Amy gasped awake, seizing from the shock of being plunged back into reality. She squeezed fistfuls of woolen blankets and pressed her thighs together, panting feverishly as the electric heat of the dream fled. She fumbled for her glasses on the bedside table, and brushed away tangled hair as she slid them on with a shaking hand. She stared up at the moonlit beams of the cabin ceiling, and forced herself to breathe normally.
This time she remembered everything. Every kiss, every touch, and every shuddering climax. Every whispered promise, and every betrayal. Gwen had claimed that it was their final night together. If she'd been lying, then Amy was in big trouble. The only rational conclusion was that, until now, Gwen had been holding back.
A surge of warmth rolled through her as she replayed the erotic nightmare. Her hands sank beneath the blankets, and without shame or hesitation, Amy began to pleasure herself as quietly as she could, hissing through her teeth to suppress a moan.
She easily slipped two fingers inside herself, and began to squirm as her other hand drifted upward, to her neck. She rolled over, thrusting into her palm as if it were a lover, and tightened gripped her throat, imagining it was Gwen's. She bit her lip to stifle a laugh as she recalled the things she'd done in the dream. The power she'd wielded. Her nails dug into the skin of her neck like claws. She arched her back, raising her rear and wagged her-
Amy's eyes snapped open. Her glasses were crooked, leaving half the room blurry. Xavier snored gently beside her, facing away. Outside, crickets chirped and leaves rustled in the wind. Jim's snoring echoed down the hall. Embarrassment doused the flames of lust. She released her neck, and sank her hips back into the bed. Her tail. She'd had a tail in the dream.
Gwen
had
promised to show her what it was like to be a succubus. Feeling like a fool, she reached for her temples. Nothing but smooth skin. A peculiar sadness struck her.
Amy pressed her face into the pillow, wanting to scream, but settled for a heavy sigh. "The power was euphoric," Gwen had said. And if the dream had been half as accurate as reality, then Amy had to admit that she was right.
Just like Gwen's correction of Pyxis, the knowledge remained. The experience of being a succubus, of overpowering Gwen and devouring her lust, was burned into her memories. How much effort had it taken Gwen to accurately manifest the horns, tail, and claws? Or the feelings? A familiar sense of pride and awe struck her. Gwen always picked things up with infuriating ease. If only that didn't mean that she now found herself empathizing with a demon.
Amy rolled to her side and studied Xavier beside her. He always slept without a shirt, unbothered by the cold. One of his arms was free, resting along his side. Without thinking she reached out and ran a finger along it. Hard and muscular, slightly hairy. So different from Gwen's soft skin. The initial shock had faded, but she was still filled with desperate longing.
Before she could stop herself, she wrapped her arms around him and pulled herself closer. It wasn't what she wanted, but it was as close as she would get.
*****
Goosebumps raised all along his arm in the wake of Amy's touch. Xavier was careful to keep his breathing steady. He'd been awake long enough to hear her tiny gasps, and to feel the small cabin bed shifting beneath him as she moved. He'd instantly realized what she was doing. What must have happened. Another dream.
He hated this succubus he'd never met. The girl he only knew from a handful of pictures Amy had shown him. All of them were from before her transformation. Just a disheveled slip of a girl, clinging to Amy's side. They always looked happy together. Blissfully unaware that one of them would soon become a monster.
Amy's hand lingered near his wrist. She was completely still. He breathed slowly, resisting the urge to roll over. Xavier wanted to comfort her, to tell her that she was safe, and to show her how he felt, but he wasn't her boyfriend. Or even her lover. Not really. He was
a treatment for a symptom
, he reminded himself. And the only reason he even had that privilege was because of Gwen. He hated the succubus for that too.
Amy had been so fiery and full of life, the first time he met her. Now, all she did was mope, obsessing over her lost friend and complaining. About her lack of sleep, about their lack of progress, about his refusal to enable her paranoia. The complaining didn't bother him, she had every right after what she'd been through. No, what frustrated him was that despite it all, she would suffer no insult to Gwen. Even knowing what she'd become, she was fiercely loyal to the friend who no longer existed. Gwen had made half a thrall of her already.
Without warning, Amy's hands clutched at his sides, and she pressed herself against him. He felt the soft weight of her breasts, separated from him only by the fabric of her pyjamas, flatten against his back. Her hand drifted down his abdomen. Then lower, until she found him, already hard. He inhaled sharply as she grasped him and began to gently stroke. She purred into his ear, and he rolled over, not bothering to pretend to be asleep.
Amy was beyond beautiful. Opening that door in San Francisco had been like seeing the sun for the first time. It had taken all his effort to remain collected and cool. It still did. And once he learned how talented she was, how smart and kind she was. He'd never stood a chance.
He constantly reminded himself that she wasn't interested, that she was in trouble and needed friends, not romance. But with every smile, every laugh, and every tilt of the head as she pondered some question, his resolve weakened. He was in love.
What awaited him when he turned though, was not the kind, shy woman he'd fallen for, but a hungry, lust-driven seductress. Her eyelids were heavy, her cheeks and nose were painted red, and her lips were pulled up in a smile that sent a chill down his spine, but caused him to harden in her grip. She noticed it too and the wicked smile grew, cutting that single dimple into her cheek.
He'd met a succubus before. Back in Bath, when he was still a thrall himself. She'd been his master's prized possession. Held captive, despite being a demon. Erick liked to starve her, then give her a human to feed on and watch while she drained them. Amy wore the same hungry expression. He hated Gwen for corrupting such a brilliant woman, but he knew Amy's desperation was the only reason he'd ever gotten her attention, and he hated himself for his gratitude.
He tried to tell her 'good morning', but she crushed her lips against his, shoving her tongue into his mouth. She swung a leg up and over him, dragging the blankets with her as she straddled him. Her hand on his manhood worked tirelessly, the forms of her breasts swaying, straining against her shirt, with the motion. As he fumbled with her buttons to free them, Amy released him, and began to grind her hips against him. Her panties were already soaked. He could feel their slick warmth gliding up and down his shaft. His hand slipped, and Amy gave a husky laugh, and batted it away. She pulled back, and fixed him with a condescending look as she unbuttoned them herself.
This wasn't Amy. She'd grown increasingly aggressive with each encounter, but this was on another level. With a frustrated sigh, he tried to push her away, but she took his hands and pinned them to the mattress. She'd gotten halfway through her buttons, enough for her cleavage to spill forth as she leaned close, and kissed him again, gentler this time.
"I'm sorry, just... Please let me get this out of my system." Her face was stiff. A mask that failed to hide the lust raging behind her eyes.
Something must have happened in her dreams. Was this what she'd been subjected to by Gwen? Maybe she just wanted to take some power back. He couldn't imagine what it would be like to be under the sway of a succubus. Erick had been a cruel master, but imps didn't warp their victims minds. Not the way succubi did. He nodded, and let himself relax as Amy took the lead.
She rushed through the remaining buttons, baring herself to him without a trace of the shame he'd grown used to. She fell against him, and began to frantically grind, rolling to his side to press her groin against his hip, and gasping into his ear. Nails dug into his skin as she grabbed his chin, and turned him into a kiss. He did his best to keep up with her, but she was an animal. Feral, as she took hold of him again and effortlessly worked him into a frenzy. He tried not to think about how she'd improved so quickly.
Before long he was bucking eagerly into her hand as she whispered encouragement. Xavier had never considered himself particularly assertive, but he'd always been the one controlling the pace with previous partners. Amy was using him, no doubt the way Gwen had used her, and it was both humiliating and exhilarating. Despite him having more experience, she was the expert here. Her teacher had been a succubus, and clearly she'd been paying attention. In an effort to wrest some control back and bolster his flagging masculinity, he rolled over atop her and positioned himself between her legs. Poised to enter her. He felt a hand against his chest.
Amy watched him, chewing her lip. "Ask me... permission." Suddenly shy again, the last word was nearly a whisper.
"Can I?"
"Not like that." She looked away, flushed with equal parts lust and embarrassment and unable to meet his eyes as she said, "Beg me."
Oh. That's what she wanted. "Um.. Can I please fuck you?" It sounded awkward and forced, even to his own ears.
"Go ahead." Her disappointment was palpable, but her hand fell away and she embraced him as he pushed forward.
Xavier sank down to his forearms and gently pushed forward. Amy heaved a sigh as he entered her, and clasped her hands behind his neck. She closed her eyes and moaned, as their bodies met and fell into a comfortable rhythm. He ran a hand through her raven hair. He traced the outline of her lips with his own. God this woman was beautiful. He wanted to protect her. To shield her from Gwen's corruption.
Amy wrapped her legs around him, locking them at the ankles, and began undulating against him. She threw her head back, the motion fanning her hair out behind her. Her eyes were squeezed tightly shut, and her mouth hung open, lips wet and glistening.
He moved faster and faster, and she kept pace. Now she was furiously throwing herself against him, hungrily taking his length each time their bodies slammed together. Her breasts bounced, their ample flesh rippling as the impact rolled through them. She began to chant, "Yes, yes, yes," with every thrust. Xavier was near the end of his endurance, arms shaking and sweat rolling down his back, when she finally came.
He froze, his own climax immediately fleeing as a single word fell from her lips. Gasped like a prayer. "Gwen!"
He rose to his knees, slipping out of her. Amy let go, falling to the bed, and pushed her hair out of her face. Her eyes were open now, staring, unfocused, at the ceiling as she caught her breath. Eventually, she remembered he was there. She blinked a few times before her eyes went wide, finally realizing what she'd done.
He was already rolling out of bed and dressing.
*****
Despite everything, Jim was still snoring away on the sofa with Tattie curled up asleep atop him. Amy crept past as quietly as she could and stepped outside into the frigid air to join Xavier. She'd cleaned up and thrown on new clothes before bundling herself up in the heavy cotton comforter and leaving to do damage control. Why in god's name had she said Gwen's name out loud?
It was early in the morning, and the sun still hid far below the treeline. The darkness was cut only by a single cloudy lantern by the cabin door, and Xavier's phone screen, bathing his face in blue light as he leaned against the wall and poked at the screen. She siddled close, waiting for him to say something. When he didn't, she held out her arm, offering the blanket like a wing.
"No thanks," Was all he said.
He'd taken the time to put on a shirt, but still wore the pair of running pants he'd slept in. He must be freezing, but she didn't press the issue. Instead, she joined him, leaning against the cabin and staring up at the sky. It was dull and lifeless compared to the supernaturally bright starscape of the dream.
She turned to face him. "I'm sorry."
"Do you always think about her?"
