Nicoletta smiled gleefully to herself. Why should she settle for just one? But she wouldn't last through the wedding in her current condition. Luckily she noticed an usher, about 17 or 18, standing by one of the side doors of the entrance. Most of the people came in through the front door so the young man stood, bored, behind a small podium with a guest book and programs on the podium in front of him.
With a sway in her hips and a tug on the front of her dress so that the cleavage came down to just above her swollen nipples, she approached the boy. He was a bit skinny and lanky with brown eyes, mousy brown hair, and a matching small brown soul patch. Definitely not her first choice for sure, but he was cute in a geeky sort of way and he would be easy prey. If Nicoletta was careful, she figured she could get a bit of information...and a quick snack to tide her over.
The young boy's eyes looked unabashedly on her breasts the moment she moved toward him. Nicoletta leaned over the podium so that the "neck line" of the dress falls down to just mere inches above her evidently hard nipples. She smiled sweetly as she breathed to the young boy, “Got a minute, sweetie?”
“Yeah...” he barely responded, his eyes threatening to fall out of their sockets.
“I'm Nicoletta. What's your name, love?”
“T...Todd.”
Nicoletta leaned over, allowing him to see all the way down her dress as she whispered in a conspiratorial tone. “Perhaps you can help me, Todd. I'm from out of town, and I came in to...confess my sins.” Nicoletta's eyes flashed with the last phrase, the movement catching Todd's attention. He noticed the brief flash in her eyes and swallowed hard.
Nicoletta continued “As I was saying, Todd, I really need to confess my sins, but I don't want to interrupt the wedding. I was thinking that if you could help me sort of blend in, then I could wait and confess after the wedding.”
As Nicoletta finished her speech, she absently reached up and caressed Todd's cheek. He shuddered, and Nicoletta could feel Todd's sexual arousal and aura spike exponentially. “S...sure,” Todd stuttered. “How can I help?”
Nicoletta pointed to the two men by the priest. “Well, if I'm going to blend in, I should at least know the name of the groom and bride.” As she spoke, Nicoletta moved a bit closer so her breasts rubbed against Todd's arm.
Todd gulped, then pointed to the groom with the shoulder-length sandy blond hair. “That's the groom. His name is Michael Parker. The guy beside him,” Todd pauses to indicate the man with the short black hair, “is his best man, Thomas Hopkins. They've been best friends ever sense high school.”
Nicoletta idly ran her finger down Todd's chest, causing the boy to have to grab the podium just to keep standing. “They look like very handsome boys, Todd. Who's the lucky bride?”
“Stacy Hopkins, Thomas' little sister.” Todd closed his eyes, willing himself to calm down and stand, with only marginal success.
Nicoletta smiled and softly kissed Todd on the cheek. “You've been so kind, Todd. I just have one problem. I don't think I can wait.” With that, Nicoletta reached behind the podium to rake her nails down the front of Todd's pants as she whispered into his ear. “Can I...confess my sins to you?”
Todd nodded and indicated a nearby Sunday School room. Five minutes later. Nicoletta tiptoed out, leaving a passed out Todd in the room. After picking up a program, Nicoletta read that the reception would be held in the church's fellowship hall in just over one hour. The succubus grinned wickedly as she walked to the fellowship hall, making sure all is ready for step two of her plan. |