Her Incubus Master (The Children of Lilith)

by Bliss Devlin

  If so, he would turn around and leave, his nagging sense of worry calmed for the moment.

  There was no sign of life within the house, beyond the gentle hum of her refrigerator.

  Then he heard a single faint sound of a creaking bedspring from upstairs, and a sigh, as if a solitary sleeper had rolled over.

  Andras looked at his slim gold wristwatch. Nearly noon, and his sister was habitually an early riser.

  Something was very wrong. And he suspected that he knew what it might be.

  Ruthlessly, he dug in his pocket for his key-ring. It held the key to his loft, his office keys, and a spare key to Amanda's house.

  He unlocked her front door and punched in the code to her burglar alarm when it beeped a thirty-second warning.

  "Sister?" he called, in the ancient Greek that had been their mother-tongue.

  No reply.

  His mouth set in a grim line, Andras headed upstairs. His steps were soundless on the thick Persian carpet that ran the length of the hallway. He approached her bedroom door, and paused to listen.

  He heard only the sound of single person breathing, slowly, shallowly.

  "Sister!" Andras called again, more softly, and pushed open her bedroom door.

  Despite the bright spring sunshine outside, her bedchamber was dark, blackout shades pulled over the large windows. The dim shape of a large antique wardrobe loomed to his left, and ahead of him he could make out the spindly legs of a century-old writing desk and lyre-backed chair.

  Against the windowless wall to his right was a large, four-poster bed of approximately the same vintage as the wardrobe. A mound of pillows and bedclothes and a betraying curve of a wing showed that his sister was huddled in bed without her glamour.

  Normally, the two of them wore their glamour day and night, lest they be surprised while sleeping.

  Andras, alarmed, strode over to the bed, and reached under the heaped comforters and quilts. He stroked the smooth surface of her wing up to her bare shoulder.

  As he had feared, Amanda's skin was cold to the touch. Even after having fed from Katie, she still felt—and looked--half-starved, her aura pale as moonlight and scarcely more substantial.

  A jolt of fear made Andras' heart hammer. It seemed that Amanda had not lied to Katie about her condition. And if Amanda was like this now, how close to complete collapse had she been before?

  At his touch, Amanda turned her tousled head, and slowly, reluctantly opened her eyes.

  "I know why you're here," she whispered. "Please don't be angry, brother. I only took one climax from your sweet little lover. Just one...I didn't think you'd be home this soon. I didn't think you'd notice..." Her voice trailed off as her eyes began to droop again.

  "Why Katie?" Andras demanded, his voice harsh with worry. "Were you that jealous of me? Did you coerce her?"

  "No!" His words made Amanda's eyes fly open. "She was aching with the need for release! I just set the stage to allow her to yield to her desire, just a little nudge when she was wavering." Amanda looked at him. "She is my friend, Andras. And she wanted to help when she sensed I was in trouble. I never meant to hurt you, and I don't think she did, either. Don't blame her...her affection for me made her gift doubly nourishing."

  "But it doesn't seem to have done you much good," Andras observed.

  His sister assayed a weak chuckle. "On Friday, I could barely maintain my glamour in public. Now...well, if I spend today resting, I might be able to make it into the office tomorrow."

  Andras stroked her tousled hair. "How—why--did you let yourself starve?"

  But even as he asked, he knew the answer. His sister had reached the crisis point for a Child of Lilith deprived of a philtatos for too long.

  She had been without a companion for longer than Andras had. With no good prospects to give her hope, Amanda had now arrived at the place where she had found Andras not long ago: depressed and apathetic and having a difficult time motivating herself to find a new philtatos or philtata.

  His sister, his twin, his best friend. Who understood him better than any living creature. She was on the verge of the fatal Decline, ready to give up and let her long, long life slip away like a fistful of sand.

  "I've always found it ironic," Amanda murmured, "how we Children of Lilith, who have a reputation as heartless sexual predators, literally wither away and die if deprived of true affection for too long."

  "Please don't give up," Andras pleaded. He gripped her shoulder, as if trying to infuse her with a will to live.

  He knew, all-too-well, how she felt. He had nearly given up after Yoshiko failed to become immortal. His sister dragging him out to meet Katie on that fateful evening that had changed everything for him.

  "There's someone out there for you. I know there is. Please don't give up, please don't leave me." He bent and kissed her cheek, his voice breaking on those last words.

  "I'll try," Amanda whispered dutifully.

  She reached for his hand, and her skin felt as cold as a corpse's.

  Andras wondered if she was just trying to appease him, and he felt sick at the thought of watching her simply fade away, growing ever colder and more lethargic, until finally she fell into the sleep from which no Child of Lilith could awaken.

  All of his previous resentment faded away as he studied his sister's weakened aura.

  Amanda was dangerously close to the final stage. Why hadn't he noticed? She had seemed much the same as always, and he had been absorbed in his new relationship. Had his sister deliberately hidden her condition from him? There was no other explanation.

  There had to be something he could do. Some way to convince his sister to keep trying, until she found someone to rekindle her interest in life, just as Katie had rekindled him.

  Katie. He laid his hand over Amanda's cold cheek. "Amanda, what would you say if I asked Katie to join us, right now? Would you be willing to feed from her again?"

  Amanda's green eyes opened at last. "I don't want to make further trouble between the two of you," she whispered.

  But he could sense her hunger, and the interest that had stirred at his suggestion. Hope flared in him—his sister was not completely lost to the sensual world, not yet.

  "Perhaps we could come to some arrangement, you and Katie and I," Andras continued, a little desperately. "Perhaps she might occasionally be your--what's the modern term?--friend with benefits."

  Amanda blinked up at him. "You would agree to that, Brother?" Her tone was disbelieving

  "The choice is Katie's, of course. But if she agrees, I would have no objection."

  To his surprise—and worry—Amanda turned away from him, and began to cry, deep tearing sobs that sounded hopeless.

  "What?" Andras asked, feeling more helpless than ever. "Why are you weeping? What have I done?"

  "I was just remembering how being with Katie made things worse. To be given affection and trust and acceptance, and to know that it was just—just temporary!"

  "I've only known Katie for a few weeks," Andras said, "but I very much doubt that her trust and affection are temporary. You've been her friend much longer than she's been my lover...have a little faith in her."

  Amanda sniffled.

  Andras took her in his arms, resting his cheek against her tousled red hair. "I'm not ready to lose you, little sister. You're the other half of my soul. Please don't give up. I know that there's someone out there for you. Have hope for just a little longer."

  As he felt Amanda sink back into lethargic sleep, he murmured their old reassurance to her, as he had through centuries of difficult times, of grief, of loss:

  "All shall be well, and all shall be well, and all manner of things shall be well..."

  * * *

  After Andras left, Katie got dressed and cleaned her kitchen. The chill from his feeding passed quickly, but the tender skin of her ass, now hot and tingling, was a constant reminder of how she had almost screwed up the best relationship she'd ever had.

  She couldn't seem to get
enough of Andras. Even his punishment had been a turn-on. Pain had never appealed to her, but for him, she would do anything. He seemed to somehow know what she needed when she didn't even know.

  Suddenly starving, she made herself a toast-and-egg sandwich and wolfed it down. Being spanked made her both horny and hungry, it seemed.

  But as she picked up the scraps of her dress from the living room carpet, she found herself questioning her sanity.

  Incubi and succubae...really?

  Her lover and her best friend were really immortal supernatural beings with wings? Had someone slipped drugs into the city water supply, and made her hallucinate the past twenty-four hours? Or was this all some kind of twisted practical joke?

  Her musings were interrupted by her cell phone blasting out Andras' ringtone. She lunged for it.

  "Hey," she said, trying to sound cool and collected.

  He sounded anything but.

  "I have a huge favor to ask," he said, sounding breathless. "It's Amanda—she's in a really bad way."

  "What's wrong?" Katie asked, instantly concerned. "Was there an accident or something?"

  "No," Andreas said. "That's where the favor comes in. Will you help her, Katie? You're the only one who can, right now."

  The light began to dawn for Katie. "Um," she said, incredulously. "By 'help her,' do you mean you want me to have sex with your sister again?"

  "Please," said Andras. His voice dropped. "I think Amanda is dying. She's been starving herself. Even if you agree to do this, I'll have to help. She's too weak."

  He stopped speaking, and for several moments, Katie heard only the quiet sound of his breathing. His stress and his worry came through the phone in intense waves.

  But Katie was still wary. "This isn't a trick question, is it? You're not trying to test me about my promise?"

  "No!" he breathed. "By all the gods, no, Katie. No tricks, no test, I swear to you. No punishment. Just please help my sister. If her friendship—and mine—mean anything to you, please...I'll cancel your punishment."

  She had never heard him so upset. He was begging her. Mr. Cool-and-Confident was begging her. Whatever was going on with Amada, it must be really bad.

  "Of course I'll do whatever I can," Katie said. "Where are you now? Should I meet you there?"

  "Yes. And, thank you, love," he said, and Katie realized that Andras' relief and gratitude were worth whatever he was going to ask her to do. He continued: "I'm at Amanda's house. Please come as soon as you can."

  "On my way," she assured him.

  8. Katie Saves a Succubus

  Katie arrived at Amanda's house a half-hour later. She was wearing a simple t-shirt and jeans, but with her nice Coupe de Foudre lingerie underneath.

  The walk, short as it was, gave her enough time to start doubting her initial impulse to agree to Andras' request. Was she really about to have sex with her lover and her best friend, at the same time?

  And would she ever be able to look Amanda in the eye again, afterwards? Or would things get weird between them, and bye-bye friendship?

  Katie's steps slowed as she approached the beautiful Victorian home. For an instant, she considered turning around and running away, but a tall shape looming behind the lace curtains in the bay window let her know she had been spotted.

  Andras practically ripped open the front door as she trudged up the steps to the porch.

  He seized her in a fierce embrace. "Thank you for coming, Katie," he said, fervently, as his arms tightened around her with painful strength.

  She managed an "Oof!" before he loosened his grip on her.

  "Sorry," he murmured, pulling her inside the house. "I don't usually forget myself like that."

  Then he pressed her up against the nearest wall and kissed her hard and very thoroughly.

  Under the relentless, sensual assault of his lips, Katie forgot her mission to save Amanda, forgot her reservations about agreeing to his request, forgot everything but the feel of his mouth moving against hers, and his deliciously-wandering hands.

  She made a sound of protest when he stopped kissing her, and stepped back. Her face felt flushed, and desire throbbed between her legs like a second pulse.

  Andras studied her for a long moment, those gorgeous green eyes of his boring into her.

  "I'm asking you to take a risk," he began. "It's a small risk, but still...:

  Katie's brain lurched reluctantly into gear. "What kind of risk?"

  "You've already allowed us to feed on you twice in these past twenty-four hours," Andras said. "What I'm asking you to do now is more than that. Would you be willing to allow yourself to be temporarily drained to revive Amanda?"

  Katie said carefully, "I want to help, you know I do. But I don't know what drained means. What would you do to me?"

  "Anything you wanted. Maybe a few things you haven't dared to want." Andras gave her one of his slow, sexy smiles, and she felt the heat go up another few degrees. "I—we—will make love to you until you literally can't take any more."

  "Will that kill me?" Could she back out now, if she didn't like the answer?

  Would he let her go?

  "Kill you? No!" Andras sounded genuinely horrified. "No, if you do this thing, you will likely be completely exhausted for three days or so. You'll just want to sleep. You'll wake up from time to time, ravenous, and then go right back to sleep once you've eaten something." He paused, and touched her cheek gently. "I'll stay with you, and take care of you. And I promise you that there won't be any lasting damage from just this one time."

  Katie considered his answer. "Is avoiding lasting damage the reason we don't see each other every night?"

  He smiled wryly. "Yes. I find it easier to resist temptation if I'm physically separated from you."

  Wow, Katie thought. No one's ever found me irresistible before. "Okay. That doesn't sound too bad."

  "I think you'll enjoy it. And you don't know how much this means to me." He kissed her again, his mouth gentle and lingering this time. "Come upstairs, love. Amanda is waiting for us."

  * * *

  "Oh my God," Katie said, staring down at the bed. It wasn't just that Amanda had reverted to her alien appearance. It was that she looked half-dead. "You look awful."

  Amanda gave a whispery chuckle. "Just what every succubus wants to hear."

  She smiled, stretching chapped lips to reveal pointed white teeth, and Katie realized that she had never seen her friend without lipstick or tinted lip gloss before.

  Amanda turned her head to look at Andras, who was hovering at Katie's shoulder. "Help me up, brother. I want to do this right."

  He moved around, and sliding his arm under Amanda's shoulders, gently raised her to a sitting position, then propped her in place with pillows.

  Amanda patted the mattress. "Please sit down, Katie."

  Katie obeyed, and felt Amanda's cold hand slide into hers. "Mmmm, you're like sunshine, Katie. So warm..."

  The green eyes closed briefly, as if Amanda were gathering her strength. Then she continued, "First, I want to apologize for my actions yesterday. I invited you over under false pretenses, and fed on you without your consent. I am truly sorry for that, and for any trouble I caused between you and my brother. That was not my intention. I was just so hungry."

  "It's okay," Katie said, hastily. "Look, it's not like I said no when we, uh, started making out. And things just kind of progressed from there..."

  Her face grew hot, and she was acutely aware of Andras, looming over the two of them like a dark angel.

  "Nevertheless," breathed Amanda. "I'd like to formally ask your permission this time. Katie, may feed from you?"

  Katie squeezed her friend's icy hand. "Yes, of course, if it'll help you. It's just—I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do."

  "Just enjoy yourself," Amanda told her. "I can see that Andras has already started warming you up. If you're willing to push your boundaries a little, I'm sure we can give you a memorable and satisfying experience."

 
Andras sat down behind Katie, and she felt his arms slide around her. His lips brushed the back of her neck, raising pleasant shivers, as he spoke. "Just hold Amanda's hand for now. I'll do all of the work until she's regained enough strength to participate."

  What followed was the strangest—and hottest—make-out session Katie had ever participated in. At first, it was just Andras kissing her, his lips teasing all of the sensitive spots on her neck, her ears, while his hands slid under her t-shirt and eased it over her head.

  Bit by bit, her jeans and fancy underwear followed, as her internal temperature rose under his skilled touch.

  Katie quickly lost track of time, but at some point, she found herself naked and stretched out on the bed, pleasantly sandwiched between Amanda and Andras.

  Amanda, who had perked up a bit, was kissing her with slow relish and a lot of tongue, while Andras devoted himself to Katie's breasts. Katie gasped with pleasure and arched as she felt his sharp teeth teasing her nipples. In response, cool fingers slid between her thighs and began to play with her clit.

  That went on for a while, as Katie gasped and squirmed in response to the tantalizing sensations. Then there were two sets of mouths fastened to her breasts, and another hand between her legs. Two sets of fingers alternately caressed and teased and penetrated her, sending her into a roaring state of arousal.

  Katie did her best to return the favor with caresses of her own, but her senses were reeling under the skilled assault, and she was quickly reduced to simply clutching at them, stroking arms and torsos and breasts at random.

  "I don't want her to climax yet," Andras said at one point, and Katie heard herself whimper in protest.

  "Say you'll obey me for this afternoon, Katie," Amanda purred. "I'm sure my brother will let me take charge, as a special treat...won't you Andras? She's so much fun to play with, and that aura of hers! I could bathe in it all day!"

  "If Katie agrees, I have no objection," Andras said, lazily tracing a spiral around Katie's belly button. He was still wearing his jeans, but Katie felt the hard pressure of his erection against her hip.

  "It's okay with me," Katie said, her head spinning and every nerve in her body crying out for more.