Magda
I could scarcely breathe. I wanted to laugh, cry, anything—to suggest that her assertion of me being some kind of mythological sex monster was as contrived as it should have seemed… But the air was rushing from my lungs as her eyes, now a deep, glowing red in the darkened room, angled toward my mouth once more.
“May I kiss you, ?”
My mouth was dry, but I felt an aching in between my thighs that seemed to answer for me. I wanted her to kiss me; I was desperately afraid that she wouldn’t—or that I would suddenly vomit on her.
“I don’t understand,” I whispered. “I don’t understand why you’re telling me this.”
“It’s okay, my darling, you will.” Dr. Lowe tilted my face; kissed my cheek, a mere peck of her mouth against my skin.
The room swelled with heat once more. Her eyes gleamed wickedly, and I swear she stifled a rasping moan.
“You can feel it, can’t you? My power here. It’s what made you so weak-kneed when you walked in. It’s because you can sense when people around you are… shall we say, eager?” she said, pressing another kiss on my face, this time closer to my jaw. “You’re feeling my desire, . You’re feeling my want for you. But as much as I want to help you, I won’t go any farther than this if you tell me no.”
My heartbeat raced, and I found my eyes closing, I tilted my head back, almost subconsciously moving to let her get better access to where the pulse at my throat lay beating like a drum. Feeling people’s eagerness? Yes, I knew what she meant. I thought of the look between Derek and Concepción at my birthday party. I’d felt the sudden tinge of lust in the air between them—but couldn’t everyone? It was just something people could tell, wasn’t it? Didn’t people normally get lightheaded in large crowds where people were lusting for one another? Wasn’t that why my parents warned me about it?
“I feel… strange,” I said. “This can’t… It can’t be real.”
“Oh, but it is. What you’re feeling is the desire I unleash from my aura—it’s my own power. It helps me…” She paused to kiss my throat now, her tongue darting out along my neck. “…feed.”
I gasped, going weak in her arms as she pressed another kiss to my flesh, and another, working her way down toward the line above my tank top, beneath which, my nipples had stiffened at her touch and the way her mouth moved over my body. She laid me back on the couch and positioned herself above me, her breasts pushing firmly into mine.
I shuddered in her grasp, squirming and bucking toward her. I was both embarrassed to be so brazenly wanton with a person I’d never even met before and so desperate for her that I would have done almost anything for her to keep kissing me. She hadn’t even done anything yet that I hadn’t done with my previous boyfriends, but I was absolute putty in her hands. I could feel myself growing wet.
“Feed?” I panted.
“You haven’t had your sexual awakening, yet, since you’re still a virgin, so you can feel it but not comprehend it, right? Until you complete that rite of passage, even another succubus’s power will feel overwhelming to you. Even just being near an incubus may be too much for your poor body to handle. I can help. you, . I can prepare you.” Dr. Lowe looked up, meeting my eyes.
“…Prepare me?”
With a hungry look in her eye, she grinned and said, “I can make you feel pleasure and teach you how to make yourself feel good, too. This way, when you to lose your virginity, you won’t hesitate a bit. You’ll be able to have whoever you want. Whoever you want.”
I found myself nodding mutely. I wanted to believe her so badly. I was already so wet just from the little bit of kissing we’d done. The thought of being able to feel someone inside of me made my belly twist pleasantly.
I didn’t know if this was all a dream or some absurd prank, but I couldn’t deny what I was feeling. Her weight on top of me, those glowing eyes piercing into my soul; I wanted her to do whatever she wanted, and if I could have sex without vomiting or panicking, then maybe I would be finally be able to lose my virginity; maybe even repeat the deed with someone else. Maybe this was some kind of extreme therapy for people with serious cases like mine?
“May I kiss you, ?” she asked again, her voice breathless.
I hesitated. Did it matter if this was some extreme therapy for people like me? What if it worked? The smaller part of me wondered: What if she’s right?
I wanted to be touched. I wanted to be kissed. I wanted to have someone do to me the things the other girls had always talked about with such relish and abandon. I wanted to feel the way they’d felt when they discussed it.
I met her eyes, shivering as I answered, “Yes.”
Dr. Lowe pressed her lips to mine, smothering my body with hers. My whole being surged with something akin to electricity. I opened my mouth to gasp and beg as heat poured through me and waves of pleasure undulated from without and within, and in that moment, Dr. Lowe slipped her tongue against mine and deepened the kiss. I wrapped my arms around her neck, holding her tight. Her hands roamed farther south, slipping beneath my tank top and bra, fingers kneading my breast until I let out a moan that sent my back arching off the couch.
“Magnificent,” she whispered. “You taste every bit as wonderful as I’d thought you would.”
“Please,” I gasped. I didn’t even know what to ask for; how to ask; what I was asking. “Please.” It was the only word I could utter. “Please!”
“Of course, darling, of course,” said Dr. Lowe, returning to her ministrations.
She kissed me harder, faster, then moved her mouth down in agonizingly slow kisses to the breast she was twisting within her expert grasp. The moment her tongue found my nipple, something within me overflowed. A snap, a pop—something I couldn’t name. Need screamed within me, and I realized I was the one screaming. Pleasure was an ache; pain was delight—I couldn’t tell which was one and which was the other. It all poured out like someone had broken through a dam inside of me I’d never known was there before.
“Please,” I begged, her teeth scraping my breast, tearing the skin slightly. “I’m going to lose my mind!”
“No, love,” said Dr. Lowe as her mouth moved lower. She left her hands on my breasts but kissed her way down toward my belly button, her tongue swirling along the skin, dipping ever closer to my pelvis. “I’m going to help you find it.”
The door to the room burst open, and without warning, a surge of that electric heat swept over me, and I was I lost to the sensation.