“You set the music up ahead of time,” he said quietly.
“I had the better part of two days here to myself,” Lorelei conceded in a hushed tone. Both shoulders were bared now. With her arms crossed over her chest, she leaned forward to give him a teasing view. “I rather like setting up things to please you.”
“Like Audrey?”
She laughed, just a little. The succubus straightened, continuing her slow strip-down. “Yes, like Audrey. Though I suspect you don’t give yourself enough credit for making that happen. You’re quite charming once you find your footing. I hope you know now that my designs are in line with your conscience. I know what you can and cannot accept.” Her crossed arms rose, lifting her top up over her head to reveal a lacy purple bra that she hardly needed for support. The top fell to the floor.
“Did you know Taylor would be there?”
“I had no idea. But I could feel your sudden desire for her. Knowing your desires as I do, I knew it could be no one else. You seemed to have handled that well.”
“There’s no way she’d have jumped me like that without whatever you did to me. I’m not sure I should be proud of myself for that.”
“Taylor’s motivations were hers alone. She has known you for years. Your connection with me has enhanced your sex appeal, but don’t underestimate your own talents. Or her independence. She knew what she was doing and why.”
Partly mollified by Lorelei’s argument, Alex gave a tiny shrug. “She knew that I would tell you it happened, and was okay with that.”
“I felt you make love with her, Alex. That is what it was, regardless of the setting. I felt it all, as if I were part of it. So much genuine affection and passion. You need not worry about me betraying your trust. I shall consider her as protected as any close to you. Your time with her was amazing.” Her thumbs slipped under the waistband of her jeans, sliding around them to draw attention to her hips, her alluring belly, and the sexy depressions between. “You seem to have parted on good terms despite tonight’s ugliness.”
“I’m amazed at that. She said she just wants to be friends, but she, um, seemed interested in hooking up again in the future, though.”
Lorelei’s eyes glittered with interest. “Oh?”
“If my girlfriend doesn’t mind,” Alex grinned.
“Oh, Alex,” Lorelei said, “I may want that even more than you.”
“Is it that enjoyable for you?”
Lorelei nodded. “I have told you that your desires and pleasures empower and heal me. Hedonism aside, I derive strength from my victim’s lusts, not my own,” she winked. She continued to sway enticingly to the music as she spoke. “But for all that… yes, it’s good for me. I enjoy it quite a bit.”
“I’m really supposed to just run wild like this? Won’t that hurt a lot of people?”
“Ordinarily, I give little concern to who gets hurt,” Lorelei shrugged. “My usual goal is to tempt mortals into a spiral of self-destruction. I encourage lust in my victims until they betray their friends and families in pursuit of pleasure. It eventually isolates them from those who would otherwise interfere with me. Naturally others are bruised in the process.” She reached out to stroke her fingers across his chin. “But I know the value you place on a clean conscience and the welfare of others. You aren’t ‘supposed’ to do anything. Restrict yourself to me alone if that’s truly what you want. I merely want you to recognize your opportunities.”
Lorelei delighted in his gaze. It was plain in her smile. “What happened tonight brought great strides in my recovery,” Lorelei said.
The top button on her jeans came undone. The zipper came down. Alex caught only a hint of the purple lace underneath before she turned away, still swaying, now showing off that ass he found so mesmerizing. The jeans started to slide down, revealing purple boycut panties and flawless flesh…and something new.
“Lorelei, you…” Alex blinked. “You have a tail.”
She looked over her shoulder at him with a smile. Swaying across her back from just above the crack of her ass was a long, thin, darkly-colored devil’s tail. “Others will not see it. I can always conceal it from you if you prefer. You don’t seem the type to develop a fetish for tails…but I did not expect you to be bothered, either.”
“I’m not,” Alex said, a bit surprised to say it. “I’m just glad to hear it’s a good sign.”
“It is. I am more grateful than I can say.”
She pulled the blankets away, then bent down and moved onto the bed at his feet, sliding forward along his legs. One hand moved up between his thighs, taking care specifically to move over his hardening flesh before she pulled his gym shorts down and away. She crouched down and kissed his feet, looking up to convey a provocative message with her eyes, and then began to kiss and stroke her way up his legs.
Her right hand moved over his groin again, sliding around his shaft and stroking it while her left caressed around his hip and his leg. Her lips continued to trail soft kisses and licks all around. She seemed to slide along him more like a snake than a person; Lorelei didn’t need to shift weight from one limb to the next, nor prop herself up on hands or elbows. Her body lay draped sensuously over Alex’s bare legs, and before long her hands and mouth went to work on him.
“You’re amazing,” he told her.
“I know,” she grinned. “I can feel that in you, too.” She licked and kissed his cock as she said, “You will never stop lusting for me as intensely as if you had never had me. I know that you will never truly look on me without respect. Regardless of our bonds and our play, you do not see me as a slave. For all that… you have all of my loyalty.”
Alex groaned loudly in total surrender as she filled her mouth with his flesh. It was better this time than previous.
“God, I want to…I want to give back,” he moaned.
“You are giving back,” she said. “You know this now. I can feel it.”
“Still.”
“Relax, Alex. You must mend. Time enough to toy with my body later. This helps us both.”
“Long way to go before you recover fully, though, isn’t there?”
“Yes,” Lorelei said. “I don’t think there will be such easy shortcuts again. We have much…work ahead.”
* * *
Sergeant Alex Carlisle was held firm on the cold metal table by energy beams that looped around his feet, wrists and shoulders. His captors left him with only his fatigue pants and a torn black shirt. He didn’t know how long he’d been there, but it couldn’t have been long. The tingling sensations from the enemy’s stun weapons still lingered.
He heard the slide of the door to the softly lit prison chamber. The familiar click of heels on metal flooring crept closer. She strolled in, glowing with wicked triumph.
“Hello again, Carlisle,” crooned the Star Queen. “Funny, isn’t it, how we keep meeting like this?”
“You mean right before I escape and blow up your facility?” he grunted. “Again?”
“Oh,” the beautiful Star Queen tutted, looming over him. “There’s no need to be unfriendly.” She was dressed in shimmering silver strands that hung from jewels along her neckline and shoulder. It spread out below her breasts to reveal her flat, sexy belly and the low line of her similarly glittering skirt.
A guard stood with her, yet another young woman whose lovely face was set in a deadly serious expression. The Star Queen gave a nod. The guard produced a wickedly curved knife, which she used to cut away the remnants of Carlisle’s shirt.
“Torture time again?” Carlisle sniffed indifferently.
“No,” the Star Queen said, tracing a delicate finger down his chest. The guard quickly disposed of Carlisle’s pants with the same cold efficiency that had removed his shirt. Seeing his surprise, the Star Queen smiled. “You will find that I am very different from the Star King. He is cold. Brutal. On the other hand, I am merely…curious.”