To Hell and Back Again Ch. 04

"Are you a hunter?"

Beauty looked up from their gathered loot as if noticing the woman for the first time. The Succubus just shook her head and turned back to examining the edge of the short sword.

That simple gesture seemed to ease the tension radiating off of the woman. To his surprise, the pretty Asian walked up to Beauty and knelt at her feet, head bowed.

"Then, you saved me. I submit to you. Please be gentle."

"Um, what?" Logan muttered as he looked from one to the other.

Beauty stood and turned to lean down and sniff at the woman. She seemed to be considering the offer, then shook her head. "Not hungry. You go."

The woman looked up in confusion. "Mistress, I don't understand."

The Succubus pointed at Logan. "Fed. Not hungry. You go." Beauty turned and started gathering up loot.

"You're not going to fuck me?" The woman looked up at her, surprise, and disappointment in her eyes. "But... why not?" She looked at Logan. "You and your servant can both have me."

"What?" Logan said. "Wait, who are you calling a servant?" He looked from one female to the other. "Pardon the obvious pun, but what the hell is happening here?"

Beauty looked at him and shrugged, then pointed at the woman. "Want sex," she replied as if explaining an obvious fact. "You want fuck?"

"What?" He stammered again. "No! That's insane!"

The Succubus just shrugged and turned back to gather up loot.

"Please?" Still on her knees, the pretty Asian woman glanced at Logan. "I have been told I am quite good at oral sex. I will pleasure your servant if you will just let me have an orgasm." She gave Beauty a hopeful look, reaching down between her legs and touching herself. "Please let me cum!"

"Still calling me a servant." Logan grumbled. "And offering me a sympathy blow job to get to Beauty. Is this a lesbian thing?"

The woman looked at him like he was stupid. "Do you see any other demon around to get me off?"

"Huh?" he replied.

A screeching cry somewhere in the distance caused Logan and beauty to beauty to spin, searching for any approaching threat. Nothing rushed at them, and the only movement was the wind. The demon snapped her teeth at him in frustration.

"Danger here. We go."

"Yeah," Logan replied, still scanning the horizon. "Yeah, I suppose you're right, Beauty."

"Please?" The woman asked again.

Beauty snarled. She moved with astonishing speed. He had time to see the succubus open her mouth and reveal vampire-like teeth.

"No!" Logan cried, too late.

The demon girl sank sharp fangs into the woman's neck. Logan heard wet, slurping noises as she drank, saw a thin trail of mist float into the wind from the victim's neck. The woman immediately fell limp. Beauty pulled back, made a sour face, and spit into the dirt. "Pah! Bad. Not ready."

Logan knelt by the woman. "Beauty, what the hell did you do?"

"Sleep now." She scowled and spat again. "Taste bad. Her not yap, yap now. We go."

He looked down at the woman lying helpless and unconscious in the dirt and cursed under his breath. He looked at Beauty and shook his head. "I can't just leave her out here like this." Here we go again. He thought, remembering Beauty is a similar situation.

"You take female?" She asked. "You sex?"

Logan sighed and pinched at the bridge of his nose against the headache beginning to pulse in his skull. "Yes, I will take her with us. This is the first opportunity I have had to speak to another human. I'm hoping she can provide some much-needed answers." He scowled at the Succubus. "And no, I am not going to have sex with her!"

Beauty just shrugged again and sighed. "Careful." She repeated.

He got his hands under the woman and lifted her into his arms. "Why? You said she was calm."

"Said more calm." The demon corrected. "Venom strong."

"Understood." Logan heaved a sigh and shifted the woman's weight around for the long walk back. "We'll just have to burn that bridge when we get there."

Beauty tilted her head at him.

"Nevermind." He replied. "Let's get moving."

Once again, Logan found himself in the strange position of carrying a naked, female stranger over one shoulder. It was a long walk. Dead Red had led them on a long chase far from the cave. The best path back was not always the most direct. More than once, a winged demon forced them to hide until it had flown on.

The woman was not heavy, but an adult body was no easy burden to carry over a long distance. Logan's back and legs grew tired. Frequent rest stops were required. More and more effort was devoted to his voluntary burden, leaving Beauty to keep a sharp eye out for threats.

"Stop it." He growled.

Beauty looked back at him.

He shook his head. "Not you. Her. She is licking the sweat from my back."

The demon smiled.

"It's not funny." Logan grumped. "Got to set her down. Too... squirmy."

He set her on the ground as gently as possible or tried to. The woman clung to him like a cat, languid and persistent. She did not appear to be entirely conscious or aware of what she was doing.

"Must be the Incubus venom," Logan said as he removed her hand from his crotch and her face from kissing on his nipple and her other hand reaching around to squeeze his ass and back to the first hand cupping his balls again.

The succubus arched an eyebrow at him.

"Don't look at me in that tone of voice." He chuckled. "I get it. My choice, my problem- Good grief, lady!" He finally broke away from her greedy touch. The woman rolled onto her back in a dazed stupor, tugging at her nipples and masturbating.

"I'm not going to get much conversation out of her until this passes. It will pass, yes?"

Beauty shrugged.

"Great. Is there a cure?"

"Sex?" She replied in an uncertain voice.

"Of course." Logan sighed. "Why did I bother to ask?"

They were almost to the cave. Logan walked the last mile attempting to ignore her lips kissing his back and her hands pinching and groping at his ass.

The succubus did not comment. She didn't have to. The amused expression on her face said it all.

*****

Logan settled into the hot springs with a deep groan of contentment. His arms ached. His back ached. His butt felt mildly violated.

Beauty set their newly acquired items near the rest of their loot and moved to join him. The generous curves of her lavender body descended gracefully into the water. She slipped in behind him and started massaging his tired muscles.

Their guest lay nearby in the moss, still moaning softly and touching herself. In the silence of the cave, her voice echoed off the naked rock. The sound was more eerie than erotic.

"Was it my idea to bring her back?" He asked against the background noise of female lust.

"Yes." Beauty replied.

"You sure of that?" he teased. "Ouch!"

She eased her strong fingers out of the tender meat of his shoulder muscles. "Sure." She repeated in a droll tone of voice.

Feeling more than a little awkward, Logan listened to their zoned-out guest pleasuring herself, or at least attempting to. Beneath her moans and groans was an undercurrent of mounting frustration. In the dim shaft of light peeking through the roof, he could see her thrashing, fingering herself and rubbing wildly at her clit without success.

"Why can't she cum?" He wondered out loud.

"Need venom. Souls no cum. Only demons make souls cum." Beauty nibbled into his ear. Judging by the pert nipples rubbing against his back and her hands beginning to roam across the front of his body, Beauty was getting more turned on by current events than the woman was.

"I don't get it," Logan replied. "So this venom not only amplifies sex drive but is also necessary for orgasm? As in humans cannot cum at all, ever, without it?"

Logan thought back to the woman caught between the two male demons and the wild lust in her eyes just before the demons fed. "That really is..." Logan grunted as her hand dipped below the steaming water and began to stroke up and down his growing erection. "...is a hellish torture."

"Not torture." She nuzzled at his neck. "Light fire. Cook meat."

"To feed."

"Mmm, feed hunger." The demon purred and stroked him faster.

"Hold up." Reluctantly, he pulled away and turned to face Beauty. "You said sex might be the cure, but what you meant was orgasm. That's the whole purpose of the venom, right? To help drive the target into a sexual frenzy and ensure orgasm. To feed on." He blinked at her. "Just like you are doing to me... right now."

A long moment passed between them. The only sound was the woman's frustrated moans bouncing off the cavern walls.

"Yes? No?" Beauty snapped her teeth in frustration.

Logan touched his ear. Now that he was looking for it, he could feel a slight tingle on his skin where her mouth had been. "Bloody hell, that's why I am so damned horny, all the time. It's you. All this time, you have been exposing me to your demon venom." He stood, steaming water dripping from his naked body.

"Lighting the fire, you called it." Logan bit each word off. "Cooking the meat."

Even now, his dick waved in the air like an iron bar. Beauty's eyes fixated on it with a hungry look. Normally, such wanton lust for his body would be a huge turn on. Now he just felt- Logan didn't know what. Used? Violated?

Angry. Logan thought. Definitely angry.

He climbed out of the pool. The cool air in the cave against his wet skin felt good. It helped clear his head and calm his lust, though not entirely. Despite everything, his cock still waved around at full attention. His hands still itched to touch Beauty's silky skin. How much of that was a natural attraction, and how much was a reaction to her venom? He didn't know, and it bothered him more than a little. Thankfully, whatever effect the venom had, it did not appear to affect his judgment in any way. Yes, he was horny, but his thoughts were clear. The choice was his to make.

Logan suspected it was simply a demonic version of Viagra, but that wasn't the reason for his anger. That she had been exposing him to it, and feeding on him like some kind of vampire very much was the problem. He had seen what happens when demons feed on human souls. What damage had she done to him that he didn't even know about yet? How long before he too was reduced to a pale shadow?

He turned to look at Beauty, still sitting in the water. "All this time, you have been feeding on me and not just sperm. When your kind feeds, somehow, you suck the life energy out of us. You have been draining my life, Beauty. Is that the plan? Drain my energy until I die and then go find another food source?"

The Succubus continued to watch him in silence with her alien, golden eyes. Whether from confusion or secrecy, Logan could not say.

"You know what? I just realized something." Logan reached down and grabbed his cock, giving it a stroke. She stared, spellbound, at his every movement. "I'm all pumped up on your sex poison. According to you, I can't make it go away on my own. That I now need you for that. You say sex is the cure?"

He continued masturbating only inches from her face. "Maybe I should give that poor woman what she needs and test that theory. What we both apparently need. A good fucking."

Logan turned away. Water splashed out of the pool with a sudden movement behind him.

"Wait!" Beauty called after him.

Logan turned to look at her with a cold expression.

She stood in the knee-deep water, looking at him with an expression he had never seen before. "Danger." She said.

"Really?" He scowled. "That's convenient. But she needs help, and so, it seems, do I."

Again he turned away. Beauty surged out of the pool to grab him by the arm. He wrenched out of her grasp.

"Don't." He warned. "Touch me."

"Danger." Beauty pointed at his erection. "Strong. Very strong."

Logan scowled at her. "Oh, for fuck sakes, Beauty! Stroking my ego is not going to make this better."

"No!" She all but shouted, then took a deep breath. Her face twisted with the effort to find unfamiliar words. She reached for him but did not touch. Her hands moved around his chest and head as if touching an invisible barrier between them. "Logan strong. Maybe too strong. Venom long time in woman. Maybe hurt."

He leveled a stern look at her. "This sounds like bullshit."

Beauty tilted her head and snapped her teeth together in frustration, clearly not understanding.

"Look, I get it," He replied with cold anger. "This is a good arrangement for you. Logan, the all-you-can-eat-buffet."

The Succubus cocked her head and looked at him.

Logan wanted to scream. Instead, he forced his frustration into smaller words, pointing back and forth from her to himself, desperate that she understands. "I am not your servant. I am not... meat!"

"I make better." She said.

"Oh yeah?" He chuckled, low and angry. "How is that?"

"I make better!" Beauty and pointed at the writhing woman. "Cook. No hurt."

Logan crossed his arms over his chest. "I don't believe you, and I don't think I can trust you anymore."

Beauty stepped up and risked laying a hand on his arm. She looked up into his eyes. Her words were softly spoken. "Trust. Please."

They stared at each other, to the chorus of a woman fiercely masturbating.

"Fine." He scowled and nodded. "Yes. Do it."

Beauty nodded, smiled, then abruptly seemed uncertain.

"What?" Logan snapped. "So fix her already."

"Must feed."

"Oh, bloody hell, Beauty!" Logan yelled and threw up his hands in disgust. "Really? You are unbelievable!"

She snarled and spun toward the stone wall. A high-pitched screech filled the quiet stillness as she dragged her claws down the wall, gouging the rock. A rising growl of frustration rumbled out of her plump lips. She pointed at the moaning woman with one claw.

"Beauty hungry!" She growled. "No, make better... eat! Beauty not hungry, make better!"

"This is unbelievable." Logan shook his head. "You say you can help her, but only if you get what you want. Like I am some human vending machine for your snacking convenience. Un-fucking-believable."

Beauty just looked at him. Her voice was soft but fierce. "Logan trust. Beauty help."

He glared at her. Anger at this entire, absurd scenario still churned in his gut. The sense of betrayal he felt ran deep. He was furious; at Beauty for manipulating him, at this horrible, sex-obsessed corner of Hell that she called home, at the Faerie Queen for putting him here, and above all, at himself. Despite everything, and much to his disgust, his dick was still rock hard and ready.

"Go ahead, Beauty." He replied in a low, angry voice. "Do what you need to do." He leaned back against the edge of the sulfur pool to give her access while trying to ignore the feeling of being a dairy cow about to get milked.

She smiled and sank to her knees in front of him, grasping his shaft in both hands. The Succubus caressed him, teased his balls with a gentle scratch of her nails, and kissed the head with the long, lingering, velvet touch of her lips. Slowly she began stretching her mouth around his girth. Her tongue teased the underside of his length. Inch by slow inch, she swallowed him down into tight, wet heat. All the while, her golden eyes looked up, eager for his every blissful reaction.

He watched her back. Watched the expression on her lovely face turn from eager anticipation to confusion when he could not respond as she hoped. All the tricks Beauty had learned to give him pleasure; she now put to expert use. That didn't matter either.

"I'm also to blame." He said as she worked his cock into her throat. "I expected too much from you, and that was unfair. You are a Succubus, a sex demon." Logan laid his hands on her mane of snowy hair. "This is all you know. Feeding. Survival. Ours is a relationship built purely on convenience. You help me eat. I help you eat. To hope there was something more between us was... unrealistic." His hands reached up to curl around the delicate horns protruding from her forehead. "I was a fool. It won't happen again."

Beauty made a muffled sound of pleasure as he began to tug on her horns, guiding her mouth up and down his shaft. That sound, once a source of great pleasure for him, now only fanned his anger and a dull, throbbing pain that Logan did not want to identify. Even now, she did not understand! Perhaps it was just a part of her demonic nature to be unable to comprehend how it felt to be used, controlled, and manipulated against your will. Predator or prey. Life in Hell.

"I finally understand you now, Beauty. Understand us. That's a good thing. Neither of us can afford the luxury of wishful thinking in this place. Survival at any cost, right?"

He pulled Beauty's head back until the glistening shaft emerged, and only the mushroom head lay cushioned on her tongue. He drew her in, reclaimed her throat with his length, reshaped it with his girth. Slowly and deliberately, Logan began to rock his hips forward until his pubes were brushing against her lips.

Again, faster. Slowly building speed and power as he began to fuck her mouth. Again, faster still. She gave no pretense of resistance, somehow instinctively sensing his mood, submitting to his will, and letting him move her and use her flesh however he desired, driving his thickening cock into her throat.

Yes, that woke something in him. His pulse quickened with a shade of sexual hunger darker than any Logan had known before. Lust and anger grew and twined together in equal measure, one feeding off of the other. Both needing to find release.

His world shrank to the firm pressure of soft, plump lips, the wet warmth of throat and tongue, the silken texture of hair, and the rigid curl of small horns in his grip. All of it a cascade of heat, touch, and motion around his swelling cock.

Yes. The Succubus needed him to cum, and given the dark mood Logan was in, this purely selfish hunger was the quickest way to get there. The closeness he had mistakenly thought they shared was no more, but there were other ways. Anger was its own form of warmth and motivation. It was a cleansing fire that scorched and burned away foolish notions of growing affection or even more foolish thoughts of real companionship.

Anger was better. Pure, selfish, sexual need was a measurable goal they could both rely on, the currency of their private little world. Fuck. Feed. Fight. Survive. That would have to be enough. That was all they had in this nightmare realm.

In the dusty corner of his soul, the Beast stirred in its cage. A growl of pure, animal lust rumbled in his chest as he gave in to his own rising, furious need. No deep thoughts. No considerations for her pleasure. No judgment about his own. Fuck her mouth. Cum into her belly. A simple transaction.

The slap of his sack against her chin and the mewling pleasure coming from her overstuffed throat became his sole focus. Using her horns like reins, riding her mouth, pulling her head back and forth like a toy made for his pleasure. Beauty's hands rose and fell at her sides, fluttering like birds that did not know where to land.

Pressure swelled, fierce and hot. Primal lust coiling in his balls. Anger searing into his mind. Lines of color and motion bleeding together into a twisted spiral of pain and pleasure, heaven and hell.

Suddenly, abruptly, he stopped and pulled out of her swollen lips. "Do you want to feed, Beauty?" he asked in a tone that simmered with a quiet fury.

"Yes." she gasped.

"DO YOU WANT TO FEED?" Logan demanded.

"Yes! Please!" she pleaded.

"Then feed." he snarled and drove his length into her warm, hungry, depths as something unseen and unnamed died in silence.

Logan pounded into her throat. He roared. The beast answered, a long wordless howl echoing up from the shadowed depths of his soul. The pain of holding back evaporated beneath a rolling tide of pure, animal release that shook him to his core. The dam burst in hot waves, blasting his warm seed into her stomach, raking his flesh with electric fire.