We were walking around a furnished attic room where I was supposed to sleep for the night, and also ostensibly make love to my succubus. Catherine was behind me as I moved to the southern windows. There was a pale-blue light streaming through. Was it moon light? Perhaps the color of the sky in that astral realm? Another woman was there in the room. I don’t remember exactly what she said, but I got the impression she tried to be a bit flirty towards me and made a snide remark towards my faithful demon companion.

The next thing I knew, I was tucked into bed in the far corner away from the windows. The door opposite me slammed shut and horrifying screams of pain issued forth through the thin walls. The manner in which Catherine managed to get a hold of this poor woman, I cannot say, but the resulting impacts were so loud and violent that I thought the other girl would most certainly die. I shut my eyes and attempted to communicate with her psychically, as I knew my physical voice would do no good in that state. “Please, stop, right now! This is crazy!” But the horrible din of furniture crashing into vulnerable flesh continued unabated.

I woke up to find myself in the usual position that Catherine prefers: on my back with her riding cowgirl. I could sense that she was smiling innocently, like what she had just done was the most normal thing in the world. My heartbeat was still elevated from the shock, but I wasn’t overly spooked. I’ve grown used to these sorts of surprises after 10 years of them.

Not one minute later, I could hear the enraged screams of our cat, Mr. Tigore, getting into a brawl with one of the neighborhood strays outside my window. The entire household woke up to see what was the matter and let the rascal biscuit-colored tabby indoors.

Catherine scares me sometimes, but that’s also part of what makes her so fascinating.