Succubus: Angel

Lewd World of Darkness: Succubus: Angel (Part 2 of 2)
Tags: Modern Fantasy, Light Domination, Incubi

Bill spotted his target from across the room. She was wearing a black dress, daring. Spaghetti straps, confident. No hose, Bill narrowed his gaze.

“Something came up,” She said as she put a little purse down and yanked out her seat, “You wouldn’t believe the sort of trash people can come up with when they think they’re being ignored.”

Bill shrugged. This was Alison, a lawyer who had more smart suits than friends. Which made her particularly hard to know.

“Nice foot to start a date on right?” She said while rolling her eyes, then went into her purse and started to root around, “You order yet?”

“I was waiting on you,” Bill replied.

“Is there anything good here?”

“The pasta.”

She shrugged. It was dismissive of more than his dinner recommendation. Bill raised his hand.

He had been watching Alison for a few weeks now. He first saw her eating in a coffee house two blocks from the Italian place they were eating at tonight. He was drawn to the usual, and she wasn’t troubling to look at. Long blonde hair, tied back in a bun. Sometimes she wore glasses, but Bill had a suspicion that they were just for ornament.

“Yes sir?” Said the waitress as she appeared, “Ready to order?”

The two women shared a look. On the savannah, among animals, a look like that would have lasted minutes. It was a primal fight for dominance. Here it was just a second.

“Two orders of the house pasta,” Bill said.

“Can you afford the wine?” Alison added.

The waitress raised an eyebrow at Bill. He frowned. He knew she was catty, but this was impressive. If wine was what it took, then they would have wine. He nodded. The waitress took his order, and left.

“I didn’t mean to embarrass you back there,” Alison said as she leaned in.

She had a firm muscle tone. If he had to guess, it was yoga, or pilates. Maybe it was both. After the coffee house he saw her on the subway. He didn’t need to ride the subway, his job was close enough that he could skip the morning aroma of piss and discarded hotdog meat. She rode the subway to get to her office and the courthouse. She listened to music in the mornings, 90s pop.

“I’m fine,” He said, “So work was hard?”

“You just seem a little,” Alison scrunched up her face, “Out of it.”

“Do I?” He said, grinning.

“I guess I don’t really know, do I?” She said with a laugh, “I barely even know you? I almost forgot your name on the way over here.”

Then she whispered as she opened up her cell phone and used it as a mirror, “Don’t even know why I’m here.”

“You didn’t have any plans this evening,” Bill said, “Something about me being just not-ugly enough to give a chance.”

She brought her phone down, “I didn’t say that.” She was smiling.

“I remember it pretty well,” Bill said, “You called me lucky.”

“Well,” She started, “A week ago you were just that guy on the train. For all I know, you’re an ax murderer.”

“Don’t worry about that,” He said, “Axes are heavy, and too messy.”

Alison laughed. He was surprised it didn’t annoy him. It was a sincere and childish mirth. Instead, he smiled as she wiped her eyes.

“Why don’t you ask me something,” Bill said, “We can get to know each other.”

“Okay,” Alison said, “Boxers or Briefs.”

“Boxers, boring.”

“Boring?” She gasped, “Okay Mr. Stalker, favorite food.”

It was Bill’s turn to roll his eyes.

“Go ahead, answer the question,” She said.

“Oysters.”

She looked at him like he had just spat in her food. Even something as superficial as that, and she was letting her judgement get the better of her.

“Well then,” She said, “Have you ever been married?”

Bill couldn’t stop his expression from souring. He looked beyond Alison, his mind starting to drift.

“It didn’t go well then?” Alison chided.

“No,” Bill said, “I mean, I’ve never been.”

“Well then,” She said, “Aren’t we both just old maids.”

The food arrived. It was a white sauce pasta, and a waiter poured them two glasses of some chardonnay. Alison watched the food, watched the wine, anything but him.

“How do you feel about kids?” Bill asked as he sipped at the wine. He tried not to cringe at the sour flavor.

Alison looked to the ceiling as if the answer was going to be plastered on a chandelier.

“I don’t know,” She said, “I used to think they would be fun, but I think that was just television talking. They’re noisy, messy, accidental assholes. I’m kind of over them.”

She was lying. When you were as bad at it as him, it was like spotting the sun in a picture of lamps.

He reached out and touched the back of her hand, “Really? You don’t think about having any?”

Alison pulled her hand away and gripped it in the other. She looked at him sideways, and then grabbed her little bag in both hands.

“Never,” She started, “I have too much going on in my life. I know you’re a clerk somewhere or something, but I have real responsibility. I can’t just drop everything to pop out a bunch of kids for the first man who thinks he can take care of me.”

That was the most violent response he had seen in a while. The scratch on the back of her hand was like a little kiss, a taste of the man he intended to introduce her to. He still had Eric under his nails, and no matter how little Bill understood the details, Alison’s body responded instinctively. She got louder as she spoke, and her body started to shrink away from him.

He started to shake his head..

She kept going, “Let me add, that even if I was thinking about having a brood worthy of challenging the octomom, that doesn’t mean I plan to do anything with you tonight. Maybe you have me confused for some woman who feels the need to bend over for any man who pays her a compliment, but I can handle my own life, and I plan to, forever.”

Alison scooted out her chair. She had talked herself into a fervor, but Bill just sat and shook his head. This wasn’t a conversation for him, or about him.

“Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go to the bathroom. If you’re lucky, I’ll decide to come back out here and let you pay for my meal tonight.”

Liar, liar, “Liar!”

Alison was still getting from behind the table when Bill blurted out. She stopped and looked down at him, surprised and confused.

“What did you call me?”

Maybe he had gone too far.

“You’re a liar,” He said with a furrowed brow, “Half the things that have come out of your mouth tonight have been out and out lies.”

Her face scrunched up, “You know what, Bill or whatever your name is, fuck you.”

“No,” and his hand hit the table too hard, rattling the glasses. Alison gasped, and held her purse up to her chest.

“You walk around all day as if you’re some perfect woman, a gift from god,” Bill said, “You treat everyone else like their second class, especially anyone who finds you attractive..”

“You don’t know me.”

He leaned in, “I’ve watched you. I’ve asked about you. I know you. You think you’re broken,” Bill said.

He liked this part. He smiled, “You think no one will want you when they know.”

“What are you…” Alison was shivering now, “Who told you?”

Bill grinned from ear to ear. This moment, it created this odd heat, right in the pit of his stomach. He always wondered if it was normal, something everyone felt. It was like peeling an orange, and getting that first glimpse of the fruit underneath.

“What if I told you, you’re perfectly fine?”

She didn’t respond.

“You could live that dream, Alison. If you just shut up for five minutes and let me help.”

She looked around, and Bill had to admit her alarm was legitimate. It wasn’t every day that a man seems to know your dark secrets on your first date. Hopefully she would realize soon enough that she wasn’t on candid camera.

“Okay,” She said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Thank you,” Bill said with a sigh. The room was watching as she slipped back into her seat. “I want to help, but you have to let me.”

It wasn’t all true, and maybe that was why she couldn’t truly relax. Anyone could read the lies right on his face. No, honestly, part of this was selfish.

“You can go to the washroom,” Bill said, “then when you come out meet me in the parking lot.”

Her eyes looked watery, but she nodded.

“Is that okay?” Bill asked.

“Yes,” She said, recovering a little strength, “Yeah.”

Then she stood again, and walked away from the table.

This was her chance to walk away. If she didn’t want to take his chance, she could leave. He would wait outside, but she could escape with even a little ingenuity. He wouldn’t stop her, and the vial in his pocket could go to the woman at the diner downtown.

He paid, leaving a nice tip for the waitress, and then headed for the parking lot.

She would come, he knew she would come. He could see it in her face, and feel it in her stance. It wasn’t that she wanted him, she wanted what he represented. He was a chance for change, even if she didn’t know the details.

She stepped out of the restaurant, eyes scanning the street. When she saw him, she looked around more. What was she looking for? Police officers? Hopefully not police officers, that would be hard to explain.

She jaunted to his door, opened it, and slipped inside.

“You all ready?” Bill asked.

Alison didn’t look at him, “Yeah.”

He put it in drive.

“Wait,” She said forcefully, as if she just realized she should have a question, “Where are we going?”

He pulled away from the curb before answering, “There is a hotel not far from here. They have clean beds.”

“Clean beds?” She said with a small chuckle, “That isn’t a feature, that is a basic requirement. What am I, a cheap lay?”

That meal cost him a half a month of savings. The hotel and gas would sear away the rest.

Bill just glanced at her.

She opened her mouth to say something, then stopped herself. It was easy to tell she wasn’t sure about this whole adventure. She had no reason to believe him, no reason to think he was anything but a creep.

“So what is the idea?” Alison said, “What do you know that my doctor doesn’t? I just… I don’t know why I’m here.”

They pulled up to a red light, and Bill turned toward her. He touched her chin, and her eyes popped open in alarm. As he came toward her, she thought about fleeing, backing into the window, and realized the futility of it. The hand on her made it clear, she had nowhere to go.Their lips met, his tongue penetrated her lips, swished through her saliva, tasted her sips of wine.

Bill sat back in his seat, and mumbled to himself, “Because my dick is jesus.”

“Huh?” Alison asked as she slowly sat back.

He glanced at her as they started moving again. She looked dazed, as if they just met.

“Are you okay?” Bill asked as they turned a corner.

“Yeah,” Alison said, putting a hand to her forehead, “I just feel a little off.”

It was, unfortunately, all part of the process. Eric’s touch, his taste, and her heart would know soon enough if it wanted to cooperate.

“It’ll pass.”

They pulled into the parking lot of the hotel, and Bill got out and went to her side. When he opened the door, she looked up at him with some reservation. Bill put a hand out, and she took it. He pulled her to her feet, wrapped an arm around her. Being that close, enough to feel her arms, her breath on his cheek, he knew this was really going to happen.

“How did you find out?” She asked, getting her balance, “Who told you?”

“Does it matter? Watch your step.”

“Of course it does.”

They got into the lobby, and a tired man who probably should have been wearing a suit was sitting behind the counter. He nodded as Bill walked her through the small space, past a set of cushionless chairs, and a TV showing 24/7 news. They got past the stairwell, and Bill pulled out his keys.

“This is a mistake,” Alison said, “I’m better than this.”

“A little, yeah,” Bill said with a chuckle, “But no one has to know. You aren’t the first person to sneak away to a hotel.”

“That isn’t what this-” She started to shout, and Bill put a finger up to hush her. The door opened, and he pushed her inside.

When the door closed she continued where she left off, “I’m not some hooker, or some skank. If you see me like that, you can forget this.”

She still had a little spirit. That wasn’t bad. She had a strong will under all the bluster.

“That’s fine,” Bill said, “Of course, you’re the one who followed a man back to a hotel on the first date.”

Alison gritted her teeth, then put a hand to her forehead. She let out a whimper, then an aggressive sigh. It looked like she was sweating slightly, maybe that was fear, maybe anxiety.

“You,” She started, “You approached me, you’ve been sneaking around and asking about me behind my back. Don’t make me feel like the creep.”

Bill nodded. If he needed to be, he could be more persuasive than Isabelle. He had more patience, for one thing. It wasn’t hard to beat a woman who licked her lips at the first sign of a man’s bulge. As much as he loved Isabelle, she lacked control.

That was fine for her, she had the looks to back it up. She could enter a room, and be sure she was going to take someone home. The question was whether they would be there the next day. Which is why Bill invested in chains for their study.

He touched Alison on the arm, “Why don’t you start undressing.”

She yanked her arm away, “Don’t tell me what to do. You can’t even answer a simple question. I don’t even know if Bill is your real name.”

“It isn’t,” He said, “But I only told you my name a few days ago, does it really matter?”

“Of course it matters!”

Bill shrugged, “I don’t think it does. You’re here because you’re looking for something, and it definitely isn’t a guy named Bill.”

Alison walked to the bed and collapsed. She covered her face, “I don’t understand.”

“You don’t need to.”

“And you won’t tell me what you plan to do?” She asked, “how you think you’re special?”

He smiled, “Would you be here if you didn’t think I was?”

She frowned at him.

“You look like you’re about to cry,” Bill said, “Go fix your make up.”

“You’re an ass,” She said, then she stood up.

“I’ve been told that.”

She went to the bathroom, and closed the door behind her.

Bill reached into his pocket, and pulled out the vial. It was like clay, and warm to the touch. He uncorked it, and sniffed at it. He turned it end up over his head, and the thick liquid pooled out. He caught it on his tongue, waiting as the whole bottle collected in his mouth, and then closed his lips tight.

He could see Eric as he swallowed. He was athletic, confident, healthy. He was the perfect kind of man for Alison, but they would never meet. He swore he could feel it rolling through his body, congealing in crevices here and there. He could feel Eric, he wasn’t the kind of guy to date girls with baggage.

Alison was threatened by men who weren’t easily intimidated. Eric usually only got girls home after they had one too many drinks. Alison was barren, according to all decent medicine.

Of course, Bill wasn’t decent.

He licked his lips.

The door to the bathroom opened, and Alison was out of her dress. Her bra was a tight black piece, matched with lacy panties that hugged her form.

“Okay,” Alison said, “I think I’ve figured it out.”

Bill chuckled, “Is the answer you sitting on the bed?”

She walked over, almost absent-mindedly. She sat down on the edge of the bed, her knees together, face turned to the floor.

“I want to believe you,” She said, “I grew up hearing things would work out, and I tried so hard. You don’t understand that, but I fought tooth and nail to get where I am.”

He took off his jacket, and nodded. Then he started to unbutton his shirt. This was important, for her not him.

“Then I find out I’m broken,” She said, “How do you think that felt? Everyone always asks, why I can’t find someone, why I don’t have a family. They just assume I’m some hardass, too frigid to touch.”

“But you aren’t,” Bill said, “Well, you weren’t.”

She looked up, and they met eyes. She was actually starting to cry. He didn’t like it when girls cried.

“You don’t need to be, is what I’m saying,” Bill continued, “you could be a sweet person, and a top notch mother.”

He smiled, and Alison laughed. “Well, I’ll never know, will I?”

“You stop believing in me already?” He said as he unbuckled his pants, “That’s an important part of this you know.”

She smirked, “Really? Is it like fairy magic? Do I have to wish very hard?”

“Something like that,” He said as he pulled his slacks down, “spreading your legs helps.”

Alison mumbled under her breath, and scooted back on the bed. He crawled after her, his arms overtaking her legs, his face hanging low above her smooth stomach. He let his breath make a trail up her chest, over her bra, up to her neck. When they met face to face, she looked at him like they were meeting for her 2 o’clock.

Bill gave her a light kiss on the lips. “Is this still what you want?”

“It better be,” She said back.

He kissed her again, watching her eyes. The third kiss was slow, and Alison kissed him back, her lips parting to let him in. Her eyes softened as their lips locked. His hand travelled up her side, tickling along her ribs as they exchanged breath.

She slid her knee against his growing excitement, and whispered, “I think I’m starting to believe.”

Bill grinned around her lips, “You’ll have to believe harder.”

“Maybe I need a little more proof.”

“If you believed hard enough, I could get you pregnant from across the room.”

She brought him down closer, “This way is more exciting.”

He had to agree. He kissed her deep, pulling her lip with him for a moment as he moved away. His lips went to her cheek, down her chin, to her neck. He left hot pecks along her skin. All the while his fingers gripped her side, explored her stomach, charted the edges of her bra.

“You wanna know my secret?” He said as he sat up, his hands slid up her sides, and Alison watched as he pushed her bra up and exposed her breasts.

“I don’t know if I do at this point.”

He leaned in, his tongue tweaking the tip of one nipple.

“Really? Not even curious?”

She looked at her other nipple, and Bill followed her eyes. He leaned in again, flicking his tongue over it. His tongue circled the stiffening nub of flesh.

“Maybe a little,” She sighed as his lips sealed over the sensitive bit. She gasped as he sucked, pulled, and teased.

When he let go, she was breathing in long breaths. He reached down, his fingers tucking into the waistband of her panties. She moved to help him, but he stared at her, and she lay still.

He pulled them up and away, her legs meeting at the knees before the panties were pulled free. He spread her legs before him, and looked her up and down. Even with all of her venom, all of her confidence, she blushed.

“From here you look just fine,” Bill said as he pulled his own boxers down. His excitement came free, and he laid against her. Her heat against his, their bodies so close now.

“Are you going to tell me the secret or what?” She asked.

Bill leaned in close to her, their faces close enough to feel each other’s breath.

“Well…” He said, then he pushed into her.

She gasped in surprise, her heat pouring over him. He stole the moment with a kiss, capping her outburst. Her body began to move right away. Her gyrations started to match his slow thrusts. Her tongue probed for his.

He pulled away from her, and stopped thrusting as he looked her in the eyes, “You haven’t heard the secret yet.”

“Hell, spit it out,” She said.

He slid in slowly while he whispered in her ear, “The secret is you have to need it.”

Alison shivered, the slow penetration wracking her with anticipation. “What?”

“Need it,” Bill said, “Not want it. You have to beg for it, show me you are desperate.”

“Desperate?” She whispered.

Their lips locked again, and Bill sunk in deeper. Her body held snug to him, her every movement massaging his length. She fought back, wrapped her arms around his back, squeezed him closer with her legs.

Bill couldn’t help but smile. He picked up the pace, pushed her against the headboard. With every thrust he could hear her breath become small moans. Still, she muffled herself instead of crying out.

He kissed at her neck, sucked on the exposed skin, as he thrust in as deep as he could.

“Yes,” She whispered, “Please, yes.”

Their bodies were moving in time, her hips squeezing to him at every opportunity. She wanted him, and that’s what he needed. It was that attraction, that lust, regardless of circumstance. She needed him.

“Please let this work,” She moaned, “Fill me up, I need this!”

Bill couldn’t escape if he wanted to. She had him locked in tight, her body pushed against his, her moans filled the room.

He thrust in deep, his own groans joining hers. The first jet made her twitch in pleasure, then burst after burst joined it. They held each other as the strange seed spilled into her. Her lips frantically found his, and they shared one long kiss as they rode the high of the moment.

When they came down, Bill slipped off the bed. He stood there next to it, and watched as Alison lilted to sleep. Her legs were spread wide, her lewd deed marked with the growing puddle forming between her legs.

“Give it a little time,” Bill said, “but you’ll want to get your life in order in the next few months.”

Her hand went to her stomach, as if gripping the child that would be. “You really think it will work?”

“I know it will,” Bill said as he grabbed his boxers and started to slip them on.

“But they said…”

He started to button up his shirt, “Don’t be too hard on your doctors. They couldn’t predict something like me.”

She was passing out now, and thank goodness. “What are you?” She asked, “What… something like…”

Bill bent over the side of the bed, and put his hand with hers on her stomach. “Something like an angel, yeah.”

He kissed her on the forehead, and like that, she was out. Another job well done. He checked his pants pocket for his phone, and saw that he was going to be late for dinner. Isabelle was going to be annoyed. He hated it when she was annoyed.