Succubus (For Fiendish_Babe & The Gladiator)

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Seneri’s icy blue eyes shifted uneasily from the floor to the cold, discerning eyes of her Master. She could feel his eyes on her olive skin, feel them devour her flesh. She hugged her own lean, muscular arms around her slender frame. The wispy sheer fabric of the gown she wore did little to hide her endowments. It was these that his menacing, cold eyes feasted on as he gazed down at her.

“You have failed, yet again, Seneri.” he said coolly as his hand rose, lifting the curls of her mahogany hair from her slightly hunched shoulders. His fingers laced through her hair, suddenly tightening, yanking her head back. She stared up into his face, her breath coming n ragged gasps that spilled from her in a whimper. “You disappoint me, Child!” His other hand came to her throat, searing against her delicate skin.

She cried out, the sound quickly cut off my his grip. “Please, Master.” she croaked, as tears spilled down her cheeks. “One last chance…please.” She trembled as he held her in place, his hand cupping the back of her skull.

He looked down at her, his eyes narrowed, thoughtful. “I could end your miserable existence, take you now and display to you what true torment is.” He fed off the fear in her icy eyes. “But, perhaps you can still be of use to me.” He released her, the hand in her hair relaxing, as well as the one at her throat.

She pulled in a long deep breath, falling to her knees. She pressed her face to the cold stone, her curls bouncing as she knelt, sobbing softly. “Thank you.” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Thank you.” After a long moment, still kneeling, she asked “What is your command?”

The visions that came into her mind were of a handsome young man. She watched him, sitting in a coffee shop, mug in hand. Her heart thumped painfully in her chest as she spied him. “This one?” she asked softly, meeting her Master’s eyes.

“Yes.” he stated. “You are to seduce him, he has certain attributes that I find very appealing.” A cool, toothy grin appeared on his face. Each tooth was filed into sharp points. “His life force, his energy…you are to obtain these things for me.” His grin widened further. “Do not disappoint me again, Seneri’s. There are no more chances for you.”
 
KyleBenson was unique among his family. They were all a family of psychics, all with varying tallents. But Kyle was the only one in his family to not have the gift as it were. He was also the youngest. As the youngest of 8, he was the baby, and treated as such, so with 5 mothers instead of 1 and 4 fathers, he lived a rather protected life. Not only did they protect him from the magic he had no tallent for and therefore needed protected from, but moreover they protected him from...well, everything. Kyle sighed as he stared at the screen of his laptop as he sipped his iced chai tea. He might have had blood of ancient kings running in his vains if his grandmother was to be believed. but he still had to do coursework, and he wasn't enjoying the shift from goofing off in high school to coursework at a college. Not like his coursework at his private high school had been easy by any means, but there he had people breathing down his neck to do his work. He still had his siblings and parents to push him, but now he had a lot more responsability, and in some ways it sucked.
He blew out a long sigh lifting a hand to scratch at his slightly patchy beard that was growing in and he absently made a mental note to shave later, it had been a couple of days, and stubble met his fingers as he scratched his jaw, his hazel eyes skimming over the screen rereading his paper. He was a lean young man, with the body of a runner, which he was. He could never lift weights like his older brothers, but had run cross country and track during high school. It was either that or his health nut father would make him go to the gym constantly, and he prefered the challenge of the cross country team, to running at the gym. He sighed again and wished that something more interesting would happen.
 
Seneri materialized in the back alley, behind the coffee shop. Her thick mahogany hair was pulled back into a high pony tail, the ends curling up. She wore the barista’s uniform, black form fitting slacks and a white polo tee shirt with the words Sip And Dip embroidered above her left breast. The same logo was sported on the pocket of the apron around her thin waist.

Quietly, she opened the small door that was the back entrance to the shop. She was very nervous, although she didn’t show it. This was her last chance to prove herself to her Master. If she could not, if she failed him, she would pay with her very existence. She had failed him with the young man before this one. She had, unfortunately, killed him. It was something that did happen, she was, after all succubus. Mating with her prey could not only harm them, but kill them.

She knew what he was drinking, even without seeing it. She was already inside his head. She knew everything there was to know about him. This was the fun part, the hunt, the preparation for the time when she could feed from his life force. She only hoped she would not go to far with this young man, at least not before her Master had his chance to take what he wanted from him.

She made him another iced chai tea. Then, slowly she made her way to his table. “Studying hard?” she asked him, her voice a myriad of accents, no one hinting on her true origin. He was even more handsome in person, long lean muscle, the body of a runner. She placed the tea on the table, taking the empty glass from the table. He had finished off the last drink.
 
Kyle looked up, after flipping his screen down, so she couldn't see his work. He should know better than to be trying to hack his older brother's email in public, he had a sort of guilty expression, "Yeah, its hard work." he sstammered out his hazel eyes coming up to meet hers, surprised at her beauty. He didn't recognise her, which surprised him, he came here often. "Hey, are you new?" he asked taking the tea she'd offered and taking a long drink. His mind already multitasking. HIs family was divided into psychics in magic users. This brother he was trying to hack, he suspected of practicing some form of black magic. He didn't really know about magic, but his older sister had asked him to do it. they didn't think their brother was really evil, just that he might have fallen in with the wrong group. He thought all this never even realizing the seemingly young woman in front of him was privy to all of the thoughts running through his head. She could read his irritation with being dragged into this matter of magic, when he obviously had no tallent for that, or for the psychic gifts of the other half of his family. Although he did have stronger than normal natural barriors to certain parts of his mind, like a psychic would, he seemed to have no obvious control over them, or so it would seem to a scan. He tried to be psychic, thought hard about it until he gave himself a headache, yet... it never seemed to do any good. he was still, unrelentingly normal.
 
Yes, he was an enchanting young man and why not? Hazel eyes, studying and intent on her face. Handsome rugged features, with a wisp of innocence. He was very desirable, not a bulked up jock that could crush a walnut in his fist; but long, lean muscle. Seneri felt the pull of her own attaraction to him, not something that was very common for one such as she. She should not develop an emotional attachment and usually wouldn't. But she could feel desire for this boy, a draw to him.

"New?" she looked up at the sign, as though she didn't quite comprehend exactly what he was asking her. New? No...she was not new, she appeared only 25 or 26 but her looks were very deceiving, she was more than 800 years his senior. Then the reference struck home. "Yes. I am new, here, at this coffee shop." she smiled broadly, pleased with herself for giving an appropriate answer. "I just started today. I was practicing making a few of the specality coffee's and I don't care for tea."

She curled a lock of her wavy dark hair over hear ear. "Do you attend the college?" She asked him, tilting her head to the side.
 
He was a bit confused by her hesitation in responding to his seemingly simple question but he smiled as she afirmed that she yes indeed was new. "I like tea more than coffee." Kyle said, answering her comment about his drink choice.
"Kyle." he said sticking out his hand, having no idea why he was introducing himself to someone working in a coffee shop.
 
Seneri smiled as she slipped her hand through his. Her fingers, long and slender, were well cared for, manicured and polished. Her skin was soft, as if it had been protected from the harshness of the world by white gloves her entire life. "A pleasure to meet you, Kyle." she said warmly, her icy blue eyes taking hold of his hazel ones. "I am Seneri."

She held onto his hand for a moment, the warmth of his touch radiating throughout her entire body. She was cool to the touch, but not shockingly so. With the contact still made, skin to skin was best, she gave him a vision. It was just a glimpse. But it was enough, she hoped, to cause desire to stir within him. Part of her gift was the vivid nature of her visions. It was a talent she had honed for centuries and now, had only, just begun to perfect.

Projecting the vison from her mind into his, he was given fantasy of her on her knees before him. Her shock of deep brown curls bobbing slowly and rhythmically in his lap. His own head was thrown back over a chair, his hips moving in time to her motion. A moan escaping his lips.
 
Kyle felt the softness of her hand in his. HIs own were soft for a man's, yet did have some callouses on his palms from various outdoor projects he'd worked on. He had always been attracted to hands, and she was very pretty and he found her attractive. However he was not prone to random fantasies, but he suddenly had a wopper of a fantasy about her.

His breathing actually picked up speed. He wasn't completely inexperienced, although he had never had oral sex like that, but chalked it up to the porns he'd watched. It is amazing how the human mind can explain anything away.

He suddenly realized that he was still holding her hand, much longer than a normal hand shake would have lasted. And he pulled it away. Resisting the urge to bring it to his nose, and smell more closely the soft perfume that he could smell on her, sure that his hand now smelled like her.

He found that his cheaks were red as he slowly looked away from her eyes, although it was a struggle, her blue eyes were the type that he could fall into.
 
She heard the acceleration of his breathing, she could feel the pounding of his pulse through his warm, soft hand. "I'm on a break, do you mind if I join you?" she asked him softly as his hand pulled away from hers.

Seneri wished only to please her Master. He had created her, taught her everything she knew. She loved him, as strange as that might have sounded. He was her life, everything she knew, she believed, she felt was wrapped up in him. She would follow him to the death, fight for him, do whatever she had to do to please him.

When she had killed the young man, when she had drained him completly of his life force, before her Master could have him, she had fallen from grace. For nearly 500 years she had shared his bed, now she was cast aside like rubbish. Her life held no meaning without the feel of his admiration.

The warm sun caressed her own bronze skin. The feeling of warmth was intoxicating. The rays from the sun, licking her skin, was much like the warmth that flooded her when she fed from the life force of a human. She was normally cool, chilled in fact. It was akin to the feeling one woud get when they were getting sick. That chill to the bone, where nothing can truly warm you...not boiling coffee or a deep stack of quilts. But the life force, the warmth could chase the cool away, at least for a while. Her eyes stayed locked with his. Holding him locked deep within the abyss of her blue eyes.
 
He lifted his hand to prop up his chin, just as he thought he could smell her light aluring scent on it, and almost blushed that he cared about something so... random.

He almost felt dazed looking into her eyes, so much so that he startled at her question, "Uh... yeah, you can sit with me." he said waving his hand at the two other chairs at the table, his back pack on the 4th chair. This giving her a choice to either sit across from him or beside him at the little square table. He folded his hands atop his laptop which was closed now and fumbled for something to say. "So you like coffee?" he managed to come up with, sounding lame even to his own ears.
 
She nodded graciously to him, "Thank you." Her voice was soft and melodious. She took the chair closest to him, turning her body to face him. "Coffee? No, I hate the stuff." she said with a laugh. It was a light, crisp giggle that seemed to emanate from her very soul. A soft throaty sound, fully of happiness and joy.

She closed her eyes, turning her attractive features to the sky. The warmth covered her skin in a luxurious blanket of heat. She loved the feeling, relished in heat from the warm glow of the sun. "I suppose that's a good thing, though. My boss doesn't have to worry about me eating up the profits by sampling the goods." She could tell he was nervous, but she was unsure if it was her pressence or something he was hiding.

What was it that her Master was so interested in? This young man seemed like any other, nothing spectacular, except for his eyes perhaps. His huge hazel orbs glinted with kindness and laughter. She could make out the flecks of other colors, highlighting the beauty of his eyes even further. But a good set of eyes was not extraordinary. No, there was something else, something more that her Master wanted from Kyle.

Bringing her head back up, she opened her eyes once more, smiling at him once more. She focused on him, intently. "So, like I asked before, do you go to the college?"
 
Kyle smiled down at his hands before looking back at her, getting lost in her eyes again. He felt her knee brush against his as she scooted closer to the table. "Sorry." he mumbled moving hi leg to give her more room.

He just then seemed to notice her question. "Yeah, I do go to the college. its not a bad school." he said, "My family didn't want me going out of town, some bull crap about wanting to protect their little brother." he said smiling with self depricating humor. "How about you, do you go to the university?" he asked making the small talk, his fingertips drumming nervously on the top of his closed lap top.
 
Seneri shook her head. "No." she stated casually, "I was never very good at school. The only school I ever attended was the school of hard knocks." There were quite a few college students at the coffee shop. All walks of life surrounded them, rich and poor, men and women, young and old. She did love the mortal realm, there was so much diverstiy. Not everything was black and white, like in her own darker realm.

"Protecting?" she asked with a sly smile. "Why would a strapping guy like you need protecting? Looks to me like you could take care of anything that came your way." She leaned forward, her cool hand resting lightly on his bicep, giving it a gentle, playful squeeze. She was playing flirty, although she did find him very appealing.

Seneri had know thousands of lovers in her time. Each one as different as the next, but they all had one thing in common, they had been taken in by her. But this was her way, this was what she did, this is the reason why she had been created. Her Master had taken the best parts of all his former creations and she was the fruition of all his designs. Sliding her hand down his lean, muscular arm, she pulled her hand away slowly, folding it atop her other one.
 
He laughed and blushed, "I don't know what they'd protect me from... I guess beautiful older women like you?" he quipped. Trying to lighten the mood, and divert her attention from that subject. He was not about to tell this stranger about his family's... querks.

He almost shivered at her cool touch, her touch raising goosebumps on his skin. He was surprised she touched him and somehow he wished she hadn't stopped touching him. He found he wanted her to touch him. HIs mind flashed back to the fantasy he'd generated about her, or so he thought he had created. He blushed and watched her again, watched how she moved.
 
"Well, it looks like they are failing admirably." She said with a laugh. Her voice was still soft as she spoke. "You must have women fawning all over you." she said. She carfully pushed the curls of her soft brown hair back over her ear as she looked at him.

"Besides, I can't possibly be that much older than you." she said, acting a bit offended, even though she wasn't. She winked at Kyle. "What are you 24 or 25?"
 
he laughed at her comments. "No, I don't have women all over me, I have 5 mothers and 4 fathers." he said with a laugh... Ok 2 parents, and 7 siblings." he laughed. He blushed at her compliment of sorts about his age, "No no not to suggest you look old, you just... you look like a woman not a girl, that's why I thought you were older... I mean I'm only 18." he said, "Girls my age mostly... look like girls... not as ... developed as you." he said his eyes flicking to her full breasts and then back to her face blushing and looking away shyly.
 
"Aren't you the lucky one? I don't have any siblings." She felt his gaze move for a second to her breasts. His face flushed a rosy pink color. She smiled at him, moving her hand to rest on top of his, lightly touching him. He was so warm, he seemed to radiate heat, it was a very intoxicating feeling.

She pushed another vision into his mind. This time something more sensual. Their bodies intertwined, his face pressed against her breast, listening to the rhythmic sound of her breathing, the steady rise and fall of her chest. Her finger tips were running lightly across his shoulders and his neck. Then her hand moving to caress his cheek, tilting her face toward his, stealing a soft kiss. Seneri nodded at his comment about her devlopement. "Yes. I blossomed early." she said with a small laugh.
 
He felt her hand on his and didn't move it. didn't dare. he liked her touching him, liked it a lot, but was a little frightened by that fact. He had another vision, this one more sentual, and blushed a deep red, and started to pull his hand away, some kind of warning system kicking in. Some part of his unconscious mind connected the images with the touch. Although consciously he just thought he was embarrassed. "You are...well ...uh developed." he said and flushed even brighter his free hand covering his mouth. Had he actually just said that. He wondered if she had noticed, would she call him out for his rudeness. He mentally kicked himself.

He could feel her cool hand touching his. And unbidden his own mind wondered what it would be like to feel her touch him, feel her hand on his cheak as his earlier thought had suggested, or going back to the first irrational fantasy about her, how her hand would feel... elsewhere.

God, what was wrong with him. It was like his hormones were on overload and all firing at once. How could he be so at ease around her like this, yet so nervous.
 
She checked her watch, "Damn." she muttered under her breath. Her eyes met his for a moment. "I've got to get back to work." she stretched again, reveling in the warmth of the sun. She squeezed his hand, smiling at him. "I don't normally do this, but would you like to hang out later?" she asked him.
 
He was taken off guard by her sudden and rather forward request. "Uh... yeah, ok." he said yes before he could even think about it, could change his mind. Before he could talk himself out of it. A beautiful woman had asked him out.

As she walked off he felt like he was on cloud 9 and he didn't even know why. He opened his computer and went back to work, looking up every once in a while checking to see if she was around. Absently he realized he didn't even have her phone number or anything, was she just going to find him. Silently he cursed himself for ten kinds of an idiot. And he hoped that she would come back. He silently told himself he would wait the rest of the afternoon if he had to. What was up with him. since when did he care so much about a date? Was it even a date? still he couldn't get those fantasies out of his mind.
 
Seneri watched him for a while, from a distance. She was now unseen by those around her, occuping a table near the door, she was shielding herself from all the other patrons of the coffee shop. Kyle would bend to his computer, working intently for a few moments, then lift his head, scanning the area, looking around for her. Wasn't that the first rule of being flirty? Of being the one thing he wanted but couldn't have?

She watched him for a while, studying his features, his mannerisms. He was hiding something, perhaps looking at something that he shouldn't be. He was careful to hide his screen when he thought anyone was close enough to read what he was doing. But, from her vantage point all she could see what appeared to be an email account.

She slid a napkin out of her pocket, the cafe' logo on one side, blank on the other. With a wave of her hand over the blank side, the words Seneri and the scrawl of an address and phone number. She knew that she hadn't given him these things, but it was all to leave him wanting more. Rising slowly, she waited until she was out of the direct line of sight of any mortals to reappear. She glided to his table, resting her hand lightly on his shoulder and placing the napkin on his keyboard. "I thought you might need this." she whispered softly in his ear, her breath warm around the lobe. "I will be there after six." Rising slowly, her breasts brushing against his back, she turned and reentered the coffee shop.
 
Kyle jumped at Seneri's return shivering at her touch and the feelings of her breath on his ear. He gulped, and could only nodd rapidly in thanks too stunned and surprised by her and the feelings she stirred in him to be able to say anything. He carefully folded the napkin and put it in his pocket and after a few minutes closed his computer. He couldn't figure a way into the account yet. It would take more time. He would have to tell Byron, his older brother that he had failed so far. His brother wouldn't be angry, just disappointed. He debated whether to tell his siblings of his date that night. But, with what was probably an unwise decision he decided not to, not wanting their interfearance. He sure didn't want a chaperone. It wasn't like she had asked him to have wild unprotected sex, she had asked him to "Hang out." which could have many many different meanings depending on circumstance.

Driving home Kyle took a shower, reshaved his face, putting on some aftershave and picked out a nicer clean shirt. Just a plain black t-shirt with the logo of the magic shop his family ran, selling trinkets and various tarot cards and the like, stuff to mask the real magic and psychic work that was done there.

At about 5:30, Kyle climbed into his brother's Truck he had borrowed and began to drive to Seneri's address. Unsure where it was, he drove slowly taking directions from his cell phone's navigator.
 
Her Master would be pleased. She had not only gotten the young man to agree to a date with her, but she had also gotten him to agree to be alone with her. This was not always an easy task. But was becoming easier with each passing decade. The apartment had been made ready just that afternoon, just as always. A lease had been signed under an assumed name, fake ID...no paper trail so to speak of.

Decortaing the loft had been easy enough, one could do nearly anything with magic. She had created everything with just a few incantations. Now, as she stood in the middle of the large space, examining her handy work, she was pleased with herself.

She made herself ready, light make-up accenting her beautiful features. Her light icy blue eyes were brillant and shining behind her dark black lashes. Her curly mahogany hair was flowing over her slender shoulders. She wore a light blue shirt, nearly the same shade as her eyes. Black slacks and boots, with a silver chain slung low around her shaply hips.

He would be here soon and she could actually feel herself growing excited. Walking to the window, she gazed out, the city below ebbing and flowing like the sea. Soon she would make her Master proud and happy.
 
Kyle drove into the parking lot and walked to the door, buzzing her appartment asking to be let in. He then walked up the stairs to the appartment and stood at the door, wiping his sweatting palms on his pants. Why was he so nervous.

What did she want with him, he was younger than her, just a college student. He should have asked questioned like did it have to do with his family, yet he didn't because he was blinded by a pretty face utterly flattered by her interest.
 
Slowly, she cross to the door. The black boots she wore making a soft rapping on the hardwood floor. Turning the brass knob, the door swung inward, framing Kyle in the doorway for a moment. "Hi." she said softly, her eyes moving over him. He was more handsome in the soft light of the hall than she remembered. Stepping to the side, she swept her arm wide. "Please, come in." she said as she smiled at him.
 
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