"Yes, Josh," she said. "Fill me. Fill me up with your come." She laid a hand on one tense cheek and kissed the corner of his mouth, commanding his obedience. "Now."

With a hoarse shout, his hips stuttered upwards, Lifting her high. She felt his cock throb within her, then the welcome burst as his seed filled her channel. At the same moment, her orgasm, long-delayed, overcame her, and she fell across her husband's chest, shaking as she finally reached the climax she had been craving for days. Power seemed to flow from her husband's groin into her, pulsing in time with his spasming shaft. It hit her like a thunderbolt at the base of her spine, and she went limp in Josh's arms, falling into unconsciousness as swiftly as one might blow out a candle.

She opened her eyes to find herself in a Landscape which was utterly unfamiliar. A sky, deeper and bluer than any she had ever known, hovered above her like a turquoise bowl. Grass, thick and green beneath her feet, stretched like a carpet to an unseen horizon. A small river, chattering in its stony bed, flowed away to her left. It was flecked with foam, unlike the slow, placid rivers of Illinois. Amidst the grass, small flowers bloomed Like multi-colored stars.

“Well, finally," said a voice behind her.

She turned around, and her eyes widened with awe.

She wasn't a mere woman. Instead, she was the ultimate woman. The one that all other women aspired to be. Everything about her was simply, overwhelmingly, female. Her hips were full, her waist narrow, her breasts large and firm, her rear finely curved, her hair long and golden.

And God, her face was beautiful. A terrifying beauty, enough to make a woman forget all vows, all love, all duty, and fall to her feet for one kind word from her red, pouting Lips.

She smiled, and Rachel could barely keep herself from throwing herself to her knees and kissing the arches of her feet. Her voice throbbed with power, commanding her obedience.

“So I'm afraid I've made a bit of a muddle of things." Her voice was faintly apologetic, and Rachel's eyes narrowed, recognizing her. She had been in her dreams. And, at least once, she had seen her, a ghostly reflection in a mirror as she made Love to her intern in her corner office in the Sears Tower. "My name is Althea. I am the firstborn daughter of Lilith, who you may recognize as Adam's first wife. I am one of the succubi, and I have been sharing your body with you for the past several days.”

Dark Reflections

Part Three of The Succubus

Our story so far...

In "Idle Hands," Althea, first among the succubi, was torn from her body by a foolish mortal. In desperation, she sought refuge in the mind of Rachel Wainwright, a successful attorney. Weakened by the ordeal,

Althea knows the only way to return to her own body is to restore her power, which she receives by tapping into the sexual pleasure of others.

With this in mind she begins a slow seduction of her host, nudging

Rachel towards a more sexually adventurous lifestyle. At the end of

“Idle Hands" she has seduced her intern, Jeremy Edwards, and has also attempted a reconciliation with her former husband, Joshua. Meanwhile, her children find her attitude towards them softening, as Rachel becomes resigned to the fact that Sarah wishes to attend culinary school, while Alex wants to become an actor.

The story continues in "The Devil's Playthings." In a heroic courtroom scene, Rachel makes an impassioned argument for the future of the earth in a case involving corporate pollution. In a stunning verdict, the polluters are fined an astronomical sum, one third of which will go to

Rachel's law firm. She decides to use her bonus to semi-retire from her work as an attorney, instead choosing to do pro bono work as she sees fit.

At the same time, dark urges are beginning to manifest in Rachel's home. Driven by a compulsion she cannot explain, she makes a full-time job offer to her maid, Maria, with the caveat that she must dress attractively around the house. Maria, for her part, Looks on the offer