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SUCCUBUS DREAMS: FALLING
SUCCUBUS HAREM PART 25

Copyright © 2019 by L.L. Frost

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First Printing, 2019
 C ON T E N T S

The Arrangement
Falling
Responsibility
(un)Formed
Hell is a Weigh Station
Sleeping Sickness

From the Author

Also by L L Frost
About the Author
N umbness washes over me, my head filling with a rush of
blood that crashes like waves and drowns out whatever
else Landon has to say as I stare down at the nightmare
monster Tac killed.
Did I do this? Did I lead these creatures to the human plane?
My hand lifts to my chest, where I imagine the thread of my
contract spindling out, connecting me to the guys. I can’t see it, but
if I close my eyes and reach deep inside myself, I can pluck it like a
cord, feel the vibrations as it flows outward and splits, whole and
healthy, to each of the guys. Ice for Emil. Lightning for Kellen. The
sense of teetering balance, the moment before a fall for Tobias.
The feel of them grows inside me, as if they sense me plucking
at our link and now focus on me.
The imps are there, too. Baby powder and mischief. Martha’s
motherly warmth. Glitter for Iris. Kelly’s rough exterior that
surrounds a marshmallow softness inside. Jesse, full of happy
curiosity. There is no thread for Torch. We don’t share a contract.
But I still feel him. I held his energy inside me once, and it forged a
bond that will never expire with time. Vova is too new, a part of my
life, but in the same way that Tally is. Independent.
 Deep in my core, another energy hums like the flicker of
sunshine on butterfly wings, the gentle brush of wind on my cheek.
Landon, my mentor, first to hold me, first to give me form.
My eyes open, and I gaze up at Landon. “How did I do this? All
my connections are whole. There shouldn’t be a way for something
to follow me out of the Between.”
Sadness fills his monarch yellow eyes as he gently traces a circle
on my forehead. The motion brings with it a reminder of my fatigue,
my eyelids drooping. “Go to sleep, Boo. We’ll talk more after you’ve
had time to complete your healing.”
He used to do this to me when I was young and resisting sleep.
At the moment, I lack the energy to fight it off, my body craving
hibernation after taking in so much of Tobias’s energy.
As if he senses my thoughts settling on him, hot hands grip my
arms, holding me up even as my legs lose strength. Tobias’s voice
rolls through me with the tremors of earthquakes. “What did you do
to her?”
“She needs to sleep.” Landon cups my cheeks, then leans in to
kiss my forehead, and my eyes shut. “Don’t worry, Boo, I’ll take care
of you, just like I always do.”
I want to protest, to poke at him for all the ways he didn’t take
care of me while I was still growing in Dreamland, but the words
stick in my throat.
While Landon may have left me to starve a lot, I was also my
own worst enemy in refusing to glut myself on humans the way I
was supposed to.
I could blame Landon for that, as well, for showing me the joy in
humanity, the sparks of happiness, the vividness of their lives that
made it impossible for me to continue to snuff out their short
existence, to even take a few years from them to extend my own
life.
Frost brushes against my front. “I can take her.”
Tobias’s hands tighten on me. “She needs her nest. I’m the only
one of us currently invited across her threshold.”
“I can cross her threshold any time I want,” Emil growls, his
anger sharp as icicles. “Don’t you think you’ve had enough time with
her tonight?”
“Is that why you stayed away from the bathroom, even when you
knew she was worried about Tac?” The burning leaves of Tobias’s
rage sinks through my flesh, adding more power to the overflowing
well at my core.
Stiffness fills Emil’s voice. “You seemed to have things handled.”
“I could have used your help. We could have healed her faster
together.” Heat engulfs my back. “Something you might have
considered if you weren’t off pouting about your bruised ego.”
Kellen arrives with a shower of static. “Guys, this really isn’t the
time.”
My bones vibrate with Tobias’s anger as it shifts to the storm
demon. “Oh, we haven’t even started with how you’re responsible
for what happened.”
The static turns to pricks of lightning. “There’s no way I could
have known what that monster was capable of after Tac killed it.”
I want to smack Tobias, smack all of them for fighting like this,
but exhaustion holds me prisoner.
Yellow energy floods my vision through my closed eyes, and
Landon’s familiar presence sweeps me away from the others. “You’re
all acting like children. I should never have let Julian talk me into
this arrangement.”
“Did someone say my name?” my cousin sing-songs, and I
struggle to lift my lids as Julian prances around the side of the house
into the backyard.
Even though Kellen’s call pulled him from bed, Julian still
manages to look like he just stepped off some stripper-themed
catwalk with his bright red yoga pants and white tank top clinging to
highlight his slender, muscular body. His white curls glow in the
moonlight, his pale skin gilded in silver light. The storm that created
him must have been spectacular.
His gaze sweeps over the yard, pauses briefly on the nightmare
monster, then settles on me, and his lips purse. “Well, someone
looks deliciously full of energy.”
Landon strides over to Julian and dumps me into his surprised
arms. “Take Adie up to her room to sleep. Don’t leave her side.”
 “Not the bedmate I was hoping for when Kellen called.” Despite
his teasing tone, worry fills Julian’s face as he lifts me easily, tucking
my head into the curve of his shoulder. “Something you want to tell
me? You haven’t pulled the sleeper move in a while.”
“There hasn’t been a need to.” Landon turns back to the
nightmare monster. “Please, just guard Boo while she hibernates.
Make sure she stays on the human plane.”
Tobias’s voice drifts closer. “Make sure she has the purple sequin
pillow closest. She likes that one.”
Emil follows. “And make sure Tac stays on the bottom half of the
bed. He messes up her nest.”
“Close the shutters,” Kellen adds. “She left them open.”
“Sure you don’t all want to tuck us in yourselves?” Julian
demands, tension humming through his body. “Since you don’t seem
to think I know how to take care of my cousin?”
“They stay here.” I flinch at the steel in Landon’s voice.
He’s only used that tone a few times in my life, usually when I’ve
done something really, really stupid.
Julian spins away from the group, his voice quiet. “Best let the
old men do their thing, darling.”
A smile tickles at the corners of my lips, and I relax against
Julian’s chest. Over his shoulder, the backyard vanishes, to be
replaced by the path that leads past the garage and to the front of
the house. Julian hops up the porch stairs with ease and manages to
open the front door without dropping me.
Exhaustion weighs on my mind, but my thoughts refuse to let me
sink into sleep and allow Julian to handle the rest.
As soon as he kicks the door shut, I demand, “What
arrangement?”
He stumbles a step before continuing around the entryway wall
and through the living room to the staircase to the left of the large
fireplace.
I lift a trembling hand to fist in his too tight tank top. “What
arrangement, Julian. What did you talk Landon into doing?”
He takes the stairs two at a time. “You know I love you, right?”
 “Nothing good ever comes after a statement like that.” The words
slur together, my eyes burning with the effort to stay open.
“You trouble me more than any of our other cousins.” He hugs
me tighter when we reach the first landing, and he heads up the
second flight of stairs. “So willful. So determined to reject your
succubus side. It’s not healthy. You’re a demon who feeds on sex.
You should be having a wonderful, orgasmic life. Do you know I was
wooing an entire sorority at once when Kellen so rudely called and
pulled me back to the human plane?”
I growl in warning before he flies too far off topic. Julian is a
master at deflecting.
“Oh, shush. You’re still a hundred years too young to threaten
me.” He glances down at me, his soft pink eyes amused. He really
did rush over here if he didn’t even take the time to put in the blue
contacts he usually wears.
“The arrangement,” I prod.
Julian steps into my room and frowns. “One, you need to
improve your wards. That was truly embarrassing to experience just
now. Are you trying to keep out demons or gnats? Two.” He peers
around the room as he strides for the bed. “You can do so much
better. This is hardly a setup to entertain your gorgeous roommates
in.”
I glare at him. “I don’t entertain them here.”
He drops me in shock, and I land on the bed with a bounce.
“Darling, I’m going to pretend really, really hard you didn’t just say
that. Not entertain them here?” He glances around again. “I mean, it
certainly doesn’t set a mood but there is a bed...”
“Stop judging me.” Slowly, I crawl toward the head of the bed
where my nest of pillows waits. “This is my personal space. If I’m
with one of the guys, it’s somewhere else.”
Julian reaches the mound of pillows ahead of me and expertly
plucks out a couple without disrupting the structure. Only another
succubus can understand the struggle of setting up a proper nest.
Or incubus in Julian’s case.
He spins my purple sequin pillow between his hands as I wiggle
into the center of my cave. “But you should be filling your lair with
energy. It should be so full by now that I get a contact buzz just
walking in here.”
“You do things your way, I do things my wa—” a yawn cuts off
the end of my sentence, and I glare out from the center of my
pillows. “Aren’t you coming in?”
He eyes the soft mound. “We need to work on your cave building
skills. It doesn’t look structurally sound.”
I wiggle around some more to make room. “They’re pillows.
What more do you want?”
“Class, darling.” Julian crawls onto the bed with liquid grace,
slipping in next to me without disrupting a single pillow. He shoves
the purple sequin one against my stomach as he curls around my
back. With a sneeze, he shoves his nose against the back of my neck
and mutters, “Did you grab these from a bargain bin at the local
thrift store?”
“Most of them, yes.” I hug the sequin one against my stomach.
“I’m not exactly rolling in money.”
“You could be.” His arm slips over my waist. “This could have
been a really sweet deal for you if you weren’t so stubborn.”
A heavy weight settles in my chest. “You set me up with them,
didn’t you? You and Landon.”
The thought had been building in the back of my mind ever since
that weird dream vision I had when the Hunters caught me and
were draining my magic. In the vision, I’d watched an animated
classic with a younger Landon, something that had seemed
insignificant at the time. I’d watched a lot of animated movies with
him over the years before he became obsessed with video games.
But something he said kept popping back up. “Such iffy
guardians, don’t you think? Maybe I was wrong to ask them to look
out for you. You’re safer here where I can protect you.” He hadn’t
been talking about the movie at that point. And then tonight, when
he said, “I should never have let Julian talk me into this
arrangement.”
There’s really only one thing he could be referring to, and it’s my
place in this house. A young, unempowered succubus like me, still
struggling to figure out this whole existence thing, should never
have been on the demons of destruction’s radar. There’s too much
room for error, which I’ve proven time and time again. With their
level of power, they need a succubus who can drain away their
destructive energies on a frequent basis, something I’ve failed at on
multiple occasions.
Julian had been the one to suggest K&B Financial for my loan,
even though he opposed my bakery idea from the beginning. He
made it sound like the only option for me as a demon, but now that
I think about it, I could have just gone to a human bank for my loan.
He was also the one to suggest I power up the night before my
big meeting by going to a club. While he hadn’t forced me to go out
with him, he put the thought in my head. The demon’s whisper of
temptation, and I fell for it like a noob.
He’d set me up to meet Emil, Tobias, and Kellen. Had he directed
Tobias to the coffee shop, too? Was everything that happened over
the two months all a setup by my mentor and my most trusted
cousin?
“Julian?” I ask when he stays silent.
His body curls tighter around mine. “Does it really matter how
you got here? Nothing went as planned, anyway. Now go to sleep. I
missed out on inciting an orgy with seventeen nubile, young, college
girls tonight to be here.”
The weight in my chest grows, a black sludge that digs into my
core, tainting the rolling mass of Tobias’s bright energy and turning it
dark with self-doubt.
O nce sleep takes me, my consciousness drifts outward, only
to bump up against a pink barrier of coconut oil and
heated sheets. I skate along it, following a path that leads
around the ceiling of my room, then down along the walls. I seep
past the floor, passing through the pristine white of Emil’s empty
bedroom and into the ground level of the old house.
Whispers fill my senses, low and compelling. They draw me along
the floor, following the shadowed cracks between the hardwood. In
the entryway, the barrier around the house weakens at the
threshold. Too much discord resonates here, at the place meant for
comings and goings, for Julian’s power to take firm hold.
Ghost gray tendrils beckon from beneath the door, inviting me
out. They whisper of Dreamland, of my first home, of a place
unencumbered with the harsh realities of the human plane. They
whisper of sleep without dreams, existence without struggle,
forgiveness for actions taken.
No more worry about finances, about protecting those close to
me. No more hunger. No more heartache.
My energy spirals out, reaching for the relief the gray offers.
Raised voices sound from the kitchen, and anger rings in my
bones, drawing me away from the door. It yanks me along a path of
vibrating threads, links that bind me to the human plane, anchors
that moor me to this house and the inhabitants who reside here.
Fire, ice, and lightning lick along my consciousness as I drift
closer to the kitchen.
Tobias, Emil, and Kellen face off against Landon, the power in the
air swirling thick enough to create a barrier of its own. Afraid I’ll be
torn apart by so much power, I stop at the edge of the archway.
Beneath the kitchen table, Tac perks up, his ears swiveling in my
direction, but the others don’t notice my presence, too focused on
their argument.
Landon spreads his hands on the kitchen island for support. “It’s
the only guaranteed way to set things right.”
Tobias slashes a hand through the air, his rage forming sparks of
fire in the air around him. “Find a different solution.”
I drift to the center of the archway, just out of reach of their
power as I shamelessly eavesdrop. Are they fighting about how to
safely dispose of the thing in the backyard? Can’t we just douse it in
vodka and bury it? Emil will get over part of the yard being
destroyed, right?
“You saw what one of those drones can do.” Landon stands calm
and unintimidated against the destruction he faces. “Imagine an
entire swarm of them on the human plane. They’ll cocoon the entire
city, draining off enough energy for the Dreamer to break through
again. Exposing demon-kind to the humans will be the least of our
worries if that happens. The last time the Dreamer gained a foothold
in this world, it claimed five million people, draining a third of those
before we could lock it away. Humans were still small back then. We
could pass it off as an epidemic of the sleeping sickness. In the last
forty years alone, though, humans have doubled in population.
Imagine the damage the Dreamer could do with such an abundance
of energy at hand.”
I shiver with instant rejection at the idea of so much death.
Humans bring light and color to the world, constantly evolving and
changing over their short lifespans. Demons need humans, no
matter what the higher-ups may tell us. We need to find a way to
stop the Dreamer from entering the human plane, by any means
possible.
I drift back toward the stairs. I need to return to my body, to
weigh in on this discussion. Why are the guys even arguing against
Landon’s idea? He put the Dreamer away once. We need to listen to
his advice and do it again.
Ice spreads out from Emil’s feet, hissing and spitting where it
meets Tobias’s fire. “You’re talking about destroying Adeline.”
I freeze at Emil’s words, then slowly drift back to the archway. I
had to have heard that wrong. Landon wouldn’t destroy me. Not
after everything he’s done to ensure I survive.
“Just her corporeal form.” Landon’s hands curl into fists. “I should
have done it when she first took form, but I thought she could finish
forming here. I underestimated her tenacity for not feeding on
humans, and it left her vulnerable.”
“If this was your solution, why did you stop me earlier when I
would have destroyed her in the shower?” Tobias demands.
“I didn’t know the full scope of what I was dealing with,” Landon
seethes through clenched teeth, his calm breaking. “At that point, all
I knew was that Boo was hurt.”
Kellen crosses his arms over his chest, his expression blank.
“How will destroying her corporal form fix things?”
Of the three, he seems the least bothered by the discussion, a
fact that both surprises and hurts me. I knew from his wards that he
didn’t trust me, but I thought we’d built friendship, camaraderie, and
maybe something more over the time we’ve been together. Of all the
guys, I would have guessed he’d be the angriest at Landon’s
suggestion.
“Right now, Boo’s core”—Landon points to his stomach—“and her
ability to link to Dreamland”—he points to his forehead—“aren’t
connected. With time and active feeding, this issue would have been
resolved on its own.”
“But Adeline is reticent in her feeding.” A muscle jumps in Emil’s
jaw as his eyes flicker to Tobias. “What does her broken link have to
do with the Dreamer?”
 “Her body is trying to reach Dreamland. It’s not a conscious
effort on her part, it’s just instinct taking control when she sleeps. As
her energy core grows stronger, it’s trying to link her to Dreamland.”
Landon lifts his hands, bringing them together until only an inch
separates them. “But while it’s close, she can’t quite make it to
Dreamland.”
Kellen nods thoughtfully. “Which is how she ended up in the
Between.”
“That’s my best guess.” Landon’s arms drop to his sides. “Our
kind don’t come to the human plan incomplete. I had no way of
knowing allowing Boo to remain here as she is would create this kind
of vulnerability. While her link to Dreamland is broken, it’s tried to
find a different path, and she’s now linked to the Between. Leaving
her as she is now could lead not only demons being exposed to
humans, but also to wiping out a large portion of the human
population.”
Instinctive rejection rises to the surface. No, that’s not an option.
A vicious smile spreads over Tobias’s face. “I’m fine with that. We
haven’t had a good culling in a long time. Humans are hellbent on
destroying themselves. I see no reason not to help them along in
their efforts.”
“Disaster does lead to a spike in innovation,” Kellen agrees. “We
were promised space travel and teleportation by now. Maybe losing
half the population will spark someone’s imagination.”
“If the higher-ups hear about this, we’ll all be called back to the
demon plane,” Emil cautions. “They’ll close the door to the human
world. None of us want to be trapped on the other side indefinitely.”
Kellen’s shoulders slump. “No internet in demon land.”
“Clay and stone huts,” Emil adds.
Tobias rolls his head, his neck popping “So why don’t we just fix
Adie? She just needs more energy, right?”
Relief floods through me at Tobias’s desire to save me. While I
may balk at using the guys as a food source when it’s not necessary,
and I do worry about hurting them, I can totally set that aside for
the good of humanity.
Adie, gird your loins. It’s time to save the world with sex.
 Kellen nods enthusiastically, static dancing in his fiery red hair.
“Oh, I like this idea so much better.”
“Agreed.” Emil’s hand lifts to his wrist as if in search of a suit
sleeve to straighten before he remembers he’s in his pajamas. He
settles for tugging on the hem of his t-shirt. “How much power does
she need? There’s the potential for an ice storm nearby. A little
encouragement can bring it closer.”
Kellen claps him on the shoulder. “Dual charging. Good idea.”
“It shouldn’t take much effort to convince Adie,” Tobias stretches,
then rolls his shoulders. “A solid weekend of sex should do it, right?”
A sense of relief sweeps through the room as they all come to
agreement. I need to return to my body and kick Julian out before
the sex-fest begins. Knowing him, he’ll try to get in on all the action.
“That could potentially strengthen the link to the Between,”
Landon breaks in, his voice snapping as he loses patience.
I freeze once more as dread sets in.
“This level of enthusiasm would have been great when we first
moved her in here.” Contempt fills Landon’s eyes as he looks at each
of the guys. “That’s why I allowed this in the first place. But you all
fell short of expectations.”
“Was your expectation that we force Adie to feed?” Lightning
crackles through the air and crashes against an invisible barrier an
arm’s length short of Landon. “We’re demons, not monsters.”
Yellow energy shimmers around Landon’s body. Even in his
depleted state after he drained himself to get here so fast, he still
has enough reserves to stand equal to the others. “You were
supposed to seduce her. But I guess years of having eager succubi
knocking on your door has made you lazy and incompetent.”
“Excuse me?” Ice crackles in Emil’s voice. “You came to us asking
for a favor.”
Flutters of light seep out from Landon’s arms, dancing above his
skin before sinking back in. “I asked you to help Boo. To make her
whole.”
“You asked us to fix your problem because Landregath the Great
Devourer needed a time-out,” Tobias seethes. “If you’d raised her
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