Emily's Gift

By Julia P. Lynde

They all offer me gifts, my supplicants. They each bring one gift for an audience with me; the second gift they offer if I fulfill her wish. The gifts are not always large, or expensive, although often they are. One girl once offered her hair. She had long, stunning red hair. Of course, I accepted. When I heard her wish, I bade her to take care of her gift to me. She stayed with me for years.

Of course, some offer riches: money, gems, her home. Some offer power or favors. Some simply offer themselves. Those are the gifts I value the most, although I surely did enjoy Natasha's rich red hair flowing through my hands.

They come seeking many things. Some wish little more than a kiss. Others seek love, belonging, a reason for their existence. If I enjoy their gifts, I fulfill their wishes.

Others seek my counsel, my influence, my support, or my help. Some seek revenge when love has gone astray. Of these I am far more careful.

Most bring me the truth with their gifts, but some seek to deceive. I always know when my supplicants bring me lies. When someone lies to me, she always pays. Only the foolish bring me lies.

My name is Anita, I am a succubus, one of the fae.

My supplicants bring me gifts. What will you bring me?

Emily

Her name was Emily, a human. Her audience gift was small: an inexpensive gold locket that had been her grandmothers. She felt she had little to offer, that this was the best she had. For material possessions, this was her best. I hated taking it from her; I would much rather have accepted a simple kiss from her, my fine Emily. Of course, a kiss with me is rarely simple.

She came to my home unannounced. It was a spring day. I had been amusing myself in some way; I hardly remember how. James, one of my servants, came to me and knelt, holding a gold locket. He bowed his head, his arm outstretched. James had once asked for a large favor and offered his service for ten years to pay for it. His time with me was drawing to a close. I would miss him.

"A human woman wishes to meet with you, Anita," he said, handing me the locket.

I examined the gift. I could feel its age. For a fae, it was not so old a gift, but from a human, I could tell this had been a family heirloom. I considered the gift for a moment, then looked at James, still kneeling.

"Bring her," I ordered.

He nodded and retreated from my chambers, returning shortly with a small human woman of thirty-five years. She approached me as I sat upon my divan, a gift given long ago for some favor long forgotten. She knelt in front of me, head bowed.

Humans didn't always kneel to me. Well, at least not right away. I wondered whether James had coached her. I looked at him and received a small shrug. "Bring refreshments," I told him. "I expect this to be interesting."

I climbed from my seat and circled the woman. To me, she was still a girl, but then even a human crone is young to my seven hundred years. To a human, I didn't look a day past twenty-four. I examined the woman, kneeling on the floor with her back straight and her head bowed. I wondered whether kneeling to me came easily to her or whether it consumed her pride to do so.

She was pretty in her way. She had dressed for me in what I was sure was her Sunday best, to say it in the human fashion. She wore a white blouse, black skirt, stockings, and sensible black shoes. Her black hair was straight and just brushed her shoulders. The cut was inexpensive, like her clothes. I stepped in front of her and reached out a hand to her chin, lifting her face. She was pretty, in her way.

I much would rather have a kiss than the locket she offered. Still, I could only accept the gifts that were offered.

"Tell me of the locket," I ordered.

"Yes, m'lady." What drivel had she been watching to come up with that? I suppressed a sigh. "It was my grandmothers. She gave it to me before she died."

"What is your name?"

"Emily," she said. "Emily Graham, m'lady."

"My name is Anita," I told her. "Not m'lady."

She bowed her head. "I am sorry. Anita."

I waved it away. It had been a small thing. I walked around her again. She had a nice figure and a tight ass. Even through the skirt, I could tell she had a lovely bottom. I wondered if I would see it without the inexpensive skirt marring its perfection. Time would tell.

"You have brought me a gift of value to you," I told her. "I accept. Thank you. Please, sit. Be comfortable." I gestured to a chair. She looked up at me and I smiled reassuringly. She slipped into the chair. I glanced at the divan but decided to take the other chair instead. James had been waiting outside the room and took that opportunity to wheel in a cart.

"Tea, Anita," he said. "And cucumber sandwiches." He served us and departed.

Emily eyed her tea and the small plate of sandwiches warily. I laughed. "It's perfectly safe," I told her. "If I wished to enslave you, I wouldn't use tea and cucumbers to do so."

She blushed endearingly. It was then I realized she was terrified of me. I pursed my lips. "Why are you so frightened?"

"I'm sorry," she said. She didn't answer the question and she still hadn't touched her tea.

I popped one of the sandwiches into my mouth while watching her, waiting for an answer that wasn't coming.

"Emily," I said. "Have you come with lies?"

"What?" she said, flustered. "No, m'lady." I narrowed my eyes at her. "Anita."

"Have you come to betray me?"

"No."

I smiled. "Then you are safe. Perfectly safe. Please, the sandwiches are lovely and the tea calming." I took a sip from my own tea to demonstrate. "I won't bite. Unless you ask me to."

She blushed again, but she ate one of the sandwiches.

We ate quietly. I watched her relax, although she remained wary. When it was clear she had eaten as many of the cucumber sandwiches as she intended, I said, "You have come to me in spite of your obvious fear and unfamiliarity with fae ways. Why?"

"My daughter needs your help," she said.

"Then why hasn't your daughter come? Why are you in her stead?"

"She-" Emily paused, flustered again.

I sighed, rising from my seat, and took two steps to stand in front of her. I reached out and took Emily's chin in my hand, letting my magic slide forth. Her eyes glazes over immediately, her lips parted, and she smiled a happy if somewhat vacuous smile.

"I am not going to hurt you," I told her. "But I have short patience." I let my magic seep through her. "You will lose this inconvenient reticence. Now."

"Yes, Anita," she said dreamily.

I released her and stepped back, resuming my seat. She sat there for a moment, then shook her head before looking at me.

"What did you do?"

"Hurried things along," I told her, smiling. "Why are you here instead of your daughter?"

"She wouldn't admit she needs help," Emily said.

"I see. How old is she?"

"Sixteen. She is making bad choices."

It took some time to pull the entire story. Emily's daughter, Nicole, was a typical teenage girl, brighter than some, not as bright as others, but she had fallen in with the wrong crowd at school. She was smoking, skipping school, drinking, and Emily had recently been smelling the acrid scent of marijuana on Nicole's clothes.

"I want her to have a good life," she said finally. "I have heard you can make sure she has a good life."

"Ah." I considered what she had told me. "That is a very broad request. What do you offer in exchange?"

She looked confused. "I thought-" she said. "The locket."

I looked at her sadly. "Whoever told you of me seems to have offered incomplete information, Emily. The locket gained you this audience, an opportunity to make a request and to offer payment."

She looked away. I thought she was ready to start crying. "I have nothing else you may want."

"Oh, that is certainly not true," I told her.

She looked around the room. The entire house was quite large and quite opulent. She swallowed hard before turning to look me in the eye. "I have heard the fae drink a human's life."

"You would offer your life to assure your daughter's life?"

"Yes. Wouldn't any mother?"

I shook my head. "Some, but not just any. Do you think your daughter would want to lose her mother?"

"I don't think she would notice," Emily said.

I sighed. "Of course she would. She is a teenager. She is obligated to be a bitch to you, to say the hateful things she undoubtedly says. But she still loves you and still needs you."

I paused, considering further. "Most who come to me are better prepared than this. I find myself wanting to help you, but I will not take your life." I smiled to soften what I would say next. "We appear to be at an impasse. I may only take that which you freely offer, and you have not offered anything I would take. Nor do you seem to know what you could offer I might want."

"Can't you simply tell me what you want?"

"Information. That would be a second favor," I told her. "Perhaps you have some small gift to offer in exchange for information."

She looked away, considering. I'd helped her about as much as I could. There were rules, after all. Rules I'd set for myself, I admit, but I didn't care to break them.

Then she looked at me and I received my first smile from her. "Perhaps a favor for a favor."

"Ah, an excellent suggestion. What favor are you offering for the information I could share?"

She blushed then looked down at my feet. "I would kiss your feet," she said.

I laughed. No one had offered that as a gift before. Oh, many had kissed my feet, but none had offered the way she had.

"I accept," I said. I slipped my feet out of their slippers and placed them on the floor, waiting for her.

She looked at me. "If I kiss your feet, you will help my daughter?"

"No," I said. "I believe the offer was a small favor from you in exchange for a little information from me. Helping your daughter is a much larger favor."

She nodded, then slid from her chair, knelt in front of me, and then lowered her head and began kissing my feet.

It tickled, and I loved every moment of it. Oh, I have received much better kisses, but I felt perhaps this was the most heartfelt. Her lovely lips were generous with their kisses.

Eventually she straightened, her head remaining bowed. Still kneeling she asked, "Was that satisfactory?"

I reached out and caressed her cheek. "Quite sufficient," I told her. "Thank you, Emily. Please resume your chair." I watched as she slipped back into the chair. She was still blushing.

"Emily, I find I need to know more about you before I can provide the information you require. Please, tell me about yourself."

She did. None of it was surprising. She was struggling to make ends meet, working as a waitress at an inexpensive restaurant. She lived with her daughter in a cheap apartment. She had borrowed a friend's car to see me today. I listened as she told me her life story.

"You're not married."

"No," she said. "Nicole's father ran off as soon as he found out I was pregnant. We were young. I didn't blame him. He wouldn't have been a good father." She paused. "I'm not sure I've been a good mother."

"Boyfriends?" I asked. "Girlfriends?"

"No," she said. "Not lately."

I considered everything she had said. Ensuring her daughter a good life could mean almost anything. To me, it meant a lot. She hadn't asked me to simply break her daughter of her bad habits. That would have been easy. She'd asked for far more than that. I told her all this.

She didn't back down from her request. I was impressed.

I smiled. "You have met James. He showed you in and served us tea." She nodded. "He is fae. He serves me."

"Serves you?"

"Yes. He once asked for a large favor, although somewhat smaller than the favor you are asking. His gift in return for my help was to serve me for a period of time."

I watched as she straightened her back and resolve crept into her face. "Anita, if you can help my daughter, I would serve you for as long as you require."

"Agreed." I told her immediately. I didn't care whether she knew what she had just offered. I wanted her.

Nicole

I bound Emily to her promise. If I could help her daughter, she would serve me for as long as I required. Binding her involved a kiss. And, of course, magic.

It was a sweet kiss, shyly offered and greedily accepted.

"Well," I said. "Where shall we find your daughter?"

"She is at school," Emily said. "She isn't due home for several hours."

"I find myself unsure whether she comes home in a timely fashion," I said. "I think perhaps we shall find her at school. Come."

We found James on the way out. I told him of the exchange. "They will be moving in. Please prepare the green suits."

"Of course, Anita," he said, bowing. Sometimes James took the "serve you" thing further than was necessary, but he was old fae.

He wouldn't actually prepare the rooms himself. I had staff for that, human staff, all bound to me. James would pass my needs along, and the rooms would be ready when Emily and I returned with her daughter.

We took the Mercedes, arriving at a dingy high school in the inner city shortly after lunch. There are things about humans I never understood. Their shortsightedness was one of them. "Emily," I said. "You asked me to ensure your daughter had a good life. It is my judgment this school does not represent a good life. We will be enrolling her elsewhere. Go in, tell them you are withdrawing your daughter, and bring her out here. I will take it from there."

She nodded, tears in her eyes. "You're really going to help."

"Yes, I am really going to help," I told her. "She won't thank us at first."

"I don't care."

"Good."

We both climbed from the car. I walked with Emily to the front door of the school, then waited for her. She was gone perhaps twenty minutes before she returned, a sullen-looking teenager following in her wake. The girl was dressed in a provocative, intentionally shocking fashion with severe makeup, a blouse opened much lower than was wise on a girl that age, a skirt that must have been in violation of school policy, and black boots.

"You have no right to do this," the girl said. "I'm not going anywhere with you."

I stepped up from the side and set my hand on the daughter's neck, immediately filling her with my magic. She stiffened. "You will come quietly and do whatever you are told," I whispered into her ear.

Emily turned to me. "What did you do to her?"

"She was looking rebellious," I explained. "I didn't want to chase her if she decided to bolt." I Paused. "Emily, I need you to tell me this is your daughter, the girl you wish me to help."

"Yes, Anita," she said. "This is Nicole, my daughter. I wish you to help her."

"And she is sixteen."

"Yes, she is sixteen."

"Girl," I said, my hand still on the back of her neck. "Is this correct? Are you Nicole? Is this woman your mother? Are you sixteen? Answer my questions."

"Yes," she said. Her eyes flashed at me, and I could tell she wasn't happy at my compulsions, but as a human, she had absolutely no resistance to me. I smiled sweetly at her.

"Come along," I told her.

I kept my hand on her neck. I didn't need it. She would obey until the compulsion wore off, which would take several hours. I hadn't hit her all that hard. But it was better to be safe than sorry.

We brought her to my car. I made her get into the car and buckle up, then ordered her, "You will ride quietly and obediently. You will not leave the car until ordered to do so." I pressed more magic into her.

Emily and I got in the car and I began driving home. Emily looked into the back seat of the car at Nicole, then back at me. I could tell Emily had questions. I decided to ignore them.

"Nicole," I told her while driving. "You are undoubtedly wondering what is going on. Your mother has requested my help. She explained to me you are troubled and troublesome. She asked me to ensure you had a good life. Do you know what she offered me if I helped you?"

She shook her head.

"You may talk now, Nicole, but you will do so in a polite fashion."

"Who are you?" she asked immediately.

"My name is Anita." I smiled in the mirror at her. "As you have undoubtedly guessed, I am fae. Now, do tell me, do you know what your mother offered if I helped you?"

"I don't need your help."

"Answer my question, child!" I put steel into my voice.

"I don't know," she said quietly.

"She offered her life," I replied.

"What?" She looked at her mother. "No."

I let her think about it. She started to cry. "Mom, please, no."

I looked at Emily. "I told you." Then I looked in the mirror. "I turned her offer down."

"You did? Then what are we doing here?"

"She offered to serve me," I explained. "If I can help you. She gave herself to me if I help you. That offer I accepted." I looked at Emily. "I can hardly wait."

Nicole looked between us. "That's sick," she said eventually.

I shrugged. Let her believe what she wished.

We rode in silence for several minutes. Finally Nicole said, "I don't need your help, so you can just let us both out. Right here would be fine."

I ignored her.

We came to a stop light. I smiled when Nicole reached for the door handle but snatched her hand back as soon as she had touched it. She tried twice more with similar results.

"What did you do to me?"

I smiled sweetly. "Get used to it."

"You have no right!"

"According to human law, I have every right, until your eighteenth birthday."

She reached for the door handle again.

"But I am fae," I said. "In the fae world, the age of consent is twenty-five. That is nine years from now. Imagine what your life could be like if you annoy me."

She smiled back. It wasn't a nice smile. "You have to give me a good life," she said. "You can't hurt me."

"You'll have a good life," I said. "I wonder if you'll enjoy a gilded cage." I paused. "Silence now."

She opened her mouth several times to speak, glaring at me sullenly.

Emily asked me quietly at one point, "Have I made a mistake?"

"No, Emily," I said just as quietly. "You knew when you came to me she wouldn't appreciate the help."

We finally pulled into my estate. From the back seat of the car, Nicole gaped. We drove along the drive and parked in front of the house. Someone else could park the car back in the garage. I turned the car off and turned to look at Nicole. "You will get out of the car and follow obediently. You will remain silent."

She glared at me again, but she was gawking at the house. With both Emily and Nicole following me, I led the way to their suite within my house. James met us along the way. "Everything is ready," he said. I expected nothing less.

I let him step ahead of us when we arrived at the doors. He opened them. The green rooms were, of course, named for their color. There was a main living room with two bedrooms, one on either side. Each bedroom had it's own bathroom.

"You now live here," I told both women. "James, which room is which?"

"Mother," he said, pointing to the right. "Daughter," he said, pointing left.

I led the way to Nicole's new room and stepped inside. James waited in the main room while both women followed me. Nicole stared at the room.

"Nicole, you may now speak but will remain respectful and polite."

"You had no right to touch my stuff!" James had worked quickly. Everything from Nicole and Emily's home had been delivered, and the things from her bedroom were all waiting for her.

I turned to Nicole. "We will talk again tomorrow. I believe you will find all your things here. You will remain in this room or the outer living room." I pointed. "You will not enter your mother's room without her invitation. You will not leave the suite. You will act as a good guest in my home." I reached out and touched her, backing up my will with my magic. She tried to flinch away, but as soon as I touched her, she grew still.

"Give me your cell phone," I ordered, holding out my hand. Sullenly, she handed it to me.

"Am I a prisoner?"

"Yes."

Then I turned from the room. "Emily, you will come with me. I find myself hungry."

Emily

I led the way to my own suite in the house. Gwendolyn, my plaything from the previous night, was still there. She was young, stunning, and my complete thrall. She was a fae who had thought to lie to me. Her punishment was one hundred years. She had eighty remaining to serve.

She was still naked. As soon as I entered my room, she fell to her knees, bowing her head all the way to the floor. "How may I serve you?"

Emily was quite taken by surprise and froze, staring at Gwendolyn.

"This one sought to lie to me," I told her. "Gwendolyn, get dressed. There is a human teenage girl in the green room. You will provide her with company and see to her needs."

"Yes, Anita," Gwendolyn said from the floor before rising. She found her clothes, neatly folded on the chest at the foot of my bed, and dressed quickly. Emily stared at her until she left. Once Gwendolyn departed, I turned to Emily.

"I have retrieved your daughter from that vile school. She is now residing where she is safe and unable to enact mischief. Her room is warm and comfortable, and she has all of her things about her to provide her with comfort. Are we agreed that I have begun providing her with the life you seek for her?"

"Yes." Emily immediately dropped to her knees, taking a position similar to the one Gwendolyn had taken. I sighed.

"Get up." I stepped over and helped her. "Gwendolyn is being punished for lying to me. You are not."

"I don't know what you want from me," Emily said as she rose to her feet.

"Then perhaps I will show you."

She was a small woman for a human. Fae come in all sizes. I was very slightly taller than Emily. I looked down into her eyes from only inches away. They were green and lovely. Mine were also green and, when I wished it, they glowed. I let my eyes begin to glow while I stared into Emily's eyes.

I reached out with a hand and set it on her cheek. She looked at the hand as I raised it to her, but she didn't flinch away.

"I-" she said, confused. "I like men. Not women."

"Oh honey," I told her. "You're going to like me very, very much."

I let my magic begin to sweep into her. I filled her, slowly, with lust for me. Her lips parted, and she pressed her cheek more fully into my hand. I smiled.

"Ohhh," she said.

I leaned forward and kissed her gently, filling her with even more lust.

"What-" she said. "What are you doing to me?"

"You know exactly what I'm doing," I told her. I kissed her again. She tasted wonderful.

She began to tremble and her breath grew shallow.

"Remove these clothes," I told her. "Slowly."

I stepped back and watched her undress. She began blushing, but she didn't stop. She stripped down to her bra and undies, then stopped.

"Oh honey," I said. "Those two."

She looked away but stepped out of the rest of her clothes. I stepped back up to her. "I am a succubus, Emily. That means I love sex." I lifted her chin and kissed her, raising her lust further. She gasped.

"Undress me," I told her.

Her fingers fumbled at my blouse for a moment. She slipped it from my shoulders. I wasn't wearing one of those cursed bras. I didn't need one. I frequently wore corsets, but I detested bras and refused to wear them.

She helped me out of the rest of my clothes, and I pulled her to me, my hands roaming over her skin. She moaned. I did too.

For a human, she was lovely, and it had been hours for me, positively hours. I drew her to the bed and told her what I wanted her to do. She complied willingly, perhaps even greedily.

We kissed, sitting on the bed. I filled her with more lust while my tongue filled her mouth. She moaned into the kiss, her hands clutching at me. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her tightly to me, and then lowered her to the bed, pressing her into the pillows.

I moved my mouth to her breast, teasing her with my tongue, my lips, my teeth. If she had known what to do, I would have made her do these things to me, but she needed to learn. I would have to show her. I pulled away and looked down at her. Training her would be a joyous experience.

"Oh my god," she said. "What are you doing to me?"

"I told you already, you know exactly what I am doing to you." I took her mouth with mine again, silencing any further questions. She began to squirm, her hands reaching for me. I pressed them back to the bed, then lowered my mouth to her neck. I sucked greedily at her neck, and she arched her back, lifting her chin to give me unfettered access, moaning.

I pulled away to admire my mark on her neck.

"Tell me, Emily," I said. "Do you want me to stop?"

"No!"

I attacked her shoulder with my lips, marking her again. She squirmed and moaned.

After that, my lips moved to her right breast while my hand found her left. I teased her nipples, which were already erect and waiting for me. I teased and nipped, sucked and pinched. She squirmed and said my name.

I'd filled her with lust, but now I began to feed on her passion, slowly, not wanting to take it away from her, wanting to drive her to new heights. Human passions can be so intense, a tasty meal for a succubus, and it had clearly been a very long time since Emily had allowed her passions freedom.

My lips moved down her body, tickling her sides. I left another mark over her pelvis. She trust at me. I could smell her musky scent, and my own passions increased. That scent always drove me mad with need, and this time with Emily was no different. I breathed deeply, filling of her.

I couldn't hold back any further. I slipped down in between her legs and pulled her crotch to me, slipping her legs over my shoulders. I buried my mouth between her legs.

She was surprised by the ferocity of my attack and cried out, but it was a cry with a great deal of passion and lust.

My tongue teased at her, and her labia opened willingly for me. I thrust my long, clever tongue into her, and she offered her first spasm.

She tasted amazing, truly amazing. I growled with my own needs.

I used my fingers to tease her clit while my tongue invaded her vagina. A human tongue has limits in this way, but I was a succubus. I filled her completely with my tongue and began sucking, my tongue moving in and out of her, lapping up her musk while I pulled her passion into me.

She grew increasingly frantic with desire, saying over and over, "Oh, oh, oh!"

I brought her to the edge of orgasm, then held her there, teasing her, tasting her, soaking myself in the juices she was producing, feasting on her little whimpers and cries until she begged me to let her come.

I did, and she exploded against my mouth, screaming, "Oh! Oh! Oh!" Her shudders were exquisite, and my tongue felt her vagina contract around it, squeezing. I loved that feeling.

Finally I withdrew, lowering her gently back to the bed before tracing a series of kisses back up to her mouth. I let her taste herself with my kisses as she continued to pant and I continued to feed off her passion.

Oh she was amazing! She was going to be worth all the time I would spend with her daughter.

I let her calm down, her heart rate returning to something resembling normal. She opened her eyes and looked at me, leaning over her. She opened her mouth to speak but wasn't able to.

"You taste wonderful," I told her. "Your passion is exquisite. A fine meal."

"Meal?"

"Oh yes. Cucumber sandwiches only do so much for a succubus. You do far, far, more. But now I have other needs." I rolled over, pulling her on top of me.

She was quite inexpert, but she made up for her lack of expertise with a great deal of passion. We spent hours making love, over and over.

* * *

Finally we both were spent, my needs satisfied for a while. Her passion had tasted quite exquisite. We lied together in the bed, cuddling, her head resting on my shoulder.

"Is this what serving you means?" she asked.

I laughed. "Yes. Amongst other things."

"I don't think I could do this every day."

"A human can't keep up with a succubus," I told her. "You would literally die. You will have other duties." I paused. "Did you finish high school?"

"Yes. But only one term of college."

"Why did you drop out?"

"I got pregnant."

We were quite for a few minutes. "Were you talking literally when you said you fed off me?"

"Yes."

"Like a vampire?"

"Yes and no," I said. "You will replenish everything I took from you." I smiled at her. "The more I keep you sexually on edge, the faster you'll replenish."

We talked until late. "I should go," she said.

I laughed. "You will warm my bed," I told her. "I may want a little snack later."

She blushed.

Nicole

Emily and I showered together in the morning. I thought about taking her again, but I'd wrung everything out of her the night before. I would collect Gwendolyn later. She was fae. I could drain her near death and she'd recover.

She should have known better than to lie to me.

Emily tried to put her own clothes back on. "No. No servant of mine dresses in such cheap clothing."

"They were all I could afford," she said, embarrassed.

"I'm sorry," I said. "I was insensitive. You may borrow from my closet. We'll arrange something else later."

We both dressed and went in search of breakfast. I found a servant and ordered fruit for the terrace. James joined us.

"Sit and eat with us," I told him.

He had eaten, but he ate a little further to be polite. "James, will you take Emily shopping for clothes today? You know where to take her. Buy everything she will need for a while." He nodded. "You may go as soon as we have talked to Nicole."

We ate and enjoyed our tea. "Well, shall we see just how petulant the teenager is going to be?"

James stayed behind. Emily and I worked our way to the green suite and entered. Nicole and Gwendolyn were watching television. I walked over and turned it off.

"Hey!" Nicole said. "We were watching that."

I narrowed my eyes at her. Gwendolyn was immediately on the floor, kneeling and bowing to me. I left her there.

Nicole looked at the display. "Do you expect me to do that?"

"Only if you earn a punishment," I replied.

"What did she do?" Nicole asked, pointing.

"She tried to lie to me."

I let Nicole think about it. Emily stood off to the side, silent.

"It is time to discuss your situation, Nicole," I said "Do you want a calm, respectful, adult-like conversation, or would you prefer to be treated like a petulant teenager?"

She gaped at me. Fae can be subtle, but subtlety is typically lost on humans, more so on their teenage offspring.

She didn't answer.

"Nicole, that question was not rhetorical. Do you know what that means?"

"It means you are actually expecting an answer." I raised an eyebrow. "I'll take the adult conversation," she said.

"Well then, let us all sit." I paused. "Not you, Gwendolyn. You stay right there."

I took a little amusement from watching Gwendolyn abase herself to me. It also kept Nicole off guard, which was a bonus.

Emily and I took seats. I looked at Nicole. "Other than being unhappy to be locked in your room, did you have a pleasant evening? Did Gwendolyn suffice for companionship and your other needs?"

"No," Nicole said, thrusting out her chin.

I narrowed my eyes at her. "I do not care for being lied to." I looked pointedly at Gwendolyn. "Would you care to emulate her behavior?"

Nicole stared at the floor and said sullenly, "No."

"I thought you wanted an adult conversation. But if you intend to be the petulant teenager, I am happy to treat you like one. You won't like it."

I stared at her. "All right," she said. "Yes, I had a nice time But Gwendolyn is the biggest liar I have ever met."

"Oh, I very much doubt that," I said, smiling. "What did she say you find so unlikely?"

"She said she knew Thomas Jefferson."

"How did that come up?"

"I told her I knew my rights, and that you couldn't treat me like this."

"Ah, an that turned around to a discussion on the Constitution?"

She nodded.

"I don't know if Gwendolyn was lying," I said. "I was not in the colonies two hundred years ago, but she may have been. She would have been fifty or seventy five years old by then." I paused, ignoring Nicole's expression. "I met Benjamin Franklin in Paris though. He was a quaint man. I rather liked him. Of course, I didn't know his role in history at the time."

Nicole was staring at me. "You're serious."

"Yes."

"How old are you?"

"That's a very rude question," I said. "Even as a human, you know that." She looked away but didn't apologize. "Seven hundred and twelve," I told her. I paused. "No, I didn't know Christopher Columbus." I smiled, remembering. "Catherine the Great though. I knew her. Ah, she was so tasty."

"Tasty?"

I smiled sweetly.

Emily was coughing.

Nicole looked back and forth between her mother and me, offering a few glances to Gwendolyn, still abased on the floor. "What did you do to my mother?" she screamed.

I buffed my fingernails on my shirt while staring into Nicole's eyes. "A succubus has to eat," I said. "But she wasn't complaining. I rather believe she enjoyed every minute."

Nicole stared at me. "You're trying to shock me."

"No more than you try to shock everyone else around you," I replied calmly. "Do you like it?"

"No." She looked at her mother. "Did you hurt her?" she asked in a small voice.

I offered a tiny amount of pity. "No." A glance at Emily showed me she was quite blushed. "Although it appears I have embarrassed her badly. However, I believe it is important for you to understand the full situation if you are to make adult decisions."

"Adult decisions?"

I nodded. "Your mother has asked I ensure you have a good life. That is, of course, an exceedingly broad request. A fae would have been far more specific with her request. Another fae may choose to interpret the request far less benevolently than I intend." I paused. "To me a good life implies a proper home, a well-studied education, and no bad habits." I stressed the last. "This eventually leads to a good, rewarding job and a healthy relationship with society." I turned to Emily. "Would that be a good summary?"

"Yes," she said.

"What if I don't want any of that?" Nicole asked.

"Too bad."

"Mother! Why did you do this?"

"Because I didn't know what else to do," she said simply. "You were heading down a bad, bad path. Your friends are no good, but you wouldn't listen to me. You were skipping school."

"School is stupid."

"School is essential!" her mother said. "Or you end up like me."

That shut everyone up for a time.

"I want a better life for you," Emily said quietly.

"I was perfectly fine," said Nicole. "Happy."

I said quietly, "I thought we agreed there would be no lying."

Nicole glared at me.

"Nicole, here is the reality," I told her. "You have two choices and only two choices. You can agree to live by the rules I set for you. You won't agree with all of them. But you will agree to live by them. You will otherwise retain your free will and may search for happiness within the confines of the rules."

"Or?"

"Or I can take every ounce of your free will away and you can join Gwendolyn's fate until you are old enough to make mature choices."

"You can do that?"

"Gwendolyn is fae and nearly three hundred years old. She will remain in this uncomfortable position until I give her another order, and she can't even think about disobeying me. You are a human child. What do you think?"

I rose from the chair and walked over to hers, looming over her.

"Please don't hurt me!" she shrank back from me.

"I have no intention of hurting you, child," I said. I reached out my hand and filled her with my magic. "Your will is mine." I clamped my magic around her. She gasped, then her face grew blank.

"What are you doing?" Emily asked.

"Making sure she understands her choices," I said. I turned back to Nicole. "You may see to your biological needs. You may obey any order given to you by your mother or myself. When not doing either of these, you will sit here and contemplate your choices."

I released her. She stared straight ahead, expressionless.

I turned to Emily. "Find James and ask him to provide you with household duties. Tell him half duty and half education."

"Education?"

"When I release you from your service to me, you won't be going back to your old job."

"Gwendolyn, you will go to my suit, remove your clothes, and resume this position, waiting for me."

"Yes, Anita," she said, standing up. She ran off to obey.

* * *

I spent time with Gwendolyn. She didn't enjoy it as much as I did. I took what I needed from her, leaving her drained. She was filling, but not very satisfying. Emily's passion had tasted so much better. I sighed. Still, Gwendolyn could feed me indefinitely, and Emily could not.

"Are you hungry?" I asked her.

"Yes, Anita," she said.

"I let you feed on the child's fear."

"Her fear was weak," Gwendolyn said. I thought perhaps she would say more if I allowed it, so I did. "She perhaps does not believe you would hurt her."

"She doesn't know the fae very well."

"She is afraid now," Gwendolyn said. "I can taste it from here."

"Well then, she will be that much more afraid by the time I allow her to give me her decision. I will let you feed further then."

"Yes, Anita," she said. "Thank you."

* * *

I found James and made sure he knew what I wanted. After that, I busied myself in other ways.

* * *

At dinner I sent Gwendolyn to find Emily and meet me in the green suite. I arrived first. Nicole was sitting in her chair, staring vacantly ahead. Emily and Gwendolyn entered a few minutes later.

"May I, Anita?" she asked.

"You may consume what fear is available," I told her. "You may not add more."

She smiled and began walking to Nicole. Eventually she took a place behind her and set her hands on Nicole's shoulders. Gwendolyn began to smile in bliss.

"What is she doing?" Emily asked me.

"Eating."

"What? Make her stop!"

"She has to eat, and she's not harming your daughter. Humans have an infinite capacity for what Gwendolyn eats."

"What is that?" Emily said.

"Fear."

Emily looked like she was going to argue with me, but I put my fingers over her lips. "You tried things your way and then you came to me. We are doing them my way. Sit." I pointed to a chair. Emily sat obediently.

Gwendolyn didn't actually need much to eat. I gave her another minute then said, "Gwendolyn, enough. Find James and do whatever he tells you."

"Yes, Anita," she said obediently. I watched as she walked out, looking somewhat flushed from the meal. Nicole must have been quite terrified.

Once the door was closed, I turned to Nicole, still staring straight ahead with a vacant expression. I stepped up to her, reached out, and withdrew most of my magic. "Your will is yours again," I told her.

She continued to stare straight ahead for a moment, then she fell to her knees in front of me, clutching my legs and begging, "Please don't do that to me again! Please, please, I'll be good. Please don't do that again."

I extricated myself and handed her a list of the household rules as they applied to her. "These are the rules. Read them."

She cried for a while but finally worked her way through them. She wasn't happy about a few, but she had a real good idea what the alternative would be.

She looked up at me.

"Do you agree to follow those rules and any others I may enact as needed?"

"Yes." She stared up at me through tear-stained eyes. "Please don't do that again."

"If you follow the rules, I won't. But if you require punishment, you've now had a taste. How would you like to experience that for a week? A month?"

She started crying again. "I'll be good."

"I know you're thinking about how to escape," I told her. "Rules seven through ten should take care of that."

"I'll be good," she said quietly.

I set my hand on her shoulder and brought forth my magic.

"Oh please!" she begged. "Please no! Please!"

"Hush, child. Promise to follow the rules."

"I promise! I'll follow the rules. All the rules. Please don't do that to me again!"

I used my magic to bind her promise to her. She felt it settle in.

"What did you do? I promised to behave!" she was nearing a panic.

"I bound you to your promise. As long as you follow the rules, you will have free will. If you break the rules, you will find yourself at my feet, begging forgiveness."

"I'll behave," she promised again.

"Good. You may enjoy the remainder of the day. You have free run of the house. Tomorrow is a school day."

Graduation

Two years later, Nicole was eighteen and graduating from high school. She had gotten straight A's in all her classes from the moment she came to live with me. Emily and I attended her graduation. Emily was very proud of her. So was I.

Both of us had tears in her eyes as we watched the short but proud woman walk across the stage to collect her diploma.

After the ceremony, Emily and I stood together, watching Nicole with her friends. "Thank you," Emily said quietly.

"You're welcome, Lover," I told her. I smiled at her. "It's been enough days since the last time."

"I'm so horny," she said quietly.

"Good."

We turned back to Nicole, who was slowly working her way to us. She threw herself into her mother's arms, kissing her on the cheek and squeezing tightly. I ignored their whispers.

Then she turned to me and gave me just as warm of a hug. I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her back. Then I pulled away and took her arm. "We'll be right back, Emily."

I pulled Nicole off to the side of the room. "You are an adult now, in human laws, if not fae. Are you old enough to make your own decisions?"

"I don't know what you are asking."

"You have been bound by my rules. Are they still required? College is filled with temptation." I smiled. "Not that there's anything wrong with a little temptation."

She looked at me. "I wouldn't have made this without your rules." She gestured at her gold tassel indicating her status as an honors student. "I might not have made any of this."

"Perhaps you would like a set of rules in keeping with a positive college experience."

"Thank you, Anita. Yes, I would."

I pet her on the arm for a moment. "Come to me tomorrow and I'll have something ready for you. Now, go see your mother again before I spirit her away."

She laughed.

* * *

Emily was especially lovely that evening. Her passion was infused with happiness. We arrived in my suite and she immediately turned to me. "Will you make me beg?"

I laughed. "Was that asking for a prediction or making a request?"

"A request."

"Well, then, of course."

We undressed together. Then I ordered to stand up straight while I looked at her. She had just as fabulous a body as she'd had the day we met, maybe even more so. She was eating better and exercising more.

I walked around her. She turned to follow me. "Stand straight!" I ordered. She snapped back to her original position, and I walked around her.

She already knew to stand up straight when I inspected her. I ran my hand down the skin of her back, causing her to jump. I'd put some magic into it.

"Ohhh," she said.

"Did you like that?" I asked.

"Oh yes. Please do it again."

"I don't know." I reached around and cupped a breast, then gave her a jolt of magic.

She arched her back, pressing her breast further into my hand. "Ohhhh!"

I spent the next twenty minutes, ramping up her lust. I could smell her musk dripping down her legs and she had been begging me for ten minutes. The lust wafting off of her had already satiated me, and I had barely begun with her.

"Hands and knees on the bed, Lover," I told her. She scrambled to obey, spreading her legs obediently, knowing what was coming next.

I followed after her, stepping to the side of the bed before crawling up with her. "Head down," I ordered, pushing on her neck. She lowered herself from her hands to her elbows but kept her ass in the air, waiting for me.

"Good girl," I said, giving her another jolt.

"Ohhh! Please, Anita! I'm so ready."

"I know you are," I told her, smiling. "You taste divine." I licked her from the back of the neck to her tailbone, and she shuddered.

She was amped up about as far as she could go, but she had long learned not to rush me. The few times she had tried, I'd kept her like this for days, feeding off of her, but offering no satisfaction, finishing her only when it suited me.

I patted her lovely bottom then slipped my hand between her legs. I was right. Her legs were drenched from her own need. I slipped two fingers into her and received a spasm in reply.

Lovely.

I used both hands to pleasure her, two fingers massaging her engorged, sensitive clitoris, two fingers buried inside her vagina, stroking her G-spot, bringing her to greater passions.

Then, smiling, I moved my fingers from her clit to her bottom, tapping against her anus.

"Oh, no, no," she said.

I slipped a finger into her and she hissed, arching her back. She began panting, half in need, half because she was amazingly close to coming, and half in anticipation of what would come next.

I gave her a jolt of my magic in her anus. She shuddered. The next jolt was in her vagina. She clenched tightly around my fingers.

"Not yet," I told her. "Not yet."

"Please, Anita!"

I alternated my magic, two fingers inside her vagina pressed to her G-spot, one finger inside her anus. I increased the tempo and intensity, and her shudders and pants became more insistent.

"Come now, Emily!" I ordered.

She screamed my name, clenching her muscles around both my hands, shuddering over and over until she collapsed.

I withdrew my hands and gathered her into my arms. She continued to shudder briefly every few seconds, slowly calming down. Finally she rolled over to face me.

"Last time you did that I passed out." She paused. "I'm going to be worthless for hours."

"You're never worthless. You taste divine, and I'm stuffed."

She laughed. We cuddled together and fell asleep.

In the morning, I sent her to the doctor. I had found a growth on her back.

Graduation

Three and a half years later, there was a second graduation. Nicole graduated with honors, one term early. I attended. Emily did not. She had died the previous fall.

I waited in the back, unsure whether Nicole would want to talk to me. Before Emily had died, Nicole had come to me, asking me to save her mother. She blamed me for Emily's death, sure I had caused it somehow.

But I watched her, and when she walked across the stage, her eyes searched the audience and found mine. She smiled and nodded. Afterwards, she sought me out and immediately pulled me into a fierce hug.

"Thank you," she said. "I'm sorry I was a bitch."

"You're welcome," I told her. "And forgiven. I may have been a bitch in the same circumstances." I paused. "Your mother was very proud of you."

She didn't let go. "I thought you would stop helping me once she died."

"I promised to ensure you had a good life, as best I could. I can't abandon you." I paused. "Will you come home?"

"Home?"

"Your room is waiting for you."

She pulled away. "I don't think I can. It would hurt too much." She paused. "I know this job I'm starting is for one of your companies. Is it charity?"

"No. You are well-qualified. You will do fabulously well."

* * *

I didn't see her again for several years. I knew she did well at her job. I kept track of her, after all. I sent small birthday presents every year but otherwise let her have her life.

* * *

Marcus bowed, holding forth parchment. "A human female wishes an audience. This is her offering."

James had long completed his service to me. Marcus, however, had offered himself in exchange for help for his sister, who had been in a bit of a gambling-induced financial pickle. I took the parchment and looked at it.

It was a poem written about me from someone who clearly knew me very well. I read it and smiled. As great poetry goes, this poem may not have qualified, but it was heartfelt and sweet.

"Show her in."

Marcus rose, departed, and returned after a moment with a young woman. I smiled as she walked across the room and knelt in front of me.

"Hello, Nicole," I told her. I waved Marcus away. "Are you well?"

"Yes, Anita," she said, continuing to kneel in front of me with her head bowed.

"This is a lovely poem. I was not expecting a gift from you today. I was more expecting to offer a gift, it being your twenty-fifth birthday."

"It's a lovely necklace," she said. "Thank you."

"It was your great grandmother's."

She looked up at me. "The necklace mother gave you?"

I nodded. "It should be yours."

"Thank you," she said again, lowering her head.

I sighed. "Get up. Why are you kneeling?"

"I wish an audience to beg a favor."

"Get up," I said. "Sit."

She did.

"What favor did you wish to ask?"

"I thought perhaps I could ask you some questions."

"You may ask. I do not promise to answer." I smiled. "We fae can be fickle with the questions we answer." She smiled in return. I had always answered her questions.

"Mother once told me she was deeply in love with you." I waited. It wasn't a question. She paused. "Did you love her?"

"Yes, Nicole. I loved your mother very much. And I will until the end of my days."

She thought about it. "That is likely to be a very long time."

"Yes, although the world can be a dangerous place. Nothing is assured."

She looked into my face for a while without saying anything. I waited for her. "You are very beautiful," she said finally.

"Thank you," I said, smiling. "But that's not why you're here, to complement my appearance."

She looked away. "Maybe it is." Then she turned back to me.

"You made her happy." I nodded. "You gave me far more than anyone could have expected." She paused. "Was her death difficult?"

"No. It might have been, but I eased it for her at the end. Gwendolyn helped."

"How did Gwendolyn help?"

"She kept me well-fed, more well-fed than was safe for herself. It was her offer."

"I should thank her. Can you call her?"

I laughed. "I could, but I believe she's in Europe." I paused. "Your mother asked me to forgive her. I did."

Again we shared silence. Nicole looked at the floor before looking back at me again. She placed her hand against her stomach and I finally understood why she had come.

"Congratulations," I told her. "May I?"

She nodded. I slipped from my chair and knelt in front of her, placing my hands on her stomach.

"She's very small," I said after a moment.

"I thought it would be a girl," Nicole said. "Are you sure?"

"Yes." I slipped back to my chair, smiling. "The father?"

"Doesn't know. He was little more than a sperm donor." She paused. "You made sure I would have more to offer a child than mother did, but as you say. The world is uncertain."

"It is."

She stared into my eyes. "I would ask the same favor for my child that my mother asked for me, and I offer the same service in payment."

I stood and opened my arms to her. "Welcome home, Nicole."

Gifts

My supplicants bring me gifts. They bring a gift to meet with me and then offer another in exchange for my favors.

One woman offered herself to me if I would only ensure her daughter a good life.

What will you offer?

About the author:

Julia P. Lynde lives and works in the American mid-west.

Julia is older than most of the characters in her books. She has blue eyes and grey hair. She enjoys hiking in the mountains (difficult to do in the mid-west) and hosting dinner parties.

Julia can be reached via email as julia.p.lynde@gmail.com.

Julia's other works include:

Novels

Rewind:

Emerging from traumatic events of her past, Shane is left dealing with newfound self-revelations until she seeks help from an unexpected quarter.

Veronica is a stunning and powerful businesswoman who knows what she wants and lives for the seduction involved in getting it.

Complicated doesn't begin to describe the results.

Rewind features graphic sex between consenting women and some light BDSM.

Pulled to the Dark: The Siriena Series Volume 1:

Felicia Conner begins having recurring dreams of the woman who gave her a great new job. Night after night, Petra appears in her dreams. Petra begins to teach Felicia the wonders of the dream world she inhabits while Felicia begins to wonder how she can have such lifelike dreams night after night.

Petra welcomes Felicia to the world of Siriena, where the world may just very well be as it seems.

This complete novel of 95,000 words contains swords, magic, intriguing characters, an easy-to-hate villain and graphic sex scenes between Felicia and Petra.

Shorts

Bound in Arrogance

"You wouldn't last two hours of my attention," Penny told me, turning it into a wager. Foolishly, I rose to the bait.

Bound in Arrogance features Veronica and Penny several years prior to the events in Rewind. It features light BDSM.

Snow Bound

First in the five-part Snow Bound series.

After a near experience with a deer, Allison is pulled from her car by Sarah, troubled twenty-five-year-old photographer. Sarah drives Allison to Allison's secluded cabin on a lake, where the two become snow bound.

Allison finds Sarah deeply attractive. Will Sarah's troubled past interfere with a possible future?

This short of 10,000 words contains graphic sex, light bondage, domination, and a mind game or two. It is continued for five volumes.

Emily's Gift

Copyright 2012 by Julia P. Lynde

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