Virgin's essence

For the first time, Drayce saw the succubus blush. There was a small awkward silence.

"So, um, back to the reason I'm here," Drayce said changing the subject. "What's the next thing we need for the ritual?"

"Oh, right." Fiona said, regaining some composure. "We need virgin's essence."

"Virgin's essence? What is that exactly?"

"See that oil that came from Stacy? That only from a virgin."

"So a virgin female's... cum."

"Yep. Time for you to put on your best suit, Drayce, and find yourself a date."

"Me? Why me? You could do this easily," he inquired.

"My magic only works on males. I'm pretty sure you'd have a better chance than I would, given I know next to nothing about human relationships. Besides, she has to give it to you willingly. All that lovey-dovey stuff about how a virgin gives you a piece of their heart and soul when they have sex with you the first time - it's all true. Well, the soul part anyway. A very small amount of their soul energy is secreted the first time they have sex. This is what gives virgin's essence magical properties."

"Wait...how am I supposed to get the essence? I can't fuck a virgin without corrupting my soul."

"You could marry a virgin," she snickered.

"Are you fucking kidding me?!" Drayce protested.

Fiona laughed, "I am kidding. I do have something that will help."

Fiona got off the couch and walked to a nearby cabinet. Inside were all manner of glass vials and beakers containing various colored liquids. She grabbed two empty vials and a tiny bottle full of an unknown black substance.

"Take these," Fiona said. "The two empty vials are enchanted to draw the virgin's essence directly inside once you pop the top off. Get her aroused, pop the top, and the vial will do the rest."

"What about this stuff?" Drayce asked, holding up the black bottle.

"That is a highly concentrated incubus pheromone. Put a drop of that on your skin and you will have any woman instantly attracted to you, to the point they won't be able to resist your charms. Getting a virgin aroused will be easy with that."

Drayce takes the top off and gave it a quick sniff before pulling his head away in disgust.

"Jesus! This stuff is putrid!" Drayce said, who quickly put the cap back on.

"You wouldn't be saying that if you were female. One word of caution, though: only use a single drop. Use too much and it will attract every woman within a mile radius. Considering the size of Chicago, your body would probably be torn apart by hundreds of sex craved women."

Drayce slid the items into his coat pocket. Now all he needed was to find a virgin. Hope Frank was right about Penny.

*****

Drayce had taken up Penny on her invitation to see a movie. It was the first time he had been on a date since before Phoebe's death and it felt extremely awkward at times.

Nonetheless, Penny seemed to fully believe his feigned enthusiasm for their date. He felt like a douchebag, pretending to be interested in a woman he cared nothing for; and like a douchebag, he was trying to get her in the sack -- although without actually having sex with her. He still had no idea how he was going to pull this off.

The movie was a romantic comedy; Drayce paid scant attention. During their time in the cinema he thought about how his time could be better spent doing other things. Even though he was doing this to find Fiona's killer, it sure did not feel like it. He would much rather be going through his case files for the billionth time or giving Fiona's another sensual massage.

His mind did drift a few times towards that sexy succubus that forced her way into his life. Her perfect body, how her silky smooth skin felt, and those powerful orgasms were often at the front of his mind. If he were any other guy, he would be focused more on Penny's body, which was impressive in its own right.

Just not as impressive as Fiona.

After the movie, Drayce drove Penny home to her apartment. He parked the car at the entrance, "Well, I had a great time, Detective Knight. We should do it again some time," Penny said, smiling cutely.

"Please, I told you to stop with the 'Detective Knight stuff. Just call me Drayce."

"Well then, Drayce, thank you for a wonderful evening."

Penny leaned in, giving Drayce a small peck on the cheek. She opened the passenger door when Drayce grabbed her hand, stopping her.

"I haven't had a wonderful night like this in a long time. I'd hate for it to end."

"Well, the night is still young," Penny said. "I can show you around my apartment if you want."

"I would like that," Drayce smiled.

Drayce parked his car into an empty space and then followed her up to her apartment. It was a cozy place, though it seemed a little bare. She had few furnishings. Only a couch and coffee table sat in her living room, with a small TV perched atop of an end table. Her minimal kitchen had a stove that looked barely used. A compact refrigerator and spotless microwave hunched on the counter. A dining room table was noticeably absent.

"Nice place," Drayce said, as he sat down on the couch. "Did you just move in?"

Penny sat next to Drayce and shook her head. "No; been living here for over a year now. I've been saving money for college and haven't been able to buy much. I tend to not live beyond my means."

"It's good you have your priorities in order."

Penny laughed. "A rare quality I know. But having your priorities in order doesn't leave much time for dating."

"I'm surprised you asked me then," Drayce said.

"You seemed like a nice guy and I always liked older men better. Guys my age don't act very mature."

"Age has nothing to do with maturity. Hell, look at Frank."

Penny scoffed. "You have a point. Look up douchebag in a dictionary and you'll find his picture."

"I wouldn't doubt it," Drayce laughed. "Just yesterday he was telling me about his oh-so-skillful ways of spotting virgins. He claims you're a virgin because you dress so conservatively."

"So because I don't dress like a slut for his entertainment that makes me a virgin?" Penny asked disapprovingly.

"According to the great Frank Wallace; yes, it does." Drayce said sarcastically.

"He's such a pig!" she scoffed again. "I hate to admit though, that he's right."

"You mean, you really are a virgin?" Drayce asked.

"Yes, and I'm not ashamed of it. I just haven't found the right guy yet. I always said that I would save myself for marriage and with college and work I've had no trouble keeping to my word. This doesn't bother you, does it?"

"Not at all," Drayce replied. "I'm surprised is all. It's a rare quality these days."

Drayce got his confirmation. Now all he had to do was to get her to somehow change her mind. Her priorities and headstrong demeanor could be problematic.

"May I use your bathroom?" Drayce asked.

"Sure. It's down the hall and to the left."

Drayce got up from the couch and walked into the small tidy bathroom. He looked into the mirror, slightly disgusted with what he was planning to do. Penny was a good person, and to deflower her with the use of magic seemed wrong on so many levels. He too had priorities, however, and at the top of the list was finding Phoebe's killer. At any cost.

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