Betrayal of the Succubi
Chapter 3 – A Feminine Touch
The next night found Calyndi in another dark alleyway, watching as the denizens of the city’s club and bar dwellers made their way home, usually disappointed in their goals of finding someone to take with them. Calyndi had eaten well the night before, and only needed a decent snack to sustain her now, but she was ready to search for more than just the feelings that she would feed upon. The need coursing through her sex was far more motivation than any other urge she might feel, and so she waited in the alleyway for the perfect prey for her to lure into her trap.
Peering from her vantage point, she heard shoes clicking on the pavement of the brightly lit street. But these weren’t the clicks of heavy, masculine shoes. These were the sharp, staccato clicks of a pair of high heels. And as the woman rounded the corner into Calyndi’s plain view, the owner of those heels proved to not only be alone, but stunning as well. She had short, dark hair, cut into a stylish pixie that gave her a girlish charm despite her tall, lithe frame. Her clothing was suited to the club that she was probably returning from, but wasn’t the overly revealing or flashy attire that Calyndi had learned was a sign of a shallow and bland emotional morsel.
No, this woman had substance. It was clear in the intelligent glint in her eye, and the strong, confident gate of her walk. She didn’t move through the street pushing her breasts towards those before her, desperate for their attention – she carried herself with sensuality that originated in a deep and meaningful soul – a soul ripe with feeling that would bear the complexity of the finest wine. For beneath the subtle eroticism and confidence that this woman gave off, Calyndi could nonetheless sense a deep sadness, and a mounting frustration. Tasting of this woman would be a rewarding, complex experience. Calyndi felt her mouth watering slightly as she sized the woman up.
But her mouth wasn’t the only part of her becoming wet. She could feel her sex pulsing with its need, knowing that this woman just might be the perfect solution. She would not be nearly as easy a conquest as the men that Calyndi often seduced, but if she were successful Calyndi was confident that this woman would bring an intensity to her love-making, as well as a sense of reciprocity, that the succubus had been missing for far too long in her many lovers. This woman, Calyndi desperately hoped, would match Calyndi’s own otherworldly prowess in matters of passion, sensuality, and eroticism.
But first, Calyndi had to entice her.
She started with a conspiratorial whisper as she stepped ever so slightly out of the shadows.
“Rough night tonight?” Calyndi let her voice sound friendly, but still dripping with sensuality.
The woman turned towards her, clearly expecting someone begging for some change, but gasped when she took in the sight of Calyndi softly bathed in both light and shadow. It didn’t matter their gender, Calyndi knew that her body and delicately beautiful face could grab the attention of anyone lucky enough to glimpse her, and this woman was no exception.
Letting the woman gaze upon her body, Calyndi continued to question her.
“Didn’t find what you were looking for in the city’s nightlife?”
“No. You know how it is.” Hearing the woman’s voice for the first time, Calyndi felt goose bumps rise over her skin, for this woman spoke with a husky sensuality that could rival her own.
“Yes, I do. I’ve been searching for something myself – something very hard to find.”
“Well, with a body like yours, I’d think you wouldn’t have much trouble…” the woman cut herself off and blushed deeply, realizing that she had been staring.
“Mmmmm, I think you know plenty about that yourself. But it’s not attracting men that frustrates you and I, is it? It’s what comes next.”
The woman’s eyes had strayed to Calyndi’s body once again. The next step was merely to draw her gaze to Calyndi’s large expressive eyes; making the woman see in her a sister, filled with the same unfulfilled and frustrated urges that came with wandering the city at night, dwelling in a place so filled with men who were unable to care, nurture, and love. As the woman’s eyes locked onto Calyndi’s, the succubus drew from the well of magic within her, letting her eyes take on an unnatural light – a light that shone brightly within the mind of the beautiful woman who had wandered across Calyndi’s path.
“Yes,” she whispered, “look into my eyes… look… and relax… I’m not going to hurt you…”
She could see the woman letting her guard down, wanting so badly to trust in this strange, green-haired woman who had suddenly spoken to her. Calyndi continued to push her thoughts into the woman’s mind – not wanting to go too far; still interested in the eroticism of the seduction and the thrill of the chase.
“Listen to me… as I will listen to you… we have much to share… many feelings to reveal…”
“Yes…” even without Calyndi’s hypnotic eyes, this woman would probably have been drawn to her, but now she was helpless to resist. Calyndi beckoned to her, letting her lips spread into a warm, yet playful smile – all the while keeping the woman’s gaze locked with her own.
“Come to me… let go with me… we can let go… together…”
The woman was walking forward now, her legs seeming to move of their own accord as her eyes took on a glazed yet eager look. Calyndi continued her calm, soothing overture.
“You’ve had a long night… one of many… it’s so hard to find someone to connect to… so hard to find someone who… understands…”
“Yes…” again, the woman’s sultry voice had a powerful effect on Calyndi, even as her own voice coaxed the woman closer.
“I understand… just relax… trust me… and we can find what we seek… together…”
The woman was now standing just before Calyndi, her eyes seeming to well with tears, her lips quivering.
“You may find parts of me… unusual… but that doesn’t matter… that doesn’t make me untrustworthy…”
With that comment, Calyndi pushed a bit harder into the woman’s mind – after all, convincing her to ignore the large black wings that sprouted from Calyndi’s back would otherwise represent quite a challenge.
Once she was sure that that last command had lodged deep within the woman’s mind, she pulled her forward into a deep, warm, and soothing embrace, breaking eye contact and letting the woman’s thoughts be her own once again.
The unexpected tenderness of Calyndi’s action as she hugged the woman gently to her seemed to unlock something, and the woman’s eyes spilled their tears. Calyndi waited as quiet sobs escaped the woman’s throat, and simply held her, letting the burdensome sadness exit her body only to hover in the air around them. Calyndi considered sipping from those emotions, but she was determined to wait – the complexity of flavors that would follow were worth a little restraint now.
Rather than feed, Calyndi formed her large wings into a cocoon, wrapping them loosely around herself and the woman in her arms – encasing them in a bubble that blocked out the rest of the world even as Calyndi slowly, subtly drew them both further into the alley; away from the light. But the woman didn’t notice. Pulling back, she only noticed that she and Calyndi were now somehow alone in a dark shell, illuminated by a magical light whose source was impossible to determine. Calyndi could feel the woman relax as she came to feel sheltered – protected.
Calyndi didn’t speak. The warmth of her body and the trust that her words and her magical gaze had inspired would be enough to lure the woman into opening herself completely, giving herself to Calyndi in ways that she would only fully understand when Calyndi decided to take the next steps. The two women remained like this for some time – simply staring into each other’s eyes, the beautiful woman coming to trust Calyndi more and more, not because of her magic, but because of a desperate need to escape the loneliness and sanitized intimacies of the city.
Then, when the woman had given in to Calyndi’s power; had become completely vulnerable to Calyndi’s influence, the succubus leaned forward and gave her a soft, gentle kiss on the cheek. As she did so, she tasted tears, and she let them dance upon her lips like a salty appetizer. The kiss lingered as Calyndi waited for the woman’s initial shock at her forwardness to dissolve into the feelings of safety and closeness that coursed through her mind. And then, Calyndi reached to the woman’s face and turned her head slowly – so slowly that the woman couldn’t quite be sure if Calyndi was guiding her, of if she were acting of her own accord – until their lips met. As their lips touched, Calyndi could smell the emotion flowing out of the woman – a mouth-watering aroma of sadness and affection that was so tempting.
But Calyndi resisted, knowing that there was a larger feast of emotion in her near future and, she hoped, a feast of passion as well. Instead of feeding now, she simply enjoyed the kiss, letting her tongue play with her partner’s, waiting until the woman’s small gasps for air had the tint of a subtle whine or a longing moan. Then, she slowly, sensually, undressed the woman; delighting in her curves; caressing her skin; letting her lips trail along the quivering, naked flesh. It had been so long since she’d been with a woman that Calyndi had forgotten how much she enjoyed the female body – it’s softness, and the smooth, graceful curves. She let her hands trace over the woman’s lovely, pert breasts, and let her lips caress the tight, puckered nipples.
Her own clothing simply dissolved from her body, leaving her open to the gaze and the touch of the woman that she was seducing. At first, she reached for the woman’s hand, drawing it to her own breasts and letting the woman explore Calyndi’s body. It didn’t take much coaxing before the woman was reaching for Calyndi without any prompting, and the succubus reveled in the touch, letting the subtle, unsure fingers play along her skin; drawing feeling out of her far more effectively than the rough, insistent hands that she had experienced so often lately. Calyndi’s sex was wet with her desire, and she knew that this beautiful woman was similarly aroused.
But Calyndi still held off. She continued to caress the beautiful body before her, while also luxuriating in the caresses of her own body that were driving her wild with desire. Finally, unable to resist any further and knowing that the other woman was beside herself with need, Calyndi pulled their bodies together, pressing their sexes into sensual, erotic contact. Scissoring their legs together, both women began grinding their lust against each other, letting their moans echo in the cocoon that Calyndi still formed around them with her wings. Calyndi could feel her nipples throbbing with desire as her sex flooded her body with sensitivity and passion. The wetness of their sexes quickly blended, making their skin slick, allowing them to thrash against each other more aggressively, and with greater force.
Calyndi looked deeply into the woman’s eyes as she finally allowed herself to feed – sipping carefully at the emotion that swelled around her. She only wished to take a bit, enjoying it as though she were a connoisseur and allowing the woman to still have a surplus of her own emotion, ready to spill from her at any moment as Calyndi’s actions drove her closer and closer to sexual release.
At the very moment that the taste of this woman’s emotions touched her tongue, Calyndi heard the woman cry out with a deep and hungry moan and her body began to shake and spasm in Calyndi’s arms. The woman’s whole being seeing to quake with climax as the rush of her release swept over her. Only Calyndi’s strong arms wrapped around her kept her from simply collapsing to the street as her muscles became incapable of doing anything but experience pleasure. This orgasmic rush of lust mixed with the woman’s feelings, adding new hints of sweetness to the taste that suddenly flooded Calyndi’s mouth.
But even with all of that sweetness, the taste that touched Calyndi’s tongue was still too salty to enjoy. Taking what little sustenance she needed to be full for the night, Calyndi pulled her head back and looked at the woman who was still lost in the throes of her passion. The woman’s beautiful face was masked with a deep and overwhelming look of ecstasy. But it was also covered with large, meaningful tears. Calyndi’s heart sank as the true depth of this woman’s sadness, which she had tasted only moments before, was visually evident before her.
Cursing the men who had inevitably let the woman down, Calyndi withdrew her wings and lowered the quivering, sobbing mass of emotion in her arms to the cold pavement below them. Calyndi knew that this woman would provide her with no relief of her own – her wounds were too deep, her frustrations too overwhelming, and now that she had achieved such powerful, intense relief at Calyndi’s hand, the emotions were spilling out of her in a torrent that had rendered her helpless and unable to think of the woman who had just given her pleasure. No, Calyndi thought in dismay, this woman had just released parts of herself so deep and so painful that she would be unable to think of reciprocating.
For a few moments, her own body trembling with sexual frustration, Calyndi looked down at the woman who now lay in the street, her body wracked with tears as years of loneliness poured out of her. She considered doing the woman a favor and draining her emotions, but they tasted far too much of the salty sadness for Calyndi to be willing to partake of them, and she suspected that this woman needed to feel these emotions if she was ever to get past them.
No, Calyndi thought, the best that she could do was to cast a protective spell over the woman, ensuring that no one would find her lying in the alley while she slowly got a hold of herself. Once she had cast the spell, Calyndi took to the sky, flying toward the tall building with the large stone gargoyles that she had made into her personal space of reflection. All the while, her body continued to quiver with a sexual tension that threatened to drive her mad.
As she flew above the city, she could see, just a little way in the distance, the deep, inky blackness that marked the graveyard where Devin dwelt…