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When Tim sees the evidence of deep scratches down his back in the mirror this morning, he really can’t explain them. Sure, he might enjoy the occasional science fiction or fantasy show, but he doesn’t believe any of it to be realistically possible. Last night had to be a dream. A very good erotic dream in which the sexiest woman... no… creature he has ever met fucked him into oblivion. Definitely felt real at the time. And despite the strangeness of the encounter, he would again let her do whatever she wanted to do to him. But none of it makes any sense. People don’t randomly appear and disappear out of rooms. Had to be a dream. Had to be.

A dream that still affects him by the time he arrives at work. As he walks in the door, his friend Angela Lopez catches up to him. “Someone looks unusually chipper today. You get lucky last night?”

Tim stops dead in his tracks. “What?!” He must not have been able to hide the deer in the headlights look because Angela just laughs.

“Oh my God! You did!” Angela sobers quickly, but doesn’t lose the smile on her face. “Tell me all about her. Where did you meet? What does she look like? How was the sex? Must have been really good to finally wipe that permanent scowl off your face.” She teases.

Scoffing, he continues into the station, trying his best to get away from Angela even though he knows his efforts are futile. “I’m happy because it’s Rookie Day. No other reason.” She is right though. He’ll need to wipe the smile off his face if he wants to intimidate his newest rookie. He doesn’t want to be off his game today.

Maybe it’s an act of cowardice when he escapes into the men’s locker room to avoid anymore of Angela’s knowing stares, yet he does so anyway. He has little doubt she’ll drop the subject, but he can’t exactly explain the dream or why it’s having such a strong effect on him. If he wants Angela to leave him alone about this, he’ll have to make up a story about a one night stand. He won’t exactly be lying. He doubts he’ll ever see Lucy again. Because she doesn’t exist. Or she does, but only in his dreams.

After changing into his uniform, Tim feels a little better about the day ahead. His attempt to scare one of the new rookies didn’t exactly go according to plan, but he chalks that up more to Jackson West’s police legacy background. If West is his rookie, he’ll just have to try harder. And if not, well he doubts whoever he’ll be training today will have the same reaction. He’s looking forward to the look of fear in their eyes.

He joins Angela and Talia Bishop at their usual table in the briefing room for roll call. Lopez must have filled Bishop in about her suspicions considering the annoying grins they both have upon seeing him. He scowls at them as he leans back in his chair with his arms crossed. The three new rookies are seated up front as per tradition. Between West and another man, who must be the oldest rookie everyone has been talking about, is a woman. He can’t see her face from this angle. Only the back of her head. Her dark brown hair tied up securely as police women prefer.

When Sergeant Grey has the new recruits face the room, Tim’s entire body goes rigid. A chill creeps down his spine. And yet his blood somehow runs hot upon seeing the face of the new female rookie. The face of the woman literally from his dreams. Only now Tim must be in a living nightmare.

He feels flushed and dizzy. Memories from last night assault him. The sight of her riding his cock. The feel of her lips roughly attacking his. The sound of her commanding tone in his ear. The sharp pain from her claws dragging down his back. Except they aren’t memories from a dream. They can’t be. Because she’s here. Standing in front of him.

He’s barely able to concentrate in time to hear Grey refer to Lucy Chen, his Lucy, as a hotshot who already made her first arrest. No surprise if she is exactly who he thinks she is. Only Tim’s bad luck can explain how Grey then proclaims she will be Tim’s new rookie.

She turns around in her seat to look at him, but he doesn’t see any recognition on her face. Just normal curiosity. He attempts to look stoic upon catching her eyes. Hopes to God he succeeds. He can’t let her have any advantage over him.

Once Grey dismisses everyone, Tim follows Lucy out into the bullpen. She immediately holds out her hand for him to shake. “Hi, I’m Officer Lucy Chen. Your new rookie, but I guess you already know that.” Her bright smile and cheery yet awkward attitude doesn’t match the confident seductress he met last night. Does she have a twin? Or a doppelganger? Both for some unknown reason named Lucy.

Maybe he’s wrong. Maybe she isn’t the same person. She’s not exactly acting like she knows him. But it’s not as though he can ask her if she is a succubus who mysteriously appeared in his room last night and fucked his brains out. If he’s wrong; then at best she’ll file a sexual harassment claim against him, and he’ll be rightfully fired. At worst, he’ll be fired and sent to a mental institution.

He needs to forget last night happened. Because it probably didn’t. He most likely saw her file when he was in Grey’s office one day last week, and her photo and name got stuck in his brain. Unfortunate timing that he had a sex dream about his new rookie before even meeting her, but that’s on him. He can’t punish her for that. Has to treat her like any other rookie. Which some might consider a punishment, but he considers necessary training tactics to handle the tough world of police work.

Except he can’t do it. Every attempt to intimidate her fails. He stops himself before yelling at her. He doesn’t pull his usual trick of hitting the breaks and pretending he has been shot. He even compliments her when she expertly tackles the druggie father who left his kid alone in a hot car. He’s probably the nicest he has ever been to a rookie, and he can’t explain why.

That’s not true. He can explain why. Because what if he’s right? What if she is the she-demon who visited him last night? What if this is all a part of her evil plan to torture him? What if she will turn on him at any second and rip his heart out? What if she’s waiting to steal his soul? One wrong move, and he could be a dead man.

Worse yet, what if she doesn’t visit him in bed again? What if last night is the only chance he’ll ever have to be with her? What if he makes her angry, and she denies him more of the best sex he has ever had?

Either way, he can’t risk it.

Lucy Chen ends her first shift as a rookie as excitable and enthusiastic as she was this morning. She even thanks him for a great first day. Tells him she looks forward to tomorrow.

Tim is so screwed. How will he possibly get through the next year of Lucy’s training without be driven insane? He can’t explain to Sergeant Grey why he needs her to be reassigned. But every time Lucy smiles at him, he remembers the look of pure bliss on her double’s face as her orgasm washed over her. He’ll be spending twelve hours a day with her. A few days every week. He can’t hide his erection forever. And there’s only so much that repeating Dodgers statistics and penal codes in his mind will do to distract him.

He needs to go home, have a drink or five, and think of a workable solution. Maybe he’ll be lucky enough to get shot tomorrow and get a few weeks away from Lucy.

***

That night Tim doesn’t know how long he’s been asleep; but he does know when he went to bed, he was alone.

Which is not the case right now. Lucy is in his bed. The succubus version to be sure.

She’s traded out her leather for a women’s suit in black. The long v-cut jacket showing off her amble bosom. Not bothering to cover her breasts with a bra. Made only more salacious by being paired with a short skirt with a high slit. When she sits astride him, he can already see her cunt is glistening.

Tonight she isn’t restraining him so when she leans forward to kiss him, his hands sift through her luxurious waves of hair. As she pulls away from, he examines a lock of it. The color is raven black. So different from the chocolate tresses with highlights that represent the other Lucy. That has to mean something, doesn’t it?

Still, he has to know for sure. “What was today about?”

She blinks curiously at him. “What do you mean?”

“I mean you showing up at the police station. Pretending to be my new rookie.” He grabs her hips and rocks her against his hardening cock. He meant his efforts to be a way to take control of the situation; but judging by the smirk on her face, he doesn’t think his plan is working.

Her smile widens like the Cheshire Cat. “Have you been seeing me everywhere?” She slowly unbuttons her suit jacket one button at a time. “That’s so cute.”

Distracted by her naked breasts, he forces himself to close his eyes so he can concentrate. Try to remember what they are talking about. “Are you my new rookie or are you not?”

“I’m whatever you want me to be.” She lifts her hips up and then settles back down on his waiting cock.

When did she remove his boxers? What was he saying before? All he can think about is her overwhelming heat surrounding him. He knows there is a purpose to their conversation. He’s sure there is. He’ll remember it… later.

Right now, all he wants to think about is making Lucy come. Pounding into her sweet pussy over and over again. Watching her ride him until they both lose control.

After she thrusts herself down on him a few more times, he attempts to flip her under him. But she presses him down into the mattress. Barely seems to make any effort at all in order to do so. As she uses the motion of her hips to rock against him, her long nails scrape down his chest. Stinging as she once again leaves deep, red marks along his skin. And yet the pain only adds to his pleasure. Hers too if the way she increases her pace is any indication. Her black coal irises become even darker as the color spreads across the entirety of her eyes. Though the effect should scare the shit out of him, Tim can’t help but be mesmerized by her.

Before he realizes what’s happening, he’s coming inside her as she relishes in her own orgasm. When she slides off of him, his mind is completely blank. He wouldn’t be able to recall his own name if anyone asked him right now.

The last thing he hears before he drifts off to sleep is Lucy speaking softly. “Rest now. I’m not done with you yet.”

***

The next morning he awakens in quite the same fashion as he had the other day. Sated but also tired. Inexplicably clothed again despite his last memory of being naked. The only difference is this time the claw marks are on his chest instead of his back. Anytime he looks down today, he’ll be able to know they are there. He’ll feel the wounds pulsing with each breath he takes. He’s quite certain this is a message from Succubus Lucy.

She marked him as hers.

That thought is made all the more certain when he changes into his uniform. Unable to hide the scratches from anyone. Getting fist bumps and whistles from his colleagues. Congratulations on the new woman in his life and questions as to whether she has a sister. How she must be a demon in bed. If they only knew, but he ignores them all. He’s not about to share his personal life with anyone even if he could explain it. Especially because he is not sure if it is true. Even with the evidence staring him in the face or more accurately carved into his chest. Though he is more willing to believe his nightly visits are real; he doesn’t know if his new rookie is the one visiting him, or if she is an innocent in these events.

His frustration at having more questions and no answers leads him to be brusque with Chen today when he orders her to get the war bags. Her smile falters slightly, but she quickly readjusts with a ‘yes, sir’ and walks away. Her calling him ‘sir’ should not be having the effect it has on him. Nor should the sway of her hips. If he doesn’t calm down, at this rate he’ll have to visit the restroom before he gets in the shop with her.

He attempts to reclaim the control he lost yesterday. Establish his authority. Execute some tried and true tests he gives to all his rookies. None of them phase her. In fact, she seems to get more excited with each one she passes. Whether he praises her or not. And he’s been careful not to praise her. Verbally anyway. Can he be blamed if each little bounce in her step from passing a test makes him smile?

They have lunch together since the other training officers and rookies are out on calls. Chen talks about some true crime documentary she watched on television last night. He has barely heard a word she has said. Somewhat because he doesn’t care for true crime since he has to live it daily, but mostly because he’s looking at her nails. They are cut short. Standard grooming requirements for police. There’s no possible way her nails could leave the scratches currently burning warmly on his chest. Even fake nails would have snapped off with the amount of pressure the other Lucy put on him last night.

Objectively speaking, if he accepts that the woman who visited him the last two nights is a supernatural creature – which he has to admit is the mostly likely scenario – maybe she can retract her claws whenever she wants. Maybe the woman sitting across from him is the same hellcat in his bed. But can she really change her personality so completely? Can the overly sweet-natured Chen who speaks with a kind voice to every witness on their calls be the same demanding Lucy who takes her pleasure however she wants it?

Chen seems like she would prefer to be made love to slowly and gently. Whispered to about how beautiful she is as he carefully glides his cock inside her. Is it possible she also wants to be taken roughly? Bent over the top of their shop as he thrusts into her from behind? Screaming to fuck her harder?

He should not be thinking about having sex with his rookie in any capacity. If both Lucys are real, then he needs to keep them separately in his mind. One who he will be completely professional with during the day, and the other who will haunt his dreams at night.

So that’s settled. From this moment on, he will see the two Lucys as two completely different entities.

***

Tim still feels secure in his decision when the call comes over the radio that Bishop and Nolan have found a possible address for Lance Selby, the suspect Grey informed everyone about at roll call.

They confront the criminal and his cohort in the alley behind the address. Weapons are drawn and soon he and Lucy are in a shootout with the two men. He hears the crack of the window glass shatter, and in a split second he knows he’ll be shot and can’t do anything to stop the bullet.

Except he never feels the hit. There is no pain. He’s not even bleeding.

When he registers his surroundings, he is sitting behind the shop taking cover with Lucy as she continues to shoot at the other men. He wants to ask what happened, but there’s no time. He needs to focus. Joining her in the fight again, they are able to take the gunmen down once Bishop and Nolan arrive for backup.

After returning to the station and changing out, Tim catches up with Lucy in the garage in order to confront her. “What happened back there in the alleyway?”

“What do you mean?” She appears to be in total confusion, but he’s not buying it.

“One second I’m almost shot, and the next I’m crouched behind the shop,” he explains. “With you.” He adds for emphasis.

Lucy peers around the garage as if that will somehow have the answer he is looking for. “I don’t know what you want from me. You ducked. And then we both rushed for cover behind the shop.”

Tim eyes her warily. “So you didn’t grab me and pull me back behind the shop?”

Lucy’s expression of surprise nearly morphs into laughter. “In a matter of seconds? I like to think I’m doing a good job so far, Officer Bradford, but I’m not Supergirl.” Something in his body language must catch her attention because her demeanor changes to concern. She approaches him carefully. “Are you okay?”

He shakes his head to clear his thoughts. “Yeah…. I’m just tired. It’s been a long day.”

She nods in understanding. “Get some rest. See you next shift.”

She’s almost to her car before he calls out to her. “Chen!” When she looks back at him, he asks, “Just for the record, you’ve never been to my house, right?”

If possible she seems even more confused by this line of questioning. “How would I know where you live?” She asks incredulously. With a final wave goodbye, she walks away from him, gets in her car and leaves. He’s left wondering if what she said could possibly be true.

One thing is for certain: he is no more sure of the truth now than he was when he woke up this morning.

***

That night Tim tries his best to stay awake. Hoping he will catch Lucy before she magically appears in his bedroom. However, the pull of sleep is too strong. One second his eyes close, and the next he awakens to Lucy lying naked next to him. He scrambles off the bed before she has a chance to reach for him. “No! No, tonight we are going to talk.”

She sits up on her knees on the bed. “Are you sure you just want to talk?” Her fingers trace a path between the valley of her breasts, down her belly, and dip into her cunt.

Tim’s eyes follow those fingers as she circles her throbbing clit and cries out with an aching moan. Before all the blood can rush from his head, he shakes himself in order to think. “Talk first.”

Her entire attitude turns on a dime. The seductress act is gone as she rolls her eyes. “Fine. What do you want to talk about?”

“Why do you look like her?” Before she can feign confusion, he insists, “Like my rookie.”

“I don’t know what you mean. I’ve always looked like this.” She spreads out her arms. “This is who I am.”

“You’re telling me you can’t change your appearance?” He is not sure he believes that. Succubi are always beautiful women so that should mean they can make themselves appear that way. And Lucy, well, either version of her is the most enchanting woman he’s ever seen.

Succubus Lucy thinks for a moment. “I guess, theoretically, I can. But why would I want to when I already look like this?” She moves off the bed slowly, and yet somehow she is right in front of him before he can even think about getting away. Not that he would have attempted such a feat. She runs her hands through his hair, pressing herself against him as close as possible. Her lips barely a whisper away from his. “Don’t you like the way I look?”

Tim does. He really does. In fact, the part of him that seems to be in control right now is very excited about how she looks. He leans down to kiss her. Starts out soft and gentle. But then he remembers that she’s been driving him crazy, and it’s barely been two days. He can’t look at her right now without thinking about his rookie.

So he backs away from her. Forcefully turns her around and bends her over the bed. With her face and knees pressed into the mattress so her ass sits up in the air. The pink flesh of her dripping cunt ready and waiting for him. This way he doesn’t have to look at her beautiful face. Doesn’t have to remember how much she looks like his new rookie. He lines his cock up to her pussy and roughly plows into her. He knows she can handle it. Her hot little cunt takes him eagerly. He grabs onto her hips and pushes deeper inside. Keeping a punishing rhythm as his balls slap against her ass.

For a moment, he can pretend she is not Lucy. Neither version. She is nameless and faceless. Nothing but a warm, wet hole from which to indulge in his own delight. As long as he keeps his eyes shut, that will be true.

But desire to watch her take his cock overwhelms him. He concentrates on his dick moving in and out of her. Though he can’t see her face, watching her ass is just as troublesome. Because he has seen the way Chen’s gorgeous butt looks in her uniform pants. He hasn’t been able to avoid sexual thoughts of her completely. He knows her ass looks exactly like the one he’s holding right now. Perhaps even the very same. Minus the clothes.

Once that thought enters his mind, he can’t block out the sound of the succubus’ voice. She sounds just like Chen. If he knew what Chen’s moans sounded like. If he ever heard her same his name breathlessly. Scream out for him to fuck her harder. Begs him to stretch her throbbing pussy with his thick cock.

In his mind, they’re not in his bedroom any longer. They are at the station. In the sally port with Lucy bent over in the back of shop. Uniform pants and underwear down around her ankles as he continues to fuck her from behind. She has her shirt open with one hand dipping inside as the other keeps her from toppling over. She teases and pinches her nipples. Pleading for Tim to get her off before someone catches them. He reaches around to rub her clit. Increasing the pressure as his hips keep up the pace.

Soon she’s screaming his name, and he’s releasing his cum inside her. Feels as though he just keeps spilling into her. Eventually he pulls out and drops down beside her. When he opens his eyes again, they aren’t in the back of a police car. They are in his bed again.

Lucy, whichever one she is, smiles warmly as she leans into his body. Places a gentle kiss on his lips as she caresses his face and cards her fingers through his hair. “Did you enjoy taking what you wanted?” He doesn’t answer, but he doesn’t need to. Obviously, she knows he did. Another quick kiss. “You can take whenever you want. Fuck however you want. Wherever you want. I’ll let you.” With that promise ringing in his ears, he falls asleep.

When Tim opens his eyes in the morning, he remembers hearing Succubus Lucy’s final words differently.

He is pretty sure he heard her say “She’ll let you.”

***

Almost a month has gone by since Lucy Chen became his rookie. Every shift he trains the woman he calls Chen in order to separate her from the demon known only as Lucy. The same demon whom he fucks every night. Some nights she lets him take control, but on most nights she is in charge. After the first few visits, Succubus Lucy stays with him longer. She never seems to tire of him, and somehow beyond normal male biology his cock is always hard for her. Even if they’ve just had sex. Especially if they’ve just had sex. They don’t stop until just before the morning light breaks. And though it seems like no time passes from when he closes his eyes to when he opens them again, he is only a little bit exhausted. But in a good way. Nowhere near as dead tired as he should be after staying up all night fucking into the wee hours of the morning.

Try as he might to keep the two women separated in his mind, he isn’t able. He watches Chen and thinks about how he’s traced every curve of a body exactly like hers. Using his hands, lips, and tongue. Wonders if every freckle and beauty mark is the same. If she’ll tug on his hair when he sticks his tongue in her pussy. If she’ll deep throat his cock like her counterpart. Will her cunt grip him just as tightly and be just as scorching yet somehow still inviting as the succubus who shares her face?

Is it even fair to compare the two? If there are two of them. And if there are, is there any chance they will agree to a threesome? Would Succubus Lucy want to share him? Somehow, he doesn’t believe so. Not entirely sure he wants to share her either.

To say nothing of the fact that he shouldn’t be thinking of his rookie in a sexual way. However, he still can’t say for sure they are two different people. When Chen is on a call, she seems so earnest and sympathetic to everyone’s needs. Different from the Lucy who shares his bed. The one who is demanding and often sharp tongued. He can’t help thinking about how loving Chen would be to him. How she would lay her head against his chest and want to cuddle. Her kisses would be sweet and not punishing. She would gently tease him and provide affectionate touches. Not tingling scratches and colorful bruises. They would laugh and banter in bed as easily as they do on shift.

That’s not to say he doesn’t love the sex with Succubus Lucy. He does. He really does. He loves how wild and passionate she is. Loves every mark she has left upon his body. Plus there are the few times when his bedmate shows him great care. When the sex becomes less frantic and consuming, and more leisurely and attentive. This usually happens as their time together fades into the morning. He only wishes for more of those moments with his succubus.

And then there are times when Chen reminds him of the woman he knows intimately. Her hair falls down her back in waves like he has seen the other’s hair lie against her naked body. Against his pillows. Against his own body. He desires to run his fingers through her tresses to know if they are just as soft. Sometimes he has to stop himself from pushing back a strand of hair that has escaped her tight bun after they’ve fought off a suspect. The way she smiles can take on a devious glint when she pulls a prank on him. A grin that is only for him. If she’s enjoying her lunch, she’ll moan in a way that goes straight to his dick. He has to leave the table if she insists on getting ice cream for dessert.

Chen has to be torturing him this way on purpose. But he can’t ask her. She’ll either deny it or call him crazy. He doesn’t want to get fired, but he would like to have his sanity back.

He needs to investigate further. Today Sergeant Grey decided to switch up the rookie and TO pairings so he’s riding with West.

After the younger officer passes his ‘Where are you, boot?!’ test; Tim starts his questioning. “You did well in the academy, right?”

“Broke all my dad’s old records.” Jackson states proudly.

Tim knows this already, but the point isn’t to confirm that information. He needs to break the ice so he can be more cunning about what he really wants to know. “And that’s where you made friends with Nolan and Chen?”

“Yep,” Jackson confirms. “We’ve always been together like the Three Musketeers.”

Considering Nolan is part of the group, Tim thinks it is probably more like the Three Amigos, but that’s neither here nor there. “So Chen was at the academy the entire time? She didn’t transfer from somewhere else or drop in one day randomly?”

To his credit, Jackson is appropriately confused by what Tim’s asking. “No, sir. She was there the whole time. All six months.”

“Right.” Tim nods. “And you have proof of that? Like photographic evidence?” Because maybe Lucy performed some kind of mind control on Nolan and West to make them think they’ve known her since the academy. When really she could have met them five minutes before their first day at Mid-Wilshire.

Still confused but thankfully not calling Tim out on his questions, Jackson takes out his phone and cues up a video. “Nolan shot this after our first day at the academy.” The video depicts the three of them after running around the track course. Lucy standing right next to Jackson in her white shirt displaying her last name. A succubus might be able to give people fake memories, but she can’t manipulate video evidence as well, can she?

Therefore Lucy Chen is a real person, and the other Lucy is playing mind games with him.

Simple as that.

Right?

***

Tonight Tim doesn’t bother to fight sleep. In fact, he goes to bed early. Hoping his succubus will appear earlier the sooner he falls asleep. Like a devious version of Santa with infinitely better gifts.

Again he doesn’t know how long he has been asleep, but he awakens to feel of Lucy placing gentle kisses upon his eyelids. When his sight adjusts to the low light, Lucy lies stretched out next to him with one hand propping up her chin. She runs her other hand up and down the length of his chest. Lightly scraping against him with her nails. Not enough to cause any pain, but more than enough to send jolts of tingling pleasure through his body.

Her outfit tonight is a lacy black corset style lingerie. She spreads her thighs apart to reveal the matching black panties are crotch-less. She has never been much for subtlety.

Not one to deny himself an open invitation, Tim quickly hovers over her. Starting a with long passionate kiss to welcome her, he drops kisses on down her neckline. Stopping his efforts to move downward only briefly in order to kiss and nip along the tops of her breasts that nearly spill out of her bust line. Next he pays thorough attention to the expanse of golden skin between the bottom of her corset and the top of her underwear. He feels her hands dragging through his hair. Laughs into her belly as she attempts to push his head down exactly where she wants him. They both know she can force him if she really wants, but she’s enjoying the teasing too much.

He skips pass the panties to nibble along her inner thighs. Starting lower and working his way up one thigh; then just when he almost reaches the edge of her mound, he moves to the other thigh. She’s panting by the time he makes his way back toward her pussy. He waits until she looks down at him with those deep black eyes before he dives in. He’s done some research into beliefs about succubi, and he can say with definitive proof that the so called knowledge about the description of a succubus’ cunt is wrong. At least where Lucy is concerned. The nectar of her pussy is delicious. A sweet ambrosia somehow in contrast to her spicy nature. A delight he would gladly feast upon for the rest of his days if she allows him the privilege. He continues to pleasure her as her first orgasm hits and then through another. Rocking his erection into the mattress in effort to relieve some the pressure. Her thighs wrap around his head in an almost bruising fashion. He can only hope she wants him enough to keep him alive. Not that he would complain if he were die this way.

After a moment, she releases him and he takes few moments to regain his breath and gather his strength. Crawling back up her body, he’s under no illusion that just because she currently lies beneath him that that makes him her superior. She’s in charge. She could end this relationship anytime she wants. Disappear from his life and likely never think of him again. While he will remember her for the rest of his existence. That’s if he is lucky enough to survive this encounter. He’s never quite sure what’s her endgame. But he can’t deny himself the joy he derives from her company. He’ll stay with her until the very last second.

Lucy drags a long, sharp nail along the center of her corset. Easily slicing the material in two halves which separate to release her magnificent breasts. Tim salivates over her tits and the manner in which she revealed them. He suckles one nipple as Lucy’s drenched pussy rocks against the center of his chest. By the time he has teased both breasts to his satisfaction, his paramour’s juices drip down his body. As he sits back up, he gathers more of her cum to taste. Leaning down, he shares the exquisite treat through a fiery kiss. Thoroughly licking the inside of her mouth with his tongue. Leaving no spot untouched.

He lifts her legs over his shoulders. Practically bending Lucy in half to take her at this angle. Knows she can handle any amount of flexibility. He has seen her lick her own back. Taking his time, he pushes his dick slowly inside her inch by inch. Reveling in the feel of her pussy pulsing around him. He rocks gently inside her. Barely moving at all. She squeezes her cunt around him to get any kind of friction. The power he has over her gives him a thrill, but he knows this is only borrowed power. She could flip him over and ride his cock for her own excitement. Leave him with nothing. So he pulls out of her wet cunt and pushes his way back in. Building up his pace. Pumping as fast as he can as deep as he can. He knows they have the rest of the night together, but he wants to make this moment last longer so he pulls out of her after a few thrusts. Earning a snarl from her for stopping before she reached her peak. He puts his own life in his hands when he laughs at her predicament.

Lowering her legs so her feet lie flat against the mattress, he settles himself between the cradle of her gorgeously thick thighs. With his cock inside her once again, she locks her legs around his back. But she doesn’t flip him over like he expects. She allows him to continue to set the pace, but for now she is not letting him go anywhere. He maintains an achingly slow rhythm that has her begging for more. But he’s not giving in until he gets what he wants. Staring deep into her dark eyes, watching and waiting for the blackness to recede. Silently asking her to show that vulnerable side of herself. Can’t help himself from whispering a plea to her.

And suddenly she gives. Her eyes turn brown. A seemingly familiar warm brown he’s known for nearly a month. The same brown eyes he saw once during the first night she visited him. He increases his pace, feels her coming around him, and shouts her name. Though he can’t say for certain which Lucy he is calling out for as he spills his seed inside her.

At this point does it really matter which Lucy with whom he thinks about sharing his bed? He wants them both.

The only question is if he can have both of them.

***

In the twelve years that Tim has been a police officer, countless women and quite a few men have flirted with him. He’s not ignorant to the fact that he is a handsome man, and the uniform adds to the attraction for some people. He tends to awkwardly struggle his way around their advances in an effort not to offend anyone.

But this is the first time since Chen became his rookie that someone has openly flirted with him on the job. Not just flirt. The witness asks for his personal phone number when he offers his business card in case she remembers anything relevant.

When she attempts to grab his bicep in an effort to get his attention, that’s when Chen steps in between him and the other woman. “Ma’am, if you touch him, I’ll have you arrested for assaulting a police officer.”

That effort would be overkill. Chen is escalating a situation when there is no problem. He won’t reprimand her in front of a civilian, but he’ll have strict words for her when they get back to the shop.

Or he would if not for what happens next. From his angle above Chen, he can see her face as she glares at the woman. It happens in just a flash of a second. He could imagine it might have been a trick of the light. Except that the witness backs away from her immediately. Which only confirms what he has seen.

The whites of his rookie’s eyes turning entirely black.

***

Tim can’t confront Lucy at the police station. Too many innocents. No telling what she might do. He needs to get her away from everyone. He makes a plan for when shift is over. Until then he behaves as he normally would around her, and hopes he doesn’t give anything away.

At the end of shift, he walks with her to her car. “I’m wondering if you’d like to come over to my place. We can discuss your performance… on the job.” He mentally cringes. If Lucy isn’t who he believes her to be, then he definitely gave her creepy boss vibes.

“Sure. Where do you live?” She convincingly asks. She’s good at keeping up her ruse.

“Why don’t we just take my truck. I can drive you back when we’re done,” he offers. Not like she actually needs transportation to get around. What with mystically traveling in and out of people’s homes.

On the drive to his house, she keeps the same talkative nature she has when they are out on patrol. When assumed his rookie Lucy and his succubus Lucy were two different people, he would note this as another difference. Succubus Lucy doesn’t talk nearly as much. Too busy moaning and screaming his name to do so. Honestly, he can’t say which he prefers. Because Chen’s endless personal chatter is actually endearing though he won’t admit it. Guess he doesn’t have to choose now.

When they walk inside his home, he offers her a beer. He wants to take his time before confronting her. She spent over a month driving him crazy. Now it’s her turn to wait to see what he will do. Let her twist in the wind for a little while.

When he comes back from the kitchen, he takes in the odd notion of Lucy on his couch. Of her in his living room for that matter. He has never seen her anywhere in his home outside his bedroom. His heart beats faster at the thought of how much he likes seeing her this way. But he needs to ignore that feeling. He can’t let her get away with what she’s done just because he wants more from her than sex.

They avoid any small talk because she knows he hates it. But he does keep up the pretense of evaluating her performance. He doesn’t have to lie to come up with any praise for her. She’s good at her job. Too good for a rookie. Perhaps that should have been his first clue. Or second. The first is the fact that there is no possible way two complete strangers can look exactly alike.

She laughs at some joke he makes and touches his arm. He remembers all the ways Chen casually touched him when she had the chance. The subtle flirting. He thinks about how maybe this is what she always wanted. To make him cross that line he knows he should never cross. The one he never would have considered crossing before had she entered his life. Perhaps he’ll give her what she wants.

Or at least let her think he is.

He edges closer to her. Presses his knee against hers. With her next remark, he places his hand on her thigh and leaves it there. Her reaction is minimal, but he has observed her enough over the month in both capacities as his rookie and his lover to notice the slight dilation of her pupils. The small hitch in her breath. He slowly moves his hand around to her inner thigh. Lightly rubs his thumb in small circles. Nothing too much. Just a tease. When her tongue peaks out to wet her lips, he becomes bolder. Trailing his hand up along her upper thigh and stopping just before her center. She spreads her legs open a little. Giving him the invitation to go farther.

However, he doesn’t move his hand. Instead he leans forward. Moves her hair away from her neck and places a kiss at her pulse point. Her breathing increases. He continues to softly kiss his way up her neck. Tugs gently on her ear which elicits a moan and soft cry of his name. He whispers in her her ear, going in for the kill, “Why did you choose me?”

Lucy freezes. “What?” He leans back to look in her eyes so expressively widen in fear. “What are you talking about?”

He is done playing games. “I’m talking about you appearing in my dreams every night to have sex with me. Messing with my mind for over a month. Making me want to fuck my rookie. Falling in lo...” Damn it, he almost revealed the truth. He switches to the main point as his voice gets eerily calm. “I’m talking about you being a succubus.”

Lucy scrambles off the couch. She runs to the other side to put distance between them. “I don’t know what you mean.” She’s clearly worried and scared. “I...I… I don’t know… what’s... what’s happening.” Her voice trembles as she stumbles over her words. Tears fill her eyes. She turns away from him as her shoulders begin to shake.

FUCK!

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

He’s wrong.

She’s not a succubus. She’s a normal human woman. A normal human woman who is his rookie and is terrified in this moment. She’s going to make sure he is fired. She has every right. She probably thinks he is crazy.

Worse than all that is the thought that she might hate him. He’s going to lose her. He wants to comfort her, but he doesn’t know how. Obviously, she wouldn’t want him to touch her now. “Chen… Lucy, I’m so sorry. I made a terrible mistake.” He begs her, “Please. Please turn around.”

He inches closer to her, and as he does so he realizes she isn’t crying. She’s laughing.

What the hell?!

“What is going on?!” He yells.

Dropping the act, she faces him with a full blown devious smile. “Okay, you caught me. Sorry, I wanted to have last laugh.” Nonchalantly she confirm his suspicions. “You’re right. I am a succubus.”

“So that’s what this was all about? To mess with me?” He wants confirmation on everything even though he doesn’t really need it.

“Well, yeah, that’s what I do.” She answers like it’s no big deal. “I screw with men’s minds as I screw them. Take a morally upright person and corrupt them just a little bit.”

“So you can steal their souls?” he concludes.

She rolls her eyes. “No, I don’t want souls, or men’s sperm, or to make demon babies or anything else silly humans have imagined over the centuries.” She answers. “I simply like fucking with people’s minds. It’s fun.” With no remorse for her actions, she adds, “Honestly, most humans deserve it. Especially the self righteous ones. Had the time of my life with the Puritans.” She smiles wistfully at whatever memories she’s conjuring.

“And that’s why you targeted me?” He nods as it all starts sinking in. “Why you went through the academy… just to fuck with my mind.”

She stands directly in front of him. Preparing to do battle. “Okay, first of all, I’m well over a millennia. I’ve been around longer than most humans realize. And I’ve been an enforcer of every kind for centuries before you were born. I could pass your precious academy with no effort. The hardest part was pretending I couldn’t easily crush the bones of every person there.” She relaxes a little. “Not that I wanted to. I told you I’m in it for the fun, not the carnage.” Her demeanor changes just a bit. She seems almost regrettable. “And secondly, you weren’t my original target.”

Well, now he’s confused. “Then who…?”

“I wanted to corrupt Nolan, but...” She shrugs her shoulders. “Well, you’ve met him. He’s just so insufferably boring. I lost interest.” She continues her story as she moves closer to him, “I didn’t want to cut my losses entirely so I went to Mid-Wilshire to find someone new, and that’s when I saw you.” She presses her body against his.”You are so incredibly handsome, and I thought we could have at least one night together. The next morning you would find out I’m your rookie, freak out, and that would be it. That’s why I manipulated Grey’s mind to assign me to you.”

“So you can manipulate minds. Like sirens.”

Lucy scoffs. “Actually, they learned that trick from my kind.”

Deciding not to get distracted by wandering down that path, Tim focuses on what he truly wants to know. “So then why stick around? If you only wanted to screw me once, why stay?”

She stares at him, and he can see the sincerity in her eyes. “Because I wanted more time with you. And not just because of the sex, … although that is a big contributing factor. I like being around you. I never felt that way before… with anyone.” She bites her lip in a moment of vulnerability before she quickly recovers with a soft laugh. “You got to admit we had fun, right?”

They did. He had a lot of fun. And truly loved being with her. But that’s likely over now. “So what’s next?”

“Well, that depends on you.” She backs away to gives him a little space. “See, my kind isn’t born. We’re made. And if you want, I could make you like me.”

“You want to turn me into a succubus?” He couldn’t possibly be understanding her correctly.

She laughs a little. “Actually, the correct term for you would be an incubus, but yes, essentially.”

If he thought she was driving him crazy before, that’s nothing compared to now. “You want me to give up my entire life? Why? So I can have sex with a lot of women? You’d be okay with that?” Because she has given every indication that she is the possessive kind.

She shakes her head. “You don’t have to give up your life. You can stay a cop for as long as you want, then retire before people start asking questions. We could travel the world together. As for the women, trust me, after a while you’re going to want variety. Different genders when it comes to lovers.” She crosses her arms. “But no, I don’t want you fucking random people on your own. I want us to be a team. Partners. Seducing people together. For eternity.”

Strangely, it’s the idea of eternity that has him floored. He wasn’t expecting that. Not from her. He wants it, but he’s scared to want it. “What if I say no? What happens then?”

She releases a shaky breath. Her bright, shiny eyes dim before she steels herself. “Then I accept your choice. We could still have a few decades together. If you want. But...” she hesitates. “But I will miss you when… when you’re gone.” She attempts to control her breathing. “I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. I’ve never even offered to make someone into an incubus or succubus. Never wanted to until you.”

The truth is Tim has never felt this strongly about anyone either until Lucy. He’s never had anyone choose him. Want him. And not just for a little while. Lucy wants forever with him. A literal eternity. It’s a lot to consider. Especially since he has only known her for a month. Add on the fact that she’s asking him to change his entire existence.

He should take time to consider her offer. Take months. Years. Lucy did say they could still have a few more decades together. A decade is plenty of time to think about it.

But he knows whether he answers her now or in a decade, his answer will still be the same. So why wait?

“Yes.” He smiles softly. His eyes full of love. “I want forever with you.” Lucy’s own glorious smile at his answer brightens his entire being. His heart practically bursts out of his chest.

She throws her arms around him. The passionate kiss they share leaves him in a daze. When he looks up from the kiss, he sees they are no longer standing in his living room. Lucy has moved them to the bedroom. He briefly realizes this must have been how she saved his life that day he was nearly shot. But that thought doesn’t matter when she is literally tearing off his clothes. Before he knows it, they are both naked when she pushes him down on the bed. “How do we this?” he asks. He assumes she knows he means how will she turn him into an incubus. Because they definitely know how to have the sex.

She smiles wickedly. “You’ll see.” She plants a quick kiss on his lips. “Trust me, you’ll like it.” Settling her head between his knees, she takes his cock into her mouth. Licking his shaft before sucking the tip as she fondles his balls. She takes him deeper, and for a moment he thinks maybe she lied to him about not taking his soul. Maybe she plans on sucking his soul out through his dick. With what she’s doing to him, he’s willing to allow her to take his soul. But then she releases his hard member, taking it in hand as she lines up herself over him. Sinking down onto his lap.

She pulls him toward her so he’s sitting up with her knees bracketed around his thighs. She slowly rocks herself on top of him. Their lovemaking is smooth and gentle. Taking their time to enjoy the feel of being surrounded by one another. Arms wrapped around one another. They hold each other so close air couldn’t pass between them. They are connected in every way except one.

That’s when Lucy completes the connection by kissing him. At first he believes her tongue is dueling with his, but soon he realizes it’s not her tongue. It’s something lighter but no less real. Something entirely ethereal. Her essence seeping from her body into his. She’s sharing the most fundamental part of herself with him. And now they are one forever.

He senses the changes in himself immediately. His core body temperatures heats up to match hers. A sensation of strength unlike he has ever known pours into every muscle. If he were to look into a mirror right now, he would be certain his eyes have turned the same shade of midnight black as hers. Even his nails grow a little longer and sharper, though still not as long as hers.

But perhaps the most notable difference is his cock. He grows thicker and longer inside her. She moans as he stretches her pussy even more. Bounces on top of him in effort to feel him as deep as possible.

He uses his new found strength to flip her over onto her back. Her laughter mixes with her gasp of surprise. From above, he grins mischievously. “We’re going to have a lot of fun together,” he remarks.

Tim and Lucy continue to fuck and make love for hours through the night and into the next morning.

As an incubus Tim no longer needs to rest; but then why would he want to sleep when he already has Lucy – the succubus of his dreams – by his side for all time.