Lilitu: The Memoirs of a Succubus
The entire time I was afraid that people on the ground would see us through a spyglass, and it was hard to keep a steady rhythm while also focusing on staying aloft.
With time, I developed the courage to initiate as well. Sometimes I’d speak in a way that could be interpreted as suggestive, while the subject itself was chaste. I would move in a sensuous way, arching my back so that my breasts stuck out, or pushing my back against a wall, hands above my head, to provoke him. Sometimes I’d let my hand casually fall to his thigh as I sat next to him, lingering a moment too long for him to think it an accident. While he painted, I’d appear in doorways behind him, naked, touching my body, waiting
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