Succubus' Tales

Tell Me

The effect of this wine, when accompanied by such a good view, was so much that I must have been staring at the Captain for longer than I remember, for his expression turned to puzzlement as I regained my senses.

I couldn't help but look down at my knees; it wasn't often that anything distracted me, that anything made me feel embarrassed. Yes, even though I hate to admit it now, I was turning pink about my cheeks. I could feel the heat as I looked down with unseeing eyes. A slow blink and my vision returned, only to find that my knee was touching Henri's. The thick silks of my skirts and the soft cloth of his breeches the only thing stopping almost all of our thighs from touching.

The heat increased, though this time it seemed to come off Henri himself. Radiating out of him into me was a heat, a desire that threatened to overwhelm even me. My breathing became shallow as I gripped the wine glass tighter; it's contents so close to my nose that the heady scent only added to the elation that I was feeling thanks to Henri.

I must have let out a gasp at that point, because Henri's smile took a wicked turn. So, he liked to play the game too, and he was aware of what his affect was, if not fully. Believe me, it takes a lot to make a Succubus blush.

"Oh, Persephone, your cheeks have turned a most beautiful shade. Like a rose beneath the summer sun." he put down his wineglass and reached out, stopping only an inch before he touched my cheek. "I can feel the warmth from here. My dear, you are an exquisite example as ever there was of how beautiful a woman can be."

My stomach leaped and something even lower tightened in anticipation as Henri closed the almost imperceptible gap between his hand and my cheek. The skin of his hand wasn't harsh against mine, but it was slightly rough and work worn. My eyes closed themselves and my lips parted as I breathed in his scent once again. His face was so close to mine by then that I could smell the wine on his warm breath as he caressed my cheek.

I swallowed the lump that had caught in my throat and it brought me back to my senses. Whatever had been happening to me, I couldn't let it distract me from what I was after. With my eyes firmly back on the prize, I turned on the charm again.

"Oh, you flatter me." I squeezed as much innocence into that one sentence as I could muster.

"You are worthy of it all, Madame, for your beauty outshines a thousand flowers under the brightest summer sun like your rose has never-before been seen."

I smiled sweetly, "Eloquent as well as oh so very handsome." I took his hand in my slender one, holding it close to my chest without touching even the lace of my neckline. "Tell me, how much do you want me?"

Though taken aback by my abrupt change to a wicked smile, Captain St. Juste was far too ensnared within my magic to protest. He stared at me, but it wasn't harsh, those amber eyes contained nothing but passion so they seemed to glow with a golden light.

"I do want you," his voice was little more than a sigh, his breathing becoming quicker. "I want you more than anyone or anything," his voice became stronger as the passion and need welled within him. "I want you so badly that it hurts. I want you in this moment more than I want life itself."

"Good," I said it slowly. Feeling that tingle between my legs, I knew that he was going to be good. I finally put down my glass before I stood; pulling Henri up by his hand that was still clasped firmly in mine. "What would you do to have me right now?"

"I would give away everything that I own and desert my own country just to throw myself at your feet. You are a goddess walking among men."

"Well, nearly." I said with a little chuckle. It was beautiful to make men want me so much that they would do literally anything for me. But maybe this was too much, Henri's brow was furrowed with intense belief and the look in his eyes was so truthful that even I couldn't go on teasing him like this. The time for playing was over. Now was the time for action.

Moving myself right into his body, pressing my bosom onto his chest, our hands entwined between us, I spoke: "Tell me, Henri, how do you want to take me? What would you do if I gave myself to you here and now?"

The question puzzled the Frenchman for a few seconds, a distant look in those beautiful eyes, before he lowered his gaze and his cheeks flushed. "The truth, Madame? Are you sure that is what you want?"

"Yes of course, I'll know if you're lying, and besides, the truth is always best."

"Forgive me, but the – the way that... I cannot." He pushed himself away from me, turning his back and taking a step so that I couldn't see his embarrassment. "No, it isn't proper."

"Please. Tell me, I want to know." I slid around his chair and came to stand at his back. Placing one hand in the middle of his back made him raise his head, but still he would not look at me.

"I want – I want to take you by the shoulders, to throw you forwards over this desk," he took a deep breath to steady his wavering voice, then spoke quickly, "I want to throw you over this desk and take you – take you from behind like a common whore." He lowered his head again, this time in pure shame.

"Oh, Henri, is that all?" I asked with a laugh in my tone, he had honestly thought that he may insult me with that, "Honestly, I thought it was going to be something bad."