by Bliss Devlin
Katie drank more of the bubbly ambrosia. Amanda had refilled her glass.
"It must be really nice to have such a close relationship with your brother. My brother and sister are a lot older than I am—like, my brother was getting ready to graduate from high school when I was born." Katie giggled. "I was an 'oops!' baby after my parents thought they were done, and it was kind of like being an only child. Mike and Stacey were always nice to me, but we never had much in common. They were always more like my uncle and aunt than the kind of siblings my friends had. You and Andras sound like you're more of a package deal."
Amanda smiled. "You could say that. We have an older sister, Korinna, but Andras and I have always been inseparable. Part of it might be because we're twins, but a lot of it is probably because we spent so much time living in foreign countries while we were growing up." She paused, and her manner suddenly shifted to flirtatious. "Has Andras told you about the time we shared the same girlfriend?"
Katie nearly choked on her drink. "No! How did that happen?"
"We were living in Germany at the time. Sabine was a friend of mine—I had the most horrible crush on her, but was too shy to let her know. She eventually figured it out, though, and we started dating...secretly, because her parents were really conservative and would have made things really unpleasant if they'd found out that their daughter was having a same-sex relationship. So, officially, Sabine was being courted by Andras. Great cover story, except that I found out it was true."
"And then what happened?" Katie asked, fascinated.
"Well," said Amanda, pragmatically. "I had four choices." She ticked them off on her manicured fingers."One: Write a dramatic suicide note about my broken heart and kill myself. Two: Kill Andras, fake a dramatic suicide note, and hide his body." She smiled. "At the time, I rather liked that idea, and had to talk myself out of it."
Katie laughed, and Amanda continued, "Three: Break up with Sabine and let Andras have her. But that would have meant letting him win. Couldn't have that! Or, four: find a way for both of us to date her."
"And she was okay with that?"
Amanda laughed again. "She loved it. At first, we each saw her alone, but pretty soon, she wanted us with her at the same time. Maybe she thought we'd be jealous or competitive."
"Were you?"
Amanda expression was wicked. "No, we cooperated. She wasn't expecting that. Her parents had gone out that evening, so we tied Sabine up and played with her until she was screaming with pleasure. "
Katie had a vivid flash of memory, and felt her face heat.
Amanda leaned in close, and touched Katie's cheek with a light caress. Her fingers felt ice-cold against Katie's alcohol-heated skin "Ah, so you've already played that game with my brother, have you? That bastard never shares any of the juicy details with me. Did you enjoy it?"
Katie licked her lips, and saw Amanda's intense gaze, green as her brother's, fasten on her mouth. "Yes. I, uh, did."
"Tell me. I want details," Amanda ordered. She moved fractionally closer, so that she was now practically cuddling with Katie.
Strangely, Katie didn't mind. Amanda smelled nice, and it never felt like she was invading personal space, even when she was pressed up right against you.
"Well, um, I kind of have this little problem," Katie began, awkwardly, surprising herself with her willingness to obey Amanda's request. She usually didn't discuss her sex life with anyone. "Before I met your brother, I could never, um, climax while I was having sex..."
She continued talking. It became easier as she went along, until the details were spilling out of her, spurred by Amanda's interest and her occasional questions.
"--I used to think that those women who screamed during sex were faking it, but your brother," Katie finished shyly, "makes me scream for real. He does things—wonderful things, but it's too much. I just...have to." She gave a helpless shrug, aware that reliving the details had aroused her sex-deprived body.
"I had no idea you were such a talented submissive," Amanda said, touching Katie's face again. "I see now that I took entirely the wrong approach with you."
Katie had time just enough time to ask, "What?"
Then a cold mouth touched hers, and Katie found herself being kissed expertly by the other woman.
It felt good. Kind of weird, but really good.
She shouldn't. She really shouldn't be doing this with her friend...with Andras' sister.
Amanda nibbled on her lower lip. With a shuddering breath, Katie closed eyes, parted her lips, and gave herself up to the experience as Amanda took complete control.
Amanda was an amazing kisser. Katie had never thought she would be attracted to a woman, but she was getting really, really turned on by this. The place between her legs was now throbbing with a hot ache, her breasts felt heavy and sensitive, and—
"You feel it, don't you? The discomfort of long deprivation?" Amanda murmured, pausing in the line of kisses she was laying down on Katie's throat. "It's really not good to go for such a long time without an orgasm, especially now that my brother has trained your senses. The next thing to come will be pain, the cramping that results from long periods of unrelieved arousal is very unpleasant."
"Oh," said Katie, dazed from the kisses, and too turned on to think straight.
"You know, if Andras was here right now, I'm sure he'd give you permission to get some relief. He loves his little power games, but he's not cruel." Amanda leaned forward again, and gave Katie a light, lingering kiss. "In fact, I have just the thing."
As if by magic, a small egg-shaped object appeared in Amanda's hand. "Open your legs for me," Amanda said.
Katie obeyed, unable to summon an objection. She was painfully aroused.
Amanda's cool fingers slid under Katie's short skirt, brushing her inner thighs as she reached between Katie's legs. Katie shivered pleasurably at the touch, then jumped as she felt Amanda's fingers move aside the crotch of her damp panties.
Katie moaned as that cool, confident touch explored her swollen, sensitive folds.
"Oh, you poor thing," Amanda murmured, her fingertip skating around Katie's entrance. "You're positively burning with need, and so shamefully neglected." She inhaled like someone sampling a fine wine.
Katie whimpered and tried to grind herself against Amanda's teasing fingers. She needed more--
In response, Amanda pinched her needy clit lightly.
Katie gasped with pleasure, and Amanda was suddenly kissing her again, her mouth greedy and devouring now as her fingers continued their wicked work between Katie's legs.
"Would you like to come?" Amanda murmured. "I can sense how much you need it."
"Oh God, yes...please," Katie whispered, arching her back so that her hips thrust forward.
"Mmmm, I want to watch while you do."
Amanda's fingers stopped their delicious torment for a long moment, then Katie felt something cool and hard press against her hot, aching folds before Amanda moved her panties back into place.
"Close your legs tight, now, and keep them together," Amanda commanded softly. She slid onto Katie's lap, straddling her, and Katie saw that Amanda held a tiny remote in her hand.
With a wicked smile, Amanda pressed a button. Katie jumped and gasped, nearly throwing Amanda off her lap as the thing pressed against her clit gave a deep, powerful vibration.
"Do you like that?"
"Yes!" Katie almost shouted. "Please..."
Amanda pulled up Katie's t-shirt. Before Katie could react, the other woman unfastened her bra, exposing her breasts.
Amanda's long, manicured fingers caressed the swell of Katie's bared breasts, then lingered over her stiff nipples, teasing them with an unbearably light touch.
"Very pretty," Amanda said, and Katie smiled widely, foolishly in reply. She felt tipsy and really, really turned on.
"Please...touch me harder," Katie whispered.
God, she was so drunk...but this felt so good, especially when Amanda turned on the remote-controlled vib
rator again.
Amanda cupped her breasts and took her nipples firmly between thumb and forefinger.
"Mmmm." Katie arched her back, offering her breasts shamelessly to that delicious caress.
"Let me know if it's too much," Amanda murmured, her fingers busily pinching and rolling Katie's nipples, each sharp sensation sending sparks down Katie's spine.
All the while, the vibrator worked against her clit with erratic bursts.
So good...I might actually be able to come... Katie let her head loll against the back of the antique sofa, floating in pure sensation.
"Your turn," Amanda ordered.
Katie opened her eyes, blinking, and saw that the woman on her lap was now nude from the waist up. Amanda's breasts were generous, with large, dark brown nipples.
Well, it's only fair, Katie thought. She reached up and tentatively cupped Amanda's breasts. They were cool and heavy against her palms, the pale skin silky and soft. She rubbed her thumbs over Amanda's nipples, feeling them stiffen under her caress.
"That's good," Amanda said, rewarding Katie with a short, sharp burst from the vibrator. "Now use your mouth," she ordered. "And gently. I prefer a light touch."
Katie put her hands on Amanda's waist and obediently bent her head to Amanda's breasts. She brushed a kiss over one nipple, and Amanda sighed with pleasure. Katie repeated the gesture with the other breast, and felt Amanda's fingers slide into her hair.
The vibrator thrummed between her legs for a few moments, tormenting her hungry clit. "More," commanded Amanda.
In response, Katie touched her tongue to the stiff nipple, and swirled around it as if it were a piece of candy.
"Yes, like that," Amanda said, and as a sign of her approval, the vibrator roared to life again.
Katie redoubled her efforts, switching between Amanda's breasts, licking and sucking as she felt the delicious, long-awaited coil of tension finally starting in her lower belly.
"You're getting close, aren't you?" Amanda said.
Katie nodded.
Amanda took Katie's face between her hands, and kissed her hard, thrusting her tongue into Katie's mouth.
Under the toy's relentless, thrumming caress, Katy closed her eyes and felt herself ride the rollercoaster car up and up and up...
Finally, she plunged steeply into her climax, convulsing under Amanda's weight.
Amanda continued to kiss Katie as the pleasure ripped through her, almost unbearably intense after her long period of deprivation.
Katie opened her eyes as the intense ripples of pleasure began to subside, and gasped.
Sitting astride her lap, Amanda looked utterly transformed. Her green eyes looked like a cat's, with slit pupils, and she had pointed canine teeth, and—
"Wow," Katie whispered in wonder. Not trusting her eyes, she reached out and gently traced the curve of a large wing.
The reddish-brown feathers felt smooth and soft under her fingertips. Katie jerked back her hand as if she had been burned.
They were either real, or she was having a really vivid hallucination.
"I knew it!" Amanda exclaimed, sounding satisfied. "You can see beyond the glamour. You can see the real me."
"That's the real you?" Katie asked in disbelief. "I'm not—I'm not seeing things?"
Amanda smiled, looking pleased. And somehow a lot less tired now. Still straddling Katie's lap, she stretched luxuriously, arching her back and thrusting out her breasts. Her wings—wings!—unfolded with the sound of sliding silk, and extended.
Katie stared at them, still not quite able to believe. They were beautiful, the feathers shading from a pale cinnamon hue like to a deep mahogany brown.
"Oh, surely you've been seeing Andras like this?" Amanda teased.
"Yeah, but I thought I was hallucinating," Katie replied, feeling dazed from more than the mimosas and the sex. "Um..."
There was a question she was dying to ask, but couldn't think of a way that didn't sound rude.
"Yes?" said Amanda, folding her wings and looking extremely satisfied with herself.
"Are you an alien?" blurted Katie. "From a UFO or something?" God, the lameness! She braced herself for her friend's reaction.
Amanda just laughed. "No, silly," she said, thankfully not sounding offended. "I'm a succubus. Or, if you want to be accurate, a Child of Lilith. Succubus is considered politically-incorrect these days—too many ugly associations, like witch-hunts and burnings at the stake."
"And—and Andras? Is he a succ—I mean, a Child of Lilith, too?" Katie paused, thinking. "And is he really your brother?"
"A man can't be a succubus." Amanda giggled. "Males are traditionally called incubus. And yes, Andras really is my twin brother. And my best friend."
Katie stared at Amanda some more, trying to wrap her head around what she was seeing and hearing.
A vague memory surfaced, something she'd read in a horror novel. "Hey, aren't incubuses—"
"Incubi," Amanda corrected, coolly, still looking amused.
"—incubi and succubuses...uh, succubi?"
"Succubae," corrected Amanda.
"Aren't you guys supposed to be like vampires? Sex vampires?"
This time, Amanda didn't laugh, though her mouth twitched and her eyes sparkled. "What do you think?" she asked, in a teasing tone.
"I think you're kind of sex gods," Katie replied.
"Indeed." Amanda shook out her wings and re-settled them. "Legend has it that we are descended from Lilith, the handmaiden of the great goddess Inanna, who was later called Ishtar. Lilith supposedly took the archangel Samael as her consort, and bore him many children who were gifted with powerful magic. They were immortal, and could go for years without eating, as long as they took human lovers."
"Uh, so you really are a sex vampire?" Katie asked.
She realized that Amanda was looking much better than she had. Her skin was now warm, and she looked awake. Energized.
The last of Katie's afterglow, along with the pleasant sensation of tipsiness, vanished abruptly, as the implications hit her. "Shit. Did you just feed on me?"
5. Katie Chooses Her Punishment
Amanda suddenly looked contrite. "Please don't be angry with me," she said, in a soft voice. "I wouldn't have, but it was an emergency. Truly."
"Andras is going to kill me when he finds out. Or break up with me," Katie said, miserably. She turned her face away from the strange, beautiful creature who was still sitting on her lap. "Oh fuck, how could I have been so stupid?"
"I'm sorry," Amanda said. "But I honestly don't think Andras will break up with you just because you did me a favor. A huge favor." She leaned forward and put her hands on Katie's shoulders. "Katie, do you know what a rare and beautiful person you are?"
Katie shook her head in instant denial. "I'm not—" she began.
Amanda put a finger against Katie's lips. "We're not compatible with everyone, you know. I've been living on starvation rations for a long time now, but it's hard, and having to constantly maintain the glamour—"
"The what?" Katie asked. The only glamour that came to mind was the magazine, and she was pretty sure that's not what Amanda was talking about.
"Glamour." At Katie's blank look, Amanda sighed. "It's an old term for an illusion spell. It's how we pass for fully human. Close your eyes for a moment."
Katie obeyed. When she opened her eyes again, Amanda looked completely normal again. No wings, no cat-eyes, and she wore one of her stylish, expensive-looking blouses, though Katie hadn't felt her move.
The air around Amanda shimmered, and then she was half-naked once more, her wingtips brushing Katie's knees.
Amanda slid off Katie's lap and curled on the sofa next to her. "Look, I can't guarantee that my brother won't be angry, but he needs you. And if he has any sense, he'll ask you to be his philtata before too much longer. I'll take the blame for what happened here today. Andras will understand, once I tell him how dire my situation was. I truly had no other choice."
"Well, h
e did ask me to look out for you," Katie said, slowly.
"Exactly!" Amanda agreed, with enthusiasm.
"What's a philtata?"
"It means beloved friend in ancient Greek," Amanda explained. "The Children of Lilith use it to refer to their bonded human companions."
Philtata sounds like a pretty serious commitment, thought Katie. "And why do you think your brother will want that with me, after this?"
"Katie, we're not like regular humans," Amanda said, earnestly. "We don't generally feel sexual jealousy. And to truly flourish, we need close relationships with those special few humans who are compatible with our needs. Andras has been looking for a long time—his last lover broke his heart when she finally died after a relationship lasting decades—and I thought that you and he might suit each other."
"I—this is a lot to take in!" Katie said. "I mean, a part of me is wondering whether you put something in the orange juice."
"I understand that you'll need some time to absorb this," Amanda said, in a soothing tone. "But please don't—" She frowned. "Please give my brother a fair chance. He's really grown to care for you, and you're good for him."
She leaned over, and kissed Katie on the lips. It was a gentle kiss this time.
"And thank you for today. You are beautiful, and you're kinder and sexier than Andras deserves."
* * *
Katie spent the rest of the afternoon reliving the morning's revelations, went to bed early, and slept badly.
She dreaded having to look at her phone the next morning, and having to answer Andras' question, Are you keeping your promise to me?
To her pleasure—and guilty apprehension--when morning finally came, his text said only: Done at last! Boarding UA858...see you at breakfast tomorrow. Can't wait!
He was coming home, at last.
