Slowly, Althea smiled.

“Say what you said before.”

“What? Our child?"

“No. What you called me.”

“My love." She laid a brown hand on Althea's golden cheek. Tears dripped down both their faces.

“You are my love. I love you. Stay with me. Bear my child, and I will bear yours. We will be the parents of a new generation of succubi, and the legions of Hell will tremble before us."

Althea caught fire with joy. With a muffled squeal, she pulled Yasna into her lap. Before she could do more than gasp, Yasna had tipped her head up for a kiss. Althea's lips covered the dark-haired doctor's, and she gave herself over to love.

And so did Yasna. For the first time in her life, she accepted who she was, the desires which were as much a part of her as her hair or her eyes or her body. The desire to make love to both women and men, regardless of the outmoded strictures of her religion or the mores of a society she had left before she was born.

Oh! I never thought it could be like this!

«It will be, beloved. It will always be like this between us. And soon,

I will introduce you to the joys of being with a man. Would you like that?~ she teased, as her hand slipped down her chest and cupped her breast, the fingers kneading the firm flesh of her tit. ~Would you like to be in bed with me and Alex? Or perhaps me and Rachel?~

Allah have mercy! Her nipples strained, tenting the cloth of her dress

With Althea's eager assistance, she slid the straps down her arms until her chest was exposed. With a hungry little growl, Althea fell on them like a starving cat, her plump lips and sharp little teeth sucking and biting the sensitive flesh until she thought she would go mad with pleasure.

“Althea?”

“Hmmmm ?"*

“Can you do...what you did the first night we met?"

“What? Oh. That. Yes. But I have to take off my pants."

“Good. I wanted you to do that anyway."

In seconds, they were both naked.

“By the Almighty, you are beautiful,”

Althea breathed. Yasna looked down, embarrassed.

“No, look at me," she said, tipping her chin up. "I don't know what that horses-ass you were married to did to make you think there was something wrong with you

But you are lovely. And loveable. I love you. And I will spend the rest of your days proving that to you, beloved.”

She kissed her, their tongues mingling in a slow dance of passion and desire. Yasna closed her eyes as she felt the tip of Althea's tail stroking her damp folds. She shifted, opening to her, and the tail slipped into her velvety sheath.

Allah! It was so wrong, but it felt so right. More intimate than she could have possibly imagined, she felt her inner walls being caressed.