Author's Note: Thanks for the positive feedback on the first two parts! This is my first time writing erotica, so to get such a good response is encouraging. This part is a little exposition-heavy, but I felt like the last two hadn't explained much about succubus rules. I have several parts planned after this, and the series will probably end up being around 10 parts. Hope you enjoy, and see you next time!
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Andrew had been sitting at an outside table for fifteen minutes before Melissa arrived. The cafΓ© was only a few blocks from his house, but he still left early to make sure he didn't miss her. There was still a tiny voice in the back of his mind wondering
"Will she even come? What if she's just using me?"
But after the way she spoke to him last night, he began to believe that she was genuinely attracted to him. Of course, he was attracted to her as well. She was gorgeous and amazing in bed. He hoped their relationship would become more than carnal, though, which was why he was excited to simply sit and talk with her.
Melissa arrived wearing a grey cable knit sweater and jeans. Her brown, shoulder-length hair was unassuming and simple. She appeared to be wearing some lipstick and maybe a concealer, but not enough makeup to be noticeable. Everything about her seemed average, and Andrew assumed that was a calculated decision. She could change her appearance seemingly at will, so if she wasn't on the hunt for food it made sense not to stand out.
If people knew what kind of minx she was under those clothes
, he thought,
she wouldn't be able to blend in anywhere
.
As she approached, Andrew stood and pulled her chair out for her. "Hi," he said, smiling. "Great to see you again."
"Good to see you too," Melissa said warmly, smiling back at him. "Did I keep you waiting?"
"No," he replied, "I just got here early. I was really anxious to see you again."
Melissa chuckled. "Well, that's a first for me. Usually guys don't do that."
"What, get anxious over you?"
"No, see me a second time," she said with an evil grin. Her smile turned cheerful again as she sat down. "Did you order anything yet?"
"No, I was waiting for you to get here. What do you want?"
"Just a cappuccino please. Ooh, and a biscotti if they have them."
Andrew went inside and ordered their coffees, returning a few minutes later with a mug in each hand.
Melissa pouted. "Aw, no biscotti?"
Andrew put the cups on the table and reached into his back pocket, pulling out a plastic-wrapped pastry. "Oh ye of little faith. I just needed two hands to carry the coffee."
"Yay!" Melissa squealed. She tore into the wrapper like a kid with a candy bar, and began dunking it in her coffee. Andrew watched as she happily ate the coffee-soaked treat. They sat quietly for a minute, sipping their drinks and enjoying each other's company. Finally, Andrew broke the silence.
"So, um, what do you do?"
"Oh, you know what I do," Melissa said devilishly.
"No, I mean like for work. Or when you're not, um," he lowered his voice and leaned closer to her, "eating people."
"Well, since I do eat people, I usually just take the money off them first," she said nonchalantly. "But, since that can be hit or miss, I also work as a hairdresser."
"How often do you," he spoke in a whisper again, "eat people?"
Melissa laughed. "You don't need to keep whispering. I put a sigil up while you were getting the coffees so anyone who tries to eavesdrop can't hear us."
"Oh, so I can talk AS LOUD AS I WANT?" Andrew bellowed.
Several of the patrons around them looked at him strangely, then returned to their business. Melissa laughed again. "No, it just sounds like we're talking about normal stuff. Volume doesn't change."
"Oh," Andrew said quietly, turning red.
"To answer your question, I usually eat a human's soul twice a week. Obviously my appetite fluctuates, but that's what I eat on average. And before you ask, yes, I need to eat human food too."
Andrew was a little shocked by her response. "Wow, two people a week? And how long have you been doing this?"
"Oh, gosh," Melissa sighed, looking off into space. "Let's see...I've been here since the Civil War, and before that I was in London...oh, and that century in Paris, I always forget that, so that adds up to... I've been eating souls for 573 years."
Andrew nearly fell out his chair. "573 years?!" He quickly regained his composure and cleared his throat. "You don't look a day over 400."
Melissa smiled. "You don't need to flatter me. Besides, I'm older than that."
"What were you doing before you were eating souls?"
"I lived in Hell, like most demons. I lived there for a couple of centuries before I came to Earth."