Idle Hands Ch. 04

Sacred Sins

Part Five of The Succubus

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Warning for the Literotica version:

Despite the title, this is part five in an eight-book series. The first two parts were listed in "Sci-Fi and Fantasy," the third in "Erotic Couplings," and the fourth in "Incest/Taboo." This one is going into the "Sci-Fi and Fantasy" category, simply because that while the taboo relationship of certain characters is alluded to, there is no overt incest in this chapter. But there is quite a bit of science-fiction-y stuff going on. If reading about taboo sex disturbs you, I suggest you stop here.

As always, I hope you enjoy this story, and I welcome both your votes and your comments. And if you want to find all eight books in one big bundle to read and re-read at your leisure, I have posted comments in the other stories of this series which will tell you where you can find it. Or you can simply reach out to me through Literotica.

Thanks,

Glaze72

Our story thus far...

In "Idle Hands,"Althea, first among the succubi, was torn from her body by a foolish mortal. In desperation, she sought refuge in the mind of Rachel Wainwright, a successful attorney. Weakened by the ordeal, Althea knows the only way to return to her own body is to restore her power, which she receives by tapping into the sexual pleasure of others.

With this in mind she begins a slow seduction of her host, nudging Rachel towards a more sexually adventurous lifestyle. At the end of "Idle Hands" she has seduced her intern, Jeremy Edwards, and has also attempted a reconciliation with her former husband, Joshua. Meanwhile, her children find her attitude towards them softening, as Rachel becomes resigned to the fact that Sarah wishes to attend culinary school, while Alex wants to become an actor.

The story continues in "The Devil's Playthings." In a heroic courtroom scene, Rachel makes an impassioned argument for the future of the earth in a case involving corporate pollution. In a stunning verdict, the polluters are fined an astronomical sum, one third of which will go to Rachel's law firm. She decides to use her bonus to semi-retire from her work as an attorney, instead choosing to do pro bono work as she sees fit.

At the same time, sexual urges are beginning to manifest in Rachel's home. Driven by a compulsion she can't explain, she makes a full-time job offer to her maid, Maria, with the caveat that she must dress attractively around the house. Maria, for her part, looks on the offer (with a substantial increase in salary and the prospect of a rent-free apartment above Rachel's garage) as the answer to her prayers. When her husband, Joshua, returns home, he finds his daughter, Sarah, strangely flirtatious. The only person who seems immune thus far is Alex.

During dinner one night, Rachel and Joshua agree to let the kids pursue their career goals without interference. Sarah will attend culinary school. With the help of his parents' connections, Alex will transfer from his dead-end community college into the theater department at Northwestern University.

"The Devil's Playthings" ends with Rachel and Joshua reconciling. Driven by admiration of Josh's artwork, which graphically depicts their love for each other, including the night Alex was conceived, Rachel performs oral sex on him. Later that night, they make love for the first time in months. At the moment of her orgasm, Rachel falls unconscious. When she wakes, she finds herself in a beautiful, pastoral scene, where she is greeted by a gorgeous woman who introduces herself as Althea, a succubus who has been sharing her mind.

In "Dark Reflections" we learn about Althea and her history. She is the firstborn of the succubi - a scion of Lilith, Adam's first wife, and one of the Fallen, an angel named Imriel who refused to fight for God during the War in Heaven, when angels rebelled against the Almighty. Exiled to Earth, Imriel and others like him mated with human women and men, siring the line of the succubi, who were charged by God to remain vigilant against the Forsaken, those demons who fought against God and were cast into Hell.

Rachel, now aware of the immortal being who shares her body, learns to live with the fact. Her reconciliation with her husband is a joy to her. At the same time, she notices that Althea is having an effect on all the members of her household. Maria and Alex, recognizing the compatibility of their natures, make love for the first time in Maria's apartment. And Rachel learns that her husband and daughter are drawn to each other as well. Rather than being outraged, she considers how to bring two of her loved ones together without damaging either.

The story continues in "Bright Shadows." At a family cookout which Jeremy attends, Sarah finds herself strongly drawn to the attractive young intern. She tries to seduce him, but her advances only succeed in driving him away in confusion. Young, hurt, and frustrated, she is consoled by her parents. Driven by love rather than lust, Sarah and Joshua make love that evening, their relationship given its approval by Rachel herself.

That evening Rachel makes a frightening discovery. Her body is beginning to change in order to conform to the spirit it is hosting. The first change manifests in the appearance of a tail. Rachel is horrified at first, but is counseled by Althea, who demonstrates some of the benefits of her new appendage. The following morning Rachel confesses Althea's existence to Josh. Confronted with physical proof in the form of the tail, her husband accepts the truth, but is suspicious as to whether Althea's spirit is as benign as she claims.

Later that day Rachel, Maria, and Alex go to the hospital in order to check in on Althea's body. They find her well-cared for, but her body is growing frail after weeks in the Intensive Care Unit. Driven partly by Althea's aphrodisiacal presence, partly by their own desire, Maria, Alex, and Rachel make love in Althea's hospital room. They are interrupted in the act by Dr. Yasna Marafi, the physician who has been caring for Althea. They return home to find a strange man trying to break into their house. Rachel confronts him, and she and Althea discover he is a servant of a demon-spawn named Mortimer Kincaid, the unholy offspring of a male human and a female demon. What is worse, Kincaid knows of Althea's injuries. It is only a matter of time before he finds her body and kills her.

Or worse, finds Rachel and her family.

We rejoin our story on Memorial Day afternoon...

*****

"Hey there, little girl," Jeremy Edwards said softly. The object of his affection opened her dark brown eyes, peering up at him sleepily. "Who's the most beautiful girl in the wide green world?" he asked quietly, smiling down at the blinking face of his niece. "You are!" he exclaimed, raising her high above his head. In response, baby Abigail grinned happily, her fat pink face creased in glee. He smiled up at her, heedless of the stream of drool that hung down from her toothless gums.

"You keep that up, and she's going to spit up all over you," his older sister Frances informed him dryly, cocking an amused eye at her younger brother. She was sitting beside him outside her small house in Deerfield. A few feet away, her husband Walt was slathering barbeque sauce on a rack of ribs, steaming gently on the grill. Their parents were scattered on the small lawn, cans of soda or beer in their hands, enjoying the bright May sunshine and the end of the Memorial Day weekend. Nearby, a radio was tuned to the ballgame, punctuating the summerlike atmosphere.

"You can't scare me," he retorted, holding Abigail over his head. "I've got three nieces and two nephews, thanks to you and Alicia and Karen. You think I'm not used to a little spit-up?"

As he spoke, Abigail went through a series of unnoticed facial gyrations. As he turned back to her, she burped and deposited a fetid blob of partially digested milk on his shirt.

"Gack!" Jeremy said, lowering Abbie to his lap and futilely trying to brush off the offending item as his sister giggled. His nose wrinkled as the smell of sour milk hit his nostrils. "Bad baby," he scolded Abigail, who took no notice and burbled cheerfully up at him. "No Christmas present for you this year."

"She looks terrified," Walt said as Jeremy gingerly dabbed at the mess with a napkin. A tall, shambling, slump-shouldered man running rapidly to fat, Frances doted on him nonetheless. He worked in the financial district in downtown Chicago, doing something arcane with stocks and bonds. Jeremy had tried to have him explain several times what his job consisted of, but each time he was lost inside of a few minutes.

"Uncle Jeremy!" shouted a newcomer to the scene. His nephew Nathan, Abigail's older brother, darted out onto the deck, brandishing a brand-new baseball glove and a wiffle ball. "Come play catch with me!"

"All right," he said, heaving himself out of the patio chair with an exaggerated groan. "But if you throw the ball into Mrs. Pakulski's yard, you're going to be the one who has to get it. I'm too old to be climbing over fences."

Nathan eyed him with the squint-eyed suspicion he seemed to hold for anyone over the age of six. "All right. But you better catch it if I make a good throw."

"Deal."

*****

"So what's new, Jeremy?" his sister asked later, as they sat around the patio table after the meal. She held Abigail to her chest. Beneath the concealing dishtowel, satisfied gurgles attested to Abigail's healthy young appetite. "I hardly get to see you anymore. How did that internship at the law firm downtown work out?"

"It was fantastic," he said enthusiastically. "I was able to work with Rachel Wainwright. She's absolutely brilliant."

"Wainwright?" his brother-in-law said. "Oh, yeah. Wasn't she the lead attorney in that Antioch Chemical lawsuit? Man, they lost a shit-ton of money. Their stock fell three points when the verdict was announced."

"Shit-ton, shit-ton!" chanted Nathan, displaying a four year-old's ability to latch onto the most offensive part of any conversation.

"Hush," his mother said. She eyed her brother speculatively. "Weren't you over at her place yesterday? I thought I heard Mom saying something about it."

He nodded. "She invited me over for a cookout with her family and some friends." He took a deep breath, not looking at his mother, who was engaged in an animated conversation with Walt's parents. "I'm going to be going out with her daughter on Friday night. Dinner and a play over at College of DuPage afterward. Her brother is playing Iago in a production of Othello."

As if guided by radar, Marian Edwards' head swung around. "A date? With who? What's her name? What's she like? Is she pretty? What does she do for a living?"

Jeremy rolled his eyes. Around the table, Frances and Karen and Alicia smirked. His mother's mania for getting her youngest child married off had reached levels that his sisters found hilarious and he found annoying. "Her name's Sarah Sunderman, Mom. She graduated high school last spring and she's going to be starting culinary school at Kendall College in a few weeks. She's..." He trailed off. How could he describe Sarah to his mother? Her bright eyes, her mischievous sense of humor? Her wonderful way of walking around a kitchen, as if she owned it? Her tall, slender body? He shifted uncomfortably in his chair, grateful the patio table hid his groin from Marian's perceptive gaze, as even thinking about Sarah caused his cock to stir.

While no stranger to the pleasures of the body, he had to admit frankly to himself there was something about Sarah which he found simultaneously incredibly arousing and disturbing. The raw, sensual power of her presence had hit him like a sledgehammer. When she made an offer to him to go to her room and make love, as casually as anyone else might talk about going to the grocery store, he had been almost painfully aroused and terrified at the same time. Unable to cope with such a blatant invitation, he had dealt with it by beating a shameful retreat, and had spent the hours since then castigating himself for missing a golden opportunity. He hadn't heard from Sarah since he had bailed, and was half-convinced she would send him a text message canceling their date at any moment.

"She's nice," he finished lamely. Though, to be honest, nice was not one of the words he would use to describe Sarah Sunderman. She might be smart, funny, attractive, and sexy as hell. But she was not nice.

"Well, I hope to met her soon," his mother said, apparently satisfied with his description.

He was just reaching for another helping of apple pie when his cell phone vibrated in his pocket. Looking at it, he saw Sarah's number on the screen.

"Excuse me," he said, standing up and leaving the table.

"That's her, isn't it?" his mother said. She gave him a bright smile. "Tell her I say hi!"

"Yes, Mom," he sighed, wondering if she was telepathic, or just seemed that way. He walked away from the table and around the side of the house, hiding from prying eyes. "Hello?"

"Jeremy?" said Sarah. Jeremy stopped. Even through the phone he could tell Sarah was upset. Her voice was high and tense with strain. "Listen. You have to come over here. Right away."

"What?" He looked around. "Sarah, I'm at a cookout with my family. I can't just leave."

"Jeremy, you have to leave. My mom says it's a matter of life and death. She-" her voice cut off suddenly.

"This is Rachel, Jeremy." He froze. Rachel's ordinarily cheerful voice was hard and cold. The only time he had ever heard her sound that way before was in the middle of a case, when she had an uncooperative witness on the stand. "I'm not going to argue and I don't have time to explain. You need to leave now. You're in terrible danger. You, and everyone around you. The only way I can protect you is by getting you over here at my house."

His jaw flapped uselessly. "But if everyone around me is in danger-"

She cut him off firmly. "Everyone around you is in danger because of you, Jeremy. Once you're gone, they won't have anything to worry about. I think." The qualifier was more than a little disturbing. Her voice gentled slightly. "Jeremy, I promise I will explain everything as soon as you get here. But you have to leave now."

He swallowed. "All right, Rachel. I'm on my way." He hung up the phone, discovering patches of cold sweat at his temples and his upper lip. He wiped them away with the sleeve of his shirt.

What the hell is going on? He had worked with Rachel Wainwright for four months. He had seen her happy, cheerful, depressed, angry, and enraged. But he had never seen her scared.

And that's what she was. She was terrified. He plastered a false smile on his face and sauntered back around the corner of the house.

"I have to go," he said. "That was Sarah. She says she has an emergency at home and needs my help."

His sister Karen raised her eyebrows while trying to remove barbeque sauce from her son Connor's face. "Karl and I used to have that sort of emergency too, when we first started going out. Just remember, buddy," she said as he glared at her. "No glove, no love."

"Gotta remember to wrap that rascal," put in Alicia from a few feet away.

"If there's gonna be affection better cover your-"

"Enough, Frances," his mother said, though her eyes danced with suppressed glee.

"I hate you all," Jeremy said solemnly, smiling as they all burst into giggles. He bent and kissed his mother on the cheek. "Gotta go. I'll see you at home tonight."

"Maybe," put in the irrepressible Karen, who was the next youngest after him, and never tired of tormenting her baby brother. With a wave, he walked around the house and towards his car. By the time he reached the curb he was running.

Let them laugh, he thought as he pulled away from the house, his mind already mentally tracing the route out to Woodridge. Anything bad enough to scare Rachel like this has to be serious.

*****

"No," Rachel snapped at her son. "I am not going to explain. Not until Jeremy gets here. This is too dangerous to leave him in the dark. And I'm not going to do it twice."

"Why?" Alex asked. They were gathered in the family room, in answer to her half-hysterical summons. His forehead wrinkled as he looked around confusedly at the rest of the family, seeking support. "So we caught someone trying to break in? So what? Why don't we call the police and have them deal with it?"

"Because the police can't deal with it, Alex. If I bring them in, they'll be useless at best and sitting targets at worst."

"Targets? For who? That loser who was trying to pick the lock? What could he possibly do?"

Her lips thinned as she glared up at her son. "It's not who he is, it's who he works for."

"But-"

"Alex." The voice was quiet but firm, and would allow no contradiction. Rachel sighed with relief as her husband finally joined the conversation. "Enough. Your mother has made her decision. It's time you abide by it. Honey," he continued, looking at her from beneath raised eyebrows as Alex sat down beside Maria. "Does this have something to do with that...thing...we discussed earlier today?"

She nodded distractedly, walking slowly around the room in response to Althea's promptings. She bent and peered under a lampshade. "Ah. There's one," she muttered, peeling away a tiny bit of metal from the underside of the shade. She tossed it onto the coffee table with a small clatter.

"What the heck..." Sarah said, walking over so she could peer at it. "Mom, what is that?"

"A listening device," she said grimly. "Our house has been bugged. For who knows how long. But if my suspicions are right, it's been going on since the beginning of the Antioch trial. At least. Someone on the other side was trying to dig up dirt on us.

"If they had, I would have received a phone call, with a few quiet 'suggestions' about how I should proceed. If I refused, the information would have gone public. You know how the press in this town loves to drag people through the dirt."

She looked around the room, nodding in satisfaction as Alex and Sarah went white, the fear of their private lives being exposed finally sinking in. Maria looked oddly undisturbed, and Josh? Well, Josh had been dealing with bad press since he was in college. His art shows had pushed the envelope for years. Much more than any of the children, he knew how the game was played.

"Kincaid, do you think?" he asked.

She nodded shortly. "Almost certainly. The man is a disgrace to the profession. If I could prove this, I could probably have him disbarred. But I won't be able to. He's always careful to keep his tools well away from his hands. It was probably that pig we caught out front who actually did the work. Broke in here one day when I was at work, Alex was at class, and Sarah was out. It wouldn't have taken more than a few minutes." She sighed. "We should have gotten a better security system years ago."