Innocent Seduction

**I\'ve made a few changes, as par request. The paragraphs would look much better if it stayed like in word pad. *loves tabs***
**Btw, I make note now that Edward calls Leona a \'succubus\', not an incubus.**
**I\'d like to think everyone for their wonderful reviews. I\'m working on getting the next chapter out, between losing my login info and working I haven\'t been able to do any more writing. But, hopefully I can get a new chapter out very soon. I\'m as exciting as everyone else to see what happens next.**


I like to think that I’m just a normal, average girl. I’m sixteen, two months away from my seventeenth birthday. I’ve made honor roll at school ever since kindergarten, I help my parents in their grocery store when I’m not at school. Everyone is always saying how I’m such a good girl who listens to her parents.

My best friend, Carin, is always complaining about my reputation. Her mother is always asking why she can’t be like me. Carin has been a wild child ever since kindergarten, when we first met and became friends. I don’t see what’s so great about it, I do what everyone else wants me to do but I don’t get to do anything I want to, I don’t get a life. But, I’m also too afraid to go out and be myself. What would my parents say?

Friday, after school, Carin and I go to the mall for a little shopping. It would be summer soon and school will be out, we have to make sure we were ready. When we are finished and I take my things home, she convinced me to come with her and not stay home. I should of known better, should of just stayed home and said no. But I’m weak when it comes to my friend and before I know it she dragged me into a club.

I find myself alone, sitting at a table beside the dance floor, watching Carin dance and wondering how in the world I got here. My parents will kill me when I get home, hopefully I can make it home all right. I’ve heard about the dangers of going to clubs. Shoot, we shouldn’t even be here, we’re both underage. I not sure I want to know how she got us in here.

The place is loud, and crowded, their isn’t much lighting, not enough for me anyway. And it smells like beer and urine. I just wish Carin would hurry up and decide to leave. The part I can’t seem to get past is the fact that he looks to be in his mid twenties, early thirties. Almost as old as my father.

“Can I buy you a drink?”

A smooth, velvety, voice says to my right, and a little high. I turn and find myself staring at the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. His hair is so blond it’s almost white and comes to his shoulder, his eyes are bright blue. His skin is a little too pale, but I can’t seem to take my eyes off him. He’s a little broad in the shoulders, but not body builder kind just every day work. He dresses like your average guy, gray short sleeved T with black cotton pants. Ok, so many most average men don’t wear cotton pants, jeans being the preferred style, but who am I to criticize his dressing habits.

“Nno, thanks. I’m not drinking.”

I force myself to smile but it falters when he sits down.

“How about we just talk then? I couldn’t help but notice you, you seemed lonely and thought I’d keep you company.”

I shrug. What the heck, talking is all right, but man, I wish Carin would hurry up and come back. I fidget and keep glancing at the dance floor.

“I’m sorry if I make you uncomfortable, I don’t mean to.”

“Oh, no, I’m fine.”

He smiles and moves his hand to touch mine. I feel a cold shiver run down my spine and try to pull my hand away. Thankfully he lets it go.

“So, what do you do when your not at clubs?”

I glance nervously at the dance floor again and, to my horror, find that Carin isn’t out there. This is just getting worse. Carin is missing and this beautiful, creepy, guy is sitting across from me.

“I go to school.”

“College.”

I laugh, short and abrupt, “High school. I’m a Junior.”

“Ah, interesting, is that all you do? Career school?”

He smiles and I can’t help but smile back, though I still feel a little uncertain.

“Career school… Honor roll all the way, teachers pet, I even help my parents out at their store…”

I let my frustrations out just a little, things I wouldn‘t tell anyone normally. He nods his head sympathetically.

“What would you like to do with your life?”

“College, get a nice job and have a family.”

He leans forward, very serious now, and I find myself searching once again for Carin, and actually cussing in my head when I still can’t see her.

“No, what do you want to do, not your parents or what other people expect.”

That threw me off guard. What did I really want out of life? Did I really want to go to college after this, then get a job and have a family. Become just like my parents and their parents, and their parent’s parents? No…

“I want adventure… I’ve always wanted to see the world!”

I can’t believe I just said that, to a complete stranger! I know I haven’t been drinking, and I don’t do drugs. What’s wrong with me…

“Look into my eyes.”

Without thinking I comply, looking him directly in the eyes. I feel another cold shiver but nothing else. I can’t quite figure out if he’s creepy or if it’s just me. His smile widens and he stands, holding his hand out to me.

“Would you like to start having adventures now?”

Theirs a twinkle to his eyes that I can’t quite decipher. Do I want to take his hand? And what will it mean? I’m not stupid, I learned about sex years ago, I know a lot about it, not everything. I’m still a virgin after all. Feeling suddenly rebellious I take his hand and let him pull me up to stand in front of him.

My heart is pounding as I follow after him, my hand still in his, wadding through the crowds. I’ve never done anything like this before, and yet it feels rather exhilarating to think I might be defying my parents. I don’t even know his name, or how old he is, though I think he’s much older then I am. Just my luck, getting hit on by a man old enough to be my father.

We weave our way through the crowd and practically burst out of the front door, the crisp cool of the early March evening is almost a shock after the heat of the club. I continue to follow him as he turns right and goes to a car parked at the side of the street. He had to of come extra early to get parking like that, though Carin and I had walked and didn‘t have to worry about parking. His car is an older model Chevy, I don’t know enough about car’s to know what type, but I do recognize the emblem and know it’s not new. Carin always says that the color of a guy’s car says a lot about him. I’m not sure what nondescript dark blue would say about this man.

He opens the passenger side door for me to climb in, then shuts it behind me and goes around to the drivers side. My heart is pounding so hard it’s in my throat, threatening to make me sick, but I stick it out, for now. I’m almost too scared to stop it, to say no. For the first time in my life I’ve been tempted with a way to defy my parents and all the adults who made comments about how perfect I am.

How wonderful of a daughter I am. No one’s ever said how beautiful I am. I know I’m not, but some days it would be nice. No, I’m the geeky girl you find in the library, reading books for extra credit. Dark brown hair done up nice, about as nice as straight, waist length, hair can get. My eyes are nondescript hazel, my skin isn’t tanned, but it’s not pale.

The most that can be said about me is that I’m built nice, and that would just be rude. I developed earlier then most, slim waist, big hips and butt, large bust size. But people still see me as the perfect daughter, perfect college and career material. What would they say now if they could see me, riding in a car with a perfect stranger going to who knows where.

“My name is Leona.”

I say shyly as he pulls into the drive way of a nice, rural, house. It looks like every other house on the road, like my house. White washed outsides, uniform perfect lawn. The contractor had made plans for one house and built copies. It’s awful, really. It’s a nice break to go to Carin’s home, her and her single mother live in a trailer, at a trailer park.

He comes around and opens my door for me offering me a hand up. I take it and again allow myself to be pulled up to stand beside him. He shuts the door and takes my hand again, leading me inside.

“Edward.”

Edward… A common name but the way he says it, with an accent, I don‘t think he‘s entirely American. He only pauses a moment at the front door to unlock it and go inside. I shiver a little as he locks the door behind him and leads me further into his house. It’s dark and I can’t see much of anything, I can only make out a few dark lumps that must be furniture.

He leads me through the main room and to the adjoining bedroom. He sets the house keys on a small table just out side the bedroom then goes in, pulling me with him, and shuts the door, locking it as well. And suddenly I realize that we’re alone in his bedroom. I shouldn’t be here, I should be home, in bed sleeping, not at the house of a strange man, getting ready to do who knows what.

But I know what, and I don’t argue when he kisses my lips. He kisses me gently, his hands moving over my breasts through the thin fabric of my blouse. I had chosen a light weight cotton T with a square neck and well worn jean pants for the days attire, just another part of my ‘perfect girl’ wardrobe.

I gasp when his hand finds it’s way inside my shirt and unfastens my bra. It felt wonderful when he touched my bare breasts with his hands, kneading them softly. I moaned as he kissed my neck, and felt bereft when he pulled away.

It wasn’t to last as he pulled my shirt and bra off completely and threw them off to the side. He held a breast up and kissed it, his tongue circling the pink of my nipples. He took my nipple in his mouth and gently sucked on it, grazing it with his teeth just enough to make me shiver.

I knew I shouldn’t be here, shouldn’t be doing this, but at the same time it felt wonderful. I could only stand there with my hands buried in his hair, enjoying the silk like texture of it, as he finished with one breast and moved to the other. It felt absolutely wonderful.

The next time he pulled back I was prepared for something new, and I wasn’t disappointed. He pulled his shirt off and grabbed the top of my pants, jerking me against him. I can feel his erection even through the cloth and shudder at the knowledge of what will soon happen. He kisses my lips again, this time more demanding as his tongue enters my mouth. He prods my tongue to react and I try to do what he wants me to, not wanting to mess it up with my lack of experience.

He starts to unbutton my pants and I do the same to his, gasping when his penis comes out. He hadn’t been wearing any panties, or boxers as most men wear. I take his penis in my hands and give it a gentle squeeze, smiling when he moans out loud. It felt wonderful to make him react the way I’ve been reacting to him. I take my time, moving my hand up and down the shaft of it, not really sure what I’m doing but letting nature take over.

With a growl low in his throat he rids himself of the rest of his pants, and pulls mine off all the way, ripping my panties at the same time. He picks me up and lays me down on the bed, it’s surprisingly closer then I had thought.

“Do you want to be different, Leona, do you want to have power?”

I gasped aloud as he kissed me between the legs, moving his tongue between my lips. I rose my hips, trying to get him deeper inside me then his tongue was going.

“Yes… Yes! I want power!”

I almost screamed when he moved away. He kissed my lips again and I pulled his head closer, our teeth coming together almost painfully. He moved my legs wider apart with his hands then positions himself over me. It was painful, a little, as he pushed his penis inside me. I had never had another inside me and I cried out from the pain. But then I was lost in the pleasure as he thrust inside me again and again, building up a rhythm that was intoxicating.

I felt the world around me move as his hands kneaded my breasts, his tongue danced along my skin. When I thought I would die from the pleasure of it I exploded. He kissed me and I felt him explode with me as we both rode a wave so high it was almost deadly.

I felt a warm tingling in my body, it started at my vagina and spread through out my body. It was odd, not really pleasurable but not really painful. When it settled I felt different, high almost.

I giggled as he pulled himself out and lay beside me. He had a smile on his face so I didn’t think my giggle was too inappropriate.

“Your different now, Leona. But, you’ll need a new name now. For names are power and if you know a person’s true name you have a lot of power over them.”

I turn and give him a confused look. Change my name? What does he mean by that. His answer is to take my hand and pull me up off the bed, leading me to the other side and through a door. He pauses a moment to flip the light switch and I blink at the suddenness of it.

When my vision clears and the spots settle down I look around, even more confused when I find that he’s brought me to the bathroom. I’m not sure what the rest of his place looks like, but he spared no expense on this room. The bathtub is big enough to fit two, the shower sprayer is removable. On the left side of the room is the toilet and the sink with a cabinet underneath. He has a tooth brush and toothpaste to one side, but there is no mirror above the sink like most bathrooms, like mine.

“Look.”

He moves me further into the room and turns me to my right and I find myself looking at a wall completely covered by a mirror. I gasp and take a step back at the sight that greets me. I don’t know if I should be confused, mad, scared… The person staring back at me isn’t quite like I remember her to be.

I move closer to the mirror until I’m close enough to touch it. My hair is still dark brown, but it has reddish highlights and a slight wave to it. My hazel eyes are brighter, my lips fuller, my skin a little darker, a honey color. And then my gaze moves down and my eyes go wide. My hand goes to my breasts and I gasp aloud. Their firmer then they had been before, a little fuller. My hand moves down to my waist, over my butt. I had been skinny before, but now pieces had fleshed out until it was perfect. There are even muscles in my stomach that I don’t remember having.

“Amazing, isn’t it?”

I turn to look at him, still wide eyed.

“What’s happening? Why am I different?”

I’m not sure I mind, but I’d like to know why suddenly my all right body has become perfect. Why I feel different.
“Have you ever heard of an incubus?”

I search my mind, the name sounding familiar, then it clicks. I had done some research on ghosts last year for a paper, I had run across the word.

“Yes. An incubus is a creature that comes into the rooms of women at night and seduce them.”

“Close. Books never get it right, they always add to it, make it more evil than it really is. I’m an incubus, Leona. I’ve shared my powers with you, given you your own powers. You’re a succubus now, with power as such no other being on earth processes. I am the last of my kind and swore years ago to not let my kind just die away like so many beings have.”

“But… What if I don’t want this, this power?”

“It’s too late, Leona, once it’s given it can’t be taken away.”

“No…”

Suddenly I can’t breath and slowly sink down to the cool tile floor. The world around me starts to spin and I feel ill. This can’t be happening, no, it must be a dream. Just a dream. Why won’t I wake up! Moisture crawling down my cheek brings me back to myself and I find that I’m crying.

I look to see Edward kneeling down in front of me, his face is once of patience, there is no malice in his eyes.

“It’s not as bad as you think. There are only a few outward changes, and those you’ve seen. Internally you will be stronger, magic is now available for your use. You can seduce any man you wish, you can even choose to enslave them. I will show you how to use your powers, how to control them.”

He stands and offers me his hand, the third time in such a short time. Again I take his hand and let him lead me away, into a new and frightening world. I felt a little apprehensive following him, a little scared of what my future might be now. I didn’t want this, not really, I didn’t want to be something that fed off of other people, or that used sex. Because whatever his version of a succubus is, it involves sex, that’s how he gave it to me.

“Don’t be so tense, it’s not as bad as you think. Loosen up, let your mind go and leave your body to lead.”

I close my eyes as we stand beside the bed, take a deep breath and let it out. I breathe out all thought, all intellect, and let my body have reign. My body isn’t opposed to this at all. Opening my eyes back up I follow him onto the bed.

Things go by in a blur from there, I remember touching, being touched, and pleasure such as I haven’t known. My first lesson was power exchange, he fed me while I fed him. I’d like to say that my mind intervened and told me to stop, I’d love to say that. But my mind decided to agree with my body and just enjoy it. I might dislike that I gave in so easily later, but I know their will be no regrets.