Althea was an immortal succubus, dedicated to a life of sexual pleasure. She lived
her life on her own terms, caring little for others. However, one fateful day she
was torn out of her own body by a deranged mortal. Forced to take shelter in the
nearest woman, how will she regain her power and her body?
Rachel Wainwright was a successful attorney, but one with a troubled home life. Separated
from her husband, fighting with her children, her life was cold and sterile. When
her long-forgotten sexuality returns to her, how will it affect her, and those around
Althea now shares Rachel's body and her mind. To return to her own form, she must
take power from Rachel's pleasure. And to do that, she must find work for her…Idle
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~You want him.~ a quiet voice whispered. ~Why not give him a suitable parting
Deliberately, she leaned back in her chair and crossed her legs, drawing his
gaze to her. Catching Jeremy's eyes with her own, she slowly unfastened the top button
on her blouse. She fingered the fabric, her fingers running up and down the exposed
skin. They stopped when they encountered the next button, and she held her hand there,
fingering the small disc of plastic. She wet her lips with her tongue.
“You know,” she said conversationally, “that I'm divorced. And I’m so horny
these days! Would you mind if I gave you a different sort of farewell gift, Jeremy?”
Dark currents are flowing through the home of Rachel Wainwright. A successful attorney,
she has become the unwitting vessel for a succubus. Now, in order to increase her
power and to escape the prison of Rachel's body, Althea is slowly turning the conservative
lawyer towards a more sexual lifestyle. While she waits impatiently for her husband
to return for the weekend, her eyes roam, wondering what pleasures might be found
among the other members of her household. Will it be her sexy maid? Or someone else?
No matter who catches her eye, Rachel and her family have become…The Devil's Playthings.
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“First of all,” she said, “We simply must do something about this uniform. It
is very unflattering for a woman with a body as lovely as yours.” She casually reached
up and started to unbutton Maria's thick, heavy blouse. Her eyes were wide and avid,
the pupils dilated.
In moments her uniform was unbuttoned to the waist. Rachel pushed it off her
shoulders, letting the garment fall loose to drape around her middle. Her cheeks
burning, she tried to cover her body with her arms, but failed utterly.
“Oh, stop it,” Rachel said gently. “Why do you try to hide your beautiful body?
I know women in my office who would kill for one like yours.” She walked around Maria
slowly, her hand trailing along the skin of her belly, her back. Her skin was strangely
hot as she caressed the length of her spine.
“Lovely,” she said, satisfied, as she came around to her front again. “But this,”
she continued, letting her hand graze the plain white cotton of Maria's bra. “It
won't do. When you come to work for me, I want something more.” As if it were the
most natural thing in the world, she reached behind Maria and unclasped her bra.
Her breasts sprang loose, wantonly exposed to her view.