Succubus Inquisition Ch. 09

Roberts stood there shackled, panting, trying to recover from the sudden, and powerful climax. He had known he had been in over his head but he didn't expect himself to crack that easily. Regardless now he had a moment of post-orgasmic clarity. He watched the kitsune sitting on her ass as she rubbed at her neck. The trace like look she had earlier was gone. Now she stared daggers at the stunning woman walking towards him.

His arm fell, shocking him back to reality. The warmth of the seductress returned as she pressed herself against his body after releasing his binds. Her hot breath met his ear before she spoke in the most alluring, seductive voice. "Why don't you follow me into the bedroom?"

His body shivered and it took a moment to realize they were walking. What the fuck just happened? He thought to himself, trying to stop his legs. Her warm body felt great though, why would he worry? His conscious mind could tell she was still whispering into his ear but he couldn't make out the words. He only knew that his body was reacting to them, compelling him to follow and obey her.

That thought sent a new thrill right between his legs.

"Come pet, I might let you have a taste after all, if you're good." Nes tugged on the leash again causing Bree to groan before crawling after them.

~*~

Lee felt himself floating on fluffy clouds during a violent storm. His entire body ached with overwhelming bliss. He couldn't remember how he got to the heavens but he never wanted to leave.

Moisture splashed against his face as he heard a muffled scream. Then light blinded him as his fluffy clouds started to move. The captain of the guard blinded to clear his vision when he realized the dark sky had actually been two thick thighs. And the clouds were her fluffy tails. Lee licked his lips, savoring the Kitsune's divine taste while chuckling to himself. He must have passed out for a moment there, waking disoriented.

Bree sat off to the side with a pleasant sigh while still looking confused and out of place. Her expression gave Lee pause. He could understand why people got addicted to places like these but she didn't look like she belonged. It clearly wasn't a submissive kink with the collar and leash.

He groaned as the thick red-skinned ass bounced on his lap, slapping against his hips. And now he knew why his body felt to good. In an instant he brought his hands up to slap against that ass. The demon-like creature had her back turned, hands holding his ankles as she bounced upon him like a mad woman. He could feel his mind clouding over again.

How long had he been here? Did his backup ever arrive? Lee glanced over at the Kitsune one more time as she tugged at the collar. He might not have put up a good fight but he could still do some good before falling back under the lustful spell he felt overtaking his body.

The captain reached over and pulled the leash lightly, watching as she rolled her eyes. Thankfully she didn't resist and allowed him to pull her towards him. She leaned forward from her seated position and fall upon his chest, looking into his eyes with her bright orbs. Lee kissed her cheek, glancing back at the red woman just to make sure she wasn't watching. Then his hand holding the leash trailed upwards, sliding along the collar.

The Kitsune's eyes went wide as she felt the collar slip free. Then her expression shifted to confusion like she didn't know where she was. So Lee cupped the back of her neck and pulled her closer, whispering into her ear, "run..."

He gave her a light push before sitting up, bringing both hands to the red-skinned woman's hips and sliding them up her body. Nes gave an encouraging moan as his hands came around to squeeze her firm breasts. A part of him knew he should be fighting to stop the woman but he couldn't help it. The pleasure was that good that he would soon be willing to give up everything just for another taste of the pleasure. And that's why he did the one thing he could do, distract the woman, by giving in.

Lee pushed her forward and rose to his knees, thrusting and making her scream. "Yes! Fuck me from behind!" She cried out, her entire body quivered in climax. When her inner walls squeezed him he almost lost control, slapping her ass again. Her tail shot up and wrapped around his throat, adding just the right amount of pain and loss of air to heighten his pleasure. He gasped and felt the edge he wasn't holding back break. His back arched -- which tightened her tail -- as he screamed, feeling the dam burst and his climax exploded from his body. Lights danced before his eyes as things started to go black once again.

"I'm going to really enjoy breaking you in." The sexiest voice he ever heard purred from the bed beneath him. By the time his climax ended he passed out, falling back until her tail held him with his arms hanging limply at his sides.

~*~

Bree floated free from a thick fog. Everything felt wrong and when her vision cleared she started down at a strange man that had just kissed her cheek. She didn't know him or the bed she was on. Her neck felt strange almost as if something had been constricting it. She absentmindedly rubbed at her neck while trying to catch her bearings.

Where was she? The last thing she remembered was being in a room surrounded by gorgeous red-skinned women. The monastery! She visited a city hoping to find a lead on her lost love. It was all coming back to her when the man's large hand slid inter her hair, around her neck. He pulled her closer and whispered one word into her ear.

"Run..."

His voice sounded strained, like he was holding back from something. That's when she noticed the bed bouncing. She glanced down the strong man's body and her breath caught in her throat. Neshis was fucking the man like her life depended on it. Riding him so fast her tight, sexy ass was a blur to Bree's eyes.

It all happened so fast. The man had whispered into her ear and then sat upright. Bree's cheeks flushed as she watched his muscles flex with his movements. She felt a tingle between her legs as she watched him get more involved with Nes. Why would he tell her to run only to give in to the woman himself?

Their moans were starting to get to her and each breath she took made her feel more fuzzy. He just sacrificed himself for her and she just sat there watching! Even with her mind screaming at her Bree couldn't stop from looking down. There was a familiar strap of leather with a leash laying next to her. Her body quivered as she imagined putting it on and she bit her lower lip to stifle the moan building deep in her chest.

Put it on... a strange inner voice purred at her. Bree reached out and ran her fingers over the cold collar and felt a thrilling chill run down her spine. Images of submitting to lust sprites flooded her mind making her squeeze her thighs together.

Coming to this place had been a mistake. The succubus's corruption was spreading all over the world and all the resistance's efforts were in vain it would seem. Bree knew she had to ignore those inner voices seducing her. She had just been given an exit and she's be a fool not to take it. She would find no help in these ancient walls. The monk order Yshomatsu belonged to might not be extinct but it was no longer a force standing against corruption.

Bree slid off the bed as quietly as she could. The stranger sacrificed himself for her and she wouldn't waste her chance. Even as she slipped from the room she couldn't help feeling a wave a dread come over her. People kept putting themselves in harms way for her and she couldn't fathom why. She wasn't special in any way. A single tear ran down her cheek when she spared one final glance.

The man had pushed Neshis onto her hands and knees and was plowing into her with long, hard thrusts. Bree gulped and couldn't help imagining that she was in Nes' place. One of her hands started sliding down her slim waist before she caught herself. She really had to move on before she was caught or gave in once again. The strong lustful aroma Nes gave off played with Bree's mind and she didn't know how long she could last breathing it in.

~*~

Nes finally recovered, releasing the passed out captain from her tail's grasp. She giggled as he plopped down onto the mattress, snoring heavily. And that's when she noticed the collar and leash laying next to his body. She looked around and couldn't believe her eyes. That little brat some how got free!

"Ladies!" She screamed at the top of her lungs, sending out a distress signal. The leather belt wrapped around her neck sparked painfully from the act. She screamed again but this time from horrible pain. She doubled over onto the bed, scratching at the belt which only caused the belt to spark more.

Before long she curled up into a fetal position, rocking and moaning. The belt couldn't completely control her but it's defenses we're getting more powerful. Never before had the shocks hurt so much.

The doors burst open and several lust sprites strolled into the room panicking. "Mistress? We felt your pain," one of them said. When they saw Nes on the mattress crying they rushed over to her side.

Then more screams were heard coming from outside the room along with loud banging. Lee chuckled unconsciously even as his dreams were filled with lustful images. Somehow his mind knew his backup had finally arrived. The lust sprites looked between the unconscious man and their mistress curled up in a fetal position, unsure how to proceed.

"More guards are here, they're breaking down the doors!" Another lust sprite called out, rushing into the room.

"We can't wake her, looks like she over did it with the captain."

"Look at her neck!" Blue burn marks were spread out from the belt running up her jaw, cheeks and down her shoulders and chest.

"Chor still hasn't revealed how to remove the troublesome belt?"

"No, but that's why mistress ordered us not to fully corrupt him. Until he gives up the secrets and frees her."

The sprites kept talking amongst themselves as Nes remained curled up between them. The banging continued at a steady pace and they knew they had to take action. Playful grins were shared among all when they decided on what to do without speaking a single word. They were lovers, not fighters after all.

~*~

"One more push lads!" A tall buff man in Knight's armor called out. "Break that door down!"

Jinkins has been smart while gathering men to send to help his captain. He reached out to the castle requesting aid and a lone Knight had answered his call. All the man needed to hear was that Lee Roberts hadn't checked in since rushing to the Monastery alone before he joined the forming group. Because of his rank he took command of the dozen men in guard's uniforms without any complaints from anyone.

"Your captain is inside that building! Put your backs into it!" Duncan O'Neal stood proud and eager. He'd been hearing rumors of missing people in the city for a couple weeks now and was about to get to the bottom of it all. The second he heard about the guard captain rushing off on his own Duncan took action to join the reinforcements, cursing internally at the captain's rash actions.

The large wooden door splintered and blackish red smoke seeped from within. The guards pulled back for another strike with their makeshift battering ram, cracking the door more before pausing. For they had not noticed the smoke the first time, only spotting it as the vapor came from the second crack.

"Why are you stopping? Bring that door down!" Duncan yelled from behind them. When the men didn't respond he pushed in, taking hold and slamming the large battering ram against the solid wood. The door collapsed inward with a loud clash and a thick cloud of blackish red smoke gushed out, enveloping the stunned men.

The Knight held his breath, dropping the siege weapon, and covering his eyes. Feminine giggles could be heard from within the monastery. Their seductive voices were like siren calls to the men as he felt them move past him all at once. Duncan wanted to call out to stop them but he could already feel the strange reddish black smoke tingling on his exposed flesh. He didn't want to know what would happen if he inhaled a lung full.

Seeing no other option he backed away until stepping out of the smoke. He hunched over coughing, gasping for fresh air. None of the guards were with him as he had feared. They had all gone inside like fools.

"Aww one of them doesn't want to play with us." Whined a sexy voice that made his pants suddenly feel tighter. Several move voices laughed at his expense. Duncan's cheeks flushed before he got control of himself.

He paced back and forth with his hand gripping the morning star's hilt on his hip. He wore plate armor that covered his shoulders, down to his hips with mail armor underneath extending a foot further. He had matching vambraces and shinguards. His helmet was the shiniest of all his armor. His most prized piece since the King handed it to him personally. The metal covered everything but a T shape in the front for his eyes. Besides his Morningstar he had a large bastard sword strapped to his back. His favorite weapon out of everything he had trained with. It was perfect for any situation besides close quarters or else he wouldn't have bothered bringing another weapon.

The smoke started to dissipate and part of him wished it hadn't. For he couldn't believe the sight before his eyes. A dozen or so red-skinned women were having an orgy with the guardsmen. All of the men had glossy eyes and distant expressions on their faces, besides their wide smiles. As if they were sleep walking in a sense. Duncan didn't know what to do. He stood there, jaw dropped, and feeling his body react in another way. A certain part of him wanted to rush forward and join the festivities but he was stronger willed than that.

Seeing no other option he pulled the Morningstar from its clip and charged for the closest woman. He didn't know anything about them or where they came from so he flipped his weapon and swung the hilt rather than the spiked ball. He had to get the men back into formation!

A shining blade swung out towards him and in that split second Duncan recognized the blade. A captain's weapon... the Knight pulled his attack and narrowly dodged Lee's weapon. However, it wasn't the caption that stepped out to greet him. Instead, it was a greasy haired man in a black and white suit.

"There'll be no harming the ladies." The man spat at Duncan in a monotone voice. He had the same glossy eyes as the other guardsmen. What kind of creatures were these women?

The Knight stood tall, clasping his Morningstar once again and reaching behind him as he took another step backwards, angling himself away from the offending man. He smiled as the man took the bait and stepped out from the building. The bastard sword came into play with an echoing sound of metal sliding from its sheath.

"Then explain to me what's going on, sir?" He questioned while studying the man's movements. Something about the man was familiar but Duncan couldn't place it.

"The mistress wouldn't like you harming the ladies." He plainly responded. That voice sounded so familiar!

"Do I know you?"

"Perhaps from another life." The man replied cryptically.

Duncan's eyes widened with recognition as it all dawned on him. The King had sent out a search party many months ago and had called on a guide that knew the nearby forest. This man was that guide! "What happened to the search party the King had you lead?" Duncan's voice filled with venom as he switched positions, bringing his sword overhead, ready to strike.

"Oblivion and ecstasy..."

"What?" The reply puzzled the Knight and he almost let his guard down just before the greasy haired man struck, swinging the captain's blade fast. Duncan stepped back with his front foot and brought his sword down. Metal sparked against metal and the other man grunted under the weight of the Knight's much larger weapon. "If you won't give me clear answers I'll just have to meet this mistress of yours!"

The man held on with all his might but his knees buckled before long. He grunted as he fell down onto his knees. Duncan pressed the advantage, pulling his blade back and swinging overhead. At the last possible second he twisted the hilt so the flat of his blade smacked against the man's head. The man's eyes rolled back, his lights going out as he collapsed upon the ground. The stolen weapon of his bounced off to the side.

Now free from distraction Duncan returned his sword to its sheath and pulled the Morningstar loose again. He strolled through the busted door towards the closest woman. Despite all attempts he couldn't help but notice details as he walked forward. Most of the men were on their backs with one or two women riding them, straddling their waists and faces. Others were taking women doggy style, pulling on long hair.

Duncan felt his body react as he unconsciously took a deep breath. His head spun and he almost lost his footing, stumbling against the doorframe. His lungs burned as he felt the world blur for but a second. He blinked rapidly, trying to clear his head to no avail. All the while his body kept reacting to all the sounds around him. The women were putting on a show to entice him, moaning loudly.

A very alluring voice chuckled at his expense and he looked further into the room. Far back where a hallway began he saw the most unnaturally beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. With blood-red skin and shining, ruby eyes giving him the once over, biting her bottom lip. Duncan felt his dick swell painfully and suddenly knew true temptation.

This wasn't a just whore house, there was magic involved, he could taste it on the air. Although it was nothing like the magic the court wizards and sorceresses used. This magic was darker and seductive in a way that boiled one's blood. His body was on overdrive, pumping blood south instead of up to his brain. The room had started to blur until all he could see clearly was that stunning goddess of a woman standing there with her hips cocked to one side, tail swaying behind her. Wait... tail?

He blinked and shook his head. It had to be an illusion. It had to be! Red skin, glowing eyes, and tails? They were demons? But everyone knew demons were myth, right? He stood there feeling his body reacting and still couldn't believe it. The alluring tug on his mind making him want to rush into her embrace. It felt wrong but oh-so good.

Duncan understood why people were going missing. It took all his willpower to pull his gaze off the stunning woman only to see the orgy in a new light. All of the women were staring at him with their glowing eyes as they continued their sexual acts. He gulped and tried to ignore their seductive cat calls. But everywhere he looked he saw more alluring women licking their lips, blowing him kisses, squeezing their breasts, winking at him. Duncan was starting to feel overwhelmed as his body begged for him to give in.

"Wouldn't you like to come join us Sir Knight?" The stunning goddess purred, catching his attention again. Her hands were gliding up her sides until they came around and cupped her bountiful bosom, squeezing together, before dropping them. His gaze followed their bounce and he felt a part of him fall with them. His thoughts were becoming difficult to form as he bit his lower lip in turn, groaning with desire.

He caught himself taking a step towards her. Even as he took another deep breath, feeling his mind go fuzzy and lightheaded. Several of the women around him encouraged him onward. Their silky voices sent chills down his body right down to his twitching cock. He couldn't help from imagining himself joining the loud orgy. Picturing himself surrounded by gorgeous women as they tended to his every desire, no matter how dark or twisted.