Tom selects the Least scuffed but plain book, then shuffled to the checkout by the staff.
"That comes to a total of $7 please sir" the cute worker says with a relieved smile, happy to make it out of work.
Handing over the money, they send him out the door with his new purchase. Driving in the city is always notorious so Tom never felt the need to invest in a car, instead relying on public transport. Luckily tonight he's near to his apartment. Working as a legal firm receptionist isn't the most glorious job but they pay above average. A lucky find led to renting a comfortable little apartment about 20 minutes away from the CBD. Nightlife isn't far away and on Friday nights it's easy to hear the laughter and mindless chatter coming from below.
Dropping his bag onto a chair, undoing his tie, and trying to relax as his thoughts dwelled on the odd realization that the book might have been a bad impulse buy. Shrugging, he walks over towards a bottle of wine, a gift from a co-worker, and decides to pour himself a glass, wanting to unwind after the day he'd had and the peculiarity of that urge to buy a book.
Absently opening the book to see if it had an index or anything of note in the front pages, while sipping at his drink, Tom gets confused as he thinks he sees something on a couple of pages. Drawn to put the glass down, and placing both hands on the book while leaning down to see what had caught his attention, Tom suddenly hisses, a burning feeling on the palm of his hand!
"You know, when they trapped me in the book, you think they would have made a proper instruction page instead of silly bindings and no real explanation what you did would entail, eh?" Comes the voice of an amused female, her tone both seductive, smokey, and in an apartment that should only have one occupant!?
Shocked, Tom quickly spins in place, gasping at the sight of the voice's owner, a stunning yet oddly simply dressed woman who hadn't been there before. With brown hair flowing down her back in a french braid down to mid back, a simple black dress, that showed just enough cleavage and her figure to be both attention grabbing, yet not enough to give off the 'slut' vibe. Her arms were crossed under her generous sized bust, lifting them up slightly, she had an amused smirk on her face....her pink eyes being the only true oddity aside from her sudden appearance.
"Who the hell are you, and how did you get in here?" Tom asks, both confused and slightly aroused at the very sight of her.
He slightly scowls when he sees her giggle, her breasts jiggling being the only thing lessening it from anger and fear to just mild annoyance. Chuckling soon follows before she holds up a hand in the universal gesture of 'wait a moment'.
"Sorry, it's just, the last time i was out and about, the person that stumbled across me didn't bother to think beyond 'ooh, sex!' - it's a novel experience, then again, it's been a while from what i can tell," The woman says, moving over to the nearby couch, sitting down on it, crossing her legs, showing them to be long, milky, and sexy.
Tom's gaze is drawn to said legs, traveling up them slightly to the shadowed and hidden depths beneath the dress before shaking his head, focusing on the woman's face, which seemed to be both plain, yet beautiful.
"You didn't answer my questions?" He points out, earning a nod from the woman, who gestures for Tom to sit down.
"Well Master," "What?" "Master, if you keep interrupting i can't explain anything~" The woman teases, getting a glare from Tom, who holds his tongue to let her get on with explaining.
"A long time ago magic was a common enough thing that supernatural beings were still out and about, and some were terrorizing the humans of the lands. Sadly, when one being causes trouble, all get tarred with the same brush, and that is no different with what happened to me." The woman says, looking somewhat wistful for a moment before giving Tom a sharp look.
Tom freezes, as he had been about to interrupt the brunette, but then sighs, gesturing for her to continue, getting a smirk in silent reply.
"I'm a succubus, a 'demon' that feeds on sex and lust, as the legends likely go, though just like you humans, not all of us are 'good or evil'. Nearly a millennia ago, i was attacked while minding my own business, and trapped in that book. Over the centuries i've been found and used by my masters, as the book was designed - each one, if they progressed enough or such, adding their own additions to said book. You Master, are the most recent in owners of your very own Succubus~" The 'demon' finished, looking amused at the pole-axed expression that Tom was showing, as the whole story sounded so ludicrous that it would be impossible to state it with that calm yet alluring tone she had delivered it in the whole time she'd spoke.
"Wh-wha-what exactly does this mean?" Tom stutters out, finally getting enough control of himself to get the most pertinent, in his mind, question answered.
"Well, simply put, as long as you feed me, or allow me to find a way to feed, it all depends on what you want - and if you're willing to pay the price." The woman answers, looking pleased that Tom seemed to be smart enough to ask questions instead of panicking as some would likely do.
"What?" Tom asked, confused at the phrasing of that answer, and not sure if he'd like what her response could possibly entail.
"Simply put, while you are my Master, you only have a nominal amount of control over me and my powers, as in i cannot harm, affect, or influence you in a fatal way. In other words, i cant kill you with my powers or at all really, but i also could just walk out and go on a crazed feeding frenzy. However, you could negotiate me helping you, or doing favors for you using my natural gifts," The 'Demon' replies, rolling her eyes at the momentary scared look crossing Tom's face when she bluntly mentions killing him before it sinks in that she couldn't directly cause it.
"Okay then...what should i call you then?" Tom asks absently, not sure what to make of his bizarre night, as this was not what he expected when he was attempting to broaden his horizons spontaneously.
Chuckling, the woman locks her pinkish eyes with Tom's own, her voice taking on a seductive tone while answering, "You can call me Lilith~"
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