The Girl Next Door Ch. 05

Using Gabriel's ability to just make things 'happen' by thought, I willed myself to be at to the location that Lilith's more powerful daughter would take residence. Mountains, rivers and valleys passed before me in a blink before I found myself in a closet.

The first thing I heard were moans, the screams of a woman in pleasure. I tip toed out of the closet, finding myself in a home office lined with financial graphs and reports, before moving out into the hallway. I saw her, at the very end. The bedroom door was left open, gracing me with the view of a bronzed, platinum haired babe riding the shaft of some lucky bastard.

As I stepped closer to her, I took notice of my surroundings. Everything around me screamed opulence, the carpet so soft my footsteps were muted, polished mahogany balustrades lining winding staircases, with highlighted works of Rembrandt covering the walls. Whoever this lady was, she was well taken care of.

I could see her lover's hands paw into her big, shaking tits, his fingers massaging and kneading her soft, tanned flesh. Her toned belly was pierced with a white diamond and moved in rhythm to each impaling thrust upon his manhood. I moved further down the hallway, seeing her rake her fingers down his chest in exaltation.

The man was surprisingly old for her age. And then it all became clear to me. The luxurious, spacious house, masterwork paintings, and plush carpets...she was a trophy wife. Or a mistress. Either way, I could see why the succubus would want to reside in her womb. She would easily be able to parlay the man's influence and assets into spreading her own kind.

I crept into their room as she rutted on top of him, her massive breasts shuddering and careening against each other as she rode him like an enraged beast. Whether it was all for show or not, I don't think the man cared, his eyes stared into the ceiling with a toothy grin on his face, his hands sinking into her thick ass cheeks and pulling her forward on his cock.

It was only after I had gone in did I realize I was invisible. There was a full length mirror behind their bed, and in it only the wife's throes of ecstasy were captured, her spectacular globes glistening with perspiration as she rode him to climax. For myself, I remained unseen.

I still had my scythe from earlier and I readied myself. At the moment of conception was when the spirit would try to take hold. And yet, for all my concentration on the task and my fascination with gorgeous woman before me, I had a little gut feeling about the smaller spirit that made it through Gabriel's reach.

His gift must have sensed my consternation, for a new image blazed into my mind, an image of the woman the soul was going to possess. She looked to be some chick in London. Not particularly remarkable but for her youth and bulging belly. She was peering out a window in an apartment building, and behind her came her boyfriend, kissing her on the neck as he put his hands on her belly.

And in that moment, a lump formed in my throat. The two reminded me so much of Katie and me. That was us. That could have been us, a little happy family, about to brave the world. The way he ran his fingers through her long, blonde hair, holding her, protecting her and the pure, unadulterated look of adoration she gave him set off a flurry of remembrances in my soul.

I had to save them.

They did not have to relive my story, and if I could avert their fate, I would be willing to endure to the judgment of angels.

The couple before me sounded like they had at least a minute before the man unloaded inside her. I could be in and out. I prayed Gabriel's gift still had enough juice to get me to London and back. With a closing of my eyes, I thought of the young couple and in less than a second I was there.

***

I was in the living room of their cozy apartment while they were still looking out the window. And in that moment, I saw my target. Time seemed to slow as a black orb melted through the ceiling, leaving behind a faint trail of vapors as a lustful face headed right for the pregnant woman.

Chills raced up my spine when I heard her voice, so harsh and raspy, a reflection of her true self rather than the beautiful forms her kind inhabited. "Her soul is miiiine!" I began my run as her insane laughter filled the air, the couple still oblivious to the darkness that was about to befall them.

I took a deep breath to calm my nerves as sweat formed in my palms, loosening my grip on the scythe. The closer the spirit came to the woman, the darker the room became, the lights in the neighboring kitchen faltering and growing dim, the shadows turning into pools of black, all the while the couple moved not an inch.

I stumbled from my nervousness but quickly got back up, my heart jumping as I saw the succubus spirit descending on the girl's head, the creature's innate darkness making some of the girl's hairs stand on end, like static electricity was in the air.

"At last..." moaned the spirit, as little tendrils of black mist began to lower from her smoky face, caressing the girl's small shoulders. Even as I ran over, I prayed the succubus would spend just a moment more savoring her catch before taking the plunge. This girl was pregnant, meaning the possession would be near instant, as compared to the other couple for whom the spirit had to wait until conception to take hold.

At least that's how I hoped things worked. I had a habit of getting this demonic shit wrong before.

The girl sighed and her body stiffened at the grazing touch of the succubus, completely unaware of the source of the relaxation and pleasure that seduced her body and soul. I readied my scythe, making sure not to slip for the moment of truth.

The strength in my legs was tremendous and I found myself stomping over a couch before bringing my scythe in a downward arc on the creature. Before I had hit the floor, I saw the orb flicker in a glimmer of light before blinking out of existence, a disembodied scream heralding its exit. I landed right behind the couple and froze, my imbalanced body straining not to tumble into them.

I rolled backwards into the couch while the boyfriend shivered in the same spot the dark soul had been, the girlfriend having a look of mild disappointment that the strangely pleasant feelings were gone.

"Wow...did you feel that? Feels a bit frigid." He turned around, not seeing me at all as he head for something.

"Yeah, can you turn on the heat, love?" said the girlfriend, walking to the couch just as I moved out of the way.

"On it!" he called out from the back. I caught my breath, giving the woman and the apartment one last look. It was as if I had never been there at all, neither of them having any clue as to how close to a terrible fate they really were.

For the briefest of moments I felt like a hero, like their own guardian angel.

***

When I came back to the trophy wife couple, I knew something was wrong. With me. My heart leapt when I saw a huge black sphere hovering above the couple, and despite all my effort, I wasn't moving as fast as I did before. It was as if I was stuck in molasses as the orb made its slow, inexorable descent on the wife. Now of all times, was the time my power had run out, for the more I struggled, the slower I became.

And then I heard the wife cry out in bliss, her voice deeper than usual as sound traveled to my ears at a glacial pace. "Ohhh yessss!" she cried, her ass cheeks flexing as her pussy gorged itself on her man's seed. Her head had rolled back as she reveled in the pleasure, her enormous, upturned breasts swaying and heaving to her orgasmic moans.

I panicked even more as I saw the soul was making no sign of slowing down. Gah! This wasn't supposed to happen! Even with being slowed down, I should have had all the time in the world to kill the thing, conception is not even close to being instant...unless the dark soul was somehow influencing the passage of the man's seed...or maybe it didn't even need that, maybe it just needed her, migrating to her womb later.

Even as I struggled to make my way to her, I knew there would be no hope for the wife.

I heard another moan ring out into the room, unheard by all but me, as the orb finally sank into the woman's body, the succubus exacting unimaginable pleasure as her conquest of the womb and soul began. Some of the dark mist seemed to hover and penetrate through her head, while the rest of the black fog seeped into her skin, with some vapors racing in between her luscious melons and snaking up inside her pussy.

The tendrils of shadow grazed against the woman lazily, like the English girl moments before. The more they penetrated, the more the succubus spirit made sounds of erotic contentment, her heavy breath resonating in the entire room, aroused and ready to take what was hers.

The effect on the wife was instant. Whatever pleasure she had from enjoying her husband's attentions, was magnified to an insane degree. Her body seized up as her back arched and froze in pleasure, her rounded hips thrusting involuntarily as a series of irregular gasps were torn from her lips. The soft globes of her breasts bounced and slapped against each other as she suffered a powerful orgasm, her eyes rolling back in her head as her body underwent violent convulsions.

To my horror, for the first time, I could see the inner effects of corruption as I beheld her faltering soul in their bedroom mirror. While her soul was hardly radiant to begin with, I could see a beam of light within, and little black, grasping tendrils clawing and tearing at it, spreading through her system like roots in soil. The more the roots spread, the more she moaned, as if each second of being cursed was more pleasurable than the last.

I was still only halfway to her when I noticed some of the darkness forming and accumulating in her womb, the seed of her man subverted and converted into use for the Lilim. As her soul became more dark than light, I could see such changes in her physical state, changes I had grown far too familiar with.

A fount of black fluid frothed out of her lips and down her huge breasts, washing over her ripe mounds like foul wine and down her writhing belly. I had never seen so much of the Lilim's vile essence before, her husband was screaming now, not in terror, but in pleasure. I'm sure he was scared shitless at first, but his wife just kept on sucking down his seed, intent on making him her first meal.

His hands were glued to her plush tits, his nerves undoubtedly lost in the sheer pleasure of fondling such firm endowments, but also entranced by the liquid velvet softness that coated her breasts. Having felt Lailah's similarly coated skin, I knew the pure helplessness before such pleasure, how hopeless I was to resist it.

As the husband began to decay into death, so too did his wife fully embrace her change, her inner being now as dark as an abyss, her poor soul crushed by the overwhelming spiritual assault. I saw her lips blacken as bronzed skin paled into a resplendent, alabaster white, her platinum hair darkening into a lustrous mane of raven tresses, like so many of her kind.

The dark fluid that had spilled over her heavy breasts had soaked in completely, seeping through her skin and expanding her ample, pale bosom even more, her tits now sitting impossibly high on her chest in a gorgeous teardrop shape. Both of the lovers uttered loud gasps, hers was one of pleasure, his was one of surprise, feeling her delectably soft flesh swell underneath his now gnarled fingers while his breath of life was funneled into her grasping depths.

He was toast, and throughout her simultaneous corruption and feeding, he crumbled faster than my brother did, his body now little more than a skeleton draped with skin, his eyes cloudy, white orbs. I couldn't save him, but I could kill her, for even at my sluggish pace, where all of reality conspired to hold me back, she was now in swinging distance of my scythe.

Just as I started my swing, she turned her head around slowly, Exorcist style, which freaked me out. And in that moment, I saw her green eyes, showing me nothing but fear and terror...the last of her humanity, before she was consumed completely, a twisted smile stretching her face just as her eyes became gleaming coals, all semblance of color washed away.

Right then the passage of time reverted back to real time, just as she moved out of the path of my scythe, rolling off the side of the bed. I peeked over where she fell, and much to my terror, found nothing. I no longer felt the power of angels coursing through my veins and my target was gone. I was back to being mortal...back to being just some guy with a scythe.

"Long have I yearned to walk the planes of existence with K'ama-handra..." hissed a voice behind me. Her voice sent tingles down my spine, and I turned around slowly, hoping that would somehow keep her calm. She was on the ceiling, holding on by her claws, her face twisted into a maniacal grin. "This vessel will suit me well until my true form is received into this frail world. Then shall she know what pleasure it is to enact Lilith's will!"

"Yeah bad news lady. Lisa is dead, and unless you guys have another heart, I'm pretty sure she's gone down...way down." I don't know why I said it, it really wasn't the most opportune time to tease a she-devil about her leader's death, it just sort of came out.

Instantly she dropped from the ceiling, her face twisted in rage. "You lie!" this time two voices came out her throat at the same time, the outrage making her host personality surface for just a moment, before I felt myself drawn into her grasp from across the room with her fingers wrapping themselves around my neck.

"'Fraid not!" I croaked, her fingers choking the shit out of my throat so much I could barely breath. I felt her tail snake around my wrist, ripping away my scythe. I prayed for an angel. I had never seen a succubus so furious.

Her face hardened as she pulled me up from her full breasts, rising and falling like mountains of sensual flesh, bringing me to her glossy, bee stung lips, licking my own as she grabbed my ass and pulled me against her pillowy soft chest. "Long has it been since I have savored the taste of a dishonest man...K'ama-handra lives still, but you...shall not-" With a loud clap we separated in a blast of light, the two of us flying to the opposite sides of the room. In between us, stood an angel.

Even then I knew which one it was. "Once more I must intercede on mankind's behalf!" He spun around to me, his crystal scythe was glowing with holy light, and I could feel slight vibrations ringing from its edge. "I gave you one simple task, and what did you do!? Man has disobeyed holy edict-AGAIN! But worry not mortal, for this one is a but a snake beneath my heel for whom the Lord sen-"

"Watch out!" I shouted and the angel dashed out of the way of a rolling wave of energy, sent from the hand of the possessed trophy wife. The energy didn't glow, it looked like a heat wave, distorting reality as it hurtled towards me. I felt heat and sensed strange smells as the thing engulfed me, singeing my hairs and putting me into a hot sweat.

I felt myself being sucked into the carpet, like quicksand, futilely holding onto the nearby bed frame as Gabriel choke slammed the shrieking succubus into the floor. I tried to scream for help, but my throat choked on the heat, and slowly felt my sweat slicked hands slip from the post. My fingers fell onto the carpet, and as I was dragged away from the bedroom confrontation between angel and succubus, I realized I had felt this before.

I was going back to the tower.

***

When I landed, I could hear sobs and moans of pleasure. My tired eyes opened to succubi thrusting into each other on either side of me. It was then I realized it was not succubus on succubus sex, but a whole pack of succubi corrupting a clutch of human prisoners.

The lady next to me looked Chinese, and I could tell she was in the late stages of succubus seduction as incoherent mumblings tumbled out of her mouth, her glazed over eyes not registering that a man just materialized out of nowhere. The succubus pummeling her pussy with her thick tail took no heed of me either, nor did any of the other succubi in the room.

All around, were human women laid out on velour carpets, falling into darkness, their legs spread wide in supplication, some holding their lovers close as the succubi pumped their foul essence into their willing wombs. Across the spherical chamber I saw something that made me pale with fright.

Within the sanctum was a large waterfall, rushing torrents of the black, molasses like fluid that had corrupted so many souls. And above it stood several succubi, giving their victims a brief kiss on the lips, pressing their full chested busts against their prey, before kicking the helpless women into the pool, laughing as they struggled in the black water.

I was struck with shock and disbelief as the pool of darkness claimed the women, some getting to the outer edges before liquid hands pulled them back in, others getting a direct shot of the stuff as the waterfall unloaded its vile spray on top of their bodies. A select few were already embracing their fate. I caught an Arabian chick standing right underneath the waterfall with her mouth open, drowning in her corruption as she struggled to keep on standing, her rapidly changing body buckling underneath the sheer pleasure of her change.

She looked like she was completely bathed in oil, her limbs shaking as she screamed in orgasmic ecstasy. Her breasts expanded into succulent melons, her heaving, oil slicked mounds sliding against each other as she gripped and kneaded them through her slippery fingers. Soon a tail had appeared, which she promptly put to use, fucking herself as her hips grew more round and her waist slimmed into perfection.

Elsewhere in the pool another woman had come close to escaping. Judging by her clothes, stained and soaked with the black stuff, and her haircut, she must have been some sort of soccer mom. When she was dragged back in, it was not by the groping hands of the pool itself, but by newly formed succubus sisters.

Two of them had launched out of the water, grabbing her from the back as they held her down. Both were voluptuous beyond belief, their huge, bouncing, bubble shaped tits glistening in the light as they wriggled and writhed against her. One made love to the woman's lips, tonguing her passionately as her dark fluids overflowed out of the woman's mouth, while another plunged her arrow tail straight through her soaked jeans.

I saw the soccer mom's struggles, violent at first, thrashing in panic and fear, gradually mellow until only her hands were spasming, her body going through an odd twitch every now and then. Her aroused whines of protest urged her violators on. The one penetrating her made gentle thrusting motions, picking up her pace as she ran her long tongue down the mom's neck, leaving behind a glistening smear of black saliva, trailing in between the innocent woman's cleavage.

The two maidens of lust were moaning as they had their way with her, their smooth skin and soft, dewy tits making them look like they were beings born out of silky, dark chocolate. I knew she was doomed, and what really sealed the deal was when the succubus behind her finally came, gripping onto her tits and tearing away her sweater as her tail spewed Lilith's gift deep into her contracting depths.

The soccer mom began moaning uncontrollably, her nerves slammed with waves of pleasure, and faster than I had ever seen before, her carnal changes ignited all over her body. It was dramatic, seeing her excess flab smooth away into toned perfection, her pale breasts, streaked with the black hand prints of her lovers, swell into ripe mountains of jiggling flesh. All the while, her short, shrewish cut of hair elongated, blooming into vitality like the globes of her ass, her tresses taking on a rich, raven sheen before dipping into the sloshing black pool below.