Succubus Summoning 212

"Identify and eliminate," the succubus circling him said. She tickled Darvill's nostrils with her plume and his nose was filled with exotic, soporific perfume.

"You are clever and ambitious," the sitting succubus said. "Given time you could develop into a warlock powerful enough to challenge our master and others of his cabal."

"Unless we chop you down now, while you're still weak." The other succubus stroked her plume against Darvill's crotch and he felt a throb in his loins that had nothing to do with his own desires. "Chop you down before you have a chance to grow into a more troublesome opponent."

Darvill felt vertiginous reeling fear. Not a test. Not a hazing. An execution.

And he was outclassed. Even had he not been trapped within the circle of subdual, this trio were far beyond his level.

He was also without his daemon. A glance to his left and he saw the third succubus had both hands on the pink globe in her lap. She writhed, flexed her hips and pressed her sex to it. Bubbles rose in the shimmering pink sphere and the poly-Oc trapped within gave a weak, blissed-out shiver.

Darvill attempted to recite the standard emergency dismissal every student was taught. Rather than taking flight from his tongue, the words flopped, soundless, and were absorbed by the energies of the circle.

Figured. There would be glyphs in the design that prevented the casting of any spells.

The standing succubus completed her circuit and stood before him again. Eyes smouldering with lustful fires, she stepped into the circle, pushed his legs apart and went down on her knees between them. She reached up, popped the buttons of his shirt and then slithered up against him. The soft fleshy mounds of her tits rubbed against his exposed chest. Wherever her skin came into contact with his it left behind a pleasant tingly sensation that left his skin craving more. She slithered up until her face was level with his.

"You don't have to be afraid," she whispered. "Succubi are the gentlest assassins. Our victims depart this plane in a haze of unparalleled sensual bliss."

She twisted in his lap and rubbed the swell of her ass against his crotch in a final lap dance. The wriggling pressure sent blood surging down into his cock and it rose up against the fabric of his underwear.

Darvill was not ready to depart this plane just yet, in a haze of bliss or otherwise. The circle prevented the casting of new magic, but Darvill still had the protective anti-lust wards he'd carved into his arms after following Rowling's succubi into hell. Their power had faded as his flesh had healed, but they were still there, waiting to be activated. All Darvill had to do was bend one finger back to his palm, and...

Zap!

There was a crackle of energy, the acrid stench of burnt flesh and the succubus jumped out of his lap like an electrocuted cat.

Not enough, Darvill thought. Not powerful enough. Flesh wards were powerful, but only when the cuts were fresh and bleeding. His had had two days to heal. The protective aura they granted him was as brittle as an eggshell.

The shocked succubus turned to him. With her red eyes and face contorted in rage her daemonic nature was fully visible.

"How dare you," she hissed.

Her black nails were long and pointed like claws. For a moment Darvill thought she intended to tear out his throat with a swipe of her wickedly-pointed nails.

Better that than her claiming his soul, he thought.

Then the daemon regained her composure. Her face softened back to its original exquisite beauty.

"No, I must remember the teachings of Mother Diabolicia," she said. "Pleasure is the one true path."

She gestured with her hands and Darvill's arms were yanked behind the chair and his wrists bound with tethers of shadow. She placed a palm under her chin and blew him a kiss that expanded and surrounded Darvill in a warm cloud of scented air. His lust wards crackled and shorted out. The warmth settled in Darvill and concentrated in his loins. An erection rose unbidden and tented the front of his trousers.

"Much better," the succubus said.

She stepped inside the circle and ran her fingers lightly up the underside of Darvill's bulge. His manhood twitched and he felt slick wetness on the inside of his underwear.

No, the brutish chavs he'd been forced to grow up with were slave to their genitals. Not Darvill.

The succubus slithered down between his legs. Eyes fixed on Darvill, lips turned up in a sultry half-smile, she found Darvill's fly and unzipped it. Her hand reached inside and extricated Darvill's erection.

"Yum," the succubus said.

She tilted her head down. The helmet of Darvill's cock was enfolded by her hot tongue. His dick twitched again. Clear pre-cum oozed from the tip. The succubus lapped it up and murmured her pleasures.

"You're a good student. You deserve my luscious cunt."

She stood up and sat in Darvill's lap with her legs astride him. Her exposed vulva was puffy and moist with desire. Darvill felt the heat spilling out of her as she pressed the dripping flaps up against the swollen head of his erection. His cock twitched eagerly. It wanted to be inside.

Darvill didn't. He knew what she was and what she'd do.

He was finding it harder to think. His thoughts were slow and sluggish as if wading through thick fog.

Succubus charm magic. He was lucky he could still think at all.

The succubus put her arms on Darvill's shoulders.

"In you go," she said.

The plump lips of her sex parted around the head of his cock and she slid down him like a pole, slowly easing him up into her warmth. And she was warm, hot even. And wet. And tight. Really really tight. She took him all the way inside her and her fleshy walls closed around his penis like a fist.

Darvill let out a surprised gasp.

That felt... incredible.

Of course it felt incredible. She was a succubus. Sex was how they cracked men open to suck out the soul within.

Come on, focus! he yelled through the haze filling up his skull. Think! You're too smart to end up spurting your life and soul away up a succubus's cunt.

He caught the back of his shoe on the edge of the chair leg and slid it off.

The succubus kissed him lightly on his lips, his chin, his cheeks, the tip of his nose. Her perfumed breath excited his nostrils and thickened the fog blurring his thoughts. She moved her hips up and down sinuously, adding a little rotation at the end that dragged her vaginal walls against his foreskin and sent streamers of pleasure tickling down his shaft.

Darvill kicked down at the floor, stubbing his big toe against the hard stone floor and sending a bolt of pain shooting up his leg. While the pain was good for shaking him out of the pleasant fug the succubus was smothering him in, it wasn't the reason he'd done it.

The succubus sighed and moaned in pleasure as she moved against him. Her wet sex slid smoothly up and down Darvill's erection. As his cock pushed up deeper inside her it came up against a soft knot of flesh that shuddered wetly in unwholesome anticipation.

Darvill banged his foot down hard on the stone floor, breaking his big toe and driving the nail back through his flesh. Blood oozed out and soaked the tip of his sock.

The succubus continued to swing her hips back and forth. Her sumptuous sex gripped and squeezed him. Pre-cum flowed out of his twitching member in a constant stream. An inner maw at the back of her sex sucked hungrily at his glans with each stroke.

Darvill kicked down at the hard stone floor.

More blood. He needed more blood. His sock was already saturated and dripping, but he needed more. Darvill specialised in blood magic. A trickle of his blood over the line would be enough to break the circle and negate its hold on him.

He smashed his foot down again.

Hot blood was sticky between his mangled toes. It dribbled from his saturated sock and splashed onto the floor.

More. He needed the blood to flow.

Before...

The succubus gave a louder sigh and sank all the way down in his lap. Her inner maw parted around the outside of his glans and she engulfed Darvill's cock into a soft, muscular organ lined with hot juices. That heat was transmitted to Darvill's member, and from there flowed down into his balls.

Darvill's foot stopped. It hovered, trembling, a few inches off the floor.

The succubus wrapped her arms around him and pressed her naked breasts against his chest. She kissed his cheek and then wormed her hot, dripping tongue into his earhole.

"It's over," she whispered. "Just let go and enjoy the final pleasures I can give you."

The walls of her inner sex wriggled lewdly around Darvill's throbbing member. The muscular walls gave him a gentle squeeze.

Darvill's whole body trembled on edge. His balls felt swollen, bloated and itchy. He ached with the need to empty them into her.

No. He was more than this. Could be more than this.

The succubus sucked on his earlobe as she writhed against him. Her scent filled and overwhelmed his senses. Darvill's legs trembled and his toes curled as he fought to resist the urge to come.

"Still trying to hold on?" the succubus breathed in his ear. "Time to end this."

The walls of her inner organ softened and then clenched around Darvill's cock. He felt a strange, irresistible drawing sensation. A dam broke within him and his thoughts were swept away by the force of the climax. He let out his breath in a pent-up gasp. His feet drummed against the chair legs and his hips bucked as emptied great throbbing gouts of semen inside her.

"Yessss," the daemon hissed.

The same exultant cry echoed through Darvill's thoughts. Trying to hold it in for so long seemed so foolish now as he gushed in a fountain of bliss.

The succubus's sex clenched and throbbed around his manhood as she swallowed his issue with muscular gulps.

More. He wanted more of this. Wanted to give her more. Wanted the feelings, the sensation, the pure release of unrestrained rutting to run on and on and on.

She leant into him and he was enveloped by her heat. She unfurled black bat wings and wrapped them around both him and the chair. Within them her sex continued to clench, throb and gulp. Slowly, with Darvill completely drowned in sensual ecstasy, she pumped out first his semen, and then his life and soul.

Then, the feeding over, she drew back her wings and stood up. She kissed her finger and placed it against the withered lips of Darvill's shrivelled-up husk.

"You were a good student," she said with a luscious pout.

The other succubus popped the bubble of bliss she was using to imprison Darvill's daemon. The poly-Oc stared mournfully at Darvill's wizened remains.

"Time to look for a new master," the other sitting succubus said with a malevolent smile. "One with the wisdom to hide their strength from those who'd see it as a threat."

The poly-Oc glowered at them before vanishing with a pop of displaced air as it returned back to its own dominion.

* * * *

The door to the examination room opened. A succubus stepped outside and looked around the room before her gaze alighted on Phil.

"Phil Rowling?" she said. "It's your turn."