Medical Center. "She doesn't have any close family, so I thought I would check in on her and see how she is doing. And whether I could do anything for her."

She put the car in park and opened her door.

“As far as why we're doing this on Memorial Day, why not? I wasn't aware of any pressing engagements you had, other than screwing poor Maria here so many times you've probably rubbed all the skin off your pecker."

"I do not mind, Mistress," she said softly, climbing out of the car, as

Alex flushed scarlet.

“I wish to please my master. And he pleases me in turn. Often." she said. Indeed, the night before had been heavenly. As soon as they had entered her apartment, Alex had ordered her to her knees, tied her hands behind her back with a silk necktie he had purchased for the occasion, and had presented his lovely cock to her.

She had pleasured him with mouth and lips and tongue until he had exploded in her mouth.

When she proved her skill by swallowing every drop of his wonderful semen, he had removed her restraints and made love to her until she was a puddle of raw sensuality. They had still been lying in a happy, tangled heap in her bed when Rachel knocked on the door the following morning and ordered them to get dressed and go with her on her errand.

"Good," Rachel replied, smiling at her. She smiled back, happy that her mistress was pleased. When Rachel had suggested her solution to their dilemma, with Alex remaining her master, but Rachel stepping into the role of Mistress of the Household, Maria had been worried. Would mother and son be able to find a balance? So far, it seemed, they had.

“Come on Alex," Rachel said. "The sooner we're done here, the sooner you can go back to violating this sweet young woman's innocence." sem

-Well,~ Althea said as Rachel entered the room where her body slept. ~This won't do at all.~

Rachel gave silent agreement. The space was pleasant enough, by the standards of hospital wards, which inevitably tended towards bleak functionality over beauty. It had a window which looked out onto the hospital campus, and the walls were bright and cheerful. A vase of cut flowers sat at the bedside, driving away some of the antiseptic odor all hospitals seemed to share.

But still, the place could not be mistaken for anything else than what it was; a holding pen where people waited to get well.

And, sometimes, didn't.

As Alex and Maria watched sympathetically, she sat at the bedside, taking one of Althea's hands in hers. She shivered as she felt her warm flesh for the first time. Can you sense anything?

~Nothing,~ the succubus said sourly. ~My body may as well be a Lump of rock. All of me is in here with you, going gradually insane. Well, it's just what I thought,~ she continued. ~I just wish I could get hold of that idiot Pete Miller. I'd kill him all over again just for getting me into this mess.~

“Have you known her long, Mom?" Alex asked.

She started, having been caught up in her silent conversation with

Althea.

“Not long. But you know how it is with friendships, Alex. Every once in a while you meet someone, and it seems Like you've known them forever."

He nodded, his hand moving to clasp Maria's.

“I get you," he answered.

“But this room won't do," she said decisively. She glanced at the other side of the small space, where an elderly man with waxy skin Lay in a coma of his own.

“She needs privacy.”

“Privacy?” Alex's confused voice followed her out of the room. "Why would a woman in a coma need privacy?"