This choice: Really she's on the run and needs a safe house. Can she sleep in your bed? • Go Back...Chapter #3Safe haven. by: Gimlet   Your palms are sweaty as you leave school that evening and head down the road. A mile south you pull off to the side and pull your shoe off, as if you had a stone in your sock. As you fiddle you wait till the other kids have gone on ahead then turn to wait, hoping Lilith will show up soon.
Suddenly hands grab you from behind and yank! You collapse backwards into the bushes and vanish from sight. Struggling you pull up only to see Lilith staring back at you.
"Hey." she says quietly.
"Er, hey." you say... then realize you're laying on top of her... her formidable chest pressing into your shirt. Then you realize where you were staring and blush and bring your eyes back up to hers.
Curiously she just smiles, then glances down at her chest, where you were looking, for a second.
"Um... look. Alex?" She says, suddenly getting nervous again. "I really need a favor."
You look a little nervous yourself. So she wants something, that's why she was nervous?
"O... OK. What favor?"
She gulps.
"I need a place to stay... honestly... I'm on the run." You raise an eyebrow at this. "I am! They... Look I'm not what I look like, OK?"
She closes her eyes and suddenly the body your laying on top of becomes rather warm... and changes. She grows an inch or two, her hair turns from black to bright, glowing red, and her skin becomes a deep red too. Horns sprout from her forehead, a tail and batwings (also red) emerge from her back... and clothes vanish!
You are now laying on top of a rather sexy, naked demoness!
"See?" She says sheepishly.
You stare, managing to tear your eyes away from her chest after a few seconds, and realize she's waiting for your answer.
"But... but... why me?" you practically squeak. "I mean, tell me the truth, what could you possibly... need... what?"
As you said 'tell me the truth' she winced and a shiver went over her. You could see her almost deflate.
"I'm a succubus," she said simply "and I'm running away from Venger, the lord of one of the minor halls of hell. I stole the Phreelar necklace and he wants it back. When I arrived here I came to your school hoping to blend in, but knew right away that the other kids here were too raucous and callous for their minds to mask me. You though could. You're the first pure person I've met and if I stay very close to you they might not sense me."
Wait, did she just say that because...
"You told me the truth when I said 'tell me the truth'. Why?" you blink as she started to fidget. "Tell me the truth as to why you did that."
She sighed again in resignation.
"Pure souls can command me." she said reluctantly "Certain phrases of command make me do certain things. Like that 'Tell me the truth' thing. I can't avoid that. Please don't ask me to tell you the other commands?" she said, pleadingly.
"Er... I... OK." you manage
"Really?" She blinks. Apparently she expected you would command her anyway. "Th... thank you. I guess I'm so used to people being complete jerks I didn't expect you to be nice about it."
"Well, that's OK. I guess. but... what does you being a succubus mean? I mean, are you... intrinsically evil or something?"
"Um, well not exactly." She says, then pauses. "You aren't going to say 'tell me the truth'?"
"Well, it's not nice to compel someone like that. But I'd like you to tell the truth, yeah."
She blinks.
"You aren't just pure are you? There's something special about you... anyway, like I said Demons aren't intrinsically evil, we just feed off humans so we tend to end that way. If you have to suck out a human soul, or swallow them whole depending on what type of demon you are, you tend to end up not caring about humans... or end up starving!"
"And you...?"
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