The Girl Next Door Ch. 04

Lisa cut her off, snapping her fingers as the various succubi took up positions in the room. "There are now. Now move, the ley lines are strongest here, we need this room." Primaphela glanced back at me, giving me a knowing smile before jumping off the bed, crossing her arms as she feigned disappointment with her mistress.

Lisa strode towards me, a deranged gleam in her eyes as she sat on the edge of my bed. She ran the back of her hand across my face, like a mother would checking her child for a fever. "Oh my...you haven't got long at all..." When she caught me staring at her bulging cleavage, she pulled the purple folds of her dress down even more, her heavy globes giving a slight jiggle as they verged on spilling over. "Looks like mother dearest took more than her fair share, but no matter. We have more than a replacement, we have the future." She gestured to the doorway, more radiant light shone through, but then I saw some movement.

I clenched my hands in fear as I strained to get a closer look. The light seemed to move behind...someone. And then it all became clear. "You...you captured an angel?" The creature was the very image of majesty, her hair falling down her shoulders like molten gold, highlighting the generous swells and valleys of her ultra feminine form.

"Not just any angel...Sons of God and Sons of Adam are blessed...or more rightly, cursed, to be unable to receive our blessing without dying..." Oh shit. This wasn't going to end well. "His female creations on the other hand...are far more susceptible and accepting of our dark embrace."

The angel had bright blue eyes, her wings replete with stark white feathers, her skin as white as virgin snow, almost painful to look upon. Even in sadness she looked heavenly, her tears ran like rivers of crystal, down her rosy cheeks and into the healthy expanse of her bounteous breasts. The valley of her cleavage rose and fell to the rhythm of her musical sobs, her ivory mounds beginning to moisten under her pure tears, glistening as if showered with fresh spring rains.

Lisa's voice broke me out of my admiration of such divinity. "Imagine...such purity, repurposed to our cause. Soon she will not be sending souls of the innocent into the wombs of the Lilim, but rather the souls of the Lilim into the wombs of the innocent!"

Holy shit. That explains why the angel was so beautiful, so impossibly female in her form. The Angel of Conception. "That's...Lailah!?"

Lisa nodded. "The one and only. The Most High was wise to make only one of his angels female, if only he had given her better protectors..." If only the poor girl was never created in the first place or if only Lisa wasn't such an evil bitch. I could only imagine the ordeal Lailah was going through right now. "When she is ours, we will spread globally, millions of unsuspecting women will birth Lilith's daughters and when creation is undone...it will not be to pestilence, war, famine or death...but lust, endless lust!"

One final succubus entered the room. She stretched out her arms and legs, bouncing about as if she was about to run a marathon. When she turned around, I did a double take, and then a triple take. It was Katie. She ran her fingers down the abundant swells of Lailah's chest, gently squeezing and sinking her fingers into her soft mounds, before sliding her hands down her flared hips and groping up her inner thighs.

I watched as Katie moaned suggestively, relishing the perverse feel of letting her demonic tail slide out from under her spine, letting her sinuous length twist and writhe between her lush ass cheeks, before teasing and stroking the dainty legs of the angel, drawing out the build-up before her fateful plunge as much as possible. It seemed Katie was going to earn her wings by corrupting an angel, who must have been worth at least a thousand mortal women.

"Perhaps when she is done, we will celebrate by feeding her your soul." said Lisa, looking on admiringly as Katie licked up and down Lailah's elegant neck, groping the angel's rounded bottom with sinful relish. "In fact that is what we will do." She looked back to me, noticing my despondent expression. "Oh stop it, you will love it, Mr. Just-kill-me! There are worse ways to go than with an angel..."

That's true, ever since I got here all I looked forward to was death. But now, even with a chance of momentary escape, I wanted to live. I looked across the room to Primaphela, trying to use the weird little thing she put in my tongue.

"You hear all that?" She nodded. "Look lady if you ever want a chance of taking a bite out of my soul, today is the fuckin day! Do whatever you're gonna do, save the angel, eat some hearts, do something!"

Her voice raced back into my mind like a crowbar to my head. "You do not tell me what to do mortal! We do this my way!"

Great. I slunk back into the pillows as a scene of debauchery and tragedy began to unfold. Lailah stood on her tip toes, pushing herself back as much as possible as Katie's tail inched and slithered along her inner thigh, pointing unerringly at her vulnerable slit, eager to bring another innocent into darkness.

I prayed Primaphela would do something. I prayed for anything.

I had already seen too many angels fall.