The tides of fate are swirling. Althea, the immortal succubus, knows the time for
the final confrontation with the demon-spawn is nigh. As she prepares herself, she
is haunted by memories of the past. Will the love of her new family sustain her?
Or will she succumb to despair? No matter what happens, there is still time to indulge
in some...Guilty Pleasures.
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Alex twisted on the floor, turning to face Maria. “What are you saying?”
“I'm saying, beautiful man, that if you find Sarah desirable, so too do I find
her, lover. And there's no reason for us not to explore the delights God puts before
us. She is beautiful. If you want to make love to her, I see no reason why you shouldn't.
And I think Jeremy is very handsome. And I am sure he is a good lover, or he and
Sarah would not be so happy together.” She leaned forward and stroked his cheek fondly.
“You know I love you, mi lindo. And I know you love me. I have no fear that you will
not come back to me.
“If you want her, go to her.”
“Jeremy?” she asked. She stood, holding her hand out to him. Desire hit him
like a punch to the gut, and he found his breath growing short in his chest as the
lovely Latina approached.
“Sarah?” he asked her. “If you think this is a bad idea, just say the word.”
“Oh, no,” she breathed. Her eyes were wide as she drank in Alex's form sprawled
carelessly on the floor, just a few feet away. “I think this is a fantastic idea...”
The end has come. In the final chapter of our story, Althea, the immortal succubus,
knows that the confrontation with the demon-spawn Kincaid is near. To lure him into
their trap means putting the entire family in harm's way. And even if she succeeds,
will the love they all share survive? Because when all you hold dear is at risk,
sometimes you have to pay...Passion's Price!
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“So...you're doing this for me?”
“Oh, no. I'm doing it for me. I'm not worried about your performance tonight.”
She laid a hand on his cheek. “I know you'll be fucking brilliant. I saw it the other
day at your rehearsal. Someday, Alex, they are going to talk about you like they
talk about Booth and Barrymore and Olivier. You're that good. All you need is time.
And practice.” As his jaw dropped in astonishment at her praise, she continued. “But
I need a couple of things. First, I need your power. The cum of a virile young man.”
She closed her eyes, but her body shook in a shiver of desire, and she moved closer
until their bodies were all but touching. “If I am right, Kincaid will be the most
powerful demon-spawn I have faced in generations. And warding this house is a drain
on my resources. I do not dare face him unless I am at the peak of my powers. Your
seed will give me that.”
“I'm afraid, Alex. Not for myself,” she said hurriedly, as he opened his mouth
in protest. “I've lived a long life. Longer than anyone else on this planet, when
you think about it. If I had to, I would change many things. But I would not change
how I have spent it. When I look back, I think I have made a difference.
“But I'm afraid of failing. Of failing you and your parents and all the rest.
And of failing the Almighty herself. If I don't succeed tonight, if I challenge Kincaid
and he defeats me, he will engage in an orgy of destruction the likes of which this
town has never seen.”
She took a deep breath, and he was astonished to see tears glimmering in the
glorious depths of her green eyes. “Alex, I want you to make me a promise.”
“If I fail, if I die, and you somehow escape, I want you to call this number.”
She handed him a small card. A phone number was printed on the white surface in stark
black letters. No other information was to be seen. “I've given it to your parents
as well. And to the rest of the family. It will help you reach my sisters, Lucifer
and Tera. They will come. And when they do, Hell will pay.”
He nodded quietly and slipped the card into his back pocket.
“Good. That's done.” She sighed gustily. “I haven't been this nervous in years.”
“You have stage fright?”
She waved away his incredulous question. “Not really. Some. Screw it. Yes.
I'm frightened. Before, all I had to lose was my own life. Now,” she hugged him tight,
her breasts flattening against his chest. “I have a lot more at risk.”
Suddenly he felt a small, hot hand resting on his erect cock. When he looked
down, her eyes were twinkling, all sign of her prior anxiety fled. “Which is why,”
she husked sexily, “I need to forget about all that for a while, and concentrate
on your beautiful body instead.” With frightening ease, she had him naked from the
waist down. “Why don't you put down that silly script, and fill your hands with something