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just knew it would blow
her mind when he did...
* * *
"I think she knows, or is beginning to suspect." Andras
said, after Katie had departed. His loft felt strangely empty without her
vivacious presence, so he had turned on some music and phoned Amanda.
"Has she pierced the glamour yet?" his sister
asked. "You know that's one of the signs of a philtata ."
"I—don't know," Andras, thinking back over the
evening's events. "There was a moment I thought so, but she didn't say
anything, so I'm not sure."
"Or maybe she saw beyond the veil, and accepted
you." Amanda sighed. "Wouldn't it be wonderful if she knew what you
truly were, and still wanted you? Couldn't you arrange for a little accident?
Maybe forget to veil yourself in a glamour the next time you're together in
private?"
"You have always been the most dreadful romantic,"
Andras said, disturbed by the fact that Amanda's crazy suggestion had actually
sounded tempting for a moment or two. "You know I can't afford to
take that kind of chance. It's the oldest rule we have—no Child of Lilith is
allowed to voluntarily unveil before a mortal, unless they've agreed to be
bound as a philtatos or philtata ."
"Well, then, for your sake, I hope she can unveil you
on her own, and that she finds your true form acceptable."
So many things that could yet go wrong in his plans to make
Katie his own... Now it was his turn to sigh. "Good night, little
sister."
4. Katie Breaks the Rules
These are starvation rations , Amanda thought, as she
crouched over the bed and stared down at the young man asleep beneath her gaze.
She tried not to feel bitter at the thought of the feast her
brother was no doubt enjoying at this very moment. Katie's aura, warm and
glowing and above all, strong , promised that rare nourishment that only
a born philtata could provide.
And here she was, sneaking around a darkened studio
apartment that smelled faintly of stale French fries and garlic.
A trash can stood near the kitchen alcove, heaped to
overflowing with used take-out boxes, and empty chip bags and soda cans were
scattered around the couch, which faced an enormous flat-screen television. An
expensive bicycle leaned against another wall, and various electronics, all of
the newest and costliest type, were stacked carelessly on the kitchen counter and
the coffee table.
Amanda yanked her attention back to her chosen prey.
She had used her powers to ensure that he would not awaken
at an inconvenient time, but in truth, it had scarcely seemed necessary. Like
most of the other young people employed in this city, he was terminally sleep-deprived.
Which also affected his sexual energy. Amanda scowled down
at the faint golden nimbus at his groin. It was but a faint, flickering
luminescence, especially when compared to how Katie blazed now that Andras had
awakened her appetites...
No, damn it! She was supposed to be happy for Andras'
good fortune.
Amanda took a deep, centering breath. Hovering her hand over
her victim's groin, she breathed a Word of Power, drawing forth his desires,
hoping to kindle that faint light into something she could absorb and use.
In the morning, he would remember nothing. He might even
awaken feeling refreshed after a full night's sleep.
Whereas, she would still be hungry, having supped on the
equivalent of thin gruel.
This was no way for a succubus to live.
* * *
Katie had just returned from her desk after yet another
meeting, when her phone rang. She glanced at it, and felt a joyous flutter in
her chest. Andras.
Calling instead of texting, for a change.
It was ridiculous to feel so happy—and so nuts about a guy—but
she couldn't help herself. He was indeed the Sex God, and considering that he
had yet to actually fuck her, she'd just spent the last two weeks having the
best sex of her life.
"Hey, handsome,"
she said warmly. She knew she was grinning like an idiot, but couldn't help
herself.
"Hello,
beautiful girl," Andras said, his voice low and intimate.
Then he
her mind when he did...
* * *
"I think she knows, or is beginning to suspect." Andras
said, after Katie had departed. His loft felt strangely empty without her
vivacious presence, so he had turned on some music and phoned Amanda.
"Has she pierced the glamour yet?" his sister
asked. "You know that's one of the signs of a philtata ."
"I—don't know," Andras, thinking back over the
evening's events. "There was a moment I thought so, but she didn't say
anything, so I'm not sure."
"Or maybe she saw beyond the veil, and accepted
you." Amanda sighed. "Wouldn't it be wonderful if she knew what you
truly were, and still wanted you? Couldn't you arrange for a little accident?
Maybe forget to veil yourself in a glamour the next time you're together in
private?"
"You have always been the most dreadful romantic,"
Andras said, disturbed by the fact that Amanda's crazy suggestion had actually
sounded tempting for a moment or two. "You know I can't afford to
take that kind of chance. It's the oldest rule we have—no Child of Lilith is
allowed to voluntarily unveil before a mortal, unless they've agreed to be
bound as a philtatos or philtata ."
"Well, then, for your sake, I hope she can unveil you
on her own, and that she finds your true form acceptable."
So many things that could yet go wrong in his plans to make
Katie his own... Now it was his turn to sigh. "Good night, little
sister."
4. Katie Breaks the Rules
These are starvation rations , Amanda thought, as she
crouched over the bed and stared down at the young man asleep beneath her gaze.
She tried not to feel bitter at the thought of the feast her
brother was no doubt enjoying at this very moment. Katie's aura, warm and
glowing and above all, strong , promised that rare nourishment that only
a born philtata could provide.
And here she was, sneaking around a darkened studio
apartment that smelled faintly of stale French fries and garlic.
A trash can stood near the kitchen alcove, heaped to
overflowing with used take-out boxes, and empty chip bags and soda cans were
scattered around the couch, which faced an enormous flat-screen television. An
expensive bicycle leaned against another wall, and various electronics, all of
the newest and costliest type, were stacked carelessly on the kitchen counter and
the coffee table.
Amanda yanked her attention back to her chosen prey.
She had used her powers to ensure that he would not awaken
at an inconvenient time, but in truth, it had scarcely seemed necessary. Like
most of the other young people employed in this city, he was terminally sleep-deprived.
Which also affected his sexual energy. Amanda scowled down
at the faint golden nimbus at his groin. It was but a faint, flickering
luminescence, especially when compared to how Katie blazed now that Andras had
awakened her appetites...
No, damn it! She was supposed to be happy for Andras'
good fortune.
Amanda took a deep, centering breath. Hovering her hand over
her victim's groin, she breathed a Word of Power, drawing forth his desires,
hoping to kindle that faint light into something she could absorb and use.
In the morning, he would remember nothing. He might even
awaken feeling refreshed after a full night's sleep.
Whereas, she would still be hungry, having supped on the
equivalent of thin gruel.
This was no way for a succubus to live.
* * *
Katie had just returned from her desk after yet another
meeting, when her phone rang. She glanced at it, and felt a joyous flutter in
her chest. Andras.
Calling instead of texting, for a change.
It was ridiculous to feel so happy—and so nuts about a guy—but
she couldn't help herself. He was indeed the Sex God, and considering that he
had yet to actually fuck her, she'd just spent the last two weeks having the
best sex of her life.
"Hey, handsome,"
she said warmly. She knew she was grinning like an idiot, but couldn't help
herself.
"Hello,
beautiful girl," Andras said, his voice low and intimate.
Then he
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