Free Succubus Tear (Triune promise) by Andreas Wiesemann Page A

room was something more than just some sort of extraordinary alien. Al’bah declared herself to be a Demon. And since she was real, the place where she came from would also be real.
    “You are troubled,” Al’bah said, looking concerned. “I can feel it.”
    “I am troubled,” he admitted, not really liking the way she could sense his emotions. “You being here, being real, is something I am not prepared for. I don’t know how to react to this. I don’t even know how to keep you a secret. People will eventually find out about you, and soon after, the world.”
    Al’bah smiled and shook her head softly. “This will not happen so easily. You and I are Bonded. We are connected. You will find yourself unable to reveal my nature carelessly.”
    “What’s going to stop me?”
    “You,” Al’bah replied. “I do not hold any power over you that you have not given willingly to me. Even so, why would I want to control you?” She scooted closer to Cain and caressed his face. “Do you not know, you are above even the Angels? How much higher does that make you above the Demono?”
    “Demono? Don’t you mean Demon?”
    Al’bah frowned slightly. “To answer the questions you asked of me earlier about me being a Succubus, a Demon, and evil. And the question you ask now, I answer: I am, in fact, not a Demon. I am Demono.”
    “What’s the difference?”
    “Demono, in its most simplistic translation, would literally mean ‘not one.’ Which is to say, my race and I are not one with God. I am unsure what ‘Demon’ means for your language. But the translation for ‘Demon’ in my language identifies and labels a race literally as ‘not man.’ And both are separate from the Fallen Angels, whom Taint is among their number.”
    “Whoa, wait a second. The Bible doesn’t mention anything that you’re talking about,” Cain said as he scooted from Al’bah. “In fact, the Bible doesn’t mention anything about our Bond, Succubi, or—” Cain stopped talking, as Al’bah was nodding to everything he said with a soft smile.
    “That is true. The Bible does not mention anything about all this,” she said as she maneuvered into his lap and caressed his body with hers. Lips, hands, arms, legs, and wings all seemed to touch him. “No mention to confirm—or deny,” she moaned softly.
     
     
     

Chapter 10
    Jealousy Becomes Al’bah
    “You act like I tricked you, like I deceived you. I told you from the beginning that if you want love, to stay away.”
    —Cain Lamentson

    “Hold up, I need a second,” Cain said as he scooted away from Al’bah. Her hands were becoming hungrier the more she caressed his body. He had a nagging feeling that Al’bah was feeding him information slowly for a reason. Almost like she was hiding something, perhaps ashamed of what she might reveal.
    He closed his eyes and buried his face in his hands, trying to digest the information she had told him. It was all so overwhelming. He didn’t even know what to ask Al’bah. Every question he had asked, and every answer received, needed so much explanation. To understand what he really asked, and to know what Al’bah really meant by her answers. She shifted on the couch and slid behind him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and her legs around his torso.
    “Perhaps your questions and my answers could be a daily thing? I would not want to miss out on living while getting to know you, and you getting to know me.”
    He was about to shake Al’bah off, as she obviously didn’t understand what he meant when he asked for a moment. But Al’bah’s hands and body remained motionless. In fact, he felt a calming influence from the still contact their bodies shared.
    Cain glanced at the time on his cell. Indeed the day was getting along, and he hadn’t even left the house yet. “Yes, that would be best. Maybe we can get you some clothes at the mall. We can talk more tonight,” he said, deciding to observe her closely. He had always been a