2 comments/ 30135 views/ 12 favorites Larceny of the Succubus By: FogBard The door was slightly open and I let myself into the office looking for my boss. I expected to see him sitting behind the desk waiting for my daily investment management report. The chair was noticeably empty. Instead, looking past the desk, I saw Lizette standing at the window, intently gazing between the slanted blinds, oblivious to my virtually silent entry. I walked to her side and whispered, "What is so fascinating?" "Oh my, you startled me.... I, um, was just looking outside," she replied caught off guard. "Into an empty alley?" I asked wondering what could be so interesting. It was not the first time I had found her at this window and at this hour of the day. Sometime she was alone but most often Mr. Jones sat in his chair as she stood behind him at the window sneaking looks outside while he droned on and on. I had always wondered what she was doing, what she found so interesting. She had been with the company for only a few months and was the bosses' executive assistant. My impression was that she was prim, proper and stern. Always conservatively attired and very business like, I marveled at Lizette's buxom body and incredible legs. Most people knew nothing about her other than she was Mr. Jones' cold gatekeeper, who with a glance could run chills down your spine. "Cold Bitch" was actually the term uttered to describe her. "Look," she said, pointing out the window. "Where?" I asked seeing nothing but the junction of two perpendicular fifteen foot wide alleys. "Across and to the left, one floor down, window on the end," she directed. I was shocked not only by what I saw but by what Lizette was sharing. "Oh.... I see," I said craning my neck to get the angle, "very nice," I commented realizing the subject of her gazing. "Uh-huh," she murmured, "They meet every day at the same time. I noticed it soon after I started here. I do not think anyone else knows but me, and now you.... Sometimes, a man joins them. I suspect their affair is illicit, but maybe that is for my own fantasy for self- fulfillment. Everyone loves mystery and intrigue....," she explained. I was shocked by the nature of the conversation we were having- we barely knew each other- "I even named them," she proudly continued, "Mary is the conservative one who is standing up and leaning over. Alice is sitting on the desk top. Mary is the aggressive passionate one. Alice is cold and in control. She looks slightly older, by a few years."From our view, as best I could determine, the two were very attractive professionally dressed business women in their late 30's or early 40's. "I think they think they are immune from discovery," Lizette volunteered, "This window is the only one in our building from which I have been able to get a view. Below us all the windows are bricked off. We are the top floor and all windows to our left are also bricked. To our right there is no angle within our building for a view." "Are you sure they want privacy. Maybe they like the slight risk of being seen...," I suggested in a hushed tone. "You think?" Lizette asked coyly. "Maybe. Sounds like you watch them on a regular basis. These blinds are not drawn shut and the degree at which they are kept would make it easy for Mary and Alice to know you are here. Has either ever glanced up and acknowledged your presence? Maybe said something to the other after a glance? You may be part of a fantasy they are playing out," I sublimely suggested. I watched as Mary and Alice passionately embraced. Mary stood attentive, her blouse open and her breasts exposed. Her legs were locked at the knees and her ass slight pushed outward as she leaned forward perched on high heels. Her dress was lifted in the front as Alice ran the palm of her hand across Mary's bush. Alice gently cupped her left breast and offered it to Mary's mouth. As it was offered Mary opened her mouth and ascended from below, her lips raised above her teeth like a sneering shark coming from below to strike its prey, her tongue emerged, the tip flickered back and forth, slapping at the tip of Alice's erect nipple. Mary peered up into her lover's eyes to read her expressions. Alice, her eyes half closed in rapture, seemed to sigh and encourage for more. Lizette looked me right in the eyes, put her pointer finger across my lips and said "Not a word. Don't spoil this for me. Our secret, alright?" I nodded affirmatively and we watched the two a bit more. Lizette was called out of the room. She left me alone peering out the window. I stood transfixed watching for a while longer.... That night I lay in bed thinking of what had occurred. I could not get the thoughts of Lizette's voyeurism out of my mind, wondering why she shared the secret with me? I drifted off to sleep thinking of Lizette and how I would have enjoyed bending her over and taking her while she watched Mary and Alice... Later that night I was roused from my slumber. The room was cold but I chalked it up to the open window and the crisp autumn air. I went to bed alone but sensed the presence of another as I awoke in a confused haze. I thought my girlfriend had let herself in and crawled into bed with me. I opened my eyes. A full moon peering through the slats of the blinds slightly illuminated the room. I turned over and found Lizette sitting on the edge of the bed, still dressed in work clothes. I shook my head trying to discern if I was still dreaming. "What is going on? Why? How are you here?" I asked in confusion. She smirked and dangled a key, "Let myself in..." "But how... why?" I asked. "Because I could and because I need you," she replied, "Listen to me, I have something to tell you... I've known your thoughts and desires for me ever since we met. There is more to me than you ever imagined. First, you shall NEVER discuss this night or the adventure I am taking you on with anyone. I will deny everything and suffer you for it if you do... I have chosen you to help me. You must unconditionally follow my directions. To do otherwise will be disastrous. Understand?" "Help you and with what?" "You must trust me. I can't tell you everything right now... it will all come out later," she began, "You think I am some sexy woman who works in your office who you want to give a good hard screw.... There is more to me. I am a complex, manipulative, cunning, devious, self dealing, under handed, evil woman who gets her way by extortion and seduction," she said as she began removing her jacket and blouse, stepping out of her skirt and removing her bra. She stood dressed only in stockings, garters and high heels- just what I always imagined she would wear for me, just how I wanted her. I craved to touch her, run my hands along her legs, feel their firmness and survey their length, kiss her from ankle to thigh, around the tops of the stocking, touch her sex, cup it with the palm of my hand, insert my fingers, repeatedly push in while tasting her furrow, bury my mouth on her, wet her lips, make them burn with desire, and taste her juices as they flowed over my chin as I ravenously devoured her pussy. "I am not here to fulfill your fantasy. I have a different mission.... I am cast to the nether world between life and death, what you call the 'undead', a life in which I am unable to feel love and compassion. There is only one way out and you are my passage. If you fail me, then you enter my world. That is how I got to where I am. I failed the one who conscripted me. There is no other way out for me but through you." I thought she was joking, some kind of weird role play. "But why me?" I asked. "Because I know you lust for me," she started, "... Darling, I know all your thoughts and feelings.... I know how you dream of having me lay on my stomach, how you lust to put your hands on my hips, raise them slightly and then selfishly pillage me. There have been others before you who I called upon to release me from my misery. They all failed. Now it is your turn... Your girl friend is my leverage. I trust you will do right by her. How you help me is by succeeding at a few tests. I can only reveal one test at a time. Soon I will return and tell you the first one. I know this all seems surreal, unbelievable and you need some hard facts to be convinced. Let me tell you something, right now your girlfriend is being taken by a very large muscular demonic man. He is my agent, my slave. Repeatedly, he enters her, but not against her will. No, she is on her back and he stands over her. With one hand he holds her wrists above her head. Her legs flail in the air. She is gasping, not in protest, but pleasure as he takes her with his substantial cock. She is coming time and again and it seems as if it is never going to stop. Each time she climaxes, she wraps her legs around him and repeatedly thrust her hips up to meet his as they crashed together in ecstasy. Then he stands her up, leans her over, his large hands fixed on her hips as he thrusts.... he leans over and bites her where the neck and shoulder meet. Blood seeps from the bite.... the pain causes her to wince hard and she presses her ass back against him. He gives a final forceful thrust and comes inside her. She cannot tell if it is happening in her dreams or for real. You will confirm what I am telling you tomorrow because she will be perpetually wanton until I am satisfied. Set me free and I set her free." "Set you free from what?" I asked with skepticism. She dismissed my question, "With the bite she is now under my control, only she does not know it. When she wakes, there will be no marks. She will not remember anything. All she will feel is pleasured joy and an urge for more, as if she had the best sex ever and is searching for more but can never find complete satisfaction, and, she will not be able to explain why she is constantly aroused...." I waited for her next words. Instead she took my cock in her hand and began to massage it, "Tonight I will show you why I am worthy of your help. Be assured, there are rewards for you," she said confidently as she looked down at my now stiff cock, "All creatures need some form of nourishment. Mine just happens to derive from men... funny how that is... it is as if I am wed to them... they usually do not complain when I get to this part- I am the best they ever experience. After me, there is no comparison. I am highly addictive. It only takes once and then they go mad as they crave for more of me, or someone just as good. After tonight I could release you to wander the world, forever searching for me, never to find me. Almost instantly you would go mad because you could not have more of me, an incurable addition I would be... you would probably wind up in an asylum babbling about me, how and from where I came to you, the story of your girl being taken by my demon, how you cannot go on without me, how I am from another world. Nobody would believe your story. Doctors would just diagnose you as another schizophrenic, drug and sedate you. You would live out the rest of your years institutionalized in a chemical hazed reality, mourning your loss until you die. Nice vision?" I was speechless. "Have I scared you too much? Our path will not be bad if you satisfy my needs. I am not all that evil..." she seductively proclaimed, "I just want to get back to humanity and the ability to love... Do I ask for too much? Now darling, it is time to feed... I need my nourishment, which means I need you." "No, no, stop..." I protested thinking she was a crazy stalker. "But it does not work that way. You need to learn to accept your fate," she said. Her hands were warm and silky like oil. I was paralyzed by a sick mixture of fear and pleasure. "It's even better inside me," she coaxed, "Want me? I want you... Lets try a little of this," she suggested bringing her mouth to my head and sucking it. I felt her tongue morph from a human form to long flat and serpentine. It wrapped itself around my length from below my head to the base of my shaft. Then it constricted tight. My head was against the back of her throat. Her tongue slithered back and forth in a spiral direction as she suckled me. Slowly she brought me to the edge and back time and again, constricting tight to prevent my release. Resistance was futile. As pleasure overcome my senses, I leaned my head back and closed my eyes. Her throat clamped around my head and would not let go. My hips began to gyrate and rise upward. I heard her voice echo inside my head, "that is it my love, enjoy what I have to give, I will please you over and over, just give me what I want..." I felt my balls harden and well from deep within. My hands grabbed the sides of her head and forced her down on me. Her tongue slowly slithered back up the shaft until it was only wrapped around the top, constricting just below my head. My shaft throbbed as she let me fuck her throat. Unexpectedly, her tongue let go of my cock and I exploded, streaming seed into her throat and belly. She used my cock as a straw, sucking the cream out, drawing it ounce by ounce until my balls ached. Then, I blacked out from the intense pleasure. Subconsciously, I felt the emission. Then, remembering what was happening, I bolted up in bed, my heart pounding with panic. I looked around the room. Everything was as it was when I went to sleep. No Lizette, no fogged vision, nothing, except a pair of panties- Lizette's or my girlfriend's? I did not know. I was dazed. I lay back and tried to sleep but could not, the event swirling in my head as I debated if it was a deep erotic dream or reality, second guessing myself and fretting about my girlfriend Heather. Should I call her and see if she was ok? At 4:00 am? No, she would think I was crazy and this could not really have happened I thought.... I never went back to sleep. My balls felt fine, and in fact, I was getting horny as I convinced myself it was all a dream and a fine one at that. Finally, at about 7:00 a.m. I called Heather, "Hi, are you ok?" I asked, trying to mask the remaining slight panic and doubt. "Yes, why?" she asked. "I just had a bad gut feeling and needed to call," I explained not wanting to tell her the whole story. "I'm sorry to hear that. Well, now that you are up, why not come over for a quickie before going to work? I just really need you right now, I mean really badly. I have a big meeting today and only a few minutes but I am so horny. I'd hate to waste it alone. How about it?" she asked in a sultry come hither voice. "I'll be over shortly," I eagerly said half heartedly wondering if she had a bite mark as Lizette described. I got to Heather's place and let myself in. She came down the stairs to greet me and halted my entrance at the doorway. "I'm so glad you made it... I thought you would never arrive... I was about to take care of myself... and if you did not make it before I had to leave, I was going to hunt you down later today, maybe even at your office for a surprise visit.... I only have ten minutes... I just did my hair and make up, don't crease the clothes...." she said as she turned and placed her hands against the wall. Never before had she been this eager and forward. She preferred deliberate and loving. Now I was beginning to lose confidence that it had been a dream. I unzipped her skirt, helped her out of it and carefully hung it over a nearby chair. She stood waiting in her sexy red high heels and tan stockings- my girl dresses well, especially for me. I must give her credit for that. I moved close and inspected her neck and shoulders for any signs of the bite. I could not feel any indication that she had been bitten but the general area was a light shade of pink. "Hurt yourself here?" I asked as I touched the spot. "No, why?" Heather asked. "Just a bit pink colored." "Maybe the hot water from the shower..." she replied. I caressed her warm soft skin, and became erect with anticipation of plunging into her hairy bush, the moment being so spontaneous and she presenting herself so well. I entered. She was very wet, very hot. She confessed to me that she was ravenous for me, that she had toyed herself in preparation of my arrival. She said she could not control herself. A normally reserved and conservative woman, she started talking dirty, telling me to do things to her which I never imagined she could utter. I pillaged her hard and fast, repeatedly slamming myself against her, shuddering her body. She cried out in loud quips and gasps. Then she demanded, "C'mon, that's it, fuck me hard, give me that demon seed." It did not take long for us to violently climax together. It was the best spontaneous sex we had ever had. "Demon seed?" I asked as we dressed. "Just something that popped into my head last night when thinking of you," she said with a smirk, "you are my little devil, right?" "Right baby," I replied, "so right.... How about tonight?" "I'll call you if I can. Kind of doubt it. I'm real busy at work." I went to the office and began my day as usual. Later that morning I walked by Lizette's office and peered in. She sat at her desk, head down deep in concentration. I stood in the doorway waiting for her to acknowledge my presence not wanting to interrupt her thoughts. "I'm really busy right now," she said without looking up to see who was waiting for her. "Well I just want to ask you one thing," I replied. "I do not want to talk, I'm really busy" she coldly replied. "But," I started and she brought her finger to her lips signifying silence. "How is your girlfriend this morning?" she asked as with a smirk on her face as I turned to walk away. It was an odd question for her to ask. She never had before. I looked at her quizzically. "Go look in the mirror. Maybe I'll see you later," was all she said dismissively. At that I left not wanting to stir her ire. 'I do not want to discuss it' was a pretty ambiguous statement, especially when she did not know what I was going to ask. 'How is your girlfriend'? 'This morning'? The statements would gnaw at me all day. If last night was real, I was in over my mortal head. If it was just a dream, then in combination with yesterdays voyerism, these events were going to play tricks on me. I went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. Sure enough, lipstick on the cheek. Maybe I was reading too much into this morning.... I did not see Lizette all day. By 4:30 p.m. I was in the office library doing some research. "Olives and Onions'?" a calm sultry femanine voice asked. Lizette wanted to know if I was going to the martini bar and grill in our office building. "No can do, I'm on a deadline," I despondently replied. "Ok, maybe later," she said as she took off. I should have gone I thought as I put my head down intending to rest for a minute. The long night and early morning were catching up with me. I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep. "Hey, wake up," the voice said as a hand shook my shoulder, "how long do you intend to stay here? It's nine o'clock." Lizette said rousting me from my slumber. "Huh?" I sheepishly replied as I glanced up. "Don't you have a deadline? Maybe you should call it a day and go home," she suggested. "Oh, uh thanks. I dozed off for a while." "Late night last night, 'Lover'?" Lizette said teasingly. "Kind of, I guess," I replied. I could tell she was excited about something, too excited for my grog. "Guess who I met at the bar?" "No idea," I said. "The two across the alley. They came in and sat next to me. I do not know if they recognized me. Next thing I know we are having this really good conversation, laughing it up. I'm off to diner with them. See you," she said as she walked out. Fifteen minutes later I took her advice and went home. My slumber came easy. It was a deep hard sleep with no dreams. Exhaustion and stress do that to a person. Then I heard her voice calling to me from afar, telling me to wake up. Suddenly, all was vivid. I could not tell if it was a dream or if I had awoken. Regardless, there was Lizette sitting on my bedside. Larceny of the Succubus "You came for more?" I asked, trepidation filling my voice, "Hasn't this been enough already?" She smiled and said, "No my friend, like I said, last night was just the beginning of our journey. I came to tell you the first test. You must accomplish it in two days time. It is very simple- bring Heather to me." "But why?" I protested, "Why her? Why must she be involved any more? You do not need me to bring her to you. You said she is already under your spell. Why not just go to her? Have your demon bring her to you?" I protested. "Yes, I could, but it is not about her, it is all about you. This is a test of your trust and faith. All I want is to steal her kiss, to know you trust me and that I can continue down this path with you..." "If I do, when and where? Here at night? I do not know where else to find you...." "Of course you do.... in the office," she said as she proceeded to feast on me for the second time. Slowly I faded into pleasure. When I awoke she was gone. I went to work, my mind fixated on what I had been commanded. How to do it? If it was real, was I betraying Heather? She was becoming an innocent and unknowing pawn. I should warn her but what if I did... All these things weighed on my mind like a brick. I did not see Lizette all day. Then at 4:30 PM she stopped by. She told me about her dinner the other night with her new found friends. How they were getting 'tight' as she put it. I never suspected she was lesbian, bi-sexual or experimental. The conversation began to drift until she said, "By the way, when do I get to meet her?" I looked at Lizette quizzically. "You know... your girl," she replied with a smirk. "I did not know you wanted to... maybe next time she comes by the office...." I demurely replied. "I'm told every one else has met her. I'm just curious... I hope she comes by sooner rather than later," Lizette continued. "Why so curious?" I asked. "Its a girl thing... you are always curious about the girl a guy goes with..." "Usually, the curious girl is curious because she has an interest in the guy, not the 'other' girl..." I retorted. "Are you insinuating?" she playfully jabbed back, "and for your information, even if I was, which I am not, life, my dear, is short. I want to meet as many interesting people as I can before my time is up because you never know where life will lead you..." she said as she winked and walked away without waiting for a reply. Her words resonated in my mind and reminded me of the prior evening as the backs of her sexy legs seared images in my mind. Too many mixed messages and veiled communications. I was beginning to believe that I did not know what to believe. I awoke refreshed. Lizette did not visit me and I was beginning to believe that it was all just a dream and I had been deluding myself into a false reality. I got to the office and went to give the boss his daily report. Lizette stood at the window, her back to the door. The boss was out. "Hey, how are you?" I asked from across the room as I walked over to join the viewing. Mary and Alice were absent from the room afar. Lizette turned to me, a stern look on her face. "Time is wasting. Do I get to meet her today?" she asked, her steely eyes gripping mine as she turned and walked out. I stood in mortified silence as my stomach dropped through the floor. Without responding I quickly left, went to my office and closed the door and e-mailed Heather an invitation to lunch. She worked but a few blocks away. I suggested she meet me at my office. She agreed. Then I e-mailed Lizette to inform her Heather was coming by at 12:30 pm. I received a short curt reply that I should bring Heather by her office so they could 'chat'. After lunch I did just that. We walked in, Lizette sat at her desk diligently working. She looked up and a pleasant smile crossed her face. "You must be Heather. So nice to meet you," Lizette said as she stood and extended her hand. "I have heard so many nice things about you. Come in and have a seat. "Could you do me a favor?" she asked, "...I need the Holtzinger report. The boss is out for the afternoon. Could you get it from his office and bring it to me while we girls chat?" "Sure," I replied leery of her intentions, "...and please close the door on your way out. I'll bring Heather to your office when we are finished." "Ok," I replied as my paranoia peaked. The bosses' office was all the way across the building, a good ten minute walk. I decided I was not going to wait for Heather in my office and instead wandered back to Lizette's hoping to catch Heather as she came out. I timed it perfectly. The two women emerged just as I walked down the hallway. Heather's face was slightly flushed and I had to wonder what Lizette had done to her. Heather turned to Lizette and said goodbye as she left and I approached. "Are you ok?" I asked, "your face is a bit red." "Oh, yes, I'm fine... you know how I get when I am slightly embarrassed... Lizette was very complimentary..." Then she turned to Lizette, "we'll talk soon, yes?" "Of course," Lizette responded as she smirked and closed the door, "nice to finally meet you." My heart raced at the implications, "What was that all about?" "Let's go to your office," she said. I closed the door when we entered and leaned against it, "So?" "So what?" Heather replied as she moved close to me and pressed her body against mine. My paranoia peaked further. "So, what did Lizette say that was so embarrassing?" "Oh, I can't really discuss it... she just said if you asked that I was to tell you it involved 'hiring away from the competition'.... and that you would understand.... now kiss me," Heather whispered changing the subject as she brought her mouth to mine. Her kiss was more passionate than usual. Lizette told me she wanted to steal Heather's kiss. I did not know what she meant. Did she intend to take her passion? If she did, Heather's kiss told me Lizette had failed. She was methodical yet aggressive the way she tongued me. Her hand reached down behind me and locked the door. She grabbed at me through my pants and teased me. Then she guided me to my desk chair and unbuckled my pants. "Here?" I asked her. "Yes, here," she confirmed. I sat down and spread my knees for her to stand between my legs. She raised her skirt and pulled down her panties. With her back turned to me she impaled herself and began rocking in my lap. My hand reached around and found her button. "You want me?" I asked. "Very badly... I've wanted you many times each day this week... I can't stop thinking about you... every day I find myself frigging off every chance I get... I can get off and half an hour later be horny again... it just won't go away... that meeting the other day, I had to excuse myself and take a 'private moment' in my office... it is so not like me, I do not know what is happening..." "Well, it turns me on... why haven't you called me?" "I'm just so busy at work... been working till one in the morning each night... now just fuck me," she said as her hips rocked back and forth and breath increased in pace. My fingers became slick with her sweet juices. She leaned slightly forward and repeatedly pushed back against me. "Oh yes baby, that's it, come on," she quipped as she came. The hot rush of her release anointed me. I pulled her back and down on me. As she squirmed under my forceful hands, her wet engorged lips suckled the base of my cock and I forcefully released. Heather looked back, leaned toward me and we kissed. "Tonight?" I asked. "Doubtful. To much work right now. If it is possible, I'll call." Later that day I had to see Lizette. I went to her office and we briefly chatted business then the subject of Heather came up. "She is really nice," Lizette said, "you are a lucky guy... she is so beautiful... I just wanted to reach out an touch her face, it is so beautiful, especially her lips... so well formed..." "And she uses them so well," I said prodding her for a response to determine if she would give any sign of confirmation that she had touched them. All she could do was smirk. That combined with Heather's earlier flushed appearance told me all I wanted to know. "Yes?" I asked implying there was more to be told. "Nothing," she said feigning ignorance, "by the way, I'm having a small party tomorrow night. I asked Heather if the two of you would want to come. She told me she has to much work. Why don't you come? I'll leave an invitation on your desk with directions. I've got to leave. Have a good one... and thanks for introducing me to Heather" The day had beaten me down and Heather had exhausted me. I knew I should go to Lizette's party- Heather told me I needed to stay on Lizette's good side, after all she was the gatekeeper to the boss. I knew she was right. It was a Friday night and I could afford to stay out late. I drove out of town. The party was being held at an old mansion, one that had been abandoned for many years after. Recently some unknown person had bought the place and put in back into condition foe the sole purpose of renting it out for select private parties. I parked the car and began the long trek up the driveway. It was late- maybe 10:00 PM. I figured the party would be dying out, I would make an appearance then leave. As I walked, all was quiet. 'Things' scurried and rustled the fallen dry leaves in the woods that ran alongside the driveway. A shiver ran up my spine at the thought of what animals might be wandering around. I looked up the hill towards the house. A huge slow sloping field with waist high grass fronted it. The building itself was stone faced and rather large and boxy. despite the renovations, all that was lit was the front door and each window had a candle on the sill. I walked in darkness save for what little light the moon threw my way. I approached the front door. It opened as I ascended the front steps. A blond woman in her late forties or early fifties motioned with her hand for me to enter. The vestibule was dark except for the votive candles set on each step of the curved marble staircase before us. She was a beautiful, attired in a cocktail dress with black stockings and heels. I was instantly drawn to her by some unspoken ethereal magnetism. She said nothing and turned away, motioning me to follow her up to the second floor. At the top of the stairs she took me by the arm and led me down a candlelit hallway. As we moved to the end, I wondered what it would take to have this delicious sophisticated one. She squeezed my arm to gain my attention as if to acknowledge my desires. I looked over and she smiled back at me, pushed me up against a wall with a strong will and leaned her lurid body against mine. She moved her face close to kiss me. "Here?" I asked. "Why not? There is no one else here except those in the party room... and they can not leave it..." she responded as she leaned forward and pressed her lips to mine, planting a soft warm lascivious kiss as she wrapped her arms around my waist, pulling us closer. I melted into her arms as our bodies meshed in a deeply erotic embrace. Instantly, tongues probed, teeth gnashed, hands roamed. I grabbed her ass and pulled her against me. Our passions grew and we ground against each other in a steamy kiss. "Where can we go?" I asked panting with a fury to have her. "We can't.... you need to save yourself for later. If you don't, she will know... I better take you to her, she must be waiting... I have gone as far as my bounds permit... maybe we can complete our unfinished business another time..." "Can't we leave now? Who will ever know I showed up?" "She knows already. Trust me, she knows..." the woman replied as she tuned and walked away. I followed her in stride as I craved her. We reached the end of the hallway. All was oddly silent. She opened the door and showed me to enter. I stepped in and the door closed. I was alone in a room illuminated by hundreds of votive candles. In the center of the room was a stage, maybe three feet elevated off the floor, surrounded by a canopy of transparent gauzy white fabric. Two figures sensually wrestled within the canopy. I parted the veil surrounding the stage and stepped within. Two women lay in a sixty nine position, one atop of the other. The one on top lifted her head to see who had entered the domain. Lizette looked at me as she fingered the succulent wet pussy of the beauty who lay beneath her, "Welcome... I am pleased to see you have made it this far..." Lizette's hips gently swayed side to side as her suitor pleasured her. I could not see the other woman's face, "remove your clothes and join us..." she said. "Who is she?" I asked. "Don't worry yourself with her... follow my directions..." she cooed with a vixen smile on her face, "You will not be disappointed..." "Trust and faith," I muttered to myself aloud, "that is what this is all about..." Lizette reached forward, grabbed my cock and pulled me closer, "Yes it is... now kneel," she insisted. I complied with her demand. She lowered her face and opened her mouth, descending on my head. Her warm breath and wet mouth slowly sucked my head and I moaned at her touch. She made me stiff, took me to the edge of release and then sat upright and pulled the mystery woman's legs back at the knees, spreading her thighs and fully exposing her hairy sex. Lizette lowered my head to the exposed pussy, tapped and rubbed the lips with it, teasing us both. I heard the moans of the other woman- she was tantalized with my flesh. Lizette brought me to the opening and had me inch in just enough to bury my head. My head caressed by the wet warmth, Lizette masterfully teased me, causing my balls to tingle and cock to pulse and twitch. I closed my eyes and all thoughts but the sensation of the moment faded away. Lizette wrapped her thumb around and under my cock, gripping it tight to delay my climax. She stroked my shaft and caressed my balls, "...let me get you off..." she said as she stoked faster. "Oh yes, oh yes," I moaned as my heart pounded within my chest and all I wanted to do was thrust forward and release. Lizette prohibited my movement. I knew that what was going to happen would trump any orgasm I would achieve on my own. My hips writhed as the ultimate feeling embraced my body. Lizette jerked harder. As I peaked she released her grip of my cock just enough to allow the first spurt of my creamy jiz to fly out. The mystery woman felt me cum in her and sighed. "That's it baby, give it to her," Lizette cooed as she released me from her clutch and watched with great satisfaction as I seized hard and came inside the stranger. When I was done she had me pull out, sit back and observe. She teased the mystery woman's clit, slowly loving it with her fingers, "Mama's hungry tonight," she cooed, "push some out for me..." The woman obliged and my cum pooled around her swollen lips. Lizette leaned down and lapped at the viscous fluid. Then her serpentine tongue slithered into the woman's rose. The mystery woman's body shuddered and she moaned uncontrollably. She threw her arms up and around Lizette's hips and her legs up and around Lizette's neck, clamping her thighs around Lizette's head as she violently came. Many minutes passed as Lizette sublimely sucked the woman's cum. Her body continued to quiver in ecstasy. Silently I watched with great interest as she fed off the woman. Finally, Lizette looked up at me again. "Who is she," I asked. "Really want to know? Ok, but I warn you to be prepared..." she said as she lifted a leg to reveal the woman's face. I was mortified because at that moment I realized I had truly made a deal with the devil. Lizette had told me she was a liar, a thief, a cunning seductress. At first I was doubtful. Now I was assured as Heather lay below Lizette, her face entranced. She did not acknowledge me. She did not speak. All she could do was clamor to hungrily grab Lizette's hips and bring her back down so she could feast of her precious pussy. "I thought you would leave her out of this," I stammered in anger ready to lunge with the violent rage of one violated. "I lied," she coquettishly quipped, "I stole her kiss and she told me she wanted more... she gave herself to me... now she is mine.... she cannot get enough of me... I like the attention.... want her back? Behind this house stands a barn. A black stallion will be waiting for you tomorrow at midnight. Tethered to the stallion will be a white mare. Mount the stallion. He knows the path to the final test. Now, get out of here, I have some business to finish... Go...." she said angrily imploring my departure. I left, looking over my shoulder wondering what was to become of my Heather, fearing for her life and fearing for 'us'. I went home and was restless, constantly thinking of her and what was being done to her, cursing Lizette, wanting to put my hands around her neck and strangle the life out of her, a sick mix of lover's rage and jealousy brought on by betrayal... I called Heather. There was no answer. I called her all night long, each call going unanswered, each time I fell deeper into depression. Finally, out of exhaustion, my body gave out and I fell into a deep, deep unsettling sleep.... The telephone rang. It woke me up. I looked around confused, exhausted, in a surreal daze and my raged instantly engulfed me. It must have been 4:00 AM when I fell asleep. Now it was 7:30 AM and I was far from rested and of settled mind. Caller ID told me Heather was calling on her cell. I fumbled to answer the call. "Hello? Heather, is that you?" I asked in a panicked tone. "Hey baby," the voice said, "its Lizette. Heather is sleeping, still. She is doing fine... sweet girl you have. I'm so glad you introduced us... I just wanted you to know we had an awesome time last night... sorry you had to leave so early, you missed so much... see you tonight, remember, at midnight?" All day long my anger stayed with me. I craved revenge, the murderous type, though I knew I could never inflict it. It was not in me, but bodily harm certainly was.... I stewed mired in my rage, thinking of how I could extricate Heather and myself from this bad situation. Did I need to win her back or was she still mine? Did she know what was happening to her? Was Lizette really supernatural or was this all a ruse, some sick psychopathic stalking? All the facts were on the fringe between reality and the surreal. I did not know the truth and that alone haunted me in my assessments. I considered not going, testing the limits with Lizette, provoking a reaction. Each time I considered pushing back, thoughts of Heather's well being pulled me back to rationality. My welfare was not an issue. An innocent was at risk, my innocent. I had to go, to face whatever it was, fate or otherwise, which awaited. By 11:00 PM I was in my car driving back to the house. I raced down the dark country roads, gliding through the twists and turns at a high rate of speed in anxiety as my mind wandered, mulling over what lay ahead from me. The gate was open and I drove up to the house. I was not a man of violence. That night I came armed with a knife, stored in the inside pocket of my coat. 'Protection' I told myself knowing quite well I had dabbled with murderous thoughts through the day... My steed stood waiting outside the barn- tall, jet black, sturdy, and demonic. I half expected him to spring wings and fly us away. I mounted the beast and he started off towards an open field to the left, following a straight tree line. At the end of the line he turned left and we continued through the barren field. The air was crisp and a low fog hugged the ground, swirling around the beast's hoof as he strode with confidence in the night. I looked up and saw the meadow gradually rose until it crested in the dark, the harvest moon hanging in the sky just over the edge. All was quiet and eerie. My eye followed the ridge to the right and noticed a solitary body walking along it, moving from right to left. At present pace, it was clear our paths would intersect. But where? I looked to the left. In the far distance I saw a huge tree atop a rise in the meadow, looming in the dark. Larceny of the Succubus The stallion barely labored to take me to my destination. As we closed in on the tree, things became more apparent as the moon rose and illuminated all around. The person in the field was a woman, her garb but a hooded knee length cape and knee high black boots, the cape swaying as she walked. The tree was bigger than when I first saw it- I estimated it hundreds of years old, its magnanimous size towering in the barren meadow. Closer we drew and a black wrought iron fence came into focus. Six, maybe eight, feet high, it demarcated a square acre around the tree. Someone wanted to protect something in the middle of an otherwise abandoned field. Then its purpose became readily apparent- in the dark I saw the upright head stones dotting the landscape. In the middle of the night, when all was quiet, I was to meet Lizette in a graveyard, and a chill ran up my spine... The beast strode up to a cold black wrought iron gate in the fence and I knew it was time to dismount. As I landed the woman was waiting for me. She lifted her hands and removed the hood. Lizette smiled at me in the dark. I was ready to barrage her with questions and then assault her. Instead, once I saw her face, I wilted within, my lust yielding to her ethereal and suddenly overwhelming cunning beauty. "I know, you have many questions. I will answer them all when we are finished tonight for one way or another, we will be wed.... Follow me," she said unlatching the gate and entering the yard. Old headstones stood in the night, having taken the beatings of the elements for hundreds of years, lives dating to colonial times, names worn to smooth edged indents in the stones. This was a family plot. Fifty to a hundred laid to rest under the tree. From death sprung a sturdy life. I wondered if I would walk out alive or join the sleeping. We passed through the gate and Lizette locked it behind us. She turned to me, "This is it, the final test... it will all be over shortly, I hope. Tonight is the true test. The prior ones were of my own design, preparation for tonight. Have me, release with me, and we go free. Fail and you must join me." "But why here?" "The others, they will come to bear witness... they always do," she said looking around at the markers dotting the landscape around us. "Who are 'they'?" I asked. "They will rise, not to interfere and prevent my salvation, but to attest to my escape.... they are why this will be so difficult...you will be terrified... it will take all your will and desire to accomplish your task...." "I do not understand," I protested. "You will," she said as she smiled and moved closer, "you will". Her face was inches from mine and her body swayed back and forth. My lust boiled up from within. I just wanted to throw her to the ground and have her in the dark, ravage her, take her in a selfish act, see if what she was saying bore any truth. Her hand slithered down the front of my pants as her lips moved closer to mine. I felt her breath float across my lips as she moved close, backed away and moved close again, teasing my desire as her hand reached down my pants and fondled my cock. I found it so hard to believe her unnatural. It did not make sense. Had it, I would not have been so calm. She backed me up against the fence and released my pants to give her hand room to maneuver. She kissed me, her tongue gently probing my mouth. It was not the touch of the undead... My hands reached up and into the cape. She was naked beneath it and I roamed across her luscious body, caressing her soft lascivious curves. I plied her ample breasts with my strong hands and pinched her nipples.She gasped and quipped in return. I was melting into her as I forgot where we were and the reason for our presence. She pushed herself into me and the excitement of our embrace heightened as she jerked me off. My right hand ran down across her midsection to her pussy. My finger pushed aside her lips, making for her wet clit. Realizing my aggressive penetration, she pushed her pelvis against me so my hand was caught between her and my thigh, held in place so it could not escape as her hips rolled side to side as my fingers strummed her slickness. My little vixen became very wet, very quickly. I thought I was the one who was lustful with desire but I realized it was mutual as she lifted a leg giving me access to fondle her deeper. I plunged in two fingers as quickly fingered her. Her breathing increased and our kiss grew deeper as I felt her walls beginning to tighten. I was rock hard and ready to have her. I thought it was going to be all to simple and the entire evening a contrived scenario to lure me to her. "Are you close enough?" I asked her as I thrust my fingers in deep making her body jump. "Yes," she said, "have me." I spun her around, showing her to grab the wrought iron bars of the fence and brace herself. I bent her over and lifted the cape, revealing her sex legs and sopping wet cunt. I felt like a wolf about to howl as I took my bitch. I brought my head to her lips and thrust with unmitigated audacity. Without warning, a twenty foot high ring of fire sprung from the ground surrounding the graveyard. It danced skyward, the flames swirling and twisting in a depraved horrific pyre. The horses whinnied and reared up as the apocalyptic wall blocked all chance of voluntary retreat. My heart raced and my attention was diverted from my lust. I peered into the burning ring and saw goblins and gargoyles, and maybe even the devil himself, dancing in the flames, prancing with delight between the twisted flames. Then I looked to my sides and saw round 'white caps' pressing up from the ground before the headstones. I knew then what she meant by "They will rise." The dead emerged from their slumbers to witness the event, each one crowning from mother earth like a baby, their bodies covered in centuries old dirt and filth. Tonight, rebirth was theirs. They stood in the graveyard, looking at us and slowly moved closer. Faces half missing, bones cracked, eye sockets filled with clay and earth, stinking of fetid decay, their bodies having been given over to time, weather and worms. I shuddered at the sights and for a moment contemplated whether the eternal life Lizette offered in failure was better then my guaranteed mortal future. The dead moved close and circled us. They pressed within a few feet and I felt the chill from their corpses cross my skin. I wanted to scream and run but had nowhere to go but through the circle of skeletons and flames. I knew completion of my task would be the only way to end the moment. Whether in success or failure, I had no choice. Wrought with fear for my life, my sexual desire had waned and I wondered if Lizette had left the precipice of release. Our mutual timing was crucial. I withdrew and stood her up, turned her around, backing her against the fence. I closed my eyes to block out all disturbing sights, buried my head into her shoulder and felt for her slick bud. My fingers found the pearl and slowly massaged her. "Are you still with me?" "Yes," she replied, "save me." I massaged her clit until I felt her thighs quaking again. "Touch yourself," I demanded, "play with your clit for me." As she did, I lifted her leg and rubbed my head against her wet rose, teasing myself stiff. I thought of all the anguish she had brought into my life, her deception and the thievery of my loved Heather. Anger, jealousy and revenge made for a fertile mixture of evil lust and I stiffened at the thought of revenge. Then I impaled her. She screamed out at the hard unexpected thrust. I lifted her other leg and repeatedly pounded into her, slamming her against the fence with vigor. She wailed an impassioned song, her voice growing louder as her excitement grew until the entire area was blotted out by the sound of her elicit cries, quips, moans and lamentations. "You want me?" I asked, a growl in my voice. "Yes, fuck me," she begged. I thrust hard. "Harder," she implored, "Harder... yes, give it to me again, harder... yes that's it, yes, more..." I felt her cunt bathing me in her warm juices. Her walls tight and wanton. I knew it was THE moment. I thrust forward and exploded as I impaled my quarry. The base of my shaft spread her lips, widening her like an over sized spike being driven into a smaller hole. She gasped and shuddered. My jiz streamed into her with vengeance and I thrust again, even harder than before. She yelled passionately as I took my frustrations and anger out on her, repeatedly hammering her body until I could do it no longer. Exhausted, I opened my eyes. The flames slowly died down and out and the dead turned to sand in mid-air, falling from head to foot into little heaps where they had stood, the grains quietly disappearing, melding into the ground. All was quiet. I backed away and looked at her. She was 'life like" now, soft in appearance, her 'other worldly' aura having faded away. I said nothing as I turned and mounted the stallion. She followed and climbed atop the mare. The horses walked without command, knowing where we were going. We rode in silence. After a few minutes she spoke. "Now that you have saved me, I am indebted to you.... I am yours, to do with as you please," I continued listening without responding, "... I am eternally grateful for what you have done and will do whatever it is you want of me, anything. You are my master... Please, say something..." she begged in innocent apology. I kept riding, looking forward, my anger still boiling within. We arrived back at the barn. I dismounted and headed for the back door to the house. She followed me, hurrying behind me in the dark. The back door led to the kitchen. I walked in and immediately spotted a bottle of cognac- it was just what I needed to warm my bones and quell my frayed nerves. Frantically, I opened and closed cabinet doors looking for a glass. My hands shook as I poured the first drink and slung it back, the heat racing down my throat and into my belly- stinging reassurance that I was still alive. I slammed the glass on the granite counter in angst and peered at her out of the corner of my eye. She demurely stood by the back door waiting for me to address her. I slugged down another shot down. Then a third. The liquor started easing my nerves and I exhaled hard as my stress subsided. I gathered my thoughts and contemplated her. I could just walk away and never address her, leave her standing there a sorry pathetic individual, disdainful of her existence on this earth, ironically an existence to which I had given rebirth. I also realized it was not all her fault. I took another shot and thought some more, contemplating whether I wanted to accept her offer of subservience, whether I would abuse her in revenge as she had used me, if I wanted to become that person, or, if I could rise above my anger, forget who she had been and accept her gratitude. My mind raced, impugned by the growing cognac induced haze. "Please," she began as she stepped towards me, "I beg of you, hear me out." I could not look directly at her. She lightly placed a hand on my chest and looked up at me, "I know what I did was wrong, but I was trapped and desperate..." She pulled the string which held the cape on her and it fell to the ground leaving her exposed. I might have despised her as a person but she was still physically irresistible and I was weak for her. My hands grabbed her upper arms and my lips clasped hers in a sudden animistic outburst. She was completely receptive to my advance. I backed her up against the counter and caressed her, feeling her warm soft body. Her hands raced to undress me as our passions ascended. She broke our kiss and gasped, "this way," as she took me by the arm and dragged me upstairs to an opulently furnished bedroom. I maneuvered her toward the bed then threw her down atop of it. She lay back and spread her thighs, offering herself to me. I rubbed her pussy lips with my swollen head, tapped at it and teased her. She begged for me. I went to push in and found unexpected resistance. I looked at her quizzically. "It is part of the salvation- redemption and renewal," she said, "... I am your virgin... have me." My lust turned to animistic desire- greedily I thrust hard, asserting my dominance in a selfish act. She cried out in a high pitched voice. That was what I wanted to hear, I wanted to her her cry out, I wanted to know I had taken her. And, I wanted her to know I was now in charge.... Self indulgently I explored her tight slit. I slid in and out of her at a steady pace, titillated by the sights, sounds and sensations of our moment. She moaned and clenched at me from within. I thrust hard. She quipped in a high pitched submissive voice. I did it again. "Harder," she coed. I leaned forward, placing my hands on the bed. She semi-sat up and wrapped a hand behind my neck for balance as she raised her legs, pulling back her knees and wrapping her heels behind me. I wanted to hear her voice again, her pleasured cries of rapture. I thrust hard, "That's it, give me more," she growled through clenched teeth. I obliged. She drizzled kisses on my chest and suckled my nipples with a vengeance as we careened toward release. Her thighs shook and the heat of her orgasm washed over me. My head tingled and shaft throbbed. I thrust and seized hard. Paralyzed, I spilled my seed deep within her soft sensual virgin rose. All was quiet except for my pleasured moans... and then I felt her razor sharp fangs slowly pierce the tender skin of my neck and take hold of me. The sanguine and the seminal flowed from my body to hers. As I shuddered, her soft comforting solitary voice echoed within my head as I drifted off: Give yourself over to me my love, I will protect and covet you, Together we will make love for eternity,I want you, come to me...