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Authors: Simone Beaudelaire

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Josiah sat upright in bed, panting. The darkness of the boys' dormitory pressed in on him like a physical touch. What on earth was wrong? He felt… dirty. As though something disgusting had touched him in his dreams. He took a slow, deep breath and tried to remember. At first, the dream had been pleasant. The recurring image he'd had since early childhood. A softly touchable female figure in a soothing shade of pale rose, who glittered like sunlight on water, wrapped warm arms around him and sang. He loved those dreams, they always left him feeling great. But this time it had changed. The pink figure had turned a poisonous green and become snake-like. Cool coils, rough with scales, had replaced embracing arms, and a forked tongue had whispered scandalous suggestions in his ear before licking every inch of his body. Josiah gagged. What was wrong with him? Why had he dreamed something like that? He shuddered in disgust despite the arousal which still pounded through his body.

***

Sarahi stretched out under the orange sheet and buried her nose in the soft cotton. Twenty years since Lucien had been in this bed with her, and she still liked to pretend she could smell him there. She had hoped, after so long, her desire for him would fade and she would adjust to being alone again. She hadn't. The knowledge that her lover and her son were out there somewhere preyed on her mind constantly. She burrowed deeper under the sheets. In the evening, temperatures dropped significantly, and she was actually cold. If only Lucien was here, his warm arms around her, his big body cradling hers in the darkness as they rested, sated and happy. And Josiah. Her son was a man now, no longer a baby. She'd watched over him all these years, in his dreams. She knew he'd grown, at last, to his full height. He hadn't quite reached his father's size, but was tall by human standards, with broad shoulders, but thin and perhaps a bit gangly everywhere else. He looked more like an adolescent than an adult. This surprised her as succubae reached maturity in their early teens.

Sarahi let her eyes slide closed. She needed sleep. She couldn't afford to become exhausted, too much rested on her ability to stay sharp. And maybe in sleep she could visit Josiah again. He'd been resisting her presence in his dreams lately.

Sarahi reached out with her senses, far to the north, where winter reigned over an undulating prairie.

Bang! Bang!

Sarahi jumped from the bed.
Who could be at the door
? For one crazy second, as she crossed the tiny length of the travel trailer, she dared hope her dark warrior would be there. Hope died as the light from the dim bulb above the entrance revealed her sister Salome. Black hair wreathed the medium brown skin of her naked body. Of all her sisters, this was one of the few she trusted… a little. All were loyal to Lilith, and therefore all were suspect, but Salome had some small affection for Sarahi, and had helped keep her out of trouble a time or two. That bought her a tiny amount of leeway.

“Welcome, sister,” Sarahi said warmly, indicating the interior of her trailer.

“No time. Sarahi, you have to get out of here now. Mother knows. She knows about your baby. She knows you betrayed her. She wants your head. Do you have somewhere you can go to hide? All the succubae and drones will be after you.

Sarahi's stomach clenched. While she did not fear destruction, the death her mother would dish out to her was certain to be slow, agonizing and hideous. But where could she go? What could she do? Was there a place on earth safe from Lilith's minions? If so, she would never find it, not with all the hosts of darkness at Lilith's disposal.

Stunned, Sarahi sank to the floor. The best thing for her to do would be to end her existence herself, quickly, before they could find her. Her heart cried out at the thought. Never to see Lucien again, not even to say goodbye. Never to hold her son. Despair too deep for tears rolled over her and she wrapped her arms around her knees and rocked.

“Sarahi, stop that! You have to go!”

“Where will I go?” she asked, her voice flat and tired. “There's nowhere. It's over, Salome. Thank you for telling me. Now get out of here before she includes you in my punishment.”

“You can't just give up!” Salome urged. “You have to keep trying. Please, Sarahi. You give me so much hope!”

“Forget hope. We are damned creatures. There is no hope.”

“You mustn't say such things,” a new, fierce voice spoke from the doorway. Sarahi looked up to see the white uniform of The Assassin framed in the cheap aluminum doorway.

“I know you,” Salome said, her narrowed eyes fixed on the slender figure.

“Of course you do. I've spared your miserable existence more than once, demon.”

“Well, if you care anything for Sarahi, help me get her out of here. Do you know a place where she can hide?”

“As a matter of fact, I do. Help me lift her.”

Two sets of arms wrapped around Sarahi's torso and hauled her to her feet. Then the white-clad Assassin muttered a series of words in a language Sarahi couldn't understand and the world dissolved in a swirl of rainbow-colored light.

Chapter 14

One Month Later

Lucien stalked into the compound. He'd been gone almost two months, ferreting out a massive cell of succubae and drones in Atlantic City. The battle had been one of the most horrific he'd ever seen. Even with the combined efforts of the seven Nephilim, four young clerics, and The Assassin, it had taken everything they had to be rid of those damned snake-women. If one of the drones hadn't turned on his succubus, all might have been lost.

Miraculously, the entire group had survived the battle, but they were far from unscathed. Peter, the youngest of the clerics, had been hit hard over the head. The medics feared a concussion. They'd be keeping him overnight. Jim, a stout cleric on his last mission, had broken his arm. It was already set and bandaged, and the wiry, graying soldier wanted nothing more than to take some heavy-duty pain pills and sleep. The rest of them were all marred with bruises and scratches, many of which had required stitches. Lucien himself felt exhausted, as though he'd been bled out.

Inside the compound, the warriors were instantly on alert. Jonas pulled his sword from its sheath with a resounding ring as he scented the air, eyes narrowed in concentration. Lucien inhaled and a familiar tang touched his tongue. Like a woman, but stronger, sweeter, more intense. He knew that smell all too well. He reached for the slender blades strapped to his back. The clerics, reacting to the actions of the Nephilim, pulled their guns.

“What?” Mr. Smith asked, taking them down the hall to the conference room for a short debriefing. At least, Lucien hoped it would be short. He wanted sleep more than he wanted to talk.

“Mr. Smith,” Jonas said, placing his hand on the elder's arm, “it feels like… it can't be… is there a succubus in the compound?”

Mr. Smith sighed. “Yes, friends, there is. She came to us a month ago, begging for sanctuary. And she's been providing us with information about the hive. She isn't harming anyone.”

“What is she eating?” Lucien asked, earning him puzzled stares from Nephilim and clerics alike. Oh, that's right, he hadn't shared that bit of information with everyone. “Succubae do not seduce merely to gain power. It is how they feed,” he said succinctly.

Mr. Smith nodded. “That's right. She promised not to… seduce anyone, and thus far she has not. I have no idea how she's sustaining herself, but there have been no complaints. Try not to kill her, gentlemen. She's our best source of inside information about our enemy.”

“If you can trust her,” Jonas said, sheathing his sword grumpily. “The way I feel, she'd better stay out of my way if she wants to live.”

The others nodded in agreement and Mr. Smith opened the door of the conference room, indicating they should enter.

***

Lucien rolled over in the bathtub and groaned as the hot water hit another scrape. What was wrong with him that he was losing his focus? How long had it been since he could hold his own against a dozen succubae or drones and walk away without a scratch? Was he getting old? No. Nephilim stopped aging at around sixty years, the human equivalent of thirty or so. He should remain in his prime indefinitely unless he was killed. So what was going on?

It was like in the last… ten years, since he had been released from the monastery, he hadn't cared if he lived or died. But that was stupid. He had so much to live for. Josiah had finally reached adult size and joined the ranks of the clerics, though the eager boy seemed to have given way to a sullen, joyless young man. Lucien had no idea how to reach him. And the time he spent tracking down nests of succubae meant less time to spend with his son. He knew Josiah resented his absence, but what else could he do?

Lucien had arrived late the previous night and fallen into an exhausted slumber, only to awaken stiff and sore.

So now he was stretched out in this bath. As usual, his mind wandered to Sarahi. What was she doing? Was she still alive? He'd heard nothing one way or the other. No reason to think he would. He'd been back to her trailer several times since being released from the monastery. He never approached, just stood nearby watching over her, inhaling her fragrance on the wind. Several times she'd been joined by a strange warrior in a white uniform. Lucien ground his teeth, fiercely reminding himself that she needed to feed. But his stomach turned at the thought of her lying under another man. Year after desperate, lonely year he'd suffered in deprivation. Yet he knew what she was. He could survive forever without sex. She couldn't.

Savoring the cooling water one last moment, he rose, rivulets running down his bulging muscles, his scarred skin. Just the thought of his lady had brought him to raging, aching fullness. He considered taking care of it, but as the cold air hit him, the problem resolved quickly. He pulled on a pair of black jeans and a matching sweater, only slightly darker than his own skin, and looked in the mirror. He looked like shades of midnight brought to life. His shaved head gleamed under the glow of the light bulb above the sink. His eyes glittered. He had a new scar, one which angled across his forehead, down his nose, and cut into one cheek. It had been a nasty injury, one which had almost claimed him. A scar was not the worst possible outcome. Shrugging at his reflection, he left the bathroom, exited the Nephilim dormitory, and headed down the hallway to the council chamber. The elders would be waiting for his latest report.

***

Sarahi leaned against the door of an apartment. Inside, a couple was kissing in anticipation of making love. She could feel their rising desire. Not lust. This was different. Cleaner. There was no guilt associated with their coupling. No dirty thoughts. The woman sighed, and then giggled. Sarahi's superhuman hearing could perceive the soft rustle as they undressed. They would be embarrassed if they knew she was there. No one realized, in the month she'd been here, what she was. No one but the elder council. And they had cautiously agreed to this on the condition no one be harmed. Rather than taking a full feeding from a single couple every six weeks or so, she snacked about once a week, never taking more than the people could afford to lose. She sighed. A soft moan filtered through the door and the energy level rose. She knew them. Young and eager, they'd been married less than a year. Recently enough that they wanted to sneak off during the morning break for a private moment.

Sarahi could remember the sweetness of love. She closed her eyes and imagined herself stretched out on the bed with Lucien's beautiful body pressed on top of her. She reached out with her senses. He'd been in this place. She could smell his scent, could feel his energy. She could almost taste him. She inhaled deeply and the sense of him grew stronger… and stronger. Sarahi's eyes flew open just in time to see a tall figure striding down the hallway.

Her jaw sagged. His eyes fell on hers and he stopped in amazement.

“Sarahi?”

“Lucien.” She took a hesitant step in his direction, then stopped, too shy to move on.

“What… why… what are you doing here?”

“Hiding,” she replied, letting her auburn lashes fall over her eyes.

“From what?”

“From Mother. She found out…everything.”

He took a step towards her, close enough to touch. But he didn't touch. He looked, and she looked back.

“You are the succubus who sought sanctuary with the clerics? Am I dreaming?” he said at last.

“If you are, I'm having the same dream,” she replied.

Outside, a cloud rolled away from the sun, and the shaft of light falling through the windows illuminated a line which slanted diagonally across his face. Sarahi caught her breath. An inch deeper and he'd be dead. She reached out and trailed one hesitant finger along the ragged scar, her lip trembling, and her hand unsteady.

At last he moved, faster than even her eyes could perceive, enfolding her in his arms and lowering his mouth to hers for a kiss of devastating power. He kissed her so hard it hurt, his lips mashing hers. She threw her arms around his neck and all but strangled him.

“Oh, my love,” he murmured against her mouth.

“Lucien. How I've missed you.”

From around the corner, soft footsteps approached.

“Come on, darling,” she said, slipping from his embrace and taking his hand. Like children they ran down the hallway to her room. Well, really, it was an unused storage closet. Most adults shared, but no one wanted to bunk with a succubus. So they'd cleaned out this windowless 10 by 12 foot space and tossed a twin bed in it. And it was to that bed which Sarahi led her lover. They tumbled to the mattress, making the springs whine in protest. There was no room to lie side by side, so Sarahi pushed Lucien to his back and straddled him, her long skirt bunching up over her thighs. She took his face in her hands and lowered her lips to his again. This time the kiss was less painful, though no less intense. Twenty years of separation flowed between them.

“I love you,” she whispered.

“And I you,” he agreed, lifting her loose white blouse over her head. His hands went to her hips, holding her still and upright on his belly. Her soft pale skin blushed with desire. She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, baring her luscious breasts to his gaze, to his touch. This time he didn't need to be urged. He grasped one full mound in each hand. Then he urged her down over him again so he could suckle her.

“Ahhh,” Sarahi sighed as his clean, fresh-tasting desire flowed through her, filling her belly and moistening her sex at the same time. She tried to reach between their bodies and unfasten his jeans, but couldn't.

“Let me up, love,” she urged.

“What? Why?” His voice was dark with desire.

“I want you naked. Show me that beautiful body, Lucien.”

He released her and she rose, opening the tie of her skirt so the fabric pooled around her feet. In a pair of lace panties she watched as Lucien stood and stripped off his shirt and jeans. He held out one hand to her and she stepped close. He enfolded her in his arms. Sarahi felt safe for the first time in twenty years. This time when she slipped her arms around his neck and drew him down, it was for a delicate, sophisticated kiss.

How long they stood mostly nude in each other's arms, neither was sure, but they took their time savoring the moment.

At last Sarahi could wait no longer. Her hunger was sated, but her desire was flaring out of control.

“Now, Lucien. I need you now!” she begged.

“Yes, love, I know.” His hands went to her waist, skimming the scrap of lace to the floor and leading her back to the bed. She urged him down and straddled his narrow hips. There was just enough clearance on either side of him for her knees. He guided her, one hand on her hip, the other holding his erection into position, and she sank down, taking him deep.

“Oh! Oh!” she gasped, her head falling back. Her sunset hair swept his legs. He still, always, filled her like no other. And now he was urging her to move, to ride him. She took over the movements, thrusting her body over his massive shaft. His hands went back to her breasts, toying with her nipples, pinching gently.

Reunion sex, she reflected in the tiny part of her brain which was still functioning rationally, was bound to be quick. And this time was no exception. Already her body was clenching on the brink of orgasm. She wanted it, but not yet… no, not yet…

“Oh yes!” she wailed as pleasure wracked her. Her body writhed, sinuous and serpentine as pleasure rolled over her. Lucien grasped her, stilling her wild movements so he could drive up into her repeatedly. Each hard thrust brought her a new wave of exquisite spasms, and he held her still and made her take it all, every thrust, every inch, until her wails of ecstasy fractured into whimpering sobs.

Lucien drove deep once more and froze, groaning. Sarahi felt the flood of burning liquid in her core. They remained, trapped at the apex of pleasure, for a long moment. And then, at last, their bodies relaxed slowly until Sarahi was lying on Lucien's chest, her head on his shoulder, his big hands on her back.

With the release of sexual tension came the release of self-control as well, and Sarahi's misery of the last two decades expressed itself in a flood of tears. Lucien stroked her hair as she wept on his shoulder. His hands felt so good on her. She had forgotten how good. But now she was remembering; now she felt alive again. She savored his soft kiss on the top of her head.

“I love you, Lucien,” she sniffled.

“And I love you, Sarahi.”

“Never leave me again.”

“As long as there is breath in my body, I will not. And that is a vow I shall never break.”

Sarahi smiled through her tears.

Lucien's erection had softened inside her, but her needy body was far from finished with him. When he moved as though to withdraw from her, she placed her hand on the center of his chest and sent him a little pulse of energy. Instantly, his sex thickened to throbbing life. He groaned.

“How did you do that?” he asked her.

“Succubus,” she replied with a flirtatious wink. He drew her down for a kiss, then stood, still sheathed inside her, and reversed their directions, bearing her down onto the mattress. Sarahi looped her legs over his elbows, presenting herself to him for another deep, thorough loving which left them both panting and sated.

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