Sit there and watch Charlotte disappear behind me, or do something drastic like pull the emergency stop or kick out a window? Given the level of security around the Tube, and not wanting to wind up in prison, I chose the former, as much as it pained me to do so. When we got to White City, I thought about getting off and trying to catch a westbound train, but what good would that do me? I didn't know when or where she'd be getting off, and for all I knew, she had left the train as soon as mine started pulling out. Dammit! So close! Well, if she was following me, the best thing was to get off here and stand as conspicuously as I could on the platform to make sure she saw me. I let four trains go by before giving up on that plan.
Dejected, I boarded again and rode into Tottenham Court Road, and made my way up to the street. It was completely dark out now, and the city was alive with lights and traffic and the bustle of a typical Friday night. I wasn't feeling much like having fun anymore; in fact, I felt like giving up on the whole damn thing and going back home to Los Angeles. But I knew that I wouldn't. In truth, there was nothing on my mind but Charlotte.
I sauntered down through Soho southwest toward the May Fair where I'd been staying since I arrived two months ago. The clubs and the pubs were hopping; just the sort of scene I'd been looking forward to before my chance encounter on the Tube. Now I just wanted to get to my room and go to sleep. My eyes played tricks on me as I maneuvered along the crowded sidewalks, and every dirty blonde with long, wavy hair made me think she was Charlotte for a split second. Sometimes more. Sigh. At least I wasn't hungry. That would have made for a very bad night.
I poured myself a tall glass of scotch and dropped a couple of ice cubes into it, settling down onto the bed with the well-worn copy of Moby Dick I almost always travelled with. It was my thirty-seventh time through it, and I was beginning to feel like I got most of the allusions by now. But I couldn't concentrate. I kept identifying with Ahab, thinking Charlotte was my white whale. I put the book down and began to rub my hand around my pussy, grabbing my labia together and pinching my clit through them while I pictured Charlotte's perfect ass walking away from the bar on the first night I'd seen her. I was getting myself pretty worked up, but in truth I didn't have anything solid to fantasize about, never having had any sort of lesbian experience. I flipped the TV on and scrolled through the menu to the porn options, and then to the lesbian category. I went with Sapphic Slave Sluts 3, and it definitely did the trick. I quickly slipped my panties off, and as the titular girls, clad in various permutations of leather, latex, and fishnets, went at it, I began to furiously work first two and then three fingers in and out of my now-sopping pussy. Engrossed both in the action on screen and in my own ministrations, I nearly leapt out of the bed in shock when I heard a voice say, "You are just completely depraved, aren't you?"
It was Charlotte. She had come in from the balcony. She had on tight black pants and knee-high black leather boots, and she looked as beautiful as anyone ever could. Except for the primed crossbow she had pointed at my chest.
"Fuck, you scared me!" I said, equal parts happy to see her and worried about my prospects for a continued life.
"It's natural to be scared right before you die," she said, her voice cold as ice. "I'm sending you back to whatever hell it is you came from."
"I'm from Prague, actually, if you go back far enough. Although L.A. at present. That whole demons-are-from-hell thing is actually a big misconception. We're from Earth like everyone else. I really think if you just took the time to get to..." I talk a lot when I'm nervous.
"Shut up!" she said, but there was something new in her voice, a tiny bit of wavering, I thought. The crossbow dropped just a bit, and a look of uncertainty entered the brilliant green eyes that had just seconds before been full of steely resolve. Now, my own not-insignificant allure as a physical specimen, quite apart from any of my demonic attributes, would have had most men a bit distracted, especially given my compromised situation clothing-wise. Add in the powerful sex hormones I give off when aroused, even across a room, and it's the rare human male I wouldn't have been able to seduce at that point, even had they been a trained demon hunter. I began to wonder -- to hope -- that my natural secretions were having at least some of that effect on Charlotte. It was the only chance I had. I'm fast, but not that fast.
I got onto my hands and knees, the milky globes of my breasts dangling as I began to crawl across the bed toward her. I locked my eyes on hers, in part to give her my best seductive gaze and in part to look for any glimmer of movement that might let me know she was about to pull the trigger. Slowly, sensuously, with every ounce of feminine wiles I'd developed in all my centuries, I edged closer. I reached the edge of the bed, still alive, to my pleasant surprise. We were only about three feet apart now. As gracefully as I could, I swung my legs around, pivoting on my ass and making no effort to hide my still-wet womanhood as I did so. As I stood, I could see the crossbow was definitely pointed even lower than it had been, and while it was nice to not have it aimed right at my heart anymore, I was still pretty keen to avoid a bolt to the gut. Our eyes remained locked.
"Tell me you haven't been thinking about me," I said quietly. "Tell me you haven't wished I did more than just talk to you when I had you tied to the bed." Too much Sapphic Slave Sluts. It wasn't what she wanted to hear. The crossbow shot up a few inches. But, now just two feet from her, well, I was that fast. I spun my body out of the line of fire, shifting to my demon form as I did so. I could feel the wind from the loosed bolt as it missed me by less than an inch, and then I was on her. Unlike many other kinds of demons, succubae aren't exceptionally strong, but we're stronger than humans, especially in our true form. As I moved to her left, she swung the stock of the crossbow at me, but I caught her arm in my left hand even as I wrapped my tail around her throat. The crossbow dropped to the floor. With my right hand, I grabbed her hair, pulling her sharply down while throwing my weight onto her, the combined effect of which was for her to crumple to the ground, me on top of her. I kept my tail around her throat tightly enough to make her breathing challenging, but not enough to cut it off completely.
"Now," I said, trying to ignore the waves of desire pulsing up from between my legs, "this is the second time I've had you at my mercy. Last time I gave you my word that I wouldn't hurt you. I'm not sure what else I can offer. My love certainly doesn't seem to matter to you." I eased my tail off from her throat just enough to allow her to talk.
"I'm sworn to kill all demonkind. You're a demon. It's as simple as that."
