Chapter 21: This idea I have…

I was not ready to let him go. I licked my lips and held his head in my hands as I looked down at his face, the same woodsy smell rolling off him and into my senses. It was luck or really bad timing, that the man from the woods - now so many months ago - walked into the hospital as I was helping Adrian with some rounds.

Seth and I needed some breathing time outside the Funeral Parlor, not to mention more room for Seth to run around. I had wanted to see a new neighborhood that Adrian had said was being built between the hospital and his business. House hunting had become a priority when Seth had teetered out into the main room when Adrian was with a client. Thankfully the client was Sebastian and his young master.

Now, I was getting my flower filled by the woodsman's cock. Oh it was good to manipulate him and have him push me up against the brick wall of the outside of the hospital, my leg and skirts hiked up and his cock pulling an orgasm out of me.

He had noticed me as I was carrying Seth back to the front of the waiting room and had stared, his eyes telling me he remembered my suggestive dream I had planted in his mind six months ago. I smiled back at him and handed Seth off to one of the nurses who knew Adrian, and took the man's hand and had led him to the side of the building, kissing him hard and fast, flooding his mind with my intoxicating saliva.

Now I was on him, his cock pumping back into me and I was feeling all of his desire flow into my body. His eyes widened as he came and I placed my mouth on his as I came behind him. Adrian was right; having another man every once and a while was what my body craved. I slowed down and let the man sit up, kissing me and pawing at my still clothed breasts. His hands squeezed and he pulled me tighter towards his body. I could feel his cock wilt and slowly slip out as we kissed.

"I thought I had dreamed you up," he said at last. "I was sure I was dreaming when I had you in the woods."

I smiled. "Perhaps you did."

"Explain how I have you in my arms," he whispered into my ear. I looked down and kissed him, slowly letting his cock fall out of my flower and stand. His pants were open and his penis was laying on his lap. "My angel?"

"I have to go. But," I added, looking at the hospital wall I had been pinned to earlier, "you come here often, is that right?"

"Yes," he said, standing now in front of me.

"Then I will see you sometime."

I quickly turned and took a step away from him. I turned and pinned him with a stare. "My darling man," I said, letting my words flow out of my mouth much like my saliva when I was kissing. "You will remember me and satisfy your needs here in a week. I may come and take my pleasures in you then."

"Yes, my sweet angel," he muttered, his eyes glassing over as I retreated and left him to finish buttoning his shirt.

"Mmmm, someone had a quick nibble," Adrian said as he wrapped his arm around me as I came around the corner. "I could smell you," he explained. "A man always knows what his beloved smells like."

I took Seth from his arms and kissed him deeply. "I think I have a plan," I said as we got into the carriage, me sitting in front and a casket in back. Seth was on my lap and played with the long coat sleeves of the Undertaker.

We rode past the housed being built and I asked my lover if we could look at them sometime; the clean white and light brown highlights were so inviting and a bright contrast to the usual grey and dark tones that Adrian had seemed to adopt. He chuckled and leaned over to kiss my temple, muttering he would do his best to show me soon. Gliding to a stop, he let me and Seth get down and into the back door of the parlor. He kissed me hard and rubbed my back, apologizing for leaving me until the evening.

"I had a quick nibble, remember?" I muttered into his lips. "Although I wish it was you."

"As do I," he said, kissing me once more.

I went into our shared home and put our son to a nap, going to the front room and pulling the black book of bank notes out. Adrian may get paid in rather naughty jokes from some of the seedy underbelly who came in trading information, but he also ran a legitimate funeral parlor. And the clients were human, and were dealing with the loss of their loved ones. I counted the bank notes again and flipped to the pages where we had written down how much the home we had both agreed looked amazing cost.

I forgot to ask the woodsman why he was at the hospital, but I was sure he would need funeral help at some time. I sat back and tapped my chin lightly. I had been a full Succubus for a year now, and Seth was a healthy one year-old who loved to now climb and run on his stubby legs. We needed more room. I could help the poor grieving men in their time of need, and I was sure they would pay for my "comforting." If Adrian knew how I wanted to pay for our home together!

And, I thought, as I made a evening meal for Seth, if they told others, I may have enough men to satisfy my body and maintain a pregnancy. I was still smiling when Adrian came home.

"Ah, a beautiful woman, a beautiful smile, and a very sleepy baby boy!" he said as he placed his bag down by our bed. "What was going on that Seth is already half asleep?"

I handed him over to Adrian and kissed my consort, deep and with a hint of mischievousness. "Put him down and I will tell you all about my idea."

A few minutes later Adrian was behind me, undoing my corset stays and kissing my cheek. "Your wicked mind has formed what?"

"I think I know how to pay for our home and give you a child," I said. I whipped around and faced my lover, watching his face fall a bit and finally crook his head.

"Tell me."

"I can use my nature to lure hurting men into our parlor. You make the funeral arrangements and I comfort them."

"Comfort them…" he repeated slowly. "You will seduce man who are grieving."

I nodded slowly, thinking of how that sounded. "Basically. You get the funeral cost, and I charge a little for my brand of comfort."

"Whose bed?"

I smiled coyly at my lover. "Who says I need a bed?"

His coat pooled on the floor behind him.

"That is like being a prostitute," he muttered as I undid his tight coat. "I would hardly say that will satisfy you."

"I have a man who will satisfy me ten times over their clumsy satisfaction."

"I'm going to become quite jealous."

"You said I could take as many men as I wanted."

"I have grown used to not sharing you."

"I want another baby - and this time we have more information that will help me keep it."

He stilled and I ran my hands on his now bare chest. "You almost died."

"And the books say I need more than just one man's satisfaction for my body to maintain it's balance. You read it too - I can take the herbs, you impregnate me, and I only can have other men's satisfaction along with a bit of mine. We can try again, that was what you said."

"In a while. Not after three months after we lost one."

I looked at Adrian and felt the tears flow over my cheeks. Did he not want a baby? Did he really mean he was happy to have Seth as our only child? Why would he not let me do this for him?

I let myself feel the fire of hunger in my body as I lay beside the man I loved, yet shrunk away as he tried to touch me. I knew he was not asleep either as the night went on. Finally, I felt him get up and walk around and I closed my eyes. My heart broken for the man who I so desperately wanted to stay mad at.

"I lost a baby too."

It echoed in my mind, and I felt the hurt of the words anew. I flung the blankets off and walked out to where Adrian stood in the parlor, his back to me, his loose night clothes inviting my hands to snake into his pants.

"You should be asleep," he said, not turning.

"And you should be asleep beside me," I countered. I walked around his desk and placed my hands on his, making him look up slowly. "I'm sorry. I just thought we would be able to heal if we tried again."

"You almost died. You… you did," he said, his green eyes shimmering with un-shed tears. "I had to watch you gasp and hear your heart slow as the baby tried to fight to stay alive, while it killed you. And your Succubus nature was killing it."

I rounded the counter and flung myself into his arms, the warmth of the man setting me ablaze. His touch was light and strong. I kissed him. I sank to my knees and dragged his pants down as well. Stroking his penis I looked at him as I swiftly took his cock into my mouth. I knew it would not make the pain go away, I knew it would not keep me from saying things that would hurt him again. But the act of taking my lover, of giving him a mind-blowing secret kiss, I could do. I could apologize in the deepest way my nature made me think - his release and his satisfaction. Not taking it because I needed it, which I could, but because he deserved to be loved and have his release.

My knees were bruised when I finally got up as Seth rattled his crib, his way of letting us know he was awake and our day would begin.