Highlander Hellcat Revolution

By KuroKoneko Kamen

Garth and Sasha struggle to unravel their feelings...

When Garth comes to terms with his attraction for Sasha he decides to man up and ask her to be his mate. However, Sasha misunderstands his intentions and rejects Garth harshly. Feeling bereft, Garth seeks advice from his friend vampire Dominic Wilde. Dominic explains to Garth the proper way to ask out a human female and also tells Garth about a fight club event where ‘animals’ are supposed to make an appearance.

It’s a revolution when Garth’s clan fights for freedom...

Days pass without Sasha hearing from Garth, and when she discovers that he went to face the Red Priest all on his own there’s only one thing she can do. She bravely asks plant alien Malakye Sterling to unlock her memories. Sasha’s mysterious past is finally revealed, and an unexpected connection to Garth, the shifters, and the Red Priest is brought to light.

Powerful enemies lurk in the shadows of San Francisco...

The Red Priest isn’t the only enemy Garth and Sasha are going to have to defeat before they’ll be free to explore their feelings of burgeoning love for each other. The Black Dragon Clan plans to open a portal powerful enough to let Lucifer and his army of demons through to take over the Earth and enslave humanity. Rescuing a pink-haired damsel in distress suddenly means whether or not Garth will be able to save the fate of humanity.

• Language: English
• Publisher: KuroKoneko Kamen
• Release date: Sep 2, 2016
• ISBN: 9781370582792

KuroKoneko Kamen

Author KuroKoneko Kamen (Black Kitten Mask) has always had an interest in Japanese culture from folktales about yokai (ancient demons) to anime and manga. As a result of being an otaku a lot of her stories are set in Japan or have a Japanese theme. Even when in the midst of a pirate novel expect a samurai warrior to be thrown into the mix. Her latest passion is paranormal romance and she’s written stories where ghosts, demons, and angels find love. Keeping her company as she writes are her several dogs and cats, some of which are rescues (now including a pet turtle someone wanted to make a soup out of). To keep updated on new stories and specials visit the author’s facebook page: http://www.facebook.com/authorkurokonekokamen.

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Highlander Hellcat Revolution

By KuroKoneko Kamen

Copyright 2016 by KuroKoneko Kamen

Cover Design by Mathia Arkoniel

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This is a work of fiction. All characters are invented. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

Chapter 1: Nik-L-Nips

Garth took a deep breath as he tried to get himself under control. He looked out the French doors to the terrace and garden beyond the ballroom, and at the full moon that was shinning in a gray, cloudy sky as it snowed. It was a special, rare full moon on Christmas.

Garth’s cock was throbbing with aching need beneath his kilt. He couldn’t get Sasha out of his mind. But now that she was gone, and he was still painfully aroused the females that were dancing on the dance floor were looking more and more appealing. Damn his inner beast and instincts. Shit.

He had to get the hell out of there before he made a mistake and slept with one of Becca’s wedding guests.

Garth left the reception swiftly without saying ‘goodbye’ to his friends. He knew they would understand because it was a full moon and everything.

He exited the hotel and had the parking valet fetch his motorcycle. The young man returned a moment later with Garth’s black and orange Ducati. The valet dismounted the bike, and tossed the keys to Garth. Here you are, Sir. The valet said politely.

Garth caught his keys, strode over to his Ducati, and mounted his motorcycle. Thanks, lad. He turned on the engine and headed to his candy shop Helltastic Confectionary. Arriving a few minutes later, he parked in front. He turned off the engine and dismounted from his bike. He approached the front door, unlocked it, and made his way inside the darkened shop.

Garth didn’t feel like turning on any of the lights since he was planning to just go upstairs and try and fall asleep, and ignore his raging hard-on.

The Hellcat made his way to the back of the shop, ascended the stairs to the second floor, and walked down the hall to his bedroom. He opened the door to his bedroom and entered. He flipped on a light switch and the room was illuminated.

Hello, handsome, I’ve been waiting for you, a familiar sultry voice announced from the direction of Garth’s bed.

Garth’s gaze snapped to his enormous four-poster bed and widened at the sight he saw there. Bloody hell. Nerezza Cruso was lying on his bed on her side in a sensual, teasing pose. She was also dressed in sexy lingerie. Her bra was an emerald green color with sparkly, silver sequins, and her matching panties also had silver sequins on them.

Nerezza’s long black hair was loose and cascading around her shoulders in midnight waves. Her hazel green-brown eyes were shinning with lust, desire, and obvious hunger. She licked her lips as she eyed Garth from head to toe and took in what he was wearing - a tuxedo and a kilt. Mmm. He looks so sexy and hot and exotic. So manly.

And she couldn’t help but notice the bulge of his crotch as his aching erection pressed up against his kilt. Yummy. I want me some of that.

Fuck. Garth swore as he scrubbed a hand down his face. The succubus was the last person he wanted to see at the moment. He was feeling so…conflicted. He wanted to know why he’d been so attracted to Sasha at the wedding reception and what did it mean.

He knew he’d wanted Sasha. Knew that he’d wanted to mate with her. But beyond that he wasn’t sure what he wanted exactly. And he was painfully aroused and in heat because of the full moon. His current state made him vulnerable.

The last thing he wanted was to have sex with Nerezza in his confused state.

Nerezza, he growled. You need to leave.

Nerezza raised an eyebrow at her sex friend Garth. Do I? She looked at his crotch pointedly. "Do you really want me to leave, Garth? When I can help you with that?"

Garth glanced down at the obvious bulge in his kilt. Fuck. He clenched his hands into fists and tried to steel his will. Yes. Please leave, Nerezza, Garth said through gritted teeth. He was unable to meet her eyes, unable to look at her. Unfortunately, his self-restraint was weakening.

Nerezza pouted and hummed. "Hmm? Someone’s not being very honest with himself tonight. Especially on the night of the full moon. I know you’re suffering, Garth. I know you need sex. Crave sex. Desire sex. I know you’re in pain. And I’m here to help you because I care about you and because I’m your friend. So stop being brave and holding it all in, and dealing with it yourself. Let me help you. Her lusty expression softened and became tenderer. I know what it’s like to need sex so bad it hurts. I’m a succubus demon and I need to have sex in order to survive. I understand your pain, Garth. And that’s why I’m here to help you, you stubborn fool."

The succubus reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. She removed her bra and tossed it aside to the floor. She then reached down and slid her panties down her long pale legs and tossed them aside. Garth, look at me, she urged in a throaty voice.

Garth looked at Nerezza and instantly regretted it. She’d taken her bra and panties off, and now she was completely naked before him. She was a delectable sight.

Nerezza’s skin was as white as the moon that was shining outside his bedroom window. Her breasts were full, and larger than Sasha’s. She had size D breasts. Her nipples were peaked, red and swollen. They looked like ripe cherries, ready for the picking.

His golden gaze went down to her crotch, to her black curls, and glistening womanhood. He could smell her arousal from the doorway. She smelled like jasmine and some kind of plant nectar, maybe from honeysuckles. It made him salivate and groan low in his throat.

Nerezza smiled knowingly. She could tell Garth was wavering in his resolve to resist her. She released her pheromones and the scent of jasmine filled the air.

Garth breathed in deep and felt his cock twitch. His erection was becoming heavier. He could smell Nerezza’s pheromones, and recognized the smell for what it was. Fuck. Now he was more aroused than ever. His eyes flashed red as he glowered at Nerezza. You succubus bitch.

Think what you want of me. Only do us both a favor and give into your desires, Garth. Nerezza crooked her finger at Garth and beckoned him to her.

Dammit, Garth swore as he began to walk towards the bed. It was like his body was acting of its own accord.

Nerezza smiled triumphantly as she let her pheromones reel Garth in like a stubborn fish on the end of a fishing line.

Garth reached the bed and crawled on top of it. He moved on top of Nerezza, straddled her hips, and looked down at her. His golden eyes were burning with lust and need.

Nerezza shivered at the intense look in his fierce golden eyes. She was going to be completely devoured. And she liked that.

Garth swore again before leaning down and taking Nerezza’s lips with his own. His kissed her roughly, lustily, and ground his erection against her through his kilt.

Nerezza didn’t mind his rough treatment of her, and instead reveled in it. She thrust her hips up to meet his as he grinded against her.

Garth ran his tongue over Nerezza’s bottom lip, and knowing what he wanted Nerezza quickly and eagerly opened her mouth allowing Garth inside.

Garth let out a masculine grunt of approval before thrusting his tongue inside of Nerezza’s mouth. He swirled his tongue around hers and her toes curled from the pleasure. He thrust his tongue in and out of her mouth, mimicking the motions of sex. His cock throbbed painfully in response to his own actions.

As Garth kissed her, Nerezza reached out blindly and began to take Garth’s tie, vest, and jacket off. She tossed the articles of clothing aside and they carelessly landed on the bedroom floor. It didn’t take long before Garth was finally shirtless before her.

Nerezza opened her eyes, eager to see the sight of a shirtless Garth. His muscular chest and torso was impressive. His biceps were bulging, his six-pack rippling and he was covered in scars that made him appear dangerous. She wanted to run her tongue over every one of those scars.

Nerezza reached out to caress his chest, but Garth grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head. She writhed on the bed in response to the feeling of being restrained. He was in total control of this situation. This was just sex. Not making love.

The succubus pouted at her strange inner thoughts.

Garth pressed his chest against Nerezza’s full breasts and groaned at the sensation of hot flesh meeting flesh. Their nipples touched and they both shuddered and gasped at the feeling.

The Hellcat captured the succubus’s lips again, and began to kiss her more aggressively. Nerezza moaned in bliss and pleasure. She writhed beneath him, arched her hips, and pressed her chest against Garth’s, wanting more skin on skin contact.

As Garth kissed her, he ground his aching erection against Nerezza’s crotch. He pulled away from Nerezza’s mouth, and began to kiss his way down her neck, making his way down to her right nipple. Garth took Nerezza’s nipple into his mouth, and licked, sucked, and nibbled on it.

Nerezza crooned. Ooo.

Garth knew that Nerezza was more than ready. He pulled back, put his hands on Nerezza’s thighs, and spread her legs. The Hellcat took a moment to gaze at her pink, glistening sex for a moment. She was swollen and wet. Ready for him.

He reached beneath his kilt, grabbed his erection, and guided it to her entrance. The crown of his cock brushed her entrance and Nerezza thrust her hips forward eagerly.

Garth pinned her legs down, positioned himself at her entrance again, and began to push himself inside of her.

Oh yes, yes! Nerezza cried out as Garth finally began to fill her with his cock.

Garth grunted as he thrust himself inside of Nerezza, all the way to the hilt, balls deep.

Nerezza and Garth both let out groans of lust and pleasure as their bodies united fully. The Hellcat gave the succubus a moment to adjust to his size before he began to move. She was so tight. She felt amazing.

Garth chose a steady rhythm for his fucking as he thrust in and out of Nerezza. He didn’t want to treat Nerezza badly, but his inner beast was roaring to take over. The reins on his lust were fraying and close to snapping. His eyes flashed red. He wanted to take Nerezza. Mark her. Claim her. Hard.

His pace increased and his thrusts became rougher and more aggressive. As Garth slammed himself in and out of Nerezza, he was sure he was hurting her and deep down hated himself for it.

But as the force of his thrusts increased, the masochistic succubus began to cry out in sheer ecstasy. Oh! Oh…yes! Harder! Just like that! Make a mess of me, Garth!

The weretiger continued to rut against her until he could feel tension coiling in his gut, and his balls drawing up tight. He was close.

With one final hard thrust, Garth buried his cock as deeply inside of Nerezza as possible and came with a grunt. Sasha!

Nerezza felt Garth spilling his hot seed into her insides and stars flashed in front of her eyes from the pleasure, her nerve endings were on fire. She ground herself against Garth, wantonly seeking her own release. She came against Garth seconds later, and trembled beneath him. Garth!

As Garth’s come filled her insides Nerezza fed from his sexual energies.

Garth could feel the succubus’s body pulling the sexual energy right out of his body. He watched as horns sprouted out of the top of Nerezza’s head, a pair of black bat-like wings emerged from her back and spread over the mattress, and her tail emerged. It was long, black, and had a heart-shaped barb at the end.

When a succubus slept with a fellow demon and fed on their demonic sexual energy their true form was revealed.

As Nerezza came down from her orgasm high, she realized numbly that Garth hadn’t called out her name…but someone else’s. Sasha. Who the hell was Sasha? Nerezza wondered with a frown. Her heart felt like a heavy lead weight inside of her chest. No wonder Garth had almost been able to resist her charms. He must be falling in love with someone! She realized in surprise.

Garth…he must be falling in love with someone. Whoever this ‘Sasha’ person is. Nerezza started to feel awful. What if the person Garth was falling for was his destined Judge? Nerezza didn’t want to stand in the way of Garth’s chance for redemption.

As Garth came down from his orgasm high, he rolled off of the succubus, and lay on his back as he looked up at the ceiling and breathed erratically. Fuck. Instead of feeling ‘good’ because he’d sated his lust, however, Garth just felt…awful. He also felt empty, hurt, and confused.

Garth couldn’t help but think about Sasha. He wondered what she’d think if she knew he’s just slept with a succubus because he was in heat. He frowned darkly. She’d probably think he was some kind of sexual deviant. Shit. He regretted his actions but there had been no way to stop himself.

Sometimes it really sucked being a shifter demon. He could feel his cock hardening once more and studiously ignored it.

Nerezza looked over at Garth and glanced down at his crotch. She could see his kilt tenting from his growing erection. Ready for round two? She asked in a nonchalant tone.

But Garth turned on his side and put his back to Nerezza. Sorry, lass…I’m tired. Goodnight. Garth closed his eyes and pretended to sleep while trying to ignore his painful, throbbing erection. Why does my heart hurt?

Nerezza knew Garth was only pretending to sleep, but she decided to let it go. Goodnight, Garth. Her voice was tinged with sadness.

***

Sasha opened the door to her clinic and stepped inside. It was dark but she didn’t feel like flipping on any of the lights. She had the bouquet she’d caught at the wedding reception in her hands. Sasha walked through the clinic and made her way to the examination room. She slumped down into a folding chair and just sat there, thinking.

Sasha was confused, conflicted, and scared. Her hand went to touch her tingling lips as she thought about the kiss Garth had unexpectedly given her. That kiss…wow. It had felt so good. So incredible.

Sasha’s body felt hot just thinking about it. Her sex throbbed with need. Garth, Garth, Garth. But then he’d had to ruin their ‘romantic moment’ by having those awful, lewd thoughts of…of…having sex with Sasha in the middle of the ballroom! She’d been so scandalized by his thoughts. His mind had been full of raw, animalistic lust.

Nothing else.

There had been no feelings of love.

Why? Why? Why? Why had he wanted to mate with me? Sasha unconsciously let go of the bouquet and it fell to the floor with a soft thud. She began to knead her breasts with her hands. She felt hot, restless. She needed some kind of relief. Sasha pinched her own nipples experimentally and gasped. Her nipples were so sensitive for some reason. She’d never felt like this before so…so…turned on. Her body was being incredibly responsive.

As she touched herself, Sasha pictured Garth in her mind and remembered their kiss. Sasha kept her right hand on her right breast, and slid her other hand down her body towards her crotch. Sasha began to rub her clit through her red silk dress. She moaned softly and bucked against her hand.

Sasha? a familiar male voice questioned softly as Charming entered the examination room and flipped on the lights.

Sasha flushed in embarrassment at Charming catching her pleasuring herself alone like this, something she’d never done before. Anytime Sasha had been aroused she’d gone to find Charming straight away. But not this time.

Eek! Charming! T-Turn off the lights! Don’t look! Sasha exclaimed frantically.

Charming raised a quizzical eyebrow at Sasha and took in her current state. According to his data analysis Sasha was aroused. He frowned in confusion. But then why was she pleasuring herself all alone? Why hadn’t she called for him? His purpose was to pleasure her after all. Charming flipped off the lights obligingly. There. Better, my love? The robot asked as he approached her.

Y-Yes.

Charming stopped in front of her. How was the wedding?

Sasha swallowed. It was…okay.

Just okay? Charming questioned in a concerned tone and began to wonder if something had happened at the wedding.

No, it was…nice. Very nice. Becca made a beautiful bride. And Derek made a handsome groom.

And Garth? Charming reached out to stroke Sasha’s cheek. He was there too, right?

Garth? Uh…he looked okay. He was wearing a kilt. Sasha nibbled on her bottom lip nervously.

A kilt. I see. How…silly of him. Charming chuckled as he tried to picture Garth wearing a plaid skirt. A man in a skirt.

Sasha frowned at Charming’s careless words and felt the need to defend Garth well up inside of her. "A tartan kilt is not a skirt. And Garth looked manly in it." She gave Charming a stern look.

Charming raised an eyebrow at Sasha. Did he now? Well, enough about him. Welcome home, Sasha. The robot cupped Sasha’s cheek and leaned down to place a tender kiss on Sasha’s lips.

Sasha let Charming kiss her and couldn’t help but compare this kiss with Garth’s. Charming’s kiss was so…cold, sterile. There was no warmth to it. Where were the tingles she’d gotten when she’d kissed Garth? The butterflies? Sasha pulled back. Charming, I want you to kiss me more…passionately. She ordered.

Charming smiled and nodded. Your wish is my command, my love. The robot searched his databank for the proper kissing techniques and tried to kiss Sasha again. He captured Sasha’s lips with more force and began to kiss her more aggressively. He ran his tongue between her lips, seeking entrance.

Sasha opened her mouth to let Charming inside. Charming thrust his tongue into her mouth and began to skillfully swirl his tongue around hers.

Sasha closed her eyes and tried to get into the kiss. It was better than before, and a little more like Garth’s. When Charming began to thrust his tongue in and out of her mouth mimicking the motions of sex, she began to feel tingly. She moaned against his lips. Heat was gathering between her legs once more.

Charming pulled back to look at Sasha with his night vision. His creator was flushed, panting, and aroused. He gave himself a mental pat on the back for a job well done. Sasha, come here. Charming held his hand out to her.

Sasha gave his hand a quizzical look. Charming?

Trust me. If you want passion - I can give you passion, Sasha. Let me. Charming urged her with an intent expression on his face.

Sasha gulped, put her hand in Charming’s, and he helped her up. He guided her over to the examination table. Charming put his hands on Sasha’s tiny waist, lifted her up easily, and set her down on the edge of the table. Charming? What…?

Shhh. Let me pleasure you…passionately. Charming insisted as he began to push her red silk dress up her legs. The robot pushed the skirt of her dress all the way up Sasha’s body until he could see her pink silk panties. They were damp. Charming reached out with his finger and caressed her sex lightly.

Sasha shuddered at the feeling. It felt good.

Charming smirked, slipped a finger into her panties, and began to caress her sex. Sasha moaned and bucked against his hand. Needing more room, Charming decided to take off her panties and then tossed them aside. He put his hands on Sasha’s thighs and spread her legs to look at her sex.

Sasha flushed out of embarrassment and tried to cover herself with her hands. D-Don’t stare at me like that. What are you doing?

Technique number two hundred and thirty-four. Charming declared before he put his head between Sasha’s thighs and then licked her sex.

Sasha’s eyes widened like saucers. Oh God!

Charming smiled against her and concentrated on sucking and nibbling on her clit. She gasped loudly. He thrust his tongue into her sex as far as it could go and then selected a vibration setting for his tongue. It began to vibrate inside of Sasha.

Ah! Charming! Sasha cried out as his tongue vibrated inside of her sex.

Charming began to thrust his tongue in and out of Sasha’s sex, and continued to let his tongue vibrate. Sasha bucked her hips against his face. She put her hands on Charming’s head and pressed his face against her core.

Charming increased the speed of his thrusts and swirled his tongue. He wondered what it would be like to have taste buds and wondered what Sasha would taste like.

The robot pulled back slightly to give himself room to use his hand to pleasure Sasha at the same time as his mouth. He found her clit and rubbed her little pleasure nub in circles. He chose a vibration setting for his index finger and then touched her clit with it again.

Sasha cried out at the assault of sensations and came against Charming’s mouth and his hand. Oh…Garth!

Charming’s eyes widened in surprise, and he abruptly pulled away from Sasha. There was a confused and slightly hurt look on his face. Why had Sasha called him Garth? The robot straightened and looked at Sasha for answers. Sasha?

Sasha’s own eyes were wide and there was a guilty look on her face. Her cheeks were pink. Charming, I’m so…sorry! Sasha leapt off the examination table, grabbed the bouquet that had been on the floor, and fled the room. She decided to head to the second floor of her clinic where her bedroom was.

She rarely used her bedroom on the second floor, however, since she was usually down in the lab doing genetic experiments and playing with her monster pets. But right then she needed to be alone. Alone with her conflicting, tumultuous thoughts.

Sasha opened the door to her bedroom and stepped inside. She flipped on a light switch illuminating the room. Her bedroom was very feminine and had been decorated with pastel colors. A Queen-sized, four-poster, pine bed took up most of the room. A white comforter with the design of pink and yellow flowers was draped over the bed along with some flower-shaped pillows.

A large shelving unit was lined with stuffed animals. Sasha loved collecting stuffed animals - especially ones that had big, round eyes. She loved to hug them and squeeze them. And before Charming and her monster pets…those stuffed animals had been her only friends.

Also in the room was a pine dresser, desk, armchair and a bookcase that was lined with romance novels. Two pine night tables sat on either side of the bed, and each had a pink porcelain lamp with a white, frilly lampshade sitting on top of it.

Sasha thought that her room looked like it belonged to a teenaged girl and not a young adult woman. She knew she was too old for stuffed animals, but didn’t have the heart to throw them away. She knew she was a freak and a weirdo.

Sasha walked over to her bed, flumped down on it, and looked up at the ceiling. She realized she was holding the bouquet she’d caught at the wedding, or rather gotten smacked in the face with.

Why had she called out Garth’s name while coming? She wondered as she nibbled on her lower lip. Was she attracted to Garth? Well, yes, that was obvious now. But did she like Garth?

Maybe.

She’d never…liked a real man before, but was pretty sure it would feel something like this.

But even if she did like Garth, he would never like her in return, right?

Sasha remembered their kiss under the mistletoe with the moonlight shinning on them through the French doors that led outside to the garden. Why had Garth kissed her? Why had he wanted to sleep with her? Did he perhaps…like her?

With these questions playing over and over in her mind like a broken record Sasha fell into a restless sleep.

***

The following morning, Sasha’s internal clock woke her up at six o’clock. She got up and realized she was still dressed in her bridesmaid’s dress, and she was still holding the bouquet of flowers. The poor flowers were starting to wilt. She quickly found a vase, filled it with water, and put the bouquet inside. She admired the bouquet for a moment and her lips quirked into a smile. Malakye was really a very talented florist.

After that Sasha went to her closet, opened it, and peered inside. Hanging from several hangers were dozens of identical white lab coatdresses. She had no normal clothes. She frowned as she slid the hangers aside. That’s when she spotted a simple black dress that her father had bought her.

Sasha took the dress out and admired it. The dress was sleeveless, had a plunging v-neck, and was knee-length. She was surprised that her father would buy her something that could almost be considered provocative. Although she supposed modern-day fashion was pretty revealing normally.

Sasha tried to remember when the last time she’d tried to look pretty was. She realized it had been about four years ago, after her father had rescued her from ‘that place’ and had brought her here to the clinic. She’d tried to start her life over and had begun to work as a veterinarian. She wasn’t very good at dealing with people and had run the entire clinic and pet shop by herself at first.

Eventually Sasha had realized she needed more help and had decided to build the robot Charming. It was around this time that she’d also started to feel a bit lonely, even with Charming around. That’s why she’d decided to try some online dating. But each date Sasha had gone on had been a horrible experience.

The men she’d met on Match.com had all been pigs. She’d met up with them at restaurants and afterwards all of them had expected Sasha to go back to their place and have sex with them. On the first date! And they’d all acted as though that was completely normal. But she didn’t even know them. How the hell could she be expected to want to have sex with them so soon? She found it bizarre.

She rubbed her arms as goosebumps broke out over her arms as she remembered this one man who’d tricked her into coming over to his apartment to ‘watch a movie’. Somehow they’d ended up in his bedroom and she’d been pushed onto the bed. He’d tried to take her clothes off and Sasha had panicked. She’d reached out, grabbed the lamp that had been sitting on his bedside table, and whacked him over the head with it.

It had been something like right out of a movie. The man had been knocked unconscious and after Sasha had checked his vitals to make sure he’d be okay she’d left his apartment.

She couldn’t even remember his face or his name. She’d completely blocked it from her mind. After that horrible experience Sasha had given up on online dating, dressing like a girl, and trying to look feminine. She’d started dressing like a mad scientist and this had helped to keep people at a distance.

But oddly enough, she wanted to look pretty and feminine for Garth.

Sasha showered, blow-dried her hair, brushed her teeth, and dressed in the black dress. She’d forgone her usual goggles, black rubber gloves, and boots. She decided to wear the new strappy silver shoes Becca had purchased for her.

Sasha walked over to her desk and took a seat in front of it. She looked down at the counter and was surprised to see a collection of makeup there. She realized that her father must have bought it for her. There was brand name makeup from brands like: Lancôme, Stila, Urban Decay, and Hard Candy. Sasha picked up a tube of pink lip-gloss and applied it to her lips liberally.

Sasha stared at her reflection in the mirror of a powder compact for a moment and smiled. She thought she looked…rather nice. She took a deep breath to calm her nerves and gather her courage. She was going to go and see Garth, and find out more about these strange feelings inside of her.

After having a Pop-Tart for breakfast she got ready to leave her clinic, and planned to leave it in Charming’s care. She made her way into the reception room and spotted Charming behind the counter typing away at the computer there. Charming, there’s somewhere I have to go. I’ll be back in like an hour. Please look after things here. Bye, Sasha said quickly and made her way towards the front door.

Charming looked up from the computer and furrowed his brow as he watched Sasha head to the door. Sasha? My love, where are you going?

Just…to run an errand. I’ll be back shortly, Sasha said evasively as she left the shop. She nibbled on her lower lip. She didn’t know why she didn’t tell Charming that she was going to Helltastic Confectionary. But maybe she didn’t want to risk him stopping her. The robot had been acting a little jealous around Garth.

Sasha blinked. Jealous? Did I program that capability into Charming? I don’t remember.

Sasha hailed a cab, and headed for Helltastic Confectionary to finally get some answers. She needed to find out why Garth had kissed her.

***

Garth groaned as he slowly came awake. He felt hungover. And that sometimes happened after nights of the full moon. He opened his eyes and they widened when he saw that Nerezza was snuggled up against his chest. Sometime during the night he must have rolled over on his other side and the succubus had taken full advantage of that.

What the hell? He scratched his head as he looked at her. She also still had her horns, wings and tail out. His sexual energy must have been very potent.

Garth furrowed his brow angrily as he glared at her. He reached out and shook her shoulder to wake her up. Hey, Nerezza, wake up!

Nngh. Nerezza moaned as she stirred awake. She opened her hazel eyes and blinked at Garth owlishly. A slow, sensuous smile curled her red lips, and a mischievous twinkle formed in her green-brown eyes. Good morning, Garth, Nerezza purred as she eyed Garth’s muscular bare chest. Mmm. What a nice sight to wake up to in the morning.

A muscle beneath Garth’s eye ticked in irritation. Nerezza, you need to leave. Hurry the hell up and get dressed. He was beginning to lose his patience.

Nerezza raised an eyebrow at Garth. And you expect me to leave while looking like this? She spread her wings.

Garth sighed, and scrubbed a hand down his face. Nay. I suppose not.

Nerezza stretched languidly on the bed, and the sheet that had been covering her lowered to reveal her bare breasts. Mmm! That’s what I thought. The succubus sat up and was about move off the bed when she noticed the tent in the bed sheet above Garth’s crotch. Ooo, someone has a case of morning wood.

Garth looked down at his crotch and swore. He’d been dreaming about Sasha all night long so it was no wonder he was hard as a rock. This has nothing to do with you, He growled coldly.

A cat’s paw smile formed on Nerezza’s face. So stubborn. Let me help you with that. Nerezza pounced on Garth before he could properly react and straddled his waist.

Garth put his hands on Nerezza’s hips and tried to shove her off of him. Hey! Get the hell off of me, you damned wicked succubus!

Nerezza ground herself wantonly against Garth’s erection and pulled a groan from his lips. Oh, come on, you know you want me. Enter me, Garth. Please.

Nay! Garth objected as he tried to push her off, but Nerezza was incredibly strong at that moment because of all the sexual energy she’d stolen from Garth the night before. Damned succubus…!

Garth continued to struggle to push Nerezza off of him, and grunted and groaned while Nerezza tried to position