Succubus Inquisition Ch. 02

Amber's moans vocalized her desperation each time his steel member filled her to the core. The succubus' body was driving her crazy, beyond parched. In an effort to regain control of herself she came up with an idea. The demoness scrunched her eyes shut and stopped moving, clenching every muscle in her body.

It was much harder to do than it sounds, her nether lips were spazzing, milking his cock without any conscious help. Her helpless hypnotized sex toy was in a daze until she stopped. He looked down and admired the way her lips quivered around his base, his head cocked to the side. It took a moment to register what had happened and another before his own body wanted more.

The footman's hands tightened their grip and pulled her closer. The last inch slid further into her hot furnace, pressing his pelvic bone against her warm skin. She was covered in a slick layer of sweat and she gasped, attempting to remain still, her thirst threatening to overwhelm her. A losing battle once Plymouth pulled back agonizingly slow until her nether lips massaged his tip.

He shuddered in anticipation for a split second before pulling her hips back hard. He caught her by surprise and her hands slipped out from under her and she remained with her face planted upon the ground as her body shook in a shattering orgasm. She reached back and strummed her clit in quick circles as Plymouth held on for dear life.

Slight tremors ran along his cock and he began to panic. She hadn't given him permission yet, gritting his teeth attempting to hold it back. And to his surprise he survived the relentless, glorious massage. After he knew he had survived he began to fuck her in a rhythm as she continued to strum her clit, eyes still clamped shut tightly.

"Ohhh, please, please, please..."

Plymouth could barely hear her whimpering through the pounding heart beat in his ears. The unspecified pledging nonetheless sunk into his subconscious mind and he took it as permission. No longer holding back, giving himself fully to her body with all his strength. Thrust after thrust, he pounded into the new born succubus' tight snatch. His grunts and groans joined her whimpering as she remained there on her knees with her face planted on the floor.

The man closed his eyes, enjoying everything as he let it all send him over the edge. The footman held his breath until he exploded, screaming out as his body tensed up, flooding her womb with his hot seed.

"Grr!" Amber howled out in frustration even in the aftermath of her own shattering orgasm. It had been yet another unfulfilled meal, accomplishing nothing. She couldn't understand what was going on. It wasn't like she needed to cast a spell, or chant some ancient saying to be fulfilled. Meridiana must have done something to her. That was the only explanation.

Both their souls should be shimmering inside her body, satisfying her thirst and granting her more power. Plymouth remained motionless, having just felt an amazing experience and not understanding how he could have upset her. Her yellow cat-like eyes were mad with rage, completely bloodshot. It sent chills down his spine when she turned her head and locked eyes with him.

Without warning she leap up, spinning around and shoved him onto the ground. Amber slid into his lap, wrapping her arms and legs around him, holding him up in a seated position. He was shell shocked and before he could react to question his new mistress she breathed out a puff of pink mist into his face.

He gasped out, shocked beyond belief, inadvertently taking a deep inhale of the stuff. His pupils dilated instantly and his limp dick swelled back into action, pointing straight up. Amber didn't waste any time by lowering herself down to press her sore nether lips against him. With the help of gravity she slowly accepted his granite cock into herself.

Plymouth's wounds weren't nearly as bad as Blake's were, and as such he could keep going for hours. The spell she practically spit into his face would see to that. All rational thought was replaced by her thirst. She was beyond determined. It was more like desperation now as she bucked her hips. She attacked his face with a flurry of kisses before shoving her tongue into his mouth.

The spell that filled his body overwhelmed his senses and before long it filled his heart with a burning desire to spill more of his seed. He began to meet her grinding with his own. And whereas before she had been attacking a stunned face, now he actively fought back. Their tongues went to war from within one mouth to the next.

"I need it... STOP teasing me!" She growled between kisses, displaying her impatience by biting down on his lower lip.

If it wasn't for the spell he had inhaled the pain would have made him shove her off. But it was too late for that. He was as much a slave to his need to blow his load as she was in need of his soul. Her nails sank into his back as her ankles locked together around his waist.

He was going to give everything he had to give to her, whether he liked it or not. He felt it coming and urgently pulled her body down, before long they were both moaning heavily into each other's mouths. Spurt after spurt filled her eager nether furnace but he was far from finished, the spell taking full effect, and kept his drive inhumanly alive and swollen.

His ass cheeks hurt from this position. It felt like he was being driven into the ground. In an effort to change things up he began to rise to his feet. Amber was too far gone to notice anything and kept aggressively grinding her hungry snatch into his pelvic bone. His attempt faltered as he lost balance and fell down onto one knee, leaning too far forward.

Her relentless grinding didn't help him regain his balance and they fell again, this time slamming Amber hard onto the ground with a loud bang. The new born succubus was stunned and lost her grip, laying there like a freshly fucked bar wench.

Spell bound Plymouth took the opportunity to take control and propped himself up by placing his hands on the ground on either side of her, with powerful downward thrusts, in an attempt to repay her relentless grinding. He kept it going until she began to come to.

A breathless gasp escaped her mouth each time he filled her to the core and she locked gaze with him. A wicked grin formed on her lips as she slapped his ass with both hands, one hand on each cheek, and preceded to squeeze. One hand running along his back, over the many deep scratches to his neck. Without speaking she tightened her grip and rolled to the side, taking him with her, pinning him down under her.

Now she is once again on top. The long session was taking a toll on the footman's body. The spell was wearing off. It felt like his insides were burning up, tearing loose to be sucked up into her hungry womb along with his seed. Even though he was under her spell, the thought off his imminent death weighed heavily on his conscious.

Plymouth grabbed onto his hips and tried to get the demoness to at the very least slow down. But she wasn't having any of that, tightly grabbing hold of his wrists and pulling. She pinned his hands to the ground above his head. She resumed rocking her hips painfully hard and fast, the thirst driving her insane. Both of them were covered in sweat and her hair hung down, sticking to her face. Amber whipped her head back, hair flying around to land with a wet slap upon her back.

At the same moment as if that loud slap signaled his end his body tensed up and he screamed it in pleasure at the top of his lungs.

******

Sounds of moaning came to a rest within the cave. Athanatos laid upon the ground gasping for breath. He had just had the most terrifying yet most enjoyable moment of his life. His life's energy had been consumed by the demon. He was dying, his body nothing more than a dried up husk.

Completely pleased with herself, the ash grey demon stretched out her arms, wings extending outward along with her arms. She was free at last. Nothing in this pathetic world would get in her way.

She had plans to make, but first she sensed another male nearby. She could afford another snack. As she made her way to the other sleeping man a sound off in the distance distracted her thoughts.

A low rumble, almost like a growl came from the depths of the cave.

It reminded her of a long time ago, when the demons had a foothold on this world and enslaved mankind, and everything was perfect. The world was being recreated in their image. They ruled over all, rather than served masters of their own. That was, until giant beasts were sighted. These beasts were reptilian in nature but extremely oversized. They had an appetite for demons and hunted them all, until there were no more demons left. Yet the demons were never truly killed. When killed on this plane their spirits returned home to their dimension.

Then the funniest thing happened. The very humans the demons had enslaved--- now free--- hunted the beats, until they too vanished from the world, into legend and myth. They were all dead, she had nothing to fear.

There was a distant memory within every demon, deep down in their core. Every demon feared the beasts, and that rumble put her on high alert. It was most likely nothing, but she had lost her appetite. There was no way for her to know where the beasts had come from, or if they were really gone.

A rock formation twenty feet away in the cavern wall caught her attention. In the dark, it looked like a monster's face, with sharp pointed teeth and rough scaled skin. However the more she stared at it the more she realized it was just her mind playing tricks on her. The demon reminded herself that she was a powerful woman that easily took everything she desired in life. With that thought her confidence was reassured, turning to once again look upon the sleeping man.

The second she had turned around, a few rocks fell to the ground behind her. The echoing was joined by a sound of something shifting around. The ash skinned girl gave a start and spun around. Nothing had changed, the cave was still empty and the rock formation was still ten feet away. Must have been a rodent or gravity. She shrugged it off and continued over to the tasty morsel. The hair on the back of her neck stood up. Something wasn't right. Wasn't that formation further back? Eyes opened wide in panic, she turned around as a shadow fell over her.

The cavern wall stretched out right behind her, not five feet away. No that wasn't the wall, scaled skin moved as rocks fell all around it. The rock formation had come to life! Reacting on instinct, she raised a magical shield around herself just as a wall of fire descended upon her. A moment earlier and she would have been cooked.

As the fire cleared she saw open jaws with razor sharp teeth wet and dripping. The beasts of old weren't fairy tales, after all. Deep down she had always known the stories were true, yet never having seen one herself made it difficult. She sent a few bolts of energy at it and was shocked to see them bounce off the scales and head back towards her. The demon leaped out of the way, the bolts exploded right where she had been.

Somersaulting back onto her feet the demoness turned back towards the enormous beast, only to have a leathery wing three times the size of her own slam into her body. The appendage seemed to wrap around her. Rather than slam her to the ground it pulled her closer to the animal.

To her dismay her vision filled with the jaws of death, quickly as a last resort she out stretched her arms and legs. With her limbs fully extended, joints locked, her stomach lurched at the feeling of the beast's gums. She had braced herself inside the jaws, sharp teeth all around her.

Panic filled her heart as her whole body shook in fear. Sweat poured down her brow, burning her eyes. One minute she was on top of the world and the next she was struggling for her very life in the jaws of a beast she never thought she'd see in her life time. The jaws were biting down. She pushed back with all her might. The muscles in her body burned and threatened to give out on her. Its tongue wiggled around, savoring the taste of its meal.

In a last ditch effort to survive she screamed and unleashed a torrent of demonic energy. Wave after wave of purple demonic bolts shot out of her body, striking the oversized lizard repeatedly. The animal growled and roared as the bolts hit every inch of its mouth but instead of releasing its hold, it bit down twice as hard. The sexy demoness that tempted mankind didn't stand a chance against this creature. She felt her tired, burning limbs give out long before they did.

She let loose one last cry, as she thought about all the things she almost had a chance to do, tears joined the sweat that ran down her smooth skin. She had come so close. The jaws of death clamped down, before long only a beam of light entered it's maw as she was forced to hunch over, desperately trying to avoid her untimely demise. The beast rumbled again, as if laughing at her futile attempt to keep his jaws open.

The oversized lizard tilted its head back, opened its jaw before clamping back down. What little resistance the demoness had left was quickly wiped out. Caught off guard by the maneuver, the beast enjoyed the taste of an easy victory. Satisfied, the beast began to back up, returning to the shadows that masked its bulky body, head angled to the side as it regarded the dying monk upon the ground, sniffing the air.

A throaty grumble came from deep in its mouth, laughing as if the animal could sense that the monks didn't summon the demon, rather had fought those that did. The grumble continued as if it was attempting to find its long forgotten voice. Either that or the demoness was stuck in its throat.

All the while Athan's body was dying, but his spirit from the future had seen it all. Confused and utterly surprised, he didn't know what to make of the cavern wall that came to life. All he could make out from this angle was a scaly neck that ended with an elongated snout, lined with teeth and a wicked smile, if a lizard could smile. At one point he swore he saw a wing, which would mean this thing was a... Dragon! He couldn't believe dragons were real. This had to be the demon girl's spell work, there's no way this is really what happened.

After the monster devoured the temptress it turned its head and looked at him. Athan knew it wasn't real because how could a dragon that doesn't exist eat him if he still lived after this event in time. Then the unimaginable happened, the oversized lizard with wings spoke, or rather shouted in a deep male voice.

"Foolissh mortalss, fighting forcess beyond their comprehenssion." The dragon stared at Athanatos' emaciated body that gasped for breath, and his wicked smile widened. "Sso, mortalss you'll no longer be, if join the never ending war againsst evil, you wissh to do... Then fight it you sshall."

The dragon inhaled a deep breath, and let it out, a misty breath exhaled from his open maw and washed over both monks. Upon contact their bodies began to convulse, shaking wildly. Before long their bodies calmed down and the dragon looked pleased.

"We will meet again, young oness, I'm ssure." And with that said, he backed up, and vanished into the shadows once again, as if he had never been there.

Athan was shocked beyond belief! Could this be real? Did this really happen, and if so, it explained so much. He felt his old body inflate as if life had been returned to it. Darkness overwhelmed him, but rather than feel the dread of his unfortunate death, he felt relief.

He woke with a start, feeling a warm comfortable bed underneath him rather than a cold cavern floor. New found knowledge shined in his eyes. He had the power to resist the demoness' temptations. A smile spread across his lips. It would seem he'd never escape the role of student. There was still so much he had to learn.