“Just flashes,” I said. “But they were definitely there.”
“Wow,” Mareth said. “That’s...quite a rare ability. Maybe it’s some side effect of Lucifer’s blessing? Either way, I’m sure it will pass.”
I nodded. “So, it’s not normal to see both realms at the same time?”
“The angelic and the demonic world are separated.” Christina sounded like she was reading it out of a book. “Both of them can affect the mortal world, but neither can touch the other. Our realm, Earth, is the only way to go from one to the other.”
There was a giggle from the back seat. “That’s not entirely accurate,” Mareth said.
Christina gave a start. “What? Which part?”
“The angelic and demonic realms can interact directly with each other,” Mareth explained, “but only in certain places. And at designated times. There are all sorts of treaties and documents between our side and the angels’ that say when and where—it’s how we resolve conflicts.” She giggled. “We’ve been doing it in this manner ever since Eve first lured Adam into eating that knowledgeberry fruit.”
“What!?” I couldn’t believe that. “What the fuck is a ‘knowledgeberry’? I thought it was an apple.”
“A common misconception,” Mareth said mildly. “The Bible never states what type of fruit it was—just that it came from the tree of knowledge. Hence, knowledgeberry.”
“Shit.” I shook my head. “So how come I’ve never heard of it?”
“Well, obviously the Almighty wouldn’t want to leave any laying around after what happened the first time, now would he?”
I thought about it, then nodded. “Fair point.”
For a minute or two, we drove on in silence. Yet the atmosphere in the van continued to thicken. Christina’s gaze grew more feverish; her shoulders rose and fell faster as her attention toward the road faded in favor of me. She’s going to make a move, I thought. Any minute now.
“I wish I could see demons,” she growled, leaning over in her seat. The move put her in danger of sliding right out of her seatbelt, while practically depositing her in my lap. “I know it’s not good for me to sound this way, but—I’m jealous, Luke. It’s so cool that you get to pierce the veil.”
From the tone of her voice, I could tell she was thinking about me piercing her veil. A husky laugh echoed from the backseat. “Luke could help you with that,” Mareth said in a teasing tone.
Christina’s hand closed on the bulge in my pants. “Could he?”
Pleasure shot through me at her touch. “Fuck,” I groaned, struggling to concentrate on the road. “Is this my powers again? Am I turning the whole car on?”
Christina tugged my zipper down with a little whimper, then slid her fingers into my pants and took hold of my cock. “Does it matter? Hey, how’s that dizziness of yours?”
“Fine,” I gasped, trying to keep my eyes forward. It was a struggle not to watch what she was doing; it felt amazing. “Getting better all the time.”
“Yeah, you definitely seem better. You think you’ll be able to handle this, then?”
Before I could retort, Christina puckered her lips and spit on the crown of my cock. She worked her hands up and down the shaft a few times, making me moan, then lowered her head into my lap. Her hot, wet mouth enveloped me and my hips shot upward, filling her throat.
“Oh fuck,” Mareth groaned. She sounded like Christina was doing it to her, not me. “Shit, that feels so good! That’s right, mortal, keep sucking that dick…!”
Oh right, I thought. Succubus. My fingers tangled in Christina’s hair, coaxing her deeper onto my cock. She complied eagerly, taking me all the way down to my balls like she’d never heard of the term ‘gag reflex’. The heat and friction were amazing. When she added her tongue to the mix, swirling it around my head as she bobbed up and down like a cork, I nearly came apart right then and there.
Fuck, I’m getting road head from a gorgeous babe, I thought deliriously. And there’s a succubus in the backseat getting off on the whole thing…
“Yeah, that’s right,” I said, my fingers digging into the back of Christina’s head. “Take it all the way down. Your mouth feels so fucking good…”
She sucked me harder at the compliment, her cheeks hollowing around my cock as her lips formed an oh-so-tight seal. At the same time she lifted her ass in the air and tugged down her jeans, fingering herself through her panties. The smell of sex filled the van, and the dizziness reared up in me but failed to take control. No way. I wasn’t going to stop this time. I was gonna enjoy the hell out of this, fill Christina’s tight little throat up with my load.
I thrust upwards into her mouth, grunting like a caveman. The road ahead swam before my vision as I hit the peak. My cock jerked against the roof of Christina’s mouth, thick ropes of semen spraying from the tip to coat her tongue.
With any other girl I’d been with, that would’ve been the cue to pull back - to finish me with her hand. Christina did no such thing. She moved like I’d given her a personal challenge to drink down every drop of my load, slowing her motions but making the hot seal of her lips even tighter than before. Relief flooded me as she milked me dry, her fingers pumping between her legs as the rich taste of my load filled her mouth...
“Look out!” Mareth screamed suddenly, grabbing my shoulders. “Luke, hit the brakes-!”
My hands jerked from the back of Christina’s head to the steering wheel. To my surprise, the van hadn’t swerved from the center of the road—a person stood in the middle of the street, looking around at nothing as
