Love in a blue world

"Uh, perhaps we can find someplace more private?" Samson said, casting a glance around the subdued and formal atmosphere of the Ambassador's party.

"Da, yes, we go upstairs now," said Olga.

Without waiting for his response, she grabbed Samson's hand and began leading him towards the grand staircase.

"Wait," Samson managed to **** out, "isn't this the Ambassador's house?"

"He vill not mind," said the beautiful woman, and Samson believed her.

They followed the stairs up three flights, to where the hum of the conversations downstairs was almost inaudible. Olga strode down the hallway and through a door as if she owned the place, dragging Samson behind her the whole time. Once inside the room, Samson was momentarily distracted by its grandeur, including the impressive marble fireplace and ornate furniture. He heard the door close behind him, and turned around to face Olga, but she wasn't there.

"Are you ready to exercise, boy?" Olga said, but with a much weaker accent than before.

Samson turned around again, back to the fireplace where her voice had come from. There she was, clad in the racy blue lingerie of his dreams. Lost in a cloud of lust, he didn't notice that her hair style had changed, or that her skin had taken on a darker tone. Samson didn't notice, but Gray did. The demon had stayed quiet, knowing that something odd was afoot with the statuesque woman who had seduced his clueless human counterpart.

"Approach me on your knees, human boy," said the seated woman, and Samson obeyed.

He crawled in front of her, mesmerized by her dominant tone.

"Kiss my foot," she said, extending one of her flawless legs.

Samson kissed her foot.

"No, boy, like you mean it," she insisted.

Samson's body suddenly leaned back. He stood up.

"Insolent human!" Olga shrieked, "Get back on your knees before me!"

"Hey, Qarinah," Gray said through Samson's mouth.

The woman's eyes went from crossed in anger to wide at the use of her real name. For a moment the two bodies stared at each other while their inhuman possessors pondered their next move. Gray broke the impasse with a quip.

"You've certainly gotten less subtle since we last met in Nubia. What was that, two millenia ago? Or was it three? I can't keep track of these human calendars. I swear they change them weekly."

Qarinah visibly relaxed in her chair.

"Gray? How did you know it was me?" she asked incredulously.

"Name one other Succubus with a foot fetish."

Qarinah thought about it.

"Well, What the fuck are you doing in this meatbag, in Russia of all fucking places?" she asked, trying to move the subject in a different direction.

Samson's shoulders shrugged.

"Hey, we all got to work with what we got. I'm surprised you're still working the government circuit. I thought you told me functionaries tasted like cardboard at that Babylonian embassy party."

The succubus laughed in a manner not too dissimilar from a hyena. Her body was fully relaxed now, lounging in the antique armchair and displaying her amble bosom for the demon's viewing pleasure.

"Yeah, that one where Amenhotep tried to get Xerxes and the Pharoah to spitroast me?" she chuckled, then sighed, "There really is nothing like royal blood to fire up your veins. I got by for a century or so on the exile circuit, but these days its so diluted with commoner intermarriage that the taste just makes me wistful for the real thing. I can't really help it these days."

Gray wasn't convinced.

"Yeah but this body?" he said gesturing at Samson's less than heroic frame.

"What can I say?" the deadly beauty replied, "this new body I picked up has some unusual tastes."

"It is a very nice body," Gray admitted.

"Care to take it for a spin?" Qarinah grinned lecherously.

"Ah, fuck I would but I promised the meatbag that he would get to call the shots."

"Sounds like I'm not the only one losing my touch, Gray."

"Fuck you."

"Mmm, please do," said the succubus as she slid out of her chair and fur wrapper. "Ooh!" she added a moment later, "Let's play 'one wish granted!'"

It was Gray's turn to grin lecherously.

"Alright, I'll wake up fuckhead and set the stage."

Samson's body twitched a few times, and then looked around bewildered.

"What?" he said, "What just happened?"

Relax kid, I took care of a little issue.

"The fuck you did, why did I black out?"

I told you, I took care of it. Now let's have some fun with this little tart.

Samson's attention was drawn to the stunning beauty on her knees before him.

"Are you all right, meester?" she asked in a cock-tinglingly submissive tone.

Look, I'll apologize for the interruption by giving you a little present. I can tweak the rules a bit this once and grant you one wish.

"A wish?"

Yeah, just one, and it has to be related to this particular... encounter.

"How do I wish?"

Just think it. Yeah, that's a good one, consider it granted.

"Wait, what?" said Samson, "I didn't think of anything yet!"

Too late!