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

keen judge of character, and felt certain watching her interact with the world would give him a more genuine feel of who she was.
    Al’bah sniffed, pulling a pouty face and looked at her perfect form. “Why do I need clothes? Do you not like me as I am? Why do you want to cover my body?”
    Cain had to make a conscious effort not to roll his eyes. “Al’bah, I don’t know how things are where you are from. But here, everyone wears clothes, okay?”
    Al’bah, on the other hand, made no attempt to hide rolling her eyes, and she sighed comically in exasperation. “Very well.”
    He led Al’bah to his bedroom and got the smallest pair of pants and shirt he had and offered them to her. “Try these on.” With a little assistance, Al’bah finally got the two articles of clothes on. She looked down at her body and then up to Cain with an awkward look on her face.
    “What is it?”
    “I do not like the way this feels.” Al’bah pouted.
    Cain sighed and turned back to his closet.
    Dressing Al’bah proved to be quite an undertaking. First she kept trying to rekindle his desires and lusts back into passion. Then, she didn’t like the way his clothes fit and wanted to try on everything he had. Which wouldn’t have been too bad, but she had to inhale his scent on every scrap of cloth. And sometimes her wings would come out from her body. Cain could swear she was getting her wings stuck on purpose, to have him help her, to have him touch her. His impatience fought a losing battle against his amusement of Al’bah’s antics. He even caught himself grinning a few times in the mirror.
    “I still do not like the way this feels.”
    “Well, there isn’t anything left.”
    Al’bah slowly reached out and started to caress Cain’s shirt. She leaned in, placing her cheek against his chest and bundling the cloth to her nose, inhaling deeply. She sighed, letting out her breath in a strange vocalization, and eased back, biting her lower lip and looking up at him with pleading eyes.
    “You’ve got to be kidding me. Why didn’t you say so before?”
    “These will do.” Al’bah sighed, hugging herself with a large smile on her face as Cain quickly put on a new outfit.
    “What is this?”
    Cain looked up; Al’bah was holding silky red lingerie. But before he could say anything, she started to smell the swatch of cloth. What Cain saw next froze him with alarm. Al’bah’s teeth grew into fangs and her eyes burned yellow, much like Taint’s eyes did. Her hand closed tightly on the lingerie, and even from where he was standing, Cain could tell the force behind her grip was superhuman.
    “Wait!” he said, raising his hands, feeling the air around him change. The pleasant scent that he associated with Al’bah suddenly filled him with a sickly sense of dread. Al’bah started to walk toward him, bringing her hand to her mouth. She exhaled slowly, and the underwear burst into a brilliant purple flame that lasted only an instant.
    Cain backed out of his bedroom and slammed the door as fast as he could. His immediate first thought was to get his gun, when it dawned on him that the door remained closed; it didn’t take long to walk across his whole apartment, let alone his room.
    “Al’bah?”
    Al’bah’s voice drifted from behind the door space near the floor. “Let me out, Cain.”
    He placed his face on the floor to look under the door and could see less than half of Al’bah’s face pressed on the floor looking at him. The look she had on her face was blank, dead of obvious emotion. Cain could see her eye, wide and still glowing yellow. Her lips were pulled into a thin line accented with sharp fangs that didn’t quite fit her mouth.
    “Cain, why did you close the door? Let me out, please.”
    “Why don’t you open it for yourself!” he spat.
    Al’bah blinked and tried to reach her hand under the door. “I could. But I think it would be best if you did. I never had any intention of harming you, but I am not sure