Hybrid Misfit

He groaned. “Dammit woman, stop tempting me. I promised Simon I’d teach you some basics, so stop throwing your womanly wiles at me or I’ll I put you over my knee.”

“Promises, promises,” I purred, sliding up to him and wrapping my arms around his neck. “Now I’ll have to really make sure I’m bad,” I said kissing him.

The embrace was short lived because the distinctive change in atmosphere made me open my eyes.

I pulled away from Gene in shock because we stood in a wasteland, a grey one that stretched endlessly in all directions. “Where on Earth are we?”

“Not Earth. Welcome to Limbo, the place between Heaven and Hell. Ancient history claims this once used to be a lush place, a neutral realm where all beings could get together where the only rule was respect for one another.”

“What happened?” I whispered. This place, Limbo, tugged at something in me. I didn’t understand it.

“War happened. Neutrality ended up getting trampled by the Army of Light and Legion of Darkness. Their clash destroyed this place, and history claims that when the greyness of nothing overtook this place the walls that bound Heaven and Hell were erected.”

“Can it not be fixed?” I asked. I could sense the anticipation of this place, it tickled along my senses.

“You cannot fix something dead,” Gene said flatly.

I wanted to protest this place was far from dead. Can’t he feel it? Except I could see by his expression he didn’t. Not sure what to make of that, I kept my mouth shut.

“Now where should we start?” Gene mused, rubbing his hands together.

The imp in me couldn’t resist. I hooked my foot around his ankle and toppled him to the dusty ground. I pounced on him, straddling his groin-which was very happy to see me.

Gene flashed me a white grin before rolling me smoothly under him. “Surprising the enemy is good. But, you need to follow up before they regain the upper hand.” He thrust his hips at me jolting my sex before jumping up and striding away.

I pouted. He turned around and winked. “Show me what you’ve got. Simon says you can fight, let’s see it.”

I got up slowly, miffed he’d rebuffed my advances. Fine, he wants me to hand him his ass, then I shall strive to please.

I sauntered at him, while mentally calculating how to attack him. His age probably gave him experience, so I’d have to be sneaky. And I knew he was stronger than me-he’d proven that the night before to my orgasmic delight.

I’d almost reached him when he moved in an almost blur. My arms came up to block the blows he rained on me instinctively. I felt like Luke Skywalker using the force. I moved in my own blur, and I grinned. The jerk upped the ante so that every few moves, he landed a blow. Annoyed, I found my opening, and kicked him-in the nuts.

He groaned and folded. “Not fair,” he gasped.

“Neither is making a half succubus work for sex,” I retorted placing my hands on my hips.

He staggered back to his feet and we continued to spar. I was actually quite good at this. Surprise! While held prisoner, my brothers, few sisters and I had often engaged in mock battles, sometimes to burn off energy, other times at the prodding of the scientists who wanted to see what we were capable of. I learned quickly how to fight- dirty. As a female, I just wasn’t as big or strong as some of the others, so I learned how to stay on top by using every trick there was. From aiming for their manparts, to using my girly wiles to distract them, I did what I had to in order to come out on top.

Like now, instead of stepping away from a shot Gene aimed at me, I took it in the shoulder and moved forward. I slipped an agile hand down the front of his pants and grabbed him, pleased to find him semi erect and eager for my touch. He moaned and went still. I slid my hand up and down the length of his shaft and rubbed my cheek against his before whispering. “You’re now dead.” I clamped my mouth around his jugular, the tips of my pointy teeth pricking his skin.

“But what a way to die,” he sighed.

I wanted to scream with frustration when he moved away from me, the evidence of his arousal tenting the front of his track pants.

“Now that we’ve ascertained you can handle hand to hand combat, time to see what else you can do.”

“You mean like this?” With a little focus, my wings sprang from my back in a grey feathery cloud. I bounded up and with a few, full flaps was airborne. I evened myself out in a few strokes and coasted on the strange aerial currents flowing through Limb’s grey skies. I pumped my wings and grinned, for flying truly was a treat. A flash of color made me turn my head, and in my shock at what I saw, I began to plummet. I quickly flapped my wings, regaining my height and shook my head with a smile. “You are such a ham,” I said to Gene. He just grinned at me from where he sat cross-legged on a tasseled, brightly colored rug.

“Let’s see what you can do with those wings of yours,” he said leaning forward on his flying carpet. He poured on the speed and pulled away from me. I laughed and pumped to catch up. I followed him as he weaved, spun and dove towards the ground. Liberating didn’t come close to describing it. In the human world, I had to be careful about when and where I used my aerial ability. While in captivity, the scientists had only allowed me to fly under the watchful eyes of snipers. Since my escape, any flying I did ended up restricted to moonless nights-alone.

With Gene, I could be myself, and we had fun, whooping and hollering as we chased each other through the grey sky. When a dark shadow covered me, I looked up and gaped. A massive dragon flew overhead and as I watched, it opened its mouth and spewed out a cloud of white mist.

“Holy crap.” Distracted, I lost altitude and before I could flap to regain it, I found myself grasped in an icy claw. “Simon, that better be you,” I warned. Actually, a part of me recognized him, not with my eyes or nose, but more with my senses. My massive dragon lover landed and set me down on the ground.

I took several steps back and eyed him up and down. He’s magnificent! The immense reptilian body was covered in shimmering white scales that glinted blue when he moved. His body was muscled and his limbs ended in wickedly sharp claws. He had a long tail with barbs on the end and a ridge of spines went up his back. The green eyes, while much larger, remained the same, and they regarded me with humor as I walked up to him. He lowered his head and I rubbed his snout even as I shivered at the sight of teeth that were the length of my arm.

“Hey handsome, so when you change back into your man shape, will you be naked?” I asked with my one-track mind.

My dragon snorted and beneath my petting hand, the body shrank and the scales melted into the skin of his face which I’d grown intimately acquainted with the night before.

To my chagrin, he wore clothes. I must have made a moue of disappointment because he chuckled and dropped a light kiss on my lips. “Hello, darling. Nice wings.”

“Thanks,” I replied, ruffling them.

Gene landed with his carpet and Simon snorted. “Show off.”

Gene grinned. “Glad you could make it. I was just about to start testing her abilities to block metaphysical attacks.”

“Whoa,” I said bringing my hands up. “Much as I’d love to see the different ways in which people, or things, can kill me, I’ve got to get ready for work.”

Simon’s brow crinkled. “But I thought we agreed you’d feed off us.”

“Um, hello, I don’t work just to feed, you know. I have bills to pay.” Gene opened his mouth and I stopped him with a glare. “No, I will not take money from you. That would be treating me like some kind of prostitute. I said I wouldn’t feed off others, although, that applies only to the touching kind. I will continue to feed off the emotions of my audience.”

Simon looked like he would argue, but at a curt nod from Gene he clamped his lips tight. “Very well. We will be around in case trouble crops up, so fear not even if you don’t see us. But know this,” he said coming close to me and staring down at me with his eyes glowing. “You will be spending the night with us.”

I trembled with instant arousal and wished I had more time to get a sample of what I could see in his eyes. But, Gene and I had spent quite a bit of time sparring and according to my inner clock, it was time to get ready for work.

“I’ll take her home,” Gene offered.

Simon bent me over and gave me a thorough kiss that made me want to say screw work, but I fought his