We got high when we got back to our room, not the best way to deal with things, but it was nice. We had ordered some food so when there was a knock at our door I assumed that’s what it was, instead there was the guard I gave my gun to. He saluted me and I laughed. The smell and well, me, made it clear I was high, and I couldn’t take any of this seriously. He looked at me with disgust or something worse so I took my revolver out of his hands and closed the door in his face. I had been naked with Anne when he knocked on the door, so I just put on pants and a shirt, no bra, no underwear, and I was never entirely soft around Anne at this point. That’s why I controlled it, but with Anne, we’d been in our own little world, I forgot what I was, what other people saw when they saw a succubus, that people who weren’t Anne, that men could find me attractive. I felt like such a fucking idiot.

Didn’t help that I forgot about my wings when I fell backwards onto the bed, and Anne laughed at my pain as I quickly rolled onto my stomach.

“Sorry,” she said, still laughing a little. I scowled back at her, only smiling a little. “Where’s the food?”

“It was, guard brought me my gun back. Fucking creep.”

I didn’t have to explain to Anne, she knew me, knew that she could make me forget anything. I was smoking too much, and coughing hurt my back now, but, being high didn’t make the pain any better, it made me not care about it so much, and I needed that, at least for a little while.

Anne lay on her back so I rested my head on her breast. Her breathing was relaxing..

“So what have you been reading?”

“Re-reading some Alinafe.” I sighed happily as I felt her voice.

“Who?”

“The ritualist. I got a collection of debates from the library, and there was a terrible one on ritualism where even the pro-ritualist didn’t seem to know it’s an atheist philosophy. I needed the good stuff to get the bad taste out of my mouth.”

I hummed in the affirmative.

“You have no idea what I’m talking about do you?”

“Nope, but keep talking, I want to hear, feel, your voice.”

“Gross,” she said, full of love as she gently stroked my horns. “People think because it is so tied to polytheism it is polytheism and act like it isn’t what it is.”

I hummed in the affirmative again, and slid my hand down and cupped her pussy. She pushed against my hand a little.

“Go on,” I said, trying to sound sexy, “I just want something to fiddle with while I listen.”

Anne took a deep breath, “it just pisses me off when,” she took a quick breath when I pressed everywhere but her clit, “when people think it goes polytheism to monotheism to secular morality.”

“Sounds awful.” I teased her, almost pushing a finger in.

“It is,” she squirmed against me perfectly, “it isn’t about religion, it’s about culture, my culture, and –” she moaned sweetly when I pressed against her clit and entered her at the same time, “and they don’t even try to explain magic, looking down on the polytheist philosophers and priests who try instead of god –” I put a second finger in and curled them up.

“Fuck, Zal, stop.”

I tried to pull my hand away but she grabbed my wrist to keep me in her.

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“Sorry, wasn’t clear. Not like stop stop, that was perfect, exactly the kind of thing I fantasize about, but I am way too high to talk, especially with you fucking me.”

I couldn’t help but smile, I got it right.

“I still want to hear you.”

“You will.” She started scratching my head. “Give me your tail.”

I did and she took it in her other hand, gently stroking it with her tumb, softly purring.

“Should I start again?” I asked.

“Yea.”

We were on the same page now. I barely moved, just enough to keep Anne feeling good. The closeness, being connected, is what mattered now. I closed my eyes, let my breathing fall in with hers. Eventually Anne had a little orgasm and we stopped. I had no idea how long we were at it, but I had mostly sobered up, and our food had been left outside our door. It had gone cold.

It was late, Anne was reading, I was doing some push ups, trying to tire myself out so I would sleep even with the pain my wings were causing me. There was a soft knock on our door. I looked at Anne and she shrugged. I only had a bra and underwear on, but Anne was naked, so I put on some pants and a shirt while Anne moved out of sight.

I opened the door and Lilly was standing there, in a tiny, tight black dress, violin case in her hand. She was smiling at me and before I could say or do anything she hugged me, wrapping her wings around me like the last time.

“Nice to see you Zal.”

“Hi Lilly.”

There was a moment of awkward silence.

“Can I come in?”

“Oh, um, maybe, one sec.”

I closed the door and went to Anne.

“Who was it?”

“It’s Lilly, from Ezrylliil’s succubi group. She wants to come in.”

“I’ll put some clothes on.”

“I told you about her, she’s the one who I think was flirting with me, maybe, even though I kept bringing you up, saying you're my girlfriend.”

Anne was getting dressed, “That’s fine, I know you don’t see it but people are going to flirt with you, and I trust you. I know you’ll talk to me if you feel anything.”

“And she can be touchy.”

Anne’s tail puffed up a little. Fuck, I didn’t mean for it to sound like that, “No, I’m fine, not like that.” I quickly clarified, “you’re the only person I’ve ever really touched, so I’m not used to it, and I don’t know what’s normal between friends, or women, or succubi.”

Anne looked at me. “Okay, if anyone does though –”

“I know.”

Anne was next to me when I opened the door. Lilly was looking down, tapping her fingers on her violin case. She quickly looked up at me, a smile on her face again.

“Sorry for making you wait. Lilly, this is my girlfriend Anne. Anne, Lilly.

Anne reached her hand out but Lilly ignored it and hugged her, though she didn’t wrap her wings around her.

“Nice to meet you Anne, Zal talked so much about you.”

Anne laughed and thankfully Lilly didn’t ask what was funny.

“Sorry we don’t have drinks or food or anything.” I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do. I had never had a place before, never had a guest.

“Don’t worry. You didn’t know I was stopping by. I have been talking to Ez about you and she said you might need a little push, and I had a gig here and figured I might as well say hi.”

“Hey, I’ve been doing pretty good.”

Anne put her arm around me, “she has, we went to our first session today.”

“How was it?”

“They’re all cunts.” I was still pissed, and I sounded like it.

Lilly laughed, “Yea, but anyways, I have a gig tomorrow, at a proper dance hall. Do you have pencil and paper? I’ll give you the address,” Anne got them for her, “tell ‘em your names at the door, they’ll let you in, no charge.”

“We can afford it.”

“Zal, no.” Lilly took one of my hands in both of hers. “It’s not about money, it’s about making sure you know you’re welcome, that I want you there.”

She held onto my hand for so long, I didn’t know what to do, so I did nothing.

Anne saved me. “I’ll make sure we're there.”

Lilly smiled at her, “Thanks Anne. It’s late though, I won’t keep you two up any longer.”

I was pulled into another hug, wrapped up in wings. Lilly leaned in close, maybe too close, and whispered sweetly, “I mean it, lots of us would be happy to have you in our lives, I would be to have you in mine.”

I didn’t know how to feel, seemed a little too much like pity, but, some part of me liked it, even though I didn’t know how I felt about her.