Succubus on Top CHAPTER 16

I rang Bastiens doorbell for the third time and so glared peevishly at the house. Where the nether region was he? I was a little front than our agreed meeting time but non significantly. I gave the door a petulant kick as I imagined Bastien held up in the armor of some panting housewife.Hes not here, suppose a cool voice nearby. I disembodied spirited oer and saw Dana standing there, a small leashed dog by her feet. It looked like the product of a tragic accident at the cottonball factory.Nice dog, I said.My sisters. Im pickings care of him for a fewer days. You want to walk with us?No, but I had promised myself the separate day that I would pick Danas brain to figure pop appear how I skill aid Bastien, and this holdmed as good an prospect as any. Besides, hed kill me if he knew Id passed up a chance for reconnaissance.I fell into spirit beside Dana and the fluff ball, congratulating myself for the hundredth time on being insolent enough to choose cats everyplace do gs. Tutu yes, that was his name pranced along daintily, small tongue hanging out. His beady black eyes peered everywhere as he trotted merrily, but otherwise seemed oblivious to the wet sidewalk dirtying his tiny white feet.Hows your rally going? I asked after wed exhausted dog topics.Excellent. Im move you commencent heard active it in the news. Were getting a lot of press.Havent paid that more than attention to the news.She told me the date and time. Think you can make it?I estimate Im working that day, I said automatically.Dana gave me a knowing look. Tabitha, I get the impression youre not entirely dress outtled on that issue.You gauge? I looked a elbow room, over again fighting the mental battle of speaking my mind versus causing trouble for Bastien. I finally opted for something that sounded vaguely like the truth.I reasonable thinktheres a lot of different ways to look at it, thats all.Its okay to be unsure, you know.That was astonishing, coming from her. Is it?Of course. Thats why groups like the CPFV exist. To help you see the truth of an issue.I pent-up a snort. Id thought for a moment she might startle me with a display of open-mindedness. I let the silence collect again.So, she began after a moment, what do you believe then?Er, on what? Homosexuality? Or homosexual marriage?Either.My opinion was simply that population cute who they wanted, end of story. There was no regulating love or saying it was wrong. But Danas views on that were religiously based, and I of all people knew better than to argue the right or wrong of faith.Im dear not sure people choose who theyre attracted to, I explained, not exactly attacking her question head-on. So, I guess, it seems weird to me to talk about helping or changing people who cant really do anything about their natures, regardless of whether that nature is right or wrong.So you think homosexuality is inborn? That sweet voice couldnt entirely pelt her scornful surprise.For some people. I think th ere are those who engage inuh, same-sex activities for the fun of it, but for others, its biological.I had a feeling Dana wouldnt describe same-sex activities as fun, but I still felt better at having voiced my opinions.You express yourself very well, she admitted. Even if I dont unavoidably agree with you.I laughed out loud, and she looked at me strangely. No, I didnt think you would.We grew quiet again, and I remembered I was supposed to be sounding her out on what she found romantic for Bastien.I deal I could choose who I was attracted to, I said out of the blue, bringing up personal matters in a manner that was out of character for both Tabitha Hunter and Georgina Kincaid.Dana seemed appropriately startled. Things arent going so well with your boyfriend? What was his name? Sven?Seth, I corrected, feeling sole(prenominal) a little bad at draw him into the cover story. Things with Seth were actually beautiful at the moment, but for the sake of appearances, I kept lying. Hes ok ay, I guess, and I like himbut hes not very, you know, romantic. Ah, she said neutrally.Am I crazy? Is that too much to ask? Maybe I should focus on other things.What do you consider romantic?I dont know. Little touches and flourishes here and there. Gestures to show how important you are, how much the other person cares about you. Irises, smiley-face pancakes. What do you think it is?She shrugged. We were rounding the corner back to Bastiens now. Ive come to see romance as not quite so important any more, she admitted. Neither Bill nor I have time for it.Oh.Thats not a bad thing. Id say, more important than superficial flourishes is being able to connect with someone. To talk openly with them and share yourself. To know theyre feeling what youre feeling.Oh, I said again, surprised. Her comments close to made sense. In some ways, they were a variation of Seths views on honesty in a relationship. Biting my lip, I plunged on. And what aboutyou know, attraction and sex appeal?She gave me a squint glance. What about it?I shrugged. I dont always feel it around him. Liar, liar, pants on fire. Do I have the wrong ideas about it? What do you think is sexy?Her answer took a long time in coming. I dont know.Bastien stood by his front door as we approached. He waved a hand in greeting. Hello, ladies. He looked pleasantly astonished to see us together and getting along.Dana thanked me for the company and returned to her accept home after refusing Bastiens automatic invitation to come inside and chit a while. Once she was gone and we were in the car headed to my photo shoot, I gave him the scoop on our talk.She doesnt know whats sexy? he exclaimed. Shes practically begging for me to desert her. Hmph. And Bills not romantic. Well, no surprise there. You think she was lying about saying it wasnt important? Sort of a defense mechanism?I dont know. Possibly. But flush if she does miss romance, I think too many over-the-top gestures would throw up a flag. She isnt stupid . Profound conversation might be the way to go. past the cooking thing is a good idea. Lots of talking there.I guess. I didnt tell him that I had interrogatives about the efficacy of that method. Honestly, I wasnt sure what he could do anymore.Wed decided to pull out all the stops for my pictures. He drove us down feathertown to the Hotel Andra, one of the nicest local spreads, despite its plain exterior. through with(predicate) some charm I didnt know about, hed even managed to book us the hotels one-of-a-kind Monarch Suite on practically no notice. It had more room than we could perhaps take up, but its true selling bakshis for me was an utterly sumptuous, utterly sexy bed. Enclosed in its own romantically lit alcove, it had a deep, royal majestic spread and a headboard of gleaming, black wood. The only effect was dark and sensuous. We shape-shifted out of Mitch and Tabitha upon clearing the door.This bed alone, declared Bastien, will sell these pictures. Well, that and y our naked flesh. But really, its a tough call.He raided the mini-bar and made us improvised Grand Marnier martinis, which I gulped down with surprising eagerness. Suddenly, facing these pictures seemed a lot more daunting than Id before believed.Nothing to it, he said, sensing my nervousness. Put on something sexy and sprawl on the bed.I hadnt brought anything in fall inicular to wear, for once willingly opting for shape-shifting. I started with a basic black nightgown. Super short, super low-cut. It seemed like a safe bet. Bastien positioned me on the bed, lying back in a sort of languid pose. He mussed my hair and requested a lazy pout.The point here, Fleur ,is to make it look like if you dont get fucked again soon, youre going to be very, very upset. Men go for that.My apprehension melted away as Bastien took over, directing my postures and expressions, snapping away with his digital camera. We ran the gamut. Some shots I did on the whole naked, hiding vigor. For others, we f ound the suggestion of nudity could almost be more provocative. The way the slipped strap of a chemise could nearly reveal a breast. The way a sheer bra and panty set could cover and yet not cover.Nor did we give all of them the just-got-fucked look. In some, I was very elegant, unbelievably stainless in every possible way, not a strand of hair out of p tat. In others, however, we played up the messy, wild look unplanned, as Seth would say. We also didnt limit ourselves to the bed, as gorgeous as it was. I posed by windows, by a sofa, by the bathtub, in the bathtub. Both of us, as was requisite for our line of works, had pretty good imaginations for what was sexy and alluring. Nonetheless, we had brought along a few lingerie catalogs and adult magazines for inspiration. We would take breaks to plan, both of us frowning and giving each new pose heavy thought.All in all, it was an tucker endeavor, but Bastiens energy never flagged as he guided me through it all with a professiona l ease. And honestly, after a certain point, I didnt ingest his coaching. I knew I was sexy, and it was easy to play that up, especially knowing that Seth would view all of this.When the incubus had filled up the memory card, we finally called it quits. urban sprawl on the bed beside me, he called room service and ordered us some professional martinis, since wed run out of Grand Marnier. They arrived, and we luxuriated in a well-deserved rest, sipping our drinks.thank Bas, I told him, contemptible his arm. Youre a good friend.Easy to be one when the subject matter is so nice to look at. Youre going to have a bitch of a time getting these printed, though. Take them to a store, and you wont get them back.Id already thought of that. Hugh has a snazzy, state-of-the-art printer. Ill do it there. I considered. Although, he might keep a few too.I wouldnt blame him. Bastien set his drink down and rolled over to regard me affectionately, face almost serious for a change. Youre a beautiful woman, Fleur ,and that means something when you can perfectly control your appearance. Its not your physical side as nice as it is. Its something in here. He tapped my breastbone. Something secure and sensual and lovely that shines out. Id know you in any body, in any place. I curled up against him, happy. Im glad youre here. Even if its because of the Barton and Dana mess. Were going to fix that for you, you know. I promise. Im not letting them ship you mop up somewhere horrible.A faint, playful smile curled his lips. Affection shone in his dark eyes, affection that was no doubt mirrored in my face. Suddenly, he goed over and kissed me.Whoa.It wasnt a friendly kiss either, not the kind we so regularly planted on each others lips in a careless way. This was a deep kiss, an erotic kiss. His lips felt like velvet, his tongue slowly sliding over mine. I was so floored by what was happening that for a moment I couldnt do anything except sink into that kiss and let it send shockwave s through my body.My senses returned to me, and I broke away, sitting up. What the hell are you doing?He sat up as well, as surprised by my reaction as I had been by what triggered it. What do you mean?You kissed me. I mean, really kissed me.He grinned, sensual and provocative. I shivered. When incubi targeted you with that charm, it was bewildering, even for a succubus.Whats wrong with it? You mean more to me than anyone else in the world. This is a natural step for us. We should have been doing it a long time ago.I shook my head, backing away. I like the way weve always been.Only because you havent tried anything else. Look, Im not a clamberg you to run off into the sunset here. Were friends. I know that, and I like that. But youve said it yourself sleeping with people you dont care about is wearying.Yeah, butI dont think this is necessarily the answer.Then what is the answer? he demanded. Sleeping or rather not sleeping with a mortal you do care about?I climbed out of bed. Th at was harsh. And its unrelated. I dont want us to be anything more than friends, Bastien. Sex,ll mess things up.He stayed on the bed, watching me pace. Sex will fix a lot of things. Its about time we got some satisfaction that wasnt all business. Itll be therapeutic for both of us. We need it.I turned away, staring out the window without seeing. I dont need it.Dont you?Only the voice that asked me that wasnt Bastiens. It was Seths.I spun around, eyes wide. Stop that trade back right nowBastien as Seth lay back easily against the pillows. He wore jeans and a Whitesnake T-shirt, just as Seth might have. His hair was unkempt. Hed even perfected that cute, distracted smile.Whats the problem, Thetis?I stormed up to the bed, wanting to give him the full aim of my fury even as I longed to run away. This isnt funny Change back now.Sitting up again, he slid to the edge of the bed. Come on, how have you not seen this coming? This is the perfect solution to all your problems.No, its not. Its really not.He stood up and walked toward me, not touching me but coming close enough to make my meaning race. I stood rooted, unable to move.Of course it is. If you ever want to get Seth out of your system, this is the way to do it. You spend all this time pining for him, question what itd be like to touch him and be with him. Well, this is your chance. This is the only safe way, your chance to do everything you want without hurting him. Do this now, and you could save yourself a lot of melancholy in the future. I shook my head, as my mouth apparently couldnt move now either. Too many conflicting feelings. The entire scene was unreal. Mind blowing. I was still shocked by Bastiens audacity in doing it in the commencement ceremony place. I knew he was rash and bold, but this was crossing the line, even for him. On the other hand, Bastien had mimicked Seth down to the last detail, and seeing him had the effect it always did on me. Everything was the same. Cute and flawless. Mor e intoxicating still was the truth of Bastiens offer. I really could do what I wanted here. It was wrong on so many levels, but I couldnt deny the pull. The perfect temptation.I wont cheat on Seth.Whats cheating amidst you guys? You do it all the time.Then Im not going to be one of your conquests, I snapped.Fine. He shape-shifted the shirt away so I saw only lovely, bare chest now. He drew my give forward, resting them on his skin. I discovered it was almost entirely smooth there were just a few soft and silky golden hairs. You do the conquering.Im not doing any conquering.All right. Then take your hands away.I stared at where my hands lay on his chest. On Seths chest. He was warm. My hands matched him almost perfectly. We both had light, barely tanned, golden skin. Take your hands away. Thats all I had to do. I just had to move my hands, step away, and leave this ridiculous game behind. I was only a hairs breadth from normalityyet I couldnt seem to move away. I knew it wasnt Seth , but the psychotic belief was so powerful, I could easily imagine that this was exactly how it would feel to touch him.Without thinking, I ran my fingers down his chest, down to his stomach. Seth was no bodybuilder, but he was lean and trim from swimming and running. I had seen him in boxers before the strong muscles were firm and exactly where they should be. Again, a perfect illusion. My hands had brushed this same part of Seth in bed before, but I never allowed myself to sensually explore him, the way I could now. I moved my fingers further, tracing the lines and contours.For his part, he didnt say or do anything. But whenever I looked up, those brown eyes were on me, brimming with heat. They made my body respond with a heat of its own. Would Seth look at me the same way if we were together like this? Somehow, I expected the answer would be yes. I knew Seth viewed sex as a serious matter, despite his characters casual attitudes. He would treat such an encounter seriously. Also although I had no proof I thought Seth would be just as cautious as Bastien was being now, letting me take the lead. Nothing aggressive.My hands slid farther, down to the edge of his jeans where blue flannel boxers barely peeped out. I ran my fingers under the edge, arousing myself further with this dangerous game. Being this close to hitherto forbidden territory was heady. My scouting fingers started to tremble. Never, never would I have let things reach this point with Seth. Not with both of us pressed together. Not with both of us in so little clothing. My common sense would have long since kicked in before something dangerous might happen. But Bastien was right nothing dangerous could happen tonight.At least not physically.I looked back up. His own inkling had quickened. The space between us sizzled. He was so like Seth, I realized. So very much like him. It would be so easy. Easy to pretend.I leaned up and kissed him, again tasting those soft lips, pushing my tongue past the m so I could fully savor him. His hands moved around my back, touching silk and bare skin. I was in the same outfit I wore for the last picture another chemise, this time with a revealing top of ivory lace and a rose-pink silk skirt. I pushed into that kiss, letting it burn me. He kept his hands carefully neutral the whole time, not taking liberties, instead letting me tell the terms.Reaching around, I grabbed a hold of his hands and moved them over me. I wanted to know what it was like to have him Seth touching me. I moved them down to my backside, then over to the sides of my thighs, urging him to push the chemise up. He did, letting silk gather up in his fingers as it slid up, up over my breasts and then over my head. I exhaled as those hands traveled up my body, every part of my skin electric and alive as I stood completely naked now.Lay down, I said, surprised at the rough note in my voice.He obliged, and I crawled onto the bed after him, straddling his hips with my legs so I leaned over him, letting my hair brush his chest as it had that night at Terry and Andreas.Seth. I had Seth. And I could do anything I wanted.I kissed him again, harder than I had before, as if my mouth realized this could stop at any moment and had to get as much as it could right now. Pulling back slightly, I determined his hands back on me. Dont stop touching me.I returned to his lips, crushing his in return, letting my teeth nibble that soft flesh. All the while his hands roved over me as Id commanded, coming to rest under my breasts so that he could cup them and stroke them. His fingers trailed to the nipples, which were already standing erect, brushing them lightly at first and then squeezing with greater intensity. I cried out, my own savage urges stoked, and I moved my lips to his neck. My mouth worked fiercely against that tender skin, pressing and biting, as though by leaving a mark I could somehow brand Seth as mine forever.Breaking away at last, I raised myself up sli ghtly on my knees and moved his hand between my legs. He stroked me without being told to, letting his fingers slide over my clitoris, building up the mounting, scorching sensation in my lower body. His fingers moved easily, aided by my own wetness. Greater and greater that swelling ecstasy grew until it was almost agony, but I stopped him before I peaked and could find release.Frantically, I tore at his jeans and boxers, getting them off as fast as I could. I sighed shakily, looking at that long, perfect hardness as though it could keep me alive when nothing else could. I moved myself back down and ground myself against him, rubbing myself against that hardness, letting it finish the job his fingers had started. I came almost instantly, having been already on the edge, and before those spasms could even begin fading, I slid him inside of me, letting him fill me up entirely until it seemed there was nothing left of me in my own body, only him.He was still letting me take charge here , but he wasnt unaffected. His breath came heavy and hard now, his own lips parting slightly with desire, eyes begging me to do more.As for meI was losing myself. I didnt care about anything else but him inside me, as close as Id ever been able to get to Seth. It still seemed like something had to give, something had to stop us. But it didnt. I became more than a conqueror. I was a ravager, taking what I wanted with no thought of the consequences.I rode on top of him, bringing myself down hard each time, willing him to pierce right through me. My hands held him down as I thrust, not that he was trying to get away. My breasts shook as our bodies moved together, the nipples still hard and sensitive. I heard the slap of skin on skin each time I moved down, forming a rhythm with our ragged breathing.I was drowning in Seth, in his sweat and in his touch. I was liquid and golden, merged into him. My body ached, unable to get enough of him, and I moved harder still. I knew exactly which an gle I needed to make myself come, and I didnt even try to hold back the waves and waves of pulsing bliss that racked my body. Small crackles of energy passed between us occasionally not the usual absorption that occurred with a victim, but the inevitable sharing that happened between an incubus and succubus, two creatures whose bodies were made to collect the power of life.I needed to consume Seth, take as much of him as I could. I had no other purpose. Time passed. My body took its pleasure greedily and often. I said his name over and over, sometimes rustle it, sometimes screaming it, until finally exhausted, I couldnt move anymore. I stopped, nearly collapsing against him.Barely able to work my lungs anymore, I struggled to get the air I needed. He was still inside me, still ready, but I had nearly rubbed myself raw. My throat was dry and painful. Sweat formed a slick coating on me, and I hung over him panting and desperate, an animal who had just sated her hunger with no concer n for who lay beneath.He watched me intently, running a careful hand over my part cheek. Then, at some unspoken signal between us, he flipped me over onto my back to at last finish himself off. Gripping my ankles and putting them over his shoulders, he knelt before me and pushed back inside. A soft whimper passed over my lips. I was jelly now, unable to do anything but lay there and let him have his way with me. My arms spread out carelessly over my head, fingers brushing the black headboard, and I closed my eyes, just letting myself feel Seth taking me now. I was weak and spent, but it still felt wonderful. I opened my eyes and watched him working hard against my body, at last able to give in to his own pleasure. Hed held back for so long for my benefit, waiting until I had satiated my lust. Now he was the greedy one, ravaging me in the way he wanted. At last, he climaxed with a small groan, closing his eyes briefly, holding himself against me as he came into me. When he finished, he slumped forward and pulled out, lying beside me.We stayed like that for several moments, and then he pulled me roughly to him so we spooned, the back of my body pressed against the front of him. Both of us still breathed in heavy, torn gasps as our wagon gradually slowed. I let my cheek rest against his arm. I still shook all over from sex with Seth, with the feel of Seth inside of me and the way he had broken my body with that devastating ecstasy.Then, as one hand tightened on me and his other ran gently over my hair, I noticed something. He didnt tone right.I dont mean to imply that he smelled bad. He didnt. He just didnt smell like Seth. The sweat wasnt the same. There was no fleeting smell of apple, leather, and musk, no unique Seth scent. He smelled like Bastien. He was Bastien, I reminded myself sternly, and with that, the illusion shattered, the spell broke. I wasnt with Seth, no matter how perfect the shape. I was with my friend the incubus.Change back, I whispered.Wha t?Change back to yourself.He didnt ask why, and a moment later, I rested in Bastiens arms. It wasnt Seth, I realized with a dull and loathsome emptiness, but it was the truth. We said no more after that, staying in bed together for the rest of the night. Sleep never came for me, however. I lay awake the whole time, staring off into the shadows.