9 comments/ 23332 views/ 34 favorites Succubus Inquisition Ch. 01 By: Yshomatsu A special thanks to JonB1969 for his quick responses and amazing editing. Without him this story may not have been finished. If you're looking for a quick fix this story isn't for you, this is my longest story and I hope you all enjoy it and remember to vote/comment if you do. This Story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Copyright © 2014 by Yshomatsu All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this story or portions thereof in any form whatsoever. The following is meant for Adults only, if you are under the age of 18 leave now. An ancient evil was unleashed upon the unsuspecting world. Mysterious sightings of strange creatures have been seen within the shadows of the night. Villagers started to go missing, first women, and later men. Panic spread amongst the land, many blamed the Horadric Legion: An army of knights and warriors from distant lands. They conquered all they set their eyes upon. The Monk Order secretly infiltrated every kingdom in the known land. Their goal to keep the balance between good and evil, they ignored the Legion's invasion believing that the true threat was from somewhere else. They were right... ***** A man sat upon an old, dusty desk within a monastery. Medium length golden hair hung from his tilted head. Determined creases formed on his brow as he looked down with bright Peridot eyes at an aged parchment in deep thought. The parchment detailed an order given out during Anders the Great's campaign. The old, worn down chair creaked as the monk shifted his weight. It had been hours since he sat down with the old parchment. Something was happening in the world, but he couldn't figure out what. He had looked through a bunch of old books, yet kept coming back to the parchment. Something about it gave him a bad feeling. "Athanatos, why are you always reading that scroll," asked a voice behind the man. Athan turned slightly, to see the youngest recruit in the monastery. Many secrets were kept within the Order, including the important role the Monk Order has had within the world. The boy didn't have the proper rank for clearance, he wouldn't understand. "I miss my King," Athan replied. Elpis leaned over the monk's shoulder and looked at the scroll. "How is that possible? Anders died one hundred eighty years ago." "One hundred seventy seven to be exact young Elpis," Athan sighed, remembering when he was called away from his King's side shortly before he was mortally wounded in combat. "I fought alongside him nearly to the end." The parchment detailed a mission from the Monk Order to stop an evil ritual. "But how, you are only slightly older than me," the boy of only eighteen asked, amazed, yet in utter disbelief. "I'm a lot older than I look. Shortly before his death, I was called away by the Order to stop a forbidden ritual of dark magic." "You're joking, demons aren't real." "Demons? Ha no, not demons, they are but myths created to scare children. Yet I really shouldn't say anymore, you will learn it all in time with your studies," Athan replied, the memory still burned within his mind as if it had just happened yesterday. He didn't mind talking about it, but wanted to give the boy an exit before getting carried away. The old parchment was a reminder of when he turned his back on his King. He couldn't help but blame himself for Anders' death, had he only been there at his side. "Please continue, what harm could it bring to learn now?" Athan chuckled under his breath. The Order always chooses those most eager to learn to advance within its ranks. Elpis was constantly asking questions when he wasn't training his martial arts. Come to think of it, Athan recalled the boy asked them even in combat training. He chuckled a little louder before covering it up with a cough. "Alright," Athan enjoyed telling stories; his long years carried wisdom only the elderly truly know. "Once I was just a boy like you, accepted into the ranks of the monks. When I turned twenty-two I was assigned to Anders. My orders were to make sure he remained the best leader that he could be. I stayed by his side during his campaign to unite the known world." "Okay, I get that part but if it's true, how have you not aged a day if you're what two hundred," asked Elpis. Athan's shoulders dropped as he sighed, "One hundred ninety-nine, where did you learn basic math? When I received the orders to stop the dark ritual along with my mentor," he looked back down at the parchment, his eyes lost focus as he retold the story. "We intercepted the culprits responsible and sent each one of them to the afterlife. I believed our task complete, but later learned instead, we had the spell cast on ourselves." "What was it?" "They were attempting to make a deal with an ancient evil for power and eternal life," Athan replied. "Who wouldn't," Elpis laughed, not actually believing him. Not believing any of it really, immortality and dark magic, a little far-fetched right? Athan continued, ignoring the boy's naive attitude, "When I entered the room I became part of the spell. Their efforts never would have worked, but we didn't know it at the time. It needed a mass sacrifice, instead of the one they had planned." "Unlimited power right..." Athan took a deep breath and held it for a second before releasing it. "Heh, we had been instructed to stop them as I said before and in my young rash mind, believed we had. Shortly after that my mentor Yshomatsu went into self-imposed exile." "So you guys can't die," Elpis asked, his interest peaked even if he was skeptical. "I don't know, haven't had the desire to test it. I do know that I never age and any wounds I get can be healed quickly if I concentrate on it. The Order wasn't sure what to do with us after twenty years, when it was certain that neither of us were aging. The elders had mixed feelings, some thought we should lead the Order, others thought we should be cast out. Over the years the Order limited itself to one elder chosen by trials. It was decided wisely that an Immortal in power would become power-hungry after a century or two." I settled for being the Order's Keeper and adopted the name Athanatos, which means 'the Immortal one'. I swore to uphold the balance we monks have dedicated our entire lives to create. My mentor, however, had other ideas. He relentlessly pursued answers for our 'curse' as he called it. He became an obsessed book-worm and we fell out of contact." "Why have you been shut in this old monastery though if you're a Keeper?" "What exactly do you think a Keeper does young man?" A grin formed on his face, "Have you read the ancient scrolls on how we have kept balance," Athan replied with a question to Elpis' with more questions. "A Keeper is the hand of the Order that holds the balance with something called a Dream state." "Close," Athan couldn't hold back his laughter now. "I record the history as I see it take place. Do you know what it means?" The boy looked confused, the subject jumped leaving the boy lost, a moment later he shook his head and shrugged. "I mean the Dream state," Elpis' eyes opened wide, realizing what Athan had meant. "It means that the Order had discovered a way to walk the world of dreams." Elpis looked completely lost, enticing a smile from Athan. "When you sleep your mind begins to dream, we figured out that all minds go to the same spirit world or plane of existence to dream. We also figured out how to control our thoughts in that world, even communicate with each other." "So basically, that is how the Order secretly rules the world?" Athan leaned back and laughed loudly before he noticed the boy's embarrassment, "I'm sorry I didn't mean to laugh at you, just the idea of us ruling the world was too much. However, you're right in a way, we don't rule, rather we keep the balance. Any time evil rises we are there to stop it." "That doesn't explain why you are cooped up here." "Well, recently we have lost contact with a few of our Order. I came back here to research any possibilities but I keep coming back to this parchment of my instruction to intercept the dark ritual. I can't help but think it's connected somehow," Athan explained. In 349 the Horadric Legion spread its borders, slowly the valley villagers paid homage to the Horadric. The Monk Order paid close attention from the sidelines, only to intervene if ill content was found. "Do you think it has anything to do with the rising power in the west," asked Elpis, thinking of the Horadric. "I'm not sure but it's unlikely. Those sent into the Horadric's ranks are still reporting to us. Zoticus seems to think something ancient is waking from its slumber." Zoticus is the monk's current elder. He's in charge of overseeing all monks that are sent on missions out of the monastery. The time to promote a new monk to the title of Elder had come, but monks started to go missing and Zoticus remained in command. Some believed that Zoticus didn't want to give up his position of power, but there's no proof to support their theories. The two monks spent the next few hours reading many books. However, since neither of them knew what they were seeking, it was futile. There weren't any accounts of monks failing to report on such a massive scale. Those few recorded accounts had all been explained and couldn't be relevant. Every monk was expected to report back to the elder each week, up to a month if necessary. Yet, monks were failing to report all over the known world. It started slowly; monks close to those missing could find no sign of their brothers. Each day more seemed to vanish; only a few remained. ***** The air was filled with the stench of death, sweat mixed with blood dripped down Athan's brow, burning his eyes. It wasn't his blood, it belonged to savages. Savages in the opinion of those that slaughtered them, bodies littered the ground. The tribal hide wearing armies of the Syracuse fought viciously against the armored Arcadians. The Arcadians lead by their ambitious King Anders fought for the noble and righteous goal of uniting the known world under one banner. Anders unlike other kings fought along the front lines with his men, rather than bark orders safely from the side lines, far from any real danger. It was for this reason that the secret Monk Order had sent one of their own to watch over the king. Mere seconds had gone by as Athan wiped the bloody sweat from his eyes, resulting in the opposite effect than intended. His freshly rubbed eyes felt raw and stung with increasing pain. He stumbled forward as his vision slowly cleared, almost tripping over a lifeless body. Three tribesmen ran towards him, their intent clearly shown upon their faces. Athanatos Spared a quick look around and noticed that somehow he had been separated from the main group of Arcadians. The moment quickly passed as Athan ducked down avoiding a side swipe of an axe. A deep breath and the monk sprang into action, rolling forward and spinning around with a leg extended. The tribesman fell backwards as his knees were kicked out from under him. He lost control of his swing as the flat side smacked into the man beside him. Blood splattered from a smashed nose as the man screamed out in agony. A sudden gust of wind blew by Athan's face before the first tribesman fell hard upon the ground with a thud, a spear impaled the third man. King Anders quickly finished off the first two with lightning fast strokes of his sword. "Who's protecting who," Anders joked, "They're on the run and we're winning the battle. Forward men," he shouted as his army followed him into the fray. Athan joined in on the battle cries, enjoying the rush of adrenaline pumping through his veins. Athanatos stirred in his sleep within the monastery, hours of unsuccessful research had exhausted him until finally he passed out where he sat, uncomfortably against an old tome as a makeshift pillow. Eyes moving behind closed lids, Elpis eagerly pressed on flipping through the pages of another ancient book. Even though Elpis had no idea what he was searching for he enjoyed reading the tomes of knowledge. He glanced over at Athan and wondered if he should wake him, but quickly tossed that thought away realizing that he man was beyond tired and could use the rest. Even in such an awkward position. Elpis turned back to his book devouring the knowledge within. The fighting continued for weeks as the Shamanistic tribesmen retreated time after time only to regroup and bounce back twice as hard. What started out as quick and easy victories dragged on until wary soldiers struggled to press on. The tribesmen were as stubborn as king Anders was ambitious, desperately holding on to their way of life. Just as any free man should. Ander's intentions were pure but people seldom saw eye to eye and the Syracuse feared being turned into slaves or worse, losing their way of life, their beliefs and ideals. The Arcadians once again pushed the tribesmen back, only this time the bullheaded savages retreated into a cavernous path, rock cliffs extended up on both sides for as far as the eyes could see. The Arcadians stopped in their pursuit and stared in awe at the almost unnatural path carved out of the mountain. Athan warned the king that following in such close quarters wasn't the wisest course of action to take. Anders allowing his pride to cloud judgment brushed off the comment, believing they had finally pushed the shamans back to their home. He ordered his men into the abyss. Athan hesitated but fell in line as the army pressed onward, forced down to three side by side in the tight pathway. The men struggled through the path for what seemed like an eternity, until they started to hear rumblings ahead. What started out as low cracking sounds quickly rose to a steadily rising roar, followed by animalistic chanting. Swords and shields were raised; King Anders and two others held the front lines with Athan behind them, ready for a fight. BANG! Athan jumped out of his skin, his chair flung out from under him. Sitting on the ground wide awake, his ass hurt from the landing and it felt like he pulled a muscle in his neck. "I'm sorry Athan, a nasty spider came out of nowhere and I dropped the book," Elpis said while attempting to hold back the urge to laugh, he had scared the living crap out of the powerful Athanatos. "I think we'll call it a night," Athan replied as he looked over and saw the look on the young boy's face. He started to laugh which caused Elpis to lose it. "That was a great dream you ruined boy," He joked as he rubbed his sore neck and rose to his feet. ***** Underground deep in the desert was the unfortunate site of great evil being unleashed upon the unsuspecting world above. The room was dark. The only light came from an afterglow caused by the summoning circle. There were many candles around the room but those had long since been burnt out. The room was filled with sounds of a creature purring. At the center of that summoning circle a woman laid, stretched out on top of many cushions. Her eyes closed as her hips flexed into the pillows, clearly having a pleasant time. The woman appeared to be human besides two brown furred fluffy tails that waved hypnotically through the air just above her tight ass. That and the two large ears atop her long brunette hair that flowed down onto her back... Every other part of her was human, especially her smooth olive exposed skin. The room had a strong smell of sex, as if she'd been going at it for weeks nonstop. She continued to purr as she opened her eyes and returned to the book in front of her. It was a large leather bound book. A book so old she had to be careful with each page as she turned to the next. The cushions underneath her move as the man lying within them stirs in his sleep. The scent of her arousal and slowly moving hips having an effect on his dream. His tired and spent body began to react as well. The woman known as Bree got caught up in Yshomatsu's problems. At the time she thought she was helping him, but her old life was behind her now. That creature that materialized in this very room changed her life and body. She had been a curious young woman, who thought the monk was cute. But now her body had an unnatural need for sex, she just couldn't get enough of it. She lost track of time since that--- what did the monk called her--- succubus left the room. She had commanded Bree to entertain him so to speak. It felt like weeks had gone by, blowing his mind time and time again. Her body would only feel satisfied for a moment before she had to have more. Over time though it was like she was getting full, she began to be able to think again. After a while she found she could wander the halls of the monk's underground home, before needing to rush back to him to quench that itch. It was during one of those moments when she came across the old tome. It was all about unnatural things that Bree thought were myths before everything that happened to her. Her purring was clearly exciting the sleeping monk, she felt his cock hardening against her thigh. She smiled to herself as she turned the page. Her tails descended to caress his legs and tease his balls. The monk's body reacted instantly, his member stood proud between her legs. Had he been awake he would have grabbed her hips and pulled her down to be impaled. But his mind had overloaded on pleasure days ago. It didn't help his recovery that Bree didn't stop. Time and time again she brought his body to its breaking point. Her tailed lovingly caressed his hard dick, twisting around it with minds of their own. It was a truly unique experience his body wished he was awake to process the pleasure his nerves were sending to his brain. "Hmm, interesting," Bree found the section on what she assumed was 'her kind' the Kitsune. The book's picture appeared similar yet it had nine tails, Bree only has two. A little digging and she found out why. The Kitsune gains her power by consuming her prey's sexual energy, each tail is symbolic to how powerful she is. The book explained how the creature's personality was full of mischief, acting innocent and dependent yet loving to play mind games on her prey. They're very hard to control and will rebel if their beliefs are challenged. It all made sense to Bree, each passing day she felt more in control of her own mind. She still craved sex but it didn't consume her every thought anymore. The book talked about her gaining power, besides being able to think for herself she didn't feel more powerful. Distracted with the book Bree didn't even notice what she was doing. Her tails went from teasing Yshomatsu's lower body to outright torturing him. Both tails wrapped around his standing proud member, twisting and turning all the while tightening. His unconscious body bucked. Bree smiled, realizing what was happening. She was horny, the book could wait. The playful Kitsune looked down at his face, eyes actively moving behind closed lids. One of these days she'd have to give him time to recover, it'd be more fun if he was awake. She propped herself up on an elbow and massaged her breast. She let out a low moan as she enjoyed watching his face. Her smile grew wider as she remembered her first encounter with the monk. Sneaking into his room as he slept and ending up giving him a blow job she hoped he wouldn't forget. Just then she wondered if her mistress—Ha mistress, let's see how long I'm compelled to call her that--- had any control over what she created, in life Bree knew she was playful and mischief inclined. Perhaps the demon's magic just gave life to potential Bree already had within herself. Succubus Inquisition Ch. 01 She had liked the monk back then and really enjoyed playing with him, but now she wasn't sure if it was just the magic overwhelming her senses or if she was really developing feelings for him. She hadn't noticed his torment back then, his struggle with the demon in his head. Yet she quickly learned how easy it was to submit to the succubus, losing herself to those lustful promises. All those sexy things she whispered to me in my sleep, getting me to interrupt Ysh just as his spell would have sealed his control of Meridiana... That red skinned beautiful woman, curves in all the right places... Oh! Her tails angled his cock to rub against her wet pussy, as he kept bucking she couldn't help but grind herself back into him. Her tails continued to twist and twirl, his body was close she could feel it. Her thoughts were filled with desire and a will to obey. Such feelings she had been fighting to control now flooded her mind. How could she ever think of disobeying her mistress, that angelic face made her melt as she imagined it in orgasmic pleasure. The book fell from the makeshift bed of cushions unnoticed as she grinded into his pole more urgently. She needed more and never wanted it to end, more, more, more it was all she could think about! Yshomatsu cried out as his orgasm hit. His pulsating member closed the deal for Bree and fireworks exploded within her, squealing with delight she wrapped herself tightly around him. In moments she was panting for air, her mind a pleasant fog of post-orgasmic bliss. Lying atop him exhausted she leaned in and weakly kissed him upon the lips before drifting off to join him in much needed sleep. Unaware as she slept his fluid absorbed into her tails and a subtle itch caused her to scratch at the base of her tails. ***** It was dark and wet outside as Sir Blake stared out the building's window. He had been cooped up for the past few weeks tending to his wounds. The couple that owned this house was kind enough to offer him shelter. Blake knew better however, the couple just couldn't risk bringing the Horadric's wrath upon themselves. He imagined the whole town would have been in celebration from that day had he died along with the rest of his men. The memory of Sir Blake and the Horadric Legion conquering the people of the villages was too fresh on their minds to forget. They were simply too scared to do anything when the few Horadric stationed in the area vanished in the mountains just as they were too scared to leave the knight to his death under the rubble. Sir Blake was left in charge of keeping the peace in these parts while the main eastern army focused on the surrounding areas. His wounds have healed enough for the journey. Soon he would be off to acquire the aid of his General, Titus. He was a great and honorable man who sought to unite the world rather than consume it. Over the past few weeks those few remaining men under Sir Blake were scouting in search of the monk's people. They have since been reporting the activities of one ancient monastery. Sir Blake had become convinced that this old sect had become corrupted and practiced some form of foul, dark magic, for he saw the glowing eyes as a sign of evil. Even though the Horadric believed in many gods, they still feared anything unknown or otherwise unnatural. Sir Blake was determined to put an end to what he saw as nothing else but a threat to the newly conquered land. He had intended to hang the monk in order to solidify his command, and had almost succeeded. The knight let out a deep breath before returning to his temporary bed chamber. At first light he would meet up with his General and return with the entire legion. He quickly fell into a deep sleep, but this was no pleasant deep sleep, for he twisted and turned all night. His dreams were dark and gloomy, filled with hate and fears of meeting an army of glowing eyes. Thunder clashed outside and echoed within the house. Sir Blake woke, as he jumped up in bed, covered in sweat. He looked around and quickly realized it was just a storm aided by a bad dream, wiping the sweat from his brow before lying back down. After a moment once he calmed down and drifted off to get a few hours of decent sleep before the sun would begin to rise. Shortly after, the knight mounted his horse and rode off towards the sunrise, having prepared his things the night before. For hours he pressed on, pushing his loyal horse harder than he ever had before. The animal was starting to slow down, panting and foaming slightly at the mouth. Sir Blake took pity on his steed and pursued a detour in search of water. Soon he found a shady creek a few minutes out of his way. He dismounted and led his steed to the water. The horse drank quickly, desperately needing nourishment. However the knight pulled back on the reins. "Easy there fella, drink too much too fast and you'll be worse off than you were before." He tied the reins around a nearby tree and removed his helmet, crouching down he filled the makeshift bowl and placed it on the ground for his horse. Kneeling down, he cupped his hand into the water and took a drink for himself. Once he was done he walked back to his horse and retrieved some food from his pack, ripping off a small piece for himself and offered the rest to his horse. As he sat down against the tree, he took a moment to savor the dried meat and enjoyed the feeling of cold shade upon his skin. About an hour later when his horse looked well rested he got up and stretched. "We'll take it slow the rest of the way boy," As he scratched the animal's neck, "The General can't be far now. Wouldn't want to lose my head again and put us in any danger now would I." Sir Blake joked as he climbed unto the saddle and patted his horse's neck again before they set off. The sun was now at their backs as they returned to the path and continued eastward. ***** Life at the monastery went on as it normally would. The Order's Elder sat meditating with many other monks. Outside members went about their business tending to outside crops and daily chores. Athanatos began each day with a stretching routine. He believed that the Elder took too much stock in the Dream state. It was useful but to indulge anything too frequently never works out in the end. Even though he longed to reach out to his mentor for advice Athan withheld from entering the Dream, in light of everything happening. In time their paths would cross. He hoped. He calmed his mind and began to practice his favorite form of martial arts, taking deep breaths he waved his arms around and spun as if in a dance. It wasn't long before he had an audience. Elpis had become quite amazed by the monk. He moved with excellent skill and grace, spinning and flipping through the air to fight some unseen foe. His focus shifted, even with his eyes closed, Athan sensed someone watching him. He spun around to face whoever it was and leapt into the air, twisting his body to land behind the presence. He kicked out with his foot, bending Elpis' knee out from under him. With one swift, yet gentle swing of his arm, the monk backhanded the boy's chest and sent him to the ground with a thud. Athan opened his eyes and smile, "Never wise to sneak up on someone." The boy looked up at him in shock, "That was amazing. I didn't make a sound, how did you know I was here." "Just a feeling, besides if I was wrong it would have just looked like part of my routine," he busted out laughing before extending an arm to help the boy up. "Care to try your luck with a sparring match?" "Against you, not in a million years, I wouldn't last one minute." Athanatos walked over to a stand and grabbed a cloth, "I'll blindfold myself and won't attack, only defend myself." Before waiting for a reply, he walked into the center of the room and tied the blindfold around his face. He took a deep breath and waited with his back turned to Elpis. The boy smiled and moved off to the side as quietly as he could. Athan entered a defensive stance and acted as if he was lost. Quickly turning from side to side waving his arms back and forth before his blindfolded face; Elpis believed Athan had lost his scent and rushed forward in attack. His footsteps made soft, yet audible noise, just enough for Athan to spin out of his path and trip the boy with an out stretched leg. With a loud crash the boy landed hard onto the ground before rolling to his feet and swinging his arms. Athanatos opened his senses to the world around his and felt the air shift. He moved faster than the boy could think and blocked each attack before rolling backwards and reentering his defensive stance. A slight smirk on the skilled monk's lips went unnoticed by Elpis. The boy grunted in utter frustration and charged forth screaming out as he launched attack after attack. Only to be countered at every turn, Athan would move to block before Elpis even knew where his limbs were going. "Calm yourself, your anger deceives you and announces your every move. Take a deep breath and think before you act, move one way only to cut short and strike from another." Athan lectured. The boy paused for a moment to catch his breath and watched as the older monk demonstrated. Athan moved for an attack to the right and pulled back, spinning to a low kick. And he feigned again with a mid-strike turned into a throat jab with his other hand. "Pay attention to your opponent's body, you can see the power behind each movement. Sense the air flow and react." He leaned forward and swung his open palm in front of the boy's face. His hair waved as he flinched back slightly. "Balance your soul, until you can fight with the same calm sense as if you were resting under a tree watching the sun set on the horizon." Their sparring match went on for another hour as the teacher introduced new tactics into the young mind before him. Elpis got close to landing a few blows, yet tasted dirt more often than not. ***** It had been a long and bloody battle in the tight quarters of the cavernous trail. There were many injuries but surprisingly no deaths, most of the injuries were from cuts along the cliff walls and falling rocks. The king used the untimely disadvantage of the tight space to his favor with just a few well-placed and held shields. The tribesmen truly acted like savages, flailing their weapons like untrained animals. Their shouting caused a few rock slides; with raised shields the Arcadians avoided major injuries besides a few concussions. Later the mountain caverns were wiped clean of living tribesmen and the Arcadians returned to their camp. A long and challenging campaign was coming to an end, yet it seemed odd, the shamans kept retreating and regrouping in stronger numbers than suddenly, like their endless supply of troops ran out, it ended at the mountain. Something didn't seem right to Athanatos. The king ignored his warnings and advice, allowing his men to celebrate the victory. Despite everything Athan found himself agreeing that a little down time could do them all some good, if only for a moment. Athan retired to his tent. Even though he agreed to it, he didn't want to be a part of it. Drinking wasn't an activity the monks partook in, wishing to keep their minds and bodies alert and clear. Moments after entering his tent Athan noticed a parchment out of place on his bed roll. At first glance it just looked like one of his scrolls that belonged in his shoulder strapped bag, until he reached for it. This wasn't an old scroll that has been read hundreds if not thousands of times, it was new. He picked it up, opened it and read the strange lettering that only monks would recognize. "You have hereby been recalled from your duties of overseeing the young leader known to his people as a shining beacon of hope, for a mission of the utmost importance. You are to meet your former mentor at the location of your first training exorcise." There were no marks or signatures as a secret group normally would leave. The cryptic message in an unknown language to the unskilled eyes was all that they needed. Athan let lose a deep sigh and headed out to speak with the king. At first light the next day he was off to meet with his mentor with every intention of declining the mission, whatever it was, and returning to his duty. He had no idea that after that first step out of camp his life would never be the same. The very fabric of the world depended on it. ***** Meanwhile, on a dusty road the knight and his horse approached a large hill; Sir Blake could hear the drums of war. Shouting and loud crashes filled his ears while the sky flashed. Sir Blake kicked heels into his steed. The animal bucked up on its hind legs and kicked out with its front before bolting forward. The knight gripped his sword's hilt, ready to join the battle. Once he reached the top of the hill he abruptly stopped the charge. These weren't the drums of war after all, it was just a nightly drill, and the camp was awake and kicking with activities. Tower shield lines marched in formation all over, while archers and siege weapons practiced their aim. Orders were shouted out, chants and other sounds roared up the hill to the knight's ears. Sir Blake would have looked like a silhouette painting to anyone that looked his way. A beautiful sunset cast an array of colors upon the horizon behind him. He had been heading west in search of the camp. Yet it stood wisely between large hills under the mountains. Sir Blake had to circle around to the smaller hill to get to them. Sir Blake remained there for a while as he enjoyed watching the true legion at its best. Marching tower shields practiced forming the iconic turtle defense. Those in front kneeled with their shields side by side while the line behind them raised their own shields up over the front lines' heads. The Horadric weren't the first to come up with the phalanx idea, but Sir Blake believed they were the ones that perfected it. The formation was great for surviving many things including arrows. The Spartans used to raise their shields over their heads and fought in the shade so to speak. Those brutes used to be the top dogs in the world, but times change. He caught sight of the General's signature white furs. Slowly he urged his horse down the hill into camp as he placed his sword back into its sheath. The camp's guards began to close in on him before they recognized the knight and stepped aside with a salute. "Strength and Honor," they both said with a slight bow. Sir Blake returned the gesture and continued on into the camp until he came up to a block of wood. He dismounted and tied the reins to secure his horse. A young stable boy came up a moment later with food and water for the animal. A marching group of tower shields slowly passed by as Sir Blake waited for a clear path to reach the general. Many of the men ignored the knight's presence, obviously eager to finish the march and enjoy some rest at their tents. A few, however, glanced at him with curious looks. He could only wonder what they were thinking about. Perhaps they were wondering who he was, or they recognized him and wondered why he was here. Or worse yet maybe they all heard of his failure and were judging him, thinking he wasn't fit to overlook the land he was charged to care for. As they passed by Blake's mind returned to the task at hand, those insecure thoughts had no place within his mind and were quickly pushed away. He strode over to his General and offered a salute while admiring the man's custom armor. Unique white fur was sown into the plates of metal, his boots and leggings were made of the animal fur and leather with plates covering vital points. His chest plate had a design of two lions fighting, the wild cat from a land far to the south on the other side of the sea. His gauntlets were also made of the leather and its plate had the design of an animal's paw. Over each knuckle a small pointed blade extended that served two purposes, one as a deadly hand to hand weapon. And two, part of the design to resemble the paw's claws. Blake imagined the furs and designs were all from the same animal. The General's shoulder's consisted of layered plates over one another up to his neck where a plate on each shoulder extended up to protect his head and neck from side swipes. The man preferred those shoulder pads over a helmet as he liked the free movement and greater sight range in combat. Rather than be limited and have a disadvantage in battle. The General heard the knight approaching with his mail armor loudly announcing his arrival for him. The General turned as he gave an order to a scout next to him. The scout quickly gave Sir Blake a nod as he hurried past to carry out his orders. "Ah Sir Blake Barbatio to what do I owe the pleasure of your company my friend?" Blake saluted him and cleared his throat. The General smiled as his thinning, grey hair and thick, grey beard waved with the wind. "Titus Herminius Aquilinus, I wish I could say I was here with better tidings, however, I am in need of your help." "Ask away my friend. But be quick about it, these men get cranky if I keep them out for too long." "Yes sir, I have discovered a group of monks unlike any I've seen before, practicing a form of dark arts. One lone monk with glowing eyes managed to nearly wipe out my entire company of men," Not realizing he had stopped breathing he quickly took a deep breath of fresh cold air. "Did you provoke this man? Blake shook his head in answer, "The monk had come out of the shadows and attacked us with expert skills. I had wounded him before he ran off. I later tracked him down to a cave and captured him while he slept. He managed to bring the mountain down on top of us. Only a few of my men survived, yet he didn't escape. I locked him up and attempted to get answers and was witness to his wounds healing overnight. Once it was clear I wasn't going to get any answers, I strung him up upon the gallows when a stampede of horses came through the town and he escaped." Titus looked on with concern, noticing the scars and freshly healing wounds upon the knight's face. "I wouldn't be standing here if the townsfolk didn't take me in and mended to my wounds." "And you think this monk wasn't a loner?" Titus asked. 'No sir, I have reports of a monastery in that area. I believe he came from there." "Interesting, glowing eyes can't be a good omen," He gave the order to cease the night's drill and for everyone to get some rest. "Come with me and we'll discuss this further with my war council, we'll decide if this corrupt group of monks is a threat to holding these lands." Blake hoped they would be on the march soon, he feared the idea of facing an army of strong monks with glowing eyes. "So you said this man's wounds healed before your eyes?" Titus asked as they walked towards his tent, he gestured for someone to get his war council. A gesture he had done frequently over the years they're been at war. "Yes. I had struck his face with my sword the first night before he ran off. By the time I caught up with him the next night the wound was healed. All wounds I gave him the second night healed right in front of me when I had him locked up." "I wonder what God these groups of monks worship. It can't be good, I've never heard of any God that causes the eyes to glow. However, I have heard of plenty that aid in healing." He reached out and raised the flap to his tent, allowing his knight to enter first. Blake bowed slightly and entered. General Titus offered Sir Blake some hot tea from his fire as they discussed the events the knight had been through. The old man wanted every detail, good or bad. Before night fall they would decide if these so-called monks posed any true threat. If they did the War Council would act accordingly. Succubus Inquisition Ch. 01 Before long, three big men walked into the tent. All of them had bushy black breads and black armor outlined in gold trimmings covered the rest of their bodies. If you didn't look closely at their faces you would have sworn they were identical triplets. Hours passed as the five men sat around the fire, food was brought in at some point during their meeting. The decision had been made. The Monk Order could be a threat and the army would march. However the knight was not pleased that they wouldn't be marching to war. A small group would approach the building and find out if they were hostile. The main army would prepare just in case but the General didn't want to risk a war over the possibility that the one monk had indeed acted alone. He wasn't convinced with the knight's scouting reports. The monastery sounded like a peaceful place and the last thing Titus wanted was innocent blood on his hands. There wasn't any honor in it. The scouts thus far only reported seeing men dressed like the monk, no weapons, and no military training grounds. If they turned out to be a peaceful Order with a rogue member they would convert the march into a man hunt. Rather than wipe out a peaceful group of people. Sir Blake Barbatio didn't seem pleased at all but in the end, eased back on his protests. He was more than convinced that the monks were corrupted but saw reason with his General. One of the black-bearded men had been busy drawling out the area around the monk's monastery. His name was Cugath, the strongest of the three council members. Cugath laid the map out on a table and the group migrated over to it. "It's time to come up with the battle plan in case things turn sour," he said. The General nodded, "Yes, best be prepared for the worst as we pray for the best." Cugath cleared his throat, "According to Sir Blake Barbatio's scouts there's a hill overlooking the valley here," he pointed on the map. "Titus you'll oversee everything from here," he then pointed to his colleges, "You two will take a group with you and break off from the main army at this crossroads. One of you will go in each direction and circle around to block the two back exits behind the monastery." He was referring to two known paths. The main force would setup the blockade on the main road to the monastery; siege weapons would be set behind them. The youngest of the three spoke up for the first time, "The cavalry should be placed on the hill, if anyone flees send a few horses after them. In case there are other paths we don't know about." "My thoughts exactly, good catch." "That should work," Titus leaned in and rubbed his brow. He hesitated for a moment and studied Sir Blake's expression. "Barbatio, you'll take a few men and lead the group to enter the monastery. Do take care and be polite. Imply that you're searching for a monk that attacked you and see how they react. Do not; I repeat do not start a fight." The knight nodded and the council meeting ended, everyone headed for the tent's exit, "Get some rest, we'll match before first light." A few hours later Sir Blake climbed on his horse and headed out of the camp. He was amazed at how quickly the army had packed up and began their march. A few paces ahead he saw Titus on his horse watching the march along with the Council member that drew the map, Cugath. He came up to them and exchanged nods. Before long he noticed the other two Council members on foot marching with the rest of the army. "Shall we," General Titus asked before steering his horse and set off to reach the head end of the march, the knight and Council member followed close by. ***** It was a long and perilous journey in the scorching desert sun, or at least it felt like it to Athanatos. In reality he had only been traveling for two days. The monk attempted to conserve his water supply, even though his body demanded more. The desert played tricks on the human mind, showing things in the distance that weren't really there, just mirages of false hope. Athan's mind wanted to see his mentor's secret training grounds, which was little more than a shack--- the true facility was underground--- And because of this desire Athan saw the building in every direction he looked. In the open desert one often lost themselves, either physically or mentally. Luck was on his side for he knew the way, over the dune and around the bend. Athan chuckled; the sun was getting to him. The true path was by following the stars at night, yet that was a double edged blade in the desert, since there was no shelter during the day. In a few hours the sun would begin to set and Athan would stop to rest. When the breeze would cool down slightly before the stars could be seen. The bright stars came out to play and the climate shifted from extreme heat to bitter cold. Athan rejoiced and double timed it at night, with a clear heading and no scorching heat threatening to send him tumbling into insanity. A few hours later he started to recognize the dun valley, as far as recognizing a dune valley on could, he was getting close. Another few hours--- if he was lucky before the sun rose again--- he would be there. Athan just hoped he wasn't too late; he planned on turning down the mission and returning to King Anders. He was torn between his duty and... well his duty. There had to be someone else his mentor could take on this mission. Athan had bonded with and liked Anders as a friend; he would never be able to live with himself if something happened while he was away. And after the last conflict with the Syracuse he had a bad feeling. Their numbers appeared endless battle after battle until suddenly as if by distraction the Arcadians were lead to a cavern system. A cavern system that appeared to be a trap yet they were met with little to no resistance. It was as if... Sand gave way under him and Athan landed face first into the dune only to slide down, somersaulting, more like uncontrolled rolling to an abrupt and painful halt. Laughter carried by the morning breeze met his ringing ears. "Still have much to learn my young student," Athan's mentor shouted from a distance. Athanatos glared angrily at the man until he realized his mentor was just joking around. His mentor Yshomatsu had medium length blonde hair, a little darker than Athan's. They both had hazel, slightly green eyes. And as everything with Athan screamed young, rash and impulsive his mentor was the complete opposite. A big history buff, Yshomatsu carried a carefree attitude that unless you looked him in the eyes you'd never imagine the great wisdom he beheld. Athan picked himself up and dusted himself off before he noticed the taste in his mouth. A few shits later and the clumps of sand were saved from being digested, the thought made him shiver in disgust. He gathered his wits and made his way over to his mentor and they exchanged greetings while shaking hands. Athanatos stirred in his sleep, his dream replayed a time before the two monks changed their names. A simple fact his brain couldn't remember and it almost was enough to wake him up... almost. They discussed current events as they made their way into Yshomatsu's so called hideout. Apparently the Monk Order had made a discovery that would change the world. A way for them to remain hidden within civilizations, they called it a Dream state or something, where their spirits could communicate while their bodies slept. It would bring a new meaning to the monk's quest to keep the balance of good and evil. Yshomatsu explained the Order would fade from the public eyes and allow the rest of the world to do whatever they pleased. Monks would secretly be placed within ranks to keep an eye on things but wouldn't intervene. The Monk Order only planned on acting when true evil presented itself. And it was for that reason that Athan was recalled from his assignment. Yshomatsu explained a cult that worshiped some form of ancient monsters they called fallen ones. A rough translation of the cult's words but the monk's elder believed they were demons. Old stores turned myths from a long forgotten past when humans didn't rule the world but were enslaved to the beasts. Yshomatsu went on to explain how important this mission was to find and eliminate the cultists, before they possibly could bring back the things nightmares were made from. After a brief argument Athan caved and agreed to the mission, yet it left a foul taste in his mouth, and not for the first time this morning. Once Athan was onboard he wondered why someone closer hadn't been called clearly the two, now three days for him to get here and prepare were now wasted. His mentor quickly stopped his student from going down that line of thought. For the two days it took Athan to arrive just so happened to be the exact amount of time he had needed to research leads and find a place to start looking. And the third they both used to mentally prepare for the things they might see. Athan woke suddenly with a headache and a cold sweat. He remembered everything vividly, all but one detail. His old name, a minor detail that shouldn't have bothered him, but it did. The life he had before the change was like a grain of and in the vast desert compared to his life after the change. Yet he cherished those memories of his childhood and the innocent and eager student, life was good back then, not a worry or care in the world. Each moment was a new experience. He sat up and wiped the sweat from his brow, reminded of the bloody sweat from his battle alongside King Anders. Athan never found out what really happened but shortly after his departure the king had been slain in combat. The Arcadians fought over who'd be the next king and later split into many factions. War and peace spread throughout the land as the politics created and destroyed allegiances between parties. It didn't help that the monk order that had been a guide to all leaders in the past had suddenly vanished into isolation. After they changed their methods overnight, the discovery of the Dream State altered everything. Athan attempted his morning routine exorcise but struggled to calm his spirit, his center. Normally he didn't have a problem focusing, but today his mind was wondering all over. These dreams, these memories were troubling him; he had a bad feeling, about his mentor, about everything really. Elpis didn't appear this morning as he had the past few days. Athan enjoyed the young man's company; his eagerness to learn reminded Athan of himself those many years ago. The monk ducked into a roll, coming up on his feet to a forward flip only to bounce off the wall into a backflip to land facing the wall. He abruptly stopped the rest of his routine forgotten. His mind wondered to the hunt, the searching of many leads. Four days had past; the two monks had crossed off all leads to the cultists but one. The very last lead was a far shot. Yshomatsu had gone over the myths and jotted down a location he believed was described in the story. A cave in the far east mountains, they had investigated leads in order of likelihood and location. Mainly location to save time, the cave was a good six days journey from the underground training grounds Yshomatsu lived in. However now they were only two days away. Athan Remembered hoping the lead was another dead end and that the cultists were just a rumor they would prove false. He decided to sit down and crossed his legs, placing his hands upon his knees palms facing towards the ceiling. Athan closed his eyes and took deep breaths, releasing them slowly in attempt to calm his nerves. Eventually he slowed his heart rate enough to enter a mediation trance. He allowed the memory that has been haunting him to continue. Even if he was disturbed it would take a while to return his mind to his body. The monks traveled east, the mountains in the distance grew with each step they took. The giant mountains were beautiful, untouched lands with bright colors as nature thrived here. Snow covered the peaks high above anything man had created. So high in fact clouds often blocked the view of their peaks and created a scene that looked heavenly. The land was equally dangerous as they were beautiful, which was the main reason no one traveled far into them. Mountains rose in the east as far as the eye could see, anyone that attempted to explore further east was never heard from again. The same thing could be said from every direction out of the known world, each for different reasons. These mountains in the east were so wild the creatures here grew in both size and appetite; humans were far from the top of the food chain. It would take an army to safely travel and yet no path large enough for an army. The costs simply outweighed the desire to explore new lands. The deserts to the west was simply a no man's land, expanding for who knew how far. Hardly any life to sustain a traveler, no water or rain to quench ones thirsts. It was the main reason Yshomatsu placed his training center within the desert, no unwanted company. The shack leading to his underground base was more to avoid the desert conditions than anything else; it was just saver to be underneath the harsh winds and sand. The frozen lands to the north were opposite of the desert but in concept exactly the same, barren waste lands with little to no life. To the south tropic jungles, the Horadric Legion calls home within its wild atmosphere. Further south are vast oceans and scattered islands. Many people live along the coast and a few of the islands, a place where pirates and little law exist. Many have tried to chart the vast waters and have yet there never has been an end discovered. The oceans seem to go on forever. Between everything were forests, grass lands, hills, valleys and rivers/lakes. The Arcadians called these lands home before King Anders fell. One of Anders closest friends would later rise to rule the Horadric Legion, his goal to unite the known world in honor of Ander's memory. He had a lot of work to do, with many factions rising, all with desire for power. But that is a story for a later time. Athan's mind never wondered back then, always remained focused on the task at hand. Yshomatsu discussed the stories he read and how according to the books there were as many different demons as there were gods, maybe even more. His mentor had quite the impressive library, perhaps even greater than at the grand monastery. Yshomatsu was a collector of knowledge and always in search for more. He had so many books in fact he often forgot what he had, ever with the clever card catalog he developed. Yshomatsu talked about how amazed he was when he discovered the demonic books he had in his possession. Even now after reading the passages he believed them to be nothing more than stories. Stories told to scare children or keep people from committing evil acts. They made their way into the desolate mountains, praying to the gods not to get lose, but most of all they prayed not to find anything. Over the next few days their prayers went unanswered as they found a freshly cut path leading further up. For a land seldom traveled there shouldn't have been a path like this. There were no signs of wild life, not even a single bird singing in the nearby trees. The two quickened their pace, moving as if one being, marching to an unheard drum. Their movements gave a new meaning to the old saying, silent but deadly. With each stop the monks speed increased as if they were floating among the clouds. Then faster than any normal person could see Yshomatsu gave a hand signal and the two vanished behind some shrubbery. Ahead two strange looking pale men in black robes scurried about before entering a dark cave like two blind men with no need of light to guide them. Yshomatsu spared a glance to his student, "Looks like we found them." "They could be faking it," Athan squeaked back as a hopeful joke, they both smirked and inched closer to the cave, "Now or never," Yshomatsu nodded his agreement and they snuck as quietly as two mice in a field into the dark. The cave tunnel snaked around like a giant serpent; the monks had to feel their way forward to the best of their abilities, hoping not to alert the cultists. Before long they could see flickers of light at the end of the tunnel, and if they were lucky it would just be a couple of hermits. Neither one wanted to see what they feared was around the bend. Yshomatsu braced himself against the cavern wall and inched closer to the edge, while Athan did the same on the other side of the light source. Athan's mentor peaked around and gave a wave. Athan like the wind gracefully glided into the opposite shadow back in cover. When they both gave a detailed peak around their respective corners their eyes went wide in shock. Candles were everywhere scattered around a central bonfire that wasn't lit. On the ground there was a white drawling of some short of pentagram design, and around that, nine pale men in black robes; all on their knees chanting in some foreign language. The worst part of it all was that on top of all that--- latterly hanging from chains attached to the cavern ceiling--- was a woman, naked as the day she was born. Her long brown hair hung down covering her face and chest. The monks stared at her in awe, like they'd never seen a naked woman before, Athan's jaw hung open, any lower and it would hit the ground. Yshomatsu recognized the scene from one of the demonic books he did research in. The cultists had everything setup for a summoning of some kind, perhaps a deal with a demon. He didn't recognize the pentagram so it couldn't be some plain summoning. With the hung woman, he suspected it was an offering, a sacrifice, maybe for power or some other demonic gift. He honestly didn't believe the sight before his eyes, he as well as his student Athan hoped they wouldn't find out. Believe in it or not, it didn't matter the monks couldn't sit by idly and let these pale men harm the chained woman. It was time to act. ***** Back at the monastery Athanatos finished with his morning practice routine, as another monk entered the room and bowed. "He wishes to speak with you sir." "Alright I'll be right there," Athan quickly went to his room to change. Once he was done he headed to see the Elder. Athan walked down an old hallway, cobwebs littered the ceiling, until he reached a large door. He knocked twice and waited. Normally Athan would have crossed his arms into each other's sleeves and patiently waited, but today the air was thick and everyone was on edge. There still was no word from many of the Order and Athan assumed he was summoned to discuss the findings of his mentor's mission, which was to look into the missing monks while Athan had been ordered to resort to the books here in the library. Athan paced back and forth, his relaxed mind-set from his morning exorcise quickly vanished. His mind now wandered, he couldn't stop the feeling like something horrible had happened. A few minutes went by before the door finally squeaked open and Athan entered, brushing past the monk that opened it. On the other end of the room the Elder Zoticus stood, he too was pacing back and forth with a worried expression upon his face. Something was definitely not right. "Have you heard from Yshomatsu, Elder," Athan asked. "No, that is the cause of my discomfort, not only have we lost contact with your past mentor but normal villagers are now going missing. I don't understand what is going on. Have you found any answers in the library?" "I have not. I'm afraid there's no record of anything of this magnitude ever happening in the Order before. The nights are getting longer and the air is thick with something I can't explain. Whatever is happening it can't be good," Athan replied. Succubus Inquisition Ch. 02 A special thanks to JonB1969 for his editing. Hope you all enjoy my story and remember to vote and comment, it's what encourages me to keep writing. This Story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Succubus Inquisition Ch. 02 With one down the horde of buzzards grew in numbers, as if they were multiplying on the spot. They closed in; from a distance it looked like a buzzard tornado falling from the sky. Plymouth braced himself. One he could handle, ten were iffy, but he lost count. Heat exhaustion was affecting his perception. He believed there were hundreds of birds in the sky, if not thousands. If it had not been for the monk leaving a meal for them, hysteria would have overwhelmed him. He swung his sword wildly throughout the air, expelling more energy than needed, yet it had the desired effect. Hungry buzzards dove in for the kill. Two were cut down but third clipped Plymouth's shoulder. Wincing at the searing pain, he spun with the blow. A quick downward swing cut the bird in two before it got away. The remaining buzzards backed off, but continued to circle their prey. The once armored man applied pressure to his shoulder and was disappointed in himself, as his hand came away with fresh wet blood. Sir Blake lay unconscious upon the ground, groaning as the hot sand burnt any exposed skin. ***** Athan climbed another sand dune, an exercise that has become second nature after the hundredth one. This one was unique in that once he reached the top, he could see his destination, a small shack in the valley below, designed to look abandoned and worthless. Not like anyone would wander out here to find it. The monk allowed himself a bit of fun, sliding down the sand dune, pleased with himself as he made it down without falling. Over the years nature had blown sand into the valley, partially burying the shack, completing the effect mentor Yshomatsu had been aiming for. But then again, this shack was just a decoy, to hide the true building underneath. He always wondered why his mentor had chosen a place so isolated from the world. At first it was a training facility. But over the years, with the so called gifts the two of them received, it turned more towards a hermit's hideout. Athan never learned the history of the place and often wondered. The monastery was out in the open, why wasn't this place? The sun was high in the sky, not quite ready to set, but that didn't matter to him as he approached the shack. His destination was underground, where it was cool. It would feel great to be out of the heat. Athan's healing abilities made it possible to heal sun damage to his bare skin, but that didn't mean he didn't feel pain from the sun burn. The journey took longer than before because of the two following him. Athan wasn't sure if it was a good idea, but had left his water and some bundled up food behind for them a few hours ago. Something in his gut told him to help them, and he had traveled slowly as to keep in sight of them. He hoped he wasn't wrong. Upon reaching the small shack, he bent down and cleared the sand built up around the door. He briefly wondered why the whole thing wasn't buried, reaching for the handle. As the door opened he heard an animal squeal. Turning he noticed in the distance a flock of birds circling. Must be buzzards closing in on a meal, he thought to himself. He shrugged his shoulders and entered the shack, distracted by arriving he didn't even think of the possibility of that meal being the two following him. His thoughts had been on his mentor for quite a while now. Even as he knew the entire time that he was being followed, at this moment, all thoughts of anything other than Yshomatsu had vanished from his mind. It only took him a moment to find the secret hidden door. Nothing had changed since the last time he visited, almost two hundred years ago. The hole in the earth was dark. No light appeared to be shining within. It was pure darkness, like a black pit eagerly waiting to devour all life. Athan peered into the void. A flashback, to a time when his mentor kept it lit by flickering fire, appeared in his mind. It was a long time ago, when he had much to learn and was over eager. Oh how naive he was back then. However, if he had known back then what he knew now, would he have done anything differently? Deep down the ageless monk couldn't feel his mentor's presence, but he had to be sure. With one final deep breath he stepped forward and dropped feet first into the hungry abyss. Times past his hair would have flown out above him, but no longer. The tattoo upon his head still ached, yet that pain was only in his mind. He had vowed never to forget his fallen brothers, and he never would. It was up to him to right this evil and return balance to the world. A cloud of dust filed the air as Athanatos landed with a thud. There were still no lights. He was consumed by the dark. The dust he couldn't even see threatened to chock him. The monk reached out with his senses. His mentor had been here, but no longer. The place was unkempt, which meant his mentor had to be in some sort of turmoil. Once the dust settled, Athan opened his eyes and waited until his eyes adjusted, just enough to make out shapes. It was all he needed. A few shapes and he'd be able to make his way to where his mentor kept the internal system for lighting. He briefly wondered if the two knights had found the gift of food and water he had left. His question was quickly forgotten when a shape appeared in the corner of his eye. He started, expecting to see pillars or doorways, not the silhouette of a woman. As he turned his full attention towards the area, she was gone. A chill ran up his spine. Just then he could see clearly, as if a veil had been lifted. Everything was still dark, but now he could see every hallway, door frame and most importantly the room he could get light from. He took a few tentative steps before pausing. What if he really did see someone down here? They could be hiding around the corner. Quietly he moved to the side room, making every effort to move silently. Before long he was within the room. Athan remembered it well, a system of lamps he always thought was magic but his mentor swore otherwise. Yshomatsu always spun wonderful tales of how he came across an old book that detailed many things that didn't fit in with society. This one, the mentor had explained, dealt with oil lines that when lit would light and keep lit all the torches within the compound. Athan intended to do just that. ***** It took him a bit longer than he expected, to remember how the system worked, but he got it. With the complex exposed to the light, Athan wasn't sure what he had expected. But it had not been this. Thick layers of dust covered almost every surface, and the smell was like a damp cave. Memories of his childhood came rushing back to him, although vague. He could still recall all those hours of training, sparring and studying. All with plans to secretly serve the order while being undercover elsewhere. Plans that had changed, the moment everyone realized the two of them weren't aging. Yshomatsu had taken it hard, once the excitement of it wore off. Athan's mentor, being the scholar that he was, wanted answers, knowledge, and most of all, the why and how. Yet before they had retreated into self-imposed exile, the two of them spent many years on missions. Both of them had hoped to find those in charge of the 'cult' they had interrupted. Granted they had plenty of exciting adventures, yet that one wish of Yshomatsu's was never granted. A smile spread across his lips as he remembers a few of those adventures, fighting a busty sorceress that was creating animated plants to do her bidding. And another time when a greedy politician wanted more power and had hired a small army of thugs and murderers to overthrow a good and righteous king. That had been a good fight, back to back with his mentor, two against an army. It reminded him of the first day the order found out that had changed. However this time the two monks didn't have to hold back in fear of hurting their friends. Sound snapped Athan back to reality. He let out a sigh. It was just a rodent seeking shelter from the light. How times had changed. What was once a glorified underground training facility was now just another forgotten piece of the Order's history. That thought caused his eyes to water, as a tear ran down his cheek. The entire order, as far as he knew, was history. Monks went missing, reports of Yshomatsu practicing black magic and then an attack, destroying their home. It broke his heart. He could very well be the last sane monk left alive. Now that he was once again focused, he returned to the task at hand. Cautiously he explored the complex, starting with the hidden sleeping quarters that were masterfully placed near the exit. The wall panel pushed in an inch and slid to the side, causing thick clouds of dust to fill the air. Athan was ready for it this time and had held his breath. His eyes stung but he hadn't been willing to close them, in case anything or anyone was about to jump out at him. After a long moment he realized that wasn't going to happen and rubbed his eyes. The dust had settled and he could see clearly--- through tearing, blurry vision--- that these quarters had not been used in a long time. There weren't even sheets on the beds. The sight of dust was getting on his nerves and he had only just begun exploring. Where was Yshomatsu, what had he gotten into? He closed the wall panel and went down the hallway towards the library. Had his mentor been here, there would be signs in that room. Upon entering the library he was shocked to see... Dust everywhere! He couldn't imagine his mentor ever letting this room go like this. No doubt many of the books would be damaged or ruined. Each passing moment made him more worried and anxious. In his haste to leave the room he almost didn't notice one desk clear of dust. So caught up in his thoughts, yet he had been right, this room would be the one to prove someone indeed had been down here. Athan decided not to linger and moved to explore further. Quickly he checked the food storage and kitchen area, only to find the place had absolutely no food left. Perhaps that's why his mentor wasn't here, but even that wouldn't explain all the dust. He felt a presence, as if he was being watched, which made the hair on his neck rise, if he had any. The monk turned quickly, hoping to startle the person but to his dismay, no one was there. He stood still for a moment, centered his feelings and calmed himself down. Part of him wished for some action, a chance to redeem himself. Nothing would haunt him more than the fact that he had been unconscious during the attack. He could have singlehandedly turned the tides if only he hadn't been knocked out by that boulder that crashed into the building, landing in his room. He struggled to gain control of his breathing. After what felt like an eternity, he was ready to continue. The next room he decided to check was the one he had spent countless house sparring with his mentor, the padded training room. He had no expectations for this room, with it being nothing but an empty room. Upon entering said room his jaw might as well hit the floor. The room wasn't empty at all. On the floor there was a large white circle that looked like it was painted. Within that circle was a bed, lots of sheets and pillows. To his disbelief the room appeared to be dust free and the bed looked well used, yet there was no sign of his mentor. Now his interest was piqued, curious of what those books were on the only clean desk in the library. There were several books on the desk. They appeared to be about the paranormal, things Athan had been given no reason to believe in during his long life, besides that one account with the cult, but even then it had been humans and a form of magic, not paranormal in the least. He flipped through the pages, reading about beings taking root in a person's head, sending subliminal messages. Some pages detailed beings who suffered cruel deaths, leaving behind their spirits. Others about people being tricked into doing things they normally wouldn't. The other book was made out of some type of leather Athan had never seen before. As he closely examined it he came to realize why. No human bound their books this way, for no human would use human skin. This book was horrifying and it wasn't about the paranormal. It was about that thing which every religion known to man has warned about... Demons. Hands shaking, he almost dropped the book. Suddenly he was reminded of his elder and the fact that a moment ago he was wrong. It was such a quick glance he had completely forgotten, as he entered the room he got a quick view of the tightest ass he had ever seen. At the time he just thought he imagined it, a tail and wings disappearing out the window. The reason he didn't think twice about it was because sitting there on the floor was his dying elder. He blinked, his vision filled with tears, his whole world had come crashing down around him. It was bad enough his mentor was missing and he briefly wondered what he'd say if he knew the order had been destroyed. They were the last two monks alive, or that Athan knew about. The monk wiped the tears off his face after sitting the book down, noticing a piece of cloth in the book, most likely marking a page. Carefully he opened to the marked page, not really paying attention to how delicately he handled the book, clearly trying not to upset whatever creature worshiped this book. The marked page was all about binding demons and limiting their power. Why would Yshomatsu care anything about demons, let alone how to bind one! What on earth had he gotten himself into? Deciding not to risk it, he memorized the page, even though he had no desire to bind a demon to himself. Deep in concentration the monk had no idea something was sneaking up on him. The creak in the floor was the only warning. Upon hearing the floor creak behind him, Athan gave a start and turned around, almost falling out of his chair. After reading about the paranormal and demons, he had expected some grotesque monster to come to eat him. But instead there stood a young woman, with long strawberry blond hair, and nearly flawless pale white skin, spoiled only with freckles. She wore a short skirt and tight shirt that left little to the imagination. His mouth suddenly went dry and he couldn't find his voice. She stood there, staring at him, with the cutest smile upon her lips. Athanatos' gaze rose to meet hers and his eyes went wide in shock. Bright yellow eyes stared back into his very soul, black diamond shaped slits turned this innocent girl into something from nightmares, nightmares that scared you shitless, yet still leave you with a painful erection. After what seemed like an hour yet had actually only been a few seconds, Athan managed to blink, his dry aching eyes. And in that split millisecond it took him to blink, she was gone. The monk stood there with shock and confusion written all over his face. He was beginning to think he was going crazy and the past few days had been nothing but a dream. Before long his thoughts were interrupted by much louder sounds echoing throughout the hallway. That was the nice thing about this place, you could always hear someone climbing down the ladder, especially if they had armor or weapons. That was why Athan had jumped down into the dark pit. If anything was here, he wanted the upper hand. Athan's first thought was Yshomatsu was returning but quickly replaced that with images of the girl with light red hair. Perhaps his mentor improved the wards down here and that image was nothing but a warning. She had been absolutely stunning, that is until he saw her eyes. A chill ran up his spine as he crept down the hall, hugging the wall. Had he been paying closer attention he would have noticed the female footsteps in the filthy floor, as he left the library. He was ready to strike the newcomers though. As he approached the doorway he started to hear voices, two of them, both male and they sound tired and possibly injured. He peeked around and grinned. Athan wasn't surprised by who he saw, yet was as equally pleased as he was disappointed, having hoped to find his mentor returning home. He was glad it wasn't that young woman. The two injured knights reached the bottom of the ladder and glanced about, clearly not sure what they walked into. It was cold down in the earth, compared to being out in the blazing sun. The monk stepped out into the light and greeted them. "I see you survived the perils of the desert." "We understand why it's called a no man's land. Thank you for the food you left behind, but it did end up attracting a swarm of buzzards," Plymouth replied. Blake spoke up before Athan has a chance to retort. "What is this place?" "It's the home of the man you're seeking, I was hoping to find him first but it seems he's been long gone, and I am sorry, that had not been my intention, the buzzards I mean." Athan looked the two knights over and could see that not all their wounds were caused by animals. It brought a flash of pain and regret to his heart. The monk wasn't sure exactly what had happened at the monastery, but one thing he did know, and that was how it felt to be the last one left alone and lost. He had no reason to start anything here and now, and by the looks of it, neither were they. He invited them both in and said he'd start a fire in the kitchen. Blake looked hesitant but resigned himself since it was considerably colder in here. With a fire lit Athan apologized for having nothing to offer them and explained that he found the storage room completely empty. The three men discussed the events leading up to the attack as they regarded each other warily. Of the two knights Plymouth appeared to appreciate the warmth most. After Blake finished explaining about being attacked by the monk while out on patrol, Athan's interest was clearly written on his face. "I found it hard to believe, when you came to the monastery accusing him," Athan continued by describing what he found in the library. To make them understand he told the tale of their history together, leaving out the part about being immortal, of course. Soon the knights were up to speed, knowing that Yshomatsu was an upstanding member of the order, however they lost contact with him recently after he went on his last mission. Blake opened up more about how he'd never seen anything like how the monk fought before and how he had hunted the monk down, not really sure if he had done it for revenge or for duty. But what bothered Athan most was when the knight explained Yshomatsu's behavior while captured. It was as if something was in his head. The two stories start to click, Yshomatsu's behavior and the books in the library. What ever happened on the monk's last mission had clearly involved a being of paranormal or demon origin. Athan then described the brief and unbelievable sight vanishing from the monastery window and Blake quickly reported of both knights hearing flapping noises coming from the hole in the roof. Blake was still unsure about everything but came to realize--- And hopes he wasn't mistaken--- That Athan isn't the enemy. "I knew something wasn't right with Yshomatsu after I had captured him but the more I think about it, the more I realize it had been a change from our first encounter. He bested all of my men yet hadn't hurt any of us." Blake cleared his throat. "I'm terribly sorry about what occurred at your home. I think whatever Yshomatsu got involved in was also present there but I realize now that by your actions alone that you aren't part of whatever foul magic consumed both our people." Athan looked at the knight, his eyes watering but no tears fell. He took a moment to control his emotions before replying, "We should worry about who's to blame for the dark magic later and focus all efforts on finding Ysho. Regardless of what state he's in, finding him should be our first goal. Dealing with or helping him we'll worry about afterwards." Succubus Inquisition Ch. 02 Blake nodded his head in agreement and for the first time since he met the monks he regarded one with respect. He wasn't sure if he could trust the monk and thanks to his actions, he'd never find out if their order was trust worthy, yet he found that he looked forward to working with this one. If nothing else he could worry about trust later. They had a job to do, and if nothing else, the knights could use the help, given the state they both were in. All the while Plymouth had sat there quietly, soaking up all the information on both ends, learning why Blake had seemed to have so much hate in his heart when they entered the monastery. The room fell silent as they all began to think to themselves. Surprisingly it wasn't an awkward silence. After a few moments of quiet reflection everyone heard footsteps. Athan quickly bounced up out of his seat and spun over to the wall, placing his back against it with such grace the knights were impressed. Given how utterly exhausted and injured they were, they hardly had any time to react. Just as Athan was about to peak around to see who's sneaking up on them... A giant gust of air blew into the room, kicking up all the thick layers of dust and dirt that covered every surface and swirled it around as if the underground base had just been hit by a large violent storm. The two knights dove for cover, all the while shielding their eyes. Athan, however, sprang into action, spinning his arms around, gathering dust and dirt as he created a lot of momentum. The monk shouted out as he thrust his fists out before him, launching the dust out as if he had created a missile. The attacker was shrouded within the darkness they had created with the storm spell, features hidden from Athan's sight, his blast wave flew right past their attacker. The monk used the distraction to his advantage and got between the shrouded figure and the knights. He couldn't see them through the thick storm cloud but could sense them behind cover with their weapons out. With his footing secured Athan pressed the attack, forcing the newcomer back into the hall. Sweat began to form on the monk's brow, full focus on the attack he moved with such speed and grace there's no way the shrouded figure would last long. Contrary to belief all his attacks were blocked. Never before had anyone besides his mentor held their own against him. It was quite clear this figure wasn't Yshomatsu, yet he couldn't be sure. The dance continued down the hallway, each taking turns between offensive and defensive yet neither landed a single hit. Athan was reminded of his recent duels with Elpis at the monastery. Such a promising young man, it was a tragedy what happened to the order but most of all to the young monk, to die so young before having a chance to live his life. He started to lose focus on his balance, distracted by recent events. It took all his efforts to block his attacker's next three strikes, the last of which sent his body sliding back a few feet. The shrouded figure used the space to their advantage, launching themselves up into the air into a front flip only to slam themselves back down. The move created a loud bang and strangely enough cleared the air with a powerful blast wave. Athan was forced to shield his face as dirt struck his body with enough force to noticeably sting, yet did no real damage. It took only a moment to recover but in that time he had expected the attacker to take full advantage of the situation, yet no attack came. He opened his watering eyes and shouldn't have been surprised. Standing before him was the spitting image of perfection, if ever he had seen it. What troubled him was that form of perfection was also the young woman he had briefly seen in the library. Clearly he didn't get a clear look then because she looked good. He didn't realize he was staring with wide eyes and slack open jaw, yet he managed to creek out, "You?" Strawberry blond hair flowed down past her shoulders, framing her face, high cheek bones, and luscious red lips. Her skin was pale with freckles. It all gave her an angelic look, until his gaze met her eyes, yellow eyes with black cat-like slits that made her look sinister. She smirked at him, clearly enjoying the attention, before pouting her lips and tilting her hips, hands on her hips as she teasingly replied, "Me?" It was the sexiest voice he had heard in a long time. When she tilted her hips his eyes wandered down her frame. She was wearing the tightest shirt he had ever seen. No village woman would be caught dead in a shirt so tight. It definitely showed off her glorious assets. They weren't large by any means but that didn't take away any of her attractiveness. Was that even a word? His mind couldn't care at the moment, his eyes kept traveling lower, down her tight, well defined abs. She had all the right lines revealed in her midsection, the shirt didn't go past her belly button. Last but not least his eyes lingered on her sweet hips. She was wrapped up in a makeshift skirt. Only a few seconds went by as he stared, stunned and flustered but it felt like an eternity. She didn't waste any time after her amusement wore off, taking a quick thrust forward and landing the first blow between the two of them, a quick jab to his throat. Athan stumbled back, hands covering his throat as he choked and coughed, trying desperately to regain his breath. The newly created Amber glanced over her shoulder with a predatory look on her face towards the kitchen, where the two knights were still taking shelter from her storm spell. The air in that room was still thick with swirling dust, dirt and filth. Plymouth couldn't see more than five feet in front of his face. Sitting next to Blake they both had their weapons at the ready. They had taken shelter behind the table, having tipped it over. They couldn't hear anything over the whirling wind and couldn't imagine what the monk was doing, most likely taking shelter just like them. The knight couldn't remember the monk's name, he was sure he had heard it at the monastery but under his current duress and the events of the past few days he just couldn't remember it. Unbeknownst to them both the new born demon could see them despite the clouded air and was regarding them with a primitive hunger she didn't think she'd ever get used to. She had only looked in their direction for a moment, mostly just to make sure they weren't an immediate threat. But that was all the time the monk had needed to recover. Athan landed a solid hit to her midsection, causing her to fold over, snarling, and baring her teeth, showing her pronounced canines. The monk was confused beyond all reason. Clearly, she wasn't human but at the same time, she didn't fit the descriptions he had read in those books. She was flesh and blood so she couldn't be from the paranormal book but at the same time she didn't look demonic, besides her eyes and teeth. Little did he know, all she needed was a few more souls to unlock her true potential. Amber had been sent here to find out what happened to a monk, apparently the one that released her mistress into the world. However, when she arrived there was no one here. To her dismay she almost left, but had decided to stick around. She was rewarded when a monk showed up, yet as she watched him it was clear to her that this wasn't the monk she was sent for. Two more men showed up shortly thereafter and Amber had gotten so hungry watching them, she just couldn't pass up the opportunity for fresh souls. Amber had since gotten a few images from her mistress Meridiana, the pure blooded succubus. The monk she was sent for had medium length golden hair, long for a man. The monk she had found had a bald head with a tattoo. Another image had followed and a wave of jealousy washed over her. It would seem her mistress had created another before her. Even though this one wasn't a succubus, it still hurt her pride knowing she wasn't the first. The fight was back on. Even though they were mostly a match for each other, Amber could tell the monk was distracted by her body. He wasn't blocking all of her attacks like he was earlier. She pressed on the offensive. There wasn't much time before her storm spell wore off, or those two in the other room grew a pair and joined the fight. Amber knew it wouldn't matter how skilled or not those two were, three against one weren't good odds, especially since the monk was for the most part her equal. Just then she had an idea. He might be her equal in martial skills but he clearly liked her body. Athan could tell he was in trouble. When this creature was just a shrouded figure neither one could hit the other. Now, however, he was being pushed back towards the training room, and had that room been empty he would have had the upper hand. Countless hours sparring in that room gave one a lot of creativity during a fight. The room wasn't empty, though. It had a large bed and right now he didn't want to be in a room with a bed and this gorgeous yet dangerous woman. The monk was about twenty paces away from that room, already struggling to block her attacks when the unimaginable happened - she started moaning with each contact. Athan would block only to have her act like the brief contact with her skin was having an effect on her. She was playing dirty and he knew he was the one that gave her the opening for it. The monk was still attempting to figure out who or what she was. His mentor must have gotten into some real deep stuff. One thing he was certain of, she wasn't human. Perhaps the binding could work and if not, then it'll just look like he's a fool and she'll underestimate him. Either way it was worth a shot. He didn't memorize that page for nothing. He went into a defensive trance, tuning out the beautiful creature that was slowly pushing him back. The monk's arms became an impenetrable shield, moving his arms so fast nothing she threw at him penetrated. Meanwhile he inwardly focused on the spell, wording, and everything, hoping it'll work. Now wasn't the time to second guess himself, or look at her... smooth skin that looks so soft... No stop it, the spell, concentrate on the spell. Had he been paying attention to her, he would have noticed that his change in attitude didn't go unnoticed. She had been getting to him with her sexy voice. As he centered his mind and entered into the trance he felt her double her efforts, it was almost like she knew what he was planning. The monk could sense every move she made, just like he could Elpis, however there were subtle changes this time. For one as he blocked he was reminded each time that this was a beautiful woman, her skin felt so smooth. It took all his willpower to focus on the spell and not her. His subconscious really wanted to open his eyes and enjoy the sight of her as she gracefully moved while attacking him. Briefly he couldn't help the image of her dropping to her knees and reaching for his pants. She must have known because at that moment she pulled back from her attacks and let out the sexiest sigh/moan he had ever heard. His heart skipped a beat. He was just imagining things as she renewed her attack from a different angle. The change of pace helped Athan concentrate as his body did what came natural to him, defend and evade. The spell in his mind was ready, or rather the monk was ready with the spell on his mind. Quietly yet quickly he began to mumble the spell under his breath. With a mental prayer he hoped she wouldn't notice and just think he was beginning to tire. After all any fighter knows going all defense is a losing battle if you can't out last your opponent. He was almost done reciting the spell. Under any other circumstances he would have admired her. She was an amazing fighter. Whatever creature this was, she either had a great teacher, or else --- most likely--- the demonic being in her gave the gift naturally. If Athan didn't have his gifts, or many, many years of training, he wouldn't have had a chance. He felt he had an obligation to keep her away from the knights. Even if they had been in their prime and not injured, Athan didn't think they'd stand a chance against her. He could be wrong but why risk it. Suddenly Athan lashed out, attacking for the first time in countless minutes, hoping to catch her off guard. The last words of the spell were shouted out as he opened up his defenses, attacking the creature with all his might. The instant Athan switched to offense, Amber puckered her lips and blew a kiss towards the monk. Completely ignoring his attack, a pink heart shape formed at her lips and flew into his face. He had started to shout but was cut off as the heart exploded. A mixture of pheromones and her own spell-work were breathed into his lungs. His eyes rolled back into his skull as his face turned from a warrior's blood lust to... lust for another part of the world's glories. His expression turned to that of pure ecstasy as he fell back onto the bed behind him, not even realizing he had been pushed back that far. Amber gave the monk's falling body an amused smirk and turned around, skipping out of the room, clearly pleased with herself. One threat down, two to go. These two the new born succubus could have fun with, and play she planned to. Two injured pups in need of some cheering up. She headed back to the kitchen with a primal hunger. ***** Athan's world spun upside down. One minute he was casting a spell that should have reduced the woman to nothing more than a mortal human. Yet as he cast it, his vision filled with pink and his lungs were on fire. The last thing he saw was the sexy smirk from his opponent, a look that made his tiny mind twitch with anticipation. The next thing he knew was he felt like he was falling down a dark abyss, his vision was fading to black. The world faded away until all that remained was the monk's sensation of falling. His gut rose up into his chest, expecting impact at any moment, but it never came. He just continued to fall. Seconds turned to minutes, minutes into hours. The next thing he realized, he was staring at a scene that felt familiar to him. It was a dark, damp cave, drawings all over the floor, candles lit made it seem like the shadows were dancing. There were bodies lying all over the floor, those of pale, bald men with no eyes. Athan should have realized it was a memory but he couldn't place it. Then he saw Yshomatsu and it all came rushing back. It was part of his past, it was that moment in time that changed everything. It was right at the moment where he had blacked out during the fight. It would seem whatever that creature had blown in his face was giving him the memory he didn't consciously have. An unknown force entered both tired and exhausted monks. They gasped and simultaneously took a deep breath of air. It felt like their bodies had been struck by a bolt of energy. Yshomatsu was defeated, on his knees, about to have his life ended by the last remaining cultist, blade raised above his pale head, ready to strike. In the next heart beat Yshomatsu moved faster than ever before, circling around behind the pale man. With all his might the monk reached up and snapped the cultist's neck, throwing him to the side. The burst of energy faded as quickly as it came and Ysh felt the full extent of his injuries assault his nervous system, overloading his brain with pain. He collapsed to the ground and passed out. The battle had been won and his student was safe, or at least that's what he thought, before darkness overwhelmed him. When the power forced itself upon the monks Athan had been struggling with an urge to open his eyes. Something within him tugged at his will. He had been winning the tug of war, but was overpowered by the rush of energy. His eyes popped open as it hit him and witnessed his mentor defeat the last cultist before falling to the ground. But that wasn't what caught his attention. The blinding light faded, to be replaced by a sight he couldn't believe. His body remained on its knees motionless and "present Athan" couldn't understand why. But then again if this was really what happened, he had blacked out, so it made sense why he just remained there. "Present Athan" tried to move his body, but couldn't. It would appear he was just along for the ride. He wondered why he was being shown this or how that creature had even known about it. Maybe it had nothing to do with her. He was having these dreams back at the monastery, long before the attack. Only time would tell but one thing was certain, he had lost the fight and was now vulnerable. The whole time "present Athan" was trying to figure out his situation, his body form the past remained staring off into the center of the cave. The only being left breathing, besides the monks, was the sacrifice, who was still hanging by chains attached to her wrists. He imagined that would hurt after a while. She was suspended about a foot off the ground. Below her was a circle drawn upon the floor -- the same type of circle Athan found in his mentor's training room. Athan had an idea he was just about to find out what Yshomatsu had gotten into. During the whole fight the woman's head hung limp, light red hair hiding her face from view. The only difference between then and now --- besides her pale white skin glowing slightly --- was her light red hair was a deep blood red. Athan couldn't tell whether she was breathing. He found himself worrying for her. When this event happened the monk had woken up at the monastery with no memory of how they got there or what happened to the woman. Athan grew tired of waiting, and attempted to will his body to move, to no avail. His physical self wasn't home and he didn't have any control or say in the matter. He'd be lying if he said he didn't want to see how this played out, filling a gap in his memory in the process. All he could do was stare at the hanging woman. Sure, she was beautiful, hanging there in all her glory, decent breasts hanging, glowing and... He mentally shouted at both versions of himself, "No stop it, this can't be happening, WAKE UP!" But at the same time he had the present time to worry about. Who knew what that creature was doing to him right now? The monk was aware that he had to have fallen back onto the bed within the very same type of circle. He felt a twitch within his robes, was he getting turned on thinking of that creature? No that wasn't what he was feeling. It was his memory's body, the body he was trapped in. Athan realized, even though his old self was blacked out his body was still reacting to the glowing beauty in front of him. Movement caught his attention. The woman's head was moving, rising, until she was looking into the monk's eyes. The corners of her mouth turned up into a smile. Why was she smiling? It wasn't the look one would expect from a victim desperate for help. Something was wrong. A moment ago she hung there limp as if she was dead, and now she was looking at him with what looked like lust. His gaze locked with hers and he couldn't look away. Those eyes were captivating. Just like the creature in his mentor's base, she had serpent's slit eyes, only these were red like her hair instead of yellow. Athan didn't notice the glow of her skin begin to fade as it slowly darkened to an ash grey. The monk had been attracted to the young creature with yellow eyes but these red eyes held power, he was mesmerized. And when she spoke, it caught him off guard. She was clearly female. Her voice was soft, sexy and enticing, but what threw him off was, as she spoke, there was an undertone that echoed in the cave. Athan almost missed it and had to concentrate on it. Whatever it was, it was evil, like nothing he had ever heard before. Reminded of the books he had read earlier, needless to say he was worried, since the monk had lived all these years in the monastery, blissfully unaware of the true horrors of the world. Sure, he'd seen some troubling things in his day, but nothing had prepared him for the wrecking ball that had crashed into his life. First the order is destroyed and then he's attacked by an unknown creature, human in all but her eyes and elongated canines. And now, last but definitely not least, he's finding out what his body had unknowingly remembered all along. Succubus Inquisition Ch. 03 A special thanks to JonB1969 for his editing. Hope you all enjoy my story and remember to vote and comment, it's what encourages me to keep writing. This Story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Copyright © 2014 by Yshomatsu All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this story or portions thereof in any form whatsoever. The following is meant for Adults only, if you are under the age of 18 leave now. ****** Athan woke up with a start, rising to a sitting position, covered in sweat, the whole bed soaked with it. To his surprise the girl--- whom he was sure was a demon--- was nowhere to be seen. He had just had a life altering dream that may or may not have been real. If the dream was real then it meant their powers---his mentor and himself--- weren't related to the cult or demonic. It warmed his broken heart knowing that he was given a bigger purpose in life. That was if it was true. Either way it looked like he'd had sexual relations with a demon, and had no plans to reenact that. There was a demon loose he had to deal with, and even though she didn't appear to be finished with her transformation, he still had to tread carefully. He had an inkling of a plan and it would have to do. The monk gathered his wits, and took a moment to meditate before rushing into combat. He wanted to make sure the right head was in charge before he faced the sexy temptress. Meanwhile Amber had Plymouth eating out of the palm of her hand. Her frustration mounted, when she failed to consume his soul. She didn't know what was wrong or who to blame, so her anger and frustration were taken out on the young man. His face was bruised yet he didn't seem to care. All his attention was concentrated on pleasing his mistress, and he couldn't comprehend why she was angry with him. The demoness was just about to strike him again when she was distracted by Athan charging into the room and screaming, "Stop!" Why should she stop when she couldn't get what she wanted? But what had confused her most was the fact that even though she didn't want to obey, she did just that. Amber was about to hit flesh, when her arm froze in mid-swing, and she found herself staring at the monk, as if awaiting another command, just like when she sexually dominated Plymouth. But she couldn't understand why she had obeyed. He never dominated her. In fact she had won that fight, leaving him to his nightmares, or so she thought. "Sit!" He was pleased when she obeyed. It would seem his binding spell had worked, after all. It was time to find out what had happened to Yshomatsu and go find him. He started to interrogate her, and it was so easy without her resisting. She detailed everything she knew about the senior monk's encounter with Meridiana and how he had fallen for her trap, which led to her release upon this world. He found out that she was sent here to find Yshomatsu, just like he was. After a little explaining he realized that his mentor was on the run with Meridiana's first creation and that they were heading south into the jungles. And lastly he asked her who commands her. To which she replied, "You do, master." After she spoke those words, her brow scrunched up. That isn't right, Mistress Meridiana commands me, not you, baldy. But that didn't stop her from sitting patiently. It unnerved her. "Undo what you've done to these two and heal their wounds with your foul magic while you're at it." "Yes, master." She eagerly jumped to her feet. Her quick movement distracted him for just a second. Even though she was quick to obey, the look that appeared briefly on his face didn't go unnoticed by the demoness. Plymouth was easy to fix -- she just had to wake him from his trance. She didn't leave any indications to prove otherwise, but she didn't remove any of the triggers she placed on his mind. Blake, on the other hand, took a lot more effort, and tested the limits of her already limited power. In order to 'fix' Blake she had to heal his wounds that were slowly killing him, not to mention bring him out of the coma she put him into. Both men eyed her warily once they were recovered, both having detailed memories of their time with her. For how dangerous she was they were both embarrassed to admit they'd willingly go for round two if she wanted. Lucky for them--- or unlucky depending on how you looked at it--- she didn't seem interested in them anymore. Now that the kitchen was back in order the three men sat around a table discussing their plans, but first one thing had to be done and Blake was the one to do it. He said, voice full of embarrassment, "So, after everything that has happened this week, I just wanted you to know that we're sorry for all of it and it troubles me to ask this after all you've done for us but... What's your name?" Athan laughed. "I'm sorry, I thought you knew already, and here I thought you were going to bail out on an adventure of a life time." Athan was glad to have the mood lightened. Close by, leaning against the wall, Amber was listening to every word. A name meant everything to a demon. "My name is Athanatos, but everyone calls me Athan. I know yours is Sir Blade Barbosa, but I don't think I've had the pleasure of hearing your name." He looked to the other knight. "Plymouth, sir, and I'm just a footman, infantry from the army, not actually a knight like Blake here." "Oh, sorry I assumed." They continued talking about what they could do, and everyone agreed the best course of action was to find Yshomatsu, especially since he was on the run and not working with demons. Unbeknownst to them all, Amber was regarding the monk with malevolent intent. He intrigued her, this powerful man that stood against her and had somehow gotten control of her. She wanted him more than anyone right now and with him, her freedom. Exchanging one master for another was all it took for the new born succubus to realize, that being tied down by invisible chains was not something she wanted out of life. Power was one thing -- she never thought she'd lose the hunger for more power -- but servitude she'd have had enough of already. The only thing that brought a smile to her face was her plan. To seduce him, slowly. Since he had control of her body and part of her will, she had to make him think it was just the succubus in her that wanted to please her master. Although she'd get pleasure from pleasing him there could be no suspicion that she had every intention of reversing their roles. A powerful man like Athanatos, in absolute servitude to her, made her wet just thinking about it. To hell with what her mistress had wanted. The only thought on her mind was freedom, and the man powerful enough to ensure she kept it. With everyone recovered, the monk prepared some traveling packs for everyone, with everything from sleeping rolls to extra clothing. Athan led the way south out of the desert. According to Amber his mentor was entering the jungles now. How she could tell he'd never know, but he hoped he wasn't making a mistake by believing her. She was, after all, bound to him. He had nothing to worry about. He hoped. When he learned that their destination was his homeland, Blake had spoken up by saying they'd have safe passage and a place to make base camp if need be while searching the surrounding jungles. Athan was hesitant at first, saying they should avoid being seen. Blake had quickly retorted by saying, "Look how that turned out for Yshomatsu." Athan couldn't stop thinking about the dragon. It changed them, to fight evil, and now after more than one hundred years, evil was most definitely upon them. The comment about seeing them again someday troubled him slightly but he was also anxious to meet the dragon again. He didn't quite like the way Amber hung on his every word, but rationalized it as part of the binding spell. At least she wasn't paying attention to the other two. That was a plus, since she had already gotten her hands on them. He couldn't imagine how difficult it would be to keep them apart had she still been eyeing them. He could keep her in check while all her attention was on him. He realized he was rationalizing again, trying to convince himself he didn't keep sneaking looks. She was, after all, providing him every opportunity to look at her long smooth legs, toned midsection and lovely cleavage. Any part of her would have a red blooded male aching for a chance to be with her. And here she was, hanging on his arm, walking beside him with her disarming smile and hypnotizing eyes. Each time he looked into those yellow orbs he found it twice as hard to look away, not to mention the way she purred 'yes master' every time he spoke to her. He was against slavery and everything it stood for. There was just something about the way she said it that made him want to forget everything and run away with her. She could tell the effect she was having on him, nothing too serious, just enough that he was openly looking at her. She couldn't help but smile each time and decided to hang on his arm, pressing her chest into his bicep. Amber couldn't wait till tonight, when they made camp. She would insist on sleeping near him, if not cuddled up with him. It had been a quiet and uneventful journey out of the desert and through the grassy plans, catching food along the way and collecting water at every chance they got. Three days had passed and they hadn't made camp once yet. It was unbelievable, but apparently Amber had provided the two armored men enough of her demonic energy that they hadn't needed to rest. She herself was a demon and didn't need rest, but somehow Athan pressed on, with no demonic help from her. However all three men were showing signs of exhaustion. They'd make camp tonight. The thought made her shiver in anticipation. They were halfway there -- another three days and they'd be at the jungles, also the Horadric Legion's borders. Maybe it was meant to be, meeting these two. Or perhaps they're just meant to be guides through their lands. Only time would tell. Athan was inwardly looking forward to seeing the jungle encampments he heard so much about from Blake and Plymouth. The group traveled the rest of the day, only stopping once to hunt for food. By nightfall Athan could hardly keep his eyes open and it didn't help having the gorgeous girl hanging on him all the time. They would need to stop soon for some much needed rest. The two armored men didn't look much better off. He was impressed that they had lasted this long. Sure they were military men and used to marching but they didn't have the gifts he had. Not to mention a long history of hiking across the world. The monk looked down, and was greeted by the sweetest smile. Their eyes locked and he stopped walking. "You need rest, master." She purred up at him, "We've been walking for days. Let them create a fire. Why don't you lay down?" She went about laying down a sleeping mat. Shortly after, there was a nice fire going and three snoring men that didn't think twice about leaving her awake and alone. They were so tired she was even able to convince Athan that he didn't need to worry about someone keeping watch. Now she was free to devise her plan alone and in relative peace. She looked down at the monk with mischief. He looks cold, doesn't he? Yep he needs me. Amber thought to herself with a giggle as she climbed into his sleeping roll, snuggling real close, gently pushing her butt into his crotch. As soon as she was satisfied that he wouldn't be waking up she reached back to grab her wrist, pulling his arm around her to her bosom. An hour or so passed, with the demoness laying there, before Athan's body reacted. His hand gripped her flesh, while his own flesh grew, until it nestled between her butt cheeks. She tried her best to remain motionless, letting his body desire her, until the need became too great and his unconscious mind submitted. A pleasant smile formed on his lips as he preceded to have his first of many succubus induced wet dreams. This one, however, didn't involve the ashen grey skinned demon that almost ended his life so long ago. She was a knock out, but his lust for her was purely pheromone induced, at least compared to his growing obsession with Amber. The demoness, he thought, was safely under his control. She somehow snuck onto his mind. He was doing fine controlling his impulses, until they made camp. She became more commanding, but made it seem as if she was just suggesting things to her master. It was extremely distracting and sexy the way she took control when he was exhausted, not once did he even consider the warning from the book. The demon, once bound, would find any loop hole they could to get out of it, and so one had to protect themselves at all times. However that warning was far from his mind. His arm squeezed her tighter to him, enjoying the sweet scent on her hair and firm butt cheeks against his manhood. If he had really been cold before, he wasn't anymore. His own moan woke him up. His eyes shot open as he realized he was snuggled up with her. As good as it felt, it didn't stop him from snatching his hand away, as if her breast burnt his hand. In response she wiggled her ass and pressed back into him, still pretending to be asleep. It didn't faze her when he quickly spun around. Athan sat up and took a deep breath, gaining control of his warring emotions. He noticed Blake was awake and fiddling with the fire. The knight gave him a dark stare. "You sleeping with it now?" "I didn't know she was in my sleeping roll with me. What's wrong, Blake?" "I can't believe it took me so long to notice, must have been the dark magic coursing through my veins. But here I was hunting Yshomatsu for practicing dark magic and here you are with this personal pet." Blake's glare turned darker as his hand reached for his sword's hilt. "She attacked us. I bound her power, which saved your life, by the way. She would have taken your soul, not just fucked you senseless. I would have banished her but we need her to find Yshomatsu." "And how does she know where he is, exactly?" Plymouth asked, his voice groggy as he rubbed his tired eyes. "I wish I knew, but she can't lie with the bond, she can withhold information, I'm sure, but she can't lie. It never crossed my mind to ask how she knew, I was too wrapped up in the fact that she knew." "Well, I don't like it. Something bigger is pulling the strings here. It pit our people against each other, and we all know how that turned out." Athan thought deeply for a moment. At the start of their journey he had full control, but after only three days she was constantly on his mind. He'd have to work on that. He knew she was a very sexual woman, no, demon, he had to remember that. Most likely he'd have had no problem controlling his thoughts if he hadn't felt every detail of said memory. An experience he'd likely never forget, especially the part where he almost died, his body on the other hand would only remember the pleasure before that moment. Amber was awake, listening the whole time. They were so distracted in their conversation, her 'sleeping form' couldn't possibly interrupt them now, could it? She let a smile slip as she decided to see how much effect she had on little Athan. She moved slightly and sighed quietly, just enough to be heard. If she didn't have any effect on him it would go unnoticed, and she was failing at her plans of slow seduction. He stole a quick look towards her, admiring the swell of her chest with each breath she took. He knew it was wrong but he couldn't help it. Blake noticed also and shook his head when he realized that he couldn't resist looking either. Everything about her screamed sex, the way she stood, walked, talked, looked, everything. The discussion appeared to be over. Blake wasn't happy but he wasn't fuming any more. Athan thought it over repeatedly, he felt like he had done the right thing. No matter how the monk replayed it he couldn't come up with another option. If he hadn't done what he had, the creature would have killed both knights--- he knew Plymouth wasn't a knight but he didn't really care about titles--- and possibly even come back for him while he was unconscious. Now, however, she was a harmless distraction, nothing less, nothing more. They sat around the fire quietly, stealing glances at Amber. No one really wanted to disturb her. From their angle they could imagine she was a normal companion, one they didn't need to worry about. Blake worried enough for all three of them, because his mind was constantly on all the mistakes he felt he had made. Plymouth on the other hand had no guilt and very little worry, he was just glad to be alive. He did however feel like it was his new job to keep his new friend Blake out of trouble. So far the knight hadn't done anything more than voice his opinions. And there was nothing wrong with that. Meanwhile Amber was beaming, she could hardly contain herself, a smile ear to ear, and it was a wonder how she wasn't shaking. All she had done was move and sigh a little and their entire conversation had ended. The plan to wrap the monk around her little finger and get her powers back was under way. All she had to do was be patient. One wrong move and he'd command her to stop and it'd be over. She had to get him to the point where he was eating out of the palm of her hand. She'd even make him beg while on his knees. Her pussy was positively throbbing, opening and closing her legs only resulted in teasing herself more. She couldn't possibly risk lowering a hand between her legs, they'd realize she was awake. Besides the sun was about to rise and they'd be back on the move soon after that. Athan would have his obedient slave hanging on his arm. Yet she didn't need to destroy him, maybe conquer... Oh... that thought sent an electric shock down her spine, between her legs. The morning rays of sunlight warmed her exposed skin moments after she thought about it. Before long the camp had been packed up and they were on the move again. The four of them traveled south towards the highlands, a vast land of flowing hills and valleys of thick, tall grass. Once they saw the long grass they knew they were closing in on the jungles of the world. With each step the air grew thicker and harder to breathe as the humidity steadily rose. * * * * * * Unbeknownst to the group, their camp site was being investigated by a large predator. After a few circles through the camp the beast raised its head high and howled. Shortly after two more identical beasts ran into the camp. The animals had four large muscled legs tipped with sharp talons. It looked like it had been a while since their last meal, as their bodies were lean and their ribs were showing. Their skin was covered in orange fur except where marks of past battles tore the fur and revealed their skin you'd expect to be smooth flesh only to be scaled reptilian armored hide. The most notable asset of the beats was their heads, purely predator in nature, elongated snouts, forward facing eyes and rows of razor sharp teeth. Thick Mohawks of orange fur started between their eyes and grew long down the back of their heads. The three predators snapped and hissed at each other in their unique language. Primitive carnivores at first glance but they had a secret -- they could talk to each other, but anyone that overheard thought they were just hearing one of nature's many sounds. After a few snaps and hisses the two new comers sniffed the camp and all three raced out in a hurry... heading south. * * * * * * Athan looked out over the fields of long grass, as far as his eyes could see. He had an uneasy feeling in his gut but he couldn't place it. Most likely nothing but he worried it was important. The two men were behind him and Amber was at his side, like always. Succubus Inquisition Ch. 03 "Something wrong Athan?" Blake asked, "We're almost to our homeland." Athan was about to answer but for the life of him, he couldn't put a finger on what was bugging him so he gave in and motioned everyone onward. And onward they went, into the long grass, swatting away a seemingly unlimited amount of annoying insects. The sun was directly overhead now. Aided by the increasing humidity the group was miserable to say the least. The day dragged on, treading through the long grass that never seemed to end. They pressed on until the sun was about to set. Even without the sun beating down the humidity was unbearable. Distracted by the smoldering heat none of them were prepared for what happened next. A clicking sound was heard in the distance -- a split millisecond before Plymouth screamed as he was slammed to the ground violently without warning. The man's face hit the ground hard, blood splattered everywhere. Athan's eyes widened as the man screamed behind him, suddenly realizing why he was on edge. He spun on his heels to witness a large creature on top of Plymouth, clawing desperately at his armored back. Before the monk could react two more rushed at them, jumping out of the long grass. They're known as Angha, stalkers of the highlands and especially the long grass. The monk felt like a complete idiot for forgetting about them. He mentally slapped himself and focused the anger he felt at himself into an attack as he charged forward into the two newcomer's path. It didn't go unnoticed that Plymouth was being dragged off, disappearing from view. Sir Blake rushed off towards his friend, the rest of the group forgotten as he pulled out his sword, leaving them behind. Athan hardly noticed, since he was busy wrestling with the beasts but Amber wasn't anywhere to be seen. At some point she had left his side. They monk struck one of the Angha's jaws, right above its neck, effectively stunning it. However on contact waves of pain shot up his arm. The creature's fur covered scaly hide fractured his wrist. At the same time the other beast pounced on him, knocking the monk onto his back hard upon the ground, clawing and snapping at his raised arms that were protecting his face. Hot blood dripped down on him, stinging his eyes as he held on for dear life. The furious predator was unrelenting in its assault as its snout breached the monk's crumbling defenses and clamped down on his shoulder. Its razor sharp teeth sunk into his flesh like a knife through butter, deep down into the bone. Athan's agonizing scream filled the air as he instinctively wrapped his left arm around the thing's neck, its orange fur coated with the monk's blood. He tried to squeeze but he had little strength left, having lost a lot of blood. Growls and snarls came from the Angha's throat as if it couldn't decide what to do next -- chew on its prey, or shake it around till it stopped squirming. Athan was more tired than he thought, having not gotten undisturbed sleep. The girl affected him more than he realized. Now he was paying the price -- his injuries were severe and he didn't have the strength to push this one off. Luckily the other one he punched hadn't rejoined the fight, it must really be dazed. An idea came to mind and he acted before he even had time to consider it, too weak to shove the Angha off, so his hand went for the eyes. A squeal of pain later and the beast's death grip loosened. Athan rolled out of the way, his face scrunched up in pain as he rolled over his injuries, but he kept rolling. To the animal's credit, it didn't run away with its tail between its legs. Yet it still took a moment to recover. In a moment both predators were recovered, standing next to each other, lips curled in snarls at the monk. The next moment felt like it dragged on for an eternity to the bald monk. He had more than enough warning before their attack as he stared them down. Their entire muscular bodies tensed right before they charged. The flaps of skin around their rows of teeth flayed back revealing stained canines. There was a blood lust shining through their eyes. They were done messing around -- it was time for the kill. The two beasts charged forward as quickly as they could, foam forming along their snouts. Athan stood up as straight as he could, but his legs were wobbly. He'd only had a few precious seconds to decide what to do. He didn't have the energy for another roll upon the ground with them. The Angha were closing the distance fast as the monk struggled to come up with a plan. Fighting a humanoid was so much easier. And it didn't help that blood was oozing down his body from his shoulder and arm, his wrist was throbbing also. The beasts leaped into the air at the same time and Athan merely reacted. His arms shot straight out, bracing both their heads, one in each palm, and clapped together. Their heads slammed together loud and agonizing pain shot up his right arm from his wrist to his shoulder. It was enough to make his vision go black as he dropped to his knees. Yet, luckily for him, both of the mighty predators yelped, squealed and cried as they sped off literally with their tails tucked between their legs. Most of the long grass in the immediate area was flattened, yet it only took them a few moments before they vanished into the untouched grass. Meanwhile the newborn succubus crouched down hidden within the long grass, watching. She had an urge to rush to the monk's aid, but suppressed it, knowing that it was just the compulsion from the spell placed upon her. On one hand she wanted to do anything to please, protect, and worship him, and on the other, she wanted her power back and to do that, she had to make him hers, make him crave her body more than anything. The deep hunger she felt was the only true resistance she had to the spell binding. Without that primal need, that constant pull on her mind to consume souls, she may have been OK being bound to him, because there were far worse men in the world. He seemed genuinely nice, and hadn't forced her to do anything she wouldn't have been OK with normally. In fact, he hadn't forced her to do anything, besides help find his friend. Yet she had needs, which he currently wasn't fulfilling, and it was driving her crazy, because he should be making her scream. Her thoughts had been distracted after Athan had been thrown to the ground, with the beast clamping its jaws on his shoulder. She had almost ran out there, but he had handled it. Once he was back onto his feet, she couldn't take her eyes off him. He was struggling but wouldn't give up! She liked that, and looked forward to testing that defiance and determined willpower herself. She no longer wanted to destroy him but eagerly wanted to seduce him, the see if he could handle her. She'd still make him beg, and wrap him around her little finger, but she also had to satiate that primal hunger, after all, and to do that she needed her power restored. The new born succubus didn't know what kind of animals these were, but she watched as the two of them charged the monk. He looked defeated, standing there, rocking back and forth, his clothing soaked with his own blood, a glossy gaze on his face. What happened next, though, really impressed Amber -- he swiftly and effectively humiliated and defeated the beasts. As they ran off, she focused back on Athan. Wherever that last bit of energy or adrenaline came from, it was ebbing from him rapidly. He fell to his knees, arms like dead weights at his sides, a blank expression on his face. This was her chance, while he was vulnerable. Amber rose to her feet from her crouched position and crept into the clearing that was created during the monk's fight. A smile formed on her lips as she began her seductive walk towards him. Athan remained on his knees, his strength sapped. He blankly stared ahead as he looked inward. His wounds were quickly draining the life from him. From within he focused, or tried to. The world began to blur. He had to begin meditating, this was not the proper time to test his so called immortality. The first thing he did was focus on stopping the bleeding. It took a lot more effort than he was used to, but eventually he felt his body respond. The bleeding began to slow, until it stopped all together. The next thing he needed to do was --- Pure beauty entered his blurry vision, more like filled his vision. "Master! I turned and you were gone!" She was giving him a look that was full of lust. Instantly, any thoughts of healing were gone from his mind. He didn't have the energy to focus on multiple tasks right now, couldn't even come up with a reply. With each slow step she swayed her hips which called his attention to travel from her gorgeous face down her amazing body, lingering on her great assets, before glancing over her toned belly, finally fixating on her swaying hips. Besides healing himself, he should have been concerned for the knights, going after them, rather than having his entire focus on the creature he had no real interest in. He kept her around to find Yshomatsu, no other reason... right? He realized his breathing was heavy but couldn't tell if it was from the fight or Amber's mere presence. His question was answered when she reached him. "Oh baby, what happened to you?" She placed her warm hand on his left arm and lightly caressed him. She genuinely looked worried for him and in that moment, he let his guard down. Her touch was electric and he struggled to control himself. The new born succubus responded with a warm smile. The sparkle in her eyes would have told him she had plans. Too bad he didn't have enough focus to notice it. She leaned in close, her lips closing in on his, the monk wasn't resisting, and her warm breath met his skin. He took a sharp intake of air as her lips met his. Her tongue pressed against his lips, trying to gain entry. The monk's lips didn't part so she flicked her tongue repeatedly. He didn't have the strength to stop her, body leaded forward into her as his lips quivered. Her hand squeezed his good arm affectionately as her other hand tickled at his belly, attempting to slide into his pants. Cheers interrupted her moment as Blake and Plymouth were approaching the clearing, dragging something behind them. They entered the clearing right after Amber straightened herself and cleared her throat, so they wouldn't notice anything amiss. It was then that she noticed what they were dragging behind them -- the animal that pulled Plymouth away. One would think Blake would have returned angry, that the monk hadn't helped rescue his friend, yet he was beaming. A huge smile plastered on his face, Plymouth walked over, standing next to him, appearing completely uninjured, his armor clearly saving his life. Between them, a leg in each of their hands, the Angha failed in the hunt. "Dinner is served!" As Blake shouted that, he took note of Athan -- the monk was torn to pieces. Suddenly he realized why the monk hadn't followed him in the chase. It would appear Blake had been needed more here, considering Plymouth had taken care of himself, armor preventing any true injuries, besides bruises. Athan was on his knees, breathing heavy, with a lot of cuts all over. His shoulder was the worst, a nasty bite. When looked at closely, the knight swore he could see bone. The most troubling part--- besides there being no bodies of the beasts--- was Amber knelling down in front of him. He didn't trust her, not for one second. She had submitted too easily, from a feisty wild cat to a groveling kitten. He was just about to say something, but as he opened his mouth he was cut off by Plymouth saying he'd get a fire going. The knight was then reminded of his growling stomach. One problem at a time, he thought. Besides, Athan was too out of it to be of any help confronting the temptress. Plymouth had a fire going in no time. Even though there were no twigs or branches around, the man proved that he was from the area. He had used the long grass broken in the clearing they were in. The fire quickly warmed everyone. Even Athan appeared to be recovering, no longer breathing as heavy. The meat had been skinned and cut before being cooked in the fire. Blake spoke up, saying he was surprised there were no bodies considering the state Athan was in, yet alive. The monk spoke for the first time since the battle had ended and caused the other two men to jump, having not expected it. "I don't like to kill, unless I absolutely have to. They were just hungry." His voice cracked as he coughed, talking hurt too much. "Touche," Blake replied. Athan proved time and time again that he was a good man. Blake was slowly getting over his guilt at what he had done at the monastery. He would never forget what he had done, or forgive himself for it, but Athan didn't made him feel guilty over it. "I should take a look at those wounds, before infection sets in," Plymouth said now that everyone's attention was on the monk. Food was being prepared and fire provided heat and light. "That won't be necessary, my friend, I stopped the bleeding before you returned, they're already healing and will be gone soon." It took him a lot longer to say that than he cared to admit. His remark was met with curious looks by all, even by Amber, and he quickly added that it's a long story for another time. Hinting at Amber, hoping they'd understand, not in front of her. He didn't need her knowing his story. The conversation ended as the meat was passed around. Amber scooted closer to Athan. By now everyone was used to her behavior, as if she was smitten with him, hanging on his every word. So no one paid any heed to it as she moved close to him. Athan had no intention of letting the Angha go to waste. They would eat their fill and save what they could of the rest. He would use the hide to patch up his robes -- he didn't need warmth in this humid climate so there was no sense in making a full set out of it. Perhaps some packs could be made with the rest, to hold the rest of the meat, if nothing else. Blake and Plymouth were having their own discussion, on the other side of the fire. Neither one could see the lower bodies across the flames. Amber planned to take full advantage of that. The monk was enjoying a bite of the meat, as he felt a hand on his upper thigh, he almost choked as his body jumped in reaction. Of course the knight had to choose that exact moment to ask him a question. He felt trapped, not able to push her hand away without causing a fuss. The last thing he wanted was to have them think he couldn't control the girl. "Have you ever been to my homeland Athan?" The monk coughed, clearing his throat as Amber squeezed his thigh. "No, can't say I've had the pleasure." The last word came out as a croak, as Amber slid her hand into his lap, yet showed no sign of her mischief on her face. Athan felt like he couldn't move, amazed at how quickly his body reacted. Blake started to describe his homeland with great pride. Athan tried to pay attention, he really did. But the hand had found its mark, his growing manhood. The instant her delicate finger enclosed around him, he lost all focus. Before the knight could notice anything was amiss Amber spoke up, pulling all attention on her as she explained how everything in this world was exciting and new. She never spent any time where ever Meridiana came from, she literally was created recently. Every new sight was better than the last. At the mention of her 'former' mistress, Amber applied more pressure, almost causing Athan to grunt out loud. She appraised him as he was able to hold it back, his breathing was picking up, and she had his complete attention while she distracted the others. Blake loathed the girl but found himself unable to interrupt her. She continued to describe how she was a servant, unable to think for herself, until Athan had freed her. Her hand sped up into quick yet short strokes. Athan was on edge, almost panting. He looked at her, pleading for her to stop yet seeing no way to stop her without causing a scene. His mind began to wander back to the succubus in his memory. She had been relentless, and a chill went up his spine as he recalled the unimaginable pleasure the demon had given him. It served to only heighten the pleasure Amber was giving him -- until he remembered the death he almost suffered. His resolve strengthened as he recalled the price for that pleasure. Amber felt the change in him, and allowed herself a smug smile. If she could break him with just her hand, all the fun would be lost, this would just be a tease. Blake sensed his chance to get a word in, the moment she finished expressing how excited she was to see the jungles. "We're almost there. Another day or so, if we travel all night. There are worse things out there in the long grass at night, but we can carry torches." He made a gesture that they need to get ready to go, they had work to do before they could get going. Amber gave the monk a final long stroke before ending at his base. Two tight squeezes and a groan from Athan later, and she released him before Blake rose to his feet, no one suspected a thing. In a way it was better leaving him on edge, without release. If she kept the pressure on him, sooner or later he wouldn't be able to resist. He let out a sigh of relief as she let go of his dick. He thought he had resisted and held on despite her efforts. The thought of stepping up her game and keeping him on edge thrilled her beyond belief. During the whole tease her lower body was tingling in anticipation. She was enjoying herself. Before long they had made good use of the creature's fur and skin. The monk patched his robes and the other two made packs to hold extra meat, because there was a lot left over. Amber had been charged with using the bones and long grass along with scraps of fur to create the torches they would need. There were enough bones and grass to make three good torches. The men said she would need one as well, but Amber refused, claiming that she didn't mind not having one. Blake looked at her with a raised eyebrow. They ended up having the knights in the lead, considering this was their land, or at least the borders to their land. Amber kept the middle, forcing Athan to follow her. His torch light flickered, highlighting her rear end. The whole night he walked stiff, with no idea how long they walked. The sky above them was pitch black, the long grass high above their heads. The only thing he had to focus on was the last thing in this world he wanted to look at. That was, his mind didn't want to, but his body wanted nothing else. In fact, it wanted to see more than just her covered behind, hips swaying. He was left with only his thoughts to keep him company and his head was spinning. She knew the effect she was having on him, but the question on his mind was 'why?' What was in it for her? At the start her actions didn't affect him at all, but now she had shamelessly jerked him off in front of everyone. She got away with it too. They hadn't suspected a thing. Hours went by with his vision filled with beautiful ass cheeks, somewhere along the way he stopped questioning it and just enjoyed the view. Up ahead the knights led the way, and hopefully they knew where they were going. * * * * * * Two animals crept onto the make-shift path, one of them with dried blood on its muzzle. It was the same two Angha that the monk had fought off. The one with dried blood had a crazed look in its eyes. It had tasted human flesh, and it wanted more. The other one, however, was more curious than hungry, yet it followed along nonetheless. With the scent fresh on its mind the blood crazed one charged off. * * * * * * Sir Blake had been leading the group for an unknown amount of time, the sun set and rose before he knew it. After hours upon hours walking through the long grass, he was beginning to think they were lost. Had he taken a wrong turn at some point and headed in another direction than south? Succubus Inquisition Ch. 03 As soon as he asked himself that question, he walked into a clearing. Then he realized, it wasn't a clearing -- it was exactly what he was searching for. The long grass had been cleared out, ground dug up and packed with small rocks. Not only was it a road, it was 'the' road. Following this would lead them directly to the Horadric Legion! Blake and Plymouth got excited, and there was a tiny skip to their steps as they continued onward, towards what this part of the world called civilization. The road twisted and turned, until the long grass around them began to thin. Soon only patches of it remained and they had their first glance at the southern jungles. Massive trees extended as far as the eye could see, their trunks as thick as houses. It was a testament to how thick and tall the long grass had been, considering it kept the jungle hidden from their sight for so long. Athan was shocked and awed, before something pulled their attention from behind. Sudden growling from behind ruins the moment for the monk. They all turned around. Two Angah emerged from the grass. One of the beasts was shaking, foaming at the mouth, its fur coated with dried blood. "Looks like they're still hungry," Athan commented, causing Blake to laugh, before he unsheathed his sword. The three men stood shoulder to shoulder as the two Angha charged towards them. "They gave up the element of surprise. You must have really done a number on them." Blake wore a wide grin before he continued, "Coming at us head first was a big mistake." The beasts were charging full speed ahead, the one with blood lust slightly ahead. Before the group even had a chance to fight, arrows flew over their heads from behind. All four of them dropped to the ground, caught off guard by the ranged attack. The Angha in the lead suddenly came sliding to a stop, arrows sticking out of its fur covered hide, letting out a whimper as the fight was drained from it before their eyes. The other one appeared to get the hint and abandoned the hunt for good this time, as it high tailed it in the opposite direction. Athan took a step forward, not wanting the creature to suffer any longer. The animal is breathing heavy, but before the monk gets to it, the fight in its eyes goes out and it stops breathing. His heart sinks at that moment, because there was no reason for it to die. They should have given up on the hunt the first time, instead of tracking the group down a second time. He kneeled down and lightly closed the Angha's eyes. What a waste of life, he thought to himself, before steeling his nerves and returning to the group. Plymouth was watching the monk, amazed at how wrong Blake's first impression of them was. He cared for all walks of life, even the ones trying to kill him. It reminded him of how quickly the monk had helped the two of them in the desert, instead of leaving them to waste away in the sun and blistering heat. The first thing Athan noticed when he turned back towards the group, was Plymouth and Amber staring at him, one with pride and admiration, the other with lust and sultry need. Instead of dwelling on either of them, movement caught his attention. Blake had been turned around this whole time, no doubt starring at the lightly armored men within the trees. Each one had a bow with an arrow nocked, ready to fire. The Horadric Legion had found them. Great, Athan thought, now there's no avoiding them. They stood there for a moment before a man walked down the stone road, covered from head to toe in plate armor, a sword upon his hip and shield at his back. Blake must have known the man because he stepped forward with out-stretched arms. "Sir Blake Barbosa, to what do we owe the honor of your company?" The man spoke out with a silky voice. After they discuss for a moment the group is invited back to their home for shelter. Everyone followed the armored man but Athan hesitates. An archer approached him and patted him on the shoulder, before telling the monk not to worry, the animal would be brought back with them. This was one of those that fired arrows at it, and he assured Athan that none of it would go to waste. It warmed Athan's heart just a little, knowing that the beast wasn't slain in vain, yet that wasn't why he was hesitating. He just wasn't sure if this was the right course of action, taking shelter with them. They were brought to a camp and Athan was awed for the second time in one day. He didn't expect anything close to what he saw before his eyes. This wasn't some military outpost, it was a village, a village in the trees, high above the ground. It was simply marvelous and the monk was speechless. Rope ladders were used to get up to the lower levels that were heavily guarded. He assumed it made living within that much safer. They could raise the ladders and prevent entry and if that didn't work, the guards would take care of it. Athan had lived a long life cooped up in the monastery. He never imagined there was so much he hadn't seen. Sure he'd gone out on missions, but none of them had been to places like this. Then again someone from here might think the same about the high mountains with snow covered peaks. They were taken up three levels, across wooden walk ways and rope bridges, until they came to a section that was slightly cut off from the rest of the village. It was explained as a safety precaution, having all quests be off to the side. It provided safety for the village and privacy for the quests themselves. Blake seemed to think it was a brilliant idea. However it made Athan wonder just how many enemies did these people have? His own land wasn't the most peaceful land in the world but they did alright, before the Legion came marching in, taking over. Perhaps many of their enemies hid in plain sight from these lands they've conquered. As they entered the quest quarters, each one of them is given their own hut. Amber's dirty looks didn't go unnoticed by Athan. He's suddenly reminded of the last time they camped out, he had woken up cuddled up with her. His mind was conflicted. He had to get control of himself. It was a good thing he wore robes instead of armor. He'd be extremely uncomfortable during their long hike across country. During their meal with a few key members of the village, Blake told their tale, everything from the great campaign up north that had been going well, until some great evil had been re-awakened. The entire army is missing, most likely dead but there were no bodies to confirm. He left out the part of believing the monk order was behind it. Their next task was either going to be helping an ally or ending the life of the one responsible for everything. Blake had his doubts, but he believed Yshomatsu was the one practicing the dark arts. However everything he had seen from Athan and hearing his stories about his mentor, it made him willing to try to save the man's life. Thinking back on the events and encounter with the older monk. The first time they met the man, he had kicked their asses, yet had left them all alive. When the knight caught up with him in the mountains asleep, there was a change in him. It was subtle but even then Blake had sensed it. The great evil affected his mind and on their way down the mountain many good men were lost, but the knight had made it down with his prisoner. Lastly, while they were awaiting the monk's execution, Blake had secretly watched, and it was clear the monk was struggling to keep his sanity. Not even a week after his escape, maybe two weeks, the knight and his army with General Titus were at the monk order's door step and all hell broke loose. Two forces of good had been played against each other, leading to the destruction of them both. "Has anyone else returned home from the campaign?" Plymouth asked, getting his first word in as Blake had held the floor up to this point. "I'm afraid not, however, a three rider-less horses have returned. It took a while to calm them down, they were spooked." Blake and Plymouth shared a worried look. All the while Athan was sitting on edge, attempting to eat. Amber was sitting next to him and he expected her to do something at any moment. Ever since they arrived she hadn't said a word. The monk didn't know what he liked better, her trying to get him worked up, or her behaving herself. He didn't have to ask his body, the answer was already clear there, he'd been walking around with half a hard-on since their Angha meal in the long grass. The fact that she wasn't speaking had him worried, she wasn't merely behaving herself; she seemed upset. The books weren't very clear with how a demon could get out of the binding spell. It just said that they'd always be seeking a way to break free. Did he not set the ground rules or cast the spell right? Maybe he was just over thinking it. She's a succubus, a sexual being, and maybe it's just in her nature to always want sexual contact. That could explain the bad attitude if he was right. He was resisting. Either way he couldn't be sure and he couldn't risk it. The meal wrapped up and the knights said their good nights, going to bed once again worried for their army, their friends, and family. Athan walked back to the huts next to Amber, a night ago she would have been hanging off his arm. He smiled to himself, glad that she wasn't being so forward. He said good night, only getting a slight nod from her. Had he looked closer, he would have noticed the knowing look she gave him as she nodded. However he didn't see it and went to bed with his guard down. A mistake he kept making -- underestimating the new born succubus. The hut was comfortable, even though the monk had never slept so high off the ground before. He'd slept underground, and within mountains, but never this high out in the open. The air was cool up here, a breeze coming into the hut. Considering how humid this climate was he didn't expect it to feel so comfortable. No wonder these people built their homes in the trees. It was probably safer too, from nature's many predators. Someone was singing off in the distance, a soft soothing melody. The sweet sound calmed his nerves and before long he passed out, sound asleep. Athan rubbed his eyes, trying to figure out where he was. He was standing in a dark hallway. A light perspiration coated his body, and his heart was racing. He was braced for combat, yet didn't see or feel any threat. It took him a moment to recognize the hallway. He was back at his mentor's underground compound. A female silhouette moved in the darkness, spinning and striking at him. This was why his body had been braced for combat. The monk allowed instincts to take over, blocking the strike. The demon's yellow eyes pierced the darkness, glaring at him as they danced. She was relentless and had him on the defensive. He tried to make out her features to see if this was Amber. The darkness was unnatural -- hadn't he lit the fires before encountering her? With concentration his eyes began to glow. She spun just before her face came into focus. All the monk saw was light red hair whip into his face, stinging and breaking his concentration. Three consecutive punches hit his chest before the shock wore off. This wasn't what happened last time. Had everything in the past week been just another dream? The shock quickly wore off and he effortlessly blocked the next six attacks. It was clear the demon was frustrated and he assumed it was Amber, it had to be. He tried to call out her name, opening his mouth but nothing came out. What was going on? Nothing he tried would work, he had no voice. While he had been focused on that she was pushing him back. The room behind him was burned into his memory. He'd never forget it. A mattress laid in the middle of the room, framed by a white circle that was drawn around it. He was pushed back as he blocked and dodged attack after attack. The second he entered the room hundreds of candles lit up; the flames reaching higher than naturally. It caught him by surprise but for some reason didn't blind him. The demon entered the light and looked exactly as he remembered her on that day. Amber stood in front of him, but her form started to blur and waver. He couldn't focus, it was like having someone talk to you while you weren't paying attention, and everything said went in one ear and out the other. The only part of her that remained solid was her face as she stood there naked in the flickering candle light. It made sense to him as to why he couldn't focus on her ample breasts since this was in fact a dream, and he hadn't seen them in the flesh. Yet he found himself curious and tried harder. Regardless of the fact that he realized this was just a dream, he found himself to be quite excited. There was no scent on the air so it wasn't her pheromones. In fact she was vicious, compared to the Amber he knew, the playful, touchy, needy girl. This version of her didn't play around and he remembered this was how she acted the first time they met. No talking, just straight to the kill. The demonic side of her didn't play games or get emotional. The binding spell changed all that. Why was this exciting him? It felt like she undoing his robes but she hadn't moved. In fact her snarl curved up into a wicked smirk before she pushed him back forcefully. This was the moment he had bound her and she had put him to sleep. He remembered the moment vividly, falling forever with no end. The monk expected no different this time, stomach rose into his chest, then the mattress cushioned his fall. The demon stood over him, her gray skin filled his vision, and his eyes opened wide. Not again! He tried to rise but invisible hands held him down. The vision blurred again and turned back into Amber. Wait, when were his robes opened? What kind of dream was this? The invisible hands on his chest traveled down, caressing him skin along the way. Yet the vixen in front of him wasn't touching him. She was playing with herself and he felt his body react as he watched. The hands he couldn't see scratched down his pelvic bone, around to his thighs. The apparition in front of him perched her lips as if to blow a kiss. Warm air caressed his growing manhood as if she had been at his crotch. He felt his face flush with warmth as he blushed. There was no denying how great that felt. The monk's mind was torn between the tormentor of his past--- the one that for all intents and purposes killed him--- and the temptress with red hair. It was clear from the way the apparition kept shifting it was as if his mind couldn't decide who to think of. His 'lesser' mind was turned on, yet his heart was appalled and terrified that he'd repeat mistakes from his past. A brief lay and mind blowing sex, only to wither and die in the same moment, wasn't something he longed to repeat. The bed shifted as if someone was climbing onto it. The body standing at the foot of the bed shifted back into the gray demon. For once he could clearly see her mammoth tits defying gravity in all their glory, hard nipples pointed right at him. She hadn't moved an inch towards him. The unseen body straddled his waist, pinning his dick against his belly. "You like that, don't you." Amber purred in a husky whisper. It wasn't a question, it was a statement. Athan was going crazy, with the ash colored demon at the base of the bed. An apparition he couldn't see sitting on his throbbing cock and now Amber whispering in his ear. He had to wake up! The monk tried to pinch himself but hands held him still, preventing him from waking. Wet slickness coated his member and he felt swollen lips slide along his length. He would have let out a moan but his voice caught in his throat. The ash demon--- good lord he wished he knew her name, if only to stop calling her that--- grinned wickedly at him, her fingers playing below her waist. His eyes lowered, eager to watch, only to be denied as the body shifted back to pale white and he couldn't make out any details. For a moment he thought he saw a red patch of fur but it was gone before it could even register. Athan groaned with frustration. The invisible body froze, as if it were afraid he was waking up. So caught up in his situation the noise didn't even reach his ears. When the fear passed, he felt it relax and Amber's soft sigh of relief met his ears. Warmth met his skin as those nether lips parted along his member. His breathing was heavy as he felt the body he couldn't see lean forward, pressing an ample chest into his. At this angle it would only take her rising a little at his tip and he'd slide right into her wet tunnel. A part of him really wanted to, traitor! His whole body was following the lead of the wrong head, desperately wanting to roll over and pound into this teasing pussy as it slid along him in short, quick motions. Luscious lips lightly kissed his and he longed for more. The ash colored horror smiled down at him with a knowing look. No matter how long he'd fight with his mind, his body slowly lost the war. His muscles tensed, clenched and Amber's soft voice gasped over his lips. "Oh, I knew you did. I'm all you can think about now. Aren't I, you naughty boy?" The body standing before the bed shifted back into Amber, as if confirming her words. The wicked look on her face turned to a lustful plead. The red head was more playful and cute than the other demon spawn, she was pure evil, like Amber had appeared at the start of this dream. He couldn't imagine how differently things would have played out, if he hadn't read that ancient book's page of binding spells. There was something generally sweet about Amber. Her features were that of a young blossoming woman, even with her inhuman eyes that always glinted with mischief. It was the only thing clear to him at the moment, her face. He focused on her freckles, those cute little dots some saw as imperfections. He liked them, they sort of humanized her. Besides her constant teasing, she hadn't done anything bad during their trip. The tongue licking the corner of his lips snapped him back to reality, well, sort of. It was an odd feeling, having someone laying on top of you but you couldn't see her. It was like being blindfolded, only weirder, because he could clearly see the rest of the room. Then again, dreams were weird like that. This wasn't anything like his memory experience where everything was vivid and real. Here any detail he didn't know by memory was blurry and he couldn't focus on. The body he could see licked her lips, shifting between the two females several times before settling with the evil succubus. The apparition gave him one last kiss before rising back up, hands firmly planted on his chest. She began to speed up her hips, sliding along his now soaked member. In fact his whole mid-section was coated with her juices. It felt really good, no longer trying to wake up or even move. Resigned to his fate, just laying back and enjoying the pleasures of the dream. It was a dream, it had to be. What's the worst that could happen? Amber was panting quietly, he could barely hear her, but her voice sent chills down his spine. He shouldn't like her voice or looks so much. Especially if he planned to get rid of her, once they met up with Yshomatsu. She whispered hoarsely, "Come on, you can do it, make me cum!" His heart pounded in his chest. It excited him more than he'd ever admit to himself. Making a woman cum was always exciting. Of course it was always diminished if they faked it. How could you expect to ever please someone if they faked it, instead of telling you what they liked? The demon he didn't want to see was actively rubbing her clit, her lips panting with those he heard from Amber. It was like a sick joke, with the ash colored demoness disguising her voice. Only it didn't sound that far away. A hand moved just as he felt a gushing pussy spasm on his member. For a brief unbelievable second his eyes opened, truly opened. The invisible woman on top of him became visible. Wet red hair framed a freckled face that was scrunched up, hand covering her mouth as she suppressed her moan. She was in the middle of a very powerful orgasm. Their eyes met for a moment before his eyes rolled back and closed again. Succubus Inquisition Ch. 04 A special thanks to JonB1969 for his editing. Hope you all enjoy my story and remember to vote and comment, it's what encourages me to keep writing. This Story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Succubus Inquisition Ch. 04 In another moment they were both concentrating again. It took a while for Athan's body to lift unsteadily off the ground. Wind caressed his feet as they lifted off the ground, both exciting and scary at the same time. They both understood this wouldn't work in the real world--- at least not this easily--- but here, anything could happen. Like plants coming to life to fuck your brains out. It was taking Athan a bit longer than it should have. He'd been embarrassed at having his mentor see him in that state of mind. Things like that were meant to be private. He briefly recalled how different it felt from his time laying with Amber. His concentration should have been focused on flying. It wasn't until Yshomatsu placed a hand on his shoulder, steadying him, that he realized he had been day dreaming. With the added help they both lifted high off the ground and the extent of the demonic influence became apparent. As far as the eye could see the plants reach extended. The only spot they didn't grow on the horizon marked the location of a giant tower reaching up into the sky. It looked dark, sinister, and evil, with lots of activity moving around the base of it. The same direction where Yshomatsu sensed the monks were at. Yshomatsu glided through the air with little effort, as if he was born to fly. Athan, on the other hand, felt like a new born bird attempting to leave the nest for the first time. The tower got larger as they approached and it became apparent that it wasn't just their brothers moving around on the ground. There were creatures like Bree--- half girl, half animal--- overseeing the monks as they slaved away on the tower's creation. "Why would the demon be keeping a foot hold on this realm?" Athan asked. "I don't know, but if I had to guess, I'd say this is how she comes up with her children, experimenting by using our brothers. Which means the monks are stuck here, with their bodies in an endless sleep back in the real world." They both agreed something had to be done. They had to put a stop to this here and now. At a quick glance they saw snakes and spiders, all with the upper body of a hot female. There were many other types but the two flying monks didn't want to risk getting too close. If an alarm went off; anything they tried to do would be that much harder, if not utterly impossible. One spider-girl hanging by a silk thread--- doing siding work without scaffolding--- turned her head towards them. Yshomatsu grabbed his student's shoulders and flew back into the clouds. He waited a little before poking his head out to see if she had reacted. The spider-girl had returned her focus to the working monk held within her eight legs. What an interesting way to work, Athan thought, before he had gone into the cloud. "She didn't notice us." The elder monk started to feel dizzy and realized they were breathing air no better than that flower's pheromones. "Quick, down to the ground, before you're a slave to your base desires again." He said it sarcastically, before grabbing his student's shoulders again and flying down to the ground. They both were dizzy and almost landed into another patch of plants. Vines were rising into the air seeking their ankles. Luckily Yshomatsu hadn't inhaled enough to be completely out of it, stopping them short of the greedy vines, floating in midair while the effects wore off. "Well that was a close one." Athan joked, "Who'd save me if you were caught in their snare too!" Ysho laughed and tried to think of a plan of attack on the fly, pun intended. The effects of the cloud wore off fast, much less potent. He reached out with his mind, attempting to find out how many monks were here. Athan asked, "Mentor, what if these monks had died at the monastery and their spirits are trapped here because of the demon? What if there's no body to return to, no allies to rally?" They had talked about everything before agreeing to enter the dream state. The plan was to seek out monks, gain allies in other parts of the world, and attack the demon from every possible angle. If they couldn't rally an army, then they hoped to at the very least have a distraction. No one had considered what it would mean if they didn't find any monks within the dream, and until this moment, no one had considered what it would mean if they only found trapped spirits. Athan had felt like the order was destroyed when the Horadric Legion attacked their home. They had honorable intentions but everything fell under the demon's influence, ending with two good, honorable armies being destroyed. Ysho firmly replied, "We have to believe that isn't true. First we have to save them. Trapped spirits or not, they deserve that much from us. We'll figure out the next move after that." "Right." "I sense a bunch of monks, working and being watched closely, and a handful of them under the tower. It's possible they are being kept there. I say we sneak into that tower and get information. Find out what's going on here. Maybe there's a high ranking demon spawn here. Cut off the head of the snake kind of deal." "Alright, sounds too easy." "Let's hope it is." Ysho looked back towards the tower. They had a challenge ahead of them, yet the tower wasn't completed. That meant they didn't have their defenses perfected and their soldiers were distracted keeping the workers in line. They decided to circle around and search for an unguarded entrance. And there they found it, three quarters of the way around, like a shining beacon of hope. A large section of the tower wasn't completed. It looked like they had plans to build a ramp or expand the structure from that gap. Had they arrived later they may not have been able to exploit such an opening. They circled around at a safe distance, and decided to double time it while no one looked, heading straight into that opening. Neither monk knew what to expect inside, but they wouldn't get another chance like this. Inside, the walls were the darkest green they've seen. It was a tight fit. Hard to imagine this would be used regularly. The group they sought were located in the lower levels. Athan could think of only one explanation for the tight hallway. It had to have been built for those snake-girls. Succubus Inquisition Ch. 04 The form that fell lashed out, as soon as it hit the ground, limbs and silk webbing stabbing and shooting through the air. One of the spider-women, of course, came to see why her web had been disturbed. Athan blocked and dodged her long legs, but they proved to be her distraction. The other two monks were quickly subdued, wrapped up in her webbing. Once they were dealt with and out of commission, she turned her full attention towards the new face. He didn't look like any of the other monks, more confident. His body looked trained for combat, bald head with an extravagant tattoo. That must have hurt, she thought to herself. Her quick once over on the monk lasted but a fraction of a second. Silk webbing shot at Athan but he quickly spun out to the side, kicking out a few of her legs, causing her to tip over and lose balance for a second. She looked into his determined face and smiled a wicked grin before spitting. A ball of silk shot out, hitting him square in the face, exploding, and covered everything from eyes to mouth. The monk clawed at his face, attempting to rip the silk webbing off. He could feel her presence advancing on him. The first few strikes were easy to dodge and then his lungs began to burn. Her next strike almost sent him off balance. The spider-woman combined strikes with both human arms and four spider arms. It became increasingly hard to fight. He found himself glad he couldn't see her human half, so there would be no desire or distraction with that naked upper body. But he really needed some air, because his whole chest burned as if on fire. He felt a sudden shift in the room as she reared up on her hind two legs. That could only mean one thing. Quickly the monk rolled to the side, just as he heard a wet impact next to him. A shot of webbing that had targeted him. During the roll he deliberately dragged his face on the ground, ripping a hole in the silk webbing that had been suffocating him. A deep breath made him pause just long enough for her to shoot another ball of webbing at him, this time landing violently in his crotch, knocking what little wind he had just gained out of him. With his concentration lost he couldn't feel the monster-girl's presence anymore, but at least he could breathe again, once he had caught his breathe. He assumed she would still be in front of him and started to back flip away, but she pulled on a string still attached to her last attack. When the monk flipped backwards his clothing tore off his body. Cold air flooded his senses but on the plus side he had managed to rip the webbing off his face before tossing it to the ground. He could see again and the first thing saw was a pair of breasts being shoved in his face. Three sets of arms pulled and held him into those soft, firm pillows of flesh. A silky voice whispered into his ear. "It has been a long time since I fought someone with spirit like yours. You will give me thousands of strong daughters." Upon hearing that he pushed back to no avail, and a thought popped into his head. The floating stones, himself flying... No longer would he be a slave to his base desires. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, attempting to ignore the temping fragrance from her deep cleavage. All the stones in the room rose into the air, before raining down on the spider-woman. She squealed, pulling him tighter to her chest as she scurried back up the hole she had come from, escaping the stones. Athan had not expected that and once again strained for every breath, with his arms pinned at his sides. Along the way up his legs started to feel sticky and he knew what would come next, as more of it wrapped around his legs. The clumsy woman didn't protect her prey as she allowed his head to hit hard on the tunnel wall, and he passed out. Not like she needed him conscious, anyway. The next thing he knew, he was hanging upside down, his whole body covered from head to toe. The monk started to struggle but couldn't do anything, besides twisting at the waist a little. He could feel her presence in the new room. There was something else in the room as well, but he couldn't quite understand what it was. Whatever or whoever it was, it felt extremely powerful, like feeling the heat of a blazing sun. The spider-woman approached slowly and placed her two human hands at his waist. She started playing with the soft silk as if playing with clay, molding it as she saw fit. The monk tried to urge his body to resist but despite himself, he felt her working his shaft like an expert. The more he grew from her manipulations with the silk, the more he felt it stick to his skin. He had to act fast, or else he would be giving this abomination thousands of children. He couldn't move his limbs, so he couldn't do anything physical. He would have to try something mental instead, and hoped it worked. Athan concentrated as best he could, with her expertly stroking his growing erection. In the dream state he could do impossible things right? So it wasn't farfetched to imagine the tattoos atop his head heating up until they were glowing bright red, emitting heat outward in hopes of melting the webbing. After a few minutes he was about ready to give up, when he felt the silky webbing on his head get loose and start to fall. The constrictive substance parted at his nose and slid past his eyes. Reluctantly he opened them, expecting to see the grotesque underbelly of the spider's abdomen. Yet only darkness greeted him. A small glow from his heated tattoos revealed the empty space in front of him. But she was still jerking his cock, how was that pos... His eyes opened wide as he craned his neck to look up his body. He never noticed a green glow at the far edge of the chamber. Eight red orbs stared back at him upside down. She hung from the ceiling just like he did. He didn't remember eight eyes during their fight, but then again he hadn't allowed himself to look at details like that, before his vision had been blocked by a silk web ball to the face. The creature was staring at him with a knowing smirk. "Couldn't resist looking at me, could you?" Quickly he imagined his whole body heating up. He couldn't allow himself to get distracted... And then his hard penis slid into something warm and tight that fit around his silk covered member like a glove. All 8 spider legs wrapped tightly around his lower body and he felt himself go cold. His concentration had been lost and his body temperature returned to normal. In a panic he tried to start again, but her tight pussy started contractions along his steel body part, making it very difficult to concentrate. It grossed him out just thinking of siring children to this thing, but the sudden twitch of his member at that thought didn't go unnoticed. Traitorous prick! She leaned forward for a lustful kiss and practically sucked his tongue into her mouth. He would have bit down if it had been the other way. The contractions picked up speed, running along him as if she was milking him. Athan tried his best not to picture their copulation. Her two human hands lovingly scratched along the back of his neck and shoulders. All of a sudden her inner walls that were milking him into madness stopped. Her body tightened around his base as she broke from the kiss with a lustful, determined sigh. "I want it all!" She moaned out, her voice huskily and full of hunger. "We'll be at this for days, until you are nothing but a dried up husk with nothing left to give me!" The brief pause and her horrifying words were all he needed to break her spell. His member turned into a molten spear, scalding hot, causing the spider-woman to scream in pain as she squirmed and fell to the ground with a loud thud. Her limbs flailed around like she had just been stabbed by a red hot poker, before fleeing the room. She won't be having any kids any time soon, after all, Athan thought. The heat spread out equally throughout his body and the webbing melted. His body broke free and landed in a puddle of warm, melted webbing. Athan checked himself, amazed to find he wasn't injured or even burned, perfectly normal. Yet it would take a while to walk off the erection this time. His thoughts were interrupted as someone started to clap. The darkness of the room washed away with bright green light. He had to squint his eyes, the sudden change catching him off guard. Succubus Inquisition Ch. 05 A special thanks to JonB1969 for his editing. Hope you all enjoy my story and remember to vote and comment, it's what encourages me to keep writing. This Story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Copyright © 2015 by Yshomatsu All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this story or portions thereof in any form whatsoever. The following is meant for Adults only, if you are under the age of 18 leave now. Succubus Inquisition Ch. 05 His fear came true as they both turned towards the room, mouths gaped open. Either they really liked that horrible stench or else they knew he hid in the room. If they were drooling over the thought of his human flesh, this room might not be filled with animal bones, after all. Athan placed his hand over his nose and took a deep breath, but it didn't help any. With a single kick, he kicked the door open, which burst the door open in their faces. The tattered wooden planks shattered as they flew towards the lizards, raining painfully against their tough hides. He followed through with a round house kick at the base of the smaller's neck. It went down. The larger lizard man brushed off the many splinters sticking in his skin and swung wide. Athan barely dodged, scraping his back against the stone behind him. Another two clawed strikes followed in quick succession. The monk blocked one that shook his arm violently and slowed him just enough for the second to swipe across his midsection. He grimaced in pain and brought both arms down hard, shoving the large muscled limb away. The large jaws snapped at him several times, barely missing his face. The desperate monk brought his knee up hard, striking between the thing's legs, only to hit scaled armor. The monk grunted in pain, instead. A large tail swung around and swiped him off his feet, landing hard with a splat in the thin layer of mud. Rolling to avoid the tail slamming down on the spot where he'd been a second ago, he angled up a good sized broken plank of wood just as the large lizard prepared to strike, impaling the plank into its side. The angry reptile recoiled back, removing the wood and regarding the monk with caution. It appeared he wasn't used to prey fighting back. The lizard puffed up his chest and hissed, no doubt trying to frighten the monk. The smaller lizard was climbing up onto all fours, groaning in confused pain. Athan rolled forward and kicked, landing his foot hard into the midsection of the smaller foe, sending it flying. The larger lizard didn't see it coming as his comrade flew into his legs, and they both tumbled over. The monk rose to his feet and swung his foot out. Blood flew against the smooth stone walls as the larger lizard's head flung back from the blow. The smaller of the two scurried off in a hurry, leaving the larger to groggily rise to his feet, rubbing his chin. Athan held his ground as the larger being looked him over. The monk expected to be attacked again, and sighed in relief when he wasn't. The lizard regarded him with a tilted head and slowly turned to leave. After a few steps he turned his head, looking over his shoulder. He grunted again and continued on his way, leaving Athan surprised. In a way Athan hoped these folk were related to Dragus, for the effort he made to not kill any of them, which left him sore, bleeding and exhausted. Yet he was alive, and so were they. That had to count for something. He looked down and examined the large claw marks along his body. That one strike had really done some damage, yet it only stung. He had gotten used to the constant pain his body kept receiving. But that wasn't what shocked him – his body had begun healing, on its own! That's why blood didn't pour down his body, and the wound only stung. Somehow his body had begun the process of mending the wound without his mind calming and setting the motions into play. Changing into another form might not interest him, but this rapid healing? This he could handle! The process felt slow but the monk imagined it could only get better with time. A brief look around made him realize he shouldn't linger any longer, just in case the lizards sought out reinforcements. After all, he had been trespassing on their territory. Shortly after he found himself back at the fork that split the route he had run down. A thought made him wonder what path the lizard woman had taken. But he didn't worry about it. His path was clear and he set off, coming back to the uncleared rock surface of the cave tunnel. A low hiss caused him to freeze in his tracks. The two lizards in the ruins weren't quiet or sneaky at all. His mind began to wander, imagining different creatures that could be smart enough to sneak up on him. Slowly he turned, and confusion mixed with his shocked features. The female lizard had caught up with him. Standing at shoulder height, she stared at him with a tilted head, her grey scales tinted slightly with green. Another kind of look shined within those eyes, it wasn't hunger like the others. Her torn rags hardly covered her chest that swelled with each breath. The look she was giving him gave him the chills. A clawed hand came up under her shirt and cupped a breast as her head tilted and long, forked tongue slithered out briefly. "You like what you see?" She hissed out between labored breaths. "No, actually I don't." He replied flatly, trying to keep his voice neutral. "Fought bravely, you did." She took a step closer, tongue licking her scaled lips. "I defended myself, that was all. I meant no harm to your kind, and wish to leave in peace." "Yet a part wants to stay." She motioned downward with her head. His eyes followed, looking down to find a tent within his trousers. It was then that he detected a subtle musk on the air. His body reacted naturally to that scent without his knowledge. "Clearly you are mistaken." As he covered himself up, she grunted with amusement. "Perhaps." Her body stood straight up, scales appeared to smooth over. The green tint took a deeper shade as her body slimmed. Reptilian features shrunk and scales melted into her deep green skin. Hair began to grow atop her head until it flowed past her shoulders. Her eyes never changed yet her elongated snout shrunk back, leaving a wide mouth full of pointed teeth to smile at him. Her chest swelled within those torn rags and her tail slimmed but remained. "Or perhaps you prefer this?" Despite himself he felt his manhood twitch as her smooth voice met his ears. It felt strange to see her form shift as it did. And he'd be lying if he didn't say it was a little hot. Unconsciously his hands pressed a little firmer as his thumb rubbed in small circles. Her smile widened at his response. "I thought as much." The monk's voice caught in his throat and his retort never came out. There was no denying his body's reaction to her change. Even though he clearly hadn't been attracted to lizards. She shifted into a beautiful woman. One he instantly recognized. "How'd you get here?" She smiled and took two more steps towards him as he backed up, keeping distance between them. Her hand squeezed at her chest as she moaned out, taking three quick steps towards him, as he backed against the tunnel's rocky surface. Before she reached him the monk held out his hand to block her advance. The woman's body met his hand and exploded in a green buff of smoke, dissipating with a sultry sigh. Athan leaned back against the rock, breathing heavy and unsure what had just happened. He felt nothing as his hand brushed against her, the moment before she vanished. That encounter had been strange, to say the least. He ran his hands up his blood stained robes and rubbed his eyes, vaguely noting his body had healed completely. He thought it best never to speak of his hallucinations to anyone. The scent was still on the air and he wondered if it had been there all along. With a quick inspection of the area he concluded that the water dripping from the rocks had a strange musk to it. Perhaps that caused the hallucinations. As he took a sniff his blood boiled, causing a sigh of strange pleasure. He quickly straightened, cleared his throat and moved on, embarrassed. Succubus Inquisition Ch. 05 Sleep found her fast as she felt comfortably safe laying with the wolves, despite their master's presence. Dreams found her, oddly enough, and they weren't what she had expected. Instead of Athan riding to her rescue, she saw him and all others becoming slaves to the succubus, the entire world falling to her. These dreams chilled her body, regardless of the blazing fire next to her. Deep down she hoped the dream wasn't a vision and wouldn't come true, but hope couldn't be found within her heart. A dreaded helplessness filled the void where that hope had been in days past. She woke up with a start, expecting to see a burnt-out fire, but instead saw an armored chest plate. The grip holding her tightened as she fought against him. She feared he was taking advantage of her during her sleep and hatred filled her heart. That wasn't the case, however. The fire pit was long gone. She realized he was carrying her, to the succubus, and had been all morning. She quit fighting against him and turned her head. A large glassy obsidian tower stood within the remains of a destroyed monastery. The rubble from the building remained as it stood, creating a chilling frightful appearance to the structure. At the top its four corners rose above the rest of the structure into four spikes. A knot formed at the bit of her stomach. So this was how the demon signaled the defeat of mankind, glassy black stone that appeared to suck out all light and color around it, as if an aura surrounded it. She quickly looked back over the armored wolf's shoulder and was surprised to see no wolves following them. She demanded, "What did you do to those innocent animals?" Her hands made fists until her knuckles turned white. "I commanded them to seek shelter far from your mistress' reach." That caused her to sigh in relief and relax. So he wasn't as dumb as he appeared. He was just a coward that wouldn't stand up for his beliefs. There were no doors that she could see at the tower's base, and the lowest window was ten feet high at the.... Ugh! Meridiana was standing in that window. Amber felt like throwing up at the mere sight of her smiling face. Every move she made was expressed sexually and Amber didn't want to look. Large leathery wings opened up behind the succubus as she flew--- more like glided--- down to greet her, arms opened wide. "My darling daughter, returned at last." She all but moaned out the words, her sweet scent catching Fenris' attention despite his best effort. Amber snorted in contempt and turned her head back into the plate armor. The succubus made a quick flick of her wrist and Amber found her head snapping back towards her. "What has that dirty little monk been filling your head with, young lady?" Acting like a mother didn't suit her, Amber thought. She was trying too hard. A thought came to her mind that she knew would piss the succubus off, even if Amber wasn't entirely sure if it was true. "Love!" She spat back in retort and smiled as the succubus recoiled back, shocked. A slender hand reached out and grabbed the back of Amber's neck, hoisting her up out of the armored wolf's arms. It hurt but Amber welcomed the pain. Meridiana flatly said to Fenris, "That'll be all from you." She flapped her wings and returned to the tower. She carried Amber by the neck in one hand as if the girl weighed nothing. The remark of love really set her off and Amber found herself laughing inside. Succubus Inquisition Ch. 06 A special thanks to JonB1969 for his editing. Hope you all enjoy my story and remember to vote and comment, it's what encourages me to keep writing. This Story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Succubus Inquisition Ch. 06 He growled in pain as his body dropped ten feet before he could recover, wings flapping hard to keep him up. The crimson dragon reached him by then and they both snapped at each other as they flew around in circles. Tails and claws struck each other as their jaws snapped. Ysho's tail struck Dragus' back just below his wing and the older dragon cried out in pain. His body felt weaker by the second. His right wing beat faster to make up for his struggling left wing. They were hardly fifty feet in the air and there wasn't enough wind to help his effort. His tail swung hard towards Ysho's face followed by a loud whip, snapped against the compromised dragon's snout, just below his eye. The tail stung and distracted Ysho, leaving his neck open. But an attack never came, Dragus was too weak to carry through. His body dropped another few feet as his wings worked past their limits. A weak blast of fire spat out towards Ysho before Dragus' wings gave out, and he plummeted towards the ground. Another, yet weaker thud echoed as dust bellowed out from the spot. The last ditch blast of fire had caught Ysho's face, burning his open eye and sent his nervous system screaming. His body also fell, equally exhausted, landing next to the elder dragon with a softer thud, wings opening at the last second to weaken his crash landing. Those giant red wings slowly fell, one upon the ground and the other on top of Dragus' body. The burning eye held tightly shut, but Dragus had finally broken through. Yshomatsu was no longer under the succubus' influence. The two laid there for quite some time, not moving. Ysho lost consciousness for a moment and his body began to change, wings shriveled up into his back as his red scales smoothed into pinkish white skin. The horns around his head and jaw line softened and fell loose as they turned to golden blonde hair, and beard. His thick muscled arms and legs thinned and shrunk and his neck shortened. Before long a human laid naked and passed out on the ground. A brown wing weakly closed around his body. Dragus' breath came out in struggled wheezing, his wounds were many and his strength waned. Old eyes struggled to remain open, and he couldn't move his head. ****** Athan and Bree crept towards the tower as Dragus had lifted off the ground behind them. They entered the monastery ruins unnoticed and searched for an entrance. The rubble made the monk's heart break, as he noticed the shattered bodies of his brethren. They didn't get the proper burial that they deserved. He swore to himself that when this was all over he would give them what they deserved. The shiny tower extruded out of the ground as if it had erected from within the earth. It most likely had. They moved around it, searching for a door, but they didn't have any luck. The kitsune angled towards a spot Athan could have sworn shifted in color. He focused his gaze on it and decided it had to be just a trick of the light. Bree said, as she approached the obsidian tower, "It's pulsing with demonic energy, perhaps it doesn't work the same as our world." Athan didn't understand what she meant and looked at her quizzically. How could it be different while in their world? Even the dream state tower had a door... He thought about it and realized it didn't. The monks had found an unfinished hole in the side of that tower. With a deep thought he realized that, that green tinted tower didn't have any windows or doors either. The kitsune crept up to the black surface and tentatively raised her hand. The obsidian pulsed and flashed before their eyes, and a doorway formed. It must have recognized her demonic taint, as Athan considered it. He couldn't come up with a better reason that a door would simply open for them, unless they were expected. He had to think positively though, quickly following Bree through the passageway. The kitsune no longer wore the rags he had met her in. The dragon's flames during that encounter rendered them useless. For all intents and purposes she was naked, with a thin layer of orange fur with tiger-like black stripes. Luckily he didn't have to worry about looking down, because her five tails kept her naughty bits from his gaze. She normally kept two tails wrapped around her waist like a belt, which kept that side covered, leaving just her lovely chest exposed. Athan did his best to keep eye contact any time they talked. Her unique orange eyes helped out on that front. They were enchanting. The tunnel they crept through reminded him of the green tinted tower but nothing could compare the two. This tower pulsed with evil intent. He could feel it clearly, like heat from a fire. They followed along until a stairwell formed, as if the bowels of the tower had built it just for them. Athan had to duck his head on the climb up those steep stairs to prevent bashing his forehead. Around and around they went up the tight spiraling stairs, until a side passage opened up. Bree continued up as if she didn't see anything, but Athan paused. It spanned into a room with a rather low ceiling, which appeared unused and void of any furnishings. The monk almost continued at Bree's heels but a glint caught his eyes, and he stopped. On the far side, in the corner curled up in a ball, almost blending in, was Amber. No, wait he really had to stop doing that. So desperate he was to find the lesser succubus that all faces began to resemble hers. This woman didn't look anything like Amber. She had a round face with large eyes, and brown hair, and looked nothing like Amber, but maybe the woman knew where she was. Athan turned his head and found that Bree had kept going. A brief stop for information and he'd catch up, allowing this woman to escape the way they came in. He walked over to her with his arms held out, to show he meant no harm. The woman's body shook in fright. Her arms curled around her chest, with her face hidden. She peered out over her arm, eyes barely visible, and watched him approach. "It's ok, I'm here to free you. Are you hurt?" Besides the shaking, she didn't move as he got closer. The monk couldn't imagine what had been done to this woman. He didn't even want to think about what kind of torture Amber had been put through. First he had to make sure this woman could walk and set her free. As he got closer he noticed a thin chain hanging from her neck that led into the wall, vanishing from sight. This building sure was strange. "Can you walk out of here if I take this off you?" He reached out and touched the chain. A strong volt of energy struck his body hard, forcing him down to his knees. The woman shot forward, wrapping her arms around him, placing her head into his shoulder. He hadn't expected that, and struggled to keep his bearings as his vision blurred. The woman's breath came in short gasps, blowing over his skin feeling pleasantly warm. The monk kept moving the muscles in his face. That energy bolt knocked his senses for a loop, and he was unable to react to the woman pressing against him. He felt something cold against his neck, and realized the same ring that had been around her neck had formed around his. It even had a chain extending to the wall. No, wait, that voltage of energy had transferred the device to him, freeing her. It all hit him at once, just as she spoke into his ear. A deep sultry voice whispered, "Thank you." All of a sudden he could feel her hard nipples pressed against his chest. Her voice didn't sound like a defeated prisoner. The monk rolled his eyes as he realized he'd fallen for a trap. Her wet tongue teased at his ear lobe. Athan luckily found himself not in the mood and reached up to rip the device off his neck. "Argh!" He screamed as powerful energy sparked through his body at the touch. The woman giggled into his neck as she placed kisses upon his skin. "You can't touch." Her hands scratched down his back. One circled around his waist; inching ever closer between his legs. The monk struggled to regain focus. The last bolt of electricity sent his mind spiraling out of control. The woman planted wet kisses along his jaw line, closing in for a passionate kiss. Two orange tails wrapped tightly around each of her wrists and forced her hands off him. "You should follow your own advice, hun." Coming out of nowhere, Bree forced the unknown woman's hands to touch the metal device. Painful energy coursed through her body as the kitsune pulled Athan back, out of reach. "And you should be more careful!" Athan looked back at her incredulously. "I thought she was a prisoner that might know where Amber is." "This is the fortress of a sexual demon. She might have been a prisoner at first, but her mind is gone. The person she used to be is no more." "We have to hurry before this happens to Amber!" He quickly stood up and bashed the back of his head against the ceiling. He had forgotten how low it had been. "It may already be too late. You have to be prepared for that." She gave a sigh as she watched him rashly stand up. "No, it can't be too late. I have to save her!" He grabbed her hand and quickly returned to the stairs, never looking back towards the chained woman. He couldn't believe he had been that foolish, and swore to be on his guard from here on out. Bree followed close behind, squeezing his hand with her own. Athan liked Bree. She was very nice. He found her appearance to be odd but liked the uniqueness and the way she carried herself. Someday he'd have to hear how she had met his mentor. The thought made him think of his mentor and how powerful he had become. An idea came to mind. Green energy filled his vision as he reached out with his own power. He pictured Amber and sought her location. The tower had other ideas. The evil pulsating energy around them surged. Images implanted themselves into his mind. Naughty images of what that woman could have done to him. Even more of what he could do to Bree! He had to stop and shake his head. Those were not proper thoughts to have right now. The kitsune collided into him as he suddenly stopped, he turned to face her. SLAP! She shouted at him, "Snap out of it Athan, and don't ever look at me like that again!" The tower was pushing and prodding at their minds, but somehow she held together. The hand print on his cheek stung but it helped him focus. "I'm sorry, this place is driving me nuts. One minute I'm fine and the next images are thrown into my head and I can't shake them loose." "Follow your heart and ignore your head for a while. It'll do you some good." She had words of wisdom that sparked within his chest. She must really love Yshomatsu. He smiled at the thought, his mentor deserved to be happy. All they had to do was remove the thorn in his side, the thorn he had released upon the world to wreak havoc as she saw fit. The monk took a deep breath and continued up the stairs, promptly heeding her advice and ignoring his head, especially all those images. His lesser mind pulsed regardless, clearly enjoying the tower's effects. Each step up the stairs caused his trousers to rub against the growing nuisance between his legs, encouraging its growth. Bree had pulled her hand free before slapping him and the monk had hoped that without her touching him, his mind would stop thinking of her. It didn't, merely her presence affected him. Athan couldn't imagine being trapped inside this tower for days or weeks. It had an effect after only a quarter of an hour. He understood now why that chained woman had acted the way she did. He'd most likely have been in worse shape if it was him trapped there. The stairs felt like they ascended forever, and his legs were on fire. A soft melody began to play in response to his protesting body. The music relaxed his worry and concern; melting it away and leading him onward. He hardly noticed how another part of his body reacted. Blood surged down between his legs. ****** Bright orange orbs stared off ahead as the kitsune climbed the steep stairs behind her lover's former student. She could feel the tower's aura pressing against her mind. She did her best to push back against it, ignoring its lure, a process much easier said than done. It didn't help that her vision was filled with a man's tight ass. She didn't have any feelings for him besides caring for his wellbeing. Yshomatsu spoke of him often and with pride, believing his student to have matured into a strong young man. Bree agreed but laughed at the notion. Both Ysho and Athan were over a hundred years old. They should be wise old men with knowledge beyond her years. And in a way they both were, but they still acted young, which was good, considering. They cared very deeply for the world and mourned the loss of so many friends, and innocents. They had learned that Dragus, an ancient dragon, had been the source of their unknown powers. They both had taken the news with joyful relief, glad to know it hadn't been demonic in nature. The dragon had become like a father figure to them both in a short amount of time. She cared very deeply for Yshomatsu and wanted to keep his former student safe. She didn't want to be thinking of his cute butt and the way it flexed with each step he took. She had been in such deep thought that she didn't notice the quiet music playing, as if it poured out of the tower walls. The obsidian surface adjusted its attack as they resisted its primal strikes against their minds. Her pussy flowed and wet her thighs as it dripped down her legs. The way she had handled that woman with the broken mind was hot! All that time being in control as Ysho fought against the demonic influence had caused her to like being in control. It also proved to be her saving grace with that ghostly pale woman outside the cave entrance awhile back. A hand gingerly pressed against her thigh as her tails waved hypnotically behind her out of habit. She took strong breaths in through her nose, out through her mouth, all in an attempt to stop her mind from wandering. When she had noticed him looking back at her earlier she had to slap him. It was the only way not to give in to the desires they both felt. She had to act strong so that he could keep moving. Yet it had left her heart pounding. If he had known how much she had wanted to pull him down and attack his lips with her own, they wouldn't stand a chance with saving the world. They would have been no better off than that woman back there chained to the wall. Bree for one wasn't in any hurry to get back to serving the succubus. She liked having freewill and intended to keep it. Movement in the corner of her eye caused her to stop. The wall moved, images of people rubbing up against one another formed in the glassy surface. Just what she needed. To be distracted by the tower as she struggled to suppress her sexual desires. She quickly took another step and turned forward, slamming face first into another wall. The staircase was gone, and with it, Athan! The kitsune beat her fists against the wall and called out, hoping he would hear her. After a full minute and her palms were sore she stopped. The clever tower had tricks up its sleeves after all, as if it had a mind of its own. That wasn't good. During her struggle her gaze fixed on a couple banging each other. Their faces called out to her, begging her to join them. She turned around and found herself boxed in, walls had closed around her. Had she walked into a trap without noticing? Bree crossed her arms under her chest and tried to think, a task that proved virtually impossible with all those images floating around the wall surface. Not to mention the music that her pussy lips were throbbing in tune with. Wait, when did music start playing? Each time the images stretching out of the wall thrust into each other the music struck a deep note. Her pussy twitched each time. Just great! How could she resist watching the images when her body reacted to every stroke as if each were a real touch? She started to feel claustrophobic. Each breath became harder than the last and she found herself leaning forward. The female silhouette bent over in front of her reached out and the kitsune rested into her embrace. The obsidian texture of the female felt warm and inviting. Another one pressed up behind her. Bree's eyes shot open when something warm pressed against her naked nether region. The phallus snapped her out of whatever trance she had fallen into. Instantly five tails started whipping around, striking anything that moved. The walls vibrated and the music cut off, and the images retreated into the glassy surface. Bree watched the small box dissipate, expanding into a wide hallway. She fell to her knees and fought the urge to reach between her legs. Instead she decided to press her thighs tightly together. The distant walls began to hum again. Bree looked around, taking deep breaths. She had a plan, and she would have to be quick before the tower regained its confidence. There was another discolored spot down the hallway. If she focused enough she could see it. It shifted just like before when she first approached the tower. She had assumed that the spot would allow her entrance to the tower, and she had been right. The walls sung their hypnotic music louder and she knew her window of opportunity would be running out. With a bounce she returned to her feet and headed towards that spot. The area had a slight green tint to it as she pressed her hand against it. Energy sparked and a door frame formed, but didn't open. Bree pressed both hands firmly against it and the area gave way slightly. Green vapor spilled forth from the cracks and she could have sworn it sounded like high pitched giggling. A quick glance behind her revealed the obsidian wall silhouettes were back and the wall and had closed in a few inches. She pressed harder and a little more gave way, more of that vapor flowed out. Bree could feel the warmth closing in behind her, she pushed with all her might. Warm hands caressed her back. The section gave way and the kitsune fell forward, face first into a thick green fog. It felt like falling into a thousand hands eager to catch you. A loud echo filled the small room, sounding like stone sliding into place. The door had replaced itself. Each time she tried to brace herself and get up her hands would sink into the green cloud. The walls began to beat heavily, causing her pussy to twitch. A muffled moan sounded at her left. She turned to see Amber, hanging by chains attached to her wrists. The countless hands began to massage her body in tune with the music, and she let out her own moan. Any quick movement temporarily destroyed the formed hands. Her tails worked hard to keep them off, but they formed back up almost instantly. Caught floating in the air mere inches away from Amber. Some savior she turned out to be! If Bree didn't figure something out quick she'd end up like the lesser succubus. Amber's hips rocked back and forth into a few misty hands. The rest of her body hung limply and her eyes were foggy, glazed over. A low, sinister voice whispered into the kitsune's ears. "Little kitty got caught, already wet and dripping." "The mistress gave strict orders forbidding little succubus from coming." "No such orders for you, little kitty." Three distinctly different sultry voices spoke into her ears as she felt a hand slap hard against her ass. "Oww!" Bree whipped her tails harder in an attempt to free herself. Those three voices giggled. A hand violently grabbed each tail and pulled. Bree cried out with real pain this time as her ass lifted up. Her own hands flaring around wildly, caught in an endless fall. She had that feeling where your gut rises up into your chest. It felt like she would collide into the floor at any second. It didn't help that the walls kept playing their music and her pussy was throbbing. Succubus Inquisition Ch. 06 "Kitty needs to relax." "How can kitty relax as we give her something to scream about?" "I'll give her something to scream about!" A wet, rough tongue licked along her slit. Bree's eyes bulged out of their sockets as she snapped her head around, only to see three sets of bright green sparks looking back at her. They had no form, just bright orbs within the thick mist. The tongue kept lapping at her sex. She couldn't deny a moan, it felt amazing. It was just what her body ached for! The music and constant beats from the four walls had her on edge. It didn't take long. The tongue pressed between her nether lips and a hand strummed her clit. Her body tensed up and sure enough, she screamed! The tongue lapped eagerly at her flowing juices. A pulse wave flowed through the mist and it became thicker. Exhausted, the kitsune had long since given up swinging her arms around. Her nipples begged to be twisted and her hands couldn't resist obeying. "Agh!" Another sexy voice screamed out. The kitsune's climax had awoken the lesser succubus. Her glazed over eyes stared down at the kitsune's wet pussy and she licked her lips. Bree slowly recovered from her moment of weakness and looked into Amber's eyes. She saw no sign of the woman she had met at the cave. Those eyes only craved one thing, sex. Amber fought against her binds, desperate to reach her. Bree tried to form words but the tongue never ceased lapping at her sex, it even felt more real, if that was even possible. Lips pressed against her sex and sucked hard as the tongue kept flicking. "Kitty wants to come again, doesn't she?" "Kitty will make little succubus jelly if she keeps cumming." "Mmhmmm hehe." The third voice mumbled, her mouth full of kitsune snatch! Bree whimpered as she felt another climax building within her core. If these beings gained strength with each climax she was in trouble. It took all her willpower but an idea formed. Amber's cries for attention didn't help her concentrate, yet somehow she managed. Blue sparks formed within the palms of her hands, until the sparks formed into balls of light. The three beings within the mist looked directly at them, and. . . FLASH! The blue orbs exploded in bright flashes that blinded everyone but Bree, whom had her eyes tightly closed. The countless hands caressing her body fell away and she plummeted to the ground in a heap. The kitsune climbed to her feet and noticed three translucent women standing against the wall. They were confused and out of place. Now was her chance! Bree quickly turned and slashed her sharp nails across the tight chains. Amber fell into her arms, her body slack and exhausted. Bree smoothed out the woman's hair and spoke smoothly into her ear. "It's going to be ok, we're getting out of here." Amber looked up and watched the kitsune's mouth move with each word. She pounced, all of a sudden life returned to her muscles. She was free and nothing would stop her. Bree gasped in shock as the lesser succubus' lips mashed against hers. Amber's sudden body weight forced the kitsune to fall back as Amber pulled one of her prey's legs up to her shoulder. Bree's body formed an L shape with her leg sticking straight up. A wet pussy pressed against her own. It had all happened so fast Bree couldn't comprehend it. One second she had been consoling Amber and the next they were scissoring. They both gasped, and moaned. Amber became more frustrated with each flex of her hips. The kitsune couldn't understand why as she screamed out and her body convulsed. Giggling broke Bree out of her haze. Those three translucent women were staring at her with wide smiles, they were less see-through than before. The room's thick fog never vanished when Bree interrupted them with her spell. Amber kept humping against her and a thick layer of fog raised them off the ground. The thick bedding of fog continued to rise until Bree's hands were encased up to her wrists. Even her tails and leg were swallowed up. She couldn't move, effectively trapped. "No more tricks, little kitty!" "You're ours now!" "Our delicious play toy!" Bree rolled her eyes back as her body shook once again. The direct contact from Amber turned out to be exactly what her body needed. The fog/bedding began to move. It felt like a million little hands kneading into her flesh, working out all the kinks. Those three woman walked over to them, swaying their hips with each step, placing one foot in front of another. "D-don-don't!" Bree gasped out as Amber began to kiss and lick her foot, it tickled and she couldn't escape it. One of the mist women closed in behind Amber and rubbed her shoulders. Another knelt between them, leaning down and kissing Bree's pelvic bone, inching closer to her clit. The third knelt down and stared into Bree's orange orbs with a grin. "Little succubus told us all her secrets. Wouldn't you like to, as well?" "No-nope! N-nnot gonna happen!" She spat back weakly between gasps. Amber leaned forward, causing Bree to make a grunt as her leg stretched down with her. "Secrets for cum!" Amber cried out desperately, as if begging Bree to comply. The woman between them somehow remained there, impossibly licking at her clit. The one standing behind Amber nodded down at her. All the odds were stacked against her. Another climax built within her. There would be no stopping it from breaking what little concentration she had left. "Secrets to cum, secrets to cum, secrets to CUM!" Amber moaned out in frustration, violently bucking her hips. The lesser succubus' warm breath blew into Bree's face. She had to resist! Bree couldn't stop flexing back into Amber, it felt so good. The tower beat its music in tune with their hips. The kitsune felt like the world had ganged up on her, even her body joined the conspiracy. The powerful knot in her gut exploded, and she gushed out in orgasmic bliss, screaming at the top of her lungs. Each of the three mist beings sighed with pleasure as her sexual energy flowed into them. She couldn't think. Her mind had shut down as her body shook for the umpteenth time. No secrets came to mind considering that fact. Amber had been reduced to a wanton husk desperate for climax, and willing to do anything to achieve it. Bree on the other hand, received climax after climax and couldn't force herself to think even if she tried. Her shaking body relaxed into a post-orgasmic daze, but Amber's didn't. The lesser succubus snarled at the mist women. It appeared she had had enough of their teasing. She lashed out, swinging her arms. Each time her sharp nails penetrated one of them they burst out into green mist with a pleasant sigh. She leaped up in pursuit as they reformed around her, leaving Bree alone on the green bed. With the kitsune's last climax that bedding continued to swell up, swallowing more of Bree's body. Her entire lower body sank into it, including her arms, leaving her chest, neck, and head exposed. If Bree had thought Amber's scissoring had felt good she was in for a surprise. Inside the mattress of green mist were billions of little feelers, all pressing against her body, moving constantly. A large phallus formed and pressed against her slit. If she had been able to move she would have bucked into it. She pleaded for Amber, mouth open to protest, but no sound formed. The phallus surged into her wet pussy, causing her eyes to bug out. The kitsune's intent had been to rescue the red headed succubus, a task that she had utterly failed, caught by the very creation that kept Amber on edge. Only they had no orders of restraint for Bree. She couldn't even count how many orgasms they had inflicted upon her. Her mind blanked out, overwhelmed with pleasure. Those bright orange orbs glazed over as she lazily watched Amber fight an impossible battle. The three women in green puffed out into clouds of mist only to reform. Each time, they moaned and sighed until the room echoed with their sexual humor. The lesser succubus continued to strike, her mind lost to the ever growing need to climax. Bree could hardly watch as her eyes fluttered with each thrust invading her body. Pleasure of unimaginable heights rocked her body, every inch consumed by the dense green mist mattress caressing her body. It felt like thousands of tiny hands urging her body to submit. Resistance had melted from her mind, regardless of their touch. She felt her pussy tighten, squeezing the invading phallus. Another powerful climax slowly rose within her body. The mist-formed yet quite solid dick sped up as the mattress undulated along her body. The bedding pulled at her hair, causing the kitsune to moan. The mist pulled hard on her hair, forcing her back, enough to let the mist begin to tease at her large chest. The powerful phallus continued to take her breath away. Her next climax approached quickly. Deep down Bree knew it would be the last orgasm before the mist wrapped tightly around her whole body. The inner explosion would seal her fate. Her wanton cries tuned out the obsidian wall's music. No longer did she care about anything except that approaching ecstasy. It crept up on her like ocean tides receding into the coming tsunami. The kitsune's vision blurred and her body tingled all over, as if hyperventilating. She barely heard Amber scream out in frustration. The world slowly began to fade away as the pleasure coursed through her body in waves. Yet the lesser succubus hadn't screamed per-se. The climax deprived woman had had enough of her tormentors and done the first thing her instincts told her to. She cast a sleeping spell and yelled out the incantation at the top of her lungs. The three green mist women had been too caught up with their teasing to react in time. "Clever little succubus..." "This... 'Yawn' I-is only a setback." "Little kitty's sexual energy is part of us now..." The spell cast out, vibrating throughout the room. Amber quickly turned and snatched up Bree, flinging her out of the cloud of mist. The three women and the mattress exploded in a puff and evaporated. A throaty moan filled the room before the last of them vanished from sight. Bree laid upon the ground, her body spasming. "Aww did I interrupt?" A hoarse whisper met her twitching ears. The lesser succubus leaned over as if to inspect her, only to suddenly shoot upright. With glazed over eyes she looked off to the corner and up; as if she could see something through the obsidian wall. "Master!" She whispered to herself before disappearing from Bree's blurry sight. The world spun and her body shook. It needed rest and her system locked down, slowly her eye lids closed and the world went black. ****** Yshomatsu woke up in a puddle of warm blood. He inspected himself and sighed in relief. The blood wasn't his own. A large wing covered his exposed body and the memories flooded his mind. They had attacked the demon... He had fallen from grace with but a simple look from the succubus. Her words wormed their way into his mind, bending his will to her own. It had ended up just as he had feared. He couldn't fight her. His presence only compromised the mission. A sharp wheezing sound caught his attention. Dragus' breathing came in sharp whistle sounding breaths. Yet the large lizard weakly opened his blood shot eyes as the monk sat up. "I'm so sorry! I should have realized her powers would have a hold on me." He crawled to the dragon's head. Tired eyes tracked his movement and the lizard spoke between coughs. "Not... Your fault. You musst... 'Cough' a ssecret I protect, a hidden gate. The gateway to heav.. 'Cough' go there." A spectacular image appeared in his mind of an impossibly large golden gate, framed by towers of gold. Somehow he knew the gate's location just by peering at the image. "Plead for help!" Dragus fell into a coughing fit before continuing. "The Angelss musst reply..." "Angels?" The monk questioned. But no reply came. The large, bloodshot eyes stared, unblinking. A single tear fell down the monk's cheek. The beast that had almost eaten him alive less than a week ago. . . Ceased breathing. In that short amount of time Dragus had become more than just a friend. He had become a teacher, a father figure. Yshomatsu felt horrible. His own actions had led to the dragon's death. The last of his kind, forever lost to the world. Guardians against evil, destroyed. Evil would run rampart in the world. He couldn't even fight back against Meridiana. The task would fall onto his former student. The monk leaned back on his heels, palms against his face. All hope left his spirit. He couldn't just leave and condemn Athan to fall prey to the demon. But neither could he interfere, the result would likely be the same as now. The death of Dragus left a void in his chest. He would just have to believe in the dragon's last wish. These Angels he spoke of... They'd be the world's saving grace. If they truly existed... The monk took a deep breath and pictured his crimson form. Slowly his weakened body shifted. Large wings flapped and the red dragon flew off. His destination clear. ****** Athan climbed another circled set of steps, not trusting himself to look back. The red hand print on his cheek still stung. It reminded him that the kitsune shouldn't be objectified. She had become his friend over the short time he'd known her. The slap didn't insult or offend him, only snapped him back to reality, as she had intended. This tower pulsed with evil, demonic energy. They had come to stop the demon that ruled within, and free Amber. His love? The thought still felt strange. She had been bound to him. Feelings were going to pop up eventually through the bond but he didn't believe it was love. Yet neither were those feelings friends with benefits. She felt like more to him than that, just not quite love. The point of the matter simply being that she meant more to him than he thought. The stair case leveled out. A grand throne room opened before him. Large obscene statues--- crafted from the same glassy black material as the tower--- framed a path, leading to an oversized chair. The statues depicted demons striking sultry poses. The throne itself rose up on a platform by a few feet. A couple of steps connected it to the pathway. His attention however had been focused on the red skinned woman wearing a form fitting black dress that hardly contained her tits. She sat on the large throne room chair. Her left leg lazily hanging up and over the arm rest, stretching her dress, exposing her other leg. Her body curved with hands caressing her skin. Cat-like eyes stared at him with amusement. Yshomatsu's warnings didn't do her justice. The demon turned out to be more beautiful than he imagined. Words from that ancient book filtered into his mind. Physically weakest, yet possible the most dangerous demon of them all. Somehow he had stumbled onto the very succubus that should have been distracted outside by two large dragons. Athan turned to Bree, only to find she wasn't there. Only a plain obsidian wall greeted him, not even a stair case. His escape route appeared to have melted away, back into the floor. Panic filled his heart. A deep breath to steel his nerves and he turned back to face her, taking a few steps towards her. "Release Amber, or else!" Contempt formed on his lips as he mentally prepared the binding spell. It had worked once, it could work again. Sounds of movement caught his attention and he turned. An identical yet see-through demon stood behind him with her hips cocked, tail swaying back and forth. The monk's resolve shook, but held strong. More movement caused him to turn yet again. Meridiana leaned forward after swinging her leg down, placing her hands upon her knees. The elegant dress once again covered her smooth red legs. The amusement on her lips still present. "I would gladly comply with your. . . Ahem. . . request, but I am not convinced you are worthy of my child. Prove yourself worthy and you shall have her." "Prove myself worthy?" "Yes." She smiled warmly at him. "And how exactly would I prove myself worthy to a demon?" "By simply passing a test." Her eyes sparkled with mischief. "Remain in this room until dawn." "That's it? Just remain in the room till the sun rises? I smell a catch." She giggled. "Clever little monk." She licked her lips, causing a shiver to run up Athan's spine. "If you submit to my charms, you'll be mine. If you resist, Amber will be yours." "You can't touch me or use any of your magic on me!" He said, pointing back towards the mirror image of her. "You are indeed clever! I will not touch you until you ask me to." Her smile opened, revealing her pearl white fangs. "Smarter than your predecessor. I agree to your terms." "And I to yours." He glared at her with a serious expression, intent on beating her at her own game. Her amused smile widened as she reclined back into her seat. Athan spared a glance behind him and watched as the mirror image leaned back into the wall, moaning upon the touch. This would be easy if... No don't think like that, keep your guard up. Never underestimate your enemy, especially a demon. Ysho did just that, and look how it turned out! His sexual urges were in fact, aroused, thanks to the strange dark power of the tower. He thought about sitting down and meditating. It could work, or it could just pump more of the tower's energy into his system. Standing still would be possible, but painfully boring, his mind would wander. Athan decided to settle for idle conversation. The time would fly if he didn't pay attention to it. "So uh, what do you do for fun?" The lame question came out awkwardly. Athan mentally face palmed after the words left his mouth. "Fuck..." She said with a throaty moan, her hands slid down her legs, smoothing out the black material of her dress. Her head tilted to the side as she licked her lips. Athan let out a sigh. "No, I mean as, like a hobby. Not what you do for a living. I already know how you- uh, eat." His eyes couldn't resist following as her hands progressed back up her body, cupping those no doubt firm breasts. He quickly returned his gaze to her eyes, hoping she hadn't noticed. The smile upon her lips proved that she did. "When you love what you do for a living, it no longer feels like work. And I Love to fuck... I'm very good at it. Once you're between these lips." She opened her legs, causing the slit in her dress to spread. And ran a finger across her wet nether lips; drawing his gaze down with along with her hand. "You'll never want to leave." A shiver ran up his spine and he tore his eyes away. Looking off to the side, at anything, anything but her. A soft chuckle escaped her lips as he did so. She had him on edge and he didn't want to look down to confirm it, but he knew it. His dick throbbed. The demonic looking statues began to move, each playing with themselves exactly like Meridiana had been. The monk shook his head. It was a trick. It had to be! He blinked and they continued to move, staring at him with wanton lust, their eyes appeared as nothing more than black pools of oil. In fact their whole bodies had that look. Their hands roamed their bodies, caressing their curves and squeezing their tits. He turned back to Meridiana, she had an eye brow arched up. His mind raced, and his heart sped up. The terms were clear, no magic and no touching. But if he had really paid attention would her exact wording have meant anything? She had repeated that she wouldn't touch him until he asked her to, nothing about the magic. His mind raced, trying to think of ways to waste the time without getting close to any of them. One of the statues caught his eye as his eyes wandered around the room. The feminine statue made lewd gestures with her hands, as if jerking off an invisible dick. He took a step forward, his member twitched with each stroke of her hand. The monk shook his head. He had to get control of his body. The statue made a lecherous pout after he stopped advancing towards her.