by Mac Flynn
A soft whimper emitted from Sterling's lips. He dropped to his knees and wept into his hands. "Please God, forgive me for my weakness and impure thoughts!"
I ignored his blabbering and looked to David. He stood on his feet and the blood no longer poured from his wounds. His gaze was focused on my visible-well, assets and it was filled with lust and not pain. I rolled my eyes. "Can't you at least focus on dying and not my body?" I teased him.
"Your body is worth dying for," he returned.
I glanced over my shoulder at the priest who rocked himself and shrugged. "I think some people would disagree."
David nodded at the weeping priest. "The locket," he reminded me.
"Oh! Right!" I knelt down and dug inside the man's frock until my fingers struck gold. A gold locket, that is, and I pulled it from Sterling's robes. Sterling dared a glance up at me and his eyes fell on my bra-covered, swollen breasts. He licked his lips and I saw the temptation of lust sweep through his eyes. Then the priest crumpled chest-first to the ground and curled up in himself. I rolled my eyes and stood. "You need to get out more," I scolded the priest.
"Liz," David called to me.
I spun around and held up the locket. "Coming!"
I hurried over to him, but the closer I came the worse the wounds looked. I reached my lover and cringed at the sight of so much blood on his clothes. "Are you sure you're going to be okay?" I asked him.
David smiled and looped his non-bloody arm around my waist. He pressed me against his side and pressed a passionate kiss onto my lips. I was breathless when he finally broke us apart. "I am always fine when you're safe and by my side."
"I'll take that as a 'yes,'" I teased. A loud, snorting sob caught my attention and I glanced at the pile of beaten priest on the ground. "Any way you can muster enough energy to get us out of this dreary place?" I asked him.
"I think I can manage something, but where would you like to go?"
"Home would be nice."
"But where is your home now?" he wondered.
I opened my mouth to speak 'apartment,' but something inside of me made me hesitate. 'Apartment' just didn't sound right to me anymore. I wanted something else, something roomier and darker. I looked up into David's eyes and saw they pleaded with me to speak something else.
"Is. . .is that offer of a room with you still available?" I asked him.
A gleam of joy slipped into his eyes and a brilliant smile covered his lips. He wrapped both arms around me in a hug that expressed all the joy he felt. His chuckle rumbled through me and I reveled in the vibration. "Yes, I still think it's available. Were you thinking about moving?"
"I was thinking about it just as long as I can go back and tell everyone where I'm at. Ann and Tiff might be worried sick about me by now," I pointed out.
"Mo already knows, and he will tell the others," he revealed.
I sighed and rolled my eyes. "What a peeping-tom cat," I mused.
David pulled me at arms length and studied my face. "Do you wish to go now or later? I won't coax you either way."
I snorted. "Just your sexiness is is coaxing me, but I think I'll take now. I could use a rest, and that shadow place is like a relaxing sauna."
A sly grin slipped onto his lips. "I can't guarantee a relaxing stay," he teased.
I smiled and cupped one of his cheeks in my palm. "I think I'll risk it."
David again wrapped his arm around my waist and pressed me close. "Then let's go home."
Being pressed against him as I was, a problem arose in my mind. I pressed a hand on his chest and nodded at his body. "What about the other priest guy? Judah?"
David smiled. "I left the body in the room. He will awaken in a few hours and remember nothing. What you see now is my human form," he assured me.
"Oh, well, then let's be off."
Chapter 9
David stepped us backward into the deeper shadow of the tree, and the familiar darkness wrapped around us. I sighed and nuzzled my face into his chest as the warm embrace of shadows wrapped around me. However, rather than the usual empty space there was a small bedroom display like one you'd see in a store. There was the large sleigh bed with its silken sheets, and on either side of it was a nightstand.
I rolled my eyes and stopped them on David's face above mine. "Wanting something?" I teased.
"Perhaps," he returned.
I nodded at his wounds. "Shouldn't we wait a little while longer?"
"That isn't necessary." David released me and slipped off his bloody shirt to reveal an unscathed, and gorgeous, chest and arm. My new lustful nature arose at his nakedness.
David swept me into his arms and carried me over to the bedroom. He set me on the bed and what remained of my clothes sank through my body and disappeared into the sheets. My skin was as soft as his, and I felt my muscles tighten and tense. My heaving breasts, full and swollen, begged for his attention and he gave me his fullest to pleasing me. His hands glided over my tingling flesh as I moaned and squirmed beneath his touch. My entire body was aflame with my desire for him. I had to have him against me, inside me.
I felt my hips thicken and widen, curved and slick with sweat. He teased me with his touches and kisses. His fingers danced along my trembling skin and dipped into the folds between my legs. His lips pressed hot kisses on my neck and between my breasts. He rubbed against me, and the flames inside me glowed hot and demanding. My breath came out in short, quick gasps, and my tongue slid out to wet my dry, red lips. I thrust my hips in time with his finger, but it wasn't enough. I needed him inside me. He had to be one with me.
"Please take me," I whispered. "Take me forever."
His voice was husky, and the bulge in his pants told me all I needed to know about his desire. He looked at me with blazing eyes that fanned the flames of my own need. "Is that what you truly want?" he whispered.
"Yes. Oh god, yes," I replied.
His clothes vanished, leaving him naked above me. He pressed his body against mine and teased my hot, soaked entrance with the tip of himself. In one quick, deep thrust he penetrated me. I reveled in the feel of him completing me, making me whole. Without him I was only a part of a person. Half a succubus. He fulfilled the desire inside of me, the desire to love and be loved.
He took me slow, achingly slow, but it was so delicious. Each thrust was a work of art. Every penetration sent shivers through my body and soul, leaving me begging for more. I moaned and clutched at his back. My legs wrapped around him and allowed him deeper penetration, deeper satisfaction.
My sensitive buds rubbed against his tense, muscled chest. The friction was deliciously teasing. I arched my back to feel more, to know more of him and be loved by his body. He growled and pressed harder down on me. He would be the dominant mate, and I the submissive female. I squirmed, and he stopped his thrusts and raised himself on his arms over me.
"Who is your master?" he hissed at me.
I whimpered and pressed my hips against his. "Please don't stop," I begged him.
"Who is your master?" he repeated.
"You are," I whispered. I leaned upward and caught his lips in a searing kiss that was meant to reveal my need, my hunger for him. The ache inside me needed satiated, and only he could do it.
He broke from the kiss and left a heated trail of kisses down my neck. "Will you know no other?" he rasped.
"No other," I moaned. I rubbed my hips against his, but he was immovable. "Please, my master, please take me."
His breaths came out in sharp, strained gasps. He raised his head and his red eyes stared at me with such intense passion that a shudder ran through me. "I will take you and your soul. You will be mine and mine alone forever."
I shuddered, but not from fear. His tone was possession itself. He would have me now and forever, and I would enjoy every minute of it. He swooped down and captured my lips with his. We performed a passionate battle as he thrust deep and long into me. It was a million experiences, a million sensations of desire and lust all vying for my atten
tion. I broke from the kiss and clung to him.
"My master! My love!" I cried to the darkness.
"Forever," he growled.
He took me like an animal long starved of companionship. Every thrust slipped into me like a smooth wave of pleasure. My body shivered and tensed. He dominated me, never made me forget who was the master, and I reveled in the feeling of such a naked, feral demand. My swollen, heaving breasts begged for attention. I thrust them out and he took one in his hand and massaged me inside and out.
A warm glow of sensual lust enveloped us in its pleasurable embrace. It demanded we give in to our carnal desires, our base needs. I lost myself heart and soul in the feel of that lustful instinct.
"Yes. Feel it. Embrace it," my lover growled.
The warmth penetrated me as surely as he. It changed me, transformed me into a creature that craved lust, that fed on the sexual emotions of those around me. My body ached with the need of desire, of physical love. I was lust itself., and oh god, did it feel good.
My lover pressed himself against me and thrust harder. Every stroke demanded satisfaction. He needed to appease the deep ache inside him. I arched my back and clutched onto his head.
"Yes! More! More! Take me!" I pleaded.
Orgasm swept over me, taking me in a blinding light of lust-filled ecstasy. I chanted his name to the darkness, and he grunted in reply. He thrust again and again into me. My body trembled and jerked beneath him. Pleasure swept over me with every stroke of him inside me. I never thought it would end, and I never wanted it to.
Unfortunately, all good things come to an end and David came inside me. He collapsed atop me and gasped for breath as I did. I petted his hair with a trembling, weak hand and enjoyed the afterglow of our lovemaking.
After a few moments David raised his head and smiled down at me. "I will never grow tired of this."
I grinned devilishly at him and wiggled my hips. His eyes widened and I felt him harden inside me. "Good. What say we go for another round?"
A grin lit up his ow face and he thrust hard and deep into me. "I say why stop at one?"
We didn't stop at one, or even a dozen. It was an eternity of bliss and love and lust, and even after so many years I'm still enjoying it. I won't ever get tired of being a succubus, and I look back fondly at the moment I set eyes on my lover, my love, my incubus.
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