A slight shudder made me arch my hips, raising my ass toward his touch when he lifted his hand before he laid it down on my left cheek. Then there wer...e more soft caresses. More nerves sparking to life before shooting directly toward my core.My arms were folded on the bed, my forehead resting on them. My breasts pressed against the mattress, Chris's thighs firm and warm under me. I was lost in the moment...the rhythm of the song, the gentle touches from him.His first smack made me cry out,. So that the new succubus could survive, she was left on her own.Within an hour, Ishara stood on the blasted plains. In Hell, in her truest form, she stood tall and proud, muscular and lithe. Her skin was black as the void, her eyes empty globes of darkness. A leathery pair of wings folded her hairless body like a cloak, and her triangle-tipped tail swished behind her with a languid ease. A pair of horns, white as bone in the moonlight, crowned her brow. In the mortal realm, of course, she could. It was an ongoing hold that would be renewed each day until we arrived. If we didn’t arrive by mid-afternoon, the rooms were released back to the hotel and they would give our rooms to other guests for that day. The Tam family explained what would be happening over the next few days. So I made a quick comm to alert the hotel that we had arrived on Halpern and would need our rooms tonight and for the following three nights. Carla, Andy, and Oscar would stay in the Tams’ home until we departed. This is Seattle, after all, and it's not so cold that she wore pants, or even a thick skirt. It may be long, but the diaphanous fabric spills over her seated hips. The hem of the skirt is caught on one folded knee.Her husband is with her, and I wonder how many times my eye can sweep the room for an inadvertent look at her legs before he notices. She knows I'm agitated. A look at my phone affords me a downward pause that I can just cast to the side for a longer gaze. She must know what I'm doing.