Elliott Kay - Good Intentions

“Are you serious? I couldn’t do that to you!”

“Oh, this is funny,” Lorelei sighed, looking around briefly. His room was full of posters and books, some serious, some not. Alex had come into adulthood, but had not yet entirely put away childish things. “How old are you?”

“Almost twenty.”

“And no girlfriend? A virgin, I take it, yes?”

Alex scowled a bit, but answered defensively, “Yeah. I mean I’ve dated, but-”

“I am beautiful, naked, and offering myself to you, bound to you for eternity, and you won’t touch me because you’re afraid I’ll think you see me as just some slut. And you’re also afraid that I’ll fuck you all the way into Hell to burn for all eternity with a broken heart. Is that about right?”

“I guess?”

“That’s a lot of hang-ups. At least you’re not worried about measuring up as a lover,” she mused aloud. The look that crossed Alex’s face told her otherwise, and she rolled her eyes. “Put it out of your head. I’m not a normal woman. You’ll have me panting and begging for more the moment you start enjoying yourself. Succubus, remember? Hell, half the men I’ve fucked just laid there until they died, but you wouldn’t see me buffing my nails in the middle of it.”

Silence.

“Wow, that makes me feel so much better, Lorelei,” Alex deadpanned finally.

“That’s not-that’s not you and I,” she said, softening her tone and tracing a finger down his chest, which had him inhaling sharply. “I cannot mislead you, Alex. No one is a masterful lover their first time. But you’re doing fine for natural endowment,” she said, her finger tracing further down past the waistband of his sweats to give him a genuine rush. “I like everything that I see. And you have the best teacher you could possibly ask for.”

The conflict in his eyes remained. She tried again, still speaking in sultry tones.

“Bound, Alex. Permanently. All the security anyone could dream of. And don’t worry about making me feel like I’m some slut. That’s very much what I am.” Her look became much more direct and meaningful. “Only from now on I’m your slut.”

Another heart attack. He’d fantasized about girls saying something like that before. But he knew fantasy from reality-and this was no ordinary girl. He’d seen her breathe fire all over someone tonight. “Maybe we could just… take it slow?”

She shook her head, trying not to laugh in exasperation. “As you wish, of course. The angel herself said you had nothing to fear from me. May I lie next to you? I promise not to steal your virginity in your sleep.”

“Sure,” Alex said. Lorelei pulled the sheets over them both and curled up beside him.

“Lust is not a real sin, Alex,” Lorelei told him softly. “Your churches have had that part wrong all these years and the angels never bothered to straighten it out. The sin comes from causing harm in pursuit of lust. That has been my purpose in this world: to lead the wicked to abandon all responsibility and virtue for carnal pleasures.

“Yet there is no wickedness in you. I was naked and in your power, and your first thought was to offer me the shirt off your back. Even now, you are concerned with showing me respect, which makes you rather unique in my experience. I don’t think you need to fear your lust.”

“Maybe I’m just too inexperienced to understand it,” Alex said, “but it just doesn’t sit right. I can’t explain it. I don’t want to do something I’ll regret.”

“I could explain your lust to you, if you wanted. I could learn it and explain it in ways you would not articulate for yourself.”

“You could? How?”

“It’s simple. I merely have to taste it,” she smiled, delicately brushing a suggestive hand across his groin as she reached over and turned out the light. “Goodnight, Alex.”

That had him lying awake for hours.

Naturally, the first thing Alex heard when he woke up next to Lorelei was a DJ bitching about women.

“She’s not interested in you, she’s interested in your wallet!” the radio squawked. “You want action at the end of the night? You gotta pay out. And they dangle that whole marriage thing in front of you like it’s the keys to her panties, like you’re gonna make love every night ‘til you’re old and gray, but we all know better, don’t we, guys?”

“I really fucking hate this dude,” Alex sighed to the ceiling.

“The lingerie? The slutty behavior in the bedroom? The action ?” the DJ continued as Alex fumbled for the radio. “That stuff’s all on a clock, gentlemen! And that clock runs out as soon as they get their hooks in-!” The nasally voice was finally silenced by a swat from Alex’s hand.

Lorelei stirred and cuddled closer. “I’ll be happy to prove him wrong,” she murmured into his ear. “Every day and night of your life.”

Alex gulped. He wasn’t entirely sure he’d survive even the first time.

“I’m. Um.” He stammered and shifted a bit to create a little space. “I’ve got to go to work today,” he managed. “Soon.”

She raised an eyebrow. “You couldn’t call in sick? You had a rough night.”

“They’re gonna be slammed at work today and I’m supposed to do some heavy cleaning in my workspace,” he mumbled. Alex got up out of bed, fighting the urge to stare-or worse. He turned to his dresser and fumbled for clothes. “Look, I need to figure all this out,” he said.

No matter how awkward or lame his dodges were, his resistance continued to astound Lorelei. She didn’t let it show. “As you wish,” she replied simply.

“Uh…can you stay here?”

“I can. Would you like me to remain concealed?”

“I would,” Alex nodded. “I know it’s probably going to be a bit boring, but…”

“I can entertain myself, if you will allow me a bit of trust,” she assured him.

“Even if I ask you to stay here alone?” he asked warily.

Lorelei gave a nod that was more than a little sultry-but then, it seemed her every word and gesture was geared toward seduction. “That is no imposition. However, if you wish me to remain undetected, I should see to that first. I can ensure that I am completely obscured from your mother, even while I am before her. She will ignore me and rationalize anything that would lead her to suspect my presence, so you won’t have to worry about covering anything up. And no,” she added with rolling eyes, “I will not harm her or do anything to jeopardize her immortal soul.”

“Thanks,” Alex said. He closed and locked the bathroom door.

Lorelei felt an immediate rush of pleasure as Alex promptly set about relieving himself of sexual tension. The sensation brought a wicked smile of realization to her face. She enjoyed the same connection with all of her victims. They had apparently formed that bond, too; he was master, but also prey. The energy from this was a mere trickle compared to her hunger, but it was a start, and a good sign.

She slipped out of his bedroom and across the hallway to his mother’s room. The door was slightly ajar, allowing her to creep in with absolute silence. Glancing around quickly, Lorelei found a checkbook on the dresser. Her name was Michelle.

Alex’s mother stood facing an open closet, freshly showered and clad in slacks and a bra but as yet no shirt. Lorelei smiled as she slipped up behind her. It was Alex’s wish that Michelle made no discovery of Lorelei. The succubus had an agenda slightly beyond that. There was stealth, and then there was the removal of obstacles.

“ Ssshhhhhh ,” the succubus whispered into Michelle’s ear. The blonde shivered and her movements slowed as she quickly fell into a daze.