0 comments/ 59644 views/ 5 favorites Genesis of the Succubus Ch. 2 By: virginartist Although this story has been in my head for 15 years, other writers inspired some of the details. I thank them for their contributions to my creativity. I hope they will take it as a complement, especially the hot writers on this web site. Thank God for Literotica.com! * * * * * As Rina gradually emerged from unconsciousness, darkness still surrounded her. Breezes caressed her skin, curiously hot one second, ice cold the next. She felt them everywhere over her shivering body, and wondered why. As she woke, she realized her body was completely stripped of clothing. Arched over a curved granite dais, her hands were cuffed together in cold metal bands, staked into the ground with a heavy chain. Her feet were similarly shackled, but her legs were not stretched to their full length. Instead, her thighs were splayed open to the fullest extent, metal bands holding her knees against the rough granite surface. In this position, her cunt became completely exposed. To hold her firm to the arc of the dais, a stone phallus had been carved from the rock. Covered with cedar oil, it impaled her ass, filling her rectum. She tried to scream, but a metal bit placed in her mouth over her tongue prevented anything but the lowest moan. As she became accustomed to the exquisite violation of her person, her hips bucked slowly against the surface, scrapping the skin. Her cunt ran wet, audibly dripping onto the granite. After an interminable time, Rina felt another presence. She heard a low, muttering voice, and felt a sponge carefully washing her body like a mother washes her infant. "Amazing, amazing, what is he up to now? Don't get one of these down here everyday. Not a live one anyway," said the wheezy voice. Rina moaned, alerting the being to her wakefulness. "Well then, you're awake now! Your human, that's why you can't see down here. Well, a live one anyway," he started to babble as he sponged her arms, lifting them to wash underneath. "You'll be right and tight, soon enough, if you do what your told. Although I can't imagine what he is up to! Amazing! Amazing! You're probably thirsty. Nod you head if you promise not to speak. I'll loosen your bit and slack your thirst, but you mustn't speak!" As Rina nodded, he lifted up her head with his palm, bringing a bowl to her lips. As he tilted the bowl, some of the fluid splashed on her neck and check, but Rina was past caring, gulping as much as she could. The liquid was thick and sweet, sweeter than the sweetest wine she'd ever tasted, but with a curious salty aftertaste. "Must drink it all! We must keep our promises!" he said, as he forced Rina to drink past satedness. When she was finished, she realized the intent - the fluid had bloated her elongated stomach. The fullness caused her back to bow and her ass cheeks to clutch the phallus tighter. As her arching and moaning rhythmically increased, she felt his had firmly massaging her stomach, escalating her throbbing and craving for a cock ten fold. Finally, her body succumbed, releasing piss in a wide gush down her legs. With a giggle, the little man said, "Now that's more like it, the body must be purified!" She sensed an oiled metal nozzle creeping its way past the stone phallus. Rina wondered what other physical ways they would find to despoil her body. The answer was not long in coming - liquid rushed past the nozzle in her anus into her bowels. As her belly started to bloat again, the fullness invaded every inch of her being. The creatures' hands gave her stomach little pats, " Yes, yes, just right, just right - and tight! But you must hold it with all your might!" Rina then felt his claws lightly stroking her cunt. His nails spread the lips of her labia wide - extending the moist cavity and securing it with wide metal clamps. The pinches sent lightening through her cunt all the way up her spine, causing her quiver with the delight. The clamps hooked to chains secured onto a harness around her hips. How much more could they expose her, open her? Suddenly, she felt a stinging pain on her clit. Now she realized with her cunt had been revealed! The being continuously thrashed her pussy and nipples screaming, "Hold it! Hold it!" When the ache became overpowering, Rina's body gave a final tremor, her body becoming taut with the pleasure of her orgasm. Her bowels cut lose, releasing the fluid in waves over her legs. As she entered la petite morte, she wondered how it could be better with another person...or several? Blackness claimed her again. Genesis of the Succubus Ch. 3 Although this story has been in my head for 15 years, other writers inspired some of the details. I thank them for their contributions to my creativity. I hope they will take it as a complement, especially the hot writers on this web site. Thank God for Literotica.com! * * * * * As Rina stirred, she couldn't be sure of her situation. Panting as if she'd just finished a race, Rina reclined on the earth, her back against a rough stone wall. She wasn't naked or restrained; a heavy velvet robe covered her body. As Rina became accustomed to her surroundings, she sighed with relief - she could see! Curiously, the dim, cold light came not from above, but from beneath. Rina crawled to the glow, scrapping her palms as she edged over small, sharp rocks she couldn't see. When she reached the periphery, she saw a large cavern with two wide outcroppings separating a deep chasm. The bottom couldn't be seen - it burned with a cold sliver flame that radiated no heat. Rina shivered, pulling the robe's abundant folds more securely around her body. She saw the robe was red - a little color in a gray cold world! While she rested at a safe distance from the verge, the temperature dropped further. With a rumble, a passageway materialized behind her. She turned, and saw a tunnel illuminated with sunlight. That was the way out. As Rina stumbled toward it, a soft rustling reached her ears. Across the abyss, a tall figure emerged from the shadows. Large masculine hands pulled back a hood, revealing her rescuer's face. The reaming in the stable seemed like a lifetime away. The earth continued to quake around them. Which way led to safety? As she hesitated, he held out his hand. Luke's distant voice called out, "Come to me!" As Rina looked back at the tunnel, she new that path led to safety, what did the other lead to? The stranger on the other side of the chasm enticed her. That way was not safe, but so seductive. His allure caressed her skin. Rina despaired at the thought of following the tunnel and never having those feelings again! The cold light enveloped her as she turned her back on the daylight and took a flying leap over the chasm. Rina didn't fall, instead, she went from the hold of the light to his embrace. Luke surrounded her securely with his black velvet robe. "You should be a stranger to me..." Rina murmured. "You had to capitulate to passion - without losing your reason!" muttered Luke, as he studied her face and body for injury. When he came to her bleeding hands, he soothed them with his lips and tongue. Rina had never felt anything like it. The moisture from his breath pooled against her skin. His satin tongue laved at the tiny, flowing cuts. She stared into his eyes as he slowly drew each finger into his mouth. The sensuous movements of his mouth made her clit throb and cunt burn. Soon, the craving surged, swelling her breasts and causing her to lean harder into Luke's body for support. When he completed his ministrations, he clasped both her hands in one of his. Luke tightened the embrace with his other arm. Rina swooned, but did not faint. * * * * * As Rina became aware of her surroundings again, she flinched, but a velvet weight against her breasts held her in place. Total darkness surrounded her again. Her hips undulated into a mound of silky fur pelts over stone beneath her bare body. The chilled air cooled her skin, but her loins still pulsed. Rina's arms stretched above her head, her wrists trussed again, but not in metal. One large fist imprisoned them. When Rina started to strain against her captor, a voice - Luke's - spoke in dulcet tones. "Relax, you're safe," said Luke. His other hand caressed her from neck to breast, his thumb bore down heavily on her nipple. Rina began to pant as the supple pad of his thumb made small circles around her hardening bud. He tweaked it, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. As Rina's back bowed, she recognized the velvet weight imprisoning her was his chest - and the REST of him. Rina resisted again, inducing a chuckle from Luke. He rubbed her clit with what she was trying to evade - his cock. Luke swallowed her next moan with the silkiest kiss imaginable. "For such an avid masochist, you really are an innocent aren't you? Such a paradox!" murmured Luke, gently kissing her lips again, then laving the curve of her bottom lip with his tongue. He trailed his kisses over her chin and down her neck. Rina's head arched back, giving him better entrée to the sweep of skin along her jugular. Stretching with his free hand, Luke clasped her hands with his palm to palm. As he continued his leisurely phallic assault on her clit, he lowered their hands. Releasing her, he seized her ass, circled her rosebud with his fingers, and braced her hips more securely against his. Rina sighed, instead of resisting with her free hands, she rubbed her fingertips down his spine. The other hand palmed his buttocks, urging him on in his slow torture. When she emulated his touch at his anus, Luke moaned and began to writhe against her, caressing her with his entire body. She could feel each muscle under his skin straining next to her softness. He bent down, collecting a nipple in his mouth, and began to suckle. Rina thought she'd suffered passion, but Luke's languid movements escalated until she couldn't be passive any longer. Her legs wrapped around his hips, her feet moved deftly from his waist to the backs of his thighs. Rina's hands ventured lower until she reached his loins. She cupped his smooth balls in one hand, and clutched the base of his cock in the other. She gasped as she realized her hand couldn't encompass his width. When Rina vacillated, Luke tutored her in the motions until she had the way of it. He rewarded her with deepening kisses; his tongue initiating her to further intimacies as he coaxed her mouth open. As she returned her fingers to his ass, Rina grew bolder. She smoothly parted his flesh, gliding her fingers in and out. Before she knew it, her entire fist thrust into his anus. It was Rina's turn to chuckle when Luke rasped in surprise. "Little devil, I always knew you were my match." Luke muttered. Rina fisted him steadily, matching his lunges against her pelvis. He retaliated by placing his cockhead just inside her gushing portal, teasing her with lingering, shallow, brutal thrusts that left her yearning for completion. "I can feel the storm inside rouse you, waiting for freedom. You'll plead for my cock to split your throbbing cunt before I'm through, you little tormenter!" Luke trailed deep kisses and savage bites from chin to breast. Rina could only moan and shudder as she arced against him, awed at his mastery of her body. She clutched at the hard body dominating hers as they undulated against each other. She didn't think it possible to further arouse the fires racing through her veins, but Luke plagued her cunt, escalating her rapture with letting her orgasm. At length, Rina shattered, Her scream came for the depths of her soul, "Please, please, I cannot endure it!" Luke's voice rang in her mind, his tone as calm as the still, black waters of a cavern lake, "Tell me what you desire, what you need." Rina eagerly keened, "I want only you. Unite us in all ways; rip my cunt open with your cock. Impale me on it!" Rina groaned as he abandoned her cunt completely. His hands pinned her hips to the fur covered stone. Immobilized, she couldn't relieve the burning of her loins. Luke arched back, plunging his hips forward savagely, and embedded his cock deep in her flesh. She screamed in pain and pleasure as his cockhead tore through her hymen. As Luke started to slowly plunge into her depths, the tip of his cock rasped against her womb. Her body clung to his, pulsating and pumping against him. They rock against each other, rutting and grunting like animals. Their bodies undulating together didn't seem human any longer. Luke's dick grew thicker and longer as the tempo increased. She felt like she had a log wedged between her legs. He ground his hips into hers, then pulled out. He scraped his claws down her breasts, then pushed her legs open to the breaking point. Rina thrashed and moaned as the tempest raged through her body without release. She begged and pleaded for his cock. Finally, arcing over her body, he gripped her breasts with his claws. As his lengthening fangs bit into her jugular, the cock descended to fill her again. As their flesh joined, the pressure sent a convulsing climax through Rina. Luke let out a roar as his balls tightened and disgorged waves of cum deep into her womb. Rina basked in the sensations churning through her body, Luke continued to press his hard cock into her. Slowly she regained control of her muscles. As she opened her eyes, brilliant lights and colors flashed and sparkled. Luke's beautiful, contented face hovered over her - set into the hard, muscular, blood-red body of a demon. "Not Luke - Lucifer!" cried Rina, as she fainted - again. As she drifted into darkness, his musical voice pierced her consciousness, "You really ought to overcome this penchant for le petite morte!" Genesis of the Succubus Ch. 4 Warmth swathed Rina like an eiderdown quilt as she stirred. Even as her eyes remained closed, she perceived brilliant lights around her in red and orange and purple. Her apparent nudity didn't surprise her. The fire in her cunt did-how it moved through her body along her bones. It shimmered, pooled, and grew between her legs, then branched out along her spine to her breast and shoulder blades, and caused her back to arch. It moved into her cheeks, throbbed at her temples, and crossed her forehead. Fire curled her toes and caused her hands to clench-just as the walls of her cunt clenched with the blaze. Her body undulated to a cadence she couldn't alter. Rina hung from a chain, wrists trussed together in heavy manacles. Her thighs were set at right angles from her torso, feet dangling to the ground. An unyielding metal harness circled her hips and spread her thighs to reveal her dripping cunt. Her eyes gazed up at her hands imprisoned in their golden restraints. She looked down-and caught her breath-Lucifer's beautiful face driven deeply into her cunt. His slightly forked satin tongue caressed her clit and burrowed deeply in her vagina-it set the rhythm of her writhing. His large velvet-soft palms seized her buttocks; talons parted her cheeks and delved into her rectum. The fire in her veins took on a new meaning as it burgeoned under her skin, through her muscles and organs and into her bones. Under Lucifer's nurturing her clit was growing, hardening, lengthening. Rina's pubic lips distended to accommodate - what? Rina floated on sea of endless delight. The slowly building pleasure hurled her into mindless, animalistic Need. Lucifer ruthlessly persisted in his assault-he had all the time in the world. As his long tongue plunged into her portal, her hot honey-oozing muscles seized it as tightly as any dick. Finally, the forked tip of his tongue achieved her cervix. He squeezed and plucked it like he had her nipples. Under his cosseting she felt it pulse and swell. Soon he pushed into the cervix and opened it for his delectation. Lucifer altered his ministrations. No longer licking and caressing her clit and cunt, Lucifer established a hold on the core of her body-her womb. When she tried to pull back, he snared her by forcing his sharp fangs deep into her pelvic bone. Rina keened when the pain-pleasure hit her heart and traveled up her spine to swirl across her skin. As he clutched her hips, she felt his whisper in her mind, "To have what you crave, you must willingly surrender all-heart, mind, and every single inch of your body to me. As I will devote all my being to my true mate." Rina could only sigh in response, finally she gasped, "All of me, to you." With that, she plunged her hips deep into his mouth, and caused his fangs to stab deep into the arteries and veins in her mons. Menses from her womb and blood from her heart cascaded over his tongue. Ecstasy propelled both into a near swoon. Her hips lurching forward, he tilted his head back, slowly devouring her wine-red essence. As she hung wilted from exhaustion, Lucifer lifted her from the chains and placed her tenderly on the stone altar. Lucifer gazed at Rina's supine body. Already her willing response to his seduction had wreaked havoc upon her. By human standards, she matured into the most beautiful of women. No longer dumpy, her body had truly evolved. Rina's orgasms initiated the lengthening of her torso and the narrowing of her hips. His cock would wedge nicely into the gracefully cleft of her buttocks. At present, in a few moments of rest, her hands stroked her swollen breasts-now gorgeously rounded with large, hard nipples. Roped muscles tightened under her satin skin, each well defined. Long legs looked as if they had been fashioned to clasp and ride his waist - which, of course, they had. Rina's face, however, stole his breath. It was now elegantly angular. Sumptuous lips pursed under prominent cheekbones and huge eyes framed with heavy black lashes. No longer mouse-brown, her ebony hair cascaded in waves about her. She walked in beauty; any man would sell his soul to probe into the mysteries of her body. Lucifer, on the other hand, was not human. He required a mate of his own flesh, not a human concubine. Rina must be equal to him in all things; his destiny required it. To fulfill the binding, she now needed to participate not only in her seduction and metamorphosis; she must initiate it, knowing she would forfeit her humanity for eternal rapture. On his altar, Rina persisted to undulate. After ascending the stone, Lucifer shrouded her body with his length. He drew her near, matching her buttocks against his groin. Situating Rina's head on his upper arm, he cradled her to him, clutching her cunt with his other hand. Her thighs chafed around his cock as it thrust toward her. When his claws reached her cunt, she roused from her stupor and turned to him to seal her lips against his. Lucifer countered with a snarl deep in his throat. So cautioned, Rina opened her lips and commenced a lingering duel of tongues. When his growl subsided into a low purr, she fondled the head of his dick with both hands-enlarging it past any thing she had experienced- changing it from scarlet to deep purple as it engorged with blood. Rina laughed as Lucifer flung his head back and roared. He rolled her under his full weight as he imprisoned her hands above her head. Shamelessly, she continued to laugh. Lucifer silenced her by planting his cockhead into her cunt, raising her hips, then slamming them both bodily against the stone surface. Silent and panting, he placed a soothing kiss on her lips. Gripping her tits, she felt his mind merge and whisper to her, "What do you feel?" "Rapture, love...and Need." Rina murmured. "Need, what kind of Need?" he said, as he raised his eyebrows. "A burning, animalistic need to rut, hard, fast, and completely." "What else?" asked Lucifer. Rina ran the backs of her fingers down his cheekbones, gently brushing his long feathery black hair back from his face. The whiteness of her hands against his crimson flesh startled her. "I know I appear human, but my nature has altered. My mind, thoughts, and emotions don't seem to be confined to my body. I can hear you within, calling to me effortlessly." "You are right: you are no longer completely mortal. By every thought, touch, orgasm we create, a little of your humanity slips away-leaving only the animal-flesh created by God. With your humanity obliterated, your confining flesh will seek its true form-and pattern itself up its true mate." "Why what does the Master of Hell need of a mistress?" "Heaven and Hell exist outside of Time. We travel all of Human Existence. Contrary to Milton, I may rule in Hell, but I still serve Heaven. Hell's demons are the shepherds of Humanity. By giving them tastes of Hell on Earth, we may yet guide them to Heaven in their Earthly lives. If not-they are our playthings in Hell. When I assumed the Dominion of Hell from our Lord, He gave me the Incubus-Hell Army of Dark Angels. For all that must be done in Hell and on Earth, we are few. We cannot enhance our numbers by breeding. To resolve this dilemma, God bestowed on me the right of procreation-starting with one human woman's conversion into a Dark Angel, the Succubus. I desired you from all others because of your paradoxical nature-only with that understanding does one survive Hell. Otherwise-insanity." "And now? Why pause in you endeavors?" "A Binding of two Angels can only be concluded with free will. You must decide you Final Path-return to Earth as you are-a beautiful, desirable woman-or conclude the Transformation and Join as my mate," admitted Lucifer, retreating from Rina's embrace. Rina knew what fate had befallen her. As she embraced her true nature completely, her veiled carnality started to devour her. Crouching on all fours, she couldn't remain calm. Her back bent, Rina's breast rasped against the rough granite, thrusting her ass up: an invitation to rut. She undulated and swayed to the throbbing in her veins. Seeing her cavort like a bitch in heat, Lucifer lolled back for a few moments to gaze at Rina's rising passion. With a sigh, he knelt behind her, grasping her waist in his hands. He hadn't really doubted the outcome. He read her too well. With her otherworldly spirit, no Earthbound being could have fulfilled her passions. "I command everything on Earth that seeks to separate humans from their nobility. Foremost among these are material wealth and sexuality. Your golden manacles are symbols of my sovereignty over the riches of the Earth. We have commenced your true education. When we conclude, you shall command the elements, causing all beings to capitulate to their baser natures. All Hell will be at your command, including my heart." As he spoke, his hands meticulously stroked her body. Using his caresses to soften her taut muscles, he posed her limbs for his next assault. His talons brushed her neck and shoulder blades, sending a quiver down her spine. Palms trailed it down the sides of her ribcage and waist, resting momentarily on her hips. Nudging her thighs outward, Lucifer stretched her knees far apart. Briefly finger-fucking her cunt, he palmed her clit and pushed her chest down to the altar. Rina became incapable of speech-gasps turned into moans. Moans transformed into a litany of grunts as he prolonged his caresses. Before he forced her forehead to the stone in ultimate supplication, her round ass enthralled him for a moment. Wrenching her buttocks wide, Lucifer anointed her bud briefly with his pre-cum. Before Rina could respond, he drove his hard cock into her ass. She screamed with uninhibited pleasure, thrusting back as he held her hips. Leisurely drawing out, he tormented her sphincter with the edge of his foreskin, grinding them together. When Rina began to moan, he hammered down, causing her to shriek. She strained, trying to hurry him as he slid out with maddening indolence. Lucifer declined to hasten. He set a measured rhythm meant to worry her flesh into ecstasy and sustain it without climax. The pace established, he lifted her legs, setting her knees around his thighs. This shift augmented the friction between them to an agonizing degree, launching Rina into an endless chant of whimpers and grunts. Lucifer covered her, pressing his hand against cunt and clit. When her body hardened in response, he raised his other hand to grip her breast. As he intensified the pace, their stance created the illusion of one rutting creature. Lucifer bore his fangs into her neck, finishing his domination of her body. Golden light glistened around them, minds melded together so completely she thought their bodies would fuse. Riding crest after crest of pleasure, Rina felt a curious wrenching of bone and blood and flesh. Lucifer slowed to a sensuous pumping of his loins. Every inch became an agony of anticipation as he delayed their climax. Rina could no longer hold off, her body seized uncontrollably. Lucifer withdrew from her ass, plunging into her cunt with a roar. Her entire body screamed as her hymen tore again and the tempest overtook them. Lucifer moaned, his balls drawing up tightly. He released a torrent of jism that surged from her portal and anointed their bodies. Both spent, Lucifer lay on Rina for some time, his dick continued to slowly grind her cunt. With echoes of their passion streaming through her body, Lucifer carried Rina to his marble throne. There, he slashed a wound above his heart, which she nursed from ravenously as he cradled her to his chest. As she stopped, she realized her next modification. The hand clasped with her mate's was tipped with matching golden talons. As Lucifer chuckled at the astonished look on her face, he whirled her around, and again impaled her ass on his cock. Rina leaned back against his chest, adjusting to the welcome fullness. He cupped her breasts in both hands, trailing kisses up her neck. "To celebrate our Joining, I bestow on you a new name: Ciara, Queen of Hell, Mistress of the Succubus. Open your eyes so your subjects may pay you homage." whispered Lucifer. Ciara opened her eyes, gazing at the room for the first time. It was the largest throne room she'd ever seen, every inch of it in stone. The throne sat at the highest point, the altar slightly lower on the same dais. Steps ran down to the audience floor-completely packed with demons of every size and shape-in various poses of reverence and worship. All leered fervently at her body draped wide over Lucifer's thighs.