Slowly, Rory returned to her chair in front on my desk.  Equally slowly, I dug in my heels and wheeled my chair back to its normal position.  We faced each other across the expanse of oak.  After several minutes, my gaze faltered while hers remained clear and direct.  I glanced down and said, "I believe you are a succubus, Rory.  Do you know what a succubus is?"  I looked up.
            Her eyes once again shined with innocence.  Slowly, she shook her head side to side.  "I've heard the word, doctor, but I can't place it.  What is a....a... succubus?"
            "She's bullshittin' you, doc!  She's knows exactly what's she's doing."
            Hush.  I leaned forward.  "A succubus is a kind of....of....demon."  There - I'd gotten the hardest part out.  "A succubus....."
            Rory was on her feet, hands planted firmly on the desk, leaning over - staring at me with a hatred hard to imagine but, when observed - unmistakable.  In a barely controlled voice, she said, "What did you say?  A demon?  A demon, doctor?  How dare you!"
            I could not meet her stare and looking at her hands, I said, "It's curable.  I...I know...how...how to cure it."
            I looked back at her face as she stood straight.  Her laugh was hideous in its evilness.  She cackled like an old witch.  Her face changed from beautiful to flesh rotting, horribly ugly.  As instant later, she was once again the fabulously gorgeous, Rory Morrigan.  "You can cure a demon, you say?  How, doctor?  How does one cure a demon?"
            I was scared, terrified actually.  I couldn't move as she walked around the edge of the desk.  As she reached forward, grasping the arms of my chair and spun me ninety degrees to the left, facing her.  I cringed as far back into my chair as possible and watched her face, her lovely face as it descend to within inches of my own.  Her perfume wafted over me, her breath warm and sweet caressed my face.

            "Tell me," she whispered.  "But first, explain what a succubus is...exactly.  Why do I awake to dead, sucked dry lovers?  Why am I unaware?"

            I cleared my throat and said, "A succubus is a demon in human form, that uses sex to devour the souls of men.  She...I've never heard of a male succubus...literally sucks the life from her victims, leaving them an empty husk of flesh and bone.

            "If ya gotta go, though, it's a helluva way," chuckled Lil' **** who seemed to have overcome his terror from earlier.

            Smartass!  Lil' **** laughed.

            "I'm not a succubus, doctor.  If I were a demon, as you say, I would know it, don't you think?"

            "There are rare cases whereby the demon doesn't change his own form.  Instead, he possesses the body of a human.  I...I believe that is the case in your situation.  When he...."

            "He.  You said "he" twice.  Is the demon a male then?"

            I shook my head.  "Sorry.  Demon's are neither male nor female.  I merely used the masculine to...."

            Rory leaned closer, her lips inches from mine.  "You're wrong, doctor!"  She stood straight and backed up a couple of paces.  I watched as she slowly, seductively began to unbutton her blouse.  I felt Lil' **** moving around, nervous but quiet for now.

            "Rory!  Stop!  Stop this instant.  I can help you, but you have to stop...right now!"  Perspiration formed on my forehead.  Unable to control myself, my penis began to swell.  I felt waves of pheromones flowing from her, engulfing me.  I pushed my chair back against the wall and tried to stand, but found myself unable to do so.

            "Oh ****, oh ****, oh ****..."  Lil' **** stammered over and over. 

            Rory removed her bra, her breasts were perfect.  Neither overly large nor small, they stood proud and soft, a slight glimmer of moisture coating the silky soft skin.  I tore my eyes from the sight of them and watched, mesmerised as she unfastened and dropped her skirt to the floor; standing completely nude and wanton in front of me.

            "Like what you see, doctor?  I'm all woman.  Not a gender-less, evil demon as you described."  Her voice was seductive, her movements more so.  She ran her hands across her breasts, downward to her crotch.  She toyed with herself and, while pushing a finger deep inside, she walked forward, stopping directly in front of me. 

            I watched, helpless, as she withdrew her finger, glistening with her juices and rubbed it across my lips.  Reflex took over and I licked my lips.  She pushed her pussy soaked finger into my mouth.

            Lil' **** screamed.  "BITE IT.  Take her **** finger off!"

            I couldn't do it.  I was lost.  I knew it.  She'd been acting the entire time.  Lulling me into believing her an innocent victim when all the time I was to be her next victim.

            The pounding in my head as Lil' **** careened around, screaming, banging and stomping on my weary brain was just so much background noise.  My senses were totally consumed by lust.  I believe, now, that the thought of dying; the thought of being utterly consumed by this monster...this beautiful monster...heightened, rather than diminished my urgent need to please her and achieve my own sexual release.

            "Yes, baby, that's it - suckle my finger, taste me.  There's more, much more."  Her voice came from everywhere within my new world.  I was immersed in a misty, dimly lit envelope.  My office ceased to exist.  The desk, the chair, everything vanished, leaving only she and I; and, Lil' **** somewhere in the background.

            She grabbed my tie and pulled me forward to kneel between her wide spread legs.  She took my head in her hands and pulled me into her.  Her musk surrounded me and I willingly parted her lips with my tongue.  Her thighs quivered against my ears.  Her fingers dug deeply into my scalp.  I sucked.

            Bang! Bang! Bang! Lil' **** pounded my eardrum again.  "Stop it!  Get a hold of yourself!  Oh, goddamn it....STOPPPP!"

            Heedless to Lil' ****'s cries, I was putty in her hands as she pushed me down into the plush carpet.  She grabbed my penis and held me as she lowered herself, encasing me in her velvet wetness.  Somewhere, I heard my moan of pleasure as she sank downward, stopping momentarily to sit on my thighs before beginning a slow, ecstatic rise.

            "You were fun, doctor.  I'll always remember you," she breathed.  Faster and faster she rode me.  Her fingers scratching my chest, her hips rocking to and fro, up and down.

            I was close.  Distantly, I heard Lil' **** yelling, "No, no, no, no....!"  But, I was beyond him.  I was beyond anything and everything, except my pending orgasm and, as my subconscious knew...my death.  Fleetingly, I wondered if she'd put me in a box.  Would I be aware of it?

            My eyes clenched tightly, I felt her lips on mine.  An impossibly long tongue caressed my throat and then, I felt her suck.  Softly, at first, she seemed to be timing herself with my ejaculation.

            I moaned.  I grabbed her hips and thrust my own upwards, burying my penis as deeply as possible.  As I began my orgasm, she began to suck harder.  I could feel my organs moving.  I could feel an intense heat spreading throughout my body.  I could.....

            Rory screamed and jumped to her feet.  Dazed, unable to move, I tracked her through barely open eyes as she stomped around the room, pulling at her hair.  "Get out!  Get out of my head!" She screamed.

            I managed to pull myself up to rest on my elbows.  Lil' ****?  Where are you?  What happened?