didn’t try to deny it.
"Yes."
"Why didn’t you kill me,
Lucien, when we met? You should have."
"I couldn’t, Sarahi.
You’re not like the others."
"How could you know that from
such a brief conversation?"
"I knew before you opened your
mouth. It’s your aura, love. It’s so beautiful. No one evil would
have such a lovely pink aura. Evil makes it black, but yours isn’t even
purple. It shines like the sunset. I could never kill such a beautiful
soul."
His lips met hers. They kissed for
endless moments, and at last Sarahi’s appetite was satisfied. She was
full to overflowing long before he lifted her simple cotton sundress over her
head, lowered her to the ground, and covered her with his body.
By the time his hands went to her
breasts, lifting the heavy globes to taste and pleasure her aching nipples, the
only hunger she felt was her own desire for her lover. She traced her fingers
over the smoothness of his shaven skull, down the back of his neck, between his
powerful shoulder blades.
***
Lucien shivered as her skillful
fingers tickled and aroused him. This time he wanted more. He’d spent
more time than he should have over the last six weeks observing the men who
were drawn to succubae, wanting to learn what they knew so he could use it on
his own beloved.
He trailed his lips down the center
of her body, kissing her belly, dipping lower. Sarahi moaned and parted her
thighs so he could move lower yet, kissing the scarlet curls, parting them with
his tongue, tasting the lush aroused wetness of her intimate folds. He found
the swollen center of her pleasure and worked it with delicate precision,
bringing her to a hard, shrieking climax.
Sarahi clawed at the earth as her
pleasure washed over her. Her whimpers of delight nearly shattered his will. It
was time for him to be insider her again. He ran one last thorough lick over
her heated flesh before working his way back up the midline of her body,
pausing a moment over her belly as though listening to some unknown sound,
before shrugging, moving on. At last he was on top of her. She twined her legs
around his hips and urged him closer.
He needed no further instruction. He
knew just where she wanted him, where he wanted to be, and he entered,
filling her completely. Her nails clawed his back as he pulled and thrust into
her tight, clenching flesh. Another, wilder peak broke over her, and she
wailed, the sound of her ecstatic cries carrying on the desert wind as he
pounded into her until his own climax took him.
Heart thundering, Lucien withdrew
from Sarahi’s body and rolled them onto their sides. He looked into the
beautiful green eyes of his beloved. She sighed with satisfaction.
"Is everything all right,
love?" he asked her.
"It is now," she
replied, her voice slow and sinuous as she trailed her fingers over his heated
flesh, "but next time you need to go, love, please tell me. I
didn’t know where you were. I thought you had left me."
"I could never leave
you."
"Then all is well." She
pressed her lips to his shoulder.
"Are you certain?"
"Why do you ask?"
He cupped her belly.
"Something felt strange here."
"Well, I have been unusually
hungry."
"Oh." He glanced away,
trying not to think about how she must have satisfied her hunger in his
absence.
"But I didn’t feed. I
couldn’t. I only wanted you."
He looked at her, confused.
"What does that mean?"
"I have no idea. I worried I
might be losing control of myself, but that should take months."
"Lie back."
Sarahi rolled onto her back and
Lucien pressed his ear to her belly. His eyes narrowed. "Love, can
succubae conceive?"
"Not that I’m aware of.
Only mother is strong enough for that."
"Mother?"
"Lilith."
"Ah, yes. I recall. Sarahi,
there is something alive inside you."
Her delicately arched brows drew
together. "What?"
"If you were human, I would
say you were with child."
"No succubus has ever
conceived a child."
"Nonetheless, I believe that
you have."
"It cannot be."
"Feel