Chapter 9: Three's Company
For three heartbeats, there was only silence, thick and choking. The scent of old paper was now utterly drowned by the ripe, musky smell of sex and ozone that radiated from Lily.
Theo’s mind shattered into a thousand panicked pieces. “Giana, I can explain—!”
Giana wasn’t screaming anymore. She was staring, her blue eyes wide, but not with fear. With a kind of stunned, open-mouthed curiosity. She’d pulled her shirt closed, but her fingers weren’t clutching it in terror. They were just… holding it.
“Theo,” Giana said, her voice oddly calm. “Why is there a… lady on my floor?”
“I’m not a lady, I’m a succubus, you deliciously stacked moron,” Lily groaned, pushing herself up onto her elbows. She looked thoroughly debauched, hair a wild mess, smudged eyeliner giving her a raccoon-like allure. Then she shimmered. Her form blurred, like a television losing signal, and when it resolved, the punkish attire was gone.
She was naked. Gloriously, impossibly naked.
Her skin seemed to glow with a subtle inner warmth. Her breasts were ludicrous, heavy globes that defied gravity, tipped with nipples the color of bruised roses. Her waist was a savage indent above the explosive curve of her hips and the outrageous, jiggling swell of her ass, which even now, as she got to her knees, quivered like two massive bowls of gelatin. A thin, dark trail of hair led from her navel down to the neatly trimmed patch between her thighs, which were still slick and gleaming.
Theo made a sound like a drowning man. His glasses fogged.
“Oh, cool,” Giana breathed, leaning forward. “A real one?”
“What?” Theo squeaked.
“A succubus. I read about them in this blog about inter-dimensional ley lines. They feed on sexual energy, right?” Giana asked, as if confirming the dietary habits of a rare bird.
Lily’s grin was slow and predatory. She began to crawl forward on her hands and knees, a movement that made every outrageous part of her anatomy sway and bounce in a hypnotic, chaotic rhythm. Her ass cheeks clapped together softly with each movement. “Oh, I like her, Theo. She’s dumb as a box of rocks, but she’s got the right priorities. Yes, sugar-tits. I feed on cum. I feed on desire. I feed on the wet, hot little sounds humans make when they’re getting properly ruined.”
She stopped at the foot of the bed, her face level with Giana’s knees. The succubus’s eyes were locked on the gap in Giana’s shirt. “And I am starving.”
“Giana, please, this is dangerous, she’s a demon—” Theo stammered, finding his voice.
“He’s right, I am,” Lily purred, not looking away from Giana. “Bound to him, technically. A whole annoying contract. But right now, I’m looking at you, and all I can think about is how your back must ache. Carrying those two monstrous, beautiful milk-wagons around all day. The constant strain. The dull, grinding pain right between your shoulder blades.”
Giana’s ditzy composure cracked, just for a second. A flicker of genuine weariness crossed her face. “Yeah. It… it really does. How’d you know?”
“Because I can see the weight of them,” Lily whispered, her voice dripping with sympathy and lust. “I can smell the ache in your muscles. It’s a crime. A masterpiece like you, suffering.” She lifted a hand, fingers tipped with neat black polish. “I can fix it. A snap. A little demonic chiropractic. No more pain. Just… relief.”
“You can?” Giana’s voice was small, hopeful.
“Lily, don’t—” Theo started.
Lily snapped her fingers.
The sound was crisp, final. A tiny shockwave of warmth pulsed through the room.
Giana gasped. Her spine straightened, not stiffly, but with a fluid, released grace she probably hadn’t known since puberty. Her shoulders, which had held a perpetual, subtle slump, dropped back. Her head tilted back, a soft, stunned moan escaping her lips. “Oh… my god.”
“Better?” Lily’s smile was all triumph.
“It’s… gone. It’s just gone.” Giana looked down at her own chest, then at Lily, wonder in her eyes. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” Lily said, her voice dropping to a husky, intimate register. “Now. A succubus operates on exchange. Energy. I gave you relief.” She leaned in closer, her breath ghosting over the skin revealed by Giana’s still-open shirt. “I want a taste. Just a little one. Of what I just unshackled.”
Giana’s hazel eyes met Lily’s cold blue ones. Theo saw it—the flicker of hesitation, then the dawning of something else. A blush spread down Giana’s neck, but it wasn’t shame. It was heat. The casual, accepting part of her that believed in ley lines and demons was now fully in charge, and it was curious.
“A… taste?” Giana whispered.
“Just a lick,” Lily promised, her tongue darting out to wet her own lips. “I need to know if they’re as sweet as they look.”
Giana’s fingers, still holding the shirt, loosened. The fabric fell open again. She didn’t move, didn’t speak, just watched Lily with heavy-lidded eyes.
That was all the invitation needed.
Lily moved with serpentine grace. She pushed herself up, crowding onto the bed, her naked body a furnace against Giana’s side. She didn’t go for a nipple first. She buried her face in the magnificent, overflowing curve of Giana’s breast, nuzzling the impossibly soft skin, inhaling deeply.
“Fuck,” Lily moaned, the sound muffled against flesh. “You smell like vanilla and heaven.” Then her tongue emerged, a broad, pink stripe laving a slow, wet path from the underside up towards the peak.
Theo was frozen, his blood a roaring torrent in his ears. He watched, helpless, as his crush sighed, her head lolling back against the pillow.
Lily’s mouth closed over Giana’s nipple. She suckled, not gently, but with a greedy, pulling hunger, her cheeks hollowing. Her hand came up to knead the other breast, her fingers sinking deep into the pliant flesh.
Giana cried out, a sharp, surprised sound that melted into a low groan. Her hand came up, not to push Lily away, but to tangle in the succubus’s red and black hair.
“See?” Lily pulled off with a wet pop, her lips glistening. “Sweet. And so fucking responsive.” She turned her head, fixing Theo with a look of pure, wicked possession over the landscape of Giana’s body. “Look at her, Theo. Look at what your little crush is becoming. She’s a natural. She wants this. She wants me.”
Giana’s eyes fluttered open. She looked past Lily, directly at Theo. Her face was flushed, her lips parted. There was no confusion left, only a dazed, hungry acceptance. “Theo…” she breathed, his name a question and an invitation.
Lily laughed, a low, dirty sound. She leaned down and delivered a long, sloppy, possessive lick up the side of Theo’s horrified face, from jaw to temple, leaving a cool, tingling stripe of saliva. “Mine,” she growled in his ear. “And tonight, hers. Now get over here. You’re part of this exchange, too.”
The momentum of the room shifted, tilting irrevocably towards the edge of the bed, towards the tangle of limbs and desire. Theo’s feet, as if moving through syrup, took a stumbling step forward.