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Yes... Yes... The patterns... If only he could read the patterns in the lines of energy. His brain throbbed and swelled, as if it was a sponge soaking up knowledge from the water around him.
"Do you wish to see more?" Ab'ĝalga asked.
Ye—Wait!
He sensed the fishhook in her words. The waters were darkening. A shadow was moving up beneath him, vast and immeasurably ancient. Countless gossamer tendrils filled the space between Ab'ĝalga and him. It was getting harder to tell where Ab'ĝalga ended and he began, where his thoughts ended and hers began. Was his mind expanding or diffusing? Dissolving? He felt the pull all around him—to be everywhere and everything.
Everything and nothing.
"I do..." he started, "...but not right now. I'm sorry. This is too fast. I'm not ready. I need time to think over what I've learnt."
"Sorry? Apologising...to me?" she laughed at his words as if she found them ridiculous. "You know, you might turn out to be interesting after all."
Her lips curled up in amusement as her feelers began to retreat from his skull. He felt them detach and the planes overlaying his perception faded until he was once again seeing the world in only three dimensions. His brain contracted back to a compact knot of nerve tissue contained within the bony case of his skull. It felt reassuring, solid.
"Still too much of a humble mumble," Ab'ĝalga said.
Her face disappeared from view as the calm seas suddenly churned into life and Phil was wrenched upwards as if caught in a waterspout.
* * * *
Cέrμləa was drawing a picture on the blackboard, her face scrunched up in concentration. Her drawing depicted a cartoon family enjoying a picnic, or at least they would be if they weren't currently being torn apart by grotesquely deformed woodland creatures. Cέrμləa put the most detail into the youngest daughter. The girl was screaming in open-eyed terror as mutated and savage squirrels tore open her belly and engaged in a tug-of-war over her viscera. The girl had similar spiky hair to Cέrμləa.
The wooden lid of the desk bounced open as Phil crashed through. He lay half in, half out of the desk with his cheek resting against the wooden seat of his chair. He was naked and covered in glistening mucus.
Cέrμləa's intense, melancholic expression changed to a wide, girlish smile. "You're back," she said, bouncing with excitement. "Do you understand it now?"
Phil smiled weakly and held up a thumb.
* * * *
Four cowled figures sat around a large circle chalked on the stone floor and embellished with occult symbols. The room was dim—illuminated only by the wan, flickering light of a multitude of black candles. In the centre of the circle sat a large basin filled with water.
The four figures intoned words in an arcane language.
"Occulora nida Occum."
The leader held an upside down goat's skull in cupped palms as if it was an offering.
"Occulora nida Occum."
The lead figure tilted the skull and red liquid poured into the bowl. The blood, if that's what it was, billowed out until the whole contents were stained. While the other three continued the chant the leader tipped a finger into the bowl.
"Occulora nida Occum Infinitum vaarsta Ænma ov Homnus."
Ripples spread across the bowl and pictures rendered in shades of red appeared just beneath the surface—locations, schematics, maps. The lead warlock manipulated the images with his finger with the same ease as if it was one of the modern touch screen tablet computers. He found the image he was after, zoomed in.
"He's alive," Darvill said. "I've got a fix on his soul."
to be continued...
- COMMENTS
MrSmashover 8 years agoI like the story.. yes there is a but coming.. :) good and evil does exist, and I think Phil understands that to well. With friends like Vergie, Rosa, and Nurse Honey he would would never need enemies. Here Phil was almost dead, and Nurse Honey thought it would good for him to be imprisoned in that fire pit in her stomach. I know this is supposed to be s story for the sake the turn on.. Though I will admit Vergie more then onced saved Phils soul from torment, but still in the 100 series of the story she was going going to send Phil that fire pit of hers. There would not be an end, because what i understand in areas with Nurse Honey the end will not happen but endless burning torment. Please write a story about that order Nyte used to be with
That Dominion of Lust they sound like they would be against a flaming torment.
Anonymousalmost 10 years agoThank you for your imagination and writing skills ... The day you choose to make it a book it will be a delight for many ... Part of the fun is that contrary to "real stories" thanks to the succubi's magic Phil's vitality seems almost inextinguishable, which for the reader makes projecting into Phil a real treat ...
Because of projecting ourselves in Phil, I can understand other commentators asking why hasn't Phil been more proactive and make a priority to find a way to increase his chances at not being on the verge of being killed during his encounters .. But on the other hand this tension between Eros and Thanatos is quite rich and deep even philosophically ….
I loved the meeting within Ab'ĝalga (the way she sucked him up like juice from a drinks carton was particularly entertaining) and would like him to have another private lesson with her http://bit.ly/1mEWYxL like having to stimulate her giant clitoris, her using him as a dildo and then drowning in her squirt ..)
The possibilities with this Arc are endless …. On my wish list are also Phil interacting :
- with a 300 years old experienced succubi in the form of a 10 years old (maybe sometimes displaying the aged form as a contrast …)
- with a metamorph (alternatively the trunk of an elephant or a tapir, the tongue of a goat, the suckers of a leech, the muscular ass of a monkey etc…)
- with the bed mistress of the castle of sinful pleasures .. As another comment pointed it, with the power to make him come with a single touch (whereas other succubi have to spend some time, energy and skills) it should be quite an encounter and let us pray that the Scrote teaches him some survival skills in-between…
OK, thanks again for your efforts and keep on the good work ….
lexus4444almost 10 years agoI am thinking that Phil is not a regular human and that the succubus are grooming, why else when every other demon lies about their world that no one so far knows about it that they teaching him about it. Especially what "Ab'ĝalga said about him.
