Free Demons of Lust by Silvana S Moss Page B

she
whispered, and grabbed his collar, pulling him into a deep kiss.
    Despite his playboy attitude, Leon was surprisingly innocent and when he was forced into the kiss he gave a slight
mewl.  It was a strange sensation as he felt her tongue, hot and wet,
wiggle in past his lips and teeth, ravishing his mouth.  His own tongue
swirled back against hers. She stood to her feet, breaking the kiss, leaving
him flustered and flushed.
    “Follow me mon petit cher,” she
whispered, leading him away.  They hadn’t had lunch, but he couldn’t think
straight after their kiss.   He followed her away from the bustling
union to the quiet and solitary chapel on the other end of the campus.
    “What are we doing here ma cherie?”
Leon asked as they stepped inside.  He looked around.  He had only
been in the chapel a few times, but it was lovely, with stained glass windows
all around and a crucifix hanging above the pulpit.
    “You will have to forgive me Leon,” Dominique whispered, “Deceit, it is my nature.”  She pulled him close and
kissed him again.  Leon did not know what she meant as they kissed in the empty
chapel.  Her lips were soft and supple and tasted vaguely of strawberries
and honey.  His hands rested on her hips. He suddenly felt very faint and
dizzy.  The room was spinning.  Was this what it was like…?  To
be in love…?
    “I am sorry, Leon… Pardonnez-moi…” Dominique whispered as Leon grew dizzier.  She helped him lay
down.  Her hair falling slightly in front of her face she leaned over him,
playing with his blond hair.
    “Am I dying?” he asked, looking up
at her.
    “No,” she whispered, “But you
probably feel like you are, no?”
    “I do not feel… right…” Leon said, looking up at her, “You are so beautiful ma cherie.”
    “Do you love me, Leon?” Dominique
asked, tucking her dark hair behind her ear.
    “I think so,” he whispered,
reaching up to caress her face.
    “That’s no good enough!” Dominique
said, “I… I need to know that you love me!”
    “But… Dominique… I have only just
met you.. perhaps an hour ago…  You are… enchanting, but… how can I know
that I love you?”
    “Leon… say you love me…”
    “I… love you, Dominique…”
    His words were rewarded with her
lips on his again.
    “I love you, Leon,” she whispered,
“And that is surprisingly hard for me to do. I am stealing from you mon amour,
and what I steal, can never be truly returned.  Please let me give you
everything that you could ever want.”
    “Dominique… ma cherie… I don’t
understand,” the young man said, “If you need money, I am not lacking in it, I
can give you what you need.”
    “You can give me what I need,” she
breathed, straddling his hips as she spoke, “But I do not need your money mon
amour.  You love me, no?”
    “Oui, I love you Dominique.”
    “Will you always love me, Leon?”
    “…Oui… I will always love you…”
    “Then I can tell you the
truth…”  Dominique looked down at him.  Her dress was riding up as
she straddled him and he could see a flash of black panties.
    “I am not… like you…” she
whispered, “I am… I am not… human…”
    Leon looked surprised… shocked, and
slightly frightened.
    “What do you mean?  What are
you then?”
    “I am… a lust demon, a succubus,”
she whispered, looking downward, “I feed on your love for me.  I felt it
as soon as you came close to me, you are a man who is so full of love, I wanted
you so much for my own.”
    Leon’s heart sank and Dominique
frowned.
    “Leon… please… “
    “You used me… this is why I feel
this way is it not, ma cherie ?”
    “It is… but Leon… I do love you, I know I do.  You… you are the only man in over a century that I
did not kill.  How could I?  You are so sweet and beautiful. Please,
do not make me regret the decision…”
    “No… no ma cherie, you are
incapable of love, you are heartless and soulless.  How could I