The next day, William took her out to hunt. She was a clumsy student, struggling to grasp the concept of moving stealthy or lying low. She broke almost every twig she stepped on and gave away her position quickly, sending her prey flying off to safety. Out of breath and hungry, Selena found her first day as a wolf exhausting. She doubted whether she could live the rest of her life as a wolf. But a few days later, she found herself to be a natural.
It rained relentlessly in the nights that followed. Selena had long forgotten Michael. Surely if she did the sound of the rain crashing to the ground would have awoken those memories. William watched as she frolicked in the softness of the mud below her paws. Wide reddish clouds fat with moisture, gathered across the sky, blotting out the moon light. William’s eyes glowed as they adjusted to the changing light. Selena was uninhibited, she did not care where her feet landed.
She reveled in the trashing and the noise the water made as it splashed about her paws. Her coat stuck to her skin, lying down as flat as her hair did when she was human. William remembered her hair. Born and not bitten, William could remember his days as a human. The first sixteen years of his life, he changed back and forth from wolf to human and then finally he accepted one life over the other.
As she watched her, he feared that when she learned that her condition was not as permanent as she thought. By the end of the spring she would change again, back into the human form she had forgotten about. Even though he knew that he would be right beside her as she transformed, he could not shake the sinking feeling that going back to her human form would mean that he could not be a part of her life. It would be impossible for him to be with her, not with Michael waiting back in Silent Falls.
She would quickly remember the bond they shared and he would cease to exist to her. William was sure, he was waiting. If indeed he had loved her as deeply as he thought he did, then surely he would not give up on her so easily. The moon reared its bright yellow head from behind the clouds and Selena instinctively began to howl at it. She made the mud seem so deliciously appealing. William felt compelled to join her. Selena accepted his company, pawing him playfully as he jumped beside her.
It was spring and the season called for many fruitful unions to take place. William wondered if she would allow his advances. He moved closer to her as she pressed the soft earth with her paws and licked her face. He was testing the temperature of the water. She responded warmly, licking him back. He brushed his shoulders against hers, his force unintentionally so strong that she almost tipped over. His excitement made him suddenly unaware of his strength. Selena nudged him back, gently and turned her back towards him. William was surprised at how quickly she was willing to submit.
He poised himself to mount her, but as he readied she took off. He pursued her, chasing her scent until they came to the den. The den echoed with sound of the rain pouring outside. Selena waited, shaking herself wildly to unburden her coat of the heavy water. Her fur puffed and plump, William entered the den to find her waiting for him. He shook himself free and neared her. Selena turned again, this time she had no intentions of fleeing.
She cemented her frame, tucking her tail inward and dropping her hips slightly. William could not mistake her sign for anything other than what it blatantly screamed. He buried his nose into her ass and sucked in her adoring scent. Selena howled encouragingly. If she could have spoken she would have told him to take her. But she was limited to the simple gestures her form permitted.
William reached himself up, placing his paws gently against the side of her hips, straddling them as he did. Selena felt the hankering of his sex against her hind legs as he steadied himself behind her. William poised himself and then with great precision threw his sword into her snatch. A chorus of soft howls rang out from her and the sound of the rain outside the den was overshadowed by it. William took her easily and sweetly in the warmth of the den. They mated until the rain subsided and the clouds disappeared.
As Selena lay licking her swollen quarters in the aftermath of their union, William delighted in his content with her. He was sure that their sex broke whatever bond she would have shared with Michael. Selena could not contain her hunger for him and William could not have wished for it to be any other way. He took her again and again, until she conceived. Shortly after course of mating, the haze of spring lifted and Selena sensed the onset of the change.
In Silent Falls during the most lonely of springs for Michael, he did his best to blot the memory of Selena permanently out of his mind. When he reconnected with the charming and fiercely attractive Molly, he had no intentions of taking their relationship beyond the realms of friendship. He kept her things in the attic preserved as though she would one day return and their lives would continue as it did before.
A fervent believer in destiny, he held onto the hope that fate would change their circumstance. He believed with all his heart that the day he met her bitten and scared out in the woods that it was fate that brought them together. Molly was a good listener and it was a quality he deeply admired in Selena. Michael adored the way Selena would hang on to his every word. As much as he tried to keep his distance from Molly, her endearing qualities reeled him in.
Molly Sanders knew just how much bait was needed to snag the heart of Michael Rowan. She crushed heavily on him when they were just teens. Too timid to act on her emotions at the time, Molly kept her feelings to herself and rightly so. In the years that he spent all of his energy pining over Selena, Molly had enough time to sharpen her claws. It was in those years that she discovered by accident that she had a unique curse. With very little effort on her part she started a brief romance with a young man that she had gone to high school with.
While making love, Molly developed a deadly thirst for more than just the pleasure of his sex inside her. Unable to control the force taking over her form as she rode the young man, Molly felt the stirrings of essence within her. By the time she realized what had happened, it was too late, the man had died. She soon learned to control her cravings and the way she fed, managing to take enough of her partners to sustain her without ending them.
With Selena out of the way, thanks to a delightful twist of fate, she easily worked her way into the fabric of Michael’s life. Michael came to rely heavily on Molly’s assistance in getting over his ex. Unaware of her selfish agenda Michael found that he could no longer resist the urges he stifled out of respect for Selena. It was the fact that he knew she was alive, running wild and free in the woods that made it so difficult for him to move on.
Michael was even tempted to go out and get bitten. But getting the bite was easier said than done. It was like playing a game of Russian roulette, baiting a wolf just so it could bite you. Without the survival rate of wolf encounters unbearably low, Michael knew he could not take the risk.
Molly slipped herself into the tightest dress she could find in her closet. Armed with a slice of her famous apple pie, Molly made her way over to Michael’s house. She had no intentions of making it easy for him to push her aside. Michael had just finished polishing his father’s rifle, when Molly knocked on his front door. His skin was wet from the sweat her had worked up while cleaning the gun. Pools sweat, soaked through his shirt, rendering the fabric so transparent that his crowning pecks peered temptingly through. He opened the door to view Molly in the dressed that hugged her so closely, her breasts leaked over the neckline. Michael felt his sex jerk into an instant erection.
It was a natural reaction, he thought to what was clearly meant to arouse him. There was no other plausible reason for Molly to be dressed the way she was. Like a vampire waiting for an invitation, Molly lingered in the threshold until he took inside. Casting the pie aside, he swept her up into his arms. Her dress tore as her legs parted to accommodate his width. He did not care that the door stayed open, or that they could be seen by anyone who dared to look inside as he fondled her meager frame propped against the wall.
Molly felt a euphoric sense of contentment with the way he reacted to he
r. She did not have to press or insist on anything. His skin smelled like rusted metal and gun powder, yet Molly found the unusual musk wildly addictive. She parted his long wave, ensnaring her fingers in the tangled locks.
Molly’s moans dissolved in his ears like vapors as he massaged her core. Using all of his strength, he plunged his hand down the valley of her breasts and ripped the restrictive material away from her flesh. She was bare underneath. There were no more obstacles to overcome and he could have taken her there against the wall of he so desired. As she panted, Michael jammed the bulging curve of his sex close enough to her skin that her muscles tensed.
Her nails scratched the skin of his back as she pulled his shirt over his head. His hair turned wild as his shirt came off to expose his heaving chest. There were so many facets of his adoring physic to indulge in. Molly felt suddenly overwhelmed and slightly exhausted. It was a deadly combination to have since her exhaustion only served to awaken her thirst for his essence. In this state it would be near impossible to stop from taking too much.
“Don’t kiss me” she pleaded quietly and he did quite the opposite, coating her lips with his.
She pulled away just as the force within her began to suck.
Michael kept comparing each delicate layer of her frame with the memory of Selena. She did not compare, not nearly as soft or sweet to the taste. He peeled her off the wall to lie her down on the couch. Pushing his hands under the arch of her knees, he separated her thighs so that he could consume her warmth. Filled with her juices, he ordered her to get on her knees. She obeyed, immediately undoing his zipper and wrestling out his beckoning wood. She painted her lips over his head and sucked hard.
He stole his sex from her lips, stroking it out so that it projected straight like a rod. He walked to the back of her and placing a palm to the back of her head, he pushed her down onto the ground so that she lay with her face buried and her ass tucked upwards. He sank his fingers into her, reaching deeply with and walking two of them inside her so that she whistled in exhilaration. Then he entered her.
Selena felt strange. She hadn’t expected that there would be another change. Her stomach contracted and he wondered if the baby would be able to survive the ordeal. William took his mate to the clearing, to give her the space she needed to convulse and seize back into her human form. Her skin felt as though she wore a coat of burning coal. Her broken bones pierced the dying skin as she changed. William kept to the bushes a short distance away. In her human form, he could not assist her, so he willed himself to change.
But Selena had only known William as a wolf. He was unsure as to whether she would accept his human form. She turned quickly, the transition back to human always easier than back to a wolf. Her belly swollen with the fruit of their union, Selena awoke human again cradling the rise of her stomach. The memories of her old like flooded her mind at once overwhelming her. She suddenly remembered Michael and it was as if William never existed. Selena was right back where she started from. Ignorant of the young man lying naked in the bushes a short distance away, Selena set out to find Michael.
William quickly retrieved the clothes he had set aside for her to change into after her transformation. Helpless to stop her from seeking out her former lover, William gave up his pursuit of her. With Silent Falls miles away, Selena realized that her mission could not be executed. She turned to go back in the direction she came from meeting up with the strange man whose eyes had a familiar glow about them. William introduced himself filling her in on the details she could not remember. Selena sank to the ground cradling her stomach as she did. She could not believe that she betrayed Michael so easily and even conceiving in the process. William sat beside her as she sulked considering the magnitude of her transgressions.
Molly smugly relished in her victory. She’d managed to seduce Michael and free him of the burden of loneliness. As Michael lay next to Molly, he could not help but think about Selena. He felt sickened by what he felt was a betrayal. He looked at Molly remorsefully. He wished that he could have erased the entire evening. From the moment she appeared in the dress that was too tight for even her petite frame, he should have stopped himself, but instead he let his pangs of his flesh rule his actions.
It pained him to tell her how he truly felt, but he knew it would have hurt even more if he lead her to believe that they could become more than what they were. Without spelling out that what they had some was a mistake, Michael broke Molly’s heart, with news of his conviction. Molly felt cheated. Selena had taken up such a huge portion of his life that in spite of her best efforts, she failed to sway him.
Determined to mend Selena’s broken heart and restore the happiness they once shared, William vowed to make her fall for him the way she did for Michael. It was him that saved her from the wolf that day in the woods. It had always been him that she was meant to love. Michael had somehow lay claim to his mate. If only he hadn’t been startled by the gun, he would have stayed there beside her licking the wound.
But as with all things bound to you, it must be freed in order for it to return. William convinced himself that the only way to get Selena to chose him was to set her free. Selena felt trapped by the weight of her circumstances. She had a choice to make, it was either she stayed with William and suffer her heart to love a man she barely knew or leave to find Michael. But with his child stirring within her, it complicated things.
Molly was not going to let Michael escape so easily. He was too much of a prize. Molly knew she had her work cut out for her from the start. Michael was a challenge that she was poised to accept. Molly vowed that she would erase the memory of Selena once and for all to make Michael her very own for all eternity.
He could love her, she convinced herself. All he needed was a push in the right direction. Molly satisfied herself with the truth that all things worth fighting for sometimes caused more tears to flow than smiles to erupt.
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Succubus Redemption
by
Susan Woodward
Women often wonder how men see them. I don't have to ask that question, because I know the answer. When men look at me they see the woman they most desire. That is my curse. Men never see the real me. They only see their secret fantasy. The dirty little secret they don't want the rest of the world to know about. I fulfill their every fantasy, but I'm cursed never to be loved.
I don't remember the name of the man who ruined my life. Centuries ago I caught the affections of an older man. He was the husband of the village witch. I should have known better. Truth be told I did know better, but I slept with him anyway. I was young and fancied myself to be in love. His wife placed a curse upon my immortal soul that still plagues me. I am a succubus.
It was my third visit to Taylor's dreams and unless he asked me to return it would be my last. That's one condition of the curse. I can only feed from a man three times without his permission. They don't have to know that they're giving permission, but it works just the same. Only two men have ever asked me to return. Both of them died a long time ago. I hate them. They never uttered the three words that would have set me free. Was a simple I love you too much to ask after spending decades fulfilling their secret fantasies?
“Alyssa!” I heard the moan from Taylor's lips.
Alyssa isn't my name. I can't remember my true birth name. My curse forces me to answer to whatever name the man of the moment wishes to bestow upon me.
My encounters with Taylor have been fun. He's adventurous and sensuous, and knows how to eat a girl out. I've had lots of lovers, but most men don't know the first thing about oral sex. As I travel into the world of dreams I wonder if Taylor will ask me to come back. If he's figured out how much control he has over me? By the time I slithered into Taylor's dream I was starving. If I don't have sex I'll starve to de
ath. On the surfaces it sounds good, but I'm afraid that one day I will run out of men to seduce. It's the constant battle of a succubus.
During his waking life Taylor is a college student who majors in English. He works part-time at the local deli and enjoys reading science fiction books. I'm not sure, but I believe he named me after a character from one of those books.
The Taylor I see at night is a different man. He's an internet tycoon who likes to lounge around the pool with his trophy girlfriend. I'm the trophy girlfriend.
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