Elliott Kay - Good Intentions

Alex didn’t know what to say. He just stared. Her eyes danced with amusement. Her voice alone was entrancing, and just standing there talking with her gave him the stiffest hard-on of his life-and he wasn’t even looking below her smudged-up face.

“How may I serve, master? I’m sorry,” she corrected, “Alex?”

“Let’s just… uh… go inside.” Alex tried to be subtle in adjusting his pants as he walked.

He failed. Lorelei saw, and was pleased.

Inside, they found the living room light had been left on. The townhouse lay quiet. His mother had to be asleep. Alex led Lorelei up the stairs, which she ascended with mild curiosity as she looked around. His mother had done relatively well in the corporate world, but the realities of single-parenting had made them a more or less middle class family. Alex led her into his bedroom and shut the door.

“You need not be so careful,” Lorelei said casually. “As you wished, I am covering our sounds. I need only whisper into your mother’s bedroom to ensure she will sleep soundly through the night. You can relax.”

Alex sighed, dropping his backpack and helmet on his relatively bare desk. “Thank you. I’m pretty tired, I guess. I just need a shower.”

“As do I,” she responded. A more experienced man would have recognized the invitation. Overwhelmed as he was, Alex didn’t discern any difference from every other smoldering hot word coming out of her mouth. The hint shot right past him.

“Okay. Well, there are two showers; I suppose you could use mine and I’ll just use Mom’s. I can keep it quick so you don’t run out of hot water. I guess I’m gonna have to get you some clothes?”

Lorelei cocked her head to one side curiously. It had the effect of raising the hair that dangled over her right breast, revealing more of the curve and giving Alex’s already thumping heart an extra beat. As if taunting and teasing just happened automatically for Lorelei, though, it wasn’t fully uncovered. “That would be wise. Or, if you wish me to be seen in public, I can create the illusion of whatever clothes you like for others while you will see me as I am. I am perfectly at ease in the nude, but if it makes you uncomfortable…?”

A dozen replies tried to come out of Alex’s mouth at once, but jammed up until all he got out was, “Whatever’s comfortable for you. Are you hungry? Do you actually eat?”

Lorelei shrugged a bit, realizing she’d have to dispense with the minutiae of mortal life. “I can eat, but I do not need food to sustain myself. I normally need little sleep, though after tonight I would greatly appreciate laying in a bed,” she said, indicating Alex’s twin-sized bed. “I have walked this mortal world for centuries, Alex. Despite tonight’s ill turns, I can take care of myself. Your concern for my comfort is appreciated, but unnecessary,” she smiled, her blue eyes twinkling.

It gave Alex his fourteenth heart attack of the night. “Okay. Cool. I’ll just go, uh, shower. I’m exhausted.” With that, he grabbed some clothes and stepped out.

Lorelei looked on in awe. That bulge in his jeans showed that Alex had a perfectly natural response to her presence. He seemed a bit shy, but not exceptionally so. If anything, he seemed to be fighting his urges with… virtue? How often had Lorelei seen that?

She slipped the sweatshirt from her hips, tossing it aside. Lorelei then briefly looked into the other bedroom, deepening his mother’s slumber with a mild enchantment.

She took her time in cleaning up, still bemused at showering alone. By the time she finished, she found Alex already dozing. He lay on his bed, his short black hair wet and his filthy clothes exchanged for simple blue sweatpants and a t-shirt. She found him physically appealing enough. He didn’t seem socially awkward so much as overwhelmed by events, which she could understand. Yet all that left her questioning his inexperience.

Lorelei entered the room brushing her hair as she looked down at her new master. She felt very strange. Nothing like this had ever happened to her before, nor could it stand for long. She had to devise an eventual escape. Before that, though, she had to understand her current circumstances, and had to recover. That left her under Alex’s direct power for now.

She saw no reason she couldn’t have plenty of fun with that.

Lorelei slipped up to him, grinning as his eyes fluttered open. He gasped at the sight of her fully nude for the first time. That face would never need make-up. Her hair was back over her shoulders to reveal her magnificent chest. Her figure was shapely and perfectly curved, her skin smooth and flawless.

“Do you like what you see, Alex?” she smiled seductively, placing one knee between his legs and leaning over him.

“Yes,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “Of course.”

“I am glad. I like to be watched. I am glad you find me beautiful… and I am yours , Alex.” She drew ever nearer, her breasts hanging alluringly close to his mouth. “Take me as you like.”

“You… Lorelei, you don’t have to do this,” Alex blinked.

“Don’t have to?” she asked, pulling back curiously.

“I don’t want you to feel like you have to have sex with me because I’m your…” his voice trailed off, plainly reluctant to say it.

It was Lorelei’s turn to be shocked. This was unprecedented. “Were I reluctant to lay with you, I would avoid it until you commanded me. I wouldn’t offer or encourage you.”

That made sense in Alex’s racing mind. He couldn’t keep control of his pounding heart, or the heavy feeling in his breath and in his stomach. The most gorgeous woman he’d ever seen was practically throwing herself on him, yet he feared what would come of it if he accepted.

“I’m just… even if you’re honestly willing, you’re a demon. How do I know I won’t turn into some crazy perverted loon humping everything with a hole in it until I wind up in Hell?”

Lorelei erupted with laughter. It was not entirely kind, but not entirely mocking, either. “I cannot tell you much about how the Divine judge all things,” she said, “but I have seen Hell many times. I promise you no one is damned for mere fornication, no matter how frequent or how lewd. You poor mortals have been given a very skewed understanding of things.”

“Okay, fine, but we just met. People don’t really just meet and jump into bed with each other. Not in real life. Not without…I dunno…being drunk or something.”

“Of course they do.”

Alex frowned. “Okay, well that’s never happened to me, anyway. That’s just something my friends all lie about happening to them.”

Lorelei’s eyebrows rose. “Well, here I am. I guarantee you in all your life no friend of yours will have anything this good.”

“Still. I don’t know if we should just…fuck,” Alex confessed.

Lorelei sat upright, giving him yet another view of her beauty in all its glory. “Lust frightens you,” she observed. “You’re afraid to act on it.”

Alex reached for a better dodge, but failed. The only thing that came out of his mouth was the uncomfortable truth. “Maybe I’m afraid I’ll…think too much of it. Fall in love. Get my heart broken.”

“You’re afraid you’ll fall in love after one night of sex?”

“I could fall in love with you just looking at you.”

She fell quiet. Once again, there was a tiny crack of surprise in her composure. She asked softly, “Then why don’t you?”

He shook his head. “It’s more than that. You’re here because you have to be, not because you chose it. If I took advantage of that, how am I any better than that priest? How’s it any better for you? What if you end up hating me?”

Lorelei considered it for a heartbeat. “It could be fun that way. Kinky.”