Desires 13

Truths continue… At least from the Queen of the Succubi’s view of things… Sometimes the heart overcomes all else doesn’t it?

Desires – Truths
By MZ and TeraS
Part Two

It’s been a year.

An entire year since that first moment I saw him.

Damn him.

I had been visiting an art exhibition in New York and fell in love with one sculpture. It was carved of the most beautiful redwood that I had ever seen. The note beside it said that the craftsman, a man named Curtis, had spent the better part of a year working on it. It was something so passionate and yet so heart breaking at the same time. A couple were entwined together in each other’s arms. Their hands caressing the flesh of the other. But the faces were slightly wrong somehow for the image that was portrayed. Her face was hidden against his chest and his lips were buried into her mane of hair. The lines and curves of their bodies suggested that they were lovers, but the tension in his body, and the almost despair that was carved into hers, brought a lump to my throat. I looked at the title of the picture and shivered slightly.

Passionate Betrayal

I resolved at that moment to find out about this man that had creeped into my heart without being there. It took a bit of time, but I finally located him and sent a request that he visit me for a commission of his work.

There was something about him that caught me, from the first moment he walked into my home in the Arizona desert. He came into the room and seemed…. Different. When he wasn’t looking I had a look into him. A kind man. A man with hope and love in his heart. A man that was romantic and wanted that perfect moment in his life. But not for himself. That would be selfish. He wanted it for the woman he loved.

When I first appeared to him, I didn’t appear as my true self. I hid my horns and tail away from him. The shock I feared would drive him away from me before I could have the opportunity to talk to him. We sat down under the stars and talked about many things and then he asked me a question that I did not expect. He looked at me and said, “You are her…. Aren’t you?”

For a moment, I didn’t know what to say, and then I released what he was talking about. That statue. It suddenly clicked in my mind. The man was him and the woman was me. I looked at him in shock. I was totally unprepared for the words that he spoke to me. Words of devoting his life to finding me. Of wanting to be the one to hold me and please me and make my life perfect in every way.

When he finished speaking I stood and walked to the edge of the patio. I turned back to him and then simply revealed myself as I was. Tail, horns and all. What surprised me more than anything else to that point, was his total acceptance of what I was. It was almost as if he had known what I was… And it didn’t matter to him in the slightest.

That night he held me in his arms and we talked about his life and dreams and passions. I revealed myself to him in return. I bared myself to him completely. All my wants and needs and wishes and dreams unfulfilled. The sun was rising over the desert floor when we finally came to silence. All that we needed to say had been said.

I asked him to share my bed. I wanted him to willingly join me and be mine. But he paused at my words and shook his head. His honor would not allow that. He believed that something so personal and private was only to be shared with the one he married and called his alone.

I came so close. So close to using my powers to strip his mind bare, and rewrite it to allow what I wanted and what I believed that he truly wanted. I was on the edge of casting the spell into him when I looked into his deep eyes…. And I stopped cold. I couldn’t do it. He wanted me and I wanted him, but not as a person that he wasn’t…

He left my home in the desert for his that morning. I held him close for a moment before he left, and then I kissed him and I felt myself melt at his touch. As he drove away my mind swirled with his image within me. I spent the next year seeing him as often as I could. He was perfect in every way and he became the focus of my life.

And now here we are. A year has passed. He’s coming to my home again tonight. I will ask him to give himself to me for I have given myself to him already. I will ask him to cherish and obey me…. I hope that he will…. I hope….. Oh please….. I hope….


Not all hopes come true as you would hope they would… That’s next time…





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    • James on January 17, 2012 at 4:09 pm

    This is lovely, heartwrenchingly passionate writing, Your Majesty. Just amazing.

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    • TeraS on February 29, 2012 at 2:05 pm


    But never quite good enough my heart…


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