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Succubus Summoning 101

By: manyeyedhydra



"Dude, are you sure about this?" Phil Rowling asked.

"Yes, now come on," Jake Pulman hissed. He looked down either side of the narrow stone corridor before beckoning Phil into the room.

"What if we get into trouble," Phil said. Wargsnouts College for Warlocks was a big break for him. He really didn't want to go back to flipping burgers.

"Dude, it will be fine," Jake said, grabbing his collar and pulling him into the room.

On the other side of the wooden door was a small room with two single beds. Heavy red velvet drapes were drawn across narrow windows. The covers on the bed were the same shade of blood red. There was a small sink in one of the corners and a basic bedside cabinet stood next to each bed.

"What's this place?" Phil asked.

"It's a spare bedroom for visiting lecturers," Jake replied. "The ones doolallie Dahl doesn't like. It hasn't been used for a while. Did you get it?"

"Yeah," Phil said. He reached into his bag and pulled out a book that looked as big as two doorstops welded together.

"Wow dude," Jake said, his eyes lighting up. "The Daemonica Malefique."

They laid the book down on one of the beds. It was bound in leather, or at least they hoped it was bound in leather and not some other... less wholesome material. The title looked like it had been scorched into the cover with a brand.

"You know what this is?" Jake said, looking up over the book. "It's our ticket to one truly bodacious night of hedonism."

Phil only partially shared his friend's enthusiasm. The book smelt scorched and there was another odour as well, something like sulphur.

"No one saw you take it?" Jake asked.

"Positively."

"Excellent. Then there's nothing to worry about. We'll do the ritual, have a bit of you know what," Jake winked, "and have the book back before anyone notices it's missing."

Jake pulled out a piece of chalk from a box of various vials and other wriggling things and began to draw a circle on the stone floor beneath one of the beds.

"Are you sure this is safe?" Phil asked. "I mean we've only just started Practical Daemonology."

"Dude, just chill. I talked to the Scrote. He does this all the time."

"The Scrote's a filthy bastard," Phil said.

"Yeah, but he knows his shit," Jake said. "He said most of these rituals are just a pile of crap anyway."

"But aren't 'they' dangerous," Phil said.

"Not according to the Scrote. They're only really dangerous if you're dumb enough to fuck them. When it comes to anything else they aren't very powerful."

"Yes, but aren't we summoning them here so we can fuck them?" There was some logic Phil was missing here.

"Ah, but only up the back passage," Jake said, craftily tapping his nose. "You see, it's only their pussy that's dangerous. Their pussy's their mouth. Stick your dick in there without some heavy duty command clauses and they'll suck you dry in an instant. It's safe if you do them up the ass though. That's what the Scrote said."

"I suppose the Scrote would know."

"Absolutely. Rolly was sent up to his tower to serve detention once. He said he heard all sorts of noises while he was waiting outside the door. He thought the Scrote might be giving one of the juniors a real ass-slapping, but then he heard a girl giggling.

"Now Rolly's a bit dim, so he knocks on the door anyway. He said the Scrote answered the door with half his shirt hanging off and his hair all over the place and looking pissed of at someone disturbing him. And Rolly, not having much sense, starts babbling about detention while this slender female hand with black fingernails comes into view and starts tweaking the Scrote's nipple.

"And all fat Rolly can think of is how happy he is that the Scrote's cancelled his detention."

"The Scrote is one filthy bastard," Phil said.

"That's what I mean," Jake said, "The Scrote's an expert on all this. If he says the only thing that's important is the summoning ritual then he's probably right."

Jake opened up the tome and flicked the pages until he reached the right spot.

"Dude, now that's what I'm talking about."

The page was illustrated with a spidery line drawing of a scantily clad girl with horns, bat wings and a tail.

"Just think about it. Soon one of those is going to be right here and ready to satisfy your every little twisted desire."

Phil felt his cock stiffen with excitement at the prospect.

"Everything?"

"Everything," Jake confirmed. "The Scrote said they're complete masters of giving pleasure."

Turning the pages revealed a succession of more explicit pictures. It was very... ahem... educational.

"But remember to stay out of their pussy," Jake said.

"What about blow jobs?" Phil asked.

"Dunno," Jake said. "The Scrote said nothing about that. I think they have fangs though. We should probably wait until we've had a bit more practise before trying that out."

Phil flicked through the pages.

"There's an awful lot of pages in this section," Phil pointed out. "Maybe we should..."

"Dude, the book's like a bazillion pages. By the time you've read it you'd be as old as doolallie Dahl and wouldn't be able to do anything with one of them anyway. I ain't reading it all. You?"

Phil shook his head.

"So just chill," Jake said. He held a penknife in one hand and a squirming white mouse in the other. "It will be fine. Now hurry up and draw your pentagram."

*****

Phil was such a damn pussy sometimes, Jake thought as he brought the knife across the mouse's throat and let the blood spatter into a small wooden bowl. What was the point of being a warlock if you couldn't summon up a bit of daemonic tail now and again? 

Everyone knew the stories about the Scrote, about the sighs and moans people heard from his quarters going deep into the night. There were rumours he kept a pair of them in his room for continuous access.

There were the other stories as well, like about those two tax collectors that had pissed him off. They'd found them one morning, dead in their offices and smiling ear to ear like one of the Joker's victims from the first Batman movie.

Sure, 'they' could be dangerous, but only if you didn't know what you were doing.

Jake looked back at the tome to check he had the right ingredients.

Blood, check.

Rose petals, check.

Silver, check.

Ginseng root, check.

Semen of a virgin.

Jake held up a small vial.

Heh heh, thank you Rolly.

Check.

The semen was pretty much the only thing that mattered according to the Scrote. The older and more desperate the virgin the better, he reckoned.

Jake didn't particularly want to dwell on exactly how the Scrote got hold of that particular ingredient. Again there were stories.

Now all that was required was the right incantation...

And poof...

*****

Phil was busy with his own preparations when he heard a popping sound, as if a quantity of air had suddenly been forcibly displaced. With it came a strong blast of heady, sultry perfume.

There was a demon girl sitting on Jake's bed.

There was a naked demon girl sitting on Jake's bed.

There was a sexy, naked demon girl sitting on Jake's bed.

"Wow dude," Phil said with awe.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Jake said. "May I present, for your viewing pleasure, the succubus."

She looked a little like one of those manga cartoons made flesh. Her face looked sweet and innocent, especially with those big blue eyes. Her bright red hair was cut in a small bob and two dainty little horns poked up out of her forehead.

Her body was a complete contrast to her childlike face. Her breasts were large and full, just like the porn stars Phil liked to watch. She sat slightly cross-legged, exposing a lush pussy framed with a strip of soft red hair.

That smile might have looked innocent enough, but what she was doing with her finger most definitely wasn't.

A dainty pair of red bat wings stood out from behind her back. A second pair, a miniature of the first, sprouted from behind her ears. An arrow-pointed tail flicked about in front of her lap.

"What pleasure would you like mas... yelp!"

Quick as a flash Jake, naked now, jumped onto the bed, grabbed the end of her tail and pulled her over. He flipped her onto her front so she presented her rump to him.

"You've got to show them who's boss," he said.

He hooked one arm around her slender waist, lifted her tail with his other hand and then thrust forward.

The succubus squealed with shock as he rammed his cock into her tight little ass.

*****

Excellent! It had worked, Jake thought as the succubus popped into existence on the bed. Now he needed to be quick. The Scrote was very clear on that. While physically weak succubi had incredible seductive powers. Given half a chance they could completely enslave a man by enflaming his lust.

As soon as she appeared Jake didn't waste any time. He dropped his trousers and leapt up on the bed. After flipping her and lifting up her tail he saw the tight little bud of her anus winking invitingly open at him.

He didn't hesitate and lunged forward, ignoring the squeals of the demon beneath him.

Oh fuck, that felt good.

She looked so tight at first he was worried about whether he'd be able to get his cock inside her, but her ring was so soft it gave as soon as the head of his cock pushed against it. Inside she was so moist he just slipped right in and then...

Oh man.

"Dude hurry up and get your's here. You have to feel this, it's fucking incredible."

Inside she was warm, soft and very tight. The muscles inside her ass tried to push him out, but that only made it feel even better. She was so slippery as well, his cock just glided against the stretchy walls of her ass. He gripped her tail and slowly began to thrust back and forth.

Beneath him the succubus screamed into the cover of the bed.

*****

Phil finished his incantation and looked over to where Jake was fucking his succubus in the ass.

Jake had one arm on her back and was leaning down with all his weight with every thrust. The succubus was whimpering into the covers, her eyes scrunched up and tears running down her cheek.

"Dude, I think you're hurting her," he said.

*****

Dude, I think you're hurting her.

Of course he was fucking hurting her. She was a fucking demon. She wasn't exactly going to respond to politeness and manners. Phil could be such a pussy sometimes.

"Don't be such a pussy," he said. "She's like one of those Japanese porn stars. They always look like they're in pain when they're really cumming like a fucking train."

Ah, her ass felt so tight and soft against his cock he could already feel the twitchings of an orgasm growing in his balls.

"And it's fine?" Phil quizzed. "She's not sucking out your soul or anything?"

"For fuck's sake dude. Quit worrying and get your succubus over here so you can join the party."

Oh fuck, she was so tight. Jake didn't think he was going to last much longer. According to the Scrote you never had to worry about cumming too soon. It didn't matter. They could keep you hard for as long as you wanted them to.

"I told you dude. Her cunt's her real mouth. It's safe if you do them up the... oh man... I think I'm going to... ahh!"

His cum boiled up from his balls and he shot a great rope of semen into her tight ass.

Wow, it was every bit as good as he thought it would be. His cock throbbed pleasurably in the aftermath of a monstrous orgasm.

*****

Phil looked at his empty bed.

Jake had just cum in his succubus, or at least Phil assumed Jake's goofy expression meant he'd just cum in his succubus. That was fast. Phil was still waiting for his succubus to get here.

He looked again at his empty bed. Where was she? Had he got the ritual right?

*****

"Hmm, you like to play rough," Jake's succubus said with a throaty chuckle. "I like that."

Jake felt her sphincter tighten around the base of his cock. It wasn't hard enough to hurt, but it was tight enough to let him know he wouldn't be pulling out any time soon.

She gave her ass a little wiggle.

Ooo. That felt good. A little too good. The air had suddenly got thicker with her strong musky perfume.

Had they made a mistake somewhere?

Muscles that had been trying to push him out suddenly switched direction and began to pull on his cock.

Ooo fuck. That felt nice. Real nice.

"Hmm," the succubus said. "No binding conditions, no protective wards, no departure clauses, badly formed summoning circles. You guys are new at this aren't you?"

She thrust back into Jake and her rectal muscles gave his cock a naughty little squeeze.

*****

Something was wrong, Phil realised. The succubus was rubbing a large breast with one of her hands and smiling. And Jake -- well Jake didn't look in control.

"I love baby warlocks that try to fly before they can crawl. They always taste so sweet."

The succubus stretched her back on the bed like a cat and rocked back into Jake. He closed his eyes and grunted.

"That's it big boy," the succubus crooned. "Feed me more of your tasty cum."

"Uh, but isn't your pussy your mouth?" Phil asked.

The succubus stopped and laughed.

"Whoever told you that baby warlock? We feed through all our orifices."

She began to push harder now, pouting with her full lips as she exerted herself.

"I have your friend trapped baby warlock. He's feeding me right now."

Jake bobbed helplessly against her ass as she rocked back against him.

This was bad, Phil thought, real fucking bad. What should he do?

He could always run...

"Don't you be thinking of going anywhere just yet baby warlock." The succubus flashed her blue eyes at him, instantly freezing him to the spot.

Phil watched as her thrusts got slower and more deliberate. She had both hands braced against the bed and her heavy breasts swayed back and forth as she rocked into Jake. Her pussy was sopping wet and dripped juices onto the bedspread.

"We don't normally feed through our asses," the succubus said. "Our pussies are so much softer and juicier. The men like it more and it's easier to take control of their sex drive and hold them in place while we drain them."

She picked up the pace.

"Still, we can feed through our asses just as easily. It's just a case of finding... aah... the right rhythm."

*****

Jake was completely lost to her lust. It was like a gloved hand wrapped completely around his body. Every breath pulled more of her thick perfume into his body. He was lost to all other sensation but the feel of her tight ass sliding around and gripping his cock.

"Yes, feed me," she sighed.

Her ass muscles milked his cock with long slow squeezes. He was helpless as his body responded, firing another massive load of semen into her convulsing warmth.

She didn't even pause.

Jake was completely trapped. His cock wouldn't go down and he couldn't pull it out of the tight prison of her ass. He was also prisoner to the sensation of her flesh sliding against his. He was little more than a passenger as his body began to boil over in yet another orgasm.

They were becoming more frequent now as her lust tightened its grip on his body and began to squeeze. 

"Ah, that's it," the succubus sighed. She began to rock back and forth with an easy rhythm.

She took complete control now, forcing Jake's orgasms into synch with the motions of her body. She rocked back and Jake felt her soft ass cheeks press against his lap. Inside her his cock dived deep into her exquisitely tight passage and spurted another massive jet of cum into her greedy ass.

She rocked forward and her ass muscles released their grip on his cock long enough for him to feel his balls boil up to full with another load of juice.

Then she'd rock back and her ass muscles would grip his cock and suck until she'd emptied another load from his balls.

He couldn't pull out and her gently rocking motions were expertly milking out his life.

"My ass is sucking you dry," the succubus laughed. "Doesn't it feel delectable?"

She rocked back and Jake grunted as his cock spurted another load into her ass. *****

The succubus had found a nice easy rhythm now. Phil watched in fascinated horror as her body slowly rocked back and forth, each time pumping another orgasm from Jake's helpless body as her ass pushed back against his lap.

How was it possible to keep someone cumming like that?

Then Phil saw the effect on Jake. It was like seeing the air slowly pumped out of an inflatable doll. Each time she rocked back against him and his body twitched with another orgasm his skin seemed to suck in a little more. He was hollowing out right before Phil's eyes.

"Dude, I don't feel so good," Jake said. He collapsed forward onto the bed, practically nothing left but skin and bones.

"Hmm, he was filling," the succubus purred. She turned on her side and looked hungrily at Phil.

The paralysis broke.

Jake was dead. She'd sucked him dry. He had to get out of...

"Ahem."

Phil turned. There was a naked girl with long green hair standing next to his bed. She beckoned to him with one index finger while the other slipped down between the plush lips of her labia.

Oh fuck.

*****

"Mr Stine!" Headmaster Dahl approached his head of Daemonological Studies over the lunch break. "My assistants inform me two of our students have gone missing and security was called out to dismiss two very full and contented looking succubi from the east tower. I hope you've not been giving our more impressionable students certain... ideas again."

"Boys will be boys," Mr Stine smiled.

"That may be, but somebody has to explain their disappearances to the authorities and the school could well do without the scandal, especially after that incident with the IRS. I trust you will show a little more decorum in future."

Stine stalked off muttering.

They were warlocks. Was it so much to ask to be allowed to be a little evil now and again? 

Succubus Summoning 102



AUTHOR'S NOTE

This is the follow-up to Succubus Summoning 101 for anyone that wondered exactly happened to Phil when the second succubus showed up.

*

"Ahem."

Phil turned. There was a naked girl with long green hair standing next to his bed. She beckoned to him with one index finger while the other slipped down between the plush lips of her labia.

Oh fuck.

The girl standing in front of him was completely gorgeous. She had the smiling innocent face of a well-tanned cheerleader and the soft, lush curves of a porn star.

Another girl, equally as sexy, lay on the bed behind him.

Both girls were naked, as was Phil Rowling. Under normal circumstances this would qualify as a wet dream come true. Unfortunately for Phil this was a nightmare given flesh.

They weren't girls.

They were succubi, daemonic sexual vampires. The girl in front of Phil had wide green bat wings folded behind her back. A smaller pair of wings grew out of her head, just behind dainty little pointed ears. An equally dainty pair of green horns grew out of her forehead. The final touch to her demonic appearance was provided by a slender green devil's tale, complete with arrow-pointed tip.

Phil and his friend Jake Pulman had got stoned and then thought it would be a good idea to summon them for some night time 'entertainment'.

It had gone wrong. Badly.

Jake's body, little more than a husk, was lying on the bed next to the other succubus. She'd sucked him dry and Phil had a horrible feeling it was now his turn.

"You took your time," the red-haired succubus on the bed said. "I've already finished mine."

"I was busy." The green-haired succubus replied. Her wide green eyes sparkled and Phil wasn't so sure he wanted to know what 'busy' meant. The succubus smiled hungrily at him. "So what do we have here?"

"Baby warlocks, playing with things they don't understand," the succubus on the bed replied.

The green-haired succubus stared down at the line of an arcane chalk circle. It was supposed to restrict her to the bed and force her to obey his commands.

"I see," she said, lifting a dainty foot over the line. "I doubt this circle would hold even a feculoid imp. Are you sure they aren't seeking suicide by succubus?"

"No, they're just really dumb," the red-haired succubus said. "They thought I couldn't drain them through my ass."

Fuck you Scrote you lying bastard, Phil thought. You put Jake up to this.

"That's good," the green-haired succubus said. "I find it very unsatisfying when they actually want you to drain their life."

"They all want us to suck them dry," the red-haired succubus replied. "Ultimately."

"Ah, but taking unwilling prey to that moment of sweet surrender is the true pleasure." The green-haired succubus looked at Phil and smiled. "For both parties," she added meaningfully.

Run, Phil thought. Run now. The door was only a few metres away. The east tower was mainly deserted, but if he shouted loud enough maybe someone from Wargsnouts's security might hear him.

Come on. Run.

His feet refused to move. He was frozen to the spot.

"Look at him," the green-haired succubus said. "The poor baby's practically shaking in terror. That's so typical of you Rosa. I bet you sucked his friend dry without even bothering to introduce yourself first. You're so greedy sometimes."

"Hmpth," the other succubus, Rosa, snorted. "Next time they might let me finish a sentence before they push me face down into the covers and fuck my ass."

Run damn it, Phil thought.

The green-haired girl was right in front of him now. She was a couple of inches shorter than Phil and looked up at him with bright green eyes.

"Hello baby warlock, I'm Verdé." She put her arms around his waist and pulled him forward into her embrace. Her green bat wings opened wide and enfolded him.

A cloud of her exotic perfume surrounded him. It suffused his nostrils and sent his blood racing while detaching his brain behind a soft focus filter. She pulled him close, squashing her full breasts against his chest as her wings rubbed against his back like a latex skin. She teasingly rubbed her soft mons against his crotch.

"I'm going to fly your body straight to heaven," she said, flashing him a sunny smile.

And take my soul straight to hell, Phil thought.

Her hands slid up his body until they rested on either side of his face. She leant up on tiptoes and planted her soft lips on his in a passionate kiss.

Oh fuck. Phil's senses were spinning from the close proximity of her presence. She radiated waves of lust that subsumed him and drowned all conscious thought. All he could hear was the rushing sound of his blood pounding in his ears. He knew she was deadly and had seen what her friend had done to Jake, but he still couldn't bear to break out of her embrace.

And they thought they could control this?

Verdé broke off the kiss with a start. Her delicate nostrils shrank as she sniffed the air around Phil.

"Oh Rosa, I think our baby warlock is a virgin."

Phil's face burned with embarrassment. He hadn't told anyone, how could he? He was eighteen and still hadn't made it with a girl. It was mainly because of this that he'd agreed to go along with Jake's dumb plan in the first place.

"I'm... uh... kind of shy around girls," Phil mumbled.

"Oh baby warlock," Verdé said, kissing him lightly on the cheek. "We'll soon get that sorted out. I do love making virgins go pop."

"And pop and pop and pop." A husky whisper close to his ear and the feeling of two soft globes pushing against his back announced the other succubus had got up and was standing right behind him. Two hands came round and gently played with his nipples. He was sandwiched between the pair of them.

"You don't mind sharing a little taste," Rosa said. Her soft tongue ran up Phil's neck and tickled his ear.

"Hmm, you did hog yours without leaving any for me," Verdé said.

"Oh please, just a couple of pops. I'll make it up to you."

"Okay, but we take it slow. I want to savour this one and I know how greedy you are."

The tongues of the two succubi met and tangled over Phil's shoulder. He shuddered as he realised they were discussing him the same way a butcher might discuss carving up a choice hunk of meat. 

"Two succubi at once, you're a lucky boy baby warlock," Verdé murmured into his lips. "You get to go out in real style."

Verdé's hand groped down into his crotch and her touch cracked like electricity as she played with his balls and cock.

"We're going to do every little filthy thing you ever wished you could do with a girl to you," Rosa whispered in his ear.

Phil's arousal battled with his fear. His balls and cock were excited; they knew he was finally getting some sex before he reached his nineteenth birthday. His brain was terrified; it knew he wouldn't be reaching his nineteenth birthday. His body was the battleground as the competing emotions quivered and shivered through his flesh.

"So what do you want first baby warlock?" Verdé asked, staring up into his eyes with her clear emerald eyes.

For them to let him go, his brain thought.

His arousal won though and instead his lips whispered, "Blow job."

Verdé smiled and then pouted her very full and exquisitely soft green lips. "So you want to feel these wrapped around your cock?"

She pushed back her lower lip and let it rub behind a very long and sharp looking incisor.

So they did have fangs, Phil thought. An icy current of fear flowed through his veins. He wasn't sure he wanted his cock anywhere near her mouth.

She kneeled down in front of him and gently gripped the base of his cock. She gave the tip of his erect member a lick with her long tongue, scooping up a little dribble of pre-cum.

"Please don't bite me," Phil pleaded. He couldn't back away; the other succubus had her arms around him and was holding him in place.

"You'll change your mind on that," Rosa whispered in his ear. He felt two light pinpricks resting lightly on his shoulder.

"Ready, baby warlock?" Verdé smiled at him. "Here I come."

Phil wasn't ready. There was no way he could ever be ready for this. She wrapped her hot lips around his cock and swallowed him right down until he felt the warm tissues of the back of her throat grip the end. Then she sucked in her cheeks and began to bob her head up and down.

Oh fuck that was incredible, Phil thought. Her lips felt so soft as they brushed down the length of his cock. Inside her mouth her tongue wrapped and twined around his cock like a snake.

The sensation was so overwhelming Phil thought he was going to cum straight away, but she didn't fellate him for long before releasing his cock from the hot prison of her mouth.

"That should be hard enough," she smiled.

She gripped his cock again and brought it back to her lips, but this time she didn't swallow it. Instead she only opened her mouth a little, enough to show a single slender fang.

Oh fuck she was going to bite him, Phil thought.

She didn't. Instead she slowly inserted her fang into his jap's eye, careful not to break his skin. It was an odd sensation as the fang entered his urethra. She squirted a warm liquid through the fang and Phil felt it run down the inside of his cock, spreading fizzing bliss in its wake.

"Succubus venom," Rosa whispered in his ear. "It will keep you hard all night and make sure your balls never run out of cum. It will also drive your senses into ecstasy."

Phil didn't hear her. A warm oil was gently sliding down the inside of his cock and fireworks were exploding in his brain.

Verdé took his twitching cock back in her mouth and began to vigorously bob her head back and forth. She stared up at Phil with bright green eyes as her soft lips kissed up and down his member.

The sensation was too much. Her venom reached the base of his cock and soaked into his balls, sending livid red firecrackers sizzling up his nerves. He shut his eyes as he felt the muscles in his calves and buttocks tighten like over wound springs.

"I think he's about to pop," Rosa said.

Oh fuck, he was going to explode.

Verdé swallowed him deep into the back of her throat. Then she bit into the base of his cock with her fangs. At the same time Rosa sank her fangs into his shoulder.

Phil didn't feel any pain. He didn't even feel their fangs enter his body. All he felt was the warmth spreading through his body as their venom entered his bloodstream. His eyes rolled up and he grunted involuntarily as a monstrous orgasm crashed through his body like a cyclone. His hips jerked forward as his cock spurted deep into the back of her throat.

She moved with him and greedily drank down his sperm with muscular movements of her throat. The orgasm went on and on as her pointed tongue tickled the underside of his throbbing cock.

She sucked harder, gripping his cock with her lips. Phil's cock kept spurting and he felt like he was emptying his entire body down her gulping throat.

The succubus suddenly pulled her head away, snapping the energy conduit between them.

"Oh, I nearly got carried away there baby warlock," she said, licking her lips.

Phil fell back. His legs felt like they were made out of rubber bands. He would have fallen had the red-haired succubus not supported him. Their venom ran through his veins like fizzing champagne.

"Whatever happened to taking it slow," Rosa said. "He's half empty already. He won't make it past missionary at this rate."

"How much venom did you put in him anyway?" Verdé retorted. "If I fuck him like this the only pop will be his brain coming out of his ears."

Phil was shaking in the other succubus's arms. His cock was so hard it hurt. A fire was ablaze in his body. The flames warmed rather than burned, but consumed him nonetheless.

"We need to let him release outside our bodies," Verdé said.

The two succubi exchanged sly smiles.

"Titty wank!" they laughed together.

Verdé stayed on her knees and crawled up his body until her chest was level with his crotch. He gasped as his hard cock was squashed between the soft pillows of her breasts. Verdé cupped her breasts in her hands and began to move them up and down. Behind him Rosa pushed her body against his, forcing him to thrust into the lush valley of Verdé's cleavage.

Phil closed his eyes in pleasure as he felt her soft breast flesh smother and move against his cock. He fell back and let Rosa support his weight. Her own soft breasts squashed against his back.

A cool slippery liquid flooded around his cock. Phil opened his eyes in surprise. Strands of glistening fluid led from Verdé's nipples to his cock.

"You didn't think our breasts contained milk did you?" Rosa whispered in his ear.

Verdé smiled and buried his cock in the lubricated channel of her cleavage. She made little noises of pleasure as she rubbed her upper body up and down against him. The lubricating oil coated Phil's cock in a tingling sheath.

Another massive orgasm was rising within him. He could feel it start, twitching, in his toes and rise inexorably up his legs as his cock glided effortlessly between her two soft pillows.

"I think he's going to pop," Rosa said.

"Ugh," Phil grunted. The orgasm burst from him and he watched his cock spurt a thick rope of semen up between her breasts. It spattered her chin and fell back across her chest in sticky strands.

"Told you."

"Yum, tasty," Verdé said, standing up and licking the sperm off her chin. "So what shall we do next baby warlock... ooo."

Verdé's eyes popped wide in surprise. Her cheeks flushed in arousal.

"You let me lick that tasty virgin cum off your breasts," Rosa said.

"Ooo," Verdé answered. Her eyes closed in pleasure. She stepped back and Phil saw that Rosa's tail had crawled up between Verdé's thighs and was pumping back and forth within her. Wet juices were already dripping down the tail and the inside of Verdé's tanned thighs.

"Have a rest and enjoy the show," Rosa smiled. She transferred Phil's weight to the bed behind her and he fell down like a raggedy doll with cut strings. His knees felt like they'd been replaced with two cups of jelly. He lay on his side on the bed, unable to gain any control over his quivering legs.

Still working her tail up and down Rosa pulled Verdé to her and began to lick Phil's semen off her breasts, letting her long red tongue playfully linger around each nipple. Rosa's eyes closed in ecstatic bliss at the taste of Phil's ejaculate.

"You sneaky slut!" Verdé said, her own tail whipping around behind the red-haired succubus.

"Not the ass! Not the ass! Ooo..."

Both succubi fell to the floor in a confusing tangle of flesh, bat wings and thrusting tails. The musky odour of their sex filled the air.

On the bed Phil was still trying to recover from the after-effects of the two orgasms and the succubus venom fizzing through his veins. The weakness he felt was a result of the energy Verdé had drained from him and it would only get worse if he let them take him to another orgasm.

This was his best opportunity to escape, he realised, while the two succubi were occupied with each other.

Come on legs, work dammit, Phil thought. He tried to will them to lift him off the bed and walk towards the door. Instead they only twitched spasmodically.

Looked like he had to do this the hard way then.

He rolled off the bed and began to crawl towards the door.

Behind him the air was filled with a musky tang as the succubi continued to pleasure each other.

"Hey, no magic. That's chea... ooooo..."

Come on, Phil thought, gripping the rough stone floor and pulling himself towards the door. Not far now. Come on.

He knew he hadn't done much with his life so far. He knew he'd been an under-achiever, content enough to let the flow of life carry him along like a piece of flotsam and jetsam. He knew he'd let himself follow in the slipstream of other people, too content to let them make his decisions for him.

When Wargsnouts had approached him, told him he was blessed with the spark to be one of the select cabal that hid within the shadows of humanity, he'd gone because anything had been better than flipping burgers. 

"Aaa..."

"Ooo..."

The succubi moaned, lost in the throes of mutual ecstasy as they pleasured each other.

Come on, Phil thought.

So what if he hadn't done anything with his life so far. It didn't mean he wouldn't ever do anything with his life. At some point he'd figure out what to do with himself.

He wanted that future.

Come on, dammit.

"Hey, our dinner is getting away."

No. No. No.

Phil heard a rattling of leathery wings. A shadow passed over him. Verdé touched down on her hands and knees between him and the door. She was the same level as him, her smiling faces just inches from his own.

No.

"Going somewhere baby warlock?" she smiled, showing two sharp little fangs. "Don't you like us?"

to be continued...



Succubus Summoning 104



AUTHOR'S NOTE

This is a continuation of the story begun in Succubus Summoning 101, 102 and 103.

*****

"We promised we'd do every filthy little thing with you," Rosa whispered in his other ear. Her hand tickled his balls.

Phil only half heard. His ears pricked up at sounds he heard from outside.

Footsteps on stone flagstones.

A Wargsnouts' security patrol!

He was saved!

"Help me!" Phil screamed. "There's two succubi in here. They're going to kill me!"

Shocked, Verdé and Rosa stared at the door.

The footsteps grew closer.

Moments ago Phil Rowling had lost his virginity to perhaps the most beautiful girl he'd ever encountered in his life. He'd also nearly died.

Verdé, the girl with the green hair, was stunningly gorgeous. She was petite, but perfectly proportioned. In fact you could probably argue her breasts were quite generously proportioned. Her skin was tanned and flawless and she had the easy smile of the girl-next-door.

She also wasn't human.

The horns, wings and tail were a bit of a giveaway when it came to that.

Verdé and Rosa were succubi, daemonic sexual vampires. Phil Rowling and Jake Pulman were warlocks in training. On the basis of some poor advice from one of their less reputable teachers they'd taken on some extra-curriculum homework and summoned the two demons to broaden their 'education.'

Jake's twisted and above all dry corpse was a reminder of exactly how smart that had been.

Phil had thought the same fate was about to befall him. He'd been helpless as the succubus had climbed on top of his body and took him to orgasm again and again until he could feel his life draining into her. She'd only stopped because she wanted to take a longer time to savour her 'meal'.

It didn't matter now though. He was saved. Any minute now the security team would burst in, wands blazing...

The footsteps moved away.

The two succubi stared at each other and laughed.

"Silly warlock," Verdé said. "Did you not think we'd take steps to mask our presence?"

Rosa tapped him on the forehead. "Use that noggin baby warlock. Verdé's cry of passion should have woken up the entire school."

"Globe of silence," Verdé explained. She gestured with her fingers.

Oh very funny, Rosa mouthed as a ball of darker air formed around her head.

"And you baby warlock," Verdé slapped him on the side of the face, hard enough to sting his cheeks and leave a red mark. "What's with screaming out like that?"

She sat astride his chest and her angry face hovered inches above his.

"I just gave you the best fuck a man could experience and you cry to be rescued at the first opportunity. Was I not good enough? Do you think you could find something better in the human world during your pitifully short lifespan?"

"I want to live," Phil said. A single tear rolled down his cheek.

Verdé stopped her rant and sat up on Phil's chest. A strange mix of emotions swam across her perfect cheerleader's face. For a moment, just a small moment, Phil thought he could see past the brightly coloured fish in the shallows of her soul to the slow moving leviathans turning in the depths.

She leant down and delicately licked the tear from Phil's cheek. She dipped her head down and gently kissed the same patch of skin. A little crackle of energy radiated out from where her soft lips brushed his cheek.

"We are predators and you are prey. It is the oldest law," she whispered softly in his ear.

"Then you can't begrudge the prey for wanting to try and escape," Phil whispered back.

"No I don't baby warlock, but your end will be easier for you if you surrender to the pleasures we offer you."

Her face rose back up until she was staring down at him, her long green hair forming a curtain around both of their faces.

"Please," she whispered.

Phil was stunned to see a single tear on the succubus's cheek.

He only caught a brief glimpse before she swivelled off his body to kneel next to him on the bed.

"It's your turn now Rosa," she laughed.

"Finally. My poor pussy has been feeling all left out."

Phil didn't get a chance to contemplate Verdé's strange expression. Rosa hopped up onto the bed with a deft little flap of her wings. Both feet touched down on either side of his hips as Rosa squatted above his cock, her back to him. Her dark red wings folded up into an 'M' shape. She stared back over her shoulder, her blue eyes glinting with mischief.

"I think it's time for a little cowgirl," Rosa said.

"Don't ride him too hard," Verdé said. She moved round on her knees until she was directly behind his head. She put her hands on either side of Phil's face. "I don't want our little stallion getting worn out too early."

"Just enough to break him in," Rosa smiled.

She thrust down and Phil felt another burst of pleasure as his cock slipped between the folds of her labia and slid up into the luxurious tightness of her pussy. Her flesh hungrily gripped his cock and sucked it deep into her hot centre. As her succulent ass cheeks crashed against his body he felt powerful muscles within her vagina grip and tug his cock.

His body felt the urge to ejaculate again and Phil fought it with every fibre of his being. He had to stop the drain of fluids from his body if he wanted to survive.

Verdé pulled Phil's head up into her lap and her hands massaged and stroked his temple. She curled her body over him until her face, upside down, once more hovered above him.

"Don't fight her," Verdé said softly.

Rosa rocked back and forth on his erection. His whole length was fully inside her and he felt the muscular walls of her vagina push and pull his cock in an attempt to find the best fit. The fleshy walls suddenly convulsed and Phil felt a bubble of her juices roll down the outside of his shaft.

His cock eagerly twitched, but Phil fought and successfully held the orgasm back. He gritted his teeth with the effort.

"Rosa's not as patient as me. If you fight her she'll hurt you," Verdé said.

Now that his cock was fully lubricated with her juices Rosa began to move up and down his erection. With each down stroke she slammed her ass against his groin and powerful muscles contracted around his cock, trying to squeeze out his seed as if his erection was a tube of tomato paste, able to provide nourishment on demand. Up and down she went, sucking his cock in deeper and squeezing it harder each time her buttocks crashed against his lap.

Phil arched his spine and quivered as he tried to hold on. No more. He couldn't let them take any more.

"Don't fight her baby warlock. She's going to take your seed anyway. Let it be pleasurable rather than painful."

Rosa growled and speeded up her motions. Her hips slammed into Phil with greater force and frequency. Her muscles gripped his cock tighter and sucked harder.

Phil squirmed as he tried to hold on. His balls were burning and his cock was starting to throb from the friction. Her muscles tightened around his erection and sucked with enough force he could feel it all the way down in his balls.

"Relax," Verdé said. She pouted her lips in a kiss and gently blew on Phil's face. The fragrant scent of meadows on a lazy summer day settled over him. It flowed through his nostrils and into his lungs, washing out all his tension on the way.

Phil stopped squirming. When Rosa came back down and her muscles clenched tightly around his cock he responded with a spurt of semen right into her hot centre. Relief surged through his body and fireworks of ecstasy sent bright streamers flying across his brain.

Rosa accepted his gift with a soft sigh. She loosened her grip on his cock and the muscular walls of her vagina instead caressed his flesh with tender precision. A flood of her juices bathed his cock, settling into and soothing his raw skin. Languorously she writhed on his still-hard erection, pumping more and more juices over his battered cock until the blissful feeling flowed through the rest of his body like a tide.

She lifted her body up his shaft and came down again. This time the motion was slower and gentler. When he felt her ass settle in his lap he again responded with another spurt of sperm deep inside her vagina.

She had him now, Phil realised. His cock was a spigot she could switch on any time she wished. He didn't care. Every time she turned the valve a euphoric blast of pleasure rushed through his brain.

Rosa could have drunk and drunk at the tap until Phil dried up into a desiccated husk, but she allowed herself only two more slow pumping strokes before she climbed off him. Phil's cock whimpered with loss on leaving the warm embrace of her pussy. In contrast the open air seemed horribly cold and exposed.

"There, see how much more pleasurable it is when you surrender," Verdé murmured.

"I can't do that," Phil said.

"We'll, help you, don't worry" Verdé said.

Rosa sat at the foot of the bed and stretched her legs wide to reveal the gaping red slit of her pussy. Purring, Verdé gently lowered Phil's head back down onto the bed and crawled down his body, making sure to rub him with her breasts and pussy on the way. His erect cock caught underneath her stomach. Teasingly, she pushed it down and let it spring back into place as she crawled past.

She reached Rosa and dipped her face down into the other succubus's lap. Phil couldn't see what she was doing. All he saw was the back of her head bob up and down and Rosa close her eyes in pleasure.

It was another opportunity to escape, Phil realised. Tentatively, he tried to pull up his legs. This time his traitorous limbs responded. They were weak and shivering and felt a lot like drunken workers waking up from a stupor to return to work, but at least they were his, for now anyway.

Rosa was trembling in pleasure. Her head was thrown back and a sheen of glistening sweat covered her naked body. She arched her back; gently pushing her pelvis into Verdé's lapping tongue.

Phil pulled his trembling legs up into a crouch and gathered his strength. He didn't think he'd be capable of any sudden movement without falling over, but if he was quiet enough and just slipped away.

Carefully, he dipped a toe over the side of the bed.

Rosa opened her eyes and stared at him.

Phil froze, caught on the spot like a rabbit caught in the headlights of her icy blue stare. Rosa's lips twisted up in a smile as she held Phil in place. She panted as Verdé's tongue found a particularly tender spot, but her eyes never moved from Phil's.

Phil couldn't move; couldn't look away.

Rosa slowly ran her pointed red tongue over her luscious red lips. Her hands came up and gently cupped the full swell of her breasts. Clawed fingers traced circles around her dusky brown areolae. Beads of perspiration formed on the curved surface of her breasts like fresh morning dew.

Look at me, her body whispered seductively. Am I not beautiful? Am I not desirable? Why would you run from this?

Because I'll die, Phil thought, trying to break the paralysis.

Rosa sighed and her body trembled as Verdé's head continued to bob up and down in her lap.

Her eyes still fixed him to the spot. What is worse, those eyes asked, to die in glorious ecstasy within our arms or to live out a dull, grey life, always wondering, never knowing, what pleasures you could have experienced?

Phil tried to turn his head, tried to turn to look towards the door, towards freedom, but Rosa's blue eyes held him captive. His leg came back up onto the bed.

Verdé reached back between her legs and spread wide the folds of her pussy. She wiggled the firm cheeks of her ass invitingly.

Phil went onto his knees and slowly shuffled forwards, his erect cock pulling him forwards like a leash. Between his legs his balls, still full of Rosa's venom, pulsed and twitched with a grotesque life of their own, feeding off his body like a cancer as they churned out spermatozoa after spermatozoa.

What was his life anyway? Before Wargsnouts he'd been doing nothing more than flipping burgers in a dead end town. At Wargsnouts he was a screw-up that couldn't even get the simplest of rituals correct. How long before they tossed him back to a life of fast food service and trailer parks?

The gaping pink slit of Verdé's pussy beckoned to him. She turned back to smile at him, her face both innocent and experienced at the same time.

Phil continued forward, his cock throbbing with a need to once again be sheathed within the succubi's soft flesh.

It was still his life goddamnit. As worthless as it seemed now it was still all he had. He didn't want to spurt it all away down some demon's cunt for a few seconds of ecstasy.

Phil placed his hands on Verdé's buttocks. The flesh was soft and warm beneath his touch. He guided his erect cock to Verdé's outstretched lips.

This was not his choice.

The thought left his mind to be replaced by a cool tide of pure bliss as he thrust forward and felt his cock enveloped by the warmth of Verdé's pussy. Sighing with pleasure he thrust back and forth, feeling her slick flesh slide along the full length of his shaft.

Verdé sighed beneath him and rocked back against him. Her tail curled around the back of his thigh and the tip gently tickled the underside of his balls.

He had the control now, Phil thought. He slowed down and took long, deep strokes, relishing the feeling of Verdé melting into orgasm around him. She sighed and moaned into the sheets as he pushed back and forth into her succulent vagina. 

At the end of the bed Rosa watched them with a contented smile.

"That's it baby warlock," she said. "It's about time you took on some of the work."

She spread her labia and closed her eyes. Her tail curved around and thrust back and forth into her pussy.

Phil had control now. He quickened his pace, slamming his hips against Verdé's soft buttocks. Yes, he had control. He could... unh... pull out any time.

Verdé's pussy tightened around his cock with gentle little squeezes, sending pulses of pleasure running back into his body. She reached back with one hand, pulled his left hand off her buttock and brought it round to cup her full breast. Phil felt the soft weight in his hand. Verdé squeezed her hand over his, forcing his fingers to dig into her soft flesh. She growled her pleasure into the sheets.

She did the same with her other hand, letting her shoulders brace her body against the bed. Phil was pulled forwards until his chest lay against her smooth back. He continued to thrust into her soft pussy, letting waves of pleasure flow down his shaft.

He could pull out any time.

Verdé extended her wings and then folded them back down over Phil's body, pinning his body against her back.

"You're such a control freak Verdé," Rosa commented. "Can't you let the poor human at least think he's fucking you?"

Verdé gave an animalistic snarl in reply. She gripped Phil's hands tighter, forcing him to roughly grope her breasts. Her wings pulled down on him, keeping him pinned against her back. The tip of her tail found that soft spot underneath both of his testicles and pushed hard against it. Her vagina constricted around his cock.

He couldn't pull out.

Phil was on top, but not even close to being in control. Powerless, he rocked against her back. She pushed up and back against him, her soft buttocks splaying against his crotch.

Phil gave a low moan as his poisoned, swollen balls constricted hard and his cock fired a jet of semen into her tight pussy. His upper body collapsed on her as the jet became a river, then a flood.

Verdé growled and wiggled her ass. Her pussy vibrated around his cock, milking it as it ejaculated a constant stream of seed deep inside her. Phil's body sang as it emptied its life into her warmth. He was a bag of water that had been punctured and all of his fluids were draining out of one tiny hole. It felt wonderful. His hands were cupped over soft breasts, her soft ass cheeks were pushing back against him and his cock... his cock was enveloped in pulsating bliss.

Phil lay against her and let his cock gush and gush. His swollen balls had shrunk right down and the feeling of relief was heavenly. He wanted to feel his whole body empty the same way. He dived headfirst into an ocean of pleasure and let his body fall gently into endless depths.

Stop.

Phil surfaced from her ocean of bliss, taking gulps of fresh air as he returned to the plain interior of the little room. The end of Verdé's tail was pushed firmly between his balls, choking off the stream to a little dribble.

She stared back at him, her green eyes once again completely unreadable.

Her wings unfolded, taking their weight off his back. Her vagina unclenched, releasing his cock with a soft popping sound. Feeling completely boneless, Phil slid off her back. He would have collapsed onto the bed if it hadn't been for a slender, but strong, arm wrapping around his chest and pulling him back to upright.

"Still with us baby warlock?" Rosa whispered in his ear, her hot breath tickling through his hair.

She reached down between his legs with her other hand and cupped his balls in her hand. They were already swelling again, churning out more and more sperm despite the protestations of his body.

"Oh yes, you've still got plenty to give," Rosa whispered. She kissed him wetly on the side of his mouth with her full lips.

Phil continued to stare into Verdé's eyes. Once again he thought he saw something there, something hiding in the depths. The moment passed just as quickly as before, leaving Phil to stare at her bright, cheerleader mask.

"Your turn," she smiled breezily at Rosa.

To be continued... 



Succubus Summoning 105



AUTHOR'S NOTE:

This is a continuation of the story begun in Succubus Summoning 101, 102, 103 and 104.

Sorry for making everyone wait so long. Real life intervened.

*****

"Still with us baby warlock?" Rosa whispered in his ear, her hot breath tickling through his hair.

She reached down between his legs with her other hand and cupped his balls in her hand. They were already swelling again, churning out more and more sperm despite the protestations of his body.

"Oh yes, you've still got plenty to give," Rosa whispered. She kissed him wetly on the side of his mouth with her full lips.

Phil continued to stare into Verdé's eyes. Once again he thought he saw something there, something hiding in the depths. The moment passed just as quickly as before, leaving Phil to stare at her bright, cheerleader mask.

"Your turn," she smiled breezily at Rosa.

Phil didn't feel like he had plenty to give. He felt like he'd been hollowed out. He was practically empty. He had so little energy left in his body he felt he'd probably fall over if Rosa wasn't supporting him.

Rosa let go. Phil fell backwards onto the bed and lay there.

"Okay, maybe not plenty," Rosa amended. "There's some left though. He's still breathing for starters." She put her head on his chest. "I think."

Rosa and Verdé were succubi. Phil was a novice warlock and -- up until about half an hour ago -- a virgin. He'd gone along with his friend Jake Pulman's hare-brained scheme to summon a couple of sex demons with the hope of finally getting rid of his virginity. The succubi had taken care of that. They'd also taken care of Jake. Phil was the next course on the menu.

Phil's current predicament had a mixture of positives and negatives. On the negative side Rosa and Verdé were going to kill him. On the positive side, if he was going to die, then being fucked to death was probably one of the better ways to go.

Given the choice Phil would rather not die at all. The sexual attentions of two succubi might be the high water mark of any man's existence, but Phil was only eighteen. He would have liked more of a lifetime before Verdé and Rosa brought it to a glorious close.

He didn't really have a say in the matter. His body had betrayed him completely. All he could do was lie back and stare at the ceiling.

Come on! he thought. He had to find a way out of this. His legs were too weak for him to try and run away and the succubi had used magic to screen the room against any possibility of rescue. He had to use his brain.

He was fucked.

Phil tried to remember his classes. Hadn't they already gone through emergency dismissals? Wasn't that right at the start of Practical Daemonology?

Dammit! He couldn't remember anything. Why did he have to be such a fuck up when it came to school?

All he could remember about succubi was the sniggering and innuendo amongst his classmates. The teachers had told them they were dangerous, but they said that about every demon. Compared to the really nasty demons that liked to set people on fire or eat them alive or set them on fire and then eat them alive, a demon that looked like a hot chick and was only really good for screwing didn't sound that threatening. They all knew, or thought they knew, why warlocks summoned succubi -- there were all the rumours about the Scrote for starters -- and it had been a source of much ribald amusement in the weeks following the lecture.

Of course it was funny. Men having their life essences sucked out through their cocks. It was too silly to be truly taken seriously.

Now all he could remember were the dumb jokes about succubi when he really needed to remember how the fuck to get rid of them.

Phil wasn't laughing now. He'd watched Rosa suck Jake dry in a matter of moments like a spider sucking up its prey. His own balls were boiling as they commanded his body to break down fat, muscle and tissue alike to produce ever more seed for the demons to drink.

Nudge nudge, wink wink, phwoar phwoar. What a way to go, eh?

Yeah, seemed real funny now.

This was no time to be wallowing in self pity. It might have been the defining quality of his life so far, but if he didn't shake himself out of it and remember, it was going to be the defining quality of his death as well. Did the dismissal ritual require words, gestures or both?

"I think we might have broken him," Rosa said, looking down at him.

"He just needs a little perking up," Verdé said.

She sat astride his stomach and slowly lowered her body down on his. He felt the moistness of her pussy as it kissed his navel. He looked up at the ripe globes of her tanned breasts, felt their softness as they squashed against his chest. Verdé fixed him with her glittering green eyes as she lowered her face until it hovered just above his.

Words. He had to remember the words.

He couldn't look away. Her soft green eyes swallowed him whole.

Her arms curled around his back and behind his head, drawing him into an embrace. Her lips, soft and moist, pressed against his in a lingering kiss. He was powerless as his body responded. His arms came to life. He wanted nothing more than to hold her warm body against his. Forever.

Her lips brushed down his cheeks.

"There's no need to be afraid," she murmured softly into his ear.

She brought her face back up until her wide green eyes were staring straight into his. He was lost again, pulled into and imprisoned within her glittering emerald depths. She held him there as her lips crushed down against his, harder this time, forming a seal around his mouth. Her hands gripped the back of his head.

She exhaled and fire flooded into Phil's lungs.

His eyes widened in surprise as her breath rushed through his body, scouring the lethargy and weakness from his muscles. Energy flooded back into his body as if he'd just been shocked back to life. She held him like that, her eyes open and staring deeply into his as her breath poured through his body like a crackling cloud of electricity.

She broke off the kiss with a savage smile.

"There, that's better now isn't it?" she said.

She sat back up, put a hand to her mouth, pursed her lips and blew him a kiss. Warm air scented with the fresh perfume of wild flowers formed a cloud around his head. Phil felt equally as light as Verdé took his hand and pulled him up into a sitting position.

Phil's cock stood up between his legs like a pole. Still staring intently into his eyes, Verdé lazily pumped a hand up and down his shaft, sending trembling shivers crackling across Phil's flesh.

Her breath had innervated him, but at a cost. She hadn't given him energy, but rather her magic had forced his own body into a higher gear. He was overclocked, burning up as his body ran far past the point where fatigue should have shut it down.

Rosa waited for him at the other end of the bed. Her pointed red tongue licked the corner of her moist red lips.

It was her turn.

"How would you like him?" Verdé asked her.

"Hmm," Rosa said. She went on all fours and wiggled the rounded curve of her ass in the air. "I think it's my turn to be the good hellhound," she said, looking back at them over her shoulder.

Verdé guided Phil up onto his knees. His own cock became his leash as she led him down to Rosa's waiting pussy.

"Yes," Rosa purred. "I want to try out that wing trick." Her wings flexed and shivered with anticipation.

"Copycat," Verdé said.

"I know, but the image of some little human all wrapped up in my wings and jerking helplessly into my pussy has got me all wet. It's your fault."

Juices from Rosa's vagina formed an unbroken clear strand as they drooled onto the bed. As Phil approached the lips of her vulva opened like a mouth and hungrily stretched towards his cock.

Phil tried to ignore them. Words, remember the damn words, he thought. It was in his mind somewhere, a silvery fish slipping through the recesses of his brain, too fast for him to catch.

Phil was right behind Rosa. Moist heat spilled from her gaping pussy and swirled around his erection. His body longed to thrust forward and plunge his cock into her waiting warmth.

Verdé wasn't about to let him. She still had a hand wrapped tightly around his cock and held him back, relishing the frustration building in both succubus and human as she brought their intimate parts tantalisingly close to each other without allowing them to come together.

"Such a tease," Rosa growled. She tried to rock back and swallow Phil whole, but Verdé put a hand on her ass, blocking her.

"We've already done doggy style," Verdé said. "Doing it again would be boring, especially after we promised baby warlock we'd do every filthy little thing with him." She lightly caressed Rosa's flawless ass cheeks. Her hand moved across to the base of Rosa's tail.

"There is something we haven't yet done with our baby warlock though," she lifted up Rosa's tail and flashed Phil a mischievous glance.

Rosa looked back over her shoulder, her eyes suspicious. "Don't even think about it."

Verdé smiled at Phil and lifted his erect cock up until it was pointing at the tight little bud of Rosa's anus.

Phil tried not to pay any attention. He had to remember the words to that damn spell. Memories of old lectures played on the inside of his skull. There was the Crotchety Slewis, bushy white hair sprouting in random clumps, his voice scratchy and arms waving as he got excited over one topic or another. In the memory Phil zoomed in on the Crotchety Slewis's lips. What was the senile old bastard saying? It was close. If only he could just...

Verdé's tail prodded a sensitive spot between Phil's legs and the shock jolted his hips forwards.

"Not the ass, not again," Rosa said.

Phil thrust forward. His cock encountered slight resistance at the entrance to her anal passage, but then her muscles relaxed and Phil's erection slipped deep into the soft, moist interior of her ass. She stretched to accommodate him and his cock glided effortlessly along a warm tunnel as he slid deep enough into her for her ass cheeks to press back against his body.

Soft, Phil thought. Tight.

Too tight.

A cold chill shivered down Phil's spine. Jake had already stuck his cock in her ass and Phil had seen the results as Rosa had sucked out his life, leaving behind a withered husk. Now Phil too had his cock buried deep inside a succubus's ass.

Her muscles contracted around his cock. Not tight enough to hurt, but tight enough to make sure Phil couldn't pull out.

Words, dammit! What were the words?

"You wouldn't want to send our baby warlock off into the afterlife without first experiencing the pleasures of anal sex?" Verdé said. Her slender fingers ran across Phil's buttocks and playfully tickled his own anus.

Rosa muttered something back in a language Phil didn't recognise. The words sounded foul enough to make even the crudest sailor blush.

Verdé laughed. "Don't worry. I'll make sure your pussy doesn't miss out." She slid under Rosa's body and Phil heard liquid sounds and soft murmurs as she started to lap at Rosa's pussy.

Rosa purred with contentment and stretched her body like a cat. Within her ass her muscles squeezed Phil's cock and sent gentle waves of contraction along his shaft. The musky perfume of her sex rose up around Phil like a cloud.

"Ah yes, my ass is delectable isn't it," Rosa said.

She began to gently rock back and forth, letting her muscles squeeze and tug his cock. Phil knelt there helplessly, imprisoned both by her ass and the lust she'd stoked in his body.

"Mmm. It's all about finding the right rhythm."

Her rocking motions got faster and her ass sucked and slurped at his erection with greater urgency. Her soft buttocks gently slapped against his lap.

No, this was what had happened to Jake. The memory of his body collapsing in on itself like a deflating inflatable was still scarred on Phil's brain. Not even this grotesque image could turn off his lust-driven body. Rosa squeezed and a burst of pleasure rolled down his shaft and flooded through his body. All other thoughts were pushed from his mind. He drove his cock back and forth in her pulsating tunnel and ached to fill her with his seed.

Verdé broke away from her cunnilingus to let her long tongue tickle Phil's swollen testicles. He felt them twitch and begin to tighten.

Rosa's motions slowed down as her muscles squeezed his cock with slower and more deliberate contractions. She had him and she knew it.

"Yes, pump your life into my exquisite ass baby warlock. Just like your friend."

Phil gave voice to an inarticulate cry as his cock squirted a long stream of semen into her tight passage. Muscular contractions rolled up and down his shaft, hungrily milking every drop from his cock. Phil croaked in both pleasure and pain as fiery blossoms of ecstasy burst all around his body. He felt like an old man labouring for breath as the stream finally came to an end.

And still he wanted to give her more.

"Mmm, delicious," Rosa murmured.

She slowly wiggled her ass, letting his still-erect cock slide against her slick interior. Her tail slid up his chest and tickled his nipples. Beneath him Verdé had abandoned Rosa's pussy completely and was using her pointed tongue to softly dab and probe around the rim of Phil's anus.

"More," Rosa growled. She pushed back hard against him, her soft cheeks pressing against his crotch. Muscles bunched around his cock and pulled it deeper into her body. Rings of warm flesh contracted around his shaft and rubbed along its length. Hot fluids bathed the tip of his cock as her ass sucked it hungrily.

Phil's groan of ecstasy degenerated into the gasps of a worn out marathon runner as her ass muscles tightened around his cock and pumped another long orgasm from his body. It was too late, he realised with horror. She was sucking him dry, just like Jake.

He didn't have the energy to stay upright, but couldn't fall either. Rosa's ass had too tight of a grip on his cock. Instead he hung there, his body jerking helplessly like a puppet as she rocked back and forth against him.

Rosa moaned and grunted like a wild animal. She pushed back hard, triggering another detonation of pleasure in Phil's body as he squirted more of his seed into her hungry ass. Her soft flesh vibrated around his cock, milking more and more fluid from his body.

Phil's head lolled backwards as Rosa's ass noisily slurped up every drop of cum. Finally she released his cock with a gentle popping sound and Phil collapsed backwards, his legs folded beneath him.

He took a deep breath and it left his body as a wheezing rattle. Beneath the pleasurable glow from the aftermath of three successive orgasms he felt a dull ache in all of his joints. His body was aging as they sucked the life from it.

Remember, dammit!

"Aza..."

"Exhilio..."

He was still muttering random alien syllables as Rosa came round behind him and put her hands beneath his armpits. She lifted him as easily as if he'd been made out of straw.

"It's time," Verdé said.

She lay down on the bed in front of Phil and opened her legs invitingly. She was stretched out before him like a perfect piece of art. Phil stopped mumbling, completely struck dumb. Verdé stretched her labia wide with her one hand and beckoned to him with her other.

"Come to me baby warlock. It's time for you to fly to heaven."

"No-o-o," he stuttered.

Yes, his body sang as Verdé opened her arms to embrace him. Rosa gently lowered him onto the succubus's body. Her tail coiled around his cock and guided it to the entrance of Verdé's pussy.

Phil's protestations turned to soft moans of bliss. The lips of Verdé's vulva had puffed up like soft cushions. The head of Phil's cock sank between them and was slowly engulfed into the plush interior of Verdé's vagina. Her soft vaginal walls closed around his cock and gently held it in place. Phil lay on top of her, his body resting on the soft pillows of her breasts.

So soft. So comfortable.

Rosa climbed on top of Phil. Her crotch straddled his buttocks and her full breasts pushed against his back. The succubi wrapped their arms and legs around his body. He was sandwiched between them. Their warm bodies pressed against his front and back. Their musky perfume filled his nostrils. He couldn't escape.

He didn't want to escape.

"Relax baby warlock," Rosa whispered in his ear. "We'll do the work now."

Beneath him Verdé sighed and slowly writhed, gently bucking against him. Her flesh squeezed his cock and sent delicate contractions pulsing up his shaft. Rosa wriggled on top of him, massaging his back with her breasts. She humped his buttocks, driving him deeper into Verdé's soft warmth.

"Time to let your life go baby warlock," Rosa whispered in his ear, giving the lobe a little nibble.

Phil's body was ablaze with lust. His whole being was consumed with pleasure. The cushioned interior of Verdé's pussy wrapped around his cock and pulsed, each contraction sucking harder and deeper.

Verdé closed her eyes and moaned. She didn't need to move. Her vagina did all the moving for her as the muscular wall sucked, squeezed and kneaded Phil's cock. She sensed he was near and pulled his cock deep into her and smothered it in soft warm flesh.

Phil let loose a strangled gasp as his shrivelling body squirted a thick stream of semen into her warm body. A fireworks display of pleasure crackled inside his skull. Her flesh absorbed his juice and eagerly sucked at his cock for more.

Oh fuck, this was it, Phil thought. He had no more time left.

The first orgasm hadn't even subsided before a second crashed into it. Groaning, Phil pushed harder against Verdé, driving his cock deeper into soft tissues that enveloped and squeezed his erection.

Phil tried to detach his mind from the wildfire of pleasure burning through his body. There were only moments before his thoughts too would be consumed by the blaze.

He had to remember.

Verdé's pussy convulsed and Phil pumped more of his life fluids into her hungry flesh. On top of him Rosa kissed his neck. Her breasts squirted warm oil onto his back and she massaged it into his flesh with her nipples and tongue. His body shivered with ecstasy. He felt as insubstantial as gossamer caught in a warm summer wind.

The words were slipping through his grasp, swimming off into the blackness.

And then he had them! Random memories and thoughts played through his weakening brain. In one he watched the Crotchety Slewis dismiss a particularly foul looking imp during a lecture. He watched the old warlock's lips move and then his own lips were moving, copying the movements he saw in his memory.

He knew the dismissal spell! He could save himself!

"Exalarat dom damonaef--"

He didn't get to finish as the words were smothered in Verdé's mouth as she placed her soft lips on his. Phil's anguish was fleeting as he lost himself to Verdé's kiss.

Rosa gently blew sweet nothings into his ear that spiralled deep into his mind and blossomed forth as lustful images. Verdé's vagina softly sucked his cock, setting off a chain of orgasms that drove out all conscious thought from Phil's brain.

"You're ours now," Rosa whispered in his ear. Her tail, slick with lubricant, gently pushed its way into his ass and wormed upwards until the tip pushed against his prostate.

A white-hot supernova of pleasure burst in Phil's body. The continuous cycle of orgasms merged into one long jet of semen as he emptied his body into Verdé's welcoming vagina. His last dissenting thought was blown aside by the hurricane of ecstasy whirling through his body.

"I told you it would be glorious," Verdé whispered in his other ear.

The succubi unfurled their wings and enfolded Phil in a warm, perfumed cocoon. Within it his body twitched in constant ecstatic pleasure.





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A black, blissful curtain fell across his thoughts and Phil surrendered to the darkness. It was a good way to go.



Succubus Summoning 106



Phil Rowling opened his eyes from a pleasant dream he couldn't quite recall. Where was he? The sheets he lay on felt soft like silk. He was used to the scratchy, dubiously stained blankets of Wargsnout's College for Warlocks. This bed was soft, warm and comfortable.

Two faces came into his field of view. One had clear blue eyes and short red hair cut in a cute little bob. The other had green eyes, a sunny smile and long green hair. It might have been easy to mistake them for gorgeous girls in their late teens if it hadn't been for the horns protruding from their foreheads, or the miniature bat wings sprouting from behind their ears. When they spoke they revealed slender, wickedly pointed sharp fangs.

"See, I told you he was still alive," the girl with the green hair said.

"Well I never. I thought you'd sucked him dry for sure," the girl with red hair said.

It all came flooding back to Phil: the guest room in the deserted west tower of Wargsnout's; Jake's crazy plan to summon a pair of succubi; the ritual; Rosa and Verdé; Jake's death.

His... death.

He had died hadn't he? All his attempts to escape had failed. The two succubi had fucked and fucked all the fluids out of his body until there was nothing left. All things considered it hadn't been a bad way to go.

Where was he now though?

Was this hell?

"Am I dead?" Phil asked.

The two succubi looked at him, looked at each other and then laughed.

"No baby warlock, you're still alive," Rosa said.

"How? What happened?" The last he remembered was being sandwiched between them, his body shrivelling up as Verdé sucked out his life with her pussy.

"I got so full I couldn't eat any more," Verdé said, patting her slender, tanned belly.

"That's what you get for snacking between meals," Rosa said.

"I'm alive?" Phil said.

"Yes," the succubi replied, their faces bright.

Why was it so difficult to move? Phil thought. He brought his arm up and would have shrieked in horror had his lungs been strong enough to expel the air. It was a stick not an arm. His skin was wrapped tightly over angular bone. He had the arm of an emaciated famine victim. Phil could barely lift it up and even then his arm trembled at the exertion.

Verdé blushed with embarrassment and looked away from Phil's accusing stare.

"I still had some appetite," she said.

"What have you done to me?" Phil said. "I'm skin and bone."

"Not every where's skin and bone," Rosa said. Her hand lightly rubbed over the sheets covering Phil's crotch and the fabric immediately tented with his erection.

"Exhalarat dom daemonica absu Ixcis!" Phil uttered, spitting the alien words like bullets. Rosa and Verdé backed away in surprise as the cadences of the dismissal spell reverberated from the stonework before slowly fading away.

Nothing happened. Rosa and Verdé looked at each other. They both nodded.

"That was a good one," Rosa said.

"Seems like our baby warlock has a little bit of talent after all," Verdé added.

"Needs to enunciate the 'a' in the 'ae' of 'daemonica' a little more."

"That sound has always been open to interpretation," Verdé said. "It's the force behind that matters."

"It certainly had force," Rosa said. She frowned. "We must be losing our touch if he wants to get rid of us that badly."

"Um..." Phil interrupted. "Shouldn't you... uh... be gone?"

The two succubi returned their attentions to Phil. They smiled.

"Oh we are," Rosa said.

"That spell is an emergency dismissal designed to send a daemon back to its home dimension," Verdé said.

Horrifying realisation crept up on Phil and tapped him on the shoulder.

"Where am I?" he asked.

"Our home dimension," Rosa smiled, showing her sharp little fangs.

"I'm in hell?" he said, his voice quavering with terror.

"Kind of," Verdé replied. "It's a little more complicated than that."

"What am I doing here?"

"Well. When I got so full I couldn't eat any more we decided to send you back to our home."

"As a snack for later," Rosa said, licking her full red lips.

"After we'd explored the human world a little," Verdé said.

"Then that security patrol turned up and gave us a good zapping," Rosa said. She rubbed a scorched looking patch of skin on her buttocks.

"The tall one with the floppy black hair and spectacles was very handsome though," Verdé said. "I think I'll pay a visit to his dreams some time soon."

"Slut," Rosa said.

"What shall we do about him though," Verdé said, looking at Phil. "I'm not sure I want to finish him off."

"He's not very appetizing like this," Rosa said, lifting up one of Phil's stick-thin arms with her thumb and forefinger.

"No, it's not that. I've got a little attached to him now," Verdé said. "It wouldn't feel right. Hey!" her eyes brightened. "Maybe we could keep him as a pet."

"A pet. Don't be ridiculous," Rosa said. "Can you imagine what Nÿte would say if she found out there was a human wandering around the castle. We should toss him to the Wargen."

She walked over to the far corner and lifted a body up out of the shadows. They'd brought back Jake's corpse as well, Phil realised. He watched as Rosa walked over to one of the narrow windows and casually threw it out. A cacophony of screams, growls and wet ripping sounds welled up from outside.

"Oh come on," Verdé said. "It will be fun to have a baby warlock around the place."

Rosa stood by the window, her black wings folded behind her. "I suppose we can always eat him if he gets boring," she said finally.

"We can't really leave him like this though," Verdé said. "He won't be any fun at all."

The two succubi glanced thoughtfully at each other.

"Nurse Honey?" Rosa suggested.

"Yes, she should be able to help," Verdé said.

The two succubi walked out, leaving Phil alone and helpless in the darkened room. It might have been better if they'd killed him, he thought. They'd left him with the body of a centenarian. He couldn't move or do anything.

Outside the night was filled with garbled cries and mournful wails. Occasionally he heard something large moving around just below the window. He shivered. He was in hell. The succubi had taken him back to hell with them.

He looked around the room. Moving his head was just about the limit of what he could do. He was in some kind of bedroom. The bed took up most of the room. It was easily large enough for five or six people. Thick velvet drapes hung from the ceiling above it like a tent. Beyond the bed Phil saw antique furniture carved with designs that were both lewd and grotesque.

"Oh dear, they really have had a good suck on you."

The voice was warm, rich and huskily erotic. Phil turned to the source and saw a tall, voluptuous woman standing in the doorway. Rosa and Verdé looked like teenaged girls with the bodies of porn stars. The newcomer looked like a porn star with the face of an angel. She had a full, womanly figure and despite looking older, was no less attractive for it.

She was dressed in a white nurse's outfit with a red cross on the front. Silky blonde hair spilled out from beneath a white nurse's cap. It took him a little while to realise what was odd about her outfit. It was rubber. He'd seen that gleam before in pictures from fetish catalogues Jake kept salted away under his bed.

"Who... uh," Phil mumbled.

"I'm Nurse Honey." She smiled at him like sunshine. "And what's your name, dear?"

"Phil," he replied.

His gaze was drawn to her chest. Nurse Honey had a lot of bosom and her rubber nurse's outfit had to stretch tightly to contain all of it. She walked breezily around the side of the bed.

"Now don't you worry Phil, I'll get you back on your feet in no time at all."

She gripped the silk sheet and pulled it aside to leave Phil's wasted body exposed to the warm night air. He noticed she was wearing white rubber gloves that extended all the way back to her elbows.

"Tsk," she said on seeing the state of his body. "Those girls."

She leant over Phil until his view was completely filled by the white expanse of her bosom. She fluffed up a pillow behind his head and moved his body up into a more comfortable position. As she did Phil caught a trace of her scent, clean but with traces of a sultry tang that caused his nostrils to dilate with excitement.

"I'll have to start treatment right away," she said.

She gripped the end of her gloves and peeled them off with one fluid motion. She took off her cap and shook out the silky waves of her long blonde hair. It was then that Phil finally noticed her eyes. They were completely white. There was no iris or pupil, just a uniform, milky-white sclera.

Phil didn't really have time to let that sink in before his attentions were pulled elsewhere. Nurse Honey unzipped her uniform and undressed right in front of him.

They were enormous.

He didn't want to stare, he felt like some kind of dirty old pervert, but he couldn't help himself. They entranced him completely. He couldn't look away.

They were enormous.

His gaze was trapped as it ran along the firm curves, ascended the mounds of soft, ripe flesh and finally was drawn, speared, by her erect pink nipples as they rose from a circle of darker coloured flesh. They were real, not like the plastic ones he'd seen in some of Jake's adult films, and much larger than even those amply endowed women possessed.

He was still mesmerised as she got into bed and lay alongside him. Her body was curvaceous and inviting, but possessed not an inch of excess fat.

"We need to replenish your fluids," Nurse Honey said. She leant over and lifted his head up until his mouth was brought close to the nipple of one of her breasts.

Did she want him to suck?

Phil was less than enthusiastic. The way she cradled his feeble body and proffered her breast to him made him feel undignified. Like he was a baby. She wanted him to suckle at her teat like a helpless baby.

He watched as a dribble of clearish liquid oozed from her nipple and ran down the slope of her breast.

No, he wasn't going to do that. He wasn't going to demean himself any further.

"Most men can't resist the urge to put their hands or lips on my breasts," Nurse Honey said, gently running long nails through Phil's lank hair. "Verdé said you were more stubborn than most though. She said I might need to give you a little more encouragement."

Phil didn't really get a chance to ponder what she meant by encouragement before the world went dark and he felt warm flesh pressing down on either side of his face. Nurse Honey rolled over him and smothered his head between her large breasts. His last breath had been filled with that same clean, but slightly illicit, scent. Now his nose was buried deep in the soft folds of her cleavage. He couldn't breathe and there was no way he could push her off in his weakened state. He wasn't sure he wanted to. It felt nice to have his face caught between the soft pillows of her breasts.

Phil was on the verge of pleasurably losing consciousness when Nurse Honey took the pressure away from his face. He was a little disappointed even though his lungs sang with the relief of getting some much needed oxygen.

His mouth was still open when Nurse Honey filled it with the soft flesh of her breast. Phil felt the globe shiver and a sticky, sweet liquid flooded the back of his throat. He had no option but to swallow and he felt a warmth spread through his body as it slid down his throat like warm molasses. The fluid came into contact with his taste buds and all of a sudden fireworks of pleasure were dancing on Phil's tongue. It tasted like the sweetest, purest honey, laced with a tang of the wickedest sin.

He let the liquid enter his mouth passively at first, but the taste was so delicious his lips started moving of their own accord, suckling at the warm flesh. Nurse Honey obliged, letting her breast exude more of the luscious nectar into Phil's mouth. He hungrily drank it down and felt a warm glow spread outwards throughout his body.

Nurse Honey pulled her teat away and Phil tried to follow, his mouth moving on empty air.

"We need to work on the rest of your body as well," she said.

She spun him onto his front with one practised movement and then Phil felt her weight settle on his back. She straddled him and lay down until he felt the soft weight of her breasts pressing against his back. Her body covered him completely and he felt her warmth as it seeped into his withered flesh.

Her breasts shivered again and Phil felt warm, sticky fluid ooze across his back and shoulders. Nurse Honey sat back up and started to massage the liquid into his wasted muscles with firm fingers.

This couldn't be hell, Phil thought. Only heaven could feel this good. He sighed in pleasure as Nurse Honey's skilful hands kneaded his neck and shoulders before moving down to the muscles of his side. Her soft breasts moved across his back, exuding more sticky fluid until his skin was coated in a thick layer. Beneath it his skin tingled pleasantly and a pleasurable glow sank down into his muscles.

She turned her attentions to his limbs, first running them between the soft, sticky pillows of her breasts and then using her hands to knead the syrupy liquid into his muscles.

"Better?" she asked.

"Sticky," Phil replied. He understood how Nurse Honey had received her name. He felt like he'd been dipped in warm, aromatic honey.

"Let it soak in and restore your tissues," she said.

She moved her breasts down to his buttocks. She rubbed the hard nubs of her nipples across his ass cheeks, exuding more of her honey. Then she lifted her breasts off him and let her hands knead the liquid into his flesh. His body was responding. As her sticky fluids permeated his skin he felt dried up tissues start to expand and feel fleshy again.

A thick dollop of syrup rolled down his crack and settled warmly on his balls. Nurse Honey pushed his ass cheeks apart and let her finger circle the tight bud of his anus. The finger roamed around the rim, relaxing the muscles before gently slipping inside.

"Relax," Nurse Honey said. Her finger moved around in a gentle circular motion, loosening up his tightness. "This will feel a little strange, but your tissues need to be rejuvenated both inside and out."

Strange didn't even begin to cover it. Phil felt the warm flesh of her breast pushing between his ass cheeks. Her nipple lined up until it rested in the shallow dip of his anus. Then her breast squirted.

Phil was too surprised to say anything. It was weird, but not bad weird. Her breast pumped more fluid into his ass and he felt warmth spread out across his lower abdomen. His internal tissues, dried up and sore from the lack of moisture in his body, eagerly absorbed her sugary nectar and came back to life.

Nurse Honey filled his interior with syrupy warmth and then removed her life giving teat. She squirted another thick dollop of honey over his testicles and then 'mmm'-ed in pleasure as she ran a finger along his perineum and tickled the underside of his balls. Phil felt a familiar tightness start to build in his testicles.

"Turn over," Nurse Honey ordered, although Phil didn't really get a chance to obey as she put firm hands on his shoulder and rolled him over onto his back.

She lay back down on him, her breasts resting on his wasted chest like a heavy duvet. They contracted and more of the sticky substance pooled on his chest. In the dim light it looked like molten amber. She slowly slid down his body, letting her hands caress and massage his chest.

She slid right down until her breasts rested in his lap and his cock lay snug in the lush valley of her cleavage. Nurse Honey stared straight at him with her weird, all-white eyes. She pouted a kiss and then pushed her breasts forwards and squeezed them together.

Phil closed his eyes as his cock was enveloped in warm, sticky breast flesh. She twisted and rubbed, letting his dick slide in her honey-soaked cleavage. He felt her breasts shiver against him and his cock was flooded with a thick liquid that tingled against his skin.

Phil was hard and twitching in a matter of moments. Nurse Honey sat back on his legs and moved her hands up and down his shaft with soft, shlupping sounds. Phil squirmed with pleasure as he felt her massage her honey into his erection until his whole cock tingled with pleasure.

"Let's check if everything is in full working order," she winked at him.

She leaned forwards over Phil and raised her hips up above him until the head of his cock rested against the lips of her pussy. He watched as a thick gobbet of amber-coloured syrup oozed out from between her labia and slid down his cock, sending shivers of pleasure in its wake.

Nurse Honey slowly lowered herself down on him and Phil felt his cock push into a warm pit filled with thick, syrupy liquid that tingled against his skin. Her groin met his with a soft squelch. Honey oozed out from her cunt and pooled around his balls.

"How does that feel?" Nurse Honey asked.

"Nh... nice," Phil stammered.

Nurse Honey's vagina squeezed and gently pumped more honeyed fluids over Phil's cock. He lay back, paralysed, as the sensations overwhelmed his nervous system. Nothing else existed apart from the blissful feeling of her soft vaginal walls squirting rich syrup over his cock.

She began to move up and down, rubbing her warm honey into his cock with steady thrusts of her hips. Phil looked up at her, watching her heavy breasts sway with each motion.

"Are you an angel?" he asked.

Nurse Honey smiled. "I'm about as far from an angel as you're ever likely to find," she said.

Yeah, the whole fucking his brains out was probably a giveaway there, Phil thought. Angels probably didn't approve of this kind of behaviour.

He felt so good though, stronger, enough to start pushing back against Nurse Honey's body, adding to the movements as she bounced on his hips. He felt like an active participant rather than an unwilling prop.

Ooh, this was good, Phil thought. It felt heavenly to plunge his cock into Nurse Honey's sticky centre. A throbbing sensation started in his balls and started to creep up his cock. He was going to—.

He pushed up and ejaculated into her sticky folds. She pushed down to meet him. Her vaginal walls undulated as wave after wave of sticky syrup flowed out around his pulsing cock until his thighs, stomach and balls were completely inundated.

Nurse Honey gently rocked on him as the aftermath of the orgasm trembled through his body. She smiled and ran a hand through the sticky strands of her blonde hair.

"Mmm, that was to check your equipment is functioning properly," she said. Still with Phil inside her, she folded her body over his until her breasts squashed against his chest. She licked her lips suggestively. "This is for my enjoyment."

Still lying on Phil, she began to pump her hips up and down. The air was filled with squelching sounds as his cock thrust back and forth into her honey-filled depths.

After his experiences with Rosa and Verdé, Phil wasn't entirely surprised to find he was still hard and already on the way to a second orgasm. Once again he was a passenger, slave to lust running through his veins, as Nurse Honey bounced her hips up and down on top of his cock.

Her arms slid under his body and she squeezed her curves against him. Phil felt an odd sensation in his chest and realised Nurse Honey had impaled him with her nipples. No, impale was the wrong word. It implied force and brutality when there was none. Her nipples had simply slipped, painlessly, through his skin. As if her flesh had merged with his.

He didn't have long to contemplate this latest weirdness before her breasts squeezed and a spreading pool of warmth filled his body.

Phil was totally detached from his body. His consciousness floated above his physical form like a kite soaring through soft clouds.




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Nurse Honey's pussy gripped his body with powerful suction. Part of his essence was drawn up into the warm interior of her body. She held it there, letting it mix with the slow moving currents running through her, before her breasts squeezed and pumped it back into Phil's body.

"Mmm. The others are too selfish."

She sucked another great draught of Phil up through his cock.

"They only take."

Her breasts squeezed a flood of life-giving energy back into Phil's shell.

"If they gave as well they'd realise how much longer the pleasure can be extended."

Suck. Squeeze.

Phil was completely lost to the pleasure. He was caught in a cycle of unending bliss as Nurse Honey drew him up into her body through her pussy, then squirted him back out into his body through her breasts. He relaxed and let the ebb and flow of the motions absorb him.

"We can keep this up for a long long time."

Suck. Squeeze.

He didn't know how long Nurse Honey kept him trapped in the cycle. At some point he realised she was no longer sucking and instead just squeezing warmth into his body. Atrophied tissues drank hungrily and swelled. His body was returning to normal. She was returning his vitality.

Finally Nurse Honey gave him a beatific smile, kissed him tenderly on the forehead and climbed off his body. Phil lay in a puddle of sticky, sweet-smelling fluid, but he felt great. He held an arm out in front of him and stared at it in wonderment. It was no longer stick-thin. It no longer hurt to move. It was his arm, as good as new.

"Mmm, I like getting good and sticky," Nurse Honey said. She sat on the end of the bed and Phil watched as she scooped a dollop of amber-coloured honey out of her cleavage and slowly sucked it off her finger.

"Are you sure you're not an angel?" Phil asked.

"Quite," Nurse Honey replied. Amusement flashed in her pure white eyes. She got off the bed and squeezed back into her tight white nurse's outfit.

Phil sat up. His naked body was plastered in her honey.

"How come I feel so good?" he asked. He didn't understand. Succubi fucked the life out of their victims, not back in. Was she a succubus?

"You needed replenishing," Nurse Honey stated. "I replenished you. And had some fun," she added, turning back to Phil and licking her full lips.

"But I thought succubi drained energy, not give it back," Phil said.

Nurse Honey smiled. "The energy was a loan not a gift, fledgling. Be careful you do not run up debts you cannot afford to pay off."

Phil saw movement under her tight nurse's costume. Something was moving, writhing, under her left breast. Similar motions started in the centre of the flat expanse of her stomach. It looked like rats were crawling underneath the tight rubber of her uniform. Phil couldn't pull his gaze away from the grotesque sight.

Not rats, people, he realised. A tiny human arm pushed out against the tight white latex covering her belly. On the underside of her breast a miniature face screamed in soundless terror.

Phil understood now where all her honey came from. She was a battery, stuffed with the energy of countless stolen souls.

Turmoil spread across her flesh as hundreds of tiny limbs thrashed and pushed in futile motion. Nurse Honey smiled serenely. The motions died away, each struggling form dragged back beneath the surface until her skin was once more smooth and flawless.

"I would be wary of calling on my services too often, fledgling warlock," Nurse Honey said. She blew him a kiss and walked from the room. Phil was left alone in the dark bedroom, surrounded by his fears and the dissonant cries of madness and despair spilling in from the night outside.

To be continued... 

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AUTHOR'S NOTE

Yeah, I'm as mystified by Phil's continuing survival as everyone else. It seems like this story still has a way to run and will no doubt end up in some very odd places while I figure out what the hell Verdé is up to.

I don't want to devote all my time to this as I have other ideas I want to get written as well. Life permitting, I'm going to try and get updates out on a monthly basis, although this is tentative. I hope you continue to enjoy Phil's stay of execution while it lasts. 

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Succubus Summoning 107



Phil lay on a big bed and listened to the noises of the night outside. Large animals snuffled about beneath the windows. Occasionally the silence was punctuated with a cacophony of howls and growls that clawed at his sanity and threatened to tear it asunder.

Phil was in hell.

Previous to his current predicament he'd been a rather mediocre student at the Wargsnouts College for Warlocks. Despite his obvious mediocrity he and a friend had decided to summon up a pair of sex daemons for a laugh.

It had not been a good idea.

Now Phil was in hell and a prisoner of those same sex daemons while they decided whether to make him their pet, sex toy or light evening snack. At least he was still alive. He wasn't in bad condition either, he thought, trying out his arm. Nurse Honey had done a good job, although Phil was a little fearful of what the final cost would be.

He tested his legs. They seemed to be working fine. Maybe he should try and sneak—.

"Hey fledgling warlock."

Phil's spirits fell while his cock rose in betrayal. They were back.

Rosa and Verdé, the two succubi that had kidnapped him and brought him back to hell, stood in the doorway. You could almost mistake them for gorgeous teen cheerleaders. Okay, gorgeous, fantastically well endowed teen cheerleaders. Their wings, horns and tail dispelled that illusion, but it didn't seem to detract from their overall attractiveness.

Phil was surprised to see they were wearing clothes. It was the first time he'd seen them in anything other than their birthday suits. He was less surprised by the lack of either convention or concealment in the outfits they'd selected.

Verdé was wearing a diaphanous green robe. Underneath it she wore a light-green bodice that pushed up her tanned breasts and showed off the lush valley of her cleavage. A corset extended halfway down the flat expanse of her stomach. She didn't feel the need to wear anything beneath that and the plush folds of her sex were exposed to the world.

Rosa was wearing even less. Phil wasn't sure what she was wearing even qualified as clothes. She was wearing a series of studded red leather belts. They looped under her naked breasts and formed a series of hoops across her flat midriff. She finished off her outfit with a studded dog collar and two leather boots with spiked heels that came up to her thighs. There wasn't anything covering the lush folds of her sex either.

"Honey's done a very good job," Rosa said. "Our little warlock looks positively delicious."

She bounded up onto the bed with catlike grace and was on top of Phil before he even had a chance to scoot backwards. She crouched above him and smiled, her eyes gleaming with hunger.

"Tasty enough for a quick suck," Rosa said. She pushed her hips down and rubbed Phil's semi-erect cock down the moist cleft of her pussy. Phil sprang straight to full hardness and he shivered both in fear and pleasurable anticipation.

Rosa smiled down at him and licked her tongue over luscious red lips. Phil's nostrils filled with her powerful musky perfume. His eyes were filled with the vision of her perfect breasts dangling before him like ripe fruit. He knew it was her powerful sexual aura taking control of his thoughts and desires, but even though he knew it he still couldn't resist her. Rosa stared deeply into his eyes and gently rotated her hips, teasing his growing erection.

"Rosa!" Verdé said sternly, cutting through the succubus's spell.

Rosa looked up guiltily. Verdé stood by the side of the bed with her hands on her hips.

"I thought we were going to show our fledgling warlock around the castle," Verdé reminded.

"I only wanted a little suck first," Rosa said. She lowered her hips until the plush lips of her labia lightly kissed the tip of Phil's cock.

"Later," Verdé ordered. She looked down at Phil. He was still plastered in Nurse Honey's sticky fluids. "Nurse Honey works wonders, but her attentions are very messy. I'm sure our fledgling warlock would like a bath to clean himself off."

"I can get him all clean," Rosa said. She ran her tongue up Phil's chest.

"Remember what happened last time," Verdé said.

"Yes I know, Nurse Honey's honey is too sweet for me," Rosa said. She got up off Phil and swung her legs back over the side of the bed.

Phil's traitorous organ twitched in disappointment. He tried to ignore it.

"Come on fledgling," Verdé said, beckoning him with a sunny smile. "Let's get you cleaned up."

Phil slid off the giant bed, his erection flopping awkwardly in front of him. At least his limbs seemed to be back under his control, not that there was anywhere he could run to.

The succubi were already leaving the room.

"Um, shouldn't I put something on," he asked.

"Don't be silly," Verdé said. "Why would you need clothes here?"

"It's a pain to tear them off every time we want to fuck you," Rosa said.

"You're just fine as you are," Verdé smiled. "Now come along."

Phil tried to hide his obvious erection with his hands and shuffled after them. The castle was large and despite the walls being mainly composed of bare black stone, it was warm enough for Phil to feel comfortable despite being naked.

He wondered where the bathroom was. The succubi led him down long corridors carpeted in plush red velvet, through airy hallways lined with erotic statues and down so many flights of steps he didn't relish the thought of the journey back.

The décor of the castle was overtly sexual. Everywhere Phil looked he saw paintings and sculptures depicting acts so lewd they'd make a whore blush. Even the gilded candelabra lining the walls were moulded in the shape of naked women. The candles within them produced a scented smoke that made Phil feel a little light-headed.

"What haven't we done yet with our fledgling warlock?" Verdé asked as they walked along.

"Killed him and sucked out his soul," Rosa replied. She turned back and flashed Phil a smile that showed off her fangs.

"Tut tut," Verdé said. "Stop frightening him. Is that any way to treat a pet?"

"I haven't set him on fire yet."

Phil whitened.

"Let's get back to sex," Verdé said. She dropped back and put an arm around Phil's waist. A wing folded round Phil's other shoulder. "To think he was a virgin when we met him. Since then we've done missionary, oral, breast relief..."

"Anal," Rosa frowned, rubbing her ass.

"... doggie style, cow girl, reverse cow girl..." Verdé's tail coiled around Phil's erection and started to tug him off.

"I've even fucked him in the ass with my tail," Rosa said.

She noticed Phil's shocked expression.

"You were fairly far gone at the time," she added.

"Hmm, what left to do," Verdé said. Her tail moved up and down Phil's cock with faster strokes. His knees started to feel a little wobbly. "We'll think of something after your bath."

"Shit, it's Nÿte," Rosa hissed. "Quick, hide him."

Phil was bundled into one of the dark alcoves that lined the corridor. Verdé held him firmly in place and put a hand over his mouth.

A regular clicking sound reverberated around the stone walls. When Nÿte came into view Phil realised it was the sound of her long, wickedly pointed stiletto heels striking the stone floor.

Rosa and Verdé looked like extremely slutty high school teenagers. Nurse Honey looked like an angel cast in a porn film.

Nÿte looked like a demon.

She was beautiful, possibly the most beautiful of the succubi Phil had seen. The contours of her face were a little sharper, as if she'd been sculpted by an old master. There was a cruel cast to her features though and her expression was so cold it covered the eyes in a layer of frost just to gaze upon her.

Her body was as scorching hot as any other succubus. Her generous curves were squeezed into a tight black leather catsuit. The V of the neck was cut low enough to reveal the milky-white hemispheres of her breasts. Her long black hair was tied up behind her head in an austere ponytail. Jet black wings were folded behind her back. A coiled whip hung from her left hip.

She looked exactly like the pictures of demonesses Phil had seen in textbooks at Wargsnouts. The ones the students were warned never, ever, to attempt summoning. Phil knew Rosa was scary; he'd watched her suck all of the life out of Jake. Nÿte was terrifying. He didn't want to imagine what she could do to him.

Nÿte stopped and turned her head. For a moment Phil thought those empty black eyes were staring directly into his soul. Then she turned away and carried on walking down the corridor, her deportment as regal as a queen's.

Rosa and Verdé waited until the clicking sound of her heels had faded away before ushering Phil out from their hiding place in the alcove.

"You should stay out of her way," Verdé said.

"Pleasure and pain are a little mixed up for her, if you know what I mean," Rosa added.

"Is she in charge?" Phil asked.

Both succubi seemed a little nonplussed by the question. Phil had assumed there must be some form of hierarchy in hell. Judging by Rosa and Verdé's reaction to her and the regal way she carried herself, he'd assumed Nÿte was the boss around here. Now he wasn't so sure his first impression was correct. Rosa and Verdé looked at him weirdly, as if what he'd said hadn't made sense at all. Maybe they didn't follow any conventional hierarchy.

"Who else is here?" he asked. They'd walked quite a way through the castle and Nÿte was the first living thing he'd seen other than Rosa and Verdé.

They walked down a steep flight of stone steps somewhere deep in the belly of the castle. The air was a little cooler here.

"Well there's me and Verdé," Rosa said.

"I'll show you my gardens later," Verdé said with a girlish giggle. Her tail flicked up between his legs and tickled his balls.

"Nurse Honey..." Rosa continued.

"Who you've met," Verdé added.

"Nÿte..."

"Who you don't want to meet."

"And C?rµl?a."

"Oh, yes. C?rµl?a."

"Who's completely crazy."

"Be fair," Verdé admonished. "She's a lovely girl, if a little eccentric."

"Crazy," Rosa stated.

"You probably don't want to meet her either," Verdé said. "But enough chatter, it's time to get you cleaned up." She put her hands on his shoulders and steered him through a door.

The room beyond took Phil's breath away. This was the bathroom...?

It was enormous, a cavern tiled in rich black marble. At the centre was a large circular pool around twenty feet in diameter. In contrast to the rest of the room its tiles were electric blue in colour and glowed in the darkness. The sound of rippling water bounced off the walls in a gentle susurration. Blue light from the pool ebbed and flowed over the black marble in complex patterns.

Rosa murmured some words of magic and candelabra on pillars around the room flared into life, filling the room with a soothing glow.

"Fancy, isn't it," she whispered silkily in his ear.

It was awe-inspiring. The room belonged to a luxury palace out of the Arabian Nights. Erotic mosaics decorated the floor and walls of the pool. The taps, gilded in gold, were twisted into the sensuous shapes of buxom mermaids. Above the pool a gigantic circular mirror was inlaid into the ceiling.

"Where is this place?" Phil said. He was a small town burger-flipper. This level of splendour was mind-blowing.

"Currently the seventh spherical congruence twixt the Vortex Elementae and the higher plane of Lust," Verdé answered.

None of which made any sense whatsoever to Phil. He remembered snoozing through various droning lectures on the geography of hell, but they had been absurdly complex and mainly concerned with levels and pits.

"So what part of hell is that?" Phil asked.

"What she just told you," Rosa said. "Didn't they teach you anything?"

"Actually, I think the mortals only know what the mischief imps told them and most of that was made up as a joke," Verdé said.

"They still don't believe all that crap about Lucifer and the fallen angels do they?"

Verdé nodded her head.

"So gullible," Rosa said. She pushed Phil into the pool.

Phil yelped as he hit the water with a splash. The bath wasn't even half full and he put his arms out to stop his body crashing into the floor. He thrashed around for a bit before he was able to find his feet. He stood up, coughing and spluttering up the water he'd swallowed. The water was warm and came up to just past his knees.

Her green cloak billowing behind her, Verdé walked around the edge of the pool, turning on the taps as she went. Warm water gushed out of the mouths of golden sirens.

"Water's boring," Rosa said, lounging on the side of the pool and running her fingers through the stream. "We should fill up the bath with blood and have some real fun."

"Now now Rosa, you'll only terrify our fledgling warlock."

Phil turned in the centre of the pool, trying to keep both Verdé and Rosa in view. It got harder as Verdé continued her circuit of the pool.

"What about sperm," Rosa said. "I know you like a good sperm bath."

Verdé frowned. "I'm not sure that would appeal to our fledgling."

Phil nodded his head in rapid agreement. The thought made him feel queasy.

Verdé removed her cloak and bodice and sat down at the edge of the pool. She dipped her feet into the water. Rosa was also naked and lay on the side a little way from her. She dipped her tail into the water and lazily swirled it in circles.

"Rinse?" Rosa said, glancing slyly at Verdé.

"Yes, rinse," Verdé smiled back. She dipped her tail into the water.

"Enhalarat mod Aquaselecum," both succubi said.

The water around their tails bubbled frenetically for a moment before becoming as still as glass. Phil backed away, unsure of what magic the sex daemons were about to inflict on him.

Two forms sprang up out of the water. They were unmistakeably female and an idealised version of the form. They were tall and slender, with full, upswept breasts; figures that would grace the centrefold of any magazine. They were also composed entirely of water. Phil could see right through them. Their large breasts bobbed and jiggled like thick jelly.

What were they? Phil thought.

The two water nymphs looked at Phil, glanced mischievously at each other, licked full pouting lips and suddenly dived under the surface. Long fish tails rose up and splashed down behind them.

This was not good, Phil thought. He turned to run, but other than displacing large amounts of water with his knees, didn't get anywhere very fast.

Water swirled around him and the air was filled with silvery giggles. Hands gripped his ankles and tugged, pulling him beneath the surface. The next few moments were a confusion of spray and bubbles as unseen hands grabbed his body and spun him round and round until he had no idea which way was up or down.

Finally he thrashed free and got back to his feet, coughing up the water he'd swallowed. He was back in the centre of the pool. The two water elementals, undines, circled him like sharks. Rosa and Verdé sat on the side of the pool and watched his struggles with quiet amusement.

An undine exploded out of the water in front of him and shook a long mane of spray and bubbles. Her breasts, made entirely of water, bounced in defiance of all gravity. She surged forward, giggling like ripples on a stream. She moved too fast for Phil and before he could dodge, she rose up, encircled his head with her arms and pulled him down until his face was pushed into her substantial cleavage.

Despite her transparent appearance her breasts felt as firm as a normal woman's. Phil might even have enjoyed the situation, but his face was wedged so tightly between her breasts it was hard to breathe. He started to struggle and the Undine held him more tightly. She laughed like water babbling over stones in a brook.

Phil opened his mouth to try and suck in much needed oxygen and found it filled with water. The undine had pushed him right into her chest and he was currently trying to breathe in the water of her body. He watched bubbles rise up inside her liquid form as he gagged on the water filling his throat and lungs.

Black spots were dancing across his vision when the undine finally released him. She giggled as he staggered backwards, coughing and retching.

Warm liquid arms encircled his waist and pulled him back onto a body as soft as jelly yet firm enough to hold him in place. The first undine, the one that had thought it fun to try and drown him in her cleavage, slid through the water towards him, purpose written on her face. Playtime was over, Phil realised.

She pushed her warm body against Phil. Her full lips pursed and she pressed them against his. As they kissed water flooded into Phil's mouth. He gagged and forced himself to gulp it down, reasoning it was better if the water entered his stomach rather than his lungs.

The undine pushed her hips forward. Two soft lips parted and Phil's semi-erect cock was sucked into a warm, soft channel.

Water continued to flow into Phil as she kept up the kiss. His stomach felt bloated and the pressure in his bladder started to rise and become uncomfortable.

"You can relieve yourself in her," a silvery voice whispered in his ear. "It's what she wants."

Her vagina closed around his cock so tightly it felt like he'd been absorbed through her skin and into the liquid centre of her body. The currents flowing through her body toyed with his cock.

Phil couldn't stop himself. A stream of piss issued from his cock and mixed with the swirling currents of her body. He was disgusted at what he'd done, but felt a palpable sense of relief as the pressure on his bladder relented.

The undine shuddered and shivered in orgasm. Her body grew warmer and more solid. A firmer suction enfolded Phil's cock and softly stroked him to full erection.

She broke off the kiss. "Free your fluids and let them flow with mine," she whispered, her glassy eyes staring intently into his.

Her lips crushed back against his and this time the flow was reversed. He felt the water in his body seep out through his mouth and lips and enter her body. Sweat welled up through his pores and was absorbed into the undine behind him.

They were drinking him, he realised, gulping down his life in long thirsty swallows.

The flowing suction around his cock grew faster and stronger. A surge of relief, greater even than the emptying of his swollen bladder, gripped him as he thrust forwards and ejaculated a great rope of semen into the undine's liquid centre.

The suction grew even stronger and the orgasm showed no signs of ending. Only it wasn't sperm Phil was ejaculating now, but water, all the moisture in his body gushing into her in one never-ending stream.

"Exhalarat dom Aquaselecum."

An arrow-pointed tail thrust through the head of the undine. The nymph gave a disappointed moan, like water flowing through dark caves, as her body lost its cohesion and collapsed into the bath, once again plain water. The same happened behind him, releasing Phil from the undine's gelid grip.

"You shouldn't let such low level spirits boss you around," Rosa said. She lounged on the side of the pool behind him like a cat.

"They tried to suck out all the water in my body," Phil said. His lips felt cracked and parched, courtesy of the undine's kiss, but he was otherwise fine.

"They are vulgar aren't they," Verdé said. She slipped into the pool with barely a splash. "Time for some bubble bath, don't you think?" she asked Rosa.

Rosa smiled and snapped her fingers. A thick creamy liquid oozed from both the breasts and vaginas of the mermaid taps and poured into the bath. Water continued to gush from the mermaids' mouths and the bath started to foam up with great drifts of shimmering bubbles.

"Mmm, this is luxurious don't you think," Verdé said, relaxing against the side of the pool.




Succubus Summoning 107



A slippery layer of foam sat on the surface of the water. A cloying fragrance filled Phil's nostrils and made him feel a little light-headed.

Rosa slipped into the pool and shared a passionate kiss with Verdé.

"Lather?" she said, glancing at Phil, her eyes twinkling.

"Lather," Verdé confirmed, staring mischievously at Phil.

"Enhalarat mod Fomulessencae," Verdé said. She breathed softly onto a small iceberg of bubbles.

Now what? Phil thought. His body still felt a little out of sorts from the undines' attentions.

The foam gave a long, ecstatic sigh and Phil watched as it gracefully bent upright and took the form of a beautiful young woman. Two more sighs followed as two more foam figures rose above the surface of the water. The trio turned to Phil, giggled and then gracefully glided towards him. They looked like Playboy models covered in a thin layer of lather.

Phil backed away and again his movements through the water were slow and ungainly. The foam creatures effortlessly closed the distance between them.

Phil looked towards the two succubi.

"You're on your own this time," Rosa called back.

"We're going to be otherwise occupied," Verdé said. She grabbed Rosa from behind and the two succubi vanished beneath the foam. Their moans of pleasure echoed off the marble walls.

"Let's not get too hasty now," Phil said, holding out his hands to ward off the foam nymphs.

"Don't be frightened," the lead nymph said. "We only want to give you pleasure."

She surged forward. Phil tried to shove her away. Instead his hands pushed up against the smooth, lather-covered swell of her breasts. Beneath the thin layer of soap bubbles they felt as firm as a normal girl's breasts, but as Phil pushed they lost their cohesion and his hands sank into a denser patch of foam.

Phil looked at her in stunned surprise. His hands had sunk into her breasts up to the wrists. The foam nymph smiled. Within her body bubbles began to crackle and pop around his palm and fingers. Phil's mouth opened in a 'o' of pleasure. It felt like a million miniature kisses delivered to the sensitive nerve endings of his hands.

The other two foam nymphs each grabbed a shoulder and blew bubbles in his ear.

"Let's make you a nice soft bed," one whispered.

Phil felt a commotion in the water behind him. Fluffy drifts of foam welled up and toppled over him. The two nymphs pushed him backwards. Phil didn't resist. He was still overwhelmed by the sensation of the lead nymph's breasts massaging his hands.

He sank into a great cushion of foam. It gave against his body to start with, but became more solid as he sank deeper until it was able to support his weight. He reclined on the soft mass and the two nymphs lay beside him, tickling his ears with fizzing tongues.

The lead nymph fell forward onto him. Phil shivered in pleasure as her foam body rolled down his arms sending streamers of pleasure crackling across his skin. As her nipples brushed his she finally released his arms and they fell by his side, pleasantly numbed. The other two nymphs crossed their legs over his and enveloped them completely in a layer of foam that relaxed his limbs to perfect stillness.

Dimly, Phil realised he'd been immobilised, but his attentions were currently captivated by the foam nymph lying on top of him.

"Put it in me," she sighed.

Her hips pushed down and there was a liquid shlupping sound as his cock was drawn into the foamy substance of her body. The sensation of her foam crackling against his fingers had nearly short-circuited his mind. The sensation of his cock sliding smoothly into the creamy substance of her body melted it into a puddle.

Phil moaned and writhed in incoherent ecstasy as the bubbles popped and crackled all down his shaft like a million wanton kisses. The nymph sat up in his lap and moved up and down with agonising slowness.

"Feed us," the nymph on his right whispered in his ear.

"Give us form," the nymph on his left said.

The other nymph bounced on his body with slow, languid strokes. Her creamy breasts bobbed and swayed before his mesmerised eyes.

She sank deep onto Phil's shaft and he convulsed as a mighty orgasm shuddered through his body. His legs trembled as he felt his semen gush into the barely substantial form of her body.

The nymph sighed with contentment and settled down on Phil's body. She relaxed letting her breasts lie on and partially envelop his chest.

Phil relaxed beneath her. He lay in a cocoon of foam that felt luxuriously soft against his flesh. His mind floated free in his body, temporarily disconnected by the sensory overload.

A commotion bubbled in the nymph's body. She gave a low moan of pleasure and flexed her hips. Warm foam, thick like cream and soft like silk, gushed from her vagina and flooded Phil's cock and balls.

Oh fuck, Phil thought.

Warmth enfolded his sac and sank right into his balls. He felt them start to swell and seethe with activity. His cock tingled and became even more engorged with blood.

"She's getting accustomed to your body. Her foam will become more and more pleasurable for you." A nymph whispered in his ear.

"Pump her full of your seed and let her drown you in bliss," the other whispered.

Phil groaned as another powerful jet of cum erupted from his cock into her creamy insides. She shuddered and moaned as powerful reactions fizzed through her body. Her legs, more solid now, wrapped around his waist. She tensed and pumped a thick bubble of creamy foam around Phil's cock. The pleasure receptors in his skin went crazy.

Phil's body trembled and shivered. He recognised this feeling from the times he'd been with Rosa and Verdé. His body was breaking down, tearing its tissues asunder and driving all his energy into his balls. The foam nymph was another kind of succubus and if Phil didn't stop he was going to ejaculate all of his life into her.

She sat up, a triumphant smile on her lips. Her hips gently rocked up and down over Phil's cock. His erection was completely lathered in her tingling foam and it was getting harder to think.

He groaned and another powerful ejaculation jetted from his cock. The pleasure was incredible, but his body couldn't take much more of this.

His mind desperately slithered and dug, looking for an answer before her final blissful embrace overtook him. It was words and summoning. Rosa and Verdé had summoned these spirits. He had to figure out how to unsummon them.

The foam succubus's thighs trembled. She pushed and pillows of the thickest, creamiest foam flooded out of her vagina and rolled up his body. Her breasts swelled then pumped thick dollops onto his chest. She cocooned him completely and Phil shivered and shuddered in ecstasy as his whole body tingled with bliss.

"You're hers now," both nymphs whispered sibilantly in his ears.

The succubus on top of him started to solidify. Beneath the foam a devastatingly beautiful woman was emerging. She stared down at Phil with icy blue eyes.

Words. Rosa and Verdé had dismissed the undines. He had to find the correct words for these spirits of foam.

Oh fuck. He groaned.

The succubus rocked slowly on his cock. Her walls stretched and contracted as she pumped more blissful foam around his cock and gently massaged and kneaded it into his erection.

Phil's balls swelled and twitched as felt an enormous orgasm building in his body. This would be the last he realised. If he started he wouldn't stop until every last drop was drained from his body.

The succubus squeezed another thick pillow of foam around his cock and let her vagina undulate slowly, letting the cream melt through his skin.

Fuck.

He could feel it coming.

Words!

"Exhalarat dom Fomulessencae!" Phil yelled.

The foam succubus cried out her frustrations as her body lost its cohesion and fell apart into small conglomerations of wobbling bubbles. Phil spurted a generous rope of semen over the piles of inert foam falling on his body, but the orgasm had an end. His balls throbbed painfully in the aftermath.

"Exhalarat dom Fomulessencae." The succubus on his right gave a disappointed moan as her body fell apart.

Phil turned to the left. The remaining succubus didn't show any fear.

"Call us any time," she whispered.

She took his outstretched finger between her lips and gently sucked. Her bubbles crackled and popped against his skin.

"Exhalarat dom Fomulessencae."

The girl disappeared and wavy clots of foam drifted across the surface of the pool. Phil sank back into the foam bed and sighed with relief. He felt weak, but he was still alive. He closed his eyes and allowed himself to relax.

A warm weight climbed on top of his body. Two breasts, ripe and full, rested on his chest. Phil opened his eyes and saw Rosa's blue eyes staring down at him.

"This is a comfy bed," she whispered huskily.

Oh shit, Phil thought, guessing what was about to come. He tried to wriggle out from under her, but he still felt too weak.

Rosa looked over to where Verdé languidly rested against the side of the pool.

"Fuck?" she asked, bearing her fangs.

"Fuck," Verdé confirmed.

Fuck, Phil thought. She leaned down to kiss him and his lungs filled with her hot breath. Her labia opened up and her vagina swallowed his cock whole. She pumped her hips up and down, letting her silken inner walls slide up and down Phil's aching erection.

"Those little wannabe spirits are only pale imitations of what we are," Rosa said, bouncing on his cock.

Phil's balls had already been fully juiced by the foam nymph's secretions. Rosa only needed a few quick pumps to get Phil gushing inside her.

"I hope you didn't give too much to those pitiful little half wretches," Rosa said. "I'm feeling rather peckish."

Her wings extended and plunged through the foam, scooping Phil up and enfolding him in her hot embrace. He bucked and twitched and fired another bolt of semen into her ravenous pussy.

Rosa growled with pleasure and picked up speed.

Phil was fading into blissful darkness. Dark wings enveloped his thoughts.

"Rosa," Verdé said, tapping the other succubus on the shoulder.

Rosa looked down. "Oops. Um... Uh... I think we should send for Nurse Honey."

Phil slid into welcoming blackness.



Succubus Summoning 108



Phil opened his eyes.

He was lying on a cushioned bench. He felt perfectly relaxed. His body was surrounded by a warm pleasant glow. He looked up and stared into the face of a beautiful woman with long, flowing blonde hair. She was a vision of radiance.

Had he died and gone to heaven? Was this an angel come to welcome him?

He groaned in pleasure as an orgasm shuddered through his body. A surge of relief flowed through him as his hips bucked upwards and he spurted his seed into a soft, welcoming vagina. Warm walls lined with thick honey squeezed and undulated around his cock, teasing out both the orgasm and his pleasure.

No angel, Phil thought as the orgasm finally subsided and he lay back spent. It was Nurse Honey.

He looked up into the milky pools of her eyes. She smiled and kissed him lightly on the brow before dismounting from his body with soft squelching sounds. Phil stared at the voluptuous curves of her body as she walked over to a shower set in a black marble alcove. Hot water gushed over the tanned curves of her body and steam billowed up around her.

"You should take more care, fledgling," she said as she emerged from the spray, "unless you're in a rush to know me more intimately."

A pair of tiny hands pushed out against the skin of her exquisitely curved bottom. They were followed by a tiny anguished face, its mouth open in a soundless scream. Nurse Honey looked down and smiled. The struggling figure was pulled back beneath the surface and the tanned skin of her ass was unblemished and perfect once more.

Phil knew exactly what Nurse Honey meant by more intimately. The room suddenly felt colder and he shivered.

Honey squeezed herself back into her skin-tight rubber nurse outfit.

"Until next time," she said. She blew him a kiss and then walked away past a line of black marble shower cubicles.

She met Rosa and Verdé coming from the other direction.

"Thanks Nurse Honey," Verdé said, looking ahead at Phil.

"The fledgling should show more restraint," Nurse Honey said, looking back at him.

Show restraint, Phil thought. Like he had any say in the matter.

"Yummy," Rosa said, running her finger along Phil's chest. She lifted her leg in readiness to climb up on top of him.

Verdé tapped her on the shoulder and waved her finger.

Rosa pouted and put her leg back down.

"Come on fledgling," Verdé said. "Chop chop. We need to get you cleaned up. We've got places to see."

She ushered him off the bench and bundled him into the shower. He wasn't surprised to see the tap was in the shape of a round breast, but the water was warm and invigorating.

"We could have used this the first time round," he pointed out as the water sluiced Honey's residue off his body.

"The bath was more fun," Verdé replied.

"I still say we should have filled it with blood," Rosa said.

"Maybe next time," Verdé said.

Phil came out of the shower and Verdé was waiting for him with a towel. She dried him off, paying a little too much attention to his crotch.

"Now come on," Verdé urged.

"Where are we going?" Phil asked.

"We're going outside to see my garden," Verdé replied, a note of eagerness creeping into her voice.

"Um, do I get clothes?"

"Don't be silly," Verdé replied.

"I can be naked too," Rosa said. Her breasts jiggled as she unhooked the studded belts wrapped around her body. "Better?" she asked as the discarded leather straps fell around her feet.

It really hadn't made much difference as far as Phil could see.

"We can be naked together," Rosa said. She put a hand around his waist and squeezed him up against her body. They walked down the corridor together.

"You can put your arm around me as well you know," Rosa said as they walked along a corridor decorated with lewd friezes. "I won't bite you." She smiled, revealing one of her wickedly point fangs. "Not right now anyway."

Phil awkwardly brought his arm around until his hand rested on her hip. Her skin was warm and smooth to the touch.

"That's it," Rosa said. She patted his hand.

Together they walked up some stairs and then out into a small courtyard. Phil blinked. He was outside, but not under any sky he could recognise. The sky was pink rather than blue and dusted with spongy red clouds. He saw multiple planetary bodies suspended in the sky above him. They were closer and larger than either the moon or the sun on Earth.

The largest planet was blood red in colour and churned with constant motion. For a brief moment Phil thought the motions took on the form of a gigantic screaming face, but then he blinked and the face was gone. It had to be a trick of the eye, he thought.

Behind the red planet was a smaller ball that looked to be composed entirely of dark iron. To the left of them was a pale, cold looking planet. It looked a little like the moon as glimpsed on a cloudless day, but was far larger and closer.

"That's the Char Pits of Rage," Rosa said, pointing up at the roiling red ball. "And that there is the Soporifikos of Sloth," she said, pointing at the large moon.

"And we're the seventh spherical congruence twixt the Vortex Elementae and the higher plane of Lust," Phil said.

"No, silly," Rosa replied. "That was yesterday. Now we're the thirteenth confluence of Lust Minora in the Sin Cluster."

"Um," Phil said. He thought about it and then gave up. The geography of hell was completely alien to him.

Verdé led them between an exotic looking fountain and a bed full of bright red flowers that seemed to move of their own accord. The paved path terminated at a neat little golden gate set in the outer wall. Verdé plucked a small key from between her full breasts and unlocked the gate. It swung open without as much as a single squeak.

Still with Rosa's arm around him, Phil followed Verdé out of the main castle and into the grounds. He thought at first he'd stepped out onto a gravel path of small, polished yellow-white stones. Then he looked down and his stomach somersaulted. He saw knucklebones and broken bits of vertebrae and realised he was standing on a path of finely ground bone. On either side of the path, grass as red as blood waved in the absence of any kind of breeze.

"Ah," Rosa said. "Help me with these."

A pair of large wheelbarrows stood on the grass to the left hand side of the gate. They were made out of a metal so dark it was almost black.

"Carnivrillarofax has left a gift," Verdé said. "Let's go and feed the wargen."

With what, Phil thought. He looked inside and immediately wished he hadn't. The wheelbarrow was full of hacked up body parts. Phil saw hands, feet, limbs; all caked in dried blood. There was even a severed head, staring up at the sky with glassy eyes. 

Phil turned away in shock. His stomach convulsed as he felt his gorge rise. He bent over.

"You wouldn't be getting squeamish now would you fledgling?" Rosa put a hand around his shoulder and whispered coldly in his ear. "I would be most disappointed should you vomit all over our nice white path."

Phil felt a light pressure as the point of her tail pushed up against his anus. He got the message and managed to choke off the stream and swallow it back down. His throat burned and his guts flopped and quivered, but no spew came out of his mouth.

"Humans," Rosa laughed. "They build weapons that incinerate millions of their own kind in a flash and yet they can't look on a few lifeless body parts without throwing up."

"Who were they?" Phil asked. The image of that severed head staring up into the sky would stay with him until the day he died.

Rosa shrugged.

"Carnivrillarofax sends them to us every so often," Verdé said.

"We use them to feed the wargen," Rosa added.

"Oh look, here they are now," Verdé said.

Further down the hill below them, twisted shapes were emerging from the trees. They were grotesque Frankenstein's abominations. The creatures looked like they had been roughly stitched together from various mutated body parts. Their skins were a patchwork of pinks, browns and yellows. Misshapen limbs jutted out haphazardly from bodies that ranged from around six to ten feet tall. They bounded up the hill like eager bloodhounds, ropes of thick spittle trailing out from many drooling mouths.

As he watched them charge up the hill towards him, Phil felt a strong urge to turn and flee. He started to back away and might have fled had he not bumped into Verdé. She put a hand on each of his shoulders.

"Rosa will not tolerate cowardice," she whispered in his ear. "If you try to run she will feed you to them... alive."

The wargen reached them and skidded to a halt. Slobber rained down from misshapen mouths filled with cracked and yellowed teeth. They stood above them grunting and whining inarticulately.

"See, nothing to be frightened of," Rosa said.

She held up a hand to pat the central head of the lead wargen, an enormous beast with a large cock flopping around between its legs. The head snapped at her hand, gravestone teeth clunking together in the space Rosa's hand had previously occupied.

"Right," Rosa said, her eyes suddenly flashing ablaze with burning fury. She delivered a roundhouse punch that sent the beast spinning to the floor and then followed up with a kick to the beast's swollen testicles that had Phil's eyes watering in sympathy.

"Obeauyasto nida wargenascu!" she yelled. Her hair crackled with static electricity and fires flickered around her fists and forearms. "Obeauyasto nida wargenascu!"

Cringing in terror, the creatures prostrated themselves before her. They whimpered and mewled like whipped puppies. Rosa stood above them, incandescent in her fury.

Phil made a mental note to never, ever, piss Rosa off.

"Sometimes you have to remind them exactly who's master." Rosa turned and smiled sweetly back at Phil, once more looking like the slutty high school cheerleader.

She plucked a bloodied hand out of the wheelbarrow.

"Now who's first," she said to the cringing abominations.

She tossed the body part into the throng and it was quickly snapped up by one of the mouths. Humming a tune to herself, Rosa reached in for another body part.

"Now you have a go," Verdé said, gently pushing him in the direction of the second wheelbarrow.

The two succubi looked at him expectantly as Phil reached gingerly into the grotesque contents, trying not to look at the wheelbarrow's morbid cargo. His hand closed around something that was cold and clammy to the touch and he felt a burning sensation in his throat as his gorge rose.

Just a piece of meat he told himself. Just think of it as a piece of meat.

Grimacing, he plucked it out of the barrow. Verdé and Rosa nodded encouragingly.

Phil was about to throw it when he saw something that caused him to pause. The wargen were a grotesque jumble of human parts melted together. Embedded in the flesh of one of the horrors Phil saw a form he recognised. It was Jake.

Phil stopped mid throw.

The body was twisted and withered, but it was clearly Jake. His flesh merged into the rest of the beast. He stared out with empty black eyes and gibbered through a drooling mouth.

"It's not really your friend," Verdé said. "It's the residue of the soul that was left behind."

"The rest ended up here," Rosa said. She rubbed her stomach and licked her lips.

Verdé shot her a cross look.

"It looks alive," Phil said.

"It's only a remnant," Verdé said. "Like the skeleton left behind when the body rots."

Phil threw the body part in his hand. The remnants of Jake reached out for it with a small hand and mewled piteously when it was intercepted by one of the larger mouths.

"That's the spirit," Rosa said. She picked out a severed forearm and threw it to the pack.

They stayed there for a while, feeding the wargen. Phil became an automaton, numbing himself as he reached for part after part and tossed them to the wailing mouths. The head was the worst. He gripped it by the hair and threw it high. The largest wargen caught it in its mouth and crunched it like a nut.

Eventually they reached the bottom and nothing remained apart from little puddles of blood and gore.

"All gone," Rosa said, waving away the wargen.

The horrors grumbled and burbled, before slinking off back down the hill.

Phil watched them go, his arms hanging slack by his sides. His fingers were caked in cold blood and bits of gore.

"That was fun wasn't it?" Rosa said.

She lifted Phil's hand and smiled coquettishly at him as she put his gore-stained finger between her full lips and sucked.

Phil stared into space.

"What's the matter fledgling," Rosa smiled. "You look a little pale."

She released his arm and it swung down to Phil's side. Rosa waved her hand in front of his face.

Phil continued to stare into space.

"Um Verdé, I think we might have broken our toy warlock," she said.

"Tsk Rosa. I keep telling you to be careful. Humans are far more delicate than us."

Verdé took Phil by the hand.

"Come fledgling. We'll go and have a nice relaxing fuck in my special garden and you'll be as right as rain again."

Phil was unresisting as Verdé led him away from the hill and back into the castle grounds. They walked on a path of ground bone past hedges of dark, twisted vines. Verdé led him through the maze to a clearing of lush, verdant vegetation.

"This is my garden," Verdé said, excited like a little girl. "What do you think?"

The green grass was soft and moist beneath Phil's naked feet. He was surrounded by a riot of plant life that seemed somehow lascivious in nature. Flowers, red like the lips of whores, provided splashes of wild colour amongst the unruly walls of greenery. Vines coiled and twisted over each other and terminated in strange protuberance that were phallic in appearance. The air was thick with a heady scent, sweet and laden with sin.

"It's a little overgrown," Rosa sniffed.

Verdé snapped her fingers and vines erupted from the ground. They coiled around Rosa and lifted her up off the ground. In an instant the other succubus was completely trussed up and helpless.

"I always knew you had a kinky side," Rosa growled sultrily, completely unfazed by her sudden imprisonment.

Verdé ignored her and gently pushed Phil deeper into the clearing.

"Hmm, now if only we had a nice soft bed," Verdé said. "Ah ha."

She flashed Phil a beaming smile and gently tapped the green wall of a gigantic bulbous plant. The plant opened out with a moist liquid sound and unfolded enormous pink petals. The air was flooded with a sweet scent that slithered through Phil's catatonia and sent blood rushing to his groin.

Verdé pushed him back onto a gigantic petal. The surface beneath him was moist and spongy, like a large, extremely soft bed. Still smiling, Verdé took off her green cloak. She unhooked her brassiere and let it fall down around her feet. Phil blinked as his eyes drank in the beautiful, naked curves of her body.

The heady scent of nectar intensified around Phil. It enveloped him and sent his senses spinning. It was like the light-headedness of being drunk, but with none of the nausea. Even after the horrors he'd witnessed Phil felt arousal surge through him in a wave, lifting his cock up to full erection.

"I knew my little garden would get you back in the mood," Verdé smiled.

She hopped up onto the petal and straddled his body.

"I won't be rough," she said. "We'll have a nice, slow, comfortable fuck together."

She gently eased Phil's cock into her silky pussy. She sighed in contentment as she slid all the way down on him. The horrors of feeding the wargen fell to the back of his mind as her soft warmth enveloped his erection.

"Hey! Don't I get to join in?" Rosa, still tangled up in the vines, called out.

"Not this time," Verdé said. "You can have some fun with the vines instead."

She turned back and smiled mischievously at Phil.

"Or rather they can have some fun with you."

"Oh you mmphf---"

Rosa was cut off, her cries muffled as something was forced into her mouth.

"Now it's just you and me," Verdé said, "and a deliciously slow fuck."

She arched her back and slid her hips up and down with exquisite slowness. A mounting wave of pleasure built in Phil as her soft vaginal walls brushed against his cock.

Phil looked up at Verdé's face as she sighed her pleasure. She looked radiant. Behind her the sky was a deep pink in colour. Lush, leafy branches filled the edges of his vision. Verdé caressed her heaving breasts and smiled down at him as she finished another long, teasing stroke. The air was filled with gentle drifts of pollen. If he ignored the reality of his predicament, Phil could almost imagine he was back at high school and fucking the star cheerleader on a lovely summer's day.

Why not. It was a nice fantasy.

He sank deeper into the luxuriously soft petal and sighed as Verdé slowly moved up and down on him. Her pussy was slick with her juices and he moaned as his cock slid deep into her tight warmth.

Verdé raised her arms and sang some lilting words in an alien language. The foliage around them began to rustle and shake. Bright red blooms resembling full pouting lips pushed out of the undergrowth on stems that moved of their own volition.

"Whorelip," Verdé explained.

She raised her head and sighed as the flowers wound around her body on slender green stalks. The red blooms, pouting like lips, planted kisses all over her naked flesh. The flowers fastened themselves to her nipples and began to suckle with a motion Phil found both bizarre and arousing.

Verdé shuddered with pleasure and Phil's cock was buffeted with waves of pleasure. She ceased her movements and instead sat down on Phil with his cock buried deep inside her. She squeezed his erection with teasing little contractions.

The vines twined around Phil's arms and legs. He felt alarm at first, but that quickly faded as the flowers brushed his flesh. The vines weren't holding him too tightly and the attentions of the flowers as they softly kissed him were highly pleasurable. He closed his eyes, lay back and enjoyed the sensation. They wound up and down his body with light caresses. He closed his eyes and pictured himself lying on a giant bed while a multitude of beautiful women planted soft kisses all over his naked body.

He shivered as they latched onto his nipples and tickled them with what felt like tongues. And, rising above even that sensation, there was still the pleasure of Verdé's vagina wrapped snugly around his cock.

The interlude over, she again resumed her slow, sumptuous movements. She started slow, but then began to pick up speed. Her increased motion whipped the flowers around them into a frenzy. Their kisses became more passionate and Phil writhed in helpless ecstasy.

"Yes, fledgling," Verdé murmured. "Come into me."

Two of the blooms curled inside Phil's thighs and began to give full attention to his balls. He writhed and thrashed in pleasure as stiff little tongues tickled all over his scrotum. They gave him no pause or mercy as they sucked and tickled with mounting vigour. Above them, Verdé bounced breezily up and down on his cock.

"Gnh!"

It was too much. Their kisses were electric, sending sparks of pleasure arcing through his flesh. He squirmed and contorted, but could not escape their ministrations.

"It's time for release, fledgling," Verdé sighed.

Her wings unfurled behind her. She stared down at him with bright emerald eyes. She sank right down on him and her soft walls clamped around his cock and began to suck.

Phil let out a pent up breath and slammed his hips upwards.

"Oh yes, fledgling," Verdé murmured, her eyes closing with pleasure.

Phil moaned as his cock spurted a great jet of cum into her hungry vagina. He felt the vibrations down his shaft as her pussy swallowed his seed and greedily sucked his cock for more. The flow of his semen didn't stop and he felt again the draining sensation as she absorbed his energy with it.




Succubus Summoning 108



She could have taken it all. A tap had opened within him and only she had the power to turn it off.

"That's enough," Verdé said, touching him lightly on the lips with her finger. "We're only having a gentle little fuck."

She released him and Phil lay back and took deep gasping breaths as his body recovered. Sex with Verdé or Rosa was like taking part in an intensely physical activity and intense physical activity was something Phil had spent most of his teenage years trying to avoid.

Verdé lay next to him on the giant petal. She put an arm around his neck and rested her head on his shoulder. She folded a wing over him like a sheet.

"Mmm, that was very nice," she sighed.

Phil would have said something, but he was too busy trying to get his breath back. A succubus's idea of a gentle fuck was apparently still fucking a man to within an inch of death.

The red blooms returned, eager to resume their kissing, but Verdé shooed them away. Her hand slid down Phil's side and squeezed his body against hers.

"This is my garden," Verdé said, staring up at the pink sky. "I like to come out here and relax. I find it peaceful."

Phil lay back and watched red clouds scud across a limitless pink canvas. It was indeed peaceful, and relaxing, if he tried not to think about what exactly he was lying on, or lying next to. The moment was sweet, but as beautiful as she was, Phil couldn't forget what Verdé was. She was a succubus. A demon. A sexual vampire. She might enjoy playing with him now, but ultimately he was just a meal to her.

Still, he could lie back and enjoy the moment for now.

Motion caught his gaze. Something was moving in the vegetation far above them. It looked like a cocoon or chrysalis, or maybe some kind of plant pod. It was bright green in colour and suspended from a monstrous, twisted vine. The pod twisted and shook. The walls swayed and pulsed. It looked as if something was trapped inside and struggling to get out.

"What's that?" Phil asked, pointing up at the quivering pod.

He wasn't sure he wanted to know. By his estimation the pod was roughly big enough to hold a full grown man.

"Oh that," Verdé replied. "That's just a wayward soul my plants have snared."

"I didn't realise the plants are carnivorous," Phil said, looking around in alarm.

"They aren't," Verdé said, smiling at Phil's fearfulness. "They catch intruders, but they don't eat them. Instead they subject them to the wildest pleasures."

The pod pulsed rhythmically, the motions lascivious and strangely arousing. Verdé rubbed a finger along the moist slit of her pussy.

"For how long," Phil asked.

"Why forever," Verdé replied. She sighed as she pushed her finger deeper.

Phil watched the twitching pod. A sudden chill ran through his bones. He no longer felt quite so comfortable on the giant petal. Thankfully the melancholic peace was broken by Rosa's muffled complaints.

"I suppose we should see what she wants," Verdé said. She slid off the petal and turned to help Phil back to his feet.

Rosa was currently tied up. Literally.

The vines had her trussed up like a Sunday roast. Her hands were bound behind her back and her legs were folded up beneath her stomach. Bulbous tips, phallic in shape, were pounding back and forth into both her ass and pussy. Another phallic protuberance filled her mouth. Rosa's cheeks were flushed and juices from her pussy were dripping down on the plant below, whipping up the stalks into even more frenzied activity.

Verdé put a hand on her mouth to stifle a girlish giggle.

"Enjoying yourself?" she asked.

Rosa mumbled something in reply, her mouth too full to make any articulate sounds. She glared at Verdé.

Verdé reached into the writhing patch, gripped a vine and pulled the phallic tip out of Rosa's mouth with a popping sound.

"Floverdenesca kalt insineratum!" Rosa hissed. There was a bright flash, a crackling sound and then a strong smell of burning. When Phil's eyes recovered he saw Rosa sitting askance in the middle of a small patch of black ash.

The succubus stood up and haughtily composed herself. She glared at Verdé, her blue eyes flaring red. The other succubus was doubled up in laughter.

Phil noticed other pods hanging above them in the twisted foliage. Their motions were slower and more languid. He wondered how long their victims had been trapped within them. He also wondered where they'd come from and how they'd got here.

"Where do they come from?" Phil asked. "The people the plants catch."

"Your world mostly," Rosa answered.

"There's a weak point in the dimensional fabric not far from the castle grounds," Verdé said. "It's easy for individuals to slip through from your world to ours. They don't even need to know magic. Dreams are enough."

"Yeah, they come through over that way somewhere," Rosa gestured.

"My plants get most of them. The lucky ones anyway." Verdé said.

"Over that way?" Phil asked.

Rosa nodded.

"Smogglerfoggum!"

Phil's magical abilities might be limited, but he could still cast a basic smoke bomb. The opportunities for pranks and random hilarity meant all the students at Wargsnouts knew that one!

He didn't look back to see if he'd taken Rosa and Verdé by surprise or not. He just put his head down and started running.

A weak point in the dimensional fabric.

He knew what that meant.

A way home! He could escape!

The garden seemed to be getting more and more dense and overgrown. Thick vines coiled and tangled around one another. They looked as gnarled as ancient tree trunks. Strange, illicit scents filled the air and even stranger blooms turned to track him as he sprinted by.

He heard a flapping sound from above and a shadow fell across him.

Phil tucked his head down and ran faster. He jinked left down an ancient trail. The plants were so dense and overgrown here they formed a thick canopy that blocked out most of the light. It would be hard for the succubi to follow.

Large mantrap leaves loomed out of the foliage on either side. Their plush inner surfaces were lurid pink and moist with the stink of sex. Phil dodged to the left and right, skipping past the waiting maws.

Got to be faster than that to catch me, he thought. I'm getting out of here.

A thick creeper lay across the path in front of him. Phil jumped off the ground to hurdle it.

The creeper jerked upwards and caught his ankle.

Phil tripped. His forward momentum was turned into an ungainly roll as he tumbled to the ground and crashed through the undergrowth. He came to rest against a large green stalk and lay there for a moment, dazed.

Shit, the damn vine had done that deliberately.

He was lying half in the undergrowth. Large spade-like leaves rose above his naked chest. The forest around him was quiet. The air was heavy with the scents of wild unfettered growth. It was too quiet, Phil thought. Even in the most peaceful of old forests there was always the ever-present hum of insects. There were no insects here. The only sounds he could hear were soft liquid sounds, like the passage of blood through a great network of veins and arteries.

He had to get back to the path.

He was about to stand up when two large flowers appeared in front of him. Their petals were thick and red like pouting lips. Behind the petals the rest of the flower head was swollen and bulbous. It looked like a large sac on the end of a slender green stalk. Despite the absence of any kind of features, the flowers looked to be regarding him with curiosity.

Phil hoped that was all. He tucked up his knees and started to get back to his feet, slowly as to not disturb the plants.

The two bulbous sacs contracted with a whoosh as both flower heads exhaled a large cloud of pollen or spores into his face. Phil was inundated with a powerful musky perfume. It flooded his senses and he lost all control as his mind was bombarded with a barrage of pornographic images and sensations.

He flopped back onto the ground. Somewhere he thought he heard the sound of girlish giggling.

Blood surged to a raging hard on. His cock felt on fire. He longed to plunge it into something to extinguish the fires raging through his body.

Something found him.

His erection was enveloped in something that was both soft and sticky. Phil looked up to see an enormous flower battened around his groin. Petals covered in fine silky hairs tickled his stomach, thighs and balls. His cock was buried deep in the flower itself and the walls tightened their soft grip around his cock.

Then the suction started.

Phil lay back helplessly as the flower head pulsated obscenely at his groin. A multitude of silky little hairs brushed up and down his cock, tickling him into paroxysms of ecstasy. Small red flowers, whorelip, crawled out of the undergrowth and planted little kisses all across his body.

Phil squirmed and writhed as the lascivious bloom bobbed and sucked on his member. He heard that liquid sound again, only louder now as fluids were pumped up the thick stalk of the flower.

He tried to sit up and the two other flowers blew kisses at him that surrounded his head in clouds of soporific perfume. Phil lay back down, lethargy settling down over his limbs like a comfortable blanket. The big flower between his legs sucked harder and drew his cock up into a sticky secret chamber. The entrance to the chamber sealed around the base of his cock, trapping his member inside. The flower gurgled ominously as the chamber began to fill up with a sticky fluid.

Phil tried to struggle, but he didn't have much control over his limbs and the flower was sealed tightly around the base of his cock. The chamber expanded, sucking more fluids into it. Phil's cock was flooded with a thick, gooey liquid. It sank into his skin and turned the burning desires running through his body into a raging inferno. He began to involuntarily thrust his hips up and down.

His motions triggered a response in the plant as the chamber began to vibrate around his cock, squeezing more of the sticky fluids into his flesh. The stalk trembled as the plant pumped more sap into the chamber. Phil twitched and shuddered.

He heard more girlish giggles. The foliage parted as one of the pods descended from above. Two thick leaves peeled open and revealed the upper body of a stunningly gorgeous girl. Her hair fell around her shoulders in an emerald waterfall. Her lips were a lush jade. Her ripe breasts were crowned with olive green nipples. Lime coloured sap leaked out from them. Phil wasn't surprised to see that the flower stalks trailed back to the inside of the pod.

The pod girl's bright green eyes flashed with cruel amusement as she looked down at his writhing body. She pouted her lips and exhaled a sigh.

The flower vibrated passionately around Phil's trapped member. He was going to, he was going to...

Fuck.

His back convulsed as he rammed his hips upwards. The chamber contracted around his cock and pulled the tip upwards and through a sticky aperture at the other end. It held him in place and milked him with steady pulses as he ejaculated great gouts of semen into another waiting chamber beyond. He felt his energy pulsing out with it, and the lethargy in his limbs grew stronger.

Phil fell back, spent. He knew it would only be a temporary respite.

The pod girl blew him a kiss. The main stalk tensed as more sap flowed down it and into the waiting chamber. Phil's cock was hard again and twitching in a matter of seconds. 

Her chamber massaged his cock with a series of slow, steady pulses. It didn't take long before the tip of his cock was again pushed through the sticky aperture as the plant girl milked another orgasm from his body.

Flexible green vines spilled out from within the pod and slithered towards Phil. His limbs felt as heavy as wet clay. He didn't move or struggle as the vines coiled around his ankles and bound them together. They wound up his body, binding his arms to his sides.

All the while the big flower continued its remorseless pleasuring of Phil's over-sensitised cock. He gave an involuntary cry as a third orgasm erupted from his body.

"Oh dear, you do seem to have got yourself in quite a predicament."

Phil looked up and saw Verdé. She was crouched above him on a thick branch, her wings folded behind her.

The pod girl sent out more vines until Phil was firmly trussed up. She lifted him up off the ground and began to pull him towards the pod. Her flower continued to suck at his cock with wet slurping sounds.

Phil looked up at Verdé, his eyes imploring.

"It was very silly of you to run away like that, fledgling," she said, her eyes sad. "The dimensional weakness only runs in one direction. There is no way home here."

The pod girl smiled and opened her arms to receive him. First Phil's feet were pulled inside, and then his body followed. Inside the pod it was warm and moist, like being enclosed in a giant vagina. Sticky fluids squelched up between his toes. The plant girl pressed her body against his, her soft breasts squashing against his chest.

Phil looked up at Verdé, panic in his eyes.

"You've found a pleasant end at least," she said, trying to smile brightly.

The thick leaves began to roll back up. It didn't feel too bad inside, Phil thought. The girl's body was soft and warm against his.

How long?

Why forever.

The plant girl pouted her lips for a kiss and brought her face towards his, eager to seal his imprisonment with her lips on his.

An eternity of swaying on a vine like a never to ripen fruit...

No!

"Floverdenesca kalt Insineratum!"

Phil yelled the words and the world exploded with brilliant white light. When he opened his eyes again he was sitting at the centre of a scorched patch of earth maybe thirty feet in diameter. Fine black ash gently rained down on him. Above him a few twinkling lights were drifting up into the heavens, like bright stars returning to their homes.

Verdé hovered above him. She flapped her wings and slowly descended to the floor. Rosa landed just behind her.

"Um, sorry about your plants," Phil said.

"Oh don't worry about that," Verdé said. She crouched down. "Fire only clears the way for new life to bloom."

Between her hands a tender green shoot poked up from beneath the ash and began to grow.

"So we can burn it down again," Rosa added, smiling as fires flickered in her eyes.

She put an arm around Phil's shoulder and steered him back towards the castle. Verdé blew on the new shoot and watched the spreading growth with a satisfied smile. She stood back up and followed the other two back to the castle.

"That was an impressive piece of fiery destruction, fledgling," Rosa murmured in his ear. "It's made me very horny." Her hand cupped around Phil's balls.

To be continued...



Succubus Summoning 109



Phil was lying naked in bed and wondering how the hell he was going to get out of his current predicament when he heard the chanting. It caught his attention immediately because the voice was male and the chanting sounded a lot like the spells he used to hear at Wargsnouts College for Warlocks.

'How the hell' was quite appropriate considering Phil was currently trapped in Hell. Rosa and Verdé, a pair of succubi, had spirited him here after he and a friend had botched a summoning ritual.

On the surface most men would have wondered what he was so worried about. Phil was currently lying on a gigantic bed, beneath opulent silk hangings, in a room that looked more as though it belonged in an exclusive brothel than the netherworld. On top of that he was forced to have regular sex with incredibly hot babes. This was most men's idea of heaven. Why would anyone be so keen to escape that?

Phil knew the truth though. To Rosa and Verdé he was just a plaything. At some point they'd get bored of him and then they'd suck out his soul and life force with no more thought than raiding the fridge for a night time snack. They were succubi -- daemonic sexual vampires -- it's what they did.

There were far worse ways to die than expiring in one final, mind-shattering, erotic explosion, but Phil was only eighteen. A good death was still a death nonetheless and Phil would rather that end was put off by... ooh... say ninety years or so. So this was why, when he heard the chanting, his ears immediately pricked up.

Phil got off the bed and rushed to the window. The sounds were faint, but they were definitely coming from somewhere inside the castle.

Another warlock, or rather a real warlock -- Phil was only a student and a fairly mediocre one at that -- was somewhere else in the castle. Hope flared in Phil. If the warlock knew how to get here then he must know how to get back to Earth. This was his chance to escape!

He leaned out of the window and tried to pinpoint where the voice was coming from. He ignored the wargen snuffling around in the darkness below.

Yes, there it was. Below him and to the left.

Phil rushed to the door and stopped.

He hadn't actually wandered around the castle unaccompanied before. He thought of the wargen, Verdé's plants, the bathroom nymphs... What other dangers lay in wait for him?

If you stay here you're going to die anyway, he thought. It would be a sweet death but it would still be a death.

Phil pushed the door open and crept out into the corridor. He wished he had something to wear so he didn't feel so completely naked, even if it was only a dressing gown. He padded down the corridor past the other closed doors. Briefly he wondered what might be behind them before deciding he probably didn't want to know.

He couldn't hear the chanting anymore. The castle wasn't that large though. He should be able to rely on his sense of direction to take him to where the sounds were coming from.

Easier said than done in a realm where topology seemed more like general guidelines than a concrete set of rules.

Phil crept down the same staircase Rosa and Verdé had led him down on the way to the baths. At the bottom he turned right instead of left. Briefly he wondered where the kitchens were or if they even existed. Food was prepared for him and left outside his door, but he'd never seen any serving staff.

Somehow, he didn't imagine Rosa slaving away over a hot stove.

He made his way through the lower corridors. The décor in the castle had a strong sexual theme, but in this section there was also a strong sadomasochistic theme as well. The paintings on the walls depicted kinky sex scenes that got steadily worse as Phil walked down the corridor until he was no longer sure whether he was looking at sex or torture.

The change was also reflected in the fixtures. Soft organic curves in gold were replaced by spiky twists of black metal. Phil wasn't sure whether he wanted to go on. The corridor was completely silent, but his ears conjured up sounds of whips cracking, chains clanking and voices raised in screams. Whether it was his imagination or ghostly echoes of what had once been, he couldn't tell.

It wasn't quite complete silence, he realised.

Was that... yes it was.

He could hear the chanting again. It was coming from up ahead. Steeling himself, Phil followed the sounds until the corridor terminated in an ominous, black metal door. An arcane symbol of even darker metal was inlaid into the surface.

Not. Exactly. Promising.

It was where the chanting was coming from though. With some degree of trepidation He approached the door. The metal surface was warm to the touch, but not hot enough to be uncomfortable or dangerous. Phil put his ear against it to try and make out the sounds more clearly.

Giggling from behind him made him aware he was being watched. He turned and saw a girl standing at the corner of the corridor. Her hair was short, spiky and a vivid bright blue. She wore a little silk dress of the same colour.

"Um... hi?" Phil said.

The girl looked younger and more innocent than the other succubi, but she was still a succubus. An elaborate pair of horns, also blue, curled round behind her ears. Her eyes were deep red and glittered like precious rubies.

"Are you sure you want to go through there?" the girl asked, her eyes twinkling as she smiled.

Phil looked back at the jet-black door.

"Why? Is it not safe?" he asked.

The girl put a hand to her mouth and giggled. She turned and ran round the corner.

"Wait," Phil said. He ran up to the bend in the corridor, but there was no sign of the girl anywhere.

Who was she?

Yet another mystery, he thought.

He returned his attentions to the door. Carefully, he opened it a crack and slipped through.

The room on the other side was gigantic, far larger than Phil was expecting. He was standing in an enormous hall, like the nave of a large church or cathedral. He doubted any gods were worshipped here though. The floor was polished black obsidian and pillars of the same material marched alongside a wide, central aisle. Low red flames flickered in brackets of twisted black metal.

The door was a side entrance. The central aisle ran perpendicular to him from the main entrance: an impressive pair of double doors at the far end of the hall. The source of the chanting stood in the centre of the aisle, lit in a beam of red light emanating from a high point at the other end of the hall.

It was another warlock, Phil saw, his features hidden within long, tatty black robes. The warlock stood in the centre of a protective circle. Low purple flames flickered around the circumference.

This could be his freedom, Phil thought. He moved cautiously around a pillar, wondering how he should approach the other man.

What was the warlock doing here?

Phil looked down the hallway and saw...

Nÿte!

Phil quickly ducked back behind the pillar, his heart beating in his throat.

The warlock was here for Nÿte.

Phil peeked out from behind the pillar. He was lucky; he didn't think she'd seen him. Nÿte sat on a black metal throne surrounded by a pile of human skulls. She was absolutely terrifying -- the archetypal demon. Her black eyes absorbed all light, like a pair of black holes. Leathery black wings were folded behind her. She wore a baroque basque and thigh length black leather boots. She sat casually on the throne while projecting the authority of a monarch.

Despite her intimidating appearance, Phil couldn't deny she was also intensely alluring. She had a perfect hourglass figure that swelled out into a pair of sizeable breasts. Her face was flawless, its beauty matched only by its cruelty. And of course her black leather bondage outfit was more than a little kinky.

Phil hoped the other warlock knew what he was doing. The cruel smile on Nÿte's lips didn't exactly fill him with confidence. She regarded the chanting man with casual amusement, as if he was on the same level as a court jester or funny little animal. If cats had human faces Phil imagined this was the expression they'd wear while playing with their prey.

The warlock finished his mystical incantations and switched back to conventional English. His real voice was less imposing. It was a little reedy and prone to trembling up into higher octaves.

"I bind thee to me, demon," the warlock said. "I am your master. You will obey and serve me."

Nÿte simply smiled.

"And what is your pleasure... master?" she spoke in a voice like liquid honey.

She leant forward, displaying the soft curves of her cleavage. Her already ample breasts were accentuated by a tight bodice that both squeezed them together and pushed them up. The effect was... quite impressive.

Phil didn't realise he was walking forward until he was almost out from behind the pillar. He blanched and hurried back into cover. How could something so obviously deadly also be so alluring at the same time.

The warlock in the aisle was hit by the full force. He visibly gulped.

Phil didn't rate his chances of escape very highly.

"I desire carnal knowledge of your body, succubus," the warlock said, his voice trembling out of his control. "You will show me pleasures other mere mortals can only dream of."

Nÿte licked plush black lips.

"As you command... master," she replied, her voice dripping with the promise of forbidden delights. She slowly got to her feet and walked towards the warlock, her black eyes fixed on his as her hips swayed with seductive grace. She was wanton carnality distilled into physical form.

The warlock could barely contain himself in his excitement. His body trembled with need and his hands strayed down to his crotch, as if eager to pull out his cock right away and start stroking.

He doesn't stand a chance, Phil thought.

Nÿte stepped into the protective circle with no more thought than stepping over a crack in the pavement. She stared intently into the warlock's eyes and slowly pulled down his cowl.

The man revealed had a face that was gaunt and riddled with blotchy red acne. Phil was surprised at how young he was. Why, he was barely older than Phil himself. He could have been a fellow student at Wargsnouts although Phil couldn't remember ever seeing him there.

Phil kissed goodbye to any thoughts of escape.

The succubus folded her midnight black wings around the warlock and pulled him close for a passionate kiss. The man's eyes widened as her soft lips crushed against his.

The kiss didn't last very long.

Black corruption ran out across the man's face in a wave. His skin blistered, blackened and finally disintegrated into ash. In a matter of moments Nÿte was left holding a human skull as the rest of the warlock's body withered and collapsed into a pile of fine black dust. Still she lingered over the kiss, murmuring with pleasure as she smooched cold white bone while the warlock's empty robes slowly fluttered down to the floor.

She ended the kiss and smiled as she stared into the skull's empty eye sockets. She turned her trophy over in her hands, examining it before dismissively tossing it over her shoulder and onto the pile with all the others.

Jesus, Phil thought, a cold shiver travelling down his spine. She hadn't even given the poor bastard the pleasure of a final fuck.

Nÿte turned and stared directly at Phil with her cold black eyes.

"Did you enjoy that little show, fledgling?" she chuckled.

Phil's blood froze in his veins.

Fuck.

Smiling, Nÿte reached down to her waist and grasped the handle of a black bullwhip. She threw back her arm and the long whip uncoiled with a loud crack.

Fuck.

Phil turned to run, but even as he was turning the whip cracked again and the end formed a noose around his ankles, sending him toppling to the floor. He barely had time to put his hands up to prevent his face smashing into the hard obsidian floor.

Fuck fuck fuck.

Phil's hands scrabbled, but he couldn't get any purchase on the smooth black floor as he slid backwards. Try as he might, he couldn't stop Nÿte reeling him in like an angler with a prize catch.

Her perfume enfolded him first, sweet like poison. A clawed hand grabbed him by the shoulder and spun him onto his back. He looked up at Nÿte as she stood astride him. Competing emotions crashed in Phil's mind. He'd seen how deadly she was, he knew he needed to get away from her as fast as possible, but, oh god, what he'd give to have those finely toned thighs wrapped around him.

Nÿte put a hand around his throat and lifted him up off the floor.

All the way up off the floor.

Phil's toes dangled, barely brushing the smooth obsidian surface.

"I've been waiting for you to come visit me, fledgling," Nÿte said. "Rosa and Verdé have been greedy keeping you all to themselves."

Phil gasped and spluttered. Her hand felt like an iron collar around his neck. Behind her he saw a black robe lying on a pitiful pile of black ash, the remains of the other warlock.

Nÿte saw him looking and flashed him a smile that showed off her sharp, pointed fangs.

"Are you frightened, little fledgling?" she asked.

She lowered him until her cold black eyes were level with his.

"That makes me so wet," she hissed.

Phil didn't need to be told. He could both smell and see her arousal. A little wet dribble ran down the inside of Nÿte's thigh.

She pouted her deadly lips for a kiss and brought them closer, closer, close enough to brush his, even as he thrashed desperately to escape. She let them touch, the briefest of pecks, before pulling away with an evil little smile.

"Don't worry little fledgling," she whispered. "I have far more interesting plans for you."

She swung him around and slammed him into the metal throne with enough force to knock the air from his body. While Phil was winded she snapped metal cuffs into place around his wrists and ankles. He was strapped in just like a convict in an electric chair. Nÿte stepped back and watched his fruitless struggles with amusement.

"This is going to be fun," she purred.

She put a hand down between her legs and ran a long black fingernail between the plush folds of her labia. The air became thick with the overpowering scent of her arousal.

"For me anyway," she smiled.

Phil thought back to the pictures he'd seen on the walls in this part of the castle. The demoness in them had looked remarkably similar to Nÿte. And what she was doing to the victims...

Phil blanched. It wasn't a good idea to dwell on that.

Beads of ice-cold perspiration formed on Phil's brow. Nÿte sat on the arm of the throne and put her legs across him. She wiped a hand across his forehead and then licked her fingers, savouring the taste.

"Mmm, you really are terrified aren't you, little fledgling," Nÿte said.

She kicked off a leather boot and pushed her naked foot against Phil's cock. He gasped in surprise at the sudden arousal as she teasingly played with his growing erection. She drew a small whip from her belt and casually spun the fronds.

"What are you going to do to me?" Phil asked.

The whip lashed across the side of his face with a loud crack, leaving a sharp sting in its wake. He hadn't even seen her move.

"Hurt you," Nÿte pouted.

Her foot rubbed against his cock.

"Pleasure you."

The short leather whip cracked against Phil's other cheek, bringing tears to his eyes.

"Hurt you."

She frigged herself with her other hand.

"Maybe fuck you... if you're still alive"

She continued to manipulate his cock with her foot. Her technique was masterful as she stroked her toes up and down his growing erection. Phil didn't have long to enjoy the pleasure before two sharp cracks jerked his head first one way and then another. His cheeks felt like they'd caught fire.

He yelped in pain. 

Nÿte leaned closer, lying against his side. Her soft breasts pressed against his chest.

"Did that hurt?" she asked, her voice comforting. A long fingernail playfully circled his nipple. "Let me kiss it better."

Her soft lips pressed against his cheek. The stinging sensation was quenched as if by a soothing balm. At first it was a blissful relief, but then the coldness deepened. Phil felt the warmth and life in his tissues leach into her, leaving numbness in its wake. When she broke away Phil could no longer feel his cheek. It felt like being injected with local anaesthetic at a dentist's.

"Mmm, delicious," Nÿte said, running a tongue around her bruise-black lips.

She stopped playing with his cock and swung her leg over him until she straddled his lap. He felt her moistness on his inner thigh. She reached round behind the chair and came back with some objects that rattled with metallic clanks.

"This will hurt," Nÿte said. She clamped one of the metal objects around Phil's nipple and screwed it tight, first squeezing and then crushing.

It hurt. A lot.

Phil grimaced and thrashed in the seat. The pain was a white-hot brand pressed against his chest. No matter how he squirmed he couldn't get away from it. The beginnings of a scream welled up from his lungs and nudged against the back of his gritted teeth.

Nÿte put an elegant finger on his lips and shushed him.

"Pain and pleasure are just sensation," she said. "If you cry out I'll take the pain away, but only by removing sensation. Do you know what a body is without sensation?"

"Dead," Phil mumbled in reply.

Nÿte smiled, showing off her fangs again. 

"Good, I'm so glad we understand each other." She attached the second clamp to his other nipple and screwed it tight.

Fuck. This was not fun. Not fun at all.

She shifted in his lap, pushing the lips of her pussy up against his erection. Teasingly she rubbed up and down him, smearing her warm juices against his shaft. Phil wasn't really in a position to fully appreciate it, on account of his nipples currently being in a state of crushed agony.

"Scream for me," Nÿte breathed in his ear. "Scream for me and I'll take the pain away."

Phil wanted to, he really did, but he knew what the consequences of that weakness would be. She'd consume him, a piece at a time. He gritted his teeth and tried to ignore the constant throbbing agony emanating from his chest.

His pain was getting her more aroused. Her juices dribbled down his shaft and pooled beneath his balls.

Nÿte chuckled darkly in his ear and then gave one of the clamps a savage twist. Phil felt like he'd been hit in the chest by a cattle prod on maximum voltage.

He didn't cry out.

He blacked out instead.

Phil recovered consciousness to find Nÿte fucking him. Her head was thrown back in abandon, her wings folded behind her as she thrust up and down. Inside she was exquisitely tight and deliciously moist. Her sumptuous flesh pressed snugly all around his cock. The sudden change from throbbing agony to blissful pleasure left Phil's mind dislocated.

"You like this don't you," Nÿte said, looking down at him with her deep black eyes. She looped her arms behind his neck as she rose up and down.

Fuck, yes! Phil thought. Her pussy felt like a warm sheath around him. He felt muscles contract around his shaft with teasing little squeezes. Her vagina sucked at his cock with the same dexterity as a mouth.

"I think you like it too much," Nÿte whispered in his ear. "Pleasure is your mistress."

She slowly twisted in his lap and the sensation of her soft inner walls sliding around his cock nearly blew his mind.

"You dally too often with Rosa and Verdé. Keep on this path and soon they will suck out all your life and consume your soul."

"I don't exactly have a choice," Phil rasped.

Nÿte paused. She arched a pencil-thin black eyebrow.

"Is that what you believe?" she said, her face cryptic. "How curious."

Her vaginal muscles began to squeeze around his cock, but this time the pressure grew and grew, becoming first uncomfortable, then painful, then agonizing.




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"Pleasure and pain are only sensation," Nÿte said. "To master pleasure you must first master pain."

Her vaginal muscles were unbelievably powerful. In a matter of moments her pussy had changed from a sumptuously soft sheath to a hard unyielding vice. The tightest grip was around the base of his shaft, preventing his blood from escaping his erection.

Fuck. Her vagina was crushing his cock.

Phil thrashed and squirmed as the pressure became unbearable.

Nÿte stared at him, her black eyes wide and bright. Her lips were turned upwards in a broad smile.

"Oh yes," she sighed. "I love the feeling of crushing a pathetic human's cock inside me. I... oh..."

Her pale cheeks flushed as her body quivered with an orgasm. Phil's cock was flooded in her juices. Her vaginal muscles tightened to iron-hard ridges biting into his vulnerable flesh.

Too much. Too much.

Phil rapped his hands against the arms of the throne. His body trembled as it was wracked with unbearable pain. A cry forced its way up out of his lungs and prepared to take flight from his mouth.

"Ngh." Phil bit down on it.

"We're having such a beautiful moment together. I would hate for you to ruin it by screaming," Nÿte whispered, her voice laden with menace.

She placed a single black nail against Phil's chest. His skin blistered and blackened where she touched him.

"Ngh." The tendons on Phil's neck popped out like cords as he struggled to contain the cry welling up inside him.

Nÿte leant close to whisper in his ear.

"If you scream my pussy will suck out all your life force before you get a chance to finish."

Her vagina grew steadily colder around Phil's cock. He felt the coldness seep into his flesh and spread as she leached away his warmth.

No no no no!

I will not scream.

He let his breath out slowly through his nostrils.

Nÿte twisted in his lap, the hard ridges in her vagina wrenching his cock. A firecracker of pain exploded in Phil's crotch.

I will not...

He blacked out again. 

Phil opened his eyes on velvet darkness. He felt soft lips against his. He remembered what had happened to the other warlock and a cold shiver crackled through him.

He didn't feel like the life was being sucked out of him though. Her lips felt soft and warm. A teasing little tongue wriggled between his lips and tickled the end of his tongue. His cock was once again surrounded by the sumptuous soft sheath of her vagina. She pumped up and down with slow liquid strokes, her pussy sucking hungrily against his cock.

She finished the kiss and unfurled the black wings she'd folded around them. Her black eyes were unreadable.

"So much fear," she said, wiping a hand across Phil's forehead. "So delicious." She ran a tongue up Phil's cheek. "But now I'm thirsty for other fluids."

Her pussy went soft around him. Really soft. Heavenly soft. Gentle sucking motions undulated up his shaft. Nÿte put her hands on the back of the chair and slowly thrust up and down. The creamy crevice of her cleavage rose and fell before him. She stared down at him and ran her tongue over her plush black lips.

In the arts of pleasure she was an expert, maybe even more than either Rosa or Verdé. She sensed exactly when he was about to come and teased out the moment, letting her flesh quiver around the head of his cock.

Phil melted in the chair. He felt his balls tighten as the orgasm rose in him. Oh fuck, he was going to...

"Still the slave," Nÿte chuckled. "Oh so eager to give."

She plucked off both nipple clamps in one smooth movement. Blood flooded back into the compressed tissues and sensation returned with a flare burst of pain.

Phil was already past the point of orgasm though. The fireworks of agony overlapped with the fireworks of ecstasy and his mind exploded in a vivid starburst of sensation. Muscles clenched and convulsed violently all across his body as it tried to work out if it was supposed to be enjoying or suffering this.

Phil tensed and then his hips jerked violently upwards as his balls blasted a shot of cum into her tight flesh.

Nÿte smiled as her body quivered with another orgasm. Her vaginal muscles wrapped tightly around Phil's cock, squeezing and sucking it with soft, slow pulsations. The first orgasm hadn't even subsided before Phil's body was wracked by a second, and then a third.

Nÿte pulled down her bodice and leant forward so her soft, naked breasts pressed against Phil's throbbing nipples. The twin sensations of pain and pleasure sent Phil's mind spinning like a Catherine wheel. Her pussy continued to milk Phil's cock with slow pulsations, gently draining his life.

"I won't take all of you... this time," Nÿte said.

Her black wings extended behind her, blocking out the light. She wrapped her arms around him and pressed her body against him in a tight embrace. Her pussy squeezed his cock and he responded with a powerful spurt of semen. Soporific weakness spread through his body.

"When we play again it's your turn to hurt me," she murmured in his ear.

Nÿte wrapped her wings around the chair like a black shroud. Within the intimate darkness her hot lips found his for a luxurious kiss. Her pussy continued its soft pulsations around his cock, milking ejaculation after ejaculation from Phil's body until it became one continuous stream. She sucked orgasm after orgasm from Phil's body until he finally passed out and slid into the welcoming darkness of Nÿte's embrace.

*****

Phil woke up to aches all over his body. There was a wrenching pain in both of his shoulders and he realised that was because he was currently chained to a wall.

This sucks, he thought. But at least he was still alive.

Several hours later he was wondering for how long.

Had they forgotten about him? Was he going to be left here until he starved to death and nothing was left but his dry bones?

His shoulders and arms also really fucking hurt.

After what seemed like an eternity Rosa and Verdé walked by. They saw him chained to the wall and doubled over in fits of giggles.

"Um, this is really rather painful," he said.

"Oh dear, we did warn you about her," Verdé said.

"You're lucky she likes you," Rosa said.

"Likes me?" Phil said.

She'd tortured him, nearly fucked him to death and then left him chained to a wall.

"Oh yes," Rosa smiled. "She usually breaks their arms before leaving them chained to the wall."

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AUTHOR'S NOTE

Apologies for the long delay in getting this chapter out. Yep, that real life thing again.

I'm hoping to once again try and get this series back to a sensible schedule.

Thanks for the patience (if you're still out there)

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Succubus Summoning 110




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AUTHOR'S NOTE
This is a continuation of the Succubus Summoning series that begins with "Succubus Summoning 101"
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Hell was surprisingly beautiful sometimes, Phil thought as he stared out of the window.  The strange planetary bodies that orbited this realm were sinking down below the horizon, taking the light with them.  The sky darkened from a powder-puff pink to a more sensual shade that brought to mind the secrets hidden between a woman's thighs.

In the world of the succubi even the colour of the sky could conjure up lustful thoughts, Phil thought.

Succubi were sex daemons.  They drained the life force of men through sexual intercourse.  Phil and Jake had been thinking too much of the 'sexual intercourse' part and not enough of the 'drain life force until dead' part when they'd decided to summon a pair of succubi for some 'fun'.

It was pure stupidity.  That level of summoning was way beyond the abilities of a couple of mediocre students at Wargsnouts College for Warlocks and they'd paid the price.  Jake was dead and Phil was imprisoned in Hell, a plaything for the demons.

"Why so glum, little fledgling?" Rosa asked.  She was standing by the door next to Verdé.  "Do you want a fuck?"

As always they both looked completely gorgeous.  They had the faces and bodies of the perfect cheerleaders all the boys -- and probably their fathers too -- wanted to fuck.  Their horns, tails and wings didn't detract from that at all.  They looked more like the cute little monster girls of Japanese anime than nasty threatening demons.

These cute little monster girls were going to suck out all his life and leave behind a shrivelled husk, Phil reminded himself.

"What do you want?" Phil asked.

It was a pointless question.  They wanted to fuck him and suck out more of his life.  That was all they ever wanted.

The worst part was Phil's body wanted it too.  His cock was already hard and erect.  It twitched in eagerness at the thought of once again being sheathed in their silken pussies.

Rosa saw his arousal and stepped forward.  She fondled the large globes of her breasts and licked her full red lips.

Her expression of lustful desire abruptly changed to annoyance as she was yanked back by the tail.  A girl pushed her way between Rosa and Verdé and stood before Phil.  It was the same girl Phil had seen outside Nÿte's room.

Nÿte.  That was a memory Phil would rather block out.

The girl's vivid blue hair was short and stood up in spikes.  She was wearing the same cornflower blue dress he'd seen her in before.  Dark blue horns curled down behind her ears.  She looked coyly at Phil with eyes the colour of blood-red rubies. 

"We brought you a visitor," Verdé said.  "This is Cέrμləa."

"Seh-roo-lee-ah," Phil repeated.  It wasn't exact, but it was as close as he could get to the alien syllables Verdé had uttered.

"She wants to play with you," Verdé added.

Cέrμləa smiled shyly.

Play?  What did they mean?

Cέrμləa was clearly a succubus, but she also looked quite young.  Well, very young.  Verdé had a hand on each of Cέrμləa's shoulders and seemed to regard her like a younger sister.

Did succubi have younger sisters?  Did they have childhoods?

Phil didn't know.

Looking at the three succubus's faces Phil noticed something.  Verdé's long green hair was matched by her glittering emerald eyes.  If he remembered correctly Nÿte had jet-black hair and eyes and Nurse Honey had white eyes and blonde hair so fair it was almost white.

Rosa and Cέrμləa were different.  Rosa had a short red bob, but her eyes were icy blue.  Cέrμləa had vivid blue hair, but her eyes were deep red in colour.  Phil looked back and forth from one face to the other.

"We swapped," Cέrμləa said, smiling broadly.  "Rosa scared me with her old eyes so I switched them with mine."

Phil looked quizzically at Rosa.

"We don't like to talk about it," Rosa replied, her voice icy.

"Let's go and play," Cέrμləa said.  She turned on the spot and danced out of the room.  Her little blue demon's tail bobbed up and down jauntily behind her.

Phil was still a little confused.  He looked to Rosa and Verdé for guidance.

"Come on fledgling," Verdé said, pulling him off the bed.  "Little Cέrμləa wants to play."

She put an arm around his waist and escorted him out of the bedroom.  Her body was a little more tense than usual and she hugged him a little tighter.  When Phil looked over at her face he thought he could see glimpses of the depths she normally kept hidden.

Ahead of them the young succubus was skipping down the corridor, her tail bouncing excitedly behind her.

"What do you mean by play?" Phil asked.

"She wants to take her turn," Verdé answered.

Phil wasn't sure he liked the connotations of that.  Cέrμləa looked awfully young.  She turned back and beckoned them on with an eager smile.

"Um, she looks a bit… um… young," Phil said.

"Of course," Verdé smiled.  "Succubi need to be able to satisfy each and every desire."

Phil suddenly felt queasy.

Rosa burst into laughter.  "A bit young," she snorted, before laughing again.  "She's older than both Verdé and I, and maybe even older than Nÿte."

"Cέrμləa is… complex," Verde explained.  "She's not as she appears."

Phil looked at Cέrμləa.  That might be, but he really wasn't comfortable with the thought of 'playing' with someone that looked like they could be his kid sister.

They followed Cέrμləa up into an area of the castle Phil hadn't visited before.  Rosa and Verdé were uncharacteristically quiet.  Phil didn't think he'd ever been in their company for this long without one of them trying to grope or fondle him.

The character of the castle changed again.  Large murals full of bright primary colours and simple block shapes adorned the walls.  They looked like something a child would paint.  Phil saw pictures of houses with stick figure dad, mum, brothers, sisters and pets.  He saw bright green farms with white fluffy clouds to represent sheep.  He saw brilliant blue seas and vivid orange beaches.

The murals showed no respect for boundaries.  They leapt from the walls onto the floor and ceiling with bright swathes of colour.  The rainbow splashes jumped in and out of the frames of existing paintings.

The style of the murals wasn't consistent.  Often they'd begin with simple bright splashes of colour, as if painted by an exuberant child, but then they gradually grew more and more complex until Phil was looking at sections that could have been painted by a grand master.  The styles also overlapped.  Phil saw a pony rendered with almost photographic quality appear in a farmyard full of cartoon animals.  A simplistic stick figure was a participant in an elaborate bacchanalian orgy.

The innocence of the childlike murals was marred by occasional touches of cruelty and brutality.  In the bright blue ocean a stick figure swimmer was being chased by an oversized shark fin.  In the farmyard scene a cartoon of a sheep was savaging the cartoon of a dog.

Or were his eyes playing tricks on him?

The swimmer was alone on the ocean, smiling beneath a bright yellow sun.  The cartoon dog sat next to the cartoon sheep in perfect harmony.

Yeah, just his eyes playing…

The pictures changed again.

The swimmer was gone.  A round circle with two crosses for eyes floated in a splash of vivid red, surrounded by severed body parts.  The cartoon sheep was tearing out the cartoon entrails of the cartoon dog.

Phil's hairs pricked up and gooseflesh rose on his arms.

In the upstairs window of the family house lurked a dark shape.  Phil felt a powerful rush of fear, as if ice splinters were being driven under his skin with a hammer.

Something terrible was taking place in that room, but he couldn't quite see.  If only he could look a little…

Verdé put her hands on either side of his face and turned his head until he was staring directly into her bright green eyes.

"Don't spend too long staring at Cέrμləa's pictures," Verdé said.  "You might find yourself becoming part of them."

Phil blinked and then shuddered.  He kept his eyes straight ahead.  Cέrμləa was dancing down the corridor with innocent abandon.  What was she?

The corridor terminated in a baby-blue wooden door.  Fluffy white clouds were painted onto the panels.

Verdé stopped.  "These are Cέrμləa's chambers.  We cannot enter without her permission."

Verdé stared at Phil.  Once more her face swam with strange emotions.  Again Phil thought he could see down to the graceful leviathans turning in her depths.

He didn't get a chance to look for long as she suddenly wrapped her arms and wings around him and pulled him close to her in a tight embrace.  Her soft lips met his and he melted in her arms under the kiss.

Phil's mind sailed off on a sensual cloud.  Her erotic aura enveloped him completely.  His blood sang through his veins.  Her arms were around him.  Her wings were stretched around his back.  Her breasts were pressed against his chest.  Her lips, those soft luscious lips, were crushed against his.

Phil was submerged completely beneath her sensuality.  He drowned.

She ended the kiss and finally he was able to come back up for air.  Phil's knees trembled like rubber bands.  The last time she'd been this intense was when she'd taken his virginity.

Verdé turned her back on him and walked away down the corridor without a backwards glance.  Still reeling from the kiss, Phil watched her go with a stunned expression.

"Be very careful with Cέrμləa," Rosa whispered in his ear.  "Her mind has… flaws."

She lightly kissed him on the lips before following Verdé down the corridor.  Phil felt totally confused.

A hand grabbed his and pulled.  Phil turned and looked down into the impish face of Cέrμləa.

"Come on," she said.  "Come and play with me."

She dragged Phil through the door and into a small hallway lined with simple wooden doors.

"Now where shall we play," Cέrμləa said, her face pursed in concentration.

She opened a door onto a child's bedroom.  A gigantic bed was covered in giant, overstuffed toys.  Phil's discomfort grew.  This was wrong on every single level.

"Too sissy," Cέrμləa said, slamming the door shut.

"How old are you?" Phil asked, finally plucking up courage to ask the question.

"461019," Cέrμləa answered.  "Seconds," she added as she skipped from door to door.

She paused and put a thoughtful finger on her chin.

"Or is it centuries.  I always get those two muddled up.  Never mind"

She pulled open another door.  Phil was surprised to see bright sunshine pour into the hallway.  On the other side was a pretty little suburban garden with a small wooden swing.

Outside?  But that wasn't possible.  They were somewhere near the middle of the castle.

And it was night.

"Too bright," Cέrμləa said, slamming the door shut.

She went onto the next door.

"Ah, this is the room."

She grabbed Phil's hand and excitedly pulled him through.  The room beyond looked like a cross between a hidden grotto and something out of the Arabian Nights.  A large round bed hung with delicate silks took up most of the space.  The silk hangings stretched around the room, forming complex curtains and layers on the walls.  Light came from bright phosphorescent blue crystals in tall metal stands.  In front of the bed was a small, perfectly circular pool.  The water glowed with the same phosphorescent blue as the crystals.

"Perfect," Cέrμləa said.  She jumped up and sat cross-legged on the bed.  She smiled at Phil while her tail wagged up and down.

Phil stood awkwardly by the door.  He didn't feel comfortable with this at all.

"What are you waiting for?" Cέrμləa asked.  "Come over and fuck me hard, Daddy!"

Phil blanched.  His stomach did a greasy flip.

"No," he said.

He couldn't do this, even if she really was centuries old.

For a brief instant he thought he saw that centuries old wisdom flash in her red eyes, but it was just an instant and then the girl returned.  Her red eyes wobbled and filled with moisture.

"Why?" Cέrμləa said.  "Aren't you my master?  Don't you want me?"

"I can't," Phil said.

The girl departed again and Phil saw something far far older appear behind her red eyes.  A facet of the true Cέrμləa, he realised, and not the girl she was currently pretending to be.

"You feel no attraction to this form," the girl with the ancient eyes said.  "It's too immature."

Phil nodded.

The girl returned and smiled brightly.  "But that's easy to fix," she said, brimming with excitement.

She jumped off the bed and suddenly twirled with the grace of a dancer.  She pirouetted faster and faster, becoming a living whirlwind.  Her hair shook out and became longer.  Her silk dress became a series of veils spinning around a form that shimmered as insubstantially as mist.  The air crackled with energy.

Cέrμləa slowed down, came to a stop.

"Is this better?" she asked.

The woman before Phil couldn't have been a day younger than ninety.  She had long white hair that flowed down past her waist.  Her face was a mass of leathery old wrinkles.  Her back was stooped.  Most of her teeth were missing and the ones remaining were cracked and yellowed.

Phil backed away in shock.

"I went too far didn't I?" Cέrμləa asked.

Phil nodded numbly, still trying to take in the strange transformation he'd just witnessed.

Cέrμləa became a crackling blue whirlwind again.

"Ah, this is right," she said.

It didn't sound right.  The voice was deeper, masculine even.  She sounded suspiciously like a he.

She also looked suspiciously like a he.

The light blue silk dress had become a Prussian blue uniform with gold buttons down a flat chest.  Her dark blue hair was cropped short to her scalp.  An immaculate moustache adorned her upper lip.

"Um," Phil started.

He didn't get a chance to finish before Cέrμləa swept him up in his/her arms and whirled him around the rim of the pool in an energetic waltz.  If Phil still had any doubts remaining as to his role in this dance, they were answered by Cέrμləa twirling him out like a top and then bending him back over his/her knee like the blushing heroine of a fifties romance.

"Romance burns like fire in my veins," Cέrμləa said.  He/She pursed their lips and bent down to administer a passionate kiss.

Phil waved his arms wildly, but was unable to prevent Cέrμləa's lips from meeting his.

The kiss was a little… bristly.

Mercifully, it was also short.

Cέrμləa sensed his reluctance and looked down, confusion in his/her red eyes.  He/She dropped him and thoughtfully rubbed his/her chin.

"Not right," he/she said.

"Wrong sex," Phil gasped.

"Wrong sex?"

"Wrong sex," Phil confirmed.

Cέrμləa span back into another vivid blue whirlwind.  Phil wondered what his chances were of crawling to the door and running away down the hallway before she finished.  He got up and started crawling on his hands and knees.

"How about this?"

The voice was sweet like honey and dripping with seduction.

Even though he knew he shouldn't, Phil looked back.

Phil didn't want to leave the room anymore.

The girl he saw beyond stunning.  Her figure could only exist in the febrile mind of a super-hero comic strip artist.  She was tall, lithe and also sluttily curvaceous.  Her electric blue hair formed a mane cascading down her back.  She was still a succubus.  Her blue horns curled through her hair like an elaborate crown.  Her eyes were still blood-red rubies.  They glittered as she saw the effect her new body had on Phil.

"Come to me," she beckoned.  "Come to me and taste pleasures reserved only for gods."

Phil had no control over his body.  He was a passenger.  He got to his feet and walked towards the goddess standing before him.  He was a moth and she was the brightest flame in all existence.  Her flames would burn him to ash.  He knew this and still he stepped into her outstretched arms.

"Oh yes, this is more like it," Cέrμləa said, smiling as she watched his cock stiffen to full erection.

She cupped a soft hand beneath his shaft.  Phil shivered in pleasure as sparks crackled up and down his length.  The energy seeped into his flesh and tickled around inside his balls.

Oh fuck, it was as much as he could do to stop coming there and then.

"Dance with me," she whispered in his ear.

She balanced on her left leg and lifted her right leg up high, as graceful as a ballerina as she revealed the silken folds of her sex to him.  She put her hands on his buttocks and pulled him close.  Her wings folded around him, squeezing him tight to her until her soft breasts squashed against his chest.  Her leg hooked around his lower back as she pulled him closer still, guiding his throbbing erection into the lush valley between her legs.

"Fly with me on winds of lust," she murmured.

Phil closed his eyes in bliss as he slipped inside her.  Even though it was a regular occurrence now, that first burst of pleasure as his cock slid into the moist sheath of a succubus's vagina always took him by surprise.  His memory could never accurately capture that bliss of being engulfed by their soft flesh.

"Give yourself to sensuality," she whispered.  Her words resonated directly in his mind.

Energy crackled along his shaft as her walls slowly pulsed around his cock.  The energy settled in his balls and tickled him with little sparks and fizzes.

Laughing, she span around him, a whirlwind of caressing, fondling fingers, breasts and lips.  Her long hair felt like the finest, silkiest of brushes as it swept over his naked skin.  The sensation was overwhelming Phil's mind and body.  He stood at the centre of a raw, untempered hurricane of lust.

Not standing, floating.

Phil was rising up off the floor even as her hips pumped against him with sinuous thrusts.  Her moist flesh slipped and slid against his cock, the friction filling his balls with more and more erotic charge until they felt on the verge of bursting.

"Yes, yes," Cέrμləa exhorted.  Her voice seemed to be coming from many different points all around him.

The pressure in his balls became too much.  Phil groaned in ecstasy as his buttocks clenched and he ejaculated a great stream of his seed into Cέrμləa's quicksilver body.

"Oooh yes," Cέrμləa sighed all around him.

The air shivered, buffeting Phil with waves of pleasure.  He continued to rise on the winds of her ecstasy.  He span in the cyclone of her passion.  A whirlwind of fingers, lips and breasts nibbled, licked, caressed, fondled and rubbed against his helpless body.

"Yes!" Cέrμləa shrieked.

Eyes fluttering from the over stimulation, Phil pumped another orgasm into the maelstrom whirling round him.

His semen whipped her into greater frenzy.  Her hips lashed back and forth against him like a striking snake.  The friction of her silken flesh sliding around him -- softly squeezing him -- filled his mind with fireworks explosions of pleasure.  Her mouth -- no a thousand mouths -- sucked his fingers, sucked his toes, nibbled his ears and licked his nipples.  Her hands -- no a thousand hands -- caressed his shoulders, massaged his neck, tickled his sides and fondled his balls.

Too… much.

Too much… sensation.

Phil exploded in another orgasm and the violence of the ejaculation ripped through his body like shockwaves.

Too much.  His body was coming apart.

He felt the first warning twinges in his spine and joints.

"Submerge yourself in bliss," Cέrμləa crooned.

She was formless lust enveloping him.  He felt her touch all around him.  He breathed her in and felt her flow through his body, sending crackling streamers of pleasure hurtling through his nervous system.

"Give yourself to the pleasure," she whispered, her voice a gentle caress across the lobes of his brain, "mind, body and soul."




Succubus Summoning 110



He was in her and she was in him.  Phil orgasmed and felt hers at exactly the same time.  Reality was coming apart at the seams.

She delved into his mind and laid out his memories like a pack of cards.  Impulsive and quixotic, she shuffled and rearranged them with the same ease.  A jumble of familiar images flowed before Phil's eyes.  Past, present and future merged in one chaotic kaleidoscope.

"Share your life with me," Cέrμləa whispered.  "I want to feel your pleasures, triumphs and sorrows."

There aren't many of those, Phil thought.  He was only eighteen and -- recent events excluded -- his life had not exactly been that interesting.

"Nonsense!" Cέrμləa retorted.  "Why do you lie to yourself?"

Not lying, Phil thought.

A memory returned.  He was flipping burgers in the back kitchens of some crappy McRestaurant or other.  His colleagues, if they could be termed such, shuffled by like dead-eyed zombies.

Cέrμləa flicked the memory away as if it was a bad Polaroid photo.

"Fledgling, we're trying to have sex here.  Now what's this?"

She shuffled through his memories and plucked one from the last year of his old school.

"Who's she?" Cέrμləa asked.

In the memory he was sitting in a classroom and looking at a girl.  She wasn't like the other girls.  He could see that from her black clothes and dyed black hair.  There was a fierce independence about her.  She wasn't afraid to be different.

No one, Phil thought.

The goth girl, Tracey Weis.

She's just a girl I used to see around school.

I used to have the hots for her.

"You never spoke to her did you?" Cέrμləa said.

I never got round to it.

I was always too scared.

The memory whirled and merged into another.  Phil was lying on the crisp grass behind the football pitch.  A full moon was above him in the night sky.  Tracey was straddling him and sighing as her body moved up—.

Wait!  That never happened.

"But I can make it as though it did, in your mind."  Tracey spoke, but the voice was Cέrμləa's.

No!  It wouldn't be real.

Tracey/Cέrμləa smiled.

"Reality is not immutable."

Tracey/Cέrμləa's pussy clenched tightly around his cock and Phil groaned as he came inside her.  The image came apart in a bright starburst of colours.  Tiny hairline fractures ran through the panes of his other memories.

Cέrμləa continued to sift through them like a prospector searching for gold.

"Oh yummy," she purred, "this one looks delicious."

It was the moment Verdé had taken his virginity.

"Such a gorgeous creature," Cέrμləa said.  "All my sisters are pinnacles of sexual perfection."

Phil was lost in the memory of Verdé's soft sighs.  He felt again, vividly, the silken pull of her warm vagina.

"She was your first," Cέrμləa said quietly.

Phil experienced again the monstrous eruption as he pumped the full contents of his balls into Verdé's hungry pussy.  The scene flew apart in a bright coruscation of shards.

Cέrμləa picked through his memories and found more.  There was Rosa on top of him in the bath as he lay on a bed of the softest foam.  There was Nurse Honey rubbing her soft breasts across his shoulders.  There was Verdé in the garden with the moons floating above her in a bright pink sky.  There was even Nÿte, enfolding him in velvet darkness.

The memories merged together, the pleasures building up and building up on each other, greater and greater, until they formed a vast peak of ecstasy.  Phil was carried up with them, his conscious mind obliterated beneath an onslaught of soft caresses and silken flesh.

"Why do you fear us?" Cέrμləa asked.

You're going to kill me.

Cracks spread through the circling panes of Phil's memories.

"If that is your desire," Cέrμləa said.

She paused for a moment.

The vast temporal orgy continued, eclipsing all of Phil's other thoughts.  Fractures spread and grew.

Cέrμləa started shuffling through his thoughts and memories in a frenzy of activity.  Images, tastes, sounds and thoughts blurred into a hurricane raging through his psyche.  At its eye Phil plunged his cock into the exquisite pussy of Verdé/Rosa/Nurse Honey/Nÿte and felt the build-up of an apocalyptic orgasm.

Faster and faster Cέrμləa searched, sifted and sorted.  She was a blur as she examined piece after piece, discarding most into haphazard piles.

Phil groaned as the memory of a multitude of ecstatic releases ran over and reinforced each other into one unstoppable avalanche.

Too.  Much.

Cέrμləa stopped and stared at Phil with a shocked expression.

"You don't know?"

Phil's mind shattered and collapsed in a rain of glittering shards.

*****

Phil lay on a pure white hospital bed.  A young girl with spiky blue hair and dark red eyes sat pensively on a chair at the foot of the bed.  At the side of the bed sat a woman wearing the black garb of a mourning widow.  Her face was hidden behind a black veil.  Around them stretched a flat, featureless plane.  It was covered in broken shards of coloured glass as far as the eye could see.

"I'm sorry, fledgling," the widow said, her voice rich and aged like a fine vintage of wine.  "I've shattered your mind."

Phil stared blankly into space.

"It was not my intention.  My other's self control is… not what it was."

The figure in black got up and stood over Phil's supine form.

"This is the only kindness I have left to offer."

She bent down as if to kiss him.  Hands as white as alabaster reached up to lift the veil from her face.

A child's hand reached out and grabbed the widow's arm.  The widow stopped and looked down into the face of the child with the bright red eyes.  The child pointed to where Phil was clutching an object in both hands.  It was a single shard of glass, held so tightly a little dribble of blood ran down his wrist and dripped onto the spotless white sheets.

"Well well," the widow said.  "Interesting you should pick that one," she murmured after looking into the glass. 

The widow looked at the young girl.

"Should we?" she asked.  "We might only be saving him for a worse fate."

The girl smiled shyly and nodded her head.

"If that is what you desire," the widow said.  She raised her arms.

A thousand million broken shards of glass sprang into the air like a film running backwards.  They reformed into countless panes of moving memories, the sum total of a young person's life, played across screens as far as the eye could see.

"Spend some time with the child when you can," the widow whispered in Phil's ear.  "She gets so lonely sometimes."

The widow took the child's hand in hers and they both walked away.

*****

Phil woke to the scent of cinnamon and the feeling of warm lips pressed against his.  Rosa lingered over the kiss until Phil opened his eyes and then continued for good measure anyway.

"See, I told you he was alive," Rosa said.

"His mind?" Verdé asked.

Rosa held up a hand.

"How many fingers am I holding up?" she asked.

"Purple," Phil replied.

Rosa shrugged.

"Close enough," she said.

She picked him up and put him on her back.

"Let's go find Nurse Honey and get you straightened out," she said.


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Succubus Summoning 111



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AUTHOR'S NOTE

This is a continuation of the Succubus Summoning series that begins with "Succubus Summoning 101"

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At first Phil thought it was a nightmare. Then he hoped it was a nightmare.

Nÿte stood at the foot of his bed with a whip in her hands.

That was an image you hoped was nightmare and not reality.

Phil was feeling a little divorced from reality at the moment, especially after his visit to Cέrμləa. He didn't have much to anchor himself to anyway. Phil was currently imprisoned in Hell. Reality couldn't exactly be regarded as a concrete foundation out here.

Nÿte was a succubus and a fearsome one at that. Out of the succubi Phil had encountered in the castle, Nÿte was both the most beautiful and also the most terrifying. There was no mistaking her for anything other than a demon. Her eyes were jet-black pools. Black horns protruded from her temples. A pair of black bat wings was partially extended behind her. A second pair of miniature bat wings stuck out from behind her ears. She was wearing a tight black PVC teddy with a deep V around the neck that showed off the lush curves of her cleavage.

This wasn't a dream, Phil realised with resignation.

Nÿte smiled coquettishly and offered Phil the handle of the whip.

"Hurt me," Nÿte said. "Whip me. Turn my creamy white flesh purple with bruises. Flay the skin from my soft, vulnerable body."

Phil was confused. The last time he'd encountered Nÿte she'd taken great pleasure in torturing and nearly killing him.

He took the handle of the whip before he realised what he was doing. Nÿte offered and he took it automatically.

She hopped up on the bed next to Phil.

"Beat me, fledgling," she murmured huskily. "Thrash me and I'll reward you."

Her hot tongue ran up the side of Phil's cheek.

Phil got up off the bed and Nÿte turned to present her ass cheeks to him. They were creamy white and totally exposed. The rest of her legs were covered in black fishnet stockings. A zip covered her crotch. It was partially open and moisture was dribbling out of the opening. The air was thick with the heady aroma of Nÿte's arousal.

Phil felt the weight of the whip in his hand. It was long and unwieldy. He stared again at the perfect white globes of Nÿte's ass. She looked back at him and wiggled them invitingly.

Phil wondered what he should do here. He didn't really relish the idea of lashing Nÿte's perfect white skin. What if he inadvertently hurt her and made her mad. That prospect terrified him. He didn't really like the idea of refusing her either. At the moment he had the whip and that was infinitely preferable to Nÿte having the whip.

"What are you waiting for?" Nÿte said. "Hurt me!"

Phil was galvanised into action. He swung the whip, but he hadn't done this before and wasn't used to how long the whip was. He got it all wrong and the tip slithered down Nÿte's cheek with scarcely more force than a wriggling worm.

Nÿte shook her head.

He missed with the second stroke, but the third connected with a loud slap and left a red mark on Nÿte's ass. Phil swung again, but not quite as hard this time. He was embarrassed about the mark he'd already left on her pristine skin.

"No no no!" Nÿte cried.

She turned, grabbed the whip and yanked it so hard out of Phil's hands he toppled forwards onto the bed.

"That's not how you do it at all," Nÿte said.

Phil realised he was now crouched on the bed on all fours and Nÿte was holding the whip.

Not good.

"You do it like this."

Not good at all.

The whip struck with a bone-jarring thud and smashed Phil right off the bed and up against the wall.

Ow.

"And this..."

Ow.

"And this..."

Ow. Ow. Ow.

"Ahem."

Verdé appeared in the doorway. Phil was profoundly grateful for the interruption. Nÿte's fangs were bared in manic glee and she didn't show any signs of wanting to stop anytime soon.

"If you've quite finished beating our little fledgling to a pulp, Rosa would like to see him in her chambers," Verdé said.

"Oh Verdé," Nÿte said. "Lovely lovely Verdé. Are you in the mood for a little bit of fun?"

"Mmm, always," Verdé purred. She slipped seductively out of her gossamer green robes.

"Little fledgling hasn't got the technique right yet and I'm really in the mood for a jolly good thrashing," Nÿte said.

"Would you like me to use the special whip?" Verdé asked.

"Yes please," Nÿte purred.

Verdé touched the wooden door with her index finger and there was a short flash of green light. She drew her finger away from the door and a long green tendril followed it. It was as if new growth was sprouting out of the old wood at Verdé's request.

"Don't forget the thorns," Nÿte whispered.

The green vine multiplied into seven or eight different strands. Those strands grew more and more twisted and tangled. Wickedly sharp thorns sprang up along their lengths.

"A dash of poison?" Verdé asked.

"Mmm yes," Nÿte replied. "Something that will give it a real sting."

Crazy, Phil thought. Absolutely crazy.

His eyes widened as bubbles of liquid welled up from the thorns. A droplet hit the floor and sent up little puffs of white smoke. Verdé pulled the new plant growth from the door and gave the vines a few experimental swings.

Aches or no aches, Phil decided it was time to get up and get out of here before Verdé and Nÿte decided it might be fun to use that whip on him.

Verdé and Nÿte approached each other, their eyes gleaming with lust. The two succubi embraced and their lips met in a sloppy, passionate kiss.

Phil stopped and stared. He didn't really have a choice in the matter.

Verdé and Nÿte broke off their kiss and looked at him. Their arms and wings were still around each other.

"Shoo fledgling," Verdé said.

"Go play with Rosa," Nÿte added. She kicked the door shut in his face for good measure.

Phil stood outside the door. In terms of his life, health and general wellbeing, it was probably a very good thing he wasn't in that room right now.

He heard a loud crack followed by a squeal of delight.

He still wished he was in there to see that.

Hey wait, he thought. Where were Rosa's chambers?

"Lower levels," Cέrμləa said. She was sitting cross-legged on the floor and drawing pictures of people screaming in agony as they were burned alive. The pictures were very detailed. "Opposite Nÿte's chambers," she added.

"Thank you," Phil said.

Cέrμləa looked up at him and smiled, her ruby-red eyes twinkling.

"You're welcome," she said.

Phil had seen Nÿte and Cέrμləa's chambers. He'd visited Verdé's garden. He hadn't seen Rosa's quarters yet though and wasn't sure what to expect.

A wide basalt walkway through a pit of fire in a cavernous hall was not exactly what he expected, but not altogether unsurprising either.

The main entrance was two large double doors made out of a dark red metal. The metal was warped in places as if by very high temperatures. When he slipped through and saw the room on the other side Phil understood why. The heat hit him first. The rest of the castle was pleasantly warm. Warm enough that Phil never felt a chill despite his nakedness. Rosa's chamber was much hotter, hot enough for a sheen of sweat to form on Phil's skin.

On the other side was a wide walkway made from large blocks of rough-hewn basalt. On either side of the walkway the floor dropped away into pools of bubbling lava. The walls were plain apart from stone sculptures of ferocious looking succubi. Thin streams of yellow lava ran down from their eyes, naked breasts and naked pussies.

Tentatively, Phil walked down the walkway. He jumped every time a flare erupted from one of the pools and sent flames swirling up to the ceiling.

Rosa was at the far end of the room, where the walkway widened out into a raised dais. She lounged casually across the arms of a sturdy stone throne. Normally Rosa wore nothing or close to nothing. Today she was wearing a spiky leather bodysuit that might have resembled armour had it not hugged the curves of her figure in such a revealing manner. There was something a little more demonic about her today, Phil thought. Her red horns looked a little longer than usual.

"This is your room?" Phil said as he approached her throne.

Rosa smiled. "This is where I greet visitors," she said. "It's important to make the right first impression."

Rosa's left hand caught fire. Short yellow flames flickered over her wrist and fingers.

"Did they teach you any defensive magic at this school of yours?" Rosa asked.

Phil wasn't sure he liked where this was leading.

"Some shields," he replied.

It had been right near the start of term. At the time he was still getting over the shock that magic both existed and he was currently studying it at a college for warlocks.

"Show me," Rosa said.

The flames in her left hand coalesced into a single ball of fire. She casually tossed it up and caught it as if it was nothing more than a tennis ball.

Phil tried to remember the lessons. It had been a long time ago. Now was it 'Shelrak dom Magique' or 'Kaldak mod Magique'?

"I'm not sure if I remember," he said. "I'll try."

He waved his arms around in an impressive fashion.

"Shelrak mod Magique!" he yelled.

Nothing happened.

Rosa lazily threw the ball of fire at him.

Fuck.

The ball of fire grew bigger. It went from tennis ball sized, to baseball sized, to soccer ball sized, to something wider than his shoulders in diameter. Its heat preceded it in a simmering wave as it arced through the air towards him.

Fuck. It was going to burn him to a crisp.

Think. Think.

He could remember the lessons. He remembered that sense of awe when his own shimmering dome had appeared around him.

The fireball was moments away from striking him.

"Sheldak nida Magique!"

The fireball impacted on his shield with a bright flash. Phil was knocked backwards. His brain felt like it had been half wrenched out of his skull. He was still alive though and thankfully unsinged.

"You didn't go whuff," Rosa said. Phil couldn't tell if she sounded pleased or disappointed.

Rosa swung her long legs round, stood up out of her throne and casually threw another fireball at Phil.

Fuck.

He made another shield and rocked backwards as the fireball struck it.

"Stop playing games, fledgling," Rosa said, throwing another fireball at him.

Fuck.

"Sheldak nida Magique!"

"Who are you really?" Rosa screamed.

The succubus was ablaze with fury. Phil had never seen her look this angry before. Fires flickered around the edges of her body in an orange-red nimbus. In the midst of the conflagration her eyes glowed with icy blue light.

"Stop pretending!" Rosa cried.

Why was she so angry? he thought.

"I don't know what you mean!" he shouted back.

Fuck. She really was trying to burn him to a cinder.

The fireballs were getting bigger, faster, hotter and more powerful. Phil remembered from the lessons the instructor telling them the mind provided the shield, but it also took the brunt of the force. Phil's skull felt like a bell that had been repeatedly whacked by a large sledgehammer.

"Don't lie," Rosa said. She drew a whip that ignited into a long coil of bright yellow flame. "You're hiding your abilities."

Oh fuck.

The whip would have sliced him in two had he not got a shield up in time. Instead he was sent skidding across the walkway until his heels teetered on the edge of the other side. His lungs burned like he'd just run a mile. A single drop of blood dribbled out of his nostril.

"I tire of these games," Rosa said.

She flapped her great red bat wings and took to the air. Phil watched warily as she circled above him.

She was really trying to kill him and there wasn't much he could do about it. Wargsnouts students were forbidden from learning direct attacking spells until at least the third year.

"Enhalarat mod Flambescanae!" Rosa yelled.

Flares erupted from the fire pits on either side of Phil. They coalesced into floating balls of flame. As Phil watched they opened out to reveal the forms of beautiful women.

Beautiful women that also happened to be on fire.

Phil backed warily into the centre of the stone walkway.

"We are spirits of fire and passion," a spirit said. "Burn for our lust."

Flames flickered over their naked forms. Their bodies were thin and leggy -- perfect catwalk models. Fire formed their hair, twisting up from their heads to form elaborate beehives. They were attractive, but clearly deadly.

The lead spirit blew a kiss and a ring of black smoke drifted towards Phil. He cast another shield, but in his panic cast the wrong type. The smoke ring came straight through and enveloped Phil's head.

He couldn't see or breathe. Phil coughed and spluttered and tried to brush the smoke from his watering eyes. It smelt a lot like sweet incense and he felt his mind spin and his heart start to race as it sank into his lungs.

A warm hand gripped his.

"Dance with us," the spirit said.

Phil was spun into the arms of another spirit. He felt the heat of her body as she whirled him round in a wild flamenco. He heard crackling and smelt burning and realised it was the hairs on his body.

He was pinballed out into the arms of another spirit and whirled around faster and faster. Their feet were a blur as they danced. Phil's feet screamed as they were forced to match the pace.

One of the spirits kissed him and his lungs were filled with her hot breath. His blood ignited as lust burned in his veins. The steam rushed to his head and clouded his mind with a sultry fog.

Phil was spun into the arms of two spirits. They held him in place as the spirit that had kissed him approached.

"Your end will be like the fiery birth of a new star," the spirit said. She reached between her legs and parted the flaming labia of her pussy.

He felt her molten heat as she approached. He knew that if he entered her he'd be burnt to a cinder. Thankfully he also knew how to deal with spirits like this.

"Exhalarat dom Flambescanae!"

He repeated the dismissal spell until each of the spirits disappeared in a puff of black smoke. Then he bent over in a coughing fit. He felt singed and parboiled.

Rosa wasn't about to give him any time to rest either. He only just managed to dive out of the way as her fire whip slammed across the path and seared a black line into the stonework.

Phil backed away and stood on tottering legs. He threw up both an anti-magic and anti-demon barrier. They surrounded him in twin flickering domes. He doubted they'd survive a decent hit and even if they did the impact would probably pop his brain. He continued to stand anyway, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

Rosa landed in front of him and folded her wings behind her. She walked up to the barrier, her hips swinging seductively. Phil watched her warily.

Rosa twisted her blood-red lips up in a smile. Her blue eyes sparkled.

She unlaced the front of her bodice and pulled it down. The ripe globes of her breasts bounced free and unfettered.

Phil gawped, entranced by the sight of her dusky brown nipples.

He lost concentration.

The shields flickered out.

"That might be considered a weakness you know," Rosa said.

She stepped inside the non-existent shields and casually planted a kick on Phil's chest that sent him flying backwards and over the edge of the walkway. A pool of molten lava awaited him below.

Nooooooo... ah?

Phil wasn't falling. He was lying on something pliant. He looked around and realised his fall had been broken by something that looked like a transparent beanbag with fluorescent orange edges.

Rosa peeled off the rest of her leather bodysuit and lay on the shimmering bed next to him.

"It's an energy field of heat," Rosa said. "It makes quite a comfortable bed don't you think."

Phil couldn't argue with that. The surface was soft and luxuriously warm. Gentle vibrations ran through it like ripples through gel. The motions massaged his aching limbs with soft caresses. Perfectly relaxed, he sank into the shimmering field until nearly all of his body was enveloped by pleasant warmth.

"You lost fledgling," Rosa said. She ran her hand through the energy, sending luxurious ripples across Phil's body. "This is the point when a succubus holds her prey in a state of blissful relaxation while she leisurely sucks out their life and soul."

Rosa ran a hand over Phil's crotch. The liquid heat rippled up and down Phil's cock in gentle stroking motions. He was completely helpless. His limbs felt so relaxed he couldn't move them.

"What do I do with you fledgling?" Rosa asked.

Phil sighed as the liquid heat continued to stroke up and down his erection. His balls felt like they'd been suspended in warm honey.

"You're not strong enough," Rosa said. "It's only a matter of time before Nurse Honey sucks out your soul and imprisons it in her flesh for all eternity."

Her other hand suddenly flared up in flames.

"Maybe it would be kinder to burn you to ash right now," Rosa said.

Phil felt the heat of her hand as she raised it above his forehead. He felt a flash of terror, but it couldn't penetrate the cocoon of warm pleasure surrounding him.

"No," Rosa said, withdrawing her hand. "Verdé would never forgive me. The last time I incinerated one of her favourite pets she refused to see or talk to me for a century. I can't tell you how much I missed her tongue lapping at my clit. You wouldn't understand."

She speeded up her stroking motions. He felt a tingling sensation in his balls and he groaned as he felt the orgasm breaking inside him.

"Oops," Rosa said. "Hold on. We can't have any going to waste."

She straddled Phil and engulfed his cock with her pussy in one smooth motion.

Enveloped in her hot flesh, Phil couldn't hold out any longer. He cried out in pleasure as his hips bucked upwards and he pumped a thick rope of cum into her moist pussy. Her vagina noisily sucked on his cock, gulping down his cream until his balls had none left to pump.

"And you are quite delicious," Rosa said.

Her pussy kept his cock rock hard with expert little sucks and squeezes.

Rosa leant over and whispered in his ear. "I'm going to show you what it feels like when a succubus slowly sucks a man dry."

Her fangs slid into his neck. There was no pain, only blissful ecstasy as her venom poured into his veins like warm lava. Any tenseness the massaging of the bed hadn't already removed simply drained away. His balls swelled up with fervent activity.

Rosa sat back up and rocked up and down on his cock. Phil was entranced by the glory of her unfettered breasts as they bounced in front of him. She rose up and down with exquisite slowness. Her moist vagina slurped up and down his twitching shaft.

Her tail curled under Phil and lightly circled around the entrance to his ass. He was in such a relaxed state he offered no protest as the end of her tail gently pushed its way inside him. The tip wormed up until it found his prostate. It rubbed against it, sending thrills of pleasure through Phil's body.

He was truly helpless now. He was Rosa's plaything. She fondled her breasts and smiled majestically as her sucking pussy and probing tail reduced Phil to a molten puddle of bliss.

He came again, but this time it was a slow constant stream as she massaged his prostate with his tail. The orgasm was long and slow and Rosa greedily sucked down his seed until his balls were empty.

"Are you enjoying your slow death, little fledgling?" Rosa asked.

She leaned backwards and spread her wings. Phil sank deeper into her sumptuous sheath. Powerful muscles clenched around his cock, holding him in place and keeping him hard as she sucked him.

Phil couldn't talk. The pleasure overwhelmed everything.

His balls had already filled back up. With a blissful shiver he let go and emptied their contents into the strong suction of her vagina.




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Rosa fell forward and tightly embraced Phil's twitching body. Her warm breasts pressed against his chest. Her wings folded around his back. Far beneath him the pool of lava bubbled with constant motion.

"You're dying," Rosa whispered in his ear. "Your body is breaking down its organs and tissues to produce more seed to feed me. Can you feel it?"

Phil could. It felt like being consumed by a thousand million tiny biting ants. Even that couldn't penetrate the pleasure he felt. He was drowning in it. He couldn't help himself. He didn't want this to stop.

Rosa flexed her hips and her vagina gripped his cock with a mighty suck. Phil whimpered as he exploded within her. Semen spurted from his cock in a great geyser that Rosa's pussy greedily gulped down. His balls weren't even getting a chance to refill now. He was jetting his life straight down her hungry maw.

"Your tissues are drying up as I suck out all your fluids," Rosa whispered.

Within his body Phil felt his tissues shrink and shrivel. He felt dry, desiccated.

He felt terror then.

He couldn't stop though. He didn't want to stop. He couldn't bear for this feeling to end. Rosa's pussy continued to make wet slurping sounds as she sucked his life away.

"I can hear your heart beating like a little caged bird," Rosa whispered. "It's getting slower now. So little blood left to pump. Lub dub. Lub dub."

Phil wheezed through parched and cracked lips. He felt cold, ever so cold, even with Rosa's warm body wrapped around him.

"Can you hear it?" Rosa whispered. "Slower and slower. Lub. Dub. Your life slowly draining away. Is this what you want fledgling?"

No, I don't want to die, Phil cried inside.

I don't want this to end.

His heart was struggling in his chest. He was a withered shell. Life was just the tiniest of flickering embers inside him.

"Lub... Dub&mdash

"But I won't stop it," Rosa whispered. "Not this time."

Rosa lightly kissed him on the forehead and released his cock from her silken prison.

Phil gave a rattling wheeze. It was the only sound his dried up tissues could make. Whether it was a cry of relief or regret he didn't even know himself.

"You're lucky Verdé gives such wicked oral," Rosa said. "I don't think I could go another century without feeling her tongue inside my pussy."

Rosa looked down on Phil's withered body and smiled.

"And you are quite an amusing little pet," she said, smiling broadly. "Now let's get you off to Nurse Honey. She won't claim your soul just yet."

Rosa paused, her lips pursed in thought.

"I think.

"How many times have we nearly killed you again?"



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AUTHOR'S NOTE This is a continuation of the Succubus Summoning series that begins with "Succubus Summoning 101"

*/

Phil came to. He was somewhere dark and moist. Wherever he was he felt warm and very relaxed.

Before this he remembered being in Rosa's chambers, the succubus's body entwined tightly around his. Flames had raged around them and Rosa's body had burned with blazing desire, but in the midst of it he'd felt cold, ever so cold. Succubi were daemonic sexual vampires. They drained a man's life force through the act of sexual intercourse. Rosa had sucked so much of his energy only the barest flickers of life remained in his emaciated form. She said she wouldn't kill him this time, but maybe she'd misjudged.

No, he was still alive.

He felt like he was sitting upright in a bath of warm honey. A body, soft and warm, sat astride him, their legs crossed behind him. A thick membrane was stretched tightly around his back. The pliant material slid over a thick layer of syrupy substance that coated the whole of his body. Two breasts, as soft as the plushest of pillows, were pressed against his chest. More than pressed, he realised. The nipples had penetrated his skin and were embedded painlessly into the flesh of his chest. He was hooked up to the breasts as if they were some kind of bizarre IV line.

Like an intravenous drip they flooded his tissues with life-giving liquids. The breasts slowly swelled and ebbed, squirting a warm liquid into Phil's body that filled him with luxurious pleasure. His whole body was limp as he lay in the woman's embrace. 

Not a woman. A succubus. Nurse Honey. The demoness with the face of an angel.

He was in Nurse Honey's embrace.

Phil felt a shiver of fear. He knew she would restore him, but the eventual cost would be his soul. Was this the time she'd claim him? Panicking, he struggled to free himself from her cloying embrace.

"Shh," Nurse Honey breathed softly in his ear. "Relax and let me pump life back into your body."

Phil went limp again as her soft breasts squeezed more heavenly warmth into his cold tissues. Her soft lips met his for a tender kiss. His heart began to pump with greater vigour as the plush lips of her labia parted around his cock and he was drawn up into the honeyed well of her pussy. He lost the desire to fight as the soft walls of her vagina squeezed around his cock and rubbed her sticky fluids into his skin. Nurse Honey gently shifted position and her cunt pulsed as it flooded his engulfed cock with a bubble of thick, viscous honey. Warm fluids oozed out of her pussy and dribbled down his balls in thick dollops.

"Yes, let it out," Nurse Honey whispered in his ear.

Phil's muscles tensed and he felt blessed relief as he ejaculated into the liquid warmth of her vagina. Part of his essence spurted out with his seed and he felt it drift into Nurse Honey's body. He didn't experience the feeling of loss for long before Nurse Honey's breasts pulsed again and her energy poured into him.

Phil was trapped in a constant cycle of bliss. Her body was hooked into his. He couldn't escape the secretions she pumped into his body and didn't want to. They were a drug he couldn't bear to survive without. He was dependent on her totally, as helpless as a foetus still attached to its mother's placenta.

Phil came again and sank deeper into the cycle. The pleasure completely swamped him.

Nurse Honey lightly kissed him on the forehead.

"You need to be careful now, fledgling," she whispered in his ear. "You have run up too high a debt. The next time you call on me will be the last."

Rocked by gentle ripples of pleasure, Phil sank into oblivion.

*****

Phil flickered in and out of consciousness. He heard voices raised in anger.

"Do you always have to be so greedy?"

"I wanted to show him."

"You nearly killed him!"

"He's going to die anyway."

"He might not."

"They always die. You know that. They can't help themselves."

"How long"

"Not long. Nurse Honey said this was the last time. The next time she'll take his soul."

"And the conjunction is coming..."

"He won't survive."

"I know."

"If we don't Mamǝḵā Bēyˁṯān will claim his soul anyway. What's the greater kindness?"

"I know. I..."

"You are silly. I keep telling you not to get so attached to them. It always makes you so upset when you have to kill them."

"I can't help it. He's our---."

Phil slipped back into unconsciousness.

*****

Phil woke up to see Cέrμləa standing at the foot of the bed. She was in her young form, which meant she looked like a girl in her early teens. She wore a plain blue dress. Her hair was the same colour and stood up in small, unruly spikes. It was impossible to mistake her for human as she also possessed horns, a tail and a small pair of bat wings.

Cέrμləa was a demon and her appearance was a lie. Sometimes Phil could glimpse it, when her ruby-red eyes hinted at experience measured in centuries. Other times, like now, they were the eyes of an innocent young girl. Currently she was carrying an old tome almost as large as she was.

"Would you like to come and study with me?" she asked shyly.

"Study? Is that all?" Phil asked.

"Yes." She turned her eyes down to look at the floor. "Unless you want it to be more."

"No no no," Phil said hurriedly. "Studying is fine."

Cέrμləa looked up and smiled, her eyes bright. She took Phil's hand and skipped as she led him through the castle.

"I didn't know demons had to study magic," Phil said as they walked along unfamiliar corridors.

"Well, we're succubi, so we have certain innate magic abilities," Cέrμləa said. "But we can also learn other magic as well. It's really hard though. We're always amazed at how fast some of you humans pick it up. Then I suppose your bodies and minds are so fragile it shouldn't be such a surprise you're always in a rush with everything."

Phil didn't exactly feel like he'd been picking up magic particularly quickly. If he'd learnt more then maybe he wouldn't now be currently trapped in hell.

"Here's our little library," Cέrμləa said, pushing open a heavy wooden door.

It was a library, but it wasn't little.

Phil's jaw dropped. Row upon row of musty old books marched into the distance. Light shone down through narrow slits in the left hand wall. Dust motes glinted in the shafts of daylight as they were stirred up into frenetic dance. 

"It's large," Phil said. He didn't think the main library at Wargsnouts was this big.

"Really?" Cέrμləa said. "I think I might have read all of these at one point. Then I forgot them. So now I read them all over again."

She skipped over to a shelf and put her book back. She skipped across to another shelf and pulled another book off it. The book was thick and looked like it had been rescued at the last minute from a burning house. It looked singed.

"Basic fire magic," Cέrμləa said.

She carried the book and put it down in the centre of one of the beams of light. She opened it out and her lips moved soundlessly as she read the words on the page.

"Flambastinaa!" she cried.

She smiled as yellow flames flickered up and down her hand. Abruptly they turned blue and then flickered out with a poof.

"Oh wuzzlenuts," Cέrμləa said. "My fire magic never works properly." She looked up at Phil and smiled sweetly. "Can you help me?"

"I'd like to," Phil replied, "but I'm not sure I can. I was only a first year student at Wargsnouts. We weren't allowed to practise any offensive magic."

"Really?" Cέrμləa said. All of a sudden her red eyes flashed and Phil was staring into the gaze of someone very old and very cunning. "So exactly who was it that burnt that huge smouldering crater in Verdé's garden?"

"Well... um..." Phil stammered. He still didn't really know how that had happened.

"Come and read with me," Cέrμləa said, her eyes once again young and innocent.

Phil followed her finger as she ran it under the text. He didn't even need to speak the words aloud. As he read them something seemed to click in his mind, like a door opening deep within the folds of his brain. He read and the next thing he knew he smelt burning and heard crackling. He looked down and saw his hand was on fire.

His hand was on fire!

Phil jumped back in panic and shook his hand frantically in an attempt to put the fire out. Cέrμləa watched on and shook her head in exasperation. Phil kept shaking his hand and while the flames grew smaller in size, they didn't go out. Then he paused. He didn't feel any pain. The flames weren't actually burning them.

Phil stopped his frantic movements. He felt a little foolish.

The flames grew again and flickered over his hand and wrist. Phil watched them in wonder. Instead of consuming his flesh the flames were feeding off something else, something inside him. His psyche maybe, or possibly his soul.

"That's it," Cέrμləa said. "Now concentrate it into a ball you can throw."

The flames flickered and coalesced into a small ball in Phil's hand. It had mass. He could toss it up and down and catch it.

"Perfect," Cέrμləa said. "Soon we'll be able to set that mean old Rosa's tail on fire."

That didn't strike Phil as a particularly good idea. He'd already seen the size of the fireballs she liked to toss around.

And thinking of bad ideas, Phil suddenly realised he was casually tossing up and down a ball of fire in a room filled with very old and very dry books.

"Um, don't you think it's a little dangerous to be practising fire magic in here," Phil said, looking at all the books.

"If a book can't protect itself it's not worth having," Cέrμləa said.

Phil didn't want to put that theory to the test so he let the flames slowly dissipate. It was like turning off a valve in his mind.

Cέrμləa suddenly paused, her attentions elsewhere as her ears pricked up.

Phil sensed it too. A subtle distortion in the air of the castle.

He might have felt a little pleased with himself for sensing it, but the booming voice that rang out afterwards rendered it all moot in any case.

"Ladies! Show yourselves for your Romeo has arrived!"

The voice was male.

Another warlock, Phil thought, excitement surging through him. And this one sounded experienced. He sounded like he'd been here before and had survived to come back.

Which meant he knew how to get home.

Cέrμləa pulled a face and stuck out her tongue. She obviously didn't share Phil's enthusiasm about their visitor.

They both crept out of the library and into one of the main halls. The warlock stood at the far end. He was short, portly and very hairy. Long bristles protruded from his nostrils and ears. His face had the ruddy complexion of someone who was a little too fond of the finer things in life. He wore elaborate black robes lined with luxurious black fur.

As the warlock walked towards them, Cέrμləa reached up and lightly tapped Phil on the head. He suddenly felt a little giddy and light-headed but, other than a lingering feeling of oddness, the moment soon passed. He stepped out of the shadows to approach the warlock.

Help, I'm trapped here. Can you send me back to Earth?

No sounds emerged from Phil's mouth.

The warlock looked over him and Cέrμləa and licked a moist tongue over rubbery lips.

Phil tried again.

The succubi are going to kill me. Get me out of here!

Again no sounds emerged.

"Aww, an ickle succubus and incubus," the warlock said. "How cute. How delectable."

Cέrμləa smiled politely and curtsied.

Phil tried to speak again and failed.

Incubus? No, I'm human. Take me back with you.

"Slake, why waste your time on such unripe fruit when you could be experiencing the buxom charms of my full, womanly figure?"

Phil looked up and saw Nurse Honey descending a flight of stairs behind them. She was wearing long flowing white robes with fur trim and looked absolutely radiant. She walked down the stairs with the class of an old movie star, her long blonde hair shimmering in the light.

"Ah Honey," the warlock, Slake, said. "Delectable Nurse Honey, gorgeous Nurse Honey, irresistible Nurse Honey, exactly the succubus I was looking for."

Spittle flecked Slake's lips as he ogled Nurse Honey.

"What pleasures would you like today?" she asked in a voice as soft as silk.

"Ah well you see," Slake started. "Through no fault of my own I appear to have become embroiled in a little spat with a colleague of mine, a most odious and disagreeable little fellow. When you reach such a distinguished age as I, these little arguments can become so draining."

"So you'd like another one of my special revitalising massages," Nurse Honey said.

"Absolutely my dear," Slake replied. "One of your exquisite sticky massages is just what I need to recharge the cells so I can show this bounder what for."

"Mmm, and I'm just in the mood to get really really sticky with someone," Nurse Honey purred.

"Don't go away you pair," Slake said, turning to Phil and Cέrμləa. "You both look absolutely scrumptious. After Nurse Honey's got me all perked up again I think I might come down and gobble you both up." He grabbed his crotch and gave it a good pull.

Phil suddenly felt quite queasy.

Slake ruffled Phil's hair and horns and then walked by to where Nurse Honey waited at the foot of the stairs. He slipped an arm around her waist and together they walked up the stairs. About halfway up Nurse Honey looked back and shared a glance with Cέrμləa.

Horns?

Phil reached up. There were two little hard bumps sticking out of his forehead. He withdrew his hand in shock. A bigger shock awaited him when he tried to walk and looked down to realise his feet had been replaced with cloven hooves. His legs were covered in fine, downy hair. He looked up at Cέrμləa, his eyes wide open.

"You look very fetching as a lesser incubus," Cέrμləa said, her red eyes twinkling. She snapped her fingers and suddenly Phil could speak again.

"What have you done to me?" he said.

"You were going to ask the warlock to take you back to Earth with him."

"Yes," Phil admitted. "I'm going to die if I stay here."

"Slake might have done it," Cέrμləa said, "but then you would have been in his debt. Slake is not a person you would want to be in debt to."

"But at least I'd be alive," Phil said.

That ancient wisdom suddenly flashed in Cέrμləa's eyes again.

"It wouldn't be a life you'd want," she said.

No, it probably wouldn't, Phil thought, remembering the look of naked hunger in the warlock's eyes. There was a man who saw the world as his own private playroom. Changing life as a plaything to life as a plaything for a different master was no escape at all.

"Oh hurry!" Cέrμləa said, a child again. "I'm supposed to take you up to Nurse Honey's quarters so you can see."

She grabbed his hand and pulled him down another corridor. Phil struggled to keep up. He wasn't used to running on hooves.

Cέrμləa noticed.

"Oops," she said, before lightly tapping him on the head.

Phil again experienced a temporary moment of light-headedness. When it passed he was restored to his old self. No horns or hooves.

"Come on," Cέrμləa said, grabbing his hand as they resumed their dash through the back corridors of the castle.

Phil had no idea where they were or where they were going. Cέrμləa took him down a maze of narrow corridors and crawlspaces. Finally they reached their destination. Cέrμləa pushed aside a painting to reveal a hidden space behind. She crawled up inside and Phil followed. He found himself in a small dark room. Once the picture swung back the only light came from a long horizontal crack in the far wall.

"Wh---" Phil started.

Cέrμləa put a finger on his lips to shush him. She gestured and sparkling lights appeared on all the walls. The radiance was only there for a short time before it sank beneath the old stonework.

"There, they won't be able to hear us now." she said.

"They?"

"Look." Cέrμləa said.

Phil crawled up to the far wall and peered through the crack. The room beyond was lit with soft white light. Strips of white material were stretched across the walls like bandages of latex. It suited the room, which looked clean, sanitary and maybe a little too sterile. A large massage table, the only furniture, stood in the centre of the room. There was a hole for the head to rest and the white surface looked far plusher than tables Phil had previously seen, admittedly only in infomercials on TV back on Earth.

Slake was walking around the table wearing nothing but a white towel around his waist. He had a large pot belly covered in bristly black hairs.

Nurse Honey was still wearing her white robe. She walked around the corners of the room lighting small bowls. Thick white tendrils of perfumed smoke rose up into the air. She finished with a bowl positioned right under the hole for a face to rest.

"That smells nice," Slake said.

"I like to relax my clients," Nurse Honey replied.

She smiled as she gave Slake's ass cheek a little squeeze and then ran a finger up his spine. He shivered at her caress.

She patted the cushioned surface of the table. Slake leered at her before climbing up and lying on his front. Seeing him lying there reminded Phil of basking walruses he'd seen in nature documentaries.

Nurse Honey was expressionless as she began to knead Slake's fleshy calves. Her dextrous fingers rubbed and twisted the meaty flesh of Slake's legs. She lifted his ankles and then began to manipulate the soles of his feet. She let them rest against the underside of her soft breasts as she bent over, eliciting grunts of pleasure from Slake.

His feet finished with, Nurse Honey moved back up Slake's thighs. Her face was still serenely blank as she rubbed the back of his legs. Her hands glided up over his buttocks and then moved up his lower back with butterfly presses.

"Yes, that's absolutely perfect dear," Slake sighed.

Nurse Honey's face was unreadable. What was Slake to her? Phil thought. Lover? Client? Prey? Nothing? Piece of meat? Her face revealed nothing. Its emptiness was disconcerting. He wondered if he was gazing upon the true face of a succubus. Did she wear the same face when she was with him? Was it the same with Verdé and Rosa? When their faces were turned away and out of his sight, did they let the seductive masks fall away to become like this: blank, perfect mannequins. It was a cold thought.

"That's just the spot," Slake crooned as Nurse Honey's hand rubbed a spot between his shoulder blades with light circular motions. His sighs of pleasure grew louder as she kneaded the muscles of his neck and shoulders.

"You've let yourself get too tense," Nurse Honey said.

"It's the pressures of putting these upstart bounders back in their place," Slake replied.

"You shouldn't let them bother you," Nurse Honey said. She continued to work the muscles of his back.

Suddenly she looked up and stared straight at Phil with her pure white eyes. He had no doubt she knew he was there. Her stare bored right through the wall, right through him and straight down to his soul.

"I have to go now," Cέrμləa said. "I'm not allowed to see adult stuff."

"Why am I supposed to be here?" Phil asked.

"Watch and see," Cέrμləa replied as she left the room. "You'll work out why."

Watching was not exactly a terrible chore. Nurse Honey had just shrugged her white robe to the floor. Underneath she was completely naked. As always the combination of her serene features and voluptuous curves made her look like an angel that had fallen from heaven with the express aim of starring in porn movies.

Although he was a little ashamed to admit it, Phil could quite happily look at those boobs all day.

Nurse Honey mounted the massage table and straddled Slake's lower back. His grunts grew louder as she rubbed her hands up and down his spine.




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"Watch this closely fledgling," Verdé whispered in his ear.

Phil jumped. He hadn't realised she was in the room with him.

On the massage table Nurse Honey folded her voluptuous body over Slake's back until her large breasts were pressed against his shoulder blades. Her breasts shivered and Slake moaned in bliss as a sticky amber fluid oozed out across his back.

"Ooh, that feels good my dear," Slake sighed.

"I want you nice and relaxed," Nurse Honey said. She rubbed her breasts against his back in slow circular motions.

Verdé pressed her own naked breasts into Phil's back. She moved up until Phil felt the heat of her body against him. His head was enfolded by her perfume, fresh like a meadow on a summer's day.

Nurse Honey squirted more and more of her thick honey until Slake's back was completely coated in the sticky fluid. He moaned in pleasure as she massaged the liquid into the muscles of his back and neck.

"Quentin Slake is a regular of Nurse Honey's," Verdé said, squeezing up closer. She put her arms around Phil. "Slake is a quarrelsome man. He gets embroiled in constant squabbles with his fellow warlocks that leave his energy depleted. Then he comes to Nurse Honey for a recharge."

Overwhelmed by her perfume and erotic aura, Phil relaxed back against Verdé's body.

In the room Nurse Honey dismounted and turned Slake onto his back. Leering, Slake held out his arms in an attempt to draw her into his embrace. Smiling, Nurse Honey nimbly stepped aside and moved to the head of the table. She leant over until Slake's face was smothered between the sticky pillows of her breasts. He guffawed and rubbed his face in her cleavage with the glee of a child given the keys to a candy store.

"Your breasts are perfect," Slake said. "I could nuzzle them all day."

"Isn't it dangerous to use Nurse Honey too often?" Phil asked.

"So you do remember," Verdé said. She lightly tickled his ear with her tongue. "We thought you might have forgotten. Slake knows this too, but he arrogantly believes he's her master and the rules don't apply to him."

"Wouldn't you like to touch me here as well?" Nurse Honey asked. She guided Slake's hand to the moist cleft between her legs.

Slake giggled like a naughty child as he pushed his fingers inside her. They came out covered in thick gloopy syrup.

"Wouldn't you like to put your cock in there and get it all sticky?" Nurse Honey asked seductively.

"Oh yes," Slake said eagerly. Then he looked down to where his cock lay slackly against the rounded pot of his belly. "But alas, I'm not as young as I once was. The mind willing, but the flesh failing and all that."

"Oh sweetie, that's no problem at all, not to me," Nurse Honey said. "You lie back and relax and leave it to me."

She winked lasciviously at Slake before climbing up to straddle his chest. She bent over and lightly blew on his cock until it started to twitch into life. Then she took it into her mouth and started to fellate him.

"Is he?" Phil asked. "Her master?"

Slake did seem quite familiar with her and, well, wasn't dead.

"No silly," Verdé laughed. "He's just another little wizardling puffed up with his own sense of self importance. It amuses us to humour them, for a while, before we suck out their souls."

Like me, Phil thought. He knew he was only still alive because succubi liked to play with their food. 

Nurse Honey knew she had an audience. She stared at Phil like a porn starlet posing for the camera as her head bobbed up and down. Despite his fear, Phil's arousal grew as he watched Nurse Honey give Slake a very thorough and sloppy blow job.

Phil felt a soft hand encircle his cock and gently pump up and down.

"She is beautiful isn't she?" Verdé breathed in his ear. "Hard to believe that beneath that angelic exterior lies the soul of the blackest succubus of all."

Nurse Honey swallowed Slake's cock all the way to the back of her throat. Her cheeks sank in as she sucked him. At the same time her dextrous fingers fondled his balls and tickled down around his anus.

"Careful," Slake said. "You'll suck out all my energy before you've had a chance to replenish it."

"I'm just getting you all warmed up dear," Nurse Honey said as she turned to face him. Thick honey dripped from her sensual pink lips. "Now I've got you hard, lets make sure you stay that way."

Nurse Honey turned back and stared directly at Phil again. She bent right over until Slake's cock was positioned snugly in her cleavage and her large breasts were pressed into his crotch. She smiled at Phil, an expression more of triumph than happiness, as her breasts pulsed and pulsed and pulsed. Slake's eyes fluttered as the sensation temporarily overwhelmed him. Nurse Honey squirted thick gobbets of honey over Slake's cock and balls until his whole groin was soaked in her sticky syrup. Then she squeezed her breasts together and rubbed them up and down the warlock's straining erection. He writhed in helpless pleasure beneath her.

"It wouldn't matter if Slake was her master," Verdé said, her voice serious. "To Nurse Honey all humans are prey, even those she chooses to do the bidding of."

A cold chill slithered up Phil's spine, temporarily distracting him from the pleasure of Verdé masturbating him.

Nurse Honey released Slake's cock from the gummy clutch of her breasts and turned around to face him. She stretched her back like a cat and rubbed her dripping breasts against his chest while he moaned and sighed. She lifted up the perfect peach of her ass and then slammed it down, burying Slake's rampant erection in her pussy with a loud squelch. Slake closed his eyes and groaned in pleasure as she moved her hips up and down with sinuous grace. Sticky globs of honey oozed out between her labia and spattered both hers and Slake's stomachs.

"She's hot isn't she," Verdé whispered in the darkness. "You wish it was you out there on the table feeling her voluptuous body bounce up and down on you. It's okay, you don't have to hide it. Imagine your cock thrusting back and forth into her warm vagina, that deliciously thick honey squelching against your skin. Go on, my hand will help."

Her hand continued to pump his cock. It was slick with some kind of thick lubricant.

Out in the room, Slake sighed with bliss. "That feels wonderful."

"Mmm, enjoy your dip in my honey pot," Nurse Honey said. "This time you won't ever leave."

Despite the pleasure he was receiving, Slake still caught the nuance in Nurse Honey's words. He opened his eyes and looked up. He saw the gleam of predatory hunger in her white eyes and his eyes widened.

"You've visited me too often," Nurse Honey said. "Your body contains barely a flicker of your own energy left."

Verdé hooked an arm around Phil's waist and pulled him back tighter against her body. Her wings folded around him like a soft leather coat. Beneath them her hand gently squeezed his cock as she pumped it.

"Watch carefully," she whispered in Phil's ear. "This is what happens when it's time for Nurse Honey to reclaim her debt." Her lips drifted down to softly nibble his neck.

Fully aware of the danger he was in, Slake opened his mouth to utter a spell. He was too late. Nurse Honey smothered the words in her sticky cleavage. She locked her arms behind his head and kept his face firmly pressed between her breasts even as she continued to thrust up and down on his cock.

Slake thrashed beneath her. His arms flailed wildly, but Nurse Honey had covered him in so much of her honey he couldn't get a grip on anything. His struggles grew weaker as he ran out of air until his arms fell slackly by his side. Only then, with her victim on the verge of complete suffocation, did Nurse Honey release him.

Slake gasped as he sucked in a much needed breath. That was all the pause Nurse Honey gave him before she forced a nipple between his quivering lips. Her face was expressionless again as she held his head tightly in place. Her breast repeatedly swelled and contracted as she pumped a thick stream of honey down his throat. She kept pumping until Slake's eyes glazed over and amber syrup bubbled up out of his nose and the corner of his mouth.

The warlock was slack as she laid him back down on the table.

"Now you lie back quietly while I pump out your soul," Nurse Honey smiled. "Enjoy these final moments of pleasure."

In the dark Verdé rubbed her hand up and down Phil's cock. Her other hand fondled his balls. He was on the verge of boiling over but Verdé wouldn't grant him that release just yet.

"I love this moment," Verdé whispered. "It's the only time we get to see the real Mamǝḵā Bēyˁṯān."

Nurse Honey, Mamǝḵā Bēyˁṯān, sat up straight and stretched. A great pair of membranous wings, as wide as the room, erupted from her back. They were pure white and glistened like stretched latex. Her long flowing hair had turned completely white and drifted as if charged by static electricity. An elaborate pair of white horns curled through her hair and formed a regal crown. Her white eyes blazed with power.

"Isn't she glorious," Verdé whispered in awe. Her hand made soft shlupping sounds as she stroked his cock.

Glorious, and deadly, Phil thought. Hers was the light that drew men like moths and the fire that incinerated their souls.

Slake's eyes widened with terror as he woke up to the peril he was in. He struggled to shake himself out his stupor. He tried to speak, but his throat was completely clogged with Nurse Honey's honey. Amber liquid continued to dribble out of the corner of his mouth.

"It's too late to fight now," Nurse Honey smiled cruelly.

She lent over Slake's corpulent body and pressed her nipples directly into Slake's chest. His skin bubbled and swelled as she pumped her fluids into the flesh beneath. Phil saw the same thing was happening at Slake's crotch. Honey had stopped moving up and down and her labia were clamped tightly shut around the base of Slake's cock. Instead of oozing out over his stomach and balls, her secretions were pulsing out in waves beneath his skin. She folded her white wings around the table and lay there for a while, pumping her thick honey into Slake's helpless form.

Phil sat in the dark and watched. Verdé's warm body was pressed tightly against him and her smooth hands moved up and down his cock with soft, liquid sounds. He felt her moist pussy pressing against his tailbone.

Nurse Honey sat back up, her wings extended regally behind her. Trickles of amber liquid oozed out of her nipples and ran down her breasts in little rivulets.

"It's time to give up your soul my love," Nurse Honey sighed. Her hips moved up and down with slow thick squelches. Her heavy breasts bounced up and down with the motions of her body.

Verdé's hand stroked up and down Phil's cock faster and faster. Her other hand caressed his nipples. Her soft lips nuzzled against the sensitive parts of his neck.

Slake gargled incoherently as he tried to clear his throat of the cloying honey.

"Yes, that's it," Nurse Honey murmured seductively. "Come into me."

Slake's body went rigid as he realised how close to the end he was. His limbs thrummed with tension as the warlock desperately tried to fight against his animal urge to come. He screwed his eyes shut as he tried to summon every last ounce of mental will.

Nurse Honey continued to thrust her hips against him. From her face it was clear she already knew who would be the winner of this battle.

"Yes. I can feel it," she sighed. "Just a little more."

She stopped pumping her hips up and down and instead started to rock back and forth on his cock.

Verdé slowed her hand movements as well, letting her palm rub over the oozing head of Phil's cock while he trembled in her embrace.

"Imagine that delectable pussy squeezing tight around your cock," she whispered in his ear. She gripped his cock with both hands and gently squeezed. "Feel her hot body sucking you."

Something very strange was happening to Slake's body. Even as he grimaced in concentration his skin seemed to swell up and shift of its own accord. It was as if it was becoming untethered from his flesh and bones.

"Come for me my love," Nurse Honey urged. She fondled her ripe breasts.

Beneath her Slake's body appeared to be losing its cohesion. He looked less like a man than a bag of liquid with the general shape of a man. Bulges ebbed and flowed beneath his loose-fitting skin like tides under the influence of a moon. That moon, Nurse Honey, was sitting astride him and smiling with serene beauty as her rocking hips slowly drove him to irresistible orgasm. Slake's head shook violently as he tried to fight against his body's own nature.

It was not a fight he was going to win.

In the little dark room Phil was also losing his own battle. His body writhed and squirmed in Verdé's embrace. Her soft hands teased him, took him to the verge and held him there, gasping like a landed fish. One little squeeze of her palm was all it would take.

"Yes," Nurse Honey purred. She sat all the way down on Slake's cock and her labia fluttered as thick dollops of sticky honey bubbled out of her vagina.

Slake's face went slack and his mouth fell open.

In the darkness Verdé finally gave Phil's cock that last little squeeze.

Several things happened simultaneously.

Nurse Honey threw back her head and gave a loud cry of passion and triumph.

Phil ejaculated explosively into Verdé's hand.

Slake gave a final, inarticulate cry. His skin bulged up like dough rising until he barely resembled a human being. Finally his skin split and a torrent of thick, gloopy liquid spilled out onto the floor like the pus from a lanced boil. The liquid continued to flow until there was nothing left of Slake but an empty bag of skin. It was as if his body had been replaced entirely with Nurse Honey's fluids and now they were finally all being released.

The pleasurable tingling aftermath of Phil's orgasm was washed aside by a cold tide of shock as he watched Slake's final dissolution.

Verdé licked his semen off her hand and gave a contented sigh.

Nurse Honey folded her wings behind her and casually sat on the scraps of skin that were all that remained of the warlock. There was a violent commotion on the surface of her belly as Slake's screaming face tried to push its way out of her imprisoning flesh.

"Shh. You're mine now," Nurse Honey said.

She kissed a finger and placed it on Slake's forehead. Still screaming, he was dragged back down beneath the surface until her belly was as flat and as flawless as it always was.

"Forever."

She got off the massage table and stared directly at Phil. The message in her eyes was clear.

He shuddered.

"I won't let that happen to you fledgling, I promise," Verdé whispered in his ear.

She kissed him lightly on the neck.

"I'll eat your soul myself first."

Then she was gone.

Phil sat alone in the darkness for a very long time.

to be continued...



Succubus Summoning 113



/**AUTHOR'S NOTE

This is a continuation of the Succubus Summoning series that begins with "Succubus Summoning 101"*/

The air was different.

It was a subtle change, but Phil still sensed it.

For as long as he'd been held captive in the succubi's castle there had always been the ever present aroma of sex and arousal in the air. The scent was still there, only now it was a lot stronger. The air was thick with it. It caught hold of him and started a niggling little itch in his balls. It wasn't as if he was lacking for sex at the moment. On the contrary, he was getting so much it was killing him.

Phil looked out of the window. The sky had also changed. It was a darker, more sensual shade of pink. The orbiting celestial bodies were different as well. The fiery planet and giant iron ball were gone. In their place were pastel balls of red and pink, and what looked like great gossamer bubbles.

So quiet as well. Where were the wargen? Normally the grotesque monsters would be shuffling around the grounds. An expectant hush had descended over the entire castle.

The silence was broken by the sound of flapping wings. Phil backed away from the window as Verdé landed on the sill and gracefully stepped into the room.

"Hello fledgling," she breathed. She advanced on him, her hips swaying.

"Um hi," Phil said. He backed away until his calves came into contact with the side of the bed. "What do you want?"

Why did he bother asking that question? He knew what she wanted. It was the same thing she always wanted. She was a succubus; she wanted to fuck him. It wouldn't be a bad thing, but succubi were daemons; they used sex to suck out the life force of their victims. Phil knew this and yet his treacherous cock was still rock hard and twitching in anticipation. It didn't help that -- horns, wings and tail aside -- Verdé was absolutely gorgeous.

And completely naked.

"Do you know what that sky means, fledgling?" Verdé asked, still advancing on him.

"No," Phil replied, inching away from her around the bed.

"The spheres are in conflux. The conjunction is upon us. The dominion of Lust is unbroken," Verdé continued.

"What does that mean?" Phil asked.

The geography of Hell was a complete mystery to Phil. It changed every day.

Verdé continued to slide towards him. She fondled her ripe breasts and pouted full, luscious lips.

"While the planes of lust are aligned there is no outside influence from the other dominions of sin. My sexual desires and those of my sisters are increased tenfold. The wargen won't approach the castle today. They're hiding in the woods."

"Tenfold?" Phil asked.

Verdé's arousal was clear to him. Juices dribbled out from between her labia and ran down her inner thigh. She smiled and beads of her aphrodisiac venom formed where her fangs rested on her sumptuous lips.

"Now is the time to show you can fly fledgling," Verdé said. "You have no time left."

Phil understood. The castle contained five succubi with turbo-charged libido and he was the only available male.

"Smogglerfoggum!"

Phil dashed for the door.

Five succubi in heat. There was no way he'd survive that. He had to get out of the castle and take his chances in the forest.

He got halfway across the courtyard before Rosa swooped down out of the sky and gathered him up in her embrace.

"Fleeing prey, my favourite," Rosa laughed as she carried him up into the lurid pink sky.

Phil struggled, but Rosa wrapped her arms and legs tightly around him. She crushed her soft lips against his and kissed him until the fight left his body. His body went limp in her embrace.

"We've never fucked while flying have we fledgling," Rosa laughed as her broad wings held them motionless in the sky. "This is going to be fun."

Phil's thoughts were clouded and his limbs felt weak. Rosa's hot kiss had drained all the resistance from him. Her powerful thighs wrapped around his waist and he shivered in pleasurable surprise as his erection slid into her moist vagina.

Hot.

Hot and tight.

Rosa's body boiled with lust. Her heat enfolded his body and overwhelmed his senses. Still flapping her wings to keep them airborne, she thrust her hips against him. Her lust was contagious. Phil pushed back against her, feeling his cock slide against the hot walls of her pussy.

Rosa laughed with wild abandon and swooped around the black stone minarets of the castle. The horizon and the sky became one dizzying blur to Phil as he span in Rosa's embrace. Faster and faster she flew, until Phil felt the wind streaming through his hair and down the naked skin of his back. Higher she took them, until the castle became toy sized beneath them. They were suspended in the sky, their bodies slamming together in passion.

She planted another fiery kiss on Phil's lips as their bodies slowly turned and ascent changed into a steep dive. Rosa cried with passion as the wind whistled past them. Phil's heart thudded in his throat as they hurtled downwards. He saw the dark stone walls of the castle rushing up to meet them.

Did Rosa know? Did she care? Her wings were folded back against her body as they continued their steep dive.

The black walls and spiky towers filled Phil's vision now and still Rosa showed no signs of slowing down. Too fast. She wasn't going to be able to pull up in time. They were going to be dashed against the walls. They were going to die.

They were going to....

They didn't hit.

Phil opened his eyes and almost wished he hadn't as narrow stone walls whizzed by in a blur. They were plunging through some kind of chimney system inside the castle. Rosa navigated the turns and sudden forks with a speed that left Phil breathless. Mere inches separated his naked flesh from the hard stone as it zipped past.

They fell deeper through the castle until the walls opened out into a cavernous pentagonal room. Phil saw a floor covered in blood red sheets and scattered with pastel cushions rushing up to meet them before his view changed with a lurch. Rosa had flipped him mid air and he was now looking up at a ceiling covered in swathes of plush velvet and embedded with large mirrors.

Their descent abruptly slowed as Rosa opened her great red wings above him. Not enough Phil thought. They were still falling too quickly. He was still going to hit the ground har---.

They hit the floor with a soft whumpf. Sheets and pillows were thrown up in the air by the impact. The floor gave beneath him and he realised he'd landed on a gigantic bed, luxuriously soft and very deep. He sank into the surface with Rosa's hot body riding on top of him, the impact driving his cock deeper into her tight pussy.

Their downward momentum was halted and then reversed as the bed sprang back. Phil was bounced upwards and into Rosa's embrace. Her pussy squeezed around his cock and Phil groaned as he exploded within her, the head of his cock wedged deep into her hot flesh. At the same time Rosa's vagina shuddered and shivered around his member as she too was claimed by a violent orgasm.

She rode him as the bed swayed and undulated beneath them, her hot pussy fluttering around his cock. Phil bucked and thrashed in helpless pleasure as she stretched out his orgasm until the ecstasy became almost unbearable. His balls convulsed as her dripping vagina hungrily sucked the seed from his body.

Phil thought he might expire from the pleasure, but gradually the wild pitching motions of the bed died down and his orgasm slowly petered out with it. He gasped great lungfuls of air as his jangling body recovered from the release.

"Whew, that was good," Rosa said. Beads of sweat spilled from her forehead and formed on her full breasts.

Once Phil got his breath back he took a look around at his surroundings. He was in a large pentagonal room with stone walls. The entire floor seemed to be taken up with this gigantic bed. Soft cushions and pillows were piled high all around him.

"Well done Rosa. I see you've captured our little plaything."

Phil looked up and saw Nÿte lying in a large alcove set in one of the walls. It was the first time he'd ever seen her completely naked and her pale white body was breathtaking. Her jet-black hair was untied and rained down on her pale shoulders like a waterfall of shadows. The inviting curves of her creamy white breasts rested against the floor of the alcove.

She was not alone.

Nurse Honey sat in another alcove on the other side of the room. She smiled down at Phil, her face that strange cross of angel and porn star. Glistening fluids oozed from her exposed pink nipples and dribbled over the luscious curves of her full breasts.

Between them, in an alcove of her own, sat Cέrμləa. This wasn't the Cέrμləa that resembled the innocent child, but the adult Cέrμləa with the improbable curves of a comic-strip goddess. Her blue hair cascaded down her back in a luxuriant mane. Promises of forbidden lust glittered within the depths of her ruby eyes.

Verdé was here also. There was a hint of sadness in her face.

"Too bad little fledgling," she said. "I don't think you'll ever get your chance to fly."

All five of them, their eyes gleaming with lust, Phil noted.

He was dead for sure.

He didn't feel Rosa's fangs enter his neck. He only realised she'd bitten him when he felt her aphrodisiac venom pour into his bloodstream. He lay there, his eyes wide, gasping and twitching as Rosa continued her venomous kiss. His blood heated up until it felt like warm lava running through his veins. His balls shivered and convulsed. It was a little uncomfortable to start with as his balls felt dry and depleted, but then the venom took hold and they began to swell up like ripe juicy plums.

Rosa murmured appreciatively as she caressed his sac.

"That will keep you going for a while," she breathed in his ear.

The bed swayed as the other four succubi dropped down on it.

This was really bad. Phil knew it was really bad. The message hadn't reached his cock though. That was standing up as straight and as hard as a bar of iron. Sparks crackled across the pleasure receptors in his brain as Rosa's venom coursed through him.

"The five of us all together," Verdé said. "Our little fledgling really is in for a treat."

"Do you remember the young warlock that accidentally ported himself here during the last conjunction?" Nurse Honey said.

"Mmm, he was tasty," Rosa said.

"How many times did we make him come?" Nÿte asked.

"Twenty-seven," Cέrμləa answered.

"Halfway through he thought he'd died and this was heaven," Nurse Honey said.

"He smiled even as I drained the last drops of fluid from his body," Rosa said.

Phil noticed the skulls then. There were hundreds of them, all piled in alcoves around the edges of the room. Was this a boudoir or a mausoleum? Phil thought, a chill running up his spine. Candles, coloured and scented, were mounted on and inside them. Molten strands of gaily coloured wax formed a vivid contrast with the macabre objects they dribbled over.

"Don't be frightened," Verdé said. "They died in bliss, as will you."

"What shall we do first?" Cέrμləa asked.

Nÿte whispered in a language Phil didn't recognise and sounded so foul the words took flight from her mouth like plague-ridden beetles. Shadows coagulated out of the air and wrapped tightly around Phil's arms and legs. He was bound, spread-eagled, to the bed by strips of solidified darkness.

"Now now," Verdé said. "I thought we agreed to play nice."

"Of course dear Verdé," Nÿte replied, her voice slippery like scented oil. "I won't put so much as a single scratch on our little fledgling."

She ruffled Phil's hair with a black-taloned hand.

"Nurse Honey, would you care to join me for a little smothering?" Nÿte asked.

"Oh, I do enjoy breath play," Nurse Honey replied. She lay on Phil's legs, her soft breasts resting on his thighs.

Nÿte stood over Phil's head. He could see right up between her legs to the moist gash of her vagina. It was dripping with her juices. He watched as it slowly descended towards him, her pale white cheeks filling his view.

"I'd recommend taking a deep breath about now," Verdé said. She rested on her elbow next to him. "It might be a while before you get another."

Phil followed her advice just as Nÿte's buttocks pressed down on either side of his face. His nose and mouth were smothered beneath her flesh. There was nothing Phil could do. He lay there, bound and helpless, as Nÿte sat on his face. He couldn't see or breathe.

Nurse Honey moved up until her breasts were level with his groin. She squashed them against him and he felt a warm sticky fluid flood out over his cock and balls. A warm glow emanated from his crotch as her exquisite honey sank into his flesh. The pleasure grew greater as Nurse Honey squeezed the soft pillows of her breasts around his straining member and moved them up and down. Phil moaned into Nÿte's smothering pussy as Nurse Honey slathered his cock in syrupy liquid and buried it in her cleavage.

As blissful as the pleasure was, Phil was running out of air. A tickling sensation was building in his lungs. He opened his mouth to suck in air and got only a taste of Nÿte's spicy juices. Her pussy was suffocating him.

Nurse Honey continued to masturbate him with her breasts. She pushed her nipples inwards and squirted thick dollops of warm honey over his balls.

Phil felt light-headed. He tried moving his head to the side to steal a breath. Nÿte simply shifted position so his face stayed wedged between her cheeks.

He was going to pass out.

Nurse Honey pressed her breasts together firmly around his cock and rubbed them up and down his shaft. Her soft pillows stroked up and down his cock.

He was going to come.

Phil squirmed helplessly beneath the two demons, his lungs burning for air, his balls aching for release.

Nÿte lifted her ass a little, enough for him to steal a quick breath. At the same time his balls contracted and his hips bucked as he spurted a thick load of cream over Nurse Honey's neck and breasts. Relief at both the incoming oxygen and ecstatic release flooded his system.

"Such an eager boy," Nurse Honey purred.

"You like being smothered by my pussy don't you," Nÿte said. "I think I'll keep you under a little longer."

She sat down again, hard. Phil only managed a quick gulp of air before his nose was once again pressed against her moist pussy. She rocked on his face, grinding her sex against him. The little air Phil was able to inhale was saturated with her arousal. The scent made him light-headed and caused his balls to itch.

He felt someone plant kisses up his inner thigh. The kisses alternated between hot and cold. One boiled with ardent desire, but then the next was as cool and refreshing as a mountain spring. The kisses moved up his leg until he felt plush lips press against the twitching head of his cock. The constant temperature changes sent shivers of pleasure down his shaft. He writhed under Nÿte's pussy as the lips teased his cock.

Nÿte allowed him another sex-saturated breath as Cέrμləa took his cock all the way into her mouth. Phil squirmed as the shock sent electric shivers crackling through his body.

Hot.

Cold.

The conflicting sensations drove his mind crazy. He writhed helplessly as Cέrμləa's tongue tickled up and down his shaft. He was startled when the tip of another tongue tickled against his member. He was in Cέrμləa's mouth, how...

Then he felt another, and another, and another, until a multitude of tongues were tickling against his sensitive skin. His cock was surrounded by a snake's nest of warm, throbbing tongues. They licked his shaft in synchronised waves, bearing him up like a cork in rich champagne as he floated and swirled in languid bliss.

Nÿte pressed her ass firmly into his face, completely shutting off all air. Black spots danced across the lobes of Phil's brain.

Cέrμləa's many tongues coiled around his cock and tugged.

Phil moaned into Nÿte's suffocating ass and his hips spasmed upwards as he ejaculated explosively into Cέrμləa's mouth. She gulped down his seed and used her lapping tongues to tease out the orgasm until a secondary shock ran through Phil. He shuddered as he pumped a thick stream of cum down Cέrμləa's waiting throat.

The lack of oxygen and violence of the orgasm was too much for Phil. He fainted.

He wasn't out long.

Rosa breathed lightly in his ear, bringing him back to consciousness.

"No sleeping on the job fledgling."

She and Nÿte lay on either side of him, their hot bodies pressed against his. His head was currently cradled in Cέrμləa's lap.

"Wasn't my fellatio simply divine?" she smiled down at him.

"You cheat," Rosa said.

Cέrμləa stuck her tongue out at the other succubus. The end split into two waggling forks.

"Would you like to take a turn?" Nÿte asked Verdé. Her black-clawed fingers fondled Phil's cock and balls.

"Mmm, yes please," Verdé replied.

She crawled up over Phil's legs on all fours, her breasts swaying hypnotically beneath her. He was no longer bound by Nÿte's magic, not that it made any difference. He wasn't getting away any time soon.

"I think he needs a little perking up," Verdé said, pouting at Phil's flaccid cock.

"Allow me," Cέrμləa said.

She lay Phil's head back down on the bed and then leant over and pressed her soft lips against his in a gentle kiss. As she broke off, she pursed her luscious lips and blew a cloud of perfumed blue smoke into Phil's face. His head was enveloped. He inhaled and immediately felt light-headed and giddy, as if he was drunk but without any of the bad effects. Lust surged through his veins as her perfume diffused through his body. It was the same as the venom in Rosa's and Verdé's fangs, only in a gaseous form, but by the time he realised this he was already breathing in a second fragrant cloud. It wrapped his mind in a comfortable fog.

A tongue tickled lightly at his scrotum. Verdé kissed then drew one of his balls into her mouth. Phil squirmed in pleasure as she sucked it. He didn't feel her fangs go in, only the explosion of pleasure as her venom flooded his sac. His balls swelled up immediately. His limbs trembled as the extra succubus venom overloaded his nervous system. His cock went from limp to rock hard in an instant.

Verdé smiled down at him, her emerald eyes sparkling as she lapped a drop of pre-cum oozing from the tip of his twitching cock.

"Better," she said.

"I can really perk him up," Nÿte said.

She turned Phil until his ass was exposed. Her black tail reared up over his legs. The end was bloated with venom like a scorpion's tail. A noxious black liquid, smelling like the sweet nectar of a night blooming flower, oozed from the tip. Phil's eyes widened as he realised exactly where she wanted to insert it.

Verdé wagged a disapproving finger.

"Our fledgling is a little too innocent for that," she said.

"He's a bit too tight," Rosa added.

"That's easy to fix," Nurse Honey purred. "He just needs a little lubrication." She rubbed erect nipples against Phil's buttocks.

Before Phil could protest he was rolled onto his front with Nÿte underneath him.

"While you're here," she whispered like silk into his ear.

She opened her legs and Phil's cock slid smoothly into the tight sheath of her vagina. Getting out would not be so easy as she crossed her legs over the back of his thighs, trapping him between her legs. Phil wasn't that keen to leave anyway. Her pussy was exquisite; tight and ever so tactile. She rocked her hips beneath him and the muscular walls of her vagina stroked up and down his shaft with the dexterity of a hand. She delicately nibbled the lobe of his ear.

"He is very tight isn't he," Nurse Honey commented. A deft finger gently massaged the sphincter muscle of his anus. "We need this to be more relaxed." Phil shivered as he felt Nurse Honey probe his ass with the tip of her tongue.




Succubus Summoning 113



Soft hands picked up Phil's left hand. Supple lips, alternating between hot and cold, sucked on his index finger.

"You silly boy," Nÿte whispered in his ear. "Your body will not be able to withstand the five of us together."

She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him down until his chest was squashed against her heaving breasts. Her lust enfolded and overwhelmed him. His body was no longer his to control as he thrust into her tight pussy.

Nurse Honey pressed a heavy breast between Phil's buttocks and squirted her thick honey. She murmured soothing nothings as she massaged his sphincter with light circular motions. Phil jolted forwards as he felt her finger, lubricated with her thick honey, slide into his ass.

Beneath him Nÿte flexed her hips and legs, drawing Phil's cock into her as deep as he could go. Her walls squeezed around his cock, holding him snugly in place as they began to suck. Phil's whole body stiffened, his nerves jangling like wires as he felt another powerful orgasm approaching.

"Fill me," Nÿte breathed in his ear.

At the same time Nurse Honey pressed a nipple against his ass and began to pump her warm viscous honey inside him.

Phil cried out as another orgasm crushed him in its grip. He reared up over Nÿte, his spine flexing as if it had been wired to an electric current, his hips driving hard against her as he spurted cum deep into her hot flesh. She accepted it and her walls squeezed tightly around him, sucking him and teasing out the orgasm longer and longer until finally spent, Phil collapsed on top of the soft pillows of her breasts.

His body was coming apart. His breath came out in ragged wheezes, like he'd run a marathon. He felt drained, weak. And he knew it was nowhere near over.

"Is he ready?" Nÿte asked.

"Relaxed and lubricated," Nurse Honey replied. She kissed his buttock.

"Good," Nÿte said.

She flipped Phil over so he was lying on his back on top of her, his shoulders resting on her breasts. She hooked her legs up over his and then forced his knees apart. Her tail, the tip swollen with venom, reared up between his legs like a striking cobra. Phil's eyes widened but he didn't struggle, he had no energy left.

"You'll enjoy this," Nÿte whispered in his ear. Her tail playfully boffed his erection back and forth. "I'm going to make you come like a fountain. Verdé, would you care to drink of our delicious little fledgling?"

"Ooh yes," Verdé said, standing astride him. "My pussy is so thirsty." Hers and Nÿte's tails briefly entwined, like two kissing snakes.

She stood above him and rubbed her clitoris. Her juices ran out down her inner thigh. The scent of her arousal rolled over Phil like a wave. He inhaled and his mind fell into a deep bed of fragrant blossoms.

She lowered herself down on him with teasing slowness. She stopped, letting her labia kiss his glans. Her lips brushed him at first, then a gentle press, enough for him to feel the warmth of her body. She bounced, letting just the head of his cock sink into her fleshy folds. Phil was eager for her to continue the descent, to wrap his whole length in her succulent heat, but she teased him, holding her body above him as her eyes glinted with amusement.

"So eager to race to his doom," Nÿte said, her legs stopping him from thrusting up into the luscious vagina hanging above him.

"They always are," Verdé replied.

She slid down his cock with exquisite slowness, wriggling her hips as she descended to heighten his pleasure. He sank into her moist folds and an upwelling of pleasure gushed over his body. She stared directly into his eyes as her vagina engulfed his cock completely.

"I would have liked to have shown you the exquisite possibilities of pain," Nÿte breathed in his ear. "But you're not ready so I'll be gentle."

Her tail wormed into his ass, lubricated by a thick layer of Nurse Honey's syrup. Phil bucked upwards, but this served only to drive his cock deeper into the waiting embrace of Verdé's pussy. The succubus on top of him sighed and pushed back against him. Phil was trapped between two impossible pleasures as Nÿte's tail wriggled in his ass while Verdé rose up and down on top of him.

The other succubi were not about to be left out.

Cέrμləa returned to sucking his fingers. Her supple lips crackled with electric charge as they took his fingers into the warm interior of her mouth. Her tongues slithered and coiled around each digit in turn.

Nurse Honey lifted his right foot and began to tickle the sensitive sole with an erect nipple. She sucked each toe in turn, wrapping her soft lips around them as she drew out the tension in his foot.

Phil's other hand was trapped in the moist space between Rosa's thighs. She worked some magic and his hand gained a mind of its own. Phil didn't order his fingers into the hot cavity of Rosa's cunt, but he still felt the pleasure as her pussy sucked them with the dexterity of a mouth.

Too much. Too much pleasure.

Verdé rocked her hips on top of him, the slick flesh of her vagina rubbing against his cock as he plunged in and out of her. Nÿte's tail thrust back and forth in his ass, the tip tickling against his prostate and sending little shivers of pleasure up his spine.

Too much.

He was floating. No, he was glowing. No, he was floating on a glowing pool of bliss. Warmth was welling up inside him and cascading through his body.

Rosa leant over and fastened her hot lips over his for a wet kiss. As she drew back she pursed her lips and Phil felt something leave him and enter her.

"You're a delicious feast," Rosa said before leaning down for a longer kiss that left Phil breathless.

He felt her pussy spasm around his probing finger, flooding his hand with her hot juices as she came.

"We feed on the spirit as well as the flesh," Cέrμləa said, positioning his other hand between her legs as she leant over him.

Cέrμləa seemed determined to outdo Rosa as she brought her lips down for her kiss. Her tongue wriggled between Phil's lips like an electric eel. She exhaled more of her aphrodisiac perfume directly into Phil's lungs.

Phil felt his willpower draining into the demons. They were feeding off the pleasure they were causing him and drawing out his spirit with it. The fight and the fear were ebbing from his body until all that remained was a languid torpor.

He looked up in the mirror and saw a scene that could only belong in the most opulent of sex films. Was that really him lying there, naked, while five visions of loveliness sucked and fucked him to higher planes of bliss? What he saw was so far beyond even the sweatiest, most furtive of his night-time imaginings he knew it had to be real.

Was he really that thin?

He looked further along the reflection of the bed and his blood chilled when he saw a skeleton lying spread-eagled on the red sheets, the bones arranged in a similar pose to the one he was in now.

He had to... He had to...

Phil's view was blocked by the round globes of Cέrμləa's and Rosa's breasts as the two succubi came together in sapphic embrace. They giggled as they kissed, their ripe breasts hanging invitingly above Phil. They lowered their bodies and jiggled their soft boobs in his face.

Was it so bad? All he had to do was surrender to the pleasures they were giving him.

No. He had to resist. He didn't want to die, even in ecstasy.

He had to...

Oh...

Nÿte's tail vibrated pleasantly in his ass. Verdé's vagina squeezed around his cock. He squirmed as waves of ecstasy washed through him.

He couldn't fight. His will was draining away, sucked out by their exquisite lips and pussies. He was melting into a puddle of purest bliss.

"Ready?" Nÿte asked.

The point of her tail scratched against his prostate. The tip was wickedly sharp.

"Yes," Verdé sighed.

She slammed her hips against Phil faster and faster. His cock plunged back and forth into her slippery flesh with greater speed. Her breasts swayed back and forth as she bounced on Phil's groin. Phil felt an itch grow in his balls until it overwhelmed all other sensation.

He was going to...

He was going to...

Nÿte plunged the needle tip of her tail into Phil's prostate. The venom sac in her tail pumped its full contents right into the quivering heart of the gland.

Ah... Fuck...

There was no pain. Instead it felt like a bombshell of sexual ecstasy had just detonated inside Phil's body. Phil's eyes glazed as he erupted up into Verdé like a volcano. His legs rattled against the sheets as he thrust his hips upwards. It felt like a geyser of boiling cum was rocketing out of him.

Verdé sat right down on him, her quivering labia pressed tight against his crotch as her vagina swallowed the full length of his cock and sucked it with powerful, organic pulses.

Phil was collapsing in on himself. He fountained both cum and energy into Verdé's greedy pussy. He had to stem the flow before he was completely drained, but he couldn't. Nÿte continued to urge him on with her thrusting tail. His poisoned prostate twitched and pulsed like a pounding heart, each beat pumping more of his life out of his body. 

He was dying.

Even Verdé was taken aback by the force of his ejaculation. Her cheeks reddened as her own orgasm overtook her. She threw back her head, unfurled her wings and yowled like a cat. Phil felt her pussy explode around his cock with wet bursts. He was buffeted inside her as powerful tremors ran through her body. The force of her orgasm ripped him along like a piece of flotsam in foaming rapids.

He thought the flow would never end, that he'd keep spurting his energy into the succubus's body until his body dried up like a shrivelled cadaver, but again Verdé turned off the tap before she emptied him completely. Her own orgasm subsided and she smiled down at him. Her cheeks were flushed and her body was covered in a thin sheen of perspiration.

"That was beautiful," she whispered.

Phil passed out. 

Again he wasn't out for long.

He opened his eyes and saw Nurse Honey's angelic face before him, her full lips pursed as she blew a stream of breath into his face. She lay on top of him, her voluptuous breasts lying on his chest, her warm thighs resting around his. She pursed her full lips again and blew another soft breath into his eyes.

No, not Nurse Honey now.

The realisation hit him like plunging through the icy surface of a frozen lake.

Her white hair hung down on either side of her face like drifts of Arctic snow. An elaborate set of horns threaded through it like a crown. Great white wings, glossy like latex, were stretched above him.

Not Nurse Honey, Mamǝḵā Bēyˁṯān!

"It's time," she said, her lips curling up in a cruel smile.

To be concluded...



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AUTHOR'S NOTE

This is the conclusion to the story that begins with Succubus Summoning 101.

Apologies for leaving you all on that big cliffhanger. Originally this was supposed to follow a couple of weeks after 113, but then real life intervened again and free time ended up in short supply.

Enjoy!

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"It's time," she said, her lips curling up in a cruel smile.

Her words sent splinters of ice through Phil's naked skin.

A few months back Phil would have expected finding himself naked and lying underneath a beautiful, voluptuous and above all naked blonde girl to have provoked a range of strong emotions. Most of them would have been the obvious ones, but he wouldn't have been too surprised if a little fear or apprehension entered the mix. Back then he'd still been a virgin, so a few worries were understandable.

Worries, yes. Even some fear. But complete outright terror?

No, he wouldn't have expected to feel that.

This wasn't a normal blonde girl though. This was Nurse Honey -- Mamǝḵā Bēyˁṯān -- and despite her delectable appearance she wasn't human but a succubus: a daemonic sexual vampire. Phil was in deadly danger.

"No," he opened his mouth to cry.

Mamǝḵā Bēyˁṯān was faster. She scooped up his head and smothered his cry in the soft flesh of a large breast. Phil knew what was coming even as her breast shivered and her nipple squirted thick honey into his mouth. It was sweet like the most exquisite sin. Phil tried to swallow but the substance was as sticky as tar. It blocked his throat and flooded his mouth as Mamǝḵā Bēyˁṯān pumped more and more fluid between his unwilling lips.

Strangely, even though his throat was completely clogged with cloying sweetness, he had no trouble breathing. Air passed through the barrier with ease, but it came out the other side tainted, filling his lungs with heavy, soporific nectar.

Mamǝḵā Bēyˁṯān kept pumping thick honey into Phil's mouth until his eyes glazed over. He gurgled as the constant oozing stream welled up through his nostrils and bubbled out of the corners of his mouth.

Her prey subdued, Mamǝḵā Bēyˁṯān released his head and tenderly lay it back down on the bed. Phil blinked in confusion. His body felt as heavy as a sack of sand, as if he hadn't slept for a week. His mind was clouded, dragged down and submerged in tar as sweet and as thick as molasses. It was hard to think.

He was in some kind of danger, he thought dimly. He had to... what?

"Relax," Mamǝḵā Bēyˁṯān said, her voice soothing. "I'll take care of you now..."

She sat on top of him and brought the dripping lips of her pussy close enough to kiss the tip of his engorged erection. Thick amber ambrosia oozed out from between her labia and ran down his shaft, sending shivers of pleasure ahead of it.

"... forever."

Mamǝḵā Bēyˁṯān smiled and sat down on his erection, drawing his cock up into the warm, honey-filled embrace of her vagina. She engulfed his full length before languidly lifting her hips in a slow, teasing stroke. Phil felt the suction as her sticky pussy exposed the skin of his shaft in grudging centimetres.

Overcome with bliss, Phil stared into her radiant face as she rose above him. She met his gaze and smiled beatifically down at his prostrate form.

An angel.

No. She might have the face of an angel, but looking at her Phil saw only death.

She descended back down on him. Ripples of warm honey bubbled out over his crotch, popping with wet sounds as Phil's cock and balls were inundated. Waves of pleasure cascaded through his body. No, it was something more insidious and solid than simple sensation.

Warmth flowed through Phil's body. Her warmth, he realised. Her honey. It was creeping through his body, oozing through the moist spaces within him, tickling his inner organs as it squeezed between them.

"Soak in my pleasure," Mamǝḵā Bēyˁṯān purred. Her voice was soothing, but her smile was cruel and her eyes shone with naked hunger.

She picked up the pace, her soft fleshy buttocks slamming down on him harder and faster. More of her honey flowed into him. It inflated his dry balls and seeped through his body, enveloping and smothering his organs. She filled him with a warmth that left him soporific and enervated. He felt like he was slowly sinking into the soft bed.

Mamǝḵā Bēyˁṯān sighed in bliss. She slid slowly up and down his cock. At the apex her pussy fluttered and a thick glob of liquid ran down his erection and covered it in an amber sheaf.

"Yes, release yourself into me," she sighed.

Phil felt the stirrings of an orgasm rising in his balls. More than that he felt an odd sensation within his body as her honey wrapped snugly around his organs and began to gently, but insistently, tug.

Cold perspiration rose on his forehead as realisation of the danger he was in finally pierced the fog clouding his mind. Panicking, he looked around. The other succubi were too busy pleasuring each other to pay attention to him.

Mamǝḵā Bēyˁṯān put a soft hand on his temple and moved his head until he was staring up into her white eyes. She folded her wings until they fell down on either side of Phil like the canopy of a hospital bed.

"I offer intimacy such as no mortal can ever experience," Mamǝḵā Bēyˁṯān whispered.

She sighed as her pussy pulsed and shivered around Phil's cock. The air was saturated with the cloying aroma of sin and sex. She sat down on him all the way and slowly rocked back and forth, stirring his cock in the oozing well of her pussy. Her honey saturated him and flowed through his body in pleasurable little ebbs and eddies.

Phil felt another little twitch in his balls. It was answered with a stronger twitch throughout his body as Mamǝḵā Bēyˁṯān's secretions tightened their grip. It was like being cocooned in thick honey, only the cocoon was beneath his skin.

"Yes, you're close. I can feel it," the succubus sighed, her eyes half closed in pleasure.

She picked up the pace of her thrusts, getting faster and faster. Phil lay helpless beneath her. The room was filled with wet squelching sounds as his cock entered her sugar-dripped vagina again and again, faster and deeper.

Another ominous twitch tickled his balls. He felt electric shivers of pleasure escape his sexual organs and crackle through his body, carried by the waves of Mamǝḵā Bēyˁṯān's smothering honey. Part of him was being drawn out, trapped like an insect caught in gum.

"Yes. A little more, fledgling," Mamǝḵā Bēyˁṯān murmured. "Release it."

She arched her back and raised her wings. Her body came down on him faster and faster, her large breasts bouncing with each impact.

Phil heard screams. They were faint at first, but they grew louder as though they were approaching him fast down a long tunnel. Or he was racing to meet them. It was hard to tell. There were no words, only incoherent cries of loss and longing for freedom.

Phil squirmed beneath the demon. His hands clenched and unclenched against the sheets of the bed as he fought to hold back the mounting orgasm that would tear out his soul with it. Still she remorselessly fucked him, her dripping pussy stroking his cock to maddening peaks of sensation.

"Don't resist, fledgling." Mamǝḵā Bēyˁṯān urged. "Pump your soul into me."

Phil was surrounded by a mad chorus as he sank deeper into Mamǝḵā Bēyˁṯān's sticky grip. This was the true heart of the demon: a roiling pandemonium of innumerable lost souls trapped in a hinterland between this life and the next, enslaved to an existence of eternal servitude within the flesh of a monster that wore the face of an angel.

This was to be his fate, Phil realised. He couldn't stop it. His stupid cock was throbbing with the urgent need to come, to spray his seed deep into her luscious flesh again and again, heedless of the knowledge his soul would come out with it.

Mamǝḵā Bēyˁṯān moaned and sighed, urging him on even as he squirmed and struggled beneath her, caught in a battle against his animal natures he had no chance of winning. Her honey pulled against him and he felt his consciousness start to peel from his flesh.

No, Phil thought, feeling his hips thrust against her in defiance of his brain. The wails of the damned filled his ears.

"Yes," Mamǝḵā Bēyˁṯān hissed.

"No!"

Verdé slid down next to Phil on the bed. She wrapped a protective arm around Phil's upper body.

There was a long pause as the two succubi stared at each other: Mamǝḵā Bēyˁṯān imperious, Verdé defiant; neither willing to give way. Phil was happy for the brief respite given to his trembling body.

Nÿte walked up behind Mamǝḵā Bēyˁṯān and whispered something in her ear.

Mamǝḵā Bēyˁṯān was motionless as she considered Nÿte's words. Finally she nodded.

"Yes. She was his first. It is fitting that she should be his last."

Mamǝḵā Bēyˁṯān lifted herself off Phil with consummate grace. Whatever was smothering his organs released its grip and slowly receded back through his body. Denied sensation, his body slowly subsided back from that final, soul-shattering orgasm. It was testament to Mamǝḵā Bēyˁṯān's erotic skills that the relief of his escape was almost overshadowed by the regret at not getting to spurt his seed into the warm clutch of her vagina, even though he knew that release would damn him eternally.

Phil barely had a chance to let his jangling nerves settle before Verdé gathered him up in her arms. Her wings wrapped around them like a burial shroud. She planted a series of frantic kisses across Phil's face and the passion of her attentions caught him by surprise.

She stopped kissing him and stared deep into Phil's eyes.

"You gave me your virginity," she whispered. "I'll always treasure that."

She whispered words of magic under her breath and hugged Phil closer for a longer kiss. Her soft lips pressed against his and she exhaled a breath that travelled through him like a fresh breeze. The honey clogging his throat melted away and Phil felt a sudden burst of energy as bracing as bathing in a clear mountain stream.

It was not wholly beneficial.

He felt her breath wash through him, picking up the flotsam and jetsam of his being and concentrating it down in his balls. He'd escaped one predator only to be delivered into the embrace of another.

Verdé was tender as she laid him out on the enormous bed. She straddled him and guided his erection into the moist grip of her vagina.

Fuck. Phil nearly came there and then. As perfect as Verdé's pussy normally felt, it had never felt as tight, or as soft, or as wet as this. She wriggled on his lap and a strange musculature enfolded and manipulated his cock until it was manoeuvred into such a snug fit it could have been part of her own body.

"Does that feel nice?" Verdé asked.

She inched up his shaft before coming back down in a long, slow stroke. Her vaginal walls vibrated against his cock. The head pushed up against and into a soft organ that gave like a cushion and enfolded his tip with fleshy suction.

Phil said nothing. His breath was taken away by the sensation.

The suction was soft and insistent. It travelled down the inside of his shaft, pulling lightly on his balls at first, but then spreading through his body with little rippling caresses. The sensation was strange, but quite pleasurable.

"It won't hurt if you don't fight it," Verdé said.

She whispered more words of magic under her breath. She ran her hands over Phil's naked chest and he bucked as if jolted with electricity. It was a pleasurable shock though, sending warm shivers of pleasure running through his body. In their wake his skin became highly sensitized, so that the pleasure of every caress and stroke was magnified a hundredfold.

"What will happen to my soul?" Phil asked.

He felt the force -- gentle now, but increasing in power -- pulling inside him. He remembered the eternal screams of torment inside Nurse Honey's body. He thought also of the pitiful remains of Jake grafted onto the side of a wargen.

Verdé kissed a finger with her full lips and ran it lightly down the side of his face. Her face was sad.

"It will be destroyed," she said, "consumed by the fires within my body."

She rose up and down with long, delectable strokes. Her vaginal muscles tightened around his cock and drove it deeper into a warm, fleshy organ. The head of his cock was gripped by a strong suction that travelled all the way through his body until he could feel it right to the end of his fingernails and in the roots of his hair.

"You will cease to exist," Verdé continued. "No possibility of reincarnation, afterlife or any of the other mysteries that await mortals when they move from this life to the next."

She sat up straighter, wriggling to find an even snugger fit for Phil's cock within her soft flesh. Her breasts sat up high on her chest, firm and flawless. Her wings unfurled behind her.

Preparing to feed.

Not that Phil could do anything about it. He squirmed in helpless ecstasy as her soft flesh stroked against his over-sensitized flesh and the sensation overwhelmed his mind. Verdé stretched her wings behind her as she slowly rocked on his cock. She reached behind her and caressed his testicles. She whispered more words of magic and Phil shivered in pleasure even as he felt her draw more of his essence into his balls.

"It will be a glorious end," Verdé said, still rocking on his cock as her fingers fondled his balls. "Your final release will be like five thousand heavens in one burst."

She paused and stared directly at Phil, her eyes suddenly as hard and as cold as the precious stones they resembled.

"But it will be an end."

Her pussy squeezed his cock and Phil moaned in pleasure. He thrashed his head from side to side, the sensations so strong they threatened to claw away his sanity and leave behind a primal beast, good only for mindless rutting.

The other succubi had returned to their alcoves. They stared down in respectful silence. Phil was alone on the enormous bed with Verdé.

And the bones of the succubi's other victims.

Verdé speeded up, the force of her thrusts driving Phil deeper into the luxurious mattress. Phil's breaths came out louder and harder as his body burned in a conflagration of lust. It was getting harder to hold on. His cock, no his entire body, throbbed with the urgent need to spurt its load. That load was not confined to the contents of his balls. It was his entire body. It was all through his every cell, thought and even in the ethereal fragments of his spirit. Every spark of his being awaited the gates to be opened to rush headlong into her fire.

Verdé lifted herself high above him, letting his engorged cock slide slowly out of her moist grip until only the head lay lodged between the plush lips of her pussy. She rocked there, letting her folds slide against his swollen glans.

It wasn't enough. He wanted to be all the way inside her so he could feel that exquisite, silken flesh brushing against every millimetre of his erection.

Verdé looked down at Phil, her green eyes bright and piercing.

"If I complete this stroke there will be no going back," she said. "Once your cock is all the way inside me you'll start to come and you won't stop until I've drunk every drop of your life, essence and soul. Is this what you want?"

Yes.

He ached to come. He needed to come. He'd give anything for the blissful release.

No. The price was too high. This wasn't just his life, but the complete destruction of his soul as well.

Verdé didn't complete the stroke. She stayed above him so that only the tip of his cock rested in her moist vagina, delaying the final thrust that would plunge his full manhood all the way into her hungry sex. Her face was completely cryptic to Phil. He got the odd feeling she was waiting for something.

Oh fuck, he needed to come so badly. His semen felt like it was boiling in his balls, bubbling and seething with a longing to escape. His hips twitched with anticipation. He couldn't stand how she was teasing him like this. He wanted to be in her warmth. All the way. If she wasn't going to finish this final stroke he'd thrust up to meet her with his hips.

No!

What was she waiting for? He was at her mercy. She could take him at any time. All it needed was a push, a squeeze, a suck.

Yet she held her body above him. Why?

Was there something he'd missed? Something he hadn't understood?

Her face was still unreadable. The brief pause, surely Phil's final moment, stretched out as the gears of his mind cast aside the fleshy chains of sensuality and began to whirr.

"Is this what you want?"

Why ask when she could just take?

He thought back to Nÿte's comment when she'd pulled him on top of her.

"You silly boy. Your body will not be able to withstand the five of us together."

How could he be silly? It was hardly his choice to be here.

She'd said something similar on the night they'd first fucked.

"You dally too often with Rosa and Verdé. Keep on this path and soon they will suck out all your life and consume your soul."

She'd looked surprised when he'd said it wasn't his choice.

And Nurse Honey:

"The fledgling should show more restraint."

As if he'd brought it on himself.

And Rosa's rage when she'd been throwing fireballs at him:

"Stop pretending!"

"Don't lie."

What did she think he was supposed to be? He was nothing to them; a toy, plaything, leftovers they could finish at their leisure, or at least that's what he thought.

He remembered Cέrμləa.

"You don't know?"

What didn't he know?

And her other comments:

"Why do you fear us?"

You're going to kill me.

"If that is your desire."

And Verdé now:

"Is this what you want?"

He thought back to that room in Wargsnouts'seast tower and the ill-fated ritual that had got him in this mess in the first place. He knew how dangerous they were rumoured to be. He'd been extra careful in performing the ritual. He was sure of that.

"Is this what you want?"

Why would she ask?

Unless...

A sadness settled in Verdé's eyes. She started to lower herself down on Phil's cock.

"Stop! I command you." Phil said.

Verdé looked at Phil and smiled. Her pussy released its tight grip on his cock.

"As you wish... master."

She dismounted him and lay next to him on the bed, her head nestled against his neck. She could have been his lover, albeit one with horns, wing and a tail.

Phil lay back. For the first time he noticed just how fast his heart was beating. He struggled to adjust to the fact he was, against all probabilities, still alive. He ignored the grumbles from his cock and balls as another potential orgasm was starved of sensation. They'd had enough fun already this night. His erection slowly deflated and the essence Verdé had concentrated in his balls dissipated back into the rest of his body.

A swarm of questions whirled through his mind. How? Why?

"I'm your master?" he asked, still not quite believing the words could be true.

"You did summon us," Rosa said, landing lightly on the bed next to them. "I assume that was your intention."

"But the ritual..."

"Was fine," Rosa said. She lay down on Phil's other side so he was pleasantly sandwiched between their bodies.

"Apart from the protective circle," Verdé said.

"Yeah, that was a bit crappy," Rosa said. "We'll get Cέrμləa to help you with those."

Phil's mind span with the new information. He was their master?

"Why bring me back here? Phil asked. "Why nearly kill me?"

"The summoning forms a special link between warlock and succubus," Cέrμləa said from her perch up in the alcoves. "It allows us to satisfy their every desire."

"Even the ones they don't know they have," Nÿte said.

Phil contemplated their words.

"My desire was to die?" he said, chilled by the thought. "What about Jake? What about all these people," he looked at the piles and piles of skulls around the room, "they wanted this to happen?"




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"They desired pleasure beyond all pleasure, regardless of the consequences, as do all humans that summon us," Nÿte continued.

"We satisfy their desires," Nurse Honey said.

"Why didn't I die as well?" Phil asked.

"You never desired it," Rosa answered.

"You never gave yourself fully to us," Verdé elaborated. "No matter the pleasure we gave you, your mind always refused to take that final step."

"I think someone might have been cheating a little at the end there though," Rosa said.

"Are you insinuating something?" Verdé responded.

"Oh no, nothing," Rosa said. "I regularly wait ice ages before taking that final stroke."

"I was waiting for him to make up his mind," Verdé sniffed.

Rosa said nothing, merely arching an eyebrow.

Phil paid no attention. His head was still spinning. Not only was he not dead, but he was now, or rather always had been, their master? Him?

His state of confusion was compounded as a ghostly figure suddenly appeared in the room. Not a ghost, he realised once he'd got over the shock, but an image, a little like a hologram from an old science fiction film. The projection was grainy and flickered like an old black and white TV picture.

"Ah there you are boy," the image said. It looked like the figure was peering into something that displayed this room rather than looking at them directly. "You're a difficult person to find. Imagine, gallivanting off to hell like that. I'd nearly given up on you. I thought you must be dead for sure."

Phil recognised the shadowy figure. It was the Scrote! What was he, or rather his image, doing here?

"I see you've successfully agreed terms with your demon. Well done boy," the Scrote said.

"You let that book fall into our hands deliberately, didn't you?" Phil said. He hadn't given it much thought at the time, but it shouldn't have been that easy to take such a dangerous book from the library.

The Scrote smiled, revealing a mouthful of rotten teeth. "Correct my boy. While I respect our esteemed headmaster I don't have much patience for these new-fangled philosophies on education. I'm a firm believer in the practical approach."

The practical approach didn't work out so well for Jake, Phil thought.

"Skips all the fannying around and gets straight to sorting out the wheat from the chaff," the Scrote added.

"That's not so good for the chaff," Phil said.

"Magic's dangerous," the Scrote said, flashing another rotten smile.

"But you've come through boy. You've shown you've got the skills to be a real warlock by successfully binding your first demon, and a very attractive succubus she is as well if I may say so." The Scrote noticed Rosa for the first time. "A pair of succubi," he corrected. "My my, aren't you a lucky chap. I can see why you took your time. Well I won't rush you, but after you've finished dallying come back to Wargsnouts. I have a special program for talented students like yourself. You'll find it to be most interesting I'm sure. I'll teach you about real power."

With that the image flickered out.

"He looks greasy. I bet he would burn real easy," Rosa whispered in Phil's ear. He wondered if she was picking up on his desires again.

So what happens now, he thought.

"We get to go to Earth and have lots and lots of fun," Cέrμləa said, back in her young girl form and bouncing on the bed in excitement.

"Not just yet," Verdé said. "Our master needs to rest and get his strength back." She helped Phil to his feet.

"Can I have sex with him first?" Rosa asked.

Verdé shook her head. "I don't think that's a good idea. Nurse Honey and I took him right to the brink. Any more arousal and... it will be messy."

Rosa pulled a face.

"The conjunction has passed, but I'm still feeling horny." She rubbed a finger between her labia.

Her face suddenly brightened.

"Ah ha, the wargen will be slinking from their hiding places about now." She launched herself into the air and was gone in a flurry of wings.

"Come on Verdé. We need to get ready for the trip to Earth," Cέrμləa said.

She grabbed Verdé's hand and pulled the succubus away. Both of them took to the air and swept out of the room.

Phil stood shakily on the bed. His mind was wobbling as much as his knees were currently doing. He wasn't dead. Not only that, but his life had suddenly twisted off into strange, uncharted realms.

"Master," he murmured more to himself, scarcely believing it to be true.

Nÿte and Mamǝḵā Bēyˁṯān were still there. They sat above him in the alcoves and looked down at him, one with eyes of purest white, the other with eyes of deepest black. Those same eyes had witnessed the passage of centuries. Now they were his to command, to satisfy his every whim or wish no matter how trivial or inconsequential? No, he couldn't see that, not at all.

"The word doesn't mean what I think it means, does it?" he said.

"No, it doesn't," Nÿte said. "The first warlocks misunderstood the nature of arrangement and that misconception persists to this day. Think of it as a partnership, for the mutual benefit of both parties."

Gracefully she swooped off the ledge and vanished up into the dark shadows of the ceiling.

That left Phil and Mamǝḵā Bēyˁṯān. She left her alcove and elegantly glided down to the bed, landing just behind him.

"I'm glad you're still alive," she said, running a hand across his shoulders. "I might get to take your soul after all," she breathed in his ear.

She kissed him lightly on the cheek and then she too was gone.

Phil was left standing alone on a gigantic red bed, surrounded by the bones of the succubi's past victims and illuminated by the flickering flames of candles mounted on their skulls, in a room that at once resembled both boudoir and charnel house.

Not everything had changed, he reflected morosely.

SUCCUBUS SUMMONING 101 -- END

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AUTHOR'S NOTE

This concludes Succubus Summoning 101. I'm going to take a break to focus on some other stories and projects, but you can expect to see Verdé, Rosa and friends show up in the occasional spin-off.

Succubus Summoning 201 will return in the new year (with hopefully something more resembling a regular schedule!).

Thanks for reading.

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