CYOA - Succubus Inquisition Encounter 03

The dark unknown

Athanatos stood in the hallway staring into the black abyss, feeling agitated and unsure of himself. Anything could be down that dark hallway, or nothing at all, simply a wall the torches didn't reach. Knowing Meridiana though, it wouldn't be nothing.

All that mattered to him right then was escaping. He had to get out and return to his body before he lost himself to the succubus. He didn't want to think about what the necromancer Lena might be doing with his body.

That clever woman had been much more powerful than Athan had anticipated. He felt his body react as he recalled her see-through black gown that left little to the imagination. With her pale marble like skin and silky smooth, long black hair.

The monk had to take a deep breath and center his thoughts. This was the main reason the succubus could win so easily. No mortal man could truly resist her charms. Or even those of her creations, daughters as she called them. His world was destined to lose without help.

Dragus would have been that help. Sadly, the mighty dragon--last of his kind--didn't survive to see Meridiana's banishment. Athan wished he could speak to the wise being now. He really could use some advice.

While he couldn't remember how many times he had woken up in that damn bed. He knew it had to be multiple times. The urges were already becoming difficult to suppress. Just remembering how the necromancer looked had made him want to reach down and stroke himself.

Well, he couldn't stand there forever. Time to make his move.

He took another deep breath and concentrated. The pitch-black hallway lit with a green glow as he eyes started to glow. Athan always liked the feeling as his eyes took on a smokey appearance. It felt powerful, and draconic.

Thinking of Dragus and his brilliant golden bronze scales always calmed him down. The simple knowledge that his powers hadn't been demonic in nature gave him purpose. For so many years he had thought otherwise. Truly believing that he was cursed or damned. Rather, he was blessed by a being of noble birth. The last dragon in their world. A guardian against demonic beings. The dragon had told him that humanity had hunted and wiped out his kind long ago, forcing him to go into hiding.

That's why the demons had been able to get a foothold in their world again. Because of humanity's stupidity, fearing what they didn't understand. Instead of attempting to understand, they just killed the dragons.

Athanatos was determined to make it, escape and prove worthy of his gift.

No matter how unlikely it seemed to be. For as long as he had his mind; his body's surrender could never be final. He would make mistakes but if he kept strong, he would persevere.

[[Into the dark]]

Into the dark

Powerful waves of lust washed over him as he took that first step into the dark. The hallway wasn't just unlit, its walls and floor were black. He stepped on cold rock, unlike the stone floor behind him. His breath caught in his throat as he recognized its touch.

Obsidian lava rock. The same Meridiana's tower had been built out of. A wave of dread filled his heart as he recalled all the previous encounters with its like.

The first experience with the obsidian would have been utterly disastrous without Bree's help. She had once been a simple barmaid, less innocent than she appeared, but otherwise human and normal. The succubus took advantage of her lust for Athan's mentor. In turn the barmaid had been Meridiana's first converted human, becoming the demon's first daughter.

A human woman converted into a monster. Well, she didn't look like a monster, none of them really did. They were all unnaturally beautiful and more human than not. Bree took on features of a fox. Orange and black fluffy ears and tails. Later her skin would grow fine hairs. But otherwise, her appearance remained human.

With Bree's strong will they had managed to survival their first experience with the obsidian tower's twisted assaults on their minds. Athanatos had quite a few dealings with Meridiana's spawn at that time but nothing had prepared them for the tower's powerful magics.

Then there was the second time he entered the tower against his better judgement. Bree had been there again but not in reality. The tower learned and evolved, creating her imagine within its glassy reflective rock. The creation had been like the goo-girls he had heard others talk about.

He really shouldn't be thinking of Bree right now as he walked slowly down the hallway. The obsidian just reminded him of those two past encounters. If he wasn't careful, it would know his thoughts and use them against him.

Demonic energy hit his body in waves. Each one stealing his breath away and distracting his mind. He really wished he had some clothing or at the very least pants. It felt like his dick was always leading the way.

Faint voices met his ears, but he knew better than to think they were real. The voices had an undertone that whispered promises of pleasure far greater than any he had ever felt. Quite a big promise considering all the pleasure he'd already experienced thus far.

He had to keep moving. He didn't have time to doubt himself. He needed to be strong and resist. With a deep breath he steeled his resolve even as the air brought slight tingles along with it, spreading throughout his veins.

Each step became harder than the last. His mind raced all over the place. No one image stayed long enough for him to even consciously see it. The wall's pulsing matched his heartbeat in quick pulses, never wavering.

The voices weren't even coherent. He felt their echo vibrating against his mind but couldn't understand or comprehend them. So, he just kept walking, eyes getting heavy.

Sleepy...so sleepy, just can't keep his eyes open. They were dropping, each blink lasting longer than the last. Even his night vision became to flicker. It's so easy to drop, easy to sleep.

Athanatos [[closes his eyes]] and relaxes. Just for a moment... or he manages to gather his wits and [[snaps out of it]]

Snaps out of it

Athanatos shook his head, grogginess overwhelming him momentarily. What just happened? One second, he was forcing himself to resist and keep walking. The next? He felt himself falling down a great abyss.

He didn't know how he woke up but thankful that he did. Who knew what would be at the bottom of that tempting rabbit hole?

One of the voices he had heard before spoke more clearly now. Even though he knew better he unconsciously strained to hear the words.

"<I>Good boy</I>, wide awake, ready to carry on. Ignore the pulsing temptations."

That voice sounded so familiar, but he couldn't place it. It was feminine and slightly dumb, like a bimbo? Did he know any bimbos? Not that he could recall. Well... there was Lexi, the blue eyed blond, but that wasn't her voice, thankfully. He really didn't need to be thinking about waking up in that bed again.

So, he did the only thing he could think of. He kept on walking, more alert, and awake. The obsidian walls weren't affecting him for some reason. Even though he still felt the pulses humming in his veins. It was like he was tuning them out somehow.

Had be been hypnotized just then before he woke up?

Nothing phased him any longer. Not the pulses, nor the seductive images flashing in his mind. He just kept on walking.

What felt like an hour or so later he came to a wider vestibule of sorts. He could plainly see the door on the opposite wall. But he paused, sensing a trap. Warning bells were going off in his head. He couldn't see the vestibule's walls. It felt like a trap. One he really shouldn't simply stroll into.

Athan took another few steps and poked his head in. The walls weren't that far off from the hallway. The right side was empty besides a slightly raised, circular stand. It looked like a statue once stood there.

On the other side... his heart sank. On the left side was the same raised platform. Only a statue did rest upon it. And not any statue... an obsidian likeness of Bree the kitsune. She stood, feet shoulder length apart. Standing straight with her hands pressed together in front of her chest. Her tail was connected to the wall.

Athan gulped as he stood there feeling uneasy. It most certainly was a trap. Surprisingly though, the statue didn't move as he slowly entered the room. He moved as silently as he could towards the door, holding his breath, heart pounding in his ears.

Without ever making a sound he wrapped his fingers around the handle and... <b>click</b> ...

The sound echoed throughout the small room and the door wouldn't budge when he tried to pull or push. Fear made him forget to breathe, feeling like he'd been discovered he turned slowly to look at the statue.

It remained unmoving. So, he let out a sigh and jumped when the statue spoke suddenly with a monotone voice.

"The way is shut. It will remain so until the two stand in unison."

Athan waited for the statue to jump him but it remained still. He looked at the empty stand. 'Until the two stand in unison' but there wasn't another statue! Did he have to find it? What if he stood there? Would the door open or lock again once he moved? Oh, he hates puzzles, he really did.

There had to be another way passed. He looked around but there were no air shafts, no windows. The walls and floor were solid obsidian rock. The elaborately locked door was the only way out. Unless he turned back? Maybe he had missed a statue on the way here? It had been a long walk and he was sure he blacked out for part of it.

His options were limited it would seem. Either [[turn back]] or [[mimic the statue.]]

Turn back

Clearly, he had taken the wrong turn. The lit door at the other end of the hall must have been the correct path. He couldn't remember if he tried that route yet. Did he?

Things were getting really confusing! Athan didn't like it, he wanted out damn it!

Athanatos walked steadily through the obsidian hallway without a second thought. He still felt immune to the lava rock's pulses of demonic energy. He just had to keep an eye out for a statue while he searched other paths.

Soon he'd [[stand back in the hallway.]]

Mimic the statue

Athan took a deep breath. Maybe he was wrong and standing there would simply unlock the door and remain unlocked. Or even better, open for him.

With a tentative step he placed himself on the platform. He turned around and stood with his feet shoulder length apart, hands together at his chest. It felt like he was praying to the demoness. His lower brain twitched at the thought.

<b>Click</b>

The locking mechanism changed and Athan jumped down to grab the door handle. Just as it locked again with another loud, echoing click.

"Damn it! How else am going to open the door?"

Once again, the statue spoke with an uncanny, monotone voice. "The way is shut. It will remain so until the two stand in unison."

"Yeah, I heard you the first time." He said angrily as he quickly returned to the platform with a huff. "Stupid unnatural games."

<b>Click</b>

"So, now what huh? If I can't move to open the door, how am I going to move on?"

"You don't want to move on."

"Yes, yes I do. I have to escape, before..."

"Why would you want to escape?" The statue tilted her head and the door locked again. Without thinking Athan tilted his head to keep the door unlocked.

<b>Click</b>

"You like it here. We feel your pleasure. Oh, what pleasure you've had already. Why would you ever want to leave that?"

He fought against a wave of calmness. She was trying to... trying to... her hands lowered to her waist and Athan's followed. The door never locked this time. His hands bumped into something hard, but he couldn't think about it, he had to follow the statue of Bree.

The monk was struggling to figure out what the game was. He couldn't leave, not on his own. What if?

"Can you step off the platform?"

"Now wouldn't that be too easy?" She replied with a smirk. Her fingers wrapping around air. Athan grunted but wasn't sure why. He felt lightheaded and couldn't move unless she did. He had to keep the door unlocked until he figured out how to handle the situation.

Her hand moved out, and back towards her body. The following sensation Athan felt almost woke him up. Only determination kept him concentrated on the obsidian Bree.

<I>Cough</I>, "ain't this embarrassing? Like you're totally getting hypnotized by a statue right now? After I totally helped you out in the tunnel?"

[[Turn towards the voice]]

[[Keep focused]] the door is unlocked after all.

Turn towards the voice

Athan blinked and turned his head. The grogginess wore off as his hand ceased its movement. A gorgeous grey skinned woman no more than 5-foot-tall stood in the entranceway.

She regarded him with a playful smile, tossing her long purple hair behind a pointed ear with a flick of her neck. Her eyes made him feel dizzy. He couldn't tell what color they were as they appeared to be every color all at once, always moving, swirling. Athan's head dropped before he caught himself with a sudden start. Unlike a succubus, she had smaller horns and miniature looking wings. Her tail didn't have the spade tip or a sharp edge, just a simple tail.

"Have we met?"

"Duh, like you said you'd tell me what your mistress is up too."

"When? And she is <b>not</b> my mistress," he replied angrily, face turning red. To which she simply giggled, revealing sharp dagger like teeth.

"Still resisting? You're so brave," she said dotingly, suddenly appearing smitten with him. "Is her play here really just trying to break your spirit?"

"Just about, yeah," he replied, "and your game?"

"Oh, I just have to report on her activities. I've decided though that I like want to help you escape."

"Why would you want to help me?" It sounded like a clever trap laid by Meridiana. She didn't look too bright though. Maybe she was actually telling the truth.

"Because silly, I told you I don't work for her."

"Right... you work for who again?"

"Oh," she giggled, pressing her chest together between her arms. "I doubt you remember her. You met my mistress many years ago according to her." Then she mumbled under her breath. "She got really excited when I described you to her, said you were very tasty."

He was too busy admiring her low-cut sleeveless top. Athan always considered himself an ass man, but these women... oh they always had some mouth-watering cleavage on display. But then her words filtered through the haze and he looked up at her confused. "I don't know what you're talking about. Anyways, how will you help me again?"

"Easy, you'll like pose me to unlock that door," she said gleefully, hopping, distracting him with her bouncing betties.

"Pose you? Why can't you pose yourself?"

"Oh my gosh, haven't you been paying attention? If you mimic, her yourself it's totally hypnotizing..."

"Right," he nodded, that actually made sense. It had felt strange the way his body started moving on its own.

Athan hopped down from the platform and heard a sigh from the statue along with that annoyingly loud clicking as the door locked. He turned and watched as she returned to her former stance. Hands placed together between her luscious breasts.

Forbidden desire filled his heart as he looked at Bree's likeness. The obsidian always knew his deepest fantasies. One he'd never act on in real life. Bree was a courageous woman. He admired her, but she loved his mentor, Yshomatsu. For that reason alone, he'd never make a move on her. Out of respect for both of them actually.

"Ok, come here, umm... what's your name again?"

"Cliarju sweetheart, my name is Cliarju," she said with a smile, taking his hand as he helped her climb onto the platform. Her warm skin sent chills down his spine. Right, she was a demon. He had to remember that.

"This place has been playing tricks on me. I'm sorry I can't seem to remember meeting you." It was all fuzzy. Like their first meeting was behind a blurred screen. He vaguely remembered but the details just were slipping out of his grasp.

She spun around on her heels, her frilly skirt fanning out, revealing the curve of her tight ass. Her tail rubbed against his thigh for a second as she giggled. The imp looked down at him with a friendly grin, their eyes locked together.

Athan felt his mind go numb watching her iris' swirl in a whirlpool of colors. She hummed as she touched his cheeks with both hands.

"Focus hunny," she said all sweet like. He shook his head, clearing the fog.

"Right, ha-have to like pose you." He started at her incredibly, not believing what he had just said.

"Mhmm, just like the beautiful statue. Just don't get carried away, she'll like totally try to trick you."

He nodded, watch out for tricks, right. He reached down and scratched an itch. It sure was difficult to focus standing between two gorgeous women. At least the imp was clothed, even if they left little to the imagination.

He quickly looked over his shoulder. The statue was in her natural stance. That was easy enough. The monk turned forward and slid his hands over the imp's smooth calfs, spreading her legs shoulder length apart. Then he took her hands as she gave him a light squeeze. He couldn't help but smile at her, feeling his cheeks flush as he placed her hands together between her large... umm, breasts.

The back of his hand came in contact with her bountiful cleavage. His breath caught in his throat as he felt a twitch down below. Athan gulped as his dick rubbed against her leg. He had to focus damn it. Stop thinking of how warm she felt.

"Oh, that's nice," the imp cooed, making him blush. The door clicked as it unlocked but it didn't last long. He barely made it halfway to the door before it locked again.

Well shit. This wasn't going to work at all. The statue kept moving and had to be mimicked to keep the door unlocked.

"How will this work if I have to keep moving you to match the statue?" He asked, scratching his bald head.

"Mmm, I hadn't thought of that. Maybe you should just like fuck her so she's too exhausted to move?"

He looked at the imp, jaw slacked. Clearly, she was joking, right? He turned to the statue and it was looking at him expectantly. He felt his heart flutter. The imagine of him thrusting into Bree flashed and he groaned. That was not ok!

"I'm not sure about that," he said softly. "Maybe there's a sequence she has to do, like a lock combination or something."

"Oh, you are like so much smarter than me," Cliarju said with a gasp, as if she got off on it, keeping her eyes closed even as her cheeks turned a darker shade of gray.

The statue looked disappointed as she pouted, giving him kitten eyes. He could feel his body's desire to attempt the first option. To walk up and kiss her, caress her starting with her cheeks, down her shoulders...

It couldn't hurt to try, right? He couldn't take his eyes off the spitting image of Bree. She reached a hand out towards him. He felt compelled to walk over and accept it.

[[Take her hand]] or [[Pose the Imp]]

Take her hand

The glassy obsidian hands looked so inviting. What harm could it bring to slip his hand into hers and embrace her? All he had to do was exhaust her. No tricks or games.

Her hand gave him chills as their fingers intertwined together. She pulled him onto her platform with ease. Their lips meeting with a fiery passion, tongues dancing.

He heard a squeal from behind him. "Oh, that is so totally hot!" Apparently, the imp had peeked.