Today we have the first offering in what promises to be a series which is several books long, at the very least. “The Succubus: Idle Hands” tells the story of two wildly different women, joined by a shared body.
Rachel Wainwright is a successful lawyer. However, one night on her way home for work, she witnesses a horrific accident. Hurrying to the scene, she comforts a dying man, and in the process, becomes the unwitting vessel to an immortal succubus named Althea.
Althea is enraged and terrified by her circumstances. She has been torn out of her own body by a foolish mortal. Forced to enter Rachel as a last resort, she is dangerously close to death, her mental and spiritual powers all but exhausted. In order to regain her strength, she must turn Rachel towards a more hedonistic lifestyle, one which will allow her to tap into the orgasmic energy which feeds her.
As the story unfolds, we will see both Rachel and Althea growing and changing in ways which neither could have possibly anticipated. And all within their orbits will need to pick a side against the darkness which lurks within us all.
See the excerpt below:
“It isn’t a cock,” she whispered, “but it will do for now.” Slowly, lovingly, she thrust her fingers into her channel. All the while, her other hand played with her breasts, dancing from one passion-swollen peak to the next, stroking and kneading and pinching until she thought she would scream.
Her climax grew slowly, as if it were out of practice and unused to her demands. She slowed down, keeping her eyes closed. Memories of her teenage years flitted through her mind. Times when she had hurried home from school, horny and itchy, desperate to reach orgasm. And then the long, frustrated wait in her bedroom as she fought her own body’s needs. She had learned to her dismay that an orgasm could rarely be forced. It had to be earned.
“Relax,” she breathed, repeating the mantra she had taught herself when she was fifteen. The word whispered through the muggy air of the bathroom. “Relax and concentrate. There, doesn’t that feel good?” she cooed, as she caught the rhythm of desire. Her hips rocked up and down, her hungry sheath swallowing her fingers. Even through the water, she could feel the walls of her vagina slickening.
“Almost there,” she gasped. “Almost…there!” She threw her left arm across her mouth to muffle her happy shriek as she came. Her fingers dove deep within her, her thumb mashed down on her clit. Her hips bounced up once, twice, then a third time, locking in place and sending a spray of water high into the air.
Whoa, she thought, when she finally opened her eyes. That was nice.
“Idle Hands” can be found on Carnaltopia here.
Or on Smashwords here.
Thanks again to Jo and Moira for an awesome cover!