The night air was warm on my skin as I climbed out of the taxi, sweeping an errant strand of blonde hair from my face and tucking it behind my ear. I could taste the gloss on my lips and I had to constantly remind myself not to keep touching it with my tongue.

Becca paid for the taxi and joined me on the pavement as we looked up at the wide iron gates on either side of the driveway. Tall trees lined the front of the property to provide privacy, while just as tall hedges covered the iron railings that encircled the property.

Like all of the properties in this part of the city, it was detached fully from its neighbours and set in its own little secluded space, far enough apart from the next house to allow true privacy. There were three sleek and expensive cars already parked in the driveway and a large block of a man standing beside the door as security.

There were no cameras, which made sense, but the host more than made up for that with her own personal security guards From memory, she had four in the property at any one time, and during a party, that number doubled.

“You ready?” Becca asked, slipping her arm through mine.

I pretended it was for her own comfort and not because she knew just how unsteady I was on the three-inch heels she’d made me wear. Of course, hers were five-inch and she walked as easily in them as she would barefoot, while I was at serious risk of breaking an ankle if I moved too quickly.

“As I’ll ever be.” My smile was strained but she didn’t seem to notice as she plastered her own in place and led the way up the driveway to the sprawling property.

Eight bedrooms, five bathrooms, a library, study, dining room, living room… the list went on. It was a place built for comfort with every possible need taken care of. Without even entering the place I knew that the dining room table would be loaded with food, there would be a bar in the corner of the larger living room and another outside on the veranda, beside the heated pool and every bedroom would be made up for the guests to use as they pleased.

The lights were low, and the soft music was just loud enough to set the tone. As we approached the doorman, every step was accompanied by an almost sweetly sensual aroma of the bright-coloured flowers that lined the path.

“Good evening, ladies,” the man-mountain said as he stepped aside to pull open the door. Becca fluttered her lashes and offered a dazzling smile while I ducked my head beneath his scrutiny.

“Get used to it,” Becca murmured, speaking so quietly that only I could hear her. “You’re beautiful and you’ll get a lot of attention.”

I almost corrected her but thought better of it. Best not to remind her of her dead friend in the middle of what was likely to be an already stressful evening.

“Your phones, please.” The young woman who asked held out a wicker basket. We deposited our phones and she placed the basket on the polished table beside her. “Enjoy your evening.”

“I’m nervous,” Becca said, as we walked slowly through the entrance hall, our heels clicking loudly on the hardwood floor. “That’s normal, right?”

“Don’t be.” I patted her arm gently with my hand. “This is the safest night out you could ever have.”

“What do you mean?”

“She means…”

We both looked up as the speaker descended the stairs. She practically glided, her flawless skin barely covered by the cream-coloured silk robe. She was naked beneath it. Becca’s breath caught and even I felt my heartbeat speed up, despite knowing what was coming.

There was a presence to the woman that drew your eyes, bringing with it a need to please her just so that she would look your way. While she was beautiful, with long lashes and highlighted hair tied in a loose bun, something was compelling about her that made you want to just be near her.

I bit down on my tongue, the sharp pain bringing back my focus as the supernatural desire she elicited engulfed us both. Becca stammered a greeting while I ducked my head and murmured a polite nothing.

“This is a place of safety,” the succubus continued. “Here you may do as you please provided you both give, and receive, consent.”

She held out a hand, and Becca reached for it, barely touching the tips of the woman’s fingers yet I could feel the tremble run through her. The sheer sexual potency of a succubus was hard to deny at the best of times, but when she was fully unleashed, it was practically impossible.

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“My warmest greetings,” she said after we gave our names. “You may call me, Lillian.”

The succubus smiled indulgently at Becca’s babbled response and she extended one arm in a smooth and elegant gesture towards the door to her left.

“You are free to participate or merely watch. Eat and drink as you please, and feel free to use the pool though we tend not to use swimming costumes. Any room that is unlocked is free to be used in any way you see fit.”

“Thank you,” I said. “This all seems so wonderful.” I almost gagged on the lie, but held my polite smile instead, biting down hard on my tongue.

“I hope to see you again later.”

With that, she was away, through the door to the left that released a wave of heat and an almost palpable smell of pheromones.

“That was…”

“Yeah, that was her,” I agreed. “Look, she’s right. If someone asks you to do anything, you can say no and they will move on with no hard feelings. At the same time, just walking through the doors is you consenting, so if anyone touches you, grabs you, kisses you… well, unless you say a firm ‘no thank you’ it’s all fair play.”

“Okay,” Becca breathed. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes sparkled. Sweat beaded her bosom and I found my eyes drawn to her as she fanned herself while Jen’s body had a reaction that I very definitely felt most keenly. “So, let’s go and get a drink I guess.”

“Sure.” She didn’t notice the strain in my voice but the rush of desire that I was battling was not entirely supernatural in origin, though the power of the succubus was fully in play.

As we walked into the room, our first sight was a beautiful woman, naked but for golden chains around her neck and waist, sprawled out across a chaise longue, with another woman, equally naked, crouched between her legs with her head buried between her thighs.

Becca’s eyes widened and I chuckled as I gently directed her around the amorous pair. No matter where we looked in the room, there were people clothes and unclothed, talking and drinking quietly or just silently watching the others who were indulging themselves in imaginative ways with partners or either or both sexes.

I stepped carefully over the legs of a man whose face could not be seen due to the presence of the slim, Asian woman sitting on it. He seemed to be enjoying himself, judging by his erect manhood, which the woman reached back and gripped as she arched her back, moaning loudly.

“Oh…” Becca said as we reached the bar. “This is… it’s more than…”

I picked up two glasses of champagne and passed one to her, then gently coaxed her through the room and out of the wide-open glass doors onto the veranda. The air felt cooler outside, and the surging lust lesser.

I breathed easier.

“Blimey,” Becca said, staring out across the garden. “What about the neighbours?”

Men and women splashed about in the pool, while many were simply fucking both in and out of the water. I reminded myself not to go into the pool.

“The hedges are tall and even if someone did happen to look over, there’s a spell covering this entire house. All they would see is a group of people talking and laughing.”

“Seriously?”

“Yes, I made the arrangements for the spell myself. It cost her a pretty penny, and a favour to boot.”

Becca looked at me, questions in her eyes and I just laughed gently and sipped at my drink. Just being around a succubus brought on a rush of lust that lingered, but at one of her parties, the very air seemed laced with that power and every breath set the heart racing.

I had no interest in attempting to have sex in Jen’s body, but it had been hard not to accept any of the invitations I saw as we walked through that room. Even now, people would pass us by, giving long, speculative looks.

A hand grabbed my arm and spun me around! I was engulfed in the embrace of a giant of a man who swept me up and planted his lips firmly on mine. For a moment, I responded as his large hands slid down my back and over my ass.

Then, I put both my hands against his damp, and very broad chest, and pushed him away. “No, thank you,” I said, hating how breathless my voice was. “But, that was very nice.”

He merely winked and stepped across to Becca who, startled, held up a hand and shook her head. He inclined his and then was gone, into the room in search of more willing partners.

“Someone’s blushing,” Becca murmured over her glass as she sipped the champagne.

“Shut up.” She just laughed and my cheeks did heat then.

I needed to get out of the party before I ended up doing something that I would very much regret in the morning. Or even worse, that I wouldn’t.

“Okay, let’s…” I trailed off as my eyes widened.

“What is it?” Becca followed my gaze, seeing the young man, barely older than she was with a mop of curly brown hair and an easy smile.

He was standing naked beside the pool, his muscles glistening in the soft light of the flickering torches that had been planted in the ground throughout the garden. A dark-skinned man was on his knees before him, giving what seemed to be a skilful blow job.

“You know him?”

“My cousin,” I said. “Archie. He was fifteen the last time I saw him.”

“Will he recognise you… I mean, obviously not how you look, but, you know… you?”

“No.” I shook my head. “He will know I’m a witch if he looks into my eyes, but that’s all.”

Becca was silent for a moment, chewing her lower lip before she asked what was clearly worrying her. “Is he dangerous?”

“Do you mean is he like my sister? No. He was a decent kid, when I last knew him.” But a lot could have changed since then. “If he’s here then there’s business to be done. Our coven didn’t tend to come to the mid-week parties.”

Too many humans and in the midst of that sea of lust and desire, it was easy to lose yourself and then there was a hell of a mess to clean up afterwards.

“I need to know what it is.”

“How! You gonna ask him?”

“Fuck no.” I grinned. “Time to find one of the doors in this place that’s locked. That’ll be where the stuff I’m looking for will be.”

“And guarded,” Becca reminded me.

“That’s why you’re here.”