The Succubae Seduction Bk. 02: The Twins Ch. 26

One more kill, the one inside her promised. One more, and we will both be free.

Jessica thrilled at the thought. She was so close to her goal. If everything went well, she'd be free of the nameless one by the end of the day.

Of course, it was always daytime in this land. Her internal companion hated this world because she couldn't take charge at midnight. But bad things happened when the nameless one took over.

Would the world be a better place once both worlds were combined, and in the process separating Jessica from the entity? Something didn't seem right with that logic...

"What are you doing here?"

Jessica jumped, shocked by the sudden, deep voice. She spun, ready to fight whatever denizen of this realm caught her. Instead, she felt her jaw go slack at the spectacle that greeted her.

To say that the angel looked divine would have been redundant, and yet Jessica couldn't think of a better term to describe him. Golden locks draped about his head, reflecting the light from his bright halo. His blue eyes shone vividly from a chiseled face that spoke of confidence and knowledge. His brilliant white wings swept through the air in a lazy rhythm as though his willpower and not them, kept him floating a few feet from the ground. He wore only a strip of white cloth that gave him the barest sense of modesty. His well-muscled and dark tanned body shone with his inner light, making the rest of the world seem even more drab than usual.

"I..." Jessica tried to think but struggled. He is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. Her heart hammered as she admired his physique. His flawless form and piercing eyes held her captivated.

I want him! her inner voice demanded. He will be a powerful ally for our cause.

That other voice broke Jessica from her daze. With a shake, she shed herself of the fog clouding her mind. She bowed low before the man and tried to put all of the respect she could into her voice as her mind raced to create a plan.

"I have come seeking aid, knowledge, and guidance." She held her hands out and forward in supplication while keeping her eyes locked on where his shadow darkened the ground. "Would you be willing to help one as low as I?" Her words sounded foolish and trite in her ears, but she hoped they would do the trick. Beings as powerful as this one tended to be conceited. Complimenting him should appeal to his narcissism. There was no way that a creature as perfect as he could be humble.

"You walk these lands, but feel no guilt," the angel spoke. His voice washed over her, sending thrills down her spine. He was powerful! "What advice would you seek from Amenadiel? I sense disquiet in your heart, but strength in your resolve. How strange."

She watched as his shadow moved closer, but not close enough. All she needed was touch, and he would be hers.

"These are the lands of the Pillar of Light," she spoke up, adding a note of pleading to her voice. "Also known as God, or Allah, or the creator, depending on the religion. I want to know which religion is correct, so that I may return to him in the afterlife."

"This again?" the angel intoned with annoyance. "None are correct. All religions made by humankind are wrong and filled with greed. Even the kindest of religions twist the facts to suit their desires. They seek to become rich or control others. If it is a religion you seek, then begone. My mistress is tired of this world, and will see no one."

Mistress?

Jessica saw the shadow start to move away. In a panic, she stood and faced the glorious man, her hands still outstretched. "Please, mighty angel! I... I have sinned and need to repent."

Amenadiel stopped but didn't turn back to face her. "Repenting requires guilt, and you have none," he said. His wings beat as he started to move away again.

Didn't she have guilt? How could he say that? She regretted many things. She felt guilty over how Shelly found out about her. About the deaths she had to cause to bring about the peace she desired. How could he say she felt no guilt? Was there a difference between guilt and regret?

"That's why I seek guidance and knowledge," she pleaded. "I don't feel guilt for my actions, but have been told that I should. Please, help me to be better!"

The angel stopped and turned to face her. His blue eyes were serious as he regarded her. For a moment, Jessica thought she went too far, but then his beatific face split into a smile, and he floated closer to her.

"Knowledge can be a great thing in the right hands," he said, his hands reaching out to clasp hers.

Closer.... Just a little closer... She plastered her most endearing smile on her face as she waited for him to come into range.

In a flash of movement, he reached behind his back. A bright sword appeared in his grasp as he brought the blade around to chop her in half. "Your hands do not appear to be the right hands," he informed her as she dove forward.

Instead of cutting her, she felt the pommel strike her back as she moved inside his guard. Her shoulder collided with his bare chest, and she grinned triumphantly. At the speed of thought, she expended her power.

"What...?" Amenadiel demanded as he strained to fight her.

With a grunt of surprise, Jessica doubled her willpower. She'd never had to fight to force someone into her extra-dimensional space. This angel was far more potent than anything she'd gone up against before.

"What are you?" he demanded as he brought his weapon back down on her again.

Pain lanced through her ribs as she felt them crack under the blow. Instead of pulling back or giving up, she wrapped her arms around his waist. She held no weapons of her own as she hugged him tight and threw everything she had into stuffing him away. If she failed, she knew her death would soon follow.

"Unhand me, witch!" Amenadiel demanded, striking her again. If he chose to turn that blade around, she'd be a goner.

She had no choice but to succeed now. Either she forced him into her other space and took control, or she died. She felt herself weakening, though, as her breaths came shorter and shorter. Sweat dripped from her head and ran channels down her spine, joining with blood as it flowed from her new wounds. He was too strong. His willpower too much. Everything was going to end here, and the peace she wanted to bring to the world would never come.

She would never see Shelly forgive her for what she'd done.

Thoughts of her half-sister re-energized her. With another grunt of pain as the pommel snapped her spine, Jessica turned her head into the angel's chest and bit as hard as she could. Despite his strength, her teeth sank in, and her mouth filled with his holy blood. She'd hoped that this would be enough to distract him and let her willpower shift him into her other space.

As darkness swallowed her, she knew despair.

Jessica's eyes opened slowly. She couldn't feel anything below her waist, and everything above was pain and agony.

Pain meant she was alive.

"Remind me not to do that again," she told herself, or the other voice inside her. A cough forced its way up from her damaged lungs, causing a whole new level of torment. Weakly, she wiped at her mouth and found blood. "That's... not a good sign."

She mentally ran through who she still held in her pocket dimension. Like a carousel of images, they appeared before her mind's eye. A goblin girl she'd befriended years ago. One ogre who was dumber than she felt for challenging an angel. Two centaurs, one male and one female. A hideous old harpy. And shining brighter than all of them, the angel Amenadiel.

The centaur couple could bandage wounds, but they had no magic for accelerated healing. She hadn't brought out the goblin girl in years. She was terrified of Jessica, and she couldn't stand to see that fear in a face that once belonged to her first friend. The ogre was out for obvious reasons. And the harpy would end up poisoning her with its filthy talons if it tried to help her.

She hesitated, focusing on Amenadiel. The angel was more potent than she'd imagined. With him in her space, she could sense that power. A force that he could use to heal her, if she were smart, and acted fast.

She spent precious seconds thinking of her commands. If she got this wrong, he'd kill her before she could stop him.

With a resigned sigh that hurt way too much, Jessica reached into her mind, into that spot she felt between her eyes and yet not a part of this existence, and pulled out the angel.

"Stop!" she ordered first and then gave her commands as fast as possible, before he recovered. She didn't have to tell him to obey her, as something about her ability wove that into their very being when she captured him. "Cause me no harm through action or inaction. Do not leave my presence without my permission." She managed to get all of that out with one stunted breath before a coughing fit overtook her. When she could manage to draw in oxygen without horrendous pain, she saw him glaring down at her, sword in hand but not attacking. She wondered what was going through his mind as he was unable to act against her will. "Defend my life with your own, and heal... me." She gasped out the last of her commands, hoping she hadn't missed anything.

His face twisted in rage as his muscles knotted in pain from fighting her commands. "I cannot heal what I feel no compassion for," he informed her. "I cannot do as you command. I despise you!" He spat on the ground close to her.

"Care about me and my health," she gasped as she felt darkness start to creep in along the edges of her vision. "Feel compassion for me as though I am your closest friend and confidant."

Darkness swallowed her vision, but she managed to remain conscious through the pain. His hands were gentle as he bent over her. Warmth spread through her, and her vision returned to see that his hands glowed as his visage showed concern. Feeling returned to her lower half and her breathing eased.

Confusion filled his gaze as he backed away from her. "A moment ago, I hated you," he said, rubbing his palm against his temple. "Now, you are more important to me than my own life. What spell have you cast upon me, witch... friend?"

Jessica sat up and looked down at herself. She was a wreck. Her clothes were torn and bloodied, but her body felt whole and unharmed. She regarded her latest slave for a moment, ignoring his question. She'd never given an emotional command before and hadn't been sure it would work. Feeling her ribs through a tear in her shirt, she was glad that it did.

"You will continue to follow all previous commands," she told him, giving the last command that she had learned long ago was crucial, "but you will also be able to act of your own will so long as it doesn't conflict with any current or future commands." Whatever strength he had to resist her power before was gone.

She'd taken a kobold once, and after giving him several commands, he became nothing but a mindless drone until she gave him that one important order to act on his own while following all other commands. Since then, she'd made sure to use it whenever dealing with any creature that had intelligence.

I want him, her inner voice demanded.

He's already ours, Jessica replied, shaking her head.

No! I want him! it demanded.

Understanding struck her, and she sighed. She knew the unnamed one had a powerful sex drive that she couldn't understand. Somehow it felt things through her, but only whenever she had sex. It couldn't sense her everyday life or experiences.

With a glance at the angel, she couldn't deny that under normal circumstances, she would desire him as well.

Looking around, this was neither the time nor the place to indulge. We should wait until after we kill the Pillar of Light.

That other entity wasn't having it, though. No! Now!

"I can see you are thinking, but can't hear your thoughts," Amenadiel stated with a frown.

"Is there somewhere we can go and be alone?" Jessica asked with a sigh. She knew from experience that the demands would continue until she gave in.

"My home is not far," Amenadiel said with an arched golden eyebrow.

Jessica indicated for him to lead on. Instead of floating before her as a guide, he picked her up in his arms and lifted into the air.

"It will be much quicker this way," he apologized to her. Before she could protest, there was a flash of light, and he was setting her down on her feet.

Looking around, she saw a field of dull yellow flowers. A small sleeping mat lay in a tiny clearing nearby. No one else appeared to be around them.

"This is your home?" she asked, confused.

"I have simple tastes, and I find this area beautiful," he told her.

She walked over to the small area cleared for sleeping and sat down. Glancing at the angel, she had to admit that he was at least pleasing to the eyes, though she felt nothing for him now that he was within her power.

One thing she understood well about herself was what could attract her to others. Her slaves held no interest to her. Shelly and Sheldon were never within her power, and she desired them, though Shelly was the better looking of the two. However, when she took someone or something as a slave, they lost almost all appeal to her. Even though she could control them with impunity. Perhaps it was because of that. There was no mystery. No challenge. No butterflies in her stomach like that first time in the faerie's hot springs with Shelly.

With her inner voice demanding she get on with it, she reached down and took off the remains of her shirt. Interested or not, she would get through this to appease the voice and get on with her real reason for being here in this ugly land.

"Do you need more healing?" Amenadiel asked with concern.

It felt weird to her that someone who recently tried to kill her was now worried about her health. She would have to remember to give emotional commands from now on. How much easier would it have been to deal with Schrödinger if he were emotionally attached to her? She regretted sending him to his death, but he'd gotten on her nerves for the last time. As far as she knew, death was the only way to free someone of her control. Telling them or willing them to be free did nothing.

"I need a different type of healing," she said, trying to sound more interested than she felt. It wasn't that the prospect of intercourse with him was unappealing, but that she'd prefer to get on with her mission and play afterward. She removed her bra and started working on her pants.

"I don't understand," he said, actually looking innocent. "I know you don't feel guilt, so you don't need me to remove that from you. What other types of healing are there?"

Jessica looked at him for a moment in dismay. He couldn't be that dense. "I want you to fuck me," she told him, being as blunt as she could.

"I..." he looked at her in shock and shook his head. "I can't! Even if I wanted to, it's not possible. The type of healing you desire... to fornicate... to copulate... It's not... I mean, you are my friend, but I have never... and would never sully you or myself like that."

Jessica had to stop herself from laughing. One of the most beautiful beings she'd ever seen, and he was a virgin. From the way he talked, he wasn't gay, but completely uninterested in sex. She wondered if it was an angel thing or something about living in this bleak landscape that caused him to be this way.

"That's not who you are anymore," she told him before the unnamed one could start nagging her again. She finished pulling off her pants and panties, then turned and spread her legs before him. Reaching down with one hand, she spread her labia and gave him a wide smile. "You want to come over here and lick my pussy. You desire my body for sexual gratification. You want to please me in every way that I want. Amenadiel, you want to fuck me after you've given me at least one orgasm with your mouth."

She saw her commands take effect in the way his loincloth tented up before him. It appeared that his bodily perfection extended down to his manhood if the way his cock shoved aside the cloth and came into view was any indication. Firm, long, thick, and with healthy veins thrummed with its power. He might not have ever used it before, but it sure looked like it as ready to be used.

Even though his body registered her commands, his face looked confused. "You're right. I do want to use you for sexual gratification, but I'm not sure how?"

Jessica worked hard to keep her face from showing her annoyance. How could a being that supposedly oversaw sins and could read guilt not know what to do?

"Start by coming over here," she crooked a finger at him, giving his stiff cock a hungry stare. "Kneel between my legs and kiss my inner thighs."

She luxuriated in the power she held over him, even if it didn't make him appealing. His eyes locked onto their target even as he licked his lips and did as told. His face was clean-shaven and smooth as it brushed along her inner thigh. His mouth was warm and firm as he turned his head from one leg, kissing softly, to the other.

Despite her earlier lack of desire, she could feel herself heating up as his hot breath passed over her sex. It'd been so long since the last time she'd received any satisfaction. Who knew that all it required was forcing someone to care? Being desired added a whole new level to this that she'd missed before by only making someone fuck her.

"Good," she purred to him, resting back on her elbows and letting her head fall back. "Now, kiss your way slowly up each leg until you reach my pussy... Yes, just like that. No, don't just kiss my lower lips. Use your tongue. Not like that... Lick along the edges. Yes, good. Now, gently suck in my labia, and use your tongue to... Oh, yeah. Just like... Oh! Oh!"

Jessica's legs started to tremble as the angel ate her out with gusto. He used his tongue to significant effect, attacking her clit and labia at alternating rates, before slurping up her increasing juices. She brought her right hand up, leaving her weight on her left elbow, and dug her fingers into his bright hair, under his halo. She could feel herself closing in on that first requested orgasm and held on tight as it exploded behind her navel while his mouth sucked hard on her clit.

When her vision cleared, and her mind returned, she used the hand holding him to pull his head away from her sensitized cunt. He seemed reluctant, which was right in a partner, but she wanted more than his tongue could provide.

"That was good," she told him, a genuine smile gracing her lips. "But now it's time to get to the actual fucking."

Before he had a chance to ask, or make any other dumb statements, she pulled his chiseled face to hers, kissing him deeply. She could taste herself on his lips, nice and tangy. She fell back and pulled him with her. Reaching between them, she gripped his thick rod at the base and rubbed his tip against her soaking slit. His bulbous nob felt deliciously wicked as it slipped up and down between her lips. She waited until the thick tip slid easily along her channel from his precum and her fluids before bringing up her legs and pulling him tighter to her with her calves.

He was the one to break the kiss—which she had to admit that despite his lucky skill at cunnilingus, he was a sloppy kisser—as his turgid flesh slipped between her folds. They both moaned in unison as he stretched her tight hole. He was much bigger than Erwin Schrödinger, though far less experienced. And now that she knew her abilities could control wants and desires, she regretted leaving him behind. Hopefully, he'd live, and she could make him want her.

For now, she'd have to settle for Amenadiel's unskilled thrusts. She used her legs to try and set his pace, but he was much stronger than her, and her commands ensured he was quite eager to please. Even so, she couldn't deny that he felt good, filling her up and stretching her nicely.