A while ago I shared the first part of a series called Succubus Tales that I am writing with my Adored Brother. This series originally appeared on DeviantArt and you can find them here with the images that go along with the stories.
This then, is what I think of as Part Two, though in actuality it’s Chapter Three. At some point I’ll get Chapter One here, as well, for the sake of being complete …
Learning from the Queen
By TeraS and her Adored Brother
I slept a sleep of dreams—of being held, loved, cherished. I dreamed of a pair of green eyes that looked deeply into me, eyes that saw everything I had done … everything. Those eyes didn’t judge me. They only wanted to understand—something I hadn’t been able to do.
I dreamed of spooning against a lover that loved me, a lover that didn’t need anything from me save for me to be me: the heat of her body against mine; the teasing touch of long red nails over my skin, tracing around my nipples; the wanton gasp of need that burned within me. I imagined her voice, her scent, her seductive energy. I envisioned how damp I was, how needy I became, needing to be hers, to fall into her, to touch the one that so few could.
I went around in circles, from dream to dream, love to lust and back again. I heard her voice asking a question. I didn’t hesitate in my answer. The price was one I would pay, always, without a thought, because she loved me.
I didn’t wake up until the following evening. The sun was just falling to twilight when my eyes fluttered open. I stretched out, feeling satisfied, full, content as a delicious moan escaped me and my sex shivered with the memory of the night before. I turned over, my arms seeking her, my leg wanting to drape over her own.
But she wasn’t there. I raised myself, the sheets held to my chest, the scent of her still in the air, making me wet. Tera had promised to watch over me, for one night, and I had no doubt she had. My thoughts were a bit muddled as I had flashes of memories come to me.
Licking my lips, which were still tingling with pleasure, I was a needy thing for a moment. The thought of crawling to her, parting her legs and pleasuring her came so easy to me. I wanted her, so dearly so that my whine was sharp enough to scratch a mirror. But she wasn’t there, and so I sighed, a bit sadly. But Tera had promised to see me again, and soon, to teach me. And that made me smile. I would be hers alone for as long as she wanted me … forever.
As memories of the pleasure and passion that she gave last night continued to tease at me, I drew back the sheet and slinked out of bed. As I did, I realized that how I had poured myself out of bed was very much like Tera herself, and the thought thrilled me. Perhaps Tera had already taught me something.
A silver card on my nightstand caught my attention, and I turned my focus to it. The front of the card had a single word: Pleasures. The word was familiar; I recognized that it was a new nightclub in Bridgeport. I’d never been there, nor really heard much about it. But the card being here was a clue, obviously from Tera, and I turned it over to see a note written on the back.
“You are cordially invited to a night of cool jazz, warm moments, and hot passions. The pleasures to be found will be yours … and mine.” The card was signed with a single letter T and a red lipstick kiss, that particular shade that only Tera had. I smiled, knowing well what Tera meant by “hot passions,” as she had shared some of them last night.
I couldn’t say no. How could I? Tera wanted me there, she told me so. It would be so very gauche not to attend her party. Noting the time—it was still a bit early to be on the town—I decided to wait for full nightfall before going out to Pleasures. But that didn’t mean that I couldn’t spend the time showing my teacher that I was a tempting little succubus.
I could have shifted, been ready in a moment, but that wouldn’t have impressed Tera. She believed in succubi being their best. That would start with a hot shower, a little bit of fantasizing, or a lot of it if I was honest with myself; then Tera’s student would be nicely heated up for her.
I was in the shower for twenty minutes and spent the next forty making sure everything else was just right. I didn’t often spend the time to make myself stunningly beautiful; really, being a succubus made that as simple as breathing. But something Tera told me a long time ago whispered to me as I was drawing a tube of lipstick over my pouting lips: “Seduction isn’t a game. It is our being.”
I called a taxi as I was soon ready to go. As I was on the phone, I looked at myself in the mirror, a shiver passed through me. I looked hot, sexy and seductive. A tight mini dress that clung to my body shaped my sexuality. The blue leather on the front and back contrasted with the white and black leather that glowed against my curves. As I finished the call, I looked down, checking that my blue pumps were the right ones to finish my outfit.
I was drawing a lock of hair into place when my cell phone let me know that the taxi had arrived. Gathering my purse, which held my invitation and my phone, I slung it over my shoulder. The long straps allowing the purse to bump against my hip as I left the apartment.
As I descended to the ground floor, I checked that I had everything in my purse before the elevator doors opened and I walked across the lobby towards the main doors. My need was so clear in my walk. I was sex. I was power. I was seduction. The waves of lust that my body put out drew everyone in the lobby to look at me, and I loved every moment of it. The doorman opened the door for me, I graced him with a smile that nearly brought him to his knees, and thought about doing more than that some other time.
The taxi awaited me. When I stepped into the yellow van, I smiled as the driver looked at me in the mirror and whistled. I could taste him on the air, how my power called to him, but that wouldn’t do. Closing my eyes, I shivered at a little orgasm as my power ebbed slightly. It wouldn’t do to have him lose focus and crash the taxi.
“Where to, Beautiful?” he asked.
“Pleasures,” I purred, a wanton smile that I couldn’t help forming around the word.
“Got it, Babe,” he sighed.
I didn’t talk to him during the drive. My mind was wholly occupied by the thought that Tera was waiting for me. Just the thought of being with Tera was making me hot, but the thrill of knowing she wanted to help me was overwhelming. I really didn’t want to screw this up. I found myself wondering how often Tera did this. What was it that brought me to her attention again, that drew her to me … seemingly me … alone? I knew there were very few succubi and incubi in Bridgeport, fewer still that Tera was intimate with. How did this happen?
The trip was over so quickly that I missed we had arrived and the driver coughing drew me back to the moment. A smile came with his fare and a tip. Perhaps at some point he might be getting a bigger one. He opened the door for me and I found myself standing outside of Pleasures itself. As he drove away, I stared openly at the club. I could see Tera’s hand everywhere. It was classy, welcoming, but with an undercurrent of excitement, lust, and seduction. Exactly like Tera herself, I realized.
Approaching the main doors, I found a long line waiting to enter and two big burly bouncers in suits covering the front door. I smiled, seeing Tera’s hand there too, there was no question that they would be delightful morsels. Walking towards them, my hand found the card from Tera in my purse as I approached the line. I had but one focus now, one thought.
I wanted in.
Stopping at the velvet rope they guarded, I nibbled on a corner of the card and sized them up. I could feel the heat from them, but they were quite strong-willed, and Tera wouldn’t be happy if I made a scene. As that thought came, I realized something. This was a test. I nibbled my lip, knowing that this was one that I was going to pass. Putting on my succubus charm would work, in time, but that was a waste of energy. I pushed down my hunting instinct and smiled. The bouncers looked at me, a no-nonsense look in their eyes.
“Name?” The bouncer with the shaved head asked as he looked at his list.
Presenting the card to him, I replied: “I have this.”
He took the card and looked it over while the other bouncer, a blonde with muscles I’d love to lick my tongue over, watched me. “Invite’s good. But you need to be on the list. What’s your name, little lady?” The bald bouncer asked.
“Sophia Beauchamp.” My name came from my lips clear and strong, as I know Tera would want it: displaying pride in myself, in who I am. I am hers. I am of the succubi. Fear me. Crave me. Obey me.
I could see the pen in his hand shake at my voice. I knew I had my hooks in him now. Another word and he’d be on his knees. But instead I smiled, then winked, and he marked me off the list. As they moved the velvet rope out of my way, the card was returned to me. I waved it at the crowds waiting to enter Pleasures, feeling their need and desire to come with me. Such a shame they wouldn’t be.
Once inside, it was clear, without a doubt, that this was Tera’s playground. Red was everywhere: the red of passion, lust, want and need; the red of seduction; Tera’s red. The bar came into focus a moment later and I noticed a couple at the far end of the bar in an intimate dance. A blonde succubus in a green latex dress was whispering into the mind of a lucky guy there. She was going to feed on him, there was no question of that. As I approached, she straddled him, her lips pressing against his own, her hands possessively entwined in his hair. The sparkle of his soul being sucked from his lips into hers flickered in and out as their lips slipped and pressed against one another.
The clicking of my heels made her break the kiss and look at me. She smiled a wanton smile, a finger on his lips. Her eyes met mine and she winked before turning her attention back to him and continued to feed. I wondered how much of him was going to be left when she was done with him. The look in her eyes was a deep, deep hunger: the raw need to feed on a soul. But this was Tera’s place, and she wouldn’t dare go against Tera’s wishes … if she was smart. I turned away and began to look for the one that invited me here tonight: Tera, our Queen, our Lover, ours.
My eyes drew over the dance floor and I saw her. I nibbled my lip as I raked my eyes over her red leather dress, black lace mesh covering her back and delicious cleavage. The dress invited eyes to draw over her when she graced them with a smile. Tera looked … just right. I couldn’t explain it any other way. She always looked right, her sexuality, her power so totally encompassing that I ached being in her presence once more.
Tera was looking at me with a smile, her tempting hips rolling slowly as she pressed them into a male that was entranced by her power. She looked across the dance floor to me, licking her lips and then turned her attention to him. I was frozen, a statue—if a hot, wet, and needy one. Tera had her dance partner wrapped around her little finger. I could see the waves of need and lust rolling off of him, I could taste his energy in the air. My mouth watered as she cupped a hand behind his head and kissed him. He was enthralled, captured, lost in Tera’s power. His hands did not leave her hips as they slow danced there in front of me.
The song they were dancing to ended as Tera’s lips left his, her capture of her prey done as the last note ended. Tera was, if nothing else, well-versed in making a scene, a hot one that made my sex ache again. The Queen’s eyes returned to me, then she took his hand. Her lips brushed against his ear, he gasped, and then she began to lead him towards me.
If there was one thing that I had learned about Tera, it was that she had very specific tastes. As they came closer, I saw she had trapped in her web a tall man with short black hair and brown eyes. He was dressed nice, nothing over the top, just a good-looking guy in white slacks and a blue shirt. A closer look at his eyes as they came closer revealed that he was Tera’s thrall now. His eyes were lost with lust and desire for her. I could sense him being unsure, questioning his luck in being in the presence of the beauty that is Tera. It’s hard to explain just how her beauty is her, how there’s no one, either human or any other supernatural creature, that can be as beautiful as she.
That beauty was so very clear as she came close to me and whispered: “Good morning, sleepyhead. I’m glad you were able to get out of bed. I was wondering if I had worn you out too much and I’d have to come looking for you,” Her wink came with a light hug and a soft kiss, one that I needed, lusted for, and returned joyfully.
“mmmm … Loved cumming … Thank you, Tera,” I responded as my cheeks blushed at the memories of what she’d done to me.
The gorgeous red-tail looked at the man: “Come along, pet.” I found my hand holding one of his, Tera holding the other. The crowds parted, making a path for us towards a private booth a short walk from the dance floor. It was a little bit hidden, a private enclave. Our Hostess pointed at the middle of the booth and the man moved there. It was clear what she wanted from me. It was only a few moments before I was on one side of him, Tera on his other.
If this was any other night, I would know that our prey was trapped, ensnared, under the power of the succubi, his own needs and lust being toyed with. But this was Tera, and things were never what they appeared to be at first.
“This is a very lovely club.” I said as the smooth and cool jazz played in the background.
“It is, Sweetheart. Thank you. Some nights are more special than others,” Tera replied as she looked at me, her focus on me, the man between us held in our combined power now as my need, my ache to feed started to grow. She pressed herself against him, her tongue licking his ear: “This lovely man volunteered to help me in your lessons tonight.”
I looked at the man. He sat there, smiling, his mind adrift in the power of the seduction that had captured him. Another word from Tera and his arms moved. He placed his hands on our shoulders as we surround him. I saw Tera looking at me, nodding slightly, her eyes darting to him. Her message was clear.
“What is your name, darling?” I asked of the man as my gaze turned to him.
“My name is Franklin,” he said in a breathy yet lusty tone. He wanted both of us badly.
“Yes Franklin. Our dear pet, Franklin, will be offering some of his essence tonight, because he is a good and obedient pet, of course.” Tera said as she pressed her hand upon his chest and pushed him back into the seat. Tera focused her so-green eyes upon him and I whimpered at her power. “Relax now, pet. Be a good pet for your Mistress.” Tera told the human. Franklin nodded and did as he was told.
Things were quiet for a moment, time seeming to wait for what came next. I watched as Tera stroked her long red nails over his sleeve. How he moaned, completely in her power.
“Tera… if we both feed from him… he’ll…” I asked.
“No. He won’t because we will not.” Tera licked her lips. “I’ll be here, I will watch, and I’ll be here to catch you.” Tera’s gaze was upon me now: “Trust me. I will not allow you to fall.” Then Tera returned her attention to Franklin. “You have been such a good boy tonight. You worked so hard just to kiss me, I knew you wanted to. It wasn’t time then, but now …” she purred softly to Franklin “… now Sophia is here with us. A special kiss, one you’ve been craving tonight. It’s time now, pet …”
“Thank you,” Franklin moaned as our Mistress cupped her hand to his cheek and pressed into him. Franklin did the same and their lips played against each other for a deep and passionate kiss. I could see the stream of life go from Franklin to Tera. It was like nothing I could have imagined: a trickle, a little tiny spark. It wasn’t very fast, either. It was achingly slow, almost as if, as their tongues danced, the irresistible brunette caressed a little bit of energy from him. My eyes got wider and wider. This was nothing like I could have imagined. Tera’s control was … perfect. The kiss only lasted for a brief moment before she drew her lips away in a delicious smile. Her tongue licked over her lips as Franklin fell back, slumping, into the booth. “mmm … About a year, more or less, I would think …” Tera said with a soft smile as she turned to me.
I was still in shock to see any human still alive after a kiss from a succubus. “I can’t believe he’s still alive.” I whiapered.
Tera had that bemused smile of hers as she patted his leg. “The lesson is a simple one: will and control. You have to have the will to stop and the control to do so. Now, sex is harder than just a kiss—we can easily fall into the lusts of feeding—but we’ll get to that in time. Right now, my sweet Sophia, a simple kiss, and nothing more,” she said, pointing at Franklin.
“Okay …” I said as I turned to look at Franklin, the tremor in my voice clear.
Tera stroked her long red nails over Franklin’s cheek: “As a succubus, you need the life force of humans to survive. That is a given. Taking it all will kill them and their soul will be part of you for eternity. Without control, we risk being discovered. Leaving a trail of bodies eventually means one will lead … to you.”
She patted his cheek: “I don’t want that, lovely Sophia. I love you too much. So, we’ll learn to take only a little today. You’ll see, it’s not impossible for us to coexist with them. Just like how Bianca has been preaching to the humans now that vampires have come into public view.”
I nodded as I looked at my red-tailed Love. “Okay; so far I am with you.”
“I’m glad, because the tough part comes next,” she whispered as she turned to Franklin, his eyes fluttering. “Did you enjoy my kiss?”
“I did,” Franklin sounded like his breath was taken away.
“My sweet Sophia would love to kiss your lips, too.”
“Is her kiss as sweet as yours?”
“Sweeter,” Tera smiled mischievously as she turned and looked at me. “Slowly … very slowly; don’t rush. We have all night. I’ll be right here to help.”
I nodded and swallowed the lump in my throat as I turned to Franklin. He was already leaning in for a kiss. I looked at Tera once more. Her expression was one of complete trust in me, that I would be fine. I held onto that thought before turning all my focus to the human.
Our lips pressed together and I felt his life force connect to mine and the rush to take all of him was immediately there. My instincts pushed to take over so that I would devour him.
“No”—a single word that gave even my own basest needs paused at—“Don’t give into your instincts”—it was Tera whispering to me, her voice firm yet kind and compassionate—“Push them down and just sip.”
“You are the Mistress of your power. Make it obey … you.”
I keep those words at the center of my thoughts as I try to push back my instincts. The need to feed teases my clit. My mouth waters while I feel Franklin’s life connected to mine. The Queen’s words come to me again: “Your power obeys you. Command it.”
Something inside of me changed. Part of me decided to try taking a little bit, to see what it was like. The first ebb of his soul licked my lips and I felt the dribble of him caressing my needs. A sip, a taste, so different, so seductive, so much more delicious; my need moaned in pleasure as I slowly sipped away at him.
“Now, break the kiss,” Tera said softly.
I didn’t want to. I wanted more.
“Sophia, control your power or it will be the end of you.”
I took one year after another of his life. Slowly yes, but I didn’t want to stop. The taste was … exquisite.
I felt a tap on my shoulder as my Teacher spoke again: “Break the kiss, Sweetheart. If you don’t, I will.”
I didn’t care. This was heaven: so delicious and wonderful.
I felt Tera’s nails pressing against my collarbone: “Stop, please; you don’t want me to pull you away. It won’t feel good.”
I didn’t care. Nothing was going to …
“Please, Sophia; please don’t disappoint me.”
Those words were like an icepick to my heart. Even my own needs froze at Tera’s statement.
“Please don’t disappoint me.”
Tera trusted me. She trusted me. I had to …
… I had to force myself away from Franklin, throwing my body across the booth and far away from him. I gasped, my eyes wide and my breathing heavy. I realized something as I looked at Tera gently touching his forehead: I wanted him all but only got a part of him. Tears came to my eyes as I realized only a small part of him was inside of me.
I did stop.
Whether that was Tera’s voice or that I didn’t need to take everything. I cupped my hands over my lips as I thought of Logan inside of me. I was still filled with him. Perhaps this was his gift to me.
“That’s a good start.” Tera said as she put her hand gently on my shoulder. “It’s always hard the first time, but it gets easier.”
Tera then continued to examine him: “Taking a little bit only works when you are the Mistress of your needs. If you need to heal, or are starving, it’s a lot harder to do. But I won’t put you through that … just yet.”
“I want more,” I said, licking my lips, my need rearing its head again, before I turned to look at my Teacher.
She shook her head. “No, you have already taken more than enough.”
I looked at him and gasped as I saw his head hanging down. He wasn’t moving. “Oh, no!” The guilt came rushing back, drowning me. I’d failed. He was dead! I couldn’t do it! I’d failed! I’d …
“Sweetheart,” Tera clutched my hand, “he’s still alive. He gave up five years of his life to us tonight. He’s sleeping now.”
I looked at him again. Hesitantly, I pushed his head up to see he still had flesh tone color in his checks and not the more deathly pale I knew too well. The relief washed over me, but I needed to ask: “How long will he sleep?”
“Depends on how much life they have to what we take. It can be a normal night’s sleep to a couple of days. I have heard of someone sleeping up to a week. Some fall into a coma.” Tera stated all of this without malice.
I nodded as I watched Tera touching his cheek and forehead. A question formed in my thoughts and I asked: “Sex is harder. Why?”
She smiled as she leaned in closer to me, seemingly finished with him for the moment. “Sex is just as much pleasure for us as it is for them. We give them love and pleasure, but we take pleasure too and it’s harder to hold back our instincts from draining them dry. It takes a long time to control that.” I noticed a wistful smile on her lips: “So much time.”
Tera looked into my eyes. I couldn’t look away from her. She held my attention as she moved to straddle herself over me, trapping me beneath her. She cupped my cheeks with her hands: “But time is an illusion.”
I started to ask a question, but as my lips parted, Tera pressed her own against mine. I felt her tongue probing, then playing with my own. Her scent, her heat, the power she was, poured over me. Her body pressed into mine, I ached, moaned, my eyes fluttered and then …
… everything changed.
“All is prepared my Queen.” I didn’t recognize the voice. It was deep and male, but other than that I didn’t know who it was. More importantly, why was he calling me a Queen? I’m no Queen.
I nodded my head, but didn’t say a word. I wanted to ask what the hell was going on, but I couldn’t. I wanted someone to tell me what was happening and I couldn’t make the words come. I looked around as he left and found myself resting on a throne. My eyes trailed over my body and I saw that I was draped in golden silk, a style that tugged at me. There was something about all of this, a story, something …
Rising from the throne, I rolled my hips, my tongue licking over my lips and a seductive smile playing there. As I descended from the throne, two rows of figures draped in white lace and silk, hoods hiding their faces, made a path for me. I could sense the raw need and desire from each, the life that my hunger demanded I take, consume, and relish in.
The walk from the throne to the other side of the chamber was longer than I expected. Idly, I counted the kneeling souls, and realized there were one hundred of them. I still had no idea what was going on, where I was or why I couldn’t do anything except watch. I came to the end of the assembled masses and paused in front of a glided mirror, taller than I. I looked into it, seeing myself covered from head to toe in golden silk, my own face covered by a hood, cloaked in darkness.
I stood there, looking into the mirror. The need inside of me, the hunger to feed on the bounty of souls that waited before me making me wet. My arms moved, my hands moving towards the cowl that covered me. I saw the flash of long red nails as they appeared from beneath the sleeves.
The hood fell away, the trappings of gold spilled like water from my skin and I stood there naked. I saw the smile and then saw the rest …
… the so-green eyes.
It was Tera.
She stood there, looking into the mirror, her hands trailing over her skin. A little moan of pleasure when she caressed her cleavage, a delicious look of desire when her hands played close to her sex.
Then I spoke, or rather she did: “Our lust consumes us. It is our undoing. This cannot be.” She turned towards the throne, the sight of all of those delicious souls making her … my … our mouth water. “One hundred souls to feed on; one hundred chances to fail; one hundred moments to fall into the Abyss …”
Our hunger pulled at us, our need an ache we could not ignore. How could we? It was part of us, tied to us, inseparable. We walked to the first soul. A flick of our hands, the cowl removed and they were revealed: a woman with auburn hair, eyes unafraid, in bliss of being in our presence.
The kiss was deep and soulful. Our need dove into her, intending to rend her asunder. She was only human; what did she matter? The hunger leaped toward her soul, to tear, shred, and consume.
A hand clutched at our collarbone and we were wrenched away. Our connection broke, the barest of the sacrificial soul taken. The pain was like a whip against our skin, burning deeply and remaining there. Doubling over in pain, our voice cried out in agony.
That male voice returned: “One.”
We felt anger in his word for a moment. Then the shame. We couldn’t control ourselves and he needed to stop us. We were weak.
We were not going to be.
It did not go much better for the next twenty-two souls. In each we couldn’t break away quickly enough and he did as we had commanded. With the next, we broke the kiss just as his hand began to pull us away.
There was no pain. No agony.
There was no anger. No shame. We had controlled ourselves. We … were … not … weak. We felt a bemused smile form. We would learn.
The next souls gave, but we didn’t take all we could have. His hand came five more times, but after that he did not pull us or touch us. He simply counted.
From here, we played with the souls, teasing them, making them orgasm in pleasure before licking at their souls to taste the delicious ambrosia they were.
The playing wasn’t enough. We rode the males. We made them howl in pleasure, to orgasm as we licked their souls. We strummed the females, to make them writhe in pleasure as they screamed from our touch. We learned the taste of divine bliss in that moment.
The next three we took at the same time. Two males and a female came to us. The pleasures pushed at our control, tempted our need, demanded we take and feed until they were all devoured. When they were all spent, we stood. Our body shining in sweat, glowing with the power we had consumed.
Ninety-nine souls. So many moments to fail, to lose ourselves. But we did not. Our will overcame. Our power controlled.
There was one last soul before the throne.
He stood by the throne, the last barrier. He waited there, draped in black, his face hidden by his cowl. The need roared suddenly. It wanted all of him, ever drop of his soul. That craving washed over us, our powers wanting to reach out to control him, to push him to his knees.
This was the last test. He wasn’t prey; he wasn’t. But the need didn’t care. If it took control of us, it would take him. We prowled to his side, our hands playing over his body. He said nothing, just waiting there.
Our hands pulled his lips close to ours. The need howled in victory.
A chaste kiss and we released him.
We did not have to feed, did not have to take. The need cried out in defeat and we smiled.
He nodded: “One Hundred, my Queen.”
Our voice was clear and strong: “One Hundred.”
Nude we reclined on our throne and replied: “The first one hundred. Tomorrow a hundred more and every tomorrow … still more. The fight never ends.”
Reality shifted as Tera broke the kiss. She smiled, licking her lips as she looked at me. Her green eyes sparkled and she breathed a little heavier.
“What … the hell … was that?” I asked.
The Succubi Queen’s fingers played over the nape of my neck: “A memory … a time long ago when I was learning to control myself … a temple that the humans built for me … a place where they worshipped me as a Goddess. I gave you the memory I had—how it feels, what it’s like, all of it,”
“That’s impossible.” I said in shock.
“You forget, Sweetheart; even though I don’t go and flaunt it, I am the Queen of the Succubi. It is within my power to do just that,” she said with a wink.
Tapping my nose, Tera explained: “I’ve given you a head start. But like the memory says, the battle is never over. You have to fight, tooth and nail, every day.”
“That’s up to you. I trust you, Sophia. I know you can do this. Believe in your own will and it will be fine.”
I looked at my Idol with loving eyes. “Thank you.”
She kissed my nose: “Should have happened when you first came into being as a succubus, but it didn’t. You’ll learn more, in time.” She then patted my shoulder: “Now we should let Franklin rest. He did well for us tonight and I did promise that all the pleasure will be yours and mine tonight.”
I smiled and nodded as Tera guided me from the booth. When we were standing together, Tera looked back at Franklin, then said: “Sophia, please wait for me upstairs—the stairs are just over there. I need a moment to be sure Franklin is looked after.”
“Of course, Tera. Thank you.”
Tera watched me leave, her eyes not looking away as I crossed the club and then made my way up a staircase towards Tera’s lair.
After I was out of sight, Tera returned to Franklin. She settled in beside him again, looking at his sleeping form. “I’m sorry she took so much from you, pet.” She kissed him, deeper than before. The glow of souls came brightly between their lips. But it wasn’t like before. Tera wasn’t feeding on him. She was giving to Franklin instead.
Her kiss ended and, after a few moments longer, Franklin woke up. “What … what happened?”
Tera touched a finger to his cheek and turned his eyes to look at her own. Both pairs glowed brightly: “You had a wonderful time with two amazing women. The club was delightful and you’ll be sure to tell your friends that they need to come here.”
His head nodded slowly as the succubi’s commands seeped into his mind: “Yes … amazing … wonderful …”
She smiled and kissed him again, Franklin nodding off once more. Tera then poured herself out of the booth and motioned for one of the staff. “Look after him, please. Be sure he makes it home.”
“Of course, Tera. I’ll look after him personally.”
The Queen left Franklin with a cute redhead, knowing she would look after him. Judging from how the waitress was looking at Franklin, he might have memories of three amazing women before the night was done.
Now she could look after Sophia. That thought made Tera smile.