What does it mater when the doors of temptation open, but then are not seen past?
The Queen of the Succubi wonders occasionally…
By TeraS and Wyn
Alex moaned softly, melting into the caress. It was one she hadn’t felt in a while and one her body desired. Her arms hung limply from her side.
“No…” Something wasn’t right. This green-eyed woman was the one she called? The lonelyness ached inside her, warring with this new need.
“Dear Goddess,” she whimpered as the nails continued tracing over her skin. “I called to the Goddess. Are you She?”
She looked into the bright green eyes of the woman touching her. “Please…”
The woman smiled, her red lips glistening in the light of the candles, “Does it matter who I am? You called me and I came.”
Her fingers were warm upon Alex’s skin, but little goose-bumps of pleasure accompanied them as they moved from the nape of her neck, down her chest and between the valley of her bosom. The women didn’t seem to be threatening to Alex, but instead it was as if she was oddly enamored with her, exploring her, seeking something about her she wanted to have revealed…
She leaned in, her scent pleasant in Alex’s senses, “Tell me.. Truthfully… Does it matter who i am?”
But we never found out if it did, or didn’t…
I really want to turn this into a story someday soon…