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The Succubus' For Better or For Worse Part Two of The Succubus Bride Trilogy A fictional story, written by REIF DISCLAIMER: This is adult fiction with heavy transgender elements, if you find that in any way offensive then stop reading NOW. No character in this story is meant to resemble any actual person living or dead. This story is presented as part of a trilogy, the author highly recommends the sections be read in the correct order. (TSWN -> TSFBFW -> TSV) All rights are reserved by the author, excepting copyrights as noted. This is a non-commercial work of fiction. Don't Steal. Comments and feedback may be directed to [email protected]. Chapter 1 We live in a fantasy world, a world of illusion. The great task in life is to find reality. Author:?Iris Murdoch Three months have passed since the ending of "The Succubus' Wedding Night" Part 1 It did not know fear. The construct of putrid flesh and dark glinting steel that imperiously stood at the center of a rough hewn, circular stone platform at the very pulsing heart of its foreboding temple would never retreat from that unhallowed spot where it held absolute dominion. It would sink its dagger claws into the flesh of any that dared challenged it and rend the life from them until it could add their broken forms to the simmering, pestilent, unholy brew that bubbled menacingly along the periphery of the platform's edge. It did not know fear, and it had no concern for the motley group that gathered just beyond the doorway to its chamber. The stern leader of that band glanced into the faces of the assembled warriors, checking that the skilled veterans were prepared to give their best against the abominable champion of evil and pestilence that quietly awaited them. Satisfied, the Titan shouldered his way through the group to the threshold of the room beyond, the soft rasping of oiled exotic metals accompanying him as the plates of his dark armor shifted back and forth. The Titan spared a final look back to his compatriots and caught the gaze of the group's Priestess, his beloved. She gave her champion an anxious smile and then nodded her readiness as her fingers nervously twitched on the haft of her crystalline war hammer. Her love nodded in reply before turning back to their foe, grim determination setting into his stony face. With a final cleansing shrug and roll of his head, the massive Titan hefted his shield and sword and then broke into a headlong charge at his foe. The storm of battle was nigh. The dark construct roared, shaking the room to its foundations and charged towards the Titan that had challenged it. A blink before the battle was joined a corona of protective energy spelled out in complex lines and diagrams snapped across the Titan's skin as his love added her own protective wards to the armor and skill that guarded him. The construct's counter charge nearly overpowered the mighty warrior, the vicious sweep of its scything claws barely blocked. The Titan answered by digging the blessed crystal blade he had won from the horde of the Spider King into the creature's unliving thigh and braced himself for the inevitable counterattack his taunt invited. The thing retaliated with a flurry of sweeping blows that rang off the Titan's shield as the abomination sought a way past it's antagonists' defense. Its claws dug deep, tortured gouges in the thick, gray armor that protected the mighty Titan. A few wounds did find their way to the Titan's flesh but a stream of healing power washed over him every few seconds ensuring that he would not fall. The Titan grimaced from the injuries he sustained but a half smile crossed his lips as a merciless tide of eldritch fire, ice, lightning, arrows, and every other lethal art the group possessed engulfed the abomination. It was not the Titan's job to kill the unholy thing...he just had to keep it occupied and away from those who wielded far more destructive power than he. With that he concentrated on his defense and watched for the moment of decision he knew was coming. It came faster this time. The savaged abomination stopped its attacks and reached out its charred and frozen limbs towards the putrid brew that circled the platform. Any pride the Titan felt at the relative quickness of this battle was subsumed by the danger inherent in that instant and there was some fear in his eyes as he turned and drove his legs like pistons into the floor propelling himself towards the only safe point on the platform where the death liquid could not reach. "PHASE 2, PHASE 2, PHASE 2!!! MOVE!!!" The Titan commanded in hastily spoken, melodious, silky tones to its compatriots all of whom where running towards the same point. The last of the group, an elfin rogue a step behind the others, was almost there as geysers of unspeakably icky slime rose up from the bubbling pools waiting to rain down on the platform. The elf would have made it had he not twitched and suddenly jerked backwards a few strides. The Titan sighed in annoyance as the elf's melting hand reached for him a few seconds later. A click betrayed another's similar frustration. "I wuz there!!! I know I wuz...why do I always lag when its important?!" The disembodied voice of the elf lump near the Titan asked no one in particular. The Titan just rolled his eyes and ran back towards the abomination now that it had used its last truly dangerous ability intent on picking up where he had left off. In the background someone mumbled something about the elf upgrading his toaster oven. A moment more passed before the abomination bellowed its last and collapsed to the ground with a gratifying thud. A chattering of clicks ensued as a round of cheers and congratulations passed among the victorious combatants. A wizened old sorcerer pulled out a notepad and slowly sauntered over to the body of the group's defeated foe only to be interrupted by a insistent whine from the elf shaped lump. "HEY...Rez plz!" The Priestess shook her head and answered in a gruff baritone. "You know, I'm going to have to start charging you for reagents. I spend as much resurrecting you as the rest of the group combined McCoolio..." Her protesting insult lodged, the Priestess nevertheless worked an incantation of restoration and the lump of half melted flesh reverted to a living elf in a flash of light. "Alright, alright, pay attention. I don't want to be here all night," the sorcerer commanded. Suddenly all attention drew to a laser focus on the group's record keeper for it was time. The greatest thrill of the battle was nigh, greater than the anticipation of the contest, greater than the struggle of arms itself, it was this, the LOOTING, for which the band insatiably hungered. The sorcerer held up a glittering, exquisite gemstone necklace to everyone's visible dismay. "Anyone not got this already? Say something if you don't." A single voice piped up and quickly received the diamond necklace for his trouble. The high queen of the dwarves would soon be getting her ancestral royal necklace back, AGAIN. That sorted, the looter pulled up the next item and flashed up the description to the assembled group. The Titan's big, bright aquamarine eyes went even wider in surprise. "EEEEEEKKKK," a soft feminine squeal of joy was reproduced in a dozen scattered homes. "I take it you want the sword Zachthas," the sorcerer wryly asked. "Hey, that's a legendary epic-unique, lets not be hasty...Zachthas has only been with us...for...uh...three months," a nasally voice chimed in. "And that's how long he's been tanking for us, and doing a darn fine job to boot I might add," the old sorcerer interjected as the voice of impartiality. "She...," the baritone voice of the priestess gently corrected. "Ughhh," the sorcerer made excellent use of the /facepalm emote, "keeping the pronouns straight on you two is a full time job. Alright, does anyone have a LEGITIMATE reason for why I shouldn't award the sword to our cross-dressing tank?" A few chuckles echoed across the thousands of miles of sprawling cable connecting the various players and the Titan's owner gently bit down on her lower lip in worry as she imagined the gears whirring in a few of her compatriots' heads as they searched for a greed-fueled argument to deny her the prize she sought. A mangled line of text in response to an unseen question crossed her chat box. Knightlite: /whiper McCoolio "No she's not fat and ugly, you should check out the pictures she posts of her and her husband especially the one where she's wearing the green t-shirt. She's not wearing a bra in that picture. If that is really her then she is HOT with a capital H." Zoe sighed as all conversation both text and verbal came to an awkward screeching halt courtesy of the mangled command that had placed a private aside between two men into the public channel. Part of Zoe wanted to be indignant at being treated thusly but the easily invoked emotion of anger couldn't cover her gnawing certainty that had she seen the photos of herself back when she had still been Zach, his viewing of them would have most likely drawn the same lustful impression. She knew that she was undeniably gorgeous, her first consultation with a mirror after 'that night' had made that abundantly clear. It had taken several skittish days after her transformation before the surreal reality of her new maiden face, and the body and life that accompanied it had finally faded into the comfortable normality of her life. That normality though held several areas where she still struggled with the ramifications of what she had become. Her relationship with the brotherhood of men in general had been decidedly strained since 'that night.' The power that she and Scott had summoned to remake her on her wedding night had fully and completely flipped the switch on her internal identity. She had no doubts as to who she was, she was a woman through and through and that was that. However, that adjustment in and of itself could not cover for the fact that Zach, naturally, hadn't had the first clue as to how to handle being an insanely attractive woman in a world full of men. Zoe had inherited much of that initial limitation to her distress. Another line of text crossed her screen, whether the mage that had written it had done so to intentionally break the tense moment, or just out of greedy frustration Zoe was thankful for the change in topic. Mr. Freezy: "Why is it never the pants? You would think after killing him ten times the pants would have dropped at least once." xLegolassx: "You would wear pants that belonged to the champion of pestilence? I mean if you think about it that's just kind of...ewww." Mr. Freezy: "I would wear a rainbow colored, bejeweled codpiece if the stats were high enough." Zoe's mind churned for a few seconds attempting to process that image before she broke down into a fit of giggles and hysterical laughter. Behind her, she could hear Scott struggling, caught between a mouthful of drink and his gag reflex as he too worked over that frightening mental image. The rest of her compatriots and their associated avatars likewise erupted into a storm of broken text and clipped voices at that pronouncement. Zoe was sure from the spirited conversation that ensued that at least a few of the players present would have a new favorite quote in their profiles shortly. Thus distracted, no one complained when Zoe finally received the prize that she had sought for the past three months. She happily equipped it on her avatar and put the magnificent tool of digital destruction through a display of martial prowess that was a testament to a Warquest designer's skill at motion capture. The streaks of fire and burning red light carved by the imaginary weapon's lethal edge and engraved runes as it arced through its illusionary reality was truly beautiful to behold. It was everything that Zoe had imagined it to be, and yet now that she had accomplished her goal the victory rang with just the slightest emptiness, for the recent lecherous words of a man she barely knew had invited reality back into her fantasy world, tainting the moment. A slight frown marred Zoe's remarkable beauty as she subconsciously considered how apt that metaphor was for her life. Her victory over the creature that would have inducted Zach into its demonic sisterhood, won three months ago, had not cleanly ended the story, there was no 'and they lived happily ever after' for Zoe, only the continuing thread of her life. The true extent of the collateral damage inflicted in that chance meeting in an alley behind Riley's bar was still being tallied. Zoe's exotic nature had proved to be as much of a curse as a blessing to her in the following months, she was partly a succubus, a fantasy made real in flesh and blood, and the world, particularly its men, naturally wanted to embrace the fantasy for all it was. All too often the jarring disjunction caused when Zoe Carver, married woman, intruded on someone's affection for the fantasy Zoe Carver, succubus and sex goddess, had brought her unwelcome hassles. So far she and Scott had coped by turning all of it into another kind of game, counting the number of times Zoe had put a man on his back by causing him to walk into something, the incalculable number of times she had to make it clear she wasn't interested and married before some random man would stop flirting with her, and the number of times they had seen an internal battle of wills rage like an inferno in the eyes of nominally gay men and nominally straight women. Zoe's presence could ignite even the slightest doubt if her onlookers had any concerning which team they truly wanted to play for. It was a coping mechanism for the woman- succubus and her husband, but both of them had been playing that game frequently for the past three months and like any game played too often both of them were beginning to tire of it and its implications quickly. Zoe's contemplation of her succubus-hood ended at the same place it always did, at the litany questions she had which she did not have answers for. She sighed and logged out of Warquest leaving a fantasy world which had come with a printed instruction manual back to her ongoing life which sorely needed one. She looked over at Scott who was still attentively driving his character around a busy virtual market replenishing the supplies his Priestess avatar had used in the earlier battles. Zoe unconsciously licked her upper lip with the extreme tip of her pink tongue. There was much she didn't understand about her succubus half but the subtle tingling ache deep in the core of her being that had been growing steadily over the course of the day had a cause and solution well known to her by now. Zoe, the succubus, was hungry and needed to feed. Zoe quietly stood and carefully stalked towards her husband passing by the bookshelf where a small libraries' worth of women's magazines and books sat tucked into a corner, a rainbow of assorted post-it notes peeking from between their glossy pages, heralding where a former geek turned geekette had gleaned some useful tidbit of information concerning the care, upkeep, and fashions of the fairer sex. All around them a host formed of collected shards of imagination embedded in books, movies, games, and art sat waiting for the moment when Scott or Zoe would enter their worlds again. Zoe noted as she sneaked up on Scott perched on the toes of her small feet that many of his old favorites had seen little use lately, which was not surprising considering that a chief fantasy sought by their owner within their pages or images had already escaped to watch him as he reached down for another swig of his favorite beverage. The cold can of Pineapple Paradise Smoothie had just reached his lips when Zoe leaned down and released a warm seductive whisper from her moistened lips directly into Scott's ear. "You know I would think that you would be getting tired of pineapple by now..." Scott nearly choked on the fruity drink in surprise. He turned in his chair towards Zoe but didn't get a chance to discern the intentions of her ambush before she completed her maneuver by leaning in further, intercepting Scott's lips with her own. Now as she balanced herself with one of her small hands on each of Scott's thighs, her slender fingers finding purchase by digging into the thick manly muscle, her pink tongue darted furtively between her husbands stunned lips and stole his sweet pineapple nectar. Zoe reveled in the taste of it and sensed the rapid stirring her advance had caused between her husband's thighs; the very thought of his hardening manhood drove a wave of pleasure down from her center into the space between her own thighs igniting the first pulse of gooey warmth between them as her womanhood anticipated the imminent visit of its sole and favorite guest. Zoe would have continued but Scott's strong hands found purchase on the curving upward slope of her hips, his thumbs firmly pushing her backwards from their positions at the sides of her belly. Unable to counter his strength directly Zoe was forced retreat and grant Scott a chance to equalize the encounter. "Well you know me, I'm practically addicted to the stuff. I am surprised though that you're not playing with your new toy right now. You finally acquire the mighty phallic trophy you've been hunting and you immediately lose interest, I'm kind of disappointed." Scott teased his wife in more than one way as his hands worked underneath the lower hem of her shirt, his fingers gliding across the soft, smooth surface of her flat stomach. "Well," Zoe playfully countered, "I'm not really compensating for anything in that department anymore am I? Oh sure it will serve nicely, but it can hardly compare to another weapon I possess, it's kind has destroyed entire civilizations of men..." In emphasis of her words, Zoe captured one of Scott's hands between her own and drew it lower down her body, his knuckles grazing the curve of her abdomen formed by her warm skin and clothing, finally pressing his fingers with hers into the flat expanse of her groin. Scott took the hint and his thick fingers immediately began to slowly work in the gap between his wife's thighs massaging her labia through the material of her shorts and panties slowly stoking the fire of Zoe's aching need. "Maybe," Scott pondered slyly without stopping his ministrations, "but I was kind of hoping you might want to take your new toy and go raid the gnomes with me." "Hmm, a long pitched battle involving the indiscriminate slaughter of gnomes does sound like glorious fun, but I was thinking of something else. How about I commission the mightiest warrior I know to raid a special cavern, its a little warm, damp, and dark, but the loot is sooooo worth it." Zoe coyly answered as her petite hand rubbed Scott's which in turn was manipulating the outer folds of Zoe's cleft through a few thin layers of cloth. Her lips turned to kiss her husband's neck. Scott would have happily raided his wife right then and there, but he was suddenly uneasy as he noted the growing aquamarine luminescence in Zoe's eyes which brought the question he had been intermittently considering for the past three months back out to the forefront of his mind. He reached out his free hand and swept back the silky curtain of Zoe's golden hair with a quick motion to reveal a cute ear that currently ended in an acute, sharp point, confirming what he suspected. "Zoe, do you think its normal for a succubus to need to...you know...feed...this often? Zoe almost did a double take at the unexpected hesitant question, and rapidly looked up into the gaze of her beloved to search for the impetus behind his uncomfortable probing. His question was annoyingly valid and one she had considered herself, but her circumstances in that area were still the morass she had pondered earlier, this was just another one of the areas where she lacked even the most basic information necessary to guess at an answer. "I don't know, unfortunately that BITCH didn't see it necessary to leave a user's guide on my comatose body after what she did to me. YOU certainly don't seem the worse for wear..." Scott could not miss Zoe's frustration in the curtness of her reply, and her statement was true. He didn't seem to be feeling any ill effects from the rapid frequency of their lovemaking which he suspected was a byproduct of Zoe's unintended enhancement of his virility during 'that night'. Scott knew that most of the male population of the world would gladly trade lives with him to have a wife whose succubus appetites demanded near daily sating. He kind of felt silly for bringing it up at all, but the truth remained that neither of them could satisfactorily answer the question he had raised three months prior. 'Zoe what on Earth are you?' was still a giant question mark, and while Scott loved Zoe, the woman, deeply, his inherent relationship with Zoe, the succubus, was more changeable. The two were inseparable he knew, but that didn't stop his thread of worry. There were people who kept exotic predators like tigers as pets, living with the creatures in interesting, dynamic, loving relationships right up to the point where something went wrong and the human partner lost a limb or got eaten. Scott loved his wife with all of his heart, but that mental thread always came back to haunt his thoughts and raise the specter that he was making love to a predator that existed in a class all her own each and every night. It was a sobering thought, but he tried not to dwell on it. "You know, I bet Knightlite's head would explode if you told him that you did not even own a bra when you took that picture," Scott carefully remarked as he reminisced about Zoe's crash course in the acquisition and use of lingerie. Scott hugged Zoe and felt her tension slowly melt away as they left the sensitive subject of her unique nutritional requirements behind. "Which one?" Zoe giggled and gave a Chesire cat smile as she pressed her soft breasts into her husband and ended the conversation with her favorite trick, standing on her tip-toes and locking her rose-pink lips with Scott's. She did not protest in the least when Scott's hand left her cleft to join its twin in snaking from the inward curve of her lower back around her rounded ass curves and down to the backside of her upper thighs. Her giddy anticipation reheated itself as she felt her weight coming off the delicate toes of her petite feet and onto Scott's large hands where they held her under the sleek upper expanses of her creamy thighs. She pressed her body in tightly to Scott's and invited him to carry her to the act she craved. Scott obliged with the strength his wife had given him and her feet came off the ground entirely. A few thundering heartbeats later and her back was again resting on the same bed where she had been reborn and from which nearly nightly she took the sustenance that she needed as fuel. She could consciously deny that need for a while though it would make her irritable but the little experimentation she had done in self-denial had ended when she had felt the same symptoms, the burning electric lust, that she had felt for those horrid three days prior to 'that night' starting to rekindle within her. So as she had done that first night, she did again nearly every night hence, surrendering her sex to Scott in exchange for a fresh dose of his maleness which she consumed as a succubus to preserve her existence and sanity as a woman. This night was no different, the waistband of Zoe's shorts yielded quickly, exposing the delicate fabric of her panties including a glistening patch of satin bridging the gap between her thighs where Scott's earlier massaging had brought forth a trickle of slick femininity from Zoe's primal depths. Zoe trembled in anticipation as Scott hooked his fingers around her panties, the final guardian of her feminine modesty, and rolled the soft satin fabric down the curves of her silky legs. Scott paused for a second and brought Zoe's lingerie up to his face to drink in the sweet scent of his wife's essence and womanhood, there were few aromas headier. Zoe contented herself with tracing circles with her tapered fingertips around her erect nipples through the material of her t-shirt and rubbing her slender knees together as Scott took a moment to discard his pants. Once done, all it took was a soft feathery caress and the gentlest of pressure from Scott's fingertips up the curve of Zoe's inner thighs to make his intentions plainly clear. Scott too trembled slightly in anticipation as the pair of shapely thighs before him parted company, opening a feminine gate to him as his wife's legs spread wide in an unspoken invitation. Scott did not immediately seize on Zoe's offer for him to take her. Instead his firm fingers continued tracing up her sleek thighs, converging at Zoe's eager slit. Gently, he pressed open her folds and sought her clit, a low purring moan from her velvet lips announcing his success. Scott's ministrations quickly brought a fresh wave of gooey warmth up from Zoe's depths as his finger traced a circle through the slick wetness around the small stiff, pink bud that once, in a past life, been an equal for his own member. That comparison however, did not often cross the minds of the two lovers. Thoughts of what had been were lost in a tide of passion as Zoe softly whimpered with joy as Scott moved to mount her, the tip of his member pushing in past the first set of soft folds to kiss its counterpart clitoris before diving downward towards the entrance to the womanly grotto that Zoe's clit kept its unending watch over. A soft soprano squeal counter pointed a deep baritone sigh as Scott entered his wife and Zoe tensed as her folds embraced her husband, her cute toes curling with the pleasure invoked by her husband's entry into her sex. She locked her legs around him and sought his lips with hers, the wonderful feeling of the first wisps of male essence dancing on both sets of her lips as she drew those intangible vaporous streams into her body. Her breathing was quick and heavy as Scott throbbed within her, his maleness driving towards that sublime point deep between her hips as her femaleness embraced that demanding drive intent on pulling it ever deeper down to the same point. Her eyes flashed a luminous aquamarine between her blinks, and a soft blue-green light pulsed through the cotton fabric of her t-shirt at her breastbone as she began to feed in earnest, drawing tendrils of Scott's masculine power into her core where they were captured and stripped of their essence. As her reserves of power refilled her euphoria grew, the sense of churning energy within her combining with the shockwaves of pleasure that flared through her body into a electric sensation very familiar to her by now as Scott drove himself into her over and over again. This time, Scott reached his limit first, his hips tensing as he delivered a powerful slug of himself into Zoe's waiting vagina. The payload of male essence the transfer carried, and the resulting wave of bliss it brought to Zoe's consciousness as her succubus half gorged itself on its strange meal was more than enough to finish her off and she groaned in joy for a moment as a few aquamarine tinged arcs of silver lightning crawled around her shoulders to dance on the substantial curves of her breasts before finally dissipating or arcing into the small oval gem that shined at the upper limit of her cleavage. Her needs for the moment met, Zoe collapsed, releasing Scott from the tight grip of her curvaceous legs. He wobbled for a moment drained by his exertion and pleasure before finally rolling into a position next to Zoe on their bed. It was over, Scott and Zoe had made their necessary offerings to the other and there was nothing left to do but talk in gentle caresses as fatigue slowly claimed them. Zoe caressed him lovingly as Scott drifted off to sleep feeling the warmth of his seed in her belly dissipate as the last embers of it's masculine essence were siphoned off, killing the potential of the sticky white fluid. In a few more moments Scott's gift would be little more than a soup of organic proteins which itself would soon be absorbed. It was a necessary sacrifice to keep her sated, Zoe knew, but that limitation inherently tied to her intrinsic nature had sparked a notable worry all her own that she had yet to discuss with Scott. Namely that until Zoe, woman, figured out a solution to the mechanics imposed on her by Zoe, succubus, her love-making could only be used for her pleasure and sustenance. The deeper purpose tied to her nightly acrobatics would remain beyond her. Zoe might repeat this night ten thousand times over and not once would she ever conceive from the act. It was a sobering thought for the young woman to consider that she might be barren, but she tried not to dwell on it as she too drifted off to sleep. Chapter 2 Scott opened his eyes to find himself standing beside a serene rock- filled pond, red koi fish lazily tracing their way through its lilies. Around him blossoming cherry trees filled the gentle breeze with heavenly scents and falling sakura petals. Far in the distance a snow shrouded peak that he surmised must be Mt. Fuji loomed. A quick look down at himself revealed a gilded suit of archaic samurai armor complete with a katana. Scott sighed a little, feudal Japan was one of Zoe's favorites for their shared dreams but she typically made him play the straight-man samurai to her stealthy ninja which invariably left him at a disadvantage in their chases in this setting. He had kind of been hoping for a movie reenactment or maybe something with sci-fi blasters rather than more swords, but it was Zoe, the succubus, who as part fantasy creature herself ruled here in the land of dreams and fantasies. She was Empress here in her domain so it was she who invariably held home-field advantage and the right to pick the scenery. He had a pretty good idea though why Zoe had brought them both to this particular dreamscape. A continued scan of his environment finally revealed what he searched for, at the far bank of the pond a beautiful geisha sat in a billowing pink silk kimono playing a slow haunting melody on a koto. This idyllic fantasy of ancient Japan would have been perfect except for the minor detail that said geisha had blonde hair and wasn't exactly of Asian stock. Scott kept his hand on his dream sword as he walked around the peaceful path towards the woman he assumed was Zoe. As he approached her he hesitated. "Zoe, if you're still irritated about the question I asked you I'm sorry. I know it's a sensitive area for you." Scott's answer came in the form of a razor sharp throwing dagger aimed at his head. Only a blindingly fast stroke from his katana deflecting the kunai away saved him from a messy dream death. "Irritated? Oh Scott if I was irritated you would know it. You'd be standing there without a stitch of clothing and nothing to stop me from having my way with you. You'll note that you aren't naked and I did give you a weapon." Scott would have thanked her but the slight light headedness and disorientation sweeping over him that always accompanied Zoe changing something in a dream reality made him stop. He held out his sword and began to protest her actions but stopped at the realization that she had replaced his formidable blade with a limp rubber chicken. That was not all, his hand and arm immediately in his field of view was now bare rather than clothed. A quick furtive look down at himself belied Zoe's truth that he wasn't naked but his sole article of clothing now consisted of a triangular patch of cloth at his groin bedecked in a riotous display of gemstones of every color and hue. A codpiece, a bejeweled, rainbow codpiece. "I hate it when people give you ideas," Scott mumbled only to find Zoe darting off through the cherry trees her teasing laughter twinkling in the wind, signs of every shape and size on them proclaiming that the only way Scott would be rid of the embarrassing thing would be to catch the erstwhile prankster. "I do love to chase you though," Scott softly added with a smile before sprinting after his wife. Through rice fields and villages, pagodas and temples, from a market in Edo to the top of Mt. Fuji he chased her, the limits of human endurance and physics left behind here as they nearly flew through their common dream. He finally caught her deep in a bamboo forest hours later, his hands beginning to explore her wonders in compensation for the figurative miles of winding torturous path behind them when the event he always dreaded occurred. (BZZZZT, BZZZZT, BZZZZT, BZZZZT) An alarm buzzed through the forest announcing that elsewhere beyond the borders of this tranquil reality the sun was rising and that the reality of new day had come to end the playtime of their personal wonderland. Zoe disappointedly sighed and disappeared from beneath Scott's hands and the forest, which met its daily oblivion as it's creator woke. Scott was not far behind and only Zoe's soft warmth where she laid cradled in his arms softly smiling at him as he opened his eyes mitigated Scott's disappointment with the new day. Life however went on and no dream feast summoned by Zoe, however tasty, could feed them, or treasure conjured by her mind pay the mortgage. Thus despite everything that had transpired, each and every morning the two still rose, showered, ate breakfast, dressed, and left together for their daily tour of duty at Inventech. The details might be different, but the core of it was unchanged, Scott still put on his pants and Zoe still put on her pantyhose one leg at a time as they girded themselves for the battle of the daily grind. The shared ride in was usually quiet and today was no different. As Scott watched the morning light play on Zoe's features as she calmly sat in the passenger seat he wondered how much of that stemmed from the fact that each of them would have rather have been in any number of fantastical worlds and how much was simply the tradition between them that started back in those first few days when going into work was an unknown, perilous activity that risked both their reputations. Fortunately, Zoe's abilities were not solely limited to dreams, that much they knew from what Zoe's rapist succubus had done to her. They knew little about the demoness but what they did know proved to be an invaluable jumping off point, especially the great help rendered by simply knowing that it was possible for a succubus to mentally influence a chosen target. It had not taken long before Zoe discovered that she too could summon that dark ability by playing to mankind's most primal urges. As long as someone felt affection for the fairer sex it was only a matter of how much subtly disguised flirting it would take before that person would be putty in Zoe's hands. Granted, it wasn't anywhere near full control and extreme requests would quickly break the entrancement but a small, inconsequential favor like asking a man to correct a documentation 'error' and replace all the instances of Zach with Zoe had proven surprisingly easy especially considering that despite its work on the progressive edge of technology most of Inventech's key managers were men and not above the charms of a shapely blonde. The two of them had even caught a break when the uptight matron that kept the Human Resources records had surprisingly shown a hitherto deeply buried inclination to play for both teams. Zoe might have bitterly complained about the morality and ethics of what she was doing but she had nevertheless spearheaded the necessary crusade against her past identity with gusto. The only problem left had been unwaveringly straight women and dyed in the wool gay men, but Scott, remembering that night at Riley's more clearly that Zoe, had come up with a workable solution. Scott knew from the blank in his memory that Zoe's rapist had done something to make everyone in that bar forget her, it was that ability that Scott prompted Zoe to search within her darker half for. Unlike simply pouring on her enhanced charm and working her mental hooks into some love struck man or woman, that mind warping aura on a mass scale had proven far more difficult for Zoe to instinctively grasp. Scott still struggled to not laugh at the memory of Zoe in the park only a few days removed from 'that night' looking very constipated as she stared intently at various pets and people from sunup to near dusk trying to convince them that she wasn't really there. Scott remembered the moment of pale triumph when a older couple on a pleasant walk had marched right into Zoe from behind as she stared into the eyes of a Chihuahua with a cobra gaze utterly focused on confounding the simple mind of the small dog. Their hasty apology that day had been basic, but telling, "sorry we didn't see you there." Zoe had practically fallen down at their feet, tears of happiness decorating her face, "OH THANK YOU, THANK YOU, Thank you!!" She had cried. The couple had hastily excused themselves unsure what exactly had transpired and wanting to be away from the strange woman, or at least the matriarch of the pair had, Scott wasn't so sure about her husband. "Ha ha," Scott chuckled wiping a tear from his eye as he tried to concentrate on the road. "What?" Zoe inquisitively queried, unsure what had caused her husband's outburst. "Sorry was just remembering the Chihuahua in the park, it's just kind of funny." Zoe paused briefly before giggling slightly, it WAS kind of funny now that things weren't so serious she admitted. The whole episode did put things somewhat in perspective and Zoe appreciated the sun filtering down to the street through the morning haze just a little more because of it. Yes, Scott thought, once Zoe got the hang of the basics concerning that aura things had worked out rather well. It hadn't been that difficult for her to retask the aura from making people not notice the presence of a succubus and forget the specifics of its hunt to making people forget that Zoe had previously been Zach. So far it had worked beautifully even if the lie's maintenance in those first crucial days had burned through her energy reserves like crazy. There had been numerous close calls but not a single woman at Inventech had reached that final epiphany by putting the obvious pieces together and deducing that Zachary Miller and Zoe Carver were one and the same person. Yes, things were getting better. "I don't suppose you could use your Jedi mind trick to convince Ben that I'm the greatest accountant in the history of Inventech and terribly deserving of a raise," Scott ended his rhetorical question with a sigh. "Hmm, the ethics of it say no, but I'll tell you what, if he asks me one more time to setup that private network cluster for him I'll consider it. Of course I'm not sure he'll be of much use to you after I'm done with him," Zoe nonchalantly threatened their hated mutual foe as she examined the finish of her nails. "I'm thinking the ethics would not approve, besides would you really be able to stomach acting like you wanted to be with him?" Scott glanced over as he worriedly questioned his wife, a touch concerned that he might have encouraged something that he would later regret. Zoe broke into her Chesire cat smile, "Oh don't worry I have no intention of mind-fucking him... well...at least not with any supernatural abilities. I don't think he'd fare so well if his computer just so happened to be infected with that devious little virus I collected off the network last year. The barrage of gay porn it downloads and unleashes can't be good for anyone's mental heath, especially should one of it's timed executables happen to go off during one of his presentations. I can't predict the psychological and professional impact on your dear supervisor should all the corner office suits be exposed to some man butt-sex." "Ooooohhhhh, Madam your depravity truly knows no bounds, but won't he suspect you," Scott melodramatically intoned. "Nah, I'm cute and lovable, no one ever suspects the cute and lovable girl...MWHAHAHA," Zoe answered Scott's melodrama with her own maniacal laughter. "And you're sure that you aren't cheating what with the 'you don't see me' bit," Scott raised an eyebrow at his allegation of misconduct. "Oh, but Scott, I would think that you of all people would understand 'The Value of Not Being Seen, the first lesson of which is To Not Stand Up. Choosing some truly excellent 'cover' isn't cheating at all,'" Zoe purred in her best faux-British accent which was not quite the equal of John Cleese ending with a resonating musical laugh. "God you're beautiful," Scott softly exclaimed as he turned his car into the Inventech parking, his eyes drinking in Zoe's every detail. "Hey, no touchy, the last time I let you get touchy the rest of the IT guys were asking me where I had stashed the pineapple in our office. I am not spending another day explaining to them that no they can't have some of my personal fruit." Scott just smiled as he parked. The walk up to the large slab of a building was usually dreary, but today the flat, uninspired, blocky concrete mass had little hold on him. The swivel of Zoe's hips within her skirt had mesmerized him and for the moment the memory and promise of what that oscillating motion represented was his sole care. A moment later and they were at that normally saddest of places in that dreary kingdom, the first hall junction where the two parted each morning. Zoe turned back to wave her usual goodbye but Scott caught her small hand. Before she could protest he pulled her to him and planted a kiss on her glossy lips. The act surprised Zoe but she quickly relaxed and her body began to instinctually respond. A heavy breath escaped her, but Scott was already betraying Zoe's libido. She was surprised doubly so when Scott abruptly spun her around to face down the hall and jolted her forward with the lightest of slaps on her full ass. He was already briskly walking down his own hall humming to himself for the kiss he had stolen and savoring the taste of Zoe's cherry lip gloss before Zoe had fully processed what had just happened. Zoe took a moment to collect herself and headed down the hall cursing herself for telling Scott about her issues with her personal fruit, she had no doubt that he was going to be extra frisky tonight after thinking about her smelling like a pineapple all day. That was okay she thought to herself, she would get even, Scott had to sleep sometime, and when he did...well he was overdue to get chased by a giant man- eating pineapple. She was starting to plan her revenge but stopped as she noticed a pile of ceiling tiles on the floor, an old worn wooden ladder setup next to them. On the ladder's top step a thin figure dressed in old stained denim was only half visible, his head and torso buried in a collection of pipes that ran through the ceiling. Zoe carefully stepped around the tiles on floor noting that some of them seemed to be sporting fresh water stains and looked up to watch Inventech's resident maintenance man, Werner, mumble some choice words as his battered wrench did battle with some bolts that hadn't seen a drop of grease in twenty years. "Hey Werner, is the second floor water main giving you troubles again," Zoe sweetly asked. Werner's quiet swearing abruptly stopped as he looked down into the bright aquamarine eyes of the person that had posed the question. "Yeah, I reckon it is Mrs. Carver, I keep telling them up in the corner offices on the third floor that the buildings nearly as old as I am. I've watched her for nearly fifty years and I can tell she's sick in a few places but so far they just keep telling me there's no reason to replace the plumbing. I told them last time that if the main gives out and shorts out all of Mrs. Carver's fancy machines that you would be mighty unhappy with them but that didn't seem to go anywhere." Werner finished his wistful tale by patting the large pipe. He couldn't bring himself to tell Zoe that his passing reference to her in the last budget meeting had made a number of the men present very uncomfortable before they had each discretely shifted their pants to accommodate some rapid swelling. "Why do we still have her buried back there in the far corner of the building," the CFO had blurted out to no one in particular which had brought a few hushed murmurs of agreement. "Boss we've been over this, think about the lawsuits, mountains and mountains of lawsuits," Phillip the CFO's assistant had hastily interjected in fear from the corner as he alone in that group wasn't susceptible to Zoe's charms. Werner couldn't help but note the look of worry on Zoe's face as her features subconsciously scrunched up thinking about the catastrophic possibilities that came with water getting into her electronics. "You really think that this corner of the building might flood," Zoe worriedly questioned as she considered the unthinkable. "It might, but probably not, I'll keep the water flowing and the lights on as long as you keep your fancy blinking machines working. How's that deal for you," Werner shakily answered in his thin voice. Zoe's face brightened considerably at the pronouncement, "Deal," she happily chirped as she left heading for the common IT room only a few more paces down the hall. Werner watched as Zoe Carver walked away wondering how such a woman had come to reside in his little corner of the building. She was exceptionally pretty he thought, but he was old enough to be her grandfather and age had all but consumed his appetites in that regard. Long ago, had her picture been passed around a circle of weary young men huddled around a lantern in Korea Werner knew he would have desired her along with the rest of the men present, but that was before he had been chosen to escort a remarkable nurse named Martha. Now all Zoe's sinuous curves could do was remind Werner of the woman he had married decades ago, the same woman that life had taken from him before Zoe Carver had ever come to walk these halls. Zoe had once asked Werner why he still worked here, the last employee left from the companies' original founding back in the 60's. He had dodged her question then but the truth was that he had been there so long that he wouldn't have known what to do with himself without his second wife. His second wife however was growing more and more cantankerous with each passing month and a low pressure rumble in the pipe next to Werner's head reminded him how grumpy she was today. Werner turned back towards the complaining pipe as the sensation came back, the cold crushing sensation that seemed as if an ocean was pressing down on him. It was the same sensation that had been getting worse now for the past few weeks and Werner knew that he needed to see a doctor about it. Slowly the sensation passed and Werner shakily ran his hand through the sparse ring of white hair that formed a "U" around his bald head, he still had enough to live for that this reminder that he might have some sickness unknown to him, and the threat of it to his life was distinctly unsettling. However, the moment had passed and the world was again as it should be so Werner returned to his pipes for he was almost as much a part of the building as they were. Zoe paused briefly at the entrance to the IT room noting the small brass nameplate among its peers that was clearly newer than its compatriots that read "Carver, Zoe" in small etched letters. Werner had done that too and she spared a look through the door to her left that led into Werner's workshop where enough various half-used cleaning supplies, old polishes, and acrid solvents sat among enough battered vintage tools to keep a nostalgic mad chemist busy for years. The maintenance and IT departments had both been banished to the far rear corner of the building together where they shared a wall. Zoe sighed and opened the door in front of her noting that for once Matt was here rather than at the factory. Zoe marched to the back wall and surveyed the racks of gently humming servers like a shepherd vigilantly inspecting her flock. Her train of thought was broken by the sound of Matt gently sniffing behind her. "Zoe, what is it with you and pineapple? I'm going to be so hungry...," Matt's complaint stopped abruptly at seeing the harsh, withering glare that Zoe was giving him over her shoulder. "Don't." "Okay, okay...just saying is all," Matt apologetically offered. "Good," Zoe flatly emphasized as she walked back to her computer and brought it out of sleep mode satisfied that her earlier quick divination of the legion of tiny flashes of light emitted by her server clusters had revealed nothing out of order. "Okay, lets see whom among the technologically illiterate breaks something first today shall we? Zoe's question was not directed at Matt but rather at the two figurines which sat at the top of her computer case. The first of Mr. Fantastic had always been there, a personal reminder to first Zach then Zoe that outthinking a problem was just as viable an option as brute forcing it. It had recently been joined by a second figurine of Sigourney Weaver as Ellen Ripley complete with a pulse rifle and the corpse of a dead Alien. There had been some speculative discussion among the other IT staff as to why their compatriot had added that particular figurine but so far Zoe had refused to elaborate concerning the significance of the addition. A smile worked its way into the corners of her lips as an indicator changed status on her readout, a particular machine had just logged on in accounting. Scott knew he was going to get grief for sparking Zoe's arousal but it had been so worth it, the little "eeep" that had escaped from her glossy lips as had patted her rump even through her skirt would be a memory that kept him going all day. Not even getting ambushed by Ben had soured his mood. He was humming gently as a head crowned with a mop of brown curls poked itself around the edge of his cubicle behind him. "Hi, Debbie," Scott flatly greeted without turning around. "How do you do that," Debbie reverently asked. Scott didn't want to tell the poor woman that a blind man could have tracked her by the scent of her discount bin perfume, he wasn't that cruel, so he decided on a less obvious ploy. "I am ninja, haven't you heard of the famous Carver clan of Shinobi?" Debbie blinked, confused, "aren't ninja types Japanese?" "That's what we want you to think, in the business I am called the Accounts/Payable Receivable Assassin. I destroy my foes with our devastating ancient family technique 'The Avalanche of a Thousand Past Due Invoices.'" Debbie scrunched up her face in confusion even more before finally relaxing, "oh you're just being silly and making fun of me. Well you can't make me unhappy, I feel too good for you to bring me down today, you strange man, you." Scott shrugged as Debbie turned and almost skipped out of the cubicle row. This little game of theirs had started before he had married Zoe as Debbie kept trying to sneakily keep tabs on whether Scott was interested in her. His marriage had put a temporary end to it but lately Debbie had resumed her probing. Word around the office was Scott wasn't the only one she was flirting with of late. A weary sigh and the "oomph" of a controlled flop in an office chair on the other side of his cubicle wall announced the arrival of Mike. Scott frowned, Mike had not been himself lately, the vivacious man had been downright sluggish the last few times they had talked. "Hey Mike, you don't sound so good. You okay over there? "Yeah Scott, I'll live, but man alive I feel like crap, its like this place has been sapping me lately," Mike answered wearily. "Hmm, I know how that goes, getting in a rut really stinks, you don't want to do anything," Scott answered back through the cubicle wall thinking about how recently he to had been slightly depressed. "Eh, It wouldn't be bad if Sharon wasn't acting like the Energizer Bunny lately, I swear just keeping up with her makes me tired. Oh well what can you do?" Scott nodded and got down to business working out a reconciliation. Debbie went on her way and checked in with another half dozen men before finally taking a pit stop at the end of her circuit in the ladies room. On her way in she caught another woman with her blouse open in front of the mirror. "Oh sorry," Debbie squeaked and moved off to an open stall. "Its okay," Erica answered sheepishly as she covered back up, "I just can't get comfortable lately, I haven't been this tender and swollen up top since I was a teenager. I hope I'm not having hormonal issues, going through an early menopause would be bad, osteoporosis runs in my family." Debbie just smiled and spoke some generic platitudes and reassurances before rushing into an open stall. After the door was closed she ran her fingers over her own breasts and wondered if she should tell Erica about the spa treatments she had been getting. Those treatments might help Erica like they had helped her, after all there couldn't be any other reason that her breasts had been firming up lately. Debbie considered it, but her vanity eventually won out, after all the last thing she needed was more competition especially considering what she was already up against. A few quiet hours passed slowly, Zoe was deeply immersed in bringing the code up to par with new software on a section of the company website when a low rumble gurgled in her stomach announced that she was missing lunch. She looked down and gave her narrow waist an inscrutable look and then decided that yes, food was in order. A quick stretch and recovery of her lunch from the mini-fridge near her desk promised a warm meal but the old microwave in the corner proved to be uncooperative. "Matt, is the microwave on the fritz again?" Zoe asked as she tentatively punched a few buttons noting the distinct lack of beeping, flashing, and general micro waving. She looked back at Matt and wondered what he had been working on that was so hard as he gave a slow non-committal shrug, he looked like he had worked three days straight. "Okay, fine, I'll just go eat with everyone else." With that she walked out of the IT department and around the building to the small room with mismatched, chipped, plastic chairs and tables that along with a few poorly stocked vending machines made up the 1st floor break room. A good number of people were already there but Zoe managed to microwave her lunch and find a seat without hassle. She was alternatively savoring the bites of her fare and considering who would be the first target for her new sword tonight. Could she talk someone else into tanking so she could deal out some pain for once as opposed to being a punching bag up until the point the loot pi?ata died? Or should she take up Scott's offer and spend the evening eviscerating gnomes? It was a hard decision and she barely noticed the racket caused by chairs being pulled out around her. She would have continued thus except she could feel people around her...she was not alone. All around Zoe's table, a group of women sat motionless, a bite here and there missing from their sandwiches whose uniform matching wrappers proclaimed they were from the Sandwich shop down the street. Zoe hadn't ever personally eaten there but many of Inventech's staff thought highly of it, but this...the oddity of seeing a group of six women with their lips parted slightly and their eyes gently glazed was a little weird. Zoe chewed slowly, once, twice, three times and swallowed. "Oh it's gooooooood," a woman to Zoe's right she didn't know remarked, the hint of a purr creeping into her voice. The others softly murmured their agreement. Zoe went back to her meal and wondered if she had been missing the ultimate sandwich foodgasm daily due to her habit of bringing food from home. It was something to consider but in only a few more bites she was out of food and with her stomach full she trudged back to her desk putting aside her culinary considerations along with her plans for gnomeicide until later. She was halfway through the afternoon when the first subtle tingle of a far different hunger danced on her consciousness. She stopped programming long enough to gaze down at a point hidden by her skirt and guarded by her crossed legs. She frowned as she considered Scott's question from last night again and wondered just how stable her life was, she was heavily dependent on a singular, unique food source. Zoe looked back up at the figurine of Ripley and pondered if she had actually truly won, or had she simply been hitting the snooze button the alarm clock of her life every night letting the dream she had constructed live on another day? Zoe shuddered and dove back in her work intent on avoiding that cold thought but the warm tingle within her still slowly grew. The shadows lengthened slowly outside beyond the knowledge of those within the large blocky hive of industry who had not been granted a precious window. Time though moved on and brought with it a slow exodus. (Beep, Beep, Beep) Zoe's watch bleated out its tinny electronic beat, often needed to remind its owner that the world still turned outside of the screen in front of her face. Today though it was barely necessary. Whether from Scott's stolen kiss that morning or something else she was hungry. Zoe had spent the last ten minutes daydreaming about Scott, thinking about his inviting smile, his darting eyes, the way his hand had playfully slapped her ass that morning, and the way it always felt when his hard, throbbing member gently pushed her velvet folds apart every night as he penetrated her. Zoe's thighs had been slowly working up a subtle rhythm, their tensing presses hidden by her skirt, when her watch went off. "Eeeeppp!!" The startled little feminine cry of surprise was hidden by the tinny beeping but Zoe didn't want to stick around to check if Matt had realized what had been going on for the past few minutes. She hastily collected her things and rushed for the door giving the miniature Dr. Richards and Ellen Ripley only the briefest of goodbyes. The clatter of the door opening and closing however did not mask the slight, almost imperceptible hint of pineapple aroma that lingered in the space. Zoe paced at the junction of the two halls like a feral beast, she was hungry now and the aching tingle was crawling across her skin like an army of ants. The sensation slowly pulsed out in tides from the gem embedded in her chest to wash over the apex of her breasts swelling the nipples that crowned the rounded peaks before diving down the valley of her cleavage to run in quick torrents down the slight depression that marked her middle, executing a quick swirl around the whirlpool of her navel before finally crashing back in to her as the stream plunged into the chasm between her thighs. She finally spotted her quarry slowly walking down the opposite hallway towards her his coat slung over a shoulder. She forced herself to calm down and let her prey come to her. Closer...closer...closer.... "Hey Zoe, you're here early today, normally I'm waiting on .....MMMPPPHHH" 9 hours, 7 minutes, 31 seconds after Scott had stolen a kiss from a succubus, the succubus struck back and it was Scott's turn to find him surprised with soft lips on his own as two full hands worth of slender female fingers firmly squeezed the flesh of his buttocks. It took an act of will for Scott to summon the presence of mind necessary to remember that the hallway by the exit was probably not the best place for intimacy with his wife. "Uh Zoe, not that I don't appreciate the affection, but you're still at work, and there's a security camera pointed right at us. I'd rather not become an impromptu internet sensation." Zoe's eye's flashed with a luminous sparkle as she whispered, "Scott, I'll let you go, but I swear that if you aren't doing me in the next twenty minutes at home then you'll spend the next month reliving the Midi-chlorian scene from Episode 1 over and over every night." Scott paused for a heartbeat to search Zoe's eyes for clarification to whether her threat of dire torment had been made in jest. Her enigmatic aquamarine orbs defied the divination and so with a doom more horrible than any other he could imagine hanging over his head Scott turned and bolted for the door and their car, one very horny succubus on his heels. Chapter 3 (uh...uh...uh...uh...euh...mmhhmm....uh...uuuAAHHHHAHA) 19 minutes, 46 seconds after Zoe's threat had been issued she was slowly regaining control over her breathing, her shallow soft pants for air mixing with the deeper bellows of Scott's ragged huffing as he held himself above Zoe's creamy, sweat glistened form as she closed her eyes and savored the feeling of being full in several ways. Her itch with but a single solution had been well and thoroughly scratched. Scott slowly pulled his softening rod from between Zoe's wet petals and lowered himself beside her. Zoe closed her eyes and ran her hands over her nude, sweat slicked breasts and luxuriated in the feeling as she savored the arousal that lingered in her body as all tension slowly melted from her. For a moment more they both just laid there, both resting after the intensity of their latest round of lovemaking. Zoe turned her head and surveyed the obvious haphazard trail formed of mixed pieces of male and female clothing that led right up to the side of their bed. A slight shameful blush crept across her fair skin from face to navel as she considered how achingly horny she had been but a few moments earlier. The creeping realization that she didn't know where her bra was brought out the pink tone of her blush even more. Feeling a little self-conscious Zoe sat up and swung her legs off the bed. The movement drew Scott's attention and he watched with some minor confusion as Zoe retrieved one of her old vintage Zach t-shirts and donned it. Her modesty restored, she scampered back down the path the two of them had taken on their way to their bed in her improvised dress collecting the wayward pieces of clothing scattered on various pieces of furniture. Her panties from the night table, her skirt from floor in the hall, her blouse from the back of the chair in the kitchen...but where had her bra wound up? Scott slowly tracked his wife as she collected her stray clothing after retrieving his own boxers. "Zoe, are you okay? You seem kind of rattled," Scott delicately probed. "I'm fine...," Zoe dismissively started but then sighed looking down at the mass of soft clothing she was cradling at her chest, "well, okay, I just...I just was so hungry, and its a little unnerving to think about myself being just a touch out of control." Scott pondered, knowing that this discussion was headed back to that place that neither of them liked examining, "eh, its my fault I shouldn't have kissed you this morning you probably spent all day thinking about it." Zoe smiled warmly at the memory and looked back at Scott, "that didn't help but I think it was more the fact that I ate lunch in the break room. There were a lot of people coming and going. I must have used more energy on my confusion aura than I realized." "Yeah that would do it...you wouldn't really have subjected me to THAT torture would you?" Zoe appeared to seriously ponder for a moment before breaking her facade with a chuckle, "oh no, I may be part succubus but I'm not pure EVIL." That pronouncement made, Zoe left to carry her clothes to her hamper and Scott relaxed. A short grumble through his own stomach reminded him that he too needed some food. He was happily snacking on a cookie by their table a moment later when he felt two warm slender arms snake around his waist from behind in a tight hug. "Thank you...for everything," Zoe's muffled voice spoke into Scott's back, her soft cheek pressing against the firm muscle. Scott just remained still and drank in the moment. Finally he drew his