He turned his head, presenting to her the clean line of his jaw. Sarah instinctively knew what he wanted. She leaned down, her teeth gently fastening on the lobe of his ear, then she stuck her tongue into the ear itself, swirling it around as he twisted and groaned under her. His hands clutched at her thighs hard enough to leave bruises. His loins pushed up into her, driving his cock into her womanhood.

“Sarah...” It was a tortured gasp.

“Do it," she whispered. "Come for me, Jeremy."

With a strangled shout, he did. He wrapped his arms around her tightly and hugged her to his chest, the sweat of their Love mingling on their joined bodies. When his joyful spasms eased, she turned off the lamp.

Not even bothering to remove his phallus from her body, she pillowed her head on his chest and fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

Yasna woke the next morning, and for a long, disjointed moment, had a difficult time remembering where she was. Then the memories of the previous evening came crashing back down in all their impossible reality.

The strange family who had showed up at the hospital, and their avowed mission to remove Althea Carpenter from her care.

The panicked chase through the streets of Chicago, pursued by a monster out of her worst nightmares.

The bizarre, sex-soaked ritual, during which Althea somehow regained consciousness.

And lastly, Althea herself doing something to her mind, which dispelled the fog of obsession which had slowly clouded her wits over the Last several days.

Let it all be a dream, she begged, her eyes still closed. A very detailed, realistic, weird dream, brought on by overwork, stress, and peanut butter and banana sandwiches.

But when she opened her eyes, she found Althea's beautiful face smiling at her from across the bed, her glorious green eyes open, aware, and amused.

“Good morning," she said.

“Did you sleep well?"

She shifted in the bed, suddenly shy.

“Like a baby," she replied awkwardly, using an old joke of her mother's. "I woke up every two hours and cried."

Althea's smile widened. She lifted a hand, brushing her cheek. Yasna closed her eyes, fighting not to lean into the touch. Her skin was soft as silk and as welcome as a warm fire on a cold night.

“Do you want to talk about it?" she asked. "Your parents? And why you're so afraid of sex that you've all but walled yourself off from all human contact?

“Iam sorry about last night," she added "And what I did to you. I would not blame you for not wanting to be near me again."

Yasna blinked, taking a minute to remember the violent conclusion to last night's ritual. She had been distraught, almost out of her mind with anger and grief, convinced Althea's spirit had departed for whatever afterlife was reserved for succubi. Leaping onto the platform where Althea and Rachel lay, she had ranted like a madwoman.

And then...

Althea had stirred in her arms, returning her kiss, her mouth opening, her hands lavishing sweet caresses upon her. Then, with sudden, heart-stopping swiftness, Althea's tail had pierced her, stroking the inner walls of her vagina passionately. The sensation had been indescribable, and Yasna squirmed uneasily as she remembered the unbelievable pleasure and intimacy they had shared.

“From what I have gathered," she said carefully, “you were not completely in control of yourself."

“That is no excuse." If she expected Althea to take the offered way out, she was mistaken. "It was the next best thing to rape. I woke in my body to find someone on top of me. Kissing me. Rather skillfully, too," she said, her eyes twinkling. Yasna Lowered her eyes. "I thought it was Rachel. We have become rather close over the past few weeks.

Still, I should have taken a moment to make sure."