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you,” Sylvia said pointedly as she tucked her cell phone back into her purse and prepared to leave. Dropping Lilith’s name had the effect she desired. It didn’t matter who the succubus was or where she was from. Everyone knew who Lilith was.
    “ That does sound like a good time.” Elora pulled a little notebook and pen out of her purse and scribbled down her phone number as she spoke. “I’d love to get together with you and Lilith, I’m sure some time will free up for me soon.”
    Sylvia took the paper and said her goodbyes. Out in the cool night air she text Elora’s number back to the office. Let Lilith deal with the new succubus; she could sort her out. While the succubi of Boston ran into each other from time to time and were cordial to each other, none were what could be considered friends. They were solitary creatures by nature and friendship held little appeal for them. Sylvia had no intention of meeting up with Elora, and she knew she understood that and had no interest in a friendship either. Her invitation to join her and Lilith out for drinks was simply a ruse to get her number in front of the client. Sylvia decided to put Elora, and her ruined date, out of her mind.
    She opted to take the subway back to her apartment. Though the hour was late and the T wasn’t always a safe option for a young lady alone late at night she knew she had little to fear. Succubi were incredibly strong and she could easily overpower anyone who gave her any trouble. While her unexpected date had been an aborted effort, perhaps she could find a victim on her ride home.
    As she paid her fare and waited on the platform for the next train to arrive, she spotted him. There, across the way, just getting off an arriving train was an Innocent. Her breath caught in her throat as she watched him hurry away. He was somewhere in his thirties, with brown hair and a nice build. He hurried out of sight as Sylvia cursed her luck. The first Innocent she had seen in a long time, and there she was, on the wrong side of the platform. She considered racing up to the street level to see if she could find him but just then her train pulled up. She realized she had no idea which direction he was headed in anyway. By the time she got up to the street level he would probably be long gone.
    With a sigh of defeat she entered the subway car and chose a seat near a well-groomed man in his fifties. He was well-dressed with mid-grade energy. She offered him a sultry smile when he looked her way and he smiled back. The game was on. He was a far cry from an Innocent, but she figured after the night she just had, she could do worse than a second mid-grade feed.
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    Sylvia could tell he was an attentive lover. He put on a good show of drawing out the foreplay, obviously trying to impress her with his experience, but she knew it was time to move things along. She couldn’t feed from foreplay and she was weary of pretending the experience was pleasurable for her.
    “I want you now,” she demanded as she threw him down on his back and mounted him, “I can’t wait any longer. I need it now.”
    He hissed with pleasure as she slid onto his stiff member and enveloped all of him. She closed her eyes and tried to block out the man’s frantic moans beneath her as she rode him and fed. Waves of ecstasy washed over her as the man’s energy drained from him and pulsed into her. She felt so alive, so free, so powerful. He sensed her excitement, and thinking it was the lovemaking exciting her, pumped frantically beneath her, determined to fill every bit of her as he played with her nipples in an effort to help her reach her climax. Just as Sylvia felt his energy waning he climaxed with a roar and a sharp kick of his hips. He lay beneath her, spent and out of breath, while she climbed off him and headed for the bathroom.
    When she came back to get dressed again he was propped up on one elbow watching her. Sylvia made no comment as she dressed as quickly as she