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Scene #38
No Visible Means - Cassandra
Morgan stood for a
moment in the doorway, a succubus in the 21st century, a daughter
of Lilith. Cassandra was squatting on Jack's bed working her sexual
magic. Threads of light danced between her fingers and his chest
and abdomen. The scent of sex floated in the room. If she was not
stopped Jack would be drained of his life within three nights.
After the third he would look like his cousin Rafe, who died from
her kiss. Jack only knew the dreams of sex she wove for him not
understanding the danger. Far more frightening was she didn't know
how to stop this creature from taking Jack, the pain this man
caused her forgotten. "Cassandra, stop!" Jack moved
restlessly in his sleep, she continued manipulating his dream. "I
won't let you kill him." Cassandra didn't stop immediately.
Slowly she looked up at Morgan, and smiled, "You are the object of
his fantasies, Morgan. Did you know that? If I stop now you'll not
walk out of this room unscathed. Are you ready for that?"
Cassandra's wicked smile curled her lips; there was a spark of
mischief in her eyes. "He will take you by force if he has to. Are
you ready for that Morgan Williams?" "Cassandra stop!
The police are hunting you right now all I have to do is pick up
the phone and call 911 and they will be here in a few minutes."
Cassandra's smile turned mocking. "Ah yes, the police. They
are a bit of a mess aren't they? I will be gone long before they
could enter the room and you'll be here all alone with a raging
Jack Spur. Even the cops could not keep him from you. Decide what
you want my lovely Morgan." "I'll deal with whatever I have
to. I cannot allow you to kill him." "Your feelings are
showing, Morgan. You and Jack are a danger to both Kascidine and I.
How can I allow him to live?" Cassandra moved to touch Jack again.
Stepping forward Morgan was almost within reach. "No, I cannot
let you." She was not sure what she could do but she had to attack.
"His dreams are intensifying. He will be ready for me in just
a few moments." Cassandra watched Jack for that moment.
Morgan dove for Cassandra to stop her. In that blink of an eye the
succubus vanished, her laugh floating in the air. Morgan realized
she was lying across Jack's body, he was wide awake and his eyes
moving over her body. Suddenly she was aware that he was not
wearing any clothes under the few covers. He was fully aroused.
Ducking her head, she mumbled, "Sorry Jack, I just..." Without
finishing, she started to gather herself to get off the bed. Before
she could scramble off the bed his fingers wrapped around her arm
and held her. "If you wanted to crawl into my bed, all you
needed to do was to climb in. There's no need to be so rude. Just
raise the sheet and crawl in." The covers fell away from his torso
and pooled below his hips. Morgan groaned, the light in his
eyes told her that Cassandra was not joking when she said; Jack
would be driven by his need for sex. Cautiously, she spoke hoping
to reason with him, "Jack, the Succubus, Cassandra, was here. She
was going to drain you like she did Rafe." She flinched as his grip
on her arm tightened preventing her from leaving the bed.
Looking around the room he gave her an unholy smile, "I don't see
her. Where is she?" "She disappeared. I had to stop her,
Jack, so I tried to knock her off of you. The only way to do that
was to come across the bed, she vanished like smoke." She knew he
didn't believe her. It didn't take psychic abilities to know what
his thoughts were concentrated on. Surreptitiously, she glanced
down and saw his erection, it looked almost angry. "Jack, be
reasonable, let go of me." "You're the one who woke me up,
and now you're asking me to be reasonable." "Jack this is the
Succubus glamour. What you are feeling isn't real?" "Oh
Morgan, it is very real, very very real." Jack leered at her.
"Jack pleases, let go of me and let me go back to my room."
He stuck out his lower lip, "You are leaving so soon without
helping me out? Morgan, I thought you were more compassionate than
that." "Bloody Hell, Jack let go." Memories were flooding
back, all those afternoons all those times she had prayed he would
want something more than just his usual cum and go. His
nostrils flared. He pulled her slowly toward him. "Not much chance
of that, Morgan." He reached up and brought her down to him.
Morgan was lost to the feel of his mouth and his warmth against
her. The feel of him was more exciting than she had ever conjured
in her mind. The succubus spell seemed to envelop her as well.
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