Succubus (For Fiendish_Babe & The Gladiator)

[The_gladiator]

He entered quickly, his eyes taking her in, but trying not to stare at her too long, not wanting to offend her. She was very beautiful, even more than he remembered. The light and shadow of the dim room seemed to play over her luminescent skin, making her almost seem to glow. He folded his hands together nervously, not sure what to do with them. "Uh... hi." was all he could think to say, looking around the room. "Nice appartment." he added, struggling to get a conversation started.

 

[Fiendish_Babe]

"Thank you." she said as she closed and quietly locked the door behind him. She wondered if he would notice, if it would frighten him. "I hope you don't mind, but I took the liberty of making us some dinner." Taking his hand, she lead him to the dining table. It was a small cafe table, with two wroght iron chairs on either side. Two plates filled with spaghetti and meatballs, along with salad and breadsticks filled the small table.

She laid her head on his shoulder, giving his hand a squeeze. "My grandmother's recipe." She said, her voice soft and sweet. She released his hand, taking the chair to the right. She held her hand out to the empty chair, smiling up at him. "Please, sit."

 

[The_gladiator]

Kyle was looking around the room and did not see her lock the door, even if he had he might not have been too surprised this wasn't the best neighborhood in town.

He again enjoyed her touch, finding himself remembering the fantasies of earlier as they came unbidden to him again, just her light touch causing him to blush. He squeazed her hand and sat down at the table. "Wow, you didn't need to go to all this trouble just for me." Kyle said, "I'm not that special." he said shyly.

 

[Fiendish_Babe]

"Oh, it's no trouble at all, Kyle." she said with a glance at the food. She had made it from scratch, the magic helped. Reaching across the table, she took his hand, letting her power once again flow into him. The vision of her bent over the table, his hard cock sliding into her quivering pussy. So vivid was the fantasy she gave him, she was sure he could feel the moisutre of her excited sex sliding over his hard shaft. "And you're very special." she said as her hand moved slowly away from his.

A pitcher of ice tea with lemon slices sat on the table. "Tea?" she asked as she poured him a glass. Her glass was filled, already with water. She put the pitcher down again, lifting her fork. "I'm not nearly the good my grand ma-ma was, you see. But I love to try."

 

[The_gladiator]

He found himself having another vision as she touched him this time of her bent over the table. This time it aroused his mental suspicion. Was he finally picking up the tallent for empathy that many in his family showed. He actually pulled his hand back this time embarrassed and a bit frightened by this prospect, not sure how to handle it. Was she having such thoughts about him? Why was he having such visions when he had little experience, he had to have some kind of wicked vivid imagination to have such detail of an intimate act he'd really never experienced.
Was this precognition maybe? Were these things to happen to him? He seemed quite uncomfortable and shifted in his chair. The image had left him hard and needy, for how could it not, although not quite as hard as the image of her pleasing him with her mouth. He noted that it only seemed to happen when he touched her, yet not every time he touched her. He started to make connections, whas there something supernatural about her?Is that why he felt so drawn to touch her?" he sighed softly and shaking his head cleared it of thoughts.

He graciously accepted the glass of tea, sipping it. Before he picked up his fork to begin eating. Still shaken by everything, all this thoughts, the implications.

 

[Fiendish_Babe]

She could feel the tension sliding off of him now. "Are you okay?" she asked him, wiping her mouth with a napkin. Perhaps she had gone to far. She took a sip of her water, cocking her head to the side, a look of concern on her face. "It tastes alright doesn't it?" Putting her napkin back into her lap, she took his hand again, this time only giving him compassion and comfort in that touch.

She was good at being whatever her intended target needed her to be. She could be sweet, kind, innocent. She could be dark, daring and assertive...whatever fantasy her prey had, she could be that. In Kyle she saw a young man that wanted to be on his own, but still sought a safe harbor.

 

[The_gladiator]

Kyle blushed and shook his head, "No no, I'm fine." he said trying to put his confident easygoing face back on.

Kyle had always been someone who pretended to be strong and indipendent even when he wasn't and hid that other side to him save from those he felt safest. In his confusion some of his emotions had shown on his face and he worked to shut them away again.

"No, no, its very good." he assured her, and indeed it was, although until that moment he hadn't really taken the time to taste it, eating out of habbit, lost in his thoughts.

 

[Fiendish_Babe]

Seneri nodded, returning her attention to the food. They ate in silence for a few moments. She was plotting her next few steps, what she would do. She still couldn't figure why this particular young man was of such interest to her Master. He seemed quite ordinary. Why would this one be so special?

"So." Seneri said, her voice soft and melodic as she spoke. Her eyes met his, holding them for a moment. "Tell me more about yourself, Kyle. What are you studying? Do you have a job?" she took a bite of the salad, the flavors mingling together in her mouth.

 

[The_gladiator]

He seemed to consider, "Well what would you like to know?" he inquired. He shrugged, "I ame studying business and social psychology... but I'm better at the business aspect." he said, "Which meant he still didn't understand people as well as he should being a psych major, "I also love computers..." he said shrugging. "What about you what are you interested in?

 

[Fiendish_Babe]

"I love to read, I love art." she said matter of factly and these things were the truth about herself. She had always loved fine art, loved sculptures, loved old museums. Truth was, it was one of the things in her life that brought her unadulterated joy. She could sit for hours and absorb herself in art. It gave her pleasure to see a Renoir or a Picasso, to feel the message the artist was attempting to convey with a few brush strokes. Reading was another passion of hers. She craved knowledge, sucked it up like a sponge in water.

"I just had a hard time sitting in one place as a child...what's it called, ADHD? Anyway, I was fidgety. And my family moved quite a bit, so I never did very well in school." she told him, eating and drinking with this young man, conversing with him as if he were an old friend. "What of your family?" she asked with interest.

 

[The_gladiator]

He listened, "I'm passionate about music." he responded to her description of her love for art.
"I know what you mean about the ADHD thing, I mean I don't have it, but with having 7 siblings, 8 of us all together, well... when you get us together, its hard to stay focused usually."
His thoughts illistrated because they could never agree on whether something dealt with magic or the powers of the mind, they could never agree which was better. And, Kyle was at the bottom, the one family member without psionic or magical tallents.

"This spaghettiis good!" he complimented her after taking a large bite, not changing the subject per sae but just wanting to compliment this wonderful woman, who had taken the time to make him this lovely meal.

 

[Fiendish_Babe]

She smiled as she watched him enjoy the food. It was always nice to see a man with a healthy appetite. "Thank you." she said as she finished the last bite of her food. "You're family sounds huge! You're the baby, aren't you?"

"I don't have any siblings." she told him stacking her empty dishes. She looked at him across the table, struck again by his beautiful eyes. He was very handsome, easy to talk to, sweet and seemed to be kind. Part of her found him very attractive.

 

[The_gladiator]

He nodded, "Yeah I'm the youngest." he said stacking his dishes too for her as he stood up. "I can't even imagine how....boring and quiet it would have been with no siblings." he said smiling at her. He felt comfortable around her, and was surprised at that, gone for the moment were his disturbing thoughts of earlier.

 

[Fiendish_Babe]

Taking the dirty dishes from him, she slipped around the corner and deposited them into the dishwasher. A low bar separated the two rooms as she spoke. "It was very quiet, but I had my mother and my father, for a while. He passed when I was young." Her eyes took a wistful gaze, as if she were seeing through time, seeing through the years to a time when her father was still alive. It was a practiced look, she had never been young, had never had a true father. The only father she had ever known was her Master.

Seneri washed her hands, drying them on a dishtowel. "Would you care for some dessert?" she asked him. "Or some more to drink?" She enjoyed being in the mortal realm. She loved being with actual people with emotions, life and vitality. For a moment, she considered what it would be like to be mortal, to have real emotions, not the made up happy/smile, sad/frown, mad/glower emotions that she had practiced for centuries.

What would it feel like to be in love? To be touched and feel more than just desired? She had never had that, never known what real love was. Seneri was owned, she knew that, accepted that fact. Her Master had created her for the sole purpose of obtaining the life force of those that he wanted. She was nothing more than a vase, a vessel that was placed upon a pedestal, looked beautiful and was empty inside.

 

[The_gladiator]

He stepped into the kitchen and awkwardly layed his hand on her arm offering silent comfort when she mentioned her father passing. He didn't know what made him do it but it felt right.

When she spoke he shrugged, "If you have dessert made of course I'll take some, but I don't want to trouble you if you haven't." he assured her letting his hand slip back to his side. Slightly embarrassed at his action.

 

[Fiendish_Babe]

"Brownies A'La Mode." she said with a smile. She removed a pan of brownies from the oven, still warm. Large walnut scattered over the top. "Do you want to grab the ice cream?" she asked, pointing toward the freezer. Retrieving two plates from the cabinet, she cut two large brownies from the pan. The aroma wafted through the small kitchen as she placed them on the plate. She looked at him, waiting for the ice cream.

 

[The_gladiator]

He quickly did as she asked his mouth watering at the sight and scent of the brownies. He got it out and handed the ice cream over. "You went all out..." he said, "I don't deserve all this..." he said curious as to why a complete stranger would go so far out of her way to make everything so special for him. She hadn't asked and yet earlier that day it seemed that he had been thinking that he hadn't had spaghetti in a while and it sounded good, and the brownies with ice cream was one of his favorite desserts. "Are you psychic or something?" he said with a laugh, "You just made my favorite, is anyone honestly that lucky?" he asked. of course he wouldn't really be surprised to learn she was indeed psychic, afterall he did live with quite a few of them.

 

[Fiendish_Babe]

She gave him a nervous laugh. No, she wasn't psychic, but she was supernatural. She knew everything about him. It was not reading his mind that had given her the knowledge of his favorite things, it was more an intuition. "No, of course not. Are you?" she laughed again as she carried the plates back to the table.

She gave him another gentle smile. She wanted him to feel at ease, feel a connection with her so that he would be more likely to couple with her. Over the centuries this task had grown easier. Having sex on the first date was no longer a taboo, but more or less the norm of the day. Taking her chair once more, she smiled at him.

 

[The_gladiator]

He gave her a funny look at her question and then laughed blowing it off, "No sadly I'm not, Sometimes I think things would be easier if I was." did that sound normal enough?

He went and sat down across from her, "Well even if you aren't psychic, then you have to be really damned lucky, to guess all my favorites." he said with a laugh... "Do you know my shoe size too?" he teased, trying to interject a note of playfulness back into this date, which to him was a bit overwelming, so unexpected was it.