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Cemetery Sex

By: TheJTrain



As I sat on the cold marble steps of the mausoleum, leaning back against the frigid steel doors watching the sunrise through the mist that rose over the decrepit headstones, I began to question my sanity. If it weren't for my severely disheveled appearance and the dull ache throbbing from every muscle in my body, I could have written it off as just a dream....a very vivid imagination gone wild....but the evidence was unmistakable and the memories so clear and vibrant, I couldn't help but think I had spent an evening in a place few ever visited until they were called to take up permanent residence. I dared not close my eyes again, fearing my escape from the other side would be noticed and minions of the underworld would materialize in the shadows, ready to rend me limb from limb and carry my soul back to where I had been......but when I did close my eyes, I could see her in all her flawless beauty.....ah, shit......if I am to die today, let me spend eternity with her.....let her come and take me into her arms.......let me go to My Angeline......

The talk around the locker room was that the cemetery was haunted, watched over by the spirit of a woman who had died horribly at the hands of her husband mere hours after they were pronounced man and wife. Those who claimed they had seen her offered incomplete descriptions as if their memory had been wiped clean, but if you pulled out the common threads it became obvious that this woman was of incredible beauty even in her incorporeal form….shared adjectives included stunning, angelic, spectacular, magnificent, and delectable (how seven different men, five of whom never graduated the ninth grade, managed to come up with “delectable” was anybodies guess, but the similarities in their tales peaked my interest!) Without announcing my plans to even my closest buddies, I decided to have a wee adventure of my own!

I arrived at the rusted cemetery gate just before sundown, having walked from town to give my eyes an opportunity to adjust to the night…the full moon would be rising soon and that should give me all the light I needed. A vague feeling of uncertainty plagued me as I grasped the cold wrought iron latch, but I shook it off as nothing and pulled the gate open far enough to let me slip inside, cringing at the painfully loud screech as the metal protested this late night activity…..I didn’t bother closing it behind me. Mentally kicking myself for not doing more research (I had no idea where the supposed specter had been laid to rest) I surveyed the area swiftly and decided to head for the largest mausoleum I could see….if she was truly here, she would find me! 

Once I got over the initial eeriness of the situation, I found myself enjoying the walk. The nocturnal creatures had awoken and filled the night air with chirps and hoots and rustlings and other mundane sounds as they went about their nightly rituals, oblivious of my intrusion. I was nearing my chosen destination when I heard it…..a soft whimpering in the night….a quiet murmuring that spoke of heartache and pain beyond human recognition….I had hoped to be alone tonight as the spirit had never appeared to more than a single person at a time, but it was now clear that was not to be. I stopped on the gravel path, suddenly aware of how loud the stones had been, crunching beneath my feet, and locating the direction of the lament, I wandered towards a quant little corner of the cemetery to see if I could be of assistance.

Not twenty paces off the path, I saw her, kneeling by a solitary headstone beneath a massive gnarled oak. The closer I got, the clearer became the sound of her soft wailing and although I couldn’t quite make out the individual words themselves, it was easy to see she was grieving deeply. I stopped a ways off and coughed into my hand, awkwardly attempting to let her know I was there without frightening or embarrassing her. Even with the warning, she spooked, catching a wet sob in mid-release and jumping enough that I could tell I had startled her. She rose immediately to her feet and dabbing at her eyes with a lace handkerchief, she turned towards me, stepping between the headstone and me. I bid her a good evening and after apologizing for interrupting her, I inquired as to whether there was anything I could do for her. She stepped out of the shadows and silently came towards me, seeming to glide over the wet grass her full length bone white gown rustling about her thighs. Her eyes enchanted me from the moment she caught my gaze. Her long black hair framed a cherub’s face, her pale white skin smoldering in my vision. As she reached me, a chill burrowed into my body not stopping until it had reached the bottom of my soul and in a heartbeat I knew that I had found the one I had come looking for. Her hand reached for my cheek and I reached to intercept it, pulling it to my mouth and kissing it softly as I fell to a knee before her.

Her reaction to this act of chivalry was immediate and harsh - she yanked her hand away and slapped my face sharply. “Get off your knee you sniveling asshole…all my life I was pampered and spoiled, catered to by every man who came near me and what did it get me? I have been cursed to spend eternity in this desolate hellhole, crying upon my own grave, a virgin - my cherry still intact…..I want only one thing from you this night and you can carry out my wishes or be gone! I don’t believe you to be man enough to fulfill my desires but I want, no I NEED to be fucked and fucked hard…you must promise to take me in every hole, make me yours and yours alone, ignoring anything that takes place around us as the demons will surely attempt to stop you. You must fuck me hard and long….fuck me like you mean it….if you do, I will be released…if you don’t you will be bound to take my place. So…what do you say mortal? Will you run in fear like the others or will you empty your balls within me??!? Answer me swiftly as I haven’t the time nor the patience to deal with stupid impotent fools.”

My cheek still tingled where she had slapped me but out of the corner of my eye, I caught sight of the full moon rising over the horizon….even as it’s white hot rays began burning into my skin, I rose to my feet, gritting my teeth against the pain of the transformation. I grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking on it cruelly to twist her head to one side as I covered her lips with my own, forcing my tongue into her mouth…if she wanted to be taken, she had found her man. 

My free hand seized the bodice of her gown and with an impatient rending sound, the chiffon fabric gave out, buttons and faux gems flying off into the night air, glinting in the moonlight before bouncing off the headstones with faint tinks and tunks….the dress tore clear to her thighs and her full, ripe melons jiggled into view….I slid my tongue out of her mouth and began tracing a hot wet trail down her throat, watching as her nipples crinkled and puckered in the night air, standing up proud and tall…as I took the first one in my mouth, biting down on it painfully, a moan of arousal welled up from deep within her chest and we both realized we were in for a night of animalistic fucking such as had never been seen before. 

I could feel my muscles spasming and growing, my body doubling in size and sprouting hair on every inch of my skin…I pushed her sadistically to her knees in front of me and ordered her to suck my cock…her pale hands fumbled for a moment with the button of my jeans, but a particularly vicious contraction hit me and as I arched my spine, I could feel the seams giving way as the denim literally exploded from my thighs….while my manhood was above average even in mortal form, every month when I adopted my werewolf form, the length and width of my cock grew to such epic proportions it even impressed me. I had tried using it before but it’s insertion had always resulted in the demise of the female participant, but tonight….ah yes, tonight, I looked forward to fucking the living hell out of this woman, dumping on her the pent up passions of a wild animal….."fuck me like you mean it" indeed!!!

She may have been a virgin when she died, but the way she began that blowjob told me that her mouth had been visited by rock hard cock before....she licked the very underside of my throbbing meat, hungrily sucking off the initial drop of precum before plunging her head forwards, burying the full length of my 14" rod down her gullet...as the transformation continued within me, I grasped her hair in my hair covered fingers refusing to let her back up off the impaling member and howled at the moon...this was to be a night of sadistic love!!

The change in me complete, I managed to somehow hold onto a shred of humanity and while my ability to converse with her was negated, words were not necessary for what I had in mind and with a deep growl, I dug my claws into her scalp and began skull fucking her for all I was worth. I mortal woman would have gagged and choked, spewing up what remained of her last meal as the lack of oxygen stifled her brain, but Angeline had no need for air and took my throat assault with a fervor I had never experienced. Again and again I penetrated her mouth and felt the swollen head of my cock reaching ever closer to the very pit of her soul...each time my large cum laden testicles bounced against her chin she groaned and moaned, obviously loving every muscle tearing plunge...my hips began thrusting uncontrollably as I yanked her head down the full length of my fuck stick again and again and again, climbing the steep incline towards that first release of the evening...in a flash of instinctive brilliance, I pulled out completely with an audible pop and dragged her by the hair to her own headstone over which I draped her face up. The move took only a few scant seconds but her whimpers were incredibly erotic as her hands reached and clawed for the thick meat that she wanted back down her throat. Just in time, I managed to reinsert myself into her facial hole and even as my balls slapped against her wide open eyes, I felt the first spasm deep inside and I emptied my cum into her belly....she took every drop and begged for more, milking my nuts for all she was worth...this "woman" was insatiable!!

Remembering her words, I knew that I was only partway finished as there were two other holes that needed filling or I would be the ghost haunting this cemetery come the morrow and that was something I didn't want! I slid my still hard cock out of her now dislocated jaw and picked her up, twisted her around, turned her over and lay her unceremoniously down, her belly bent across the top of the headstone. I grabbed the back of her dress and with a rending jerk, tore it completely from her body, leaving four bloody scratches down the middle of her back in the process....her milk white skin called to me and my heightened sense of smell immediately inhaled the sweet musky scent of her arousal....she began begging me to fuck her and laying my paws on her ass, I spread her buttocks and slammed my cock fully into her dripping wet cunt. The shriek of painful pleasure she unleashed seemed to call forth other ghosts and demons from the ground and before I was even able to withdraw and penetrate her a second time our "audience" began chanting and clapping and jeering and egging us on...while my animal side didn't need any encouragement to pound this womans tight pink pussy, the small touch of humanity I held onto enjoyed the exhibitionistic tone of our coupling and I played it up as best I could, howling into the wind, spanking her ass a bright red, pulling her hair hard enough to almost break her neck as I pummelled her with my weapon over and over and over.....one of her hands reached backwards and for a moment I thought she was meaning to slow me down, but she had other thoughts in mind - it slid down under her distended belly and her fingers found her own throbbing mini cock, playing with her clit as I hammered her to several very intense orgasms in a row. Each time she climaxed the wind grew in ferocity, the voyeurs all around shuffled closer and closer until I could almost feel their fetid breath on my fur and my incessant battering grew more and more violent.

With a wild banshee cry, she came one more time, every muscle in her body tensing and cramping as I felt her own pleasure juices squirt out of her, coating my inner thighs with a wet, sticky splash....this sensation did nothing but increase my desire and I fucked her even harder, striving for that one stroke that would push me over the edge myself...harder and harder I entered her until with one final thunk, I bottomed out and began filling her with my second load of the night. As I unloaded deep within her, she screamed as if molten fire had been injected into her womb. Her toes took hold of the soil and she pushed away from me hard enough that our combined weight and the force of my spurting actually snapped her grave marker off at the base and we went face first on the back of it as it fell.

The stone broke and buckled, leaving her positioned so her head and feet were lower than her backside and with an evil grin I saw the final target for the night...I pulled my slimey cock out of her cum filled pussy and without any hesitation, placed the head against her crinkled rosebud and just shoved.....after the initial expected resistance, I entered her and packed her bum with the entire length and breadth of my engorged penis. It was at this point that she began to moan....a long low drawn out sound of utter surrender, both to me and to the immense pleasures that were coursing through her body. The cold marble supported her at the perfect angle and I didn't even need to hold her down as I penetrated her completely time and time again, the screams of the demons echoing in my ears. I went to all fours and just using my hips, I gave her all I had just as she had demanded of me just moments (hours??!?) before....her moan continued longer than humanly possible even as our last orgasms welled up from the very pits of hell...after one particularly violent thrust, my muzzle pointed at the moon (how was it possible? It was setting already??!?!) and I threw out one last howl as we reached one final climax together.....

With the explosion of our simultaneous orgasm, I began to feel the reverse transformation taking hold....while this one entailed less pain than the initial change, it was uncomfortable and disconcerting none the less.....I pulled out of my Angel and tried to stand on two legs again, my knees and legs throbbing from the exertion. Even as I tried to gain my balance, her body began to shimmer and fade....as the sun broke through the branches of that gnarled oak and shone on her, she was suddenly standing before me, fully clothed and as beautiful as you could imagine.....she reached for my face, stroked my cheek softly and whispered a soft "Thank you My Love" even as she faded off into nothingness. The warmth of the sun chased away all the demons and spirits though I could hear them chittering angrily that I had somehow escaped their grasp...at least for now! I somehow stumbled my way over the dew covered grass, finally settling down on the marble steps of the mausoleum to recover from the night's activities. I leaned back against the frigid steel doors and watched the sun burn away the mist, questioning my sanity......

Cemetery Summons



Jack sneezed hard as he stepped across the threshold of the cemetery limits. A chill ran up his spine as he began walking down the path. Fuck October, he thought bitterly, pulling his jacked tightly around his chest in a vain effort to prevent the warmth from leaving his body. He hated cold weather. And he hated trick-or-treaters too.

The party he was coming home from had been a complete disaster. First, there was too much booze and half the people there, though most of them only around sixteen to seventeen years old, were drunk out of their minds and going crazy. Second, the girl he had planned to get laid by had thrown up all over the hostess and gotten herself kicked out, also drunk and without a ride home.

And lastly, there had been cops. Jack put a hand over his forearm and lifted it again, wincing as the cold air bit the deep gash in his skin. His jacket was ripped, but it was soaking up the blood seeming from his wound. When he was jumping a grated fence getting away from the ruined party, he'd fallen onto a pole or something sticking out of the ground and cut his forearm up pretty bad.

He looked back and groaned as a patrol cruiser pulled up to the cemetery gates and two fat, round officers got out and turned their flashlights on. Jack cursed and ran ahead as quietly as he could, trying to keep out of the moonlight as best he could.

If he got caught by the cops after being at a party, then his days in an apartment were fucking over in a heartbeat. Not only did the complex owner not like him, but she was always coming onto him! Not that she wasn't attractive or anything, just not his type. She was into all kinds of weird stuff like diapers and being dominated and stuff. He didn't like it when she was in his apartment wearing a collar either, waiting for him.

Fuck her, fuck his apartment, and fuck October! Damn it all to hell! If he was getting caught by the cops, it was going to be robbing a bank or something, not trying to escape a party where he didn't even touch the alcohol! Jack ducked behind a big tombstone and took off his jacket, deciding that it was a necessary casualty to get away from these morons.

He propped it up with a nearby stick and left the sleeve partially exposed to lure in the two cops. He joked with himself briefly that if he had a box of doughnuts, that he would have been able to simply lay them a trail back to the gate and leave while they were eating them.

He shook his head and ducked behind another tombstone, trying to stay quiet. The two rotund cops got to the jacket and one of them growled something that sounded like a threat in a disappointed tone. Jack saw two beams of light shine down around his tombstone and he froze. If they found him now, he wouldn't be able to get away. They had tazers most likely. He wasn't going to get too far.

"Frank, the damn kid is gone. Let's try to find someone else. Dispatch said there were hundreds of 'em running around out there. Five other squads busted other parties tonight. Let's head back before someone gets hurt out there," one of the officers said. Jack crossed his fingers that the other idiot would listen.

"Whatever Joe. Damn punk got away, pisses me off so bad," Frank said. Jack waited until he heard their cruiser's doors slam shut before he even breathed. When he heard them pull away from the cemetery, he peeked over the top of the tombstone and heaved a sigh in relief. They were gone.

He looked down at where he had left his jacket just a few yards away, and frowned when he didn't find it on the ground. With another curse, he stomped back to the cobblestone path and made his way through the large cemetery. He passed his grandfather's grave and smiled down at the tombstone.

"Well granddad, looks like It's my lucky evening, huh? You always told me Halloween was the day I'd get a lucky break. All I got today was cut up and chased by the cops. Real nice prophecy you had there," Jack said sarcastically. Even with these words, he liked his grandfather, a lot really. The man had almost raised Jack like a son. Well, the old man had been dead six years to this day, and Jack had yet to have a good Halloween without him.

The nineteen-year-old turned around and tripped over the edge of the path. He smashed his elbow on the stone walkway and flared with quick anger.

"Fucking hell!" he snarled.

"You rang?" a sultry, foreign voice asked from just ahead. Jack's eyes darted upward to the voice's owner. Who in the name of God would be in a cemetery at eleven at night answering to the call of 'fucking hell'?

"...Jesus Tity-Fucking Christ..." Jack stammered as he saw who it was.

A woman sat on top of a tombstone, one leg wrapped around its side while the other had its foot propped against the stone's front face. One hand kept her upright while the other was squeezing one of her thick stockings tightly. Her mouth was open and her pointed tongue was lolled out, as if in mid-lick or something.

Two bat-looking wings protruded from behind her shoulders and long, silvery hair flowed down behind her. Her lime green eyes were focused entirely on him, and she fidgeted as if anxious about something, despite the look of smugness on her face. A collar with a golden buckle on it was fastened around her neck.

And on top of all that...she was entirely naked except for her thigh-high stockings, boots and fingerless satin gloves that ran up to her biceps. Nearly her entire body was exposed to anyone who might happen to look in her direction. Jack felt a red flush come to his cheeks.

"Never been called that before, but I guess you can call me whatever you want since you summoned me," she said casually, smiling at him lecherously.

"Jesus lady, what in the hell are you doing here? You're just waiting for some whackjob to come out here and tear you a new one," Jack said, picking himself up off the ground. The woman smiled still, biting her bottom lip.

"I suppose you've got a reason for being out here tonight? I'm sure you do. Who comes to a cemetery on Halloween night for nothing?" she joked, almost in a demeaning manner.

"For one, you I guess, unless you were just waiting for someone to walk by," Jack retorted, trying to sooth the pain in his arm. The woman rolled her green eyes and scoffed.

"You don't listen very well, do you? I already said that you summoned me no less than a minute ago. Now get over here, I'm getting impatient with you," she said, rapping her fingers against her knee. Jack furrowed his brow at her remark.

"The hell are you talking about? I'm leaving...whoever you are, I'd do the same if I were you. Oh, and you're naked. If a cop finds you, you're in deep shit." Jack hit himself mentally. He should just get out of here and leave her to her own business. Anyone who would sit naked in a cemetery on Halloween in a weird costume was definitely a nutjob of the highest degree.

Jack turned around and raised his hand in a sort of farewell gesture. He heard a whimper, and then a breeze crept by, but that was all. He wiped the blood off his hand and onto his shirt, hoping that he had done the laundry before getting to be last night. He didn't want to do it tonight, not after all the shit he'd been through already.

"Where in the hell do you think you're going? I never said you could leave," said the woman from a gravestone three places ahead. Jack stopped dead in his tracks and looked back. She wasn't where she had been only three or so seconds ago. How had...what? He must be dreaming or hallucinating or something. That thought made him smile at himself. How weird would it be for someone to see him talking to a gravestone like there was a person on it?

"Sure you didn't," Jack said to his imaginary woman.

"Hey, you summoned me. Now take responsibility for your actions," the woman growled, hopping off the gravestone and walking toward him, licking her fingers sensually. Jack tried to imagine the look on his own face at the moment. He guessed at something like boredom, and he shrugged.

And he soon found that his 'imaginary' woman wasn't so imaginary. This was particularly due to the fact that her, very real, fingers grasped his neck and forced him against a tombstone with the force of a football player hitting a training dummy. Jack's breath left him and he gasped for air. The woman stood up, glaring down at him.

"The fuck lady?! I didn't do anything to you!"

"That's exactly right, Jack. You didn't even touch me! Do you know how insulting that is to me! For you to summon me and then ignore me like I'm nothing at all? Do you know how horny that makes me?" she growled.

"Horny! What?! Look, I have no idea what in the hell you want with me, but I don't want any-fucking-thing to do with you!" Jack scrambled to his feet and hopped a low brick wall as fast as he could. His arm began to bleed again, but he ignored it. The night seemed colder, but he didn't care at all. The moon seemed brighter, but he didn't notice.

All he wanted to do was get the hell away from this woman before he ended up in the obituary tomorrow morning.

She suddenly appeared on top of another tombstone, much in the same position he had found her in. She gave him a mischievous grin and licked her lips slowly, pursing them slightly as if for a kiss afterward. Jack turned around and ran down a row of grave markers before she appeared on the stone wall marking the cemetery's limits.

Again, she had come out of nowhere and was sitting there, staring at him with eyes that looked like neon circlets with the moonlight behind her casting a shadow over her face. Jack backed away slowly and turned around to try again.

This time, she was right in front of him, and he could feel her warm breath on his face. The teen attempted to back away from her, but she had a spiked, steel-toed boot holding his right foot in place. Jack shivered as she leaned in and put her forehead against his, staring into his eyes.

"Come to mama," she cooed, leaning forward to kiss him roughly. Jack felt her pointed pink tongue pushed against his teeth, and it found entry into his mouth shortly thereafter. Before he knew it, her arms had him locked to her body and she leaned into the forced kiss.

Jack couldn't deny that this was like some kind of sick wet dream he'd had a few nights ago, but reality was much different. This woman was insane! She kept saying that he had summoned her like a demon! What in the hell was she, an actual demon? Jack was scared out of his mind. This woman was messed up in the head, bad. This wasn't like his wet dream anymore; it was a damned nightmare!

The teen bit her tongue, but it didn't seem to do anything at all but make her kiss more forceful and invasive. Jack managed to get an arm between them and pried her off him briefly. He stepped back and held a hand up to halt her second advance at him.

"Wait!" he gasped, "At least let me understand what's going on. What in the hell are you, lady? Because you are very obviously not normal," he finished.

"I'm the succubus you summoned from hell and then decided to throw away, jerk," she replied, reaching out to him again. Jack pushed his hand against hers to keep her at a relative distance. Okay, so she was a succubus from hell...yeah right!

"Fine, whatever. Alright, so next, what are you doing?"

"I'm trying to have sex with you but you talk to damn much!" she yelled, grabbing his neck with both hands. Jack tried to remove her hands from his body, but she appeared to be far stronger than him, and her grip was unwavering.

"Well, then how did I summon you? I saw no dark circles or ceremonies or fucking magic books," Jack retorted. The succubus grinned widely and pulled him close to her face.

"You said the phrase three times in a night, in a graveyard, on Halloween. More than enough magic there to start a war, let alone summon just one little old me," she teased, licking the tip of his nose for no apparent reason other than to get him even more hot and bothered, which it succeeded in doing.

"What did I say? 'Fucking hell'?"

"You're going for two of us! Oh, kid, you're so ambitious! I wonder if Ekana will finally get out of hell for once," she said, almost as if she weren't about to strangle him at the moment.

"What?"

"Nothing. Just get your pants off and fuck me like you really love me," she commanded sternly. Jack paled visibly. Sex? She was a complete stranger, probably mentally disturbed as well, trying to have sex with him in a graveyard on Halloween night.

Something was definitely fucked up here, no doubt about it.

Wait, lady, I don't even know your name. And what do you expect me to believe about your story?"

"My name is Elassa. And I expect you to believe every part of the story I just told you. You didn't summon me to talk; you summoned me for sex. Now sit down," she growled impatiently. Jack raised his hands in surrender and stepped back.

"Okay Elassa, just wait a minute. I didn't even mean to summon you. You came from hell, and I don't want to go there, and I probably will if I have sex with you. Fire and lava and being tortured aren't exactly my thing," he explained, edging away from her.

Elassa scowled and folded her arms under her chest, pushing her already excessively large breasts against each other. Jack tried to cover up the growing bulge in his jeans. The woman licked her lips and then lifted a breast to her mouth, suckling on it gently. She moaned.

Jack turned around and started running again. This woman was going to do something to him, he just knew it! Jack leapt over a wooden bench and his foot snagged on the edge. Somehow, his face slammed into the table and stars flashed in front of his eyes. He felt something pulling him back, and he kicked at it.

"Get back here, boy. I haven't had any fun with you yet you little rat," growled Elassa.

"Fuck! Off! Psycho!"

"Oh yeah," she said. "Call me nasty names Jack. Get me horny again, come on baby," she continued, grabbing his belt. She managed to unbuckle it and pull his pants off, grinning wildly. Jack kicked out of his shoes and Elassa ripped his shirt off as well, leaving him in only his boxers. The woman gave him a sultry look and then pushed him flat on the table, hand on the waistband of his boxers.

"Fuck you."

"Oh, I'm sure you'd love to do that about now," Elassa replied steamy voice, rubbing her cheek on his tented boxers. Jack grabbed the edge of the table to keep himself from doubling over. Elassa licked him through his boxers.

"I'm gonna fuck your brains out. Oh gods yes, so hard," she murmured. In one motion, Elassa stripped his boxers off and grabbed the base of his throbbing cock with a firm hand. She stroked him gently, giving him a naughty grin while she licked the fingers on her other hand. Her pumping got a bit faster and she played with the tip of his engorged glans with her index finger. She pushed against the tip, giggling at his fidgeting and trembling.

"W-Wait a minute here. Are yo – ah – very sure that..."

"Shut up and let me fuck you how I want to," she snapped, rising onto the table and sitting on his crotch, pushing his cock so that it looked back up at him. Elassa slid her body up and down his hard cock, head thrown back and weird wings stretched out to either side. Jack trembled more out of fear than anything at the moment. For all he knew, she wanted to take him down to hell!

She grabbed his cock again and raised her hips from him, a thin string of her womanly juices still clinging to the both of them. She sank down just enough to put his glans against her pussy, biting her lower lip. She grabbed a clump of his hair with the other.

"God, why are you so horny?!" Jack questioned, trying to put together the pieces and figure out just what exactly she wanted with him.

"Oh, I love trickery, like when you outsmarted those two guys, oh! That made me so wet, I could barely stand it! All your wicked and cynical thoughts! Gods, you make me so horny, everything, even the way you deny me! I love having to work for a good fuck!" she yelled, impaling herself on his dick. Jack squeezed his eyes shut as she bounced up and down on his hips, moaning with every downward thrust of her pelvis.

By now, both of her hands were tangled in his short brown hair, pulling and yanking as she pounded herself against him. Above his head, her full, abundant tits recoiled in rhythm with her hips. He grabbed them and squeezed them tightly, a nipple between the index and middle fingers of each hand. She screamed his name and rolled her hips harder.

Jack could scarcely tell what she was screaming because his ears were ringing. She hit all the good spots on his cock with every plunge down and pull up. Goddamn she felt like something out of a dream! Her pussy was tight and wet like he'd been told by his grandfather it should feel like. Elassa screamed again and jerked her body forward uncontrollably.

Jack felt her begin to tighten up again and pushed back up against her. She pulled his hair even harder and smiled eerily.

"Gods do I love virgins! C'mon kid, show me what you've got!" she ordered. Jack rolled her onto her back and a surprised look passed across her face. The teen slammed their bodies together and crushed her lips in an almost violent kiss. He forced himself deeper into her pussy, exploring more of her body with every thrust. He felt resistance in every direction and a godly feeling took him over.

He pulled away from the kiss and Elassa clasped her hands around the back of his neck. A smile graced her pale purple lips. She stared into his eyes with a gaze of lust and imposing power, as if commanding him to keep going at any cost. Jack gave her a feral grin and felt his peak nearing.

His thrusts went harder and deeper as he drew nearer to the close of losing his virginity. Elassa helped him along with her own rhythmic movements, rolling her hips against his. Jack felt a familiar feeling crawling up his cock and he locked eyes with Elassa.

"I'm about to-"

"You can do it baby, just a little bit more and you're mine," she whispered huskily. Jack watched with all eagerness as a red flush passed across her cheeks and she closed her eyes. "Let it all out baby, right into me, c'mon."

Jack reached his climax and pulled her hips to his with all the force he could muster. He plastered semen inside of her body and Elassa cried out in pleasure, arching her back so much that her navel was flat against his own. Jack rode out his orgasm with waning force. Having lost his virginity, he should have felt exhilaration or excitement, but what he felt now was drowsiness and fatigue. What was wrong with him?

He blinked hard to ward off the desire to let himself nod off.

"Hey..." he began, panting as he spoke. "I lost...my virgin...ity to a woman I don't...even know. And on Halloween too. Damn it granddad...you were right."

"Hey Jack."

"Yeah?"

"You're a pretty good fuck...for a virgin at least," Elassa teased, leaning up to kiss him on the cheek. Jack put his hands on the table to keep himself up as he glanced around for his clothes. She had thrown his boxers on the ground and his pants were clinging to the side of the tabletop. His belt was nowhere to be found.

Sirens blared at the cemetery gates and Jack fell back off the table, scrambling to his feet. Car doors closed and he pulled on his boxers and grabbed his pants. A flashlight beam swept around near him and he fumbled with his jeans, pulling himself to his feet.

"Hey, stop there!" the officer yelled. Jack gave up on trying to find his belt and left his socks and shoes on the ground. He had to get the hell out of here or he was screwed! Elassa was already at the ten-foot brick wall about fifty feet ahead that marked the cemetery limits. Jack's apartment complex was only three streets and four back yards away now.

"Hurry up, or you'll be in big trouble," Elassa said in a sing-song voice.




Cemetery Summons Ch. 02



The following morning, Jack awoke to a gentle knocking at his apartment door. He sat up and glowered at the wooden portal as if the noise would stop with his doing so. Jack groaned as he pulled himself off the couch, a blanket falling from his body as he let out a heavy yawn. He shuffled over to the door and unlocked it, throwing it open.

On his doorstep stood his petite 'landlady' Melissa. She was wearing that black collar again and smirked up at Jack with a finger to his bare chest.

"You finally going to let me in?" she asked slyly. Jack shook his head.

"No, Melissa, and you can go away now if that's what you're after. What time is it? The sky's still red," Jack said, trying to change the sensitive subject. Melissa looked at her watch and stepped in beneath Jack's arm, as it was clutching the doorway for support. The teen groaned as Melissa looked around.

With a long sigh, he rubbed the sleep from his eyes and shut the door behind her. He yawned again and sat down on his couch, splaying himself out upon it so that there was no room for her to join him. And much to his chagrin, she simply plopped herself down on his torso, curvaceous backside planted square on his stomach.

"So, I see you haven't changed this place since I was here last. You're still just clean enough to keep off my eviction list," she stated dryly, looking at her freshly-manicured nails without a single thought towards the person under her.

"It's been a week since you came to me for sex, Melissa. What are you trying to get me to do this time? Asphyxiation? You want me to kick you or something?"

"I want you to finger me today," she replied. Jack was surprised, quite frankly actually. Usually she had some kind of wild fantasy to enact upon him, or to have him enact upon her. Jack cleared his throat and she looked down at him, her eyes narrow slits.

"Well, because you asked so nicely, and because you've left me alone for a week..." As his words trailed off, Melissa's eyes went wide and she turned her head to face him directly. Jack felt a smug grin crawl across his features. "...No."

"What?!" Melissa yelled, grabbing his shoulders with both hands. She glared directly at him, eyes full of anger and surprise.

"No."

"Why? I've left you alone, and I've been extra nice to you this week! I even wore panties today!" she protested. Jack's face went slack.

"You don't wear panties when I find you in my apartment and coming on to me?"

"No, but I did today so you would finger me! Jack, this is the first time I've actually asked you for anything. Hinting doesn't work, and giving you a leash only gets you mad. Why won't you ever say yes?! Why do you always say no?" she whined, beating her hands against his chest now. Jack groaned and sat up. She fell onto his legs and looked up at him, teary-eyed.

"Because I don't like you. You may give me a place to live, but that doesn't mean that I owe you anything past rent, which I give you on time every month. Now get out of my apartment."

"If you don't comply today, then I'm going to evict you. You're going to finger me or I'm going to find a new tenant for this place," she rebuked, using her authority as his landlord as her shield. Jack stared at her, eyes filled with disbelief.

"Are you kidding me? You're going to kick me out?"

"I'm not joking. You're so mean to me, and I leave every time you ask me to. Finger me, or you're on the street by tonight," she threatened, sitting back up on his stomach again. Jack groaned and she turned so that her legs could intertwine with his. She leaned back and laid her head down on his chest. A black ponytail slid over Jack's shoulder as Melissa adjusted herself to lie flat out on his body.

Jack kept a growl low in his throat as he forced himself to comply with her wishes.

Meanwhile, Melissa pulled out a bottle of nail polish with one hand and set it on the nearby table, the other unzipping her shorts. Jack reached around her thigh and pulled down her panties, which proved to be more difficult than he had expected. Melissa helped him and her shorts were off in a few seconds, followed by her lacy black panties. Jack frowned when his hand returned to her dripping pussy.

"You gotta be kidding me," he grunted, removing a vibrator from her body. He dropped it to the floor and waited for her to finish with her fidgeting and moving. Jack could feel his hands trembling slightly, and his jeans had grown very tight in the few passing moments.

He had only a small idea of what to do. And though he had had a vivid dream about getting fucked last night by a demon, he still had very little experience with this sort of stuff. Melissa chuckled to herself briefly and then ground her smooth, bare skin against his rigid member.

"You're an ass man, huh? You're throbbing to hard right now, Jackie boy."

"Go fuck yourself Melissa. And quit rubbing me; I haven't even started yet."

"Whatever you command...master," she purred seductively. Melissa began to paint her fingernails, coating them with pale purple liquid, each deliberate stroke somehow forcing Jack's mind to run about and think of dirty things. For Christ's sake, he was about to finger her! How had it come to this?

"Don't call me that."

"What? Why not?"

"Because I don't like it," snorted Jack in return, dipping two fingers into her pussy.

"Oh, that's the stuff. Get deeper, just like that vibrator," she whispered, flexing her intertwined legs. Jack tried to resist the urge to return the gentle rhythm of her moving hips. He briefly wondered whether or not last night had been a dream conjured up by his imagination. He supposed it could be, and that he was still a virgin. Melissa's irritated voice brought him out of the slight reverie.

"What?"

"Hey, move your fingers more. I'm not here for the easy ride. Get me hot and bothered like normal. Make me feel abused," she demanded, blowing lightly on her freshly painted finger to help dry it.

"Whatever your wish is, oh mistress of my torment," Jack replied sarcastically, deepening each penetrating stroke into her body. Melissa bit her lower lip and closed her eyes, a low hum rising from her mouth.

"Oh yeah, that's the stuff. Keep going Jack, c'mon. Faster baby..." she whispered to no one in particular.

"Fine."

"Oh, oh God yes. Mmm, that feels so good. This is way better than a vibrator."

"That purple thing was bigger though," Jack deadpanned, hoping that he could maybe get her to use it again in place of his fingers. He unconsciously quickened the pace of his fingers. He could feel the heat of her body, her raw animal desires sticky on his fingers.

"Nothing compares to the bare flesh. That's why nobody likes condoms."

"I thought women like them because there's nothing to forget, no mistakes?" He raked his fingers across a line of nerves and Melissa's back arched. She opened her eyes and began painting her nails again.

"It may make a woman feel...ah!...more comfortable with sex. But it doesn't make her...feel the same pleasure." She admired her handiwork before blowing on the second nail.

"I thought it was just men that lost pleasure."

"Baby, everyone likes bareback more. Oh, there again Jack, please," she begged, arching her back. He rubbed a spot that his fingertips barely reached. Melissa arched her back even more.

"Did I find it?"

"Oh yes you did baby! Keep it up! Fuck me! Fuck me now!" she barked as his fingers delved a tiny bit deeper with every passing motion. Jack made no move to do anything further than what he was doing.

"After you reach your limit, you're leaving," Jack stated.

"You're fucking me or you're out of here before night," panted Melissa.

"I'm doing what you asked, and that's enough."

"Ah! No, I'm asking something new. Give me that dick, or you're leaving!" The tone in Melissa's voice was entirely serious. And even though Jack was throbbing at the chance to get past her simply grinding his cock, he didn't want to fuck her.

"You can't be serious..."

"I'm entirely serious. I've even got a condom," explained the woman as she grabbed her discarded shorts and pulled said item out of one of the pockets. She ripped the package open and unzipped Jack's pants. She slid the waistband of his boxers down beneath his swollen cock and pushed the condom down to its base.

"Damn it," grumbled Jack as Melissa slid her hips back and put the head of his cock against her hot core.

"Oh God, Jack, you're about to graduate from virginity baby. Don't act so cold," she scolded, pushing herself forward. He pushed into her pussy and gritted his teeth. It didn't feel like last night, whether than was a dream or not.

"You're so tight. The hell, did that thing not stretch you out?"

"Keep going, baby. Deeper," she said in scarcely more than a whisper. Jack pushed her down on his member and she let out a long, pleased sigh. She finished painting the fingernails on her left hand and stared at them idly. Jack felt a bit put-off by this. Was she bored already.

"You wanted deeper?" Jack asked, pushing her further down on his cock. Melissa's eyes went wide and her back arched greatly.

"There's my big boy. C'mon, fuck me like you know you want to. Ride me hard, baby." Melissa put away the fingernail polish and grabbed Jack's hands. She pushed them under her grey t-shirt and then up to her chest.

"Melissa..." Jack whimpered. The woman seemed not to notice his voice at all.

"Pretty nice tits, huh? Thirty six DD's when I last measure them. I'll let you fuck 'em if you ever want to, kay?"

"I don't care. Just...let's get this over with." Jack could feel a rhythm being formed with the movement of his slight thrusts and the rolling of her hips. In and out, sliding, grinding gently as she continued to pout and moan and make every noise imaginable.

It wasn't until a short while later that Jack realized that he was getting really into this. He had done away with her bra some time ago, and was fondling her tits roughly, squeezing and pinching. He realized also that he had begun kissing her neck, as short as she was, and he licked the shell of her ear with a long, slow lick. Melissa shivered as Jack gave her another hard thrust from his cock.

"Oh, baby, this feels so good! I'm coming back every day to do this with you! I don't care how much money I have to spend on condoms! Oh Jesus, please...more!" she screamed.

"You're not coming back every day, Melissa, no way in hell. Once every two weeks, and that's not negotiable."

"No, if you say that...I'm...kicking you...ah! Oh, I'm going...to...I'm going to cum! Harder! Harder Jack!" she cried, reaching back to grab two clumps of Jack's brown hair.

"Not until you agree to once every two weeks, Melissa. Or I'll go even slower." Jack ceased the motion of his body altogether. Melissa squirmed.

"No! You can't! I...I was about! No! Two weeks! Fine, just please keep fuck me Jack!" begged the woman, panting frantically. Jack nodded and thrust into her pussy again, pounding her body hard. Melissa threw her head back and arched her body. Her legs were flexed down to her feet and she trembled with anticipation.

"Get ready," Jack murmured, pulling back for another thrust as her body tightened and convulsed. He crushed her body to his and drove his cock all the way into her, feeling her climax.

"Fuck! Jack! I'm cumming! Jack!"

"Me too..." Jack announced through gritted teeth, feeling his own climax drawing near. Melissa rode out her orgasm while Jack managed to reach his peak. He squeezed her breasts especially hard and peaked, hard. Jack squeezed his eyes shut and waited for his body to finish, riding out waves of pleasure with small jerking motions.

After he was through, the two of them lay there, covered in sweat and panting like dogs. Melissa had a sweet, sickly smile on her face. Jack had no idea what his own face looked like. Maybe it was as content as hers? Maybe he was frowning? Who knew?

"Jack, that was a truly awesome fuck. Oh my God, that was amazing. You can't be a virgin. That's not possible. You made me cum on your first try. Jesus fucking Christ that was good. I'm so coming back tomorrow when you get back from school."

"No you're not, not for sex. You agreed that you'd come over for that once every two weeks. And don't try to weasel your way out of it. You made a deal," Jack snorted, pulling Melissa off his diminishing arousal. She turned around and straddled his hips, worry in her eyes.

"No! Don't make me wait that long! Please no! I...I can't wait two weeks!"

"Bullshit! Don't come back for sex for another two weeks! Now get out. I have school tomorrow and I don't want a dirty whore hanging around my apartment while I'm trying to get my shit together."

"Did you know that I love it when you talk dirty?" Melissa asked with a leer. Jack rolled his eyes and pointed to the door. His landlady put back on her clothes and left the apartment with a smile on her face. Jack didn't understand her at all. He moved to the door and slammed it shut, locking it.

And then it hit him. 

What the fuck just happened?!

His landlady had come into his apartment, threatened to kick him out if she didn't get sex from him, and then taken his virginity. How in God's name had this happened? What kind of luck did Jack have that he would lose his virginity to a nutjob like her? Now she was going to hang around him all the time, and get too possessive, and his entire free life was going to run down the drain in nothing flat.

"How the fuck did she take my virginity?" Jack asked to nobody in particular.

"She didn't, Jack. Now stand up. You're still good to go," a familiar voice ordered. The teen raised his head and stared in disbelief at the succubus from his dream.

Another moment of sudden realization:

"You're real!"

"Of course I'm real! Don't you remember having your tasty virginity stolen from you last night in a graveyard? Or do you not recall exactly how horny you were?" Elassa lifted her breasts suggestively. "Or do you need a bit of reminding as to how hard you held my tits?" She smiled widely, lime green eyes laughing at him.

"No, I'm entirely fine. But, all that about being from hell or whatever, it was real?"

"Of course it is! I wouldn't lie to you Jack. You did summon me of your own free will after all, and you're managed to make me all wet again. I'll need you to clean me up now, with your tongue of course. I'm not going to be satisfied with just two little fingers like she was just a few minutes ago. Or you could drill me again, either your tongue or your cock work," Elassa suggested with a shrug.

"Oh fuck you! I'm not having sex back-to-back, succubus. Get off my back for now," Jack barked in return. One side of Elassa's mouth turned upward into a smile. The other half stayed in a neutral position.

"It almost seems as if you couldn't pitch a tent with your cock right now," she said offhandedly. Jack looked down and flushed bright red as he saw his manhood staring him in the face. He ignored it and managed to get his boxers and jeans in order without zipping himself up in the zipper like he had done a few times before.

"Damn it. How the hell did you get in here? And why didn't you do something earlier? And why the hell are you still naked?!" Jack stood up and walked into his bedroom, throwing open the closet door to find a suitable shirt to wear. Elassa followed him.

"I came home with you last night, and you told me that I could stay here as long as I wanted to. And why I didn't do something? Do you know what that crazy woman would have done if she had seen me? I'm a demon, and most people frown upon that, Jack. I think it's better that only you know what I am for the moment," replied the succubus.

"And the exposure problem?" Jack pulled a white muscle shirt over his head and then down over his chest. He cracked his neck and Elassa grinned at him cunningly.

"You never asked me to wear any. Frankly, I thought that you preferred me naked for easy access, to right here, see?" she teased, sitting down on the bed and spreading her legs out suggestively. Her pointed tongue darted out from between her lips.

"Put these on and I'll take you to get some clothes at the mall. Jesus, women are still too hard to deal with at home. Why couldn't you have been a ghost or something that nobody else could see?" Jack mused to himself. He tossed her a pair of his old girlfriend's shorts and a black shirt that had a skull where a front pocket would have been on a polo-shirt.

"I don't think this is going to work," Elassa stated. Jack turned around and rolled his eyes.

"You're right. Can you, you know, hide those wings or something?"

"That's not what I meant," she scolded. Jack arched a brow and then found out what it was that she was trying to convey. Her nipples stuck out, quite noticeably too.

"I have medical tape in the bathroom. Could we maybe wrap that around you until I can get you a bra or something? What size are you anyway?"

"You're asking the wrong person, kid. This is the first time I've been to the human world in a decade. I have no idea how to judge bra sizes." Jack threw her comment aside and stepped into the bathroom, opening every drawer in the room to find the medical tape. The best he could come up with was athletic tape. But, what the hell, it would work too, right?

Jack looked at himself in the mirror for a moment and sighed.

"This is way too surreal," he said to himself. He felt hands on his shoulders, smooth and slender. They ran under his shirt and roved over his chest, spreading their fingers wide and outward as they traveled southward.

"Me?" cooed Elassa from just over his shoulder. Her huge chest pushed against his back.

"You, last night, today, everything! What the hell is happening? My sex life went from never existing to never ending! You're a succubus, I somehow summoned you, and then Melissa forced me to fuck her today! Now what? Sasquatch going to appear on my doorstep looking for a place to do a photoshoot for National Geographic?"

"Just forget about the details, master. I'm here to help you with all your needs."

"What?"

"Nothing Jack. Quit whining and find something to cover me up with," she demanded.

"I already found some tape. Now take off your shirt," Jack replied. Elassa stripped off her clothing and smiled at him coyly, a finger to her pouty lips. Jack ignored the seductive gesture and moved behind her. He unraveled the roll of black tape and placed the end on her left breast. He wrapped it around her chest and then her back, making sure to cover her nipples.

He repeated the process of wrapping tape around her until about a quarter of the roll was used up and Elassa had an artificial bra of sorts containing her breasts.

"My tits feel so repressed Jack. Can't you loosen this up a little?" whined Elassa as she poked at his handiwork. Jack snapped at her as he set the tape down.

"No, and quit touching it damn you. Hey, where'd your wings go?"

"Oh, I made them retract into my body. I can't hold them in for more than a day or so, because they're part of my natural form. We're okay for now, that is until you start fucking me. Then I'll lose it and they'll come back out."

"Whatever," Jack yawned. "Let's go now. Before that tape rips and your cleavage comes spilling out."



Cemetery Summons Ch. 03



Usually, the drive to the mall in Jack's nondescript four-door sedan was quite enjoyable, with only one stoplight right outside of his apartment complex and then a long stretch of road for him to cruise down with no stops until he got to the mall. Normally, he would have the music on and tuned in to his favorite station.

Not today.

Today was a bit different. His car trip was silent and tense. His passenger stared at him the entire way to the mall, her cold, lime green eyes staring intently at him while he tried to remain focused on driving. Somehow, she seemed to know how to get him hot and bothered. He found a parking space and heaved a sigh in relief.

Then he put his head down on the steering wheel and groaned. Elassa watched him for some time as he repeatedly hit his head against the edge of the leather-bound wheel, a frustrated look on his face.

"What's the matter Jack?" she feigned sweetly.

"I have to walk into Victoria's Secret with you, find you a bra size, and manage to shell out enough cash to find something that fits you. And all this without looking like I'm still a virgin. Crap..."

"Hey, don't be so down. I'll suck you off in there if we find a nice place to be alone," she suggested, trailing a finger up his thigh. Jack opened his door and got out of the car. He locked up as they walked toward the mall. Somehow, he knew that things weren't going to end well in here.

Inside, Jack looked at the directory and found Victoria's Secret after a good bit of searching. (He'd never needed to go there before, due to his lack of actually getting past second base with any of his girlfriends) Elassa followed him to the second floor, and got him sidetracked at store for swimsuits and the like.

She dragged him into the store with a sneaky grin written all over her features. She walked around idly while Jack checked his wallet for cash. He was going to have to get gas on the way back. Lucky him, with how expensive the crap was these days. He took some comfort in that he had enough money to get just about anything she could want for now.

He followed her down one of the isles and she picked out a swimsuit, turning to show him what it looked like draped over her shirt. He immediately flushed deep crimson when she raised her eyebrows.

"Oh, so you do think it looks good on me then," she beamed provocatively. What she had in her hand was a white bikini that looked as if it had been made for someone half her size and excess. The two triangles of fabric meant to contain her huge bust were barely enough to cover where her areoles would be.

It scared him to think that he knew her anatomy that well.

"Elassa, let's just go and get your clothes so we can leave. There's something in it for you if we get home in time for dinner," he proposed. Elassa's eyes narrowed to slits.

"You sick fuck."

The voice didn't belong to Elassa.

Both Jack and the succubus turned to face a girl about Jack's age, her face red with anger. Jack thought he recognized her, but he couldn't remember where he had seen her before. The girl stomped over to him and gave Jack a hard slap in the face. He stared in disbelief at the girl. What in God's name was wrong with her?!

"Can you tell me why exactly you're hitting m-" she slapped him again before he could finish his question. Jack raised his head and grabbed her wrist, glaring at her.

"Let me go," she ordered. Jack growled.

"Why the fuck are you hitting me?"

"You're playing games with that poor girl, like she's a toy or something," the girl answered. Elassa arched her thin, silvery eyebrows and flashed a smile at the girl. She wrapped her arms around Jack's chest and licked the shell of his ear with her sinfully long tongue. When she spoke, her breath was hot and lusty.

"Oh, child, you have no idea what kind of games I'm playing with him. You've got our positions mixed up."

"What?" questioned the confused girl.

"Nothing," chirped Elassa cheerfully, pinching Jack's cheek. She turned him around and took the wallet from his hands.

"Elassa, that doesn't even fit you!"

"All the more reason to buy it," she replied to Jack with a smile still present on her face. Jack, however begrudgingly, bought the two-sizes-too-small swimsuit for her and they were back on their original task of getting her a decent pair of undergarments and some clothes that actually fit her.

"Fuck, that girl slaps hard," Jack murmured. Elassa giggled.

"Oh Jack, you haven't had me rake my nails down your back yet, nor have I even begun to ride you. If that tiny little slap hurt, then you're going to cry when we have sex again," she idly explained, getting Jack more than a few strange or envious looks.

At Victoria's Secret, Jack couldn't really have been any more embarrassed. When Elassa walked in, every woman in the store stared at her (after giving themselves a quick once-over) and then stared at Jack. The teen walked up to the counter and a pretty girl with long, dark red hair and grayish-green eyes smiled at him.

"Hello there. Do you need help finding something, sir?"

"Uh, well..." Jack's face turned red as he spoke. "I need to find something that can fit my girlfriend," he finished. Elassa walked up and kissed Jack on the cheek.

"Jesus Christ you have a chest," said the store clerk, eyes wide. Elassa stuck out her chest with a grin.

"Why thank you. Now if I could just get my man to tell me that, I'd be a happy girl." Jack rolled his eyes and the store clerk took out measuring tape.

"Well, I'll measure you to make sure, but you look like you're somewhere in the F range. Um, let me measure you real quick."

"Would it be more accurate if you just measured my bare chest?" Elassa asked. The store clerk shrugged.

"I guess. If you want the most comfortable size, then I guess we can arrange something. Come on back to the dressing room for a minute." The store clerk called another store worker to take over the counter while she led Elassa back to the dressing room. Jack was left standing at the counter like some pervert. The new clerk rapped her knuckles on the countertop and drew Jack's attention.

"That was your girlfriend there?" she asked, flipping blonde hair out of her blue eyes.

"Yeah."

"How'd you two meet?"

"Well, it's a little bit of a mystery even to me. I was walking home through the cemetery right off of Breyn Street, and she just kind of found me. And I guess that's when she became my girlfriend," Jack answered, wishing that Elassa would hurry up.

A loud squeak came from the back of the store and Jack leaned sideways as the redhead from before poked her head around the corner, a confused look on her face.

"How in God's name did you get that tape around her like that? She almost hit me in the face with those things!" she exclaimed, causing Jack's pink-tinged cheeks to turn cherry red again. He could hear Elassa's laughter from beck in the dressing room and shook his head with dismay.

"So, you two been going out long?" the blonde clerk asked. Jack shrugged.

"Long enough for me to get over the fact that she's always hungry for me," he replied, scratching the back of his head. He heard a bit of noise again from the direction of his busty succubus and managed to ignore it for the most part. Why did she have to make such a ruckus about getting underwear? The longer Jack stayed her, the more embarrassed he felt.

"So..." the clerk began again. "If you don't mind me asking; you two have had sex, right?"

"Yeah, we have."

"You're pretty lucky to have someone like her as your girlfriend. You don't look too old. How old are you anyway?"

"Nineteen," Jack said, hearing his name from the dressing room. Before the clerk could say anything else, Elassa walked around the corner with a bra covering her chest. She licked her teeth sensually and leaned forward, letting her contained chest become more pronounced.

"Oh Jack. I may found my size. I'd be very happy if you could take me to get some clothes now, if you would. Or if you want to take me home right away, that's fine too," she suggested. Jack sighed.

"Alright, I get it, you win. Just put some clothes on and we'll go wherever you want to, okay? Just put those away," Jack pleaded. Elassa returned to the dressing room and appeared again with the store clerk and her black shirt on. Jack paid for her lingerie and they left the store immediately. Elassa giggled when Jack flinched at the touch of her hand against his arm.

"Don't be so nervous. It's like you're embarrassed of me or something," joked the succubus. Jack scoffed.

"Yeah, well, you're used to being stared at for being beautiful. I'm just in the background in this situation, regular old me," Jack said, pinching the bridge of his nose briefly.

"Just remember, at the end of the day, all they get to do is stare. You get to do much more, and that's not just with my pussy either. You still have yet to utilize my chest, master."

"Whatever. Let's just get to Macy's or something and get something that fits you. I just want to get the hell out of here before someone I know finds me and wants to know why I have a supermodel-looking woman hanging off me."

"Jack, how sweet. Just for that little comment, you just earned rights to my entire body tonight, every dip and curve, every hole, every little moan. They're all yours tonight." She locked her arm in his at the elbow and pushed one of her 36FFF-sized breasts against him.

"Haven't they always been?" he replied with a smirk. Elassa laughed.

"I'm glad it was you who summoned me, really, I am. Only you would be able to surprise me like that, Jack. But you'll know when I am completely relinquishing myself to you, trust me. I've not yet shown you how horny I get." Elassa pushed Jack into the store and let go of his arm. She eagerly began to pick out her desired clothes, all kinds of shorts and tight-fitting shirts and other things that didn't look like they fit her at all.

Jack looked at his wallet again and whimpered. She was going to spend all his leftover cash in one day at this rate. He looked around for her, and upon not finding her, figured that she must be in the dressing room.

He waited around for a while before Elassa's arm came out from behind the corner, curling her finger for Jack to go to her. He shrugged and walked over to the dressing room, turning the corner. Elassa suddenly dragged him into the dressing room and locked the door behind him. She turned to face the door.

"Uh..."

"Zip me, would you?" she asked innocently, referring to the zipper on her short denim skirt. Jack's brow creased when he saw that the zipper was already done to the top.

"It's already zipped up. What do you want me to do?"

"Unzip me of course. Remember what I said before? We finally found a place to be alone, Jack. And I'm going to squeeze all your anxiety right out of that cock of yours. Now unzip me and get these clothes off me. It's so uncomfortable having to cover myself up." Elassa stuck her backside out at him, pulling the skirt tight across her ass. Jack grabbed her by the shoulder and turned her around.

"Not here," he ordered. Elassa smiled and then pinched his cheek.

"You're getting the hang of this. Fine then, we'll finish this little game in the car."

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Jack slammed his car door shut and wailed with anguish as he looked into his nigh empty wallet. Elassa had bought around ten outfits to wear on a regular basis, two that were a little more to wear in private, and three to relax in. And it had almost broken Jack's bank. He barely had enough money left to stop and get gas. The door opposite his opened and closed, the vehicle's second passenger and baggage in the passenger seat quietly.

Jack hardly gave Elassa even a glance as he put his car in reverse and backed out. He shifted into drive and left the mall with a bored and tired look on his face. Goddamnit, did that woman hate him so much that she wanted to suck him dry financially. Jesus, she really was evil!

Jack's hands suddenly jerked and his car swerved slightly. The veins on his neck stood out like angry blue snakes and he fumed with anger.

"Elassa!" he yelled. Her hand retracted from his crotch.

"Oh, were you doing something important?" She reached down again and began petting his crotch again. Jack gritted his teeth in anger, but did nothing more. He felt her fingers begin to undo the button on his jeans, but he said nothing.

Yelling at her apparently didn't work, and hitting her was like trying to knock down a brick wall with a pillow. And he had just about zero control over her when she started up like this. And so, he resigned himself to her wishes. While trying to keep his attention on driving, Jack could consciously register the unzipping of his jeans and his stiffening cock in Elassa's hand.

"Seriously, this if fucking shit Elassa. I'm trying to drive here."

"If you're in a hurry to go nowhere, then pull over." Elassa began to stroke him once she deemed him sufficiently hard for it.

"I'll get questioned by a cop, and then I'll get arrested for indecent exposure."

"Then maybe you should just finish faster and we could get back to your apartment?" she offered, slowing the pace of her hand. Jack growled at her, glanced over, put his hand behind her head, and slammed her face into his crotch. He shoved himself as far down her throat as could be allowed, but she didn't resist, or even gag. She began to eagerly suck his cock, tightening her throat as her head began to bob up and down.

Jack kept one hand on her head and one on the wheel, somehow managing to keep driving while her long tongue played with the sensitive skin just under his engorged glans. Elassa moaned, vibrations reverberating through Jack's entire crotch. His hips bucked against her face, but she didn't lose rhythm. In fact, it only seemed to make her go faster.

"Jesus, how am I going to get out to pump gas like this?" Jack asked himself as he pulled into the gas station. Elassa unbuckled her seatbelt as Jack pulled up to the pump. She removed herself from him, a wicked grin on her face.

"If you touch yourself while I'm doing this, then I'll never, ever, have sex with you again. Now give me some cash. I have to pay inside." Jack handed her his wallet and she scampered off to the gas pump. Jack grabbed the wheel with both hands to keep them off his throbbing erection.

He gritted his teeth, squeezed the wheel, flexed his legs, anything to get his mind's attention away from the yearning in his loins. He was going to kill that woman, stab her to death with a kitchen knife or something. How could she just leave him like this?! 

Jack watched with irritation as Elassa rolled her hips around idly while she was waiting, earning more than few looks from two guys filling up an oversized truck with wheels that looked like they belonged on an army humvee. Elassa finished filling up the car and walked into the gas station to pay.

Upon coming out of the building, both guys approached her and began acting a little 'too friendly' for Jack's taste. Elassa seemed perfectly fine with it though, apparently not caring in the slightest. With an unpleasant groan, Jack zipped up his pants and opened his door.

"Elassa," Jack warned. She glanced at him, leered, and then paid no more attention to him. Jack muttered a curse under his breath and got out of his car, slamming the door shut hard. Hands in his pockets, he walked up to the succubus with a straight face. 

"Oh, Jack, hello. You want me to come and finish you off, right?"

"Whoa," said the first guy, a short, broad teen that looked about Jack's age. "Hold up baby. We just got started talking. Don't leave so soon."

"I think it's best that you just let her leave," Jack said, hoping that this was enough to persuade the guy. Instead, it only provoked the other one, who looked a bit older and with a tacky, green mohawk and three lip piercings.

"Hey, back off buddy. If she wants to talk to us, then fuck off."

"Hey, asshole, step off or I'll pull those fucking piercings out of your ugly fucking face," Jack threatened, pulling his hands from his pockets. Mohawk-head apparently couldn't keep his cool, and threw a hard punch at Jack's face.

Leaning back, the blow went straight over Jack's head, and he hooked his arm into the other guy's elbow. Pulling down with a quick motion, Mohawk-head was thrown to the ground and hit his head on the concrete. The other, shorter one of the two backed away, apparently not in the mood or mindset to fight, even though he looked like he could hold his own easily.

"Derek, just let it go. This guy looks like serious shit," said the shorter one.

Derek got back up and balled his fists again, glaring.

"Fuck off Andy. I can handle this one. I'm a fucking black belt, remember?"

"Just great," remarked Jack. "Another self-righteous faggot who took Taekwondo and thinks he's tough shit." At that statement, Elassa laughed aloud and Derek kicked for Jack's knees. Stepping back, Jack swept his foot behind Derek's ankle and pulled. The black belt's leg came down on the ground nearly two feet from where he had expected, and he nearly did the splits trying to keep from falling. Jack kicked him in the nose and sent him to the ground.

"Motherfucker!"

"Don't pull that martial arts bullshit on me. I learned more from watching Systema videos on Youtube than you did with hundred-dollar lessons at the dojo downtown. C'mon Elassa, let's go if you're through here."

That wasn't a request directed at her. It was a statement. He was telling her to leave with him, and she wasn't going to question him. Jack returned to his car, made sure everything was in order at the pump, and pulled out of the gas station. Elassa licked her lips sensually and hummed in a low tone. Jack paid her no attention as she reached for his jeans.

"Oh Jack, that was amazing. I love it when you talk down to people; it gets me so horny."

"Forget it," Jack declared, keeping his eyes on the road ahead. He continued to ignore her, even when her hand reached his zipper. He clenched his jaw and tightened his grip on the steering wheel. Elassa stopped.

"You're that angry?"

"Forget having sex, or even touching me. You can sleep on a bed of nails tonight for all I care," he snorted. Elassa sat straight up and folded her arms across her chest, a smugness about her person like an aura almost. A corner of her mouth curled up.

"You think you can resist me of all people?" she asked, confident that Jack wasn't going to hold out. Instead, the teen took a deep breath and then narrowed his eyes.

"After you just left me there? You sat there and talked to those two guys while I was waiting, waiting for you to get back and finish sucking me off. And then you didn't come back. Fuck you, all the way back to hell. You're getting nothing tonight." Elassa tried to protest, but a sideward glare from Jack's cold blue eyes kept her silent. She slumped in her seat and pouted like a child, but Jack didn't say any words of consolation. He simply drove them back to his apartment complex in utter silence. The drive was a bit less tense, albeit a little boring though.

At the complex, Jack parked and left his car, slamming the door shut behind him as he pressed the lock button twice. His car barked its signature lock noise in return as Jack walked up the steps to his apartment, and unlocked it with the key. Inside, he threw his shirt on the couch and walked into the laundry room. He heard the front door close and started pulling clothes out of the washing machine.

"Jack! Don't be so mean to me!" wailed Elassa from the couch. Jack shut the dryer door after putting in a dryer sheet and turned the machine on. It buzzed in refusal, and he pushed the knob again. This time, it turned on and began its job. 

He began stuffing the pile of clothes on the floor into the washing machine, checking the pockets like he had been taught by his mother as a kid. He found a twenty in a pair of shorts and stuffed it into his pocket. Elassa was still in the next room, still pouting in a vain attempt to get him to relent.




Cemetery Summons Ch. 03



"Jack! Oh, fine then! I'll just do this myself!" she yelled. Jack turned his head and saw her pick up his shirt. She held it in both hands and lifted it to her nose, inhaling deeply. She breathed again, this time as deeply as she could. Her eyes were almost closed. Jack leaned against the washing machine and watched with growing interest as she licked his shirt and moaned something darkly.

Her right hand slid down her curvaceous body, slipping beneath her shorts and into her panties. Jack saw her eyes shut entirely when her fingers reached her wet sex. She began at a slow rhythm, long, slow drives into her body with slender fingers. Jack could see the strain in her legs, tendons on her feet clearly defined. She took another deep breath and her toes curled.

"Jesus..." Jack murmured, finishing with the laundry as he loaded the detergent and turned the washing machine on. 

He walked into his bathroom and took off his jeans and boxers and hopped into the shower. The water washed over him and he looked down at his cock staring him in the face, pulsing.

"Jack! Oh!" came the succubus' voice from the living room-kitchen. Jack grabbed his cock and sighed.

"Damn bitch," he muttered.



Cemetery Summons Ch. 04



The next day, Jack woke up, ate breakfast, and walked to school without Elassa nagging him. In fact, it was a tad bit odd that he didn't even see her while he was getting ready for school. At the moment, he was trying to get the last few lines of 'Romeo and Juliet: Act II' read before Mr. Jacobi came in and bitched to the class about how terrible his life was.

Honestly, with the little bit of English literature and playwriting he'd shown them, he should have gotten fired for lack of doing anything. With a sigh, Jack finished the act and slammed the book down on his desk, relieved to be done with the crap.

"Tired of this thing already?" asked Rob, Jack's best friend since kindergarten.

"You of all people should know that I hate romance in its base forms," Jack shot back with a yawn. Rob rapped his fingertips on the desk.

"And that's why you'll never have a girlfriend, Jack. You're a cold-hearted fiend, just like that guy who killed six million people in Europe? What was his name, Hitler?"

"I'm not Hitler, and that guy wrote poetry, certainly not a bit like me. And screw you, I got laid by a thirty six triple-F chick on Saturday, so you can kiss my ass right now."

"I call Bullshit," Rob declared immediately. In front of Jack, Jonathan, another of his friends, turned around and slapped his hand down on Jack's desk.

"So, what's this giga-titted woman look like, eh?" the blonde-headed teen asked. Jack slammed his fist down on Jonathan's hand and grinned widely.

"I was just getting to that. Well, she's got-"

"Get back in your seats!" yelled Mr. Jacobi as he slammed the door, stuffing his cell phone into his pocket. Rob returned to sitting in his chair instead of hanging out of it across the aisle. Jonathan turned around as Mr. Jacobi sat down in his desk, huge, rotund stomach settling long after the rest of him had stopped moving. He turned around in his swivel chair and wrote the day's work up on the board, messily as usual.

Jack groaned. They had to write a synopsis on the act, and that meant using quotes and page numbers and lots of other things that just made the activity suck up time and turn into homework in seconds. Jack begrudgingly took out his pencil and paper, reopening his book to find the start of act two. He cursed under his breath.

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About half way through with the synopsis, Rob started poking him with the sharp end on his pen. And after about six pokes, Jack growled at his friend to quit it. But Rob had no intentions of letting Jack get his work done in class. He was already done, as usual, and had all the free time in the world to do whatever the hell he wanted to while he bothered Jack for an obscure reason.

"So..." Rob began. "About that chesty chick you say you got laid by. What's her name?" he asked curiously, barely above a whisper. Jack arched a brow.

"Believing yet?"

"Not a chance," Rob shot back with a silly grin on his face.

"Fine, whatever. Her name's Elassa." Jack watched as his friend's face became dull and bored.

"You could have said Jenny, or Eli, or even Franka, and I might have believed you. But Elassa? You are such a bad liar."

"I'm not joking, Rob. Her name is Elassa. Do you want living proof?" he asked.

"You know where she lives?!" Rob whispered furiously. Jack put a thumb to his own chest and flashed Rob a wolfish grin.

"Do I know where she lives? She lives with me, boyo," he mocked. Rob grabbed Jack by his collar in his usual gesture saying that he was about to relent and change the subject. But when he did this, Mr. Jacobi looked over at them and tapped on his desk.

"Hey, you two, quit horsing around and get back to work," he ordered.

"Yeah, you two are interrupting my studies with all your talk about fantasy girls," said Brandon, the typical school jock with a hot cheerleader girlfriend that was too good for him, and the perfect teeth and the heart-winning smile, and the asshole attitude to fit. And Jack was his kryptonite, so to speak.

"Hey, Brandon, what was this act about again? Or are you going to suck Josh off again for another summary?" Jack asked cheerfully, leering at the quarterback as everyone burst into laughter. Mr. Jacobi stood up and pointed to the door with a thick, meaty finger.

"Jack, get out. And take your talk about girls with you," he bellowed. Jack inclined his head in a gesture of thanks, packed up his stuff, and threw his backpack over his shoulder. He walked down the aisle toward the door.

"You'd dead sixth period," whispered Brandon as Jack passed by him. He ignored the jock's threat and opened the door. On his way out, Mr. Jacobi said something that made Jack's blood boil and all the gears in his brain stop at once.

"Like he could ever manage to get a girl," he said. The class erupted into another fit of laughter and Jack walked back into the room, backwards. He spun on heel to face the fat teacher, a livid look in his eyes. He balled his fists when he spoke.

"Oh yeah? When I go home today, I'm getting fucked by a beautiful woman, which is more than I can say for you, you fat asshole!" And with that, Jack turned back around and slammed the door behind him as he left.

He walked down the hall to his next class, which happened to be lunch. He never had understood why lunch was considered a class in its own right, nor why he and every other student got a hundred in it every year. But then again, he rarely ever understood anything about how this place worked.

The bell rang and Jack opened the door to the cafeteria and set his backpack down at the nearest table. He plopped himself down on the bench and waited for the big room to fill up. Within minutes, it was packed as it usually was and his table filled up with friends. On his side of the table was Samantha, himself, and then Nick. On the other side were Jonathan, Francisco the foreign exchange student, and Rudolf.

None of them were what anyone would consider entirely normal. Like everyone else, they had their vices, and their odd spots. But Rudolf, Samantha, and Francisco were the only ones that could be considered part of the normal classification.

Nick was really into German stuff, entirely engulfed in the culture and the music and the language. In fact, he was in German V, a class that he was taking via online college classes. The guy was going to be some kind of translator, either that or a WWII historian.

Jonathan was inclined to be a bit boisterous, much like Rob, but with more inclination toward shouting perverted or very odd things in the middle of a conversation so loud that it drew attention from even the nerdy students absorbed in their talk about God-knows-what.

Jack, well he was the anarchist. He talked back at his teachers when they were belligerent toward students, had jovial conversations with his crazy history teacher and Nick about the early forties in Europe. He stood up for the little guy, really, and that was what had earned him much ire from people like Brandon, who wanted to assert authority that didn't exist.

"So, guys, what's new? Anyone find a girlfriend yet, or am I still your clique's only girl?" Samantha asked to start up a legitimate conversation. Jonathan took the mustard-smothered corndog out of his mouth and glanced at Jack before speaking.

"Jack got fucked by a chick who had thirty six triple-F's Saturday. And she's living with him right now, so he says." Everyone looked at Jack and he turned a bit red. Samantha elbowed him in the side playfully.

"Hey, way to go buddy. Finally lost your virginity, eh?"

"Yeah, and why the hell are you three still staring at me? You got a problem with consensual missionary-position sex?" Jack growled jokingly. Rudolf shielded his eyes as if he were trying to block out the light of the sun.

"My eyes! They burn with the horrible image!" he cried. It was a running joke between the group of friends that if any of them ever had consensual missionary-position sex, that the others would beat him within a inch of his life and then make him, or her, repent by fighting a battle to the death against a bear. (weird, right?)

But, seeing as everyone present had their own way to be weird, it wasn't out of the norm. In fact, their usual conversations at lunch tended to make the prissy girls at the next section over blush and try to tune them out. And at their worst, they could even get people to move, simply with words.

"So, Jack, tu tienes puta?" Francisco asked. Jack shrugged.

"Whatever that means, yeah."

"You have pussy?" the foreigner asked in a hushed, secretive tone.

"Damn straight amigo," Jack replied, snapping his fingers. Rudolf scratched the side of his head and then looked around as if he didn't want to be heard. He even leaned in toward the center of the table so he couldn't be heard by anyone not already involved in the conversation.

"So, her tits were big?"

"Hell yeah, dude, like two cantaloupes on her chest. I couldn't even get my hands all the way on 'em," Jack boasted, trying to put his hands at a distance from himself to represent her bust line. Rudolf's eyes went wide.

"You lie! That tongue of yours may be silver, but I have a brain of gold."

"Which may explain why you have your head down in English all the time," Samantha commented dryly, giggling. Jonathan slapped Rudolf on the back and grinned.

"Hey, let's just see if he's telling the truth, mein herrgott," he said, making his best effort at a bow. He was lightly mocking Rudolf's German heritage. And by God, the senior was built to fit the part of one. He was broad-shouldered, Aryan, and six feet four inches. On top of that, he weighted two forty, and had a loud, baritone voice to boot.

"Yeah, you just wait. With all the craziness Jack tells us, I wouldn't be surprised if she had a big zauberstab down there instead of a-"

"Alright Rudolf," scolded Samantha.

"You know he's right, Sam, it is Jack after all," Nick chimed in, his thick brow lifted.

"Guys, give him a chance. Maybe she really does stuff her bra with balloons," she joked. Everyone fell out laughing and Jack rolled his eyes. Again, the jokes piled on. He couldn't wait to prove them wrong.

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The last class of the day was gym, and Jack walked into the huge gymnasium talking to Sam about the homework they had to do for history class. They se their stuff down and got changed in their respective locker rooms, coming back out for class afterward. They sat down on the wooden bleachers and started talking again.

About ten minutes passed and Coach Kell arrived and they began class. All sixty or so students lined up as they had been doing for the past few months since school had started. They did their exercises and then Coach Kell had them go out to the track field to play football. On the way out, Brandon shoved past him and glared wordlessly. Not caring much, Jack simply shrugged it off and continued walking as if nothing had happened.

On the field, Coach Kell handed them flag belts and told them that they were to divide into teams based on their lines in the gym to play flag football. Jack wrapped a belt around his waist and pulled his shirt down over the actual belt like everyone else did. It helped, sort of.

They split into teams and then the other team was thrown the bal to kick it off. Of course, they just happened to have the kicker from the football team. The ball sailed over to them and Jack was unfortunate enough to have it come to him. He caught it with a grunt and ran down the field. He got about twenty or so yards before a forearm hit him in the face and his belt was torn off. He dropped to the ground and blinked away tears.

"Told you I'd get you back," said Brandon arrogantly, dropping Jack's flag belt.

"Hey, asshole, it's a game. No need to get so worked up over it," he growled, pulling himself to his feet. And as usual, Coach Kell was entirely oblivious to anything at all while he texted away on his phone.

A few plays passed and Jack's team scored a touchdown. Then they kicked off and it was run back to them. Tom, another of Jack's minor friends, almost destroyed the poor little guy that'd caught the ball on accident. They had chosen to dodge to the same side, and Tom was a full foot taller and almost that much broader than the short kid. Falling to the ground, the kid's nose began bleeding and Coach Kell noticed now that someone was hurt.

After looking around, the teacher whistled sharply.

"Jack, take Jeffery to the nurse's office!" he said. Jack took off his flag belt and set it on the sideline as he took Jeffery to the main building. But when they got inside, Jack felt a trail of snot running down his lip. He licked it, and tasted something coppery, metallic. He smeared the stuff on his fingers and looked at it. It was blood.

His blood.

"Hey, Jeff, you can go to the office along, right? I think I have a nosebleed too." he said. The crook-nosed boy nodded and waved Jack off. Jack put a hand over his nose and walked to the bathroom, which was empty. He stood over one of the sinks and realized that it was both nostrils that were bleeding. He grabbed a brown paper towel and daubed it to his nose. The blood didn't stop at all.

He took the paper towel away, and found that his nose was bleeding more now, onto his shirt. Jack leaned over the sink and exhaled sharply through his nose. Droplets of blood splattered on the bowl of the sink, and the red stuff came out of his nose faster. Jack, alarmed, stuffed another paper towel to his nose.

He waited, and then felt blood trickling down his chin. Taking the paper towel from his nose a second time, a torrent of blood came out and he coughed hard. Clots of blood hit the sink and some hit the mirror in front of him. Jack put a hand over his mouth as he felt something coming up his throat.

He threw up, and his hand tightened over his mouth to keep it from spilling out. Red ooze seeped through his fingers and his eyes went wide. It was blood! He was puking blood! Jack coughed again and blood streamed out from between his fingers, like a red lake breaking its dam. He emptied his mouth of blood, tasting the metallic liquid with disgust. Jack realized that any more of this and he was going to die.

But he couldn't drag himself away from the sink as he threw up again, blood spilling into it. Jack turned the water on to help dissipate the disgusting red color in the bowl. Blood continued to stream from his nose and he felt sick to his stomach. He coughed more blood up and spat it out of his mouth.

After another round of vomiting and coughing, Jack was finally through with the ordeal. With several paper towels, he cleaned his face of blood and wiped off the blood that had splattered onto the countertop. But when he went to clean the mirror, he stopped cold.

He was far too pale to be healthy.

His skin held an unearthly pallor to it, the veins on his arms a clear blue color against the slight tinge of pink his skin had retained. He was gaunt, tired, and looked spent in every way. His eyes looked tired, and he wore a grim expression on his face. Veins crisscrossed his hands and his right cheek. Overall, he looked strikingly like a corpse.

Dismissing the thought, the teen wiped away the blood from the mirror and cleaned up any evidence of his ordeal. What had just happened? Why had his body purged blood from its own systems? Didn't he need that stuff for, oh, say...living?!

Jack put his hand on the wall for support and walked to the door. Outside the bathroom, he used the wall as a support to keep himself from staggering. He felt so tired, so used up and spent. He felt like he had just run a marathon at a sprint. Even so, he walked with a little help from the wall back through the gym and then out to the track field. By the time he reached the fence surrounding the black circle, he felt better and was able to walk on his own just fine. His head hurt a little, but that was to be expected after losing God knows how much blood. Jack rejoined his friends on the field.

When Samantha looked at him, she furrowed her brow and took his hand, examining it.

"Jack, you don't look so good. You're pale as hell; what happened?"

"I had a nosebleed that wouldn't stop," Jack said, technically not lying. He had just failed to mention the pints of blood he'd coughed up with the nosebleed. Samantha looked skeptical, but said nothing. She was a lot smarter than most of her friends took her for, and Jack knew it. He had no idea why she hung out with a bunch of morons, but she did nonetheless.

With an offhanded wave, she walked away and Jack was put back into the game. For essentially being touch football, the bruises on Tom's brow looked rather rough. Jack took his place right in front of Brandon and the jock snapped the ball. He surged forward with his elbow out, but Jack ignored the arm.

Spinning to the right, he passed by Brandon completely and slapped the jerk in the back of the head with his fist, running for Josh who had the ball. Josh pulled his arm back for a throw, and Jack tore the ball from his fingers, running it to the endzone without hindrance. When he stopped, he looked down at the ball and then back at where he had originally been standing.

Why had that been so easy?

"Jack! That was awesome!" exclaimed Samantha, running over to him. Jack stared at the ball in his hand, and scratched the back of his head. Why had that been so easy?

"I don't even know how that happened. I just ran and it all happened," he said, dumbfounded. Jack tried to figure out how that had happened for a long time, for the rest of the class even. And without barely registering the game was going on, he had pushed all the way down the field for another touchdown after stealing the ball right out of Josh's hands again.

The bell rang inside the school and they changed out of the gym clothes in the locker rooms before leaving. Jack slung his backpack over his shoulder and looked at himself in the bathroom mirror while Samantha waited for him outside the door. He looked a little better, but still pale. Why had he coughed up all the blood?

Ignoring the occurrence as some freak incident, Jack left the bathroom and met up with Rob and Jonathan in the hallway. Together, the four walked out behind the school where students were being picked up by their parents and those who could drive were exiting the parking lot. Others were walking home down the sidewalks on either side of the street.

Jack groaned as a familiar busty succubus waved at him from a bench in the park neighboring the school. Rob nudged Jack in the ribs with his elbow, grinning. Jack knew a snappy comment was coming soon.

"Looks like it's your lucky day. She thinks you're me," he chided. The four walked across the double lane of the school entrance and to the park where Elassa was waiting quietly. As they drew nearer, she stood up and Jack groaned audibly. She was wearing a tank top, her striped bra, and stretchy shorts that only reach a third or the way down her thigh.

"Jack, I can't tell you how long I've waited for you to come back. I can barely stand it," she said, a light pink flush on her cheeks. She took Jack's head and held it in her hands, kissing him after winking. She pushed her tongue into his mouth and moaned. Jack pushed her off momentarily to get some breathing room.

"Elassa, are you kidding me? At home, yes, here, no!" he growled. Rob's jaw would have dropped to the ground had it not been hinged to his skull. Jonathan simply laughed.

"You really weren't lying! She does have melons! Rob, you owe me fifty bucks!"

"Un-fucking-believable," Rob said in sheer and utter disbelief.

"Elassa, quit it. I wanted you to meet my friends today," Jack whined, trying to pry the succubus off his chest. She smiled sweetly and forced a hand into his pants.

"There's only one friend I want to see, and that's your co-" Jack slammed a hand over her mouth before she could finish her sentence and shook his head slowly. Elassa licked his fingers and slipped her tongue between his fingers. Jack put his head against hers and glared into her lime green eyes.




Cemetery Summons Ch. 04



"Behave yourself," he demanded. Elassa removed his hand from her mouth and leaned to speak directly into his ear.

"I can't. Not after yesterday, after what you did last night. I can barely keep my eyes from crossing," she stammered weakly. Her lips pushed against his ear and she kissed it, hot and lustful breath enveloping whatever thoughts were currently dying in Jack's mind. He turned his head to his friends and smiled weakly.

"Sorry guys, maybe another time. I really have to get home."

"Jack, make sure you use a rubber," Samantha advised before turning to leave. Rob still stared, and Jonathan waved goodbye. Jack left with his succubus, not exactly relishing the fact that he was probably going to get hurt this time when they had sex.

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Jack didn't like where this was going. In fact, he hadn't even liked it when she had suggested, or even hinted the word 'kinky' to him. To her, kinky was trying him to the four corners of the bed, stripping him of all his clothing, and then sitting on his chest.

After they had gotten home, she had stripped down again to her bare skin and forced her wings back out to their fearsome glory. At the moment, they were curled around her shapely torso, shrouding her enormous breasts with fleshy black-purple flaps between stints of bone tipped with spikes.

Her lime green eyes glowed a neon hue, casting a luminescent green across the dark room. Jack glanced at the window, which was the only source of light in the room, and whimpered softly. The sun was already starting to go down. He had been tied here for hours!

Jack's stomach growled and Elassa tilted her head to the side, a coy look on her gorgeous, innocent face. She unfurled her wings, stretching them like stiff limbs, and let her breasts sway with her body.

"You're hungry, aren't you Jack?" she questioned with a giggle. Jack frowned.

"You could have at least let me eat something before you blindfolded me and tied me up, Elassa," Jack snapped. Elassa held up a black satin cloth made of the same stuff as her long nigh-translucent, fingerless gloves.

"Oh, you mean this? I took it off master, is that not enough? My my, you are so picky," scolded the woman. Jack's stomach growled again. "Don't worry, momma has something better than what you wanted to eat." Elassa slid back on his torso, ending up with her backside pushing against Jack's throbbing erection. She rubbed herself against it to the rhythm of its pulsations.

"Elassa, cut it out. Let me get up first," he protested. Elassa shook her head and patted his belly with one hand, the other tweaking her nipple. She moaned a little and then lowered herself to him, propped up on one hand. She cupped the back of Jack's head in her hand and grinned manically.

"Come to momma!" she squealed, shoving his face against her breast. She let herself fall onto him completely, smothering him on soft, alabaster flesh. Jack bit down, and Elassa cried out in pleasure. "If I knew you were that eager, I wouldn't have skipped this part the first time!" she placed one hand under her breath and the other on top of it.

She slowly pushed them away from her body, squishing her breast between them. Jack's eyes went wide with wonder. She was kneading herself! She was breastfeeding him! Jack bit down on her nipple and the succubus threw her head back, silver hair washing down her back and shoulders. Her neon green eyes closed and she moaned, still kneading her breast.

Jack sucked eagerly on the hardened pink bud, not caring that it was breast milk that he was about to be fed with. With his tiny lunch, he had nearly been starved the entire day, and this was his only way of trying to slake that hunger at all.

After a short wait, Elassa pushed harder and Jack felt warm, sweet liquid fill his mouth. With all eagerness, he gulped it down, sucking for more and promptly receiving what he wanted. Elassa smiled down at him (although Jack couldn't see her) with a motherly quality to her face. Jack strained against his binds so that he could grab her and hold her tightly.

If Jack's lust was a physical being, it would be far larger than anything imaginable. Jack's cock pulsed so hard that it was beginning to be an actual pain. His wrists were red from abrasion and his ankles were much the same color.

Still, Jack struggled, a gleam in his eyes of lust and want. By God did he want to ravish this woman! He yanked at the cords holding him immobile and whined even with the squishy mountain of flesh in his face. He sucked greedily at Elassa's breasts though, drinking the warm liquid as it came to him.

Elassa on the other hand, moaned so noisily that it sounded almost as if she were screaming. Her breath left her chest in rhythm with Jack's suckling. While Jack emptied one of her breasts, she pinched the other, causing it to swell with milk and take on a pinkish hue.

The succubus soon began purring like a cat as Jack's sucking lessened.

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Elassa stared down at the short brown hair of her lover, Jack. Her neon green eyes glowed with passion and lust that she had been subject to very few times in her centuries-long existence as a succubus. She licked her pale purple lips and squeezed her traffic-stopping chest to work every last drop out of her body.

It took all her will and self control to keep from screaming at this point. It felt so good. His teeth biting her nipple, his tongue tracing circles around her areola. Gods! It was amazing. She hadn't had her tits played with in nearly a century, and it had been such a long decade of fasting and abstinence before Jack had summoned her.

In fact, the night he had summoned her, she had actually been naked on accident. But, even so, it was a bonus that she had appeared that way, and that she had caught such a wonderful virgin within her web of seduction. He was hers and she knew it.

Though at times she faltered.

Jack bit down again on her nipple, sucking extraordinarily vigorously. Elassa kept her composure and allowed herself another moan. If she was going to cum from this, she'd better get started on her other engorged orb before getting to the good stuff. It took a good deal of effort to remove her breast from his mouth, tender flesh raw and red, especially her nipple. She still had teeth marks on her body.

Without a lengthy pause, Elassa leaned down again and crushed her vast cleavage against Jack's flat, toned chest. She wore a cute smile, one that would have graced the lips of a child instead of someone so ancient and lusty as her. She winked at him, his blue eyes glancing at one of hers, then the other. He was searching for an answer to her refusal to feed him.

Another loud growl of his stomach drew her attention and he snapped out of his needing, craving disposition. Sudden annoyance flared within his features, though he controlled it quite nicely.

"Jack, do you want the other one? It's ready for you," Elassa teased, her skin taut across her tit. Jack glared daggers into her soul and Elassa felt her body shudder. Her pussy was wet immediately. Jack narrowed his eyes and the succubus bit her curled finger, eyes beginning to cross.

"You know, if you untied me, I'd be much more willing to try some new things with you, Elassa," he purred slyly. Crossing her arms over her chest, Elassa snorted and sat back up.

"And to think that I was about to kiss you and let you suck the other one too..."

"Elassa!" Jack rebuked. Elassa raised an eyebrow as he spoke. "Untie my arms, now," he concluded his demand with a sort of movement meant to bare his fangs. Elassa smirked, her maternal instincts and lecherous thought leaving her for a short time. She reached up obediently and yanked the cords holding Jack to the bed. The squat bedposts snapped like twigs beneath her unyielding strength and Jack lunged up at her.

He grabbed her by the neck with one hand and pinched her used breast with the other. Elassa was so fully taken aback that she let out a squeal in surprise. This was new. She hadn't seen him take control of anything without her telling him to. Well...his orders weren't exactly a-

"Oh! Jack please don't! I don't want to cum yet!" she howled, feeling his hot tongue on her breast. He teased her erect nipple with the tip of his tongue. Slowly, he probed at her flesh, allowing her just enough time to recover from each electric shock that was sent through her body. Pleasure wracked her form.

She couldn't stand up to a man who knew what he was doing with her tits.

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Jack had no idea what he was doing with her tits. He was just angry and horny and really just trying to get back at Elassa for teasing his cock this entire time. He had yet to even touch her ass for more than two seconds, and it was killing him. So after finding out her breasts made her sing like a songbird, he had started teasing them to get back at her.

If she wasn't such a damned tease, then maybe they he would have fucked her silly and really gotten to have sex with her in earnest. No. Not anymore. Now it was a game that he had to win. A demon comes into his house? Demands that he become the subject of her teasing? Not in this lifetime.

After the incident in the car, he thought that she'd had enough of teasing him and really wanted to have sex with him and fulfill her desires like he wanted to with her. Apparently he was wrong in thinking so, and he wasn't going to make the same mistake again. He was going to take control, and he was going to do it right.

Though she had the advantage of time and experience, he was a fast learner. And without a second thought, he sucked the tortured flesh into his mouth and brought forth a new surge of milky fluid to engorge himself on with all the voracity and avarice he chose to.

No sooner had he begun suckling did she grab his hair and tug on it with all her might. Jack felt her spongy chest envelop his face and he bit down hard on her nipple. She threw her head back and threw a moan from her parted lips that sounded like nothing Jack had ever heard before. He fondled her other breast roughly, eliciting heavy and labored moans from her throat. She sank down into his lap and Jack placed his left hand on the back of her neck.

"Master! Do it! Find release in me!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. Jack sucked in a mouthful of what he could, and then left her breast with a noisy gulp. He straightened his back and crammed his lips against hers. He forced his tongue into her mouth, and bent her will to his own like a metal rod in a furnace.

Sweat made her body glisten, and her breasts slippery and smoother than he could have thought possible. He could almost feel the soreness of her pert nipples against his chest, angry red welts where his teeth had bitten into her with nigh skin-piercing force. Jack ignored that and cupped her curvy hips in his hands, trying to gain purchase on her slick body.

He forced her hips back and she whined impatiently as his cock slid against her wet core. Jack felt her tongue go slack and her fingers curled on his back, marring his skin with red streaks from her long nails. Without a word, Jack smacked their bodies together with enough force to make his bed scoot forward an inch. Elassa screamed his name and he bucked his hips again, burying himself into her pussy down to the hilt. His name escaped her lips again and he bit her tongue to try and bring her back to their kiss.

With all the obedience of a wild animal, she grabbed his head with both hands and pushed her face against his. Their lips met at an awkward angle, almost out of the realm of a kiss. Jack doubted that she was even trying to kiss him at all, more of just trying to gain more contact with him.

The teen pulled her against him and then pushed her back up, easily slipping in and out of her body with each new thrust. He looked at his arms, and was rather surprised to see the tendons on the back of his hands were raised, like taut steel cables. He pounded her into submission, enjoying the cries of his name and the moans of different deities of love and fertility.

Jack enjoyed pulling her back into a kiss every time her head threw itself back and she gasped for air while her body jerked up and down sporadically. Jack guessed that she had cum at least once by now, because he was feeling his own climax coming about quite quickly.

He slammed their sexes together a few more times and felt his resistance weakening. Elassa stared him in the eyes, her irises a glowing neon hue. Whenever her head moved, her eyes left a green trail of ethereal dust behind, an afterimage of sorts.

Jack grinned with her as he plastered her insides with cum. Elassa sat dazed and confused on him, her eyes locked with his, but blank and dull. Her irises lost their former glimmer, and the lust that had consumed her seemed to be slaked for the moment. She collapsed into him and pushed his torso to the bed. Jack squeezed her with his hands, hard.

Elassa nuzzled his chest lovingly. She kissed the crook of his neck with soft lips, licking him tentatively with every kiss. Jack panted like a sprinter for the second time in three days, and Elassa remained calm and collected, humming lightly to herself. 

"That was incredible," Jack managed through his gasps for air.

"Did you expect anything less? You did, after all, summon me without trying. What reason have you to doubt the abilities you have?"

"I don't know." Jack panted. "But that didn't seem like me. I...fuck it, I can't explain it."

"Jack, I have to say that you are as good a partner that I could hope to find. I have never screamed like that before, nor clung to a man so hard as to break skin before. It's been so long since I got a fuck like that."

"At least something good happened. You wouldn't believe what was happening earlier today," Jack started Elass put her elbows on his rising and falling chest and her chin on her wrists, fingers intertwines beneath her smile. Her breasts rubbed gently against his abdomen. Without any warning, one of her wings folded down and stroked Jack's cheek gently. She caressed him with a knowing smile on her face, as if she knew that the appendage was bothering him a little.

"Try me."

"Well," a shrug following soon thereafter. "I had blood coming out of every hole in my face today, not all that pleasant," he said. Elassa's eyes widened.

"Blood? How much? What color was it?" she asked. Both of her wings slid beneath the back of his head and lifted it toward her face. They weren't even an inch apart now.

"A lot, and it was red, like blood usually is. Why?"

"No reason. Only that it's relevant," she replied. Jack felt her mouth against his. But this time, there was no hunger in her kiss, no feelings of lust or want or bestial need. There was genuine love and affection as she gently caressed his tongue with her own, slow and tender movements.



Cemetery Summons Ch. 05



Jack smiled and Elassa closed her eyes as their lips parted. She rubbed her nose against his before he spoke in a low, almost embarrassed tone.

"Now, if you'd let me take back my legs, maybe we could cuddle?"

"Cuddle?!" was her quick response, almost a bark. "You think we're done? No, not yet. You kept me waiting for two days, and you're going to be milked dry for teasing me in the car!"

"I teased you?! Do you understand what I went through when you got out and didn't even bother to finish me off?!"

"I haven't even gotten to taste your cum, master, and you never let me. I wondered all night what it would taste like, what it would feel like, its smell, the color, how you would jerk in my mouth! You denied me the answers! You teased me so! You still tease me!" whined the succubus with pouty lips.

"What's stopping you?"

"You won't let me up!" she cried in a shrill voice, looking back at her reddened rear. He still held her against him, locking them together at waist level. Jack rolled his eyes.

"We're done for today," he said.

"But-"

"We're done for today," Jack repeated, closing his eyes. Elassa shook his head with her wings, but he simply smirked.

"Jack!" she protested, drumming her fists against the bed.

"Either let me eat, or let me sleep."

"Then eat!" she cried, attempting to disconnect their sexes. Jack forced her back down.

"Why do you call me master?" he asked, kissing her neck. Elassa shivered with pleasure and looked down at him with lustful, voracious eyes. They still held a neon glow, meaning that she was still horny. She tucked his head into the crook of her neck and pushed her massive tits against him once again.

"Because you are my master. You're my owner, my summoner. My bond with you is stronger than any oath of fealty, any bond between parent and child, any vows of love made by young lovers in years past. You cannot fathom the bond that I have to you, nor how much the thought of you makes my desires soar toward the distant heavens. You are my lover and the owner of my soul, and in turn, your soul belongs to me. We are as intertwined as the strings of fate, and I will always call you master." Elassa squeezed him tighter, snapping the cords holding his legs with her feet. She wound her legs with his and giggled softly.

"Elassa? Do you really think I own you?"

"Of course I do," she replied in a motherly tone, stroking his cheek with three fingers lovingly. "You own every part of my body, down to the tiniest bit of my essence. I want you to drown in me, master, to take a never-ending fill of pleasure from my body."

"And do you want me to follow that last order down to the last letter?" Jack asked with a bit of egotism in his voice. Elassa pinched his cheek.

"You are learning well, master. But that is not an order; that is a request. You can have others too, many more succubi waiting on you hand and foot. As long as you can please all of them."

Jack was confused. What would make him want more that just her? She was perfect, well, about as perfect as a sex-hungry demon could get at any rate. She was gorgeous, every last part of her. And the fact that she wanted him all the time a bonus too. Why she thought he would want someone else raving over him was a mystery.

Jack removed his hands from her body to let her get off, but she stayed put. She sat up, still locked against him, and put her hand on the back of his head. She pulled him away from her neck and pressed her nose against his.

A slight smile graced her lips.

"Ela-" She smothered him in a deep, devoted kiss. Her neon green eyes closed, but the rings of her irises still showed, giving a radiant green glow to her cheeks. Jack closed his eyes and his hands rose to the base of her wings, grabbing each of them roughly. Elassa's kiss became more forceful and she mumbled something into his mouth. Jack almost choked on her pointed tongue as she rammed it into his throat. She moaned hungrily and began grinding herself against him. Jack felt his arousal peak again.

"Effmph!" She pulled away from him.

"Yes master?"

"Elassa, I know you want more, but just wait for Christ's sake. I like you, I really do, but I know absolutely nothing about you. I know that you want to have sex with me, and that I apparently own you, but nothing more. I want to know who you are, or what you like to do, or what your family is like if you have one."

"But why would you even think of such things at this time?" she questioned, arching a silver eyebrow. Jack frowned.

"Why? Because while I enjoy you, more than you enjoy me probably, I don't really feel comfortable...you know, doing it with you without knowing any of this." He hoped his explanation could forestall her until he could find a way to get her off him and allow him to eat something. 

"Oh master, I enjoy you a thousand fold more than you enjoy me. And as for your other questions, I can answer them later. Right now, we need to fuck and fuck and fuck until the sun rises again."

"No, wait," Jack protested as Elassa rolled her hips and drove his cock into her farther and farther. He groaned, but tried to hold himself firm in his resolve.

"Why master? We're already going."

"Wait!" Jack yelled. Elassa stopped immediately and growled at him.

"Why? Why must I wait?" she asked, a glare in her eyes.

"I need to know, Elassa. Who...what...just hold on. I need to think about this. Why did...no, where did...you..."

"Master! Why won't you just fuck m-"

"I don't know Goddamnit! I don't fucking know!" Jack yelled. He began to cry. "I don't know why," he murmured. Jack hugged her to his body and sobbed into her amble chest. He didn't know what he was doing. He barely understood or believed what was happening.

"Master...why do you feel like this?" Elassa stroked his cheek, concern in her eyes. Instead of a glowing neon they were now filled with a Dartmouth green hue that darkened her eyes as if sucking up the light coming in from outside, from the moon.

"I don't know why I feel this way. I'm so confused about this, about everything. I'm scared. I just want to understand all this." He sucked in a fleeting breath. "I feel overwhelmed by you. Jesus, I don't even know why I'm crying," Jack managed to get out, controlling his sobbing to some degree.

"I'm sorry ma-... Jack. I didn't know what you wanted, and I only know how to make you feel better like this. Don't be mad, please. I'm sorry."

"I'm not mad, Elassa. I'm tired, hungry, scared, confused. I don't know what I am. Just let me pull myself together. Let me stop crying first," he said with a small laugh. Their bodies parted and Jack flopped back down on his bed, feeling that it was cold.

He felt that it was damp too. He dismissed it as his and Elassa's sweat and calmed himself down. With her not trying to fuck the life out of him, he had at least a little time to think. It wasn't that he was really scared to death of this, but that he understood virtually nothing about anything going on. Three days ago he hadn't been anything but a guy down on his luck walking through a cemetery.

Now? Now he was the fuck buddy of a demon. With a sigh, he sat up and the sheets peeled off his back like sticky tape. He turned and swung his legs over the side of the bed. Leaving the room, Jack heard Elassa stretch her leathery wings and follow him.

He walked into the laundry room and put on some fresh clothes. He turned around and saw Elassa stretching her arms over her head, her pussy still dripping with his semen. Jack would have gagged had he not been staring more directly as her swaying chest. She noticed his attentions and smirked.

"So you still love me?"

"I need some questions answered before I can say that in truth," Jack said, leaving the laundry room to make himself dinner. He looked at the digital clock above the oven and saw the time. 5:28. They had been in his bed for about two hours, give or take about ten minutes. Jack was frankly surprised.

His stomach growled again and he opened up the fridge to get out some hot dogs. He couldn't find any, and he cursed audibly. Elassa leaned forward and put her hands on her knees, peering into the fridge. She looked around inside of it for a while with her lime green eyes. Jack opened up the pantry and searched for something to eat.

"Jack, why don't you make breakfast for dinner?" Elassa asked. Jack frowned.

"I don't have any bread, nor do I have any eggs. I can't make anything with what I have in my apartment. I gotta go out to eat or something tonight, shit."

"I can make biscuits for you Jack. And you have bacon in the back here, and I saw you had grits in the pantry while you were at school. I'll make food for you if you'd like."

"You can cook?" Jack asked dumbly. Elassa flashed him a demeaning grin.

"I can do so much more than you can, honey. You are absolutely nothing compared to me, not even the tiniest spec of dust," she commented. Jack set the grits down on the countertop and ran his fingers through his hair. Great, now she was insulting him.

"Fine, well then you can cook alone. I need to go take a shower. When I come back, I want to hear about where you came from and why you're here, and what you are. Okay?"

"Only if I can do some 'hands on' teaching, okay? I'm not letting you off so easily tonight," she scolded. Jack rolled his eyes and entered the shower.

After his shower, Jack redressed and went back to the kitchen, where he smelled fresh biscuits and bacon and grits. In the kitchen nook, he found Elassa smiling and setting a stack of biscuits and bacon out on the countertop.

Jack stuffed a warm biscuit into his mouth and grinned.

"Viff if really goog."

"I'll take that as a complement Jack. Now eat up, or I'll have to take you back into the bedroom and eat you all up," she mused. Jack tore into his dinner with a voracious vigor and it was all soon depleted into nothing but crumbs and grease. After his meal, Jack chugged down a half gallon of chocolate milk and slunked back to his couch.

He plopped down upon it and Elassa began to run her hands down his bare chest. Jack looked up at her and pointed to the kitchen. She smiled at him and leaned down to kiss his head. When Jack blinked, he felt something against his chest. Looking down, he saw Elassa kissing his chest. He didn't even bother to ask this time.

"Alright, ignoring that for the moment, let me ask you some questions. First, are you a demon?" Jack hoped she would tell him the truth about herself.

"No, I'm not a demon. I'm a succubus."

"What does that mean?"

"Well, you already should know that vampires come from Vlad Draculae six hundred years ago and are cursed by God to never see the light of day. Werewolves are blessed druids of the wolf mother that were infected with lycanthropy by her nearly three thousand years ago. Succubi are much different from either of them. We have our origins before the time the earth was created. We are descended from Lucifer's fallen angels. We're the bastard offspring of angels and demons, as funny as that sounds."

"So, other than that stuff about werewolves and vampires, you're the daughter of an angel and a demon?" Jack asked, trying to make sense of what she had just told him.

"Yes. Actually, not me exactly. All of the first generation succubi were purged by the Catholic Church. I'm of the third generation, born of an incubus and a succubus, but I have not found a man to be my incubus, until you summoned me that is." Elassa left a wet kiss on his sternum and let her bare chest fall flat on his stomach.

"Okay, what is that about an incubus? How am I supposed to be one?"

"I can only tell you that you are going to be one by the time I take you back to the Sanctuary of Salvation. Oh, and the Sanctuary of Salvation is my home. It's larger than this solar system, and all of the third generation dwell there," she explained, giving him another kiss, this one between his collar bones.

"And so exactly how old are you? You said one of Lucifer's angels earlier. That makes you some thousands of years old, right?" Jack said, trying to judge his information. A smile split her lips.

"A few thousand? I'm old enough that I would be a pedophile if I loved the oldest werewolf. I'm ninety three thousand four hundred and twelve years old. Compared to me, you haven't even been conceived yet. But, what other questions would you like answered?"

"What am I to you? Am I just a thing you want to fuck? And where does this go, the you wanting to fuck me part? What happens?"

"Oh, you're not just a fuck buddy, Jack. Not at all, you're a part of my soul. I'm incomplete without you. I love you with everything I am. And our lovemaking has a point to it besides pleasure. I have yet to reveal that to you yet for very good reasons. So presently, all you have to do is make sure that this," she grabbed his erection and squeezed it tightly. "is ready at all times when you're with me."

"And what about another one of you? What would possibly possess me to find another one when I have you pawing all over me all the time?" Jack arched a brow and Elassa gave him a wide smile, giggling softly.

"Let's go swim in the pool downstairs. Nobody should be out there this late in the evening, and I've been dying to get into the water with you." She kissed the dip at the base of his neck and Jack tried to keep himself from trembling as adrenaline pumped its way through his system for another round. He gulped inaudibly.

"Well, we can't swim naked, or I'll get kicked out for sure."

"I'm sure Melissa would surely hate to see you naked again," Elassa deadpanned as she disappeared into thin air. Jack shook his head and sat up. He walked to his apartment door and left, closing the door behind him. He strolled down the stairs and then hopped over the short rod iron fence and made his way to the shallow end of the pool.

In an instant, he felt Elassa's arms around his chest and then in another, found himself covered in water up to his waist and shivering. A sudden awareness came about him and he looked back at Elassa smiling at him, her eyes deep Dartmouth in contrast with their usual glow. She kissed his neck softly and he felt a pleasant shiver go up his spine.

"Between the cold water and your kisses, I don't know which one gives me more chills," he said. Elassa kissed him again.

"Which one of us gets you hornier?"

"You," Jack replied. Elassa let go of him and suddenly appeared in front of him. Jack's eyes went wide when he saw her, and what she was wearing. He had almost forgotten about that ill-fitting bikini she had bought and embarrassed him with at the mall. Now, he saw why she had bought it. He was hard in a few seconds at the sight of her giant tits trying to push out of white fabric. Her puffy areolas weren't completely concealed by the two tiny triangles, and her nipples were clearly identifiable.

The bottom wasn't much different, and her swollen clit made a slight bump in the otherwise smooth contours of the garment. Overall, she looked like she was about to bust out of it at any moment and be back to her normal birthday suit. The only real difference the thing made was that her breasts were pushed up to make them look a good bit larger.

"Let's get this started. Start swimming to work your heart a little. You're about to get your first titfuck," she said as she appeared in the water. Jack shrugged and fell back into the water. He swam under the water over to her and grabbed her leg. He ran his fingers along her thigh and felt goosebumps rise on her skin. He came up to the surface for air and silently took in a deep breath. Elassa had her eyes closed.

Jack went back down into the water and tugged at the string holding the bottom of her bikini on. The thing came loose and Jack put it in her hand. She grabbed it, but made no other move. Jack couldn't see clearly, but he could tell where her clit was. He ran his thumb over its hood and her body went rigid. He kept his thumb on her clit and pushed two fingertips into her pussy. He saw no discernable difference, so Jack pushed both of his fingers into her as deeply as they could go.

Still, nothing new. With a shrug, he pushed them in and out of her body. He smiled and found a rhythm that he felt comfortable with. He kept it going until he needed air, and stopped momentarily to get it. Above the water, he looked up at Elassa. All he could see was the mountain of her chest. He decided to stay above the water and continued the menstruations of her body with his fingers. He massaged her swollen clit and he heard her moan desperately. Jack kissed her navel and she shuddered.

"Gods, I haven't done this in ages," she murmured. With a smirk, he flicked his tongue out and dipped it into her navel, pushing it against her smooth flesh. Elassa grabbed a tuff of hair in each hand and tried to strangle the life out of them. He slowly left her tummy and traced a line of wet saliva up to her sternum, where he stopped again, squishing her clit down with his thumb. He felt her body go slack for a moment before returning to its normal self.

He kissed her body very gently, hoping to have another chill run down her spine. When she did nothing new, for a second time, and he frowned. If he wasn't getting any response from here, then he would just have to seek the parts that did make her jump.

He knelt back down and removed his hand from her pussy. He took a deep breath in and then ducked under the water. Jack snaked his arms around her waist and pulled himself to her. He pushed his tongue into her and her hold on his head tightened as she tried to wrench hair away from him. Her body stiffened as his tongue delved into her pussy, tickling little nerve bundles that shot pleasure throughout her entire body.

Without warning, he moved to her clit and kissed it, tongue licking it roughly like it was some small candy he had to be careful with or it would fall apart. And that was when Elassa lost it completely.

She yanked him up by his hair and held him aloft before her, her eyes glowing bright neon to cast a green swathe of light across her chest and the entire front of his body. She gazed at his tented pants hungrily and licked her drooling lips.

"Never had a titfuck before...has he?" she pondered to herself aloud. There was a curious look on her face in stark contrast to the hungry one in her eyes. Jack saw the mixture of emotions for a fraction of a second, before she redirected her full attention on his shorts.

"Elassa, could you let me down now?"

"Sure I can," she replied sweetly, before shoving him under the water and literally tearing off his shorts and boxers. Jack saw bubbles that had previously been in his lungs, float to the surface. Elassa redirected her grip to his arms and dragged him back out of the water.

She moved him back to the steps in the shallow end and set him down where his cock stuck out of the water half way, which the rest of his lower body was submerged. She dropped to her knees in front of him and put a hand under each breast.

She lifted them to his throbbing cock and grinned widely.

"I can do some magic for you, Jack. Watch me make it disappear." She mashed her huge tits against his cock and indeed, it was gone. Buried in the fleshy tomb that seemed to have been made just for a sole purpose at the moment. Jack gritted his teeth as Elassa began to rotate her chest in a slight circle.

Her squishy tits rubbed against him forcefully, but that made it all the more irresistible. God! Her skin was almost pliable, as if he could roll it up like warm playdough and sculpt it into whatever shape he desired. Her breasts molded around the form of his hard cock and he threw his head back to stifle the moan running up his throat.

An exasperated gasp escaped his mouth and Elassa dipped her head down, pushing her flesh aside to reveal the head of his cock for a moment. She kissed the tip, dipping her tongue into the slit at the end, and then plunged down. Jack felt her sinfully long tongue wrap around him.




Cemetery Summons Ch. 05



"Fucking hell," he groaned. Elassa started moving her wet breasts in an up and down motion, still a hand under each one to bend their motions to her will. Jack felt his shaft being played with by her skin, and the rest of his cock played with by her mouth. He could feel the roof of her mouth against his glans, wet and rough. The contours of her insides gave him even more places to rub against and stimulate the immeasurable feeling building within him.

She gave him a quick glance, but he didn't see the look in her eyes. She scraped her teeth along the underside of his cock and his arms tensed like he was holding the weight of a mountain. Jesus God in heaven, there was no way on earth he was holding out like this.

He took one hand off the cement and put it in Elassa's silvery white hair, running his fingers through her wet locks slowly. The movement of her head stopped and she circled his glans with her tongue, awaiting the moment when he would force her down and begin to fuck her throat. Jack grinned. He couldn't do that to her.

He'd cum right then and ruin the whole evening.

Instead, he simply began to pet her head, closing his eyes again. Elassa retracted slightly from him, leaving only her lips fully in contact with his cock. Her tongue still played with him, but just barely at the tip, flecking around just lightly enough for him to feel the touch.

Jack stroked the back of her head lovingly, gently running his hand from her crown to the nape of her neck. She moaned softly and the action sent vibrations up his spine. He shivered with satisfaction. And then without warning, Elassa stopped everything altogether and pulled him down into the water where only his shoulders and above stuck out of the water.

Before Jack could protest or complain, she was right back where she had been, her tits wrapped around his cock and her mouth attempting to suck him dry. Only now, all of this was going on under the water, and he could only see the shimmering shapes of her and his forms. Jack sighed and then put both hands on the back of her head and the same time, entangling his fingers in her hair suspended in the water.

Unlike the first time, with his hands on her head, he shoved himself all the way down to the base. Elassa grabbed his sides and pulled at him. Jack realized that she was trying to get him farther into her mouth. He pulled pack and rammed into her again, met this time with a moan of delight. He could feel a wrenching sensation growing within him, and gave it another thrust.

Then he made his mistake.

He drew back so far that he came out of her mouth entirely. With all the force he could muster, he slammed her face and his hips together, hands trembling, body awaiting imminent release into her mouth.

And he missed.

His cock raked against her cheek and he spit his load into the pool water, unable to let go of her while an intense orgasm wracked his body. He bent over double and rode out his orgasm with eyes squeezed shut.

"Fucking hell." When he finished, he let go of Elassa's head and she rose out of the water to take in a huge gasp of air. She looked down at him with a smile, and then at the water. Her expression changed from one of satisfaction to one of horror in a flash.

Quickly, she clawed through the water with her hands and attempting to grasp things that Jack couldn't see. He watched her as she lifted her hands out of the water and pondered them, her green gaze worried and unsure. She looked at the water and splashed it around for a few more moments before turning her gaze to him.

Such a baleful look Jack had never imagined was possible. Such a look of hatred and anger was meant only for demons and hellish nightmares grown men cried about. Such a look was not meant for the likes of mortals at all. And yet she stared at him with an expression of pure malice and baleful hatred and mirth. She picked him up by the neck and threw him against the edge of the pool, eyes like two bright green flames. She snagged her arms around him and dug into his back with her nails, growling furiously.

"You meant to do that, didn't you?" She raked her nails across his back, and splitting pain ran rampant through Jack's body. He gasped in both hurt and surprise, and put a hand down on the slick concrete behind him. His hand slipped and Elassa dug her nails in further, relishing the painful murmurs coming from his mouth.

Jack put a hand against her in a vain attempt to ward her off. He felt so lightheaded, so aloof and distant. He barely registered that he was smearing red stuff all over her shoulder. But barely was more than enough. His eyes widened and he realized that it was blood he was smearing on her body.

His blood.

"Fucking hell..." Jack's head lolled back and he felt the water rise to meet him, or his body sink into it. Either way it didn't matter. A blackness engulfed him and his eyes fluttered closed slowly. He fell into deep, dreamless darkness.

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Jack awoke to a gentle throbbing of noise next to his head, and he wrinkled his nose. Something smelled off. It didn't smell like his bedroom. It smelled much...cleaner, like someone had cleaned it for him. Had Elassa done that for him? He opened his eyes a crack and his hearing cleared up. The dull throb was a beep, constant and unwavering. He opened his eyes completely and raised his hands to rub the sleep from them.

And on his left arm was a wire, matched on his right by a small white pad and a band-aid. With a knitted brow, he pushed himself up and rubbed his eyes. The beeping noise began to quicken, and then it died back down to normal. Jack looked around briefly.

He was in a hospital. White covered every inch of the room, including the bedsheets. Jack let out a yawn and then the painted white door opened. In came a cute nurse with a tray of food in her hands. A red flush covered her face and she wore a smile that looked almost guilty. Jack scratched the back of his head and the nurse set the tray of food down on a nearby table.

"Excuse me," Jack said. The nurse only glanced at him.

"Yes, sir?" she replied. Her eyes weren't fully focused on his face, but he didn't notice.

"What happened to me?" he asked. The nurse looked all around before answering with a sigh.

"You were brought in last night with severe lacerations on your back. You lost almost enough blood to kill you. We're lucky that you didn't die on us while we were taking care of you," she answered quickly, turning around to leave. Jack held his arm out, but retracted it when she closed she door behind her exit.

He looked at the tray sitting next to him. There was chocolate pudding, a hamburger, fries, and a glass of milk. He greedily ate everything in a short time and downed the glass of milk in seconds. When he was done, he waited quietly for someone else to come in. If he was in a hospital for injuries, someone was going to talk with him soon and ask him questions.

"Hello there. I'm..." said a doctor, entering the room. Jack tilted his head to the side when she stopped mid sentence and stared at him awkwardly.

"What? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"It seems as if we weren't able to calm you down," she said, turning back to the door.

"Wait," Jack ordered. The doctor glanced back at him, still facing the door.

"What do you mean by 'calm me down' anyway?" he questioned. She sighed.

"Sir, you still have a massive erection," she stated annoyedly and then slammed the door in her wake. Jack looked down to see his cock throbbing under the thin white sheet draped over the lower half of his body. Jack heard feet touch the floor to his left and turned his head toward the window, where a woman stood silently. He saw two orange rims of light where her eyes would be, staring into him intently.

"Well hello there, handsome," the woman cooed in a smooth, matured voice. Jack thought that it might be Elassa until she stepped closer. In the dark room, it was a bit difficult to see anything past what the lamp revealed. Jack noticed that her chest was smaller than Elassa's.

"Who exactly are you?" Jack looked her over to try and figure out who he was looking at exactly. She had a pair of orange eyes that shimmered in the light of the lamp, and black hair encircled her face. Her hips were wide, wider than Elassa's even. She wore boy shorts and had a tight sports bra to cover up her breasts. She smiled at him with plump, full pink lips.

"My name is Fain. I believe that it is time for you to direct me toward a course of action, master," she purred. Jack's eyes narrowed at the last word.

"Did Elassa summon you?" he growled. Fain took a step back and put a hand to her breast, a hurt look upon her young features.

"Do you not remember raising me from the water, master? Do you wish me gone? If so, I will gladly return to the Sanctuary of Salvation and await your summons again." She bowed her head, biting her bottom lip. Jack stared at her. She had wings, leathery bat wings, like Elassa, which meant that she was a succubus. Jack groaned.

Not another one.

She looked up briefly with a red flush spreading across her face. Jack thought she looked rather embarrassed asking something of him, or at least wanting to. He nodded and she stood upright. A timid expression was written all over her blushing face.

"I would request, well, that I be allowed to stay with you, master. I'd rather not wait any longer to be used, if it's at all of any consequence to you. Please master, I won't disobey you master. I promise," she pleaded, eyes teary. 

"When did I summon you?"

"What? Last night, from the water. You still do not remember? Elassa is going to be angry with you, master. I'd rather not be on her bad side as well," she stated, furtive glances rising to the door before staring back at him. She wasn't staring at his face though, but at the sheets pooled around his waist. It was Jack's turn to feel embarrassed.

"I don't know how I summoned you, but I know that you want my uh...junk, right?"

"If that is how you'd describe the feeling of my appetite, and the tantalizing closeness at which the object of my desire is to me, then yes. I desire your junk very much, master," she stated, almost robotically, while licking her lips.

"Well then I think you should be able to get someth-" The doorknob turned and Jack bent his knees to bring the sheets farther up than his crotch to hide his cock. The door opened and in stepped the female doctor again, with the nurse from before. Behind them was Elassa, arms folded across her chest. Her shirt and shorts looked too tight, as usual, and she frowned at him. She closed the door behind them. The dull beeping of the machine monitoring his heart rate began to fluctuate.

"What's this? You finally calmed down?"

"Well," Jack said guiltily, "not exactly. I tried, but nothing worked. I'm sorry about earlier," he said. He took quick look at Elassa as she leaned against the wall behind the doctor and the nurse. She licked her teeth sensually and pushed her breasts together. The monitor began beeping at a progressively faster rate. The doctor and nurse exchanged glances.

"Please control your thoughts sir," she doctor demanded. Jack glared.

"I'm sorry. I can't exactly do that at the moment. If you hadn't noticed before, I'm rather pressed for self control when my body is split into two parts," he growled in return. The doctor sighed and shook her head, flipping open the folder in her hands.

"Well then, I see here that your body has healed up far faster than we had expected when you arrived. You're already well enough to leave. Though we'd like to keep you overnight for safety reasons of course," she said, trying to get through the pleasantries. Jack shrugged.

"I can tell that you didn't come here to give me a report like that. Go ahead and ask what you want to; I won't bite." Jack watched as the doctor's eyebrows went up and she tapped her pen on the folder.

"Well, since you've seen that much, I'd like to advise you, and your partner behind me, that what you two did almost killed you. I can understand that some people have their own, well, sexual interests, and that's fine, but you almost died. I would strongly suggest that you refrain from any more of that for at least a few weeks until your back has healed. Which is another subject I'd like to touch up on."

"What about it?"

"Your body is healing itself at a remarkable rate. When you came in to the ER last night, I had thought you a lost cause because of the grievousness of your injuries. Surprisingly, your body lost eight pints of blood and was still functioning at the time we managed to hook you up to life support."

"I'm sure that I'm lucky, but I'd really like to go home now. I have school tomorrow and my teachers are already mad at me for missing today, I'm sure," Jack said.

"You should have died last night, but you didn't Don't you want to know? Don't you want to let us figure out why?" she protested, rereading sections of paper in her folder. Jack shook his head.

"I just want to go home now. If I'm healthy enough to leave, then I'll go."

"Well then, there is the problem of your bill," she said, holding up a slip of paper with one hand. Apparently, though to Jack it seemed more like a blackmail scheme than anything, he had racked up a bill that not even the health coverage plan his grandfather had bent laws around to get him was able to cover it all. And the hospital had agreed to take a large portion off that bill if he agreed to let them study him for a day. How in the hell was his bill so high anyway?

Jack thought on it while the doctor waited and the nurse fidgeted nervously, glancing around the room to keep her attention elsewhere. Jack eventually gave up. Getting a free night at a hospital wasn't that bad of an alternative to having to pay three thousand dollars for leaving.

"Fine then. I'll let you look at me. And you'd better lower my bill too," he snapped. The doctor's face split into a wide smile and she nodded. The nurse followed her out of the room and Elassa closed the door behind them. She turned to him and beside her appeared Fain.

"Oh, last time I was kind to you. I let you have your fun. I let you do as you wished, Jack. I even gave you full permission to ram my throat as hard as you wanted. And what do you do with your freedom? You waste it! You're going to repay me with every last drop of cum in your body!" snarled the succubus, eyes glowing bright neon.

"I would object, master, to her wishes. My own desires have yet to be fulfilled, and Elassa has taken several orgasms from your body already. I request one," said Fain meekly.

"Back off, he teased me, so I get the first one," Elassa stated. She was promptly picked up by the back of her neck and fingers curled around her windpipe. Fain stood emotionless, choking the life out of her.

"I request to feed first. I will not be denied, Elassa. Master, I request that I be the sole recipient of your orgasm."

"What? Sure, Elassa, just let her have one," Jack said.

"Jack!" she eeked out, just barely loud enough to hear.

"I request that Elassa be absent from the room at such time," Fain said robotically.

"Elassa," Jack warned, an air of authority about him. Fain let the taller succubus down and she disappeared in the blink of an eye, disappointed. Fain turned to Jack and then appeared beneath the sheet covering him. Jack's heart rate soared as she gave his rigid cock a long, heavy lick. She sucked his engorged glans into her mouth and clenched her jaw.

After a few moments, she returned to sucking on him. Jack lifted the sheets and saw long tresses of black hair splayed across his midsection. He couldn't even see her face, but he could see the soft glow of orange that he eyes gave off. Did all succubi have glowing eyes when they were horny?

Her head began to bob up and down. Her tongue wasn't nearly as long as Elassa's, but she knew how to use it just as well. She tickled every pleasure point Jack hadn't even thought existed. One of her hands parted her hair and she pressed her index finger against his navel, dawdling around lazily as she traced little circles on his skin with her other fingers. Jack was surprised that all of them seemed to trace a different pattern.

And her dexterity almost made him unaware that her head had stopped moving. His attention snapped back to her and she looked up at him guiltily, returning to her previous slow pace. Jack heard the doorknob turn again and Fain tucked herself into a tight ball, her mouth never leaving him. Jack forced her hand under the sheet and out of sight as the door opened.

"Are you alright in here?" asked the nurse from before. Jack smiled embarrassedly.

"Well, I'm trying to do you guys a favor here by getting rid of this thing. It might take me more than a little while to do this if you keep interrupting me." He tried to sound as sincere as he could, because he was already embarrassed. The nurse put a hand over her mouth and started closing the door.

"Then let me remove a few things and fix this problem. Lord knows how often I'd get sent down here if your heart rate spiked like this more than once." She walked over to one of the machines near Jack's bedside and began removing the things running from it to him. After the needed tasks were done, she unplugged the machine and the beeping stopped. Things sounded silent for once.

"Thanks," Jack said as the nurse began to leave. She nodded and left the room quietly. Jack threw the sheet off his body and Fain immediately resumed her work. Jack felt her hand crawl back up his body and begin toying with him. He said back and closed his eyes, stretching his legs out. Fain quietly continued without a hitch.

Jack's eyes traced every part of her body. The most notable feature about her was what Rob would have referred to as a 'bubble butt'. It looked like it barely fit her body. He sat up and Fain watched him, concerned. Jack ran a hand down the back of her head and she hummed. Jack pushed her down to the hilt and then removed his hand from her.

He reached out with one hand and ran his fingertips over her huge ass. Fain stopped, deepthroat position, and enclosed his waist with her arms. She quickened her pace and Jack lost concentration for a moment as his fingers slipped up to the small of her back.

He put his entire hand back on her ass and squeezed it. Fain's head moved even faster, and she moaned huskily. The vibrations felt godly. Jack grabbed a clot of hair and pushed her face down again. His other hand roved over her backside. Jack reached forward and traced his fingers over her pussy through the fabric of her boy shorts. She jolted forward and rolled her hips against his digits.

He traced back up and she pushed him forward with a squeal when he got half way. He pressed down and she sucked him harder, her pace faster than ever. Jack felt his climax nearing and he pushed a short leg of her boy shorts up. He pushed two of his fingers into her wet pussy and she went even faster. Jack bucked his hips without thinking and then found his release in her mouth. She opened her eyes.

The two orbs of shimmering fire weren't what Jack would call eyes. He's seen Elassa angry, really angry, angry enough to nearly kill him. That was the heartiest emotion he had every seen in her eyes. But this was that intensified a thousand times. Fain's eyes were literally orbs of fire. She sucked the cum out of him down to the last drop. After circling his cock with her tongue enough times to clean him off, she slowly withdrew from him.

"Thank you, master. I enjoyed that very much."

"Likewise," Jack said. He sat back against the pillows behind him and Fain crawled up his broad chest to rest her chin at the base of his neck. She sighed. Jack felt her ass wiggle slowly from side to side. He put his hands on her firm backside and she let out a pleased whimper.




Cemetery Summons Ch. 05



"Oh, master, that was so delicious. I wish to do that again," she murmured. Jack felt himself growing hard as her ass played with his rising cock. She rolled her hips against him playfully. 

"And when do you plan on doing this?" asked the teen mischievously.

"Now would be most preferable," she answered. Jack grinned.

"Well then get down and I'll play with your ass sommore." Fain flushed as red as a rose and disappeared. In her place returned Elassa, a frown upon her lips. She grabbed his cock and squeezed it tightly in her hand. Her eyes laughed at him.

"Oh, master, you are going to enjoy this. I'm gonna squeeze the fuck out of you with these tits. I'm gonna suck the cum right out of your with these lips. And I'm gonna fuck the life out of you with this pussy. Oh, I'm gonna fuck you all day and all night long master."

"But, she...Fain...fuck it. Fine then, spread those wings and give daddy what comin' to him," Jack teased. Elassa's eyes lit up and she sat bolt upright. Jack followed her up and crushed her lips with his. He pushed their sexes together and Elassa screamed into his mouth. Jack leaned his head to the left and yanked her head back by grabbing the drapery of silvery hair hanging down behind Elassa's head.

He smacked his cock into her hot, moist pussy, creating a smooth pulse between them. Elassa rolled her hips in rhythm with his and groaned with pleasure. Jack slapped a hand on her lower back and she arched it as his unspoken command. Jack grinned. She was bent back and he loomed over her like a predator.

This was how he had pictured losing his virginity. He had seen this pose in a porno when he was thirteen, and since the moment he had seen it, he knew that he was going to be that guy. He was going to be the guy fucking a gorgeous woman with her back arched, head drawn back and moaning into her lover's mouth.

And now he was that guy. He was fucking a beautiful woman with huge tits and an arched back and a great ass too. He had her chest up against his, locked deep in a passionate kiss. Jack felt something in his loins stir. He put an arm between them and forced Elassa to the sheets beneath them. 

Her breasts bounced up and then down violently, and she smiled up at him, mimicking a jungle cat clawing at a window. Jack returned to their kiss with renewed vigor and grabbed her ass, clutching it roughly in his greedy fingers. He thrust into her pussy with all the force he could muster and a smacking sound followed. Jack caught another scream in his mouth and felt his body reacting to the stimulation.

He was nearing another climax, and he could tell. He didn't care if it was a little soon. Fuck it. He had the rest of his week to do this all over again. Jack yearned for more at the moment, to crush her body with his own and dominate her entirely. Her arms clamped around his neck and he gave her all that he had. He pulled away from the kiss and a string of saliva ran between them. Elassa flicked it away with her tongue with a red tinge to her cheeks.

"I'll, scream, if, you, don't, kiss, me, a, gain," she said between his thrusts.

"God, do I love you Elassa," Jack said as he struggled to hold back his climax. Elassa wrapped her legs around his waist and locked them together.

"Let it all out, right into me, c'mon." Elassa's smile did him in. Such a gaze of sweet, determined love forced his body to make him give up. Jack jerked her hips forward and exploded into her. Elassa's green eyes rolled backward and her arms fell from his neck, limp. Her legs unlocked from his hips and she licked her pale purple lips with a wisp of green escaping through the gap between them.

"Elassa?"

"Oh baby, that was a decent fuck. I need to get back to your place and lie down for a while. I'll send Fain up later if you need anything. You just sit pretty for, oh fuck, I can't even think straight," she whispered hoarsely. She disappeared much in the same way she had arrived.

Jack slumped back down against the pillows and took in a deep breath to calm his body again. He began to laugh to himself. Damnit. 

Yesterday he was crying he was so confused. 

Today he was laughing he was so confused.

What was going on here?



A/N: Well, I do hope that this chapter is long enough for your liking. I tried my best to lengthen it.



Cemetery Summons Ch. 06



It was seven in the morning before Jack woke up after getting home from the hospital. His alarm clock blared in his face and he groaned with annoyance. He sat up, but his right side was weighed down. Rolling his eyes, he pushed Elassa off his shoulder and swung his legs out of bed. From his doorway came a few footsteps.

Jack got out of bed and Elassa grabbed the rim of his boxers and groaned something incomprehensible. She yanked his underwear down to his ankles and he stepped out of them as he walked to the door. He yawned noisily and Fain hugged him tightly to her body. Jack was so much taller than her that her head only came up to his chin.

"Master, I have prepared breakfast for you. I think you will enjoy it."

"Uh, thanks Fain. Why're you so awake this morning?" he asked, still tired. Elassa fell out of bed behind him and pulled herself upright.

"Holy damn, baby. You sure have a sex drive like a fucking truck," she jeered. Jack rubbed the sleep from his eyes with all the lethargy of a sloth. He really didn't want to go to school. Elassa's libido had kept him up all night again. And that hospital had done hundreds of fucking tests on him in the course of a single day. Fain tugged him into the kitchen nook and kissed his cheek by standing on her tiptoes. 

"Master, eat please," Fain insisted, pointing to the box of doughnuts on the countertop. Jack looked at them and then to Fain.

"How did you get those?"

"What do you mean master? I retrieved them from the store at which they were sold."

"No," Jack said, putting his hand to his forehead. "How did you get them? You don't have any money to buy them with." Jack watched as Fain gave him an innocent smile and grabbed a doughnut out of the box. She held it up to him, back arching so that he could get a clear look at her deliciously-curved ass.

"Open wide and say, ah!" she said playfully. Jack bit down on the chocolate-filled doughnut and Fain giggled like a giddy schoolgirl. A drop of chocolate fell upon the side of her mouth and she smirked.

"Like that, master. The boy working there was more than willing to pay for the box himself. I did not steal it, if that is what you are implying," she finished. Jack ate the rest of his doughnut and Elassa appeared beside them and looked up at Jack, a tired and bored expression on her face. She blinked at him and then at Fain.

"Oh look, chocolate," she said boredly, licking the drop off Fain face. She brushed her tongue over Fain lips and they both moaned. Jack raised his chin to keep out of the growing intimacy. Fain let go of him and draped her leg over Elassa's hip, keeping it in place with the swell of her backside.

They became locked in a full-blown kiss and Jack grabbed another doughnut on his way to the laundry room and put on a fresh pair of boxers, shorts, and a Led Zeppelin shirt. He scarfed down the doughnut and pulled on a pair of socks after licking the chocolate off his fingers. Upon returning to the living room, he found the succubi on the floor and with bodies locked together. He couldn't deny that they were a sight that made his loins want to reach for the sky.

But now wasn't the time. He didn't need to take a shower this morning because Elassa and Fain had both 'cleaned him off' in the shower last night, but he was still going to be late for school is he lollygagged around here for long. He grabbed his backpack and put on his shoes. He stopped at the door and turned his head to give the succubi a warning.

"You two. If you tear this place up, then I'll kill you. You won't get any more from me, not one single drop. Understood? So be careful." Jack didn't think they heard him when Elassa moved them to the couch and grabbed Fain's ass with both hands, kneading the bountiful flesh roughly. Jack grabbed his jacket and left the apartment before his self control ran out.

How did they know how to tempt him like that?

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Jack sat down in Mr. Jacobi's English class and rubbed his eyes. It was colder outside than usual, and his jacket could only block out so much before it got to him. Rob poked him in the arm a few times and Jack inclined his head towards his friend.

"Hey, where have you been? It's been two days since anyone's heard from you at all," he said worriedly. Jack grinned at him widely.

"I'm fine. I've just been in the hospital for getting cut up at the pool."

"At the pool." Rob deadpanned. Jack nodded. Rob rolled his eyes and Mr. Jacobi slammed the door and strode to his desk. He surveyed the room and glared down at Jack from his desk. He cleared his throat and grunted as he sat down in his creaking swivel chair.

"I see you've decided to return to class, Mr. Archer. Might I ask where you were?" he asked sarcastically. Jack didn't reply as he pulled out his book for class. Mr. Jacobi arched a brow. He sat back in his chair. "Any reason why you're not talking?"

"Frankly, Mr. Jacobi, I don't like you, at all. I'm sure you don't like me either, so let's try to avoid interactions for the rest of the year," Jack quipped. He opened up his notebook and pulled out a pencil to do his work. Everyone was looking at either him or Mr. Jacobi.

"Well that's going a bit far to say that I dislike you, Jack. I'd like to know where you were, since you were gone for two days. You weren't sick, were you?" Mr. Jacobi insisted that Jack speak to him. The teen shrugged.

"I was in the hospital."

"For what?"

"I cut up my back when I slipped up at the pool. Happy now?" Jack growled. Mr. Jacobi chuckled to himself and wrote down the class's work on the board. Jack began his work with Jonathan silently sitting in front of him. Rob had little to say, but he wore a grin on his face. Jack got most of his work done fairly quickly.

They were reading a short story about some kind of space station being unable to harbor all of its occupants for the year, so its higher order had gathered to decide who was going and who wasn't going to be thrown out into space.

Some of the order gathered said that a ship would arrive to take the extra people on board, others argued that the ship wouldn't take two hundred extra passengers away from them and leave them in the same situation, while even more said that the ship wouldn't arrive to help them in time. One said that they should take those that had no use and dispose of them. And another group said that they should make a random selection to see who was going to live or die.

The bulk of the story was about the decisions they had to make, and what they ended up doing: a random selection. It turned out that when they posted a list of names up on various screens around the station, the names consisted of only those who had decided upon it. They were in shock, because their names had been left out of the selection.

It turned out that a mechanic and a mistreated communications worker had consorted to take care of the corruption in the station, and the mass expulsion of its hierarchy for unjust treatment of the workers allowed the station to become stable again.

And what happened after the only people who knew how the keep the station under control were killed? The station went into chaos and when the supply ship arrived to give the station mechanical engineering plans and machines and whatnot, the station was almost empty, and filled with corpses.

The only two people left with their sanity were the mechanic and the communications worker, who were taken away to explain the situation. The story ended with the stations guns leveling on the supply ship as it was pulling away from the space dock.

Jack was through with his summary and answering the book questions in a short time and flipped his book closed. He turned to Rob, who was already done and looking around boredly. He caught Jack's glance and nodded.

"You didn't really slip, did ya?" he asked in a low whisper.

"Nope."

"What really happened then? Where were you?"

"Well, Elassa and I were at the pool, and she got my back with her nails," Jack replied in an equally low voice. Rob's grin grew wider.

"And you have scars?"

"Oh yeah."

In the locker room, Jack had his shirt ripped off by Tom, and the larger senior stared in awe of the stripes of pink, scarred flesh across Jack's shoulders. After that ordeal had been over and done with, Jack and Tom walked out to the gymnasium where everyone was getting a day off because of a new student.

They met Samantha in the big room and the three sat on the bleachers talking until Tom noticed the new student walking into the gym with Mr. Kell. The class was called over and everyone stood up and moved to the other side of the bleachers near their teacher. Mr. Kell checked something on his phone before gesturing toward the new student, a girl with brown hair and green eyes.

"Alright everyone, this is...sorry if I mispronounce this, Cyrindil? Is that right?"

"Yes it is," the girl replied, scanning the student body idly. Mr. Kell drew his fist back and grinned. He quickly put away hi phone and clear his throat.

"She's from Romania. Be nice to her, or you'll be running ten laps around the track today," he warned. And with nothing further to say, he returned to the fold-up table at the other side of the gym to text on his phone again. He was worse than some of the students when it came to phone addiction.

Immediately, Brandon made a move to hit on the poor girl. Jack was close enough to hear every word of the conversation. He convinced Tom and Samantha that it would be more interesting to hear this play out than to talk about his recent stay in the hospital due to sex-related injury. 

"So, you're from Romania? You don't have an accent," Brandon said.

"I travel a lot," Cyrindil replied dismissively, walking down the length of the bleachers. Brandon followed her, apparently not put off by the fact that she was trying to get away from him.

"I know you know who Count Dracula is. Did you know that he came from Romania?"

"He came from Wallachia, and he was a king, not a count," she snapped, turning her head toward the top of the bleachers. Brandon seemed put off now. But he didn't give up.

"Sorry about that, my mistake. So, my name's Brandon. I'd like to show you around the school after class."

"I am familiar with the school, Brandon. Thank you though," she said, almost as if she were obligated to do so.

"So, do you play any sports?"

"Yes, I enjoy soccer and volleyball," she replied. Brandon had apparently found something that piqued her interest.

"I'm the quarterback for the football team," Brandon said.

"That's lovely," replied Cyrindil sardonically.

"I know just about everyone in the senior class, so feel free to ask me about anyone," Brandon said. Cyrindil arched a row and pointed up to where Jack and his friends were sitting. She inclined her head to Brandon.

"Tell me, who is that?" she asked.

"Oh, that big guy is Tom. We've been trying to get him to play on the football team for a year now, b-"

"Not him," Cyrindil snapped. "Him."

"Who? The one in the middle?" Brandon asked, rolling his eyes. Cyrnidil nodded. Jack let a grin make itself present on his face. Brandon really hated him, and now he was going to be forced to explain to this girl who exactly the object of his dislike was. 

"That's Jack. He thinks he's the coolest person alive and creates trouble for everyone he doesn't like."

"Oh really? What else can you tell me about him?" Cyrindil pressed. Brandon groaned, but went on anyway.

"Well, he pretends to have a hot girlfriend pawing all over him at home."

"He what?" the girl asked flatly. Brandon smirked and gave Jack a smug look, as if he had just found a weak point or something. Brandon whispered something into Cyrindil's ear and her eyes went wide. Her gaze shot up to Jack and she narrowed her eyes.

"Looks like the new girl doesn't like you very much already," Samantha jarred playfully.

"I don't really care. It's not like anything could get me down after dealing with Elassa's libido at home."

"Now that's a subject I could enjoy listening to," said Tom, poking Jack in the side with his elbow. Samantha put her elbow on Jack's knee and her chin in her hand. She purred a question.

"What exactly does Elassa do?"

"What do you mean: what does she do? She lives with me."

"No, does she work? She can't just be around to have sex with you," she followed up. Tom, seeing that the conversation was leaning a bit more towards the personal level, had left to talk to some of his other friends somewhere else.

"I have no idea Sam. Why?"

"Because I'm worried," she answered.

"Sam, I was in a hospital for two days. I think I, and three doctors and a few machines and a team of nurses, would know if I had AIDS and hepatitis."

"I mean hurt you emotionally. What if she just up and left one day? What if she hurts you Jack? I'm worried," she whined. Jack snorted.

"If she left, then I'd be out of a screw, so what? Why are you so worried?"

"Because all the rest of your friends are guys, and all they think about is the fucking part of this relationship. I'm worried about you. I don't want you to get hurt again, Jack. I'm...I don't know. It's like, like this voice in my head keeps telling me something's off about this. People don't just find you and decide to fuck you from sunrise to sunset with no ulterior motive Jack. It just doesn't happen."

"Well, Sam, you see..." Jack tried to formulate an argument in his head, but he couldn't. He couldn't tell her that Elassa was a sort-of demon. He couldn't tell anyone. And they most certainly couldn't' know that Fain was in his house now. Then they'd know that something was up.

"I'm waiting," Sam said impatiently. Jack shrugged and put a hand on his forehead.

"I dunno, Sam. You want me to kick her out or something?"

"No, I want you to be careful. Learn a little about her. Don't just lose all your self-awareness around her. Keep your eyes open, know what I mean?" She jarred him in the ribs with her elbow and gave him a forced, weak smile. Jack nodded and put both hands on her head.

"Jack, don't!"

"Oh yeah! Balloon dance," he said, grabbing all the hair he could and running his hands in circles all over her head. She grabbed his wrists, but only managed to slow him down. When he stopped, he raised his hands from her head and moved them around, hair sticking to his palms like it would to a balloon.

"There, happy? God, you guys did the balloon thing in third grade, Jack. Third grade! Fuckers never grew up, I knew this would happen," she said defeatedly. Jack grinned widely and then wiped his hands on his shirt while Sam began to brush her hair down with her hands.

"I still remember the first time we did that to you, me and Rob. With that balloon, remember?"

"Yes, Jack, I remember. You remember how much I cried? Or is that gone and replaced with how mad the teacher was at you?" she replied with a smirk. Jack paled at the thought of his enormous third grade teacher, Mrs. Harper. Jesus, that woman had been the scariest thing Jack had ever been witness to. And even more so, considering the fact that Jack had been a three and a half foot seven year old.

"Alright, I give. And I'll keep my guard up, Sam. Don't worry. I got away from the cops on Saturday. I think I can handle one woman," he joked. Sam grabbed his shoulder.

"Just be careful. All these other guys live with their parents, so they have nothing to worry about. You're not the same." Sam changed her expression when she was done, trying to change the mood with it. Jack was suddenly reminded of why he didn't live with his parents, or his grandfather, or anyone 'human' for that matter.

"I'll try not to get shot by a jealous husband, okay?"

"Works for me!" she said cheerily.

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At home, Jack was met at the door by Fain, who was covered in sweat and purple and pink kiss marks, the kind that one gets after being kissed by someone wearing lipstick. Jack groaned and set his backpack down next to the door. He looked through his apartment and found Elassa in the bathroom, her face glued on the mirror.

"Elassa, don't tell me you-"

"Don't I look sexy, Jack?" she asked, turning to him with her lips ready for a Hollywood kiss. Jack rolled his eyes and closed the door. He turned to get his car keys off the countertop, but Fain appeared before him.

"Master, I would request that you begin another set of orgasms with me," she said in her usual, esoteric voice. She pulled one of his hands to her breast and he grabbed his car keys with the other.

"Sorry, but I gotta go to work. Fuck, I need my uniform. Elassa! Can you go to my closet and get my uniform?" he yelled. She appeared before him with said thing in her hands.

"Surely you don't plan on leaving us alone all night like you left us this morning?"

"Surely you don't plan on getting me kicked out of my apartment by lack of rent payments?" Jack returned mockingly, taking off his clothes. He set his uniform on the table and pulled his wallet out of the back pocket of his shorts.

"Master, please don't leave me with her again. She does things to me," Fain pleaded, pulling on his arm. Jack's brow knitted.

"You're a succubus. Your only reason for coming here is to have sex with me, and you're complaining about Elassa touching you? Really? Honestly, did you even think about that?"

"But she is not you, master!" the succubus whined. Jack pulled on his pressed pants and looped a black belt on it, putting the end through its Fleur de Leif buckle. He began buttoning up his shirt when Elassa walked in with a rolling pin in her hands.

"Oh Fain, master is busy. Let's you and I return to bed and have sommore fun," she said, smacking the rolling pin against her palm. Fain glanced up at Jack nervously.

"Master, help me," she begged. Elassa put a hand around her waist and pulled Fain back into Jack's bedroom.

"Elassa, if I come back to find cops waiting for me, it's on your head," he warned. Elassa returned to the living room, dragging Fain by her sports bra. She was apparently knocked unconscious.

"Where do you work anyway?" she asked.

"At the Espèce Sonnante et Trébuchante. It means the coin of the realm or something in French. Look, I have to go. Don't get Melissa down here, okay. I can't explain you two to anyone at the moment, and I need help doing that later this week. Fuck, just don't draw attention to yourself." Jack tied his tie and clipped the fake gilded chain from the inside of his coat pocket to the pocket of his black vest.

He checked himself in the bathroom mirror and put on his dress shoes Elassa had brought out as well. How he hated his uniform. Everything had to be pristine and exactly in order, or his boss would have a fit over it and curse at him in French. Jack grunted as he finished with the needle-thin laces and checked himself over again to make sure he didn't' forget anything important. He stuffed his wallet into his pocket before leaving.

The drive to work wasn't bad, except for the idiot on her cell phone that wouldn't move at the green lights, all three of them, until Jack honked at her. He was on time for work, but just barely. Monsieur Benoît was busy directing one of the chefs when Jack arrived.

The Monsieur, as the staff often referred to him as, was not a very tall man, nor was he very nice to say the least. He was five three at best, with black hair and a thin, curled mustache like the stereotypical Frenchman. He wore the same mild blue suit every single day, with the same green tie and the same white shirt. His accent wasn't horrendous, but Jack still bit back a laugh every time the man talked.

"Ah, Jacques, you have arrived finally. Go do your job, eet ees getting busy een here," he snapped. Jack rolled his eyes. At the front of the fancy restaurant, he rubbed his eyes and yawned lazily. Next to him was Stacy, the greeter who handed the waiters and waitresses all of their menus and stood there with a smile all night.




Cemetery Summons Ch. 06



"So, how's life been treating you Jack?"

"Alright, I guess."

"Found anyone special to snuggle with while her daddy's away?" Stacy asked with a giggle. Jack shrugged and adjusted his vest.

"I actually did find a girl on Halloween." Jack smiled as Stacy's jaw dropped. Two customers walked in and she immediately snapped back to attention. Her face turned a little red at the cheeks and she handed Jack two menus.

"Actually, my wife is going to be here soon. Make that three?" one of the men asked. Stacy smiled and pulled out a third menu. She handed them to Jack and he walked the men to an empty booth. He looked around briefly as he set down the menus. Hell, half the restaurant was empty this time of day.

"Uh, what would you two be drinking today, and if you know what your third guest is having, then I'll get that too," Jack said as he pulled out his flip book and pen.

"Sure, I'll have a coke."

"I'll take an iced tea if you have one, unsweetened. And bring one for my wife if you could, with extra lemons too."

"Right away sir." When Jack returned, he saw the man's wife was now seated, and he se down their drinks with a slightly forced smile. He really didn't want to be here right now, especially with Elassa and Fain doing everything under the sun at home. He pushed the thought aside and pulled out his flip book and pen again.

"Any appetizers? Or would you like to go right to your meal?" Jack asked like a trained puppy, just as the Monsieur had nailed into his head time and time again.

"Steak au piovre with a cob salad for a side," the woman said impatiently.

"I'll have a Filet Mignon with a baked potato. Oh, and could I get some cheese with the potato, if at all possible?"

"I'll see what I can do for you sir. And you?"

"I'll have a Terrine de Saumon aux Epinards."

"Thank you. I'll put your order in and have it ready as soon as possible," he said, taking up the menus. He turned to leave and not five steps away...

"Waiter, come back here," said the woman. Jack spun on heel and returned with a very forced smile. He tilted his head to the side.

"Yes, is there something I can do for y-"

"Yes, my husband asked for extra lemons. Where are they?" she demanded, spreading her hands out to show that said items weren't present.

"I have only two hands. I was just now going to get them. I'm sure you can wait a few moments," Jack said, turning around again. He left the menus with Stacy and controlled himself. Just great, another self-absorbed problem. He got the lemons and set them down on the table for the woman, along with some steaming French bread and packets of butter.

"Is this bread fresh?" asked the woman. Her husband told her to stop being rude, but it was Jack's job to comply with as much finesse and humbleness as possible.

"Is it warm? Can you push the crust like dough?" Jack asked. She pushed the crust and it bent beneath her finger.

"Yes," she answered apprehensively.

"Then it's fresh. Would you like me to find you a new booth as well, or are you satisfied with sitting on this one madam?" he replied with all the eloquence he could muster. The man across from her slapped his hand over his mouth and her husband looked up at Jack guiltily. 

Jack left the table and walked back up to the front, where Stacy was tapping her foot like a mother waiting for her child who had done something bad.

"Jack, you know whatever you did over there was wrong. Just look at her face. The Monsieur is gonna fire you if you have another slip-up, you know that Jack," she scolded.

"Stacy, she asked if the bread was fresh like it was a diseased piece of rotting carcass if it wasn't. And besides, you see her husband over there laughing?" Jack retorted as he jerked his thumb in the direction of the man being smacked in the head. Stacy gave Jack a warning look, but nothing more.

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Jack was tired. He'd been working for almost six hours by now, and the people needing to be waited on were only now dropping off to almost nothing. Jack had managed to catch a lucky break and have all of his tables free for the moment, so he was waiting for someone else to come in. He'd gotten about ninety dollars worth of tips so far. His wallet was beginning to take on that old, familiar luster of being filled with hard-earned cash again. Unfortunately, ninety bucks for six hours of work at a restaurant like this was shit.

The front doors opened for the thousandth time this evening and Jack refitted his tie and got off the bench. He turned to the door.

"If I could impose upon you to have a waiter named Jack seat...oh, there you are," Elassa said with a bright smile on her lips, deep purple from her lipstick. Hugging her curvaceous body was a thin black dress that showed off her excessive bosom. He could see a black bra strap on her shoulder. She had her white hair pulled back into a pony tail.

Behind her stood Fain, in a blue dress with a spiraling green stripe running down its length. She smiled at Jack innocently, pink lips parted slightly. Jack would have lost it if she turned around. He could only imagine how close that thing was coming to ripping at her waist. Another waiter jumped at the chance to seat them, and bowed low.

"Excuse moi, mademoiselle, may I take you to your table?" he asked. Elassa frowned.

"Crétin, sortez!" she replied. The waiter, Hank, didn't know what the hell she was saying. Elassa pinched the bridge of her nose and grunted. "Get out of here." Hank immediately backed away and Stacy silently slipped Jack two menus.

"Elassa, was that really necessary?"

"Jack!" whispered Stacy furiously. "Shut your mouth and be respectful!"

"It's fine. I'm Jack's lover," the succubus said to smooth things over, kissing Jack on the cheek to reinforce her statement. Jack turned bright red with embarrassment and turned around to show them to their table.

"Uh, here, let me show you to your table."

"Fain, we can have Jack later. Control yourself." Elassa slapped Fain on the back of the head after she spoke. Jack led them over to an empty table and looked back up at the door. Nobody was there. Nobody was even coming in. Which meant that closing time was near, and that he wouldn't get any more tables to seat tonight. He'd be cleaning up with the others shortly. But for right now...

"Elassa, what in the flying fuck are you and Fain doing here?!" he whispered furiously. He pulled out a chair and took a seat, steaming angry and still red with embarrassment.

"We decided to come say hi. You're not angry, are you?"

"Master is displeased with your choice of action, Elassa. I stated that this was not going to make him pleased," Fain commented as-a-matter-of-factly.

"Oh shut up Fain. You're lucky I managed to find this place before he left."

"Elassa, what are you doing here?" Jack asked again, through gritted teeth. He slapped the menus down on the table. Fain quietly took on and began looking through it. A slight glow left her orange eyes.

"We came here to visit you, Jack." She wore a coy smile.

"Fuck it. What do you want? Or are you here simply to- Ah, Monsieur Benoît, I was talking with our lovely customers about the house special." The short Frenchman arched a brow.

"And why ees eet that you have managed to get a kees on ze cheek?" he asked. Jack touched a finger to his cheek and found a purple smear on it. He wiped the lipstick off with his hand and smiled, however difficultly, at his boss.

"I know her on a personal level. Monsieur Benoît, this is Elassa, and the one in blue is Fain. Ladies, this is Monsieur Benoît." Jack stood up and bowed low with a hand towards the short man. The Monsieur curled his mustache approvingly.

"Bonjour, mademoiselle," he said, raising Elassa's hand to kiss it.

"Merci, mon cher," she replied.

"Vous autres Françias?" asked the Monsieur in a surprised voice. Elassa smirked.

"Un peu," she said, holding her fingers up like she was measuring something tiny. Jack lost them after that when they began to speak full-blown French, so he decided to get a bit of information from Fain. When he switched seats to allow the Monsieur to sit down, Fain's eyes darted up from the menu to his face. She looked at him hungrily, as if she were ready to throw him across the table and rip her dress to pieces and fuck him until the sun came up.

"So, Fain, it was Elassa's idea to come here and see me, wasn't it?"

"Yes master."

"And she stole you these clothes, didn't she?"

"Yes master."

"And she teased you and told you that I would have sex with you here, didn't she."

"Yes master," she replied a third time, eyes downcast now. Jack ran a hand through his hair and looked at his boss and his lover. They were busily chatting away in another language. He saw hope fading in Fain's eyes, and he put his hand on hers.

"That last one wasn't a lie. Just wait and see," he whispered to her. Her eyes began to shimmer with renewed vigor. Jack tapped Elassa on the shoulder and she leaned back, her conversation unbroken.

"Oui?"

"Keep him busy," Jack said. Elassa smiled like a weasel and nodded. Jack left the table and took Fain with him, putting a finger to his lips. She followed him into the bathroom and Jack made sure nobody else was even remotely near before he opened up one of the stalls and sat down. Fain's eyes were orange rings of light by now and she quickly did away with his belt, button, and zipper. She licked her lips with anticipation.

"Master, I request that-"

"Sure, I'll give you a big load. Now before someone comes in here," he said, helping her pull his boxers down. His cock hit her in the chin and she smiled happily.

"Fuck my brains out at home, wouldya boyo?" she suddenly said, rolling her jaw from side to side to tease him. Jack blinked in confusion. Had he just heard Fain speaking right there?

"Do not speak to master in such a way," she said, as if speaking to herself. Jack saw one of her eyes turn blue.

"Oh yeah, whaddya gonna do about it? Hey, boyo? Couldya give me a good fucking? My ass is dyin' for some love if ya know what I mean," she said. Fain's entire face turned red.

"Master, please ignore her. I regret to info-"

"Regret? Hell, you should thank me. If it weren't for me, you'd still be in the Sanctuary of Salvation climbin' the summoning stone ta get to the mortal realm! Gods, sometimes you can be such a fuckin' baphomet," she said.

"Master, please find a way to silence me," she begged. Jack took the back of her head and pulled it back. Fain grinned up at him approvingly and he rammed her down on his throbbing cock. Fain let out a pleased moan and Jack shivered. She put a hand at the base and pulled her head up. She grinned at him happily, lusty stare directed at him.

"That's the stuff. Yer a fuckin' beast when ya ram me down on yer cock like that," she slurred, licking up a string of saliva hanging off her lipstick-smeared lips.

"Am I talking to Fain?" Jack asked as she pumped his cock hard with her hand.

"Of course ya are. Fain's a schizophrenic though, so don't expect her ta keep me down fer long. I guess, for lack of a better name, you could call me Niaf, because it's Fain backwards. But, you could call me whore, slut, bitch, cum-dumpster, slave, cunt, whatever ya want really. I don't care as long as you got the cock I'm suckin' at the moment," she deadpanned.

Jack was about to object, but she shoved his erection into her mouth and rubbed it against the inside of her cheek. She grazed his cock with her teeth and Jack felt the tickling feeling in full. He pushed her down with both hands and she tried to swallow. 

"Fuck, Fain, I'm about to cum. Get ready."

"Ffffff-"

"Sorry," Jack said as he realized he was choking her words. He retracted his cock from her mouth, and the movement felt agonizingly good. She kissed the tip before speaking.

"I request that you hold for a few more moments, master," she said in her normal, monotone voice. Jack smiled at her and she licked his glans again.

"I can hold as long as you want me to."

"There is no more need. I will continue now." Fain starting giving him head, sucking hard as her tongue played with the sensitive nerve bundle in reach and Jack gripped the toilet seat with both hands. Fain continued for a few more seconds and Jack's desire to ram himself into her mouth got the best of him. He snatched up a lock of hair in each hand and smashed his hips against her face. She grabbed his ass and held him to her as he emptied into her throat. His hips jerked as he finished up.

Stars flashed before his eyes. Damn, he could never get enough of that. He looked down at Fain, and saw a different color in each eye. He pushed her head back up and she eagerly licked up the string of semen running down the side of her mouth. She swallowed noisily and Jack thought that he could see a lump running down her neck. He tried not to think about it.

"Thank you," came the dual voice. One prim and proper and robotic, the other wild and uncaring and untamed. Fain closed her eyes, and they were both fading to orange when she opened them again. She beamed up at him.

"Okay, good job Fain. Now let's get out of here before somebody finds us," he suggested. She wholeheartedly agreed and they left after Jack got his uniform back in order. He grabbed Fain's hand and led her back out to where Elassa was still locked in conversation with the Monsieur. Jack's boss looked like he was in love.

"Monsieur Benoît, I think my shift is over. I'm going to head off now, but you can keep Elassa here with you for the night if you'd like," Jack offered. Fain held his arm tightly.

"Ah, au revoir, mon cheri!" he said as Elassa stood to leave. She blew him a kiss and winked as she left with Jack. He headed to his car, and when he opened the door, a sharp whistle drew his attention back to the front door. The Monsieur waved him over and looked at him with a kind of eager, giddy expression.

"Yes?" Jack asked, hoping to get through whatever it was that his boss had for him quickly. He really wanted to get home and get out of this uniform and take a nice, long shower.

"Eef you bring her back, I weell geeve you a raise. Ees that understood? Ah, très bien! I am een love!" he cried. Jack looked at him boredly.

"I'll bring her back. Can I go now? I have other business to attend to."

"Yes, go, sortez! Crétin," he finished in a murmur. Jack shrugged.

"Auf wedersehen, dumkopf," Jack replied in the most German accent he could muster. He could see the short Frenchman's face turning red, but neither of them said anything more as Jack left and went back to his car. Shutting the door, he heard Elassa snickering to herself.

"You just told him off in German! I can't believe this!" she said, trying to hold back laughter that was pushing up her throat.

"What? It was just a little insult. He called me a shithead; what am I supposed to do? Sit there and take it?"

"No, but that was pure evil. His father was captured during the Fall of France and didn't get out until the American military found him in a prison camp in nineteen forty four. That's a low blow, even on my scale. He despises Germany," she said, wiping a tear from her eye.

"Well, tough shit for him."

"I guess so." Elassa patted Jack's leg and adjusted her black dress on her chest. Jack drove them home and the three of them had a good, normal conversation about going back to the mall to get some clothes for Fain because she had a dress and boy shorts to wear, and that was it. At home, after Jack had locked the door, he tossed his keys onto the coffee table and yawned.

"Damn, it's ten already. Shitty night too," he mumbled, pulling off his tie. Fain tilted her head to the side curiously.

"Why is that, master?"

"Because on a night when I work six hours, I usually get four or five tables an hour, and about ten bucks on average for a tip. That makes out to be about two forty a night. I got ninety tonight. Slow night, cheap customers, poor luck for the waiters," he said, tossing his wallet onto the table. He began with his black vest, but a pair of hands grabbed his own as he got the first button undone.

"Let me get that for you," she purred seductively. The remaining two buttons on his vest were undone by her slender fingers, and she stripped it off him gently. She began again with his shirt buttons. They popped open one by one, and she kissed his neck with the lightest of kisses every time one of the buttons came undone, as if she were rewarding him for standing still for the process.

"Elassa, I can do this, really. You should probably get out of your dress first," he said. He wasn't used to anyone undressing him besides, well, himself. It felt so foreign, and the way she kissed his neck was nothing like how she usually was.

"Oh?" She got the last button on his shirt and pulled his arms out of the sleeves. Her bare chest squashed against his shoulders. "I don't think that such a thing is needed." Dark wings closed around Jack's arms and caressed his chest gently. Elassa laid her head on his shoulder and kissed the crook of his neck again. She hummed tenderly and wound her arms around his midsection.

"Hey Elassa?"

"Yes?"

"Do you have a family?" There was a short pause and then an inaudible sigh.

"Of course I do. I have hundreds of siblings, and a mother and a father. Although I would enjoy having your children eventually."

"You have hundreds of siblings?" Jack didn't know that a family could get that big. He didn't want to see what her mother looked like after that many births. He shivered at the thought.

"Of course. Everyone in my generation is my sibling. We are a family, those of us that dwell in the Sanctuary of Salvation. We quarrel and fight, but we are a family like any other."

"Who are your parents? Are they demons and angels?" asked Jack.

"No, my parents were an incubus and a succubus. I was never told which one of them was originally human, but it doesn't matter. They're both gone now," she said, pulling on his belt buckle.

"Gone? They're dead?"

"Yes. They've been gone for so long now, since before your first ancestor realized that waiting for something to walk by him wasn't going to get him fed. But I've said enough about that. You're probably wanting to get into the shower, right?"

"What about Fain?" Jack said, pointing to the other succubus as she lay splayed out on the couch in her usual attire.

"Her? She's of the third generation. Both of her parents are my siblings. Ashmael and Yarril. I have no idea how that poor girl ended up with such a thing like schizophrenia, but, it's an advantage too. She can get wild when that other side of her surfaces," Elassa teased, licking Jack's neck up to his ear.

"Hey Fain, you want to take a shower?" The succubus looked directly at Jack and smiled.

"I would like to take a shower with master. I request that Elassa be present as well," she said in a voice that sounded more authoritarian that her usual one. Jack shrugged.

"Have it your way. Let's go," he replied as he stepped out of his pants. Elassa slipped her thumbs under the rim of his boxers and swayed her hips back and forth behind him.

"You just sit tight and look sexy for us in there. We'll do all the work." Elassa promptly let go of his boxers and walked him into the bathroom, where Fain had already turned the water on in the shower and was inside already.

Elassa kissed Jack again and then appeared in the shower Jack could see two blurry shapes in the five by five foot shower now. He could tell Elassa was the one on the right not only by her height, but by the fact that her chest stuck out more than her chin. Fain looked like she was dancing in a circle with her arms raised. He could see her hands held up above the door.

"Hey, Fain, don't-"

"Oh yeah, my turn ya asshole. Tease my ass all night with that fucking rolling pin and then tell Fain that she's not allowed to have sex with Major Hardcock out there under his orders? You knew what she'd do! And she'd have taken this thing over if I had tried!" Jack saw Fain grab Elassa and they struggled for a few seconds.




Cemetery Summons Ch. 06



Elassa apparently lost the struggle and the entire front side of her body was pressed flat against the translucent shower door. Her massive breasts looked like two big, flat pancakes against the glass. Jack saw Fain's nose and forehead against the glass. One blurry blue eye looked around for him.

"Fain, let her up," Jack said. A grin appeared on the succubus' face, and her cheek was split by her leering grin. Jack could even see her teeth against the glass.

"Like what ya see? Come on in and you'll get ta touch 'em all you want. And my name's not Fain! It Niaf! Get it right," she snapped. Elassa was pulled off the shower door and it opened. Jack was promptly pulled in with a wet arm and thrown against the opposite wall. Warm water covered him and made his boxers stick to his thighs.

"Niaf, let me get my underwear off first. Jesus, now they're wet," Jack groaned. A hand wrapped around his cock and prevented him from pulling his boxers off. Niaf knelt down and licked her lips as water spread across her form. She grabbed his cock as well, and the succubi glanced at each other.

"He's mine," Elassa snapped. "I got the first fuck."

"Yeah? Well Fain got a load before me, and I still got one before you, right here," Niaf snorted in return, opening her mouth to let a blue tongue roll out of her mouth. And yes, it did literally roll out of her mouth.

Jack's eyes went wide as he saw the length of the thing. Jesus! It was like a snake! The thing had to be at least eight inches long. It curled up like a snake and she tied it in a knot. She closed her mouth and let a smug grin rest on her face.

Both hands started to pump Jack's erection through his boxers and his attention was taken away from the ungodly long, blue tongue. He put his hands flat on the tiled wall behind him and watched as both succubi gazed up at him with want in their eyes.

"Master, me please," Elassa begged, pulling at his boxers.

"Ya never gave me a good fuck, master. Nor Fain for that matter," Niaf said, arching a brow. Jack felt a pang of fear pass through him. Something was going to get very ugly very soon if he chose one over the other. Their hands tightened around his shaft and he bit his lip.

"Both of you, go ahead," he said finally. His boxers were on the floor within the second, and the two succubi had their heads together, glaring at each other.

"I get him first."

"Wanna bet?"

"Knock it off!" Jack snarled. Two heads turned to face him.

"Who are you to tell us what to do?" they asked in unison. Jack's eyes narrowed.

"I'm your master, and I'm telling both of you to shut up and suck up to me. I'm not exactly happy with either of you at the moment," he finished, folding his arms over his chest. Niaf's right eye turned orange, and then her mismatched eyes crossed.

"I told you master was not going to be pleased by this."

"Oh, shut up."

"You two first! Gods, I've heard nothing but complaining all night, even from that French guy!"

"Hey, shut the fuck up!"

"Shut your face!"

"Stop bickering with us, Elassa. Master is growing even more displeased!"

"Hey-"

"No y-"

"Master-"

"Shut the fuck up!" Jack roared at the top of his lungs. Everyone looked at him. Jack grabbed both bodies by their hair and lifted them off the ground, furious. He'd had enough. He was horny, tired, and unhappy. Three women fighting in his shower, when he had gotten so close to getting sucked off again, was too much.

"I sense a disturbance in the force," Niaf joked snidely.

"Hey, I said shut the fuck up. And I meant it." Jack ground his teeth together and glared at her. A pair of wings came out of Fain's body, and Elassa followed in suit.

"Oh baby, that was hot," Elassa moaned.

"Gotta say, not bad kid."

"Master is very arousing right now," panted Fain.

Jack growled, but said nothing more as he let them down. Almost instantly, they both scrambled for him and Niaf-Fain only won the fight because her tongue was long enough to wrap around his cock. Elassa grabbed the base of his shaft and grinned at her new adversary.

"I've got something you can never match, schizo," she mocked.

"What's that?" Niaf replied, pumping Jack with her abnormally long tongue.

"I have tits!" the older succubus exclaimed, lifting her chest to swallow his cock and Niaf-Fain's tongue in a mass of alabaster skin. Jack groaned with pleasure.

"Vafft if not fair!" whined Niaf-Fain as she pushed the tip of her tongue against the tip of Jack's cock. He curled his hands into fists again. The succubi glared at each other, and then did something Jack would have never expected.

They kissed.

And Jack hadn't seen anything like it before. They closed on each other and locked lips like they were going to each the other's face. They both moaned lustfully, and their attentions to his body increased. Soft skin coupled with warm tongue and Jack's immediately response was that his knees buckles and he dropped to the floor, stifling a moan creeping through his teeth.

Elassa pushed her tongue into Fain's mouth and the latter's tongue turned a deep blue. Her eyes turned entirely blue and glowed like two fiery suns. She yanked Elassa's head and pushed their heads together more forcefully. The water from the showerhead made them seem like two goddesses. Light glinted off their forms, and Elassa's breasts looked like they were polished marble almost.

God, did he have to cum so bad. He closed his eyes and let his arms go slack. Well, he was getting a blowjob and a titfuck at the same time technically. He had a right to-

They began sucking him off in earnest, their mouths moaning all over his cock as they brought it between their kiss. Jack threw his head back and it hit the wall. He didn't care if he was hurt or not. Every part of his being was focused on trying not to grab one of them and fuck them until half dead, rinse and repeat until unusable.

Jack saw that Fain's eyes were blue again and her tongue had returned to a healthy pink again. Her hands were still locked tightly around the back of Elassa's head, and the two hadn't even noticed Jack's cock had become a barrier to their kiss. In fact, they had begun kissing it instead!

Elassa's lips fell full on the tip and her tongue was attacked by Fain's longer one. They fought for dominance as they roved over his cock, licking and wrapping around every part they could find. Elassa's breasts were firmer now, and every time she pumped them, she let out a high moan in pleasure. Jack had never seen anything like it.

It was as if they were horny because of him, instead of each other. It was almost like they were turned on by the thought of pleasing, or even touching him. Their lusty gazes were focused on him, well, a part of him. They looked like two lionesses watching something about to keel over and die. They looked hungry, predatory, patient.

God, Jack could have settled for anything at this point if he had that picture in his mind. Elassa's motherly gaze, Fain's pleading one, Niaf's confident and slightly fear-inspiring one; they didn't even come close. Jack had always thought that he would be attracted to a woman's breasts, or her ass, or the hourglass shape he'd thought was attractive.

He was wrong. Even with tits and tongues and full lips trying to swallow him with all the hunger of a star-eating god, it was their eyes that got his gears grind for sex. The way they watched his cock while they beat it with all they had, that was what got him hot and bothered, that was what got him hornier than anything.

He let a small smile pull at the corners of his lips.

"You girls ready?" he asked, watching them closely. His reply was a wanton moan from all three of them. Fain and Niaf had put off their feud for the living effigy they shared to get an orgasm from Jack. Jack reared his hips back and them pushed his cock against everything they offered to him.

His orgasm was almost violent. Fain closed her eye in time to avoid having it filled with his seed, and she managed to smother the rest with her tongue. Elassa whined, trying to obtain something. But when the tongue turned blue, there was no chance for her to do anything.

Niaf shoved her aside and consumed Jack's erection entirely. He pumped the remainder of his orgasm into her mouth and she continued to blow him with her tongue. Elassa grabbed her by the hair and threw her into the opposite wall. She squeezed his cock until it turned deep purple.

"No, no, no! Please give me something! Anything!" she wailed, sucking his cock again. Jack was hard again, but he was spent. He had nothing left tonight.

"Elassa...I can't...c'mon, no more..." Jack panted, stars flashing in front of his face. Hot water rained down over the both of them. Elassa's cheeks were stained with dark red tears. Her eyes were Dartmouth green again, and she pleaded with him for more.

"Jack! Please! Give me something!" And without another word, she hugged him to her body and sobbed. Jack was completely oblivious to the entire situation as he was shaken back and forth, vision turning black. His ears throbbed to the fast beat of his heart.

"Sorry...but the show's...over..." Jack's body went slack.

His world faded to black again.



Cemetery Summons Ch. 07



Jack opened his eyes and felt a burning sensation in his head. It felt like someone had just forced all the blood to his head and then drained it out in seconds. He felt dizzy too, and stared at the multicolored ceiling above his head.

Wait. Multicolored ceiling?

Pushing himself to his elbows, Jack found that he wasn't in his apartment anymore. In fact, he barely felt like he was even in a real place any longer. The walls looked as if they were contorting to his body movements, and the ceiling's strange plethora of color shifted and changed as if alive.

He felt something slimy under his hand, and looked down to find some kind of worm wriggling between his fingers and opening a sucker-like mouth as it turned up to face him. Jack withdrew his hand immediately and pushed himself away from the sucker-worm. And shortly thereafter, he fell off whatever he was sitting on.

Well, rather, he was pulled off. He looked down at his ankles as he hit the floor and saw a big, writhing red tentacle snaking around his legs, spiraling up toward his torso. Jack kicked with all the power he could, causing the large, slimy tentacle to tighten around him. Jack resorted to grabbing the thing's end with his hands to stop it from returning to its work of snaring him.

It slipped through his hands with ease and wrapped gently around his neck. Jack reached up and dug his fingers into it, hoping to make it relinquish his neck back to him. At first, it worked, and he managed to get one loops of its form from around his neck.

Then the thing fought back and rewrapped itself around his neck and then his hands. Being as thick as his wrist, it was surprisingly soft, the tentacle. It slapped him across the cheek and he thought that teeth were going to come out of it or something.

Jack fought back by squirming with everything he had, trying to break free. It really was hopeless though. The tentacle seemed to possess immeasurable power of its own, and whatever it was connected to had to be even stronger. Still, he didn't want to go down without a fight.

The red tentacle forced his arms above his head and his head down against the floor. His legs were pulled so that his body couldn't move any longer, and then spread out. The tip of the tentacle came close to his face, and waited silently for a reaction of any kind. Jack did nothing. It lowered itself to his face and vibrated slowly.

Jack felt it vaguely as his eyelids started to become heavy. He forced himself to stay alert as it pushed against his teeth, and he bit down on it as the red intruder made its way into his mouth. His head felt heavy, so he tried not to lift it. The tentacle opened up and smaller, cilia-like things protruded from its tip. Jack barely registered the little things playing with his tongue and caressing the inside of his mouth like there wasn't a thing wrong with it.

He knew something horrible was happening, that he was being violated by some foreign, demonic thing from somewhere in hell, but he couldn't fight it. Something felt so...so strange. His limbs felt heavy. He registered something moving down his throat, cold and sweet. He couldn't care less if he had known what to do.

The thing retracted from his mouth and he saw its gaping mouth-like tip. Four flaps of red flesh parted to reveal a hollow cavity lined with dozens of little feelers that dripped blue liquid. Where it fell on his neck, Jack felt a cold, tingling sensation that made shivers run up his spine. The tentacle pushed down on his chest and roved over his skin with the smaller cilia-tongues.

Jack felt it wrap around his stomach now as it removed itself from his chest. A burning sensation crept outward from where it had pushed against him, and a wave of coldness swept across his entire body. The thing pushed against his navel and the tongues came out again, searching furiously for something.

Another tentacle appeared above Jack's head, swishing around gently. His eyes followed its movements lazily, unblinking, uncaring. It entered his mouth without resistance and opened up like the other had done. But this one had not dozens of little tongues, but six or so large, flat ones. It forced something warm and tangy down his throat.

Jack's eyes went wide when the first tentacle, which he had almost forgotten about, started fondling his cock. He looked down and it allowed him some leeway to see what was going on. It had stripped him of any clothing he might have been wearing, and was sucking his fully erect cock into its weird maw.

The cilia-tongues wrapped around him and tickled every place he could have though of. It appeared to know every part to touch, every nerve to tickle, his every pleasure point. It impaled itself on him down to the base of his erection, where it withdrew an inch and forced itself down again, as if trying to get him to penetrate farther.

Jack groaned. Beyond the tongues there was nothing but slick, tight flesh pulsing around him like it was trying to eat him. He closed his eyes finally and his eyelids became extremely heavy. He didn't even try to keep them open as the tentacle in his mouth pushed more liquid down his throat. The back of his head tingled.

And after a while, Jack felt his body becoming lighter, like whatever was making his limbs heavy was gone and he was miraculously healed. He cracked his eyes open and saw a shape straddling him at the waist. He groaned as his cock was stimulated extra hard.

Opening his eyes completely, his mouth was agape and he was awestruck.

There was a woman straddling his hips, beautiful, exotic. Her tanned skin glistened with sweat and a red flush was spread across her cheeks. She had odd red eyes, with black irises. Breasts the size of her head bounced up and down on her chest, and a waterfall of teal hair cascaded down her back. She arched her back when she drove her pussy down on his hard cock.

Her hands held him at the wrists, and her feet kept his legs spread apart. Jack had no idea who she was, or how she had gotten here. In fact, he didn't even know how he himself had gotten here in the first place! His eyes spun. He felt lightheaded.

This must be a dream. This couldn't really be happening to him. It was impossible. He was in his bed or something, with Elassa and Fain sitting next to him and waiting for him to get up. Elassa was probably doing something to him though. The dream woman on top of him smiled, the look in her black eyes predatory and amused.

"This is no dream," the woman said in a voice that sounded like a thousand funneled into one. She smiled, revealing a pair of fangs on her upper and lower rows of teeth. She licked them and rode him even harder. Jack groaned and squeezed his eyes shut.

Upon opening them, he found her pussy in his face and her mouth engulfing his cock. Jack's arms were held out to either side of him by her strong legs. All he could tell was happening was that this was an impossible dream and that he was enjoying it. He began licking her pussy with his tongue and she moaned contently. She sucked his cock even harder, slurping on it when she came up. The teen felt something strange down there, but he couldn't see. 

It was like something was going down his...thing. He moaned as her tongue seemed to fondle his cock all over. This had to be a dream. In the course of a single blink of his eyes, Jack was now being smothered by a kiss that had his tongue tied against the roof of his mouth. He strained to move, but the exotic dream woman exerted impossible strength and continued to make him her plaything.

She switched two more times before Jack had the sudden urge to release. He held it in for as long as he could to prolong the pleasure he was feeling. The woman now had him completely enthralled. Jack's back arched and he splattered his cum across her insides, pumping her full. His cock, still hard, jerked and pulsed as she removed herself from him and stood up. Amazingly, she wasn't dripping at all, save for her own juices.

Jack lay there on the floor, his cock still as hard as a rock. He panted slowly, deep breaths escaping his violated lips in a deep rhythm. Jack had just been raped by a dream woman. Was this some kind of signal? Was he into this kind of stuff now? That would suck. Elassa would definitely get way too into that fetish and send him to the hospital again if she got the chance.

"I see that you're awake now. Sit up and we'll have a look at you," came a voice from off to Jack's right. He let his head roll to the side and watched a naked, purple-skinned beauty stroll across the room. Two horns protruded from her head and her feet didn't look quite right, but that was about it when it came to Jack's skills of odd observation.

"Another dream woman here to rape me?" Jack questioned. The presumed demon rolled her eyes.

"I can see how you would think this is a dream. But you are very much awake. Stand up and I'll bring in your succubi. Otherwise, I'll leave you here to be Anna's plaything once more."

"I'm awake?"

"Stand up or I'm leaving. You humans are so very foolish sometimes. Especially men," the purple woman groaned. A tail flecked around on the floor impatiently. Jack pushed himself to his elbows and the floor suddenly raised itself beneath his body. Something looped around his neck and slammed his head against the table the raised floor had created.

More things wrapped his ankles and wrists up tightly, forcing his arms and legs to be immobile. Jack didn't even struggle this time.

"So where am I?" he asked after a few moments of silence. The purple woman raised her eyebrows.

"Hell, or at least in Anna. Where else would you be able to be examined by a demon in the bowels of another?" she replied. Jack blinked in confusion and the purple woman shrugged. "Fine. Don't believe me, human. I am simply here to bring in your summoned succubi and advise you on how to and how not to use them."

"Who's Anna?" Jack asked. Presently, the woman snapped her fingers and a tentacle slithered up in front of Jack's face. The ceiling warped like a puddle having a pebble dropped into it, and Jack was met with a reflection of himself restrained to a fleshy altar by several red and purple tentacles. There was a solid red one stroking his cheek gently. It vibrated against his cheek.

"Anna is the demon you are being housed inside. She is very large. In your terminology, she is a celestial body, about the size of your solar system. And she has taken a very deep, intimate liking to you," the red woman replied. Jack saw cilia-tongues emerge from the tentacle, and he felt them enter the corner of his mouth.

"So Anna is a big demon...that I'm inside?"

"Yes. I would take care not to struggle. She is still moving your semen through her body. Eventually, she'll realize that you are not a human and she will proceed to remove all visitors from the room and close off all entrances to this room."

"Why?" Jack asked, trying to turn his head away from the loving tentacle.

"Your semen is very potent, and your ability to pleasure demons and demon spawns is immense. Anna does not have the most self control, and she would probably try to capture you to essentially milk you dry."

"Meaning kill me?"

"No. Anna is very special in the fact that she can feed you necessary energy to keep your soul from collapsing into your partner, which is why you're here in the first place. Anna would be able to keep you alive and continue to milk you for as long as she desired. Oh, can you see anything odd on me? Such as horns, or cloven feet, or fangs?" the woman added, completely off the subject. Jack shrugged as best he could.

"You're a demon, I can see that much. You've got a tail, big fangs, hooves, uh...piercings, black eyes, and big horns. Is that what I'm supposed to be seeing right now?"

"Yes. Very good, you're coming off Anna's sublimation," the demon woman said as she walked toward a large circular section of the wall. It opened up like a sort of organic hatch. The bottom of the apparent doorway stretched up and the demon walked through it. Jack sighed as the doorway closed, leaving him with the tentacle fondling his face.

With nothing better to do, he talked to it.

"So...Anna, could you lighten up on these restraints?" The tentacle paused for a moment, and then shoved itself into his mouth. It spit warm liquid down his throat and Jack closed his eyes. He gagged and the thing suddenly retreated.

"Would you like me to do anything else?" asked a familiar voice. Jack opened his teary eyes and saw the tanned woman with black irises from before. She smirked down at him, holding him in place with her arms and legs.

"It's you, those tentacles, isn't it?" said Jack.

"How nice of you to recognize me. Would you like to be pleasured again?" Anna asked, a ravenous quality to hr gaze. She was grinding her wet sex against his, her clit rubbing on his shaft with every little rolling motion of her hips.

"No. I'm quite fine already."

"Would more of me change your mind?" three more voices said as their bodies manifested in the blink of an eye. Anna, well, the four woman that Anna had chosen to look like, waited patiently for his answer. Each one of them stared at him with such lust that he was almost convinced that they were real instead of the weird tentacles he had been subject to fucking earlier.

"Uh, while the offer is good, I'd rather not. I just want to get out of here and get back out of Hell if I can," the teen replied truthfully. All four Annas looked disappointed.

"Would larger breasts, or more backside convince you otherwise?" she asked hopefully, the quadruplets in front of Jack's eyes suddenly possessing breasts the size of his head and assets bigger than Fain's.

"Uh, well, I really want to but I can't...you see-"

"Found yourself a new fuck buddy? You- Sweet Fuck! Look at the size of those tits! Damn baby, I didn't think you wanted 'em that big." Elassa yelled from the organic doorway. Jack whimpered.

"Help me Elassa. Do something to get her off m-" One of Anna's copies sat down on his face and grabbed his head with her hands. She pushed his face against her hot, wanting pussy. Two more grabbed his hands and pushed his fingers into their bodies. Jack heard Fain talking to Elassa. Jack looked up at Anna's face, and a dark red flush spread across her cheeks.

"Oh, I can feel you everywhere. I have never tried this before. It's so good," she murmured. The purple-skinned demon woman from earlier strode over to Jack and the floor greeted her as she sat down. The floor was now a chair that molded to the contours of her body. She watched the process of Jack's unwilling sexual encounter with surprising lack of interest.

"Let's begin shall we? You two," she motioned to Fain and Elassa still speaking with each other at the door. "Come here. This is very important for all three of you."

"What exactly is she doing with him? I thought you demons weren't slaves to your libidos like we succubi are." The purple demon shrugged at Elassa's statement.

"You have a dispersed lust for men, succubus. You are the intertwined duality of angels and demons. You have wings and you love because of the angels that fell from grace to make you. Your lust to create the perfect sex machine and wanton need for him come from us demons. And I am very much a slave to my libido. What they are doing is testing my self control more than you could ever imagine, succubus. My want for him at the moment is far beyond anything you have ever, or can ever feel." 

The demon pushed two fingers into her wet pussy like it was an ordinary occurrence to finger oneself in the presence of strangers, one of which was being fuck from two angles and pleasuring others from two more. Meanwhile, Anna continued to fuck Jack like there was no tomorrow, going to far as to have her first copy double over backwards and kiss the second, who was leaning forward, still rolling her hips on Jack's cock.

"So why is master here?" Fain said finally, mesmerized by Jack's ordeal.

"That is why I brought you three here. You see, while Anna is able to squeeze every last drop out of him and never endanger his life, you two cannot. That lovely scene in the shower, that almost killed your primary benefactor. You two are draining him of his soul too quickly, and you are doing it unevenly."

"What do you mean by unevenly? I've fucked him three times. Fain blew him three times."

"You may have slept with him three times, but her three are split between another aspect of her body. His soul may burn bright right now, but it was barely a smolder when I was sent to rescue him. And...Anna! No! What are you doing?!" the purple demon screamed. All four Annas threw their heads back.

"I can feel it! I can feel it! I can feel it! He's not whole! He's not whole! He's not whole!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. More copies of her form appeared around the room, all of them on the floor and pleasuring themselves.

"Mmmmfffph!" Jack's cry for help was lost as Anna's core was pushed so hard against his face that she forced his jaw open with the force.

"Anna! You'll lose control!"

"He's not whole! He's not whole! He's not whole!" she roared in ecstasy. The boundaries of the room rippled like water, bubbled like oil, and jagged tears and rifts appeared everywhere. Elassa was flattened against the rolling ceiling as a pillar of flesh spraying green liquid slammed her up. The chair holding the purple demon engulfed her and she fought to stay out of it entirely. Fain's face was blank. Her eyes glowed different colors.

"Oh yeah, baby. This is what I've been waitin' for. Master, you just sit pretty and fuck her like ya mean it," Niaf said.

"I will help you," Fain chimed in.

Their shared form was suddenly engulfed by a wave of the warping room and disappeared completely. Jack watched in horror as the space where she had stood became suddenly vacant. He glared daggers at Anna.

"Anathane! Stop! You're losing it!" screamed the purple demon.

"He's not whole He's not whole! He's not whole!" she cried, screaming with pleasure as she impaled herself on Jack's cock against and again. The other copies of her disappeared and she grew somehow fuller, like she was coming back together again. Even though she was still falling apart.

"Fain!" Jack thundered. There was no answer. Anna had eaten his succubus whole. Anger and rage flew through his body and he bit down as hard as he could on Anathane's clit. It was like biting steel. His entire jaw went slack as a wave of electricity passed through him, and not the good kind.

"Oh! More! More! More!" Anathane was losing her lucidity by enormous pieces every minute. She had devoured Fain whole. His succubus was gone, forever. In the blink of an eye. He wouldn't even see her again.

Jack strained with all his might to pull his hands away from Anathane's copies. They held fast, and he took a deep breath. He pulled even harder. Cables of sinew and muscle rose on his arms, and his veins pumped blood double time. He used every bit of strength he could muster to pull his arms free. The demons held fast, locking his wrists in their hands. Jack could feel that they were no longer just tentacles. They were real manifestations of the demon's form.

He tugged so hard the two demon copies left the floor. Jack slammed them together and they fell apart like two water balloons popping against each other. Red and purple and green and every other color sprayed in every direction. Jack roared his defiance as Anathane quickly pinned his arms above his head again, towering over him as she forced him to continue pleasuring her with his tongue.

"Succubus! Succubus! Succubus!" she cried. Elassa was slammed against the ceiling again. Jack saw her grin widely.

"Baby! You're about to see a real monster!" she stated. The purple demon, who was now trying to gain her footing on the moving floor, looked at Jack warily.




Cemetery Summons Ch. 07



"No! Tell her to stop! Anathane! You can't-"

All was silent.

Jack watched as Anathane's form shuddered. Everything still moved. The floor quaked. The ceiling rolled in waves. The room was in chaos. But there was no sound. Jack's eardrums popped. He felt a mixture of cool and burning hot liquid run down his throat and he coughed on it. He felt like he was drowning until the demon fell off him and onto the floor.

Immediately, Jack raised himself and coughed hard. Blue and green, thick liquid came out of his mouth and he felt like he was going to throw up. He pushed Anathane's other form off his cock and looked around.

The room was calming down. Elassa was stuck to the ceiling, her arms and legs engulfed in a series of sharp crags etched upon the room's surface. She panted hard, and smiled at him wanly. The purple demon held the only remaining manifestation of Anathane in her hands, stroking teal hair out of the other's face. Jack searched for Fain, and surprisingly, found her on the floor...both of her.

Two Fains lay on the floor, silent, but breathing. Jack stepped off the altar set for him and it melted back into the floor. Where he stepped, the floor became flat and leveled, like he was the calming point of this place. He still could hear nothing.

He knelt down beside the two demons and Anathane's eyes opened.

"I came," was all she said before the room was enveloped in white light.

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It was hours later that Jack learned that Anathane had been uncontrollably attracted to him and nearly killed his succubi, Fain and Naif, because her appeal was to things that are incomplete, much like herself. She was an incomplete demon, and filled herself with things to try and fill that void. Jack, being between whatever he was becoming and human, meant that she felt a longing for him. And her hunger had only been slaked once she had cum.

Jack was still confused with the entire situation. And he was still annoyed with the fact that he had devil bits still in his brown hair and in his ears. Every now and then, a green droplet would fall out of his ear and merge with the floor again. And every single time, a long moan would resound through the entire domed room that stretched for miles in every direction.

At the moment, Jack wasn't particularly happy about anything. He was stuck here, wherever here was, until Anathane had all of her pieces back. And that meant that her essence had to drain out of him, drop by drop, through every pore, until she was gone from his body. Elassa smiled at him.

"Hey, buck up Jack. You're the first person that's not an angel to make her cum. I think that's a damned good accomplishment considering you've only had sex three times."

"Fuck. Off," was Jack's reply as another moan rang through the room. He growled.

"Can't this go any faster?"

"Not unless you wanna fuck me again, incomplete boy," said the omnipotent voice of Anathane. Jack rolled his eyes and declined the offer quickly. There was no way he was getting strapped down and having things shoved down his throat again. He glanced over at Fain and Niaf, who were looking quite different now that he saw them both at the same time.

Fain's orange eyes looked bored, and her hair was pulled back into a ponytail. She was naked, much like everyone else in this realm apparently, but looked so different from Niaf. Fain sat so prim and properly.

Niaf looked like savage lioness who'd just killed something. Her long black hair was disheveled, and her blue eyes were devious, wicked. Her extraordinarily long blue tongue hung loosely out of her mouth and she wore a shit-eating grin. Her body was splayed across a couch molded from the floor that fit the curves of her lazy body snugly.

"I got a body! I got a body!" Niaf sang.

"I want you to be quiet," said Fain. Niaf stuck her tongue out.

"Fuck off. I get Jackie all to myself for once. And I get ta get fucked in the ass finally! Woohoo! Anal baby! Let's do it right now boyo," she said, rolling across the floor that raised to meet her. Jack snarled.

"You wanna go back to that body?"

Niaf stopped dead in her tracks.

"Oh, you're no fun. You had an hour-long fuckfest with a demon and you're not willing to share that cock with anyone else? You found yourself a new lover?"

"No, I..." Jack stopped as his eardrums popped and demon essence drained out of his ears, running down to the tentacles that sprang up to greedily gulp it all down. Jack felt the tension in his body release and he flopped down against the curved floor. Anathane's tentacle wrapped around his arm affectionately and stroked his cheek like before.

"I will never be complete without you. Will you come back to complete me again?" she asked. Jack sighed.

"Maybe. I've got no clue really. I don't even know if I'll ever come back to hell again if that's where I really am. I'm still confused about everything that just happened. What happened to you?"

"I came."

"What does that mean?" Jack asked, a little annoyed. There was a slight pause.

"I came, simple as that. It was one of the most memorable experiences I have ever known. I have never met another incomplete being before. Only angels come close to being that because their allegiance is split between their own lust and their patron's desire to rule the heavens. But you, you are the true incomplete, like me. I found completeness with you inside me. I came."

"Great. I am still confused," Jack murmured. Anathane sighed.

"I have returned to how I was before. I am ready to send them back," she said defeatedly. The purple demon stood up and clapped her hands together, tail swishing about on the floor. A hole opened up in the ground and she stepped into it, though her body was still hovering above the hole like it wasn't there.

Fain, Niaf, and Elassa grabbed Jack and hauled him to his feet. He tried to move, and failed miserably as he fell down. Anathane caught him and dragged him over to the hole. The three succubi took hold of him and Anathane manifested herself in front of Jack. He managed to lift his head to see her.

She grabbed with sides of his head with two bronze hands and kissed him passionately, for a long while. Jack simply waited for her to be done, and when she was, he saw tears streaming down her cheeks. She smiled at him sadly.

"Goodbye incomplete boy. Please come back eventually."

The hole began to suck its five occupants down.

Jack winked and then he was gone.

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At his apartment, Jack was literally dragged to his bed and set down upon it. Fain sat quietly to his right, fiddling with her ponytail nervously. Niaf intertwined her legs with his and lay opposite of him, her head hanging off the foot of the bed. Elassa hugged his body from the side, putting his left arm around her as she snuggled with him.

Jack took a deep breath and sighed.

"So, please explain to me how I avoid going back there," he said after a minute's pause.

"Fuck Fain and Niaf once a day until they get three loads each," Elassa answered, nibbling on his earlobe warmly.

"What time is it? I've missed another day of school for sure."

"No master, only four minutes have passed while you were gone. Time moves several hundred times more quickly down there. You still may sleep tonight and go to school tomorrow. We will be waiting for you when you return," Fain said. Naif leaned forward so far that even though her legs were locked with his, she could reach his cock with her tongue.

"And ven we haff you aw day yong," she said, licking him slowly. Fain leaned back and let her head rest on Jack's stomach.

"Thank you for earlier master," she said. Jack furrowed his brow.

"For what?"

"When you saw us disappear, we were taking advantage of the demon's uncontrolled power to separate ourselves into two bodies. We would not have been able to do that as we did had you not cared so much for us," she replied.

"I don't understand..."

"When ya fought that demon bitch because you were angry, ya gave us the power to split right down the middle. I'm completely me, and she's completely her. We got a perfect split because of that rush of emotion. Gods, that thought still gets me wet. That was the hottest thing ya ever did was get angry at that demon. Oh fuck, mmm..."

"Well, I'm just glad that ordeal is all over. I'm exhausted right now."

"Well then, master," Elassa said, whispering into his ear. "Let's let you have a nice, long nap with us." Her lime green eyes glowed with passion. Jack smiled at her and kissed the tip of her nose.

"You know, I really can't believe that just happened. That was the weirdest thing I've ever seen happen. God, I wish I could tell somebody about it," Jack said, letting out a deep breath slowly. His first kissed his cheek tenderly.

"You'll see much stranger, my love...we haven't even gotten to fetishes yet, you and us three. We're going to fuck you in every way imaginable, and then we'll turn you over to that demon and let her have enact some fantasies on you. Hmmm, you have no idea what kind of stuff you've never even heard of before..."



Cemetery Summons Ch. 08



That girl, Cyrindil, was in gym the next day. The class had been allowed to cut up and do whatever they wanted while Coach Kell was on the phone trying to get his kids a trampoline and having an extremely difficult time doing so because of customer service. Cyrindil had chosen to talk to Jack, and he was getting a little wary of her. She wanted to know him a little too well.

"So, everyone in every class I have is talking about the guy who has a sex fiend for a girlfriend. Care to explain?" she inquired.

"Look, not that I have anything against you, and really, I don't. But please don't ask me about my girlfriend," Jack replied.

"I know your secret. Meet me in the boys bathroom in three minutes or I will reveal you to the appropriate powers." Before Jack could even lift a finger, she stood up and left the gymnasium. Jack looked at the clock and cursed.

Damnit, fuck girls.

After three minutes however, he compliantly stood up and walked to the bathroom without a word. When he entered, the door shut behind him faster than usual and a tendril of darkness receded back into one of the stalls. Jack followed the thing and opened the door, where Cyrindil sat with her legs crossed, hands in her lap.

"What do you want? A quick fuck? Is that why you called me out here?" Jack growled, grabbing her by the neck. He lifted her up and put her against the wall, glaring. She grabbed his hand and struggled to pry his fingers away, even using the black things coming out of her back. It was no use. Jack's grip was like steel.

"Please...stop," she breathed. Jack let her down and she caught her breath slowly.

"I'm gonna leave if you don't tell me what you are now," Jack threatened. "And I don't care if you tell anyone my secret."

"I am a vampire. I can almost taste your blood it runs so strongly through you. It makes my mouth water thinking about your blood, mortal."

"No." Jack stared her down.

"No what? I only want a little!" she whined. Jack refused again, standing his ground.

"No means no. You're not getting anything from me," Jack declared, turning to leave. Something curled around his neck tenderly.

"I know that you have a werewolf or something living with you at home. I don't care. Werewolf, another vampire, a demon, it doesn't matter. I just want a little bit of blood, not much. Please...I'm begging you." She sounded like she was crying now. If the circumstances had been even the slightest bit different, Jack would have turned around.

"I'm sorry. But I have three succubi at home that want my full attention. I can't do it. Sorry." He pulled the spectral thing from his neck and left the bathroom. When he returned to the gym, he sat down next to Tom.

"Fuck everything," he groaned. Tom put a big hand on his shoulder.

"I know what you mean," he sighed. Jack arched a brow.

"What's up your ass today? You're always trying to bust outta that shirt in front of everyone like some golden god."

"Sam's mad at me," he replied. Jack's face paled.

"You don't..." Jack stopped before he could say anything else. Jesus Christ, this was serious.

"Don't tell anyone, okay?" Tom said in a shy voice that almost made Jack afraid for the guy. He'd never heard such a thing from Tom! What the fuck!

"You're in love with Samantha?!" Jack whispered. Tom flushed red.

"Don't tell her. I...wanna do that myself. Okay?"

"Sure. But what's she mad at you over?"

"Well," Tom began. "I asked her who she liked, and said I'd go drag them in here for her, as a joke. And then she got all mad at me and slapped me and walked away to the girls locker room." Tom looked down at the floor.

"I'll go talk to her," Jack said. He stood up, but Tom grabbed his wrist.

"Don't tell her," he pleaded. Jack nodded and then left for the girls locker room. At the door, he paused. Fuck it. He opened the door and closed it curtly behind him. On the bench sat Samantha with her knees pulled up to her chest, crying. Jack walked over to her.

"Hey."

"Fuck off Jack. I'm not in the mood to talk to you of all people right now," she said, wiping tears away from her eyes. Jack sat down next to her and put his hands on his knees. Sam turned away from him and stuck her face between her knees.

"Okay then, we'll sit here until you want to talk, or I get arrested. Either way, I get to sit in the girls locker room for a while." Jack tapped his fingers on his knee for a while before Sam punched him in the arm, hard.

"I told you, go away. I don't want to talk to you."

"I'm not leaving," Jack stated firmly. Sam grabbed his collar and turned to him. She glared at him so hard that he thought he was about to get the life beaten from his poor body. Instead of hitting him though, she pushed her face into his shirt and began to cry. Jack let out a sigh in relief and she pulled herself into his lap. Jack put his arms around her.

"Jack! He broke up with me!" she cried. The bell rang, but Jack made no move to get up. Sam cried into his shirt, sobbing.

"Who broke up with you?" Jack asked. He hadn't known she had a boyfriend.

"Michael did. I told him I was sorry, but he hit me," she admitted. Jack's arms went slack.

"What class is he in?" Jack growled.

"No, Jack don-"

"What class, is he in?" Jack repeated through gritted teeth. Sam bit her lips and looked up at him through teary, puffy eyes.

"Mrs. Tori's English, but please don't go there!" Jack stood up and let her plop down against the bench again. "Jack! Don't!"

"He hit you, damnit. Fuck him. He's dead." Jack opened the door and a group of girls looked at him like he had just killed someone. He glared at them and walked down the hallway. There was a period of three minutes where everyone got ready to leave school. Michael would still be in his class. Jack gritted his teeth.

At the classroom's door, he paused to rethink things. He realized that he didn't want to think; he just wanted to go. After a second, he grabbed the doorknob and pulled the door open. The class' attention turned to him and he walked over to Michael, a grim expression on his face.

He grabbed Michael by the hair and pulled him out of his desk.

"What the fuck man!" he yelled. Jack dragged him wordlessly out the door and tossed him across the floor. Mrs. Tori, five months pregnant, didn't do anything but watch. Michael got to his feet and punched Jack in the face. Now, Micheal was a big boy, to say the least. He gave Tom a run for his money when it came to size, and he was a horse when it came to strength. Micheal punched Jack again, splitting his lip.

"You hit Sam?" Jack asked, ignoring the punishing hits he had already taken and kicking Michael in the ribs. The teen collapsed to the floor. Jack pulled him up by the collar, fists balled tightly.

"Fuck you, and her," Michael said weakly. Jack punched him in the face and blood came streaming out of his nose.

"You too, asshole," Jack grunted as he kneed Michael in the chin. He dropped his beaten classmate and wiped the blood from his mouth. He walked back to the gym and redressed in his normal clothes. 

He left school by hopping a chain-link fence by the gymnasium and walking around the park to make sure none of the faculty stopped him. He stopped by his grandfather's grave and told the old man about his week and how he wished the old man was still alive.

It wasn't often that he did this, talking to his grandfather out here. Only when he had bad days did he ever blow off steam like this, by talking to a dead man in a grave. But, it worked, and sometimes he even laughed like he was still with his grandfather, like the old man was still alive and didn't have two bullet holes in his chest.

"Man, granddad, I wish you were still here. God knows I need more help than I can possibly get," Jack said while a tear rolled down his cheek. He sighed. "But, not everything bad. I still have my friends, and I made good ones like you told me to, life-lasting ones I hope. Rob still thinks that you were a Navy Seal or something. That guy..."

Jack let his head fall and he began to cry. "God, I wish you were here so much. I don't know what to do half the time. And now I have these three girls, and all they are is a mess of trouble. Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you about them."

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Elassa watched from a few rows away in the cemetery as Jack spilled his guts to the silent stone marker that showed the burial place of his grandfather. She felt a little sorry for him. As he told the stone everything about her, Fain and Niaf, he spoke of them like they were precious things to him. He said that he loved them and that they were all so dear to his heart. He spoke of how if they suddenly left him that he'd be crushed.

Elassa placed a hand on her breast, right over her heart. She was touched. She hadn't ever heard anything like this before. Jack had no idea that she and the other two were listening to him. Jack said that they had saved him at his job and how it was annoying and relieving to have them there. He said he loved them too much to let go, to let go of any of them.

She smiled genuinely and sank back behind the gravestone, hand still over her heart. She blinked tears out of her eyes.

"So, the kid likes us, eh?" Niaf reiterated crudely.

"Gods, it goes much deeper than that. He loves us so dearly...so deeply, like he's afraid we'll up and leave him. It's, it's so sweet to hear something like that said for me. He's so vulnerable right now."

"Then let's fuck his brains out right out here," Niaf suggested, licking her lips.

"We should not interrupt master's talk. He would be angry with us if we did," stated Fain in her usual esoteric tone. The three succubi listened for a while longer and then Niaf began insisting on the idea of taking Jack's body in broad daylight.

"Hey, would you shut up!" whispered Elassa furiously.

"I would suggest that we begin taking lethal action," advised Fain, reaching for Niaf's throat. Her twin shrugged, peeking over a gravestone to see that Jack was gone. She grinned wickedly.

"Hey, what's to say that we can't get a few toys while he's at work? Eh? We still have that money from the guy you convinced to pay you for a look at yer a-" Niaf was knocked to the ground by a fist. Fain's entire face was red.

"Do not mention that event ever again," she barked.

"Well, toys don't exactly fit our superboy's style. We really do owe him something though. I mean, we've been living in his house and we almost killed him twice." The twins looked at her as if she had suggested leaving Jack, their gazes dead.

"We?" asked Niaf. "You almost killed him twice. The two of us were just around for the ride when it happened," she snorted. Fain punched Niaf in the face and the two were immediately locked it an embrace, hitting each other and biting and scratching everything they could. Suddenly, Niaf's wings sprouted from her shoulders with a sickening rip of flesh.

"Niaf!" shouted her twin.

"What? If anyone sees me I'll just fuck 'em into a comma."

"You will not fuck anyone but master," growled the second generation succubus, her eyes alight with fury. Even the very thought of Niaf betraying their sole benefactor, after that confession to his grandfather's tombstone, was such a thought that got her blood boiling.

"Who shoved a pole up yer ass?"

"You will not! You will obey him and do as he says. He is your master. Without him, you would never be you," Elassa stated furiously, her fingers now ending in sharp claws. Her teeth threatened to turn to fangs any moment now.

"What? Elassa got a thing for lonely guys?" Niaf teased. Elassa grabbed the blue-eyed twin by the neck and lifted her off the ground. Elassa's eyes burned with green light, and her teeth had become sharp fangs. Her wings ripped through her shirt. Her claws bit into Niaf's smooth skin, causing blood to run down her neck.

"He is your master. You will not mock him. You will obey him. You will love him. Or you will cease to exist." Elassa was furious now, and she meant every word of what she had said. She was going to kill Niaf is she didn't respect Jack. Teasing him and playing with him was one thing, this was something else entirely.

"I'm just kiddin' ya freak," rasped Niaf. "I like him too."

Elassa let her down and blinked away a sudden wave of confusion. Her shorts felt cold, and she was quite surprised to find that they were dripping wet.

"Gods, I need a fuck worse than ever," she moaned, trying to keep the horny thoughts out of her mind. The twins disappeared and she returned home in an instant. The carpet felt warm beneath her feet and she registered that she had arrived in Jack's bedroom. She opened her eyes and smiled gently.

The door opened behind her and she spun on heel, taking Jack by the hips and pulling him into a kiss filled with repressed desire. But Jack's tongue wasn't as short as she remembered. It thrust itself all the way into the back of her throat and a loud moan escaped Jack's lips. Elassa pulled away and grabbed the blue tongue before it could retract into Niaf's mouth.

She'd just locked lips with Niaf. Disgusting!

"Yaaa!" cried the twin. Fain giggled when she saw them.

"I am sure master would not mind this," she sneered.

"Alright then, now that everyone's shenanigans are out of the way, where's Jack? We need to pull an all-nighter if we want to even up the fucks by tomorrow. He's getting stronger by the day, maybe a bit fast, but what's the harm in that?" Elassa let Niaf's tongue go and the succubus flopped down on Jack's bed, inhaling his scent deeply.

"Master is going to work presently. He will be back late tonight. We may be able to ambush him in the shower again, or we might be able to pin him down when he removes his uniform. I don't know which one is more effective."

"Well, we'd better think of a plan. We really need to get this worked out ahead of time before we get him angry again and he explodes like he did in the shower," Elassa explained. She took off her ripped shirt and let her wings return. She reminded herself to keep self control at the second slot on her priority list. If she lost it again, she might just get too aroused to hold back. She sighed.

"That was one tasty explosion though. Damn it, I thought that I was gonna pass out," Niaf said, sniffing the sheets again. Elassa's mood soured.

"The explosion of anger, Niaf, not the one that you hogged," she snapped.

"That kid has some kinda cock though," Niaf murmured into the sheets.

"And a really nice ass," Fain returned.

"And awesome chiseled abs..."

"And strong arms..."

"And some powerful hips..."

"And smooth fingers..."

"And-"

"I get it! We all know he's a great fuck. Now let's shut up and think for a minute. We need to get him fired up without getting him angry. And we haven't...I have, not you two." Elassa tapped her fingers on her knee after speaking. Fain arched a brow.

"Us two?"

"I took his virginity. He was plenty riled up then," Elassa replied. Fain turned her gaze to the floor. Elassa shrugged. She'd get fucked soon enough. Who knew, maybe Jack would stick it in the right hole to make her go crazy? Anything was possible if he was the one feeding you your next meal. Elassa lay back on the bed and sighed to herself. What could they do to get him willing to step beyond his normal boundaries?

Normally, they had to drag him down the path while he fought them tooth and nail for every inch of ground he lost. Only a couple of times had he submitted and taken control. And one of those times she had nearly killed him via clawing to death. She shivered at the memory of his tongue on her clit. She was jealous of Anathane for taking that tongue for herself back in Hell.

"I got it!" exclaimed Niaf out of nowhere. "Cosplay!"

"Cosplay?"

"Cosplay," she repeated firmly. Elassa didn't know what to say.

"Explain."

"Well, guys like it when women dress up, right? If we dress slutty for Jack after he gets off of work, he'll be willing enough. We can even come onto him and get away with being in persona. Maids do, after all, have to serve their masters." She grinned with satisfaction. Elassa shrugged and stood up, walking over to the closet. She pulled out the tiny bikini she'd bought at the mall the time she and Jack had gone.

"I have what I need. You two go and find your maid outfits. Oh, take his wallet on the way out, okay? He should have left it on the table I think." Elassa warped into the bathroom and grinned to herself as she gazed at her full breasts. She needed to blow off some steam soon. Her tits looked like they were going to burst.

She put her bikini down and walked into the living room where Niaf and Fain were fighting over the wallet. She grabbed the thing and ripped it from their hands, setting it down gently on the table again. She pulled the twin succubi over to the couch with her and sat down, each knee straddled by a succubus.

They looked confused at her calm, composed demeanor. Elassa took the back of Niaf's head and pushed her mouth against one swollen breast. She did the same to Fain and let her own head fall back against the couch. Gods, she felt tired. She was so horny from almost taking her demonic form back in the graveyard too. Her breasts were so swollen right now.

Niaf caught on quickly and licked her nipple eagerly, snickering like she'd won something. Fain was more hesitant to do anything, but after seeing Niaf, went about her own menstruations. Elassa moaned contently as Fain nibbled softly on the hardened pink bud, slipping her hand down Elassa's stomach. Fain's hands reached up to steady the breast she played with.

"I am enjoying this," the orange-eyed twin stated as she suckled deeply on Elassa's breast. The reply was little more than a moan in pleasure. Elassa smiled to herself. At least this calmed them down. She'd either confused them entirely or interested them in something worth more than Jack's wallet.

Niaf slipped her hand into Elassa's panties and began to rub her fingertips along Elassa's clit. She pushed her thumb into the second generation's wet pussy. Elassa arched her back slightly. He breasts felt like putty, and Fain kneaded her flesh like a master potter and his clay. Trained fingers ran over her flesh, causing chills to dance across her entire form.

The twins continued with their work, suckling gently for milk that was soon coming to them. Elassa had to admit that the two of them were almost a match for what Jack had done to get his own share. Elassa remembered the encounter fondly, and the memory sent a warm feeling through her core. Niaf bit down on her nipple.

"Thinking of him, are ya?" she questioned. Elassa took a deep breath and slowly let it out.

"Of the time he did this to me. I can still feel his fingers, his tongue. Oh he was like a child begging for it," she murmured fondly. Niaf pinched Elassa's clit and the elder succubus gurgled as her mouth watered.

"Let's get some new feeling in there, eh?" She pushed two fingers into Elassa's dripping pussy and caused a deep, lusty moan to escape her lips. Elassa's back arched as Niaf's long tongue began to trace circles all over her breast, not locked to the confines of her mouth. The succubus was damned good at this, Elassa had to admit. Fain was busily slurping down a copious amount of milk, and Elassa pushed her down harder. Fain obliged and bit down playfully, her tongue flicking over Elassa's pert nipple.

A second hand reached Elassa's core and her hips came off the couch, eagerness getting the better of her. Gods! This was too much! Niaf worked two fingers inside of her pussy while Fain slipped one in and teased her clit with her thumb. Elassa's vision blurred and her head spun. She'd never had anything like this happen before. She opened her mouth to scream, but three fingers clamped down on her tongue.

She sucked eagerly on the intruders and realized that they were covered in her own juices. A current of electricity ran through her body and her eyes burned green with ethereal fire. Her eyes rolled back in their sockets. She was about to come.




Cemetery Summons Ch. 08



"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! I'm gonna! Guys! Ah! Ah!"

"Then come fer us baby,' Niaf said, biting down hard. Elassa grabbed them and they drove their slender fingers deep into her pussy. She screamed at the top of her lungs and came, hard. Milk wept from he breasts like torrents of thick water. Her womanly juices coated the couch in a wet sheen. Her entire face was red and her eyes were rolled back in her skull. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth.

She sank back down to the couch, panting hard.

The twins brought themselves up to either side of her on the couch. Niaf giggled sneakily, rubbing Elassa's sensitive breast softly. Fain sat quietly, staring hungrily at Elassa' other breast. Her eyes were lit with a deep orange glow.

Elassa sat there on the couch, out of breath and mind hazy. She'd barely felt like this before. She had never been pleasured like that before. Yes, she had been pleasured to such an extent, but never in that manner. Gods! That had been such an exhilarating experience. Elassa licked her lips and moaned softly as Fain's hands began to fondle her.

"That was great. Now you two get to the mall with that money. We still need to get those French maid costumes before Jack gets back." She grinned as the two succubi disappeared. With a deep sigh, she was back in Jack's bed. She rolled herself in Jack's sheets and inhaled deeply. She felt herself getting wet, and suppressed the urge to pleasure herself.

Even his scent was arousing. Elassa had never seen herself like this. Well, she had been bedded by hundreds of angels and dozens of humans. And, to their credit, three fallen angels at once was something that she would never forget, but they couldn't compare to Jack. Something about him was so arousing. The mere thought of their lovemaking was thrilling her more and more.

What was it about him? What was it that made him so different that the others? The angels had been images of perfecting bordering that of God himself, or Lucifer. Though the former was impossibly, and unquestionably more so that even Lucifer. Looking at God was said to induce an orgasm that might never end.

Angels were beautiful, and well-proportioned. Kings, well, kings had that deceptive quality to them that made Elassa's gears turn. There was a bad side to every good king. Even Charlemagne had possessed a cynical, unforgiving nature.

She imagined the looks in their eyes. The angels, Frederick particularly, had such lust for her that he would go to extensive lengths to bed her for days at a time. Kings, royalty, even random men she found on unlucky nights when there was nothing better, they had a look of surprise and power in their eyes, like they were in control because she had come to them as a lonely woman in a bar, or to them in what they thought was a dream.

She thought of Jack. She moaned his name at the sensation his burning gaze gave her. His eyes showed the sheer desire he had for her. It was not only lust, or want. It was something newer, something she'd never been able to find before.

It was like he had a deep-seated yearning for her. She saw in his gaze fear as well as raw love for her. Her hand slipped down between the cleft of her thighs and she moaned softly. She imagined the rest of him, from his cute nose to his rigid arousal. She knew him, or at least hoped she did. She knew how to pleasure him.

Oh boy, did she ever know how to make his body jump for joy and his hips buck against hers. And he knew more than he should about her. Her fingers pressed harder as she imagined the way he knew just how to knead her breasts to milk them, how his tongue, so experienced and learned, had memorized of every curve and dip on her form.

His calloused hands, how they roved over her body, the way a growl came up his throat even time they collided, and the soft inhale every time they parted desires. She rolled herself up more tightly, her fingers quickening in pace.

His eyes, oh, how they burned with every emotion she could ever see or feel or even think of. Pain and desire mixed with regret and love. Such emotional discord and unity in his eyes made her heart pound and her sex wet. His sad eyes, his happy eyes. His worried eyes, his confident eyes. His sorry eyes. She loved them! She loved them all! She loved all of his gazes! She loved his moods! She loved his happiness! She loved his anger! She loved his love! She loved his sex!

She loved Jack!

She suddenly came to hard that her eyes crossed. She screamed into the bed and arched her back as far as she could. Her world spun, and her fingers fell to the bed, sticky and wet. She moaned and cried Jack's name into the sheets for what seemed like hours, panting and gasping for breath. She turned back over and unraveled the sheets from around her body.

Elassa closed her eyes and breathed deeply, smiling.

She loved him.

Jack loved her.

She loved him.

Jack loved Niaf.

She loved him.

Jack loved Fain.

She loved him.

She loved him.

She loved him! She loved him no matter what! Day or night, summer of winter She was madly in love with him. That was why he aroused her so much, and why the others she had slept with and fucked for days at a time stood no chance against him in her memory. She had never fallen in love before, and nobody had ever been in love with her.

Now there was someone who was so in love with her, that even with his love divided into three parts, he still had the time and ability to receive her love and reciprocate it. She grinned with satisfaction and appeared on the bathroom floor. She grabbed the bikini from the countertop and pulled it down to her while she lay there, grinning. Tonight was going to be so much fun.

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Jack was having a terrible night. He'd been thrown up on by someone's baby and then insulted by his boss several times for slipping on a goddamned half stick of butter Charley had mistakenly dropped in the kitchen. He smelled like sweat and toil and anger, and he was very unhappy with the lack of tips he'd received today.

"Cheap-ass motherfucking assholes," he spat angrily as he stomped up the steps to his apartment. He looked warily around for Melissa, and luckily found no trace of her. He was glad she'd left him alone for all this time. She would throw him out and go berserk if she knew he was keeping demons in his home.

With a sigh, he unlocked the door and opened it. Everything inside was dark, and the only light came from the lamp post from the street a stone's throw away. He flipped on the light switch and closed the door behind him, sniffing the air inside.

It smelled of sweat and sex and dirty doings. Rolling his eyes, he tossed his wallet on the table and his keys landed beside them a second later. With a sigh, he took off his shoes and tore his belt form his waist.

"Elassa, Fain, Niaf! C'mon, anyone going to greet me with a warm hug? Or maybe a tease or two? I know you're out there." There was no answer. Jack shrugged and finished taking off his clothes, laying them out flat on the coffee table. He walked into his bedroom and turned on the lights.

What greeted him was something that caused him to take a step back.

Elassa lay on the floor, her body bound in thick rope. She was blindfolded and gagged, though squirming to get out of her binds and be freed. Beside her, also on the floor, lay Niaf and Fain, both of them lying as still as two corpses. Jack furrowed his brow.

"Is this some kind of fetish that you were talking about?" Jack asked. All three succubi began to writhe around violently, livid. Jack grabbed Elassa's foot and started to tickle it. The succubus kicked him in the jaw and wrapped her legs around his neck. She pulled herself up to him and shook her head back and forth.

Jack, confused, took the blindfold from her head and Elassa's teary eyes stared up at him, wide and full of terror. She screamed into the gag, but only a muffled sound came out. Still confused, Jack reached into her mouth and removed the gag. Elassa took a deep breath and then fell deathly silent, staring over Jack's shoulder.

'Please run,' she whispered. Jack felt something strike him in the back of the head and he collapsed to the floor. Jack looked up at his assailant, and he saw why Elassa had been screaming. There was a woman before him in a long, silver dress.

Fang protruded from her frown, and her eyes were blood red. Her hands ended in talons, and bat wings came from her shoulders. She growled at Jack angrily, like a lioness.

"You have teased my daughter long enough, wretch."

"Mother!" pouted a familiar voice. Jack watched as Cyrindil walked into his room, smiling.

"Cyrindil, why did you choose such a whelp? You said that he was trouble for you. I see no such attributes in hi-" Jack kicked her in the knee and she dropped to the floor, landing flat on her backside. She started laughing hysterically.

Jack stood up and grabbed Cyrindil by the neck, slamming her against the doorframe. He snarled at her like a wolf. His hand clutched her neck tightly, strangling her. She fought to free her windpipe from his grasp, but only managed to get a single gasp out.

"It was you! You did this to them!" he growled. Suddenly, his arm was broken away from her neck and he was thrown across the room. He landed against the dresser on the far wall, his head hitting one of the metal latches. He groaned, and was then picked up by the neck and flung against the floor.

"You dare to touch my daughter?" The silver-clad vampire looked like a demon in her own right, her eyes ablaze with fury and anxiety. She glanced at Cyrindil, who was coughing on the floor. Jack backed away, trying to keep his lungs from collapsing. He gasped for breath as his bruised windpipe.

"Who do you think you are, coming into my house and tying up my succubi? Goddamnit, if you're here for me, don't hurt them you bitch," Jack panted as he got to his feet. The vampire grabbed him by the neck again and he rammed his knee into her stomach, hard. She let go of him and he grabbed her wrist, twisting it sharply. He grabbed her dark black hair and brought his knee up as he pulled her head down.

There was an audible crack of bone as blood came streaming out of her nose and Jack drew his knee back again. But this time, it was stopped by her free hand. Jack felt his own wrist being twisted back and he let go of her, only to find that it was the mistake that she had been waiting for.

She punched him in the solar plexus and he fell, struggling for breath. He lay on the floor and started up at the vampire, who pushed her tousled hair back out of her face and licked the blood from her upper lip, moaning audibly. Jack could barely breathe.

Looking down at him, the vampire revealed her long fangs again, brilliantly white and shining in the light from the bathroom's open doorway. Now beside her mother, Cyrindil was grinning from ear to ear. Jack would have spat at her had he been able to breathe at all.

"It seems as if your strength isn't what you said it was, Jack. Mother was very much the match for you, wasn't she?"

"Quiet, Cyrindil," ordered the elder vampire, wiping the remnants of her own blood from her lip. "This one is mine first."

"But mother!" cried Cyrindil.

"I said he is mine first! I bled. I need to take my fill from him before you take yours. Besides, he has toys you can play with first," she suggested, looking over at the three succubi on the floor.

"But they're succubi. Their blood is so bitter and impure!" whined her daughter. The vampires had a short stare down before Cyrindil gave in and turned toward Niaf, her fangs suddenly present and her tongue flecking out from between her lips.

The elder of the two vampires knelt down before Jack and opened her mouth. The yawning hole in her face was wide enough to engulf his fist if she so chose to do something like that. She cupped her arm beneath his shoulders and lifted him towards her open mouth. He was so close now that he could feel her hot breath upon his neck.

He watched as she closed her mouth and smiled knowingly, stroking a lock of hair out of Jack's face. She kissed the crook of his neck, moaning softly. Jack squeezed his eyes shut and wished he were somewhere else, somewhere safe where he could run away from this. The vampire licked his neck, right at his jugular, from base to jaw. She inhaled deeply, smelling his blood through his skin. She let out a sigh in pleasure and let one of her fangs rub his flesh tenderly.

Jack began to tremble. He was about to be drained by a vampire. This was the most terrifying moment of his life, even more so than when he'd first met Elassa and found out that she was one of the denizens of hell. He wished that someone would save him right now.

He wished someone strong enough to fend off this vampire could come to save him and his succubi. He heard Niaf's cry in surprise, and his entire body locked with fear. He could barely move. He cringed as the vampire's fangs pressed against his flesh.

"Please, someone help me,' he whispered. A sharp pain pierced his neck and he groaned with a disturbing painfulness as the vampire's fangs penetrated into his body. A torrent of blood left his body and the vampire slurped greedily at his blood. She drank it easily, gulping down mouthfuls at a time.

Jack felt like he was going to pass out. His fingers and toes were already numb, and the feeling of little pinpricks was already spreading across his knuckles. He briefly heard someone crying over the din of ringing in his ears. His vision blurred and began to change colors. Blobs of rainbow hues flashed across his eyes, like the time they had when he had fallen unconscious in the shower last night.

He watched as a teal streak passed across his field of vision, and his neck became suddenly very cold. Red passed before him and his head lolled back. He felt a streak of warmth run down his back, and looked up and down to see if he was able to see anything at all.

Nothing.

He saw a mass of swirling colors, as if he were in a dream that he was only just falling into or just waking from. His head swam in circles and the colors shifted all around him. Such vibrant and extreme hues and changing swirls would have left him speechless had he been able to talk coherently.

He tried to speak, but the only noise coming from his lips was a muffled gurgle followed by loud gulping. A warm feeling shook him from head to toe, and then a wave of coolness enveloped him like a blanket of snow. He shivered, in a cold sweat.

He was losing his mind. His lucidity was slipping; that was for sure. More warmth and cold swept over him, and he helplessly accepted everything without complaint. His shoulder hurt again, and he groaned wearily. He felt so tired and spent and used up.

It was like he'd just finished a ten hour screw with all three of his succubi at the same time. He closed his eyes and tried to think. It was still difficult to make his mind ignore the mass of swirling shapes and roiling forms all about him it seemed, but he managed to focus his thoughts on his breathing.

And suddenly, as if awaking from a horrible nightmare, his mind was clear. He opened his eyes and found a white ceiling above him, a soft bed beneath him, and a teal-haired woman straddling him hips. She looked down at him with blue saliva dripping from her mouth and a starving aspect to her gaze.

"Hello Anathane," Jack wheezed.

"Incomplete boy," she said in return, descending upon him.



Cemetery Summons Ch. 09



Anathane crushed her lips against his and a long, strong tongue forced its way into his mouth. Jack fought to pull his head away, but she grabbed his shoulders with both hands and held him down. On the floor, Cyrindil lay unconscious, being hauled to her feet by Niaf and Fain. Cyrindil's mother was trying to get up off the floor, holding her head as if she had nearly been bludgeoned to death. Anathane paid no attention to anyone but Jack.

Her black eyes were locked on him, a devious smile on her lips. She looked almost frightening the way she was gazing at him, her kiss still invasive as ever. Jack tried to push her off, and almost succeeded until she grabbed his hands and pushed them down flat on the bed. She put a knee in each of his palms to prevent any further escape attempts.

"So, whadda we do with these two, now that Jack's safe and Anathane is about to go nuts?" asked Elassa, turning her eyes over to the elder of the two vampires, grinning evilly. Jack drummed his heels on the bed, and Anathane quickly sat on his thighs, effectively silencing him in every way.

Angry that she wasn't even listening to his repeated attempts to get off, Jack bit down on her tongue hard enough to split it in half.

Which is exactly what it did.

Her long, pink tongue split in two and the severed half disintegrated into his mouth. His entire jaw tingled, and then erupted into a burst of burning agony seconds later. He screamed into the demon's mouth as her blood flowed down his throat. It felt like he was being electrocuted! Every muscle in his body strained, but his partner was impossibly strong compared to him.

Blood ran down his windpipe and his breath hitched. He coughed violently, her blood running down his jaw line as well. Still, she kissed him with all the vigor of a tigress in heat. Jack's skin felt like it was on fire, and a constant thrum of electricity seared his lungs and his chest, causing him to jerk spasmodically in the throes of a horrible seizure.

Fire burned in his lungs, and he gave up on trying to breathe much. If he passed out, she'd let up...right? If she wasn't too engrossed with trying to drown him in a kiss to notice that he was in trouble, that is.

Suddenly, she pulled up and Jack spit out a mouthful of blood. Red, crackling mist came out of his mouth like steam, and hung in the air. The taint of ozone was rather dense. Sticking her tongue out at him, Anathane smiled broadly and pushed her breasts together.

"Like the kiss?" she asked as Jack wheezed and coughed uncontrollably. Red mist erupted from his mouth and his nostrils, shocking him to tears. Pain! This was pain, being shocked half to death by a girl's rotted tongue. Jack sucked in a deep breath and his lungs pulsed angrily, telling him to stop.

"Why didn't you get up?!" Jack yelled.

"Because it was so fun to watch you squirm, incomplete boy." She flashed him a impish look and he growled painfully, grimacing as her misty red blood seeped out of his nostrils.

"What about her?" asked Jack, nodding over to the vampire getting up from the floor.

"Nothing you need worry about," the demon replied, even as the vampire stomped over to her. Jack tried to squirm away, but Anathane kept him tethered to the bed with her knees and her backside. She regarded the vampire with a curt nod and then began stroking Jack through his boxers. The vampire pulled back for a swing with long, curved talons.

As soon as her arm moved, the vampire's entire body was captured in a flurry of purple and red. She was subsequently picked up and held aloft above Jack's head. She squirmed, but several tentacles had her wound into a tight, fleshy prison and refused to give her any leeway. Anathane smiled happily and reached up, stroking the vampire's pussy from behind with two long fingers.

"Stop that," ordered the vampire angrily. Anathane forcefully spread the undead woman's legs and ripped off a pair of silken undergarments. Two tentacles skimmed up the woman's body and groped her breasts, causing Jack's arousal to double. This was sickening and hot. Jack would have felt ashamed of himself for liking this had he not been already committed to screwing three succubi and apparently a demon too.

"You think to order me around, young one? You are how old? Let me see...oh! You're a young one, yes? Only barely centenarian, poor girl. Don't think to order me around so quickly," the demon snarled, lowering the vampire's body to Jack's face.

Hands bound above her head and legs spread out as wide as they could possibly be spread, the vampire was helpless, and Jack wasn't in much a different position. Looking for help, he turned to his three succubi. He found Elassa and Fain locked in a deep kiss, pleasuring each other on the floor. Niaf on the other hand, was busily teasing Cyrindil, who had awoken to find herself bound with rope.

"Let me go, summoned whore!" snapped the vampire. Anathane forced her hand into Jack's boxers and began teasing his cock with feather-light touches. She effortlessly played with him as she groped and violated the vampire.

"You think I was summoned? To hear something so absurd, poor vampire...ah, so your name is Izma? Well, Izma, I was not summoned at all. I returned to my lover when he called for me," she explained, grabbing Jack's manhood hard as she said lover. "And I find you trying to kill him. I find you trying to demean him before his other partners. I find you trying to seduce him and take him for your own, selfish, desires," she growled menacingly, snaking a tentacle around Izma's neck and choking her.

"Anahane! Stop it!" Jack demanded, feeling a bit of blood mist wafting over his cheek and searing him with pain. He cringed. The demon lifted Izma up over her head so she could look at Jack again. She was confused, or at least appeared to be so.

"You do not desire her dead? I assumed that your plea for help was for me to destroy your enemies..." She looked like a puppy that'd just been kicked by its owner. Jack felt guilty for denying her the pleasure of killing Izma. Wait. What? He shook his head and refocused his thoughts.

"No, now stop choking her."

"You overcame my influence, very good. As expected of my incomplete boy," she giggled, slapping a long, slimy tentacle down across his chest, its mouth a toothless orifice dripping with sweet, odorous juice. Jack's eyes went wide as it moved toward his waistline.

"No, Anathane, no! Stop that...thing! Quit it!" Jack cried as she slid back to allow the thing access to his lower body. She let go of his hands, and he immediately grabbed the oddly pink tentacle with both arms, hauling it back away from his crotch.

He was not into tentacles, especially not after that little experience inside of Anathane's body where he'd been violated no less than three times. He wrapped the crook of his elbow around the huge pink snake and grabbed further down its length with his opposite arm. He groaned with effort as he managed to arrest the movement of the thing. It turned around, the orifice at its end fanning out widely. It lunged at his face and he turned his head to the side just barely in time to avoid it plunging into his mouth.

Instead, it hit his jaw and then turned back around, sucking his left hand in. Anathane bit her bottom lip and put a hand over her mouth. She screamed into her hand, back arching.

"Oh ye gods! I'm full! I'm full! I'm full!" Jack tried to get his hand out, but only made things worse as the thing sucked his arm in up to the elbow. Anathane curled forward and flung Izma into Elassa and Fain's little session, and she was soon absorbed into it.

Jack fought to free his arm and Anathane moaned noisily.

And then the door buzzer rang.

Everything in the room suddenly stopped, as if time had been paused. Jack's heart thudded in his ears. There was only one person that could possibly be here. Jack looked at everyone else in the room, and found them staring back at him with blank, wide-eyed expressions. They looked like deer caught in the headlights.

"Everyone, stay quite and hide." Jack pulled his arm out of the pink snake thing and Anathane removed herself from him. Jack hurried to his apartment door as he adjusted his boxers to cover up his rock-hard erection and tried to get some of this slick, warm stuff off his arm. The buzzer rang again and he threw open the door, glaring down at Melissa as she looked up at him, annoyed. She gave him a once-over and sighed.

"What exactly are you doing in here? I keep smelling this weird thing, like you're burning something. I'm coming in." She pushed Jack aside and stepped into his apartment. Jack grabbed her arm and then wrapped his own arm around her stomach. He pulled her back to the door.

"Everything is fine in here. Now run along and wait another week and I'll do whatever you want me to." Instead of listening to him, Melissa broke his grip and walked to his bedroom door. Jack hurried after her, but she opened the door before he got to her. She stepped inside, and Jack grabbed her again.

This time, he leaned forward, turned his head, and kissed her fully on the mouth. After an initial moment of surprise, she sank back to him and grabbed his ass with both hands. He jumped in surprise and broke their kiss accidentally. Melissa snickered.

"I didn't expect you to come around so easily. You're such a naughty boy," she scolded playfully. Jack thought he was going to be sick if she said anything more, so he resumed kissing her. He dragged her over to the kitchen nook and leaned her over the countertop. Melissa slipped her hands into his boxers and pulled them down. Jack's erection sprang free and he growled with annoyance as she pulled out a condom from her pocket.

He pulled her skirt down and traced her pussy through her green panties. God, why did she have to come over today of all days? Fuck! Even as he thought this, Jack pulled her panties down and prepared to let her get it a week early. Though it pained him to do this, he had to keep the six people in the next room a secret from Melissa.

Melissa pulled a condom out of her skirt pocket and pushed the garment down from her knees to the floor. She started ripping it open, but Jack grabbed her hand and tossed the condom away. Melissa looked back at him and furrowed her brow.

"You're going bareback?"

"I won't need it for the hole I'm using," Jack replied, spreading her cheeks.

"Wait! At least let me lube it first you fucker," she said. Jack stepped back and Melissa turned around, stepping out of her clothes on the floor. She pulled off her shirt and bra as well, tossing them to the ground. She dropped to her knees and Jack grabbed her head with both hands as she leaned forward.

He pushed her down to the base of his cock and she gagged audibly. He didn't care. She came back up and then went down again, about half as far. After lubing it successfully, she stood up and leaned back over the counter, spreading her legs.

"Try not to scream," Jack said as he pushed into her body. She balled her hands into fists and let out a long, deep moan in pleasure. Jack pulled back and then smacked their hips together. God, this was so much different. It was so much tighter than what he was used to. And it was harder to actually move.

He started at a slow rhythm, trying to find a pace that he could hold and still reach a satisfying climax. But Melissa had other plans. She pushed against him at her own pace, forcing him to match it and push her harder against the counter.

Jack ran his hands along her sides. Though he didn't like her at all, he had to admit that she really was attractive for a short girl. She had a nice pair of tits, which his hands were currently trying to grab. She also had nice legs and wide, sexy hips, and a pretty smile. If she wasn't such a nymphomaniac, a picky one at that, Jack would have considered going out with her a long time ago.

Jack squeezed her breasts hard, pinching her nipples. Her body tightened and Jack grit his teeth. He didn't stop though, and he kept pace with her. He released her breasts back to her and stood straight up, throwing his head back. And then something wet landed on his face.

That something happened to be a bronze goddess' wanting pussy. Jack glared up at Anathane as she smiled down at him, held up above him by three tentacles that came out of her back and wrapped around the back of the fridge. She grinned happily and Jack reached down to make sure Melissa's head wasn't going to move. Unfortunately, that meant leaning forward, and bringing Anathane closer to his landlord and potential victim of mental trauma.

'I'll be careful, silly,' said Anathane's voice in his head. Jack didn't even want to know how she had just spoken to him. He didn't care either. All he needed to do was get Melissa off, get Anathane off, and make sure that Anathane didn't get noticed.

And he had to do all three things at the same time while both women were within arm's reach of each other. Jack brushed his tongue over Anathane's clit, very softly stimulating it. Instead of what he thought was going to be a silent moan, she very abruptly wrapped her thick thighs around his head and pushed her womanhood into his face.

He gave up trying to make a tentative approach, and went all out. He stuck his tongue as far into her as he could and began trying to find a weak point or two. By now, Melissa was moaning rather noisily, and there was an abrupt stop to her moans every time he thrust into her.

Anathane doubled over as he ran the tip of his tongue over a particularly sensitive spine of nerves and nibbled on her clit. Now, her thighs were around his neck, her stomach was smothering his face, her chest was resting on the crown of his head, and she was biting the nape of his neck. Jack found himself lucky that he didn't have to support her full weight on his shoulders.

He was getting near his peak with Melissa. Anathane was barely keeping quiet, and Jack could feel the vibrations from her voice on the back of her neck, so low that it was only just audible. Jack kept on going, his tongue still keeping up pace as it had been the entire time. His hips were sore from constant abuse, each and every day of his life.

Still, someone had to climax and end this. Jack doubted that Anathane was going to cum quietly, which was going to reveal her to Melissa. Anathane's body weight suddenly increased and Jack steadied her with both hands to keep from falling. Melissa cried out.

"Oh, fingering too? I'm about to cum!" Melissa began screaming his name with every thrust of his hips, one of Anathane's tentacles teasing her pussy. Jack was nearing his climax. Melissa was about to have hers. Anathane however, was literally ready to explode. Jack gave his horny landlady a few more good thrusts before he plastered her insides with his cum. Not long after, Melissa climaxed with a scream and put her hands under her head, panting as the motion of her hips came to a slow halt.

Anathane on the other hand, had no such luxury of pleasure. When he had come, Jack had retracted his tongue from her body and clamped his mouth shut. Presently, she was urging him on, drawing blood with her teeth. But Jack refused. If she was going to endanger everything that had happened thus far, and expose everyone and everything going on in his life to a woman who would use it as blackmail, then she deserved to get put on hold.

Jack stood there, trying to keep himself steady after a wonderful orgasm and a head-spinning ordeal. He managed to pry Anathane off his head and she retreated back to wherever she had come from after Jack gave her a demonic glare that could have come from Satan himself.

Jack leaned down and let his sweaty upper body rest on Melissa's back. She gave him a nudge and then gave up on trying to get him up. Jack put his chin on her shoulder and she glanced at him, a wry smile on her lips.

"That was an awesome fuck. Goddamn, I didn't know you had it in you to try something like that with me. Jesus that was incredible."

"Two weeks," Jack said as he knelt down and pulled her skirt and panties back up for her. He gave her back her shirt and bra before putting a hand over her eyes and guiding her to the door. After she was gone and he made sure she wasn't coming back in, Jack ran to his bedroom and found his succubi and the vampires and Anathane waiting for him at the bathroom door. Jack growled for them to get into his bedroom, and they all obeyed.

"Nice work boyo. Fucked her real nice, now let's us two fuck," Niaf suggested, sauntering toward him. Jack glared.

"You two, Cyrindil and Izma, get out," he demanded, pointing toward the door.

"You think you can talk to us like that?" snapped Izma, fangs ever present and menacing. Jack's voice was very calm and very authoritarian when he spoke again.

"Get out of my apartment. And do not come back." This time, they left without a single word. After he made sure they too were gone, he turned to his succubi and the demon remaining in his room.

"I swear to God as my witness, if I have to do that again, I will forsake all of you and you'll find someone else to feed off of. Now, anyone care to tell me who let Anathane go out there and try to fuck everything over?"

"Well, she kinda just went on her own," said Elassa.

"But you didn't finish with me in here!" protested the demon.

"Quiet!" Jack thundered. Anathane fell silent. "I don't care. Now the four of you, get some clothes on. We're going to school." Jack walked over to his dresser and grabbed some clothes to put on.

"Why there?" Fain asked.

"Because there's nobody up there, and you can scream there all you want." Anathane furrowed her brow and stood up straight, allowing her full height to overtake Jack's by nearly eight inches. Three tentacles emerged from her lower back and waved around in front of her like they were kept caught in a gentle ocean current.

The bronze goddess put a hand on her hip.

"Why should I be taking orders from you? I'm I not a greater demon from Hell?" she asked. Jack was still over at his dresser, and gave her a flippant answer.

"Because you are in love with me." Anathane thought on it for a moment, and then grabbed him with her unnatural extremities and threw him onto the bed.

"That may be true, but sometimes love hurts, and I love you a lot. So, in light of our current predicament, I'm going to rape you. You can either turn this into consensual sex and have a good time, or resist and make it all that much more interesting." She clambered onto him, straddling his hips like before.

The long, pink snake tentacle from before appeared above Jack's face as his hands were bound by the other two. It dribbled familiar, sweet fluid from its maw.

"Anathane..."

"Eat me out," she ordered, folding her arms under her huge tits. She shoved the pink tentacle into his fac,e and he recognized the scent now. He gagged at the thought.

"This is your- Jesus Christ. I can't."

"You can," Anathane countered, pushing the tentacle into Jack's mouth and making the end fan out. "And you will."

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Jack woke up the next morning and even more tired than usual. He was also very irritated. Anathane had demanded that he eat her out for nearly an hour, and then she had literally raped him half to death. Jack had been lucky enough to remain conscious through the entire ordeal, as many times as he was slammed against the wall and had his head cracked on the bathroom sink. He growled.

The back of his head still throbbed painfully from every blow she had delivered to him on the shower floor as well. He groaned as he tried to sit up. His face hit something soft and wet, and he opened his eyes.

His head was lodged between Anathane's breasts, covered in sweat. He opened his mouth wide and then bit down on her flesh. She immediately jumped with a start and fell.




Cemetery Summons Ch. 09



From the ceiling.

Jack was crushed beneath her enormous weight and his breath left him. Her demonic blood filled his mouth and he screamed into her chest, spitting the stuff out as he pummeled her away, teeth on fire. When he got her off his body, Jack sat straight up and slammed a fist down onto her nose. She yelped in surprise and then started laughing.

"You want more, do you?" she asked cheekily, tangling her pink tentacle around his arm. Jack grabbed it with his opposite hand and squeezed it, piercing her flesh with his nails. Fire burned on his fingertips and he pulled himself away, finding it useless to try to hurt her like this.

"Don't even talk to me. Go back to hell where you belong, Anathane. I don't want you here anymore,' Jack said, pulling on the foot of the bed to get himself off the floor. Anathane stood up easily, and grabbed him gently from behind.

"But you're so much fun! And you heal nicely too," she giggled, wrapping her arm around his waist.

"Get. Out." Jack snarled. Anathane put her cheek against his.

"But why? Don't you have fun with me? You make me complete. And I love you, like they do; is that not enough?"

"You don't love me; you love to have sex with me. And that was not sex last night. That was torture. You threw me against every wall, every sink, busted my head open twice, bent my shower head, and had me tied up against the ceiling until just a minute ago. Get out. Leave!"

"But I love you," she whimpered, trying to stroke him hard again. Jack narrowed his eyes.

"If you really love me, then go. I don't want you here right now." Jack couldn't fight her. He couldn't demand anything because she was impossibly strong. He could barely control her when she really wanted him. All he could do was beg and plead and hope that it would work.

"I will be back later to collect your rent for staying inside of me. You still owe me three days worth of lovemaking." Jack felt her warmth disappear and he let out a long sigh in relief. He let out a long, painful moan in displeasure and in came Elassa, naked in all her glory. Jack didn't want to have anything to do with naked women anymore. He'd rather be gay that take another pounding like last night's horrifying adventure.

Instead of giving him some witty remark, or having something to say to him at all, she simply walked over to him and grabbed his hand very gently. She tugged on it and he followed, being led into the living room where Fain and Niaf were sleeping soundly, lying in the positions they had been eating each other in. Jack shivered.

Elassa pulled him quietly into the kitchen nook and Jack found a stack of pancakes topped with chocolate syrup and whipped cream. He looked at Elassa for any sign of trickery, but nothing on her face was present besides a smile.

"I thought you'd be hungry after your first rape," she said finally, pushing the plate and a knife and form toward him. Jack grabbed Elassa and hugged her tightly.

"You know, nobody else here does anything like this but you."

"That's because I was your first. I was your first partner. I am your first lover. And I am your first succubus. Everyone else might be out for their own gain, but I'm in this for you. Now eat up. I'm not one for this sappy give-a-shit stuff. Anathane's gone. And today you get to take us up to the school and fuck us."

Jack sat down at the counter and ate his pancakes slowly, trying to think of what he could do to avoid having to do anything today. His head hurt. His cock hurt. His knees, his neck, his back, everything! It was all sore!

After finishing his pancakes, Jack walked to the bathroom and took a shower. Half way through, Elassa came in and washed him with a big, soapy sponge. Jack was glad she didn't ask him for sex. For the first time, having her against him didn't arouse him much. Yes, he naturally got as hard as a rock, but there was no urge behind it. Elassa hopped onto his bed and her leathery wings curled around her bosom.

"It snowed last night, probably because Anathane was sucking out all of the normal energy in the air to give to you," she said, getting comfortable on the stained sheets. Jack flopped down next to her.

"How..."

"She threw everything she had into last night, and demons can suck the very force of life out of anything around them to keep going. If that's what you were about to ask. Anathane stole the life of the air and gave it to you so you could keep fucking her. Gods, does she have a sex drive..." Elassa murmured, turning over onto her stomach.

Jack, ran his fingers through her hair slowly, feeling every silky strand. A tingling sensation ran up his arm. He closed his eyes and Elassa brought a hand to his chest. They lay there for a while, silently enjoying each other's company. Jack didn't have many moments like these anymore. Sometimes, before this week, he'd sit down somewhere and think for a while.

Nowadays, he was being assaulted every time he was lying flat on his back. Still, even though he enjoyed most of it, sometimes it wasn't as fulfilling as just lying about and doing nothing. He felt Elassa grab his hand and begin sucking on his fingers. Jack felt his arousal beginning to rise when the door buzzer rang.

"Fucking Christ! You know, somebody always needs my attention! Fuck!" Jack roared as he got out of bed and pulled on a fresh pair of boxers. Slamming his bedroom door open, he found his twins eating each other out, and he kicked the side of the couch to get their attention. Niaf looked up and grabbed his crotch.

"Hehe, c'mon and join us boyo," she cooed. Jack slapped her hand away and strode to the door. He opened it to find Anthony, the guy who owned a boarding house half a mile down the street. Jack had been friends with him since fourth grade. Though Anthony had been in seventh grade then, he was still a pretty cool guy. Albeit a little weird.

"Anthony, what're you doing here? I expected Rob or somebody asking me to go on a camping trip." Jack watched Anthony's nervous movements for a moment. His dark blue eyes looked haunted, scared.

"Look, I need help and you're the only one who can help me. I already know that you're living with someone that's not of this earth, and I don't care what they are. I just need you to come and help me, okay? I'll pay if you want," he said nervously.

"Wait, what? I'm..."

"I already know, and I have the same sort of...situation at my place. Only mine is more of a problem."

"What is it?" At the question, Anthony shook his head.

"Just, come over." And with that, Anthony stepped back and leaned against the guard rail, trembling nervously. Jack closed the door and blinked in confusion. What in the fuck was going on at Anthony's place?

After getting dressed, he followed Anthony back to the boarding house in his car, and once inside, followed him down to the basement. Anthony had locked the door behind him, which was really strange. Anthony never cared about it because he always had a gun handy. They reached the bottom of the stairs and Jack's eyes went wide.

In the center of the concrete floor was a circle lined with runes and symbols and glowing candles dripping with peach-colored wax. It smelled like lust and incense down here. The candles were the only light source available, causing the whole room to look slightly demonic. The smell of ozone was strong.

In the red circle was a woman, possessing pale blue skin and a rack to kill for. Wings were spread out on her shoulders, and a long tail was wrapped around with appeared to be a large dildo shoved into her pussy.

Jack glared at Anthony, who looked as guilty and scared as a puppy who'd just wet the carpet. He summoned a succubus, and she was trapped in the circle he'd made for her. And now, it was up to Jack to help him out of this situation. Anthony picked up a book lying on the floor and held it out to Jack. The teen groaned.

"And you summoned her using this, right?"

"Yes...but it didn't exactly work right. As you've seen, that hard-on she has is real," he said embarrassedly. Jack looked back at the succubus clawing, stroking a massive erection, and Jack groaned audibly. Great, a hermaphroditic succubus that was hard for his friend. Could this get any worse?

"Alright, you know how to calm demons down, so...go do your thing. I managed to mute everything coming out of there. Just, when you step in, make sure you don't touch the circle, or she'll get out."

"You expect me to go in there?" Jack deadpanned.

"Well, yeah. I thought you could say something to her to make her go back. She needs to come out of the summoning circle before I can send her back. But I'm afraid she'll fuck me with that thing. And unless you can convince her t go back on her own, she will."

"Well, here goes nothing," Jack said as he walked toward the circle. Immediately, the succubus jumped up and smacked against the invisible wall created by the circle. She looked all around with one, unblinking blue eye. She said something, but Jack couldn't hear it. She looked frantic.

"Be careful. She has claws," Anthony warned.

"So does Elassa," Jack murmured as he put his foot on the edge of the circle. The succubus retreated to the opposite side of the barrier frightfully, her tail writhing against the unseen wall and wings scrabbling against it for an exit. Jack moved into the circle and stood before her, trembling.

"You...you're not my master! Please bring him in! I need him inside me! I'm dying without him! Please!" She lunged at him and began crying hysterically, her tail wrapping around his leg and squeezing tightly. She raked her nails against his shirt, tearing it as she cried into his chest. Her enormous cock pushed up against his stomach.

"Look, calm down and stop scratching my back. Please. I just need to talk to you." Jack's words seem to have reached her, for she sat down and pulled him on top of her. Her tail was still wrapped around his leg though, and her hands were now on his hips. Her foot-long cock was trapped under his shirt and pulling at it.

"Please send him in here. I want to feel him against me, to send him into a world of pleasure unheard of! I want him to love me! Please...I'm begging you," she pleaded, her cock dribbling thick beads of precum that wet Jack's shirt.

"I can't. You have to calm down first. He's scared of that...thing you're pulling my shirt off with. He thinks you want to fuck him with it. Convince him you don't."

"But I can't do that if he doesn't let me out!" she screamed, arching her back as she ripped his pants and boxers with her clawed hands. Jack felt his thighs being ripped open and he winced in pain. The succubus howled with discontent and flipped them over so that Jack was against the floor. She slid up his chest and her huge erection pulled it up over his face.

She pulled it completely off his body and gave him a kiss on the cheek before sitting back up straight and showing off her pulsing manhood.

"Wait a minute...don't do anything too rash now...uh, succubus," Jack warned uneasily.

"I'm Kan, thank you. Now stroke me with your hand, or you'll be stroking me with your ass," she snapped. She'd made a complete one eighty from the crying mess she'd been before. Jack reached back and brushed away some of the circle with his hand, hoping that he'd break it enough to let her go attack Anthony. She perked up, ears twitching as her cock dripped precum onto Jack's bare chest.

"You're free. Go get him," Jack said.

"You're coming too, honey." She grabbed him and tossed him across the room and into Anthony, sending both of them to the floor. She stepped out of the circle and grinned widely, two great horns sprouting from her head. A chain wrapped around her left arm and she held the end loosely, her grin widening.

"Anthony...run."

"What the fuck did you do? I told you to calm her down; you made her angry!" Anthony wailed, backing away on all fours.

"Anthony, you idiot, you didn't summon a succubus. You summoned a demon!" Jack snarled, trying to find a way to get to the door. The only thing he could think of was to put Anthony and himself in front of it during their escape. And doing that doomed them both.

"What do we do?" yelled Anthony.

"You think I know?! I don't know what demons want! I only have succubi!" he yelled back. Kan glanced from Jack to Anthony, and then smiled grimly. She leapt toward them, chain arm outstretched for Jack's neck. She pummeled the two mortals to the ground and grabbed their cocks tightly. Jack glanced at his friend, and saw fear in his eyes. Kan's tail made short work of Anthony's pants, cutting them skillfully from his body. She ripped his underwear off with her hand and then wrapped her long tail around his cock.

"Baby, I'm gonna rock your world if you rock my cock tonight," she said, straddling his leg. Anthony's eyes went wide as the sight of her dripping cock. Meanwhile, Kan had reached into Jack's jeans and had begun to wrap him in the chains crawling around on her left arm. Jack suddenly regretted staying.

"Anthony, is there anything at all that you read that can at least slow her down?" he struggled even as the chain looped around his throat and constricted around him.

"And exorcism on the house maybe! Ah! Why is she like this? Demons...no! Get away! Back!" he shrieked at Kan, kicking her in the head. She leaned forward, blood streaming from her badly broken nose. It hit Anthony's shirt and steam rose from the garment. She loomed over him, a gleam still in her eyes. She drooled on his face, like she was mad with lust. Her tail fondled his cock lovingly.

"Oh yes, your souls are mine. I'm gonna fuck you two dry and take you back to hell as my toys. I always loved fighters, just like you master. And you always did love being the submissive one, didn't you? You get turned on by being dominated, don't you?" Her tongue flecked out and snuck into his mouth. Eight piercings lined the right side of it, golden rings stuck through her tongue.

"No! Jack! Do something, you've faced the denizens of hell before!" Anthony screamed, his hands at Kan's neck. His choking her seemed to have no effect as she forced a kiss on him. Jack grabbed her wrist and brought it to his mouth. He squeezed his eyes shut and prepared for pain. He bit down as hard as he could, and felt bone snap between his teeth. The blue-skinned demon halted her advances and the chain around Jack's neck went snack. She turned her head slowly, eyes alight with fire. She smiled eerily at him.

"Oh, mortal, you are full of surprises. Give me more, you too master. Fight me. Fight me," she whispered, voice quivering with pleasure. Jack bit down harder, and a torrent of burning liquid filled his mouth. He cried out in pain and released her arm. Her wrist was broken in two, and her hand sagged lifelessly on the end of her arm.

Anthony headbutted her in the nose, and it broke even further. She let out a yelp in surprise and sat up again, crying. Anthony was doing things more out of desperation more than anything. He pulled his leg back and kicked one of her horns, cracking it up the middle. Red mist rose from the crack like a vent of fiery steam.

Jack surged up and shouldered her off the two of them, feeling the chain coming loose from his body. Kan laughed manically, crying openly as Anthony got to his feet and kicked her in the jaw. She opened her eyes and glared at him hungrily.

"Anthony, wait!"

"Mortal, you are going to be beneath me for the rest of eternity," she cooed, grabbing his shirt to tear it from his body. Doing so revealed the bleeding red wounds caused by her evil blood. She wrapped her tail around Anthony's neck and wiped her nose as it reset. Jack slammed a fist into her face, and her eye filled with blood. A steady stream of it flowed down her cheek and down her neck. She growled at him like an animal.

"Do not test me, mortal. I never said that you weren't coming with me." The chain wound tightly around Jack's arms and pinned them to his chest. He was soon tied up to the neck and unable to move.

Kan walked back over to the summoning circle and completed it again with her own blood to fill in the places where Jack had swept the red chalk away. The floor became translucent and Jack squeezed his eyes shut.

"Close your eyes Anthony. And don't open them for any reason," he warned, before feeling the rush of warm air and gravity release him.

Down he went, unable to even move to accommodate for the uncomfortable tightness around his waist. The downward motion stopped and he forced his curiosity back down. If he even looked at a glimpse of the real hell, he'd probably go insane. Anthony's mindless whimpering told him that his friend was scared out of his mind.

It was a short while later that Jack was released from the embrace of the chain, and thrown upon a squishy floor. Jack cracked his eyes open, preparing to close them if need be. What he saw made him shudder with fear.

The walls were swirling colors of red and purple, and the floor rose to greet Kan as she sat down. I molded into the shape of a chain, and she purred in a delighted manner as a tentacle came out of the floor and began caressing her skin. Anthony wasn't nearly as lucky, as the floor had pinned him down and had him laid out with his arms and legs spread out. Jack felt it rumbling beneath him.

He growled and jumped up in time to avoid the mass of red that would have tethered his right arm. He avoided the next to attempts of the wall to ensnare him before a long, purple tentacle decided that it was worth the trouble to get him.

"Anathane, hurry up. I need to get back to Lesser Hell to play with my new toys," purred Kan as the tentacle snaked its way between her breasts and then up to her mouth. Kan swallowed it without complaint. Jack, on the other hand, was horrified.

"No, hey, Kan, no! Get me out of here!" he demanded, grabbing her by her unbroken horn. The floor caught his foot and held him in place. The ceiling drooped low and grabbed his hands, pulling them up above his body. He was pulled out straight and the purple tentacle following him caressed his cheek. Everything suddenly froze. The room shuddered like the bowels of a ship being crushed beneath the ocean.

"Incomplete boy!" Anathane roared, so loud that the very air vibrated. Anathane manifested herself into the room and stood before Jack, wide-eyed and with a huge smile on her face. The bronze goddess was even taller now that she was in hell, and she was even more frightening than before.

"No! Kan, send me back, please!"

"You know him?" asked Kan, her makeshift chair spinning to face the other demon.

"Oh, I know him very well. I know every part of his body," hummed Anathane sensually.

"Well, hurry up. My horn is still broken and that mortal did a number on my wrist. I'm going to take him home with this one and fuck him dry." Her seemingly-dry comment caused Anathane's brow to furrow.

"Fuck him? No no no. This one is mine, you see," Anathane said, hugging Jack's head to her breast. The ceiling and floor released him and the tall demon lifted him off his feet to hug him tighter.

"No he's not. I claimed him in the human world. He's mine by right," growled Kan, standing up. Anathane turned slowly and glared.

"He is mine. I've claimed him more than enough times to make sure of that."

"No he's not!"

"Do not contest me!" thundered Anathane, her voice like a crack of thunder, and her eyes electric with fury. "Jack Archer is mine, and I am a greater demon of hell. Do not contest me in this matter. Incomplete boy is mine, and you shall not deny me what is mine!" she finished, hair floating as if suspended in water.

Kan was rather pale by now, and her eyes were filled with fear. Anathane stared her down until the lesser demon understood, and Anathane smiled again at Jack.

"Fuck."

"That's right, boy. That's exactly what we're going to do."




Cemetery Summons Ch. 09



"Wai...whatever. I can't ever fight you, can I?" Jack said, licking her breast to get her going. She gave him a confused stare.

"You're willing?"

"Every time I resist, you throw me against something, so, yeah. It's not like I can get away either," Jack replied, latching onto her pert nipple and suckling hard. Anathane's knees gave out and she dropped to her knees, Jack still hugged to her tanned body.

Jack managed to get an arm free, and he used the temporary freedom to push Anathane's back to the floor. He grabbed her breast soon afterward and her arms fell to her sides. She let out a deep moan when he reached down and began to finger her with his right hand.

Jack didn't think he'd ever really done anything like this to her. It was always him being raped, him being tortured, slammed against the wall, chocked half to death, or something of the like. He'd never taken the initiative with Anathane even once. Now was as good a time as any. Jack bit down on her erect nipple and Anathane squeaked in surprise.

"N-not so hard now, incomplete b-oy! Ah!" Jack interrupted her with another nibble on her breast. She seemed to pliable right now, so docile. It was like Jack could keep going and she wouldn't take control this time.

He continued, pushing his rigid prick against the cleft of her thighs. He rubbed himself against her moist body and ground their hips together smoothly. She put her finger to keep another moan from coming up her throat. Her fingers no longer looked normal. They ended in long claws now.

Other things had changed as well. Two horns, each about as long as Jack's forearm, had sprouted from her head. Her eyes were much more vibrant, wanting even. Their normal, demeaning luster was gone, replaced with a sort of submissive eagerness that confused Jack deeply. A long, thick tail ending in a spear tip wrapped around Jack's left wrist, strangling it.

Jack positioned his hips to hers and withdrew from her breast, instead, choosing to kiss her. He didn't think he'd ever kissed her before, even though they'd spent two nights in a lover's embrace before.

Jack grabbed her horns, one with each hand, and leaned down to kiss her as he pushed into her hot core. A throaty moan came out of her mouth, followed by a short cry in pleasure as Jack sheathed himself inside of her body. He slipped his tongue past her fanged teeth and caressed the inside of her mouth gently.

He didn't want to excite her past her current state. God, he didn't want to excite her now, not when she was like this. Obviously, being in hell had done something to her anatomy that would probably cause her to grow teeth in...

Jack cringed at the thought, and suddenly felt rather worried about his crotch. But, when he pulled his hips back, he thrust them back toward her. Definitely, stopping now would excite and anger her more than trying to fuck her hard. Jack created a slow, gentle rhythm between their hips.

Meanwhile, in the wake of Jack's attempts to keep Anathane calm, Kan had brought Anthony off the floor and had begun to take her fill from him. Anthony was scared out of his mind in the face of such a giant cock, one that was hard for him. He trembled with fear.

Kan looked upon him like a hungry tigress, licking her blue lips slowly. She had her hips positioned over his, ready to drop down and plunge his throbbing erection into her wet womanhood. She had waited long enough for this.

She sank down upon him, and Anthony gritted his teeth until she reached the base, stroking her cock vigorously as she forced her inner muscles to squeeze and knead his inside of her. Kan grabbed Anthony's hand and placed it on her engorged glans, causing a shiver of pleasure to run up her spine. She entangled her tail around his wrist and forced it shut with pressure.

She began forcing it up and down on her rigid member, thick beads of precum dripping down the length of her shaft, right over Anthony's red hand. She smiled at him sweetly, brushing a bit of black hair out of his blue eyes. She saw her reflection in them, a cold, evil witch of hell.

"Don't worry, mortal. I will not hurt you if you promise to keep stroking me. I know you're afraid of me, and that's good. You're my toy, and it would be so very boring if you enjoyed everything I am going to do to you."

Continuing to stroke the cock set before him, Anthony bit back a moan. This was so wrong, and he was so scared that he was nearly petrified to death. He shouldn't be hard. Summoning something was so wrong, so evil. He was so stupid for having even thought about it! But with a glance at Jack, and his own demon lover, he felt a pang of jealousy strike him deeply.

All he had wanted was a succubus. Someone to fuck him day in and day out and give him every pleasure he had ever dreamed of. Jack had that, he had three really. So said the third eye that Anthony had constructed in annex between the walls of his boarding house. Thinking of the sight of his friend fucking that big-breasted beauty made him even harder. The demon above him thrust herself down at him hard to get his attention.

"Sorry," he eeked out.

"Oh, don't worry, mortal," she sneered.

"My name's Anthony," he snapped, trying to focus on Jack's demon. God, the people he would have killed to have that tanned goddess on top of him. Alas, such a thing was just a fantasy. And exactly why was he thinking of fantasies when he was in hell?

"Bravery is not one of your strong points. Why are you acting so tough now?" the demon asked, earning herself Anthony's attention again. She rolled her hips against him again in an attempt to make him think faster.

"You have no idea how scared I am," Anthony answered. Well, if he had lied, she probably would have done something to him, something that would make him scream. Nervously, he bucked his hips up slightly, catching the rhythm of the blue-skinned hermaphrodite above him.

"Oh, well in that case, allow me to ease your fear. I am Kan, and you are pleasing me, mortal. I might even let you keep your soul if you can make me cum from both places." She had a snide, conceited look on her face.

Anthony felt a swell of hope rise within him, and lifted his empty hand to her cock as well, stroking it as best and quickly as he could. Keeping his soul was a start. With fear still causing him to tremble, he began to push up against her pelvis.

She groaned with bliss, ramming her hips down harder and faster. She grabbed her breasts and began playing with them, pulling on her nipple piercings. Black blood wept from her breasts, but she didn't seem to mind at all. Anthony still stroked her as best he could. Trying to jerk something that was a thick as your wrist was a bit difficult. He looked over at Jack to see how he was doing.

The teen was having more trouble than he thought keeping Anathane from going out of control. Her skin was blotched with liquid metal, a golden hue. It slithered over her body as if trying to find a place to settle in. Her black irises had grown to encompass the rest of her eyes, and now only her red pupils shone out like two glowing rubies in a void of impenetrable darkness.

Her horns were a shade of teal like her hair, and each curved back and then curved forward again at the tips. Jack's hands were sore from holding them so tightly. Kissing her at the moment was more like dodging knives than locking lips. Her teeth were like razors, and his tongue would have been cut off were it not for her spitting sweet ichor up her throat. He didn't even want to think on what that stuff actually was.

He was nearing his climax about now. And though he doubted Anathane was ready to quit, he was exhausted. Nonstop sex with her, coupled with unsettling nightmares that only lasted about four hours, and with a fight with Anthony's summoned demon, had left him exhausted and spent. He barely had the ability to finish this session out.

Pulling his sore hips back for another thrust, he heard Anathane mewl like a kitten, and he took notice of the evil, distorted sounds coming from her throat. With a howl akin to that of a wolf, she wrapped her long legs around his waist and began pulling him down as her hips rose up.

Jack already-sore and spent body could barely take the abuse, and he winced every time her bones smacked painfully against his. Jack used her horns like two big handle bars in an attempt to steady himself, but Anathane would have none of it.

She raked her claws down his back and licked the blood from her sharp fingers, eyes rolling back in her head as she did.

"Oh, incomplete boy, that is tasty. I might cream all over you if you keep pulling my horns like that. Gods, I should show you my real form more often. You know your way around me so well," she murmured, finally releasing him from her kiss.

Jack put his forehead against hers and panted heavily, allowing himself to be used as she so desired. After this, he was never coming back. Fuck! This woman was insatiable! She just kept fucking like there was no tomorrow!

Jack tried to bend his body to forestall the wrenching feeling creeping up his body. Anathane's cheeks darkened as she flushed a deep shade, tanned cheeks turning scarlet. She was about to come, he could tell. Her breath came out as steam, each pant sending a tingling feeling down Jack's abdomen. He gritted his teeth.

Jack felt his climax leaping up his shaft and clamped his knees together. He flexed his prostate as hard as he could. Had he shot his load before she reached her peak, then there would be no end to this. He let go of her horns and grabbed her breasts. He pushed himself up, crushing them beneath him, piercing her copper skin with his nails.

"That's it! I'm complete! I'm complete! I'm complete!" she screamed. Jack felt her pussy tighten around him and he crammed his cock inside of her body, letting go after an agonizing wait. He shot his burning seed into her and she exploded outward in a series of screaming orgasms.

The room turned white and Jack's ears rang. He watched with confusion as the woman beneath him slowly began to appear again, her face twisted in an expression of pleasure and satisfaction. Well, that's how Jack took it.

Her eyes were rolled back in her head, leaving two yawning holes in her head that seemed to go on forever into endless darkness. Her tongue lolled out and green, brackish foam spilled from her gaping, fang-filled maw. Her breasts were bruised, her nipples red and raw and bleeding. Blue juice leaked from her body, the wake of her intense orgasm. Jack's cum, however, was entirely eaten up by now.

Jack removed himself from her, and then collapsed into her chest, panting and sweating heavily. He had no idea how he was going to even move. He could barely breathe fast enough to keep himself from blacking out, let alone get enough air to fuel his aching muscles.

"No more," came Anathane's voice. "No more. I'm so tired. Jack, gods you can fuck. Please no more; not now," she breathed. Anathane gasped for breath and then laid her palm flat out on the floor.

"Send...send me back home," Jack rasped. "And Anthony too. Send us home."

"All of us," she moaned, allowing a large hole to appear in the floor.

The four of them appeared in Anthony's basement, outside of the summoning circle that was still open to hell. Jack rolled off the beautiful demon and she flopped down onto his chest sideways, crushing her massive tits against his pecs. She rubbed one of her horns against his cheek.

She rolled back over and grabbed Kan by her flaccid, spent cock and brought herself to her feet with some effort. She dragged the whining demon over to the summoning portal and stood over the gaping maw of hell for a moment, hunched over and tired. Jack raised his hand and attempted to wave goodbye.

With a wink, Anathane disappeared into the portal and the chalk-blood circle was sucked into the floor, leaving nothing but smooth concrete in its wake and taking all evidence that there had ever been something in here back to hell.

"So, how was your first encounter with things with wings?" Jack asked jokingly, chuckling to himself as he turned his head to see a huge glob of Kan's cum dropping off Anthony's head to the floor.

"Never. Again," was all Anthony could say.

A/N: Stop for a moment and receive my utmost admiration if you've written anything for this site. Gods, this is the toughest hobby I've ever committed myself to.



Cemetery Summons Ch. 10



Jack spent the rest of his weekend trying to restore his shattered soul back to its stained perfection. Even Niaf had said he took a beating from Anathane's last assault when he had gotten home Saturday. He didn't even want to think about sex anymore.

Unfortunately, instead of being the usual calming class, World History III was turning out to be more of a headache instead of interesting. It was the day they reviewed the entire chapter for the test, and Jack had gotten all of his questions right, as he usually did. He and Nick loved history like it was a religion.

Rob was sitting next to him, busy with his quote. The entire class was in the middle of writing quotes and then having to defend them from Mr. Johnson found their flaws and logical fallacies. Most the time, a student's quote would immediately be shot down and they'd lose the chance for extra credit. Jack had a good one today.

He waited boredly for Mr. Johnson to run down his row and get this over with. Meanwhile, Rob was busy trying to spark a conversation with him about his weekend. Jack had no interest in telling his best friend he'd been raped again.

"C'mon, I'm sitting right next to you. Tell me, please!" Rob begged, his whispering getting more annoying by the second.

"No. I've already told you. I slept the entire weekend and everything was boring, okay? Leave me alone." Rob didn't buy it.

"I know that's a lie."

"Fine, really want to know? Elassa's friend tied me down and held me there for two days straight."

"And she screwed you too, right?" said Rob cheekily. Jack balled his fists, and then realized that Mr. Johnson was standing right behind him. He turned around to see his teacher's eerie smile facing his direction.

"Jack, let's talk about your quote, shall we?" Was he deliberately giving Jack a freebee for not paying attention? Count your blessings, Jack thought.

"Um, the hand of aggression is stayed by force alone."

"And care to tell me why you think I could validate this?"

"Well," Jack started. "Egypt was pushed back with an army from Mesopotamia, and China by a typhoon, same as the Mongols. Who else? The Spartans were repelled by a force from Athens and Thebes, and Italy from Africa by the British armed forces. Oh, and Hitler was repulsed by the Russians too."

"Is that all?" asked Mr. Johnson, smirking.

"Alright, find me a time when it hasn't been as I've told," Jack said, confidently.

"How about when Attila the Hun was brought to a halt by Pope Leo the First?" At that, Jack almost swore. Well, in any case, at least he could make his teacher laugh if this lame excuse didn't work. Jack stood up and pointed his finger at his teacher.

"Sir, that man was a force of nature," he declared. The entire classroom erupted into laughter and Mr. Johnson rolled his eyes.

"That one just barely makes it. Eight points," he declared with a grin, continuing down the row. Jack sat back down and chuckled to himself about it. He really did love history because of this guy. Mr. Johnson was one of the coolest teachers he had ever been taught by.

And when the bell rang and the review was over, he and Rob traded unpleasant pleasantries and then parted ways. Jack was headed to Gym, and he quickly got there and dressed out. In the gymnasium, Tom was waiting for him with a wide grin on his face.

Coach Kell ordered everyone outside before the two had time to talk. After everyone had been assembled outside, and it was freezing cold. The sun was blotted out by thick, grey clouds, and it was already a cold November. Jack didn't feel that cold though, even though he knew it was. Everyone else looked like they were dying though.

And because it was so cold, every girl had to try to cover up their chests. Jack had only seen a woman's 'candy kisses' stick out so much one time before. And with all the self-control he could muster, Jack pushed the thought out of his mind for a later time.

"Alright guys, I know it's cold, but I told you all two weeks ago you had to run two miles today, and nothing has changed. So go, eight laps around the track. Go!" And, as usual, Coach Kell went over to the bleachers and pulled out his phone.

But to everyone's surprise, he checked one message and then turned the thing off. He clapped his hands twice. The class began running. Jack did his usual thing to start off the eight laps. He usually ran the first lap for as long as possible, jogged two more, then ran the next, and cycled between speeds until he was through.

Tom was with him, and the star track runner, Alina Borsa, who was probably Bosnian. (nobody really knew or cared because she was hot) Alina was always nice to everyone, and the fact that she was the best runner in the district was something she didn't really let people know when they met her. Jack liked her for that. So, the three started their first run around the track, and were soon joined by Cyrindil, who wore a conceited smile on her face.

Jack snarled a warning, and Tom gave him a confused glance. The teen ignored the young vampire for the moment as the group of four rounded the first half of the track. Alina looked quite surprised that everyone was still with her.

"You have been training hard?" she asked Jack, who still had his hands in his pockets.

"Oh, you could say I was training, all days and night sometimes," Jack replied. Cyrindil growled at him like she had some sort of ownership over his words. Jack didn't say anything to her as they rounded the first lap and Tom slowed down, giving Jack a thumbs up as he dropped out of the run.

Jack prepared to slow down too, until he realized that he wasn't tired. He looked over at Alina, and she smiled at him.

"You really are a good runner. I never expected this from someone so lazy as you," she kidded. Jack shrugged the comment off and they continued to run. And Cyrindil had stopped off once Jack had started ignoring her completely. He and Alina lapped most of the others, including Josh and Brandon, who glared daggers into Jack's back as he passed by.

On the third lap, Alina began losing a bit of steam, slowing down just a little. Jack, surprisingly, felt very little in the way of wear and tear. He felt like he could sprint. Maybe Elassa was doing something to him, or the twins? Or maybe even Anathane? Who knew now? He was so fucked up any way you looked at it.

"You need me to carry you?" Jack teased. She blew his comment off with a burst of speed, and Jack caught her pace after a few seconds, rubbing his hands together to make them warmer. Two more laps went by, and Jack found himself only just beginning to breathe quickly. Alina was amazed at the fact that Jack had kept up with her.

"You are incredible. What did you do that made your cardio so good?"

"You wouldn't want to know," Jack replied offhandedly, sucking in a deep breath of cold air. Vents of steam came out of Alina's mouth as she maintained a quick, but controlled rate of breathing. She shook her head in amusement and they continued through the sixth lap.

On the seventh, she broke into a mad dash down the outside lane, and Jack followed right behind her, unable to see why she had begun sprinting. Maybe she just wanted to lose him? Maybe she wanted to get this over with and talk? He didn't really care. She hadn't voice her opinion on his company, so he had no reason to leave her company.

They made their last lap in a light run and Jack leapfrogged over Tom's broad shoulders as he passed him. He and Alina finished and then the star track runner collapsed into the bleachers, smiling and panting like a dog.

"Hey, Jack?" Alina inquired.

"Yeah?"

"Would you mind going to TCBY with me tomorrow after my practice is over?" she mumbled. Jack furrowed his brow.

"Wait, you're asking me out, right?" Jack replied. Alina's face darkened.

"Yes..."

"Wait, this can't be happening. You're the gorgeous foreign girl, and I'm the average joe shmoe with zero good points. And for what reason have you sunken so low to pick someone like me?" Jack was thoroughly confused with her answer.

"Because you are humble. I have never seen you boast about your good points. You only repeat your bad ones. I like you. You aren't like the other boys here, like Brandon and his friends who think they can woo any woman with a quick fancy line or two. They repeat every accomplishment they've ever had so many times that I get bored of them." She looked at him anxiously awaiting his reply. Jack didn't want to say no, but saying yes might put him in a tight spot with his job and trying to juggle three women at home and one in another realm entirely. He sighed.

"Look, I won't make you any guarantees, but I'll say yes if I can get permission," Jack stated as he ran his fingers through his hair. Alina smiled at him, and it was almost as if she knew his situation.

"Good then. I'll see you there tomorrow."

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"No. Absolutely no. Never, never ever! Don't even kid about dating someone, a human even! What's wrong with you...you fucking cheater!" Niaf roared, planting her foot on Jack's chest and forcing him to the floor. Jack's expression was that of confusion.

"Why not? And if you think I'm cheating by going on a date with someone, then take a look at the two people standing next to you. I'm fucking them too. Does that make me a cheater too?" Jack was really annoyed with Niaf at the moment.

"No, because I'm okay with that. You're not going on a date, and that is final," she growled.

"I don't even need your permission! Jesus, I don't even know why I asked," Jack muttered as he grabbed her ankle and tore it from his chest, sending Niaf to the floor. Before he could get up, however, Niaf clambered onto him and began removing his shirt with a smug grin on her face.

"Fine then. You gotta fuck me for that date, boyo. And I don't mean any of this half-assed stuff like you try with Anathane. I want a full-blown fuck in the ass."

"Why are you trying to bargain with him. It's a useless endeavor really, seeing as you're going to do what he says no matter how much you may dislike it," Elassa commented informatively, snatching Niaf up by the scruff of her neck.

"Fine."

All three succubi looked directly into Jack's eyes, confused.

"What?"

"I said fine. I'll do it if you'll let me go on this date tomorrow," Jack said as he stood up and pulled off his jeans. Niaf was let down to the floor and walked up to Jack, pushing her C cup bosom against his flat, muscular chest.

"Damn baby, I never thought you'd cave in. Fuck, this is hot. Get yer ass good 'n ready for me in the shower. I still gotta get this one wet." At that, she wrapped Fain up in her arms and kissed her deeply. The twin tried to break free, but Niaf had her arms pinned to her sides already. Jack headed for the shower and stripped off the last of his clothing as he stepped in and turned the water on. Hot water streamed out of the shower head and two blurred figures fell on the floor outside the shower. Jack waited, his arousal literally rising for the occasion.

He really had to get a grip on that. Or else he might really get in trouble if he ever went out into public again with his cock trying to rip his zipper every time a hot girl went by. Soon enough, the door opened to reveal a very horny, very flushed Fain and a satisfied Niaf. The latter closed the semi-transparent door behind her and Fain dove right into action.

She latched herself onto Jack's body like he was covered with super glue. Her kisses were hot, wanton things filled with undecided lust. She bit his neck, licked him, kissed his cheek softly, hard, bit his nose, kissed his mouth, everything. She acted as if she didn't know what to do with him.

Then she found his mouth for the eighth or ninth time and stuck with it. She moaned loudly and pushed her long, hot tongue through his teeth. Her eyes were alit with blue flames that flickered and flared with her movements.

Her legs were intertwined with his left thigh, well, more like wrapped around it. She was grinding her core against his leg, aching for attention and pleasure. Why was she so horny? Niaf had spent just under a minute with her and already she was a slobbering idiot!

"Like that ass, doncha, boyo? And all I had ta do was stick a finger...or four, in the right hole and she came around real nice. But I'm sure your magic wand right there can reach much farther than that, right?" Her smirk gave away that she had something planned.

Fain gave out a muffled cry and then impaled herself on Jack's cock. Jack noted that the scream currently running down his throat was causing his lungs to vibrate. He grabbed her bountiful ass and squeezed it hard. Fain rolled her hips on his cock, raking her nails down his back at the same time. She split his skin like it was tracing paper, and the pain almost made him yelp. But what she was doing to his cock made up for it entirely.

She literally bounced against him, dragging him through every ring of pleasure points there could possibly be. Fain withdrew from their kiss and howled, throwing her head back as a whip of black hair slapped against her back and stuck like glue.

"Master, harder! Please!"

"Aw, just do it for the poor girl, boyo. Look, she's begging you," sneered Niaf. Jack rammed himself into Fain's body and pulled back, repeating the process again. Fain screamed in pleasure and greedily smothered him in another kiss.

Her hips just wouldn't stop for anything. When Jack pulled, she yanked her body back to fight his will. She threw herself at him, her entire body and will. Jack hadn't seen even Elassa this demanding before.

Her breasts were crushed between them, and her erect nipples slid up and down as she banked her ass against him in a quick rhythm. A red flush had spread across her entire face, and even as she forced a kiss on him, Jack could see the flames of her eyes growing darker and darker. She broke away from the kiss and panted hard, still bucking against him.

"Master! Please cum! Please! I am begging you!" she roared, tears of liquid flames falling down her cheeks. One dropped onto Jack's collar bone and devoured his skin, causing the bone to bubble and melt. He screamed into her chest it hurt so badly.

But still, she didn't stop. She repeated her request a dozen times, and a dozen more again. Jack couldn't help but feel sorry for her. Wait. What was he saying? She was trying to eat him alive with tears of fire, and he was sorry for her?

"Fain, shut up!" he growled, kissing up her jaw line in an effort to calm her. How could he cum faster? Honestly, she was getting to noisy for his liking. She screamed again and he grabbed her by the jaw with one hand, turning her face to him. He slid his hand to the back of her hand and held her secure by gripping her hair. She stared at him with her eerie eyes until he crushed her into a demanding kiss. Her screams turning into moans and her hips moved even faster.

Jack watched Niaf out of the corner of his eyes. She was fingering herself, though not very hastily or enthusiastically. It was more like she was savoring the moment, with her bottom lip between her teeth.

Niaf fingers moved slowly, delicately stroking her inner pleasure points. Watching Jack being assaulted was just making her day. He wanted to go on a date? He wanted to leave his three succubi alone all night and force them to go yet another day without his wonderful cock ramming them? Fine. She'd just sit and wait for him to come with her. It would happen eventually.

On a bitter note, she was angry with him for not coming to her to ask for help with his little problem. All he did was whine about how he didn't like Anathane, or about how his life was so confusing! Ha! If he wanted confusing, then maybe she should give Fain blue contacts and make Jack guess which one of them was the real Fain.

Damn did she ever want Jack to fuck her. Really she could just wait until Fain was through, and then mount him and screw him until either he or she passed out. And the time where the latter was possible was soon approaching if the rate of Jack's bodily changes continued as they were. Already, he was beginning to show signs of his change.

He'd gotten much stronger in the past week than most body builders. Though he looked as if he had gained muscle mass, the reality of the fact was that his body's muscle tissue was nearly ten times what it would normally be. And though he ate the same, his succubi and the demon Anathane were able to supplement a fine diet of demonic energy to keep him from starving.

Honestly, he would be nothing without them. But, he was their master. And if Elassa hadn't overdone things from the start, Jack would be dead and they'd be out one real nice fuck for that reason. Damn ha kid had strated changing fast. With a slight moan, Niaf raked her nails across her favorite spot and bit down on her bottom lip.

She again reviewed the changes Jack's body had gone through so far. Besides muscle mass and his cardiovascular godliness, Jack was beginning to show signs of having that good old incubus aphrodisiac in his system. That girl he wanted to go out with, she wanted to fuck him. That much Niaf could surmise from Jack's smell.

With one look at Fain's second orgasm, and the blood going down the drain, Niaf knew that Jack's body was healing far faster than anything a normal man could muster. Splitting his skin was like getting a paper cut to him, as fast as his body could replace its torn tissues. People had referred to such an occurrence as hyper-regeneration or super healing.

She reached a high point in her masturbation and clamped her knees together as Jack started panting. Gods, that kid was too horny for his own good. Watching Fain ride him like a bull at a rodeo was really doing the twin in.

Fain started to scream for mercy, but Jack grabbed her again and she forced her scream all the way down his throat. Jack took it and returned it with one of his own, angry at her for not shutting up like he'd told her to. He could be pretty demanding when he wanted to be.

And after a minute more of their back and forth battle for supremacy, Fain finally got what she wanted. Jack, like he always did, gave her a few hard smacks with his hips as punishment for demanding his time, and then gave Fain all the cum he could in one load. A good thirty seconds went by before he released his grip from around her back and waist.

Niaf finished up and then left the shower as Fain collapsed to the floor and lay there, lifeless. The flame of her desire had been fed so much that her eyes were no long pits of blue fire, but black holes that devoured the light near them.

Jack leaned forward and put his legs under him. He watched Fain for a moment before shaking her worriedly.

"Fain, hey. Wake up," he said. Completely overloaded with pleasure, Fain remained unmoving. Her body was no longer turned on, so to speak. Jack picked her up and shook her like a ragdoll.

"Hey, don't worry kid," Niaf cooed, walking over to the distressed teen.

"But she's not breathing," Jack stated, brushing hair out of Fain's dark, empty eye sockets.

"She's fine. If you wanna get her up, then stick it back in her and see how long it takes for her to sing like a song bird...or screech like a crow in your case."

"She's okay?" Jack asked, hopeful.

"Yeah, she'll be fine," Niaf replied offhandedly, opening the shower door to leave. She could wait. Niaf had always prided herself of being one of the strongest-willed succubi in the Sanctuary of Deliverance. She could control herself around a man, even one like Jack.

But damnit did she have every fantasy imaginable when she looked at that ass of his. Gods, she wanted to cream on the floor right now, looking at that shapely thing as he stretched, admiring himself in the mirror.

Crap.

Fain strode over to him and he turned to her, erection bouncing. The succubus grabbed is ass and he jumped in surprise, making one of those weird boy noises. Fain could feel his hard cock pulsating against her stomach. He was so much taller than her, she realized, looking up at him through narrowed, sly eyes.




Cemetery Summons Ch. 10



"Need some help, big boy?" she offered, toying with his cockhead with her index finger.

"I'm not really horny, you know. You guys just assume I am. I don't understand why it won't go down anymore after just once. I mean, is it getting conditioned to sex or something?"

"No, it's just you boyo," Niaf replied cheekily, tracing his shaft as she turned to leave. She made sure to sway her hips and tease him with her big, round ass as she put one hand on the edge of the doorway and made a short pose for him, licking his precum off her fingers with one long, wet lick of her tongue. And then she was gone.

Jack, standing naked in his bathroom, watched as Niaf licked his cum off her fingertips and then disappeared from the doorway. God, that ass killed him. He was aroused again, and there was no lie in that. With a short sigh, he went back into the shower to finish the job with his hand. In the shower still lay Fain, her eyes nonexistent, replaced by the two yawning black holes of her eye sockets.

He sat down and let his head rest against the wall. Just like old times good buddy, Jack mused to himself as he cracked his knuckles. And then a hand gripped his cock, one that was not his own. He opened his eyes and Fain clapped a hand over his mouth, soon replacing it with her own mouth. She had several pauses in her kiss wherein she spoke to him.

"...so good...must have more...never sharing...you with her...never...never..." was all Jack managed to hear instead of catch in his mouth. Her hand started at a quick rhythm to get him back in the mood, which was not much of a problem because of Niaf's little show back there at the door.

"Back for seconds?" Jack teased. Fain simply smothered him as a response.

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The next morning it was strangely warm, so he went to school in shorts and a T-shirt, which wasn't exactly the best of ideas. Half way through the day, it had gone back down to forty or so degrees and Jack was left with a rather cold day to endure.

But, getting past that, he was glad to have gotten permission from all three of his succubi to go on this date. All he had to do was wait until she was done with practice. And she didn't seem to mind the cold hardly at all, in running shorts and gym shirt. Jack watched her go around the track again and again and again, like she could run forever.

Well, sometimes she slowed down to catch her breath or get some water, but damn it could she run! Jack waited on the bleachers until her practice was over, and the first thing Alina did when she was done was run up and pat him on the shoulder.

"Thanks...for waiting for me," she panted, wiping her nose. Jack stood up and they walked back down from the bleachers. Several of the track team members were cupping their mouths and whispering to each other. Jack felt like there was something Alina wasn't telling him.

"Hey Alina?"

"Yes?"

"Is there something I should know about, because I see a lot of people looking at me like I'm doing something really brave or really stupid...which can be the same thing sometimes." Alina looked embarrassed when he finished, and she scratched the back of her head nervously as she thought up an answer.

"Well," she began. "It's very difficult to explain. You see, the last boy I went on a date with sort of tried to...well, he um..." she struggled to find the words to explain it. Jack waited, and he waited so long that by the time she had thought of what to actually say, they were getting into Jack's car.

"So...?" Jack said, hoping to get something out of her.

"He tried to force himself on me, and I disabled him for six weeks," she said, turning as red as a rose in full bloom. Jack's eyes went wide.

"You're the person who laid Joseph up with that broken leg and foot? Not some six and a half foot monster at a bar? Oh God," Jack said. How had this girl, who was always so nice to everyone she met, broken some guy's foot and leg in the course of one night?

"I'm so sorry. He just...and I was so scared that he...please don't think less of me for it," she said, almost as if she were about to cry. Jack laughed and started up his car.

"Think less of you? Hell, I should thank you. That guy's such a spoiled brat because his parents are loaded. You did everyone a favor," Jack said, pulling out of the school lot. The rest of the drive was idle chatter about virtually nothing.

They got their ice cream and sat down at one of the tables. Alina had ordered a hot fudge Sunday and gotten extra everything on it. The thing had like eight cherries on it and tons of sprinkles and enough chocolate to put in one of those commercials for the fudge melter whatever the fuck it was called.

Jack on the other hand, had gotten what he always did, a cone with a massive chocolate tower on top of it. In terms of scoops, it would have been something like seven or eight. He greedily ate his to keep it from melting on him, and glanced over at Alina every now and then as he licked the melting chocolate off his hand.

"So," she asked with a slight pause. "How did you come by that scar on your arm?" She directed her empty spoon to the gash of pink scar tissue that ran up the outside of his forearm. He ate another chunk of ice cream off his cone and then turned his arm over to see what she was talking about.

That was the scar from the night he had first met Elassa. And he thought sourly about the ones on her back that had been unnecessarily given to him courtesy of her nails. He frowned for a moment, and then decided that it was alright to tell her about it.

"Well, I was at this party, and when the police arrived due to a noise complaint and a tip that there were several minors in possession of drugs and alcohol...everyone scattered. I was unfortunate enough to land on a pole and then have to hide in a cemetery for a while. I thought my arm wasn't going to make it until I got home," Jack answered.

"Oh, so you were the one swearing and cursing the entire time you ran?" It had never occurred to him that she might have been at the party, let alone seen him there. Quite frankly, he was surprised. And he would have asked her about it had his ice cream not been looking like the Leaning Tower of Pisa at the moments. He pushed it back into place with his tongue.

"That was probably me," Jack stated finally after he'd gotten his diminished ice cream cone back in order.

"So it was you that helped me over the fence. My God, I never would have been able to get over if you hadn't have thrown me like that," she said, let out a deep breath. Jack blinked in surprise.

"That was you?" Alright, this was weird. He'd grabbed her ass and pushed her up and out of the way to save his own skin at the Halloween party...and she was thanking him for grabbing her?

"Well, even though you left me high and dry after you hit the ground too, I still wanted to thank you for that. If my parents had found me in jail, I might not be here talking with you right now." Oddly enough, she sounded rather serious behind her façade.

Jack ate his ice cream for a while longer before he found it manageable without his constant attention and they started talking about school and it eventually got all the way to how plane rides sucked and then somehow to afterschool activities. This was an area that Jack wasn't particularly able to share openly with others.

"So, I suppose you know what I do after school every day. I've been wondering; what is it that you do at home? You don't sit around and do nothing, I can tell that much," she explained. Oh you have no idea what goes on under my roof, Jack thought to himself.

"Well, I have a part-time job at this French restaurant, but my boss is an asshole and everything there is generally a little to fancy for my taste. But, on a good night I get a lot of cash, so I can live with it well enough." Which reminded him. "I have work later today, so I can't really make plans after this," he said. Even though she looked somewhat disappointed, Alina shrugged.

"Well then how about tomorrow I meet you there for dinner? You get a break, don't you?" she questioned. Jack shrugged.

"Well, I'll see if it's okay. What time do you want me to beg my boss for some time off?"

"Whenever I get there," she replied, finished her Sunday quickly. Jack drove her home, then got gas and went back to his place to get dressed for work. He opened the front door and inside was Elassa running her hand through her silky white hair, murmuring worriedly to herself. Jack set his backpack down at the door and hurried over to her.

"What's wrong? What happened?" She turned to him and bit her bottom lip.

"Your friend came over and his demon followed him here, and now she...well, go look for yourself." Jack left her and ran to his bedroom where he found Anthony with hands tied up by an arrow-tipped tail connected to a blue-skinned demon. She sat on his face and stroked her enormous, dripping cock leisurely as Anthony unwillingly ate her out. Her other hand idly pleased Anthony's arousal, and it seemed that he'd already had at least one orgasm already due to the thick stream of white goo running down Kan's fingers.

She inclined her head toward Jack and smiled, revealing her fanged teeth. Her dark blue horns looked even more menacing as the light glinted off them.

"Hello again, sexy man. I never did get to thank you for setting all this in motion. I just love my master so much. He knows how to really treat a woman in bed."

"If he's your master, then why are you raping him every time I see you two together?" Jack countered as he stripped down and Fain staggered over to him with his cleaned and pressed clothes in hand. Jack caught her as she collapsed into his arms.

"Master. I managed to get up today and clean these for you. I don't think that I will be able to move much longer today," she said. Jack felt a little sorry for her. She'd ridden him to the point of exhausting herself entirely, and then wanted him to keep going even though she couldn't move with him. At that point, it wouldn't have really been sex. She would have just been a doll and things would have gotten awkward.

"Thanks Fain. You can go back to bed on the couch if you want to. And Kan, go back to Anthony's place! It's not like my house is any bigger than his basement," the teen barked. Kan threw her head back and laughed, leaning forward to run her tongue along Anthony's cockhead.

"And if I were to say no?"

"Then us four...three, would have to throw you and your master out. And you still haven't answered my question, demon."

"Oh, my master loves being a submissive little boy. Look how happily he's eating me out. Nice master, good master. Don't stop just yet," she teased in a demeaning manner. Jack shook his head and turned around, but stopped suddenly for a final warning.

"Kan, if you jizz on my bed, or anywhere in my house besides the shower for that matter, I'll make damn sure that you won't live to see another red sun in hell, got it? I might not be able to control her, but damn it I can get Anathane to do anything I want her to," he snapped. Kan looked disappointed, but told Jack that she'd be careful enough. Still not convinced, Jack had no other choice other than to get going.

He bid his three succubi farewell for the night with a kiss for each of them, and then left.

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Jack was awoken before his alarm clock went off that morning. Groggily, he opened his eyes and saw two faces above him. Elassa smiled brightly at him, twirling a bit of her white hair around her index finger. Fain looked better than she had earlier, but a little worried. Jack sat up and wiped his eyes of sleep. He looked at his clock and groaned as he read the twelve thirty six blaring at him in digital red numbers.

"Master, there is something that requires your immediate attention in the next room," said Elassa, lowering herself down just enough to let her large bust push against his chest. He was immediately awake and alert after that. His first succubus slipped an arm behind his back and lifted him into an upright position.

What could be wrong in the living room? Was Kan back this early to have her way with Anthony in his house? Why in the hell would she even need to be here for that? Jack's head was swimming as he got to his feet and shuffled over to the door, awake but lightheaded. He leaned on the doorframe and swung himself into the living room.

On the couch lay Niaf, in the throes of some dream. She moaned softly in her sleep, bright blue wings wrapped around her midsection like protective sheets. She moaned a name, and Jack leaned over her to hear better. She moaned a little louder, and Jack heard the name very clearly. 

It was Fain.

"She's not moaning my name you guys. She's moaning Fain's."

"Mnnn...Fain, that's...share him now...it's not everyday that a cock like that...shows up and smacks you right in the face," she snickered haughtily. Jack put his elbows on the arm of the couch and listened in as she went rambling on about him and Fain and a certain few parts of their anatomies.

"She's going into a severe relapse," said Fain, brushing her long black hair with one hand.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"She is dying, in a sense. Ever since you summoned her, she's gotten the least amount of attention from you because of her stubbornness. And now, she's going to dematerialize back to the Sanctuary of Deliverance if you don't feed her. She had only about a day left until she is too weak to remain her."

"Then why didn't she tell me?!" Jack growled, reaching for Niaf's neck. Goddamnit, if she had told him something, he would have fed her earlier. Jesus, these three could be so fucking stupid sometimes.

"She wanted you to come to her. She didn't want to beg you like I did. She's stubborn like that, even more so than Elassa," Fain commented as she returned to Jack's bedroom. The teen looked at the only other conscious occupant in the living room, and she winked at him.

"Be gentle, baby." She closed the door behind her. "Oh Fain, moma has more milk for you if you can make me cum before the sun rises..." Jack wished he hadn't heard that part. He was as hard as a rock in no time after thinking about that.

Well, now is as good a time as any, he thought. Walking around to the front of the couch, he saw that the moon was only half full, but the light from it was brighter than usual. With a sigh, he found that looking at Niaf had this cheesy, Hollywood sense to it.

She lay on the couch, naked body splayed across its bulk. Moonlight lit her pale skin with an eerie glow. She looked like an angel at rest, her black hair covering her beautiful, lustful, and strong blue eyes. It was like the perfect scene in the aftermath of some fantastic orgy, such a carnal woman so quiet and tame.

Jack knelt down and shook gently and she awoke with a start. Her wings unfurled from around her naked body to reveal her slim and curvy torso to Jack's greedy eyes. She opened her blue eyes and the moon's half face reflected from her full cobalt orbs. She stared at him for a while before he saw a grin split her face in two.

"I knew you'd come after all, Jack," she said hoarsely. After clearing her throat, she sat up and wrapped her arms around his neck delicately. Jack smiled at her.

"C'mon. I bet a couch isn't the place you want to do it. Go start up my car for me," he ordered. Fain's brow knitted tightly.

"Your car? What, do you plan on taking me to a motel? I'm a classy girl ya know," she scolded. Jack kissed her on the forehead and retrieved a pair of fresh jeans and boxers from his room. He only just managed to get out before he was too tempted to join his succubi on the bed. He zipped up his jeans and hurried out to his car, which was, as instructed, up and running. He hopped into the driver's seat and pulled out of the parking lot. Niaf was more than a little confused, and a little horny too.

"Hey, don't worry," Jack assured. "You'll like it," he promised quickly, gunning it down the straight line of black asphalt that ran all the way out of town. Niaf waited quietly while Jack drove through every red light in their way, one hand behind his seat like he was cruising leisurely around the park. Niaf realized that not many people were out here at night.

And Jack took them farther than she thought he would...much farther. They were in the middle of some forest by the time he stopped and got out. She followed him as he looked at a sign indicating where camp grounds, the local docks, and everything of that nature was. He read something to himself and then grabbed her hand, pulling her with him as he ran down one of the dirt hiking paths.

It was a good ten minutes before he stopped and Niaf was by now almost angry and ready to go home. She grabbed him by the shoulder and spun him around, and Jack snatched her up in his arms. He hoisted her up so that her head was just higher than his. She looked down at him, annoyed.

"Where the hell are we? You brought me out to the middle of nowhere at one in the morning to have sex. You'd better have chosen the middle of the fucking French countryside for keeping me waiting this long."

"Well, if you don't like the scenery, then just focus on me," Jack quipped, embracing his succubus with a deep, longing kiss. Niaf's words melted into his mouth and she scratched at his arms to hold him tighter. Jack dropped to his knees and put one arm on the grass. He then slowly lowered her to the cool grass beneath them.

Her extremely long tongue wrapped around everything it could and held Jack's mouth in a vice-like grip. He couldn't have ended the kiss even if he had wanted to. And he didn't. Too stubborn to ask him for a fuck? He was her master. She should have come to him for any and every need she had.

Jack unzipped his jeans and pushed his throbbing erecting past his boxers. He slid his shaft along her pussy. She gazed at him like he was holding a flame under her head and threatening to burn all her hair off. With a conceited smirk, he aligned their hips and slid his hands down her hourglass form. He grabbed her ass and then plunged into her.

She yelped, and then that was followed up with a deep, satisfied purr. Jack scooted her body forward and sheathed himself into her body again and again. This wasn't like it was with Fain, where she had controlled everything and he had let her fuck him until she was content. No, this time he had dominance, and he wasn't giving it up for anything.

Niaf however, looked entirely willing to give him what he wanted as she jerked her pelvis back and forth to grind against his arousal.

"Best fuck I ever had," she mumbled as their kiss slowly broke apart. Jack took the new control of his own mouth to kiss her neck. He placed one sloppy, wet kiss beneath her jaw and she leaned her head away from him to give him more room. He grabbed her hips more tightly.

"You know," he said as he kissed her neck again, right on her almost nonexistent adam's apple. "Your skin is so smooth and soft." He trailed his tongue up her neck and along the bottom of her jaw before capturing her in another kiss like before. She yanked him forward with her legs, tightly wound around his hips. Her hands fell to rest at his neck.

She leaned into it, eagerly grinding her lips against his as if her very existence depended on it. Her black, leathery wings squirmed out from beneath her and she wrapped them around her lover. Jack felt the carpet of flesh upon his shoulders, and welcomed it. He briefly wondered whether or not he could get Niaf to beg him for more, to make up for her silence thus far about needing to be fed. A sly grin formed in his mind's eye.

"What're you doing?!" Niaf exclaimed as Jack pulled out and flipped her over onto her stomach. She groped around for something to grab hold of, but the only constant solid near her was Jack's body, that and the ground. Jack pulled her so that her backside was up in the air and her knees were planted firmly on the grass. Jack forced her head against the ground with one hand as he ran the other up her spinal column. He rubbed his cock against her ass, eliciting a long, husky moan from her bruised lips.




Cemetery Summons Ch. 10



"You're gonna have to beg me. And I don't want any half-assed comments. I want begging, pleading even. You're going to have to make up for the fact that you kept me in the dark all this time." Jack felt a malicious grin beginning to form as Niaf's entire body quivered with anticipation.

"You think...ah! That you can push me around? You wanna see just how long I can wait?" she retorted, grinning confidently. Jack teased her pussy with his fingers.

"Oh, I think that I can get you to cum around eventually. Even if I have to throw you into the river and do you there," he said offhandedly. Niaf looked back, and her expression turned to one of horror when she saw that there indeed was a river nearby. She turned her gaze to meet Jack's and then smirked.

"You think you can?"

"Of course," Jack purred in reply, grabbing the base of each one of her wings. He hauled her up off the ground, and she thrashed about wildly, clawing at his sides. Jack thought it was priceless the way she was whining and squealing for him to let her down. But, she'd asked for it after all. There was no way around that.

Jack carried her over to the river, which was about ten or so feet wide and waist deep. He gave her one last chance to beg him, but she vehemently refused him with a heel to the jaw. Jack shrugged and tossed her in. She splashed into the water with an anguished cry, and got to her feet as the slow current was diverted around her. She snarled at him, eyes alight with ghastly flames.

"You dare to throw me into water like a common mutt?"

"Well, we'll both be dogs then," Jack said as he waded into the icy water. Immediately, goosebumps ran up his entire body and his breath hitched. But one look at his succubus, her pert, erect nipples and heaving breath made his arousal double once more. He took a deep breath and managed to get to her before he had lost his arousal. He grabbed her by the waist and forced their hips together.

Jack put their foreheads together and felt her warmth against his skin. Her mouth opened slightly in astonishment. He was like a pale god in the moonlight. Niaf had only seen a man like this with Nyx, one of the most ancient and beautiful succubi there had ever been. Her entire body flushed with warmth as she remembered her encounter with the god she'd fucked.

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"So, Nyx, how is it that you became a primordial god in the eyes of these...whadda they call themselves? Greeks?" Niaf stuck a finger in her ear and scratched at an itch that was beginning to bother her. Damn it if this was Fain trying to get back out, she would scream.

Nyx inclined her head back with a gentle smile that Niaf had to look away from to keep from getting any hornier.

"They mistook my wings for a shroud of darkness, and having a black soul flame made me appear to be a goddess of night. They really are a bright, warring people...but their judgment of what are and are not gods is impaired. Anything not human is godly to them." Her voice was angelic, so perfect and full.

"So, they took one look at ya and decided ta make ya a god. Damned lucky. You get all the men you could ever ask for at a whim."

"On the contrary. If I ask for a man, they take days to honor me before giving me a virgin of nine years who has no idea what he's doing. Gods, I wish they would give me just one man who can please me," she said, rubbing her aching core.

Niaf had no idea why the woman didn't just troll around the countryside for some strong, tasty farm boy. Gods, she could have gotten any man she wanted with that kind of figure. Her body was shaped like an hourglass, curvy and thick-hipped. She possessed breasts just smaller than her head, and her creamy peach robes barely contained them as she walked.

Her wings were enormous, even for first generation standards. She could easily wrap just one of them around her entire body and have room to squirm. Her hair was fiery red, in stark contrast with her deep gray skin. In fact, her skin was almost charcoal black, but not even close to the dark pits that were her eyes. Oh, she was gorgeous. Niaf would have killed thousands to get a figure and body like hers.

Niaf looked around and watched the villagers of the hovel called Sparta flee before them. Niaf licked her lips. There were more than enough big, strong men to have some fun with here. She'd have to come back in a century and let their grandchildren ripen up. What they said could be true: great men breed greater children.

Nyx strode calmly through the dirt street, her eyes scanning the area for a suitable mate for the night. Her robe was already soaked where she had been rubbing herself for the past hour getting here. She looked hungry, very hungry.

But presently, she stopped. There was a man coming toward her, a large, young man wearing a large, golden medallion with a spiraled black stripe on its surface. The man called out to her, and she continued walking, directed toward him this time. Niaf followed the succubus, intrigued. Who could have been so daring as to call out the name of such a powerful succubus of the first generation?

The man drew near, and then dropped to his knees as he reached Nyx's feet. He hugged her tightly around the waist, burying his facing into her stomach. He began crying profusely. Niaf expected some sort of angry reaction from Nyx, but was surprised to find that the woman simply laid a hand on the man's head, smiling ever so faintly.

"My son, Hypnos, what troubles you so?" she asked in a soft, sweet voice.

"Zeus seeks to slay me mother! Please protect me! Mother!" He cried, holding her even more tightly. Now, even though he was the son of a succubus, Hypnos was no incubus. He was something else entirely. Niaf didn't know what in the hell Nyx had screwed to make him, or any of his eight or so siblings, but they had come out gods. Real gods instead of proper succubi and incubi. That was something she'd take to the grave, no doubt about it.

"Zeus? Why does the pantheon god have something against you?" There was a sense of annoyance to her voice that made Niaf stay entirely silent.

"At the command of his wife Hera, I put him to sleep so that she might cause misfortune to his son, Herakles. But when he awoke, he flew into a mad tirade and said he was to slay me and throw me into the sea. Please mother, I beg you to save me," he said, gripping her robe ever more tightly.

Nyx's anger became apparent.

"So the pantheon dog believes his bite can rear his whimper?" she spat, furious. Her tone suddenly changed when she regarded Hypnos, to such a sweet and wonderful melody. "Tell me, my son, where is he now?"

"He is here," Hypnos replied. Nyx looked up to see a man in thin white robes and golden sandals stalking toward them. A great silver beard hung from his squared jaw. This was Zeus, this built old man with steely grey eyes and a harsh frown set upon his face. He stopped no more than ten paces from Hypnos and his mother, glaring.

"Father!" cried out another man, this one clothed only in waist tabard and plumed helm. He was muscled so finely that his body looked to be chiseled from marble. A hoplon was gripped in his left hand. "Father, do not test the fury of the ancient ones!"

"Ares, do not think to order me. I thought you not able to bear the shame of returning to Greece after your affair with Aphrodite." The barbed comment look like it had bitten the younger god deeply. But Ares persisted.

"Father, there are many things borne of Chaos that I would gladly do battle with. But Nyx is not one of them. She is ancient. Father, reconsider your grudge and fury. The ancient ones are not to be trifled with, especially not scornful-"

"Hold your tongue, Ares," Nyx said sweetly, a smile upon her lips. The god of bloodlust and battle went entirely silent. He barely breathed.

"Nyx, your son has wronged me greatly," Zeus announced. Hypnos didn't move.

"Then why do you not take up arms against your wife, who ordered my son to do such a thing?"

"Because he wronged me. Hera di-"

"And so you seek to wrong me in turn? Zeus, return to Olympus, make love to your wife, or whomever you so choose to be your lover tonight. Remember how fragile your very existence is. Your place is not one so high that you might wrong me fairly. If you so harm a single hair on Hypnos' body, your fellows, your children, your lovers, your worshipers, and your very life will come to an abrupt demise. Now begone, pantheon dog."

Zeus fumed, but his rage subsided momentarily and he left. Nyx waited for him to leave before turning her attention to Ares, who stood stone still, frozen in fear of what was to come. Nyx stretched out a wing to his cheek and stroked it very gently, caressing him as she would one of her own spawn.

"Poor child. I am sorry that you were here to see that, and I thank you for trying to dissuade him. As thanks, this village will worship you, and only you. Sparta, and the Spartans, shall forever be devoted to Ares. And in celebration of this wonderful event, I have brought with me a bedmate for you." 

Nyx motioned for Niaf to step forward, which the succubus eagerly did. Ares eyed her warily, and she removed his helm to reveal a handsome face complimented by dark brown hair and deep blue eyes. The full moon shone so that Ares looked like a pale god.

"Will you have me?" asked Niaf shyly, teasing him. Ares nodded slowly.

"Gladly."

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Niaf came out of reverie feeling better than she had in a long time. She stretched her wings out as far as they could, and yawned noisily. She scratched her navel absentmindedly as she regained her bearings. She realized that Jack was carrying her up the stairs to his apartment, his footsteps heavy, angry.

He unlocked his door and stepped in, where Niaf saw the look on his face. He wore an angry frown and tears welled up in his eyes. What, had she suddenly fallen asleep and left him high and dry? If that was the case, then he was a big baby.

"What's wrong kiddo? Did I let ya down to easy?" she teased. Jack tossed her onto the floor and continued to his door. Niaf cursed at him, and then he stopped. He was trembling like he was about to kill someone in cold blood.

"Moan someone else's name when you cum? That's the last time I do anything special for you," he growled as he slammed the door in his wake. Niaf blinked in confusion and then touched a hand to her breast.

"Ares...oh, Jack, you look like him! C'mon! It was an honest mistake!" she said. Fain appeared before her with a wicked grin on her face.

"I know they share striking resemblance to each other in many ways, but that was pathetic. Master is very angry with you, Niaf."

"Shut up, bitch," Niaf growled as she stared at the cracked bedroom door.



Cemetery Summons Ch. 11



The next ten days went horribly. Mr. Jacobi was especially angry at the class and Jack was loaded down with homework that would last him the next month. Science sucked; more homework. Last weekend had been full of warring over pointless crap. And gym had ended today with Cyrindil backhanding him across the face and crying. Well, the fact that Jack's last two dates with Alina were canceled due to a few favors that she needed to repay wasn't as bad. They could go out some other time, and she was already going to hang out with him today anyway.

He was already in deep with four women, and Alina would make five if she decided she wanted to be his girlfriend. The strange thing about it was that while Jack had three women at home and one in another dimension, he still wanted to go out with Alina. He had enough of his plate at the moment. Why did he want to pile more on?

He'd have to ask Elassa when he got home. And when he unlocked the door to his apartment and went it, he dropped his stuff on the floor and went immediately to his room. Inside, he found Elassa holding Niaf's arm behind her back and pinning the blue-eyed succubus against the wall.

"You wanna say that again?" she snarled, baring her long fangs.

"Oh hell yeah. Master fucked me so hard last night, I nearly passed out. Moaning someone else's name was the least of my problems. I thought I was gonna melt," she snickered, pushing her fingers against her ass.

"Wait 'til he gets home, Niaf. You just wait."

"I can't take this. Not today guys. Straighten out, now," Jack growled. Elassa smirked.

"Oh, now you're getting it," she said.

"Oh yeah, fuck ya, cunt!" Niaf retorted, ramming her foot into Elassa's knee. Both succubi fell to the floor and began fighting, pulling each other's hair and punching and kicking and screaming. Jack turned back around and slammed the door in his wake. He grabbed his backpack and heard something flop against the ground.

He saw that the door had split in half and had fallen to the floor.

"Fuck!" he thundered. "Anathane, fucking get me out of here," he whined, a lump forming in his throat. The ground came out from under him and he fell into a cold void. Not long afterward, the ground rose to meet him and he fell face first against whatever floor had put itself in front of him. His backpack hit him and he got to his knees, angrier than ever.

He grabbed his backpack and tossed it as far as he possibly could. He suddenly realized that this was not such a good idea, seeing as whatever room he was in stretched on for as far as he could see, and every wall was red lined with gold. His backpack flopped to the ground almost thirty feet away, and split open at the seams.

He let out a silent scream and curled up on his knees, letting his forehead touch the warm floor. He put his hands behind his head and shut his eyes.

"You have to be fucking kidding me. Anathane, where the fuck are you?"

"Jack? Oh no, you hit your head!" Anathane's copper hands were suddenly bringing Jack upright and her worried eyes scanning his face for physical punishment. Jack grabbed her and hugged her tightly. He buried his face into the crook of her neck and breathed heavily, trying to push down the lump in his throat.

"I've had the worst day, Anathane," Jack moaned into her tanned skin. Anathane wrapped him up in her arms very gently and lifted him off the floor.

"It's alright, Jack. Just sit still and I'll start a bath for you," she cooed in a motherly tone. She set Jack down on the floor next to his backpack and picked up one of his books. It was his literature book. She flipped it open and began reading it curiously, looking at Jack's barely-started homework assignment. Jack tried to control himself. Why did he have to cry? Why couldn't he just get over it all? Fuck.

"You have a lot to do in two nights, Jack."

"No shit, I was completely unaware that I had six plays and summaries to read by the end of the week. And I was ignorant of the fact that I have to summarize four shot stories by Monday! Fucking hell," he cried. Anathane looked down at him with pity.

"If you'd like I can do all that for you." Jack's eyes opened.

"You what?"

"I can do the summaries for you. I can do other things for you as well," she offered, closing the literature book. Jack glanced at her from the ground, and then grabbed his science book out of the pile of books lying next to his torn backpack.

"You any good at science?" Jack asked, blinking away tears. Another Anathane appeared on her knees next to him and snatched the thick book away, a grin on her face. 

"Does the Krebs Cycle take place in the Mitochondrion?" she replied cheekily. Jack let out a long sigh and soon the pile of books was dispersed between five of Anathane's copies. The 'original' Anathane stood before him, smiling.

"Would you like a bath?"

"Are you sure that's safe? I mean, the only liquids that you've ever shown me either burn me of electrocute me," he said suspiciously. The floor suddenly turned wet and Jack fell into a body of water the size of an Olympic swimming poll. He felt something push him up above the surface and he coughed as water went down his throat. Anathane still stood, unfazed by the sudden change of the state of matter.

"I'm fairly sure it's safe enough for you, incomplete boy," she chided.

"Are you trying to drown me on purpose?" Jack continued coughing until everything was out of his system, and then groaned. "Great, now everything I have on his soaking wet. Great job." The water rose suddenly and collected beneath his shirt. The button on his jeans came undone and his arms were behind raised.

He resisted, but soon realized that this was Anathane's weird way of undressing him. His shirt came off, followed by his shoes and his socks and his pants. And then his boxers came off, leaving him naked. He was released back into the pool and splashed noisily to stay afloat this time. He realized that he could stand, and did so. He wiped his face of water, feeling silly.

"Do you feel comfortable? Or would you like the water to be warmer?" Anathane asked as if she were a hostess in an expensive resort hotel or something. Jack frowned.

"At least warn me when you're about to drop me."

"I'll take that as a warmer." The water was instantly warmer and Jack sat back down. The bottom of the pool warped and the edge drew up to his back. He found it a little unnerving that she had complete control over every little aspect of this place. But then again, it was her body after all.

"Uh...well, thanks? I uh...this is really weird."

"Just relax and enjoy it, Jack." Anathane appeared in his lap and let her head rest against his shoulder. Jack let his head fall back onto something soft and pliable. He reached back and found that it was smooth. Turning his head, he watched one of Anathane's copies with his English book smiling down at him.

"Is momma's tummy comfy?" she asked in an innocent, carefree sort of way. Jack just let his head rest against the improvised pillow. He snaked his arms around Anathane's waist and sighed. She adjusted herself in his lap and Jack wished she hadn't. His cock rose faster that he would have thought possible and when she slid forward, it rubbed against her pussy. A soft sigh parted her lips and she closed her eyes.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing really. I've just had a bad day and I wanted to get away from it all. You ever have those kinds of...well, you probably don't. You do have thousands of people waiting on you hand and foot if you get into a pissy mood."

"Oh, honey, I have those days all the time. Ever since you came to me ragged and broken, I have had years so horrible that I cannot seem to bear them. I have hundreds of fallen angels at my beck and call, and not one of them will fill the void that you have left in my soul."

"Years...that's right. Time passes much faster here in hell. It's been years down here?"

"It's been ten long years since I last saw you. Hearing you call my name was like hearing the screaming of a thousand tortured souls, so wonderful. I trembled when you fell to me, Jack, trembled with the thought of seeing you again. So, as we sit here; what troubles you?" She sat contently in his lap, teal hair floating on the water's surface.

Jack leaned up and put his lips to her neck. Her entire body quivered at his touch, and he kissed her. A low moan escaped her parted lips. She slipped up and down against his engorged cock. Jack smiled and let his head rest on her shoulder. He played with her little adam's apple.

"Well, nothing troubles me really. Today was just the culmination of a bad two weeks. I'm sorry I haven't seen you in such a long time. But, you know, when all you do when you see me is rape me, it kind of puts me off." Jack watched as Anathane's eyes focused on his.

"You have no idea how much self control I am exerting to keep myself in check. Were it not for the fact that splashing around would get your work wet, I would have strapped you down and begun already," she warned. "This is not water you rest in, Jack, this is what you have done to me for the past ten years."

"It's..."

"Yes, this came out of me. Every thought, every time I touch myself in vain, every little peek through the eyes of one of your succubi...this is the result of them. I yearn for you, Jack. I have a yawning hole that needs you so badly I can barely stand it." She clutched his hand tightly.

"What wrong?"

"I want you to tell me what you tell them," she said, nibbling at his neck.

"And what's that?" asked the teen, confused.

"I love you."

"But I've only said that to six people in my entire life."

"I want to be the seventh."

"Why?" She squeezed his hand tighter.

"So I can believe that ten years of my love were not wasted," she replied, barely above a whisper. Jack smiled.

"I love you, Anathane."

The entire room turned white and all Jack heard was a satisfied sigh.

When the blinding white light subsided, Anathane rubbed Jack's thigh gingerly and smiled warmly. She rose out of the water, if that was what you could call it, and stretched her body like she had just taken a long nap. A pair of hands clasped themselves over Jack's eyes and he waited, the smell of Anathane's arousal apparent everywhere.

Saying that he loved her had made her cum? Jack felt a little guilty for having neglected her for so long. In real time, it had been about ten days. Here, she'd waited ten years to see him just once and she had yet to try screwing him like she usually did.

Jack stood up and pressed his front to her back. He slowly stuck his cock between her thighs and then put his hands on her shoulders, feeling the warmth of her raw, naked body. Anathane shivered with anticipation and Jack began to massage her neck, very slowly and elegantly. She raised her chin and leaned forward. A slab of green rose from the water in front of her and she leaned against it. The thing began to tilt like the back end of a dentist's chair, and Jack realized what she was doing.

She planned to lie upon it while he gave her a massage. He shrugged, and moved to her shoulders as the slab tilted enough for her to lie upon it without sliding off. Jack adjusted his position and straddled her thighs, pushing his thumbs between her shoulder blades. She arched her back, but Jack pushed her down with care.

"If you lean up, your muscles won't relax properly. Trust me; I worked in a massage parlor for two years for some big bucks. I know what I'm doing." With a grin, he moved back up to her neck now that she wasn't using its muscles. He kneaded and pressed with his fingers, trying to find an especially tense point he could smooth out.

She formed the green slab of...well, herself, into what looked very much like a massage table. She accommodated for the fact that he was on the table too by making it wider than it needed to be. Her finger clasped the sides of the artificial table as he moved back to her shoulders.

Jack furrowed his brow and paused.

"Is there a problem?" she inquired.

"You've never had a massage before, have you?"

"No..."

"Your shoulders are as hard as rocks. How in the hell do you sit around with this crap all day? Are you not in pain with all this stiffness?"

"The only time I am in pain is when you're not with me, Ja~ oh, there incomp- Jack!" she cried. Jack pinched her trapezius especially hard and began to roll it between his fingers. She groaned with agonizing pleasure. Jack moved up and down the overworked muscle and Anathane's knuckles turned white. Two bony nubs broke the skin of her shoulder blade and a tail erupted from her tailbone.

"Is this turning you on?" Jack flirted, pressing his thumbs on the nubs that would be her wings soon. Her tail strangled his waist and she flexed her legs down to her toes. Jack decided that it would be best to try this without having to dodge her wings, and left the bony spikes on her back alone, instead beginning with her deltoid muscles. Again, they were as hard as rocks and he needed especially hard pressing and squeezing to get them relaxed and content.

He moved to her back, and found that her vertebrae needed some popping. So, finding her spinal column, he began to systematically pop each and every link in her back. On the eighth one, he pushed a little too hard and dislocated the bone. When that happened, Anathane's fingers tore great wounds into the green slab and it wept noxious blue blood.

"Honey, keep going. Nothing short of stealing my soul is gonna hurt me. Gods, that was a nice feeling. Where'd ngh! A kid like you learn this kinda stuff?" she managed to say through Jack's manipulation of her spinal column. The teen reached her lower back and used his elbow in place of his fingers where it was taut down there.

"I already told you. I worked two years as a masseuse, and I was damn good at it too. Too bad my family didn't get to see me in action. My granddad woulda had a fit if he saw me touching all those gorgeous women like that." Jack found a spot that made her toes curl, and her tail thrashed about even as it tethered him.

"Your family? Why'd you never massage them like this?" Anathane questioned. Jack began using his hands again to find specific spots to relieve. He sighed.

"They died in a car wreck thirteen years ago. I'd rather not talk about this right now, okay? Can you ask another question?"

"What did your mother look like?"

"No."

"How about your grandfather?"

"Knock it off."

"How about your father?"

"Anathane..."

"Or your sister?"

"Goddamnit! Stop!" Jack yelled. He punched her in the back of the head so hard it drew blood. Wings grew from the two stubs on her shoulders and horns from her head. She sighed deeply, and then arched her back. She propped herself up on her elbows and looked back. Jack's hands were on her lower back, his arms propping him up as he squeezed his eyes shut.

He wouldn't cry. He hadn't cried even once about this. He wouldn't start now. Not now. It was thirteen years ago. He wasn't about to cry. He wasn't about to cry. 

Anathane warped into the table and flipped over. She sat up and folded her wings around Jack's body as he held his breath to keep from crying. He wasn't about to cry. He wasn't about to cry.

"It's okay Jack. Momma's got you now."

He was about to cry.

Jack grabbed Anathane as tightly as he possibly could and began to weep openly into the crook of her neck. He hugged her for dear life, locking his strong arms around her so that she couldn't wriggle at all. Anathane stroked his hair soothingly, shushing him as a mother would a crying child.

Anathane glanced around at the others, more parts of her mind split into pieces. The five stared at Jack with mixtures of sorrow and pity. One of them, her most extreme emotions, was crying for him.

"Is he alright?"

"Shhh Jack, everything will be okay. Don't cry. Take deep breaths, deep breaths honey. Yes, he'll be fine soon. He wouldn't let himself cry over this, that much I can see."

"What happened?"

"His family died."

"That's so sad. I think I might cry."

"But he's so young. He's got to have somebody..."

"He lived alone until Elassa, Niaf, and Fain showed up. I don't know how he didn't cry himself to sleep every night."

"We never did."

"We are not human. We didn't have a family either."

"What about the other demons? We've lost thousands, if not tens of thousands of them. Are we not more shaken that he?"

"We are not human. Remember that."

"But-"

"Jack is Jack, and if he cries, then I have no right to judge him based on my own would-be actions. Jack is not Anathane. Only Anathane is Anathane."

"Then what are we?"

"Gone, now that you have completed the work Jack gave you." Anathane's consciousness swelled again as she refitted her entire emotional and physical bank back into place. With a sigh, she continued to pet Jack's head.

The poor child. Why hadn't he told her about this sooner? Was he ashamed of not having a family. Or was he jealous of her having such an infinitely large one? Was he trying to forget that they had ever existed? Or was it something else, something deeper and more brooding?

The demon cradled Jack's head in one large, copper hand and began squeezing him rhythmically to control his erratic breathing. She squeezed him, and he exhaled. She relaxed her arm and he inhaled. She continued this process for a while, getting slower and slower until Jack was at last calm enough to speak with.

When she tilted his chin up with her finger, she saw that his eyes were bloodshot and his lips quivered. She placed a loving kiss upon his forehead and hugged him ever so tenderly. His arms relaxed their grip on her and fell to her waist. She fought back the torrent of lustful want that suddenly filled her mind, and sopped herself midway to a kiss.

Now was not the time to be forcing herself upon him. He was emotionally unbalanced. And normally, while being incomplete and in disunion turned her on more than anything, this couldn't be solved with simple sex. This went much deeper. Family was embedded in the very essence of one's soul.

Anathane drew Jack's head away from her neck and smiled at him sadly. Tears still streamed from his eyes. He stared at her with a yearning in his eyes for answers and comfort. It was like he expected her to make everything better with two words. But she didn't have the answers. She couldn't make everything better with just two words.

But she could get his mind off this dour stuff with two little words.

"I'm horny," she giggled. Jack's eyes went wide and he opened his mouth to scream in frustration. But she managed to close the gap first, and forced a kiss. Jack pushed on her as hard as he could, but it was no use. She was a demon after all, and the best he could do was get her to yield for a few seconds at a time.

"Anathane, send me back. I gave you a massage and got you to cum. I'm alright now. Isn't that enough for one night?"

"No. But...I can tell you what would really give me the pleasure I want, incomplete boy," she snickered with a leer. Jack narrowed his eyes.

What ar-"

She cracked the knife of her hand across the back of his neck. He was out so fast that his eyes closed before his mouth. Anathane cradled him in her arms as the floor warped again and she enclosed Jack's hands and feet in a stretchy membrane. A bright pink tentacle came out of her lower back and she smiled. This felt a lot better than before. That massage had played her notes just right.

Oozing sticky juice, Anathane was already trying to draw upon her reserves of self control to keep from splitting again. Gods, did that ever turn her on, being able to watch herself fucking Jack that is. And then coming back together, bringing her entire soul back from its fragments, that was the cream point.




Cemetery Summons Ch. 11



She was so old that keeping all those innumerable years of memories in one storage facility was very cumbersome. Usually, she would split herself into a few thousand copies and allow her mind to calm. Now, she wanted every little part of her soul to feel this. Keeping herself was at the very least a laborious task, but for a fuck like this...

She turned her gaze to Jack's throbbing arousal.

Every ounce of her soul moaned in unison.

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Jack arrived back home with the sorest hips on the planet. He was barely able to pull himself into the bathroom he was hurting so bad. Every muscle in his lower body and torso burned with agony and his bones felt like they'd been hacked at with a rusty axe. Jesus Christ, he was in pain! Jack fell to the floor and his backpack flopped against the floor.

Somehow, Anathane had fixed it, and it was actually better than it had been. Everything felt more comfortable and his books actually fit into it, which had never been the case before. Moving on, Jack grabbed the bathroom counter and his nails rapped against the smooth surface. That was weird. Had his nails grown since he'd gone to Anathane to get away? Screw it. He needed to wash his face.

Jack pulled himself up to the counter.

He pried his eyelids open and took a short look at himself.

And then, he screamed.

Jack screamed so loud that all three of his succubi were in the room in a single instant. Jack wasn't scared, no, fear was an emotion so lightly taken here that it was a sheet of paper to a lead brick. No, this was sheer horror. Jack watched as the reflection in the mirror closed its mouth just as he did. He couldn't even breathe.

"Oh Gods, it happened. It's only been thirty minutes since you left!" cried Elassa, putting her hands to her mouth. Fain's eye twitched.

"Master...changed...drastically. Master changed..." she fainted. Meanwhile, Niaf stared at his reflection in the mirror guiltily, fidgeting nervously as Jack's gaze remained focused on its twin staring right back at him.

He reached up slowly with a hand that ended in claws and touched his cheek almost as if his finger was going to pass through it. He traced a line to the corner of his eye and established that his eye truly was gone, and that it was in fact a ball of white flame in its dour black socket. He was trembling so badly by now that he didn't even want to touch the two curved horns coming out of his forehead, or the two pale wings on his back

Jack couldn't tear his eyes away from the visage before him. Never before had he seen something so...so horrifying. This was him. He was this thing with horns and burning eyes and claws and fangs and wings and pale skin. He could scarcely believe that this was his own body.

Slowly, he brought himself to his feet and stood upright, watching as the two leathery appendages on his back drop down as if disappointed. He turned to the only succubus trying to keep his gaze.

"Elassa...what happened to me?" he asked, reaching out to his first. She laced her fingers with his and glanced away before returning her gaze to his, blushing.

"You became you again," she replied. Jack frowned and she elaborated. "You became you when you were born. This is the second you, your second birth. You've become something more."

"Something more than what?"

"Something more than human. You're an incubus." She leaned back so that their hands held her up. Jack looked back at the mirror and then back to Elassa, who was smiling at him shyly, naked breasts jiggling. Jack let out a low purr as he watched them settle, and then snapped back to the reason he was angry.

"Then why the fuck do I have horns?" Seriously. Nobody else in this house had horns but him. This wasn't normal as far as Jack was concerned.

"Because Anathane made you complete your metamorphosis by using her own energy. Which is a bad thing because now I'm wet," she said dryly. Jack dropped her and spun around to examine himself in the mirror again. This was horrible!

"I'm a monster. I'm a fucking monster," he stammered. He turned back around to see Niaf with tears in her eyes. She backed out of the bathroom and closed the door. Jack dropped to his knees, exasperated. He had no idea what to do, or even think for that matter. He was a monster. Jack put his hands on his forehead, and grabbed his horns angrily. He pulled at them in an effort to remove them.

He didn't know why. He just wanted them off fast. Jack didn't want all this! He didn't want to be an incubus, or a demon, or have anything to do with them! He had never asked for any of this! He hadn't asked to be raped by Anathane! He hadn't asked for Niaf, or Fain! He hadn't ever asked for anything, not even Elassa!

Jack felt a pair of strong arms around his chest and grabbed their owner tightly, forsaking the unyielding horns.

"I'm sorry I'm a monster, master. I'm sorry I'm not what you want. I'm sorry I can't be your dream girl, or even please you. I'm so sorry. But you are you, and nothing will ever change that." She kissed the top of his head between his horns and whispered sadly. "I was your first, your strongest bond. But you were reborn with her."

"I...Elassa I don't...I don't know what...help me," Jack whispered as a lump formed in his throat. He held his breath. He didn't want to cry. Not again. Not like he had cried all over Anathane. Jack grabbed his arm and bit into it with his clawed fingers. He felt the pain, and bit his lip. Blood seeped into his mouth, and his eyes went wide.

"Oh, this is bad. Oh no, this is very bad Jack. You're venting. Damn ye gods that cursed that woman with lust!" Elassa shouted, hauling Jack to his feet again. She wavered for a moment before clearing herself with a deep breath. Jack tore at himself to keep from crying. He gasped for breath through his teeth, eyes shutting and lip bleeding.

"Master is in pain," Fain stated. Elassa glared.

"No, master is dying. Jack, baby, we need to get you to a hospit...no, not looking like this we can't. Hell...no, the vent would only grow there. Oh! Damn it all to fuck! Fain, he needs blood, and someone has to give it to him. You got the most semen from him out of all of us, right?"

"Master has laid with Anathane the mo-"

"Out of us succubi!" Elassa yelled. Fain cowered.

"Your voice has grown angry. Is master not alright?"

"Jack, hold on. Just answer me Fain. Jack, c'mon, don't leave now. You can make it. Take a deep breath. In and out, that's it, in and out, in and out. Fain, now."

"Yes." There was no hesitance to her voice.

"Jack needs you right now." Elassa opened the bathroom door and walked Jack over to his bed. She managed to pull his arms apart and he grabbed his white horns and tugged at them like he wanted to rip them off. Niaf stared at Jack as he arched his back and hissed in pain and agony. He refused to opened his eyes even for a second.

"What's happening?"

"He's venting. Anathane went at it with him for so long that she gave him his rebirth, and now all the energy she gave him to do that is leaving. It's sort of like he's powering down. Now he needs a new source of energy to stabilize him or all of his life force is going to drain out of his body and he'll die. Fain, he needs your blood."

"Why mine?" she whined, looking at Jack worriedly as his jaw opened unnaturally wide to reveal four long fangs and a bleeding lip. One of his horns shrieked as it cracked. This wasn't going to be good.

"Fuck, just do it goddamnit! He's going to die if you don't let him grab your neck and drink your blood. He'll kill either of us, and he can't use Anathane because her blood is poison. You fucked him the most, so you have a better chance of surviving."

They were running out of time.

"I'll do it." Elassa's green orbs turned to rest upon the woman in the doorway. Niaf stood there, arms folded across her chest and pity in her gaze. "I owe it to him for what happened last time we fucked."

"You're signing your own death waver," Elassa warned as Niaf drew nearer to her master. Jack ripped his left horn off at the base and white steam poured from the open wound. Jack's eyes opened, and the soul flame in them dimmed to a smolder. Niaf crawled onto the bed and picked up the sharp, discarded horn.

"Thanks baby. I'll just cut my jugular and you can have all you want," she said with all the sass she could muster. She cut her vein and blood poured from the wound like a river. She placed her neck at Jack's mouth and he grabbed her with one arm. The hand that had been grabbing his unbroken horn smacked her ass and squeezed it. His blunted claws didn't manage to break skin.

"Niaf..." Fain whispered as her twin began to lose consciousness.

"Oh...that's it...keep goin' baby, I'm so gonna...fuck you...tomorrow...Jack."

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Niaf sat up and looked around. She recognized this place very well; it had been her home for the past few trillion years. She stood up and let out an unsightly yawn as she looked about her room in the Sanctuary of Deliverance. Maybe Fain was being a good little submissive girl and staying down for a while?

Oh wait, that's right. Jack had freed her inside of that demon, Anathane. And the last thing she had done was cut her neck and let him...ah! That was it, he'd sucked all her energy out. So this is what happened to you when you died in the mortal realm? You went back home to the Sanctuary to try and get summoned again?

No, that wasn't it. She could still feel their bonded souls attached to each other. She could feel that little part of Jack inside of her. She wasn't dead, or else that bond would have been cut and her soul freed to find another partner. And that would explain why she was so wet without even thinking about him. He needed to be fed, but she was in no position to help him here.

Niaf took a deep breath of the warm, sickly sweet air of her home and warped to the end of her bedroom, which was about thirty feet away. She looked back at her enormous bed, something the size of a soccer field almost, and as high as a two storey house. Yeah, that thing was kickass still, just as she'd left it.

Niaf pushed open the huge, plain wooden door of her bedroom. She spread her wings out as far as they could go and her tail thrashed about behind her. Stretching after a long day always felt good. Niaf rubbed her blue eyes of sleep and walked down the hallway. She passed the family portraits painted by some long-dead demon. Funny that for an age-old family line, there were only seven paintings on the wall, one of which was hers.

Niaf soon got bored of walking and decided to warp all the way to the upper balcony where she usually stood to get a good look at the house courtyard. The balcony was enormous, even by the standards here in the Sanctuary. Every marble column was carved in the likeness of a snake coiled around an elaborate spear, the beast's head impaled on the tip where it met the long, slanted roof. Niaf put her hands on the railing before her and gazed out at the courtyard. An endless red dawn looked back at her and stared down the hundreds of crucifixes adorning the tiled place below.

Row upon row of forgotten crosses stood like wooden sentinels awaiting use from their masters. Each one of them had been used at one point, to punish the enemies of her family. But those days were long gone and grudges forbidden amongst the succubi and incubi, lest they commit to open war against each other.

The sight of this place always brought back fond memories of her parents, both of which had raised her with as much love and decadence as Fain. They hadn't cared. The twins were daughters equal in their eyes.

"Enjoying the view?" came a familiar voice. Niaf snapped her head around to see Nyx farther down the balcony, her eyes casually sweeping across the maze of wooden crosses below. She smiled kindly, adjusting her robes.

"I would enjoy it more if there were a man here I could fuck. You don't know where mine is, do you?" Niaf asked flippantly. Nyx shrugged.

"He is where you want him to be." Nyx smiled slightly and her tail swished about behind her, the end sweeping aside dust. She licked her charcoal-colored lips with a deep indigo tongue and gripped the balcony railing tightly. She seemed to be recalling a memory, a reminiscent gaze in her black eyes. They were not flames now like they usually were, but shiny opal orbs.

"And if I wanted him to be here?"

"Then I will arrive at your request," replied Jack's voice. Niaf spun around and saw that Jack was bowing low, one arm behind his back and the other extended toward her. Jack was an incubus, down to his horns...horn. He stood erect again and smiled at her, amused. His burning white eyes emitted a powerful light. Niaf embraced him and kissed his broad chest.

He closed his wings around her and she returned with her own around his shoulders. So long were his wings that they wrapped around Niaf's body, and then again around his own. He kissed the top of her head and rubbed his broken horn against her ear.

"Hey, watch it. You tryin'a kill me with that thing?"

"Not with this horn."

"You, uh, wanna go back ta my room and consummate this occasion of you coming down here with a night full of what you're best at, kiddo?" Niaf asked, arching a brow. Nyx whistled sharply and Jack unfurled his wings from around her body and moved over to Nyx, who held a bit of cord in her elegant, slender fingers.

"What exactly do ya think yer doin' Jack? Ya don't wanna fuck me?" She was more than a little bit annoyed by now, and her neck was starting to hurt.

"Who ever said he was yours, Niaf? This is my pet. He's going to please me later tonight, and tomorrow, and so on until he has outlived his use," she remarked snidely, wrapping the cord around Jack's neck and yanking tightly. Jack pressed himself snugly against her and inhaled her scent deeply.

Niaf pouted silently, her wings falling to touch the floor. Her tail hung limply behind her.

"But I'm his succubus. You never even..."

"You love me, don't you my pet?"

"Yes, my mistress," Jack replied hypnotically.

"Enough to die for me?" the dark succubus purred, trailing her fingertips along the underside of his chin. Niaf took a step forward, and then noticed a man squatting down on the railing, clothed in nothing but a waist tabard and holding a golden medallion with a spiral pattern on its face.

"Jack!" Niaf yelled. He didn't reply. He simply stared blankly at Hypnos' pretty trinket.

"I would die for my mistress."

"Would you kill for me?"

"I would kill any man for my mistress," Jack said, again with no will of his own.

"A woman as well?"

"Jack! Listen to what you're saying! Please..."

"He can't hear you Niaf. Hypnos is far too much for him to resist," Nyx giggled.

"They didn't name it Greek sex for nothing," Hypnos murmured.

"Jack..." Niaf couldn't believe this. Was her master leaving her for some cheap ass and a...a fucking queer? No, this was impossible. He was supposed to love her. He was supposed to be her master, not their pet or slave. Niaf stomped toward him, but a long white wing threatened her neck, which was beginning to pain her badly.

"If you love me so, then kill her and be with me," Nyx commanded eerily. Jack retracted his wing and turned to her, cock rising as he swallowed a mouthful of drool. Gods, that look in his eyes was like a starved tiger's. He stalked toward her, four steps, and was chest-to-face with her. His cock pushed against her navel, and it was dripping with precum.

"Jack, please...don't you love me?" Niaf pleaded, her hands on his chest. Jack leaned down to her neck and kissed it. Pain flared throughout Niaf's entire body. He put an arm around her back and his free hand grabbed her ass.

"My mistress commanded me to slay you. I cannot disobey my mistress..."

Jack raised his hand and Niaf watched in terror as his hand descended.

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Niaf sat bolt upright and then began to cry. Jack grabbed her up into his arms and held her like she was already dead. The barely recognizable pink on her cheeks fell to a dull white as the blood drained from her head. Jack had drained a good seven pints of blood from her body, and the fact that she'd taken it silently was amazing. In fact, her surviving was nothing short of a miracle.

She hadn't looked like she was going to make it up to her waking up. In fact, Elassa was surprised that she had survived the ordeal at all. Jack really was a softie at heart. He was still hungry.

And even Fain was wet, which meant that he wanted a lot more than Niaf could have given him. Anathane was the only person with that much power, and Jack couldn't use her. But for the time being, he was safely satisfied and able to function. This wasn't going to last too long though.

Elassa was so wet that she could fill a swimming pool with everything that was dribbling from her pussy. Gods, Jack's hunger was so great that even she couldn't slake it without help. Fain squirmed and tried to cover up the juice leaking through her fingers.

"Why is my...explain why I am so wet please," Fain demanded. Elassa licked her bottom lip and then sucked it between her teeth as she heard Jack's quivering voice and Niaf's pleading one. Gods, she needed this fuck almost as bad as he did.

"Well, we succubi are in mutual need of our partners when we change them from human to incubi. And when they need our energy, which comes in the form of our fluids, we get wet. It's like a warning signal that he's starving, even though he doesn't know it. And in return, to survive outside of the Sanctuaries, we get his semen. And right now, Jack needs us to feed him. And blood is the second most valuable fluid to him right now."

Fain pondered the elder succubus' words for a few moments, and then raised her head with an innocent smile on her lips.

"And the most valuable one is our vaginal fluid?"

"Did nobody ever fucking tell you this? Honestly, your mother...well, I take that back. Your mother was too busy fucking your father to notice that you were even schizophrenic at all. Whatever, yes, you're exactly right. But we can't fuck master right now." 

"Why not? Would that not make him better?" Fain whined. Elassa put a hand on the twin's head as if she were patting a child's head.

"Because he was reborn with Anathane. If we were to have sex with him right now, there's no telling what'd happen to him. And because of that, I'd rather not take any chances. Jack is gonna be my first incubus fuck, and the first one I helped make. I'm not taking any chances with him, not with this one."

"But if we don't know what will happen..." Fain said hopefully.

"And you'd take the chance that it might kill him for one last screw," Elassa deadpanned. Fain shut her mouth and watched Jack rock back and forth with unnaturally pale Niaf in his arms. Elassa saw the hurt in his eyes. Even now, after he was an incubus in his own right, he was still afraid to lose them.

Elassa's stomach growled and her thighs flushed with warmth.

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A/N: Sorry there was no actual sex in this chapter. And I also apologize that it's a bit shorter than the others. I still hope you enjoyed it though, and thank you for reading. 



Cemetery Summons Ch. 12



Jack stroked Niaf's black hair soothingly, more to calm himself down than to comfort or be affectionate toward her. God, he was so glad that she was okay. He'd thought she was going to die when she started to breathe shallowly and even more slowly. He'd done everything for her. He had fingered her, kissed her cheek, and then her lips even.

And even if that hadn't been what kept her alive, he was happier than he could ever remember. He didn't want to lose his family again, not even one member. And if she had died, then it would have been his fault. Taking a deep breath, he steadied his trembling body and buried his nose in Niaf's beautiful black hair. He inhaled her scent deeply, praying to God that if He was still listening, that there was much need of His works in this house today.

Jack felt a hand on his shoulder, and saw Fain standing before him, rubbing her hand over her neck nervously. Jack leaned up and she drove a kiss down on him. After a short few seconds, she withdrew and glanced down at Niaf.

"If you can...I would suggest trying to find residence in a hospital for a short time. Attaining blood from us is proving dangerous, and you are stable now."

"You think I can get into a hospital looking like this?" Jack questioned, nodding up to draw her eyes to his horn.

"If you are stable enough, then I would suggest retracting them back into your body and returning yourself to a more human image. Do you think that you could try to do that?"

"With the proper motivation, we could get you to fly without wings, baby," Elassa chided. It was silent for a few moments as Jack began to think. Niaf breathed quietly, still holding him closely. Jack kissed her head again and tried to think harder. How was he going to get all of this stuff to disappear with this hot girl pressed against his body.

"Oh, you do not know how, that is the problem." Fain's voice was as monotonous as ever. "Suck one wing back into your body, like you are holding your breath and trying to pull air into your lungs." Jack did as she said, and felt the root of his left wing begin to crawl back into him. It was like something slimy was grinding against his bones under his skin. He shivered in discomfort and the wing returned to its original length.

"Try again sweety. We're running out of time for the hospital option. And even though it's hard, you have to grow some balls. So do it," Elassa finished threateningly, her fangs becoming rather long at this point. Jack paled in fear and tried again.

This time, his wing began to recede back into his body, and he overcame the weird feeling with the thought of her glare. He'd survived Anathane's assaults with little more than a sore body, and he'd thought she was scary with that crazy lustful gaze of hers. But goddamnit, did Elassa know how to make his knees shake!

Jack managed to pull the thing all the way back into his body, and then the other one with a little less difficulty. He forced his fingers back to their normal bluntness and let out a short breath. He looked up at Elassa for approval, but all he found was impatience.

"What?"

"The horns." She tapped her foot on the floor a few times and Jack tried to pull them in as well. It was a slow, laborious task that took Jack a full eight minutes or so to complete. And with this, he had to use considerable effort to keep them in. Jack finally stood up and looked to Elassa for approval once more.

She didn't say anything, so he took it as a sign to get his clothes. He took one step and then felt a sharp tug on his lower back. He reached back to swat Elassa's hand away, but found a cord instead of a hand.

"What the fuck is this?" Jack stammered as he turned to see. Elassa was stepping on a white cord that was taut with tension, and coming out of his back. He paled.

"Your tail, Jack," Elassa said with a snicker. "You have to get rid of it before we can go."

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Jack didn't like this hospital at all. Goddamnit, every fucking second with this thing hooked up to his arm was unbearable. It hurt like hell. He had this bitter taste in his mouth, and his doctor was that same one from before. She was less than pleased to find out that he was in need of blood for a second time.

But, there wasn't much she could do about it. Nor was there anything Jack could do. With a sigh, Jack scratched his neck and tried not to think about the IV shoved into his left arm. He looked out the little window to his left, and saw nothing but the tan walls of the building. Why the hell did they even have a window here if all they did was show him that he was trapped? He grumbled to himself as a nurse came in with a tray of food.

Behind her was another nurse with a cart holding several little medical knickknacks he'd been accustomed to being introduced to during his last stay in this same room. The first nurse, a blond, smiled at him briefly and then checked the instruments holding the water and blood packets, and the little wires and nozzles attached to them. Jack sighed.

"Something wrong?" asked the nurse while the other one grabbed something out of the bottom of the cart. Jack watched the blonde as she checked everything and then turned to the other nurse. This nurse, a brunette with hazel eyes, dropped a big blue pill into a glass of water and held it out to Jack. The teen downed the pill and then was handed a Monster energy drink. He looked questioningly up at the first nurse.

"Alright, now there's something wrong. Why do I need an energy drink?"

"Your blood sugar is low."

"And the pill?" Jack followed up, opening the energy drink even as he spoke.

"It's a test pill we needed someone to take. Dr. Kenaw said it would be okay for you to take it. Your medical bill is quite expensive again," she replied. Jack sipped at his energy drink, thinking. He'd gotten blood, and that's all. Why would he have racked up a medical bill that large? And why the fuck was the doctor not here?!

"I'm not interrupting, am I?" asked Dr. Kenaw, opening the door. Jack set the energy drink down and folded his arms across his chest. The doctor seemed to hardly notice him, and instead talking with the blonde nurse for a few minutes about stuff that Jack couldn't hardly wrap his head around.

After that, she checked a few things off her clipboard and glanced furtively at Jack, and then tapped the back of her pen against the board.

"Will that be all, Dr. Kenaw," asked one of the nurses. The doctor nodded and the pair left after doing a few more insignificant little tasks. Jack watched the door close, and then threw the sheets off. He turned and threw his legs over the side of the bed. Dr. Kenaw didn't make a single move to stop him.

"That's what I thought, doctor. Now tell me what you have planned for me this time," Jack spat. Dr. Kenaw rubbed the back of her head and smiled at him.

"Nothing at all," she replied coyly. 

"I'm not buying it."

"I'm serious. That little bit the nurse told you was a joke. I'm not doing anything to you, I promise. I'm just here to talk, so there's no need to get up in arms about anything. Just lie back down and let me have a word with you, alright?" She sounded genuine.

"Fine," Jack said as he relented. He threw the sheets over himself as he turned to lie back down. Dr. Kenaw set her clip board down and walked into the little bathroom a couple steps away. Jack lifted himself up to protest, but she told him that she'd talk to him in a minute.

So, Jack relaxed a little and closed his eyes. He wished one of his succubi were here, especially Elassa. It was more work than he would have thought keeping his horns, even the broken one, out of sight. The tail he'd apparently been given, thanks to Anathane, was another story entirely. The damned thing just wouldn't go back in. He had to keep it covered up and hidden with the sheets.

He was suddenly glad that he'd backed down from confrontation with Dr. Kenaw. Else she see his tail and find out that he wasn't exactly normal. Jack took a deep breath and made his tail to wrap around his leg. Well, at least that worked.

He opened his eyes. Something wasn't right. He sat straight up and looked down at his crotch to find his cock pulling at the sheets. He swore, and the bathroom door opened. Jack tucked his knees to his chest and flushed red.

"I suppose that means you're fuckable now, doesn't it?" she remarked in a sultry voice. Jack's eyes darted over to the doorway, and his jaw dropped.

Dr. Kenaw stood there, entirely naked save for a tiny black thong and white a nurse's cap. She leaned on the door frame, her ankles crossed and one hand on the frame. She ran her right hand up her body, breathing heavily. And even though she was a doctor, she didn't look unappealing like Jack had thought she would under her coat. She had a nice C-cup chest and curvy hips too. Jack gulped. This couldn't be what he thought it was.

There was no way that his doctor wanted to fuck him too. There was just no way in hell that his luck was this bad. (or good) How in God's name could he possibly earn the lust of every woman he met?! Honestly, it wasn't like he was trying to get fucked. Jack shook his head.

"No. You have to be kidding me, no. I'm not into you, okay? You don't think I have enough on my hands already?" Jack snapped, even though his cock throbbed harder at the sight of her beginning to saunter toward him, hips swaying.

"Oh nurse," she cooed. In came a new nurse, this one with scarlet red hair and a cute little outfit you'd find on body of an 'adult industries' actress. She smiled at him through her curly hair.

"I'm right here doctor. Oh, the patient looks a little troubled. Maybe we should find out what's wrong?" she suggested shyly, locking the door as she closed it. Jack was helpless. He couldn't move away from the bed if he wanted to keep his blood supply going. And he couldn't hurt them if he wanted to stay here. Fuck!

Why was it that he was always cornered when it came to sex? Goddamnit!

Dr. Kenaw sat down on the edge of the bed and slipped her hand beneath the sheets.

"Nurse Kelly. I believe that he is in need of another Viagra," she commented huskily, leaning forward as her hand touched Jack's foot. He glared at her.

"You gave me a fucking Viagra? Are you kidding me?! I'm nineteen! I don't need a fucking Viagra to get hard!" Jack immediately shut his trap. Fuck.

"Oh, that's nice to hear. Now sit back and we'll give you your annual checkup. And trust me honey, this won't hurt a bit." Dr. Kenaw pounced on him, throwing herself on top of him. She ripped the sheets from the bed and grinned wildly.

"Dr. the patient needs immediate medical treatment," said Kelly as she licked her lips.

"Flex those guns of Navarone. Nurse Kelly, please give him some morphine," she ordered. The nurse did as she was told, but first strapped Jack's arm down with a belt. Jack grabbed her hand, and she stabbed the syringe into his arm. Jack felt something euphoric come over him, but it soon died down and he was annoyed.

"Get. Off."

"Wait...it didn't work? Give him a double dosage, nurse."

"But..." Kelly fidgeted, hand between her legs as she reloaded the needle with morphine. Jack waited, and the needle went in. He felt that euphoria come upon him, and ground his cock against the doctor's thong. He didn't care if it was wrong. He had one arm tethered by an IV that he needed to stay alive, and his other hand by a belt. He could care less if it was called cheating.

The second dose took effect and Jack kissed Dr. Kenaw and she crushed him with her lips. Jack managed to wrap his right arm around her and held her snugly against him. The morphine high wore down to a dull buzz and Jack felt Dr. Kenaw's lips part from his. He leaned up, but she put a hand to his chest to arrest his ascent.

"Give him three Inderal pills and...one naproxen, Kelly," she ordered, returning to kiss Jack with all the vigorousness she had possessed moments earlier.

"Candy...that's a little much, even for this guy," the nurse warned. Candy Kenaw simply waved her arm for the needed items to be brought forth, and the nurse reached under the cart for the pills. Jack was told to swallow the pills and down them with a glass of water, and did so. He felt a little dizzy and strange, but the feeling passed and he ran his tongue over Candy's breast. She shuddered violently and scrabbled around for a needle freshly filled with something Jack could only guess at. She stuck him in the arm and he sucked on her breast. Kelly, who had yet to do anything to Jack, loaded about eight needles and laid out a handful of different pills before crawling onto the bed herself. Jack made room for her to sit on his cock by pulling Candy up his chest. She got the hint and plopped herself down on his head. Jack started to eat her out as Kelly fiddled with his cock, gasping.

"What's the matter?" asked Candy.

"It's fucking huge. Jesus Christ, you told me it was about six inches. This is more like seven or eight. God, it's gonna be a tight fit," Kelly exclaimed, locking Jack's knees together with her own. Jack's tail wouldn't obey him. He was too busy with Candy's wet pussy to control it. He grabbed for her thighs, but his right hand caught with the belt.

Kelly sank down onto his erection, slowly at first. She faltered about half way down and dropped instantly. Jack felt something in his loins jump and he rocked his hips up and down against her pelvis. She caught on quickly and oscillated her own body with his, matching his rhythm.

Meanwhile, Candy was busy injecting Jack with everything she had in her arsenal. Jack realized that this was actually having an effect on him. His heart was beating unnaturally fast, and his bones felt like they were on fire. He strained to keep his horns in, and two nubs had formed on his back. He tried to push everything back down, but he couldn't!

Kelly was busy toying with Candy's tits, pinching and rubbing her nipples as her lips glided across the doctor's neck. Neither woman seemed to notice that Jack's awkward tail had wrapped around Kelly's waist and pulled her according to Jack's subconscious will.

In fact, they seemed more interested in each other at the moment than they were with Jack. Dr. Kenaw had never had this chance before. She'd never been able to actually go through with her fetish of overdosing her patients before. God only knew how hard she'd cum after fingering herself to the thought of the boy's overdosing last time. Of course, the only other soul that knew about this was Kelly, and she was far busier than she needed to be.

Candy wasn't a lonely woman like everyone else made her out to be though. She was sexy enough. She had a nice chest, curvy hips, and a killer set of legs too. In fact, she had those very thighs around the poor kid's head like she was going to crush him. She knew she couldn't.

He was something else entirely. His hormonal readings were off the charts. His thyroid gland was working in overtime even right now. His heart pumped so hard that the beat was clearly visible through his awesome pecs. And his prostate...it was like looking at a machine. This guy could take any amount of drugs she could give him, and any kind at that, and still function normally.

She took a break from getting eaten out to have him swallow some fifteen random pills with another glass of water. After a moment's thought, he simply swallowed the pills and returned his attention to her, a strange lusty feeling emanating from him. Candy didn't care. She just knew that she was fucking horny, and her greatest achievement was going to be getting this kid to take at least thirty pills and injections in a single sitting.

And getting fucked wasn't that bad of a gain either. She gave Jack's blood packet a quick squeeze to make sure it was still draining, and he jolted unceremoniously. He unlashed his right arm from the bed and grabbed Candy's ass, winking.

She suddenly felt two protruding fingers in her ass and yelped in surprise. Kelly took this as a chance to get a little more involved, and kissed the doctor on the lips. A tongue ran past Candy's teeth and both women moaned while Jack played as best he could with both of them at once. Candy hadn't gotten a good one like this since she'd given up clubbing for cute guys after getting out of med school. And though she was a great doctor, she really was just a normal woman under it all.

Kelly's fingers suddenly squeezed so hard that they left red trails on Candy's breasts where they curled. Her kiss was so strong that their teeth clashed together She let out a desperate moan and then all her motion ceased to be. She went limp for the longest time, even as Jack's thrusting continued.

Candy's eyes went wide as their tongues parted and Kelly's head found refuge on the doctor's shoulder. Kelly had just cum! The patient had just outlasted her! A grin made itself comfortable on Candy's lips and she rode Jack's jaw with renewed determination.

"Hey big boy, would you like another Viagra? Or maybe a Cialis pill would get you off faster?" she suggested, trying to sound professional in their current predicament. Jack easily lifted her off his head and slurped down a bit of sex juice before speaking.

"I think I've had enough. Why don't you and your nurse switch positions. And maybe give me a condom? Ow, make that two, please."

"Now we're talking. Nurse Kelly~"

"Yes...doctor...I'm on it," the nurse panted. Jack relinquished control of her body to her and hid his tail under his leg as the woman unbuttoned her short outfit and tossed it to the floor. She pulled her sopping panties off wearily and grabbed some packages out of a small basket. She tossed them onto the bed and then climbed back on.

After applying three, she switched places with Dr. Kenaw and they began at a slow pace. This time, Jack's drug overdose was beginning to affect him. He was a little bit out of it right now. He didn't really register that there was a woman on his cock until he felt the condoms coming off and two rows of teeth sliding across his shaft. Well, the condoms were a no-go from the point on apparently.

Jack snagged Kelly around the waist and began to greedily get every last drop of her juices for himself. The little cap on her head really wasn't necessary anymore. Jack bounced hard enough on the bed to knock it off, and then flicked it aside. Her vibrant eyes, rimmed with scarlet tresses of silky hair, made Jack think of Elassa.

And somehow, this wasn't as good as he'd made it out to be in his mind. He had thought that living one of the more...average fantasies of his life would be something of a dream. He was really getting fucked in a hospital by a smoking hot nurse and a doctor that really had it out for his cock. But their eyes...

They didn't have that same feeling in them. Jack watched Kelly's eyes closely, every blink, which he was unaccustomed to due to the eyes of his normal women's being unblinking flames. The nurse's eyes, and even Candy's, they just weren't the same. They didn't have love, or envy, or even that bit of annoyance that the others had. These were just raw want, a fleeting desire and lust.

There was no permanence to their gazes.

Everything Jack could see was purely spur-of-the-moment and temporary. He craved something more. Because he was something more. Jack nibbled at Kelly's clit and she stifled a loud moan that turned into a gurgle half way through. He bucked his cock up into Candy's mouth and she went all the way down to the base, fondling his crotch with her hands and mouth and warm, inviting cleavage.

Kelly slumped forward and Jack looked up into her eyes. He realized suddenly that she had passed out and blood had rushed to her face. Jack lifted her off his head and held her bridal style as he sat up. Candy raised herself as well, allowing Jack to set the nurse in a nearby chair, just close enough that his IV stayed plugged into his arm. He covered her with her dainty uniform as best he could before returning to Dr. Kenaw.




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She took the lead when he got onto the bed by pulling him on top of her body and pulling him down for a very French kiss that Mr. Benoît would have envied. Hell, that guy would have envied anything that even resembled a kiss.

The teen helped the naughty doctor pull her panties off, leaving her in nothing but a little cap and a pair of stiletto heels that she'd managed to keep a secret from the rest of the staff when she had been coming to his room. Speaking of cumming...

"You want me to make you cum yet?" Jack purred, licking the side of her neck as sexily as he possibly could. Her breath hitched for a few seconds before she managed to eek out a taunt that she could outlast him. So, Jack decided to test that theory.

Candy Kenaw wasn't a woman that was brought to orgasm easily. No, it had never been that way. It took quite a while to get this girl off, that was for sure. And sometimes, when she had been in her good clubbing days, she'd had to fake more than a few to make the guy feel like he was worth more than a cheap drink and a pickup line, if he even needed the latter. 

Hell, even when she and Kelly went at it, it took a helluva long time for scissoring, however awesome that was, to get her to cum. And this kid thought that he was going to get her off so easily? He'd already fucked Kelly to orgasm and made her pass out. And that wasn't exactly easy mind you, but he still had a long way to go before boasting like this.

What did he think he was getting himself into? Sure, he had a good bit of endurance, but he couldn't outlast the both of them, especially not after she'd had a cooldown of sorts while she was sucking his cock. She grinned and bit his neck playfully as he rolled them over so that she was on top. He pushed into her slowly.

She gasped. This wasn't like it had been a couple of seconds earlier. He penetrated deeper and deeper, until she came to settle at the base of his member. They stayed there for a few seconds and Jack grew a massive grin on his face. He slowly tucked his arms beneath hers and lifted her up like a child.

She suddenly realized why he was taking it slow. She could feel everything in minute detail. She felt every nerve in her core burning with desire as he rubbed against them. She knew what this was. He stimulated her slowly, until only his head remained tucked snugly in her vaginal lips.

She caught his gaze and was awestruck by the sheer majesty of his eyes. It was like staring into two pits of fire, such passion and desire! She would have creamed all over him at that moment had her attention not been diverted by his rubbing of her clit. She moaned huskily and he slowly let her back down.

He pushed all the way in, agonizingly slowly. Candy felt her arousal double as he let out a deep breath and winked as he began to pull her up once again. When he reached the peak of his lift, Candy felt like she was going to explode. It was just enough to bring her to the edge, this slow pace, but not enough to make her spill over!

She whined wordlessly, but Jack slowly let her down again, staring into her eyes with his piercing, almost demonic gaze. Candy grabbed his arm and ran her hand up his smooth, toned bicep. Her spine tingled at the feeling of his sweaty skin, and her mouth watered at the thought of lying on his chest like a good little girl.

She was his, and she knew it as he lifted her again, keeping her at the edge, but bringing her all that much closer to climax. He was wetter than she was, it looked. She sheets were soaked. Candy knew that he controlled her like a puppet. His will was her command. She would do anything for him. She was going crazy! She had to climax now! She had to, or she would go insane!

"Let...me cum, please. Let me cum!" she begged, reaching for his face, emanating light. Great angel wings flanked him, and his fanged grin was all that more awe-inspiring. She reached out to him, and he dropped her onto his cock without even a single word of warning.

And that action finally let her cum, so hard that she passed out on top of him.

Jack watched Dr. Candy Kenaw as she collapsed onto him with a sloppy, satisfied smile on her face and quivering thighs. He unwrapped his tail from around her and caressed her sweat-stained cheek with his clawed fingers. He smiled, genuinely. Why was it that every woman he had sex with looked so beautiful when she slept?

Jack put his hands behind his head and let out a satisfied sigh. Well, he was still one orgasm short of a good time, but, whatever. He really didn't have it in him to screw an unconscious girl, so he'd just sit back and relax for a while until she woke up, and then leave.

It wasn't like he had to go anywhere, and the nurse schedule wasn't actually set up for his room for the next six hours thanks to this little visit, or so he had been told. He looked over at the little cart of medical utensils and pills and needles, most of them unused. He grabbed one and squirted a little out into his hand.

What the fuck is this stuff? He looked down at Candy and almost considered injecting her with the needle's contents. But he thought against it, and hit himself in the head for thinking that. Why the fuck would I be thinking that? Control yourself Jack. His tail waved about between Candy's legs.

And get that fucking tail under control, he told himself. Jack forced his tail back and his wings and his claws, and even his eyes back to normal as well. He took a deep breath and then calmed his nerves to control the squirming feeling he felt all over his body. It settled after a few moments and he was glad.

He didn't like doing that. But, at least it was easier than last time. So, for a while, he sat around and did virtually nothing but play with Candy while she was sleeping off her fucking spree. He was getting quite bored with having his cock stuck inside of her and not having the will to do her with it, when she let out a crude yawn.

She glanced around, and then smiled as she realized that she was still lying on Jack's chest. Jack watched as she pulled herself up, and then collapsed back onto him as the stimuli from his cock caught her off guard. She pulled off him with a sucking noise.

"Caught me off guard there. Thought you were an angel for a second back when I was about to cum. Well, that was the best orgasm I've ever had. After this packet drains, I'll let you go. No fee, your health insurance's got it covered. Kelly, you awake?"

"Yes, doctor," replied the nurse groggily. "He made me pass out. I see what you mean about him when you say he's 'entirely fuckable' Candy. Holy shit, he's got more of a libido then you did back in your clubbing days."

"Hey. That makes me feel old, Kelly. Why would you call me old?"

"What? All I did was mention your clubbing days," Kelly defended herself playfully.

"Whatever. Jack, when you're ready to leave, make a call for a nurse and I'll send Kelly down for another ride if you want," she joked. Jack shook his head and smiled amusedly.

"I have more than enough attention at home, thanks. Hell, I don't even have to masturbate anymore I get laid so often. How long is this gonna take, anyway? I have someone to hang out with in about half an hour."

"Just wait and you should get out of here in time to make your appointment. Oh, look at me making hospital jokes. Well, I'll be going now with Kelly. If there's anything at all that you need, I'll send her down. And don't be afraid to break your arm any time soon. I still need to make you cum, patient 238," she teased, slipping on her lab coat and other articles of clothing.

The door closed behind them as they left and Jack heard the air conditioning turn on. He looked at the thermostat and saw that the red needle was considerably farther right than he had remembered. It wasn't important.

He sat up and looked at the food he'd been brought before Nurse Kelly and Dr. Kenaw had arrived. It looked good, yes, but unappetizing. What made him hungry was the smell around the room. It smelled like his room at home, like women. He liked it, and he wanted it to stay this way.

But, as the air conditioning filtered out the humanly-perfumed air, Jack found it impossible to resist the urge to eat something. So he wolfed down his dinner and stared down at his unyielding erection. He couldn't think of a way to bring it down, because all of his recent attempts to masturbate one of these away had failed miserably and left him hornier than ever.

It throbbed more defiantly as he glared.

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With Jack in the hospital, and the twins virtually out of action, Elassa was left with nothing to do but sit on her lover's laptop and read erotic fiction and visit every porn site he had bookmarked or still had on his Opera browser.

She adjusted the humming piece of technology in her lap and sighed discontently. Everything she knew about sex was from thousands of years of sex with men she didn't love, or ever would. Well, that was mostly because they were dead, but that wasn't the point! She only thought of this as she read about a virgin being masterfully been deflowered against a kitchen counter while her mother, a cougar of epic proportions, was oblivious and sitting in the next room.

She felt a little disappointed that she'd lost her virginity to an angel all those long millennia ago. She had forgotten what it was like to be so cute and virgin and naïve. She couldn't even remember the name of the angel she'd let take her virginity, but now she was sorely regretting letting him.

What she was reading inspired her to set up something like that, but she didn't have her virginity to give him. She didn't even have that cute, reserved nature that Jack would have liked to see. She whined, disheartened at her predicament. What could she do?

"Niaf, what is it? You do not have your normal witty comments to say about master. This is very concerning," Fain said, in her usual, boring and informative voice.

"I'm just kinda tired, Fain. Leave me alone, wouldya? Fuck, it's not like I didn't get enough attention from Jack when he was swooning over my good looks," she feigned sass as best she could, and then slumped a little in her twin's arms.

"Wouldn't you two be more comfortable in hell or something? Maybe an angel is just what you need to get back in your groove," Elassa joked, momentarily turning her attention from the giant breasts on the laptop screen. Actually, that was a good idea. "Or maybe Anathane could show you a good time while Jack's out and about?"

"I heard my name!" sang the demon as she warped through the ceiling and was held suspended by the pink, fleshy cord coming out of her hand. She grinned at Elassa and winked.

"Can you give me a day of teasing?" asked the succubus.

"Only if you invite me to his going away party," she chimed, grabbing up the twins. With one sweep of her arm. She disappeared in a flash and Elassa relaxed a bit.

What to do, what to do?

There were a lot of ways she'd like to spend a day alone with Jack, and almost all of them involved copious amounts of sex and kissing and biting and nibbling and even a little tearing. But, she didn't want to hurt him. He was, after all, coming back from the hospital for the second time in a month's time.

Maybe she could just take it easy with him tomorrow? Because he wasn't going to school of course; she wouldn't let him. She could just play around with him all day and that night have a good time with him, bringing Niaf and Fain along too of course. And since Alina had called in sick for their meeting today, Elassa wasn't expecting the girl to get in the way any time soon.

The succubus heard the key in the lock and walked over to the door, arms wide. The wooden portal opened and Elassa grabbed Jack by the waist and kissed him deeply. Maybe she could get just one little kiss in before she let him have the day off.

She stuck her tongue in his mouth, and found a different taste than she had remembered. A muffled cry in surprise went down her throat and she furrowed her brow. Jack didn't normally think this was too unusual, did he? She hadn't gotten fed in quite a while actually. She broke away and stared into his eyes.

"You're not Jack."

"Neither are you," replied a mature, sultry voice from a woman's throat. Elassa set the petite woman down and recognized her as Jack's landlady, Melissa. The succubus was suddenly thankful that she had controlled her wings. Neither woman spoke for a few moments, and they sized each other up.

Melissa stepped in and closed the door behind her, eyeing Elassa closely. They squared off with an uneasy wavelength running between them. Elassa wasn't worried in the slightest, because she could just crack the back of the poor girl's neck and take her back to her room and make this all seem like a dream if she wanted to. She smirked.

"Okay, I'll bite. Who the hell are you?" Mellisa asked, taking a seat on the couch.

"I'm Jack's lover," Elassa answered, putting a hand to her breast. Mellisa arched a brow.

"Well, it's not surprising that he's hiding at least one woman in here. All the noise he makes half the week. You know how long that kid sits up every light and beats you senseless?" the landlady asked offhandedly, as if she didn't care about the succubus' presence at all.

"You're not surprised to see me? Nor angry?" Elassa asked, very confused. "Or even the slightest bit intrigued?"

"Not really," Melissa shrugged. "I can't see why he didn't bring more girls home already. He's got a big cock and a nice ass ya know. I never woulda let him stay here had it not been for that fact." She swung her legs onto the couch and crossed her ankles, patting the arm of the furniture piece for Elassa to sit down. The succubus did so and they talked casually.

"What made you think that?" Elassa wondered aloud.

"Three years ago, of his friends used to live here, and those annoying little fucks went swimming all the time. I was out there at the pool one day tryn'a get a tan when I saw him coming out of the water. God, his cock was so hard for me that he turned red when he saw me staring. He had some compression shorts on, and I got to see every inch of that thing pressed up against his leg. Damn, that was hot."

"You saw sixteen-year-old Jack?! Oh, was he cute?" Elassa blurted out, imagining a younger, naïve and innocent version of her master. She had the strongest urge to touch herself now.

"You think I didn't pull my sunglasses down for that piece of jailbait when he walked by? 'At's a fantastic ass he's got." Elassa was surprised. Melissa really did notice these things about Jack. Who else but a woman with a determined eye would have seen the cute dimples on his...cheeks when he walked? She giggled softly.

"I'm rather pleased to hear that you're not going to evict him for having me live here," Elassa said after a short, uneasy pause in their conversation.

"Hey, what do I have to lose with some competition? I like the submissive type, and I like Jack even more because he can stand up to me all he wants, but he's still gotta give in to stay here. It's like cat and mouse when the mouse has fangs, ya know? It's fun."

"I know what you mean," Elassa replied dreamily. She had no idea how true that statement was. Those fangs, those long deliciously-curved fangs! Oh, they had that same curve his cock did! No, wait, she had to keep calm. Damn it, her hand was already down there.

"I know what ya mean. I want to go into his room and find a shirt to finger myself too. But, I have a little more self control than that. By the way, I've been meaning to ask you something," Melissa said, painting her thumb nail now.

"What is it?" returned the succubus curiously. Melissa smiled.

"Exactly how big are those melons of yours? They've got to be at least E-cup, right?"

"Thirty six triple-F thank you," Elassa replied as-a-matter-of-factly. Melissa nearly dropped her bottle of polish and gawked at the succubus. No words were said after that until the girl was done with her nails. Elassa had painted her toenails for her, and sucked on a few little piggies before she got to them.

She knew how to pleasure a woman, and how she could tune this girl's radio to the right station, so to speak. This poor girl was turned on, so much. Elassa was pretty horny herself, although she was much more reserved when it came to showing such things. She hadn't even gone all out on Jack yet, for fear of scaring him.

Well, that wasn't entirely the truth. If that were the only reason, she would have just handed him over to Anathane after fucking him half to death, and then done it again and again and again. No, there was a little more push from her own needs there to hold back. If she went all out, then Jack would be a submissive partner forever. She needed him to take charge, soon.

But, enough of those fantasies. She had a perfectly good girl in front of her to have some fun with, all over Jack's apartment if necessary. A wicked grin split her face in two and she made a conscious effort to keep her wings down. She slid two fingers beneath the edge of Melissa's striped shirt and leaned forward, pulling at it very gently.

"You not completely into Jack? I'm aghast with horror," the girl said sarcastically, running a hand up Elassa's leg.

"What can I say? My libido is so vast that not even medication can keep it down in Jack's range of sexual stimulation for me." The was lying through her teeth. Jack could so outlast her even if she went all out every time. "I have to find other outlets besides my hands...and a few cooking instruments."

"I got something that'll fix you up real nicely," Melissa offered. She reached into her shorts and fiddled with the button and zipper for a while before pulling them off and kicking them aside. She removed her dripping panties as well, and Elassa was almost surprised to see a pink vibrator of epic proportions jammed into her body. She turned it off and pulled it out, smiling.

"Gods, that's got to be nine inches long," Elassa said to herself. She eagerly took the thing and licked all of the tasty juices off of it. Melissa watched with growing interest as her toy was cleaned and eyed very meticulously. Elassa knew a good toy when she saw one. Melissa must really be into this stuff.

"You like it?"

"Very much. You're a connoisseur of these things, aren't you?" the succubus asked, switching the vibrator on. She slipped it past her vaginal lips and sucked it a quick breath in surprise. Gods, the thing was so violent! She pushed it in as far as it could go and let her thighs fall together to keep it from slipping out.

"Hell yes. I have a foot-long fat dildo back at my place. You know, Jack isn't exactly as big as that thing, but damnit does that kid know how to fuck the right way. It's like he's spent years doing nothing but fucking and getting better and better at it. He's got to have girls at school fucking him between classes or something. It's just not possible that he's that good right off the bat." Melissa's idle chatter was making Elassa think, even with that powerful vibrator between her legs.

"You'd be surprised. You remember that morning when you think you took his virginity?" Elassa began. Melissa nodded, taking Elassa's foot to paint her toenails with a cherry red color, in stark contrast with her pale body and purplish lips. Elassa liked it.

"I'm doubting he was a virgin, now that I think about it," Melissa murmured, disappointed.

"I stole his virginity the night before, Melissa. And that was a great deal for both of us. Everyone was so jealous of me for the longest time because of that," she commented offhandedly. Eyes wide, Melissa stared at the older woman.

"He's got others here?! Are they in right now?" she gasped.

"He's got three more full time, and three again he hits every now and again, and he shares another with one of his friends." Elassa slid her tongue across her teeth. This was just too perfect. Melissa would eat up anything she said.




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"Good God! How does he keep up with all of you? I know it's hard enough to cheat on three guys at once, trust me, I've done that. Seven?! Fuck, that's too many. Have they not found out about each other? Or are you not the only one on top of the ball?" After initial shock, Melissa had composed herself very well. Elassa was impressed.

And she was also impressed that the girl could take this thing in her pussy without flinching. Practice makes perfect, mused Elassa.

"Oh no, we all know about each other. Though a certain tan someone refuses to share him with anyone else while she's fucking him into the floor. Horny bitch. Oh, but yes, we know about each other and we share him on occasion. Although nobody but the one who won't share has the tits to give him a double titfuck with me."

"You share him? Like, at the same time?"

"How else do you think we'd be able to spread that piece of work out evenly. And I'll tell you what, he's got a secret talent that nobody but me has seen as of yet. You can't learn it. It has to be natural, and he's got it," Elassa pointed out.

"And what would that be?" Melissa pried, very curious.

"Well, everyone, including you, frets about his cock. And the twins rave about his ass too much. Well-"

"Twins?! He's fucking twins?!" Melissa exclaimed excitedly.

"Of course. You can only tell them apart because one has blue eyes and the other orange. Well, that and one of them has a really long tongue. But that's beside the point."

"Of course. Back to Jack."

"Right, well, even though his ass really is that great and deserves every bit of credit it gets any day of the week."

"And is that thing ever cute too," Melissa cut in with glazed eyes.

"And so shapely when he's really into...c'mon Elassa! Quit going off down the road of no return. Where was I? Okay, so beyond his cock and his ass, what else does he have?" Elassa mentally chastised herself for getting off track.

"A great body overall."

"Yes, but the thing he has that very few others have is an almost unnerving ability to make a woman lactate. I mean, he's sucked me dry at least once, and the twins did that other time. And then...no, okay, back to him. He has this innate gift for knowing what to do with tits. You've seen that, haven't you? He's just got this knack for it."

"He's only grabbed my tits twice. But, I guess so. I mean, I've had guys do amazing things with their hands before. He's up there, but nothing to scream to the world about."

"It's not his hands, Melissa. It's his mouth. He knows exactly where to suck, how hard, how to bite my nipples. He can make me a raw, carnal lioness in seconds. Gods, it turns me on so much to have him just bite me raw and then suck everything out of me. This vibrator just isn't enough right now."

"His...mouth..." Melissa whispered dreamily.

"Sit back and relax for a while. Because this first-hand account of just exactly what his mouth can make a woman do is going to blow your mind."

"Then we're gonna have to take turns with that thing, Elassa. Now spill it. I wanna know what's coming to me when he walks through that door."

They both grinned.

Elassa could easily see how they could eventually become very good friends. Very, very good friends.

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Jack parked in front of Anthony's place and yawned. Well, Elassa had told him that Alina wasn't coming over, so he had nothing better to do than avoid Melissa's incessant nagging for sex and go over to a friend's house. And right now, he just wanted to find someone who was in some sort of similar predicament. Anthony was the only other guy he knew that even knew that supernatural things existed. So why not try him first?

Jack walked into the front hallway of the boarding house and went straight for the basement door, which was off limits to anyone but Anthony himself. He shut the door behind his silent entry and beyond the third step there was noise. Anthony must have put up something to cut down the noise outside of the basement in the past weeks. Moaning reached Jack's ears. He hurried down the steps and stopped at the bottom, stunned.

Anthony had Kan in his lap, her blue body nestled firmly against him, and her smiling face flushed purple and scarlet. Anthony was naked, as was his demon. They looked...content. Jack was confused, and even so, he didn't disturb them.

Jack suddenly realized that this was Anthony's doing. He had always told Jack that his dream was to have hours and hours of tantric sex with a woman he really loved, and not have to worry about anything in the world while he was doing it. This was it. This was his session of tantric sex.

Jack had no idea how the guy had calmed his demon down enough to have her sit in his lap and let him penetrate her. The teen traced Anthony's left arm down to where it wrapped around Kan's hips and disappeared around her. His right hand, however, steadily pumped her enormous, dripping cock at a very slow pace.

They looked so peaceful and even like one being in a way. They both breathed at a steady, regular pace. They were synchronized, and they were enjoying each other entirely. Anthony opened one eye and took his head from Kan's shoulder. He kissed her ear before speaking.

"Hey Jack, great news. I finally found out what to do with her. She really likes tantric sex. I have no idea why, but it took me three seconds to convince her to try it and she fell in love with it. I...I think I might fall in love with her if this keeps up," he said, smiling.

"Love you, babe," Kan murmured, eyes still closed. She tipped her head back and set it on Anthony's shoulder. He thumbed her cockhead and she let out a pleasant sigh in relief. Jack was dumbstruck. He couldn't even think of anything to say he was so confused.

Had it not been ten days ago that she had been trying to rape Anthony?

"Uh...um, how...just how long have you two...been at it?" Jack's mind could barely comprehend the one-eighty she had taken. It was like his friend had put some spell over her and she was falling deeper and deeper under its influence. Anthony looked at an egg timer set off to the side of the circle he'd brought Kan from hell with.

"After that thing rang, we just kind of didn't stop. What time is it now?"

"It's after eight. I was actually hoping to just sit around your place for a while. I went back to the hospital today for some blood. And, well, I have something to tell you..."

"Wait a moment. Kan, how close are you?"

"Mmmm...very. Just a little thrust would probably do it," she replied. Jack turned away and began back up the stairs. He heard a muffled cry and a loud liquid splatter all over the wall. He shivered. He didn't want to even imagine what she'd done to that poor wall.



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After a short wait at the top of the stairs, Anthony told him it was okay to come back down if he wanted to, and he hesitantly did so. When he reached the cement floor, he was thankful that they had somehow cleaned up the splatter of cum on the wall. He didn't want to know what it had looked like, but his mind betrayed him.

He pushed the thought from his head and sat down on the floor next to the two lovers sitting in their redrawn circle. Anthony was again, or still, seated with her in his lap. Though this time she wasn't sporting an enormous erection, but a flaccid, only slightly less enormous cock. He didn't want to know whether or not Anthony was hard or not, or if he was inside of her.

"So, I heard the good news," Kan began. "You finally became an incubus, eh?" Her tone was one of slight expectance, like she had been awaiting the moment for a while. Anthony looked back and forth between his friend and his blue lover, and then sighed.

"I suppose I can safely say that you're not going to be seeing any of us anymore?" He sounded a little dejected. Jack shrugged.

"I honestly don't know what's going to happen. I'm a little afraid to show you what I really look like now," Jack admitted nervously, trying to keep his eyes away from the two lovers. He was already hard from his hospital visit, and had been so for a couple of hours. His boner was throbbing hard at the thought of fucking Kan. Shame on him for thinking about his friend's woman like that. He needed to get a hand on this.

"Kan licked up her own jism from the wall just now. You really can't show me anything that would scare me more than that did," Anthony deadpanned dryly. Kan smiled wickedly and licked her sharp teeth sensually. Her manhood rose past her womanly hips and began throbbing as Jack took a deep breath and wiped his sore brow of sweat.

All at once, Jack let go and out flushed his wings, his horns, and his tail. He blinked, and his eyes crumpled into two white flames, teeth already long, curved fangs. He could feel his sharp fingers scratching anxiously at his palm. Nervously, he waited for Anthony's response.

Unfortunately, it was as he expected. Anthony sat before him, slack-jawed and in complete shock. Kan looked very pleased however, and very horny as well. The incubus saw his reflection in her eyes, and was afraid of her again. Kan began rolling her hips, very slowly and gingerly. Her eyes never left Jack's face.

"Now that's some hot stuff, Anthony. You have some pretty sexy friends. You have to talk to me again. Talk like you did before, like you said your heart did," she commanded. Anthony blinked to tear his eyes away from Jack's demonic visage and then closed his eyes.

After a few moments of silence, he swept away a lock of her hair and kissed her ear. He began whispering softly and slowly.

"Kan, roll your hips against mine. Just like that. Softly, softly, that's it, good. Now feel my hand on yours, and feel me squeeze your hand. Now feel your pulsating self, and feel your soft, wet hand. Good, and slide it up, and then down. And then up again, and down. Let the feeling ride between us. Move with the feeling. Up and down, roll, roll, up, down, keep rolling your hips. You feel me inside you? Keep going, up and down, up and down."

"Anthony," she breathed.

"I'm still here. I'm taking my hand from your hip. Up your ribs. One two three four five six, and you feel my hand on your breast. Your soft, tender breast. I'm rubbing your areole very gently, in little circles. Keep stroking, up and down. Roll, and roll, and up and down. You smell so nice. I'm going to be quiet now. I'm going to kiss and lick you, Kan, my lover. Feel me. I feel you, and your energy. Feel mine. Calm, controlled. Feel my pace. Keep that pace, and breath deeply."

"Oh, I can feel you, and Jack too. I'm so hot. I feel like I'm going to explode now," she murmured. Anthony was too busy licking her cobalt skin to answer. He kissed behind her ear and took a deep breath in, taking the scent of her body in. Jack hadn't seen something like this before. Kan barely moved, and her hips were so gentle, like calm blue waves rolling onto a beach. The incubus needed to get off somehow, and fast, or get out.

He stood to leave, but neither one of the lovers noticed that he was doing so. He didn't think that they even heard him pounding up the steps to get back to his car.

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"Well, she left and went home, baby. I made sure she was satisfied and she said that she couldn't take you right now, so she went back to her place. So, you're stuck with just me, and I can tell you now that you're not going to school tomorrow. Not under my watch," Elassa said. Jack watched her as she skipped around his apartment, fresh as a spring daisy.

Jack, on the other hand, was horny and tired. His cock refused to fall and had been throbbing all day since his visit to the hospital. Kelly and Candy had only admitted to giving him three Viagras and a Cialis. He was sure they'd given him quite a few more, and this erection was lasting far longer than a scant four hours.

"Fine, I'll skip school again. I'm too tired to argue right now. Just, can you make me something to eat? I don't feel like doing anything tonight." Jack collapsed onto the couch and Elassa appeared behind him. She adjusted herself so that his head was lying in her lap. Jack looked up at her tiredly and she gave him a motherly smile.

"You don't look so good, baby. Maybe you should just skip dinner altogether and go straight for dessert?" she offered, trailing a finger down the center of his shirt. Jack grinned.

"And might my dessert be a certain succubus who took my virginity?" he asked cheekily.

"If you have the energy to eat her, then yes." Elassa's voice was dripping with anticipation. Jack watched her cheeks flush with a slight pink color and then turned himself over. He could just fall asleep right here and not care at all as long as it was Elassa's body he was lying against. The succubus moaned huskily as he ran his tongue across her labia.

Elassa could just tell that this was going to be good. She hadn't gotten anything from him in nearly two weeks, and she was always horny because of that. Getting eaten out was going to be the last stop on the abstinence railroad before she could go ahead and fuck him again. She wanted to save up for that moment and be perfectly ready to fuck him for as long as she could stand it. And she was going to do that, one way or another.

And after a couple of minutes of fantasizing about him, Elassa realized that Jack had dozed off while eating her out, and now lay nestled between her thighs, sound asleep like a baby. Elassa gingerly lifted him up by the armpits and pulled him up so that he was lying against her with his head over her shoulder. She stood up hefted him back to his room.

After depositing Jack on his own bed and putting a pillow beneath his head, she left the apartment and walked down the stairs to the ground level of the complex. She walked over to the pool and sat down on one of the long chairs. She could see her breath, but she didn't feel cold.

Gone were the days where she felt anything when she wasn't in the middle of feeding, long gone in fact. She wouldn't be able to feel it if someone stuck her with a red hot poker...unless that someone was Jack and it happened to be his personal red hot poker. Elassa giggled at the thought. If Jack ever had the guts to come out here and fuck her silly, she'd be speechless.

What am I doing here?

She had no clue what to do now. She was falling in love again, and everything was going as they should. In fact, things were going better than she could have ever imagined. Jack was as strong as he could possibly become. He had pleased all of his succubi and managed to keep them content by himself. Anathane was a backup for any sexual thrill he might have when his primary lovers were incapacitated or busy.

But this was what had happened last time.

She was scared for him. She didn't want to lose Jack. She was far too in love with Jack to ever let him go, and sharing him took every ounce of willpower that she possessed. Even now, thinking about someone else having him alone for even a second made her fangs begin to show. She whimpered and tucked her knees up to her chest.

She felt a familiar presence behind her.

"Anathane, I'm worried," she whispered. The demon sat down in front of her and ran a tanned finger through the succubus' white hair.

"I know you worry for him, but he is a strong boy. What has happened before is of no consequence now. Elassa, I know how far he's able to keep up with you. And now that he has...an advantage, he will make it. Please Elassa, don't be afraid to show your love for him."

"But the last two times I did that, he almost died," Elassa began to weep. "I'm not killing another one! Not after what happened last time! I couldn't bear it! Don't let him die, Anathane, don't let him!"

Elassa beat the demon's chest with her fists, crying openly. Anathane could barely take seeing Elassa like this. She had always been a fragile woman at heart, even though she had a strong and overpowering nature outwardly. Anathane rubbed Elassa's back in an effort to calm her down. There was no way they could avoid the eventual need for Elassa to have sex with Jack again. And there truly was nothing anyone could do to help Jack any more other than to hope that things turned out for the best.

"Elassa, it's not for me to decide whether or not he lives or dies. It's up to you. If you bring him in like your last one, then I can't do anything." It was harsh, but Elassa had to hear it straight. Anathane shivered at the memory of Elassa's first and only other attempt at creating an incubus.

Elassa had come to Anathane in tears and clutching a ragged, torn, and bloodied incubus in her arms. Anathane had been appalled at the man's condition. Almost every artery in his body was slashed and most of his bones were broken, not to mention a few were missing altogether. When asked what had happened, Elassa had simply wailed until she was no longer able to answer, and then curled up into a ball and cried herself to sleep.

Unfortunately, the incubus had died a few minutes prior to being brought to her, and Elassa had been devastated by the loss. It wasn't often that a succubus of Elassa's magnitude came around. No, she was a very rare, very unfortunate catch. Her capacity to love Jack was infinitely vast and she could very easily keep up with his endless sex drive.

But, like only a handful of succubi before her, the depth at which her soul felt emotions was unfathomable. Mortals could barely feel the effects of emotions upon them. Emotion to them was something of a joke, a passing fancy. Anger, especially, was one such emotion that barely skimmed the surface of mortal souls and left no trace at all.

Love was different, because it could delve deep. Mortal men throughout history had lived and died for love alone, and many more had acted foolishly out of love for one thing or another. Most commonly nowadays was the love for money. But for Elassa, every emotion she felt pierced her soul all the way through and left a profound hole to be filled by the thing, or person, that had inspired it.

And all of her love was directed right at Jack Archer. Anathane felt sorry for both of them. Elassa knew exactly what was going to happen, because she was going to go overboard and attack him with everything she had. It was ironic really, that she loved him so much that having sex with him again would probably make her go insane. But, it was how things were going to be.

There was no avoiding it.

"I don't want to kill him. Please, do something. You're hell's handmaiden! You have the capacity to heal anyone! Please save Jack. Please; I don't want to lose him. I'm begging you," she sobbed. Anathane looked up at Jack's apartment and pushed back the urge to cry with her friend. She felt horrible. The extent of her power only went so far. She couldn't heal a man already beyond the threshold of death.

"It's all up to you, honey. I love him too, but I can't heal him if you kill him before putting him in my arms. I can't bring back the dead," Anathane explained as gently as she possibly could. Elassa's claws bit deep into her breast and she cried even more fiercely.

"If you can't bring him back, then I'll go ask Satan himself!" she declared. Anathane's heart skipped a beat at the sheer absurdity of what this girl had just said.

"N-Now Elassa, don't, don't be hasty here. Satan can't make a miracle come true unless...you put your heart on a silver platter for him." There was more truth to Anathane's statement then there was fiction.

"Then I'll go ask the only person to hand out miracles like chocolate! God!"

"Do you even know what you just said?"

"I'd do it if I could! I'd fucking do it in a heartbeat! I love him that much, Anathane. I love him more than I want to live! I love Jack! I don't want him to die! I'd cut my own throat if I killed him. Anathane. Please...please save him. Please. I don't..." Elassa fell unconscious in Anathane's arms after a bit of poison from a certain red tentacle detaching from her navel. Anathane held the white-haired succubus close to her and warped to Jack's living room.

She laid Elassa down on the couch, seeing that her sedative was completely effective, and stomped into Jack's room. The lack of a door allowed her to skip slamming it open with all the force she possessed, so she went straight for her objective. Anathane tore Jack from his bed and grabbed him by the shoulders.

He was awake in an instant, and he was very annoyed. Anathane took him into the bathroom and tossed him into the shower. She reached out with a tentacle and turned on the cold water as full as it could go. Jack yelled his complaint and then shut off the water himself. He rose to his feet, steam rising from his body he was so filled with hot, boiling rage.

"What. In fuck's name. Was that for?" There was pure malice dripping from every little word. But Anathane wasn't turned on this time. She reached out with a long arm and choked him like she meant to kill him.

"I swear to everything that's holy and unholy, if you hurt Elassa, I will hurt you. No, you don't get to talk this time, boy! If you do anything to hurt that girl, I'll kill you! Damn what she does, I'll do it myself!" She forced a tentacle out of her chest, a long spike at the end of it.

"What?!"

"I'll fucking do it myself! You'd better give her the time of her life tomorrow! Or I will kill you! I'll kill you until there's not even a pile of mush! Do you hear me? You will cease to live! There'll so little left of you that the Virgin Mary's tears won't be able to bring your sorry ass back to life! Wrong that girl, and I'll do more horrible things than God did to unfaithful fuckers in the Bible! Fucking hell...I'll kill you!"

In a furious storm that cracked several of the floor tiles and the shower door glass, she disappeared. Jack was left to his own effects, and was entirely speechless. What in God's name did she just demand from him?

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It was three fifteen in the afternoon, and Jack still hadn't come to see her. Elassa waited impatiently across the street from Jack's highschool for him to get out. So far, she'd seen just about everyone imaginable come out of the building, save for her Jack. When she saw his friend Rob, she couldn't resist the urge to find out where he was. She hoped he wasn't fucking one of his classmates. Gods, he didn't need another girlfriend besides Alina.

Stealthily, she warped behind Rob and put her hands on his shoulders. He jumped in surprise and spun around. His fist came out toward her head, but she caught it in her hand and smiled at him cheerfully. She squeezed a little before realizing that he had done it out of reflex.

"Sorry about that, reflex," she said to excuse herself. Rob took back his hand a waved it gently about to dispel the pain. He smiled embarrassedly.

"Ow. Hey, Elassa, right? What's a hot girl like you doing up here again? Jack's gone."

"Oh really?" Elassa arched a brow. "And just where might he be?" She put her hands on his shoulders and purred into his ear sensually. If he didn't say Jack was on his way home with a bottle of whipped cream...

"He said he had to take someone's shift at work today and wouldn't be able to do anything online until ten. Did you two have plans or something? I'd be more than happy to fill in for him if you want." Elassa would have giggled promiscuously if she hadn't been seething with anger.

"That's very sweet of you, but no. I'm afraid I'm going to tear his arms off and beat him with them," she said. She brusquely walked away, and once she was out of sight of the teen, warped back to Jack's place. There, she collapsed to the floor and began crying. He was supposed to be with her today! He was supposed to have skipped school to be with her! And he was working?

Didn't he love her? She loved him so much that she could barely stand it! And he'd abandoned her in her time of need! What...why? Why had he left her like this? Hadn't Anathane done something to help? Elassa suddenly grew cold and angry. She balled her fists.

Fine. If he didn't want to spend any time with her, then she'd spend some quality time with a bottle of liquor in her hands. Lots of people drowned themselves in alcohol to feel better. And even though it was a form of very slow, tortuous suicide, it seemed like a good idea at the moment. So she grabbed Jack's wallet off the table and warped to a bar not too far out of the way. She walked in, still in high heels and a body-hugging black dress.

She sat down at the bar and put her head in her hand. The bartender stood in front of her and she glanced up with sad eyes. The girl looked back down at Elassa and then realized that the succubus wasn't going to initiate conversation.

"What'll you be having today, ma'am?"

"However much this'll get me," Elassa replied as she tossed the wallet up onto the countertop. The bartender opened it up and looked at the two hundred dollars inside of it. There was a slight hesitance to her movements, like she was debating on whether or not to let Elassa drink herself to death at three in the afternoon. After a shrug, she removed the money and pulled out a tall glass and filled it.

"You know I'll have to stop serving you once I've given you a certain amount of alcohol, right?" the girl warned. Elassa glared daggers at her.

"I don't care. Just let me drown myself today."

Elassa gulped down the first of many glasses and watched with dour sadness as it was refilled.

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Several hours later, the front door opened and a teenager walked into the bar. His eyes scanned the bar for a woman of great bust and white hair like snow. He wasn't at all pleased with the fact that she'd crawled away to a bottle of liquor instead of coming to get him. He would have quit his job if she'd asked him to.

Jack Archer walked past a couple of tables toward Elassa. He was still in his work clothes, but he didn't give a damn, nor did he have the luxury of time to change into casual stuff. He shook his head slowly when he saw her, entirely hammered and laughing as drunkenly as possible.

"Elassa," he called.

"An' I'll tell ya what really gets me! He's so hot, an' he makes me so wet all the time, but he never starts anything! I haven't gotten any in two weeks 'cause he's off running around with his other five or ten or however the hell many other girls he has. Fuck, I need another drink."

"Elassa," Jack called again, this time almost next to her. She didn't notice him, and was brought out another drink. The barman...barwoman, turned to Jack and arched a brow.

"You Jack?" she asked.

"I guess it was you that got me off work to come get her, wasn't it?" he joked. The barwoman shook her head and then glanced at Elassa as she downed her drink in only a second. She let her head fall back and let out a deep, depressed sigh.




Cemetery Summons Ch. 13



"I wanna fuck so bad," she announced for all to hear.

"Glad you got here when you did. I've been giving her water for the past hour, and she hasn't noticed at all. She wasn't kidding when she said she had a once-in-a-lifetime catch. You're pretty hot, if I do say so myself," the barwoman said, turning a little red in the cheeks. Jack tried to ignore her obvious flirting as he reached for Elassa's arm.

"C'mon Elassa. Let's go. You've caused enough trouble here already for one night." He grabbed her arm, and she vehemently pulled away. She, quite unceremoniously, fell out of her chair from the sudden shift in balance and lay on the floor, huffing tiredly.

"Finally got here, did ya? Fucking took long enough Jack. I thought I'd really have to go ahead and start on myself without you." Jack picked up the barstool and set it to the side as he knelt down to pick her up. But she sat straight up and swayed a bit before frowning at Jack.

"Do you even know where you are, Elassa?"

"Oh yeah. I'm on a floor. Doesn't really matter where when you're here with me. You never did care where we finally ended up fucking. In a pool, on a bed, in a cemetery..." Pulling herself to her feet, she asked for another drink. Jack grabbed her hand and pulled her to him.

"We're leaving. You can't make it to the door, can you? Fuck. Jesus Christ you're a mess." Jack started to pull her toward the exit, when Elassa tripped him and dropped down on top of him to straddle his hips. Jack grabbed her hands before she could reach down for his belt.

"C'mon baby."

"No! What the hell is wrong with you?!" Jack forced her off and then grabbed her around the waist with one arm and locked her to his side so she couldn't escape. He pulled today's pay out of his pocket and looked back to the barwoman.

"Jack!" Elassa whined shrilly.

"How much do you need?"

"Well," the girl began. "She ran up a three hundred dollar tab, but I could give cut you a deal if you do me a favor. If you'd come to the back room with me for a sec." Jack nodded, and ordered Elassa to sit where she was until he came back. She didn't have any more will to fight, so she just laid her head down and groaned. Jack followed the barwoman through a doorway to the back room. He didn't like the way this was unfolding, but he didn't have three hundred dollars either. Even with all the good tips he'd gotten tonight.

"So, what do I need to do?"

"Not too much. I just need a little help with something," she teased playfully. Jack turned around and saw the girl undressing. She had her pants off by the time he rolled his eyes. She glanced up and him and licked her lips. Her brown eyes were barely focused on any one part of him though.

"And that would be...?"

"If you eat me out, I'll fill in the cash you can't pay. Okay? Sex with my boyfriend isn't as exciting as just looking at you! I just can't stop myself." She grabbed Jack's shoulders and vaulted up onto them. Jack stumbled back against the wall as she wrapped her legs around his neck and grinned down at him.

"Cheerleader?" Jack asked before she could smother him with her thighs.

"Class of two thousand and six, squad leader. I can bend in ways you can't even imagine." She smirked and then squeezed his head with her legs. Jack got the message and delved his tongue into her pussy. She put her hands against the ceiling and let out a moan.

The incubus felt the things beneath his skin trying to get out, but he managed to suppress the urge to let his horns and tail reappear. He didn't want to pin himself to the wall with his wings either. He rubbed her clit with his nose and she bit her lip in pleasure.

Jack could hardly believe this was happening. What was it with the women he was meeting lately? The four table that had been made up of women today at work had tipped him a total of a hundred dollars. And he'd been flirted with at least a dozen times too. 

"Hey, keep going." She was getting impatient, Jack could tell. He continued to pleasure her with his tongue, and he had trouble doing that when she shifted around. He raised his hands up to her ass and wrapped his arms around her. She dragged her nails across the tiled ceiling and Jack nibbled at her clit. Her thighs quivered.

He ran his tongue in circles as he tried to get her to cum faster. He did everything he could. With one hand, he fondled her bare ass, kneading and squeezing flesh as best he could. With the other, he played with the hole not filled by his tongue. Her body shuddered with pleasure.

"I'm gonna...keep on going...almost..." She was on edge so bad that Jack could almost feel her about to lose it. He nuzzled her clit again and she finally broke down. Jack literally had to drink her cum to keep from getting it on his uniform. She switched from clutching the ceiling to clutching his hair in a split second, and panted wearily as he cleaned her of all her naughty juices.

Jack unlocked her legs from around his neck and loosened his tie to take deeper breaths. Like it or not, this was getting him riled up. Luckily though, his physical endurance had gotten a lot better over the past few weeks, and he was able to stay mentally, but not physically aroused for longer. Of course, there was a limit to this.

He set the barwoman down against the wall and put her panties beck on her body while she lay there like a doll. As he left the room, the thanked him meekly and then grabbed her pants. Jack left the room silently, and wiped his mouth on his sleeve as he walked over to Elassa. He put a hand on her shoulder and rubbed it.

"C'mon, let's go Elassa," he said as softly and caringly as he could. Her head shot up and she sniffed the air. She gave him a dirty look.

"You ate her. I can smell it on your breath." At that, Jack flushed red in the face and swept Elassa out of her chair, holding her bridal style. She whined and complained and almost threw up once, but he managed to get her out of the bar before she could act up and do something he'd regret. He put her in the passenger seat of his car, locked all the doors, and then hurried back into the bar to pay.

And the bar, the girl smiled at him guiltily and he gave her all the money she needed. He got his wallet and looked inside. He only had fifteen dollars left. Well, shit, Elassa had run him dry in one night. He apologized for the trouble Elassa had caused and then returned to his car, where she was waiting.

He turned the key and his nondescript four-door sedan came to life. Jack pulled out of the parking lot and drove Elassa home. After carrying her inside and depositing her on the couch, and fighting off Niaf and Fain, (who had apparently come out of nowhere after their absence today and yesterday) he went back to work.

Stacy ushered him over and handed him three menus. As soon as he got them, a man with a woman under each arm walked in with the biggest, most arrogant shit-eating grin on his face. Stacy, for the first time, looked nervous to Jack. She smiled at the man though, and spoke as normally as she possibly could.

"You must be Mr. Meryls. We have a table reserved for you already, sir." She glanced at Jack, and then motioned with her eyes toward the window table on the far landing on the restaurant. Jack nodded and led the three customers over to their reserved table. He pulled out his flip book and pen to take their orders.

"Hey, kid, go get some champagne or something for us, would ya?" the man ordered. Jack, already unhappy because of the ordeal at the bar. He slapped the three menus down and managed the best smile he could offer, which was less than convincing.

"Of course. And what, might I ask, is the occasion?"

"Wait a minute. Are you telling me that you don't know who I am? John Meryls, professional boxer? Ring any bells?" Clearly, he was annoyed. Jack shrugged.

"Never heard of you," he replied as he left to go get the champagne. He returned and poured a glass of golden liquid for each of the three, setting the bottle down on the table as he finished. The boxer scowled at Jack, but the incubus simply smiled back as best he could and pulled out his flip book and pen for the second time.

"Hey, you're kinda cute," said the woman beneath John's left arm, the one nearest to Jack. She giggled ad then winked at him. John grew annoyed, not at her, but at Jack.

"Okay, kid, you gotta know who's girl you're flirtin' with. I'd stop while I was ahead if I were you," he warned. Jack's smile turned into a smirk.

"Alright, I might as well take your orders then. Now, what would you like, beautiful?" he asked the woman who'd flirted with him. She giggled again and her cheeks turned a little pink. After a quick look at the menu, she ordered, then the other woman, and then John, who was irritated.

Jack was set to exclusively serve their table, and at every chance, the two women called him back over to flirt under the paper-thin pretexts of needing something or asking about something almost entirely irrelevant. When they were finished, it came time for them to either leave or order desert.

"Alright, we have quite a formidable selection of sweets and sugary delights. Do you want to order any, or are you finished for the night?" he questioned, holding out a desert menu to whoever would take it.

The first woman gently took it and skimmed through it with a curious look on her face. She looked through the menu for a second time, and Jack furrowed his brow. Did she not understand how to say something? Or was she looking for something she thought was there?

"Um, waiter, why aren't you on here?"

"I'm sorry. I've already got someone at home that's having me for desert," he answered. John stood up and knocked his chair over as he stood face to face with Jack. He put a big finger to the waiter's chest.

"Listen here, buddy. You better back off from her, or else," he threatened.

"Or what? You'll hit me? And honestly, what have I done, to either of them? You're looking to pick and fight you don't want," Jack retorted. John's lips split into a grin and he laughed heartily.

"You really don't know who I am! This is rich. Look, kid, I'm sure your mom and dad raised you as best they could, really. But did neither of them tell you how to pick your fights? Kid, you're trying to stir up a professional boxer."

"Like you haven't told me already. I don't care who you are, because I..." Jack saw Anathane push aside a waiter trying to talk to her. "Oh shit."

"That's what I thought, kid, now go-"

"Oh shit. Oh shit she came here, oh God this is bad," Jack stammered worriedly as he walked right past John, toward the demon stalking toward him in a blood red dress and high heels. As Jack neared her, he had the attention of the entire restaurant. All eyes were on him as he face down this enormous exotic woman.

"Jack, you have no idea what kind of trouble you're in right now. For Elassa to send me here to fetch you, I...this is not the place nor the time for such obscenities to be spoken." Her eyes glanced up, and Jack turned around to see what had drawn her attention.

"That is one huge bitch. You forget her leash?" taunted John as he stepped off the landing. Anathane tilted her head to one side and nudged Jack with her elbow.

"Who is this?"

"You picked the wrong waiter to screw with." Jack flared with anger and turned around. Anathane simply folded her arms across her chest and watched. Jack tore off his tie and rolled up his sleeves. John removed his coat and unbuttoned the first two buttons on his shirt.

"Kid, I have no idea what I'm going to tell your parents when they demand an explanation for why their brat is in the emergency room." He balled his fists and took a stance while Jack's arms went slack and he looked down at the floor.

"My parents died when I was six, Mr. Meryls. You don't have to worry about explaining anything to anyone." Jack stood straight up and balled his fists so that his knuckles turned white. They stood there for a while; everything was entirely silent, as if time had stopped for them to size each other up. Then John threw his first punch.

Jack didn't dodge. He didn't even try.

John's fist slammed into his jaw and the teen staggered to the right. He felt another punch hit him in the ribs, and a third in the left temple. Jack regained his balance and turned back to John, a brow raised.

"Anathane, tell me, how long do you want this to take?" he asked. Anathane frowned.

"Get this over with. You have business elsewhere that needs to be attended to, namely Elassa." There was an icy tone to her voice that told Jack she meant business. So he decided that he should end this as quickly as possible. He lunged at John and threw his fist as hard as he possibly could. Bone snapped as his knuckles connected with John's jaw.

The boxer fell to the floor and the only sign that he was still alive was the gentle rise and fall of his chest. He was unconscious. And Jack was amazed at the fact. He looked at his hand, and then back at John. He had just knocked out a professional boxer with one punch.

Jack looked around and found Mr. Benoît. Jack tore off his belt and his vest and picked up his tie as he walked over to his boss. The man was terrified, but he was too petrified with fear to move. Jack took off his shoes and handed everything to his boss. Then he took him by the shoulders and smiled.

"Mr. Benoît, let this be the letter of my recognition," he announced with a smile. He stood up and started to walk away. But then, he stopped. "That is to say...I quit! You midget asshole, I'm not taking any more of your shit ever again!" he yelled. And then he left to the roar of an applause from the entire staff.

At the front door, Stacy pulled him aside and gave him a worried look.

"Jack, you just quit. What, what are you planning? Please tell me you haven't gotten some crazy idea about going Columbine on us." She bit her bottom lip with anticipation. Jack put a hand on her head and winked.

"I'm just moving. That's all. Oh, and I hope you find a boyfriend Stacy, and make him know you're the boss." He kissed her on the forehead. "Thanks for being my big sister for the past few years. I'll see you around some time." 

Outside, Anathane waited for him at his car.

"Get over here," she snapped. He jogged over and she grabbed him by the hair. Jack suddenly felt his stomach lurch, and he appeared in front of his apartment with Anathane still holding him by the hair and his car behind her. Elassa sat on the curb a few feet away, wiping tears from her eyes. Anathane reached out with a tentacle, grabbed the succubus, and then dragged everyone through a hole in the ground. Jack felt lightheaded and barely registered returning back to Anathane's real body.

When the demon let him go, the incubus collapsed to the ground and stared at the ceiling that seemed to move in circles. He didn't know whether or not it was really moving, or if this was the product of his dizziness and nausea, but he didn't like it all the same. It took a while for him to get back his senses and stand. Anathane was naked now, and possessed her demonic horns, tail, wings, and deathly black eyes. Elassa sat next to her, silent.

"Look, I-"

"Do not speak, Jack. As nice and as caring as you are, I will not hear it today. Now, I'm going to leave now, and turn this place into whatever Elassa desires. And you'd damn well better abide by her wishes, or I'll kill you. And this time, I am dead serious." Anathane disappeared with a scowl and Elassa turned her gaze up to Jack.

"I didn't mean for her to get so angry with you, Jack. I was just a little disappointed that I had gotten everyone else out of the house for a day and you went to school and then work and left my alone the whole time."

"Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you and I- Wha!" The ground slipped from beneath Jack's feet and he sank into water. He clawed his way to the surface and gasped for breath. Grabbing the edge of the water, he pulled himself out into dry land. He saw that he was sitting on a sandy beach with sunshine, an endless horizon in every direction, and an enveloping blue cloudless sky above.

Beside him lay Elassa dressed now in the bikini he'd bought her when he'd first met her. That seemed like such a long, long time ago because of the events that had happened recently. It seemed like a thousand years ago that he was a virgin too. Now, he'd quit his job and beat up a boxer and had sex with half a dozen women. And he wasn't even out of highschool.

Jack stood up and brushed himself off. The sand fell away from him easily, and the grains between his fingers simply disappeared into his skin. Without even thinking, he stripped down to his boxers and tossed his discarded clothes aside and held a hand out to his lover. She opened her eyes and took on a confused expression.

"Your humble servant is ready, milady."

"For what?" she asked unsurely. Jack smiled.

"For your scheduled massage. You didn't forget, did you?" Might as well bullshit his way into getting to feel her up while she was feeling down. "You didn't forget the big trip, did you honey?"

"Trip? Honey? Since when did you start calling me pet names?" She sounded very confused.

"Our honeymoon, Elassa. You don't remember me showing up with two plane tickets and a ring and us getting married?"

"Married?! Didn't we..."

"Well, you did sleep the whole plane trip here. I guess we can just skip the explanation and say that you're getting a good massage today. Now, you can just lie down here and I'll begin." Before she could turn around, a large rock slab and a palm tree appeared behind Elassa. Anathane spoke to Jack in his head, bemusedly.

'I don't know what the hell you're saying, but warn me the next time you want me to do something! I wouldn't have gotten the message had you not given me a massage before, you asshole.'

"I trust you enough to know me that well," he murmured.

"What?" Elassa asked.

"Nothing," he replied. The succubus looked at the marble slab, gleaming white where the sun his it and grey where the nearby tree shaded it. She ran her hand along its edge and then turned her head back to the teen, anxious for him to explain everything immediately.

"I'm confused."

"Well then, while we're on our honeymoon, let your mind wander to pleasant places. I want you to relax and lie down here for a moment while I prepare you for your massage." And this is where his job as a masseuse came to the fore. "If you'll lie down on the...table for me."

Jack turned around as Elassa stripped down and made herself comfortable on the warm marble slab. While she wasn't looking, Anathane pulled herself out of the sand like an undead mummy and stared questioning at the scene before her.

'Why does she get special treatment for this?'

"Because she is in a bad mood. Now, let's see here, I have some massage oils with me," Jack said to nobody in particular, even though it was directed entirely at the demon. She rolled her eyes and produced the oils from the sand. Dozens of bottles took form from the grainy earth and Jack searched around for a few.

'Happy now, sweetheart?' Anathane asked, her voice drifting through his mind and thoughts.

"You're not allergic to almonds, are you? No, of course not, but I can't find the sweet almond oil, so I'll use jojoba oil and cocoa butter." Two bottles slid through the sand and he grabbed them. A wooden bowl dropped onto Jack's head and Anathane smirked at him silently. Jack took the bowl and the bottles and walked back over to where Elassa was waiting.

"I have no idea what's going on, Jack. Pleas tell me."

"Just relax, Elassa. Now, you want oils to assist in your pleasure and relaxation, don't you?"

"Jack!" she whined.

"Yes or no."

"Yes."

"Good. Then allow me to begin by applying the oils. This may be a bit cool at first, but your body heat will warm it, I promise." Jack poured a good amount of both oils into the bowl Anathane had dropped on him and mixed them thoroughly. A small column arose from the sand and he set the bowl down upon it.




Cemetery Summons Ch. 13



He wiped his hands on his boxers and unhooked her top. She gave him a momentary look in surprise and he grabbed the bowl again. Carefully, he poured the oil down the center line of her back and between her shoulders. He set the bowl aside and quickly scooped up the oil falling off her shoulders. He began rubbing it all over her warm skin, smoothing it out on her neck, her shoulder blades, her biceps. He moved down her arms, gently rubbing the oil over one forearm and down all the way to the back of her hand.

By now, he was straddling her waist to reach all the way up to her arms. Leaning forward caused his throbbing cock to come to close to her ass that it was agonizing just to look at her naked like this without fucking her. He held back and began with her other arm. This time, when he leaned forward to get her hand, he took the time to woo her even further.

"I can feel your breath on my neck, oh...what is it?" she whispered as he trailed two fingers back up her arm, sliding his right hand down her side.

"I love you Elassa. More than I love Fain, or Niaf, or even Anathane. So please, just for today...be my bride." He kissed her ear and then sat back up. Elassa sat facedown, silent, as he began to oil down the rest of her back. He spread it with his palms, allowing his fingers the freedom of tickling her belly. He alternated between the center and sides of her back, between oiling and tickling her. Her ran his fingers between her ribs every now and again, feeling them move as she breathed.

Then he moved to her lower back, and came upon a problem. If he was going to oil her down completely, then he was forced to remove all of her clothing, not that it mattered at all to him of course. That just meant that teasing her would be all that much more enjoyable. He reached for the strings of her bikini and untied them. He slid the garment down her legs and then tossed it into the sand.

'You know just how to tease a woman, don't you?' Anathane asked cheekily. Jack thought about continuing on the current path with Elassa's massage. If he wanted to get anywhere near her breasts, then he'd have to turn her over and oil down her front as well. He grinned. Oh yeah, he'd do that right now.

Jack clambered off the marble block and Elassa propped herself up on her elbows.

"Done already?" she pouted.

"Turn over and you'll find out." Gone were his pretexts of professionalism, he was damned horny! She did as commanded, and lay before him like a sacrifice to some hungry demon. Jack could barely contain his excitement, and quickly found that he could no longer keep his 'new' extremities back.

Out sprang his wings, and his horns followed in suit soon afterward. He barely noticed his white tail swishing around behind him. Elassa giggled and reach up to his broken horn. He closed his hand around hers and kissed her fingers gently.

"You just relax and let me do my thing. Close your eyes and relax." Jack dipped his hands into the bowl and began spreading oil across Elassa's midsection. He traced little circles all over her flesh, between the center line of her abs, in her navel, and all the way up between her breasts. He smiled when he got there, and he could see the look of anticipation on her face.

"I'm just about ready to throw you down and start this honeymoon off," she moaned. Jack watched with a smirk as the marble rose and then wrapped around her hands and wrists. Anathane giggled in the back of his mind, and Jack thanked her mentally before moving down to Elassa's feet. He hadn't done this part before, not even as a masseuse, so he'd have to wing it from here.

First, he started by oiling between her toes and along the bottom of her foot. She giggled a few times as he spread the oil across ticklish spots, but she didn't open her eyes. Jack was glad of that, and moved to her ankle and further up her leg. Before his hands, he used his tongue. He tasted her skin before moving up with his hands. And when he reached her thigh, he began kissing her.

He loved how pliable and damn squishy her luscious thighs were. But he didn't get much of a chance to feel them like this. The only times he'd been this close to his lover were the times that they were making love. Recalling those memories made his erection throb even harder. Seemingly knowing this fact, Anathane rose from the sand beyond Elassa's scope of vision and pushed one of her enormous breasts up to her mouth. She began sucking on it greedily, raising her eyebrows suggestively.

Jack focused on Elassa again and finished with her legs a bit more quickly than he had intended. He was almost as his limit for simply fondling softly. Enjoyment was very quickly being replaced with anxiousness to move on. So, he forwent anything other interruptions and his knees up to her hips.

He pinches her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, twisting and pulling them. It gave him a sense of relief that he was able to maintain the self control to simply play with her at the moment. He pulled her breasts together, apart, up, down, every which way he could. She bit her bottom lip so hard that it bled, and she had almost cum too.

Jack let go and her breasts bounced back to their original places. He pushed them up suddenly with his palms, and enclosed her nipples again between two fingers on each hand. His hands seemed to work their own magic completely separate of his will. She lay there without a word, letting him do whatever he wanted to her. He decided to play more into the little game he'd created.

"So, honey, how's the massage? You like?" Before him, Anathane started to finger herself, seated on a large amorphous blob. Her long legs were flexed all the way down to her curled toes. Jack winked at her and she put a hand over her mouth to muffle her scream. It wasn't like Elassa would have noticed though, the way she was panting.

"Very much. Gods, you haven't done...not since I tied you up." Jack stopped momentarily and leaned down. She opened one eye to see the reason that he'd stopped, and then closed it immediately before he had a chance to look up.

Jack latched onto one of her breasts and caressed her nipple with his tongue. She cried out and tried to hug him, but her hands were enveloped in stone and she simply made to squirm. The incubus sucked harder and harder in an effort to get his tasty reward as quickly as he possibly could.

He found it hard to keep his eyes focused on Elassa's face, so he closed them and focused harder on her body with other senses he could use. He ran his tongue in circles around her areole as he waited for her to lactate. He did everything he could to speed the process along. He bit down, and he even rubbed her pussy with his knee a few times to see if that would help.

He finally got his reward when she was panting hard enough to have a normal person go into cardiac arrest. Jack bit down hard enough to draw blood and pulled her breast up with both hands. He pushed his hands together on opposite sides of her alabaster peak like he was forcing toothpaste out of a big, round balloon.

Elassa screamed blood murder and then Jack's mouth filled with sweet, warm milk. He let out a groan and suckled eagerly and no less vigorously as he breast fed from her. He sucked until there was not a single drop of milk left in her breast.

He switched breasts and began sucking just as hard on this one as well. Elassa thrashed about to make him stop. But he was too far into it to stop. Anathane restrained his legs and he winked at her again.

Jack drew blood again, more than he had last time. Elassa screamed in distress and lust, but he refused to quit until he had his reward. Her body was his to play with. And when she denied him what he wanted, she deserved to be punished for it. Jack growled in frustration and took one of his hands away. He pushed down on her clit and her voice cracked.

It was as if he'd pressed some kind of button that activated her 'Please Jack' function, because she began to lactate. And God, Jack could barely get it all down in time. He sucked like a starving baby, hard and without stopping for air. Elassa's body convulsed and twitched as he drained her of milk, and then continued sucking until he'd rubbed and bitten her breast raw.

When he was finally done, Jack relinquished control of her breast back to her. His mouth came away with a loud sucking sound. With a wide and happy grin, Jack stared at his handiwork. Her breast was red all over and her areola looked like someone had tried to eat it. Her nipple was still bleeding, so he lapped at the blood until it ceased, and then got off the slab of stone. He leaned against it for support, and started to chuckle heartily.

"Good massage?" he asked.

"Best. Massage. Ever." She was still panting far too hard for him to have only played with her breasts. Jack patted her leg and motioned with his index finger for her to flip over. She didn't move. She didn't even look at him.

'Hold your horses. You just made her cum twice, loverboy. She passed out.'

"Whaddya mean she passed...oh. She did, wow. What am I supposed to do now?"

"Take a walk with me baby. I'll let you know when she's awake again." Anathane held a hand out to him and hauled him up to face her directly in the eyes. She encircled her free arm around his back and kissed him affectionately. When they broke apart, she smiled down at him and twirled around happily.

"I've never had the chance to fall in love before you came, Jack. I was always trying to make others feel pleasure, or heal them when they got in trouble in the human world. You gave me my own pleasure. I've never felt anything like you, and I never will. You're incomplete. You'll always be incomplete. You'll be mine. You'll be here. You'll be theirs! Always! Don't ever change!" She tucked his head into her breast and breathed his scent in deeply.

"I love all of you. And I always will." He kissed her breast and she let out an amused giggle.

"You really are a breast man, aren't you? Just can't get enough of 'em," she teased. Jack grabbed her breast and squeezed it.

"Who couldn't love these things? They're so much fun to play with."

"Well then, I'll let you play rough for a little bit while she's asleep," Anathane said as she dragged Jack into the sand and they disappeared for a time. 

Meanwhile, Elassa lay in the throes of an orgasmic meltdown. She'd just had two of the most amazing orgasms of her life, and she was so ready for another one. She could still feel his hands all over her back and her legs and her breasts. She moaned and panted as he touched everywhere at once, except for her pussy. She pleaded for him to do so, but he didn't say anything about it.

He was forcing her eyes shut, teasing her clit with one of his fingers. She could feel his breath on her neck, hear every little whisper. She tried to free her hands, but even her strength wasn't enough to break her bonds. She lay there, being teased, and cried out for more.

"Jack, please! Don't just play with me! Do something. I'm so close," she sobbed.

"You'll just have to wait," Jack replied, purring into her ear. Elassa sniffed him, and her lips curled back in a fierce snarl.

"You are not Jack." Elassa's wings flared and she felt the stone encasing her hands beginning to shatter. She lurched back and forth as the stone came loose. Elassa roared in anger and jerked her right arm free, then her left.

She opened her eyes and lunged forward. Her hands ended up around Jack's neck and the launched the both of them off the marble block.

"Never thought you were into this," Jack joked. Elassa's anger suddenly melted away at the sound of his voice, even if it was being throttled out of him by her clawed hands. She removed her hands from his throat slowly and flushed red with embarrassment.

"Sorry. I thought...you didn't smell right. You just...I..."

"It's okay. Smell my hands, see, they smell like chocolate because of the cocoa butter. If you want, I can eat some and you can see what a real Hershey's Kiss tastes like. Or, we could continue that massage you liked so much." He picked her up and laid her back down on the marble, face down. She got up on her elbows and looked at him apprehensively.

"Don't you want to finish my front side?" she asked, turning back over. She spread her legs wide and spread her pussy lips with her fingers. "See how much oil you still have left to spread around?"

"Turn over and I'll find a way to spread it all over your body," he ordered. She obeyed him and turned over onto her stomach. She adjusted her tits so that she wasn't lying directly on her sore nipples. Gods, that boy had some kind of fetish for them. Not that she minded in any case.

She felt Jack mount her and his hands pressed against the back of her neck. Elassa felt his fingers push and pull her pale flesh every way he wanted it to go. She didn't mind at all. She only felt pleasure. He moved to her shoulders and pinched her muscles especially hard.

"You've never had a massage before, have you?"

"I can't remember."

"Your shoulders are as hard as rocks. How in the hell do you sit around with this crap all day? Are you not in pain with all this stiffness?"

"Not when you're around me. I fee~ Ah! There, right there, ngh!" She let herself go as Jack moved to her back. She just let him use her how he wanted. She had no idea how he was doing it, but damn it was he doing it right! She couldn't remember a time when she felt this good without sex. Her wings curled back around his head and he nuzzled one of them with his nose.

His hands worked magic down her back, popping bones and relaxing sore and taut muscles as he moved. She moaned as he ran his thumbs down her middle back, pushing his fingers against the little valleys between her ribs. She moaned huskily as he popped a series of vertebrae in her lower back.

"Is this turning you on?" he asked her. Elassa scoffed.

"Does the sun only burn half as hot as you?"

Jack continued down her back, destroying any doubt of hers that he wasn't as good as Anathane had said he was. He was silent though, concentrating on his work as hard as a diamond smith cutting and shaping a precious gem to the shape he desired. Jack did the same to her body until he reached the end of her back, right at her tailbone. He stopped and there was a long pause before Elassa realized that he wasn't moving.

"Jack? Why'd you stop?" There was no answer. She looked back and saw a blank expression on his face, his arms slack at his sides. Elassa turned over beneath him, and arched a brow.

"Oh shit. Elassa, before you just to conclusions, just hear me out." It was Jack's voice, but his mouth didn't move. She glanced over to where his voice had come from, and saw him jogging over. She looked back at the one on top of her, and kicked him off. 

"Jack, what's going on? I'm going to tear you to shreds if you don't explain yourself right now." Her eyes shrank and then exploded outward in a pair of neon green flames. She raised her hands toward the sky and balled her hands as tightly as she possibly could. She shook with rage.

"Elassa, calm down. I just wanted to give you a good time that was a little different. Please, just don't get too angry."

"You lied to me. You said we got married...and that this was our honeymoon. You lied. I really did believe that we were married. I can't take it. I thought, no, no I can't take this. Jack, please finish. I want you to finish. I..." Elassa collapsed. She couldn't take this, not now. Her emotional well was about to erupt, and the only way she could escape was in her sleep. So, her body simply shut down.

Jack leapt forward and caught Elassa as she fell forward. She landed on him, and the impact nearly knocked the breath out of him. He rose to his feet and set her back down on the marble once again. He let out a long, unhappy sigh.

"Need a little help getting' off, buddy?" asked the other him. Jack's eye twitched.

"Fuck, if that's not creepy enough. Anathane, get this thing out of here," he growled. He looked over and saw his 'clone' with a sloppy, idiotic grin on its face.

"What's are you talking about, I'm Anathane. And that question is still valid. Do you. Need. Help. Getting off? As in fap fap fap?" Jack felt a cold shiver run down his spine. That was just disgusting. Anathane was using his own image to see if he wanted to be jerked off.

"How about no? Seriously, change back to your real form or something. This is seriously creepy," Jack said as Anathane walked toward him. She grinned widely and the pair of boxers disappeared completely.

"Aww, you can call me Kcaj if you feel uncomfortable. Personally, I think this is really kinky. I mean, how often do you get to hear your own voice, see yourself, touch yourself even?" By now, she was already pressed up against him, well, he really.

"No, get away," Jack demanded, holding his hands up like he was under arrest. "This is disgusting!"

"No it's not. It's sexy. You can't understand how horny it makes me to be in your body. You want this part of me to be for you, always? As in go home and be yours when I'm not there?" he heard his voice coming out of his copy's mouth and his eyes went wide.

"No! No no no no no! God no! No! Fucking hello no! I don't want to see me with a boner! Ever! No! No! No! Let go!" Jack literally whined in a voice so shrill that he didn't recognize it as his own. Anathane giggled in his mind.

"I'm going to sever the link between this me and the greater me. This part of me is such a tease, and I'm giving her a name. Kcaj, go get 'im tiger." Anathane's voice faded into nothingness and the animated copy stood still, staring into Jack's eyes with a pair exactly the same as his own. After a few seconds of complete silence, its lips split wide.

"Oh loverboy~"

"Get away! I'm not kidding. Go. Go back to wherever you brought this...this thing from Anathane."

"But I'm Kcaj. Do you not love me? I'm gonna cry!" The copy broke down and started to cry, and in the process grabbed Jack's boxers and literally tore them off. The teen almost vaulted backward as its hand came out to grab him.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?! Anathane, I'm serious! Stop this!"

"I'm Kcaj! Call me that!" it whined. Jack tried to cover up the massive erection he'd gotten from seeing Elassa riled up, even after getting off with Anathane a couple of minutes ago. He managed to calm Kcaj down a little while he thought of something quick.

"Okay, Kcaj, j-"

"You called me by my name! C'mere!" Kcaj yelled happily, leaping toward Jack with arms wide. Jack failed to get out of the wall in time and was forced to the ground by an insane, horny, and gay version of himself.

Jack punched Kcaj in the face and kneed him in the groin with all the force he had. Kcaj leapt off Jack and spun around in the sand on all fours, growling like a dog.

"I'm not fucking kidding. Stop it."

"Oh, I like you, Jack. I like you a lot. You're a guy who's used to getting his way? Ain'tcha? Well, I've got every little piece of you on and in this body. And that means that you're looking at a pure, unadulterated version of that sexy body just like yours. See these biceps? Mmmm, look at these abs too. I could do a strip tease for a hooker and get cash."

"Okay, now stop using me like that! You, I mean, whatever! Stop it!" Jack yelled. Kcaj smirked. The incubus frowned. Did he really look like that much of an asshole when he did that? Kcaj grinned widely and made a bodybuilding pose.

"Look at these sexy muscles? Wanna oil me up and see if I get as horny as she did?"

"Stop using my fucking voice! Anathane! Get rid of this thing! Anathane!"

'Oh, shut your trap, incomplete boy. Kcaj exists, and she's such a beautiful girl, isn't she?' Anathane's giggling made Jack's anger boil to the surface. Before, he was annoyed. Now, he was getting very pissed off.




Cemetery Summons Ch. 13



"Hey Jack, you wanna see something really fun?"

"No!" he roared. Suddenly, Kcaj jumped onto him and he toppled back to the ground, where the sand entangled his wrists, ankles, waist, and every other joint of his body. Jack pulled with all his strength, and cables of muscle and sinew rose on his arms. But Anathane was much stronger than his other lovers, and that was an apparent fact here. Jack could even feel his wings being engulfed in sand.

"Alright! Thanks Anathane, you're a pal. Now, here's the fun I was talkin' about," Kcaj said sneakily as she dropped to her knees right above Jack. Jack had no idea why he was thinking this, but he found it weird that Anathane called Kcaj a girl and not a guy. Was she really a 'she' with this body?

'Go for it. I'll be enjoying the view from every angle.'

"You ready, Jack? I'm gonna jerk us both off at the same time. So, you just stay hard like that and I'll do this." Kcaj put her throbbing erection against his and clamped them together with both hands. Jack couldn't take this. He squeezed his eyes shut and strained to ignore the fac that he was touching a cock that wasn't his own.

"Stop! Anathane, please! I'll do anything for you! Please, just stop it! I get it! Whatever I did wrong, I'm sorry! Please, let me go!" He was in tears now. Why was she doing this to him?! What had he done to wrong her in any way?

A shadow descended in front of his face.

"Incomplete boy, you've done nothing wrong. I simply love watching you in both positions. And I'll only let you up if you cum." Anathane kissed the tip of his nose. But instead of leaving, she stayed above him, looming over his body like a lioness in heat. Kcaj started stroking their cocks together, and Jack begged for a way out. Anathane didn't reply.

She simply winked and stuck her tongue out at him. Jack opened his jaws wide and clamped down on her long, soft tongue, trying to bring her close enough to kiss. He needed something, anything to escape from this even a little bit. Anathane brought her head close enough and Jack pressed his lips against hers. He released her tongue and the demon pulled away.

"A kiss?"

"Just one," she replied. They kissed and Jack thrust his tongue into her mouth. It wasn't like he hadn't explored this place before, but it had been so long since he'd really been able to kiss her that his memory was blurry. So, what else to do than explore anew?

Kcaj stroked him hard and as vigorously as she could, and Jack felt horrible that he was still hard. For God's sake, he had a cock against his own! That was embarrassing enough in itself, but the fact that it was a mirror image of his cock was just sickening! He didn't want to cum, but he had to if he wanted to get out of this.

He moaned as Kcaj hit a sensitive point and Anathane moaned back at him. She cupped his face in her hands and rammed her tongue into the back of his mouth, happily smiling as she did so. Their kiss was dissolving into licking tongues and taking turns choking into each other with their tongues. Jack fought to keep her lips against his, but she kept inching away every time their mouths locked together. He heard Kcaj let out a throaty moan.

"I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum!"

"She's gonna cum," Anathane explained to the incubus. He bit her tongue in half and swallowed it.

"You'd better not, fucking whore! I'll tear off that cock if you cum! I swear to God!" he roared at the top of his lungs. Anathane and Kcaj exchanged surprised glances.

"He's not really gonna..."

"I dunno. He's plenty pissed off," Anathane answered. Kcaj's pace only quickened and she contorted at an impossible angle and started licking their cocks. Jack bit back an unsightly groan and flushed red with embarrassment. Anathane laughed at him like an evil witch and he spat her poisonous blood back in her face.

She sat back up and the sand beneath the teen's head formed a small pile so that he had to watch himself being violated by a horny clone. Kcaj sank her mouth down on their cockheads and slurped noisily. Jack gritted his teeth and forced back tears. He wanted to be anywhere but here. Jesus, he'd love to have been sitting next to Satan right now than here!

Kcaj's pace got faster and faster with every passing minute, and she blew them both more hastily. She kept announcing that she was about to cum, and Jack could only wait for his own orgasm to near. But the closer he came to release, the less he wanted to. This was embarrassing!

He was about to get off to being jerked off, and sucked by a guy! Himself no less! Jack tried to close his eyes, but two gelatinous membranes grabbed his eyelids and held them open. Anathane sneered at him as he neared his orgasm.

"Jack? What's going on? Where'd...what is this?"

It was Elassa's voice.

She was about to see him like this. He wailed for Anathane to let him go, but she only tightened every grip on his body that she had, telling him she'd let him go when he came, just like she'd said before. Elassa sat down nearby with her hand to her head and a confused feel about her.

"No!" the incubus wailed.

"Just a little more..." Kcaj murmured. Jack squeezed his eyes shut and felt himself about to cum. He tried to hold it back, but a final lick send him over the edge and they came together all over Jack's body. He felt cum splatter in thick streams all across his chest and one even landed on his cheek. Kcaj slapped her hand down on his stomach and chuckled to herself.

"Nice shot. You sure got some distance there, kiddo."

"Get off, right now. Let me up. Let me go. Now." Jack felt his restraints fade away, and he sat up in an instant. Kcaj smiled up at him, and Jack glared with all the fury of an ancient god. He reared his fist back and punched his lookalike to hard that her skull cracked. The sand swallowed her up before he could do anything else.

"Have fun?" Anathane chided.

"Have fun? No! Today has been awful! First, school sucked, then I had to work a double shift at work! Elassa got drunk and I pulled her out of a bar, but only after I had to eat out a chick because Elassa ran up a huge fucking tab! You got pissed at me! I fought a boxer! I quit my job! Gave Elassa a mental meltdown! Got fucking jerked off by my clone! And I fucking got semen all over me! Fuck no I didn't have fun! The only good part of my day was when I got to be alone with Elassa! Fucking Christ!"

"So you did have fun."

"What is your major malfunction?! Anathane, no! I didn't have fun! My day sucked, save for one part! What's wrong with you? At first you were mad and threatened to kill me, then you wanted to fuck me, and then you tortured me! Are you mad at me or not? What the fuck do you want! Why is everyone I know bipolar today! Fuck!"

Jack pulled Elassa to her feet and kissed her. He didn't know what he wanted to do. He just wanted some kind of outlet to vent all of this crap on. And Elassa seemed to be the most desirable one right now. There was no way in hell he was turning to Anathane for help.

Much to Jack's surprise, Elassa started kissing him back. The incubus felt everything simply wash away like the ocean tide and held Elassa more tightly. They shifted over to the rock still waiting silently to be used, kissing each other more deeply and desperately. Jack giggled giddily with Elassa like doing something naughty wasn't commonplace for either of them. She pushed him back and kissed him again, more fiercely this time. Jack was already starting to forget all about his troubles as he looked into her happy eyes.

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It was actually surprising that those two could just forget everything that had just occurred and sit there like they were finishing out the best day of their lives. But they needed rest right now. They could always make love and giggle and play again later. There was still work to do, and even though it didn't look like things were getting serious now, they were.

Jack still had to go through with one last session with Elassa, the one where she'd lose control. With a deep breath, Anathane calmed herself. She changed the air around them into a chemical agent that would effectively put them to sleep for a time, and they were soon nodding off as expected. Anathane smiled happily and warped over to them, stroking Jack's hair gently.

She kissed both of them on their heads and turned to leave. And even though nobody would ever see it, a few words appeared on the side of the pristine white block.

Here lies a boy, with countless sins

And a girl that's quite insane

And soon to be two opposite twins

And a jealous Anathane.

A/N: Here's a longer chapter with a lot of twists and turns. Very confusing, yes, I know. 



Cemetery Summons Ch. 14



Jack spent a few more hours with Elassa inside of Anathane before he decided that it was time to leave and return home. He told her he still had a last day of school to attend before he could leave. She pouted, and tried to persuade him with promises that she would give him a brand new home and four beautiful wives if he decided to go now.

And, even though he knew that she was probably going to keep her word and provide everything in that promise, he still needed to tie up loose ends at school and with his friends. And there were a couple of other things he needed to do before he'd live down here and be happy until Armageddon came.

At home, he was pummeled to the ground by a pair of twins who greedily kissed him all over and told him how hard they were going to screw him. More than a few dirty words were used in the odd and horny greeting ceremony, especially by Niaf.

After everything was over and done with, Jack ordered a pizza and they ate a normal dinner and had a normal conversation and then took a normal shower together afterward. Jack could barely control himself as his three women ran their hands all over his body and cleaned him more thoroughly than medical instruments in a hospital. And to end this fantastic night, Jack went to sleep with his succubi curled up to his body.

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He woke feeling better than he had ever felt in his entire life. Last night had been awesome! He looked at Elassa's smiling face and kissed the tip of her nose as she slept. He lay in bed for what seemed like hours before Fain stirred and unwrapped her arms from around his thigh. A thick string of drool ran from the corner of her mouth to his crotch. She giggled when he winked at her.

"Oh master, we're going to have much more fun than last night when you return to the Sanctuary of Salvation. I desire a most pleasing session with you when we are settled in."

"Not if I can help it, kiddo," Niaf retorted as she slid up Jack's arm and grabbed his hand to push his fingers against her clitoris. She let out a soft purr in delight and kissed Jack's cheek. "I'm takin' ya all fer myself and hiding you away so only I can ever use you again."

"Knock it off you two. I'm trying to sleep here," Elassa groaned, nibbling at Jack's earlobe playfully. The teen, now fully awake and realizing that he was going to be in the middle of an all day four-way if he didn't move, sat up and threw off his female restraints. He looked at his clock and shrugged as he saw he was going to be late.

Jack ate breakfast and threw on some clothes before he grabbed his wallet and found two hundred dollars in it. He looked back to his bedroom and saw Niaf winking at him. Jack grabbed his backpack, car keys, and a coke out of the fridge before leaving. He waved goodbye to his three women piled onto each other in his bedroom window to get one last look at him.

Jack drove to the nearest Target Supercenter and hurried into the store with his two hundred bucks. Jack bought some lingerie, oils, a history book, a couple of computer manuals, and a few various other things. After that, he drove to school, and entered first period thirty minutes late. When he opened the door, Mr. Jacobi was busy writing another assignment on the board. He spun around in his chair when he heard the door open though. Somehow, Jack knew this wasn't going to end well.

"Good morning Jack. I thought you might not come to class today. You've been missing so much school recently, I'm surprised you haven't dropped out already."

"I'm sure that was some poor attempt at a joke, but my pity laughs were all used up on Rob's," Jack replied. He winked at his two friends sitting at their desks. "Actually, I'm moving today, so I'm returning my book and dropping off some stuff for my friends, and to make a last huzzah if you will."

Jack strode up to his teacher's desk and slid his English literature book onto it. He walked over to where his empty desk was and sat down. He then pulled some things out of his target bag and handed them to Rob.

"The fuck is all this? You never told me you were moving!" Rob growled in a low voice. Jack just smiled and set the things down on Rob's desk.

"These are a couple of manuals on how to break a few parental locks on your computer, and a little device, which I would suggest you google how to use, that will let you log the passwords and account setting on said computer. Jonathan, I have a couple of things for you, but they're a little bit more private and I'll give 'em to you at lunch."

Jack spent the rest of the class period chatting away with Rob and Jonathan while Mr. Jacobi sat at his desk, confused and bewildered. Jack could see it in the fat man's eyes, the pure discontent at having a student leave his class with the last laugh. When the bell rang, Mr. Jacobi managed to get a few last words in as Jack went to his desk to sign a paper about his textbook.

"You're dropping out of highschool. You do know that dropouts generally tend to be failures in later life as well," he sneered in the nicest manner possible. Jack shrugged as he scribbled his signature down on the paper.

"Don't care. Got four hot girlfriends that fuck me. Going to hell, see ya later Mr. Jacobi. Don't gain any more weight while I'm gone." Jack gave the man a curt nod and then hurried off to his next class before Mr. Jacobi could get another word out. The next two periods went by rather quickly, and Jack had a great time telling his teachers that he was leaving and that he'd quit his job and that he had a great future ahead of him. Mr. Johnson only smiled and wrote a quote up on the board.

'Bravery is not just embodied by men at war, but by men at work to better their lives. There is no better example than the man who throws away his home to grasp the whole world by the throat.' -- Your Teacher.

Jack left history with the biggest grin on his face, and he felt a little sad he'd forgotten to get Mr. Johnson something. But even with that thought in mind, he went off to lunch to meet up with the rest of his friends and give them the news and their gifts. At the lunch table, everyone gave him weird looks like he was about to jump off a cliff or something. He pushed the mood aside and grinned even more widely.

"Well guys, I see you've already heard that I'm moving tomorrow. So, I'll skip to the presents. Sorry it's on such short notice, but Target was the only place that was open. So, without any further adieu, I will hand out Santa's early presents."

"Wait, what's this all about? What happened to you Jack? Why are you moving?" Samantha asked worriedly. Jack pulled out her present first.

"I found a free living arrangement not too far away, actually, it's like I'll be in another dimension. But it's okay guys, I'll come and visit you. Sam, here's your present." He handed her the lingerie and she flushed madly red.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" she whispered angrily. "What if it doesn't fit?!"

"Don't worry. Recently, I've seen that you've got D-cups, so the top should fit well. Nick, for you I have a full historical record of the Second World War, complete with a list of over a hundred sources, most of them on the internet. Have fun buddy."

"Holy shit. Thanks Jack."

"And what about my stuff," Jonathan asked with an arched brow. Jack pulled out four magazines and handed them to his friend.

"Alright, four playboys. I had to stop at a gas station for these, and the guy gave me the fucking dirtiest look I've ever seen. Oh, and what I'm about to give Rudolf pertains to you too. So, here ya big German bastard, I give to you my computer." Jack pulled his computer out of his back pack and handed it, with his charger, over to Rudolf. The guy just sat there with the computer in his hands, staring at it.

"Dude, fucking quit it. What in the hell is wrong with you?! You're acting like you're dying! Seriously, you're scaring me!" Jack could see that Samantha was getting more and more worried by the minute. He stopped momentarily, and tried not to look at her. He sighed.

"Look, I'm not dying, I'm not killing myself, getting kidnapped, or going to China. I'm moving away. And I just wanted to give you guys your last hurrah with me before I left. Is that such a bad thing? I'm fine. I have a job where I'm going to move, and it pays daily. I'm okay, Sam. You don't have to worry about me."

"Look at yourself. You're giving your computer away! God only knows how many times you've told us you love that thing. What's wrong with you?"

"I'm fine. Oh, Jonathan, everything Denise Milani has ever produced is in a folder on the desktop, so happy late birthday. Sam, nothing's wrong with me. I'm just trying to do something cool for you guys before I move. Is that wrong?" Jack replied. Sam got up and walked around to the other side of the table where Jack sat, and grabbed his wrist. She pulled him off the bench and almost dragged him to one of the lunchroom doors and into the hallway. She pushed him up against the wall and glared at him.

"Jack, you're scaring me. What happened? This isn't something you would do! You wouldn't just...just leave without any plan or, or reason. What happened?"

"Nothing! I just decided to find a job and a life somewhere else? What's wrong? Why're you so up in arms about this?"

Samantha leaned up and kissed Jack full on the lips.

"Because I love you, stupid," she replied as she held back tears. Jack stared at her blankly. Out of everyone he knew, and out of everyone he could possibly think of, Samantha was the last person he'd thought those words would come from. She'd been his friend for something like thirteen years. How...

"What, what kind of love?" Jack hoped against hope that his assumption was wrong.

"I love you. I'm crazy about you, Jack. How am I supposed to say it any way else? I love you. I'm crazy for you. I'm in love with you. I can't stand to think of a life without you. Love!" She took a deep breath to calm herself down, and then took on a very guilty look.

"Look, Sam, just...fuck. Go to the bathroom and stop crying and then come back to lunch. We'll talk about this at my place, okay? Jesus, why'd you have to pick today of all days to tell me?"

"Because I didn't think you'd ever leave. It was like...well, I thought it would be how my mom said it would be," Samantha explained, wiping her eyes of fresh tears. Jack groaned.

"What do you mean?" He didn't like where this was going.

"Well, my mom found out about me liking you, and then she wouldn't stop bugging me about it until I told her everything. Then she started telling me how things could go and stuff like that. And we made all kinds of little scenarios where I'd finally tell you. Even though you already have a girlfriend, I was gonna do it anyway. I was gonna ask you to the prom and tell you there and see where it went, but with this and all..."

"Well, hell. Just come to my apartment after school today."

"Okay," she said. As Jack moved to leave, she grabbed his hand. "Don't tell anyone else, okay?" she pleaded. Jack nodded and she let go.

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Meanwhile, Anthony was at home, alone. All of the tenants of his boardinghouse were either at work or doing something of their own. It was rare that he ever got time alone nowadays. Ever since Jack had literally saved him, Kan had taken it upon herself to make sure that every waking moment of his life was spent either fighting her or fucking her. He barely even had time to clean the damned place.

Anthony finished wiping down the kitchen counter when someone opened up the door behind him. It was probably Evan bringing home some groceries or something. Anthony paid his tenant no mind until he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Evan? That you?"

"Yeah. Just here to drop off my mail. I've got a hot date today," the tenant said cheerily as he tossed his mail on the counter and grabbed his jacket. He stopped before he left and chuckled to himself. "Maybe you should find a girl? Might help with the, you know, recent tiredness."

"Evan, the day I take dating advice from you is the day I fuck a demon," he replied jokingly. Evan left and Anthony could hear him drive away in his gigantic black truck. That thing was as loud as Kan had been the first time she'd tried to rape him. He shook his head and tossed the paper towel away as he finished up with the countertop.

"I thought he'd never leave," Kan said. Anthony looked up and saw her holding herself up on the ceiling by four hooks meant to hang potted plants from. She grinned down at him and puckered her lips for a kiss. Anthony sighed and wiped his forehead of sweat.

"Close call, huh?" he joked. Kan dropped down onto the counter and sat with legs spread out, wet core exposed. She spread her purple labia with her fingers and stroked her pulsating erection eagerly. Anthony unbuttoned his shorts and his own erection sprang out again.

If Evan hadn't come home just then, he would have cum and had one of the best orgasms of his life. Now he was going to have to start all over. And that was fine with him. Kan spread her legs even wider. Anthony slid her forward so his shaft rubbed up against her. She let out a low moan and then bucked her hips against his.

"C'mon, keep goin' Anthony. You know how much ya turn me on when we do it out of the basement. I can actually see your face this time," she explained, waiting for him to plunge into her. Anthony rubbed her clit with his thumb and pushed her legs behind him. They locked at the ankles and pulled him forward. His shaft slid up her core and she shivered with pleasure.

"You have to ask me. You always command me like I'm your pet or something. I'm your lover, and you're mine."

"Please fuck me silly." Her voice was flat and annoyed.

"Beg me," he replied, flicking her clit with his index finger. Her eyes crossed. After a few moments of hard breathing, she bared her fangs at him, lips curling back in an animalistic snarl. Anthony stared her down, knowing her façade would fall any moment now. She always caved in when she wanted something and he withheld it.

Kan leaned forward very slowly, drawing out the process as her tits jiggled with the trembling of her body. Anthony bit his tongue as her pussy slid back down his shaft. Her ankles dropped down and she dug her heels into his ass, further rubbing them together. She hooked her hands around his neck and whispered into his ear.

"I do not beg for just anyone, you realize this of course. So, I will spare your soul on the condition that you make me cum, from both places." Her breath wafted across his cheek and drifted through his mind like a fog. Anthony felt a shiver run down his spine and a burst of adrenaline pumped through his overworked veins.

Kan's forehead rippled and her horn formed from the shifting skin. Her tail flicked around behind her mischievously, like it usually did. Her ragged breath was clear in his ear, every hitch, every inhale. He could even feel her heart beating through her breast against his chest. She waited.

"Say it," Anthony commanded. Kan kissed his ear.

"I want to be fucked silly," she whispered.

Anthony impaled her on his throbbing cock and she screamed his name as loudly as possible. She hugged his head between her breasts and screamed his name into his hair. Anthony bucked his hips against hers, enjoying fucking her against the countertop. This had always been one of his favorite positions in his mind.

Strong legs held him against his demonic lover and thick thighs soon became slick with sweat. Kan's voice rose with passion and she moaned his name again. She pleaded with him for more, and he looked up at her through the valley of her big tits. She rubbed her enormous blue cock against his stomach, yearning for more.

"You wanna try something really fun?" Anthony asked, hoping she'd take the bait.

"Oh yeah," she replied huskily.

"Well then bite your tongue and don't scream." She did as he commanded and Anthony took his shirt off. He ran his fingers up her long, iron-hard shaft and she squealed inside her mouth. He reached her cockhead and grinned widely into her bosom. Now the icky part begins, he thought as he played with her slit, halting the motion of his hips for the moment. He pushed down on her cock and Kan bit it head.

"What..." she breathed raggedly.

"I told you to bite your tongue, so bite it," he said. Kan shut her mouth and waited. Anthony pushed a little harder, sticking his index finger against her slit. She gulped with anticipation as he removed his finger. He suddenly forced his index finger into the end of her cock, down to the first joint. Kan gasped and then threw the entire upper half of her body against the countertop. She grabbed herself and held back the most enormous scream Anthony could almost feel coming up her throat.

Anthony started to pound her pussy again as he pushed his finger in and out of her cock. He loved to torture her, especially after their first time together, which was rape. Any chance he had of getting back at her by pushing her over the edge. She let out an unholy string of foreign words in a long scream, causing the lights to flicker and dim.

Anthony felt something pushing up against his finger, and realized that she was cumming right there! Her voice dropped several tones and more cum rose up her cock, stopped by the finger Anthony had rammed down the end like a cork. Kan's voice was low now, and she was chanting words demonically, eyes alight with fiery emotion.

Anthony couldn't tell if she was screwing with him, or if she was being serious. Even so, this was killing her. Anthony had to grab the end of her cock in his hand and hold it to him to keep it from flinging back up toward her face and spraying cum all over his kitchen. Kan's chanting became so deep that the words sounded as if they were melting like a wax candle.

"And beset from wailing doom, I yet return," she said, in plain and clear English, a red mist drifting out of her mouth as she spoke. She rose and grabbed Anthony in a lover's embrace, so hard that he could feel his bones being pushed to the edge. Her horns scraped agiasnt his forehead and her tail lashed around both of them to keep their sexes locked.

She slammed their hips together so hard that she came off the kitchen counter and knocked Anthony against the wall behind him, some five feet behind him. He felt as if he'd been hit by a truck, and slumped against the wall with the breath knocked from his lungs and strength sapped from his body.

The force of Kan's cum was so great that Anthony's finger was forced out of her body and thick ropes of cum splattered all over him, drenching the front side of his body in sticky, hot semen. And not only that, but Kan had another orgasm of a much different kind. Anthony looked down to find a large puddle on the floor, and found that his jeans were soaked all the way through.

Kan fell backwards and smacked her head against the floor, fiery eyes dying out entirely. Cum still leaked from both of her sexes, and her tail trembled and writhed of its own accord. Anthony watched her raise one thumb with all her willpower.

"Good enough for you?" Anthony chided.

"So. Much. Cum," she whispered.

"Too much," Anthony rasped. "How you get all this without any balls? Jesus, fucking God Christ whoever else is up there. We need to shower." Anthony's eyes drifted over her body, smooth blue skin broken by the occasional gobbet of cum. From the waist up, she looked like a pristine goddess with horns. And then the lower half of her body looked as if she were from some pervert's worst nightmare. Anthony shuddered at the thought of getting pegged by his lover. Kan giggled tiredly.

"Fear not. I...have no...plans on killing you. I like your...cock too much...to lose it." She lay panting for a few more minutes before picking herself up and hauling Anthony to his feet. She helped him upstairs and into his own bathroom, where none of his tenants dare disturb him. This place was like his basement, off-limits to any and everyone but himself. And her of course. She liked having privileges for once.




Cemetery Summons Ch. 14



"You know, Kan. At first, I was afraid of you. I really was. I thought you were just after my soul and you were going to eat me and torture me for the rest of my life," Anthony said, smiling at the ridiculous thought. He didn't see the pang of guilt crossing his lover's face. He went on to say, "And I really never told you this any time other than when we were having sex, but...I love you."

"You love me?" she said, surprised.

"Of course. And, I know that you really don't love me back, but I still want to say it meaningfully. I've never loved anyone like you before, or made love like you either. You're...I don't know. I'm tired, forget it," he said. Kan turned on the water and propped Anthony against her body so he could stand and let the water wash him clean.

"No, go on. I want to hear the rest of it," she said, holding him close.

"You're not like anyone else I know. I mean, sure Jack has like eighteen women hold up at his house, but...I don't know what it is about you. I've run all kinds of things through my mind, and every time I think about one of them, or someone else, everything always falls back to you. I end up comparing everything I feel to what I feel for you."

"You wanna know what that feeling for me is?" Kan questioned seductively.

"What?" Anthony replied eagerly.

"All those girls, all those beautiful, busty, young women; they're not yours. And you're not theirs. What you feel for me is ownership. Well, all that mushy crap and I have a nice fat cock to drench you in cum with," she sneered, kissing his cheek.

He felt her cock rise between his legs and she rubbed her shaft along the head of his growing arousal. Anthony shook his head sadly and tried not to thing of how bad it was that this was turning him on, even as her lips helped seduce him in a sinfully sweet manner.

Anthony knew he was a really sick man.

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"That was really nice of you to give all that stuff to everyone, Jack. Really. But what you got me is just embarrassing. Lingerie? When am I ever going to wear something this...this slutty? Do you even know if it fits me?"

"I know your bra size, Sam, if that's what your asking. And you don't have too much baggage back there, not as much as Fain at least." He pulled out of the school parking lot and Brandon's truck pulled up next to him. He got a call on his phone soon afterward.

"Hello?"

"So, I heard you were moving. Tell you what, I'm having a party tonight. Be there. I'll have a surprise for you." It was Brandon.

"It sounds really enticing, but I don't really enjoy hanging out with people I don't like. And, for the life of me, I don't think I can remember how to get to your house, unless you leave me a trail of drunk underclassmen to follow just like you did on Halloween," Jack said as he hung up. His drive home was enjoyable as he and Samantha made jokes and avoided the subject of her liking him and his leaving. Eventually though, they were at his apartment door. He hurried in and went straight to his room, where his succubi were waiting for him.

"Jack?" Elassa asked. The incubus held up a finger for silence.

"Scram until it's safe. I have company," he whispered. All three of his lovers disappeared in an instant and he breathed a sigh of relief. Jack turned back around and saw Sam dropping her backpack on the floor next to the couch. She flopped down on the large furniture piece and let out a long, bored sigh. Her eyes turned up to his anxiously, but she didn't say anything. Jack set his own backpack down and sat down on the couch next to her. She scooted back and put her head in his lap.

"So...you like me then?" Jack asked to break the awkward silence.

"I guess it's a little weird, huh? I mean, you've been my best friend for like thirteen years and I never told you for all this time. I was always too scared that you'd say no, or there were too many people around that would hear or something completely unrelated. I'm sorry it had to be the day you're leaving."

"Hey, it's fine. But, uh, I've been wondering. When did you start liking me?"

"Well," she gave him a guilty look. "You remember that day junior year in gym when the boys locker room piping busted and you guys couldn't use the shower?"

"Yeah, that was the day that Tom got hit in the eye with a rattail."

"Well, when you guys moved to the girls locker room to shower, I left my stuff in there, and when I went back to get it...you were just standing there at the sink, naked, and you were crying." She smiled at him, nervously, and waited for him to respond. Jack sighed.

"That was the anniversary of the day my grandfather died."

"Oh...I just saw you there, and I saw that look in your eyes. I just felt so sorry for you, and I just thought of you differently from then on. I guess that's why you're so much more mature than everyone else. Because you cry and feel. None of my other friends act like they can." She looked away, and Jack leaned down.

"Everyone cries, Sam. Don't think I'm the only person who does," he said. She looked back up at him and bit her lip.

"I know, but you're different. I just...everyone else has parents to take care of them. They...they just aren't like you. You can take care of yourself. Nobody else I would like can do that."

"Sam, I can barely hold myself together sometimes. I need a lot of help taking care of myself." Sam adjusted herself and stretched out like a cat. She closed her eyes, giving Jack the chance to eye her like he did Elassa and the others.

Sam wasn't that bad of a catch if you looked at her. She was pretty, smart, and she had a nice rack for someone in highschool. Of course, even Melissa's tits were bigger, but his landlady's personality was off-putting. Sam had some nice legs too from playing soccer.

"It sucks that you're leaving, Jack. I really wanted to go out with you, even if Alina's your girlfriend."

"She's not my girlfriend, really. We just went out a couple of times. She said her parents didn't want her going out right now, so it sort of broke off there. I'm still surprised that you like me though."

"So am I," she admitted. "I never thought I'd fall in love with anyone I knew as well as you. I always thought, you know, that I'd have the love at first sight thing and it'd go from there. Guess I was wrong, huh?" She rolled her eyes at him, trying to smooth over the awkwardness of it all. She wasn't doing a very good job of making anything less noticeable. She was embarrassed, confused, annoyed, and horny. He could see by the way her pupils pulsed ever so slightly that her heart was pounding with heavy, methodic beats. She wanted him, badly.

"You know, love is a weird thing. Are you sure you love me?"

"I love you, Jack." Her voice quivered a bit.

"Then close your eyes," Jack said. She obediently closed them and waited. Jack grabbed her beneath and back and the waist, and shifted her up so that she was straddling his lap. He kissed her hard, and she squeaked in surprise. She put up a shallow resistance that melted against him almost as soon at it had begun.

She let out a soft, pleased sigh and wrapped her hands around the back of his head. Jack grabbed her ass with both hands and scooted her up close with one movement. She jolted and tore away from their kiss.

"Jack!" she scolded. "Hell no. I'm not letting you take advantage of me." She looked uncertain, though she tried to put up a tough exterior and a firm no. He could, however, see that she wanted to, but she wouldn't allow herself to. It was like having a bag of candy, and eating only one piece to save the rest for later.

He could see it though, in her eyes. If he pushed just a little bit harder, then he could go all the way right now. But, she was his good friend of thirteen years. He didn't want to ruin that now, and he didn't want everything to change either. So he didn't press the subject any further.

"Okay, whatever you desire, mistress," he joked, removing his hands. "Just tell me how far I can go."

"None today. I'm already pushing my luck as it is. I don't live too far. I can walk home, so you don't have to drive me," she explained, getting up to leave. Jack wasn't used to stopping at this point, and he grew increasingly confused. In fact, he had never had to stop before unless it was going to threaten the secrecy of his lovers' existences or origins.

"Wait, Sam. I..." He realized that pushing his luck could ruin whatever was between them, so he sat back and decided it was best just to let her go. They had a brief talk about leaving and blah blah blah next time, yadda yadda yadda, and then the left. Jack growled at himself and grabbed his hair more out of confusion than annoyance or anger.

"Have fun?" Niaf asked as she appeared in the kitchen nook.

"No. I barely got anywhere with her. Fucking hell."

"I would not advise repeating those words any longer, master." Fain appeared in his lap, in the position Samantha had been in only two minutes earlier. Jack put his hands on her bountiful ass and squeezed hard. She didn't jolt, or even protest. She just sat there and let him knead and play with her body to his heart's content. 

"What's wrong with what I say, Fain?" he asked as he put his forehead against hers.

"You just might run out of juice if you get any more of us, honey," Elassa answered from his bedroom doorway. Jack kissed his orange-eyed succubus hard and her tongue entangled itself with his. Jack pressed harder and she put her hands at his neck, fanning her fingers out along the ridge of his spinal column.

"So bony," she murmured into his mouth.

"Course he is Fain. He's pretty horny you know. And watch out for that rogue finger there," the twin warned. Fain furrowed her brow and then jumped in surprise as Jack teased her anus with his index finger. She put a hand between their lips and frowned.

"Master, if you desire to oblige my requests, I request that you do so with another appendage," she snapped. Jack blinked in confusion.

"I can't tease you a little? Since when did you want to go straight into it without a little foreplay?"

"You desire foreplay? Why did you not say so?" she said, excitedly. She warped over to Niaf behind the kitchen counter and whispered something into her ear. They both looked over and Jack and giggled. Suddenly, they both scurried off into his room and told him not to look. When he turned to Elassa for help, she simply shrugged and plopped down next to him on the couch.

"So, how'd it go with Samantha? I take it not too well."

"No, not bad. Just...we didn't get anywhere. We just kissed a little, and when I pulled her up and got comfortable, she just up and left. I have no idea what just happened."

"She's shy, Jack. Don't be fooled by that though. She's plenty horny, just like me right now. See?" Elassa pulled his hand down to her pussy, and he felt her juices not just dripping, but flowing out. She moaned as Jack traced her womanhood from bottom to clit.

"She's this hot?" the teen mused. Elassa nodded.

"You saw her. You of all people should know how hot you make women naturally. And by the way, I just came, so don't touch me too hard."

"You came? Just now, from that?"

"Of course. You didn't realize that? You don't even know how many squirting orgasms you've given me, do you? How many of those things I've pumped right down that rod of yours? Ye gods boy, are you even aware of the number of times I've cum?"

"Not-"

"Jack, come here. You have some naughty maids in here that need immediate spanking," Niaf chimed from the bedroom, in a thick French accent. Jack got up and Elassa grabbed him around the waist. She purred into his ear softly before kissing him and releasing him to go see his other succubi. Jack grinned as soon as he walked into his bedroom.

There before him stood the twins. Fain was bedecked in French Maid outfit, headpiece, lack of panties, and all. She winked at him naughtily and arched her back. Niaf however, had made modifications to her uniform. The front was entirely normal, save for a lower cut neck line that showed what cleavage she had for her modest breasts.

The back however, was completely different. Niaf had only a crisscrossing pattern of lace all the way down to the skirt, which had been completely cut out with scissors. She arched her back for him, and stuck her backside out in his direction. She slapped her ass and winked back at him.

"So, big boy. Who ya gonna choose first? You want your naughty, or your nasty maid this time?" she hissed as naughtily as could possibly be.

Someone began pounding on the outside door of his apartment and Jack's mood fell. He straightened up and Niaf spun around to face him, one side of her mouth cock in a grin. Jack turned around and the pounding got even louder. He hurried to the door, trying to shift his throbbing hard-on in his jeans to avoid it sticking toward whoever he was about to chew out.

Jack unlocked and threw open his door as quickly as he could. In stumbled Anthony, ragged and panting. He collapsed as soon as he was inside, and barely managed to pull himself to his feet. He was trembling violently, like he was having a seizure, and all the hair on his body was standing on end.

Not only that, but his clothes were torn. The right leg of his jeans was ripped all the way down from the thigh and blood was slowly spreading across the denim. His white shirt as well, was ripped at the collar and more blood seeped into the short sleeve. His lip bled and his right eye was bruised and bloodshot.

"Holy...what the fuck happened to you?!" Jack yelled as he slammed his door shut and locked it. Anthony looked around and whipped his head around after nodding to Elassa.

"I haven't much time. She's on her way here, I can tell, fucking Christ! Ah! I can, damnit no! Okay, Jack, um...um, let's see, I need...I need, uh, blood! Yes, blood and chalk and candles, and...no, that takes too long! No! I...damn it all! Get me a bowl or a pot or pan...something round! Quickly!" His voice cracked and his ragged breathing got worse. Sweat dripped down his wounded brow.

"Holy hell, what the fuck happened you?! You...who did this? What the fuck man?" Jack was really confused. What the fuck had happened to you?"

"She, there's no time. Get me a pot or a bowl quick. There's not much time, Jack, please." Anthony took a large metal pot from Elassa as she handed it to him. "Thank you. Now, alright, uh, a flat surface. Do you have an untiled floor or something? Fuck!"

"Yeah, my bathroom is just concrete. Like your basement. Slow down, what the fuck is wrong? What's going on?" Jack was left with no answers as Anthony rushed into the bathroom and dumped out a pocketful of white chalk, a shard of a broken mirror, and a crumpled up piece of paper. He spread the paper out and flipped the pot upside down. He took the mirror piece and cut his thumb with a hiss. He traced the rim of the pot and lifted it, tossing it swiftly into the bathtub nearby.

He worked furiously, and with shaking hands, managed to draw a star and a larger chalk circle around the one drawn in his blood. He scribbled runes and other weird symbols in the space between the two circles, and then stood up. He swayed as he walked toward the mirror over the sink and licked the blood off his thumb.

He dipped the chalk in his hand into the fresh blood weeping from his wound and drew something that looked like a third eye on his forehead. Once he deemed it sufficient, the amateur warlock let himself fall back down next to the circle. He picked the paper back up and read something off it. The third eye on his forehead grew bright and Anthony slumped to the floor, curling up into a ball.

"Elassa, Fain, Niaf, Jack, Anathane, Kan," he murmured under his breath. The eye drawn on his head grew even brighter and Jack shielded his eyes with his arm. When the light died down, he smelled cooked meat. He had a bad feeling about what he was going to see.

"Anthony. What's going on?" Jack turned his friend over to find smoke rising from the eye set on his forehead. He gagged. The smell was coming from Anthony's burnt flesh, and the glowing red eye on his head.

"Help...help me up. Water. I need water please," he begged. Jack hauled Anthony to his feet and set him at the sink. Anhony fumbled with the knob until water streamed out of the faucet, and then drank the water greedily, panting and groaning as Jack helped him stay on his feet.

"I hope this worked," he panted. "Please have worked, please God let it have worked," he said, blinking away tears.

"What? Tell me what's going on!" Jack yelled. He swept Anthony up and carried him into the living room, where Nif, Fain, and Elassa were all waiting anxiously. Anthony crumpled against the couch and lay there panting while he collected his thoughts.

"She's coming, like she came for Kan. She took Kan, Jack! She just took her and I...there was nothing I could do. I didn't have time...I, she just stole Kan away!"

"Who?!" Jack shook Anthony as the man started to cry.

"Dalaria! She just stole Kan while we were doing it! She just...Kan grabbed my leg, she held on while she was being pulled away! Kan! I'm so afraid, Jack! Dalaria just stole Kan right out from under me, and everything I did amounted to nothing! Kan!" Everything after that was simply unintelligible as Anthony buried his face in his hands and cried, blood leaking through his fingers.

Jack had never seen Anthony like this before. Here, just yesterday, he'd been the happiest man alive with his lover. The crying mess of a hurt man lying before Jack wasn't the Anthony he knew. There was nothing Jack could do.

He looked at his succubi, and they all had the same look of pity and fear. Fain put a hand on Anthony's shoulder and rubbed it, but Jack doubted his friend even noticed there were other people in the room at all. He just cried his eyes out.

"Jack?"

It was Anathane's voice that called out to him. Jack turned his head to Anathane as she walked through his bedroom door, running her fingers through her teal hair. She looked at Anthony for only a second, and then broke into tears.

"What's wrong? Anthane?" Jack moved to comfort her, and she dropped to her knees as she hugged him tightly.

"I'm so sorry, Jack." Suddenly, her grip tightened and Jack could barely move. Out from Jack's bedroom walked a pale woman in a set of silver paudrons and purple corset with white and gold trim. Two long horns erupted from the back of her head and nearly touched the ceiling at their greatest extent. She stood there in front of his doorway for a moment, looking about with two piercing blue eyes. Then she turned her head and glared directly at the incubus.

"I was surprised, at the very least, to know that you had hidden these three away. As you can see, I have more ways than one to find them. I will be taking them now, and you will not follow."

"Dalaria..." Anthony whispered. He stood, trembling for a moment. Then he was calm, and his emotions rose to the fore. It was as if the righteous fury of a thousand ancient warriors filled his body. "Give Kan back to me."

"Hold them," Dalaria directed as she stepped forward and brought the massive axe in her right hand up above her head. Jack's eyes went wide. He clawed at Anathane, but she resisted with everything she had, crying. Jacks efforts were next to worthless as Anathane's ridiculous strength held him exactly where he stood.

"Get her Anthony!" he begged. But Anathane held him as well, with four tentacles keeping him spread-eagle in the air. His third eye blazed bright red like the morning sun. Jack's muscles strained and his veins visibly pulsed as he tried to break free.

Dalaria slashed the air before her with her enormous axe and the very reality of the world shimmered. The air fumed and vapor sprayed out in every direction all at once. Jack's entire body froze at the sight as the shimmering streak ripped open and out came light and noise and color. What Jack saw was inexplicably beautiful and horrifying and enlightening and mind-numbing all at once. He couldn't even begin to describe what he saw through that rip in reality.




Cemetery Summons Ch. 14



Stunned, he barely recognized Fain and Niaf being tossed through the tear, reaching back for him. He raised an arm toward them as they disappeared into nothingness before his eyes. Elassa lingered for a moment, both hands outstretched, before she too disappeared altogether. The last to leave was Dalaria, a cold gaze aimed at Anthony. She shook her head.

"Ye of the cursed blood," she began, and then looked up at Jack sternly. "And ye of the forbidden blood, are never again to feel the touch of hell. As ordained by God and by Satan. Seek now redemption for your crimes, lest ye be punished by your Lord."

And with nothing more to say or do, she disappeared in the blink of an eye and the rift closed behind her, as if it had never been. Jack held his arm out of a few moments, disbelief still roiling around in his mind. This couldn't be happening. This just...it was impossible!

Realization hit him like a ton of bricks as Anathane loosened her grip and set him back down on the floor, sobbing silently. She backed away from him on her knees and let a waterfall of teal hair shield her face from him. Jack stood there, his mind in a haze. Why would this happen to him on today of all days? Nobody's luck was this bad. It was just impossible that today, the day he had planned to begin the rest of his life, that this would happen.

He wanted so badly to kill that woman, Dalaria, the one who had stolen his lovers. His! And with nobody else to vent his seething, intense hatred on, he grabbed Anathane by the throat and slammed her against the wall. His claws bit through her flesh and red mist spurted out like steam. Anathane struggled to breathe, but didn't lift a finger against him. She just sat there and let him choke her as hard as he could with both hands. His thumbs had bitten so deeply into her throat that he couldn't see them anymore. They were buried inside her.

"Wait, Jack," Anthony gasped as he got up from the floor where Anathane had abrubtly dropped him. "I can help." He limped over to them and put a hand on Jack's shoulder as he choked the life out of his lover.

"What?" growled Jack impatiently as his grip lessened on Anathane's neck.

"Anathane, do you...know anyone, ah!" Anthony tried to catch his breath, but all he did was cause his panting to get worse. "Anyone that...in hell...that could help...us get them back?" Anthony dropped down on all fours and panted like a dog. Jack growled and released Anathane completely, helping Anthony to his feet.

"There may be one, Nyx. She may take pity on you. But we have to work quickly. We've wasted too much time already. Hurry," she said with urgency. Anathane grabbed Jack's wrist and stabbed it with a tentacle. His arm turned pale as blood was drained from him in almost an instant. He fell back against the countertop as Anathane drew a large circle on the wall and filled it with hundreds of intricate patterns and designs and a great star in the center and several other designs that seemed vaguely familiar.

"I need a bit of blood from you too, Anthony. Jack hasn't a bit of spellbound blood in him, you do." She sucked blood from Anthony and painted it on the circle as well. And after a short incantation, the grabbed Jack and Anthony and dragged them through the wall as if it weren't even there.

Jack fell into complete darkness as Anathane whispered an apology and something stabbed him in the back of the neck.



Cemetery Summons Ch. 15



Jack awoke to a dull throb in his head, and splitting pain running between his ears like a current of electricity. He bit back a groan, knowing from experience that if he made any noise, he'd only upset his aching head. The incubus opened his eyes blearily, trying to blink away the drowsiness diminishing inside him already.

Beside him, something stirred slightly. He gazed at a reddish blur for the longest time, until he rubbed his eye with his knuckle and let out a silent yawn. That too hurt, but the throbbing was beginning to dissipate as the blood previously pooled in his head began to spread back through his body. After a scant few seconds of vertigo, he was upright and rubbing his eyes.

He gave examining the red thing a second try, and this time, he almost jumped in surprise. It was a little girl, hands on his knee to prop herself up as she leaned toward him, dazzled. The red on her was her fiery red hair and robe. Jack thought it amusing that she looked like a little red devil, even though she was so cute.

Wait, girl?

Where the hell was he? Where'd Anathane taken him that children would be? This certainly couldn't be hell, no, children didn't go to hell. Did they? He examined the girl, who couldn't have been more than four years old, and found that behind her robe were two red wings and a little red tail like his own white one.

"Mama!" the girl called, very shrilly. Jack's ears pounded like someone was crushing his head with an anvil. "The unicorn is awake!"

Unicorn? Wait, she was talking about him? Jack didn't care much as he soothed his pulsing head and massaged his temples. The little red girl threw on a hood and giggled giddily as she leapt away, arms outstretched like she was pretending to be an airplane, and ran off somewhere else. Jack closed his eyes for a few seconds as he dragged himself to his feet.

After a while, he regained his balance somewhat and searched the room for any sign of familiarity.

If he'd seen this place before, then he had been clubbed to death and resurrected without any memory of it. The place was nearly as large as a superbowl stadium and the ceiling looked at if it were miles above his head. The walls were painted in gold, or made of it, and glimmered in the light of an unknown source, spreading a gold hue all across the entirety of the place.

Out of the golden walls peered leering gargoyles, with long fangs and fire leaping from their mouths like lava that disappeared just before touching the floor. Their ruddy red eyes seemed to be staring into his soul, and their clawed hands and long teeth reaching for it hungrily.

Although the place was furnished with no furniture at all, a large pool of dark blue water ran from just a few feet away to the other end of the massive span of golden floor. Jack found the little girl running along the lip of the shallow pool, laughing merrily as she made airplane noises and entertained herself happily.

"He...hello? Who are you?" he called. She stopped and turned around, running back to him with her arms out to her sides still. When she reached him, she latched onto his leg and clambered up his body until she was resting on his shoulder, giggling again.

"I'm Limarei," she replied. She pointed one tiny finger toward the gigantic doorway at the opposite end of the golden room.

"I'm Jack. Hey, where are we?" he asked. She giggled.

"Silly! We're in Mama's house. Mama! Mama!" she called, hands cupped around her mouth to magnify her voice. Suddenly, the doors opened and a black shape appeared between them.

"Limarei, honey? Is...oh, he's awake." The black shape suddenly turned into a woman as she warped to Jack's immediate location. He stepped back, more out of surprise than anything else. He still wasn't used to people being able to do things instantly.

Before him stood a succubus, obviously so because of her black wings and tail, and lack of demonic horns. But she wasn't like the others. Her skin was charcoal-black, dark enough to put midnight to shame. Though her skin was so dark, her hair was a fiery scarlet, and it ran down her back and shoulders like a cascade of vibrant blood.

"I assume you're 'Mama'?" Jack said expectantly, removing Limarei from his back to hold the girl out to her mother. The succubus smiled gently, her deep grey lips parting.

"Thank you. You may call me Nyx, as many humans have before."

"Nyx! As in the goddess Nyx?" Jack stammered.

"Indeed. I assume that your name is not Unicorn like my daughter insists. You must be called Jack, am I right?" she purred, staring at him intently with eyes akin to endless dark voids. It took a conscious effort for him to draw his gaze away from them, and to keep it off her ridiculously well-endowed chest.

"Oh, yeah, my name's Jack. And him, over there," Jack motioned over to where Anthony lay. "That's Anthony. Anathane told me that you could help us."

"Of course. Niaf is one of my older friends, and Anathane as well. And I have much fondness for Fain and Elassa as well. I was told of your predicament before you awoke, and even though I did entertain the thought of killing you, I decided it best to give you my resources to help further your progress." She gave him a brief smile before Limarei leapt back onto him and wrapped herself around his shoulder.

"You're fun to play with!" she exclaimed happily.

"She seems to have taken a liking to you," Nyx said.

"Surprising, considering I've never been good with kids."

"Unicorn is big and strong! He's more fun to ride than Mama!" the little girl exclaimed as she clambered onto Jack's neck and wrapped her legs around it. She sat with her chin resting on the crown of his head, grasping his one full horn with a dainty hand.

"Well, you must have indeed caught her interest. Some days, she refuses to leave my person," Nyx explained with a small giggle. She turned around, massive black wings folding around her exotic body like a shroud of midnight.

And was she ever built! Jack could barely get over her shape, let alone her assets and face and gaze! She had broad, muscular shoulders and not a thick neck, but not so slender as the twins or Elassa. She was tall as well, easily an inch taller than he was.

Along with her broad shoulders, she had a chest even bigger than Elassa's by at least two cup sizes. They were literally as big as her head, and they looked as big as Anathane's the time she had remodeled herself for him during their first meeting. Swooping down, her body didn't make so much of an hourglass shape as he'd thought it would.

She held sort of a, gentle slope, from her vastly protruding chest to her wide, womanly hips and thick thighs. She was built like a fucking brick house. A real big, beautiful Amazon. And damn it was the look sexy as anything he'd seen before! God, he was already turned on simply by staring. Nyx looked back as he followed her down the hallway past the massive double doors, smiling gently.

"Well, it seems as if the rumors of your lust were not exaggerated, Jack," she remarked dryly as they continued to walk. For the first time, Jack suddenly realized that he was entirely naked, and his erection was sticking out in front of him. He flushed red with embarrassment and tried to cover himself up. Nyx turned around and unfurled her wings to reveal her shapely form once more to his hungry eyes.

He drank in her image like a starving bear does honey.

"Perhaps you would like to relieve yourself with my body?" she suggested, holding her arms out to either side like she was a servant to be commanded. Jack, rather embarrassedly, shook his head and brought his white wings to life behind him. Limarei clung to one and laughed merrily as Jack tried to gently shake her off. He covered up his front with the other.

"Um, no, I'm fine thank you. But, uh, what exactly are these rumors about me? Nobody really knows about me here, right? I mean, I've never been to a Sanctuary before." He tried to make sense of the situation, but he couldn't find a single reason why there would be rumors about him here of all places, in hell!

Again, Nyx gave him a soft smile that flustered him and aroused him more than ever. Nodding softly, she relaxed a bit and spread her wings out fully, arcing them as she stretched the leathery black skin to near transparency. He could see orange torchlight through them, like looking at a flashlight through one's hand. Though strangely, her wings had no veins to speak of.

"You possess four lovers from hell, do you not?"

"Yes, well, that's complicated. Anathane's not really..." he trailed off as her gaze hardened.

"You are bedding with four of them, then?" she asked, making it impossible for Jack to deny the apparent adultery that was going on under his roof.

"Yes."

"Your lust is renown in the Sanctuary of Salvation for being very powerful. You are a virile young incubus, to say the least. Anathane has spread tales of your abilities all across the four Sanctuaries."

"No, no that's not true. She...God damn that woman. How many people know about me?"

"At least one sanctuary is teeming with new, young succubi awaiting their own Jack Archer to take them to unknown heights of pleasure and undiscovered depths of love. In the Sanctuary of Deliverance, you are, as mortals say...every little girl's fantasy?" Nyx chuckled at the joke as Jack began to grow more and more disheartened.

"Anathane laid my entire sex life out for everyone to hear like it was some storybook?" he clenched his fists tightly and felt his blood begin to rise.

"She also released visions of such things to a select few thousand. I have them on record if you would like to revisit them. You seem...troubled?"

"How can I get her here?" he growled. Nyx raised her eyebrows in surprise.

"Who?"

"Anathane. Where is she and how do I get her here?" he snarled, gritting his teeth as his claws cut into his palms.

"Anathane said that revealing your presence was-"

"Anathane!" Jack roared at the top of his lungs, steaming mad. Something inside of him was bursting at the seams. She'd shown his extremely emotional and personal life to thousands of complete strangers without any form of his consent of even one care for his feelings. He trembled with rare and raised his head. "Anath- mphf!"

Nyx grabbed his head and smothered him in her seemingly endless cleavage. So tight was her grip that he had to fight her for air. When he was finally able to breathe, he glared up at the succubus from between her breasts.

She shook her head and put a finger to her lips. He simmered for a moment, until he gave in and grabbed her breasts gently. She let go of his neck and smiled softly at him, as if she thought he was doing something cute. He frowned and Nyx raised her eyebrows.

"You must not let your emotions rule you. If you allow yourself to become angry, then your soul fire will burn brightly enough to be distinguishable even here. And you may continue if you wish. I don't mind being fondled by you."

"Fon...oh, sorry," he said embarrassedly. Jack released her and stood back up while trying to get Limarei off his wing. Nyx looked quite amused.

"I didn't say that I wanted you to stop."

"Um, well, while we're, uh, just talking here...how much did Anathane tell you guys? Did she reveal everything?"

"Let me put it this way. It's been twenty years since the first rumor about you began to circulate. Your lust is legendary," explained the charcoal-skinned succubus with a slight grin. Jack groaned.

"Don't say that. Please, just, lie to me or something. Tell me nobody knows about my sex life around here,' he begged. Limarei giggled.

"Auntie Anathane said you were a big one. Mama, is he a big one?" Limarei turned her head back to her mother, whose grin was widening visibly.

"He's a big one, Limarei." She directed her gaze toward him. "Anathane was right about that."

"Of course." Jack rolled his eyes as he spoke. Limarei dropped off his wings and began running down the long hallway with her arms out at her sides again, pretending to be a plane. Nyx bayed Jack follow as she walked after her daughter, curling her great wings around her body once more to hide herself away. Only this time, she left, very specifically, her ass clear for him to see.

At first, Jack didn't think she noticed, and followed her without trying to think too much about it, even though he was hard and horny already. But when she reached down and ran two fingers along her backside, he understood that she had left herself exposed for a reason.

Jack reached forward tentatively, wondering if this was going to turn out as he thought it would, or if she was just teasing him. He pressed his fingertips against her flesh, and a chill ran up her spine. There wasn't even a pause in her step, and she continued walking as if nothing had happened at all.

He gave it a squeeze and she tilted her head to the side.

"You say something?"

"Nothing at all," he purred. She shrugged and the massive doorway that lay before them began to open. He couldn't see beyond the room's entrance because it was far too dark for his mortal eyes to see. He took his hand back and Nyx slowed ever so slightly. 

Limarei hugged his bony wing like a rope and crawled toward his head, grinning and giggling happily as he waved the white appendage up and down more out of need to squirm than to really try to throw her off.

He didn't feel comfortable with Nyx. It was like something in the back of his mind was nagging at him that she wasn't telling him everything, or that she was untrustworthy, or something of the like. He could feel something like an ulterior motive for taking him in, lurking just beneath her black skin. But if she had such thoughts, she kept them well hidden.

Her façade was impenetrable, and Jack doubted that even with prodding, that he could ever get out of her why she was doing this for him. As far as things went here in hell and the Sanctuaries, nobody did anything out of charity. They did it out of lust, duty, or the prospect personal gain.

"Thanatos, would you please reanimate these dead flames? We have a guest," Nyx said as she passed through the doorway.

"Of course, mother," replied an eerie, chilling voice. Jack was amazed as the darkness lifted as quickly as a match could be lit, and the room was bathed in a wash of orange light. The light revealed a structure of monolithic proportions standing beneath a ceiling of shadows, so high that not even the light reached its murky surface. The place must have been bigger than anything man could conceive, and impossibly build, for no structure of such enormity would have ever been able to stand on earth.

"Oh no," Limarei whispered. She dropped down behind his shoulder and trembled slightly, peeking around like she had seen something frightening.

"What?"

"This is Big Brother's room," she answered, warily scanning the room for the man.

"Thanatos?"

"Guest of my mother...you have brought a troublesome burden with you," came the eerie voice again, this time from right next to Jack's ear. The incubus jumped in surprise at the words and stepped back.

"Sorry, I didn't know you were so close, he explained embarrassedly to the man before him. Thanatos nodded slightly, but his grey eyes flared from beneath his dark hood. He stared at Jack for a long while before diverting his attention to his sister.

"Limarei. There is business to discuss with this...incubus." Thanatos extended his arm and a pale, almost paper-white hand came out of the robe's sleeve. He curled his fingers to signal he wanted her handed over to him. But the girl cowered in fear.

"I don't wanna go back to the other side of the ceiling! It's scary!" she shouted.

"It is not scary, Limarei. Now come here. You will only be in the way if you remain in his presence."

"No! I won't go!" she yelled fiercely. Jack saw Nyx walking toward them, and paled at the thought of her angry. If she was anything like Elassa...

"Thanatos, leave her be for now. She has her unicorn and he is perfectly content to enter your abode. Right Jack?" She looked at him as if he had no other choice.

"Uh, right," he answered timidly. Beneath Thanatos' hood, a large murky grin formed, and he swung his arm slowly toward the entrance to the massive building before them.

"This way, honored guest."

Thanatos led the way up a flight of obsidian steps toward the entrance to his impossibly large home. As they moved, Limarei became increasingly nervous and fidgety. Twice, she buried her face in the crook of his neck and held onto him like he was the only thing protecting her from her worst fears. Both times, it had been Thanatos' gaze that had inspired her fear.

When the four came upon a pair of obelisks lining the steps, they lit up with dim grey light and began to billow smoke from their bases. It seemed like some kind of overly dramatic ritual to Jack, and Limarei didn't like any part of it.

When he checked to see if Limarei was alright, (and she wasn't) he saw that the steps were entirely shrouded by thick smoke and the stuff was closing in like a huge curtain about to swallow him whole. He hurried up the steps to catch up to Thanatos and Nyx, but she he reached the top, they were nowhere to be found.

Above, the smoke was a roiling black miasma that leapt down in long tendrils, like weird ethereal tentacles that disappeared only seconds later. Jack felt like he was about to walk upon a haunted castle or something, like in some cheesy horror movie. And this one wasn't cheesy at all. It was the scariest fucking thing he'd even experienced.

Shaped leered at him through the smoke as he turned in all directions for some sign of familiarity. There were none. He was totally lost in this little realm of darkness, where the smoke and smog clotted together to form a veil of darkness to hide everything from him. Jack knelt down and took Limarei from his back. She clung to him for dear life, and shivered with fear. Her voice was meek and scared when she spoke.

"I wanna go back."

"I don't know which way is back. Hush now Limarei."

"I wanna go back! Mama! Mama!"

"Hush Limarei. Hush, calm down. Nyx! Nyx, are you there?" Jack received no answer but a slight giggle in the distance. Limarei began to cry against him, clawing at his chest with growing nails. Jack felt warmth growing against his chest and tried to lean back from Limarei. But she clung fast.

"Where are you Mama?" she whispered. Jack watched in horror as Limarei was enveloped in black smoke and dragged into the darkness. Her nails clawed at the cold stone floor and she screamed in terror. "Mama!"

"Limarei!" Jack roared. He leapt toward her and grasped her tiny fingers. She screamed again, and was then sucked into the darkness and shrouded by the thick fog. Jack got to his feet and ran toward her voice as she begged for her mother to save her, but he couldn't reach her. Whatever had her in its grasp, it was too fast for him to catch.

"Mama!"

Her voice was so far away that he could barely hear it.

"Nyx! Limarei is in trouble! Help her!" Jack yelled, running after the child's voice.

"I am well aware of that, sweet boy. Find your eyes and rear your head. See if you can find her then, sweet boy," she snickered. And Jack found that this was too much for him to handle. He stomped his foot, and the smoke parted around him. His fingers grew to claws and his teeth to fangs.

"Nyx..." he growled low in his throat. His forehead hurt and his eyes burned. "Nyx, you'd let this be done to your own daughter? How...how could you let this happen?" Jack felt something inside him building like air inside a balloon. Something like thunder rolled overhead and the smoke thinned considerably.

"If you want to do something about it, then find your eyes. Rear your head back and howl," she told him, laughing audibly. Jack's blood began to boil as his horns revealed themselves. He felt his eyes burn even more intensely and he put his hands over them to sooth the feeling.




Cemetery Summons Ch. 15



"Nyx!" he roared at the top of his lungs. "Is this how you'd treat your daughter?!"

"So what if I tease my children a little? At least I'm there for them," the succubus teased. Jack's heart stopped.

"After my sixth birthday, I didn't have a mom, Nyx. I can't stand to see parents abuse their children, when the kids didn't do a damned thing wrong." Jack could feel his anger about to explode forth, and the smoke finally cleared for about thirty feet in every direction.

"They're my kids, J-"

"You're their mother!" Jack shouted, stalking toward the red blur on the floor some fifty feet ahead of him. "They deserve a damned parent! Not a torturer!" He stalked across the space between him and the red blur, and found that it was a woman lying on the floor in tattered rags, short red hair matted with blood. Jack balled his fists.

"This is Limarei, isn't it?"

"And if it is," purred Nyx's omnipotent voice.

"Limarei?"

"Ngh. J...Unicorn? Where, where are you?" the woman asked groggily.

"Right here Limarei," he answered, dropping to one knee next to her. The girl, now a busty redhead, dragged herself to her knees and put a hand to her head. She collapsed against him and started to cry softly, subduing her sobs so that they came out as short exhales and gasps.

"I hate brother. I hate him. He always tortures me like this. The Beast of Darkness will come soon. Take me please, help." Her voice was meek and scared. She trembled in her arms and looked around as if she were anticipating the arrival of the Beast of Darkness any second now. Jack took a deep breath to calm his nerves. What the fuck was going on?

"Limarei. What's the Beast of Darkness?"

"Brother sends it to find me when I get lost...and it's scary...and it chases me around. And I get so scared and I just wanna see Mama again! She protects me! Mama! Find me Mama!" she cried. Jack hugged her tight and looked about. The fog was closing in again, and the roiling ceiling of blackness was now beginning to drop snow. All about him, little flakes of snow were lazily dropping through the air.

"Limarei. Hush, calm down. I'll protect you from it. Hush now," he soothed, stroking the back of her head. She buried her face in his chest and he closed his wings around her. Limarei cuddled up into his lap and her thigh brushed up against his erection. She looked down and Jack's entire face turned bright red.

But she didn't say anything to him. She just rubbed it with her thigh and nuzzled his chest as a lover would. Jack felt a little guilty having her like this when his four lovers were either taken or under someone else's thumb. Limarei turned her face toward him and snowflakes hit her cheeks. But instead of melting, they smeared as she cried herself out.

Jack caught a flake on his finger and rubbed it around between his fingertips. He realized that it wasn't snow at all.

It was ash.

"Begin, begin, with silent din," came an ominous voice from just ahead. Jack peered into the greasy grey haze, but all he could see was the ash and fog that had gathered especially thick around him. As the voice faded, the black tendrils of the ceiling retreaded through the falling ashes and out of his sight.

"It's here," Limarei whispered fearfully. "It's coming to get me. Mama! Save me!"

"Be still and breathe, please. Just breathe for me," Jack begged as she began to shake violently. Her shaking got worse when she grabbed his hand and squeezed it as hard as she could. Wings ripped through her back and rivulets of blood erupted from her mouth. She threw her head back and the blood bubbled forth from her ruddy red lips.

Her eyes exploded into two balls of crimson fire and blood spilled forth from her eye sockets. Jack was so horrified that he couldn't even move. She spat blood into his eyes and gurgled on it as her shaking turned into a horrible seizure. She tore at Jack with long claws and kicked him and beat her way out of his arms and onto the floor.

There, she flopped around like a fish out of water. A pool of blood began to form beneath her and she smeared it into the thin blanket of ashes. Jack could only stare, as she lay there, body splayed out before him and helpless. The incubus glared angrily up at the smoke and ash above.

"Nyx! Help her!" he yelled. The succubus giggled as blood began to leak from her daughter's ears as well. Limarei sounded like she was choking as the blood pouring from her mouth waned.

"Why? This is so very entertaining. Wait until she begins to scream."

Jack wanted to cry, and a large lump started forming in his throat. What could he do? She was dying right before his eyes, and Nyx was just letting it happen. Jack ground his teeth together and fumed. What could he do?! She was dying!

"Help! Mama, help! No! Mama! Save me, please! Help, Mama! Please!" she screamed. She writhed around in the warm slush created by her blood mixing with the ashes. She was covered with the stuff, all over. She wept and screamed for help, but as far as Jack could see, nobody was coming to her rescue.

"On, on, to woman yon," came the voice from before, that belonged neither to Thanatos nor to Nyx. Jack shivered as he felt a presence looking down upon him from above. But all he could see was the impenetrable grey fog.

"No! Go away! Mama! Help! Please, Mama, please help me!" Limarei let out a terrible scream, so loud and full of fright that it shook Jack's very bones. He decided it was time to do something.

So Jack grabbed Limarei's wrists and pulled her upright. She scratched at him, but he pulled her in close and hugged her as tightly as he could. She tore at his bare back, screaming for help all the while. Jack pulled her short red hair and yanked her head back.

"Limarei! Listen to me! I'm here. Please wake up."

"I...Mama! Is that you?"

"No, Limarei. This is Jack. Wake up. Please."

"But I'm so scared! It's coming for me!" she screamed.

"Limarei, you're hallucinating. Wake up. I'm here." Jack said. He waited for a response, but Limarei just sat there, her claws dug into his back still. She was like a statue. And then her lips split into a grin and she pushed him down on the floor, which was more like a lake of her blood. She traced a line down the center of his forehead and let her finger rest between his eyes for a moment, licking her bloody lips seductively.

"I'm awake, Jack. Now it's time for you to wake up too."

"What?" was all Jack could say before she pushed her lips against his. The eerie voice spoke again. And this time, Jack couldn't see anything to save his life after the words faded into smoke and darkness.

"Wake, wake, from calming lake." Jack breathed deeply and felt a warmth envelop his entire body.

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Anthony shot straight up from where he lay and red light glared at him from above. Since red light was less vibrant than white light, he didn't have the urge to shy away or sneeze like he usually did. His heart was beating so fast that he could have just run a race for all he knew. His head hurt, burned really, on the surface.

And his thumb felt like he'd smashed it in a car door. But for the most part, he didn't have any apparent serious threats to his bodily stability. He got up and stretched his sore body.

For what seemed like such a normal and automatic gesture, it was excruciatingly painful. Anthony dropped to his knees and gasped in pain as muscles protested vehemently to being used. So, while he was tethered to the floor by his own frailty, he took note of his surroundings.

All around him were trees and shrubs colored black, or green and seemed black against the red light that shone down from wherever its source was. He didn't even know if it was a sun that was making the light. He wasn't on earth after all; he was supposed to be in hell. He ran his fingers through the grass beneath him, and found it surprisingly soft and comforting.

Anthony wondered briefly whether of not he was actually in hell, or if something had been screwed up in the process of Anathane's unholy work. The amateur warlock prayed that his fear was misplaced and that everything had gone correctly.

Suddenly, he heard footsteps and his entire body went rigid. He had to hide, fast. Even as pained and sore as he was, Anthony's fear of being found by someone who was not his friend, especially in hell, drove him into the nearest bush where he huddled up into a ball. As the footsteps drew nearer, Anthony heard labored breathing and scraping of metal against wood. Branches fell off a tree near his hiding place and some dashed out into the opening in the trees.

A woman burst through the trees, brandishing a long runesword in one hand and a ball of cloth in the other. She stood entirely naked, facing the center of the clearing where a body lay on its side, unmoving.

But she paid no attention to it as she looked about and brought the cloth to her nose. She breathed deeply and stuck her blade into the grassy earth at her feet. The woman spun around and stared right at Anthony with the sweetest smile on her face that he could ever have imagined. It was all he could do to keep from moving toward her.

"Found you~" she sang. As she started toward him, Anthony began to back away further into the brush. Apparently, she was offended, and grabbed with her tail, the long blade that she had previously stuck into the ground. A worried look took the place of her smile.

"Oh fuck! Oh Fuck! Oh fuck!" Anthony whispered as the woman slashed branches and bushes out of the way to reach him. He bit his thumb and managed a small rune on his left palm. The blade cut through the air so close to Anthony's face that he saw a bit of his own hair falling before his eyes.

"Why are you running?" asked the woman in the sweetest, most innocent voice he'd ever heard. He fought his inner desires to give up, and glared up at her.

"Because the last time I fought, I was almost killed. I'm a lot better at running away." Anthony let out a groan as something sharp pierced his shoulder. With horror, he traced the silver blade from her hand to his shoulder, where blood oozed slowly from his body. The woman smiled eerily and licked her plump, pink lips.

"Then run rabbit, run," she said.

Anthony found himself in an extremely bad position. Between a rock and a hard place was an understatement. And for all the sheer terror in his body, the fear of being stabbed was supreme at the moment. His stomach lurched as he realized he was going to die.

This was it.

This was his final hour. His final moments flashing before his eyes were all he'd ever see again. He was going to die here, in hell, with a sword through his chest. Sadly enough, Jack was still lying on the ground, lifeless. He wouldn't ever get to see his lovers again. Anthony thought of his own lover, Kan. He wished he could see her face one last time.

He cried. Silently, he cried for her. He couldn't imagine what was happening to her right now, or what she was thinking. He knew she wasn't the sad, scared type, but he couldn't help but feel that something horrible was being done to her and she was waiting for him to rescue her. He felt his salty tears streaming down his cheek and placed his hand on the blade rammed through his shoulder.

The pain didn't even matter. He knew that somewhere in the back of his mind that his consciousness was still there, setting off warning alarms that he was dying. He didn't care. If he was dying, then there was no way he'd stop it. Not like this.

Anthony felt so useless. Thinking about it for a moment, he realized that he was in way over his head. Jack wasn't, not by a longshot. Jack was immortal, some kind of demon-incubus now that he'd been completely removed from humanity. 

He would be able to survive this, and probably wrench the blade from his flesh without much trouble at all. Anthony, himself, was unable to do anything but despair and wait for death. It seemed so common these days, that death was waiting for him, in the form of Kan's claws, a sword, an axe, what have you.

But for what it was worth...

He didn't feel sorry for himself.

No, he felt sorry for his friends and his lover. He was never going to help them, and they might actually fail. Not that it had been the brightest idea to go against hell and expect victory anyway. But it had seemed plausible at first. Really, who would expect such a small group, of perhaps three or four people trying to break prisoners free, in such a huge place as hell?

Anthony raised his left hand to the blade and touched it very gently with his fingertips. It pulsed, and then vibrated vigorously. The woman, who he now recognized as a succubus through her tail, wings, and lack of horns, retracted the weapon from his body and backed away slowly.

Anthony stood, then staggered forward as blood poured from the open wound. Slowly, he began to realize that he wasn't on the ground anymore. So he put up the pretense of being able to fight. Perhaps he was going to get cut to mincemeat? Who knew?

And then suddenly, he saw himself falling into her arms and being dragged across the grass. He couldn't feel anything, not the dainty hands beneath his arms, the tail around his stomach, or the grass beneath his feet. All he could feel was the slow, thunderous beat of his heart. He experienced a warm, and then icy feeling flood his shoulder, and cringed in pain as it spread all the way down his arm.

His consciousness slowly returned to him and Anthony was thoroughly surprised to see that he wasn't dead. Instead, he lay in a pool of blue water with only his head propped up against a rock at the surface. He blinked confusedly.

Wasn't he just about to die three seconds ago?

"That was close. I thought you were the wrong person for a moment," said the same, sweet voice from before. Anthony simply sighed. Whatever.

"What made you stab me then?"

"I didn't know you were you, Lighthouse."

"Lighthouse?" Anthony said more to himself than to her.

"Your head. You look like a lighthouse with that big eye shining on your head. It's actually kind of funny to look at." She giggled, but Anthony couldn't find anything funny about it. He had a Gorgon's Eye on his forehead, and it still hurt, even after the ritual circle was probably gone.

"Not so funny when you can barely hear their heartbeats," he murmured dourly.

"Barely? You expect a resounding hammer falling for every one, even when they are so far away? The fact that you can hear them at all, especially his..." She pointed to Jack. "Is nothing short of a sheer mastery of dark magic. But you've only just been introduced to our side of the world, correct?"

"Look, if you've got nothing important to say, then piss off," Anthony snapped at her.

"Oh, I'm so hurt! Look how deeply you wound me!" she said with feigned insult. She drove her blade all the way through her chest and then just left it there as she twirled around like a ballerina. Anthony didn't even care to say anything as he sulked in the cold water.

"Oh," she whined. "I didn't mean anything by that! It was just a joke, see?" She quickly pulled the blade from her body, completely clean and free of any gore whatsoever. After hearing no reply, she simply shrugged and plucked Anthony from the water with her tail.

"Put me down," growled Anthony.

"You're in no position to make demands, you know."

"Put. Me. Down."

"No," she retorted. "And just for that, I'm not going to let you fuck me."

"Does it look like I care?" Anthony questioned sardonically as she started to walk off in the direction she had come from originally. She started talking again, mostly to herself at first.

"Although if you beg me, I'll reconsi- What? You don't care about fucking this?" She spread her hands along her body and moaned as three fingers reached her wet arousal and a hand squeezed one of her breasts.

"I only want the woman I love. The only reason I'm here is because I need to find her."

At that, the demon frowned, but said nothing more. She simply took her hands away from her body and walked through the clear-cut swathe of destruction she had wreaked through the trees on her way here. Anthony, meanwhile, had things to worry about.

Like for one thing, the only article of clothing on his body that remained even the tiniest bit intact were his pants, and even they were being worn down by her rough, barbed tail. After a while of zero talking and a lot of banging his head against sharp, cut branches, the demon giggled and turned her head toward him. Anthony snorted and looked away as a wide, fanged grin began to appear on her face.

"By the way, my name is Atheria. It's very nice to finally meet a real human brave enough to come all the way down to hell for his lover. We don't get many of you these days."

"And why is that?" Anthony asked, taking the obvious bait.

"Oh, well, you know the whole thing about demons, right? Contracts here, contracts there. You humans are so fickle that you leave us no choice but to bind you to your agreements. But, that only happens on earth, your territory." She licked her lips.

"Does this have a point?" asked Anthony with a sigh.

"Of course. Well, here in hell, we don't need any contracts. We demons can't exactly take what we want from you, because you few are so rare. So difficult to find you it is, that the last human to venture down here for love was Greek. Pre-Roman Greek mind you. Pre-Macedonian Greek too. You do understand that this makes you rarer than diamonds?"

"And...?"

"Being so rare, I want to hoard you and flaunt you to everyone I see and keep you all to myself. But that would be selfish, and I'm not the selfish type anymore. So, I've come up with a fantastic solution as to what to do with you."

They suddenly shifted through reality and ended up in front of a doorway to a large, ornate stone building set beneath a canopy of vibrant black trees. The demon opened the double doors and tossed Anthony onto the hard, stone floor. He growled in complaint and picked himself up slowly.

"Begin, begin, with silent din," rang a voice from behind the woman. She backed away, still with lips split in a look of deceitful satisfaction, and waved goodbye. Then she slammed the doors shut and a large wooden beam swung down and locked them in place. Anthony turned to face the room, and his eyes went wide with wonder.

Before him lay dozens of naked succubi, splayed out on a very thin sheet of water that coated the floor like a wet rug. They stared at him, hungrily, like starved wolves ready to strike at him at the earliest sign of weakness. He couldn't put up any kind of front, because he knew it was useless.

But directly ahead of him, there was one who was different. Instead of pale skin like that of a porcelain doll, with alabaster breasts that jiggled like jello, or tanned skin that would have put any avid surfer to shame, she had cobalt skin. She stared at him knowingly, drinking in his presence as if she had intimate knowledge of him the others didn't. Even with the reddened light, their skin was vivid and clear.

"Kan..." Anthony murmured under his breath as he realized that between her legs, there pulsed a long, dripping erection. Now, Anthony was by no means gay, or homosexual, but he did recognize his lover when he saw her. This was Kan, and there was no mistaking it.

And just the very sight of her aroused him, through memories of all the time he'd spent with her over the past few weeks. He hesitated for a moment, suddenly realizing that this couldn't possibly be real. This must be some trick of his imagination, because she was being held somewhere, and her heartbeat was so very faint and far away.

"On, on, to woman yon..."

After a moment of staring and gawking at his lover, the voice had resurrected itself from the back of Anthony's mind. He didn't want to listen, knowing only disappointment would await him. This couldn't possibly be her. It wasn't like his Gorgon's Eye was lying to him. It couldn't do that, not even if he wanted it to, because it wasn't his.




Cemetery Summons Ch. 15



And then she spoke.

"What's the matter Anthony? Forget who you're fucking already? Geeze, you're hopeless, aren't you? Well, I guess that's why I love you though. So cute and helpless." The giggled to herself and spread her legs wide for him.

Anthony suddenly found himself believing his eyes.

He stepped into the water, which only came up to the top of his foot. As soon as he did though, the succubi began to move toward him, getting to their feet with lustful gazes and drooling mouths and wet lips ready to nibble all over him. But all he could focus on was Kan, and her beautiful form waiting for him.

But as he reached the midpoint of the shallow pool, the succubi began to cling to him. One extremely pale and busty one grabbed his arm and pulled it between her massive mummeries. She licked his shoulder seductively and breathed hot breath into his ear.

"You make me so hot! I want to suck you off forever," she exclaimed to him.

"No thanks. Been there, done that, and it wasn't pretty," Anthony replied briskly as he tore his arm from her hands. Two more, one tanned and the other remarkably dark-skinned pushed their flat chests to his and started kissing and rubbing him all over.

"Let us please you, or you please us. It matters not," exclaimed one.

"Come with us, tasty human," the other begged, dragging to one knee. This time, more of them began to pull him in different directions, and it was all he could do to keep his eyes on Kan's face. He growled with frustration and kicked one of his captors in the chin, knocking a hole in the swarm growing around him. He stumbled out of the unruly mob and headed for his lover again.

And this time, he managed to avoid getting bogged down by forcefully knocking aside his living restraints with his fists. They broke off as soon as Kan gave them a sideward glance, as if his demoness lover was their master.

He stood there in front of her for a long while, with the sheer weight of the situation being forced onto his shoulders. He had no idea what to say, or even think. He felt like crying, but he felt like pulling his hair out in frustration too. After the silence wore on for what seemed like hours, Kan finally spoke in a soft, loving tone.

"I knew you'd shine bright enough to light the darkness for me."

"Don't I always," he remarked, suddenly feeling the words just fly off his tongue at the sound of his voice. She loved it when he played the cocky know-it-all around her, because even though she was like his dominatrix at times, she loved it when he knew what he was doing.

Kan stood, and her massive, throbbing arousal almost poked him in the rips. But instead of backing away in fear or disgust like anyone else would have, he hugged her tightly to his body and buried his head between her breasts. He couldn't believe it! It really was Kan!

"I missed you so much. I never thought I'd see you again!" he cried, keeping her tightly locked to him. She kissed the top of his head and gently pried him away. He looked up into her loving eyes, and she put her palm over his forehead. Suddenly, the red light faded and died altogether and the room went black. Anthony felt a sudden lack of substance where Kan had just been, and reached in all directions to find her.

"Wake, wake, from silent lake."

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Anthony sat straight up and gasped, a cold sweat all over his body. His head spun for a moment and he reached out for where Kan had stood only moments ago. His fingers grasped thin air, and his heart sank as he realized that he wasn't even in the room he'd been in moments ago.

It came to him that he'd been dreaming, and his arms dropped slowly to his sides. A lump formed in Anthony's throat as he realized that his lover had just been a hopeful dream, a wisp of his own imagination meant to lead him on to his desires. Usually when he had these dreams, Kan was right next to him when he woke up, whispering into his ear nasty things she wanted him to do with her.

But now not a single whisper could he hear.

Nothing, save for his own labored breathing. He felt tears building in his eyes, and ground his palms into his face to keep it from showing. He slowly realized that there was someone else her with him, and turned to face them. After thoroughly wiping his eyes of tears, he saw that it was Jack lying next to him in a shallow hole in the floor.

Hole in the floor?

Anthony made a double-take as his eyes scanned Jack again. The guy seemed to have been thrown against the floor so hard, that he was in an impact crater. Where he lay, the floor had been broken into bits of rubble, and a large slab of concrete, or something of the like, jutted up like a headrest behind him.

He stared emptily toward the ceiling, breathing, but lost in thought. Anthony was getting worried. Wherever they were, it was walled in and they were trapped if whatever dwelled her wanted them to be. It looked like they were in some kind of palace, from the looks of the ornate carvings and paintings adorning the walls. Torches burned different colors, or simply fire spitting from demonic faces and leering animal heads.

With a disappointed sigh, he simply resigned himself to wait. He was in no hurry to go off gallivanting off into unknown territory without Jack. That was suicide, because he was only human and Jack was now immortal and infinitely more powerful.

After lying on the floor for quite some time and staring at the most disgusting painted image he could have ever imagined, a door opened somewhere in the distance, and Anthony let his head roll to the side to see who it was entering the gigantic room. He might as well have been looking to the end of the universe, the newcomer was so far away.

But in an instant, the tiny blur was suddenly very near him, and swaying her hips with every step. Anthony looked a woman in the face now, a woman with eyes like black holes and skin like black paint. She smiled at him, revealing teeth like white stars. Fiery red hair fell across her shoulders as she leaned down a bit toward him.

"I take it you had pleasant dreams?" she mocked in a kind voice. Anthony rolled his eyes.

"Jack, someone's here for you," he said.

"Nyx?" the incubus asked.

"Of course it's me," the dark succubus replied coolly as she picked Anthony up with one arm and set him on his feet. "Did you enjoy your nap? Hypnos did, playing with the two of you."

"If you're not going to tell me where Elassa and the others are, then fuck off. I don't want any more of your perverse dreams to run around in like I'm in a rat race." Jack didn't sound happy. Actually, he sounded pretty angry.

"Oh come now, it wasn't that bad. And there was a reason for all this too, not just to have a little fun teasing you two. And I must say, it was interesting." Nyx turned around, and as Jack followed her, Anthony thought it best to stay with them since he had no idea what was going on or even a vague idea of their location.

"Interesting? I doubt your sense of humor is much better than your taste in entertainment," Jack remarked coldly as he balled his fists tightly.

"You flatter me. But we must get on with this; mindless banter is quite fun with you however. We had to see how well you might fare in hell, if we might need to take you away from my home some time."

"And...?"

"Jack, you did splendidly. You exhibited wrath, pride, lust, envy, and greed. Anthony, you did not do so well, with only lust. That, however, can be a good thing in some ways."

"How the hell did I show pride and envy?" Jack growled.

"When you fondled me, you took for granted that I would be impressed with it. Pride. And when Limarei called my name out instead of yours, you grew jealous of me, and very horny. Both lust and envy skyrocketed there." She smiled at Anthony as he stared at Jack, who was turning red with either anger or embarrassment.

"Wow."

"Oh, let's not forget you, Anthony. Anathane told me about you, stupid daring warlock. You'll fit in great here with all that lust and variety in you." She turned away. "Hypnos, dear, come down and say hello to our guests, you too Thanatos, and Limarei as well! Oh, Atheria, he's here now! Come and see him."

"Fine, thank you mother! I'd rather not play with your toys," called a jovial and joking voice.

"Hypnos," the succubus warned.

"Yes mother," replied the voice.

"Here mother," said as man draped in long, black robes that shadowed his face, followed by Atheria and a little redheaded girl on her shoulder. Anthony scowled at Atheria, who flashed him an impish grin and licked two fingers seductively.

"I was not aware that we were having these guests today. I might have come with more to play with had I known," she said. Meanwhile, Nyx tried to spark a conversation with Jack again, jovially laughing at him. Anthony watched Hypnos walk up and put a hand on his brother's shoulder. The response wasn't friendly.

Anthony didn't care at all about any of these people, well, besides Jack. None of these new people mattered at all to him. All he wanted was to see Kan again, and without her, he felt empty inside. As he sighed, Hypnos walked over to him and grinned.

"Like your visions?"

Anthony recognized the voice.

"You made me see her!"

"Of course I did. I hypnotized you," Hypnos replied with a smile.

"Motherfucker!" Anthony exploded with rage and leapt upon the god with all the fury of a hurricane. He tore off the pendant around Hypnos' neck and smashed it against the god's face, drawing a fountain of blood from his brow. Hypnos cried in pain and Nyx turned around, worried.

"Hypnos!" she cried. Anthony felt a pair of hands pick him up and toss him away. He hit the ground and rolled to his feet, steaming with anger. But he saw the damage he had done and that helped the spark inside him die down a little.

Hypnos had a broken nose and three of his teeth were on the floor. His brow bled still, and he had a large black eye. He'd heal fine enough, but the damage was considerable for a four-second attack. The warlock tossed away Hypnos' pendant and made for the door.

Everyone stared at Hypnos as he bawled like a baby.

"Shoulda just shot him," said Jack as he caught up to his friend.

"Let's just go before things get ugly," Anthony replied, bereft of any witty comebacks as he came off his rage high. That empty feeling returned and he shook his head slowly. He really missed his Kan.

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Nyx smiled as the two guests in her house left without another word. Well, she thought to herself. That was a nice surprise. Chalk wrath up for the warlock.

"M-My teeth! He knocked my teeth out! Thon of a bith!" Hypnos yelled through the gap in the front of his mouth. Nyx scowled at him.

"Quit whining. I knew it was a bad idea to let you play with his mind. He's a human. Of course he was angry at you. Now go get some rest. Thanatos will be there later to put your teeth back in for you."

"Yeth mother," he replied dejectedly.

"Of course, mother," Thanatos replied.

"We'll just have to wait until Anathane comes back here to get everything in order. For now, they're just guests like everyone else. Which means they're open game for whoever wants them. You can't monopolize time or body parts yet, understand, Limarei?"

"Yes mother."

"Good, now when Helena finally comes out of her room, we'll have Jack get rid of her ithyphallophobia. I can't wait to see my baby start fucking that boy!" she exclaimed. Limarei huffed at that, and folded her arms across her tiny chest.

"If you didn't make me wear this damned choker, I'd be fucking him like there was no tomorrow," she scoffed.

"Be patient, Limarei. You can't go around assaulting every attractive boy that gets thrown in here, not often at least. Let him take Helena first, and then you can have him until he leaves. I doubt he'll come back after that, but who knows? He may be able to play the part of Prince Charming and save his princess."

"Princesses, he's got three, right?" Atheria interjected.

"Princess," Nyx corrected. "He's doing this for Elassa only."

"Why?"

Nyx smirked. "Oral sex."

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A/N: I apologize for the late chapters. I hope you enjoyed them. My regards. 



Cemetery Summons Ch. 16



It was some five days later before Jack and Anthony were ready to talk to their hosts again. As mad and frustrated as they were because of their dreams, the two had decided that their stomachs would be their masters and gone off in search of one of the residents to ask for food.

The host they found was Limarei, and Jack was less than happy when she gave him a once-over and licked her lips like he was a snack to be devoured or something. And besides, she looked like a six-year-old. It was just plain creepy and wrong to have a little girl wanting him.

"Got a boner still, I see," she stated out of the blue as she led Jack and Anthony down a long hallway lit by more torches of all different colored flames. Jack scowled at everything he saw.

"I can't help it. All I can think about are my women, and I can't find an attractive outlet anywhere in here," he retorted. Limarei looked genuinely hurt.

"If mother would let me take this damned choker off, I'd be all over you until the red sun never rose again. But, right now, I can still tease this wonderful cock of yours," she chided in her juvenile voice. Jack shuddered as horrible images slipped into his mind, and he quickly shut them out as soon as they could arrive.

"Not on your life," the incubus growled determinedly.

Limarei shrugged. "Sooner or later, Jack. You're gonna brick in my mouth. There's no way around it." She opened her mouth wide enough to show that she was plenty capable of making good on her statement.

With that, the little girl ran on ahead with her arm out to her sides. Things couldn't have been any more unfortunate for the incubus at this moment. He was trapped here, because the entire house was like a maze he would never escape from without help. And the only people who knew how to navigate their way through the endless corridors and rooms were the owners.

Everything here leered mockingly at Jack, as if he were a lost little puppy to be taken advantage of at every turn. Even the people here played games with him, and he felt quite helpless against their overwhelming power.

Even his lust was abated because of the fear and anxiousness they instilled in him. This girl even, though she was much more than a mere toddler, had far more power and cunning than he did, by so much of a difference that he was absolutely nothing to her but a toy.

But unbeknownst to Jack, he was also forbidden fruit.

Nyx had forbade any notion of his being a sexual entity. None of the many servants, or any of her children, were allowed to make any sort of move on him until she said they could. And since it was her house, her word was law.

There was one, however, that was allowed to even touch Jack with the intention of getting heavy affection. Nyx's fifteenth daughter, Helena. She was the smudged diamond of her mother's impressive flock of children.

And Jack was on his way to finding this out.

At one of the corners, Limarei stopped and turned around on her heel, smiling mischievously at Jack. He started to back away, and the girl darted toward him. He was quick enough to escape her hands, but not the foot she swept behind his ankle. She pulled back and yanked his leg out from under him with the force of a truck. Jack tumbled back and a corridor entrance slid open to swallow him whole.

And then it closed around him once he was flat on his ass and cursing like a blind sailor. Limarei shouted through the solid barrier that he was going to have to find his way out if he wanted to eat, and then left. Anthony hadn't said one word. Scowling, Jack let his eyes adjust to the lighting. He got to his feet and cursed as he started off down the new corridor, dimly lit by embers of long-unattended lanterns.

At the end of the long tunnel (the roof was only a few inches above him) he found a heavy oak door with a large, old-fashioned door knocker on it. Without a second thought, he pushed the door open and shining toward him came bright light that was almost overpowering in its intensity.

His eyes refocused and he stood in awe of an entirely new place. It was like something out of a fairytale.

The place was a dome in structure, but resembled a garden more than a building. He strode forward through a field of waving grass, a warm breeze kissing his the nape of his neck. He heard something, very soothing and soft, almost like music, coming from over the other side of the knoll.

He began up the hill, and passed under the shade of a huge oak tree as he reached the crest. Looking down from atop the knoll, he found a peaceful scene before him. He hadn't expected to see something like this in hell, well, that wasn't true. Right about now, he was literally prepared to see anything at any time for any reason.

The knoll was actually part of a wide ring of raised land that sloped down toward and surrounded a shallow lake, with a tiny island at its center. On the island stood a pristine, white gazebo with vines creeping up its supports, and a bed or roses lining its edge.

Again, everything was peaceful and surreal. Jack had to rub his feet against the grass to make sure it wasn't just another illusion. Though he couldn't be sure, he was hopeful that this was reality and not just another dream that would end with him being the butt of a sick joke.

Jack strolled casually down the hillside and reached the lake's edge. Water lapped quietly at the silt and Jack watched his reflection ripple and curl with its motions. He realized that the music was back again, this time clear and crisp.

He looked up from the clear water and saw a woman in the gazebo, sitting by herself in a chair with a large cello against her shoulder. Jack blinked hard. There were cultured people in hell too?

Jack hurried over to a stone bridge that linked the island with the rest of the land around the lake and made his way over to the island. The music stopped the second he put his foot on the gazebo floor, and the blonde woman tilted her head to the side, her body facing away from him.

"I hear you. I have never smelled you before though, which must mean that you are a lost guest. Please, come and sit. I will play something for you," she said in a timid voice, directing him meekly with her bow to sit of the bench that rimmed the inside of the gazebo.

Jack quietly took a seat somewhere behind her and she moved to play the cello again. But she suddenly paused, and her fingers curled around the neck of the instrument.

"Something the matter?" Jack asked.

"Might you have any requests, before I begin? I would like to please your tastes if I am able," stated the woman. "I am Helena, if you are wondering, fifteenth daughter of Nyx."

"Beethoven's Fifth Symphony?" Jack pondered aloud. Helena moved to play once more.

"I have not thought of such a thing in a great many years. Such music I thought too much for no occasion. And now, hands, speak for me," said Helena.

She drew the bow across the cello's strings and out poured Beethoven's Fifth Symphony. Jack stared in amazement as note after note sprang to life. Helena's movements were precise, mechanical, quick. She played without pause or flaw, and Jack could only be in awe of her as for half an hour, she played without incident.

When she was through, she sat still and thought for a long while. Jack thought it would be appropriate for an audience to clap for their entertainers, after such a display of hard work and discipline. When he clapped, she jumped in surprise and stiffened visibly. So Jack stopped, and she relaxed once again.

"I...I have never had an audience before," she said finally after an awkward moment of silence. Her cheeks turned red and she put the cello against her shoulder again. "Would you like to hear another song? I know almost a hundred from the mortal realm, and I have written several thousand of my own if you would like to hear some of them." She sounded almost excited, but anxious and nervous as well.

"Would I? Hell yes I would!"

"Helena's Seventeenth Solo, in B flat," she said. Again, music began to pour forth from the instrument. But this time, she spoke to him while she played. "What is your name?"

"Oh, I'm Jack."

"And where did you come from, recently? You do not smell as a demon should."

"I've been here, in this place, for a while."

"That may be it," she murmured as the notes came progressively faster and faster.

"So, Helena, I'm kinda wondering where your wings and your tail went. That is, if you have them," he said, trying to sound a little less intrusive that he was actually being. Helena took a deep breath and the tone of the song changed gradually as she thought.

"I do not enjoy looking at myself in the water, when I have those things. I am disgusted with the impurities in my soul, so I hide them from my eyes. I play music to keep my thoughts occupied, lest I begin to side further down that I am already."

"Further down? I don't get it. You're ashamed of yourself?"

She nodded slowly. "I am disgusted with my thoughts. I hear this music, so beautiful and full of pure, uncorrupted emotion. Anger, happiness, joy, sadness, worry, love, excitement. I hear them, and I am ashamed that I will never be able to understand them. Am I to never truly feel, cursed to forever live a shallow life?" Her voice quivered slightly.

Jack turned his gaze to the floor and searched his mind for an answer that would help. He didn't like seeing anyone in their doldrums, because he never could see around the hurt they felt. He thought long and hard while he listened to her still playing the beautiful solo.

"Did you write this music, Helena?" Jack said.

"Yes, I did."

"And you put these notes together to show emotion, to give life to something inside you? Isn't this music full of the life and emotion inside of you? Isn't the music itself your excitement and love and anger and joy?"

She stopped playing.

"No," said the woman sadly. "It is not. It is a shallow copy of what humans have put together and played for the very hearts and souls of others. I am nothing special. I simply strive to imitate them so that I may try to hear and feel what they did."

"You know, Beethoven was deaf."

"W-What? Deaf?" stammered Helena dumbly. "That's impossible. He...he couldn't hear the music he was composing that way...that's...it's impossible. Nobody can compose such beautiful works without the ability to hear them!"

Jack said, "If a deaf man can write and compose symphonies that are played the world over, and even here in hell, then can't a woman who thinks she thinks she can't feel do the same?"

"It's different. Even if he was deaf, he could still understand what he felt. I can't make anything of what I feel for anything at all!"

Jack sighed. "Look, what do you feel when you talk to me?"

"I feel...anxiousness, and-and nervousness, and excitement. I have never spoken to anyone for as long as I have spoken with you now," she admitted softly.

"Um...okay, that's a good start, I guess. So you feel excitement? Play me a part of any of your songs that feels exciting, anything at all." Jack waited while she thought, and then she put the bow to the strings. She pulled it across, and then stopped, trembling slightly.

"I...I can't do it. I'm so scared. I've never been asked to do anything like this before."

"Look, just play something you wrote that you feel is exciting," Jack explained.

"But what if I play the wrong part?" she asked fearfully.

"There is no wrong, only what you feel. If you can't do exciting, then take something other than that and play it. When you play, whatever you feel while you're doing it is emotion. You can feel, Helena, anything you want to. Just play and see what happens."

"But I...you're pressing this so hard...and...and..." She began to play something, very soft and quick. Jack glanced up and watched her hand slide across the neck of the cello, up and down, her slender fingers pinching and moving across the strings at a pace he hadn't seen her play before.

"Took you fucking long enough," he whispered annoyedly under his breath.

"It's...it's so...wonderful! I can hear it! It feels good!" She began to play even faster, and the notes became slurred together as the bow's horse-hair strings began to fray and snap. Helena played and played until the bow's strings were all gone, and the wood scratched against the cello angrily. She jumped at the noise and turned red, her entire face and neck a bright crimson.

"Stunning," Jack said sardonically.

"That was good," she panted. Helena turned around and smiled at him. "Thank yo-"

And then suddenly, she screamed a wretched scream.

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Half-starved and tired, Anthony had followed Limarei through the endless number of hallways and grand parlors and enormous lounges that went on as far as the eye could see. Enough was enough. The warlock dropped down on all fours and put his forehead to the ground tiredly.

"Give me a rest," he begged. "That or food."

Limarei smiled wickedly. "What do you mean? Can you not be fed simply by breathing? Oh, that's right, you're human. You need a more...definite form of sustenance."

"No shit," he breathed. Limarei commanded him to stand, and he did after a long struggle to get off his knees. The girl grabbed his fingers and led him along down the corridor like before, promising that he'd be able to get food where they were going. He grumbled all the way to the end of the hall, where Limarei pushed open another or the enormous doors and spread her arms out wide.

She commanded, "You stay here for a moment." And then she ran off around a corner and disappeared. Anthony's stomach growled at him to be filled, but he couldn't do anything for it but cringe to ease the pain. Fuck, he hadn't eaten anything in days. Why was it that nobody else felt anything like this?

Actually, that wasn't the real question here. Why was it that he'd only just begun to feel this, after six days without food, or water for that matter. Shouldn't he be dead or something? He thought on it for a while, and then shrugged unhappily. Maybe hell was just that fucked up, where nothing at all was normal?

He sighed and sat down against the wall tiredly. He really wanted to see Kan again, with all his heart. He would do unspeakable, horrible things just to get to look at her again. And then he'd do all those unspeakable, horrible things to Kan once he had her in his arms. His mind drifted across the far reaches of his imagination.

A smile passed over his features briefly before footsteps pulled him away from his thoughts.

Limarei was back, in the older form she'd been talking about the entire way here. She sashayed her hips with every step, one hand rubbing her upper thigh, and other held loosely at her side.

She flipped her head to one side and displaced a lock of hair in her eyes. She pursed her cherry-red lips and kissed their air, blowing it toward him. Coming within a few inches of him, the succubus arched a brow at his dull expression.

"You didn't like my kiss? I thought you'd at least want to return it."

"No. There's only one woman who owns these lips."

Limarei replied, "I don't want to own them, just use them." She pulled him to her by his tattered and torn shirt, embracing him tightly to her naked, alabaster body. Her lips met his and she captured his mouth in a hungry, wanton kiss.

He struggled, but it was to no avail, and she had her way with him very quickly. She forced her tongue past his clenched teeth and wiggled it around in his mouth, moaning the entire time. Her hands began to rove all over his back.

She made quick work of the remnants of his shirt, and pulled back to let it fall from between them. It caught briefly on her breasts and she shook it off, causing her squishy little breasts to jiggle softly.

Anthony had to admit that she had some perks to her. She was in no way a match for his lover, but she did have different aspects about her. She had petite, perky breasts that he could almost squeeze entirely into his hands, unlike Kan's monsters that engulfed his fingers any time he grabbed them.

Limarei was also much leaner, and had the build of a proper young woman, rather than a mature, wider frame like Kan. Before he could examine her further, she grabbed him again and pushed him against the wall.

Her mouth found his once more and she kissed him intermittently. Anthony tried to reason with her to let him off the wall, but she would have none of it.

"Please?" he tried.

She shook her head. "Oh no...I'm so hot...for that other guy. Fuck...you have no idea how hot...he makes me...when he looks at me. You'll do just fine...until he and Helena fuck." Suddenly, Limarei threw to the ground a bewildered Anthony and mounted him before he could react.

He groaned, "C'mon, I don't want to do it with you. Give me a break and do one of those servants you have around here." Since he had no actual power here, all he could do was hope she'd listen to him. Otherwise, he was pretty much screwed.

Literally.

But Limarei wasn't one to be swayed by words easily, and she just continued ripping his clothes off until he was naked and bare beneath her. She ground her wet sex against his hard cock and let out an anxious purr.

"Such a thrill, you humans. Allow me to show you what a demon's pussy feels like." She raised her hips and guided his cockhead to her flushed, pink pussy lips. She dropped down half an inch and secured him there momentarily.

"Look, ah! I already know what it feels like. Kan's snatch is the only one I want to bury myself in."

"Well, ready or not...we're fucking," said the demon as she yanked his hips up and forced her down. He sank into her body and she let out a sharp hiss in pleasure. Limarei's sharp teeth began to grind together and she stopped her bodily motion altogether.

Anthony's mind spun. Something inside her was pulsing against him, rhythmically squeezing his hard cock within her pussy. It started at the base, and then rolled up toward her womb, simulating normal, slow sex.

Anthony pulled back to start a rhythm with her, because he found there was no way to avoid the situation. It was hard going to pull back with the muscle contractions in her body sucking him in so tightly. He managed though, with quite a bit of effort, to get their hips moving in the right motion.

He couldn't say that this felt damn good, but he wondered why Kan hadn't ever done this to him. Maybe she was easing into sex with him, to gently let him slide down the slippery slope of no return?

Or, it could be that she didn't like him enough to let him feel this. He wished so badly that he could ask her, but he had no way of even finding her right now. The moment he had her back, safe and sound, he was going to go down on her like a meteor and fuck her brains out.

Anthony asked, "What're you doing?" when he reared back and she tried to pull him in especially hard. Limarei threw her head back and drove herself down on him with wild abandon.

"Demon pussy. I told you I'd show you," she screamed with passion. They rocked their hips together with frightfully hard force and Anthony was feeling the tingling sensation in his cock that he usually felt when it was overworked.

But he also felt his climax building as well, and his hands groped Limarei's squishy little breasts. He easily engulfed them with his palms and fingers, closing her nipples between his index and middle fingers.

Yelping in surprise, her muscle contractions stopped and he hit her hard again with his pelvis, grinding them together. A couple of times with Kan had made both rough and loving sex easy to remember. He could switch if he wanted to, but it seemed impossible at the moment.

Then, the door opened.

Nyx stormed in with a retinue of demons behind her, all hurried and flustered like she'd threatened them with death recently. The dark succubus grabbed Limarei and tore her off Anthony. She then picked him up and set him back on his feet.




Cemetery Summons Ch. 16



Brushing him off, she said worriedly, "Limarei, take him to the foreyard. We have guests who demand every male in my home! At a time like this! Leave Jack with Helena. We need her cured, oh! This is terrible, terrible timing!"

She stormed off as the demon slaves gathered around her dispersed more out of fear than anything else. Anthony stood there, on the verge of a climax, and turned back to Limarei. He grabbed her and prepared to finish, but Nyx tore them apart yet again.

"Mother!"

"Now!" thundered the black-skinned woman. Without another complaint, Limarei grabbed Anthony's hand and warped him through the building, to the foreyard. There, she whimpered at the sight of his physical discomfort and breathed hot, lusty breath into his ear.

"I will have you later. For now," she buried her nose in his hair and took a deep breath in through her nose. Anthony's skin crawled at her touch, and he felt his heart beat especially hard. "Oh gods, I love that smell. Almost as good as the other one."

"Help me," he whispered as Nyx hurried in, fitting a cream-colored robe across her enormous bust. The small army of slaves with her came in her wake and lined up side by side, like automatons. Limarei spanked his backside and pushed him gently in line with them.

The opening before him suddenly filled with armed guards, clad in plate armor and wielding massive glaives twice his height. He suddenly paled with fear. This was bad. Holy fuck, this was bad. Someone really important was here, and he was a criminal.

In walked four other guards, in plumed helms and golden armor that covered virtually nothing but their indecent parts. Each of them held a blade that was the size of a dresser! Limarei pinched his ass and that managed to loosen him up a little, taking his mind away from the situation at hand.

He prayed to God for his iron-hard erection to descend, but it refused to go down. After coming so close to a grand finish with Limarei, it was just too much to come down from. He still felt the makings of an orgasm in his loins, even now. He ground his teeth together as the four bodyguards came to a stop in front of the first rank of armored guards.

Then a woman stepped between the four golden-armored ones, smiling happily as she raised her arms up, gold and maroon and lavender ringlets and chains jingling all the way from her fingers to her shoulders. Raven black hair cascaded down her shoulders as she walked forward to greet Nyx with a hug and kiss.

Unexpectedly, when they kissed, instead of a friendly kiss on each cheek, they locked lips and wrapped their arms around each other. Anthony was more than ready to fuck anyone in the room that was of the opposite sex. He balled his fists in an attempt to control his raging erection. Limarei squeezed his shoulder as he watched her mother.

"Don't do anything abnormal," she warned.

"I can't barely stand still," replied the anxious warlock. He glanced around, anywhere away from the two woman, who were now simply talking to each other in a friendly manner. And after a second or two, Anthony found himself locking eyes with one of the golden-armored guards and she flashed him a sinful smirk.

And before he could look away, Nyx's guest waved her arm and said something he couldn't hear. Anthony looked straight ahead at one of the columns as the gathering of armored warriors began to disperse and come straight toward the line of assembled demon slaves. Limarei didn't say a word. She just backed away from him and gave him an apologetic look.

The golden-armored bodyguard strode directly toward Anthony and he trembled in fear and anticipation. The bodyguard stood directly in front of him, and three other, lesser guards tried at getting his attention first. They were thwarted by a single low growl.

Anthony continued to stare straight ahead as she put herself between his eyes and the column. That made it so that he was staring directly into her throat. She let out a purr in satisfaction and slammed the sword, blade first, into the floor.

She leaned upon it and made sure that he knew she towered over him. The huge woman was Anathane's height, and her position leaning over him allowed her to look straight down at him from above. She traced the underside of his jaw with a ringed finger and grinned manically.

"You'll do nicely. Come."

She withdrew her blade from the floor and turned to leave. Anthony's trembling increased and he glanced at Limarei pleadingly. She shook her head and bit her bottom lip, staring at his arousal sadly.

"You think he's yours?" the woman asked. She held the blade out, straight-armed, and nicked Limarei's nose with its tip. "Then I'll kill you for him. Relent, or I shall end you, girl."

"What's wrong here? Is my daughter acting up?" growled Nyx as she stomped over to where Limarei stood, stricken with indecision and fear. Nyx scolded her daughter, and then took a single look at Anthony.

The gold-clad bodyguard frowned. "This slave is rather odd. What's wrong with him?"

"He is new," Nyx explained as she put her arms around Anthony's shoulders and put her lips to his ear. She whispered very quietly, "Do not let her know you are human. I am sorry about this, but you will never see Kan again if she finds out you are human." 

"Well," asked the woman impatiently.

"Veshana, I have given him all the advice I can. It is up to you to see that he is fit to be called slave in my house. Go, and use him to your heart's content. I will be off with your mistress now if we have no further quarrel." Nyx sighed in relief as Anthony was led off by the demon guard.

The she turned on her daughter and grabbed her by the shoulders. Nyx shook the redhead until the girl was little more than a crying heap in her hands, and then wailed in frustration. This was extremely bad, for everyone.

She whispered furiously, "Do you know what you've done?! You've damned him, you've damned us all! Even Helena!"

"I know mother," sobbed Limarei quietly. "But I was just so...so close! If I had the other. If I only had the other."

"He's with your sister now. Limarei! Listen to me. Just...go find Jack. Give him one of my hooded robes. And then bring him to my chamber. Straight to my chamber! Do you understand?"

"Yes mother." Limarei disappeared in an instant and Nyx almost wept where she stood. She should have never agreed to pay off her birthing dept to Anathane like this. Any other way, maybe she could have had a chance at living.

She gazed at Anthony as he was led along with Veshana like a puppy on a leash.

"It's all up to him now. Gods help us all," she murmured.

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To say that Jack was annoyed, or even pissed off, was a huge understatement. All he'd been trying to do was help the damned girl get a little self-esteem, but no, she had to fucking scream about him and bash him in the side of the head with her cello.

He grumbled to himself as Limarei trudged toward her mother lying on a long sofa with two demon slaves next to her, one holding a pitcher of something that smelled strongly of alcohol, and the other holding a tray of slimy-looking, almost nightmarish delicacies.

Beside Nyx, another demon with jingling trinkets stretched out like a cat on the other half of the sofa. Jack felt his anger and harsh feelings beginning to simmer down as he drank in the sight of the cumshot-worthy duo.

Nyx looked up first, and Jack saw a red flush come to her cheeks as she looked down at his crotch, which still had yet to settle down after five days. He growled low in his throat when she giggled at him.

"Mother, this is one you have requested. And Lady Volna, this is our most fabled demon, and your personal lover for this evening. This is Maneater."

"Such a specimen to behold."

"Yes Lady Volna...Maneater...is one of my prized slaves. I'm sure you will be very pleased with his performance," Nyx stated casually.

"Oh, please don't call me 'Lady' Volna. You are my friend, and provide me with slaves to toy with. Please, you honor me with your attentions," said the other woman. Jack balled his fists at being called a slave. Whoever Nyx thought she was, that she could call him a slave...

"I'm sorry, Volna. But I'm just a bit nervous. This is the first time you've come to my estate without warning. I've had no time to prepare anything, save for a few...minor delicacies that might entice your inner desires."

"I enjoy your hospitality, and your friendship, Nyx. You know that. But...isn't this treat a bit overdressed for the occasion?" Volna inquired cutely. Jack lost it.

"Oh, your holiness! I had no idea I was not up to your standards of dress. Please, don't bother to say anything more, milady. As you command, so shall it be done," he recited, with sarcasm and disgust dripping off every single syllable.

Jack grabbed the robe and tore it from his body, eyes ablaze with anger. He grunted as Nyx's eyes went wide and Volna's lips broke into a smile. She licked her lips and let out a long, unceremonious moan.

"How polite. You've trained your slave well. Tell me, have you trained him as a submissive lover yet?"

"Of course. Come now, Maneater, show her how submissive you are," the charcoal-skinned succubus cooed, winking. Jack smiled grimly, and cracked his knuckles menacingly.

"Oh yes, mistress, I'll be as submissive as you are lenient," he snarled. He stalked toward her, and Volna arched a brow, but said nothing as Nyx stood to meet the incubus. She grinned widely and held out her hand, palm-up.

"Come now, my cute little puppy, let's go have fun where we have more roo-"

"Right here will be just fine," he spat, ensnaring her arms and torso with his own strong arms before she could even move. He forced a kiss on her and leaned her back over the sofa, growling all the way down her throat.

She screamed at him, but it all washed down into nothingness as he muffled it with his mouth. Goddamned bitch thought that she would humiliate him in front of strangers? Well, she was in for a fucking surprise, that was for sure!

Jack repositioned their hips and smacked her bountiful ass with one hand. She jolted and rubbed their sexes together. She let out a squeal and then forced his tongue out of her mouth, breaking the kiss.

"What do you think you're doi-! Stop it! What had gotten into you?! Such impudence!" she barked. Jack held her relatively still long enough to tease her clit against with his cockhead. She held back a moan, but failed to keep the expression of bliss off her face.

"C'mon, mistress! I thought you wanted Maneater? Devourer of a Thousand Mortal Souls! Please, enjoy your slave!" he exclaimed. He shoved himself into her pussy and she screamed in pleasure and surprise, so loud that it made Jack's ears ring.

Nyx slapped him away and then kicked him to the floor, furious. "How dare you! God fucking damn you, slave! How dare you try that with me! How dare you assault me before my most favored of guests!"

"Who are you to call me a slave?! Huh? You call her your favored guest! You know what? I'll fuck her too!" Jack roared as he tried to get to his feet. Nyx stomped on his chest with all the force of a falling mountain.

"I don't care anymore! I will kill you where you lie!" Nyx raised her foot and stomped down again, knocking the breath from Jack's lungs. He lost control of his anger and lunged up at her, snarling like a wolf. He managed to ring her throat with a clawed hand, and blocked her punch with the other.

They wrestled with each other for a few moments before she bit his shoulder and split his skin like paper. He howled in pain and kneed her in the stomach, bringing her full weight upon him. He toppled over and Nyx landed on top of him, still assaulting him with everything she had in her body.

"Marvelous!" cried Volna. "Simply marvelous! Please, Nyx, allow me to try him at least once. Oh, I've been waiting for an aggressive one for so long." Volna stood up and Nyx looked straight up at the woman, awe and amazement in her stare.

"But...he is not...that is to say, he is just..."

Volna pleaded, "Oh, I understand that he is your personal slave, and I can respect that. But you must let me try him but once! Please, Nyx, I implore you."

It was then that Nyx settled down and began to see things in the white light they were shown in. Jack relinquished her neck and she slid up his chest and smothered his face in her core, pulling at his hair painfully. She smirked wickedly and then patted his crotch fondly.

"Well, if you truly wish to have him, then I am sure we can come to some agreement." She snickered as Volna moved to mount him like he was a bull at a rodeo. Jack waited silently, brooding. Fuck both of them. He was going to give them the ride of their lives right here.

Nothing like a bucking bronco to get your blood up.

Volna put the tip of his cock into her body and shuddered with delight. She took a deep breath and then Jack bit into her backside with his claws to force her down as he raised his hips to hers.

She gasped in surprise, but soon fell into moaning as he pounded her body as hard as he could, given that he had a woman sitting on his torso as well. He felt like he was back in the hospital with Candy Kenaw and Kelly, able to just fuck and lick away without a care in the world.

Right now, however, he just wanted to get back at them, especially Nxy. Fuck, he was just frustrated because he was horny all the time! He thrust up into Volna's pussy and felt a slight wave of contractions fill her body. Her vaginal muscles especially, tugging at his throbbing arousal.

It was like he was getting sucked into a riptide, deeper and deeper. He felt her vaginal walls closing around him, from base and then to head. It was heavenly, and her slick pussy allowed easy access in and out, quicker and quicker, harder and harder.

As he impaled the demon, his tongue delved deeper and deeper into Nyx's wet pussy, licking the spine of sensitive nerves he'd found on both the twins. Fortunately, hers was just as acute and hyperactive and theirs' and her back arched at every little touch.

With a steady rhythm and a rapid heartbeat, Jack managed to keep himself going with them, as they fucked him with all they had, his body returning every single motion blow for blow. Nyx, especially, was going at it like she hadn't gotten any in years.

His nose found a nice little piece of Nyx's anatomy, called her clitoris. Now, it wasn't that Nyx was overly sensitive, because that obviously wasn't the case. If that were it, she'd have cum more than just once after these long five or so minutes.

No, Jack found that her clit was just that spot for her. Every woman had one. Elassa had her breasts, her nipples specifically. Niaf had that deep spot in her pussy, just short of her cervix. Anathane had...well, everywhere on her body. And Fain had her ass. Nyx's spot just happened to be something easy to get at.

Replacing his tongue with three fingers, Jack took a short breather as he let her cool down a bit from the intense session. She glared at him, but he could see right through the façade. She was begging him with those dark black holes, her true, unslaked lust flowing right out of them like light rays from the sun.

So Jack happily obliged her and placed his tongue right down on her clit. All the muscles in her body clenched. He could see cables of sinew rising on her arms and angry veins popping up at her joints. Her breathing stopped and he could tell her world was still.

With a slow and drawn out motion, Jack dragged his tongue across her clitoris and groaned when Volna thrust down at him at a new angle. While the demon rolled her hips at an odd angle to hit more nerves for the both of them, Nyx was cumming so hard that her tongue lolled out and she drooled. Beads of sweat ran down her entire body as Jack drank like a needy child.

She toppled forward, and only just caught herself with one shaking arm. All the strength in her body had been sapped momentarily, and she struggled to remain conscious. Jack could have taken her out then and there, but he wasn't heartless. He was annoyed now, yes, but not angry enough to act cold to her.

Why should he do that? He was living here by her hospitality, being hidden in plain sight at some apparent great risk. The only thing about the whole situation was the frustration from sexual tension, not having anyone he loved with him, and being looked at like some kind of pet or property.

He had enough of being submissive.

"Up," he said. "I'll be on top this time."

Volna complained, "Maneater, I've not felt you cum yet!"

"Then allow me to cum with you against me," replied the incubus as he assisted Nyx with the task of pulling her weary self off his head. She dropped to the floor and lay there spread-eagle in all her glory.

Jack sprang up from the ground and embraced Volna. He pulled her in close and smashed their chests together at the same time he captured her dark purple lips in a furious kiss. He started to hit her hips harder and harder with every passing thrust, eliciting moans from her soft lips.

Volna wrapped her legs around his waist and snagged him around the shoulders with her jewelry-laden arms. She fought to pull away from his lips, but he grabbed a tuff of her dark hair and kept her locked against him. Still, it was an effort to keep his tongue in her mouth when she so eagerly fought him out at every turn.

Finally, Jack needed air and withdrew from their kiss. She bit the tip of his tongue on the way out, but he didn't mind. He was still pumping hard into her pussy, and her hips were turning bright red. He could almost see the pain flare up her abdomen every time he slammed their sexes together.

He nibbled at her delicate neck while she said, "So aggressive! Cum now, cum!"

"You think I can cum on command? Fuck, not even animals can do that!"

She raked her nails down his back, screaming, "Cum!"

Jack turned her around and pushed the demon's head against the floor while he repositioned himself behind her. She berated him for a second, and then fell into the groove of being fucked from behind. Thrust her body back as he push his own forward, she took the full brunt of the force that gyrated her back and forth.

He grunted. "If you want me to cum, then gimme something to work with. You get me plenty hard, now you have to get me horny."

"Such audacity," she remarked, even as she sat up to comply with his wishes. "But such authority too. Ram your fat cock into this cute little cunny of mine. Stir me up inside like I've never been stirred before."

Her dirty words set off a fire inside Jack's body that made a rush of adrenaline run through his body. Images of Elassa ran through his mind like bolts of lightning. He closed his eyes and imagined that it was her body he was plunging into instead of Volna's.

Jack reached his climax unexpectedly and crushed her wetness and his hardness together with enough force to shatter stone. He remained silent for the duration of his orgasm. Volna shivered as he pumped ropes of cum into her inviting pussy, her vaginal muscle contractions squeezing every last drop out of his body.

And while he cooled down from the intense session, he thought back on all the times he had settled back with Anathane and Elassa and Fain, and even the one time with Niaf that she'd managed not to scream to the high heavens that she wanted more from him.

It made him sad that he wasn't able to see them. And it made him angry that he hadn't done anything to help them. Only God knew what was being done to them, and he was doing what? Just sitting here like a cheating asshole, fucking women he didn't even know.

He'd already wasted five days without doing a damned thing, and he felt ashamed. He pulled out of Volna's pussy, even as her muscles tried to drag him back in. He kept his eyes downcast and held back a sob coming up his throat. God, he was such a pathetic person. He felt horrible for this, and he knew that he wouldn't ever be able to make it up to his lovers. He could only hope that if he ever saw them again, that they'd forgive him.




Cemetery Summons Ch. 16



Volna interrupted him. "Good, Nyx, that was good. I'll take him. I want this one. He's passionate about his business," she breathed.

"Wait a moment Volna. He's my personal slave. I'm sorry, but you can't just have him like that," Nyx replied, nervousness creeping into her voice. She glanced warily at Jack and steadied her trembling hands.

"Oh, I will pay you well for him, make no mistake of that. Twenty thousand florins, if we are speaking in terms of pre-Renaissance money. Otherwise, I have several other types of currency if you desire German reichmarks, British pounds, Japanese yen?"

"No, Volna, that's very kind of you, really. But, that's not what I meant," Nyx explained.

Volna brightened up again and said, "Oh, I understand now! You wish to barter. I see, well, how about...three hermaphroditic slave girls? I've had many enjoyable nights with them, and I am sure you would love them just the same."

Nyx sighed. "Again, Volna, you're very generous. But he is not for sale." At this, Volna furrowed her brow and turned to Jack, who stood silently aside. He fought a growing feeling of anger rising within his body. He was so angry with himself for not doing anything so far. He wanted to cry out in frustration.

Hell, he wanted to go right up to where his succubi were being held and kill everyone guarding them! He wanted them back so badly it hurt, and knowing that they could be in pain tore his heart to pieces.

"Special?" Volna pressed. "How so? Oh, you've played rough with him, haven't you? This one horn is proof enough of that. I should like to play rough with him as well. Are you sure that there is no way for me to sway your mind?"

"I am truly sorry, but there isn't. And...Maneater, you may leave if Volna is through with you. Are you, friend?"

"Oh, yes, of course. I wish not to make him tarry from your daughter's warring eyes. Please, Maneater, return to your little mistress. I have business with your greater one," said the demon.

Jack began to walk away with Limarei.

Volna watched him walk away with a gaze that men would have started wars for. As Nyx's daughter and slave left the room, the high-ranking demon turned to her dark friend and found a smile to give her.

"Did you enjoy him?" Nyx asked after a moment of hesitation.

"Of course. His seed...it is almost like that of an incubus. Are you sure he is a true demon? He was especially delicious Nyx. Very entertaining after all."

"Yes, he is a demon at his heart. I would have no incubi living under my roof for all the wealth in your possession."

Volna shrugged off the feeling of suspicion and said, "He did taste off though. You must have laid with him long enough to depart some of yourself into him. And such a thought brings forth new ideas for me."

The two close friends drew closer.

"Oh?" chided Nyx. "Methinks I smell a bedmate."

"Indeed," Volna replied huskily as they ensnared each other with eager arms. Their lips met and Volna felt Nyx begin to get back into her heat. Their hands wandered to naughtier places and soon they were rolling on the floor, wildly kissing and groping what they could.

Volna's mind, however, was on the matter of his taste.

Not even a succubus could have tainted seed that much, no matter how long or how many times she had laid with that boy. But as the taste faded into her body and the energy he had spilled into her began to seep down into her very bones, she pushed the thoughts aside. Nyx was more important for the time being.

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Meanwhile, Anthony was quickly becoming something of a showcase for Veshana to show off to her comrades, who all had their own slaves, but seemed only interested in him at the moment. He arched his back and dug his fingernails into the balustrade Veshana had pushed him against.

The demon licked under his cockhead and he stifled another squeak by biting down on his tongue. God! Her every touch drove him to the edge, and then back from it in an instant. He wished that she would just let him cum already, but she staunchly refused him.

For the past half hour, she had done nothing but stick fingers into his ass, stroke him with her fingers, then her fist, and now was finishing up a spectacular blowjob. She didn't, however, even let him touch her or cum for that matter. He was so on edge that anything else of even the slightest sexual value would have set him off.

Veshana breathed hot, sweet breath all over his cock, saying, "How long have you been in Nyx's service. It's so cute that you still tremble at my touch." Her voice was like honey to him, and not even her demeaning words could pull him back from his heightened state of extreme arousal.

"S-S-Six days," he gasped, his body jolting at the feel of a fingertip at the end of his urethra. That brought back memories of Kan and their last time together. He fought back a lump coming up his throat, and the demon noticed this.

"What's wrong? Had enough of my teasing already?" she mocked, licking him from base to head with an excessively long and agile tongue. Anthony's fingers cracked the stone balustrade and he clenched his prostate with all his might to keep from unloading all over Veshana's face, which was becoming a trying test of endurance.

"No. It's nothing," he replied as smoothly as possible.

"You're lying. If you tell me the truth, I may give you a little reward," offered the blonde, pushing her breasts together suggestively. Anthony nearly leapt at the opportunity to reach his climax.

"Well, before I came here, I was in bliss. I had a lover that I had never dreamed of getting...and then she was taken from me. And then I came here to look for her, and wound up in this situation you torture me in presently." He ground his teeth as she gave his glans a wet kiss.

"It's humorous that I sensed no tremor of fear in your voice this time. Tell me, what was your lover like?" Veshana questioned, suddenly more interested in what he had to say than what noise he would make if she touched him more.

"Very – ah – beautiful. I loved her with all my heart and soul."

"And now?" asked the interested demon.

"I still love her the same," Anthony whispered in return.

Veshana smiled and sank her head down to the base of his erection. The sudden motion set him off like a California wildfire and he grabbed her head hard. Instantly, he pumped cum down her throat, and she took every drop without any sign of resistance. In fact, she seemed to be wanting more when he was finally finished.

Anthony realized what he had done, and pulled his hands from her head in an instant. She licked him clean for a moment and then her head departed from him, agonizingly slowly. Veshana cleaned gobs of cum off her teeth with two fingers, and then rolled the gooey mess between her thumb and forefinger.

"A demon's lust is not to be trifled with, I suppose. Your seed is tasty, I'll give you that. But not much in amount. I'll allow you to redeem yourself. Lie down."

Anthony didn't have to be told twice. His legs were so weak and trembled so much that he almost collapsed to the floor. As he got to a proper sitting position, Veshana looked across the balcony and narrowed her eyes.

"What is it?"

"Something...your head is glow- A Gorgon Eye! You're human! Human!" she said, filled with surprise and alarm. Anthony wriggled out from under her body, but she grabbed him by the neck and bared her long fangs, angry.

"Wait," Anthony rasped as his windpipe was closed shut.

"Quiet, human. My mistress shall deal with you promptly," she grunted, warping herself and Anthony through the maze of the building's innards to Nyx's chamber. Once there, she tossed him to the floor before Nyx and Volna, who were both surprised and astounded that they'd been interrupted.

"Veshana?"

"Mistress, Nyx harbors a human without paying tribute to you. Mistress, she cheats you of-"

"I smell seed...and...a hu...oh gods. Human seed," Volna shuddered and unlocked herself from Nyx's slack arms. The dark succubus was slack-jawed and had eyes wider than dinner plates. Anthony watched in sheer disbelief as Volna began to walk toward him.

Well, it was more like she was staggering. Her eyes were glazed over and drool ran down one side of her chin, like she was dreaming. On her face was a goofy grin. She giggled like an idiot as Veshana grabbed her from behind, alarmed.

"Mistress! What has gotten into you?!"

"Human...human! Give me! The human! Huuuuuumaaaaaan!" she screeched.

"Mistress?" Veshana said, this time worried and concerned. Anthony backed away from the crazed demon. Volna, however, began to drag her bodyguard forward as she reached out and acted like a gibbering idiot. Her eyes were growing more milky red and insane by the second.

"A human! A human, here! Get the human, Veshana! His seed! Human seed! It's priceless! Get it! Human!"

"Priceless?" Veshana asked.

Volna moaned loudly, "He's worth more than I could acquire in a millennium! Let me milk him Veshana! One tablepoon! One and I would be rich beyond all imagination! One! Human! Human!"

Now she seemed to be calling out to Anthony more than just to say the word. Her eyes were crazed with lust and greed. Her entire body was covered with sweat as she strained to get out of her bodyguard's arms. Veshana barely managed to hold her back.

Then Volna kicked Veshana in the knee and they both tumbled to the ground. The bodyguard lost her grip and Volna broke free, scrabbling across the floor towards Anthony. Splitting fear rode up his spine and the demon leapt upon him with a vigor in her eyes that he hadn't seen the likes of before.

She came down on him and smothered his cock with her mouth, moaning and sucking eagerly. Her teeth scraped along the bottom ridge of his erection and he was hard in seconds, unable to move as she pinned his hands to his sides.

"One tablespoon," he heard her murmur as she came up for air. She licked and teased his cock so quickly that he didn't even have time to understand what she was doing. Fortunately, however, Veshana had employed Nyx's help and they managed to drag Volna off Anthony's body for the time being.

"Mistress! Get a hold of yourself!" Veshana scolded.

"One tablespoon! That's all! Three tablespoons! Five isn't many! I would be rich beyond anything ever imagined! Let me go! Only ten tablespoons!" She whined and bemoaned the loss of his manhood, which she began referring to as her 'fountain of wealth' for lack of a better nickname.

"What the fuck is going on?!" Anthony cried.

Nyx sighed, "Anthony, Volna's parents didn't both come from the Second Circle. Her father was from the Fourth Circle. A greedy one, that demon. Volna takes after both her parents very strongly, and because of that, is the greediest demon in the Second Circle."

"Greedy?" asked Anthony as he saw the insane gaze directed at him from Volna's dark red eye sockets.

"She tried to buy Jack. Yes, that would cost money, but she could have sold him for far more than bought. So much more, in fact, that she could have bought another horde of slaves. But you, you are a human. To have you down here is highly illegal, and I can be punished very severely if Volna were to report me to the proper authorities, Dalaria especially."

"Veshana said something about tribute first. What the hell was all that about?" Anthony glanced warily at Volna, whose eyes still burned with an unhinged passion and insane lust that made Anthony's blood run cold.

"Well, I can avoid being turned in by paying her huge amounts of tribute. Frankly, it's not worth it to pay it all to harbor you. Even though you are a human."

"Why the fuck does me being a human have anything to do with anything?!"

"Because of your rarity, anything having to do with you is extremely valuable. You don't even know how hard it is to get to the human realm, do you? Summoning stones, miles high, are in your way. And even then, it's harder to find a suitable one of you than it is to climb down to the next Circle! You, your body, fluids, limbs, your mind even, are all beyond measure of wealth here."

Anthony grimaced. "Okay, so supply and demand. But you still haven't told me why she's going crazy over me. What's wrong?"

"Well," Nyx began. "Because her father was from the Fourth Circle, and you are worth a mountain of gold, she wants you more than she wants anything else in this sanctuary. Veshana, get a better grip on her right arm. She's slipping out."

Volna's bottom lip curled. "Human, please," she begged quietly. "One time. Please, just once, and I will keep you secret forever. Nyx, please, please let me! I will be rich beyond all physical measure! I want him."

"Volna, control yourself. Please, for everyone's sakes, control your desires," Nyx pleaded. Volna's eyes suddenly lit with their original passion and want. She grinned manically and stretched both her arms out in front of her. Cables of muscle and sinew rose from her arms and her veins took on an almost purple color.

"How much can I buy you for, human? An estate? Two perhaps, with a legion of slaves at each? Endless pleasure in one of my harems? I will only milk you once a day. One tablespoon a day? A harem and estates twice the size of this one for the rest of eternity for one tablespoon of seed a day? You can be mine forever!"

Anthony shook his head.

"I'm sorry. But I only want to belong to one woman." He got to his feet and backed away to the sound of her wailing for one chance to be rich beyond her dreams. Her pleading got more and more desperate, and her offers to him grew more and more lavish with every word. Despite his usually-stoic resolution, he faltered at the mention of his lover.

"I'll help you return your lover to your arms! Your demon! For one time right here! I swear on my eternal soul that I will make every attempt to help you retrieve your lover! I beg of you!" Volna collapsed to the floor, dragging Nyx and Veshana with her.

Anthony stopped and looked into her dark red orbs, filled with pity for her and new hope to find and rescue Kan. He walked up to her and knelt down before her. Placing a hand under her chin, he raised her head so that their eyes met.

"You swear on your soul?" he asked. Volna nodded furiously.

"For your seed, I will help you," she restated.

"Okay." Anthony wasn't liking the prospect of being assaulted like last time, but if she would help him find Kan, then he'd do anything she asked him to. Veshana anxiously released her mistress, and Nyx did the same, worriedly biting her bottom lip. Anthony steeled himself against the feral leap she was going to come at him with, but he found such a mindset to be unnecessary.

Volna loomed over him with a sweet expression on her face, and he suddenly realized just how tall and imposing she was. Veshana had been about six inches taller, but Volna was a full twelve, and her body was considerably more muscular and toned. This was not the woman he'd been attacked by five minutes ago. She was huge!

"Thank you so much. You have no idea how much money I am going to make by selling your seed in the City of Dis. Allow me to be gentle with you," she said. Volna showed her gentleness by raising his chin with her index finger and kissing him on the lips. Suddenly, Anthony felt her arms wrap around his body and the demon picked him up so she wouldn't have to lean down to kiss him properly.

"Don't forget. You swore to help me once this is all over." Anhony's words were falling on deaf ears, and Volna sank to her knees, still kissing him. She set him down beneath her and slid down his body, grinning.

"Oh, I won't, you can rest assured that I won't. But, along the way, I may need more 'wealth' from you. It's going to take a lot of bribery to find your lover," she remarked, flicking her tongue over his cock.

"Fi-" The words died in his throat as Volna began to suck his cock with reckless abandon. She held him still with muscular arms, and deep-throated him with ease. Her black hair acted as a veil for her inhuman actions.

Anthony felt at the very least, two tongues circling around his glans, and he groaned with desire and satisfaction. What in God's name was going on down there? Coherent thoughts were far from his mind at the moment, and his eyes almost crossed.

He hadn't felt anything like this in his entire life! Not even Kan went this fast and this forcefully. Even though he wasn't being tied up and forced into a contortionist's favorite position, it was still brutal. It took everything he had to stay sane. His mind overflowed with pleasure from all over.

Volna took a short break, during which she explained, "I swallowed an aphrodisiac when you weren't looking. You should be feeling it about now."

Anthony groaned and stifled a scream when his cock accidentally brushed up against her cheek. "Just go!" he roared. Volna licked him seductively and then continued to suck him off with everything she had. Anthony let his head rest on the flagstones again and breathed a long sigh in relief. He was going to fuck Kan like there was no tomorrow when he found her.

While Anthony was pinned to the floor and enjoying every second of his experience, Nyx and Veshana had made themselves comfortable on the nearby sofa. The demon looked on with amazement and sheer disbelief. Nyx, however, was simply bored.

"Never seen a human before, have you?" the succubus said over the din of the two on the floor.

Veshana shook her head. "And never in my life did I expect something so insignificant to create such a feeling inside my body." Veshana took a long, deep breath and blinked hard.

"Fee...oh, you didn't let him fill your womb with semen, did you?"

"I drank of it," replied Veshana as she grew increasingly more agitated and fidgety.

Nyx smirked. "Well, you drank one of the most potent aphrodisiacs in all the Second Circle. I suppose you're ready for something else?"

"Bring me as many slaves as you can, and I will forget about your human forever," Veshana moaned huskily, a hand already frigging her pussy. Nyx nodded and snapped her fingers. Three demons appeared before her, bowing low. Another seven stood behind them, ready to do service to Veshana at the first sigh of her need for them.

"Yes mistress?" one of the recited automatically.

Nyx pulled Veshana to her feet. "Please her to the best of your ability. Do whatever she says for as long as she says." Nyx watched her slaves lead Veshana away hurriedly. Now, Nyx was alone, and her only company was ignoring her entirely. She didn't mind much though.

Through her façade of cool relaxation, was a frightened and terrified woman. If Veshana had gone to someone but her mistress, then everything would be done and the entire plot to bring back Elassa, Niaf, Fain, and Kan would have crashed down around their heads.

But, as luck would have it, Volna was entirely willing to not let the cat out of the bag, but to actually help in the plot too! Another ally gained, Nyx thought dryly as she returned to lying out on the sofa. Her eyes were glued to her guests on the floor still, though.

"I never should have gotten myself into this kind of mess," Nyx scolded herself aloud. "After this, I'm never helping another soul as long as I live. It's too much work to keep this roof up without Anathane's help."

Nyx calmed her tremors and soothed her aching head. Everything had come so close to collapsing that she was on edge. She really needed to be eaten out again by that incubus. Even though he was a prideful little ass, he knew his way around a woman.

All those days around a mix like that and you're bound to pick up on a few things, she thought to herself. Having two succubi to take care of was a hard task in and of itself most of the time. Most virile men that had two were entirely consumed with pleasing them that they often forgot about their own lives.




Cemetery Summons Ch. 16



Jack had three, and a demon too, and still managed to find the time to whine and get himself hurt badly enough to come down to hell to see Anathane more. Perhaps he did it on purpose, who knew? He was so unpredictable.

Nyx closed her eyes.

Tomorrow she'd get Anathane to help her out here. A wry smile formed on her lips as she compared herself to Caius Cassius. She now understood how difficult it was to keep a conspiracy together.

Conspiracy nothing! This was a suicide mission! Trying something like this was definitely going to get everyone involved killed in horrible, horrible ways. Nyx sighed. Doing this for Anathane was the dumbest thing she'd ever agreed to in her life. And she fully expected tribute piled as high as a mountaintop in return for her help.

Anathane owed her.

And so did everyone else for that matter.



Cemetery Summons Ch. 17



It wasn't often that Anathane was called out for a favor, but this was one time that she couldn't say no. Nyx had asked her for help bringing Jack and Anthony to the point where they would be able to survive a fight down here in hell, gods forbid they get into trouble. But the chance that they would get caught was very high.

Anathane had happily agreed to see her lover again, and was eagerly awaiting the moment where she could see him. Even though it was risky business coming down here, she thought that it was worth it just to see him. And besides, he needed a little training too.

Anathane could feel him somewhere nearby, but the maze here was so vast and confusing that she had gotten herself entirely lost. She could have avoided this, but following a servant around to find Jack wouldn't have been as fun, or as challenging. She liked using her own intuition to find him.

It made finding him seem like it was her love that brought them together again. She smiled to herself and rounded a corner. And frowned as she found herself at another large doorway that was closed tight.

But here, Jack's presence was much stronger than it had been before. She opened the double doors and stepped into the room behind them. Inside, she found an average bedroom lined with torches. Set in the floor was a warm pool that glistened in the flickering lights. In the water lay Jack, asleep.

She let out a little sigh at the sight of him. Anathane warped over to where he lay and put her long, tanned legs into the water beside him. Then she slipped silently in up to her neck, and uttered a sigh in contentment.

The last time she had taken a dip in a pool was when Jack had given her that massage, the memories of which still made a shiver run down her spine. Not only had the massage made her entire body feel replenished and rejuvenated, but the raw rush of emotion that he released had put her into a euphoric state for a few seconds.

She didn't like to think that his pain was her pleasure, but that's exactly was it was. She reacted strongly to his emotions, and his deep sorrow over his dead family was one of the most powerful things she had felt from him.

But, not being one to linger on mindless things alone, she changed the size and shape of her body just a tad to fit Jack's inner most preferences. Her skin grew taut over her chest as the line of her bust expanded several inches. Her breasts bobbed at the surface of the water, like two big, soft soccer balls.

She let her horns sprout from her head, and her wings from her back. All the times she had raped him, she had never once let loose and howled like a ferocious animal. She hadn't ever torn at him with her claws to make his voice rise above hers. She hadn't even teased him yet!

She thought about waking him up to play, but decided against it. He looked exhausted. Anthane let all sorts of scenarios play throughout her head of Jack's adventure down here for the past eight days. 

She could think through millions of things at once, due to the vastness of her consciousness, but the scene that kept playing through her mind's eye again and again was Jack in the middle of a cosmic fuckpile, getting screwed from every angle and roaring like a beast in pleasure.

That sounded a lot like him, a beast drowning in a sea of women. Anathane closed her eyes and turned her head so that her nose was buried in Jack's hair. She inhaled deeply and his scent came flooding back into her conscious mind. It woke memories inside of her that had been separated from this body during the most recent split in her consciousness.

But now, memories of sex in his apartment came flooding back to her like a tsunami of epic proportions. She groaned with delight as her eyes rolled back in her head, reliving the intense pleasure of her one full night on earth with the incubus.

*Jack was still over at his dresser, and gave her a flippant answer.

"Because you are in love with me." Anathane thought on it for a moment, and then grabbed him with her unnatural extremities and threw him onto the bed.

"That may be true, but sometimes love hurts, and I love you a lot. So, in light of our current predicament, I'm going to rape you. You can either turn this into consensual sex and have a good time, or resist and make it all that much more interesting." She clambered onto him, straddling his hips like before.

She forced her insides to morph into something that would scare the life out of him. So, after a bit of anatomical rearrangement, she forced her special pink tentacle out of her lower back and let out a short breath.

"Anathane..."

"Eat me out," she ordered, folding her arms under her huge tits. She shoved the pink tentacle into his face. Now, she could see the feeling of sudden recognition on his face. But it was too late for him to say no at this point. He gagged.

"This is your- Jesus Christ. I can't."

"You can," Anathane countered, pushing the tentacle into Jack's mouth and making the end fan out. "And you will."

He lurched and struggled under her considerable weight, but he was only a human, and it was really just impossible for him to do anything about this situation. Even if he could do something, he was already in too deep to get himself out again.

She felt his tongue vibrating as his futile screams for help from the others ran up her tentacle and back into her body. She relished the new and exciting feeling. She'd never been on the giving end of a tentacle rape...

Well, she'd never been on the receiving end either.

As Jack screamed for help, Anathane bucked her hips against his and raised her eyebrows suggestively as he looked down in sheer horror to see nothing but a faint scar where her pussy had been. Anathane shoved his head back with her tentacle and lifted her breasts in a manner that made them bulge even more.

"Mfff!"

"You like that do you? You want them even bigger? Well then, have it your way, you naughty little heathen you," she scolded merrily. Anathane closed her eyes and forced her breasts to grow as big as basketballs.

When she returned her gaze to Jack's, she found that his eyes were wide with wonder. Oh yeah, Anathane thought, definite tit man right here. Her tentacle retracted from his mouth and wrapped around his neck. He fought her with tooth and nail to break the noose from his throat, but she just pulled him up so their fronts were crushed together.

His muscular chest scraped against hers, and her nipples, like two steel nubs, grated against his body. Fire ran through her veins as he struggled for freedom, only to trap himself in her long arms as well.

"Hey," Niaf broke in. "You don't get to hog him all to yourself! We bought costumes for today. I even customized mine, see?" She held up a French maid outfit that might make even the sluttiest porn star turn bright red in the cheeks.

"Master is not solely yours" Fain butted in with her twin.

Anathane frowned. "He is tonight," she retorted. A red tentacle shot out of each of her shoulders and wrapped the two succubi up like thick ropes. The demon's head turned to Elassa, who was leaning up against the wall silently.

"Anathane!" wailed Jack as she licked the side of his face with a long, bloated pink tongue. It wasn't often that she could tease Jack. In fact, it'd been years since she'd even seen him. She wanted every moment of this night to herself.

"No argument from you?" she teased Elassa. The succubus raised her hands in defeat.

"You got me. I'll just help these two calm down."

Anathane smiled, and said, "Good. Maybe I'll get a little time alone with him now." She redoubled her efforts to get him hot and bothered, and found it most effective to stick her tongue in his mouth, because he was afraid to do anything about it after getting a nasty surprise last time.

Soon though, she arranged her anatomy in a way that Jack could identify as normal, and began kissing him full on the lips. This time, however, he wasn't resisting. His efforts to escape had ceased entirely actually.

His rock-hard arousal rubbed up against her pussy constantly, and she enjoyed the feel of his cock again. She wanted it in her so badly, but she knew she had to wait. He was only human, and he couldn't last more than three times at most, if she really tried to get him there.

Otherwise, he was going to just keel over and pass out on her. And that would be just boring. Such a fantastic night would come to such an anti-climactic end? Oh no no! She couldn't let that happen. She would use her powers of the dark healing to force him along the way.

She could take the very life of the earth and give it to her lover, if only he wished for her to. He had to accept her gifts, or else she could seriously hurt him with them. But, she doubted it would come to that. When she really wanted to, she could fuck like a mink!

She suddenly felt something against her back, something very annoying. Her eyes darted to the side and she found Niaf clawing as her body, angry.

"Give him to us!" she growled. Anathane snorted and then slammed the girl against the wall.

"He's mine! Get off."

Elassa leapt upon the demon and pulled her tentacles clean off. "He's ours too you know."

"Stop that!" Anathane snapped, rupturing her entire back to make some sixteen tentacles shoot out of her body. She impaled herself on Jack's cock and hissed pleasantly. The three succubi tried to fight their way toward Jack, but a mass of red appendages slowed their march considerably.

Anathane eventually realized that she'd have to move to keep going with Jack, who she was screwing like there was no tomorrow. He had gotten into the groove too, groping and kissing to the best of his ability. It was hard to please such an experienced woman, but he was well on his way to getting up there with the best of them.

When she felt Fain's fingers stretching the sides of her mouth like her face was taffy, the demon had had enough. Anathane threw the succubus off and used her tentacles to maneuver across the room and into the bathroom.

She kept a wall of red tentacles in the way, but Elassa warped past them and grabbed Jack as he hugged Anathane's strong body like a child. He was entirely out of it, overcome by his newfound lust and limitless libido.

Jack was caught in a tug-of-war between two of the horniest beings on the planet. Elassa had probably fucked him yesterday. Anathane hadn't seen him in years! It wasn't fair that he was being stolen!

"He's ours!" Elassa groaned as Fain and Niaf joined the struggle for their shared lover. Anathane bemoaned the loss of time. Jack came away from her body inch by inch, and Anathane could do little to stop it. She assaulted the succubi with her unearthly appendages, but nothing helped!

"Fine! Take him!" Anathane let go and her three opponents fell to the floor with nothing holding them up any longer. Jack literally soared across the bathroom and smashed his head on the sink faucet. His glazed eyes suddenly went wide and he flopped to the floor like a cold fish. He groaned.

"Master!" moaned Fain.

He lurched up. "What hit me?" he asked woozily. Anathane grabbed him up again, but Niaf lunged at her and severed the tentacle that held him, sending the poor boy across the room again. He hit the countertop with the force of a freight train, and a splotch of blood was smeared where his head had hit.

Anathane's blood ran cold and she rushed over to him.

"No, be okay, incomplete boy! Please!" She kissed him sharply and felt the back of his head. A swollen lump the size of a plumb had formed on the back of his skull, and blood tricked through the demon's fingers. She moaned in anguish and started to cry hot tears in fear.

"Whuzzat? Anna...thane? Why'zer four uh ya?" Jack slurred. "Boop!" he touched her nose with his finger. Then he giggled like an idiot and his eyes crossed. Anathane put her forehead against his.

"Sorry. I'll fix you up real quick," she whispered as sweetly as she could, even as her tears boiled and disappeared in puffs of steam. She tore apart the very fabric of the air and sucked out the energy present...for ten miles in every direction.

She pushed her mouth against Jack's and felt everything she'd gathered roll up her stomach and into her throat. She vomited into his mouth, pouring the white-hot force of life into his body. He tried to give it back, via coughing and fighting it out of his lungs, but the flood of energy kept on until his stomach was ready to burst.

At the point, Anathane stopped and swallowed again the mouthful that was left. She felt reenergized and ready for more. Jack, however looked like he was sick to his stomach. But that could easily be fixed after a certain three nuisances were taken care of.

Anathane split herself into four pieces and three of them attacked the succubi, incapacitating them with warm hugs and lot of unceremonious fingering. She went a step further and played with their breasts, even the twins.

The main part of her sat just to Jack's side and laid him flat out on the ground. She could see his cute tummy filled to the bursting point with God's raw love for mankind. Now, it was Jack's raw love for all things sexual.

Anathane raised her hand high.

And then slapped his stomach as hard as she could.

At first, all it did was wake him up and turn his skin a fiery red color. But then, his jaw dropped and a white light shone forth. His eyes disappeared into pillars of white and his back arched like a gymnast's.

Someone had once told Anathane that the eyes were the portals to one's soul. If that was true, then his soul was the shining symbol of depravity and a fount of perverse corruption...wrapped in a flattering shroud of purifying white.

The light died down and Anathane licked her lips as Jack's irises flashed a nice, corrupt snowy white. He blinked a few times with an undecided expression. Thoughts ran past his eyes, and he scanned them all with malign, hidden intent.

Then his lips split into the biggest, most horrible, shit-eating grin Anathane had ever seen before. He stood up and grabbed her under the arms, bringing her up to the same level. He traced the underside of her chin with his index finger and then licked his lips greedily.

"Fine pair'a tits ya got there," he remarked, his right had fondling her tit.

"Nice prick," Anathane returned, rubbing her palm against his hard, dribbling cock. Jack arched a brow with intrigue and rolled his hips against her hand. Anathane kissed his nose, and he kissed her throat.

"Now that we got our nice little introductions outta the way, let's get down to fucking in the shower," Jack suggested. Anathane turned around and skipped off to the shower door, only after receiving a nice little slap on the ass from her lover. So aggressive!

She reached for the door handle, but he grabbed her hand and turned it away. Instead, he put it against one of the metal braces of the shower, and then did the same with her other hand. He spread her legs, one at a time, and then pulled her ass back so she was leaning against the wall to keep her up.

"I like this position," the demon moaned.

"I've decided to just go ahead and fuck your ass here, if that's alright. Wait, of course it is, because I own your ass," he sneered. Jack pushed into her body and wrapped his hands around her midsection. One of his fingers played with her navel as he pistoned in and out of her ass madly, calling her all kinds of dirty names.

Amathane moaned, "Oh, keep going! More!"

"Goddamn bitch, too damned horny for your own fucking good. Might have to hose you down sooner or later." He pulled out, and Anathane thought he was going to finish by cumming all over her face and into her mouth. She spun around and dropped to her knees. 

But that wasn't what Jack had planned for her right now.

No, he pushed open the shower door and kicked her across the threshold. She skidded across the floor and hit the back of her head on the wall. Jack quietly moved and turned the water onto the coldest setting he could before picking the demon up by her teal hair.

"Ahn!"

"Who told you to move your damn pussy away from me?" asked the boy gruffly. Anathane looked at him flatly and then decided that he was beginning to get too big a head for his own good. She asserted her authority again.

"Watch it. You're trespassing on dangerous territory."

"So what if I am?" he grunted. Anathane's hands seemed to work on their own as she grabbed him by the thighs and shoved his head against the shower faucet. It bent at an angle, and blood tricked down the drain. Jack still wore that grin on his face.

"Ready to act nice?" Anathane mocked, squeezing Jack's thighs with sharp claws.

"Let's see how much more stuff you can break in one night," replied the arrogant boy as he pinched her nipples with his toes. She was delighted to hear that, and smacked him against the wall. Then-*

"Anathane," whispered Nyx. The greater demon shook in surprise and then realized that she had fallen asleep. Blinking hard, she realized that she had been reliving the past in her mind. In a way, she was sad that it had ended so abruptly, but what was done, was done.

"Yes?" the demon whispered back.

"What were you dreaming about? Something naughty I assume," said the dark succubus, licking her black lips hungrily. Succubi were a little too touchy feely a little too often for her own taste. Of course, they were great lovers all the time though.

Anathane smirked. "And why might you think that?"

"Well," began Nyx. "Who else's tits get uselessly huge when they dream? Huh?" Both of their gazes fell upon the mountain of flesh jutting from Anathane's large form. She nearly gasped in surprise and retracted her bust line quickly. Holy shit. Beach balls were way too freakin' big! She looked over at Jack to see if she had noticed, and sighed with relief as the same peaceful expression from before remained on his face.

"Have you ever notice the way his lips are just slightly parted when he sleeps with his head tilted down just a little bit?"

"Do what?"

"Just looked at him, Nyx. He's so peaceful right now. His cute lips so innocent, even though they've licked clean more places than God ever intended, I'm guessing. His big, manly muscles so relaxed, even though they've held me so tightly I thought I was going to explode. His eyes, his pure, human eyes."

"What're you getting at?" Nyx asked, warily.

"Duality is so beautiful, Nyx. He's such a peaceful puppy now, but he's a horny beast when he's awake. I love that conflict, that incompleteness. He's not a whole incubus either, if you can't already tell from his horns. Oh gods, he ripped the other one off just to be even more incomplete."

"Oh wow, I didn't even notice he only had one horn. I've been too nervous and afraid of, oh I dunno, getting caught by Hell's Handmaiden!" Nyx snorted, unhappily.

Anathane smiled guiltily and said, "Sorry. I get caught up in him sometimes. But, you see what I'm getting at, right? You see why I begged you to help him. Someone like this only comes along once in our lifetime. You know?"

"Oh sure," Nyx said sarcastically. "I understand entirely. You know, the only people to venture down here that weren't born here failed at everything they tried. Greeks coming down here for loved ones, Romans, even that Spaniard. Well, he did rescue his wife, but that's the only time. Even Herakles walked away with a curse!"

Anathane snorted. "Jack's different."

"How so? Just because he has a friend like you doesn't mean he can take on the world and win. It just means that he gets ten more seconds to suffer in agony while he's being killed. I don't understand you Anathane."

"Jack has a fighting chance. He's brought a friend," Anathane replied with a smirk.

"Who?" Nyx asked. "The human? He passed out when Volna took him for a ride. How could he be of any help a all? He hasn't even found a way to close his Gorgon Eye."




Cemetery Summons Ch. 17



"Who do you think it spies on? Certainly not anyone on earth. Do you know how many beating hearts thunder in his head?" Anathane stifled a yawn and pulled Jack slowly into her lap without waking him. She began to pet his head as Nyx spoke.

"I have no idea how many he sees with that thing. Luckily, he hasn't gotten himself killed yet. Gods, I feel like this entire plan was a horrible, horrible mistake."

"Didn't I tell you not to worry when I begged you to take care of them? Again, don't worry. If anything happens, I will rescue you. I don't care how many Dalaria draws to her banner; I will fight every single one of them for Jack's happiness. When we leave your estate for the Sanctuary of the Underworld, I will be with you."

"I know, Anathane, I know. But you should have seen how close it all came to ending." Nyx held her fingers almost together. "I was this close to becoming mincemeat until Volna and Veshana caved in to their lust. You have no clue how happy I am that he was human."

"Did you enjoy Anthony, the human? Was he everything I told you he would be?" Anathane kissed the top of Jack's head and whispered soothing, loving words into his ear. Even though he was asleep, she knew something would get through to him.

"My daughter did, almost. Volna is the only one here that has taken him to climax. Limarei would have if I hadn't stopped her, but she's currently far more interested in your boy."

"Oh really? And just where is she right now?" Anathane squeezed Jack's body just a little out of pure jealousy that someone other than her agreed co-owners wanted to fuck him. A grim expression passed over her face briefly. That wasn't going to happen.

"She's confined to her room for the day. Would you believe that she forgot to tell your incubus who he was meeting? He snapped at Volna like an angry stepchild! I nearly killed Limarei after Volna left!"

"Oh dear, how interesting. Tell me, what exactly did Volna ask that he do at this meeting?" Anathane tried to sound as interested as possible, while inside she was seething with jealous anger. Oblivious, Nyx began to explain.

"At first, she just admired him for a little bit, and then I called him a slave. He blew up at me and tried to rape me, Anathane, and it was awful!" Nyx frowned and shook her head like she was trying to rid herself of the thought.

Anathane's mouth gaped. "Awful? My incomplete boy? Who...are you sure it was him?"

"Yes, it was him alright. Gods, he had that awful look in his eyes and no tact or planning. He just went it and tried whatever he could to get in there," the succubus complained. Anathane shushed her a little because Jack stirred slightly in his sleep. She stroked his head until he was calm and complacent again.

"Explain to me, exactly, how this happened," said Anathane.

Nyx began with, "I held my hand out to him and asked him if he wanted to move to my bed, because Volna was about to take him by herself, but he grabbed me and pinned my arms to my sides and kissed me. And then he started rubbing me with his...that thing!"

"His cock?" Anathane began to smirk. Oh, she could milk this little hissy fit like nobody's business! "He didn't stick it in you, did he?"

"He did! He just jammed it right in and tried to fuck me!"

"Keep your voice down or he might try it again."

"Sorry. But you understand, right? You don't just let him walk up to you and demand that you be turned into some kind of...some object of his desire. He's such a cocky little bastard; it makes me sick."

"How many inches did he get into you? Did you hit the base of his thick, meaty pole? Did you feel his hips collide with yours, and look into his eyes as they melted away into a wash of lust and desire?" Anathane loved the look on Nyx's face.

"He stuck the whole damned thing in me!" She glared at Jack's sleeping face and grimaced. "Thought he could please me with just two orgasms too. Damn near bit my clit while I was trying to suffocate him."

Anathane picked up the slack and pressed further. "He ate you out? Did his use that long tongue of his?"

"He tried to suck my insides out," Nyx replied.

"Oh, so he got passionate about it, did he?" Anathane was on the verge of waking Jack up with her fidgeting and excited movement. She could tell that Nyx was getting hot and bothered too, just from remembering the incident.

"A little too much," said the succubus in a lower tone.

"How so?"

"He went..." Nyx paused. "He went after my damn clit like it was candy."

"Did he...?" Anathane trailed off. Nyx averted her eyes immediately.

"..."

"He didn't!" Anathane exclaimed with mock disbelief. "Oh he did! He made you cum so hard you passed out! Oh gods, he ate you out like his life depended on it!" She was so happy to hear that Jack was able to please succubi like Nyx with only his tongue.

"Gods only know what he did to Volna while he was doing that to me," Nyx murmured. Suddenly, Anathane's eyes narrowed and she held Jack even more possessively against her enormous chest. She let out a low growl in annoyance.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"What? You didn't know by the smell she had? She took him as well, real sex, not just foreplay," Nyx explained, still a bit maroon in the cheeks from her admittance earlier.

"Oh really? And tell me, just how long ago did she leave? I need to have a little talk with her before the sun sets again," threatened the demon as her fingers sharpened to claws and her fangs became far more evident than before.

Nyx asked nervously, "You're not angry with me, are you?"

"No, but Volna has much to answer for. To think she would try that with my lover of all people...she has a lot to answer for when we next meet. Did she try to buy him as well? Or did she simply try to take him?"

"No," said Nyx unsteadily. "She tried to buy him, but I refused. Please, Anathane, if you are angry, then allow me to leave you in peace for now. You look very irritated at the moment."

"Do I?" Anathane looked down at the water and frowned as she saw her own reflection, red flames in the pits of her eyes, enormous wings flanking her impressive form, and long horns intertwined at the ends. "I'm sorry. But Volna makes me so aggravated."

"I can understand. He is your property after all," Nyx said as she inched away.

"No, he's my lover. They mean different things. Ugh! Volna should know better than to take him. He's my Jack, and no other demons shall ever have him. Nor his hard, delicious cock either. Or his strong, toned muscles. Or his sweet, scared lips. Or his powerful, sweaty thighs. And most of all, they won't ever have his dirty white eyes, those belong to us four he loves. He'll never look at anyone else like he does us."

Nyx was hot and bothered now.

"His eyes?"

"Oh yes," Anathane purred sneakily. "His eyes are the best part of his body. He has a nice, hard, throbbing cock, don't get me wrong. But the look in his eyes, oh, the worry and lust and love. It gets to me sometimes. So much emotion pours out of them that I can't stand to stare him down for too long."

"Why is that? I stared him down just fine for quite a while," said Nyx, a bit confused.

"Like I said." Anathane put a hand under Jack's chin and tilted his head up so that his closed eyes faced her fiery ones. "It's only the way he looks at us."

"How does he look at you differently? He can't be any more lustful than he is around me, because he certainly was hard enough even after Volna was through with him. If not lust, then what do you see that I do not?" Nyx leaned toward the tanned demon and listened eagerly.

"It's love."

"Love?"

"Love, Nyx, is why he's here in the first place. He could always find more succubi and ensnare them with his charm or even his good looks in some cases. He came to hell just to find his three lovers, and I swore to Anthony, on my life, that I would see his and Jack's happiness restored." Anathane felt Jack's leg twitch, and she massaged it gently with her fingers.

Nyx furrowed her brow and asked, "You swore to the human?"

"Of course. He wanted me to promise that going to hell wasn't a fool's quest, and he even cried in my arms before I stuck him like I did Jack. I was so moved by his love for Kan that I couldn't say no if I wanted to."

"So...you're doing this for him then, not Jack?" Nyx tried to make sense of what the demon was saying, but Anathane shook her head slowly and planted a soft kiss on the crown of Jack's head.

"For the both of them, because what makes Anthony happy, makes Jack happy, which makes me happy. And when I put it like that, I become the most selfish person alive. I'm doing all of this so I can be happy again." Anathane paused for a moment, and then remarked, "Such a funny thing, happiness."

"How so?" By this point, it was all Nyx could do to follow Anathane's wild train of thought. She was all over the board when she spoke. Every sentence was about something different."

"Happiness is something born of perspective, Nyx. You see, being tied down and feeling the sting of a whip across one's strong, toned...Jack's abs." Her hand passed across his stomach, feeling the aforementioned muscles fervently, but without waking him. "That can be a nightmare for one man, and a thrill for another. One might enjoy being raped every day, and another may hate it. Pain drives some to intense understanding and focus, and others to sheer and utter madness."

"Duality again, am I right?"

"Indeed you are!" Anathane chirped to the succubus. At that, Jack stirred and his eyes cracked open. He groggily shifted around and put his hands on Anathane's thighs to push himself up out of the water. After a couple of seconds, he began to realize that he wasn't sitting on the edge of the pool any longer.

"Who's thigh am I touching?" he asked, still tired and beginning to yawn.

"Always happy to have your hands on me even before you wake," Anathane purred huskily. Jack looked back briefly and just let out a long, bored sigh. He gave up trying to get himself up and slumped back against her tiredly.

"God, I'm so damn tired. Helena is a monster. For God's sake Nyx, she's so scared of me that she almost has a seizure on the floor every time I talk to her." Anathane felt his hand rubbing her thigh thoughtfully. "Well, at least she doesn't freak out anymore. I've gotten that far. Why is it that I need to fuck her again?"

Anathane's arms tightened at this, but she managed to keep her rising annoyance at a tolerable level, mostly because Jack was rubbing progressively closer to her pussy.

Nyx replied, "Because the Sanctuary of the Underworld is guarded by a man, who I have no idea how to seduce. I do, however, know that he enjoys classical music and is usually occupied for days with concerts that he likes. Helena is the distraction that will allow us to slip by him unnoticed, or at least without permission for him."

"So, she's our bait?" Jack reiterated.

"Our distraction," Nyx corrected.

"Great. Now I just need to spend thirty more years down here and she'll actually look at me without falling to the floor. I don't have this kind of time Nyx! I can't sit around here trying to seduce your daughter when Elassa and the others are out there somewhere getting only fucking God-knows-what done to them!"

"Hey, boy," snapped Nyx. "If you have a better plan, then go ahead and tell me. Otherwise, shut your trap." Nyx and Jack held a long, angry stare with each other, and Jack's hand stopped moving. Anathane tried to urge him on, but when he didn't respond, she snorted and dropped an explorative hand to his hard arousal.

"Let's not fight right now," she cooed. "Make love, not war, right?"

"Anathane, I'm really not in the mood right now," he whined tiredly. "Helena is too much for one man to get at. It's like trying to chip diamonds with my teeth in there."

"Well, even if we do manage to get Helena set up with an audience, we'll have a messy situation on our hands. Nyx, who else did you contact to help us? Or did you forget you needed to enlist an army to make this little foray successful?" Anathane sounded a little annoyed.

"I haven't found anyone yet," Nyx said nervously. "But I know Volna will help us, at least with a few hundred or so, and her personal guards. She swore on her life to give her help to the human in exchange for his semen. We have secured one ally at least, albeit she may be a bit unwilling to make such a costly decision on her part."

Anathane grunted. "She'd better give us her support. She owes me for trying to take Jack."

"Well, in any case, who have you come up with, Anathane? I have a limited web of connections. I may have my sons and daughters, but only Thanatos and Hypnos will be of any use in battle. Limarei is...a little too much to trouble to send out."

"Jack," Anathane cooed. "How would you like to come with me for a while?"

"And do what? I'm not in the mood," the incubus replied brusquely.

"No, not that. Not right now anyway. Here, Nyx, you scrounge up anyone and anything you can for now, and I'll come back in two week's time, alright? Yo-"

"Two weeks?!" Jack interrupted. "Anathane, they don't have two weeks! They could be dead by then for all we know. This...there has to be a faster way."

"Jack, unless you want me to run up and save them by myself, there is no faster way. And as strong as you think I am, I cant fight an army by myself. They'd kill my real body in a heartbeat." She hugged him tightly to her body and nuzzled his cheek lovingly. "And I don't ever want to leave you again."

Jack grunted. "Fine. But where are we going?"

"Oh, nowhere," Anathane said. "Just going to see a man about an army. And Nyx, try Ekana if all else fails. She should be willing to help out a sister in need." Anathane sat up straight and pulled herself out of the water, bringing Jack with her. She set him on his feet and then dried herself off.

"Good luck Anathane. And Jack, you'd better be prepared to kiss ass after all this is over. You've got no idea what kind of hell I've been through to get you this far. We're going now."

Jack turned around and walked up to Nyx so he could look her in the eyes. She had an apprehensive look, and Anathane furrowed her brow at her lover's actions. What was he doing? Suddenly, he knelt down on one knee and took Nyx's hand in his.

"From the bottom of my heart, Nyx, I am grateful for everything you've done to help me. Please, I don't have any way to repay you, but I need your help still. I'll do anything to bring them back."

"Anything?" Nyx pried, smirking as Jack's eyes met hers.

"I will do whatever I need to if it lets me see them again." Jack's eyes were unwavering.

"Rape Helena."

"What?!" Anathane roared at the top of her lungs.

"It will speed up the process of Helena's sexual Reconquista of her Iberia, if you understand me clearly. You will be that much closer to bringing your lovers home ahead of schedule."

"He's not going to rape your daughter!" Anathane declared, stamping her foot on the floor so hard that the flagstones cracked.

"Anathane, I want to see them as soon as I can. Please, go get your friend while I do this. And be back as soon as you can. I don't want to do this either, but I have to. It's for them, and for you. The sooner we all come back together, the sooner we can all go back to how we were."

"I'll come with you then. I'll wait until you're through with Helena and then we can go together," Anathane said, anxious.

"No, it'll go faster if you go now and get your friend."

"But..." Anathane searched for words, but failed to find any strong enough to keep him here with. She had scrabbled around for the last remnants of an argument to use as a basis for keeping Jack in her proximity. And now all those excuses were gone.

"What?" asked Jack, standing to face her.

Anathane grabbed him with dozens of tentacles and crushed him against her body. "I love you! I don't ever want us to be apart again! Don't leave me! Please!" Anathane started to cry, and she held him with the force of two colliding tectonic plates.

She wept openly and sank to her knees, hot tears of toxic fluid streaming down her tanned cheeks. Where her fiery tears hit Jack's skin, his flesh corroded and melted away. He felt the pain, but he couldn't move to stop it. He didn't want to either.

Looking at Anathane's face, he saw the anguish and the pain pouring out of her. Her eyes, two pits of red flame, burned only as brightly as two dying embers of a fire. Jack felt his own eyes beginning to dim, and he cast his gaze toward the floor. He couldn't betray her when she was like this. A woman in tears was just too hard to leave like that.

"I'm sorry..."

"Jack!" Anathane wailed. Another copy of her appeared out of thin air with the thing she had made back in the imaginary beach setting inside her real body. Kcaj, Jack remembered it with a mix of fear and disgust. Both newcomers watched with sad eyes as their creator cried.

"Anathane, please. I have to do this. Come on, let me go, please? Don't cry. We'll meet again later."

"But I want to spend time with you! I want to be with you one more time before I go. I don't want to face uncertainty without one more time. I love you, and if I die, I want to remember clearly that you love me too." She breathed heavily, raggedly as the tone of her voice began to calm a bit.

"I'll go rape whoever you want me to, Jack, as long as you give me a good fucking later on," Kcaj chided with a smirk, licking her lips. Jack shivered uncomfortably.

"I will speak with Grimyr and attempt to enlist his help. I may need a bit more substance to appease his appetite though. If you would be so kind," said the doppelganger, waiting. Anathane stabbed her in the stomach and pumped something through the appendage for a time before pulling it back and sighing.

"Jack, I have no idea what to do with you now that I have you. All I wanted to do was be alone with you, but now that I have you...nothing comes to mind. I want to have sex with you, hard. Really hard. Actually, so hard that I could fuck you silly now if I weren't already bent on making this memorable."

"Well, then what would you suggest we do?" asked Jack as Kacj and the doppelganger scurried off to do their dirty business. Nyx stood nearby, looking undecided to leave just yet or to stay to hear what was going to happen. "I'm all ears."

"I want to go somewhere public and flaunt you to every girl I see, because you are definitely a man to be jealous of. But that would cause a lot of problems for you too, namely because of me."

"I can see how a woman with a rack as big as a space shuttle launch bay might be a problem if we're trying to keep a relatively low profile. Then again, you being a giant might affect that as well."

Anathane smiled, but it was forced, and wan at best. "I'm sorry. I don't want to make you uncomfortable."

"Hey, I didn't say it was a bad thing. I just said that you were a big, beautiful woman." Jack smiled at her and she closed her eyes. It looked like she was still trying to make up her mind about where to go or what to do. Maybe she was waiting for him to come up with something?

"We could go to a desert in Egypt? Have you ever done it on top of an Egyptian pyramid before?"

"It's a little hot in a desert. How about somewhere a little more mild?"

"Um...a Pacific island? Bikini is a nice little spot to go and relax the hours away. How about it?"

"Sure. A bunch of tourists gawking at an Amazon sounds real low-profile." Jack slouched in Anathane's strong arms and then an idea suddenly came to him. "Amazon...the Amazon Rainforest? I mean, there's hundreds of thousand of miles of nothing but jungle? How about it?"

"But it's evening over the forest. I wanted to see your face while you spoke loving words to me."

"Evening? What day? What time is it on earth?" Jack wished he knew how to tell time on earth based on the time passed down here. He'd have to ask somebody about it eventually.




Cemetery Summons Ch. 17



Anathane shrugged. "About seven or eight, give or take about thirty minutes, why? Do you have something planned?"

"What day?"

"Same day we left, November twenty eighth, why?" Anathane was curious now.

"Well, if you want, we can go crash a party," replied the teen with a shrug. Anathane's mood brightened a bit and she let Jack down to the floor. A dress surfaced through her skin, a thin black garment that was split from the thigh down on one side and low-cut in the front. She closed her eyes and the mane of teal hair one her head became as black as her irises. She opened her demonic eyes and they suddenly appeared lime green like Elassa's.

"And who do you want me to embarrass beyond repair? Hmmm? Could it be Josh? Or perhaps Brandon that needs to be spanked over my knee until his bottom is as red as an apple?"

"Um...well, I uh, wow, that's kinda sick Anathane, really. Try to think of something to hurt their pride? You know, like taking away their manliness?"

"Oh!" she gasped and then giggled. "You want me to embarrass them sexually. You naughty boy. I thought you wanted me to keep a low profile."

"I did, but that was because that would have no meaning besides just drawing attention to yourself. This, however, is going to humiliate two jackasses, and is therefore, a good cause to unleash your imagination." Jack watched as Anathane's lips broke into a wide grin and she sighed at him contently.

"We're bringing Anthony along as well. I need his help for what I'm going to pull on them." There was an eerie glow in her eyes that Jack found to be most unsettling. But, as the saying goes, a means to an end. And Jack wanted this to end his way, very badly now that he had gotten Anathane into it.

Screw jungle love with her, this was a hundred times better!

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Jack walked through the doorway to Brandon's house, but even before he had crossed the threshold, he could smell the pot and booze as strongly as if he were right in the mix already. He sighed with a bit of disgust and disappointment. If Brandon was already high or passed out hammered drunk, then this was all for naught and Anathane was going to draw a ton of attention for no reason.

Anthony walked in and went right past Jack with nothing more than a curt nod and a slightly nervous smile. Jack patted him on the back and walked off to finally have his first beer. On the way to the mountain of beer and vodka and tequila in the kitchen, one of his friends pulled him over.

"Jack! Ya made it! I thought you were outta town righnow!" came the badly slurred exclamation from Timothy, who was staggering drunk and almost unable to stand without leaning heavily on Jack's shoulder.

"I thought I'd make one last show before I left town. You know, make myself a legend around here. I do have a date...well, sort of."

"You?! 'At's a good un! You got a hot girlfriend with some huge tits, right?" Timothy looked like he could keel over at any moment. Poor bastard could barely stay awake, let alone speak in a constant train of thought. Jack was amazed that he could even keep his beer level.

"She should be here soon, I hope. Unless she's decided to make me drag her in here," Jack murmured. He wasn't relishing the thought of having to pull a giant inside to have her go fuck with the people he didn't like. He hoped it wouldn't come to that, but he doubted it would. Anathane seemed even more eager than he did to do this.

Possibly because she was getting what she wanted in the end.

Timothy led Jack, or rather, Jack was directed by Timothy, over to a group of guys that were enticing a kid from a different school to do a keg stand. The poor kid didn't look like he knew how to get out of the situation.

"Guysh! Jack's here! Told ya he's show!"

"You said he wouldn't," snorted Toby, who was drunk to only slightly less of a degree.

"Hey, who's the new guy?" Jack asked, nodding toward the kid who didn't want to do the keg stand. Everyone turned to him and they all grumbled under their breath.

"At's jusht David. Won drink nuthin!" Timothy held back a spray of puke and swallowed the stuff before he gave Jack a goofy grin and collapsed against a nearby chair. His beer spilled all over his shirt and pants, but he didn't seem to mind in the slightest. Or even notice for that matter.

"Well, David, if you don't want to drink, then how about I fill in for ya?" Jack offered. David nodded thankfully and backed away from the keg to give Jack room. The incubus sized up his enemy and then put his hands on either side of the metal keg. Fuck. It was full. "Who the hell brings a full keg to a party?"

"Lift him up already!" jeered someone behind Jack. Suddenly, he felt hands around his ankles and he was pushed up against the wall, heels almost at the ceiling. Someone handed him the tap and he held it with one hand while they leg go of his legs. Now he could see whether or not he really could drink until he fell without getting drunk like Anathane said.

Heh, no time like the present.

Jack sucked amber, chilled beer up through the tap and felt a chill run down his spine. So far so good. Everyone around him was cheering 'chug chug chug' like they did in every movie he'd ever seen. It was like the only mantra that every teenager knew by heart.

So, he did as the crowd commanded, and chugged beer like there was no tomorrow. He didn't know how long it was before all the blood ran to his head and he had to stop. But when he finally did, the keg was light enough for one person to pick up. The onlookers cheered and Jack pointed to Toby.

"Finish this up. I gotta go get a drink." Jack left to go find Anthony. If he wasn't already up there and ready to go, then it was about time to be getting up there. After looking around for a little while, he ended up finding Anthony at the base of the stairs, getting hit on by two girls that looked like sophomores at best.

Jack shooed the two girls away and Anthony headed upstairs. Jack turned around and Brandon stood in front of him, grinning like a Cheshire cat. Jack didn't like how Josh wasn't that far away either. He sighed, and stuck his hand out.

"Nice party you threw here. Lots of uh...beer."

"Glad to see you made it. I got something for you out back, to, you know, celebrate you moving and all. She's all nice'n ready for a ride, if you know what I mean."

"What? Who?"

"You'll see," Brandon said as he led Jack to the back deck. Out here, there was a large pool with tons of drunk teens in it, just like inside. Brandon pointed over to one of the deck chairs and Jack's eyes went wide. He pushed past the party host and hurried over to his friend.

"Fuck, Sam, not you. I thought you knew better than this! Fuck, seriously?!"

Jack had no idea what to do. Here Samantha was, hammered, shitfaced, fucking out of it. He'd never seen someone more drunk in his life! Fuck, she was worse off than Timothy. It almost brought Jack to tears to see her like this. He only hoped Brandon hadn't done anything to her tonight. Fuck, if he had...

"Like what you see?"

"Alright, you little fuckass," Jack snarled as he grabbed Brandon by the collar. "If you did anything to her, I'll castra-"

"Brandon, this huge fucking smokin' hot chick just walked in and she's looking for you! She said you and a friend go see her at the front door. Dude, you gotta come quick! She's a fucking porn star or something!"

"Hear that, Jack? I gotta run. See ya." Jack grunted, but let Brandon go to see Anathane. And as predicted, he took Josh to go see her. Jack let his anger simmer down before returning to Sam. She looked up at him and giggled giddily.

"Jack? It'sh you! Yer here," she slurred. Jack groaned and picked her up out of the chair. 

He took her back inside and caught sight of Anathane seducing the crowd that had gathered around her enormous person.

Jack shook his head, glanced down at same again, and then upstairs to an empty bedroom. Fuck, she was a mess. He took her into the connecting bathroom and she puked in the toilet until her stomach was empty. Jack sighed and cleaned her up before depositing her on the bed and turning off the lights nearby. Sam moaned next to him and rolled onto her side, still smiling.

"Sam, what the hell?"

"Soooooo much punch. I really like punch, just like I like you," she giggled. Sam began to strip off her shirt. Jack shook his head and closed her eyes with his fingertips. She protested, but only lightly. Soon, she nodded off and Jack stroked her hair for a little while before going back downstairs.

After a couple of minutes, Brandon and Josh came downstairs, both red and embarrassed beyond measure. Everyone upstairs was laughing at them, just as Anathane had said would happen. And now for his part.

The second floor grew quiet as Anathane stepped out from the master bedroom doorway and sauntered down the hallway, grinning slyly. When she reached the balustrade, she surveyed the room downstairs like she was the boss. And she was the boss here, amongst these drunk and horny teens. She was the goddess here, and everybody was more than willing to worship her for a bit of favor.

Her piercing green eyes seemed to glow with intrigue as she licked her dark pink lips with a long, wet tongue. She spotted him and nodded approvingly. Jack shook his head and she stretched her arm out toward him, curling one finger, her smile widening. Again, Jack screwed with her, if not just to irk her.

This time, she came down the stairs to meet him on the first floor, sashaying her hips the entire way down. By now, everyone that was within sight stared at the scene unfolding. Anathane towered over Jack like a real life goddess of lust and beauty. Her chest was so large that it almost hit him in the face when she stopped before him.

"I'll not ask you again. I assume you're better than those two pussies that just ran away from me with their tails between their legs. Come on upstairs before I get impatient." Anathane actually sounded annoyed. So, this time, Jack followed her upstairs and into the master bedroom. Nobody watching stepped beyond the threshold, a mixture of fear and wonder in their gazes.

"So, what'd you do to the other two guys that came up here with you?"

Anathane smirked. "You don't want to know. Now drop your drawers. You've got a long night ahead of you and I want to get started before this party's busted." Anathane shrugged off her thin black dress and arched a brow at her lover.

Pretend all you want, Jack thought, you want me and we both know it.

"You have a name?" Jack began taking off his shirt and shoes as Anathane removed her undergarments.

"Anna. What's yours? I need another name to write on my door of shame at home."

"I'm Jack. You'll be screaming it by the time we're done." The teen stripped off the rest of his clothes and pushed the door shut with his foot. Anathane sighed.

'They can still hear us, you know.'

Her voice was in his head.

"Well, now that that's out of the way..."

"So confident, are we? You think you can make me cry out in pleasure?"

'I've done it before, haven't I?' Jack replied mentally as they embraced. Their lips connected and two pairs of hands began to explore ground that was not unfamiliar. Jack grinned against her lusty, hot lips as he felt up her breasts and pinched her nipples.

"Kid, you've got a long way to go before you make me cum."

"I think that I can make this cougar purr like a kitten before the cops get here." Jack hauled her off her feet and attempted to walk her over to the bed. But she wouldn't have that, and damn it all, she could never just let things be simple.

She grabbed the door and threw it open as her foot came around and tripped him. He hit the floor painfully with the demon on top of him. Now, Anathane was a big woman. Not just big, but heavy too. And being a demon didn't make her any lighter. So when Jack hit the floor, it felt like Nyx was stomping on his chest again.

Jack ignored the onlookers at the door and entangled Anathane in his arms. He planned to get this over with in a timely manner, considering the time frame they had, but she wanted to prolong it. The demon slid up his chest and sat on his face.

"Ride 'em cowgirl, huh?" Anathane teased as she bucked her hips against his face. Jack pushed his tongue between her wet labia and tasted her sweet juices. God, the smell was so fucking strong now, stronger than he remembered it being any other time. Was she an exhibitionist?

The thought was irrelevant as Anathane grabbed a clump of hair in each tanned fist and pulled his head against her waiting core. She smothered him and his cock stood straight at attention as she rolled against his chin, undulating over and over again as his tongue delved deep into her sex. He tickled her G-spot and Anathane crumpled into a ball on his head, almost crushing his skull. She opened her mouth to moan, but nothing came out. Jack had slapped a hand over her open mouth and put the other behind her head.

They shared a long, loving stare.

'Enjoying your oral?'

'I would be riding you like a horse were it not for the fact that you're biting my clit hard enough to pierce it.'

'Just relax. I didn't know demons got so horny when you tweaked just a little piece of flesh.'

'Don't think this is just your everyday occurrence, incomplete boy. I'd kill anyone else who tried to lick me like this if I didn't ask. Remember you're special because I love you.' Her voice faded from his mind and he released her mouth. She panted for a while before letting up for him to breath a little more easily.

"Had enough of trying to smother me to death?" the incubus joked, wiping his mouth of sweet, strong fluid. Anathane shrugged.

"Are you a pussy like the other two that ran away?" Anathane winked.

"Am I running?"

Anathane murmured, "Not yet. I'll make you run, boy. You just wait." She gracefully slid down his chest, all the way to his crotch. She sat on it and wiggled her ass teasingly.

"Do your worst, foul demon." Jack felt her smooth, bountiful backside slide up and down his throbbing arousal, causing his hips to jerk spasmodically. Fuck, she was grinding herself against him, and it felt way too good.

Finally, she grated herself against him and he pushed up. Rather unceremoniously, he slid into her tight hole and her eyes went wide. Anathane glared down at him, but the look in her eyes wasn't angry, but somewhat irked instead.

"Wrong hole."

"Whatever makes you purr," Jack retorted as he pushed his cock in all the way to the base. She leaned all the way up so they were perpendicular to each other. Jack could see she was a little more than curious. They'd never done anal before. Just about everything else one could imagine, but never this.

"Think you can get me to cum like this, boy? I'm not one for games if you're just going to screw around and do this just for yourself."

Jack gritted his teeth. "I said I'd make you purr like a kitten. And I'm gonna keep my word." He pulled back and slammed them together. Anathane's eyes never left his as he pounded her hips with a slow, methodic grind that left both of them breathing heavily and losing all forms of higher thought.

It was like she'd cast some spell over him. Her expression changed little as her breathing became steadily heavier. Her demeanor was oddly stoic and silent, her fingernails scratching his chest as he angled himself differently.

The constant pressure of her insides squeezed all the energy in his body into his cock, or so it seemed. He knew that she didn't have normal organs inside her body, or any organs at all really. A glance to the door told him that they were still being watched, very intensely as well. Anathane's spell over his thoughts was suddenly broken as he realized that the world wasn't just the two of them and the floor.

He sat up and took a few deep breaths to steady himself as the motion of their bodies ceased. Anathane looked at him quizzically, realizing as well that she had been caught up in the moment. She ran her fingertips over his cheek and arched a brow.

"Looking to be on top?"

"No, not really. I'm fine being a pedestal for now. Besides, this party's overdue for being busted. Aren't we just about done here?"

"Aw! But I was just starting to have fun. If you want, we can end it in a couple of minutes, or we could do a little tonsil hockey and cool down." She gave him a quick peck on the lips and squashed her huge chest against his. Jack thought for a couple of seconds.

"I think we should finish this up quick. I'm not sure how much time we've got left."

Anathane looked a little disappointed, but agreed nonetheless. "Good point. Just let me get this door closed real quick..." Her foot stretched to the door and abruptly slammed it closed. She suddenly wrapped Jack up in half a dozen tentacles and hugged him like he was going to fade away if she didn't.

"Lighten up a little, Anna. You're crushing my bones," Jack grunted as the demon's grip grew progressively tighter. A tongue found his and Anathane kissed him desperately, riding him hard. Her eyes weren't green anymore, but black with red irises like they normally were.

I fact, all of her demon parts were present.

"I couldn't hold back. Not with so little of my soul present. I knew I should have joined more pieces together, but I didn't expect you to fuck my ass tonight," she whispered apologetically. Her tongue thrust into the back of his mouth and almost choked him.

They continued to screw each other without any interruption for the longest time Jack could remember. He'd never had her just give him a normal fuck. It was always some kind of trick with her; hanging in the air, sticking things in his ass, fucking his mouth, violating him in horrible ways. This time, she was just interested in sex. No games.

She had mentioned on the way here that she had never had normal, vanilla sex with him out of all the times she'd made love to him. But since she hadn't made anything of it, and it had been more of an insignificant comment, he hadn't thought anything of it.

For the time being however, she was a wild mare. She attacked his cock with her hips like there was no tomorrow. Warm juices leaked out from her insides, coating his crotch and thighs in sticky goo. Still, she rode him into submission and begged for more with every thrust.

Jack broke their kiss and leaned back for air that wasn't as steamy as the Amazon Rainforest. But Anathane wasn't done with him. She stuck her tongue in his ear and giggled naughtily. "You're gonna cum soon. Let me scream a little. Please?"

"Did I say you couldn't scream?"

"Ah! Jack, harder!" she cried. Jack obliged and rammed her as hard as he could. She screamed louder and Jack felt her tentacles become slack. He took the offensive and grabbed her horns, allowing himself a place to yank while he thrust. Anathane's eyes turned into two pits of red flames, piercing his soul like daggers.

"Keep it down a little, would ya?"

She criend, "Gods, I'm gonna cum soon. Shoot every last drop right into me. Now get ready, 'cos this is gonna rock your world." She started doing what Volna did, compressing muscles around his throbbing member, pulling him in further. He pulled half way out before she forced him in again.

Jack latched his mouth onto her neck, fearing that if he tried to kiss her that her razor-like teeth would cut his tongue up beyond recognition. Anathane responded in kind, while drawing his member into a slimy suction vortex, by kissing his neck and tearing through his skin with her shark-like teeth.

Jack bit down on her shoulder, but to much less of an effect. As had happened the last time she'd shown him her horns and other such demonic parts, the film of golden liquid was spreading haphazardly across her body. One of those places was her shoulder.




Cemetery Summons Ch. 17



Suddenly, Jack felt his body on the threshold of a climax and everyone downstairs screamed. Jack bit down harder, squeezed his eyes shut, and gripped Anathane's horns like he was going to fall into an internal abyss if he let go.

"Anathane," he whispered desperately. The demon instantly retracted all of her extremities when the thunder of feet made the floor tremble. The party was busted, that was for sure, but they weren't done just yet.

"Feed me incomplete boy. Fill me up to the brim with your hot, sticky baby batter."

Jack let go, and ropes of cum were greedily sucked into Anathane's body. The door was flung open as Jack's squirting cock was emptying one of the biggest loads of his life into Anathane's needy form. She threw her head back and screamed incoherently.

And it was only after Jack's orgasm was over, and his cock stopped twitching with the last signs of his monumental ejaculation, that he noticed that there were two cops standing in the doorway. Normally, he would have felt self-conscious and scared, but he was too out of it to really care or understand.

So he grinned idiotically. "Best fuck in the seven circles right here." He gave Anathane's ass a nice, hard slap and she jolted back into awareness. The demon smiled and gave Jack a kiss on the lips.

"That was real nice. Glad I traded those tow pussies for a stud. Seventeen ain't exactly the best fuck you could ask for." She stood up and tossed Jack his clothes, slipping on her little black dress with no effort whatsoever. Pulling it over her enormous chest, which should have taken more effort than firing a rocket into space, took less than two seconds.

Jack barely had his pants on before Anathane was confronted by the two cops, who apparently had a problem with her comment about screwing a minor. The incubus jumped to his feet, only able to keep his jeans on by holding them with one hand.

"Whoa whoa whoa, wait a sec. What's wrong her-"

"You shut your mouth, kid. This isn't any of your business. Go on and get out of here before I decide to make you take a breath test." The cop wasn't happy.

But neither was Jack when Sam was almost being dragged down the stairs in handcuffs. He pushed past the two cops, knowing Anathane would be perfectly fine on her own. He hopped the banister and landed in front of the officer with Sam at his side.

Jack growled. "Where do you think you're going?"

"Is that a threat?" the cop asked, setting Sam on the ground as he reached for another pair of handcuffs. "Do you even know how much jail time you can get for that?"

"I don't care. Now get away from her, or I'm gonna wrap those handcuffs around your neck."

The cop pulled his pistol and aimed it at Jack's chest. "Get on your knees and put your hands behind your head." Shrugging boredly, Jack did as he was told and was abruptly handcuffed and taken to a police cruiser with Sam next to him, groggily asking questions. Jack told her it was going to be okay, even as they were put into the back of the car.

'Anathane,' he asked mentally. 'Anathane, do you read me? Over.'

'How's it goin' out there? I've got four of these fuckers with guns pointed at me. Oh, by the way, that fuck was amazing. My knees are still shaking.' Her giggles resounded through Jack's head as he sat silently with Sam leaning on his shoulder.

'I met a kid named...Dave...David or something tonight. Find his car and get him to take you to the corner of Vimar and Whitmans Drive, okay?'

'Got it. But...why? You got something devious planned, like a bank robbery? That's be fun, the whole Bonnie and Clyde thing, you know?'

'Yeah yeah, whatever. Just get the guy and his car, okay? I did a keg stand for him; he owes me.'

'Well, off I go then. Just meet us there when you can. I might do things to him if I get lonely, very naughty things that you might disapprove of,' the giggled and then the link between them went silent. Jack waited a little while before the cop got into the car.

"Hey, look, can you just let us out now?"

"..." The cop pulled out of Brandon's driveway.

"Okay then, have it your way. I tried to play nice," Jack snorted. He lifted himself off his butt and slipped his hands to the front of his body. He kicked the car window and it shattered. Jack was glad he had a ridiculous amount of strength, or else he might have actually been fucked here. He tried the cuffs, but found all they did was bend a little. He decided to let Anathane get them for him.

The cop slammed on the breaks and Jack unlocked his door. He shouldered it open and grabbed Sam. Unaware of what was going on, she simply clung to him for dear life. The cop tried to get out of his car, but Jack bent the door frame, popped the hood of the car and dropkicked the engine to make sure the car wasn't going anywhere any time soon.

After that, he ran off and found David's car. He pushed Sam into the back seat next to Anathane, who was waiting quietly with a cigarette between her lips. Jack rolled his eyes at her and hopped in.

"Want a cig? This kid's got some good stuff back here. A lot of gum if you want some of that too."

"No thanks. I wouldn't even be able to get it lit with these cuffs on my wrists."

"Suit yourself. Personally, I like the taste. Smoke has that certain...flavor, you know? Nitty gritty is just the way I like things." She found a lighter under her seat and pit the cigarette. "I didn't expect you to get caught by the cops though. Though it was for her, so-"

"Whoa, wait a sec! You got caught by the cops? Oh fuck man, fuck, I can't do this. No. Sorry, you gotta get out, now. Fuck, if I get pulled over with you guys in here, I'm fucked. Fuck! Why did I let her in? Fuck me."

"I did a keg stand for you, so you owe me. Just get me to the cemetery and I'll be fine. Please. After that, you'll never see me ever again," Jack begged. Reluctantly, and cursing for a couple of seconds, David said he would. On the way, Jack coaxed him into driving them to Sam's house, and Anathane unlocked their handcuffs by just ramming a finger into the lock and fiddling around with the inner workings until they clicked in the right way.

David sped away from Sam's street as quickly as he could, and Jack held his good friend bridal style. He nudged her awake gently and asked her where he could sneak in without being noticed.

By this time, Anathane was out of sight and going to get Anthony, knowing that Jack wanted a little time alone with his friend. The demon warped back to Brandon's house, grabbed Anthony out of the bathroom he'd drawn half a dozen ritual circles in, and set him down on a low brick wall in Sam's back yard. Anathane watched with Anthony next to her, Jack walk around to the back of the house and climb in through an unlocked bedroom window on the first floor and set Sam on the bed.

The fragments of her thousand-time shattered soul started talking, and she joined the back and forth banter while Jack had a little talk and kiss with his friend.

'I wish he loved us enough to do that for us.'

'He loves us a whole lot more. He just doesn't like us enough to.'

'What's that supposed to mean? He loves us, but doesn't like us?'

'Pfft! He doesn't do that because he'd be doing an Olympic dive onto that bed if it were us.'

'With a libido like that, I'm surprised he hasn't mounted her yet.'

'He got a hand under her shirt.'

'Oh, what's this? He's...he's unhooking her bra!'

'Go for it! See, I told you he'd go for her if...what's he doing now?'

'Maybe if you'd shut up, we'd hear him.'

'How cute, he's getting her ready for bed. I wish we looked that innocent.'

'This big body? We'd be lucky enough to pass off as a freak of nature, discounting that our eyes are so fucked up.'

'But incomplete boy likes us being a sex hound. Wagging his tail every time he sees us naked.'

'You mean when we wag our tail. Did you see that big meat rod of his jump when we did that little thing down the stairs?'

'Oh yeah, he's into us no matter which way you look at it.'

'He's into everyone else too. You saw how he looked at Nyx's big tits.'

'Nyx, so cute and naïve. Oh, to be so young again; that would be like a dream come true.'

'And kill half of us? Do you even realize when God started pumping out angels? That was some...what is it? I think it was something like a trillion or so eons before God caused the universe to be what it is?'

'And that would be our earliest infant stages, so...'

'We're old.'

'Yeah, too old. Does incomplete boy want to fuck an old woman like us?'

'He's a damn good actor if he doesn't.'

'This is a little disheartening.'

'What? You know he likes us.'

'The age thing?'

'Yeah.'

'Why? We're old, he's not. But he doesn't have to know that. I bet he's never once taken into account how much older we are than Elassa.'

'And that's the thing. When he does, he's gonna realize that we're just too old for him. We've seen everything there is to see. Well, besides God's face that is. I mean, we were there before the Great Fall of the angels, before Satan came down to hell.'

'Honey, we were there before most of the other demons were. There's only a handful that God made before us.'

'Oh, incomplete boy doesn't know how lucky he is. We're such a good catch.'

'Or a bad one. Having a schizo for a girlfriend isn't exactly a bonus.'

'It is when you look at it from a sexual standpoint. Tell me, how many times one of us fucked him more than once?'

'Um...anyone in this part done it with him more than once?'

'I think the original one has. But she's way back in hell. With the body.'

'She's the only one I think. What was it, twice?'

'Three times. When Kan came down there with the baby warlock? Remember?'

'No. I'm from a different split.'

'Which one?'

'The World War Two split, remember how many souls we reaped? So many tasty, mortal souls going to hell. Not as many Nazis as I was expecting though.'

'But those Krauts sure were tasty!'

'Hey! What were we talking about before we got onto this subject?'

'What, incomplete boy?'

'Stop calling him that.'

Everyone fell silent, save for one curious voice.

'You're part of the original?'

'Yes,' the commanding voice replied. 'I am. His name is Jack. Call him by that, because we love him. He is no longer a plaything or a fucktoy. He's a lover. Our lover.'

'Of course,' came the unanimous chant. None of the fragments would take a chance with wresting with any part of the original Anathane. Even though that original soul piece was fragmented, it still held enormous sway over all the others.

"Thinking about me again?" Jack's asked his demonic lover. For the past ten or so minutes, he and Anthony had watched her eyes stare into nothingness and her lips move only slightly, as if she were speaking to a hundred people at once. Jack was ready to go back to Nyx's place now that Sam was safely asleep and her window locked tight.

Anathane's eyes focused on him and she raised her eyebrows suggestively.

"You thinking about me, Jack?"

"Of course I am. You're our only ticket back to Nyx's house. Now let's go. Time wasted here is time my three wives can't afford to lose."

"As you wish, hubby," Anathane doted cheekily, pinching Jack's cheek as she produced a large and intricate portal circle and put a drop of Anthony's blood in it. They dropped through the ground and Jack felt his eyes growing heavy.

But this time, Anathane just tucked his head into her bosom and spoke soothing words into his ears, instead of pricking him in the neck with poison to send him into a coma. Jack just wanted to sit here forever until he felt the ground beneath his bare feet. Something about the air told him that he was back in Nyx's home once again.

He and his lover parted and he sat down. Behind him, a pair of mismatched doppelgangers waited for their master to retrieve them. Anathane waited to do that though, and Jack smiled up at her.

"That was fun, tonight. I really enjoyed that."

"Why thank you, Jack. I enjoyed it too, especially when your two friends ran out of that bedroom like I was a demon or something," she chided cheekily.

Jack rolled his eyes. "So the illusions worked?"

"Oh yes. Anthony did very well, making it seem as if I had a cock as big as Kan's. You sure he hasn't gotten pegged with that thing before? It looked pretty real."

"Him? No, he's deathly afraid of that thing. Anyway, is all the business down here done for now?"

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A/N: Sorry for the late update. I hope this chapter is long enough to make up for it. Please enjoy.



Cemetery Summons Ch. 18



"Down here?" Anathane restated to herself. "I don't know; let me rejoin with the other me's." She held her tanned arm and the manifestations she'd created earlier joined with her in a spectacular flash of light and wave of sheer power.

A thin cloud of white smoke covered the floor, spreading outward from her body. The temperature dropped as it lapped at the walls like a foaming sea, and then began to settle like a calm, lifeless fog. Jack sat, amazed at the sheer amount of energy that she had in her body. The fog now coating the floor was plain and dull, but it made the hairs on his body prickle and his skin tingle.

Anathane stood with her head thrown back and face toward the ceiling. Tresses of bright teal hair hung down behind her like a glowing waterfall, all the way down to her shapely hips. She really did look like a goddess, with a sort of majestic nature about her person.

Never in a million years would Jack have guessed he would have been her fuck buddy. She was just too damn beautiful for him to have ever gotten. Jack, the guy in highschool who hadn't gotten past second base with any of his three girlfriends, had some of the most gorgeous women in all the universe and other places at his heels. He didn't deserve any of them, but for some reason, they all said that he did.

"Hey Anathane?"

"Yes, Jack?"

"Why do you and Elassa and Niaf and Fain love me?" he asked.

Anathane sighed. "Asking that kind of question is like asking why people pay you for doing work when you have an eighteen-hour day in a coal mine and a ton of cash. We just love you, and me personally, it's because you're never satisfied with something good. You want to understand why this good thing came to you." She began to saunter toward him. "And if you really want to know why I cum to you every time we bump uglies...it's because you're incomplete."

"Well, now we're back at square one. I already know that," deadpanned the incubus as Anathane helped him to his feet. She shook her head in amusement.

"Then why ask about what you already know?" She started walking. "Come on, we have to go see a man about an army. He's going to make his decision about whether to lend us his support or not based on your end of this story."

"My end? Why?"

"He wants to know what love is," replied the demon as she walked on ahead of him. Jack furrowed his brow, thought for a moment, and then hurried to catch up to her.

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Grymir wasn't the massive demon with huge horns and a tail dipped in acid and covered in spines and skulls. He wasn't a very imposing demon, or even a very hostile one. Jack had expected all the men down here who were demons to be monsters. Grymir wasn't a monster at all. In fact, he wasn't even that tall.

In front of Jack stood someone who looked like he was sixteen, with dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. He looked bored, and scratched the base of one little horn absentmindedly as his cock rose to the occasion.

"This is not the type of man I expected. Are you sure he's an incubus? He looks a little too nice and caring," said the apparently ancient demon, turning his attention away from Jack and toward Anathane. Behind him, a flat-chested beauty with dark orange hair glared daggers at Anathane, seething with jealousy.

"I don't like him, Milord. His choice of company is appalling," the beauty spat, folding her arms across her flat chest. Anathane stood next to Jack and possessively rubbed one of her enormous soccer ball-sized breasts against his shoulder.

"You're just jealous these tits can win yours over too..." She gave Jack a glance and her eyes widened. "Oh, I'm sorry Jack. I didn't mean to speak like that. I was still sorting out the fragments when I was talking. I'm sorry," she said worriedly.

"Don't fret, incubus. I wouldn't try to take her from you. She's not much my type, but she does have special talents that I cannot yet find in another. A thousand limbs at once is hard to find, right, incubus?"

"Uh, yeah, I guess. Me, personally, I don't like the tentacles. All she does is try to rip me to pieces with them," Jack stated as Anathane ran two fingers up his neck to his ear. Grymir shrugged and turned his head toward his woman.

"To each his own I suppose. Right, Kadae?" he asked. 

The flat beauty behind him smiled. "Of course, Milord." Her hard gaze softened as soon as their eyes met and her tough exterior melted into a pliable, mushy façade in a second flat. She stepped forward and kissed Grymir hard before wrapping her arms around his chest.

Grymir broke the kiss. "Not now. I still have to see whether or not I'm going to have my army fight for him." The demon turned, again scratching his head near his horn. "So now, where were we? Jack, is it? Why should I help?"

Jack frowned.

"Why? Because I love Elassa, Niaf, and Fain with everything that I am. And because I'm going out there to get them no matter how few people help me. I need your help, most of all so I'm told, to see them again."

"You'd move toward certain doom just to prove your love?"

"Do you not know what love is? What is she, Kadae, to you? Hmmm? Don't you love her?"

Grymir reflected on the questioned for a moment and then looked back at the demon holding him so lovingly. "I don't know what love is. I feel Kadae in my heart the same as I feel each and every one of my originals. I would go as far as it took to retrieve them."

"You see? That's love!" Jack exclaimed, a little confused as the oddly cold and distant way he regarded his lover. Jack would have been up in arms if anyone had said he didn't love his succubi, or even Anathane for that matter. He loved them all dearly.

"Is love seeing an empty replication chamber and feeling something inside you build up? If so, then I love Kadae more than I love anything." At that, Kadae brightened and flashed Anathane a triumphant look.

"No," Jack started. "I think that's called anger."

"Then I feel great anger toward her," he restated.

Kadae suddenly looked dejected and hurt.

"No, what you felt when she was gone was anger. You love her. How do I explain it? Um, do you like spending time with her?" Jack was at a loss. This was like trying to explain emotion to a robot.

"I enjoy when productivity is increased because of her cooperation. So, yes, I do."

"Could you live without her?" Jack said.

"Yes," Grymir answered flatly.

"Fuck, you know what? Would your life be anything less than it is now if I killed her right here and now?" As soon as the words left Jack's lips, Grymir's horns had extended to long spikes, and his clawed fingers were wrapped around Jack's throat.

"I would have killed you if it were not for the spirit of this enterprise," declared the demon with a snarl.

Jack nodded. "That's love. You'd kill me to save her. You hate me because you love her. Look at her now and tell me what you feel." At Jack's words, Grymir turned his head and saw his amazed companion fidgeting nervously under his scrutinizing gaze.

Grymir furrowed his brow. "I feel myself becoming aroused. And my hair is standing on end."

"Well, I can safely assume that's the closest thing we can get from you that resembles love. Love, is exactly like that, only what I feel for my lovers is a thousand times greater than what you're feeling. It hurts me not to be with them. Physically, mentally, emotionally. I'd be crying myself to sleep right now if I didn't have Anathane here to help me through it."

Anathane kissed his head. "I love you too, Jack."

Grymir took his hand from Jack's neck and returned to Kadae's side, sighing. He spoke quietly with her for a moment, confused and intrigued glances going hither thither while they spoke. It was clear that he still didn't understand what love or hate or emotion in general was. After a minute or two, he looked back up, the bored expression on his face once again.

"I will help you, Jack, but I have one condition."

"What? I'll do anything," Jack said hastily.

Anathane tugged at the scruff of his neck before he got too eager. "You remember what happened the last time you said 'anything' don't you? Or did you forget about Helena?"

Grymir interrupted. "I do not want to be instated as the Second Circle's jailer. I refuse to take part in the hierarchy of this land. I am a hermit, and always have been. And I will continue to be one for the rest of my life."

"Thank you," Jack said as he sat down to get off his unsteady legs.

"And my Army of Darkness shall break down the gates of the City of Dis if need be. I will see to the battle plans as soon as the other conspirators have arrived. Kadae, come here."

She almost pushed him to the floor in her eagerness. "Already on you, Milord." They began kissing and panting as soon as Grymir's shoulders hit the floor. His horns grew longer still, unbent spikes jutting from his forehead.

Strangely enough, his wings and tail had yet to appear. Though his blue eyes did glow with a demonic light, his horns were the only other things about him that could label him as demonic. As they began to get very passionate very quickly, Anthony was pulled up beside Jack and his lover.

"Getting hasty, are we, Grymir? Or is your army blotting out the sun outside turning you on? We're going to get caught if you decide to have night come thirty years early, you know." It was Volna, and she held Anthony beneath the arm.

"Uh, hey Jack. She said she needed more payment, so, I'm here now. She's gonna have me out here for a while, I'm guessing. And, are we going into a war council or something now? That's what she said she was called here for."

"I think our leader is a little busy," Anathane giggled, pointing a finger over to the two lovers wrestling on the floor for the top position. Volna shrugged and laid Anthony down on the floor very gently, as if he would break if she used any force at all.

"Then I suppose it's time for me to take a little break as well. Come on, human. If we're going to find your lover, I need more of your seed." Volna smiled sneakily and spread Anthony's legs slowly. She knelt down between his knees and toyed with his engorged glans with her fingertip. Anthony didn't look too phased because of it, unlike Jack, who was always on the verge of gurgling on drool when he was being teased.

The warlock seemed to be the more experienced of the two, probably because he'd been teased more times than Jack by far. Kan really wasn't that gentle of a lover when you looked at their relationship.

Jack suddenly glanced at Anathane.

She smiled gently. "Don't worry. I took my fill from you not too long ago. Let's find a map; I know Nyx has one room devoted to them somewhere around here." Anathane patted the top of his head and they searched for a map high and low.

Eventually, they did find the right room, which was a library that seemed to stretch on in every direction forever to Jack. But Anathane, somehow, pulled a column off the floor that looked like it was the barrel of a railway artillery gun, and held it over her shoulder like a giant's club.

"Was the map under that or something?" Jack questioned, curious.

Anathane shook her head. "Incomplete boy, you're so silly sometimes. This is the map I'm holding. You didn't think hell was small enough for you to hold in one hand, did you?"

Jack's jaw would have dropped to the floor had it not been hinged to his skull. He was speechless. He knew that, given all the things that had happened to him recently, he should have been prepared for this at least.

After the initial shock of it all, he just shook his head and walked with Anathane back to the designated meeting room. On the way, they saw a number of very strange glyphs written sloppily all over the walls, and dozens of hand prints accompanying them.

Anathane just grinned slightly, and Jack knew just from that gesture that she knew something he didn't and it was going to affect him in a negative way very soon.

He didn't bother with it much, because if she was scheming, then he wasn't getting out of it. No matter how hard he tried, he always got reeled back in. A little farther down the hallway, someone was on the floor, murmuring something under their breath.

Anathane held her hand out. "Don't let her see you."

"What?" Jack frowned. "Who is it? What's wrong?"

"Helena. She's gone mad with lust. All those millennia without any sexual experiences, and I raped her nice'n good." Anathane licked her lips as they walked by. Jack's face paled as he saw the lack of any coherence in her eyes. All the lucidity in her head was gone.

It gave Jack pause to see that she was writing music here on the floor, or so it seemed. She wrote in an odd, angular and sloppy patter, but Jack could recognize some notes in the scribbles on the wall and floor. They ranged in size from something written like from the tip of a ballpoint pen, to something done by a painting roller.

But, the girl was entirely content to mutter and create alone on the floor, so Jack left her where she was without disturbing her. He turned the corner and all the color drained from his face, his palms sweaty and cold.

Anathane nudged him with her elbow. "What's the matter? Ain't never seen a girl in the mood for some hot dickin' before?"

Jack shuddered. "Eternity comes to an end this day, and yet we're locked together this way. His voice so pure, his skin to red. I only wish he hadn't bled. Anathane, those were the words to what she was writing. She wants to fuck me to death. Oh God, no, please no. I don't want another one!"

"Rest assured, it's not going to happen. I love you too much to let you get sucked dry." Anathane's eyes hardened as she stared at the wall ahead. "I'm not losing any more time you to scheduling issues."

"Scheduling issues?"

"If I have to carve up any more of my time with you between another woman, I'll cut her head off and stuff my arm down her neck and pull out her heart through her throat. I won't stand for another one."

Jack understood that what she was saying wasn't that she was going to be angry with the woman, but that she would be furious with him. Even though she couldn't bring herself to say 'don't sleep around with anyone else of you're fucked' he knew exactly what she meant.

He made it a mental note not to neglect her again. Ever. She loved him more than he thought he could even feel, but that wouldn't stop her from enacting her fantasies on him until her frustration was expended. And he'd seen only a glimpse of what she called 'kinky' thus far.

Back in the meeting room, there was another new stranger and a number of house guards that Nyx had brought with her here. Currently, Limarei rode Anthony's face while Volna rode his hips, and the poor bastard struggled to keep himself conscious.

Grymir had already finished, and was standing contently next to Kadae while she lay on the floor, a panting heap covered in sweat and bruises. She looked content though, which was what mattered to her.

"Juft abolt gun here," Volna said as she maneuvered the cock in her mouth to speak semi-coherently. Anathane set the map down on its side and pushed it with her foot. It rolled for about ten feet, and surprisingly, it was entirely unfurled.

Jack blinked hard and scratched the back of his head in confusion.

"How..."

"It's not a very big place, Jack, not compared to some of the other Sanctuaries. It's just a prison, so it really has no need to be that massive." She smiled, as if that explained how something that should have been three miles long was only teen feet in length.

"Nevermind. Fuck it, it was magic." Jack sighed and sat down while the conspirators began to assemble around the large sheet of age-yellowed paper. The only noticeable sound in the room was the constant slurping of Volna's mouth.

Limarei had already finished her fun and cleaned herself up by the time everyone was ready to begin the planning stage. The newcomer, a tall, aristocratic succubus with black hair and brown eyes, stared menacingly at Jack.

"Alright, since we're all here and accounted for, I'd like to say that you have my gratitude for coming here today. We're not much, but with Grymir's army, we should be just enough to squeeze out of this situation with our lives," Nyx announced to get things rolling.

"So, what's the plan so far?" asked Limarei, looking eagerly as her mother.

"Well, Helena is supposed to begin a concert for the gate guard three days from now, and we'll slip through the front gate unnoticed. Then Hypnos will take control of one of the inner courtyard guards and have him unlock the second gatehouse for us, allowing our forces to slip into the lower levels of the guard castle without much trouble."

"And what about the garrison?" asked Grymir. "My army can only do so much away from home. I can bring reinforcements, but it will take some time to design and attach an overseer to the hearthstone."

"Volna has...Volna! Take the cock out of your mouth and listen for once!" Nyx snapped angrily. The demon reluctantly paused and glared daggers at everyone present.

"Ahlmoft der," she replied.

"Damn it. Volna will have the garrison occupied in the main corridor, with Thanatos. Meanwhile, we'll be somewhere in the westward corridor. We'll exit in the older section of the Sanctuary of the Underworld and that's where the battle begins."

"What of the supply line between the realms?" Anathane asked.

Nyx added guiltily, "I was planning on having you guard it to a greater degree. Hypnos can only be so useful in there. You'll have to be his bodyguard while he takes control of the south guard post and holds the gate open for us."

"Mother!" the god whined, probably about her insulting his masculinity.

Nyx shot him a hard glare. "Grow some balls and quit acting like a pussy! Lose a few teeth? I'll tear your eyes out and cut off your tongue myself if that's what it takes to make you hold that damned gate open," she raged, wide shoulders raised and tensed.

Hypnos shrank back in the face of his mother's lesser fury, and shut his mouth as Nyx began to calm down. Jack knew that he wouldn't want to be in the god's place right now.

"Fine. But I need someone to guard my real body. Dalaria is going to have me assassinated once she realized what we're doing down there in the Sanctuary. Grymir?"

"I'm afraid my production facilities can only yield so much, Anathane. Either the Sanctuary of the Underworld is reinforced, or your body is defended with all extra forces. I cannot do both."

"Uh...I'll help there. I don't just want to sit around and do nothing while you guys are duking it out with an army. I want to help. They're my lovers." Jack felt uneasy as everyone turned to him. Even Volna stopped sucking the cock she had fallen in love with recently to stare at him.

Anathane growled. "No. I'm not going to lose you, not for a silly war like this."

"But I want to help! I can't sit around and let you guys and everyone else fight a battle for me that I'm not going to even see! I can't sit here and wait for the outcome."

"But..." protested Anathane meekly, curling her fingers gently around his wrist. Tears formed in her eyes. "If you die...then...then..."

"I want to fight." Jack said. "I will fight," he reaffirmed after a second thought. He wasn't taking no for an answer. These were his lovers, and he was going to be there when they were freed. He wanted to be the one whose shoulders Fain and Niaf and Elassa threw their arms around and cried onto.

"If he wants to fight, then he will fight," Grymir said boredly.

"Good enough for me," Volna said as she returned to her greedy slurping.

The black-haired succubus spoke. "And how do you plan on fighting to free my sister? Do you have a weapon? The skill to wield it and kill your fellow denizens of hell? Or are you going to turn tail and flee at the first sight of blood?"




Cemetery Summons Ch. 18



"Ekana!" Nyx denounced.

"Be quiet. I want to hear it from him. He was never worthy of my sister's love. For her to throw herself at something like this is a momument to her foolishness. To have her in this situation now is a mockery to our family." She glared harder. "Tell me, incubus, how do you plan on freeing her?"

"By fighting with you until she and the others are back in my arms."

"How d-"

"I will get them back! I don't need to explain anything to you." Jack was on the verge of hitting her. He knew that this was a bad idea, fighting with a succubus who seemed far older and more experienced that even Elassa did, but he couldn't help it. He was frustrated and tired.

"If we've gotten that out of the way..." Nyx pushed gently. "Then we need to figure out how Jack is going to hump- help! Help us and what position he's going to fuck- fight! Fight in for this endeavor." Her cheeks darkened.

"Awe you alwight?" questioned Volna as she paused to adjust herself to that Anthony was forced to eat her out while she milked him dry.

Nyx's whole face flushed darker. "I'm fine. I just need someone else to finish off the plan and then we'll get to doing it..." She turned her eyes down after her unintended innuendo.

"Having trouble?" an annoyed Ekana pried, smirking deeply and cunningly.

"You do this then! I don't see you planning out the greatest coup de grace in the past thousand eons! How am I supposed to think with all of you fucking each other five feet away from me?! I've not laid with another soul in over a fortnight!"

"Sucks to be you," Limarei replied offhandedly as she eyed Anthony hungrily.

"Limarei...Hypnos, take care of your sister. Get her out of my sight."

"Gladly, mother!" Hypnos said enthusiastically. He grabbed Limarei by the arm and hauled her away despite her best efforts to break free. After Limarei was gone, Nyx calmed down a bit and let out a long, unhappy sigh.

"This meeting of the minds is over. I'm going back to my bedroom. I don't want any of you to follow, for any reason. I don't care what you do, just stay away from me. I do not wish to be disturbed." After saying what she needed to, the dark succubus slumped her shoulders and left the room, looking neglected and hurt.

"Well, milord, does that mean that I am allowed to continue?" Kadae asked huskily.

" And somebody find Helena!" Nyx roared from down the hallway.

Grymir shook his head. "I suppose not. I don't want to anger our host any further."

"Further?"

"It was our business right in front of her face that caused her to become angry. I would refrain from such actions until her mood improves. Ekana, I would suggest that you stop wearing those kinds of clothes. Your scent is strong, even from here."

"Whatever do you mean?" the succubus asked cutely, acting as innocent as she could. She batted her eyelashes to emphasize the fact that she was putting on a front.

"Everything you have on your body is meant to pleasure you with every move you make," Grymir explained. He scratched one of his horns (which had shrunken back down now to their original stubs) and waited for the succubus to admit the fact. Instead of admitting, she began to undress to show that he was right.

"You're good, very good in fact. Only Elassa has ever been able to realize when I wear these." Ekana pulled off a series of leather belts, and the one going laterally between her legs came off to reveal two long dildos attached to it. She'd had them inside her body the entire time, and one of them was soaked to the core with her juices.

Jack felt a twinge of arousal spark within him as her scent hit him. Ekana seemed to instantly know that he was getting riled up, and turned her piercing gaze toward him. She licked her lips sensually and let out a smooth, mature moan.

"You're just the right size. How'd you like to feel the sting of my whip on your cute little bottom? Mmmm...or my nails tearing your skin to ribbons? My teeth ripping your throat? Oh, you're making me so wet with your dirty talk."

Jack realized that her hands were sliding up his chest.

When had she moved?

"Ekana?" he stammered.

"How would you like to be suited up right?" She grabbed his balls and squeezed hard. "Have these big, nasty things tied up and this nice soldier here bagged n' tagged in a cock cage? Ho, you're not even done there? What other naughty things are you gonna say?"

"What? Me? You're the one saying all this stuff about cock cages and ripping me up!" Jack protested.

Ekana was only more encouraged at that. "Oh you do want to! You're such a naughty boy. Alright then, you're going to get the biggest, thorniest pink dildo I have. And I'm gonna shove it so far into your boy-pussy that you'll cum just from the contact high."

"N-No thanks." Jack couldn't think with her hot, sweet breath creeping up his neck. Something about her was intoxicating, and scaring the life out of him. Unfortunately, it only served to make him hornier. Precum dribbled out of his throbbing cock.

And then she incurred the wrath of Anathane.

"I'll be your master."

No sooner had the words left her lips, did her feet leave the floor. Ekana was thrown across the room with such a force that even Jack's short hair was blown to the side. She hit the wall on the opposite side of the room with a loud thud and then the floor with a similar noise. Her eyes rolled back in her head and blood dripped out of her mouth.

"No! No more mistresses! Four is enough!" Anathane's eyes were alight with fury. Her fist was red and bruised, but she gave no sign of feeling it in the slightest. Her shark-like teeth were bared, hard white knives jutting from her gums. "I will not have another."

"And I don't want another. Anathane, calm down a little."

The demon shuddered. "No, not her. You're lucky you got three subs. You have no idea how lucky you are that you got three of them."

"Three subs?! Are you kidding me? Elassa tied me up and toyed with me! You call that submissive?"

"Jack, understand that here...here they are considered submissive. If you push enough, they will fold and seek to please you and call you master and love you. Ekana will not. No mater how hard you push, she will always push harder, and she will torture you. Elassa and Niaf enjoyed teasing you, with their main goal in mind being milking you to the fullest extent and pleasing you. Ekana would no sooner say she loved you as slit your throat and bathe in your blood. You are not a lover to her, but merely a plaything. Do not consort with her. Ever."

"Okay," Jack said. "Geeze."

"Now, we need to go find Nyx and make things right again."

"What? I thought..."

"Poor Jack, when a girl says she doesn't want anyone to follow her, she means that she wants a stud to go fuck her properly in her room. C'mon, I can take us there faster." Jack took her hand and closed his eyes. He didn't want to see what it was like having reality warped around him. He opened his eyes again to see Nyx pacing about a massive room with her huge wings dragging on the floor behind her.

"Well, we're here Anathane. What now?" Jack whispered.

"I'm not the one she wants to talk to. Go let her pour herself out on you."

"That didn't sound...she doesn't want to talk, does she?" Jack was catching on to Anathane's subtlety bit by bit. Even though it was hard to tell whether or not she was being serious at times, he was getting better at realizing when she said one thing and meant sex. It was getting more common too. Jack sighed.

"Oh, she does want to talk. Just not to me or anyone else besides you. She's sexually frustrated because she turned you away, and she knows you're one hot piece of ass." Anathane winked at him obnoxiously and Jack turned to her.

"Why do you always do that?"

"What? I've only winked a couple of times before."

"No, not that. You always call me a 'hot piece of ass', or 'studly do-right' or something like that. You never just call me something normal. Why is that?"

Leaning down, Anathane put her hands on his shoulders. She looked him sternly in the eyes. "I call you nicknames because that's what lovers do, like honey or sweetie pie. If you want me to stop, then just say so. I thought I was being cute. Is it not so?" 

"No, it's fine. I was just curious. You never call me incomplete boy anymore." Jack's cheeks turned a tinge red. "I kind of liked that one. It was the only nickname that you made just for me."

"Well then, incomplete boy, if you want me to do anything else for you. And I mean a-ny-thing, then just ask, m'kay?" She gave him a quick peck on the lips and placed one hand firmly on his bottom.

"And now I go talk to Nyx?"

"And now you go talk to Nyx."

"Wish me luck," Jack said as he turned away from the demon and headed over toward the black-skinned succubus pacing about worriedly. She noticed him when he neared about ten feet from her, and raised her wings from the floor in an effort to make herself look a bit more composed and in control.

"I thought I told you I wanted to be left alone," snapped the succubus.

"Um...well, I know it's not fair that you have to shoulder this whole burden by yourself, and I-"

"Not fair?! You bet your ass it's not fair to leave me with all the planning! Do you know how long it took me to gather all this information and formulate a plan?! Weeks, weeks it took, and I have not slept in days! I've been working nonstop to make your rescue plot work! I don't even get anything out of it!"

"I'm sorry. I'll-"

"And another thing; you didn't give me a single word of praise for doing all this. I've done everything thus far for your benefit! And do I get a thank you? Or even a job well done? No! I have you running about in the human realm with Anathane and then running about in my home and leaving me to watch two pairs make love before me!"

"I woul-"

"Do you know how long it's been since I've been properly pleasured? Twenty three days! Incubus, that's all for you, did you know that? Every one of those days has been devoted to helping you get your lovers back! And I'll tell you right now that I'm getting fed up with shouldering everything like your packmule! You do some of the work for a change!"

"I will! Tell me what I need to do and I'll gladly do it! I want to help! That's why I'm here!"

"You can't! You're useless here! You, you don't know anything about the geography of the Sanctuary of the Underworld! You don't know the fortifications, the guards, the garrisons, secret passageways, anything! All you know is that somebody you love is waiting in a dark cell and you want to fuck them again! Did you stop to think about how everyone else felt?"

"Everyone else? I thought you were all in this to help me."

"We are, oh we are in this for you. Just for you. Nobody is going to get anything out of this. We may die, and we'll all fight for you, but for what noble cause is it? Love? You think yours is any different from Grymir's, or Volna's? You're in this plot for your own gain! And so is Anathane! Why do you get everything out of this?"

"If you want something, then just ask! I'll give it to you!"

"You can't give me anything though! What do you own that's of any value to me? Who do you want to rescue? Elassa? Sure, we've been friends for a while, but I wouldn't get myself killed for her! Nor the other two!"

"What!" Jack roared. "What what what?! What are you so mad about?! What's wrong with you? Why are you so worried all of the sudden?! Tell me!"

"I don't want to be the leader anymore!" She snatched him into her arms and squeezed them snugly together. "I'm tired of making all the decisions. It's too stressful. I do a lot of thankless work and I'm not even getting any love for it. I'm jealous," she admitted quietly, breaking down.

"Jealous, of what?"

"Of Anathane and Volna and Kadae. And Ekana. All of them get attention just for being there. I'm the one making all the plans. I'm the one who's hosting this little charade. I'm the one getting no thanks or credit for everything I've done."

"You shouldn't have to hear it. You should know that I'm thankful, Nyx."

"That's not how it works though. A woman knows when a man thinks she's beautiful, but doesn't she still want to hear it? Would you like to go around knowing that people are impressed with your accomplishment, and get no thanks for them anyway? It makes you feel neglected."

"Nyx, thank you. For everything, thank you."

"You're just saying that now. I know you mean it, but it's not the same after I've told you like this."

"Then what can I do to show it, huh? You want me to lay you down and make love to you right here? Would that be appropriate? For me to just show you like that? I'm all ears for what you want me to do, Nyx."

She let him down and slumped against him lazily. "I just don't want to be in charge anymore. I...want to do nothing."

"I guess I could try to take the lead. Would that make it a little easier?" Jack put an arm behind her back and she leaned back against his hand. He slowly lowered her to the floor and slipped his arm down to the small of her back.

"Perhaps." Nyx closed her eyes and let his hands roam all over her body. Jack hadn't ever taken the soft lead before. Well, he had taken the lead, but never in a nice slow setting like this. Even the time with Anathane when she'd revealed her horns and tail to him, she had been so frightening just to look at.

"Well, now that's we're speaking in our own voices; thank you. I'm sorry for neglecting you all this time, and not giving you any praise. But I'm so worried about things too. I don't even know if they're still alive. I'm sorry for putting you through this with me though, truly, I am." He inclined his head downward and nibbled at her neck playfully.

She breathed, "If you keep dragging me into this hole you're digging, I'm gonna drag you into mine sooner or later." She kissed his ear and that set off several fires inside his body. Stifling a moan, he let his erection come to rest against her swollen labia. He rubbed his arousal against the trimmed triangle of bright orange hair just above her pussy, and closed his eyes.

"I'm good at landscaping. I can fill any hole you want with enough seed to grow a garden," joked the incubus. Nyx loved it apparently, the innuendoes further exciting her for the occasion.

"I think there's a lot of water just below the surface. Maybe you should sink a shaft into that hole that needs filling. Yes, a nice, long, shaft should fill that up nicely. Just pump it all out." She pushed his head back and then pulled it to bring him closer for a kiss. He put a hand between their lips and smiled.

"I think there's a nice valley I need to explore first," he replied, cupping as much of her breasts as he could in his hands. "Some black mountains are blotting out the sun down here. I can't see a darned thing with these things in the way."

Nyx looked at him, her pupils dilated as if she were hammered or drunk. "Careful with the peaks, incubus. Those mountits might just be volcanoes."

"I don't think anything coming out of these could worry me much. In fact...why don't I just try to milk you right now?" Done with joking, Jack clamped his hands down upon her breasts and firmly began to massage the gigantic orbs in slow, circular motions. Her heart thundered in her chest, hard enough to alert him to her arousal.

Not that he didn't know that she was horny already.

Her core was a torrent of desire. A puddle was forming beneath her body, and a deeply erotic scent rose from the condensing fluid. Jack felt his mouth water in anticipation. The only other time he'd ever smelled something like that was the night Anathane had force-fed him energy. If that didn't make him hard enough,, the sight of Nyx creaming right then and there certainly did.

Her knees clamped together around his waist and threatened to crack his bones. Her fingers cut deep grooves into the flagstones at her back and her entire body began to throb with a dark glow that engulfed Jack's attention entirely.

Her endless black eyes drew his attention to her face. She brought his head down gently and kissed him full on the lips, a fanged grin on her face. She purred lightly as her lips broke suddenly away from his and trailed down his jaw toward his neck.

She suddenly stopped, and whispered into his ear, "I am so very jealous of Anathane. She gets you all to herself these days."

"Only when I want her to," Jack corrected, grinding their sexes together with agonizing slowness. Another sticky drizzle of fluid left Nyx's body.

"Why would you refuse her? She who has more following here in the Second Circle than even me?" Nyx's voice quivered as Jack aligned his body for the first thrust.

"Because I love four women so deeply that their names are etched into my soul. And I love them with all my heart. I love Anathane, but I love them too. It would be selfish of me to forget about them and just love Anathane forever."

"But you could do just that and be happy, without this insurrection. What's so special about them that makes you want to die for them?" Nyx's body seized up as Jack sank his throbbing member into her pussy.

"Because they love me too." Jack slipped his hands down to her artfully-curved backside and nibbled playfully at her neck. He then rammed their bodies together with such force that the sound of their hips smacking together was like a thundercrack in the sky.

"I think I might too," breathed the succubus as two massive black wings ripped through her flesh and scrabbled across the stone floor. Jack started to pound away at the cleft of her thighs, feeling her smooth, dark skin against his own pale skin. His rhythm wasn't fast, but harder than he could have thought he could make it.

He lost himself in Nyx's eyes when he glanced down at them. Two vortexes of black depths that tugged at his innermost desires. Everything he wanted was waiting for him in the shape of this woman. He saw another pair of wings over hers, these ones pure and white like angel's robe. Jack realized that these were how own, and they nearly matched Nyx's for size.

A smile tugged at his lips. They were perfect. He and Nyx were made for each other. Dark charcoal fingers intertwined with pale white ones and the two kissed deeply, arms out to either side like their wings.

Jack could almost feel the chains of guilt and regret pulling him back, but he was so far gone in Nyx's beautiful eyes to care in the slightest. Everything he wanted was in her. All he had to do was take it and be in heaven. A tail wrapped around his one good horn and tugged fiercely.

Jack's lips broke away from the succubus' and he growled with annoyance and loss. He grabbed the intruding appendage and yanked it down into view. The motion of his body waned when he saw the tail's color.

It was his own.

Jack suddenly felt those chain from before beginning to weigh him down. Guilt stabbed at his heart like a thousand knives. He looked at his hands, clawed and covered in a film of smeared blood. Beneath him, Nyx lay with her arms outstretched toward his upright body, pleading.

"Come back. I need you to go all the way." Her voice was like liquid velvet and honey. How could he refuse such a beautiful, enticing woman when he was already on the verge of giving in compl-

His tail roped itself around his neck and began to choke him. He pulled it away, and it cut his cheek with a sideward swipe. The chains felt heavier now than ever. What was happening to his mind? Why was he...losing...his...

Another swipe brought him back from the edge. He growled and continued to hammer Nyx's dark body with everything he had, this time, disconnected from her gaze. What was going on? Why was she so damned wonderful? Every time she looked into his eyes, she just captured him and refused to let go!





Cemetery Summons Ch. 18



His whole body was hers! Their eyes met yet again and he dropped down for more intimacy. This time, when his tail roped itself around his neck, Nyx grabbed it and held it in her fist. Her eyes sucked him in again and she slipped her tongue into his mouth. 

"Continue," Nyx commanded. At that, Jack deepened everything he could, and explored her mouth with his tongue. Moan rose above the clamor of their bodies and Jack thought he would go entirely numb.

"I..." Jack's thoughts died as soon as he could get them to the fore of his mind. Nyx withdrew her lips and giggled naughtily.

"Go ahead."

"I...I lo..." He couldn't think! His climax was just too close!

"You can do it," she teased. "I'll help. I love..."

"I..." Jack felt a sharp pain on his back. "I love..."

"Nyx," she succubus said, the anxiousness in her voice almost palpable.

"I love N..." A vision passed through Jack's head, one of a beautiful woman with white hair, neon green eyes, and the voice of a goddess. He gazed deeply into Nyx's eyes and then realized what he wanted to say.

"I love Niaf."

Nyx asked incredulously, "You love what?"

"I love Fain." Jack growled and overturned Nyx so that she was on top of him, riding his body like a statue on a pedestal. He howled and felt his body shudder in preparation for an epic climax.

"No!" screamed the dark woman.

"I love Elassa!"

Jack raised his hips and forced her down sharply, digging his claws into her thighs. He buried his cock inside her body, down to the hilt, and pumped hot ropes of cum into her womb. She threw her head back and wailed in the wake of a colossal orgasmic meltdown.

They rode out the remainder of the ordeal with hips bucking and waning enthusiasm and strength. Jack waited for her to stop jerking the lower half of her body before trying to move. God, please help me, he prayed.

He thought that if another second had gone by in the throes of passion with Nyx, that he would have lost everything and been a slave to her desire. He made it a mental note that this would be the first, and the last time that he would ever have sex with Nyx under any circumstances.

'Nyx isn't as good as anyone else, is she? Even Volna?'

'Anathane?'

'Who else talks directly into your head, incomplete boy?'

'What makes you say she's not as good?'

'Just answer me,' came the flat reply.

'No, she is. What makes you say otherwise?'

'You saw it, didn't you? The want and need in her soul.'

'No, I saw Elassa. I looked as deep as I could and I saw her. I'm so glad I did. Or I might not be talking to you right now.'

'Oh, that's quite impossible. I would have yanked your cute ass off that big, womanly body of hers and finished you off myself.'

'But you were...'

'Look up, dummy.' Jack's eyes followed her orders and he found Anathane's massive form towering above him. She had Nyx's face cupped in her hands and was kissing the succubus absentmindedly. She winked. 'Didn't think I'd just let your soul get sucked out through your cock, did you?'

'Sucked out? Wait! They can actually do that?!'

'Of course. Nobody's ever tried it on you before. Nyx would've done it had Elassa not been the first thing on your mind while you were fucking her.'

'She tried to eat me!'

'It's over now. I don't think you want another taste of soullessness, do you?'

'No, I'm done with that. Nyx is great and all, but I'll stick to familiar territory. I don't lose my mind as often when I'm grabbing your horns or Elassa's breasts or the twins' asses.'

"Glad to hear it," Anathane actually said. "Just hold on for a second." She lifted Nyx up and then set her down on the ground nearby. She helped Jack to his feet and put a hand beneath her chin, rubbing her jaw.

"What?" the incubus questioned.

"Nothing. Just admiring you. For a half-and-half, you've got some damn big wings and a nice long horn." Her smirk deepened.

"That was a sex joke, wasn't it?" Jack asked as they put Nyx into her bed. She wasn't asleep, but she was far too exhausted, both physically and mentally, to do anything more productive than rest. As they left the room, Anathane ruffled his hair and traced the side of his horn all the way to the tip.

She giggled, "It is if you want it to be, incomplete boy."

"You're incorrigible, you know that Anathane? Just a terrible, horrible demon with no mercy and no sense of modesty," Jack replied with a sigh. He smiled out of the corner of his mouth and Anathane picked up right away.

"Well, you see, I have this problem about this 'modest' bust of mine. I just can't see to get your hands all over it at once. I've tried and tried, but I can never get all my boobage into your palms all at once."

"That's terrible," Jack deadpanned, being uninterested. Nevertheless, his body broke the façade and his soldier rose to immediate attention at the mention of the gargantuan mammary goodness that Anathane possessed.

"Whatever am I to do? I can't make them any smaller or your flagpole is going to be at half mast!"

"Well, we could see a little later if I can get everything in my hands. Would that make it any less of a problem?" he asked.

"But then that makes the other problem start," she replied, curling her bottom lip cutely.

"And that is?"

"I get all wet down here and then I don't have anything to plug it with. My fingers are too small. I need something bigger, and longer too."

Jack shrugged. "Use a tentacle. They're thicker than anything I have, even my arm."

"Oh, you ruined the game!" Anathane whined with a laugh. "I thought you were going to talk me into a fantasy or two. Too bad."

Jack inclined his head toward the demon. "Well, I- Oh dear God, what did you find in my head?" He stared at her blankly. Anathane had fit herself into the tightest nurse's outfit in the history of heaven, hell, and earth, and was trying to zip it up past her overflowing bust. She smiled innocently at him.

"What? I like these little outfits. You got a kick out of your last doctor's appointment, right? I thought since you like that nurse so much, that you would like this one too." She pulled out a syringe and stuck her tongue with it. She sucked blue liquid out and then flicked the end of the needle.

"This is creepier than it is sexy, you realize. And aren't you going to finish with the zipper?"

"Oh this?" she looked down at the half-zipped uniform and shrugged, causing her cleavage to rock and jiggle like jelly. "I think it's fine how it is."

"Sure. Let's go back to- ah!" She jabbed him in the neck and injected the liquid into his bloodstream.

"All done. Now we can go get you a blade."

"Blade?" Jack gave her a confused look.

"You can't help us fight the horde without a blade, now can you?" After that, they continued petty and mindless banter back and forth about this and that, making their way to what Anathane said was the armory.

Jack had asked twice now how much longer it was going to take and whether or not they might miss it, but Anathane had just smiled at him in an amused way and told him that he'd know when they found the armory. And for a while he had been doubtful.

But looking at the doorway before them, he wasn't so sure he had any reason to doubt her word in the slightest. It was made of swords, axes, daggers, falxes, cleavers, picks, hammers, pikes, bills, spears, polearms, and every other melee weapon that Jack could recognize. The door was quite simply a gigantic mesh of medieval weapons that, somehow, didn't collapse.

It looked at if you could just walk through some parts. Gaps the sizes of small cars filled the doorway all over, like jagged maws surrounded by hundreds of sharp teeth. Jack stared until his shock and awe was gone, and then Anathane ducked through a hole, curling her fingers for Jack to follow in suit.

Inside the armory, mountains of iron and steel lay in ever direction. The armory wasn't so much an armory as it was just a collection of junk piles. He had expected some massive forge with hammers ringing and the sound of whetstone on steel. Instead, there was nothing but silence. Eerie silence.

He followed the demon playing nurse through the maze of steel mountains, careful to avoid touching anything. Several valleys they passed through looked like they were about to be filled in with thousands of tons of pointy death.

Anathane had assured him that nearly a thousand eons had passed and not one blade had moved without being touched. Only, she did this very quietly, which made Jack even more nervous.

They eventually, after several hours of exploring and backtracking, wove their way through the maze and their destination became apparent almost as soon as the opposite wall could be seen. Anathane was leading him into the maw of a horned skull. He couldn't' tell how big it was, only that the scale it had been constructed on was ridiculously big.

The mouth was wide enough to fit a hundred people side by side where the skull's mouth met the floor. Here, there were guards bedecked in black armor, carrying pikes in their gauntleted hands. They glared, but said nothing and didn't protest when Anathane walked through. Jack, likewise, was let through, but with a growl from one of the guards.

Inside, it wasn't as grand as he had expected. In fact, the room wasn't that big at all. Against the right wall there was a pool of molten slag, and on the left, a large anvil and smithing hammers. Directly ahead, there was a large stone with a groove in it.

"Alright, this is it, Jack. I can make the blade for you, but you have to create the block," Anathane explained as she waited for him to do something. He looked up at her and held his arms out to his sides.

"What does that mean? I've never made a sword before. What the fuck do you expect me to do, chisel out a mold for it?"

"Oh, whoops! Silly me, I didn't give you the right memories. Here, let me just get another draught of this..." She pulled the syringe back out and drew blood from her arm this time. She flicked the tip of the needle once more and Jack held his arm out before she had to ask for it.

While she pushed the blue liquid into his vein, he wondered what memories she had given him instead of these ones. He should have decided not to want to find out, but something bubbled to the fore...

*His eyes saw a tanned body, bronzed flesh against dark black.

"Harder! Oh! Ah, ah, ah, ah! I'm so fucking hot right now! Pound me into the ground! Ah! Like that! Yes! Yes! Yes! Harder! Oh gods! Yes! Yes!" screamed the dark body.

"You just wait until I get every hole plugged," said a familiar voice.

Anathane's voice.

Jack's eyes saw the rest of her tanned body, but from her point of view. Holy shit! He was reliving one of her memories! A tentacle stuck out from between her legs and rammed in and out of the dark body held in a tangle of other multicolored tentacles.

"Anathane! You're the best fuck I could ever ask for! Fuck me into the ground! Harder!" Oh God, it was Nyx.

Nyx and Anathane had fu-*

Jack came back to real time as a needle sucked blue liquid out of his arm, and he gasped in fright and surprise. He gave Anathane a guilty nod, and she flushed extremely red. It wasn't every day that Jack saw her genuinely embarrassed.

Without speaking a word of inquiry toward the short scene that he'd witness probably from a kajillion years ago, he set to work creating a mold for his blade. He found a block of stone, a chisel and hammer, and carved out a mold in about twenty minutes.

"You, uh, almost done?" inquired the demon meekly.

Jack couldn't let it go. "How could you two even...I mean...the tentacles are really...?"

"No! No, no they're not anything like that!" Anathane explained quickly. "No, well, you remember how I said I used to have Nyx as an exclusive fuck buddy?" Her eyes became worried when Jack shook his head. "Well, I did, and we used to do that every day. It's like...um, scissoring for human girls, only a little different."

"But...you were..."

"Oh! You're...oh Gods no! I would never...I'm not in to that anymore. Trust me, I would never do that to you. I...sure it would feel...good..." Jack glared at her. "I won't! I swear I won't!"

"Sure," Jack said, warily. He didn't say anything else about it for the duration of the stay in the armory.

After Jack had carved the mold with Anathane's memories in his head, the right ones this time, Anathane shaped and purified the metal in less than an hour's time. She cooled, hammered, and sharpened it until she deemed it acceptable. Jack hadn't seen anything like that in his life.

What he had expected to take hours took only forty or so minutes. Hammering and shaping the blade itself, heating it again, cooling; it had all been done so fast. She'd grabbed almost a dozen hammers with numerous limbs and gone to town on the hot metal, pounding it with the force and speed of a jackhammer.

Jack was amazed when the sword was finished and Anathane presented it to him. She held it out to him with one hand at each end, beaming at him proudly.

Jack's bad mood was gone, and it was now replaced with a happy one. Well, not really happy. It was more like he was in shock of the whole situation. Anathane gently pushed her hands against his chest, the sword resting on her palms.

"Go ahead. Fine Japanese katanas are folded two hundred to two hundred and fifty times. They can cut fine steel if their wielder is strong enough. Guess how many times I folded yours."

"Five hundred?" Jack was just taking a shot in the dark.

"Hmph! Well, I thought you'd give me a little more credit than a Swedish metallurgy factory. Incomplete boy, I folded your blade one million times exactly. Not only can you cut a silly little bar of steel, you can cut diamonds. You can even cut me, so be careful now." Anathane's smile widened when he took the blade and held it in his hands.

"It's beautiful. I...thank you. Thank you Anathane." Jack wasn't lying when he said it was beautiful. The sword gleamed in the orange glow of the molten slag nearby, streaks of light dancing across the perfect blade.

The end of the blade was notched and was widened, making a curved arrowhead that was about four inches long at the end. It was like a double-edged hook. He looked up at Anathane, half expecting to see her hand wanting the weapon back for her own use.

"Glad you like it."

"But, are you sure? I mean, don't you want it? I wouldn't give this to another soul if it was mine." He offered it back to her, but she shook her head gently and closed his hand around the hilt. She then leaned down to kiss his forehead.

"Good thing you do own it then, huh? I'll only accept the best for my incomplete boy. So be happy. I'll make you a scabbard right now in fact. Just hold out your hand." She held out her hand and he clasped it. He almost dropped his new sword when her hand detached itself from her wrist and turned into an amorphous blob of black goo.

Jack shrieked, "What the fuck!"

Anathane's hand grew back and she stuck her tongue out at him like a five year old doing something cute. The blob crept toward his shoulder and then down to his waist. It split in half and one half wrapped around him like a belt. The other half extended down to his foot, the end at his hip fanning out.

"It's a scabbard, you know, like my pussy is for your little sword? Just stick that big thing in there and you'll find it's quite safe from doing anyone any harm until you draw it. Whoops! Speaking of that, are you planning to sheathe any other blades, hmmm? Looks like you've drawn your real blade early."

"Har har, that's so fuckin' funny. Don't talk about your pussy anymore unless you can deal with what happens next." Jack grumbled to himself as the scabbard sucked his sword in like it was candy.

"You know I'm always ready to face the consequences. The only thing left is to see if that big 'ole boner of yours made your blood pressure rise." She donned the nurse's outfit again. With a pleasant 'shlurp' sound, the uniform surfaced through her skin and hugged her body like it was made of wet paper.

She spun around, chest swaying, and stepped magically into a pair of high heels. Which was like giving the Schwerer Gustav HE rounds: overkill. Now, because the heels were nigh on twelve inches, the demon rose above even giant status. She was a golden colossus.

He looked down and saw her uniform barely containing her curvy body. It was a sexy sight, no doubt about it, but he had sort of grown used to her being entirely naked. But, because he had a nurse fetish, he decided to let this slide, and jiggle, and wobble...and whatever else her soft parts did when she sashayed her hips like that.

When they returned to the meeting room, they found Anthony assuming the position of a boiled shrimp, with Volna whispering numerous apologies in several languages into his ear. Jack looked at Kadae for answers, which she soon gave him.

"Squeezed his balls a little too hard."

"Indeed, that did seem quite painful to be playful. Volna, be more careful with your partners in future situations." Grymir scratched the side of his face boredly and arched an eyebrow at Anathane. "Is that for him?"

"Of course. Who else do I dress up for? I even pulled out the little black dress for him."

"Two points of contact?" Grymir asked.

Anathane shook her head. "Not yet. He might get a nosebleed if I do that. I stuck with the straps this time, but I did slip into some heels. Not this size," she brandished her twelve inch high heels. "But they were still enough to show off these legs of mine. Look Jack."

"I know what your legs look like. I'm not allowed to forget." He winced when Anthony opened his mouth to speak and nothing but a raspy moan came out. Had she popped one? It seemed like she'd gotten both at one point or another.

"Not allowed to? I've never given you any rules." Anathane put a finger to her mouth and her brow knitted in thought. Jack grinned and ran his hand up her thigh, bringing her short uniform up over her ass so he could ogle her all he wanted.

"I couldn't forgive myself if I forgot what kind of lucky I was to have a woman like you wrap legs like these around my head." He started laughing when she narrowed her eyes.

"Suckup," she stated.

"Can you blame me for trying?"

"No, I guess I can't...because it worked. You little weasel. I'd fuck you now if Nyx wasn't already on her way here."

"Ah, beim ersten mal tuts immer weh! Herkommen!" Volna pleaded.

"Fuck off, Jesus. Somebody get her off me! No Volna! Nein! Nein! Nein!" Anthony growled as one hand stayed in the vicinity of his fragile crotch and the other had one of Volna's wrists in a death grip.



Cemetery Summons Ch. 19



"Oh, ja mein jung, du bist...ugh, you're going to be my fountain of youth too. Not only can I make myself rich, I can also make myself look younger. Hurry up and let me wrap my lips around it again. I want it on my face this time."

"You're kidding! I already did three just now!"

"Your mouth says one thing, but your body says something else entirely. Why don't you try being like me. Mouth and body geared toward the same purpose," the demon teased.

Jack said, "Anathane, could you please break them apart and give him a little time recuperate." Without a word of question, Anathane reached out and grabbed Volna's ankle. At first, it seemed like she was just going to pull her away, until she hugged the demon to her body and her tight uniform wrapped around Volna too.

Then, she disappeared into Anathane's body. Everyone present found it hard to believe that Anathane could just so nonchalantly suck someone into her body without notice. And then suddenly, her stomach expanded to accommodate the extra baggage and she let out a content sigh.

"Volna's...Volna's still alive, isn't she?" Kadae asked as she pondered Anathane's huge stomach worriedly. Anathane, looking as if she were pregnant with quintuplets, only smiled and gave her belly a light pat.

"Of course. She's in a world of pleasure right now. She could die if she stays in there too long, but that takes weeks. I can calm her down and keep her out of Anthony's hair for a while like this. Looks fun, right?"

Anathane sat down Indian style and yawned. After Anthony caught his breath and his loins stopped aching, he was able to join the rest of the group in the battle plan. Nobody here besides Anthony had any sort of clothing on, save for Anathane's stretched uniform. But that really didn't cover anything up anymore.

The garment was pulled up over her stomach and was really pretty worthless at the moment. Anathane played with the idea of pushing it back down for a while before eventually letting it melt back into her body with a sly grin. She moaned with a satisfied look on her face.

Jack sat down behind her and wrapped his arms around her enormous stomach. She was so big in the middle that he couldn't even get his arms entirely around her. She just held his hands and acted like a pregnant mother while everything was getting calm again.

"Look Jack," she whispered. "I think they're kicking. How many do you think it is?"

"I don't know. You got so fat so fast. Maybe it's just one big one?"

"Oh, they're kicking! Feel right here!" she said excitedly. Jack rubbed the indicated spot and a hand pushed against the inner lining of Anathane's stomach. The demon smiled and looked back at Jack with a loving gaze.

The incubus was confused. "What?"

"If only we weren't joking," she said sadly. "I want to be this big. I want a lot of little you's crawling around inside me. I want everyone else to have a lot of kids too."

She gave him a wan smile.

"Are you alright?" Jack asked worriedly. She didn't look right. Her eyes were different than they usually were. Instead of a normal, mischievous luster, they held a more serious, anxious look on the surface.

"I'm fine, just a little worried is all."

"If you're sure..." Jack wasn't convinced, but he thought pressing the issue would either make her say something to freak him out, or suck him in there with Volna, who would probably fuck him. And that would look really awkward from the outside.

So, for a while at least, the group sat and talked about the plans and about personal relationships and about what they were going to do during the great battle that was to come. Volna of course, was excluded from everything as she lay dormant in Anathane's tan, bloated tummy.

"Back to business then," Nyx said as she made her entrance in another cream-colored robe that was only just able to cover her huge bust. Behind her, Hypnos and Limarei hauled a huge table into the room and a dozen or so chairs on top of it. The furniture was set up and the map moved to the table.

"Have fun?" Ekana sniggered.

"Don't I always have fun when I'm alone?" Nyx replied coolly, painting a series of short inscriptions on a corner of the map. Ekana rapped her fingernails on the tabletop and looked at Nyx slyly.

"You can stop lying. I can smell you all over him. You two fucked, didn't you?"

Nyx said, "He didn't lose himself in me, if that's what you're asking."

"Hey," Ekana growled. "That's not what I asked."

"Then sit down and listen. If you want to make trouble again, then leave. Your sister doesn't need the kind of services you're trying to offer now," Nyx snapped in a kindly manner that made the insult sound more like a mother's admonishment than anything else. Ekana glared sharply, but sat down and was quiet for the moment.

Nyx began spreading her fingers across the map after she had finished writing, and where her fingers touched, the thick, yellowed paper began to bubble like boiling water. When her hands had touched every bit of ink on the page, the paper expanded in columns and rolling bulges.

They shaped and condensed after a few moments of indecision, and suddenly, there was a large picture formed out of it all. Clear-cut, precise angles turned into crenellated walls, and great cylinders turned into guard towers. Inky splotches made a grand portcullis and open gateway lined with spikes that wore skulls as decorations.

The map wasn't so much a map anymore as if was a large replica of a medieval castle, dark and grim. Nyx wrote something more and then the paper ruffled around the edge Jack was sitting by. Along a raised pathway came small figures, each about the size of a paperclip. Jack realized they were miniature caricatures of everyone present in the room, and then a large conglomerate of the rest of those who would be present in the Sanctuary of the Underworld once this was all started.

Particularly, Anthony's, Nyx's, and Anathane's stood out because of their special features. Anthony's bore a great flame in front of his face, Nyx's a long robe and great black wings, and Anathane's a number of tentacles emerging from its back.

"What is all this?" the incubus questioned.

Nyx sighed. "It's a map. It shows us, over there, and those who will be trying to stop us, up here." She pointed to the castle, noting with her fingers the many little soldiers performing imaginary guard duties. "This is how the plan runs so far..."

She wrote something else with a small paintbrush and the figures made a rush for the gate all at once. Without warning, Anathane's separated into dozens of copies and three of them moved to circle one of the others. The original one went to the gate and grounded tentacles in the causeway before launching a barrage of them at the gateway.

After a big of a struggle to get it open, the mass of paper entities found their path clear and rushed inside. A tide of them formed as more continued to surface from the edge of the map. He guessed that was Grymir's 'Army of Darkness'.

Everyone stood up to get a better view of the courtyard inside the castle walls. There, the Army of Darkness did its job and swarmed all over the place, gobbling up everything in their way like the high tide rolling into a shallow cove. The few defenders were decimated easily and devoured by the swarm.

After a short stop and a gathering of the leaders, Thanatos stayed back in the courtyard with Volna and her troops, taking a very small portion of Grymir's swarm to finish off the last of the courtyard's defenders.

The rest of the party went into the castle. When they entered the structure, the paper ceiling parted and allowed the onlookers to see how the battle went inside. It wasn't a pretty sight. Hundreds of guards were quickly surrounded and beaten down by the sheer mass of Grymir's army. The large castle was swept through without too much effort being used, so it seemed, and Hypnos left with a few guards and another portion of the army to go take control of another room.

Once that was over, a massive gate opened before the army and they began to pour through it, Grymir and Kadae at the fore. Then, the entire scene before them shrank back into its two dimensional form and the ink swirled about for a while before settling in its original position.

Nyx looked around. "Any questions?"

"Um, why do we need such a big army?" Jack asked. "That seemed to go pretty well without much effort."

Everyone stared at him like he'd grown another head, save for Anathane, and Grymir, who still looked as bored as ever.

Anathane rubbed his shoulder."Jack, that was the skeleton crew. Those few hundred were all asleep when the little us's broke in. Helena is so important because if she wasn't keeping the larger bulk of the guards distracted, then we'd take enormous casualties. It would be like a charge through no man's land, World War One style."

"Oh, uh, sorry then," Jack apologized embarrassedly.

"The plan is good enough, right?" Nyx continued.

"If we can keep up the rate at which we replenish troops, and if there are no more variables added to the battle," said the short, ancient demon from across the table. "And this is all assuming that we make it through the Penitence Gate without arousing the suspicion of Dalaria's allies there."

"Oh, don't worry about them," Ekana said with a malicious grin spreading across her wicked, aristocratic face. "I'll be handling them just as nicely as I would him." Her eyes darted to Jack, who paled in fear at even the slightest notion that she still had interest in torturing him.

"What about ins- oops. Looks like we woke the baby; hold on a moment." Anathane stood up and stepped to the side to put room between her body and the table. She closed her eyes and Volna clawed her way out of Anathane's stomach, phasing through without making a scratch on the larger demon's skin.

She flopped out in a puddle of blue slime and ichor, moaning softly. Once she regained most of her basic motor functions, she stood up and the gooey mess all over her began to leave her person, returning to its source.

Volna plopped herself down in an empty chair and waited, as if nothing had ever happened to make the situation even the slightest bit awkward. Jack looked around and found that he and Anthony were the only two that seemed even the least bit shaken by the strange ordeal.

"You were saying...?" said Nyx to get the ball rolling again.

"Oh, yes, what about once we're inside the Sanctuary of the Underworld proper? What can we expect to find once we get past the first gate?"

"Well, I hadn't found the time to find that out in any great detail, but I do understand from a few sources that five of the eight jailers are there. Grymir excluded." Nervously, she glanced at the demon, whose horns had extended into long spikes now.

"I am no longer a jailer there. I left that life long enough ago for them to fill the roll anew." Somehow, when he folded his arms over his chest, it emphasized the point that he wasn't happy about his title.

"Yes, well, with you being the only one able to muster any sort of army, we are in luck. The odds are now five to five exactly."

"Five to six in our favor," Anathane corrected. "Jack is going to fight Dalaria."

"You're kidding," Nyx deadpanned, as-a-matter-of-factly. "There's no way he'll survive the encounter. I thought the point of you putting yourself around him was to make sure he didn't get himself killed, not to make sure he found an early demise."

"Oh, he'll have a nice even fight with her, trust me. Dalaria's minions are not stupid, but they are easily turned into cowards. And my incomplete boy has all the right looks to send them running for the hills."

"Fine, but if he dies..."

"He won't."

"And human...Volna! For the last time!" Nyx snarled. Volna was busy trying to coax Anthony into letting her suck his dick again, brandishing a half-filled jar of semen as she did. When Nyx moved to do something about her deplorable behavior, she scurried back to her chair and moped unhappily.

Her eyes never left Anthony's body though.

"What is it?"

"Human, you're not to leave my immediate vicinity for any reason whatsoever. You are the key to this plot, so says Anathane. While I don't believe that, I do believe that you are the only way that were are ever going to find these four. Your Gorgon Eye is going to attract a lot of attention, so stay close to me at all times, do you understand?"

"Okay. Sorry to be a burden," Anthony replied meekly.

"You're not a burden," Anathane cooed. "You're a lynchpin. Without you, this entire plot falls apart. Trust me when I say that we need you here more than anyone else to get them back." Anthony laid his head down on the table and folded his arms beneath it.

"I believe he is right," Grymir said. He motioned toward Anthony. "We are all in need of a measure of rest. I will be in the courtyard if I am needed."

"Good. Then I declare this meeting of the minds to be over. Don't disturb me. I'm going to wake Helena up." Nyx left the table and disappeared into a hallway. Ekana made herself scarce for the time being, and Anthony fought Volna again, this time winning, and returned to a guest room to sleep. However, Volna, still bedecked in jingling trinkets, was right behind him.

Grymir and Kadae went to the courtyard and left Jack alone with Anathane. They too left and went to get some sleep. In one of the guest rooms, Jack simply collapsed onto a bed the size of an Olympic swimming pool and snuggled up to his demon lover comfortably.

She stroked his head until he fell asleep, and then she too drifted off for a few hours.

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Jack felt something jab him lightly in the ribs. He grumbled to himself, wishing that he had more time to sleep. He was still tired, but that nap had done him good at least. He stretched, forcing his tired muscles to awaken and become active again for a while.

"Anathane, let's go."

"Mnnn? What's that?" Anathane moaned drowsily.

"Let's go," Jack repeated, gently shaking her shoulder to wake her.

"Okay." She replied. "Let's you and I go to paradise." Anathane grabbed Jack and rolled them both over so that she lay on top of him, her red pupils staring into his eyes lovingly, hungrily.

"I thought you said you were satisfied?"

"After a few hours of rest, my body feel so empty without you. And besides, Anthony is still asleep. Volna's going to do the same thing to him once he wakes up." Anathane kissed Jack's lips and slid her tongue across his teeth.

Without warning, Jack was ready for anything, though still mentally tired from his prolonged ordeal down here in hell. He kissed her back and she pushed her arms under his body, entrapping him until she desired him to be free again. Jack let his hands trail down Anathane's curvy bronzed body and they found her thighs to be more than interesting enough to keep their attention.

He pulled her legs up so that the weight of her big body was resting on her knees. She adjusted her knees beneath her and wiggled her ass teasingly against his crotch. Anathane tried to go further and get their bodies locked together, but Jack told her she couldn't.

Pulling away, Anathane whined, "But why not? I haven't gotten any in two days!"

Jack frowned. "Because I saw what you did to Nyx. Now let's get out of here. I'm hungry."

"Oh, if that's what's making you cranky, then I can fix that!" Anathane chirped. A tentacle came out of her lower back and she sat up. Jack propped his body up on his elbows and prepared to slide out from between her legs if this was what he thought it was. Anathane's facial expression wasn't devious though.

"What're you doing?" Jack asked, hoping for the best.

Anathane's gaze changed slightly. "Nothing dangerous, incomplete boy." Her knees pressed against his sides. Jack knew what she was doing, or at least he had an idea of it. She was holding him in place for something he wasn't going to like.

Jack surged up and pushed Anathane to the sheets with one movement. She began to laugh as he scrambled off the massive bed and bolted out the door. But, to Jack's great annoyance and dismay, Anathane was right behind him.

"So it's like this, is it, incomplete boy? You want to play the part of the prey? Fine, I'll be the big game hunter! Waidman's heil!" Demonic laughter echoed around the corner and Jack came out of the hallway in a dead sprint. A blue orb streaked past his head and burst on one of the columns nearby.

One glance back at Anathane made Jack's heart race even faster. In her hands was the long pink tentacle from the time she'd raped him in his bedroom. She was in a khaki uniform that a British big-game hunter would have worn on a trip to East Africa or India.

"Oh come on Anathane!" Jack complained as another orb skidded off the floor and exploded.

"What?" she called, adjusting the pink tentacle to be more narrow at the end.

"You're not even British!"

"So?" Anathane countered. "You're still big-game, right? I mean, your cock is just so..." Another orb smashed into a column and Jack ducked behind one. "Shoot, missed again. Well, if you see me as a British hunter, then maybe I should use an elephant gun, right?"

Jack groaned when he realized that she was just playing around with him. But when he peeked around the base of the column, he saw Anathane in a skirt, and with two copies of herself garbed in rags and painted with tribal patterns all over.

"This is ridiculous! There's no such as a thing as a khaki skirt!" Jack yelled as he darted out from behind the column. Before he got ten steps, a gunshot rang out and blue ink splattered all over the floor. He ducked behind another column.

"Ha! Good show! Good show!" Anathane cheered, heavy steps coming closer to where Jack was hiding. Something skittered across the floor and stopped at Jack's feet. 

It was the sword Anathane had made for him.

One of her clones clung to the ceiling half way across the room and waved at him. He nodded and picked the blade up. Unfortunately, an orb exploded on contact with his hand and he yelped in pain.

"He's wounded! Go, hold the beast down, but be careful. He's a wily one." Another gunshot rang out as Jack hurried behind another stone pillar and held his blade in both hands. Quiet surrounded him, an eerie quiet that made him suspicious of her statement. Something didn't seem right about this. He waited in silence for Anathane to make her move.

"Hello there, beast," said Anathane from his left side. Jack swung his sword toward her and the clone leapt away, a spear in one hand and ringlet of large blue beads in the other. She stabbed toward Jack with her weapon and he backed away.

Anathane shot him with another orb and it hit him in the ribs. He sank to the floor and dragged himself into cover as another one smeared all over the floor beside him.

"Hurry, this way. Run this way," whispered the other clone, the one who had thrown him his sword. He hesitated, wondering whether or not he could trust her enough to follow her. This was all the time the other one needed, and she attacked him again.

Jack parried one of her stabs and it narrowly missed his stained ribs. Jack lunged, but came into Anathane's line of sight. He heard the shot and twisted his body in time to have it only glance off his shoulder. He winced as it ricocheted away.

The clone went for an overhead swing, and Jack lashed out at her stomach, scoring a hit across her side. Blue liquid spilled out all over the floor, but she didn't seem to notice any of it and swung up from the floor.

Jack felt another shot hit him in the side of the neck and he was thrown to the floor. Luckily, that served to but him behind cover again, and he crawled across the floor with the clone behind him jabbing at his legs while he tried to escape.

"Help me you idiot!" he cried to the clone on his side. At his command, she came down and ran over to him. She and the other clone started to fight, wrestling for control of the one spear between them. Jack used the distraction to get to his feet and run, even though pain throbbed in his neck and hand.




Cemetery Summons Ch. 19



Well, at least now all he had to worry about was-

A clubbed whacked him in the sternum and he dropped like an anvil. Yet another clone stepped out from behind a large pillar and raised her club to dash his brains out on the floor. Jack stabbed her high in the chest and she vaulted backward, scowling coldly at him.

Two orbs hit Jack this time, one in the back and one in the butt, and he gave up. She shot him in the head for a second time and he lay still, panting on the ground. Her bare feet came within view of Jack's range of vision and she wiggled her toes.

"Shoot, coward, you are only going to kill a man," Jack spat.

"Oh please. Che Guevara is recognized your world over for words that never came out of his mouth, in any language. He may have visited Moscow, China, and Cuba as a great revolutionary, but he cried like a coward himself when that American shot him to death."

"How would you know that? Were you there when he was shot?"

"I was...in the vicinity. But that's not relevant to the situation at hand." She turned him over with her foot and stuck the muzzle of a large elephant gun into Jack's mouth. Jack squeezed his eyes shut and waited for the inevitable boom that was going to send him into a whole new world of pain.

He waited for what seemed like an eternity for her to shoot, but she never did. Instead, a blue ball rolled down the barrel of the gun and plopped into his mouth. Then it melted into liquid and he was forced to drink it. Anathane smiled at him and removed the gun from his mouth. It quickly turned back into a familiar, albeit disturbing, pink tentacle.

"Why did you decide not to shoot?"

"Because, I don't have the heart to hurt you like that. I might get you in the back or the neck, but I would never cause you that much pain, not even by making you sore with sex. Playing the hunter is fun, but I'm not going to get so into the most dangerous game that I'd shoot you point blank." Anathane picked Jack up and nuzzled his nose lovingly.

"Well, thanks, I guess," said Jack, more out of obligation than anything else.

"And another thing...I'm not wearing any panties." Anathane bit back a giggle, but Jack just rolled his eyes and started walking down the hallway, with her three clones.

"That wouldn't surprise me," he said, Anathane pulling her copies into her body one-by-one right behind him. "You hardly ever wear anything at all."

"You're no fun when you think like that!"

"Then call me boring. I don't see what the point of doing all these outrageous things is. First, you become my number one fantasy with the nurse's outfit, then you just all-out eat Volna and spit her back out like a whale, and then you shoot me pretending to be a British hunter. What is it with you? Do you want attention? Because you've damned well got it right now."

"Well, no it's not that," said the demon. "I'm just trying to make you remember that I'm still a lover of yours too. All you've talked about recently is the fact that you're sad and unhappy because the others are gone. I feel...left out. I don't want you to forget I'm still here."

"Anathane..." Jack pinched the bridge of his nose and face her. "Look, you're one of the most important people in my life, ever. You're the only person I love that I can still hold in my arms. I could never forget about you."

"I still feel like I'm going to be forgotten once we rescue them."

"Okay, I've seen this situation before. It was...it was a story I read a while back. This guy has like six women that are all in love with him, and they all have the same mindset as you do. They all think that he's going to leave them in the dust if they don't stay in the spotlight. The only thing is, that when a guy really loves the people he's with, he won't forget about them. It might look like I'm ignoring you, but I do love you as much as I can. I love you; that's the one thing that will always be true about me."

"Why does he love all of them? Did it say?"

"Huh? Oh, I don't know why. But I know why I love all of you; you all love me. For me not to reciprocate would be like a big slap in the face to you guys. I love you for being you, so don't change yourself, okay? I hate giving these kinds of explanations. They always come back to bite me in the ass eventually." Jack watched her face go from nervous to seductive.

"Well then let me sooth that sore ass of yours with a nice massage, eh? I do have to repay my debt to you for that time, you know?" Anathane stated, marking the beginning of an inescapable situation. Jack had come to learn that her suggestions weren't exactly suggestions. They were more like warnings ten seconds in advance that she was going to do something naughty.

"And this is the part where I either struggle and lose and you have your way with me, or I let you have your way with me. See, anything you ever say I have to do because you're impossible strong and always horny."

"Not true!" Anathane said in her defense, even as she began to rub him with her hands and other, more demonic, extremities. "I let you have your way sometimes. Like not too long ago, I could have just dragged you back to bed and done what I want to do with you in there. But I didn't, did I?" She looked so satisfied with her bullet-proof argument.

"Sure. So, I protested, ran, and got caught. Please tell me that you're not getting your way even after I struggled."

"I'm not getting my way even after you struggled." She stuck her tongue out at him.

"Ahem!" Jack said, pointing down. Anathane's eyes traced her pink tentacle down to where it latched onto Jack's throbbing arousal like a leech out for blood. She withdrew it and pulled him closer.

"But I'm ready again. And so are you. See?"

"Yes, but do I look like I'm in the mood?"

She jabbed him in the neck.

"Heh, now you do. Now let's fuck!"

Jack tried to push her away. "No! I have two days to learn how to this thing right and not get killed in the process. Anathane, I'm being serious here. Help me learn how to wield a sword."

She gave him a quizzical look. "But I just did. You passed with flying colors too. You survived a lot longer than I thought you would with no help actually. Well, she did distract her, but we'll just say that was a conversion 'cause you're so damn cute!" She pinched his cheek and flashed him an impish grin.

"That was sword training?"

"Of course. I wouldn't do anything you didn't like unless it was for your own good. Like all those times I stuck things into your mouth and...well, into your holes. That wasn't because it was fun, although it was exactly that; it was because you needed to be fed and healed. I chased you around to gauge your skill, and you did exceptionally well."

"Well, you could've warned me about it first. I would have gone through with it willingly had you told me beforehand." Jack rubbed his sore neck, which was still throbbing and wet with blue ichor.

"Would I have gotten such amazing results had I told you I was only testing you?" asked the enigmatic demon. Jack shook his head and she nodded slowly, turning him around by the shoulders. Jack sheathed his sword and they walked around for a while. Actually, Anathane directed him down a number of corridors he hadn't visited before until they came to a large door of gold, studded with rubies, sapphires, and emeralds.

"What's this place?"

"My room," Anathane answered as the air around them changed temperature. Jack blinked in surprise when he realized that she'd teleported him inside her room. Anathane stepped out from behind him and sauntered across the room, which was almost entirely shrouded with a thick, sticky fog.

"Why is everything so dark?"

"Because I'm the only one who ever comes in here. This is the natural essence of the Second Circle, or, it is when night falls upon us. What you're seeing now is what the entire realm will look like once the sun finally goes down again. And don't be afraid to begin unleashing your desires on me, Jack. This fog is a powerful aphrodisiac to us demons."

"It's not gonna make you, you know, sprout horns and rape me again, right?" Jack was seriously thinking that he wasn't going to get out of this room for a long while if that was the case. 

But Anathane just kept on walking, and gave him a less-than-assuring, "Maybe." Jack followed, more out of need to not get lost than of want. It seemed to make no difference to Anathane, who hummed merrily and wove her way through the roiling grey fog without a care in the world.

To Jack's dismay, he caught a nice, clear view of her glistening thighs. That could only mean that she was getting progressively more unstable. And for Jack, that was going to lead to him on the floor with Anathane's huge body crushing his pelvis.

After a long walk through the room, Anathane finally stopped and looked about curiously. She absentmindedly stuck a hand between her legs and then brought it back up for a taste of her own juices. "Silly me. I'm lost," she said after removing her wet fingers from her mouth.

"You have to be kidding me. Can't you just blow away all this fog?"

"Well, I could suck it all up, but I don't think you personally want me to do that. I...no, that would not be good for either of us. If you thought I was bad the night I fed you energy, you would scream bloody murder and claw at the walls until your fingers bled if I sucked up this fog." Anathane resumed toying with her pussy with three fingers.

"So how do we find our way around? If you can't, then why don't you just warp us out of her or something?"

"I forgot which way was out. You wouldn't want to end up half way inside a wall and be trapped there, would you?"

"Uh...no. So then, what do we do now?" Jack looked all about and found no sign of anything that resembled a wall, door, or landmark to use as reference to the direction they had come in.

"We walk until we find something. I'm embarrassed really; this hasn't ever happened before," Anathane admitted with a tinge of red coming to her cheeks. "Sorry," she added meekly.

Jack sighed. "Well...shit."

"Wanna play twenty questions?" Anathane asked.

"Sure. We've got nothing better to do."

"Oh, there's always one thing that we could do..." Anathane giggled.

Jack glowered at her. "Not on your life."

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Meanwhile, Anthony was groggily waking up, with Volna easily getting his attention with slender fingers in the right places. Even though he could hear her murmuring things into his ear, he managed to ignore her and relax while she played with his flaccid cock.

It wasn't easy meeting her outrageous demands. She didn't want a number of orgasms as payment; she wanted an amount of cum. It didn't matter if he'd cum twice or five times previously, he had to meet a quota or she would sit there and tease him.

And if he resisted her, she told him that she was going to start shoving things into his body, sex toys that she had previously described as monstrous and huge. Anthony shuddered at the thought of being penetrated by anything she had used on herself. Volna mistook the shudder as one of pleasure, and kissed his neck.

"Nice to see you're enjoying this. Now if we could just get you hard..."

"Volna, I'm sore. You more than have half a jar already, so can't we just take a day off? And besides," his tone grew more serious. "You swore on your soul that you would help me get Kan back. I feel like you're abusing my generosity."

"Fine...just don't whine anymore, okay? When you whine, it's like hanging a piece of candy in front of my face. It just turns me on to hear that you don't want to be milked by this beautiful body of mine." Volna raked her tongue on his neck, causing a chill to strike his spine very quickly. His back arched and she snuggled up to him further.

Her big boobs squished up against his back and her body warmth passed between them freely. Anthony, though unwillingly, took note of the fact that her nipples were very hard and causing the amount of blood in his lower body to rise very rapidly.

"Volna, could you quit for a minute? I really am sore," he said, hoping that she would leave. It wasn't that he was sore, but that he felt like he really needed to get off. And like hell he was going to give her the satisfaction of getting this load.

She rubbed her chest on him and said seductively, "I know you're sore, but you could get over it if you didn't want to spite me. I can see right through this silly little façade of yours. We both know that you want to fill me up with your priceless seed." She kissed his ear.

"You know, Volna, you're just a leech right now. Until you actually start progressing this event forward, that's all I'll see you as. A leech." Anthony sat up, and the demon sat up with him, smiling against his neck.

She whispered sensually, "I'd be your leech is you would only say the words."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Whatever you want it to, if it gets you to change your mind," cooed the woman. She placed another kiss on his ear and fondled his cock lovingly.

"You want me to change my mind?"

"Of course. I'll do whatever your body desires to get that jar full before we set off to make war upon the Sanctuary of the Underworld. I doubt that we won't have time on the way there, but it does seem as if it would be difficult to get you to take time off since you'll be in the lead."

"In the lead?" Anthony repeated, confused.

"Oh, that's right," Volna replied. "Nobody told you. The only way to get there is to have either a map of the entire second circle or someone who knows where it is. And your third eye, so far as I've been told, is going to be the instrument that leads the way for us."

"I don't understand. Does the place move?"

"Oh, they failed to mention the geography of hell as well? Looks like I'll have to give you the short-hand version." She adjusted her position so that she was straddling him from behind, legs wrapped around his waist snugly. "So, to start things off, the seven circles are literally seven circles. Like a stack of big disks."

"Okay."

"And within every disk is a ring. For the Second Circle, the rings are called Sanctuaries, and each of them has a special place to enter the next Sanctuary, which essentially just an opening in the imaginary wall, blah blah blah explanations. All you need to understand is that there are rings, and that each of them has a portal to the rings adjacent to it."

"Got it."

"But the Sanctuaries rotate at different speeds, like the planets revolving around your sun. And therein lies the problem. Well, it's also a great help as well. When the Nine Circles went to war, the Second Circle was seen as an easy target and was invaded. Because the Sanctuaries rotate around the Eternal Sanctum, the big red orb in the sky, nobody could easily get in and we had time to prepare. Unfortunately, many of the original succubi and incubi were killed in the battles that ensued and we were left devastated until Lucifer returned."

"Does that have anything to do with what I'm trying to learn here?" Anthony deadpanned.

"Oh, not, it doesn't. So, because the Sanctuaries move, there's no easy way to find the entrance into the next one without a map or guide. And since the Sanctuary of the Underworld is on an entirely different axis relative to the Eternal Sanctum, it's even harder to find. You, however, can very quickly direct us to the entrance."

"So, I'm supposed to lead you all to a portal that links two imaginary portals together so we can go get Kan and the others back?" Anthony reiterated.

"Exactly!"

"God-fucking damn it. I didn't want to be a major player in this whole scheme. I just wanted Kan back. Fuck me," he groaned, putting his face in his hands.

"Just say when and where," Volna chirped, catching his bad choice of words. Anthony elbowed her in the rips and got off the bed, rubbing his eyes. However, Volna was quick to take a chance and get another 'donation' from him.

She rolled off the bed and dropped to her knees in front of him. When Anthony opened his eyes, he found her with her mouth open and not even an inch away from his throbbing cock. He could feel her hot breath tickling every nerve on his crotch. She looked so devious and eager that he almost wanted to cry out in frustration.

He just sidestepped her and left the room. Unfortunately, she was keen to make sure he wasn't ever alone again, and began following him close enough to have her breast rub up against his arm every few steps.

All the while, Anthony was trying to come up with a way to get back at her for publically humiliating him in front of everyone else in Nyx's estate and forcing him to have sex with her. He ground his teeth as he thought of all the things he would have liked to do to her if he were strong enough.

He didn't know how to get back at her. It was so frustrating, that virtually everything he could possibly think of would backfire and send her back at him with redoubled energy. He needed some kind of leverage.

Clearly, she didn't care much about abusing her power over him, because she was already teasing him again and goading him into a struggle even after she'd agreed not to force start any more of her sessions with him.

He needed an edge, something that would bother her enough to make her relent. She wanted his semen, but what could he use with that fact? He couldn't withhold it from her, because she had threatened to do things to him that Kan had suggested.

Could he give it so somebody else? He thought long and hard about that option. It would definitely spite her...but then again, he couldn't do that to Kan. Although she probably wouldn't mind him sleeping around, it hurt to think of it the other way around. He couldn't do that.

What else was there? He grumbled to himself as the red light of the enormous sun washed over his body. He looked out across the colossal balcony and found that the entire courtyard that Grymir had mentioned earlier was a series of grooves cut into the earth, filled with fountains carved in the likeness of orgies involving hundreds of people at a time.

While just about everything here in the Second Circle was something having to do with sex, the liquid each fountain sprayed appeared to be just ordinary water, which was fortunate. Anthony didn't think he could handle any more unusual surprises down here. 

Over at the balcony, Volna leaned heavily against the crenellations that made the place seem more like a castle than a mansion. In fact, all the stone walls out here did that too. It was more like a fortress than a house.

"So, I heard you were lonely without me, human. Why don't you come over here and we can be closer friends?" she teased, lifting a breast suggestively as she leaned out over the edge of the crenellations. Anthony walked over next to her as she fondled her tit, unable to see any reason to defy her at the moment.

"Volna, why are you doing this to me? I don't love you, and you have a ton of semen already. Why don't you just leave me alone?!" He grabbed his hair and pulled in frustration. "What would you do if I just sat here and got myself off? Huh? What if I wasted it?"

That set off an alarm in her head.

"No!" she yelled, straightening her body to stand. "No, don't do that!" Her face flushed red and she regained a bit of composure. Unfortunately, the fact that her body still trembled only confirmed Anthony's suspicions.

"What's wrong?" Anthony said in the most concerned voice he possibly could. "Did I say something that upset you?"

"No, it's just that, that wasting it wouldn't be such a good idea. I'm sure you can see where I'm coming from? Such a priceless thing would be- No! What are you doing!"

"What? Never seen a guy masturbate before?" asked the warlock as he wrapped a fist around his erection and began pumping away like there was nobody else around for a thousand miles and nothing to do for a thousand years.




Cemetery Summons Ch. 19



"The jar!" Volna wailed. "In here!" She searched for it and then wailed again.

"It's back in the room~" Anthony stated cheerily, trying to keep a nonchalant attitude toward it all, even though he was a scared, embarrassed boy on he inside. Volna turned in circles for a second, unable to decide which way she should run to get back to Anthony's room. Then, she disappeared and returned with the jar, her eyes excited.

Well, shit. Anthony had forgotten that she could very easily teleport to get the jar. He sped up his pace and Volna unscrewed the cap, grinning from ear to ear. But then, Anthony stopped and furrowed his brow.

"What? What? Keep going. I have it now," Volna urged, holding the container forward.

"No, I want to use your mouth now. Sit against the wall right there and lean your head back." Anthony watched with nothing less than sheer amazement when Volna sat on her knees, back against the wall, and leaned her head back. She let her mouth fall open and waited to be used.

So, Anthony used her. He balled a fist around the roots of her hair and forced her to swallow his cock down to the base. Even while she gagged, she eagerly pleasured him without complaint, stroking his shaft with her tongue.

Anthony bucked his hips against her face with increasing force as they went on, and they got into a hard groove that Volna couldn't break out of, probably out of fear that she might mess everything up and prolong the eminent orgasm. Anthony grinned down at her.

She did her best to form a smile while she sucked him off, eyes thankful and hopeful at the same time. She looked so pleased. And so very oblivious. Anthony could tell his climax was coming closer, so he pulled her head away with a quick yank of her hair. 

"Yes?" she asked, flicking away with her tongue a string of saliva connecting his cock and her lips. Anthony almost lost it there. Fuck, this was going to be hard to pull off.

"Alright, I'm gonna blow it in your mouth and you can spit it all out like usual, okay?"

"Okay," Volna replied submissively.

"Good." Anthony put his foot up on the wall next to her head and she sucked on his cockhead, urging him with her full lips to cum right then and there. Anthony helped speed the process along with his hand, and pretty soon, he was ready to cum as much as Volna was. While her lips and tongue worked to bring him to orgasm, her own delicate fingers worked to get herself off too.

Anthony clenched every muscle in his body to stave off his orgasm until the last moment. When Volna could tell he was about to climax, there was no way she could stop what was about to happen.

Anthony yanked ferociously at her hair and pulled her head back so that she was looking straight up at the sky above. Then, he shot ropes of cum off the balcony to the ground below. Each gooey white stream of semen passed not an inch over her face, and her electrified eyes could do nothing more than stare in horror at what was happening.

Anthony smirked when he was through, and stepped back to let Volna slump to the floor with the most astonished look on her face. She didn't blink. She didn't even breathe. All she did was sit there and stare at the sky like somebody had just told her she was going to die tomorrow.

Anthony watched her begin to cry.

And that made his victory taste very sour. Volna broke down and began to weep on the ground, harder than Anthony had ever seen someone cry before. Tears streamed down the sides of her face and then down her neck. Anthony didn't know demons could cry.

He had never seen Kan cry before. Or Anathane. But here Volna was, tears coming out of her eyes, crying like a baby. He tried to ignore the growing feeling of guilt and shame in his mind, but he couldn't. Looking at her just made him feel bad for what he had done, even though he hadn't done anything wrong!

She had been the one teasing and picking on him because he was weak! She had forced him to have sex with her under the thin veil of needing payment for services not yet complete! She had-

"Why do you hate me?" she moaned, sucking in short breaths to control her crying. "Why, do you hate, me, so, much?" She resumed bawling uninterrupted after saying what she wanted to.

"I don't hate you. I..."

"It's not fair!" Volna tried to wipe her eyes, but more tears came for every one she rubbed away. "All I wanted was a little, and you show me you have more than I want. And then you don't give me any? Why do you hate me human?"

"I don't!" Anthony replied, confused.

"Then why did you do that?"

"Because I'm mad at you! After everything you did to me, you're confused? I don't hate you; I'm mad at you. I just don't like to be treated like I'm powerless." He watched her continue crying and sat down next to her, somber and quiet.

She hugged him from the side, burying her face in the crook of his neck while she held his shoulders tightly. Fuck it. Great job Anthony, he thought. You just made the only person in hell who notices you besides Anathane cry. Nice going.

"Excuse me," Grymir said, having appeared before the two moments earlier. "Might this belong to either of you?" He held out the jar, now with only a fraction of its former contents in it. Volna reached out and gingerly took it from him.

"My..." she was at a loss for words, as was Anthony.

"Who the fuck's idea was it to drop that fucking thing on me?!"

That was Kadae.

The woman showed up a minute later with a sticky white mess dripping down her head. Her face was beet-red in fury and her fists were balled so tightly that her knuckles were white. She growled angrily and grabbed Grymir by the hand.

Then, to everyone's great surprise, she threw him down viciously and mounted him. She swept a large glob of cum off her head and stuffed it into her mouth, beginning to rub Grymir hard with her dripping sex.

"Kadae seems to be aroused more than usual," Grymir noted.

"And you seem much more appealing than usual, milord. Allow me to alleviate a bit of your tension with a nice, long fucking." Kadae roared in pleasure and started off hard with her lover. Anthony felt a hand grip him tightly.

"Fill it back up for me...or else."

Anthony's face went pale.

"Please, God kill me now."

Volna purred like a cat and said, "I'm gonna take you to a place so far away from heaven that not even God can reach your soul there. Now get hard. And fill it back up for me...or else we're going to have a very big problem shoved up your very tight ass very, very soon."

"Y-Yes ma'am," he replied sheepishly.




A/N: Did you guys know that Che Guevara actually never said the phrase everyone knows him for? Whoever tried to glorify him like that was a liar.



Cemetery Summons Ch. 20



Nyx was already gone with Helena to have the less-than-sane daughter be the centerpiece of a three-day concert for the gate guard of the Sanctuary of the Underworld. While she was off trying to secure the concert's success, everyone else was busy with virtually nothing. There wasn't much they could do really.

Everything was ready, and all they needed to do was wait for the concert to begin and draw attention away from the main gate. So, they chatted idly about everything and anything that had to do with sex.

It wasn't that they were all obsessed with sex, but that it was the only thing they all knew well enough to talk about collectively. Jack and Anthony were from an entirely different world, Anathane was just...different, Volna only talked about money when not running her hands and lips over Anthony's body, and Grymir and Kadae simply did not want to talk about anything else.

Jack didn't like the way that almost everything that they talked about was turned toward him eventually. Ekana, who was silent so far, licked her lips and stared at him intently with dark brown eyes, probably imagining what she could do to him if they were ever alone together. Jack averted his eyes as quickly as he could and refocused on the conversation.

"So, Volna, while we're on the subject; what's your most interesting encounter with the human realm?" Anthane asked, folding one leg over the other. Sometime between him spacing out and getting back into the conversation, Anathane had slipped back into her black dress and twelve inch high heels again.

The younger demon looked up from Anthony's chest. "Huh? Well, I don't know. It would probably be Anthony, right? My little King Midas over here."

"Un..." Anthony breathed, his chest just barely rising and falling enough to tell he was still breathing. Jack gave him a worried look, and then tapped Anathane on the shoulder.

"Is he okay?"

"Oh, I think he's fine. You see that Gorgon's Eye still burning? He's just tired from feeding it. Well, that and Volna's handy dandy jar right there. That thing just eats everything he gives, you know? Volna exhausted him to feed it." Anathane smiled at Anthony softly. "Yum yum," she murmured under her breath.

"Well, shit, he looks like shit. Isn't there anything you can do for him? Heal him like you did me?"

"Sorry, but unless you want him to be a demon too, I can't do that. The reason you ended up half-and-half is because I poured everything I had into you, more than a few times actually."

"I don't believe you were in the human realm when you two consummated your friendship. Choose a different occurrence," Grymir said, monotone and bored. He was chillingly similar to Fain in the way he talked and acted. Jack pushed back the mournful feeling inside him. Thinking of his lovers brought back a lot of hurtful feelings.

"Well then, if I can't choose this stud, then I guess...hmmm...that time in Munich...no. Well, I did seduce a man from Qatar and that got me more money that I could have asked from a wealthy king back in the day. Unfortunately, he kicked the bucket before I could collect in full and since I couldn't own his business, but I returned here with all his saved up personal money."

"How eventful," Ekana deadpanned sardonically. "Now it's my turn." She turned her gaze to Jack's face, but he didn't take much note of it. He was too engrossed in his own dour thoughts, or at least in the task of trying to push them away, to notice her lecherous eyes.

"I wasn't aware that you'd gone to the human realm," Kadae said.

Ekana grinned. "Oh yes. I have but one visit I can remember, but it was the sweetest, most treasured thing I have." Everyone stared in sheer disbelief that she could have said that something was dear to her, or had great value to her. Uh...a dominatrix had just said something was sweet?

"And that is...?" Jack said, suddenly focused more on Ekana than his own thoughts.

"I remember one night I took the place of a mistress in an S and M club and this young boy, only twenty years old, paid for a room and chose me. Oh, I was so enthralled by his haughty attitude and arrogance. Oh, it was like throwing meat before a starving man. It had been years since I'd even fucked, let alone this kind of man. He-"

"Just get one with it," Volna growled impatiently, a hand working between her legs slowly.

"So he led me into the room, led me! Oh, that boy was something else. All those piercings and tattoos. I took off my top before we even started and he sprang right up for me. So, I put him into a cock cage and squeezed his balls until they were about to burst! Then I pushed him down with a stiletto heel to the throat and put a collar around his cute neck."

"Hurry up," growled Volna again, frigging herself still.

"Fine. I clamped him into a chair and he started to think that maybe coming into my room wasn't such a good idea. I rubbed these in his face a little and he got ready enough to proceed, albeit a little nervously now. So, I pulled out my assortment of goodies and started having fun with him. I put duct tape over his mouth and burned his little nipples with a cigarette lighter. When he started screaming hard, I started whipping him."

"That it?"

"And then I got to his piercings. He seemed so proud of being a tough guy, muscled, gang tattoos, everything he could possibly have to make a macho persona. And he thought that he could best me? I clamped everywhere I could and then I pulled out his piercings with my bare fingers. I still have them, down here. You didn't see before incubus, did you?"

"What?"

"I tore all his piercings out and he started wailing like I'd eaten his soul already. So, right in front of his face, I put all of his piercings on my pussy, and that made me horny. You see, I love pain, so much that I allowed myself to be shot later on, but that's for another day. I pierced my pussy right there in front of him and then I made a mistake. I let him out and made him promise to fuck me."

"And he ran?"

"No, he called his gang buddies while I was getting ready. So just when I was done playing with him and about to let him get some penetration, the door gets kicked in and ten of his friends come in with bandanas and guns and the same tough-guy looks. Friggin' Los Angeles. Well, anyway, that's where it got good. I barred the door and we played in there for three hours. By the time morning rolled around, all I had to do was walk out and all the other girls ran away. Hmph! Mistresses my ass! They were afraid of me."

"That was...interesting. How many did you say there were?" Anathane asked.

Ekana wasn't listening. She stared at Jack with an animalistic look in her eyes, like that of a hungry lioness about to catch her prey. She didn't give any sort of reply other than a low moan directed at Jack.

"Look too closely and he's liable to burn your eyes out with his stare alone," Anathane joked, smiling.

"Oh, I'd love for him to burn my eyes. And whip me too, with everything he's got," the succubus murmured sensually. Jack turned red at the thought of being in control of such a situation. Only once had he wanted to hurt a woman, and that was when Anathane had led Dalaria to his apartment to take everyone away.

"Jack?" Anathane sounded worried.

"Oh, so you are thinking about me? How a nice barbed whip would turn my alabaster bottom bright red? Punch me until my eyes are black and my lips are split like lumber? Or are you thinking about my pierced pussy?" teased the succubus.

"I didn't...no!" Jack protested.

One of Nyx's servants entered the room.

"I was told to warn you of any unexpected guests. Lady Anathane, Dalaria is here with her soldiers."

The world froze.

Jack's heart stopped and all eyes present exchanged stunned glances. For a moment, the world had come to an end. The enemy was here, and they had nothing planned, no defenses, and they were all in a prime position to be identified and taken out.

Ekana smirked.

"Get him a cloak," she ordered, pointing a finger to Jack. Anathane disappeared and came back a moment later with the item. "Get him out of here," she ordered again, her finger directed at Anthony this time. Footsteps echoed down the hallway as the demon grabbed his arm and sucked him into her body.

"Hurry!" Jack urged.

"Horns, now!" she snapped. Jack let his horns back out of his head and threw on the cloak, pulling the hood up and over his horns as the footsteps grew louder. Ekana gave the nearby hallway a quick glance and then licked her lips.

"Please do something," Jack pleaded in nothing more than a whisper.

"Come on now Ormus, I invited you here because we were to put on a show for Nyx when she arrived home today. I even invited all of her friends to watch me be abused."

Dalaria stalked in with a retinue of bodyguards, all armed to the teeth. "What's going on here?" she demanded.

"Oh, I was not aware that you had been invited for this get-together. Come, sit down and allow me to introduce you to the entertainment for today, Ormus," Ekana purred like she had rehearsed the lines a thousand times before.

"Get-together? I came here to investigate the reason Anathane has manifested out of her body, and why Grymir has brought his horde of darkness with him here. If I were suspicious, I would have thought there was something wrong here."

"Something wrong? No, I have a show to put on here. Come, Anathane, get everyone a seat, and more tables. And bring everything in my room too." She turned to Jack, her canine teeth short fangs now. "I apologize. I told you I would have everything together by the time you arrived, but I didn't expect you to be so...eager to begin." She raised her eyebrows and Jack balled his fists.

Her eyes said 'come on, hit me', so that's exactly what he did. Jack's fist hit her face and she staggered backward. She howled in satisfaction and stood back up to get hit again. So, at her nonverbal request, Jack cracked his fist across her cheek again. She fell this time, and he followed up by straddling her hips and punching her again and again.

She laughed as happily as anyone he'd ever seen. It didn't even seem like he was hurting her, and in fact, she looked like she was enjoying the abuse. Jack hit her harder and harder, but her face wasn't even scratched.

"Here we are. Um, sit down and...watch the...show." Anathane set everything down and sat down to watch the bizarre spectacle before her eyes. Even Dalaria, who was skeptical, sat down to watch.

"Allow me to give you a toy or two to play with. Let me u-"

Jack punched her again. "Did I say you could speak?" Jack snarled in the most demonic voice he could muster. Ekana looked genuinely surprised. So, while she was having a momentary lapse of thought, Jack picked her up and threw her against the table Anathane had set her things on.

"Take this. It's my favorite whip. Don't be gentle, because I've been a very naughty slut today," she teased, laying her upper body across the table. Ekana wiggled her ass at Jack as he reached for the whip and dragged it out of the clutter of stuff around it. He would have hesitated had Dalaria not been watching his every move.

The thing was horrifying. It was a thick black cord that tapered toward the end, where it suddenly fanned out into several loose strings, each with a curved hook on its end. Along the actual whip, there were small spikes, no larger than thorns on a rose. But they were sharp and he didn't want to know if they were poisoned or not.

Jack lashed the whip against the ground to fully uncoil it and prayed that he was doing the right thing here. It wasn't like he could just follow her orders without question and be the one in control. He glanced at Dalaria from beneath his cowl and saw that she was analyzing him instead of watching Ekana.

He had to try to make this look at least half way real. So, he dropped the whip and reached for another instrument on the table. He grabbed Ekana's arms and put them into the armbinder he had picked up, pulling the laces tight enough to keep her secured for as long as he desired.

"The whip, please!" she moaned, but Jack grabbed a strip of fabric and used it as a gag. She still pleaded with him, but he couldn't understand what she was saying, or so everyone else wanted to believe. He swallowed nervously and looked for another way to postpone the whipping and make it seem like he was just making Ekana wait to be given her eminent punishment.

He was trembling by the time he picked up a spreader bar and attached her ankles to the cuffs welded to it. She turned her head and tried to say something, but Jack couldn't understand anything she said it was so desperate. He picked the whip up again and leaned over Ekana's back so he could whisper into her ear.

"I have to make it look real. I've learned a lot from what Anathane showed me on the massage table in her room." Then he raised his voice. "And this is going to be the one thing you'll never forget for the rest of your life."

He leaned back up and cracked the whip once, causing Ekana to look back at him again, this time with less of a pleading gaze, but one of anxiousness.

Jack stepped back, raised the whip, and swung it hard. The barbed thong hit her backside and she gasped sharply. Blood welled from the wound, which didn't heal. Jack was momentarily stunned, and watched the blood trickle down her leg. Shit, this was something real.

He whipped her again, this time striking across her thighs. She screamed this time, and tried to pry her arms out of the armbinder. Jack made sure she stayed in place and swung again and again, causing gashes to spear all over her bottom, back, and thighs. When the whip started to become boring to her, Jack teased her spread pussy with the end of the handle, rubbing her clit with one of his fingers too.

If she hadn't already been wet, she was a torrent of sexual desire now. Her inner thighs glistened with her copious vaginal secretions and the spreader bar at her feet shined in the torchlight from above.

He suddenly tossed the whip down, acting bored with it, and moved beside Ekana to rummage through her numerous devices and toys lying about. He eventually found a red candle and pit it with the help of Anathane's burning, awe-filled eyes.

He stretched a wound on Ekana's back and let the candle begin to melt a little before tipping it to the side. Hot wax dribbled off the edge and plopped noiselessly against her blood-smeared skin. She wailed, but her thighs only grew wetter.

He dripped wax all over the numerous bloody streaks crisscrossing her back and butt, his confidence shaken with every scream and protest she voiced. He stopped when the candle was a third of the way wasted and removed the armbinder. Ekana's clawed hands peeled away curled strips of wood from the table's surface and she removed the cloth from her mouth as quickly as she could.

"Now! Now, something! Anything!" she barked, urging him to penetrate her with his stiff, bouncing prick. He shook his head and loosened the cloak clinging to his body. Damn, he was getting really hot under this thing. He wouldn't be able to wear it for much longer without having a problem with it.

Picking through Ekana's things, he pulled out a gas mask and tried to put it on. His horn got in the way, so he decided to just push it through the mask. He forced the garment on, his one horn ripping through the leather. He secured it and tossed his cloak to the floor, cracking his neck.

But before he could do anything, Ekana grabbed him beneath the arm and flipped him over her body and onto the table. He came down with a crash and she vaulted up, the spreader still holding her legs apart.

She let out an animalistic growl and slid her hips in line with his.

"Far too eager," Jack said. "Allow me to curb your desire." At his words, she stopped and waited for him to do something. He found a pair of rings with a silver chain between them. He removed the piercings on her nipples and replaced them with the new rings. He gave the chain a tug to test her reaction and she bit her bottom lip to keep from moaning.

"Now," she groaned, rubbing her clit against his shaft. Jack tugged at the chain again, causing her breasts to bounce in every direction when he let go. She gyrated against him, begging to begin.

"No, no, no. Begging will do you no good. You'll have to endure until I allow it to happen." But Ekana would have none of it, and slid her feet forward. The spreader ended up under Jack's knees, and when she leaned forward, his legs bent as the bar moved higher. The motion brought their sexes together hard and she hissed in pleasure.

'Choke her,' Anathane said in his mind.

'How?'

'Put your thumb on one side of her throat and push. She'll feel like she's choking, but it'll be perfectly safe. She gets off on pain. Pulling out a few rings should make her scream.' Anathane watched with more intensity as Jack grabbed a lock of Ekana's black hair and yanked hard. She leaned down as an orgasm hit her like a ton of bricks.

"More!"

"Silence," Jack hissed. He wrapped his hands around her neck and pushed her larynx to the side with his right thumb and Ekana's eyes widened. She screamed at him, but the noise came out like a loud moan.

She clawed as his arms, but he held fast and started to choke her like Anathane had told him to. Ekana started crying, even as her hips continued to pick up steam. She begged him in a cracking voice to stop and let her go, but he only growled that he wouldn't let up until she had made him cum. She cried harder.

Jack's eyes wandered beneath the gasmask and fell upon Dalaria's half-interested face. Remembering what she'd done to him made him angrier than ever. His fingers pressed harder, from both sides of her throat now. He started choking her in earnest, and her face started to turn red. He sat up and pulled his legs back so that he was in the dominant position on top of Ekana.

She pried one of his thumbs away and stared at him in disbelief.

"Too hard," she rasped.

'What's the matter with you? Let up,' Anathane scolded in his head. Jack ignored her and found the whip again. He unlocked their bodies and moved back. Ekana lunged at him, but he swung the barbed whip and it wrapped around her midsection several times. She understood what was about to happen all too late. Jack ripped the whip back and it wore around her body, slicing her fair pale skin to ribbons as it unwound from her.

She opened her mouth to scream, but Jack kicked the spreader bar and she toppled forward onto him. He hugged their bodies together with one arm and tossed the whip aside for a second time. He slapped her ass hard and she yelped in pain, having so little energy left that she couldn't even scream.

They started fucking again, this time, hard and brutal. Jack propped himself up with one elbow and worked to pound Ekana into submission. And after a while, the amount of blood streaming out of her body began to take its toll. She swayed back and forth and hung her head low, eyes ablaze, but almost closed.

She shuddered as another orgasm enveloped her entire being. Jack grabbed her neck and ran his hand gently up and down her silky smooth skin. He didn't know how to stop himself now. He just wanted to get all his frustration out in one blow, and this was it. He couldn't hit Dalaria, even though she was less than a foot away. He wanted to, but that would doom his lovers.

So, Ekana was the only outlet he had. And she wasn't looking so good now. Jack felt guilty for doing this to her. Even though she was worse for wear, she looked content as he fucked her. There was no telling what was going on in her head, only that it was making her smile eerily.

Jack's climax hit him suddenly and he plastered her inner walls with semen. She didn't respond to the stimulation of being filled up, save for her eyes closing. Jack stopped after his ejaculation was done, panting hard. Ekana didn't even seem to have undergone any sort of physical activity.




Cemetery Summons Ch. 20



She breathed calmly and easily."That was fantastic," she said in a low, satisfied tone. "I must invite you again. If only Nyx were here to see it. Ormus, you are as good as you said."

Jack said, "Do you wish me to tend to your wounds?"

Ekana thought on it, and then grinned. "Does that mean more wax?"

"It means salt, vinegar, and oil," Jack replied as he pushed her up and off his body. She lay on her back silently and thought quietly while Jack grabbed a large case with dozens of labeled bottles in it and set it down between Ekana's spread legs. She sat up and flipped the thing open to reveal its contents.

"I can find them well enough alone," she said, swatting his hand away as she pulled out the vinegar and body oil. A container filled with salt followed, and then she handed it back to him. Jack slid the case back and flipped the succubus over onto her back. She squirmed, but Jack held her down with one hand, uncorking the bottle with the other.

"Can you guess what this is?"

"Vinegar."

"Wrong. I'm starting with the body oil first," Jack announced.

"Use vinegar first," Ekana said. "I want it to hurt."

"And I want you to go from one extreme to the other. Sit quietly," Jack ordered. They bantered like that for a while and those being entertained by the show lost interest for the moment. Dalaria, who had been skeptical at first, was now believing the situation was real. She was surprised that Ekana wasn't the one in control though, mostly because of her reputation as one of the most domineering succcubi in the Sanctuary of Salvation.

Anathane leaned over casually and said to Dalaria, "I guess this is what happens when two tops go head to head."

The woman looked less than pleased. "I am not here to see this. I am here for you. I have a sneaking suspicion that you are plotting something behind my back. You realize what would happen if that were true, do you not?"

"I do," Anathane said in her defense. "I do. Trust me; plotting is not my business. After I...after you made me realize that he was forbidden, I was unhappy, yes. I wanted to kill you. But, I thought better of my situation and decided that coming here to spend time with my old friends would take the edge off," Anathane said, lying through her teeth.

"Good. I do believe you, but I am not allowing you to go free yet. You are still my dog until all of them are sold. Remember that. You are my dog." She stood up and sighed. "I'm leaving now. I only came here to check up on my mutt. Carry on. I have no further interest in this show."

"You're going to miss the good part. This is where she has the strength to scream," Jack said, pouring the body oil all over Ekana's back and legs. As Dalaria disappeared through the doorway, Jack looked around.

Everyone had their eyes glued on the demon's back as she walked away, axe gripped in one hand and little tail swishing about behind her. Jack rubbed the body oil into Ekana's back and she moaned like her sister had when he'd given Elassa a massage. If Dalaria decided to look back and he wasn't still continuing, then it was going to be bad news for everyone.

He roughly poked and prodded Ekana's wounds until Dalaria's presence was all but gone entirely. Once Anathane said that she had left the premises, everyone relaxed a little. Jack let out a long sigh and casually began to massage the succubus' skin. Now, instead of aggravating the deep cuts, he tried to avoid them.

"Why'd you stop being rough?" she asked after a short while. Jack pulled the gas mask off and started trembling severely.

"B-because I'm done acting." He continued the massage with shaking hands and fingers. "I can be me again instead of...that." He shivered at the thought of what he'd done, and the sight of it just made his trembling worse.

"And what exactly is 'that' then, hmmm? Is it something you want to be? Or something you don't want anyone but you to know about? If I didn't know any better, I'd have thought you were a dom by the way you acted."

"No, I was scared out of my mind when I was doing that. I don't like hurting anyone I like or care about. I'm sorry about doing that to you. I know it hurt," Jack said meekly, casting his eyes down in shame.

"Don't worry about it. I really enjoyed that, especially that choking bit. I really thought I was going to pass out at one point. You'd make a good dom if you weren't such a pussy. You have the brains, but not the stones for it." Ekana turned her head to the side as Jack got off the table.

"Well, I'm just glad that I never have to do that ever again. Anathane, can you do something about all this oil? I don't have a cloth or anything to wipe it off with."

"Sure thing Jack. Hold your hands out." Jack held them out and Anathane sucked on each of his fingers until they were clean. Then she licked his palms and the backs of his hands until there was no oil left. Jack swore under his breath as she blew a nice cool breath at him and leaned in to lick beads of sweat running down his neck.

Jack got hot and bothered instantly and a hand crept down to his member.

He cleared his throat. "Thanks Anathane. That's all I need for now."

"You sure you don't want me to massage you again? Or give you a nice long blo-"

"No," Jack interrupted. "That's very sweet of you, but I'm fine. When do we leave? Helena's concert is already underway, right?"

"Oh, whenever Nyx gets back is when we can leave. Dalaria is probably long gone by now. So all we need is to...get...uh-oh..." Anathane buried her face in her hands slowly and dragged them down her face. "Oh, that's bad."

"What?"

"I took him into my body."

Jack shrugged. "Then spit him back out like you did Volna. No harm done, right? Where is he anyway? Your stomach didn't get big like last time."

"No, Jack, sweetie, I didn't eat him like I did Volna," she explained, worried. "I transported him back to my real body; my big body."

"So, just bring him back. What's the problem?"

"It doesn't work like that. He's stuck there until we get Dalaria's amulet. The me you see now is the me that was there the day that Dalaria took those four and threw them in jail. I haven't been able to siphon any of myself away from the main me since then because that fucking rat wrapped a chord around my neck and yanked it hard enough to hurt." She growled in annoyance, but left it at that.

"So..." Jack tried to get a more comprehensible answer out of her.

"He's stuck there until this is all over. I can't get him out until we have Dalaria's amulet, or until we take the Sanctuary of the Underworld." She dropped to her knees and hugged Jack around the waist. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry Jack. Please forgive me." Anathane buried her face in his stomach and sobbed uncontrollably.

"Anathane..."

"Everything was going so fast...and, and I didn't know what else to do! I had to get rid of him. I'm sorry. I just...I'm so sorry Jack. I had to do it. I didn't mean to ruin everything. I'm sorry." She cringed as if Jack was about to beat her to a bloody pulp.

He couldn't do that if he wanted to.

"Anathane, get up. I'm not mad. Stop crying. We'll find a way to make everything work out alright. Anthony's safe, isn't he?"

"Yes. Of course. He's in my tummy right now."

"Uh...okay. Not like Volna's situation I hope. But, um, it's okay. Don't worry about it. This is the Second Circle! There has to be a way to fix this. We might not be able to get him out, but I'm sure that we can find a way to get this mess back in order. What about Nyx's library? Let's go see what she has in there and find out if something in there is helpful. C'mon."

"If you say so," Anathane replied. She started down the hallway and Jack turned to Grymir.

"What's wrong with her? She just had like three mood swings in ten minutes."

"She tends to be unstable mentally when she doesn't cycle different consciousnesses into a body outside of her original one. Do not worry. She is fine, if not a just a bit moody." He smiled faintly at the departing demon and then turned to his flat-chested friend. "We will go assist Anathane in finding a solution to our current predicament."

"Well, I guess I'll go with you."

"No, incubus, you'd be better off in her waiting for Nyx. I doubt you could even read the books we're going to rummage through. Besides," Kadae jerked a thumb in Ekana's direction. "Somebody needs to keep an eye on her for a while. Milord thinks that she is of...less than adequate sanity. Make sure she stays calm." Her eyes narrowed and she grabbed Jack by the neck. "Because this is milord's request."

"Kadae, are you coming to help us?" Grymir asked from down the hallway.

"Coming!" Kadae replied happily, hurrying after her lord and master like she hadn't just threatened someone's life less than a second beforehand. Jack rubbed his throat and watched the pair warily.

"Fucking demons," Jack said to nobody in particular.

"Not what you thought they were, right?"

"Ekana?"

"Still here on the table," she replied coolly.

"Shut up."

"Sorry kiddo. Can't do that. You got me too wired on your spunk."

"Well, what do we do now?"

"I dunno. I'm waiting for one of your 'legendary' massages."

"Sorry kiddo. Can't do that."

"Ouch, well, wanna fuck?" Ekana flashed Jack a cheeky grin.

"Sure, why not?" Jack got on the table and paused. "As long as we can have good, vanilla sex, okay? No toys or shit like that."

"Meh, fine. Haven't done that in a while."

"Good. I'm keeping the spreader bar on you though."

"Why is that?"

Jack scoffed. "I saw what you did to that fucking stone block. Not getting my ass crushed between those thighs, thank you!"

"Fine, fine. Just get over here and fuck me. I'm tired of waiting and now that you got me thinking about vanilla sex, I'm in the mood again. Come and get me big boy, I'm waiting." She rolled onto her back and spread her pussy lips with two fingers, grinning from ear to ear with bruised lips.

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Meanwhile, Anthony was lying on a floor far away, head spinning and stomach lurching. He lay curled up in a ball trying to keep whatever was in his stomach in its place. The floor beneath him was warm and things squished like flesh when he touched them.

He remembered someone telling Anathane that Dalaria was coming, and then something pulling him off his feet and enveloping him. Then, his memory was blank. He dizzily tried to sit up, but he couldn't exactly figure out which way was up. He lay back down slowly and stared at the ceiling above him.

He didn't know if it was a trick his eyes were playing on him or if it really was happening, but the ceiling looked like it was moving toward him. Something touched his forehead and he decided that the ceiling had moved after all.

"What is it?" a voice asked.

"I don't know," replied the same voice.

"Maybe the original knows."

"Maybe."

"So...is it...you know, available for use?"

"I don't know what it is. It might be dangerous."

"Move aside. Hey! Oh, you morons, this is a human."

"A human?"

"Yeah, God's 'greatest creation' or something like that."

"Maybe we should eat it?"

"A human? You know how much we could sell her for?"

"Her?"

"Yeah."

"How can you tell?"

"I'm a guy," Anthony said. The voices gasped and Anthony attempted again to push himself upright. He did, but he was still too dizzy to really look around, so he curled his knees to his chest and put his chin on them.

"You don't know anything about humans!" cried the voice again.

"I do to! Here, I'll get this one excited." Anthony watched with double vision as a large form pulled itself from the floor and stood proudly above him. He looked up with a dour expression on his face.

"What?" he spat.

"You are very interesting. I've never actually met one of you humans before, but if you're anything like demons..." The figure knelt down and Anthony just sat there, vision blurry and unfocused.

"Go away. I'm not happy."

"Why not? I can make you happy if you want."

"No you can't. Only Kan can make me happy." He realized that the feeling of vertigo and disorientation was gone. With that in mind, he slowly rose to his feet and stood firm before whoever it was that was annoying him.

"Kan? Who is that?"

"Maybe we should ask the original."

"Or get another split. Maybe a more recent one?"

"How about the...no. She's even older than me!"

Anthony reached out and touched the person standing there. "Anathane?" he said.

"How do you know my name?" she snarled defensively. Anthony felt something sharp press against his neck. He raised his hands in a gesture of surrender and waited for her to remove the blade.

"We're friends. I'm Anthony, remember? You know me. Well, one of you knows me anyway. I'm sorry I can't see your face that well; my vision is still blurry."

"Oh," Anathane said with an embarrassed quality to her voice. "Well, let me show you the place. You're inside of me right now."

"Us!" another corrected.

"You're inside of us right now. Our real body. Hey, somebody go get the split that knows who Anthony is." She turned directly to him and patted his hand kindly. "I'm sorry. She'll be with you soon. In the mean time, well, I'm Anathane. I suppose you and Anathane have known each other for quite some time then, huh?"

"Nope. I only just met her a few weeks ago," came Anthony's reply as he blinked hard to rid himself of the bleariness. It simply refused to leave. He resigned himself to just follow Anathane while she guided him, his hand between hers.

They walked down what seemed like an endless maze of corridors with all manner of voice following them and bickering amongst themselves, mostly. He got asked a few questions, mostly about if he and the 'Jack Split' got it on or not. To all of such things he replied that he did not love her, and therefore, had not had any manner of sexual relation with her.

At the end of their journey, Anathane spoke with another of her many selves and then turned back to Anthony. He couldn't tell what kind of expression she wore, but it would have helped to explain why she gave him a peck on the lips before leaving. The one that replaced her was a little more nervous.

"Sorry to make you waiting. I was...erm, busy." She laughed nervously.

"Huh? No, that's okay." He was lying through his teeth. Why hadn't she fucking gotten here sooner? "So, where am I exactly?"

"Oh, you're inside me right now. We're walking toward the core, the original. She's waiting for you. Though, she really wasn't expecting you for another few centuries, hehe." She scratched her head nervously.

"Oh, well, okay. How far do we have to walk?"

"Oh, not far. You're actually inside our heart. Just a few more minutes and you'll be with her and we can all talk to you and get to know you. Meanwhile, I'm here to give you whatever you need. I can't put anything inside you, but I can definitely pleasure you if you so wish."

"No, that's fine. I just don't want to walk any farther. I'm tired," he complained.

"Hold on. I can fix that." Anathane forced half a dozen tentacles out of her body and pushed them against Anthony's back. "Just sit back and I'll carry you." He reluctantly leaned his body back and the appendages embraced him gently, forming a sort of curved palate for him to sit on.

At the core, as Anathane had referred to it as, he could see almost nothing still. All that he could find was just a simple blur or color. A few things moved, lurched rather, like big cables hanging from the ceiling. Other things expanded slowly and then deflated, like massive lungs breathing rhythmically.

Anathane carried him up a slight incline and let him off at the top. Back on his feet, he felt the ground was slimy and felt like gooey mud, or brownie mix before being cooked. It wasn't but half an inch deep, but it was enough to make the floor slick and force him to take baby steps forward.

Before him was a huge red object with a white center. Upon it, something large lay in a tangle of colors ranging from one end of he light spectrum to the other. Anathane kissed his forehead and then slipped away, leaving him standing alone in front of the mass of color. He guessed that this was the original everyone had been talking about.

"Um...hey, I guess you've been expecting me. I'm Anthony," he said timidly.

"Don't be intimidated by me. It's only me, Anathane. You're my friend. Come, sit here," she said in a friendly voice, patting something. Anthony licked his dry lips.

"Uh...sorry, but I can't really see what you're referring to. My eyesight isn't really back to me yet. Kind of annoying right now." He felt something push him forward to her, and her fingertips pressed against his Gorgon's Eye. She thought for a moment, let out a thoughtful sigh, and then ran her extraordinarily long fingers through his hair.

"The symptoms are finally showing. Your third eye is starting to change your real eyes."

He had a feeling that this eye wasn't free after all. "So, I'm going to be blind before this is all over?" He hoped against hope that her answer wasn't what he thought it was going to be.

"Unfortunately, yes." Anathane pulled him closer, so that Anthony's head was resting against her shoulder.

"I had a feeling that was the case. Well..." His eyes began to tear up. Accepting that he was going blind was going to be hard. He wasn't ever going to see Kan again, or any of his friends, or anything else for that matter. He wasn't ever going to see daylight. He wasn't going to look at the sky, the water, anything beautiful ever again. He sobbed quietly and Anathane pulled him into her lap. She ran a comforting hand up and down his back in an effort to give him some sort of relief.

"Don't cry. Your world is not going to disappear with your sight. Kan will still be there, and Jack, and Volna, and everyone else. Blind is not dead."

Anthony controlled his sobbing. "But Kan..." He squeezed his eyes shut tightly.

"She will still love you all the same, if not more. Do you want me to say something prophetic to make it better?"

"Pro-"

"Eyes are the portal through which one may view the soul. Sight merely reflects the onlooker trying to see in, and fools he who is trying to be seen. Blind, however, a man may have his lover peer into the depths of his soul and find only herself within. A blind man will ensnare his lover for all eternity with but a single show of faith, and the love he shares will live as long as the stars in the heavens above."

Anthony was silent for the longest time as he sat in Anathane's arms and calmed his body. Anathane stroked his hair in a motherly manner and hummed to herself a tune that made Anthony's nerves calm and his tears slow. She wiped his tears away and set him down on a makeshift seat that she'd molded out of the floor.

"How did you know that would work?" Anthony asked after he was back to normal.

Anathane shrugged. "I'm older than you could possibly fathom. I know exactly how you think. And I would know how Jack thinks too if I could reach him now." She tapped her foot on the ground impatiently. "Sorry to complain in front of you. I haven't seen him in a while. I'm a little unhappy."

"But don't you remember putting on that nu-"

She put two fingers to his lips.

"Please don't ruin it for me," she whispered. "I don't know what the other me has done with him until she rejoined her consciousness with me. Please, don't tell me early. I want to hear and feel it all at once."

"Oh, sorry. But, can I say one thing?"

"Of course."

"You two have no idea how loud you get when you fuck." At that, Anathane giggled uncontrollably.

"Oh, believe me, I know! I have all the times before that day in my memories somewhere. I cannot tell you how well I know that. But, is it really that obvious?" She watched Anthony roll his eyes sarcastically.




Cemetery Summons Ch. 20



"The walls shook, you screamed so loud. I could feel it all the way from where I was, in a guest room."

Anathane asked, "Guest room? Where were we that there were guest rooms? Not a hotel I hope."

Anthony's jaw dropped. "No, at Nyx's estate. Do...do you not know what's going on right now? The plan to get Kan and them back? Grymir, Kadae, Ekana, Volna all helping us?"

"Grymir and Kadae? I haven't seen them in a few ages. What plan?"

"You...holy hell this is going to take a long time. Um, where do I start?" He thought for a moment. "Sorry, I'm starving. Do you have anything to eat?"

"Nothing that wouldn't kill you if you ate it," she replied.

Anthony sighed and recapped the entire tale from start to finish.

Anathane listened intently to him, like a child being told a fairytale about a knight rescuing a maiden locked in a tower. Unfortunately, the way he had to end it left a lot unanswered questions for Anathane. Still, she thanked him for telling her.

"So," she began after he was through. "I should batten down the hatches and wait?"

"Well, no, because I would think their ruse worked if you don't have an army being poured down your throat already. I think that we should take a more proactive approach to this. Can you get to the Sanctuary of the Underworld from here?"

"Not with the collar that Dalaria put around my neck, I can't."

"Well, shit," Anthony said. "There goes one idea. And now everything's fucked."

"Why is that," said the demon curiously.

"Well, because..."

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"We've just lost out only way to the Sanctuary, huh? Well, what do we do now? We can wait a few thousand years, but I doubt the human can survive that long, even given the best circumstances Anathane can give him." Nyx paced back and forth in the library anxiously.

"Don't worry. We can always try soul unbinding," Anathane said as she flipped another page in the tome. Nyx didn't seem to care much for her nonchalant attitude.

"Don't worry? Don't worry? Dalaria came to my home! How am I supposed to just let that go?! Helena can only play for so long while you four are...reading!" Nyx looked like she was about ready to explode.

"I said cool your fucking temper, okay?" Anathane snarled angrily, baring long fangs at the succubus. Nyx backed off, fuming a little less, and grabbed a book too. Goddamn library. She needed to cut back on some of this. But if she got rid of something important...

Damn everything, she thought.

"Ha!" Kadae shouted. "Soul Unbinding! I've found it!"

"Give it here," Anathane said excitedly. Kadae tossed it to her and Anathane flipped through its pages like she wasn't even reading them. She grinned widely as the number of unread pages waned and then snapped it shut. "Good."

"What's good?" asked Volna, her nose still dug in a book unrelated to anything that could possibly help their situation.

"I already know all of this."

"Then we can get started as soon a-"

"That's wrong, Grymir," Anathane suddenly said. "We can't do a thing because none of us can leave this place to go find a warlock. The only human in hell able to perform this ritual is Anthony."

Nyx was exasperated. "Well then, we're back where we started!"

"Not necessarily. If such a small portion of my true self understand s this, then most certainly the original that Anthony is with has already realized this as well. Gather up all the chalk and ink you can Nyx. I need to make a summoning circle."

"Limarei! I know you're in here! Get them from your room!"

"And we'll get Ekana's love chains too. This is gonna be fun~" she giggled cheekily, skipping down the row of bookcases without a care in the world. Nyx furrowed her brow.

"She's losing her mind," she succubus murmured as she followed the demon out of the library, praying that whatever soul unbinding was, that it would work.

For all their sakes.

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A/N: Sorry if this one's a little short. I tried to get it to you as soon as possible.



Cemetery Summons Ch. 21



Noise.

Anthony's mind was in a world of confusion. Noise was all he could understand. Screaming on the highest mountains echoed through his head, and deep, horrifying moans from the deepest valleys he could imagine.

Satisfied grunting and panting across endless plains, grass waving in a soft breeze, traffic stops with cars honking, German folk music, rockslides, the clang of steel against steel. Fire burned, chickens clucked all about him, rain, endless rain poured down. All manner of sound berated his tired and weary mind. 

He couldn't tell how long this had been going on. Every noise he had ever heard was coming back to him with a vengeance. Every voice yelled at him. Everything was so loud! His ears hurt! His head vibrated with constant buzzing somewhere in the back of his mind. He couldn't stand it! If this went on, he was going to go insane!

The noise drowned out his thoughts. He lay there, floating in an endless wash of sound, unable to even hear his own voice. The air in his chest seemed like it resounded with the songs of a thousand angels, or the chants of a thousand demons. He didn't care.

It was all too much for him.

He shouldn't have agreed to let Anathane send his soul back. Only one reason had propelled him toward this folly to tear sanity from his mind. Kan was worth this, but nobody else, not even Jack. This was an assault on his sanity. He didn't have room to wiggle his thoughts around the things swirling about him.

One particularly loud explosion sent his eyes open.

Unfortunately, it allowed him to remember that his vision was failing, and it was worse than it had been before. Now he could only see a little color, and the blurs from before were now just swathes of scratchy obliqueness. He sighed. At least the noise had stopped.

Looking around didn't help him get his bearings at all. Of course, he was half blind. Anthony muttered unhappily under his breath and got to his feet. He wished the noise would come back. His unhappy thoughts were almost enough to make him sit back down and wait for something to stomp him to death.

He started walking toward a massive, dark red object in front of him. His feet caught every sharp edge, every little pebble it seemed. It didn't make him angry, because he was used to walking around barefoot outside, but it was annoying that his feet were getting torn up because he was blind. At least with his eyes working he could have stepped past some of this crap.

He tripped when his foot caught something large, and he barely caught himself against an angular surface. He took a deep breath and righted himself against it. Feeling around, he realized that this was the big red thing he had seen earlier. It felt like steps, leading up above him. He looked up, but he could only see the red steps and the dark sky above, if that was even the sky.

He searched around for a little while and came to a railing of sorts jutting from the stone steps. He put his hand on it and made his way up the steps, glad to have some kind of support for his endeavor. Being blind wasn't very pleasant. It messed up his sense of balance.

He looked to his right and the red blur extended for as far as he could discern. It was the same to the left. He realized the magnitude of the structure he was climbing. It made him think of how long it had taken to build, or how much material it had taken. The pyramids at Giza had taken some twenty two years to build, and Anthony had seen them.

Those had been some of the most impressive and enduring structures on the planet, and some of the oldest too. Four thousand years later and they were the only Wonders of the World still standing. Whatever he was climbing was several times more massive.

He pushed the thoughts from his mind and looked back up. Whatever he was ascending, he was interested in what was at the top. He smiled faintly and understood why everyone in every Hollywood movie walked somewhere when they were transported to a strange and foreign location. Curiosity. That had to be it. That's why he was looking toward the top.

But, now at least, things were still bad for him. Anathane had tried the soul unbinding and said that he would appear to his host in time.

In time.

Well, that there was his only problem with this whole thing. In time could mean ten minutes from now or ten lifetimes. He hated all the vagueness Anathane had spoken to him with. Vague was assuring to a scared man. No details, just solutions.

Anthony heard a voice and stopped, looking around instinctively for its owner. He groaned inwardly as he realized that it was one of the more foolish things he had done recently. He couldn't see a damned thing! Of course, his fucking eyes didn't work anymore.

Grumbling, he raised his voice. "Hello?"

"Who, us?" came a sultry voice in return.

"Uh...sure, you. Do you know where I am?" Anthony asked timidly.

"Is that a joke, newcomer?" growled the voice. Anthony heard footsteps.

"No, I just wanted to know what this place is. Sorry to bother you; I'll keep going." He started to ascend the steps again, but the footsteps got louder, until a hand touched his shoulder. He whipped his entire body around to see a deep brown blur. He squinted and caught the vague shape of a person.

"No," the voice purred. Two black shapes emerged from the woman's head. "Just sit back and let me get to know you. You look tasty enough to eat."

Anthony kicked up. "No!" He sent the woman reeling back down the steps and bit two of his fingers. He started drawing a summoning circle from memory, hoping that just summoning an object would be okay. Not seeing what he was drawing was a problem though, but he winged it as best he could.

It was either this or death with no fight. And at least attempting to get a weapon was more than enough to face God with upon being judged at the pearly gates. He finished the circle and a red flash made his vision fade for a moment. He reached into the open, shimmering void and grabbed the first thing he could, pulling it out quickly.

Then he stood to face the horned woman, who he knew was a demon by her inhuman cursing as she rushed back up to meet him. She slowed to a stop not ten feet away from him though, and Anthony prepared himself for anything.

"A...a warlock. I...I don't know...what I..." She retreated back down the steps hurriedly, leaving Anthony very confused and scared. Was this a trick? Was she going to come back up and tear him to pieces once his back was turned. Judging by the way other voice were beginning to make themselves known, worried and fearful, he guessed not.

"Someone tell me what's going on, now," Anthony growled, turning to face a growing crowd of what he assumed were demons, blade gripped tightly between two closed fists. One in the crowd stood forward.

"You are a warlock, right? You pulled the sword from the ground?"

"And if I did?" he replied.

"Don't be angry with us if we seem surprised, milord, but we have all been here for, at least, several thousand years. We expected you to be here sooner."

"What in the flying fuck does that have anything to do with me?" Anthony growled, continuing up the steps through a parting crowd.

"You were not sent to release us?"

"No I wasn't sent to release you. Tell me where Anathane is. She told me that she would be here waiting for me. Where is she?"

"Anathane? The Great Healer?"

"Sure. Where is she?" Anthony asked again, more agitated now.

"Why would she be here?" asked a voice.

Anthony sighed. "She's the one who brought me here. Are you going to tell me or do I have to sever heads to find out which ones say useful things before being lopped off?"

"No! She's not here! Don't be angry!" The crowd began to edge away from him cautiously. Anthony snorted and continued up the steps, growling softly. Goddamnit Anathane! Anthony was going to give her his two cents about this. Fucking God was gonna turn his face away in shame of the words his creations could speak.

For now though, Anthony was just mad at Anathane more because she had confirmed his imminent blindness than anything else. In a way, he wished she had lied to him and told him it was all going to be better soon and that his fairytale land was just over the next hill.

But, for all it was worth, that would have just been another letdown for him. It was better that he know the truth so he could prepare for it eventually. Even though going blind at all was going blind too soon, at least he had a buffer zone to get his act together.

At the top of the steps, the large structure flattened out like a massive plateau of red bricks. Anthony couldn't see any deviation from the flatness in any direction, save for a single structure that stood in the center of the massive area that stood so high that it disappeared into the sky.

He pointed to it. "What is that?" he asked.

"That's the beacon," answered a voice.

"What does it do?"

"It calls all in this realm toward it. So we can find our partners in soul unbinding instead of having to wander for years in search of them."

"So," Anthony guessed. "Anathane will come here to find me?"

"If she is the one that brought you here," the demon replied timidly. Anthony let out a despondent sigh and walked over to what the demon had referred to as the beacon. He looked up and squinted again, unable to see much further than his face.

He put his back to the stone tower and slid down until he was sitting on the ground. He then stuck his blade into the ground and folded his arms across his chest. The world seemed dimmer now. Obviously, he was getting noticeably worse in his state of blindness. If he went to sleep, what he was looking at now would be the last thing he'd ever see.

Of course, his third eye was still staring blankly into the distance, feeding off his body to keep him aware of the heartbeats of his closest friends. Oddly enough, he could tell which beats belonged to each of his friends.

Anathane's was beating so slowly that Anthony almost lost track of the time gaps between beats. But the loud thumps in his head let him know she was still alive. Niaf and Fain shared a heartbeat, which wasn't hard to hear. Elassa's was very faint, but constant. Jack's however was very erratic, beating at odd intervals and thumping loudly one minute, only to die down and barely make noise the next.

A lump formed in his throat when he felt Kan's. Hers was the faintest for some reason, which led him to believe that she was in trouble. If she was hurt, he wouldn't forgive himself for it. His eyes teared up and he rubbed them softly to make himself stop thinking about her.

"I never thought I'd find a warlock in love with a demon. It is a sad day when man cannot resist his forbidden fruit," said a familiar, tempting voice. Anthony perked up and looked around for her.

"Anathane?" He stood up and she whistled from the top of the steps he had come from, a large crowd at her feet. She made a gesture to him, but he couldn't see what it was. She waved both arms in the air.

"Come over here, hurry. We haven't time to dawdle here. Our final battle awaits," she cooed. Anthony met her at the top of the steps and she grabbed him around the waist. For the first time, he realized that they were both naked. He felt blood rush to his face so fast he could've clocked a world record for it.

"Um, so..." he began. "How to we get back now?"

Anathane shrugged. "The door. But first, let me gather myself again. I'm glad I get this chance to sort myself out again. It's been quite a while since I've connec...ted...oh Gods." She looked down at Anthony. "I had no idea Kan had changed you so much. And...I...I hunted Jack? Oh, look at him. He's so cute when he runs away."

Her tone changed. "I'm hitching a ride this time."

"He looks almost scared. Poor thing. Why'd you do that to him?"

"Thank me, jerk. I made his sword."

"Well we folded it. Can't forget that, Anathane."

"Hey, room for a few more?"

"Are you guys done emptying yet? Anthony's getting scared."

"Oh, he should be used to it by now. He saw us not too long ago."

"No, he saw you not too long ago. I was just watching. Boy do I love being like a fly on the wall."

"Alright guys, you're actually scaring him and his jumping jimmy right there."

"He's like Jack in that respect."

"Coming through!"

"Have some respect for your elders. Formation of Andromeda Galaxy Split here."

"Oh, hey F.A.G., didn't think I'd see you outta there any time soon."

"Meh, I thought I might drop in and tell Jack a few stories about the old days, you know? Formation of the earth and all that. He's a history buff, you know?"

"Of course, we all do. Ever since he swallowed that tongue of hers."

"'At's my cue to wiggle on in here. He's still got that baby tucked away somewhere in that body of his."

"Alright, enough of this. Is everything transferred back and forth and whatnot?"

"I'm staying put."

"You're getting out. Turns, VY Canis Majoris Birth Split, turns. We can't all hog his time until this whole crusading fiasco is all over and we can wrap Jack up in a nice blanket of us and never let him go."

"Fine."

"Good, now is everyone ready for the severance?"

"Sure."

"Is everyone in that's coming?"

"Who made you leader?"

"I said is everyone in!"

"We might need a few more. Splitting into four pieces to protect Jack and fight one of the jailers is going to be some tough work if we're understaffed. Maybe we should overstock now and save ourselves the struggle later?"

"Hmmm, good point. We could fit a few thousand more in here, right?"

"If we squeeze in real tight, maybe. We can always clear a few out if not."

"Alright! A few more- a few! What's with all of you and rushing into things like this? There, that's the line. Everyone else just wait until next time."

"Everyone ready? Alright, see you guys later. We're going back to see our incomplete boy."

Anathane's body shuddered for a minute, her eyes shining like two pools of dark light. Her pupils turned maroon for a moment, and then she let out a deep breath. The shuddering stopped and her body returned to its former, calm state.

Her eyes glanced down at Anthony's groin and she flashed him a wide, happy smile. Anthony's didn't know what to make of it at the moment. Was she going to lead him back to Nyx's mansion, or was she about to throw him down and rape him half to death? He didn't understand her at all. She was the most confusing person he knew, and that was saying something, having friends like Jack and all.

But, to Anthony's relief, she just took his hand in hers and led him around to the other side of the beacon and pressed her opposite hand against its smooth stone surface. Anthony did the same after she motioned for him to, and Anathane began saying something under her breath.

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Jack watched Anathane lie unconscious in the circle she'd drawn and used an hour ago. Her eyes were open, but dead. Nothing showed in them, no semblance of life or sign of thought. Her eyes just stared into the void, blankly, dead.

He wasn't worried about her though. She had promised him that she'd bring a new her back when she awoke. Jack wasn't sure what she meant by that, but he had a feeling that he was going to end up on the floor when she did come to. He wasn't relishing another assault at the moment. He was a little antsy to begin the end of this horrible nightmare in hell and get his lovers back.

Suddenly, the demon sat up and her eyes spun around like a chameleon's, unfocused and creepy. When her eyes did come into focus though, she put a hand to her head and blinked away the confusion that seemed to have held her for a moment. After a few seconds of rest, she got to her feet and looked about her person.

Everyone stared in silence, save for Jack. He wasn't worried. This was Anathane they were worried about. She could do anything, up to some point that Jack didn't ever think he could pry out of her. If he asked it of her, she could do it, no questions asked. He chewed his lip more out of boredom than anything else.

"I take it you as well, are accustomed to such sights?" Grymir asked flatly.

"I've seen every inch of her more than once, inside and out. Well, I guess you have too, given from what she said you two did. Sorry if I've seemed...a little jealous at times."

Grymir said, "I understand. She does belong to you after all."

"Anthony! Anthony, are you in there? Anathane, where is he?" Volna had Anathane pinned to the ground, pulling one of Anathane's eyes open wide as if she were trying to look inside of the demon's brain.

Anathane smiled and gave Volna a hug. "Of course he's in here. If you want me to, I can bring him out soon. Would you like that?" Anathane sounded very seductive right now. Especially since she had her legs intertwined with Volna's and a hand behind the raven-headed demon's head like a lover would.

"Bring him out now," Volva demanded.

"In a moment. I have my own priorities I need to set straight first. Namely, I want to meet Jack. It's been years since I've seen him. Since they have...since any of us have." She got to her feet and set Volna down on hers.

"Give me Anthony!"

Anathane glared. "After I get mine, whelp!" she snarled ferociously, baring long fangs. Volna backed away and let Anathane have her way. Jack wasn't surprised by the sudden show of force, because he had seen it several times before, but it was still a little unnerving to see her irritated.

She sauntered over to Jack, wide, womanly hips swaying with every single step. She hadn't cared to change the size of her chest yet, but he didn't care. He liked her however she appeared to him as. She was always beautiful.

Anathane stopped a few inches short of him and set her eyes upon him like wild hounds. Her fingers twitched madly as her black and red orbs took in what they were seeing. Jack watched her lips part a little as her mind drifted to darker places.

"Anathane, you okay? You're spacing out a little."

"I just...it's been so long, years without even...without even seeing your face..." She reached out and put her palm to his cheek like he was going to blow away into dust in a few seconds.

"But I saw you not half an hour ago. Does time move even faster wherever you were?" asked the incubus in a confused tone.

"I am not the me that left you then," she explained. "I am but a small fraction of me that resides within the larger me. Not a single split in this body has seen you since the massage, and to us, that was years ago."

"Oh, well then lean down and I'll give you a kiss. But not a long one, because Volna wants to see Anthony again." Jack smiled up at his lover as she leaned in for a kiss, lips quivering with anticipation. He could feel her hot, lusty breath on his face as her lips brushed against his.

Their mouths met, and Jack pulled away after a second. He stepped back to let her get some air, because she sounded like her lungs were emptying themselves and having no mercy on her.

She took a resounding step forward.

"I'm gonna let that slide for now," she said. Anathane grabbed Jack with all her might and kissed him fiercely. Jack felt his feet leave the ground, and suddenly he wasn't looking up, but looking down at her. 

He tried to speak, but it wasn't until she was satisfied that he was even able to breathe. "I'm glad everything went okay Anathane," he said. He choked up and tears blurred his field of vision. Anathane's tears burned him too, but he couldn't have cared less. It only made him cry harder.

"Me too Jack." They kissed again shortly and then Jack's feet met the floor again. Anathane wiped the tears from his face with her thumb with a gentle smile on her face. It wasn't long after that she controlled her breathing to a degree. "Alright, time to give Volna back her man."




Cemetery Summons Ch. 21



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"So what's she like, Volna? Is she as nice as Kan?"

"Or as domineering?"

"Hey guys," one voice chimed in. "The real question is: does she love Anthony?"

"Yeah, that."

Anthony groaned, a finger running up the bare skin of his spine. Answering all these questions about himself and Volna and everyone else was tiring. It would have been a tad easier if there hadn't been three dozen naked Amazons lying about the maroon floor in different poses that might have gotten her on the cover of Sports Illustrated.

Hell, just walking down the street would have gotten her into the magazine in seconds. Anthony thought on her question though. Volna sure acted like she just wanted to use him, but he didn't know for sure.

"I don't think so, but then again, I didn't think Kan loved me for the longest time either. I'll just wait and see if she does or doesn't. Worst comes to worst, she has a battle royal with Kan to see who gets me...or share me."

That was a fate he wanted to avoid.

"Bingo! That's a yes!"

"But do pray tell, do you love her too?"

"Hey," Anthony warned. "I don't even know if she loves me yet or not. Don't jump on me and ask...fuck. Why am I even getting defensive? You can already tell anyway. Fuck it, why do I even bother?" Anthony sat back, only to realize that the back of his head was buried between Anathane's thighs.

"Just remember that Jack is the only man allowed down there. Even you are banned from entry," she said cheerily.

"A thinly-veiled threat I assume?" Anthony said aloud while he folded his hands across his stomach.

Anathane shook her head. "I could never threaten you. You mean too much to Jack. However, if Jack wanted me to do that, then it would be up to Kan."

"And not me?" Anthony's brow knitted.

"Oh, of course not. Kan owns your soul. But vice versa, if I was told to kill Kan, I would need your approval, because you own her soul. You see what I mean?" Her smile was less than assuring, though probably genuine in nature.

"I'm so glad to know that the lives of those around you mean so much to you. I fear for your enemies," he spat sardonically. Anathane tut-tutted and shook her head like she was admonishing a child.

"Your lives mean everything to me. But Jack means everything more to me, if that makes sense. I love you like I love every other close friend of mine. But I love Jack on a higher level than a human can feel. You see? I will do anything Jack asks me to if he truly means it. I would make an attempt to do battle with God even, if Jack so wished." She paused for a moment. "Doing that, by the way, would be more suicide than jumping out of a space shuttle naked, while it's in orbit."

"I see..." Anthony tried to put together a mental image of Anathane challenging someone to a fight and then losing. It was harder than picturing someone jumping out of a space ship and plummeting to Earth.

"And now that you see, I believe that it's time to..." Her voice faded as Anthony's head began to pound. His eyes began to throb like they were going to pop, and he doubled over in pain. "What's wrong?!"

"Someone's!-" His eyes went wide. "Someone is prying at the eye! Anathane, we have to hurry!" Anthony curled into a tight ball and felt this head burning. His Gorgon's Eye began to sear his flesh, and he smelled the burning meat that was his skin. Fire burned in his brain and he cried out in pain.

"Anthony, please, hold onto the heart. Which one is being tampered with?" Anathane grabbed his fingers and squeezed tightly. The warlock focused all of his mental capabilities toward searching for the fast beat that thrummed in his head. That was the cause of his pain. The heartbeat was mind-shattering. How could it be so fast?!

"It's...Ela...no, wait, yes, no! Who! K...Kan! Kan, hold on! Stop! You're killing me! Stop!" he roared, covering his eyes with his hands. Nothing alleviated the pain. He writhed on the ground while Anathane sat beside him, unable to do a thing about it.

"Anthony, please hold out," she begged, pressing his hand between hers.

"Help me then!" he yelled.

"I can heal wounds, yes, but I cannot stop the pain. These are psychic wounds, not physical ones. I'm so sorry, but this is something you must do on your own." She kissed his forehead and the burning eye became a cool sensation. "This is all I can do."

"Kan, resist. Resist. Resist! Damn you, resist it! Fight! I love you! Fight it back! Show me you love me! I love you! Don't let me down! Show me! Love me! Kan! Fight it!"

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Whatever was going on inside her head, Volna knew it wasn't good. Anathane had been trying to drag Anthony's soul to the fore for far too long. Everyone watched with mixtures of anxiousness and anxiety while the demon searched her own multitude of selves for the one that wasn't hers.

Volna bit her lip and curled her toes. What was going on? Hadn't she said that everything was okay? Where was Anthony? What was going on inside her head? Volna didn't want to think that this was the end of her relationship with Anthony. There was so much more she could get from him!

"Damn it, what's taking him so long?" she growled.

"Him?" questioned Jack, the incubus.

Volna glared. "Of course, him. What else could it be? He's going to owe me extra for making me worried like this," she snapped.

"Worried implies you caring for him," Ekana chided. "You have feelings for the warlock, or are you just putting on a nice little show because you want to?"

"Can it. You want Jack, so says that sore ass of yours," Volna snarled in return. At this, Ekana raked her nails across the aforementioned wounds, reopening them in full. She raised her head and moaned like she was back on the table with Jack.

"Of course I do. He makes one helluva dom when he's pushed into it. And the after-fuck, that was really something of a whirl too." She opened her mouth wide and licked her plush lips with a long tongue sensually. Volna was disgusted, and jealous.

The object of Ekana's desire was no more than six feet away. Anthony, however, was refusing to leave Anathane's mind. He was probably scared that she was going to demand more from him, even though his body was lying countless miles away in the void realm between Rings. Why wouldn't he just come out?

Volna wasn't going to hurt him, or even try to milk him! She couldn't! She just wanted to see him again, to hear him! She wanted to know he was safe with Anathane and see that he was going to be fine. It wasn't much for her to ask. Why would he hide?

Did...did he hate her? Had she pushed him too far last time? Maybe four times in a row was too much for him? All the times she had forced him to do her bidding...oh Gods! Why had she done that? Why couldn't she have controlled her own greed and made sure that he was comfortable? If he hadn't been pushed so hard by her, then maybe she would be talking to him right now instead of worrying about him.

Volna wanted to hit herself. As much as she wanted to deny it, this was her fault. Anthony didn't want to even see her. She felt sick to her stomach. And there wasn't a damned thing she could do about it but wait.

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Kan dug her claws into the warlock's head and wiggled her fingers about. His face went from a look of surprise to one of complete anguish and torment. His eyes filled with blood and he choked on his own words.

"Like that, doncha? Silly boy. I don't care if you are Dalaria's best and brightest; you're nothing compared to Anthony."

With that said, she clawed at his brain and ripped out chunks of squishy pink meat. His body fell to the floor in a heap and began spilling blood all over the floor. She snorted, and then prodded the man's open skull with her foot. What was left of his brain felt warm and pleasant against her flesh.

She giggled.

And then her stomach lurched. What if that had been Anthony? She pushed the thought out of her mind and reassured herself that he was safe. For the thousandth time, she remembered that the feeling inside her head was from something he had done. Speaking of that...

She smashed the icon meant to drag his spell away from her body and tendrils of green light flashed about like and octopus' tentacles. They latched onto the warlock's body and started devouring it.

"Yoohoo! We have a man down. Anybody up to the task of getting his body?" she called mockingly, waiting with anticipation for the guards to come get their friend. Footsteps put her on edge. She had to work fast or everything she had done up to this point was lost. She might never get another chance like this ever again, so she wasn't going to fuck up. If not for her sake, then for Anthony's.

The guards stopped at the doorway and one of them fumbled with his keys. Kan waited next to the barred doorway and let a soft growl come up her throat. Once the door was open, she launched herself toward the guard entering her cell. Her fingers stabbed his throat and sent him spinning across the stone floor in a flash.

The other two guards made to draw their weapons, but Kan was already swinging through the open doorway with a hand raised high to strike. She tore through one guard's chainmail hauberk and blood spilled from the side of his neck. The second, she gouged his eyes out and slammed a knee into his groin.

Wordlessly, she reached up beneath his breastplate and tore away at his soft belly. Muscle and flesh parted before her diamond-sharp claws and very soon, there was a steaming pile of entrails coating the floor at Kan's feet. She let out a satisfied sigh and turned back to her cell. There lay the first guard, drowning in a pool of his blood and the warlock's. Kan spat at the ridiculous notion that she would be put under by something so ordinary as a warlock's curse.

She was fucking a warlock.

There was no way in heaven or hell that one was going to bind her to anything. Well, unless Anthony wanted it so. Oh, he was so naughty! However, she could save such thoughts for later. Now, she just needed to focus on surviving to get to Anthony. Then she could have all the sex in the world with him, and then some.

Kan looked around for another foe, but found not a single one was to be had. Luckily, they had thought her to be weak from exhaustion, but nothing of the like would occur for years. She was so wired on Anthony's cum that she could last longer than anyone else in this prison could. Perhaps Dalaria even if she had been given a few more weeks with her lover.

Kan darted back into her room and snatched the keys from the bleeding guard's belt. Then, she went to the adjacent cell and peered inside. Almost immediately, she found a large hand wrapped around her blue throat.

The hand was almost as white as a sheet of paper, and stitched heavily, as if it had been sewn together like Frankenstein's parts had been. Kan put her hands up as the pressure on her throat began to wax with the amount of time she was silent.

"You're not a guard," the hand's owner stated in a deep, melodious tone.

"No, I'm not. I'm trying to let you out before any more guards show up," explained Kan as she waited for the hand to let go. Slowly, its grip loosened.

"I'm...sorry. I am not used to demons showing compassion for one such as I." The hand retracted back into the darkness of its owner's cell. Oddly enough, the door for this cell was just a set of iron bars, much like a human's jail. Kan's had been locked with seals and runes and a solid metal door. Her burnt hand was proof of that.

Just touching the damned door had seared her flesh.

Kan looked into the cell, but it was in total darkness. The only things she could see were the prisoner's bright white eyes. Not like Jack's, but something of a dim glow with a purplish tint. Kan was hesitant to open the cell door for this prisoner.

"And what will you do, once I free you that is?" Kan inquired.

The arm came through the cell bars again. "Find the one who did this to me and drink blood from her skull, as is what I have dreamt of for a millennia," the prisoner replied calmly. Kan warily unlocked the door and opened it. She stepped back to let the prisoner out.

The stitched arm reached out first, followed by a thick shoulder, and then a man in a severely torn, hooded brown robe. His face was shadowed rather well, conveniently well actually. Something or another was hiding his face behind a shroud of blackness, but Kan didn't inquire. Instead, she was much more interested in his enormous build and the massive angel wings flanking him.

The giant extended a hand clasped at the wrist with a thick cuff and chain. "I thank you mortal, for my freedom. But I did expect you sooner." Kan reluctantly shook his hand and gave a wan smile. His milky white skin looked like leather, and felt as much too.

"Mortal as every other demon here," Kan muttered as their hands parted and she went to free the others. The giant lumbered quietly after her, making only a gentle sliding noise as he walked. Kan turned her head to see that he was in fact , not walking, but floating a few inches off the ground. And the slight brushing sound was that of his wings dragging across the blood-slicked floor.

Kan opened up the next cell and out popped eight or so imps that scurried off down a hallway with mad giggles. Kan released all the other prisoners nearby and handed one of the more sane ones the keys before leaving the cellblock. She noticed that the large angel-looking fellow with the stitched arm was following her.

"Is there something troubling you?" he asked concernedly.

"Why are you following me?"

"I wish to accompany you. You seem to know where your destination is," replied the giant.

Kan chuckled. "Yeah, out is where I want to be. But I don't know where the fuck I am."

"Then I will assist you in escaping this place. You came to my aid when I so desired, so I shall come to yours. Lead and I shall follow." He waited silently while Kan decided on which direction they were going to go once they reached the next hallway.

"Well, I guess you make some sense there. What's your name, anyway?" Kan looked left and then right, and found not a single soul. She shrugged and made the left turn at a whim.

"I am Tirol, fallen angel of the Lord God, loyal servant of the Lord Lucifer."

"What a mouthful," the demon muttered back. "I'm Kan by the way. And my lover's name is Anthony. I'll be letting him know how much I miss him when I see his ass again. Might even just get me a few seconds in heaven while I'm back there too."

"I see. I wish you luck in your endeavor."

"Well thanks, Tirol. You know, stirring up more trouble for Dalaria around here would help me, and I guess, help you get what we want. Do you think we should find another few dozen prisoners to let loose? Besides, I have a few friends here I would like to see out here with me. Unfortunately though, they won't be giving you any rewards beyond their verbal thanks. They all belong to one man," Kan said.

"I understand. But I do not desire any thanks. Before my fall from grace, I was an Angel of Aid. It was my duty to help those in need of assistance. Thus, I shall help you, mortal."

Kan growled softly. "I'm not mortal."

"To me, you are mortal. I could call you child if you desire that."

"Mortal's fine." Kan strode down a few more hallways until she reached a huge, domed room with a large statue in the center. The walls shone gold against the light of several braziers set on the walls and a massive chandelier above. Hundreds of candles burned on the chandelier and wax occasionally dripped down into the dark water below.

Around the statue was a pool, and several large dog-like beasts sleeping near what appeared to be their master. He appeared to be a large, heavy-set man with a torture mask and a large jagged club in one hand. He wore a glove covered in sharp metal fragments on the other. He was naked, save for a tattered smock around his waist.

Scattered about the floor were corpses and bones of all kinds. Apparently, this was some kind of doghouse and these were its owners. Kan backed around the corner again and turned to face Tirol. He looked down with a questioning look in his eyes.

"Something wrong, mortal?"

"Fuck, hellbores. I knew something was wrong when they weren't called in on us. Fuck. I might be able to pull something out of my ass to save myself, but you're totally fucked. There's no way those fucking dogs'll leave you alone once they get your scent."

"Ah, hellbores. Is their master nearby? Or have they taken root here on their own?"

"No, that fat bastard is right next to 'em. What're you thinking of doing?"

Tirol's teeth appeared in a wide, lupine grin. "Kill the master and I will handle the hellbores." Kan groaned and readied herself for the coming fight. Fuck it all. She didn't want to do any of this. Was having to fight her way through this whole prison worth it?

"Anthony..." To see the look on his face when she found him, that was more than enough encouragement. That moment was going to make her cream like she'd been holding back for thirty years.

Emboldened, she strolled casually out into the open and whistled for the hellbores' attention. All nine pairs of ears perked up and a number of growls arose. The master rose to his feet and yelled something incoherent. The hellbores growled menacingly, but stayed put. Another yell, and then the master gave them the attack command. The hellbores rushed toward Kan.

Before they could get anywhere near her, however, Tirol stomped his way into the room and howled like an animal. The dogs gave pause, but with words of encouragement from their master, they continued to leap and bound toward the demon and her new angelic comrade. He spread his wings and braced for impact. Kan rushed toward the pack's master in the middle of the room, bypassing all but one hellbore altogether.

When the canine demon leapt, Kan rammed four claws into the back of its throat and tore a length of its spine out the back of its beck. With a yelp, the hellbore flopped to the ground with Kan's arm stuck up to the shoulder in its mouth.

Now, however, Kan was stuck. The hellbore's body was too heavy to move from the floor in any quick manner. (because it was nearly the size of a bull) Normally, this wouldn't have been a problem, but Kan had the master running at her with his cruelly notched club in hand.

He swung at her midsection, but Kan twisted away from the hellbore's corpse and the sharp club thudded against the stone floor inches away from her back. She swept her wing across the master's face, which hurt her more than it did him because of his mask. Still, it disoriented him enough to allow her a clean kick with her heel, right in the side of his knee.

"Fucking die already!" she roared. The master stepped back and raised the club again. Kan rolled back over onto her back and clapped her feet around his hand as he tried to swing. It took him a moment to realize what had happened, and then he punched one of her feet with the opposite hand. Kan yelled her frustration at him and lashed out with the end of her wing.

Luckily, after an initial hit on his meal mask, the strike skittered into his eye and impaled the gooey orb. The master lurched, but didn't think much of it as he punched her foot again to get his club hand free. She let go and kicked his club hand instead.

The weapon went flying and Kan focused the majority of her attention on getting her arm free now. She arched her back as a punch from the shrapnel glove came down. It took skin from her back. Kan winced at the pain, but managed to free her arm in time to get away from the next blow aimed for her head.

She got to her feet and glanced over at Tirol for a moment. A hellbore came flying in her direction with no head. Kan barely had time to duck before the demon's body soared over her and smashed into the master's side with loud cracks of bone being splintered like wood. Kan finished the master with a stomp, crushing his skull.




Cemetery Summons Ch. 21



Dark pink brain matter oozed out of the master's skull and blood flooded the floor. Kan stepped away and went to help Tirol. She found that there was no need, for he was busy tearing the last hellbore's front legs off. He let out another howl and then was done with his fight. He raised a big, bloody hand and nodded to Kan.

"I see my battle fared just as well," he said.

"If I hadn't gotten my arm stuck in somebody's fat mouth, I might've been of a bit more use," Kan spat sourly. Surveying the room, she saw two other entrances and decided that now was a good time to get a weapon or two from the crap lying around. Surely with all these corpses, there had to be something of value. And if worst came to worst, then she'd use that club, because her hands were sure as shit getting sore.

Tirol climbed the statue and lifted the giant stone sword from its place in the statue's hand. The stone figure stood immovable, arm still held high with nothing in it. Tirol dropped off the stone man and inspected the blade curiously.

Meanwhile, Kan started rummaging through the scraps of meat and bones in an effort to find a decent blade or two to wield. Tirol's weapon was about six feet long, so he was going to be doing most of the fighting until that thing broke. However, Kan still needed to find something to get her hands out of the fray.

After the first three piles of refuse, she found a cracked dagger and a few rusted swords. Only the dagger was of any worth at all, so she took it and met back up with Tirol as the opposite end of the room. He peered down one hallway, and then the other.

"Both are occupied. We may need to find another way through," he stated.

"Occupied?" Kan scowled at the arched openings. "As in more coming toward us?"

"No. These passageways have men in them, perhaps. Or more hellbores. They may be coming toward us, but most likely they are in the process of cleaning up the mess you created. Either way, we have the luxury of time. They are not close."

"Well, while we've got the opportunity, help me find a good sword of somethin' to use. This dagger isn't going anywhere near deep enough to do major damage unless its in the head." She wrapped the dagger in the end of her tail and continued searching for a while with Tirol. He appeared to have a better eye for junk than she did, for he tossed several unusable swords into a pile near the swordless statue.

During their rummaging, he asked, "What is Anthony like?"

Surprised, Kan thought for a moment on how to describe him. It was a hard question to answer on the spot, but she did reply after thinking for a while. "I dunno. He's just the right kind of guy for me, not to sensitive, but loving enough to make me want to fuck him senseless. He's not the average warlock you'd find down here either, but he is a little frail, even though he acts tough while we're fucking."

"I see. He was made for you." Tirol offered her a mace, which she took quickly with a grin.

"Well, not really. It's more like the other way around. He hasn't changed a bit since the day I met him. Sure, he was shitting his pants when first our gazes met, but he got over this thing with enough time." On a sad note, she added, "I can't believe that I was going to devour his soul at one point."

"Then you are very lucky to have realized your mistake before any misfortune befell you. I was not so lucky as that." Tirol held out his stitched arm as proof.

"Of course, but it still doesn't make me feel any better that he loves me without knowing that. I wanted to tell him, and I really was going to, but I ended up getting thrown in here before I could. Now...I don't know. I've been away for so long. I don't know if he'll love me if I tell him." Kan looked up pleadingly for advice.

"How long have you been separated?" asked the fallen angel.

"Three weeks!" she complained.

Tirol frowned. "That should not be much the problem. If lovers as tightly sewn together as you two. A Gorgon's Eye binds the souls together, and that you two have sealed yourselves in such a way proves that your love delves deep. Years past should not matter to him."

Kan's stomach dropped. "We've been together for four and a half weeks, including the three I've been here."

"And you sealed yourselves with a Gorgon's Eye after ten days?" Tirol sounded surprised for once. Kan nodded and then shrugged when she thought about the fact.

"I didn't even know he did until that damned warlock tried to rip it off me. I'm not letting a damned soul touch this thing until it matures, unless that's Anthony of course. I wanna fuck him so bad! I don't know what to do!" Her cock went hard for her lover and she let out a banshee's wail. If she didn't fuck somebody in the next hour then she was going to go crazy!

And if that wasn't the thing that set off some kind of alarm, then Kan be damned! Tirol's eyes shot up to the nearest archway and he made ready for battle. Kan moaned in anger and stood before the other passage into the room.

"Do not let them get behind you or we are lost. If you are surrounded, then run and I will follow. I owe you my debt of freedom. I cannot make good on it if you are dead." His grin reappeared for a moment and then faded into the shroud beneath his hood. Kan's mind wasn't on the battle though, for all she could think about was Anthony and her deepest fantasy of pushing her cock into his body.

"Anthony, please hold on. I'll be there eventually." Kan saw shadows and tightened the grip on her mace. Her tail swished twice in practice for slitting throats and her wings flexed wide. A guard appeared from around the corner and raised his sword to strike.

Snarls and growls came from further down the passage and Kan groaned again. More hellbores, fuck! Still, she managed to stay focused enough to fight through a dozen guards and three more hellbores on the loose.

It wasn't an easy fight, but she came through it alive at least. Tirol had easily slain all of his foes and helped Kan with hers. He seemed to have no physical limits. Kan figured the only way she'd match him in that respect was in bed.

That line of thought brought her back to Anthony, and it also brought back her erection, ten fold the intensity. She searched the survivors of the fight for a woman. Any woman would do. Anyone with a pussy! She tore two throats before finding a woman who had a deep gash across her side. She couldn't fight back if she wanted to. Kan stripped the wounded guard of her heavier armor and then what was left.

Kan stared her down, hungrily licking her lips like the demon she wanted to be. She was of the second circle. Her only purpose was to seduce silly little boys and fuck until their souls were tucked neatly away in her belly.

She ripped apart the demon's undergarments and her cock throbbed for attention as she saw the glistening trail of juice running down the guard's pussy. She restrained herself and looked up to Tirol, who was busy sliding a sword into a survivor's chest like his armor was butter. He glanced at her and held up a hand.

"Not a soul for the rest of time," he said solemnly.

Kan stuck her cockhead into the guard's wanting, scared pussy. It felt so sweet o slide her throbbing cock into a nice, warm cunt again.

She stopped.

Against her every instinct, and her every want, she pulled away and cut the guard's jugular with the cracked knife blade. Kan stared at her arousal for the longest time before slapping it as hard as she could.

"You're Anthony's," she spat angrily. "You wait for him to touch you, and nobody else."

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A/N: I'm sorry that there isn't any sex in this chapter. It's been hard enough to get myself to write as it is. I hope you enjoyed some of it at least.



Cemetery Summons Ch. 22



A/N: As a note, 9-9-10 marks the one-year anniversary of the date I started this story. I can't believe it took me a year to get 184,000 words. Thanks for reading so far, I hope you enjoy.

The red sun in the distance coated everything in a dull red glow, like a wash of red paint on a massive canvas. Even Anathane's light brown body looked scarlet in the light of the gigantic red orb. Jack was a little disturbed how the light reflected in everyone's eyes was red like burning embers. He hadn't imagined that he would ever think of his friends as demons until now.

Even as the sun shone down, the army marched. Jack found that the army he was supposed to lead into battle, his first and hopefully only battle too, was so staggeringly large that it made World War Two look like a village dispute. His mind was wracked with anxiety. How was he supposed to lead this kind of a force? He didn't know the first thing about warfare!

Luckily, Anathane and Nyx had taken it upon themselves to watch over his decisions. In other words, they were going to tell him what to say and do for the duration of the battle. Still, it didn't make things any less frightful. This was the real thing! It wasn't some game or something he could talk his way out of. Once this all started, that was it. He was in trouble for real if things went wrong.

Anathane tugged at the hem of his chainmail vest and he drifted to the side of the throng of dark figures Grymir had gifted to his 'rebellion'. The tall demon flashed Jack a reassuring smile before pulling him farther away from the marching army.

"What is it Anathane?"

She pointed to a large building not far away. "That's a place where we can find more recruits. I know the succubus who spends her time in there. She quite popular in this area you know." She went on to add. "But don't you get any funny ideas."

Jack rolled his eyes as they began walking. "Between Anthony being in your head, finding the portal to the next ring, not getting killed, and trying to figure out how to lead this army, I don't have time to think about sex anymore."

"Oh, don't say that! I still want to sneak away with you sometimes for my own selfishness! Just don't think about Jaelani like you do us and I won't have to strangle her to death." She flexed her talons briefly to get the point across. Jack shuddered as they approached the flag-decorated structure ahead.

The town around them was nearly empty, save for a few demons looking out their windows fearfully. Cloth doors revealed shuffling feet and curious eyes every now and then. The buildings here looked like square clay houses, like the kind of stuff Jack remembered seeing in a few history books. They looked like Mesopotamian huts, even the big one that Anathane was leading him to, just on a grander scale and adorned with flags depicting a horned demon with an axe in one hand and a coin in the other.

Inside, the air was hot and humid like a jungle. Only, the smell of high libidos being satisfied was almost unbearable. Jack understood why Anathane was wary of bringing him in here. He was already feeling the effects of the air. Apparently she was to, for a stream of glittering fluid traveled down her thigh as she walked.

Jack looked around the place. The room they were in was about two hundred feet long and probably just as wide. There was a staircase to the right that led up to a second story with a wooden balcony. Everywhere there were tables and long couches where demons, incubi, and succubi alike expressed their love for all material beauty.

Jack managed to ignore them for the most part, for they didn't make much noise besides passionate moans and the occasional name-calling. It seemed that they were holding back though, because he could see many of them restraining themselves. Odd. If this was a pleasure house, then shouldn't they have been letting loose.

Anathane grabbed Jack's ass painfully and giggled into his ear, "Control yourself. You look like you could fly away right now if your dick didn't anchor you down. And you're attracting more attention than you usually do."

Jack spied several succubi sneaking peeks at him as he passed. He walked a little closer to Anathane and tried to assess what was going on with his body. Was it his expression?

His lover yanked his tail almost roughly enough to pull him clear off his feet. He stumbled a bit and glared up at her. She only smirked and tapped his wing smugly. It was then that Jack realized what she was trying to tell him. All his new extremities were out now, and drawing a lot of attention.

Even though everyone else looked like he did, pretty much everyone he knew in hell told him that white was a color not of the denizens of the Second Circle. Ergo, he turned heads for having white wings and not being an angel.

Up ahead, there was a large black curtain and a rounded wooden platform lined with shallow metal pans filled with what looked to be water. Jack came to the edge of the platform and felt a finger tapping his shoulder.

"What's up?" he asked Anathane as he turned.

"Uh...it's not Anathane right now. It's Anthony, so, uh...yeah," Anthony muttered timidly from Anathane's body, in her voice. "I just appeared in conscious control of her body, and I can't hear her. Where the hell are we?" Anthony looked around, confused.

"We're here to get someone na-"

The metal pans flared to life in plumes of fire, one of which almost singed the hair off Jack's head. He jumped back as the platform suddenly drew all the attention of the room's occupants. Jack and Anthony stared at the huge black curtain as it began to recede to either side of the platform's edge.

From behind the curtain emerged a succubus. Jack screwed his eyes shut and shook his head to keep from staring. This wasn't right. Something about her was too alluring, far too attractive. When he opened his eyes again, she sauntered forward, amber eyes scanning the room, intrigued.

The chocolate-skinned beauty swayed gently with every step, swinging her round hips left and right to accentuate the bounce of her considerable bust. Her eyes fell further down, closer to the edge of what Jack now realized was a stage. The two yellow orbs came to rest on Jack. She stared him down, pouring her divine influence into his mind, filling it with a lusty fog.

"Jack? Hey, what's wrong with you? You're just standing there like a rock." Anthony shook Jack by the shoulder and the incubus snapped out of his haze. He smacked the side of his head and started to speak, when he was interrupted by the succubus. Somehow, she had managed to get to the lip of the stage without him noticing.

"My name is Jaelani. I've chosen you to be the entertainment for tonight," she purred in a silken voice. Jack's eyes went wide and he protested, pushing her extended hand away.

"N-No, I can't. I'm supposed...to..."

"This is a first. I've not had anyone deny my invitation before." She pondered the predicament for a moment before bending at the hip and putting her face level with his. She smelled like a mix of honey and caramel, though Jack found it hard to ignore the other scents coming from her as well.

"I'm not...here to play..." Jack muttered. He could hardly think straight. Speaking was putting a strain on his mental capabilities, and his throbbing need for a female body wasn't helping him concentrate either.

"Can't you stay for just a little while? I would be very..." She lowered her tone to a more seductive one. "Very...grateful, if you would grace me with your warmth." Jack felt her hand brush across his cheek and then unfasten the chainmail Grimyr had given to him. It fell off Jack's body like a lead weight.

"Uh...Jack, what're you doing?" Anthony picked up the chainmail vest from the floor and Jaelani smiled knowingly at him.

"Oh, Anathane, may I borrow this one for a moment? He is ever so tempting." Licking her lips, the succubus took Jacks hand and pulled him onto the stage in a gentle, fluid motion. The onlookers cheered as she removed his shorts and revealed that he was full ready to do what she wanted him to.

"Uh...okay, sure." Anthony was helpless to do anything but watch the scene unfold as Jack was enthralled even further by the press of her body against his. She raised her knee to his hip and snaked her arms around his shoulders.

It wasn't long before Jack felt her lips on his, and he instinctively invited her into a much deeper, longing embrace. His arms wound their way around her slender waist and wide hips to lock them together for as long as he so desired. He fought the feeling of want with everything he could.

"Jaelani, I really don't have the time. We're..."

She put a finger to his lips and them replaced it again with her own lips for a chaste kiss. "Don't worry. If you were here to watch, then it's fine. Anathane can still do that." She stared him down again, and it was like she'd put some spell on him. All his inhibitions and desires for anything else were pushed back from the fore of his brain.

"But..."

"Shhh. Just enjoy it." Jaelani wrapped her legs around Jack's left knee and yanked his leg out from under him. They fell, but she braced one arm against the floor and arrested their fall inches from the floor. Then she gently let Jack's back touch the ground and continued to conquer his mouth with hers.

Jack managed to build up enough control to put his arms between them. Jaelani grabbed his hands and stretched his arms out to either side of his body. He fought her, but another look from her drove his senses insane and he relented. She quickly pushed their sexes together and hissed in pleasure.

"Get off," Jack moaned. Jaelani raised her body and then smiled briefly.

"Oh, so you want foreplay? I am not usually so giving, so you should feel very privileged that Anathane is your friend, or I might not do this for you." She crawled down the length of his body, kissing down his chest seductively. She traced the dips between his ribs with her nimble fingers playfully, tickling Jack as innocently as one could. Then she dipped her tongue into his navel and he slammed his head against the floor.

The shock brought him out of his lust-haze and he sat straight up like Frankenstein might have in an old horror movie, only his arms were aimed form Jaelani's head instead of the air in front of his face.

He managed to catch her before she descended upon his cock. She wasn't even an inch away from the tip when he stopped her. Questioningly, the succubus looked up, but Jack didn't make eye contact with her. He glanced at the floor to his side and forced her head back up.

"I said get off. I can't do this with you or Anathane is gonna get angry and do something stupid. She already choked Volna out just for hearing about what she did." Jaelani pouted and turned Jack's head to face her. He didn't close his eyes fast enough.

"We'll just keep going until she tells me to stop. Besides, you're...enchanting, somehow. I'd rather it be you than one of the other patrons here, my white-eyed demon. And look at them, they deserve a good show for this long wait, don't they?"

She gave him yet another peck on the lips and then returned to her previous position, looming over his cock like a hungry predator. She laid her body flat out on the floor and propped herself up on her elbows.

"Oh God," Jack murmured as she wrapped her fingers around his shaft and applied just enough pressure to let him feel it. She winked at him and extended a wet tongue to greet his lust.

It was like the kiss of a goddess.

He almost blew everything right there. Something was definitely wrong here. No tongue felt that good with just a little lick like that. No tongue. She was enchanting him or something; that had to be it. There was no other explanation for what the hell was going on h-

Her head sank down and her lips touched the base of his cock. Jack stifled a loud moan by biting down hard on two fingers. Oh God he wasn't going to last ten seconds like this. Whatever she was doing was way too much for him to handle. Her tongue swiveled around his cock for a few seconds before her head rose to reveal a glistening sheen of saliva coating his shaft.

She went down again, slurping noisily and turning her head to either side with every inch she descended. Between the wet, smooth tunnel of her throat and the friction from her expert menstruations, Jack couldn't see straight anymore. He clenched every muscle in his body to stave off the urge to beg her for more. It was hard to even think that far into the future with the smell around him driving his mind wild.

Chocolaty, honey-like scents suddenly made themselves known to Jack as Jaelani began to create a constant rhythm with her head. Jack knew that it was her body giving off these wondrous and delicious fragrances, but he couldn't figure out how. Everyone else had sweet or tangy smells, yes, but not like chocolate or any other food for that matter.

Jaelani began to hum from deep in her chest and Jack's back contorted to the shape of a Roman arch. His hands shot down to Jaelani's head and he shoved her face down to his pelvis. He wrapped his fists in her hair and pushed and pulled her head at his own pace. He jerked his hips up as he shoved her head down to his crotch.

His wings fluttered spasmodically, his tail too, twitching like a snake crawling over hot coals. He even saw a stream of white vapor coming out of his mouth when his breaths came out in great heaves from the exertion. He was so close to cumming that he was almost ready to just give up holding out and get his pleasure right now.

"You fucking cunt." Jack didn't even have time to turn his head before Anathane grabbed Jaelani by the hair and threw her across the stage effortlessly. Jack gasped at the loss. He was almost there, just a little more...

Anathane replaced Jaelani's mouth with her own and Jack balled his fists until his knuckles were white. He couldn't think straight enough to realize that he was in trouble. All he wanted was to find release somewhere and be satisfied.

"Anathane! That's not fair, just a second ago you were okay with this!" whined Jaelani as she approached the place where Jack lay. Anathane stopped sucking and wiped her mouth.

"It's complicated," she growled. Then she turned to Jack. "I thought I told you to stay away from her?" She squeezed his neck with one hand and his balls with the other. He let out a painful gasp in surprise.

"Anathane, please, we can talk later. I just need you to-"

"Complicated? Do you know how much of my power I had to use to bring him to the level he is now? It's was hard enough to get him up here, let alone get him to say yes to me after all those refusals!" Jaelani stamped her foot to help get her point across.

Anathane's mood changed entirely. "All those refusals...? Jack, you said no even when she seduced you?" Her voice was absent of the anger that had possessed her moments earlier.

Jack replied, "Yeah, you warned me, didn't you?" Then he begged, "Now please, let me cum!" At his request, she smothered him with her mouth and worked furiously at his cock until he climaxed. Greedily, she drank down everything, still bobbing her head up and down at a record pace. Jaelani just watched with disappointment as Anathane finished and released Jack to his own devices.

He just lay there panting on the floor while his lover scolded Jaelani.

"Who gave you the right to attack him like that? It's your fault for working so hard to get him, him of all people! When there are plenty of other willing partners around here for you to take advantage of! Gods, sometimes you just don't think!"

"If you- mfph!" Jaelani was cut off by a sloppy kiss from Anathane and a mouthful of cum to wash down her throat. The succubus pulled away after Anathane let her, a string of semen hanging from the corner of her mouth.

"But that wild side is why I love you like I do," giggled Anathane in a bubbly tone. "It's good to see you again Jaelani." And while they hugged and giggled and did what girls do best, Jack put his clothes back on and made his way to an empty table to collapse at. He was worn out. Usually oral sex didn't take this much out of him, but Jaelani's blowjob was different. He wasn't so much physically exhausted as he was mentally.

Fighting her willpower was hard enough with that kind of a body. But her eyes, and those scents, they were the real challenge. He let out a long sigh and waited for Anathane to find him. Like hell he was moving to go see her. She could come get him if she cared to much about who got to use him down here.

He watched Anathane start fooling around with Jaelani like nobody was around except for Jack. Jack didn't know if she just didn't care whether or not it bothered him that everyone else got to see her perform sexual acts upon himself and other, or if she honestly didn't know. But it burned him up to think about all the eyes that got to enjoy her body and fantasize about her.

He realized that he was thinking along the lines of some people he hated to think of himself becoming, so he stopped thinking about it. What right did he have to take that woman's public life and chain it up? She was her own person. She had every right to do what she wanted to.

It still bothered him deep down inside though.

While he was thinking, someone sat down beside him and rapped their fingers upon the table. Jack paid the person no mind. He wasn't in the mood to fend off strangers. If anything started happening, he could just call for Anathane and have her jump on it in a flash.

"You sure look like a sorry sight right now. One little BJ and you're toast, huh?"

"Oh, how true Volna. How true. But riddle me this, how am I supposed to friggin' do it? I have Elassa, Niaf, and Fain to find and then fuck until they're all satisfied, not to mention Anathane with them. Not that I don't want to, but if I meet them in the condition that I'm in now, then I'm gonna die!" He looked at the demon sourly. "How do you do it?"

"How do I do what?" she replied coyly.

"How do you fuck so many times in a day? How do all you demons and succubi and incubi do it? I can't stand more than maybe six or seven, on a fantastic day. You guys go all day, nonstop, and just never quit," Jack said.

Volna suddenly got very serious. "You are still developing, baby incubus. One day soon, you'll be able to do everything we do. You just need to keep tasting the desserts here in hell." She took his hand and slipped it under the table. He felt warmth on his fingertips and realized that Volna had put his fingers against her pussy.

"And this is one of those desserts you were talking about?" he asked dryly, beginning to finger her because there wasn't any reason for him to test her patience. This was what she wanted, and to fight that was just going to get him threatened and then forced to do it. He'd learned to be submissive around Nyx, Ekana, and Volna when they wanted something. Unlike Anathane, they weren't opposed to hurting him to get him to do things to him, especially Ekana.

Her weeping red wounds and bruised face were a constant reminder of what she was going to do to him the next time he was alone with her. While she had said that he was a great dom, she'd gone on to mention that she was an even better one and would show him eventually. Hopefully, Elassa would be there to stop her when the time arose. Jack figured her sister would be more effective than even Anathane at keeping the peace.

Jack dug his fingers into Volna's pussy with a slow, methodic rhythm. Every time his fingers reached their farthest extend, Volna's knees drew together a little. And when he curled his fingers and drew them to her vaginal lips, her hand resting on the table flexed. Other than that, she looked perfectly at ease.

Anathane and Jaelani sat down at the table as well, still chatting idly about their own little adventures during their time apart, which seemed to be something of an era because Anathane actually looked surprised at the moment. Jack only caught a little of it though while his heart rate slowed and Jaelani's scents wore off.




Cemetery Summons Ch. 22



"...and a few hundred years ago, I had this one come in thinking he was the greatest thing since pleasure toys. I shut him up after a little tussle up on stage. He made quite the scenery piece," Jaelani giggled.

"Made quite the scene," Anathane corrected.

Jaelani shook her head. "No, I said what I meant. Scenery piece. I hung him up by his tail and his hands for a month, up there. There's still blood on the hooks that I drove through his palms. Oh, the screaming."

"I myself, " she replied. "Would have hung him up by his girth if he'd gone through all that trouble to get on stage and then not put on a good show." With those words, Jack felt something rub his turgid cock. He glanced at Anathane and she winked almost too stealthily for Jack to see. She then continued her conversation and simultaneously gave Jack a footjob.

It was a short while later that they were joined by Nyx. Less than unhappy, she immediately started berating Volna for getting off track. The demon blew off every comment with a smile and a nice little quip. While she did this, her hand traced Jack's arm up to the elbow and then dove for his crotch.

She nodded to another of Nyx's accusations and then grabbed Jack's balls. He jumped at the suddenness of her gesture and everyone gave him strange looks except Volna, who only smirked a little, and Anathane, who winked again. Anathane gave his precum-slick cock a few extra long strokes before continuing at her regular, faster and short pace.

Volna still fondled his balls with her off hand while she held her chin up and occasionally made rude gestures to Nyx with. It wasn't so much fondling as it was kneading. Oddly, it felt good, but the feeling of awkwardness made it less so.

"Fine, forget it," Nyx relented as Volna began ignoring her entirely. Jack made sure that he was doing his job between her thighs right now that she had more of her attention to devote to feeling his fingers.

Yet again, a newcomer dropped in to say hi to his erect rod. He almost immediately identified it at the tip of someone's tail. It played with his cockhead teasingly, dipping into his urethra every so often. Jack found that this one was Nyx, as she stopped frowning and one side of her mouth turned up into a slight grin when the tail dipped down.

All four of the women surrounding Jack were engaged in conversation, one of them oblivious to the fact that Jack was even aroused after having blown his load down Anathane's throat. The other three thought that they were being the sneakiest little teases in hell, and none of them knew that the other two were thinking the same. Jack wanted to shoot himself. He was tired, and he was constantly getting reminded that his body was up for grabs to the first person who could sneak in a quick twenty minutes with him.

Was there no one else that they could blow off some steam with? After about ten minutes of getting grabbed, teased, and rubbed, Jack was wondering what they were actually still doing here. They had come in to recruit Jaelani, and had done so a while ago. Why now, were they sitting here at this table doing nothing while they were supposed to be going to a rescue Jack and Anthony's lovers.

"Hey Anathane?" Jack piped in.

"Yes, incomplete boy? What is it?" She tried to sound coy, like Jack was just now figuring out that she was the one with her foot all over his shaft.

"Alright," Jack barked as he stood, almost knocking the round table over. "Fuck this. We've been wasting time here, Anathane, and you're not very fucking sneaky trying to jack me off under the table, or you two," he swung his head toward Volna and Nyx.

"You two?" Anathane questioned.

"I don't wanna hear it, Anathane," Jack growled. "Jaelani, come with me or not; I don't care anymore. It'd be nice to have you, but I'm not going to sit here and do nothing for abso-fuckin-lutely no reason while the people I love are locked up!"

Jack stormed out and left the table of comrades staring at him as he stomped away. Outside, he found Ekana drawing in the dirt with her tail. He walked by her without so much as a glance, and she snorted. Jack didn't see the smirk on her face.

"I know whatcha mean, Jack. I've been waiting for this fight and it seems like nobody else wants to be in it besides you."

Jack groaned. "I don't care anymore. Honestly, I wish we could just sneak in and steal them back, but that would be like trying to break into Fort Knox. Sometimes I just want a break from all this. I haven't seen anything but blood red and black and brown since I was back at my house. All the dark, brooding colors are making me crazy."

Ekana raised her eyebrows. "Colors? That's what's bothering you? Not all of the Second Circle is like this. This is just the beginning of our journey. The next Ring has a different colored sun."

Jack caught sight of her bruised face and the red lash marks across her back and side. It made him realize just which vengeful dominatrix he was talking to, and he shuddered in fear. Jack began trying to think of reasons that they would need to part company immediately, but while he fumbled with his thoughts Ekana was already sneaking her way against his side.

"I have to-"

"Rape me," the succubus whispered softly. "I can still feel you all the way down to my toes, sexy man. You have to rape me is what you have to do, not make excuses about why you need to get away."

Ekana hooked her arm in his and he felt the dampness of her blood as it streaked down his naked side. He smacked himself mentally for leaving all his clothing behind, and hoped that Anathane would remember to bring everything back with her.

"If I were to do that to you, then Anathane would have both our asses for it you realize?"

"If I get a hold of you alone for a little while, then there'd be no need for her to come snooping where her nose doesn't belong, eh?" She ran a hand down his firm, muscled chest when he tried to pull away from her. "I know where your nose belongs though."

"Yeah," Jack replied. "As far away from you as I can get it."

"Right in the middle of my bush, and your chin should be right between my thighs. And your tongue should fit into my pussy as nicely as your meat did back at Nyx's palace." She let her hand wander downward, and Jack could only grab it to deter her.

"That was a one-time thing. I don't love you. I don't want to screw you, even though I may be aroused and able." Jack glowered at her, but Ekana was fully determined to sleep with him again. Jack was tired of her crap by now. Nobody ever left him alone, and though Ekana had backed off recently, she had butted in at the wrong time.

"I haven't forgotten these wounds, Jack, these deep, wonderful wounds on my body. Every time I sit down, I feel the whip's sting again, every time I lie down. Even now, against you, I'm feeling your wrath again. It's glorious, and I want to feel your wrath inside me again. Kinky or vanilla."

"No. I'm going to find Grimyr. I'm not fucking you again. God, I've already been unfaithful enough to everyone I really love. You're out of the count, Ekana." Jack pulled away from her and hurried away, leaving her amused with him.

"I hope to see us naked again soon!" she called mockingly. "I'm just dying to rake my nails down your back."

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It was a long march for everyone. After managing to get Jaelani and her following to join with them, it was very boring to just walk all the time through the same unimaginative and increasingly menacingly environment.

Dead trees blotted out most of the sunlight, and rundown, ancient buildings seemed to house things that leered at Jack through collapsed doorways and shuttered windows. He didn't like this ring, but they had to get through it to get to the Sanctuary of the Underworld. It didn't make him feel any better to know that Anathane didn't like this place either.

Ekana nudged him with her elbow and said, "You know, Anathane's way up there. Nobody else is around besides Grimyr's automatons either. So, why don't we just sneak away and have ourselves a little fun, eh? Or we could drop down right now and get a quickie in." She'd been around him every chance she got since Jack had told her off.

Jack, quite frankly, was afraid of her because she would go the extra mile to make every promise of hers come to fruition. And right now, she could very easily do exactly what she was planning, because the nearest friend Jack might be able to count on was Jaelani. And she probably wouldn't even help him, at least not for a price that Anathane most certainly wouldn't like.

So, Jack was just counting on the fact that Ekana would like to see him squirm rather than see him squeal in terror. "For the last time, no Ekana. I don't want to sneak away with you, or drop down here, or anywhere. For fuck's sake, why can't you get it through your thick skull?!"

"Because you can't get it through yours," replied the succubus. She suddenly grabbed his hands and wrapped a cord around them. Jack tried to yell for help, but found that another length of robe was pulled around his neck. Ekana pushed him to the ground and placed her foot on his shoulder. She leaned down and whispered, "If you scream, I'll castrate you and eat your grapes. Understand?"

Jack nodded silently and she loosened the rope around his neck. He trembled silently as she secured his hands behind his back and began with his ankles. He couldn't believe this was happening. He wanted to cry, and he was about to if things got any worse. Why did she like to torture him?! Why was it just him?

Ekana finished with her duties and pushed Jack onto his back. He tried to bring his legs out from under his body, but found his feet and hands were linked by a short cord, preventing him from moving them more than about two feet apart. Ekana straddled his hips and leered at him triumphantly.

"Please let me go," Jack begged, his voice throbbing.

Ekana looked hurt. "No, I'm not going to let you go. After gathering up the courage to do this? What kind of succubus do you think I am? It's not like I'm going to hurt you, maybe tease you roughly, but I can't afford to break you. Not with Anathane calling me out on everything I do."

She lay down on her side next to him as the Army of Darkness parted around them like water around a rock in a stream. It was like they were in a secluded little alcove. As Ekana propped her head up with one hand, she parted hair from her face with the other, smiling invitingly at Jack. He turned red in the face and looked away.

She hadn't smiled like that at him before. It reminded him of Elassa, and he suddenly grew embarrassed for no apparent reason at all. Ekana didn't do anything bad to him though like she had threatened to days before. Instead, she just puckered her lips like she was going to kiss him and winked.

"Please don't look at me like that," Jack pleaded.

Ekana kissed his cheek. "Oh, what to do, what to do. There are so many things I could do with you right now. Any one of them would be fun too. So, I'll let you decide; that's always fun. You get to choose what you want me to do to you now that I've got you. And it can't be let you go because I won't do that."

Jack growled at her, baring his fangs. But the succubus wasn't at all fazed by it at all, nor was she very reluctant to make her indifference toward his hostility known. She just put a finger on his stomach and began to run it in circles over the taut flesh. Jack strained to get free, but Ekana just smiled at that.

"Fuck you," Jack snapped.

"I would, but that would be me fucking my...Oh, you're clever alright. You're a smart one," she sniggered.

"Goddamnit I didn't even mean it like that!" Jack snarled. But Ekana just smiled again and began to make the little circles draw farther south, toward Jack's leather shorts.

"Or...I could always do what I was planning and run you dry while everyone else is oblivious to it and then slit your throat after I'm done. So, decide quick or I'll stick to my own plan just for shits and giggles."

Her hand reached the rim of his shorts.

"Fine, kiss me," Jack said after a long pause with Ekana full of anticipation.

"What?!" she blurted. "Bullshit! That's so boring! I'm going with my original plan."

Jack thought up something extra that could save his ass.

"All over my body."

Ekana arched a brow and then let a little grin slide onto her lips. "Oh really? Every inch of your body? I didn't know you were so dirty, my cute little switcheroo." She kissed his navel and dipped her tongue into it. She enjoyed watching him jump in surprise from the action. 

Her lips traveled up his abdomen, leaving dark red welts where she sucked until the blood rose through his skin. Unfortunately, they didn't heal like Jack thought they would, much like Ekana's wounds from the whip a fortnight and a half ago.

The succubus reached his upper chest and stopped at his nipple. She flecked her tongue over it and let out a sharp breath through her nose to tickle the wet flesh. Jack's breath stalled in his lungs and he swallowed nervously. She put her hands on his thighs and began to slide her fingers beneath his shorts.

It was a moment for Jack that he wanted to end very quickly. She bit his nipple playfully, and watching his reaction, gave his soft cock and little poke with her finger. At the gentle prod, his little soldier rose to meet a new challenge. Ekana wasn't the gentlest lover Jack could ask for, as she was able to crush stone between her legs.

While she began to caress his turgid member, Ekana put her lips to his chest and began to suck on his nipple like he'd done Elassa before this had all started. He could feel the itchy prickles of the blood rising through his body. His face turned red in embarrassment when she slid the leg of his shorts up so his cock could find freedom. It sprang up like a sword released from its sheathe and gleamed with precum that dribbled from the tip.

While Ekana rubbed the precum around on her hand and up and down his shaft, she reached up with her opposite hand and massaged his other nipple between her fingertips. Jack closed his eyes to avoid locking gazed with her and breathed heavily. There was nothing he could do to stop her.

She moved on from his chest. Her lips next came down on the side of his neck, her long black tresses spreading across his body as she began to suck here as well to give him a hickey. Jack knew he was screwed now, with this being clearly visible even while wearing a chainmail vest and leather jerkin. He groaned as she stroked him like he enjoyed.

Scary or not, she knew what aroused him. And it was nothing like a nice bit of slow teasing that could stoke Jack's fire. Elassa had figured that out. Fast, hard sex was great and everything that went with it was satisfying. But after a while, a change of pace, literally, was something that got Jack in a bad way. He loved being able to take his time, but here it was just sickening. He wanted out, but he realized that his body wanted to find its own way out, out so it could hold on to Ekana and fuck her sweetly.

But it was not to be so.

Nyx appeared, saying, "I knew I might find you two like this. Up now, Ekana, let the poor boy go. He's only nineteen you know. You shouldn't be doing this to him. Not everyone likes a submissive lover you know, especially not Anathane."

Ekana smirked and looked back up at the dark succubus. "I see. So you want to give him another ride on you, eh? Well then, hop aboard. I'm willing to share in this game we have going." She returned to his neck and sucked red another patch of skin.

"Let him be and we'll decide what to do together with everyone. Anathane's on her way here already if you haven't noticed. She can see into his thoughts and mind you know, when he doesn't shut her out that is."

Ekana sighed discontentedly and untied Jack. She brought him to his feet and let him get his balance back before hooking the rope back onto a belt loop and waiting for Anathane to arrive.

When she did get there, the demon wasn't mad or concerned. She looked Jack over and then eyed Ekana in the same manner. "Looks like you got even with him. My incomplete boy wants a little change of scenery, but we'll be seeing just about everything grim and dark for the next few months."

"Months?" Jack inquired. "Great. It's not like this place was creepy enough. Another week here and I'll lose my fucking mind."

"I'm sorry Jack, but I can't take you up to the human realm to pass the time without a warlock's blood. I can't get out of hell without a summoning circle with Dalaria's collar on my neck. I would if I could, but-"

"Lucky for you I have Anthony's blood here with me then, eh?" Volna chimed in, brandishing a jar of blood proudly. She beamed with delight at the fact that she had managed to siphon Anthony's blood from him without alerting anyone else about it. The fact that she hadn't said a word about it was astounding.

"You know, sometimes I love you Volna," Anathane said as she was allowed a few dips into the bottle. She leaned in to kiss Volna, but stopped as she glanced at Jack. She withdrew and quickly painted the summoning circle, a guilty look on her face. She added the blood and then looked about. "Suggestions for a place to go? We'll have about nine hours to be there."

"I've always wanted to go back to Greece," Nyx said.

"And be feared instead of worshiped this time?" Volna spat. "No thanks."

"A beach then." Anathane smiled. "A beach is good."

"I have an idea Anathane, how about a 'special' beach," suggested Ekana. Anathane was already forming a bikini through her skin. It hardly seemed adequate due to the size of her augmented breasts.

She paused.

"Special?" she curiously asked. Ekana whispered something into her ear and the demon looked at Nyx, then at Volna, and then Jack. She nodded. "Let me find out who to take."

"What's she doing?" Volna looked puzzled.

"She's sorting through the hers within her body to see which one goes with us I guess," Jack answered while Anathane began to speak up from a low murmur.

"I'm going. He's still got my tongue."

"That's not fair! I want to go just as much as you do!"

"Quiet! I'm the oldest, I get to go."

"Think you're old?"

"I'm the Formation of the Eagle Nebula Split, what're you?"

"Third Ring War Split, I win!"

"Age? Then that settles it. Nobody here is older than she is."

"Which one is she?"

"Birth of HE 1523 Split. And...I'm taking my body and going with him if it's okay."

"No! It's not okay! It's my turn!"

"Hey, seniority rule! You all decided, so give the woman some slack! Go on boss, you've got the floor. You tell 'em what you're gonna do."

"I promise I'll be nice to him. Thanks for letting me go; I'll come back eventually to give you the memories."

There was a long pause where nobody talked, so Anathane shrugged and another her emerged from her back. Out came a new Anathane that looked exactly the same as the first. She played with her teal hair as she caught Jack's glance. She looked a little shy and a little embarrassed. A tinge of red came to her cheeks.

"Hey Anathane, let's go to the beach now that you're here," Jack said with a smile. Anathane nodded and everyone stepped into the circle. They disappeared.

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On earth, Jack opened his eyes and found himself looking at the ocean. Next to him, Ekana and Volna were already going their own separate ways. No doubt they were up to no good, but nobody cared to stop them.

"So, where are we exactly, Anathane? Is everyone going to speak French like I think they will?" Jack joked. She turned red again.

"N-No, we're in America. I thought you'd like it better here...if it were more familiar. I'm sorry."

"No, it's okay. You don't have to apologize. I was only kidding," Jack assured. He hadn't seen a timid side of Anathane before. She was cute when she blushed. Jack suddenly noticed that they were all naked, save for Anathane. Jack attempted to cover up with his hands as quickly as he could.




Cemetery Summons Ch. 22



"What's wrong?" Anathane asked concernedly.

"I need some clothes!" Jack hissed. "Make some quick, for everyone!"

"Honey, maybe you don't understand this very well," Nyx cooed. She lifted Jack's hands from his crotch. "This is a nude beach. Everyone else is just as naked as you. Let's go down there and have some fun; that's why we're here."

She gave him a playful smack on the bottom and then headed down to the beach. Jack watched her descend the cliffside. Anathane smiled at Jack, but it faded into more of a nervous grin. He took her hand and bowed low.

"Shall we?" he offered. Her bikini melted away and her huge bust spilled out into the open. Jack led her down the stairwell carved out of the cliffside and went down about sixty feet to the actual beach. Half way down, they met Nyx, who had stopped to wait for them. Jack flushed red in the cheeks when she licked her lips at him teasingly and then continued down the steps.

At the bottom, there was a long stretch of beach that was devoid of visitors, save for a group of teens several hundred feet to the left and a naked couple not far to the right. Nyx snatched up a beach umbrella and stuck it down in the sand where the sand was wet. She stood beside it and observed the horizon thoughtfully.

Jack, however, was too busy getting hugged by Anathane to do much else than just sit. She lay on her back with her legs intertwined with his, her toes wiggling in the sand. Her hands rested lazily on his lower back

Her huge chest squished almost flat against his broad, muscular one."You want a kiss now?" Her black irises flashed seductive only for a moment before Jack beamed at her like a child.

"I want ten kisses," he declared.

Anathane giggled. "I'll start now then." She ran a hand up the center of his back and came to the back of his head. They shared a short, hungry kiss and then put their heads together to stare into each other's eyes. "One..."

"Two," Jack said as he leaned in and kissed her again. Their hips ground together in a sweet, agonizingly teasing way. Anathane was already getting wet, and Jack had been hard since seeing Ekana earlier. They broke apart and Nyx let out a snort as Jack leaned in for a third.

"You two are dangerously close to going too far."

"Aw...why don't you hop on too?" Anathane cooed. She giggled when Jack's hands began tickling her belly. They continued to kiss and fondle for a little while longer until Jack had his ten kisses and Anathane was on the verge of an orgasm. Nyx, meanwhile, watched everything they were doing with a cold, contemplative glare.

Jack found the gentle, shier part of Anathane to be so cute. She giggled and teased like she had no intention of tying him up and keeping him all to herself. It was like she was giving up control to him. He felt like she truly respected him now, not like the other times where she had essentially dominated him through the experience. Not that he minded much, but this change of pace was very refreshing.

He lay next to her and she rolled over onto her stomach. Her cleavage all but doubled in size when her chest squished against the sand. She brushed off the back of her body and laid with her head to the side watching Jack. As they stared at each other like two new lovers, a jogger passed by.

Then, he turned around and came back. Jack glanced at him to see what he wanted, but the guy seemed much more interested in Nyx at the moment. The succubus arched a brow at her admirer and turned her head.

"What?" she asked coldly.

"I'm sorry, but I couldn't help but notice that you've done a spectacular job on that body paint. I could've sworn that you were actually as dark as night there for a second," he said. Nyx gave Jack a strange look, but he just shrugged. Why was she looking at him? He had no idea what to say to the guy.

"Uh...thanks then." Nyx actually sounded confused.

The jogger smiled widely. "No problem. I need to know though, why go through all the trouble if nothing'll come of it after it's all washed off. Unless, of course, this guy right here is going to take photos of you for some magazine. I'd love to see it if he is."

Jack replied, "Nope, just here with four lovely ladies to enjoy the afternoon while some work gets done. You know, just passing the time while we can."

Nyx's admirer looked stunned. "Wait, you're serious? This is all gonna go to waste once she gets into the shower and scrubs it off?! Hell!" He stuck his hand out to Nyx, but she just stared at it, bewildered. "I'm Theodor Herring, professional photographer. I can't pass this up. I have to take your picture. Please."

"Um..." Nyx inclined her head back to look at the two lovers about to get into it again behind her. "What is he doing, child?"

"He wants to take your picture," Jack replied. He gave Anathane a quick peck on the lips and then stood. He blushed when his erection bobbed in front of him like it was begging for more attention already.

"I swear I'm a professional. I hardly seen a woman with your kind of...I don't even know! I've never seen one like you! Please, ms redhead, I'd be honored if you'd come with me and let me take at least one picture, please!" Theodor dropped to his knees. "I'm begging you."

"I don't understand. Why?"

"You're kidding me!" Theodor suddenly asked Jack, "What do I have to do to get this woman to realize that she's the most beautiful voyeuristic creature on this planet and that I want to immortalize her in a photo?"

Jack was dumbfounded. "You've got me. What do you want me to do? I don't have shit on me right now, not even a phone."

"No, that's fine! That's all fine!" He returned his attentions to Nyx, grabbing her charcoal black hand between his own ones. "Please, goddess, come with me to my car. I have all my equipment and I can set it up in three minutes. Please, grace me with your presence."

"What is he doing?" the succubus asked again, astounded.

"I can't see how anyone is so dense. Theodor, where's your car. We'll go." Jack didn't understand how Nyx couldn't understand what the poor guy meant. Theodor's eyes lit up and he almost jumped back to give his idol room to stand. Nyx slowly got to her feet and furrowed her brow. Jack took her hand and pointed to Theodor. "Follow him. We'll be right behind you."

"I still don't see the point," she explained even as her footsteps pushed sand aside behind Theodor. The three of them followed Theodor up another stairwell that had been dug out of the cliff face and ended up in a small parking lot with a few surfers unloading their gear nearby. Theodor launched himself into his car in a flurry of excited movements and produced two black cases and a tripod.

He set up the tripod and opened up the larger of the two cases. Out came a video camera, which the photographer immediately set in place and fixed to the top of the tripod. His hands shakily flipped the viewscreen open and he turned the device on. Nyx's image and the backdrop of the ocean below appeared on the screen's face and Theodor fumbled through the other case for a camera.

"Thank you God for this opportunity. Uh...hey, you, hold the camera please if you can. Make sure she stays in the middle of the shot." Theodor focused a long-necked camera on Nyx and his face turned red. "Oh Jesus this is the greatest moment in my life," he whispered.

He snapped a few photos of the succubus before she asked, "Jack, what is he doing?"

"He's taking pictures of you. Smile for him, you know, do some poses. Lay across the hood of his car, I dunno. Do something sexy."

She smiled cruelly. "Something sexy, eh?" Nyx faced Theodor and leaned back against the metal guard rail at the edge of the pavement. She leaned her head back and lifted her breasts up with both hands. A moan escaped her dark lips as she squeezed them. Theodor started trembling.

"Alright, now put your hand on the railing...good, and thrust your chest out." He snapped a few shots of her in action and then she let a hand fall to her thighs.

"And how about here?" she wondered aloud. She was more the seductress now than she was the confused model she was before. Theodor couldn't keep his eyes off her. Jack on the other hand, was just trying to help out and keep her in the center of the frame. Anathane watched as well, but with a bit of disinterest. She'd seen more than this thousands of times, Jack supposed.

He followed Nyx as Theodor asked her to move to the hood of his car, and she lay across the green Ferrari, completely naked, smiling, and enjoying every moment of the attention. Jack could've sworn that he saw a scheming look in her eyes. But, he was already hard for her, so he dismissed it as his fluttering desire.

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It was her eyes drawing him in, and Theodor knew it. But he couldn't help himself! She was just so damned beautiful! This woman, this masterpiece of flesh and fantasy before him, she was simply gorgeous beyond all comprehension! The work it must've taken to paint every inch of her like that, even down to her core. It made her all that much more attractive.

Her breast were enormous, ranging somewhere in the I-cups probably. Maybe Ks. Who knew? Her body was thick too, and womanly despite a slightly stocky form. It was odd that she was so tall and yet so built to be short. But who was he to judge the Great Creator's blessings?

He'd done numerous photoshoots with dozens of models, but nobody could match this woman. If he had only found her sooner, he would have made her the number one model on the planet! Nobody could resist wanking to this beautiful a girl! She was perfect! She-

"I didn't know what you wanted at first, asking to take my picture. But after he set me straight, it was all clear. And now I know exactly what you want." she said. "I see someone's finally shown his true colors after all." The painted beauty fondled his rigid cock with her foot, smiling shyly behind long, fiery orange locks of hair. Theodor's camera dropped from his hands and the strap around his neck was the only reason it didn't smash on the ground.

He stumbled all over the words he tried to get out, but finally managed a dumb reply. "O-Oh God!"

"Hmmm...I like the sound of that. Why don't you come over here and show me who you really worship, huh? How would you like to bury that big boy..." She trailed off and spread her vulva apart with two fingers. "Right. In. Here?"

"I uh, well, um, I'd love, I...fuck. Hold on a second. I-"

"Sweet dude! Is this what I think it is?" Theodor snapped his head around to see who it was that was interrupting. It was the surfers that had been at their truck earlier. All four of them were standing too close for Theodor to feel comfortable with their presence.

"Perhaps," replied the guy Theodor's beauty had been with earlier replied. "Whaddya think it is?"

"You dudes are shootin' a porno! I fuck man, I knew it! Sweet!" He held a hand out and Theodor only reluctantly slapped it with his own. The surfers hung around for a little while longer as Nyx presented herself to the world of the photographer's camera lens. Eventually, Anathane shooed them away and the model got down to business.

"So, Theodor, you ever been with a woman before?" she asked, batting her eyelashes seductively.

He only nodded dumbly.

She smiled. "Well then, you should know what comes next. Drop your trunks and give Nyx what she wants." She curled a finger and Theodor set his camera aside. This was going way too far. He was about to break the law! Doing this was really illegal.

Even so, he stepped out of his swimming trunks and put his hands against the hot hood of his Ferrari. Nyx, as she called herself, spread her legs to him and waited, drooling sweet juices from her naked, wanting core. Theodor felt a hand stroke his head softly.

"Come now, child, and I'll make you a star in your own right."

She pulled his head between her breasts and Theodor starting groping as much of her as he could. A woman like this was offering to fuck him. There was no way in hell he was turning down this kind of offer.

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Jack slapped Ekana's wandering hand away and repositioned it on his navel. The succubus whimpered and her long black hair fell over his shoulders like a flow of dark water down a rock face. She tried again, but he held her hand against his stomach.

"Ekana, I said no, for the last fucking time! Anathane is right next to you and you're still like this?!" snapped the incubus.

Ekana tickled his cockhead with her finger, palm against his stomach. "I can't help it. You gave me two fucks and then just flat out refused to do it again. I've never had a boy refuse me before. You're special."

Licking up from his neck to his ear, she whispered sweet nothings through his ear and into his brain. More nonsense was all she was telling him, Jack decided. Beside him, Anathane rested happily with Nyx in her arms, sleeping. The great demon cuddled with her longtime friend and rocked gently back and forth like she was cradling a child in her arms.

She noticed Jack's predicament, but said nothing about it. Now, instead of respect, he felt what she was doing was more like letting him go. He didn't like it that much. Drawing away from the only lover he had left to his arms was not only heartbreaking to think about, but disheartening too. It put him in a sour mood to think that she was ignoring him for Nyx.

And again with the arrogance.

Jack kicked himself mentally for getting such a trait. How could he be arrogant? What was he, a toy? He wasn't king of the hill, some fabulous god, or even a talented person. He was just really lucky and blessed. In mocking contradiction with his thoughts, the sky was bright blue, the sun casting rays of warm yellow light all over the beach.

He sighed. There wasn't much else to do but sit and stew in his own thoughts. Anathane would have readily dropped everything she was doing and sucked his cock, among other things, even if she was acting like she was letting him do his own thing. But he didn't want to have sex again right now.

He was worried about his friends. What if they didn't make it through the upcoming attack? What if they didn't survive? Or what if they did, but they were maimed and broken? Anathane could work all manner of physical healing, but what about the psyche? This was all so damn confusing and frustrating!

Moreover, he was terrified that Dalaria was having people do horrible things to Elassa, Niaf, and Fain. He'd tear the bitch's head off if she was. He'd spill every drop of blood in her entire body if she even touched them. He dug his hand through the sand and pulled up a little in his palm. He turned his hand and it all fell back to where it belonged.

He wanted to cry. He was helpless here. Everyone else knew what needed to be done, what they were doing, where they needed to go. He lacked everything that was needed for something like this. He wasn't brave, just angry and vengeful enough to see this through so far. He wasn't smart, and had proven that on several occasions. He wasn't strong, as Ekana's rope had shown him.

All he was, was angry, stupid, and burning with fear. He was more afraid than he had ever thought he could be. Nothing scared him more than being hacked down by some sword or being stomped to death by an armored boot. He tried not to think about how bad dying would feel. Perhaps it wasn't as bad as he thought it was?

"What's wrong?" asked Anathane, squeezing his open hand with hers. Their eyes met briefly, but Jack just smiled at her wearily.

"Nothing. I just don't want to lose you guys. It sucks that we have to go through all this just because Dalaria got the drop on us, you know? I still don't get why I can't love you all, or why Anthony can't either."

"Well, that's hard to explain incomplete boy. See, back when you humans were just learning about us, far, far in the past, before modern civilization even. Many of you had the power to see into heaven and hell. They were called prophets."

"Prophets, like in the Bible?" Jack asked.

"No," she answered. "No, just ordinary babbling idiots who looked to often into the dens of angels and demons alike. Most of them were killed off in one way or another, by demons, angels, and some even by kings. Grigori Rasputin, you know, the evil Russian mystic? He could see the intricacies and inner happenings of our home. He got so depressed that he drank himself half to death and had sex with every prostitute in Saint Petersburg to get his mind off it."

Jack squeezed her hand. "You're getting off track again," he prodded.

"Sorry Jack. Um...I don't know what to tell you. Frankly, I don't know why we're not aloud to have you. It must have something to do with your ancestry though, because your blood is the problem. Someone in your bloodline made a wrong pact or fucked up, so here you are."

"I'm forbidden, huh?"

"Forbidden is just a word. Love, well, love has so much deeper meaning." Anathane gave his hand a little squeeze and breathed an anxious sigh. There was a long, tense moment between them, while Ekana was devoid of any witty, heated suggestions. The gravity of the situation drew down around them.

One of them could really die.

Jack squeezed her hand hard.

"I love you Anathane," he said to break the mood, though it didn't help at all. In fact, it sounded like a last declaration before death. He didn't like this. He felt like it was the last thing he was going to say to her, filling him full of despair. She could really die. Anathane, his invincible Anathane, could actually die because of him.

"Don't say that, please," pleaded the Amazon. "Please don't say that. I'll cry if you say it like that. Please..." Her eyes glittered with growing tears. She set Nyx in the sand beside her and pulled Jack out of Ekana's clutches and into her own.

Her arms tightened, but not painfully. This was not the usual sort of hug she gave him. She held him softly, but firmly. Jack did likewise, trying to keep the thoughts of her dying out of his mind. His throat choked up.

"I love you," whispered the incubus. "I love you."

"Please no, Jack," she begged.

"Please, remember that I love you even if I d-"

"No," she breathed. "No. I won't let you. I won't let you die. They deserve more from me. I'm not bringing them a body; I'm bringing them you, alive and well. If..." She sucked in several breaths and her chest heaved erratically. "Nobody deserves to-"

"Anathane, don't cry. I'm not dead. I'm still here." Jack forced his muscles to squeeze her harder, as if showing her how solid he was and how strong he still remained. Her bottom lip curled and Jack buried his head against the base of her neck. She began to weep.

It wasn't like any other time she had cried before though. She wasn't making a show of her emotions. She really felt it down to her core, the fear and anxiety of knowing that her lover was going to do something so dangerous in such a short time. She cried in earnest, and it tore Jack's heart apart to have her in tears.

"You're the only one of us who deserves to live, Jack. The only pure soul among us, and you have the greatest chance of dying. Why?!" she wailed. "Why?!"

"Alright Anathane, it's time to go back. We've dawdled here long enough." Nyx gave the greater demon's shoulder a short rub and she complied. Volna and Ekana returned to her side and she took them all back to hell in an instant. Back beneath gloomy red skies, Anathane continued to weep for hours on end a the prospect of her lover dying. Jack could do nothing but help her ride out the wave until she had cried herself out.

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"I've never seen her like this before. What's wrong?" Ekana sounded worried to Nyx. The succubi watched their old, faithful friend break down and bemoan even the very thought of the boy being ripped from her. Nyx clenched a fist.




Cemetery Summons Ch. 22



She sighed at the ridiculousness of her anger. It wasn't like it was his fault. He hadn't put Dalaria in the way of Anathane's happiness. But all the same, the succubus felt like he'd done something wrong. Jack wasn't stupid, but he was weak in the sense that he didn't know how to comfort his woman. It pained Nyx's black heart to see Anathane cry.

"She loves him, Ekana. She really found love after all these long ages. And now she might lose it."

Volna commented, "This isn't like her. She's our rock, the foundation of this whole damned adventure." The demon groaned. "Why's she like this now in the hour we most need her to be strong?"

"She's in love," Ekana spat disgustedly. "And it's screwing with her head."

"No, Ekana. Love is not the reason. Love made her strong enough to defy Dalaria. Hell, it was Jack that made her strong enough to defy that blatant worm in the first place."

"Then what shook her up so badly?!" Ekana snarled, flexing long talons in frustration.

Nyx simply gave the truth.

"Anathane is scared."



Cemetery Summons Ch. 23



A/N: This chapter marks page 300 in Microsoft Word for this story. Thanks for all the feedback guys; it really makes the difference.

Two Rings.

Two Rings had passed while they marched. Jack's feet were sore, beyond sore really. He could barely feel his feet even after Anathane had massaged them for hours in an effort to keep him from hurting. The sand here was like a tide of hot, boiling water. The landscape was a bleak, endless series of dunes and sunken plains filled with nothing but hot, yellow sand.

In every direction, the sky looked overhead like a friendly blue blanket through which the devilish white sun peered, creating a vacuum of heat and exhausting wind. Jack felt dozens of beads of sweat dripping down his body again.

He was covered in a sheen of moisture that was being stolen from him by the thieving wind. It giggled innocently into his ears, promising a brief moment of cool delight in return for his body's strength. It was really sad that he was expecting the wind, hoping for it even, and that it was the one thing making the desert more unbearable than the heat.

Ekana, Volna, and Nyx looked perfectly fine, all trudging through the yellow sea like it was nothing more than a morning walk on a beach. Grymir and Kadae were even further ahead, and had been on point for months now. Never did they cease to walk, or even speak to anyone besides each other. Quietly, they spoke so that nobody could hear their conversations if they ventured too close.

Jack groaned and looked up at Anathane beside him. Ever since the day at the beach, she had possessed an aura of unease around her. Though she put up a strong, almost assuring façade, it came crashing down when Jack looked her in the eyes. Her walls of defense came tumbling down at his gaze and left her bare and defenseless before him.

Still, she smiled. "Is there anything you want me to do, incomplete boy?"

"If you could make this desert just disappear, that'd be nice Anathane. It's been three weeks almost now and there's still no sign of the next Ring. How many more are there?"

"One more and then Dalaria's little castle stands before us in all its arrogant wonder." She sounded like she was about to tear her own words to shreds. "And I'm going to force every stone of it down her pretty little throat once I see her," she added coldly.

"Don't forget Elassa, Niaf, and Fain. They're the whole reason for going there, remember? Or do I need to feed you a little more to remind you?" At that, Anathane giggled and shoved her chest out proudly. Jack's arousal made itself apparent almost immediately.

However, Nyx made her entrance to dissuade the two from any further shenanigans. "Stop it you two. You've had enough free time as it is. You spent three days rubbing each other all over and fucking like rabbits in heat. It's time to stop now before you get distracted. We still have a quest to complete you know." She looked a bit irked, but Anathane couldn't tell at all. But Jack saw through her smile and found that she knew exactly how Nyx felt. She was playing with Nyx again.

"But I like rabbits. They have lots of little bunnies that go hoppity-hoppity-hop. And I wanna have a lot of little bunnies. Jack's little bunnies," she giggled again. She kissed the top of Jack's head and grabbed his one remaining horn. "And I want to start again now."

"Anathane...damn you." Nyx pinched the bridge of her nose. "Get a grip. We can't be fucking around when we're supposed to be preparing for war! Anathane, you've fought in more of these than I've lived years for fuck's sake! Shouldn't! Shouldn't...you..."

"Shouldn't I what? Little one?" Anathane replied hotly. Jack was taken aback by her sudden transformation. All her skin was golden, swirling like liquid metal. Her blue horns stuck high above her head, rising from a skull alight with burning red eyes. Teal hair floated about her person like thousand of tiny, coiled snakes preparing to strike out. Great wings flanked her on either side. She arched a brow knowingly at the younger denizen of the Second Circle.

"You always do this, Anathane, every time you can't win the argument. You always remind me that you're so much older than I am and that I'm just a blip on your radar. You're escaping the fact that you're going to have to fight Dalaria and all her forces soon. I know you don't like the fact, but you can't just screw around until the last minute!"

"You dare speak to me in such a manner, little one?" the greater demon growled.

"Anathane, stop being so arrogant."

"And who might you be to challenge my authority here, little one?" she spat, flexing long talons. There was a long sigh.

"It's not little one; it's incomplete boy," Jack replied.

Anathane's demeanor changed almost instantly.

"Oh, that's not fair!" she whined. Her golden skin faded back to its normal tanned color and her talons shrank back to fingers. However, she still retained her horns, fiery eyes, and wings. She turned to Jack and put her hands on either side of his face. "How can I resist you?!"

"You can't. Because after this, we're gonna get married and have lots of little bunnies. As many as I can fit in there." He put his palm flat on her stomach and smiled warmly.

"Damn it Jack, you can fit as many as you want in here because I'm so in love with you!" she exclaimed in a bubbly tone. They kissed and she went on ahead to find Ekana to tell her something. Nyx gave Jack an amused look.

"You shouldn't do that. She expects all those babies now, and it's hard enough to raise one right, let alone as many as she's imagining."

"What else am I supposed to do by oblige? I love Anathane. I want to make her happy, and if that means getting her pregnant with a small army, then I'll do it. Besides, if what Volna told me was true, that I'm going to be able to keep up with everyone, then I'll be able to do everyone like that and have a lot of kids."

"You're in for a rough ride," Nyx said to the incubus, flicking his one horn.

"I bet so. I heard pregnant chicks are freaks."

"Oh, child, you have no idea. You have no idea what kind of hell they're going to drag you through before they give you progeny."

"At least I'll have Anathane to patch me up, right?" Jack offered with a shrug.

Nyx put a hand on his shoulder and spoke seriously. "Jack, I was one of Anathane's lovers for a millennia, and not once did she ever offer to heal for me the wounds she inflicted. If that's indication to what she's like normally, then you are going to spend many night writing in agony." She went on to say cheerfully, "But you have a good constitution for a young boy! Be glad you're not short on steam."

"Wonderful," Jack said sardonically.

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Up ahead, Volna and Ekana walked next to Anthony, who had again come to the fore of Anathane's consciousness. Anthony looked uncomfortably between the two, unable to decipher what their looks meant. Ekana growled unhappily at the warlock. Anathane had come up here with something to tell her, and then this fuckup had come out to delay it.

"I fuckin' hate that kid back there with Nyx," the succubus said out of the blue.

"Oh really?" Volna obliged. "And why might that be? Hmmm?"

"There's something about him that's off," Ekana replied. "It's not right. I just wanna fuck him so hard that my eyes cross! It's not right. Do you feel it too? It's like he's putting on his seduction full blast all the time."

"It might just be his charisma that you're feeling," Volna tried to explain.

Ekana spat on the ground. "Yeah, he's overflowing with charisma. Totally itching for command of the biggest army ever assembled in a Second Circle civil war. He's not scared of his duty at all."

"Sexual charisma," corrected the demon.

"Every time I even glance at him, the coward averts his gaze! He has no confidence. He has less that none!" Ekana countered. "So why am I thinking of him?"

Volna thought aloud, "Could it be that your sister fell for him and that you're trying to spite her subconsciously?"

"No. I might not like Elassa, but I wouldn't steal her lover. I don't like her, but I don't hate her either. She's a member of my family; I wouldn't interfere with continuing our lineage."

"Well, if it's of any consolation, I am feeling it too, though to a lesser degree. He exhumes an aura of sorts. I can't find accurate words to explain it." Volna scratched her head in a vain effort to dislodge a bit of linguistic ingenuity to describe the feeling.

"Like he's promising you everything that you want just by being with you?" Ekana asked.

"No, not like that, but...well, sort of. Why; is that how it is for you?"

Ekana shook her head. "No, that's what a succubus' gaze does. To mortals, it offers them a glimpse of what they want. And they act upon the impulse that follows. Though it can backfire if they are consumed with hatred for another."

"Oh," said Volna back.

A long silence stood between the three.

"So, what do you feel then toward him," Ekana said to break the silence.

"Nothing truly worthy of note, certainly not what I feel for Anthony here," she said slyly, shooting Anthony a knowing glance. Surprisingly, she received a smile when she grabbed a bit of flesh, instead of the surprised and embarrassed look she was hoping for.

"It's Anathane again," droned the larger demon, winking as she pressed Volna's hand further into her considerable backside.

"You were saying?" Ekana pried.

"He just looks like he could please me. That's why I did it the first time with him, because he looked able enough to make me feel good all the way down to my toes."

"Who, Anthony?" Anathane interjected.

"No, yours," Volna replied, with a tinge of guilt in her voice. Apparently, Anathane's private beating had really done a lot to the demon's fierce tongue. At least on the subject of Anathane's lover that is.

"So yours was physical in need?" Ekana affirmed.

Volna nodded. "That, and Nyx offered him to me. I wasn't going to refuse a present, especially not one as delicious as that, was I?"

"No, I guess not," Anathane replied.

"So, how is it for you then, Ekana? Is it just as tempting?" prodded Volna.

"No, well...in a way. Pleasure is part of it. But, between his eyes and his voice and his smile, it feels like I'm being drawn into to something bigger. It's like he's a vortex or something and he's just going to swallow me whole and protect me. His soul is enormous."

"That's not the only thing that's enormous," Anathane giggled. She suddenly grabbed Ekana's shoulder. "Oh, Ekana, I have great news! Guess!"

"What? Is he finally dumping us for you?" she droned sarcastically.

"I don't...nevermind. He said he's going to get me pregnant! With as many babies as I want! Isn't that great?"

Ekana scoffed. "Great. You'll raise an army to rival Grymir's in a week. You've told us a thousand times how many kids you want. It always ends up that you want one for every day you've gone without stopping. And every time you come back, that number just magically grows and grows and grows."

"Hey," Anathane whined in her defense. "I've gone plenty of days without stopping. I...well, I haven't been able to do Jack that long yet, but there will come a day I tell you. And that's when we'll really start kicking baby production into full gear. I can't wait until he meets the real me."

"Who, the core?" Volna asked.

"Yeah."

"Don't you think she's a little, you know, condescending? The way she talks is so formal."

"Oh, don't worry; Jack's already met parts of her before. He'll love her like he has everyone else. She certainly loves him enough, to send us back here for him."

Ekana's brow knitted. "Well, wouldn't you have done it anyway? Don't you all love him, even without the core?"

"Well, no actually. We're all just puppets of the core, but we've been given a fragment of our soul to keep and treasure. We are the core's will, and if she loves someone, then we do. If she hates someone, then we do as well. All of us generally think the same, really."

"So, on the subject of things you do and don't like; what makes Jack so attractive to you? Volna and I already described why we feel the way we do toward him. Now it's your turn, since you're so obsessed with him." Ekana folded her arms across her chest and waited.

Anathane replied simply, "He's incomplete."

"And there's the catch," Volna laughed.

"Now Anathane, you can't just say that and use it as an escape. Describe what you feel. Elaborate on what you think 'incomplete' is," Ekana admonished.

"What are you, a psychiatrist?" Anathane snorted. But she quickly relented. "Well, incomplete really only means that there's something wrong with his soul. It's a turn-on for me."

"What does 'something wrong' mean?"

"How do you want me to answer? I don't think I'm trying to answer the thing you want me to." Anathane frowned unhappily.

"Just, try your best to describe the feeling you get when you're with him," the succubus answered.

Anathane shrugged and threw her hands up. "I don't know. It's just, this sort of knowledge that he's there with me, on my level. You know? Well, you don't, but it's hard to describe it. I don't know if there are words for it, conventional language or body language."

"Body language?"

"I want to wrap myself around him and let us drown in each others' essences. It feels like when I see him that I can be a whole, one being instead of a million shattered pieces. I know it sounds silly, but he makes me feel young again, like when I was before I had to split my soul to keep myself sane."

"And quite the sane one you are," Volna said, rolling her eyes.

"More than anyone else my age, save for a few. Have you seen Bearn lately? He's not one to be jealous of, such a proud and ancient sage reduced so low. I learned plenty from him before his mental state deteriorated."

Volna defended the old demon, saying, "That's not all true. He split himself into a few pieces. I've seen one or two roaming around the Seventh ring, though I've never spoken with them before."

Anathane huffed. "Shadows of his former glory. I can't have a decent conversation with any of them because their memory is riddled with gaps and holes the size of my head. I'd rather him be in one piece and insane than in several and forgetful. Even as he is now, the majority of him can recall his past triumphs and former adventures through the Nine Circles."

"And what adventures the Third Wars were," deadpanned Ekana. "I was there when he went mad. It wasn't pretty at all. It was actually one of the few frightening experiences I've had in my life."

"How so?"

The succubus held her fingers not an inch apart. "I came this close to being the object of his lust and rage. I'm lucky that another demon of his age stood between us, or I would have died." Ekana rubbed her arms to rid the chills running up and down her body.

Anathane tapped her chin curiously. "A demon of his age?" she thought aloud. "It wasn't Haliran, was it?"

"No, the one that he grabbed was blue. She could also form parts of her body into blades and other such things at will," Ekana answered.

"Shiva?" Volna put up.

"No, the demon had two arms. Although it may have been Shiva, I don't know. She is a goddess now. Does she have any kids?"

"Reaper of the Dead? You must be kidding."

"Blue and could change shape at will. It can't be Rihre. Could it?" Anathane pursed her lips.

"I swear her name started with an A. It's An...damn. It's like yours Anathane. I just had it on the tip of my tongue. Ana...An...fuck!"

"Anatithenai?" Anathane said in a hollow voice.

"There we go! Anatithenai! How'd you know? Are you two good friends or something? Or was that one of your monikers back then?" Ekana nudged her large friend, who only laughed and rubbed the back of her head.

"We go back a way, yes. I wouldn't pursue the issue any further."

"Why not? You got some bad blood between you and her or something? You can tell us. We're probably gonna die before the secret can get out anyway."

"Ekana," whispered Volna. "She just made a threat that she's ready to make due on. I wouldn't bother her about it." They both glanced at Anathane briefly.

"What's wrong? It can't be a matter of bad blood, because she's not one to keep grudges."

"Not bad blood. It's shared blood."

"She didn't share her soul with another before Jack, did she? And with a woman too..." Ekana began. But Volna hushed her.

"No, Ekana, you twit. It's much worse to her than a simple matter of a soul shared if hers is in a million pieces."

"Then what?!" Ekana whispered furiously. She was tired of Volna's games already, which was rare, for the demon was known for playing them for days at a time and Ekana usually played along.

"I...I can't tell you. I'm under oath."

"With Anathane?" Ekana arched a brow knowingly.

Volna didn't need to answer. They both sighed sourly. In her head, Ekana was swearing and cursing hard enough to make a sailor blush. It wasn't that she was in everybody's business, but Anathane was the only person she knew that had been graced by the touch of Lucifer himself. Getting information about her, any at all, was like having connections in high places in the Second Circle. Any information about her was worth a hundred silver, lying tongues.

She growled disappointedly. She'd find out later. Maybe she could pry it out of Volna in the middle of a little fling. She did scream quite a bit while she was in the throes of passion. Ekana grinned slyly. She'd get it out of Volna one way or another.

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A week passed and word came down through the few sentient members of the army that there was a vast ocean ahead of them whose shore Grymir had already stopped to form council on as soon as the important members of the conspiracy arrived.

Jack and Anathane were first to arrive and meet up with the demon, making idle talk with him for an afternoon before Volna and her entourage showed up, followed soon by Nyx and Ekana. As soon as they were assembled, Grymir called for a short recess and those who were assembled left for things more relaxing.

Ekana was still gunning after the meaning of shared blood, and she now had a chance to be completely alone with Volna, if she could get Veshana and Eran away from her. She followed her friend a ways down the beach and finally got close enough for Veshana to notice. The demon turned and the numerous golden bangles, bracelets, and her three massive torques clanged and jingled noisily.

"You wear too much jewelry," Ekana said as they embraced.

"Just enough to wrap a pretty little succubus up in," she replied cheekily. Apparently, everyone was in a good mood because the desert was now a thing of the past. Veshana was abnormally playful at the moment.

"And you think I'm the sub?" Ekana scoffed sarcastically. "I do believe that you've not heard of my vile and heinous reputation."

"A spicy one, she is," Eran remarked, two fingers in her mouth.

Something seemed off. "What exactly have you three been up to recently? I can feel something on a higher plain here, and it smells like...well, it smells like naughty business. Has this little trio of demons been up to no good?"

"What exactly is no good to you?" Volna asked coyly, wagging her backside teasingly. Ekana slipped from Veshana's embrace and sauntered over to Volna. She laid a hand on the demon's ample rear and gave it a squeeze.

"Starting the celebration early? Hmmm?" she prodded.

"Could be," replied Volna with an innocent smile. Ekana put their heads together and smiled. Inside her body, behind the smiles and excitement, there lay a fox in hiding. Volna was supposed to be one hell of a partner, and Ekana wanted to see about that. But she had another agenda to get done with as well, namely relieving Volna of a few secrets her heart clung to.




Cemetery Summons Ch. 23



She was in luck that Volna was already thinking about it. All Ekana had to do was get them alone together on the beach, between the sunshine and the blue waves and the warm yellow sand. She wouldn't stand a chance once she turned her charm on, and like hell she was letting up. She wanted Anathane's secret. And Volna wasn't going to be the one to stop her from getting it.

"Why don't we sneak away from the hustle and bustle of this big ole army and find a nice little cove to crawl into and celebrate our own way?" She kissed the demon's ear with soft, plush lips, and whispered, "You know it's tempting, Volna."

Her warm, lusty breath traveled down Volna's neck like a wave of ecstasy, causing her skin to rise in anticipation for the greater experience that was to come. Ekana was really trying to pour some of her lust into the woman. It wasn't every day that one had to seduce a demon.

Her soothing breath gave rise to emotions within Volna that had not been aroused in a great many years. Hunger. True hunger possessed the demon and Ekana felt it beginning to stir after a long slumber.

"Oh, it is very tempting Ekana, very much so." Her voice was barely above a whisper.

"And if I were to slide my hand down your body, like a serpent seeking prey, then what would I find? Would my discovery tempt you further? Or would it send you to a new place altogether?" She ran her fingers across Volna's shoulder, allowing her to feel every bit the arousal growing between them.

"Your intentions are null and clouded, succubus. I doubt you have come to me without questions that you want the answers to," said Volna with a smirk. She was fighting, of course, but she was losing as well.

Ekana chose the higher road to follow, and answered coyly, "Of course I come with questions. I must know very well the places that arouse your...hunger, the most." She traced a puffy areola and Volna shuddered.

"I am not so...easily swayed Ekana." A shallow breath left her lips.

"And I am not so easily deterred," rebuked the succubus with a slight flick of her tongue against Volna's ear. "But I can feel that you are very easily turned on by a little foreplay." She kissed the demon's ear and brushed her black hair away. Diamond and golden piercings dotted the scapha of her ear.

"And am I hornier than you?" Volna asked, flashing an impish, purple-eyed gaze at Ekana as her hand found the latter's flushed vulva. Ekana removed three of Volna's earrings and kissed her ear again.

"I know you are. And I know your ears are your second favorite spot. Your first is a little lower..." Her off hand trailed down Volna's back, following the indention of her spinal column down to her tailbone. She let it wander for a moment before curling it around Volna's body and letting it rest on her abdomen. "And now just a little higher..." Her fingers began to rise.

"You do not want to awaken my hunger in full, Ekana. Nyx may be able to handle me fairly, but you cannot," Volna warned. Her eyes began to glow faintly, her canines already longer than the rest of her teeth. Ekana briefly contemplated stopping, but decided to go through with it.

"Oh, but I do. I want to slake your hunger. And the only way to do that is to let it eat me, right?" She planted a very wet and sensual kiss upon Volna's neck and fondled her backside with her free hand, using the other to tease her navel mercilessly. She traced circles around the jeweled trinket piercing her bellybutton, coming every closer to Volna's sweet spot with every elliptical orbit of her coaxing digit.

"Ekana, if you truly desire to slake my hunger, you will set my desire afoot once again. As much as I enjoy your games, you chose the wrong place to start your foreplay." Volna's eyes burned now with a passion that made known her unhinged lust spilling forth from her wells of self control.

"Here I come," Ekana replied smugly. Her middle finger dipped into Volna's navel and the demon let out an unceremonious moan in pleasure. A growl came up her throat moments later as Ekana removed her navel piercing and tossed it aside in the sand next to her earrings. Volna turned to Veshana and Eran.

"Scram."

And with that, her bodyguards left her side to do their own unholy business. Ekana grinned widely and nibbled her way down to Volna's breast, meanwhile turning her slowly so that they faced each other. Volna threw her head back and draped her long, elegant arms over Ekana's shoulders.

Meanwhile, the succubus laid to rest any doubt that she was going to end her foreplay now. Her tongue teased and tickled Volna's breast, tracing the edge of one puffy areola with the pointed tip. She blew sweet, intoxicating breaths on the wet skin. Volna's flesh crawled and she grabbed Ekana's hair, a fistful in each white-knuckled hand.

Ekana hadn't done much with Volna in her long history of sexual encounters. Sure, they'd met a few times in the past and screwed around, but never before had they actually gotten past heavy petting.

She latched onto Volna's breast and sucked hard, earning a long, sexy moan from her partner. Her tongue flicked against Volna's pert nipple again and again. Every second drew more of Volna's self control further toward breaking completely. Her hands slid down Ekana's back and then back up, raking nails across the succubus' flesh. Ekana grinned and bit down playfully on Volna's nipple.

At the same time, she let an exploratory finger touch Volna's opposite nipple. The demon growled with an unholy desire and pulled Ekana away. Confused, Ekana looked up and found Volna's entire body descending on her.

The demon forced Ekana to the ground, snarling in lust and desire. They both ran elegant, pale fingers across each other's bodies, probing smooth, pliable skin for weak areas of extreme arousal. Ekana held the advantage, for she already knew that Volna's navel was her weak point. The succubus giggled.

"I didn't' expect this," she said in an amused tone.

Volna growled, "I warned you, succubus." She forced their lips together with such speed that Ekana wasn't at all prepare for it. Volna slipped her tongue into Ekana's mouth with no resistance at all, save for her teeth at first being in the way. The pink invader explored Ekana's mouth eagerly, feeling all it could as fast as it could.

Ekana bit down and forced Volna's tongue back from the back of her throat. They shared a look that Ekana took to mean Volna was ready for more seduction. So, she started using it.

"If you want me to fuck you, then you're gonna have a problem there. I don't have a nice, thick pole like that kid." She rolled them over and brought her knee between Volna's legs. "So what could two girls do that they couldn't do with a boy? Or do you want to try with a few toys?"

"I don't want anything but your body and mine," Volna breathed, eyes alight with lust. "I know what you've got seducing me, but I don't care at all. The way you can make me feel, I want more of it. Keep it coming."

"I can do that." Ekana got up on her knees and slid forward until she straddled Volna's head. The demon inhaled sharply and began to eat Volna out with a vigor the succubus hadn't experienced before. Volna's tongue worked its way deep surprisingly fast.

Ekana felt the effects right away. An electric current ran up the front of her body. The pit of her stomach churned and her hips began to move forward on their own, jerking lightly against her partner's head. Volna didn't seem to mind though, for she continued at an even faster pace.

After a short while, Volna suddenly paused. "This is not your time to be selfish, Ekana. I want some too," she complained. Ekana flipped over and put Volna's body on top of hers. She licked up a few rivulets of the demon's juices and Volna got back to her attentions with redoubled effort.

Ekana purred with satisfaction and made her own tongue busy with the work at hand. Her naughty, pointed pink digit flecked Volna's clitoris twice before darting between her glistening pink folds. The demon just moaned like she was out of her mind, and raked her rough tongue across Ekana's clit with little care or tenderness.

Spurred on by the feel, Ekana wrapped her arms around Volna's hips and gave a tug. It brought Volna's lower body down and her tongue drew further into unfamiliar territory. She explored Volna's body with tentative curiosity, taking note of a bundle of nerves that the demon seemed to respond to very well.

Moan left both of their throats on a regular basis. Each was taken to new levels of boldness as they went on, using fingers to help reveal inner pedals to the cool beach breeze. Ekana found that stimulating Volna's clitoris and giving her just a teasing pleasure across her puffy, flushed vulva made her lose all self control.

The succubus, however, felt Volna's rough tongue every time it twitched. Ekana's body was flushed red as her heart sped at a record pace. No other tongue felt like this. And while it wasn't the most pleasurable one she'd encountered, it was up there with the best of them. She let out a husky, lecherous breath and drank more of what Volna's body offered her.

It was sweet, with a bitter tingle as it went down her throat that made it all that more appetizing. It had been a long time since she'd actually taken the time to taste her own, but that was neither here nor there at the moment.

Slippery, squishy noises made her aware of the situation further south. Their juices had spread down to the center of action, where their flat, smooth bellies collided like roiling, angry snakes caught in a dance of passion. Volna shuddered as Ekana's hand found her navel and toyed with the little hollow.

Suddenly, Ekana was coughing on a torrent of Volna's cum and feeling another wave of coils building up within her stomach. She clenched every muscle in her body, back arched to rival a Roman entryway. Volna still licked and tasted without end though, bringing the succubus more and more pleasure by the second.

"Tear me up," Ekana begged.

Volna didn't reply, but obliged immediately with a clawed hand against Ekana's already scarred flesh. Her thighs opened and blood flowed. Ekana's eyes crossed and a powerful orgasm overtook her entire being. She grabbed the sand beneath her and clenched her fists hard enough to make diamonds out of coal.

Her mouth snapped shut and she gurgled on her own saliva, drooling as her orgasm continued for a long, glorious moment. So powerful was it that she felt her head beginning to spin. Bright and colorful spots danced before her eyes, like a hundred coryphées each in tuen with their own rhythms.

It was a long moment before she realized that Volna now lay on top of her, eyes hungry for more of what Ekana had offered. The succubus held up a hand, two fingers of which Volna eager sucked into her mouth and began to treat like she would Jack's arousal.

"I warned you, succubus," she said at a pause. "And now you get it. I'm horny."

"One moment of rest and I will be myself again, Volna. I just had the most beautiful memories surface. Oh, I may enjoy being his submissive succubus." She sat up and replaced her fingers in Volna's mouth with her tongue.

They kissed again with wanton desire, but this time with the goal of simply getting off faster rather that bringing it out with teasing and empty words. Ekana broke the kiss and caught beads of Volna's sweat with her tongue, from her collar bone up to her jaw line. She relished the salty, gritty taste and began to finger the demon as her breast was grabbed and kneaded.

But being sensitive from her recent orgasm, Ekana felt spasms of bliss run through her body as the mere touch and squeeze of her nipple. She gasped as Volna bent down and sucked on its twin, like Ekana had done before. Their hips once against moved like pistons against each other. They rubbed against thighs for purchase, but to little avail save for some clitoral stimulation. Ekana wanted something deeper, something solid inside her within the next ten seconds.

She could see it written on Volna's face that the demon was thinking on the same lines. Even though she looked as if she were surgically attached to her tit, the succubus could see the longing for something more upon her face. She didn't hide her inner desires well, if she was trying to do that at this point.

"Should we look for the incubus?" Ekana panted, three fingers now between her own and her partner's pussies, covered with their combined lusty fluids. She felt Volna's warm pedals as her fingers delved deep to pleasure her.

"Not unless you have eight-inch fingers," breathed the demon in reply.

"Then let's go!"

They disconnected, though reluctantly, and moved to find Jack. Ekana was surprised how easily Volna had abandoned their alone time in favor of fucking him, but she could relate entirely to the feeling still burning like a nova star in her body. She sorely needed a cock to fill her up, and his was the only one around not under lock and key every hour of every day, unlike Grymir's.

They eventually found him sitting by Nyx at the shore. Surely Anathane hadn't left them alone for long, right? Ekana hadn't expected to be able to get him without a fight, or at least a little tussle with the ancient demon. Anathane probably would have relented, but getting him without a fight was an auspicious occasion that neither she nor Volna would pass up.

Volna reached him first, and ruthlessly barreled into him with a loud thump that send both of them into the sand. She recovered swiftly and mounted him within a moment's time. Poor Jack was so disoriented that he could barely tell what was happening until Nyx started talking.

While the dark succubus was trying to figure out what was going on, Ekana dropped herself on top of Jack's head and grabbed his hair. She commanded him wordlessly to eat her out, which he did out of mechanical muscle memory rather than obedience in any case. Ekana felt tremors of delight pass through her.

His eyes began to enthrall her again, and all her fears and inhibitions began to lift away. She knew what was happening, but she enjoyed it rather than trying to fight it. It was useless to think about doing such a thing. His soul was enormous, twice the size of hers at least, as far as she could feel he was showing. She watched the fire in his eyes grow with the rising lust in him. His tongue tickled every pleasure point imaginable and sent bolts of ecstasy through her body.

"Jack, you're really doing a number on Volna there. I can't hear myself think she's so into you," Ekana joked, even as she mercilessly drove herself down against him. Her body had a mind of its own. She just did what came naturally, instead of planning out her attack like she usually did. This was different.

This was lust.

All she wanted was more. From the way he licked her sweet nectar up, to the way his nose tickled and prodded her clit, she wanted more. She soon found another part of him open as Volna took her fill and spread her wings to let him know she was done. She collapsed on the sand in a heap beside Jack and stared at him as Ekana mounted his pole for a ride.

"C'mon! I thought we all agreed you guys wouldn't do this anymore!" he whined in a infantile tone that made the succubus' blood begin to rise. She absolutely loved it when he whined. It was like angels singing in her ears.

She leaned down and whispered, "Do it, or I'll tear your nuts off, baby incubus." She raised a claw for emphasis and he began to thrust back up at her when she forced herself down. She hissed in satisfaction as he began to hit deep places that not even Volna's skilled tongue could. She grinned with satisfaction as his bashful and embarrassed expression.

His hands came up and one pulled her down to him while the other kept her hair out of her face. Ekana was genuinely surprised when he pulled her down into a kiss, and shoved a tongue into her mouth. She grinned into the kiss and her wings flared.

More, more, more.

Jack suddenly broke off. "Don't think this is a regular thing, though. I'm humoring you so you'll be satisfied for longer." He gave her another chaste kiss and then brought his mouth to her breast. Ekana snaked her arms around his head and kissed his crown as gently as she possibly could.

"You know as well as I do that there's no way you don't love me by now." She smirked, but then yelped as he bit her nipple and pinched the other with his free hand. He growled in an animalistic tone and glared up at her with eyes alight.

"You are not my lover." He then smiled and continued sucking, mumbling during intermittent breaks, "Can't even be a milkmaid."

"Milkmaid? That's what you like, because Anathane can shoot fountains out of her tits?" Ekana was genuinely annoyed with him. That he would insult her like that really hurt her pride. It was something she couldn't do, but he had no right to make it known aloud.

"No, you twit," said the incubus as he pulled off her red, swollen tit, flecking his tongue over her nipple a last time. "Elassa. She's my milkmaid, and she's really good at it." He moved his hand to her neck and licked her all the way up from her breast to her jaw, a wet trail in the wake of his voracious tongue. It was one of the most hungry, sensual things Ekana could remember feeling from him. She moaned like she was in heat.

His desire was almost tangible. He was too much for her to handle by herself. His will was overpowering. She could barely resist him. Every little noise he made, it sounded like his heart was breaking for her to please him. She wanted to.

He rammed into her hard and her stomach jumped into her throat. She clenched her teeth and squeezed her eyes shut as a powerful orgasm built up. His lips brushed against hers again and she dragged him into a desperate kiss. She climaxed hard, giving in to the pleasure wracking her body.

Her eyes rolled back in her head. Her jaw went slack and she collapsed on top of Jack tiredly, riding out the earth-shattering orgasm sending tendrils of electricity up her body and into her brain. She felt like her mind was fried.

Jack, however, pushed her back up and held her straddling his hips upright. Her jerked his hips a little and Ekana protested weakly, head still spinning and eyes trying to focus on his face. She could tell he had a shit-eating grin, but little else.

"You didn't think you were done, did you?" Jack teased cheekily. "Oh no. Volna got me into it, and you got me riled up. So now, you have to let me cum too. I know you two were on the edge when you got to me, but it's not fair that you should be able to finish and not me."

"Please..." she begged. "Rest...stop!" Her voice was hoarse and her breath was short and labored. Never had she been so bested by an incubus. She growled with sudden frustration as she hooked a hand around his one unbroken horn. He wasn't a whole incubus, and that's why he was getting the best of everyone. Something about him was just so huge and overwhelming. His passion overstretched even the most generous and liberal boundaries she could give an incubus or demon.

The woman within her was spent, down to her core and soul. But the beast in Ekana's body roared with fresh determination to beat this brat at his own game. She didn't have to seduce him at all. She could just fuck and suck and drain him dry until he begged her for mercy. She made a note of her wasted attempts to get him more interested in her, but it took a considerable effort to withdraw her succubus gaze. She'd hadn't used it for so long on very many people.

She calmed her body with slow, rhythmic undulations of her hips, grinding away at Jack's cock seated deep within her sex. She literally drizzled sexual prowess in the dominant position. Jack's hands rose up her hips, each finger rubbing healed flesh that bore almost no trace of his abuse.




Cemetery Summons Ch. 23



"Had enough?" Jack said with a conceited smirk.

"You made a bad choice giving me rest. I'll devour you entirely now," Ekana snarled and drove herself down on hip. He was taken aback when she grabbed his dark brown hair with both hands and forced her kiss onto him. She smothered him with her lips.

But he fought back, and persisted with a skillful battle for control of his mouth. Ekana's long tongue explored the warm, wet cavern with great enthusiasm. She was undeterred by his efforts to out-kiss her. Meanwhile, his hands had risen to her chest and he groped her considerable breasts with virgin eagerness.

He pinched her nipples between his fingers and squished the rest of her tits with his palms. He massaged them in slow, circular orbits. Spines of pleasure shot through her body, down to her wanting pussy. She drove herself down harder.

Their mouths broke for a reprieve from the battle and he assaulted her breasts as soon as he was given the chance. He latched onto her like a newborn child and sucked again like she was going to make milk for him. The suction made her tit red and her nerves come alive with doubly piercing pain and pleasure. She bit her tongue to keep from screaming.

His rigid arousal ground against her center and more electric tingles shook her body. She put her hands on his chest and pushed up to remove his face from her bosom. But it didn't stop him. In fact, it made him suck harder so as to keep from losing his prize. Ekana groaned as he gave up sucking and licked the underside of her soft globe. He lifted the other, likewise, with his hand and ran his talented fingers across her flesh.

She could have screamed if she hadn't been in the throes of an orgasm. Her eyes were ready to immolate at any moment. It wasn't for anyone that she was taken out so quickly. She'd wasted so much of her energy on trying to push back against him instead of be consonant with his steamrolling force that she was tired.

She wanted to continue and dominate him for once in a fair way, with nothing to hang over his head but her own natural strength and skill, but she couldn't. She had been spent by her first orgasm, and this cocky brat had caused her second and third ones to cut her reserves scarcely thin. She groaned as he slammed her hard, bucking her body up.

Ekana felt someone grab her beneath the arms and lift her away before he could do it again.

"Don't do that to her. Can't you see her face?" Nyx protested. "You did a number on her. If she were really into it, she'd run with you for a good long while, but this is just a fling. She's exhausted trying to seduce you."

"She's tired because she's trying to seduce me? Why's she doing that?" Jack scratched the back of his head as he sat up. Nyx laid Ekana with her head on Volna's belly. The demon put a hand on Ekana's head and ran her slender fingers through her heir affectionately. Ekana watched the conversation continue.

"Well, quite frankly, to prolong the experience. It takes a lot of juice to make up for the amount of time and energy we waste trying to get you guys to fuck."

"Then how do ya'll boast that you've gone for days nonstop if Ekana can't go any more than twenty minutes? I don't get it."

Nyx sat down beside him again. "When lovers have sex, they don't need to use their powers to bind each other to their wills. So, they have a lot more energy to spend on the sex. And since succubi and incubi feed off each other's orgasms, the sex just keeps going until someone runs out of juice. Does that make sense?"

Jack shrugged. "Sure, I guess."

"Alright, then if you understand, you should stop trying to seduce me too," she grunted. "Because it's going to work if you're not careful."

"But I'm not doing anything," replied Jack. "I'm not trying to seduce you; I'm just talking to you."

"Well then don't look at me like I'm going to solve your problems. Go get Anathane and have her finish you off if you're still so horny. These two are burned out already." Nyx pulled Jack to his feet and he went off over a sand dune to find his big demon wherever she had run off to. All three of them lazily watched him leave.

Nyx turned to the two lying on the sand and shook her head with amusement.

"Such a hard young boy never had so squishy an ass," Volna breathed.

"Or so cute," Ekana added.

"You two are incorrigible. But watching him walk away makes me feel that Anathane did not make a mistake making him her prized possession. He would enchant more women by turning around than by staring into them."

Volna and Nyx went off on a tangent and Ekana was left to her own thoughts for the moment. Her main goal had been to get Volna to talk, but that had fallen apart almost as quickly as the idea of Jack had connected. She rubbed her pussy and got her fingers sticky with her own cum. She sighed. At least she had a good time. Secrets, she could always try another time. But the days where she could fuck that incubus were coming to an abrupt halt soon.

"You were right, Volna," the succubus sighed.

The demon propped herself up on her elbows in the sand. "About what?"

"Charisma," Ekana replied. "He's got charisma alright."

"Told you."

"The thing is, I want to fuck him now." She received a strange glance at that from the other two next to her.

"That hasn't changed from before," Nyx said.

Ekana let her head rest against Volna's taut stomach and growled, "And kill him too."



Cemetery Summons Ch. 24



Within the Sanctuary of the Underworld, Kan and Tirol still wandered about virtually unnoticed. At first, they had needed to hide and try to avoid the guard patrols sent to quell the small rebellion Kan had caused. Now, however, they were in the mercantile district, and fit in rather well with the odd assortment of demons and other creatures here.

The underworld markets weren't much unlike a market in the Middle Ages on earth. Peddlers came to get rid of their crafts and foodstuffs, which were actually assortments of sexual byproducts, while thousands came to buy and trade and barter for other goods. Tirol was no longer a giant among men, for even his massive stature was dwarfed by some of the larger demons here. However, the gigantic stone sword on his back was the largest weapon in sight, that much was for sure.

Kan breathed a sigh in relief as she saw for the hundredth time that she was free of that damned prison and in little danger of going back. As long as Dalaria herself didn't come after her, she and Tirol had escaped.

The Sanctuary of the Underworld was a large place for a prison. Formerly, it had been a palace that had housed several small towns within its massive walls. One such town she and her companion were walking thought, was called Daromae. Essentially, it had been modeled after a Medieval merchant's quarters, but had grown to be a nice little stop before getting to the actual prison, which had once been a keep with a dungeon.

Daromae was a quiet little place in the grand scheme of things, and here they were safe from persecution and their would-be pursuers would probably try to go straight for the portal connecting the Sanctuary of the Underworld to its primary, outer layer. Kan was smart enough, however, to know that if she kept her head down, they'd forget about her soon.

Everywhere were places to spend a quick night in bed, several whorehouses, and a number of other establishments dedicated to the arts of pleasure. However, she refused to let herself fall into that pit of desire. She might never leave with this hard-on keeping her eyes tethered to the nearest bare pussy in sight.

She drew more attention than was really desired at the moment. She was blue, firstly, which wasn't too out of the ordinary, for there were many demons whose skin had tinted to the color of the sun under which they had lived for most of their lives. But for her, things went a bit further. She had a big blue, throbbing cock leading her around like a metal detector looking for buried treasure.

It drew a lot of sneaky glances, and some as blatant as the lewd licking of lips and o-shaped mouths inviting her to another world of pleasure. She growled in a disheartened tone and glanced down at Tirol's stitched hand hanging loosely at his side. She squeezed it tightly and he looked down, glowing white eyes piercing the unnatural darkness of his hood.

"Be strong, mortal," he said. "It is not much farther until there is a free room."

"And if there isn't one?" Kan asked.

"There will be one," he said again. His tone wasn't one of hope, but of knowing. She grinned a little. What he'd meant to say was 'I'll make room.' But he was far to reserved to actually say that.

Kan sighed. She wasn't getting much relief from squeezing his fingers to death, although it offered a little bit of distraction from her massive erection bobbing up and down before her. It wasn't helping that they were in one of the worst quarters in the town either, scents from a thousand different bodies dragging her down into an unearthly, horny mire. Her arm was lifted.

Tirol suddenly dragged her into a building and Kan immediately became aware of the sexual tension within. She looked around with wide blue eyes. Her pupils dilated. This was a sex house. They weren't uncommon, but she had expected an inn or something else. Not this. This would break her entirely.

She bit her tongue and shivers ran up her spine like naughty imps send to elicit a moan from her tender, frowning lips. "What did you bring me here for?!" she growled through gritted teeth. She let go of Tirol's hand and clenched her own into a tight fist.

"You are not able to resist your own desires. Relieve them before they grow too great for you to wrestle a losing battle with. Now, at least, you are not the beast you would be soon." He grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward a large bar centered on the opposite side of the large central room. Several demons eyed her closely, but she scowled at them angrily.

"Tirol, I don't want this!" she protested. They came to a stop at the counter and a large barman with two short, red horns curves like two '3's facing inward greeted them with a stein full of demon brew for each of them.

"Have you need of a girl? Or..." he paused to look Kan over, and she glared daggers into his eyes. "Two perhaps?" He arched a brow as Tirol leaned in. His voice was so full and baritone that Kan could still hear what he was saying even when he was whispering.

"I will trade myself once for one of yours. I haven't any money, so all I can offer is my own body for one of yours." His tone sharpened. "And I expect full cooperation."

The barman's face paled considerably as Tirol allowed his feet to touch the floor and stood to his full height. The stone beneath his feet groaned and grated abruptly at the weight of his hefty form. The barman's finger pointed to a demon sitting in the far corner of the barroom. A scowl was spread across her face as she surveyed the room.

"She wants one of my male staff, and none of mine are free at the moment. See to it that she is well-kept and I will make sure that yours is likewise." The demon waved someone over as Tirol gave Kan a glance and then hovered again to his partner. Kan felt a hand on her shoulder.

"Hello honey," a deep, sensual voice said. Kan turned to face its owner, a demon with maroon skin. Dark red eyes locked straight onto Kan's lap and the demon's jaw dropped. "Satan's blood...you're a-"

"You better make me feel good, because I have a lover you gotta live up to." Kan vented her frustration while she had the chance. "Now find me a place to sit so you can lie down. And be quick about it! I don't have all day to waste!" The demon sauntered off to a nearby table and scooted it away from the nook it rested in. She was going to regret wagging her ass like that. Oh, she was going to regret that dearly.

Kan followed the demon closely. She moved around the back of the table and put her back to the wall. The demon just smiled and dropped to her knees. Kan was about to tell her to get up until she shirked off her dress and it fell beneath her chest. Kan's cock jumped for joy as two massive mammary glands popped into view, in all their jiggling glory.

"I've never seen a hermaphrodite before. You're lucky to be my first one," she cooed. The red demon raised her breasts around Kan's arousal and the succubus almost fell. She gasped in pleasure and felt a quiver of release surfacing. She pushed the feeling back down and shook her head.

"I'm gonna plaster your insides with cum until you're a water balloon," Kan snarled. She kicked the demon over and leapt upon her with a fire in her eyes she hadn't possessed since seeing Anthony last. She thrust herself into the demon's pussy with all her strength, down to the hilt. A flood of pleasure wracked her brain in seconds.

Her climax saw a great cry in joy and relief being forced down her temporary partner's throat. Ropes of cum filled the demon full, and continued until Kan's energy flagged and she was unable to keep the squirming woman firmly in her arms. Hey broke apart briefly and Kan spent the last squirts on the floor.

Cum dripped out of the demon's pussy like white, warm honey. The demon herself looked worse for having tried to take it all. Her cheeks were stained almost black now, and her breathing was heavy. She held up a hand to stave off another effort by Kan to penetrate her.

"No! It's too much! You've been saving that for so long. I thought I was going to die! What in the Nine Circles is wrong with you?! You don't just inject that much cum into a demon's body!" She huffed harder and harder as Kan easily slipped back into her and created a gentle rhythm between their bodies. She wasn't done, not by a long shot.

"You shouldn't have teased me like that, swaying your hips like that. I told you I don't have much time to waste. Now keep moving. I'm not done yet. Tirol has still bought me more time with you." Kan bucked her hips suddenly and the demon groaned.

"You'll kill me with another! It's just too much!" she shouted.

"Then burn some energy off. I'm not going to stop because your poor little pussy is all filled up." She added on a sadder note, "But you should be Anthony, because he wouldn't care. He'd say nicer things and get me hot again."

"You're not horny yet?" the demon asked in an offended tone.

Kan stopped her hips and shook her head sadly. "No. I'm ready, but I won't get horny until I think about Anthony." She wiggled a bit from side to side and the succubus ground her teeth together to keep from moaning.

"I'm not good enough for you?" she growled.

"You're a cocksleeve. Anthony is the only being in heaven, earth, or hell that's worthy of being called anything more in my eyes. You're gonna be a good cocksleeve now, right? I have rights to your body until Tirol is done, and he's a pretty big guy, you know. Just look over there, the big angel."

Both turned their heads to watch Tirol. The angel had a large demon straddling his hips with a mirthful look on her face. Tirol had a hand on her thigh and another in a fist around one of her wrists. They didn't look like they were going to stop any time soon. Kan nipped at the succubus' neck to get her attention.

"What?" the red woman grunted.

"If you don't wanna fuck, then get on your knees and give me a titfuck."

"If it'll get you out of me," replied the succubus. They disconnected and the demon got to her knees. She wrapped her breasts around Kan's firm shaft and rubbed them up and down inversely. Kan's cock bobbed left and right, the blue head drizzling precum the whole time. She felt the warm tunnel starting to get slick and she threw her head back. Her horns raked against the wall behind her and she moaned noisily.

"Fuck, say something to get me hot," she ordered. This was good, but she wasn't horny yet.

"C'mon, give me another hot load from this big dick of yours. Gimme some love juice, pwetty pwease?" She pouted her lip.

Kan was less than impressed. "Look, if you had told me beforehand that you didn't know you to do verbal foreplay, then you should have told me. I wouldn't have had to shut you up. Bleh." She grabbed the back of the succubus' head and shoved her cock all the way down her throat. The succubus gagged and her eyes went wide.

She drummed her fists against Kan's stomach, but the demon was already having too much fun ramming herself down the red woman's throat to care. It wasn't often there was a woman she would do this to, but this was a special case. She wanted some instant relief.

She raised her eyebrows at the succubus' heavy glare and let go of the building tension of a rising climax. She let out a satisfied, casual sigh and slowly backed the woman's head away, inch by inch, until her engorged glans sprung out from between a pair of bruised lips and waited for more attention.

She looked back at Tirol and then back at the succubus almost in tears on the floor. She grinned slyly. "This could get messy."

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Above, a bright red sun shone like a red eye gazing down upon the world in dreary, unfathomably old silence. Beneath its soft red glow stood another silent entity, this one made as much of flesh and shadow as its sun was of ecstasy and energy. The shape slithered across a landscape devoid of life and hope of any form.

Brown clay turned scarlet in color by the sun's unloving vigil bore little in the way of landmarks other than a long, heavily-trodden wound than stretched from horizon to horizon. Along this wound the black shape slithered, like a snake after prey.

The sky was cloudless, filled with nothing but hot air and an eerie aura of loathing and suffering. The sky would have been a pleasant white color if it were not for the sun's garishness, which caused the whole panorama of the sky to tint red. Sad, really, that such a landscape should be wasted so far along when but the change of color of its sun would have meant all the difference.

Jack sighed.

He didn't feel ready for any of this. This war, this ultimate act of desperation to save those he felt were close to his heart. He would give anything to have them back and in safety. He would give his life if it were the price of having them live their lives without fear of the headsman's axe. He wanted to run away, but instead, he was following the flow of a massive force, unlike anything he could have ever imagined.

Well, actually, he was at its head. Anathane was next to him, several of her actually. One of her clones wore a suit of full armor and a crested helm fading from purple at the front to black at the back. At her side was a long rapier in a thin scabbard. Her faceguard was down, so he couldn't see her face, but he could still see the worry in her eyes as she marched.

Another of her doppelgangers wore nothing but rags and bore dozens of tattoos all over her skin. She carried a large, crude axe over her shoulders, laying it across them so she could hang her arms over its haft. She looked at Jack and licked her lips lewdly, getting a scornful glance from the third of Anathane's fakes walking next to the incubus.

She looked more motherly than the other two, holding nothing but a small canister in her arms. When she saw that Jack was looking at her, she gave him a sweet smile and bent down to kiss him on the cheek. Jack was grateful for the encouragement, but confused.

Not even the original Anathane talked. She just followed Jack as closely as she could with a blade the size of a claymore across her back. She had her eyes set upon him like if she didn't watch his every move, the wind was going to whisk him away and he was going to disappear forever. He could feel her presence behind him, and it made him nervous to feel her unease and anxiety.

However, Jack couldn't read anyone else's expressions. They all either spoke amongst themselves or walked as silently as Anathane did. The lack of commotion was disturbing. Jack had expected a great tumultuous ambuscade before the actual fight. This, however, was most unnerving.

Just footsteps.

Footsteps and whispers.

He turned his eyes up to Anathane and the Amazonian demon flashed him a look that didn't look as convincing as she wanted it to. "Yeah?" she asked.

"Please don't look to worried, Anathane. It's making me nervous."

"I'm sorry Jack. I can't help but be nervous. I'm scared that I'm not going to make it through this with everyone alive. I don't want to lose any friends." She held her breath for a moment and then wiped away tears growing in her eyes. "I don't want to lose my lover either. Especially him."

"You won't," Jack replied assuredly.

"I hope not," Anathane replied. She looked back ahead and gave Jack's neck a rub before leaving him be. Grymir announced that it wouldn't be long before they reached the castle that guarded the gateway to the Sanctuary of the Underworld proper and the lands surrounding it. At that, there was called another war council on the move. They gathered with Grymir.

Ekana, Volna, Jaelani, Veshana, all the Anathanes, Anthony in a body loaned to him by Anathane, Nyx, Thanatos, Hypnos, Grymir, Kadae, Jack, and a demon named Corinth who had joined them a Ring back, all gathered for the last war council before the battle. All in all, sixteen of them made a small number compared to the number of generals, captains, and other officers Dalaria was supposed to have under her command. A sorry sight in the face of astounding odds.

"If we all remember our parts, this plan should go without fail. Does everyone know their positions?" Grymir asked as he donned a helm with two holes that his horns fit into. The two sharp nubs extended to proud, noble horns and his body grew tense. Kadae was silent next to him, but ever watchful for him.

Jack shifted in his own armor. Anathane had collected it for him, or made it, he hadn't bothered to ask about its origins. A chainmail hauberk with a leather jerkin over it, gauntlets, gloves, boots, and a pair of pants Anathane had supposedly woven out of demon skin 'way back in the day'. Of this, he couldn't say he was proud. But of his sword, which Anathane had made for him herself, he was extremely proud of that.

It was beautiful, down to its detailed inscriptions of love and faith Anathane had etched into its surface. He unsheathed it a few inches and stared at his reflection on the blade's gleaming surface. He swallowed hard with happiness. He couldn't have asked for a gift more beautiful from her if he had tried.

"Be strong, Jack. The whole Circle is counting on you. I know you'll make them proud. My sister wouldn't have ever believed that a scared little pup like you could go so far as to lead this kind of army into battle. She's proud, Jack. She's waiting." Ekana kissed the back of Jack's head and moved to catch up to Volna.

"This is the line, Jack. Dalaria's domain begins one step before you," remarked Anathane. "Are you ready?"

Jack looked up at her. Oh, exploitable. He grinned wider than a Cheshire cat. 

"I was born ready."

Anathane's jaw dropped. "Oh for Satan's sake. I can't believe that at a time like this, you'd still be fucking around and making jokes. Holy hell, incomplete boy, holy hell." Anathane put her face in her palm and pulled him across the imaginary line in the dirt. In the distance, a large castle loomed like a monster plaguing a distressed little village. Jack felt his stomach jump into his throat.

This was really it.

He was about to wage war like he had always wished he could. World War II had always been his love, but Medieval history and warfare had always had a soft spot in his heart. Now, he was going to be part of a war on so huge a scale that he couldn't seen the end of his army. Well, Grymir's army.

His entire body flooded with adrenaline. His skin rose and prickled all over. His hair stood on end and his whole being revealed its true self. He had never felt so scared in his life. Not even the day he had been made known of his demonic extremities. He looked up to the red sun and prayed to God that this would end as he hoped. He prayed so long that Anathane felt it necessary to find out what was wrong.

"Jack?" she asked, nudging his shoulder. "You getting last minute jitters?"

"I'm praying, Anathane." Jack kissed his white-knuckled fist and sucked in a long, warm breath to calm his nerves. He faced her with tears streaming down his cheeks. "This is the scariest thing I've ever tried, Anathane. And if I don't do this flawlessly, then everyone I love is going to die."

"Don't worry. You have good friends. You have possibly the most powerful ally there in in the Second Circle. You have love; you have righteous fury! Why now would you think that inadequate?"

"Because I feel like I can't do anything here. Like..." A lump caught in his throat. "Like the last time," he said in barely more than a whisper.

"Jack..." Anathane pulled his shoulder so that they stood face-to-face. "There was nothing you could do to save your family. Believe me, I've picked through your memories more than anyone. But now is different. You know what you have to do. As long as you're alive, these people, everyone, me even, still have a will to fight."

"But this is Grymir's-"

"Damn it Jack; you're the leader here! Right now, the universe revolves around every decision you make!" Jack didn't realize that she had him by the arms and her brow touched his until the look in her eyes changed to a softer one. "You're the hero of this saga. Well, once I get the girls together and pen it for you," she added on a sweet, hopeful note.




Cemetery Summons Ch. 24



"Sorry to interrupt, but we've been here for a while. We have only to hear him speak before those of us that have minds to use." To Jack's surprise, it was Limarei that spoke to them. The red-haired girl blew Jack a quick kiss and returned to her mother's side. The dark succubus, however, looked extremely peeved.

"Well, go get them riled up for war. I'll bee cheering you on," Anathane teased.

"What? I don't get it. What am I supposed to be doing?"

Anathane put a hand to his lips. "You go speak to your troops. It's a tradition here in hell to make an ass of yourself with a speech. Like I said, I'll be cheering for you." She pushed him to a large rock and he found a gathering of sorts waiting for him.

The fifteen others that had been in the war council not long ago were there, along with a full rank of Volna's guards, a group of mercenaries Nyx had bribed, and a small gathering of connected friends that Anathane and Jaelani had spoken to. All in all, a few hundred stood before Jack, in full expectation that he was going to give them the most powerful sermon ever said.

He clambered up the side of the rock and almost fell when he saw the castle up the path. At the moment, he stood in its black shadow like an ant next to a mansion. He glanced at the Army of Darkness and suddenly found it very lacking, despite its enormity and sheer endless strength. Jack turned and stood tall despite his nervousness.

"I don't know how we made it this far, but I'm glad I get a chance to do this, I guess. Thank you, everyone."

"Real inspiring," Limarei droned.

"Hey, fuck you! What do you want from me? You want me to say that that-" He stabbed a finger toward the castle looming over them like a stone colossus. "-can be beaten by us?"

'Um, be a little more arrogant if you could...' Anathane said mentally.

Jack rolled his eyes. Well, time to write your own epitaph, he thought. "Well we can! This giant, this thing before us, it is no more a fortress than Dalaria is a demon! We are the sons and daughters of gods and goddesses, and some of us are actually goddesses in our own right, but that's neither here nor there."

'Good...'

"Are you afraid? Well then make them afraid! You want to win? You want victory? Then shed blood, make it flow like wine, make it flow like water! You are the blade of vengeance, the righteous fury that burns inside me now." His eyes glowed with electrifying vigor. "I'm going to use you to break apart this place stone by stone. This is my will, and nobody, not even God is going to deny me what is mine. Dalaria is trying to do just that, and for that, Dalaria is going to die."

'You're on fire incomplete boy...'

"I will set the world aflame beneath your feet. The very stones of the earth will tremble at the coming of my wrath. The sky will crumble and be naught but dust and ash by the time I am done with this place! Your march has been long and uncomfortable, but today is your day. Our day! This is a day that defines the rest of history. All those that come after us will know that what we did today is worthy of legends!"

'And to finish?' Anathane giggled excitedly.

Jack grinned with grim satisfaction. "So go and be legends in your own right! Make the Nine Circles fear your strength! Make the Seven Rings remember your sacrifice! Make the Nine Rings War look like a street brawl! Carpe diem! Carpe noctem! Carpe Omnium!" With that, Jack drew his sword and raised it as high as he could. A great cheer arose, even from the Army of Darkness as far back as it stretched. Jack felt a smirk make itself home on his face.

The black tide of humanoid figures moved forth like an ocean breaking its boundaries to flood the helpless land in its path. Jack lowered his arm and took a last look at his friends. "Everyone," he said to them slowly, and with much admiration. "May you live forever."

With that, everyone departed for the commencing battle. Jack found three tall Anathanes waiting for him on the ground, but not their creator. He looked around for her, but the Nordic-dressed clone simply pointed her axe toward the ramparts of the castle and Jack saw his demon surrounded by a sweeping wave of Grymir's army.

He found a bit of relief in seeing that she was surrounded on all sides by allies.

Jack joined in the charge up the hill toward the castle, realizing now that there was a hail of arrows and streaks of light raining down from the castle's walls. An arrow struck him in the arm and he cringed. Surprisingly, it hurt a lot less than he had expected, and he was hardly fazed by it. He ripped the arrow out and tossed it aside. The armored Anathane drew her rapier and batted away two arrows that would have hit Jack in the chest.

"Cover his flank," she commanded. The barbaric clone stepped forward and raised her axe to ward off arrows coming at her head. Jack felt bad that they were acting as human shields for him, but he couldn't do anything but follow them up the hill.

It wasn't long before the arrows waned, and then stopped falling altogether. Jack passed through the gate with his small entourage amidst the moving entity of shrouded figures and clawed hands and fanged teeth. One of the gate's doors was flat on the ground, broken beneath the force of something enormously powerful. The other door hung on its hinges, split in half and shorn to splinters.

The courtyard was a picture from the Renaissance. The Army of Darkness milled about in ordered columns, piling through every entryway there was until there was no more space to fill with bodies. Dead soldiers lay everywhere, some friend, most foe however. Jack had little time to wade through the blood and ruined corpses before the three Anathanes shooed him toward a clearing in the army's swirling ranks where the major conspirators were waiting on him.

He listened to the orders, and everyone went to do their part. Jack did what he was told, which was follow Anathane through an arched hallway lined with depictions of conquest and enslavement and torture. Jack found a common theme of Dalaria in all of them.

A commotion up ahead drew Jack's attention. Grymir had stopped briefly as well to see what the matter was. Anathane, even, was curious as to what could hold up such an important objective in this hour of haste.

"Mother, I had so much sex! Everyone wanted me! So I played and fucked and played and fucked, and played! Oh, mother, it was the greatest thing I have ever felt! I wrote so much music!"

Jack paled.

Helena had returned from her concert.

"Helena, that's wonderful, but now is not the time. Find your brother Thanatos and tell him all about it, alright?" Nyx sounded nervous.

"But mother!" the daughter protested, raising her cupped hands. "I have birthday presents for...for...Jack! Nineteen! Nineteen little penises for his nineteenth birthday! Won't he love them?" she exclaimed, holding said items in her cupped, bloody hands.

"Holy..." Nyx said, at a loss for words. "...alright, go find your brother Thanatos. Jack is with him. I'm sure he'll love them. Go on now, hurry!" The succubus shooed her lucid child away and then glanced around at the spectators. She leveled her gaze at Jack. "You had better never even think about my daughter again, do you understand me?"

"You think I'll have time for that?," Jack managed as he continued on with Anathane. Ahead, a massive set of double doors cast in bronze stood before them. Silent sentinels guarding the path to sanctuary and the freedom of four maidens in the depths of despair. Jack growled low in his throat. One more door after this, he thought to himself bitterly.

Grymir gave Jack a knowing look and the doors began to slide apart, grating together, grinding ancient stone and metal that had scarcely trembled beneath the weight of use since their construction. Jack watched with grim resolution as a vortex, not unlike the one Dalaria had dragged his lovers through, wind like a piece of clockwork machinery. Jack no longer feared what he saw; he embraced it.

He didn't know if his mind had been altered to make him think like this, but he guessed that was the case. He watched colors and bright flashes of white light dance across the liquid surface of the ingress. Before he knew it, his feet were moving toward it.

Rushing ahead of him, hundreds of black figures disappeared into the monstrous gate between realms, swallowed whole as they merged with the pure aether of hell. When it came to Jack's turn to enter, he took Anathane's hand in his and she kissed him on the cheek.

"Be strong, for them. It only hurts a little."

"I'm sure," Jack replied sarcastically. He squeezed his eyes shut and jumped through the pallet of color and light. He felt something tug him away from a great weight, but the feeling passed and a scorching wind blasted his entire body. He opened his eyes, only to find that he had needed them closed.

A cloud of dust covered him in a dry, grimy coat of brick red and his eyes burned as the stuff dug into his retinas. He wiped his eyes vigorously with his palms, getting rid of most of the dust and dirt in them. He took a look around, and it was not the scene he expected.

The sky above was blue, like the one he had gazed at thousands of times for nineteen years. The sun was bright red, but it gave off a healthy, yellow light here that made things seem a bit more normal than he had been preparing for. Red dust coated the ground, and dark green grass grew sparsely in it, huddled around rocks scattered about the barren ground.

Ahead, a series of spires broke the black-lined horizon like rips in a big blue tablecloth. To the horizon, there lay nothing of note between the Army of Darkness and the thin black line that lay on its boundary. Jack searched about for Grymir and the others, but he couldn't find any of them. Maybe they had gone ahead?

"Hey Anathane, what is that thing way out there?"

She replied, "You mean the wall?"

"Oh, crap. That's gonna take a while, isn't it. It's fucking huge, right?" Jack sighed despondently. More walls. More and more and more fucking walls!

"No, we're all sunshine and smiles from here on in. Things have gone better than expected. Dalaria doesn't even know we're here thanks to Helena ripping the captain of th...well, the captain of the guard is dead in ay case. Two walls shouldn't be a problem if we can get them fast enough. You know what they say, take the gatehouse and the castle becomes your home."

"Okay..." Jack said uneasily. "So, what we just head for the walls and hope things turn out for the best?" He practice swung his blade and the barbarian Anathane next to him bent over and grinned widely.

"I'll make sure you won't be needing that blade, honey," she said in the most sensual, provocative way she possibly could. She stole a kiss from him and then jumped away from the real Anathane's heavy punch. "Too slow!" she teased.

"You steal another and I'll take that life I gave you and put someone else in charge," Anathane growled. She grabbed Jack around the waist and pulled him to her protectively. "He's mine until the core gets at him."

Jack pushed away from the big, tanned demon. "Alright, Anathane. Let's just get moving so I can see my three women again. I'm sure Anthony's pretty anxious to get back to Kan too." Anathane nodded and grabbed both of Jack's hands tightly.

"Jack?"

"Yeah?"

Her voice quivered. "After all this is over...will you..." Her eyes fell and her cheeks turned dark scarlet. "It's almost too embarrassing to ask here, but..."

"What, you can ask me anything! Come on, after everything that's happened, you're still embarrassed? You can tell me anything. I know it sounds cheesy, but you can."

She turned even redder. "After this, would you...marry me?"

"Hell yes!" Jack shouted, and smothered Anathane in a hungry, happy kiss. She picked him up and the three clones of her hugged each other and bounced up and down excitedly. I guess marrying her means they're my wives too, Jack thought.

Volna raised a brow nearby. "What wrong with you?" she asked.

Anathane twirled around and broke her kiss with Jack. "He said he'd marry me!"

"Well," the demon replied boredly. "It's not like he was gonna say no. It was really just a matter of time before it happened."

Soon, just about everyone knew that Jack had said yes, and they all congratulated her in one way or another. Grymir's was a very brief one, because he had an army to lead, and that afforded him little time to do as he pleased. Kadae's was a tad longer, but she was eager to keep with her master, and moved to follow him immediately after Anathane let her go.

Jack found himself with little else to do than follow Anathane and her clones as they headed for the massive black shape hugging the horizon. It wasn't as bad as the one before. Now, things were less tense, because the apprehension before the battle was over. They had proven that they could fight it out effectively, and that their force was vastly superior to Dalaria's.

He saw it in Ekana's face especially: hope. Hope, not just the hope that they would get this far, but hope that they would succeed. Before this point, it had all been a gamble. They'd thrown all their dice a once in a blind roll, and come out on top. Now all they had to do was manage to steamroll while that lucky roll still had Dalaria caught by surprise.

The Army of Darkness swept forward like a tide of dark specters, with their leader buried somewhere among them, calculating numbers and strength with Kadae as he had done since they'd arrived outside he outpost on the other side of the portal.

Jack felt his throat choke up as he realized that behind the walls ahead, his three lovers were waiting for him. All he had to do was reach out and take them back, and they would be his again. He rubbed his eyes to ward off tears and ground his teeth.

Only a little longer now.

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Dalaria grabbed the corpse by the neck and tossed it away, savoring the wet slurp that arose from its removal from her axe. She looked around and found that the guards had done well in killing the rest of the escaped prisoners in the room.

She moved forward, a number of her soldiers falling in around her as they continued through one of the corridors to the next cell block. No matter now this prison riot had started, she was going to end it personally. This was not the first one she had been forced to quell, but it was one of the most troublesome.

She'd had to mobilize the entire garrison to put it down, and still block after block of prisoners found their freedom due to some little rat slipping through the cracks in the floor and hiding away while his comrades in defiance were slaughtered. She would have a special fate for him once he was found and brought to her with no hands.

Dalaria found the next cell block empty, and a dead warlock with several guards lying in a heap on the floor in one of the cells. She looked up at the rune above the door, and paled. The blue demon had started all this. She looked at the rune next to the demon's,a and found it almost as troubling. The fallen angel was on the loose as well.

"Find a blue hermaphroditic demon named Kan, and bring her to me. And kill the fallen angel named Tirol on sight. I don't want any delay, go!" she ordered. Immediately, the guards left to relay orders and begin searching the prison and surrounding areas for the two. Hopefully, one of them would at least be dead within the prison. If not, they would be found soon. There was no way they could have made it far, especially not with the entire garrison mobilized at this point.

She marched through three more empty cell blocks before coming through an area that was filled with guards and a number of tables with maps strewn across them. This was a staging area of sorts where the collective efforts of the garrison could be allocated properly, instead of these little firefights here and there between four of her guards and twenty prisoners.

Dalaria was greeted by the captain, and he informed her that the situation was slowly coming under control, even though two more cell blocks had opened up and spilled their contents into the fray. She growled, but said nothing.

"Three of the jailers are currently mobilizing their forces to keep the rest of the cell blocks in check, and the other two are busy killing those that have already escaped. If things keep going like this, in two days' time we will have the situation under control and finished, milady," the captain finished.

"That's not fast enough," the snapped.

Her attention was grabbed by one of her couriers before she could say anything else. She turned, and glared down at the dark little rodent, long ears bent down in submission. Fucking little demons didn't know what it meant to wait for anything.

"Milady..." it began softly.

"What!" Dalaria roared.

"Milady, there is an army approaching. We have put together that the jailer Grymir is at its head," it said, scooting back of bleeding, webbed feet. Dalaria grabbed the courier by its fleshy pink tail and raised it so that its dark eyes were on level with hers.

"What?"

"An army is headed this way with Grymir as its commander." it shrieked, and then gnawed at its tail in an attempt to escape. Dlaria tossed it to the ground and snarled.

"Show me."

"This way!" the creature answered, and led her to the battlements of the keep. Dalaria stared at the horizon with a look of despair on her pale, noble face. The head of her great axe hit the ground and she felt her knees weaken.

The entire horizon was filled by black shapes. She couldn't fathom how many there were in the black tide that was going to swarm her fortresses one by one, or all at the same time. There was no hope. All was lost.

She suddenly grew furious, and her jaw settled into a firm, clenched position. She grabbed the courier again and held it out over the crenelations by the scruff of its neck.

"Wake Anatithenai," she commanded, and threw the creature down the stairs to assist its speediness. She waited for what seemed like hours before the familiar, uncomfortable presence of the Second Circle's oldest living being became painfully noticeable.

"What do you want, Dalaria?" asked the ancient demon, annoyed.

"I want you to assassinate someone for me."

The demon perked up. "Who? Grymir? Isn't he a jailer here too?"

"No, not Grymir. There is another I know is here with him. He's the reason this entire situation has come to pass. I want you to kill him and bring me his head to hang over the gate before Grymir gets here with his army." Dalaria gripped the stone hard. This betrayal would not go unpunished. Grymir was going to die for this affront to her authority after this battle was over.

"Then tell me his name or what he looks like and I'll prepare something nice to throw his way," the demon giggled. "Oh, you haven't let me kill anyone in so long! This is going to be so much fun!"

"No," Dalaria said firmly. "Do not play games with him. I want him dead as soon as possible. I want his head, do you understand? His name is Jack. Kill him without delay and return here immediately."

"But-"

"As long as I have your precious flower, you will do as I say!" Dalaria snarled. "I expect his head by tomorrow." With that, Dalaria descended the stairs to find the jailers and pooled their forces together to throw at Grymir's massed army. One of them had to kill Anathane as well. And however long it would take, that could be done with a bit of effort and planning. Her body was still within reach of Dalaria's forces, at least for a while.

But while Dalaria descended the tower, Anatithenai looked at Grymir's army and pouted.

"Every girl is entitled to a little fun." She stuck her tongue out at the retreating figure of Dalaria. "A few minutes couldn't hurt..."

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Cemetery Summons Ch. 24



Night fell across the Sanctuary of the Underworld as a large celestial body in the sky passed through the sightless red orb farther out on its journey through the heavens. What had once been bright red dust and dark plants scattered here and there now turned to deep scarlet and dark indigo hues. The onset of night brought a quiet to the land that made things seem as if the cataclysm of two massive armies was not at hand.

The stone spires of Dalaria's fortresses and the wall surrounding them were silent, manned by silent figures in armor, the darkness betraying very little of their forms to those around, save for the firelight that kept their eyes useful.

Opposite the defenses lay an army of truly epic proportions. Some claimed that it was the largest number of beings ever assembled within the Second Circle, even greater than those of the Nine Circles War of old. Within a maze-like complex of swimming shapes and black specters lay an incubus in deep thought. Several hundred members of the army had been permitted their own lodging, and all of them had their own housing to return to if they so chose, but some slept together, which was not odd for the Second Circle's denizens were much known to do so often.

This night, however, while things were quiet all across the camp, a silent onlooker crept through the seams of the army's defenses, slipping through shadows, taking form and shape of nothing that could be comprehended by the sane mind. So stealthy was this midnight visitor that it was unnoticed by everyone awake, even as it entered the young incubus' tent.

Inside, there was not much to be had. The army had taken root across a wide sweep of land, and the few that had wills of their own had made camp within ruins of an age long gone and forgotten by many. Against a blanket the incubus lay, naked, eyes closed in deep thought. The visitor crept silently into his tent, and finally took form with a slight, barely audible giggle in glee.

"Hey, who is that?" Jack asked, feeling a hand creeping up his side. "Ekana, I swear to God if it's you..." He opened his eyes, and before he could even think to sit up, a hand was clamped over his mouth and two wide, curious eyes stared at him in the darkness.

"Shush now, be quiet," the eyes' owner said.

Jack smiled. "Anat-"

The hand made him silent again and a pair of lips soon took its place. The voice, which sounded familiar to Jack, shushed him again. "Hush. I don't know how you knew it was me, but be quiet and you can make this very enjoyable," she whispered.

Jack grinned and kissed Anathane's lips softly again. "Whatever you say," he replied coolly. His arms snaked around her waist almost mechanically, and his brow furrowed momentarily. This didn't feel the same same as t usually did. Was she...

Yeah, probably. She was changing shape to make it interesting. Jack liked that she was trying hard to make their sex memorable, but what she didn't realize was that by just being the one doing it with him she was making it memorable. That she was trying, Jack appreciated to a high degree.

"You wanna know something?" Jack asked in the most seductive tone he could manage.

"What's that?" the demon whispered back.

"I'm thinkin' that a blowjob would be really nice about now. Maybe I could get you off too?" he offered. Anathane paused for a few seconds before giving the tip of his nose a soft kiss.

"Sounds like an excellent plan," she purred, switching positions so that she was lying on top of him with her head at his crotch. Before she could get to work, Jack was already pushing his tongue past her wet folds and exploring territory that she had changed just for him, just to make it interesting. He let out a little chuckle that turned into a groan as she engulfed his throbbing cock hungrily.

"Tasty enough for ya?" he asked before teasing her clit with the tip of his finger.

"So hard," she murmured. "I'm glad I played with you now."

"You didn't have to play much to get me hard," he mused as he worked on her. Her scent permeated her entire being, sickly sweet, fragrant. It smelled almost like chlorine and jasmine, and a little bit like vanilla too. It wasn't her usual smell, but it turned him on nonetheless. He drove his tongue into her with renewed vigor.

She gasped suddenly and sucked harder and longer with every passing second. Jack found it a little bit difficult to focus on her while he was being pleasured so wholly. He traced patterns in her flesh, tickling little nerve bundles with the tip of his tongue, caressing ridges of sensitive tissue with the rough surface.

Likewise, she paid attention to the finer details of her fellatio and soon enough, Jack found himself approaching the edge. He wanted to keep going, but he realized that one shot might be all that he could get out of this joyride, and he wanted to make the most of it while he could.

"Wait a second. Switch back to before."

She gave a confused reply, "Huh? Why?"

"I sorta want this to end with us looking into each others' eyes. I know it sounds corny, but-"

She was already repositioned before he could finish. "No, it's very sweet. Here, let's finish." She sank down on his rigid member and elicited a moan from Jack's lips. He pushed up and buried himself down to the hilt inside her. She let out a soft moan and hey began to find a common pace between them.

Their rhythm wasn't particularly hard or fast, but it was good, and strong. Jack felt her insides shifting to take him in, and yearning to keep him there as he pulled back, only to oblige and bury himself in the cleft of her thighs without pause. She squashed her big boobs against his chest and he felt his body jolt at the feeling of their bodies in the most intimate position there could be. Virtually every erogenous zone they had touched each other.

Jack looked up into his lover's eyes and their faces drew closer. He could feel her breath against his cheeks, warm, familiar. Their foreheads connected and Jack felt something in his heart begin to overflow. They were going to get married and have kids someday. The very thought of that becoming a reality was enough to make him cry.

"I love you so much, Anathane."

"What?" she asked, her eyes slowly moving away from his.

"I love you, Anathane," Jack repeated, giving her a hard thrust to get his point across.

"Ana...Anathane?" she said, in a tone of disbelief.

Jack propped himself up on one elbow as their rhythm came to a low point, and then to a halt altogether. "Yeah, Anathane, what's wrong? Are you okay?"

The pair of eyes turned into pans of aquamarine blue fire.

"How do you know that name?" she snarled, taking Jack by the neck.

Jack's head thumped angrily at him as circulation to and from it was cut off in an instant. He tried to pry Anathane's hands away from his throat, but to no avail. "Anathane, cut it out! You're choking me!" he gasped.

"Why are you calling me Anathane?!" she thundered.

"Because you are Anathane! What's wrong with you?!" Jack yelled back. He finally managed to loosen the grip on his neck and gasped for breath. The fiery blue eyes stared at him like hatred given form.

"How do you know Anathane?" she asked, taking her hand from his neck to grab his wrist, and imprisoning the other with her opposite hand. She pinned him to the floor and growled like an animal about to devour its prey. "Tell me, or I will kill you here."

"Jack?" came a voice from outside the tent.

"Incomplete boy? What's going on? Not cheating on me, are you?"

Light from a lantern lit up the tent, and Jack found not Anathane on top of him, but another woman entirely. If the blue soul flame wasn't enough to give him a clue, the different body structure was. And the fact that Anathane stood at the mouth of his tent served to let him know that this was not his lover.

The woman holding Jack to the floor turned her head and suddenly froze. She looked as if she were seeing a ghost before her eyes, or something that shouldn't have been there, but existed in front of her regardless. Her eyes softened back to shining orbs in a second.

"...Anathane..." she murmured in shock.

"Mother?!" exclaimed the bronzed goddess.

"Mother?!" Jack shouted, looking between the two women in sheer disbelief and horror. Both women looked at him, followed by Nyx, and then a number of people gathered at the entrance of Jack's tent to see what the commotion was all about. The woman stood, Jack completely forgotten now.

"Anathane...is it you? Am I seeing things that are not real?" She stepped forward like a drunkard, slowly, weak-kneed. She stretched out a hand toward Anathane, who swatted it away unhappily and strode over to Jack with a concerned look written all over her face.

"Oh, Jack, what did she do to you? Mother, how could you? How could you do this to Jack?" she demanded, astonished.

"Anathane, I can't believe it's you! It truly is!" The woman leapt upon Anathane with a joyful look and kissed Anathane's face all over, laughing and crying at the same time, wrapping herself around the demon like a snake. Anathane fought her off and kept her at bay with a number of purple tentacles now jutting from her back.

"Mother, how could you sleep with him?" she asked again.

"Anathane, it's been so long since we met, and that's all you can ask? You're not happy to see me, at all?" the woman questioned, still crying tears of joy.

"You were fucking my fiancé! Of course I'm not happy!" roared the teal-haired demon in return, balling her fists.

"Of fuck, I'm so sorry Anathane," Jack said, trying to smooth over the fact that he'd been...fucking Anathane's mother. "I, I thought it was you, you know...pulling one of your pranks again. I'm sorry."

The demon turned to him and her gaze softened. "I'm not mad at you Jack, honest." She knelt down and wrapped her arms around Jack's shoulders to show that she had no animosity toward him. She looked back at her mother and growled.

"However, as for you, I'm furious. How could you fuck Jack? You're trying to steal him from me! He's gonna be your son, not your husband!" she whined. "Anatithenai, why?"

"Anatihenai?!" shouted Nyx and Ekana almost in unison.

"She's your mother?!" the succubus blurted out, swinging an arm toward the more ancient of the two demons. "Anathane, your blood ties to her are by birth?"

"Of course," Anatithenai replied, wiping away tears. "Who else's daughter wound she be? I mean, just look at what she can do? She's like me in a lot of ways, including having a taste for those solid boys."

"Mother!" Anathane whined. "You always do this! Stop it!"

"But you are like me, down to the way you can manipulate your body," affirmed Anatithenai with a confident nod.

"There is no way in the Nine Circles that you can be her mother. There's just no fucking way." Nyx was astonished beyond measure, rooted to the stop where she stood in awe.

"How could I not be? Who else but the original slime could be her mother if she can do all the things she can with her mind and body. Cute little thing, my precious flower." The lower half of her elegant, curvy body collapsed into a miasma of goo and she seemed to glide across the floor toward Anathane.

The latter of the two bared her long fangs. "You seem to have gotten over the fact that I'm here very quickly, mother. Were those tears just for show?"

Anatithenai stopped. "No, honey, you have no idea how happy the fact that you're safe and sound has made me. But I am so angry at Dalaria right now that I cannot cry. My fingers itch, I am so furious, but I love you so much as well; I can neither be angry nor cry in joy."

"What's your vendetta against Dalaria?" Anathane asked, lessening her anger toward the demon before her. Anatithenai's skin faded to a translucent blue color and her eyes receded into the liquid mass of her face, two glowing orbs in a writhing sea of watery slime.

"She told me that she had you locked up in a dungeon and threatened to kill you if I ever disobeyed her. She said she would release you if I complied for one million years. I'm so happy you're safe!"

She leapt upon Anathane and began to weep profusely into her daughter's arms. The two just sat there for a while in the light of the lamp, one crying, one simply glad that her future husband was alright. Anatithenai's tears eventually stopped and she regained a measure of her composure. After kissing Anathane all over, she turned to the incubus beside her.

"You weren't bad," she remarked, tendrils of her body slowly creeping up his legs. "I felt something inside you that I've not ever seen before. It was almost, well, the closest word I can think of is hybrid. But something can't feel hybrid, now can it?"

"I guess not," Jack agreed uneasily, attempting to move away from the slime dragging him toward the demon.

"Don't be afraid. I won't kill you this time when we finish, I promise," she cooed, extending an arm toward him.

"I don't think so," Anathane snorted, tugging Jack out of her mother's grip. "Jack is mine, and mine alone for now. Only Fain, Niaf, and Elassa may share him with me. That's what we agreed on, just us four. No more!"

"Not even your mother? Have you no appreciation for the amount of hard work, effort, and pain it took for me to give you the gift of life?" teased the elder of the two.

"Anathane was not molded by her mother," snorted the bronzed demon.

"And she was not raised by her either."

"And we are our own person!"

"We aren't you!"

"We're Anathane!"

"Anathane, calm down; it's okay," Jack told her, hugging her with one arm and putting a hand against the back of her head to draw their faces together. "Don't get mad. It's okay. I don't know how moms are supposed to be, but I know how annoying some people can be. Just take it in stride instead of getting mad, okay?"

She gave him a defiant look, but her mood gave way to even his tiniest wishes now, and her wall of enmity toward her mother came crashing down in an instant. Their lips met briefly and she heaved a heavy sigh in compliance.

"Only for you, incomplete boy. Only for you," she said. She pinched his ass sharply and then led her mother out of the tent, not seeing the dirty wink the elder gave Jack as they and most of the others left. Volna stayed, but only briefly.

"You don't happen to have any of her on you still, do you?" the greedy demon asked.

"What do you mean by 'any of her' on you?"

Volna's brow knitted momentarily. "Any girl goo? Juice, saliva, hair, blood? Anything that isn't you pretty much." She waited patiently for Jack to check himself over.

He shrugged. "Nope."

Volna's eyes fell. "Not even a single hair?"

"Nope," Jack answered again.

"Fuck" Volna sighed, leaving. "Would have made me a fortune. Now I'll never get it."

With all his visitors for the night gone, and several members of Grymir's army patrolling his tent on a silent vigil, he went to sleep and tried to think about what a wedding in hell would be like. It was a pleasant thought that carried him the whole night.

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A/N: It's been two months since I last updated. Sorry, I participated in NaNoWriMo and won again this year. I read through this chapter and realized that several parts do not flow very well. However, instead of rewriting what took me two months to get down in OpenOffice, I just left it how it was with a few minor touch-ups. And, I just now realized that the sex, if it's still that, ain't so good anymore. So, I'll leave it to you guys: do you want me to include sex in the remaining chapters, or just finish the story? You vote. Until then, thanks for all the support and I hope you'll keep reading.

P.S. Double Down Dave, something about your username is fascinating to me, so I'm going to put you in here somewhere. 



Cemetery Summons Ch. 25



The next morning, Anatithenai was waiting for him on her knees with reddened, sad eyes that had obviously cried recently for no short amount of time. The incubus slowly pushed himself up and managed to scrounge around for his clothes before the great demon took him into her arms and crushed him against her curvaceous, semi-solid form.

"My daughter has become one being again," she said sadly, cradling Jack in her embrace as if he were and answer to her woe's fixing.

Jack sighed. "She finally left?" he asked solemnly.

"Yes. She bade me wish you luck, and then she said that if you two did not meet again, that you were her only, truest love, and that she would love you even after death did you part," relayed the demon to Jack sadly, tears streaming down her cheeks as darkened purple stains upon a shimmering, translucent blue face.

"If she's back there, then that means Anthony is with her. Anatithenai, there's not much to worry about now. If they're together, there's not much that can scratch them." The incubus pushed gently from the embrace and stared into the navy blue eyes of his future mother.

"You trust the human?"

"With my life," Jack replied without hesitation, and then stood. The slime, as she had referred herself to being the first, rose with him and gathered the remained of his clothing. She dressed him for battle, and very gently took his sheathed blade and placed it in his hands.

"If my daughter is fighting a war of her own, then we shall finish ours with all due haste and join her. Dalaria is going to serve as the object of her vengeance, and mine, and yours. I will make sure that Anathane is able to take part in her overdue demise."

The two left Jack's tent and met with the others. (excluding Grymir and Kadae, for the battle had begun before sunrise and they were on the march currently) They looked armed for the coming fight, and Jack had little to say to them besides that they should stay alive for the party that was going to be held at his wedding, which he promised would include an orgy that few could say they had seen the rival of, or would claim for the next thousand years.

After the relative pleasantries were exchanged, they marched on Dalaria's ring of defense, and when they arrived within bowshot of the walls, they found a place of carnage and death. Thousands lay dead on the ground before the mighty walls of black stone and mortar. Still, the defense held and the walls teemed with soldiers in Dalaria's service. Anatithenai made for the nearest tower, but Jack stopped her before the guards atop the wall took notice of her.

"Hold on!" he said.

"I am going to tear this wall down piece by piece to find that whore!" Anatithenai snarled.

"Well, at least let everyone get behind you. We need a plan before we can run up there. You see what they've done to Grymir's army so far. I don't want it to happen to us too," Jack said, hoping that his acting more confident would make up for Anathane's absence.

Anatithenai yielded, but only just so.

The group gathered, and the plan was laid out to penetrate the wall in a double attack. First, Anatithenai would move out alone and draw as much attention as she could before hugging the wall itself and avoiding the bolts of light arcing down from the towers and the storm of arrows from behind the wall.

Next, Volna and all the troops that could be mustered, would follow in suit and Anatithenai would pushed them atop the walls, where they would fan out and dismantle the defenses nearby by killing the warlocks using their magic from the safety of the towers.

Meanwhile, Anatithenai would be dismantling the wall herself and creating an entrance for the Army of Darkness, who for all its size and skill, was unable to mount or penetrate the wall as of yet in any place. The defenders simply had too many men too well entrenched in their defenses to yield easily. And speed was of the essence.

As soon as the plan was set, Anatithenai began, hurling herself forward with hundreds of members of the Army of Darkness at her flanks. A hail of arrows came down around her, decimating the shade-like warriors around her. The arrows passed through her liquid form like she wasn't even there, and she continued unfazed and enraged still.

Jack looked upon her like she was an avatar of death, a mighty angel send by God to smite those that had wronged the world of man in an epic storm of divine punishment and anger. She fit the description perfectly, for she didn't wait for Volna and the others to start moving before she began tearing at the walls, sinking her fingers into the very flesh of the stone, tearing it out in great chunks to spread on the ground around her. White flashes of light blasted craters in the ground behind her, but she paid less than no attention to them as she drove her hands into the stone, and yanked free more and more pieces at a time.

Her companions reached her with few casualties, and she wrapped them from the waist down in her own essence, raising them with tendrils of her body up to the top of the wall, where the defenders were ill-prepared to face them in close quarters.

Volna and Veshana were the first to enter the fray, and as soon as Veshana's huge blade caught flesh, the battle had been decided. She slew the defenders in droves, each sweep of her massive blade cleaving away more than half a man at a time. With a great roar, she impaled four archers on her blade, and tossed them over the wall to add to the blood and chaos below.

Anatithenai nearly threw Jack up with the others when it came to be his turn to ascend. Once the stones were beneath his feet, he was ducking for cover and had his sword drawn. Apparently, the archers behind the wall were now picking them off from where they stood. Jack and the others served an easy target, as they had no cover from the deadly accuracy of their foes.

Jack met up with Ekana, who shouted insults down at the archers below, fangs and claws bared in anger. She threatened them with some things that made Jack's blood run cold just to hear. Two arrows passed through one of her wings and she shuddered violently.

"Having fun?" Jack asked.

"You have no idea how much that turned me on, Jack. But fuck, if one really gets me, then I could be done for. If I could tear their fucking throats out from here, I would do it in a heartbeat."

"Then let's go. We can jump down, right?" Jack offered, watching the expression on the succubus' face change to a sly grin.

"You really wanna try throwing your life away like that?" she asked, even though she flared her wings and motioned for several others to come over. "Well, looks like she found ourselves a daring leader here."

"Doesn't look it," said Jaelani, winking at Jack.

"Whatever. Let's just go before more of them get here," Jack said, leaping off the wall with his blade raised over his head. His eyes erupted into white flames, and his wings sprouted from his back in an instant. He let out an incoherent roar and slammed feet-first into an archer whose expression was between fear and sheer disbelief that a human meteor was falling out of the sky toward him.

Jack cleaved an arm off and blood splashed over his leather jerkin. He was so scared that he could hardly think straight beyond instinct, and barely dodged the short blades swung at him. More of his allies packed around him, Ekana especially staying near his side and slashing anyone willing to enter her long, deadly reach.

Jack parried a blow from an armored soldier with a two-handed sword and full armor. The incubus realized suddenly, that this man had seen an infinite number of battles more than Jack had, and he was an excellent swordsman because of it.

He barely managed to dodge and squirm out of the way of every lighting-quick blow, striving just to stay away from the sharp point and edge of his opponent's blade. He made no offensive move, and soon found himself unable to keep his body out of harm's way. The soldier slashed his arm and Jack yelped in pain.

A pair of wounds appeared on his side, and luckily, the chainmail took most of the impact for him, but still left him with blood seeping through the links. Jack gave an animalistic cry and sliced his foe's blade in half, cutting through armor and flesh as well. The demon's eyes rolled back in his head and he fell, coughing up blood. Jack stabbed down through his stomach and finished him off. He felt lucky that his blade was sharp enough to cut anything he hit hard enough. He'd have to thank Anathane again later for that.

He cleaved a bow in half and kicked its owner in the knees, sending the archer to the ground. Jack slashed his side and Ekana leapt upon the poor demon, tearing him to pieces in seconds. She raised a howl in satisfaction and bounded into another archer nocking an arrow on his bow.

Suddenly, a swell of warriors pushed past Jack and the others and swarmed among the archers and the approaching soldiers with great swiftness and ease. Jack relaxed his defense a little in the wake of the Army of Darkness' advance, and Ekana backed away from the fore of the battle toward him, taking up the role of Anathane's clones for the time being.

"Well, it was fun while it lasted," she muttered. "I haven't had an excuse to kill anyone in a great long while, so this was good for me."

"I'm just glad you could get your frustration out like this," Jack said, alluding to something he's been subject to in the recent past.

Ekana gave him a sideward glance. "Don't think I won't ever try again, pussy. I can roll all over you and you'll just let me like always. Because I'm the only one who'll go through with her idle threats," the said, tracing the underside of his jaw with a single bloody claw in the most seductive manner she could.

"Not while he's under my care," said a powerful voice.

Both Ekana and Jack turned to see Anatithenai approaching, her giant fists shrinking back to their normal sizes now that the wall was breached and the Army of Darkness taking up the task of dismantling the wall further to allow greater access to the hinterlands of the Sanctuary of the Underworld.

"Well, aren't you late to getting up there? I thought you were gonna stay at the front the whole time until we found Dalaria?" Jack said, confused.

Anatithenai looked down at him and smiled. "Anathane made me promise to protect you, and so I'm going to do that now. I could split myself into pieces, but then I wouldn't be me anymore."

"You mean like Anathane?" Ekana asked, licking the blood off her hands between words.

"No. Anathane can absorb the parts back into the whole after they split. If I split, then it is permanent and there is an entirely new being independent of my will. I could do that, but I fear that she would not be so...sensitive to my precious flower's wishes for me not to further divide her fiancé's attention."

"Oh, well, let's not have that happen," Jack said with reddened cheeks.

"Let's get moving. I'm sure the faster we break Dalaria's defenses, the sooner she will call off the attack on Anathane and my daughter will join us with the warlock." Anatithenai paused for a moment, and then she gave Jack a half, smile. "That warlock was quite interesting. I shall have to ask his lover for permission to steal a bit of his time."

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Meanwhile, Anthony sat inside of Anathane's greater form, surrounded by the copies of the great demon that were mustered from the depths of God-knows-where to defend who they referred to as 'the core'. Apparently, she was the most ancient and profoundly confusing of all the Anathanes there were. She was the one that took all the information they possessed and processed it.

Anthony had very little parts to play in the grand scheme of things, now that he had been sucked back into this place and reunited with his body, which he found had been abused severely by the numerous naked forms around him that stared at his erect manhood so affectionately. Many of them had seen fit to use him while he had been 'sleeping', that is, while his body and soul had been two different forms.

The core hadn't stopped them, and she had said she would explain why, but never got around to doing that because of Dalaria's minions. Right now, they were swarming her body like a million tiny ants on the back of a beached whale. Anathane said that she was in little danger of dying now that he was here, but so far, Anthony couldn't tell why, for he had done nothing but sit here for several hours before the core.

As if she were reading his thoughts, she addressed him sweetly after a dozen or so clones hurried off down a corridor.

"Anthony, come here," she said. "I'm sorry I put you off for so long, but it's not everyday I have to defend myself. I would be down there with Jack if Dalaria hadn't used binding magic to keep me here. But now that I'm completely here again, I'm going to use you to break those spells and free myself."

She smiled warmly at him, causing a chill to run down his spine.

"I get the feeling this involves a lot more than just my blood, huh?" Anthony guessed.

"You are more perceptive than they give you credit for, Anthony. Tell me, have you lost your sight completely by any chance?" She was so blunt about it that Anthony knew she couldn't have meant to hurt him with the question.

"Yeah, but I can feel you guys around me. It's weird. Are all blind people like this?"

"No," replied the demon, "Just you warlocks."

"Alright then. Well, now that I've got the time to ask you; what part do I play in you fighting all these other demons? I can't really kill them but one at a time, and even then, I run a high risk of, you know, being killed myself. You know, being blind and all?"

"Oh, no, I never expected or planned for you to be out there fighting. Satan forbid I risk you without Kan's approval! But, I do have plans for you. How much do you know about rituals having to do with intensity?" she asked.

"Intensity?" Anthony repeated. "As in strengthening someone physically? Only a little. I know that it needs a lot of sexual energy..." His voice faded.

Well, shit.

"You see where this is going, don't you?" she guessed.

"Well, might as well happen now rather than when it's too late," Anthony offered. His body was reeling at the fact that he was about to fuck possibly the most beautiful creature he had ever laid eyes upon, well, besides Kan. Kan was his pride and joy and he would rank her above everyone else when it came down to it. But damn, Anathane was hardly what someone would call an unlucky find.

"I agree. And though it will not be me who is the one arousing you, I hope you can still find pleasure in saving me," she said. With a snap of her fingers, which Anthony assumed was just a formality or courtesy for him, the floor opened up and Anthony slid down a tunnel that deposited him a long way down beneath the core's room.

Here, the air was thick and humid, and smelled of sweat and toil and sex. Suddenly, Anthony grew uneasy and began to have second thoughts and doubts about agreeing to see a new Anathane to be his partner in sex. Something about this place made him think that she was going to enjoy being on top far too much.

But, even so, he got to his feet and walked, hands forward to alert him to anything in his path, toward the woman he could feel was nearby. He stumbled a little, and used the wall as a guide until the woman noticed him after about a minute of dumb movement on Anthony's part. He heard her stand and walk over to him.

"I know you. You're that guy, Jack's friend, right? Did the core send you?"

"Yeah," Anthony answered, trying not to enjoy the scent that pervaded the demon's entire body. Anthony felt a little guilty that the image of a sweaty, panting Anathane turned him on, a lot.

"Well then, let's get to work. Put your arms around me and we'll get started." Anthony reached out and she gently took him by the wrist and put his hand against her back. Anthony found several cables sticking out of her back, and with his other hand, felt more. He counted ten in all.

"What are these?" asked the warlock curiously, tugging a little on one of the cables.

Anathane sighed. "If the core is the soul of Anathane. And, I guess in terms of anatomy, I'm the heart. I keep things running around here, no matter what it is or does, my work makes it do what it needs to. Those tubes are the arteries and veins."

"Oh," Anthony said dumbly. "Must be a hard job."

"It's a lonely job, fantasizing alone to keep everyone else happy. But I have a little company now."

She pulled Anthony down to his knees and followed in suit, straddling him on her knees. Anthony wanted to look at her, but his blindness prevented him from doing so. Anathane sighed again, and lowered herself onto his rigid erection. Anthony ground his teeth.

"Sounds like you have a lot of work to do around here," he said, holding onto her tightly. A thrum of energy pulsated from her body like the continual beating of a giant drum.

"Usually there isn't much to do around here, but recently, things have gotten very tumultuous. It's been a very long time since the core has asked me to work harder." She started to bounce up and down on his cock, and it had been so long for Anthony since he'd even had a cock connected to his body that he was going crazy on the inside. It was all he could do not to howl.

"Could ya...maybe, go a little faster?" he asked, trying not to sound like a jackass.

"Sure thing," she said. She quickened her pace and Anthony found himself thoroughly enjoying the subtle actions her body took to pleasure him. It was like that time with Limarei; her insides tried to suck him back in as their sexes parted. But this was different.

Every inch of her pussy seemed to act of its own accord, twisting different ways, tickling him, weaving gently around him. He was panting after a few minutes of it all. He could hardly stand the methodic, exact rhythm that Anathane had set.

She was like a piston; up and down, up and down, no extra movements, nothing special. She simply set a rhythm and motion, and repeated it a thousand times over. Anthony had never had the same places pleasured like this again and again in quick succession. His hips jerked of their own accord as her juices made both their sexes slick.

"I'm gonna cum soon if you keep it up like this," Anthony panted, squeezing the cables that jutted from the demon's skin.

"Good," she said, and quickened her pace. Not only that, but everything inside of her suddenly switched directions and began moving and weaving and twisting in reverse. Anthony felt his eyes roll back in his head for a second before he regained control of himself. There was no way anything could feel this good.

"You ready?" he asked her.

Her reply came in the form of a deep kiss. Her tongue was in the back of his throat before he could even tell that their lips had touched, and it took him much effort to get his own tongue around it. While his attention had left his hips, she sank down and waited, letting the motions of her insides do the work.

Anthony felt an orgasm slam his mind into a state of euphoria and his entire body went slack. He plaster her insides with semen for what seemed like hours. She grabbed him in both arms and cradled him against her body until he raised his arms again and blinked away the urge to quit. While he collected himself, he heard her panting for the first time.

"I'm glad you're blind. If you were afraid of Kan when you first saw her, then you wouldn't like me now. You might not have even liked me before," she commented, slowly bringing Anthony back to hardness.

"Why's that? I've seen Anathane with horns before."

"I'm not like the others. I'm the muscle of Anathane, so I have a more muscular, less feminine body that the rest of me. You might not like to see me." She kissed him again, briefly, and then rose from his body. The smell came off her like a fog and Anthony almost lost himself in it. God, he couldn't understand what it was about her that turned him on.




Cemetery Summons Ch. 25



"So what now?" breathed the warlock, getting in a more comfortable position to sit in.

"You are going to be sent to another. Now I can give everyone what they need," she murmured. There was an electric hum that gradually grew in volume and fullness, and soon, the air itself seemed to intensify with power. Anathane began panting.

As her breathing became hoarse, Anthony felt the floor beneath him disappear and he slid down another tunnel that took him to another chamber unlike the one before. This one was filled with activity. A strong breeze gave him a slight shill and he shivered all the way down his body. He reached around for something to hold onto, but there was nothing within reach.

"Thanks Anathane!" cried a voice.

"Ngh!" came the reply, as if the person who owned the voice were in the middle of a powerful orgasm.

"Well, she seems to be getting right back on schedule," said Anathane.

"Rightly so," said the same voice, but in a different tone.

"Hello? Anathane?" asked Anthony, reaching out at random with both arms extended. Two hands met each of his palms and he felt two Anathanes beside him.

"Hi! I'm Left Anathane!"

"And I'm Right Anathane!"

"But you can just call us Left and Right. If you're wondering, you're in Anathane's 'lungs' right now, hence all the air," said the one on the left. "We were chosen to be lungs because we're almost exactly alike, except that we don't agree on everything. Like, for one, I want to ride your face."

"And I want to ride your cock!" said the other.

"Moving on now...Right, you're such a whore! Stop staring at it!"

"I can't help it!" whined Right. "And you're acting so high and mighty! I see you watching out for that tongue. Shame on you- Oh, we're the lungs because we're both windbags, get it?"

"The core was really a fun person until Jack came, and then she got all grumpy and serious," pouted Left.

"Well, that's not really true, Left, she just got a lot more, uh, selective about who she wanted to bring in. Now we're only allowed to have sex with Jack. But you're the exception, Anthony! Don't you feel lucky?"

"So, the core made you two the lungs because you're virtually twins and...you talk a lot?" Anthony reiterated for them in one sentence what they couldn't do in ten. They both hugged him, maybe in an attempt to hug each other. Anthony couldn't tell.

"You're so smart! Yes, that's exactly it. The core did it in her fun days, when she used to come down here and dance with us for years, teach us things about the outside world, protect us whenever we were afraid. We were always making the girl upstairs mad."

"We used to shoot jets of air up at her right when she was about to cum! Hey, remember that one time that she came down here and the core didn't get here in time?"

"Which one? Where she pinned us down and made us show her how to perform cunnilingus?"

"Hehe! I remember that! That was fun! And then the core showed everyone how to do it right. Gods, I had a great two days after that. Remember how long we just sat there sixty-nining, with nobody else around? I swear, cum got all all over us!"

Anthony interrupted briefly. "Uh, sorry to intrude, but someone's coming down, fast," Anthony said. Both demons fell silent as the new Anathane dropped into the room and touched the floor with the quietness of a crouching panther. Anthony could feel her gaze fall on him.

It was the core.

"Did I not make it clear that if you two didn't excite him, that we were going to die? The Heart already did her job with time to spare, which you have now wasted. Do you not wish to see Jack again? Or do you simply want to die?" asked the powerful figure.

"No, we'll get right on it- him!" said Left.

"Now shoo! We've got work to do!" said Right, giggling.

The core was leaving, but stopped half way. "By the way, before I forget, I learned that mother came back for us last night. If we hurry here, then we'll be able to refute her claim to Jack before she can dig herself into him. You remember how hard it is to get her out of a man she's into, right?"

With that, she left the bubbly duo to their own devices.

"Oh, I hate mother!"

"She steals everyone! I don't even see why everyone chooses that old cow over us! I mean, how old do we look Anthony?"

"Yeah, how old do we look?"

Anthony's mood soured. He pointed to two milky white eyes and frowned. "And you think I can tell? Fuckin' assholes." Anthony sat down and folded his arms across his chest as the two women stood there in shock.

"Oops! Hey, don't pout!"

"Yeah, it was just a joke- accident!"

"C'mon?"

"Sorry? Please don't be mad," they pleaded, with no heart or effort.

"Fuck off," Anthony said, and spun around so he wouldn't even have to look in their direction. He felt them close in behind him, and soft giggles heralded their otherwise quiet approach. Fingers traced the curvature of his body without touching him, causing his hair to rise in anticipation.

"Look, he's getting excited!" whispered one of the demons.

"Shhh!" warned the other, trying to suppress laughter.

"I'm going for it!"

"What the-" Anthony didn't have any more time to speak, because a pair of thighs suddenly wrapped themselves around his neck, and the body attached to them smothered him in an instant. Anathane leaned forward and Anthony fell to the floor with her legs still locked around his neck. The other Anathane suddenly began to rub his cock.

"How's that pole, Right?"

"About as good as yours, Left. Had a lot of practice? That was a nice bit there, doing a handstand to bend over in front of him. I wish he could've seen it."

"You shut up. My poles are none of your business!" Left addressed Anthony now. "Go on now, get excited. I know you like the taste. You liked Heart's smell enough."

"Mph!" Anthony replied, a bit reluctant to start because Kan was the only one he had ever done this to. But Anathane just encouraged him with more words and gently rolling her hips. She positioned herself in a way that forced him into opening his mouth wider, or not breathing. He growled slightly, but went ahead with what she wanted him to do.

He pushed his tongue inside of her and found that Right was flicking her tongue across his cockhead as he was trying to focus on Left's pussy. He wasn't helping his split attention that she began to say things to him, her mind spilling out of her mouth in a torrent of dirty things she said she wanted to do.

Left and Right both began to think aloud, their tones seductive and velvety. He wondered if this is what Jack must've felt like up until the day everyone had gotten whisked away. Two girls all over him, one feeling his pulse through his cock with her tongue. He grinned widely and Left grabbed his hair with both hands.

"Right there," she whispered.

Anthony felt Right rub her pussy against his shaft and he groaned hoarsely. She sank down on him and he couldn't help but start to fuck her. She came down and he went up hard. He bucked his hips against her thighs and her pussy started to do its own thing. Her insides twisted and turned like he had expected, and he found it impossible to even try to keep Left pleased with him.

In response to his lack of devotion, the clone sought comfort from Right, and repositioned herself with Right's head between her thighs and her head hovering just above Anthony's. She propped herself up with her arms and smiled down at the warlock, a red tinge coming to her face. Right was already getting to work on her pussy as she urged Anthony with her rolling hips.

"Enjoying Right's dirty work down there, Anthony?" Left asked, nuzzling his nose.

"God," Anthony breathed. His head was spinning at the feel of Left's breasts against his chest, Right's pussy, and everything the two were doing to work up the sexual energy oozing from the threesome.

"Right, we're losing him," Left said gaily. "Time to freshen this bad boy up!" she cried, and locked lips with Anthony. She turned her head and moaned into his mouth, a devious look in her eyes. Anthony didn't see it in time. She took a deep breath and giggled.

It was like kissing a can of compressed air.

A jet of air ran down his throat and into his lungs, so hard that he couldn't take all of it, and it circled back through and came out his nose. His eyes went wide and he coughed heavily as Left rose a couple of inches to give him room to expel the air. He blinked away tears and snarled at her.

"Jesus fuck! What the hell was that for?! Goddamnit, get up! You-"

Anthony's climax hit him like a ton of bricks.

His eyes crossed and his field of vision was flooded with stars. Both Anathanes just acted like it was normal to make someone feel something of ungodly intensity and waited for him to stop having an orgasm-induces semi-seizure. The warlock hardly knew what was happening for about a minute before he was right in the head again.

The two demons got off of him and propped him up between them. One of them sat behind him and held his shoulders, and the other sat in his lap and held his head. Both congratulated him on a job well done. The room filled with electric energy and the floor slowly collapsed beneath Anthony's body.

"Bye-bye!" said Left.

"Hope to see you again soon!" Right teased. Anthony felt himself slip down through another tunnel and he was deposited in a warmer room that seemed to be much larger than the previous two. He could feel the openness about him, and found it to be comforting in a way. He finally had some space to himself.

But it wasn't long before his next friend showed up.

"I'm Brain. You've met Heart, Left, Right, and Soul. I'm the one that keeps things in order around here, provided Heart puts out the right amount of energy. And, so far, what you did to her has her producing more than I need, which is very good. Left and Right are also very pleased with you, and everything is fine. I no longer require your sexual energy or semen."

The way she put it, she made it sound like Anthony was a thing that had outlived its usefulness instead of a person with no job to do at the moment.

"Well," Anthony said. "If I can't be of any use to you, then where do I need to go?"

"You don't need to go anywhere now that we're winning this battle. Soul is doing her job right, and Heart, Left, and Right are doing far better than I had previously expected. Your job is done, so staying here and doing nothing is all you need to do," she said.

"Why"

"Dalaria's minions are already being driven out of our body. Soon enough, we'll have them at bay and we'll get you to break the spell holding us here." She murmured something else, but he couldn't hear it. Anthony sat down on the floor and it seemed to react to his presence, softening where he pressed down, conforming slightly to she shape of his person. He sighed.

"Well, now I know how Jack feels."

"How Jack feels? What do you mean?" Brain immediately seemed more attentive now that Jack's name had been mentioned.

"Yeah, at night, when I had control of, uh, 'your' body, he said he felt bad for being such a big part in all this and actually doing so little for you guys. I feel the same way. I should be doing something, but there's no way for me to do that something. I don't even know what I could be doing for you right now anyway."

"What do you want to be doing right now?" Brain asked.

"Getting Kan back," came the reply. "But I don't even know how."

"Do you remember what we swore to you? Before you and Jack came to hell?" asked the demon.

"Yeah."

"Then sit and gather your strength. We'll bring you your happiness back in time, but we have to be able to act before then. Right now, we are preparing to reunite the two of you." There was a long silence where Anthony sat and listened the the gentle thrum of the demon's body, knowing that elsewhere people were dying in an unpleasant, noisy place.

Anthony smiled faintly. "Anathane, you're a really good friend, you know that?"

"What?" the demon said in confusion. "Why?"

"Because you love Jack more than anything in the world, and you could have chosen to just stay with him forever and abandon everyone else. But you went in to help them, just because I asked you to."

"I'm sorry, I don't have those memories."

"Then let me tell you. I don't want any of you to forget."

*Anthony just sat there with tears running down his cheeks, his whole body numb. He didn't know how he could live without Kan. He loved her with all his heart and soul, and now he would probably never see her again. He didn't want to cry now; he was far beyond that point. He wanted to end it all. Life...just wasn't worth living without her in it.

"Anthony, I can see what you're thinking," Anathane said sternly. "And I can tell you right now that in all my power, I will not let you take your own life!" She slapped him so hard in the face that he was thrown onto his back. She stood up, towering over his kneeling form. Anthony slowly stood to face her.

"Why?" he asked angrily. "She's gone. And I can't even begin to think about living without her! I love her Anathane! I love her!"

"And she loves you more than you could ever know. So you can't kill yourself! Kan is still alive, and as long as she still draws breath, only she can say when your life ends!"

"But what if I never get the chance to see her again?! I can't live like that! Not after what happened! Not after what she gave me!"

"What she gave you?" Anathane repeated. "What was it?"

"I," Anthony squeezed his eyes shut. "I don't know."

Anathane asked, "Can you describe it?"

"It was just this...this thing. We were, you know, 'loving', and then she said that she couldn't live without knowing that I was happy. She made me create a circle and put a mess of weird symbols in it, that even I didn't recognize, and then she just pulled this thing out of her chest. This, this light, and she made me swallow it! I know it was important, because she said that we would never be apart as long as I had that."

"She gave you...a light?" Anathane paled visibly. "Anthony, she gave you her soul flame! She gave you her life! Her...her life, her memories, her everything!"

"Her what?"

"If you kill yourself, she will die too."

Anthony held Anathane for dear life. "Then promise to bring her back to me!"

"I don't know if-"

"Swear it! Please, restore our happiness! Anathane, I'm begging you!"

"I might not be able to get her..." Anathane replied tenderly.

"Please!" Anthony begged, crying now. "Kan gave me everything! Please bring her back! I'll do anything!"

Anathane softened. "I swear to restore your happiness and Kan's happiness, by the souls that reside in my body." She stabbed him in the neck with a sedative and his grip loosened. He looked up into her large red-ringed eyes.

"And please...bring back Jack's loved ones...too..." He drifted off in her arms.*

Anthony looked into Brain's eyes hard, his eyes welling up with tears again from retelling the experience. Even though he was totally blind, he could still feel the emotion churning inside her, even if he couldn't see the look on her face.

"Give me one moment," she said.

The floor sank and Anthony waited to be passed into another room. When he arrived, the sheer number of souls he felt put him to his knees. He clutched his head as the pressure grew exponentially, the souls conversing amongst themselves casually, tearing his mind apart. He felt his chest lock up, and his lungs wouldn't let him breathe.

"Silence," Brain said, and the pressure faded in seconds.

"Thank you," Anthony murmured, rising to his feet.

"Everyone, the time has come. Anthony will free us soon. We will ascend from darkness and raise hell, and return Kan to his arms and Jack to his other lovers. Prepare with the Core. I will be there shortly."

The souls left without a murmur at all, leaving Anthony alone again with Brain. She put a hand on his shoulder and let out a soft sigh.

"Huh?"

"Nothing. I just wanted to tell you that you've done well, for everything that you are. I trust you, if the Core does. Dispel this curse Dalaria has had laid upon us and we will be free to do as we wish."

She left him as well, and gave Anthony the time to begin.

Anthony thought of Kan as he started his work.

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No flags rose from the battlements of the black fortress called Kranorch. Dalaria's banners lay scattered about the ground, trodden on by a million ghostly feet. Her forces lay dead on the ground, their commanders headless and spiked on long poles jutting from the ground at odd angles. Not a single loyal soul to the demon had been left alive.

On top of Kranorch, the temporary war council met again, a map now provided for them so graciously by the dead jailer nearby. They hastily decided that Grymir was going to split half his forces off and take the rest of the fortresses all at the same time, while Jack and the rest of the council, and half of the Army of Darkness, would continue straight for the Second Palace where Dalaria was waiting for them with what Anatithenai claimed to be the majority of her forces.

Grymir immediately left to go do what needed to be done to simultaneously launch the largest battles in the history of the Second Circle. The others were left to their own devices as the large churning mass of soldiers below waited for their commands. Anatithenai stretched, which was odd because she was mostly liquid and had only a solid core that pulsated like a heart every now and again.

She took the form of her voluptuous daughter and curled up beside Jack, entangling her legs with his. The incubus did his best to ignore her as a crude copy of the map was placed down on the floor. (Grymir had take the original with him) They began to argue the best way to get into the Second Palace, and Jack fell out of the conversation before it even began. He didn't know how to do this, so he left it to those that did, namely Nyx, Ekana, Volna, and Corinth, who was a siege captain that had deserted Dalaria's army after a war a few hundred years ago.

"Not going to give your input?" Anatithenai teased.

Jack shrugged. "What could I possibly do but muck up what's already almost a brawl?"

"Oh, you're so silly, incomplete boy," the slime giggled, skin darkening. "I understand why Anathane loves you so much. You've got such a clueless disposition that you actually tell the truth here in hell. I'm so proud of her for finding someone like you instead of someone native to this place." She turned over and push his shoulders to the ground, eyes glowing bright blue. "Don't you wanna fuck me, incomplete boy?" she said in Anathane's voice.

"I'd fuck you if you weren't my fiancé's mom," Jack replied with a smirk.

"So, all I'd have to do is make myself not Anathane's mother and you'd be happy to fuck me?" questioned the smile.

"What? No; I just said...no that wouldn't help you. I won't ever fuck you willingly because I'm only giving my body to Niaf, Fain, Elassa, and Anathane. And if they see fit to let someone else use it, then that's their choice. Until then, hands off."

Anatithenai gave him a kiss. "So you're letting them use you like a toy then?" asked the demon, knowing that she was just goading him into an argument.

"No. It's a mutual agreement that they get to decide what I do with them, and they get to decide what they do with me."

"I dunno," she teased. "Still sounds like you're a toy to me."

"Think whatever you want, Anatithenai. I honestly don't care what-"

Jack's hair suddenly stood up all over his body and his eyes went as wide as dinner plates. Anatithenai stared up at the sky and her face lit up with a bright smile, even before the air began to tremble with raw power. They both knew what was happening.

"I can feel Anathane," Jack whispered in disbelief. He felt her curling around him, gently prodding his flesh through the air. A chill ran through his entire being.




Cemetery Summons Ch. 25



"She's waking! My baby is awake!" Anatithenai shouted, liquid flesh rippling as she stretched toward the heavens with her arms held straight up at the sky. "Anathane, you're awake! You're awake! This is a blessed day! My baby is coming back!"

Everyone looked up at the sky and murmured amongst themselves as the ground shook from the sheer amount of raw energy coursing through the very earth and sky. Jack smiled.

"Let's get moving before Anathane steals our glory," he said. He felt the cool kiss of a young goddess on his neck and showed a vulpine grin.

*

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this chapter as much as you have the previous ones.



Cemetery Summons Ch. 26



Dalaria didn't know how to find a victory with her army, now that Anatithenai was against it. There was nothing she could do to stop the endless wave of troops Grymir brought to the field, and Anathane was waking up, albeit slower that Dalaria's even far-fetched dreams could have predicted. She was lucky the demon wasn't already here. She might have a day to fortify, maybe less now.

Her meager force was no match for the monster that was coming for her, and everyone knew it. However, these were her elite, three of the remaining jailers, their armies, and her personal execution force, created for times such as these where things looked grim. On top of that, she had almost a hundred warlocks under her command. She had only lost one in a decade that wasn't killed by his own magic or by natural decay of his body from over-use, and that was the one that that bitch Kan had killed.

She ground her teeth in frustration and waited impatiently for the arrival of the rodent demon bringing her news of the assassin she had ordered woken up for duty. It wasn't often that she used demons that had to be paid for their work and service, but this was the only one she thought capable of the job. This war had been lost the second Anathane had woken up, but Dalaria could still make one last gamble to give them a Pyrrhic victory.

It would be close, but if she could funnel that boy into the right place, then she would have him trapped and kill him. Anathane would be infuriated, but at least she wouldn't have him and claim victory both. Dalaria grunted as the rodent vied for her attention with a series of squeaks and muttered apologies.

"What?" the greater snapped harshly.

"Milady, she has been awoken. But call he-" Its head was pierced by the long blade of a sword and it fell to the ground in a spray of blood. Dalaria looked up and found her assassin waiting for orders.

"You know my fees are very steep, Dalaria," she said casually, adjusting her helm briefly before looking around the room at the other demons going about their business making the great hall a last line of defense. The assassin paused and then furrowed her brow. "Are things truly this bad?"

Dalaria rolled her eyes and sighed. "No, but they have broken into the Sanctuary of the Underworld and caused me more than my fair share of trouble. I need you to kill their leader when he gets here."

"They're in the Second Palace already? I didn't think you'd call me out so late," the assassin teased, mocking Dalaria blatantly. The demon tried not to let it get too deep inside her. It was all going to end soon anyway; this was nothing compared to what Grymir and Anatithenai had done.

"Believe me," Dalaria replied. "The last face I want to see here is yours, but I have no choices left. Tell me your terms and we can get to waiting for him."

The assassin smirked. "I want my own army, estate, slave army, and the most appetizing souls you can find in this army you're fighting that haven't been brutally maimed already. I assume you still take prisoners?" She said it as if what she was demanding was a single slice of cake out of a ten-layer masterpiece. Dalaria snorted, and briefly thought about what she would have to give up in order to pay the debt, if she had any plans to pay it at all.

"I'll search for the souls, but your army has to come from your hands alone. I may be able to do a great many things someone in my position shouldn't, but raising an army is a serious, blatant offense to the Second Circle."

She had to at least make it seem real.

The assassin shrugged. "Fine, just make sure that when my army is raised, that it gets the equipment it deserves. I would so enjoy watching those fancy swords your bodyguards carry around hang from belts that don't belong to anyone in your service."

Dalaria groaned and bit her bottom lip until it bled to keep from killing the insolent bitch. It was little comfort now that she was going to get killed by Anathane anyway; Dalaria wanted to do it herself and shut the assassin up early.

"Just make sure that this room will be his tomb, and you'll get everything you want. I have other business to attend to. One of my captains can show you what he looks like." Dalaria took two of her bodyguards and left for the furthest dungeon in the Second Palace. She planned to prepare one last blow to that upstart's pride, should worse come to worst and every plan she had laid until now fail miserably.

She passed legions of her soldiers and minions, rushing about down wide hallways and narrow corridors, preparing to do battle with an unstoppable force and sell every inch of ground dearly. They had been instructed to fight for every corner, and force the Army of Darkness, now that it had been drastically reduced in number, to slow its advance in the face of nearly equal numbers.

The ratio of Grymir's bastard offspring clones to her stout soldiers was still nearly forty-to-one, but in the narrow passages and within the constricting walls of the Second Palace, their numbers would matter little. The honeycomb design of the fortress had allowed her to maximize her defensive capabilities and form a strong barrier between her and the coalition raised against her. And everything funneled into one room.

The Guard Quarter was the cork in the bottle. Everything depended on that room being held for as long as possible. She had left two jailers in charge of its defense, and several hundred of her finest, the most fierce and loyal of her troops, to defend it to the last man. If the Guard Quarter fell too soon, the cork would be forced out and the Army of Darkness wouldn't face any organized resistance past it, and overrun the rest of her forces without slowing at all.

She clenched the haft of her axe so tightly her knuckles were bone white. It was all for these three whores, that had broken the laws of Satan, those that preceded everything in the Second Circle. They had blatantly refused to obey the rules, and they now faced their punishment. Dalaria had been unable to sell such worthless and uncooperative merchandise to any of her usual buyers, and all the others were afraid of them.

One, Elassa, was simply too strong-willed to break, and refused to have anything to do with even the most attractive and seductive incubi in all the Second Circle. She had bitten off more than one now-useless appendage, and killed quite a few of the guards that had managed to pacify her for mere hours at a time with severe beatings.

The other two, inseparable, were almost as bad. While they weren't nearly as uncooperative, they schemed constantly and had managed to escape their cells twice while buyers had been looking them over and trying to coax them into showing a taste of what they could give in the way of sexual pleasures. Needless to say, they hadn't been good prospects for sale either.

"Back with another cock that needs biting off?" Elassa chided from within her cell, neon fire illuminating the hateful leer written all over her face.

"Master is going to enjoy our recounting of the day we torture you," Fain said, a baleful dark orange illuminating a blank expression.

Niaf grinned. "And we're gonna fuck him so hard when that day comes. You better believe it, cunt. Its gonna be glor-i-fucking-us!"

"I don't believe that any of you will be doing any fucking for a long, long time," Dalaria spat tiredly. She turned to one of her guards. "Ezti, take the blue one. Renavt, the orange one." The two guards moved to unlock their respective prisoners. When the doors were opened and the chained prisoners brought out, however, the two succubi sprang yet another one of their schemes for escape and murder.

Niaf leapt upon Renavt and flipped over him so that she hung with her back against his, the chain between her shackles catching the demon's throat in a vice. Fain had her hands on the hilt of Ezti's blade. She freed the blade at the same time Niaf pushed her wings through Renavt's chest and tore his insides from his noble body. He dropped to his knees as the succubus' wings receded back into her body.

Dalaria roared a frustrated cry and slashed at Niaf with her axe. The runes along its blade lit up bright white as the succubus's flesh came within an inch of its cold surface. However, Niaf managed to worm her way out of the blow's reach and assist Fain in killing Ezti after a struggle that continually pedaled away from Dalaria. Ezti fell with his own blade lodged between his ribs just feet away from her.

When the twin succubi were together, they made faces at Dalaria, who responded with a swift chop from her fierce weapon. Both ducked, and separated. Dalaria swung back immediately without turning the axe around, and struck Fain in the head with the back of the axehead. The succubus skittered across the floor and stopped against the far wall, bleeding and still. Niaf rushed to her side after rolling beneath another sweep of the great axe.

"Fain! Fain, get up, please! Jack's gonna fuck ya! Like never before, with such love and lust that you won't know what to do with it all!" She gave Dalaria a terrified glance and then resumed trying to rose her twin, to little avail. Blood trickled steadily from the side of Fain's head and her eyes fluttered softly, her mind between unconsciousness and awareness. Dalaria loomed over them like a wolf over its prey.

"Elassa, I'll make you an offer. Niaf can die here and Fain be spared, and you remain locked up, or you can cooperate and spare both of them. You have until I split this nutcase in two." Dalaria smirked and tightened her grip on her axe.

"Elassa, don't!" Niaf shouted. "Don't listen to her! What can my dying do to hurt Jack more than you helping her will?"

Elassa began to weep. "Niaf, if you died, it would kill him."

"He has you three, doesn't he?" the younger of the two asked, choking on her own words. Touching, really, Dalaria thought as she began to raise her axe. If Elassa didn't want to decide, then so be it; there would be only one course of action.

"Niaf, I can't do that!"

"Why not?!"

"Because he decides when you die, not me, or Fain, or Anathane, or Dalaria!"

"But-"

Dalaria prepared to cut Niaf in two.

"Wait!" Elassa shouted at the top of her lungs. "Wait, don't! I'll do it! Don't kill her!" She sank to her knees and cried. "Don't kill her. I'll do it."

Dalaria motioned for Niaf to return to her cell, and the succubus dragged her sister with her, obediently closing the cell door behind her. Dalaria locked it, and then glared down at Elassa while she cried.

"Do you remember anything about your lover's home?" the demon purred.

Elassa's eyes widened in realization and fear.

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The Second Palace was enormous, even by the standards of buildings in hell. It was the height of a skyscraper, and was as was twice as wide as it was tall. Jack could only imagine how large the structure actually was, because it disappeared into a mountain so tall that blocked out the sun hanging in space behind it for the last mile to the fortress.

However large the palace was, it was not very close to the Army of Darkness. The mass of warriors and its leaders were still a day away from the defenses, and had stopped for rest at a site of ruins that had once been a small inn and bathhouse.

Inside, there was still water, but it was filled with algae and pond scum of several unnatural colors. It hadn't seen a patron in what looked like centuries. Grass grew from between the stones. Everything was covered with dirt and dust. Even the erotic murals that had once been covered in bright reds and yellows and apricot, were now faded and flaked away in places.

Ekana sat in the water and rested her head against Volna's thighs behind her. Anatithenai had pulled herself together into a human shape and was busy examining what was left of the murals on each wall and floor. Jaelani and Corinth sat on a stone bench and talked. Nyx, now that there were no more pressing matters at hand, reprimanded her daughter. Thanatos and Hypnos had taken a large contingent of troops and gone off on their own a few days ago, and were due to arrive back in a few hours at the latest.

Jack only stared up at the sky from the edge of the large open-air bath and felt another prickling sensation run up from the small of his back to the crown of his head. Every hair on his body stood on end, and his mind played tricks on him. He heard Anathane whispering to him, only just so however.

They were less than whispers, little phantom noises that prodded at his ears, teasing him with her voice as she grew in strength and power. She was getting closer, and Jack knew it. All he could do was get to Dalaria and end it all as quickly as he possibly could, so he could make everyone happy again.

Jack's attention was caught by Nyx as she started giving orders to a large number of Grymir's shades and jumping up and down excitedly. Soon, she had Anatithenai worked up, and at this point, Jack went over to see what it was all about.

"Oh, good, I don't even have to send for you!" Nyx said, grabbing Jack's arm. "They won't listen to me because Grymir gave them orders to follow you. Let me have a few; we're going to get this bathhouse back in working order."

Jack frowned. "What? I thought this was just a pit stop? How long do you plan on staying here? We have some people to save if you don't remember," he said.

Nyx waved the comment away. "Oh, don't make such a fuss. Grymir said for us to stop for a day while he negotiated a truce between his army and Shebitku's. The jailer said he might switch sides if there was enough glory in it, so Grymir thought he should take the chance and see."

"Then let's keep going anyway," Jack said, impatient now.

"Look," Nyx bargained. "Everyone here. They're tired like a three-legged horse in a race. Give them a day's rest. I promise we'll make up for it tomorrow. They need this, and even me, as great and glorious as I am. Even you need this." Her voice softened at the end.

Jack sighed. "Fine." He turned to the assembled group of shades. "Nyx can tell you what to do now." They suddenly scattered and the dark succubus hugged Jack from the side with a warm smile.

"I promise you won't regret this. I'll make sure we do double time tomorrow for this. Thank you, sweetheart." She gave him a kiss on the cheek and left Jack to his own effects for a while. He just walked outside and sat on the steps of the bathhouse, looking at the massive structure in the distance. Somewhere inside it, there were three souls that he couldn't live without.

He started to cry until Thanatos sat down next to him.

"What saddens you, mortal?" the Greek god asked, impassive.

Jack shrugged. "I don't know. Everything. Anathane's not here to tell me everything's gonna be alright. I can see the place where everyone's locked up, but I can't do anything about what's happening in there. I'm tired and filthy. I just want to go home and sleep forever with the people I love." He put his head in his palm and took a deep breath.

"Then I have good news for you. Look over there," Thanatos said softly. Jack looked where he was pointing, where a huge figure with an equally huge sword and a smaller blue woman were walking toward him. He stood up with a shocked expression on his face.

"Kan? Is that you?" he asked as the two drew near.

"Where's Anthony?" she replied, hurrying over, smiling.

Jack bit his lip. "He's with Anathane. They'll be here soon. You have no idea how much it'll mean to him that you're safe," Jack said, hugging the demon tightly. She returned the hug and kissed his neck.

"I'm glad to see some familiar faces for once. All I get these days are hoods and shadows," she said, jerking a thumb back to the giant floating behind her. Jack let Kan go to make her arrival known to everyone else, and Jack held his hand out to the hooded giant.

"I don't know who you are, but thanks for helping Kan out. On behalf of her lover, you have unmatched thanks for everything you've done." The giant held out his hand, but curled his fingers and retracted it slowly. Jack furrowed his brow. "Uh...sorry, if you don't like being touched. My bad."

"That is not the reason, mortal, I assure you. I am hesitant to touch someone as blessed as you," the giant replied. "I apologize for my rudeness. I am Tirol, fallen angel of the Lord God, loyal servant of of the Lord Lucifer."

"Glad to have you with us, Tirol." They walked up the steps of the bathhouse and found it in use. 

Somehow, Nyx had managed to get it working again, and the succubus herself was relaxing in the clean, steaming water with Anatithenai's form next to her, merging with the water she sat in. Everybody seemed to have taken to slipping into the warm water, even Kan, who was busy talking to Volna about what Jack could only guess was the demon's escapade with Anthony's arousal. It was only a matter of time before Kan found out about the 'cum jar' and the 'blood jar' Volna had stashed away.

Tirol joined Kan, and when he entered the bath, the water level rose nearly an inch. It was considerable displacement, taking in the fact that the bath was about fifty feet long and twenty feet wide. Jack saw Nyx waving him over lazily and he went to see what she wanted. She motioned for him to get into the bath.

"Come on now, don't be that shy and naïve. Just relax for a while. You've been pulled through a keyhole with all these things happening at once. You need a break from it all." She smirked. "And besides, that filthy body needs to get clean before you go see Elassa and your twins. But, I'm sure they'll make you just as filthy in no time anyway."

"Whatever," Jack replied, knowing she was right. Her got into the warm water between Nyx and Anatithenai, and the demon shifted her body to face him. He turned his head as he started washing his face. Anatithenai's aquamarine blue eyes never left his face, nor did her curious leer ever change once while he washed himself off and let his head fall back in relaxation.

"You know, I didn't notice before now, but you've gotten very attractive since you came to my house in Anathane's arms, Jack. When I first saw you, I only saw a poor little incubus, but now I see a strong, toned...sculpted body that I wouldn't mind calling on every now and again for a little fun." Nyx's fingers moved across his shoulders and then she left him alone, murmuring something under her breath.

And now it was Anatithenai's turn.

She got Jack's attention without subtlety or secrecy, which Jack assumed was only because Anathane was gone for the moment. The slime pulled herself into his lap and pushed the front of her body against his. Jack wasn't really surprised by her. Well, he wasn't really surprised by any sudden advances anymore now that they had become somewhat of a regular occurrence.

"So, we have never spoken about your marriage to my daughter, Jack. I would like to do just that right now before Anathane comes back."

"Sure," Jack said, hoping to avoid an unnecessary struggle that would undoubtedly occur if he said no and tried to change the subject.

"If you are willing to marry my daughter, then why would you say you're going to marry three others as well? I'm only curious because Anathane showed some disapproval of it, and I only want the best for my daughter."

"I know Anathane doesn't like that I'm gonna have four wives," Jack said. "But she said that she didn't mind because she loves me and I love her too. She knows Elassa and Niaf and Fain and said that they were okay for me to marry. And I don't need any more approval than that to go ahead and do it."

"Do you not think my daughter is capable of keeping you fully occupied? Do you feel the need to fill a void with other women because Anathane is not enough for you? Are you marrying all of them because she alone is not good enough for you?"




Cemetery Summons Ch. 26



Jack shook his head. "No, that's not it at all. Anathane is actually too much for me as it is, and so are Elassa, Niaf, and Fain. But I love all of them. And I want all of them forever. They all said they loved me, so I'm going to honor that by making it official."

"Don't you think Anathane deserves a little more because she's so much more than your succubi?" asked Anatithenai.

Jack shook his head. "Nope."

"Why?"

"The same reason none of the others deserve more time than Anathane. I love them all equally, and I want to be fair to all of them. I don't plan on having days where I just see one of them either. I plan on spending all the time with all of them."

"Isn't that unfair to Anathane, whose so much more than they are? Who helped fight a war for you. Who risked her life for you on several occasions? Who acted as a rock and shield for you when you needed her?"

"I love Anathane, Anatithenai. Don't ever think I don't. Anathane told me everything she wanted, and I said I could give her that. You know what it was? That I love her until I closed my eyes and drew my last breath and lived no more. And I will never let her down on that account. I will always love her. I will love my wives with all my heart, and I will never betray them." Jack's voice was so firm that it startled him. He hadn't thought something so concrete would come out of his mouth.

Anatithenai seemed to be farther away from him now than she had been at first. Jack didn't know how her face wasn't as close when they were still chest-to-chest. When he looked down, he jumped in surprise at the size of her chest.

Her body had swelled a huge amount in the past minute, and Jack didn't know how he had missed something so drastic. Her tits were as big around as his head each! She smirked at him and arched a brow.

"And what would betraying them entail? Hmmm? Would that mean being turned on by...other sources of love?" Jack could feel his arousal coming to the fore. His cheeks flushed as red as roses.

"No, Anathane said the only way I could betray them is if I spurned their love or ignored them. She said I could sleep with anyone I wanted, as long as it was her bed I came back to at the end of the day."

"Well, you've satisfied my curiosity for now. I just have one more thing I need to talk to you about in private. Nyx, if you would excuse us," the slime said, pushing Jack away from the succubus who merely waved a hand to signal that she had heard anything at all. Once Jack and Anatithenai were alone, the former's chest swelled further and Jack grew suspicious of her intentions. He knew that being alone with her was already the beginning of something bad.

"You don't plan on trying to fuck me, do you?" Jack asked.

Anatithenai suppressed a murky chuckle. "Oh, if you only had the strength to get away from me now," she said.

"H-" Jack didn't even get a single syllable out before she slammed a wall of water into his face and pushed so much into his mouth that it came streaming out of his nose. She glared down at him and pushed her mighty form against him firmly.

"I will not play games with you now, Jack. Personally, I don't think you're worthy of having my daughter. Not even close. In fact, I hate the thought of her being bound to someone as foolish and weak as you. Even if you are special to her, and trust me, you are something different; I do not sanction this marriage between you two."

Jack could only glare. "..."

Anatithenai continued. "I have very little respect for you, or your friends. They're pitiful little things in my eyes, and you are the most insignificant of them that I can find. You, who I can tell were human once, are the dumbest, most unworthy, and weakest incubus I could have ever found."

Jack's glare darkened. "..."

Anatithenai raised her hand in a fist, and then dropped it with a sigh. "But you fuck like a tiger. Gwir's blood, you fuck like someone I've come across in the mood only twice. I hate the thought of you marrying Anathane so much I want to kill you for taking her life away from her and wasting its potential. But I can't bring myself to do it, knowing that killing you denies the Nine Circles of something like that. You, hybrid..."

She leaned close enough for Jack to feel the warmth of her body radiating outward.

"...can make lovemaking so deep...so intimate...so soul-shiveringly intense, that it would be a sin to take something so precious away from my daughter. I do not like you in any sense of the word, but I do like the way your body and mine fit together. I made a promise to Anathane to protect you from all of Dalaria's minions, and I will make due on that promise. But I never said I wouldn't protect you from me."

Jack felt something push down on his cock and his eyes rolled back in his head. Anatithenai crushed her chest against him, reenforcing the fact that she was on a higher level than he was. Jack couldn't control his arousal over the size of her tits. It wasn't like he was crazy for them, but they were just so big and squishy and real that he couldn't help himself.

"That's right, little boy; you can't wrap your head around these big, naughty titties of mine, can you? They're just so big and round and all over your body, now aren't they? Should I make them a little more manageable for you? I can't hardly see how these huge jugs are of any use to you if they're this gigantic."

"Mmmm! Mmmm!" Jack tried to get her to let him speak so he could possibly call for help, or persuade her to hold off. (in hopes that Anathane would arrive in time to get her away from him) But the demon took it as a sign that he was complaining wholeheartedly about her suggestion.

"Oh, so you really don't like the idea of taking anything away from these big, heavy boobs? I didn't think you'd like me if my knockers were this colossal, but if you want them even bigger..." Her tits began to swell again and Jack shook his head to tell her that enough was enough. She just sighed softly and let her body even out.

The slime's chest was enormous. Her body was the same proportion it had been when they had first met, but her boobs were positively the biggest Jack had ever seen. They looked like they were big beach balls, and were soft and plush, even more so than Anathane's. His cock was so hard he could have lifted up the back end of a car with it.

Anatithenai just looked at him with a sense of superiority about her. They both knew Jack was helpless to his own desire here, though he was truly ready to escape at the first sign of her defenses weakening. He whimpered as she lifted him out of the water and placed him on the side of the bath.

"That aughta do it for you. I can see you're not happy to do this, so I'll make it up to you by telling you why I'm doing this. Well, I'll tell you my excuse first, because I'm not a liar." She acted as if her tits really did weigh her down, and hefted each mammoth mammary out of the water and let it rest on his lap, burying his throbbing cock in a wall of slimy, heavenly flesh. Jack fought her as she bound his arms behind his back, but it was of little use against her sheer amount of strength.

'Fuck you,' he thought bitterly.

'You really need to work on your choice of words,' she replied into his head.

'You can do this too?' Jack asked mentally.

'Of course. Now, as I was trying to explain before these humongous hooters got out of the water. I need food to survive, more than this environment can give me. Everyone else down here can just live off the stuff that permeates the air, but I need a little more...substance, if you will. Namely, what you're going to give me in a few minutes. But, in reality, that's just an excuse to have you jizz all over my positively massive rack. Just tell me when you're ready.'

'Let's just get this over with.'

'Don't lie to me. I know you're already loving this more than you did your last titfuck. And trust me; I can make this one a whole lot better.' She jiggled the mass of butter-slick tits crushing Jack's lap and he groaned in pleasure. The sound was drowned out by the water covering his mouth though. But Anatithenai still felt it, or at least she motioned that she did.

Jack tried to get his hands free, but she had them bound so tightly that he couldn't even move them. He sighed, and looked crossly at the slime as she straightened her fake hair with long, elegant fingers. It was hard to believe that she could mold her body with such precision that her fingers looked as real as Jack's did, and yet her entire form was the consistency of gelatin.

"Hold on," she said. "Can't a girl freshen up before she plays around with your junk?" She gave him a knowing smirk and Jack rolled his eyes. Of course she could. Jack's wasn't in a position to stop her from doing anything at the moment, bound and gagged with slime.

Anatithenai finished and scooted herself snugly against Jack's legs. She wrapped herself around his legs to keep him from moving at all, and squashed her chest against his stomach, keeping it all together with her arms. Pushing her tits together caused them to jiggle and wobble uncontrollably, which turned Jack on more than watching them grow had.

She hadn't even started and he was already breathing heavily. He glanced up at everyone else to see if they could offer him any help, but they were all either engrossed in their own company, or saw what was happening and didn't realize that Anatithenai was doing more than just talking to him. He rolled his eyes. Typical friends down here in hell. Everyone was on board with helping him fight a war, but when it came to him being used as a sex toy? Everyone just turned their heads and whistled as if they hadn't seen a damned thing.

Anatithenai pushed her tits down and the sensation punched through Jack's head like a hammer. His body shuddered involuntarily at the feeling of slick, pliable flesh engulfing his cock entirely. She pushed harder, her hands almost disappeared into the mass of semi-liquid flesh she had against him. It looked like she was trying to pop two huge water balloons, but her hands just caused them to stretch.

She let up, and the smooth crevice his cock was squeezed into slid up, and then back down when she kneaded her gargantuan tits again. She looked like she was having fun crushing him between her breasts, watching his face as she applied pressure and molded herself around his arousal.

Her flesh was like nothing Jack had ever felt before. It was soft, but it was slick, and perpetually lubricated. He couldn't imagine what she was doing to him right now while she titfucked him with what seemed like careful, methodic manipulations.

From the information Jack had about slimes, she was doing one of two things. She could be slowly digesting him like slimes were supposed to do every moment they touched something organic, only the process would take several hours to show any significant effect. Or, she could really just be giving him the greatest titfuck of his life in order to get him to cum.

He no longer bothered with those thoughts when Anatithenai picked up the pace and said in a peeved tone, "Not good enough to keep your attention on me, is it? I'll show you who to ignore." She forced her tits together and rubbed them up and down his rigid erection in opposite directions, moving him left and right a few inches with every heave.

Jack ground his teeth together and started to lose his control. His knees locked together and his canines grew to long fangs. Jack held everything back for as long as he could, but when Anatithenai mentioned just how big and heavy her breasts were to him, he couldn't restrain himself.

His wings thrust from his back and his horns sprouted up at the same moment his eyes imploded into two balls of white flames. He threw his head back and let out a roar that was drowned by the water she was using to cover his mouth.

"Cum for me, hybrid," Anatithenai said sensually.

That was the last straw for Jack, and he let go. He plastered cum into her cleavage with such force that gobs of it hit her in the chin. Jack hadn't cum that hard since Jaelani had given him a blowjob and Anathane had finished it. Anatithenai looked conceited, even this Jack could see in the wake of his intense climax.

She let out an amused chuckle and absorbed the semen into her body without ceremony. The slime closed her eyes and slowly, a shape began to form inside of her chest between where her lungs would be if she were human. It was spherical, and purple in color. 

Jack's eyes went wide as he realized what it was. It was her slime core! When her attention was drawn to messing with her slime core, Jack freed his arms and lunged forward with one hand outstretched. He plunged his arm into her body and she reacted by sending a fist into his jaw. It threw him off, but not enough to keep him from grazing the edge of her core.

The reaction was instant.

Her body retraced into its original form and Jack felt himself being sucked into it with the force of a black hole tugging him in. He couldn't even blink in the time that it took for her to wrap him in herself and squeeze her now-dark indigo eyes shut. Suddenly, the entire bath was silent, save for the ragged, shallow breathing of the ancient slime.

Jack blinked in confusion and tried to understand what had just happened. He had hardly grazed her slime core, and she had contracted like sea slug under attack. All eyes were on her. She opened her eyes slowly and glared daggers into Jack's soul.

"Don't you ever. Ever. Touch my core again, or I will drop you dead." Her voice was so fierce that Jack almost thought that she was giving him a declaration from God Himself. She pushed him out of her body and removed herself from the bath, sulking as she left the immediate area.

Jack found himself the center of unwanted attention, and quickly put himself beside Nyx to diffuse some of that attention. The dark succubus rubbed his wet, fiery red hair and let out an amused little chuckle in response to Jack's confused, embarrassed face.

"What's so funny?" he muttered.

Nyx just smiled. "You know, she really just wants the best for her daughter, Jack. You should give her a little more respect."

"Respect?!" Jack shouted. "You think you know about respect? Any of you? You guys regularly abuse me because I can't fight back! You fuck me against my wishes, threaten to cut my balls off, treat me like public property! You tie me up, gag me, make fun of me, tell me again and again every weak point I have! You think you know what respect is?"

Nyx shrugged. "At least we don't reach into your body against your wishes and start touching things we shouldn't."

"What, her slime core? But that's totally different! Did you see what she was doing to me?"

"What you did, touching her core, is something that slimes all take very seriously. They only let the people they have given their souls to touch their cores. That little purple ball is her essence. It's everything she is, and you touching it means that she was comfortable enough with you to let you see it. She trusted you, and you abused that trust just to settle a petty power grudge against her."

"But-"

"What you did can be taken as extremely offensive, and most of the time, people who do that get killed. Anatithenai...honestly, should have killed you for that. If I were you, I'd go set things right with her before she decides to bear a grudge."

"Why should I have to apologize for not knowing? Why? All she did was abuse me, and now that I finally get back at her, she gets mad and stomps off like a three-year-old. Why is this my fault?"

"It's nobody's fault," Nyx explained. "But her not doing anything to you for that deserves an apology from you. What you did was cruel, and even though it wasn't on purpose, you hurt one of your greatest allies in this world. Now go set things right," Nyx urged gently, assuming a motherly figure in Anathane's place.

Jack groaned and got out of the soothing bath to go set things straight with the demon. "I don't see how this is going to help," he said, doubting the effectiveness of saying he was sorry for doing something that was so unspeakably horrible by accident.

Nyx flipped a lock of fiery red hair out of her charcoal-black face and shrugged again. "It worked on me, didn't it?" she said as he left.

He found Anatithenai sitting on the steps of the bathhouse, brooding alone. Jack didn't take three steps toward her before a tendril of slime in the shape of a kitchen knife halted him. Jack put his hands up and Anatithenai pushed the blade against the dip in his throat.

"Look, Anatithenai, I came here to unwind this knot. So just...let me say I'm sorry so we can get past this," Jack pleaded.

The blade melted into a round blob and retreated back into Anatithenai's body.

"That's not just something you can say sorry about and move on, Jack." She let out a long, unhappy sigh and Jack took it as his cue to sit down beside her. Her legs melted into a puddle of goo and bubble up under his feet in seconds.

"What's that for?" Jack asked.

"So you can't just up and leave when you feel uncomfortable. I want to see you stay with something 'til the end, even if I have to root your feet to the ground to do it." She looked at him concernedly and then hung her head.

"Look, I don't know what else to do but say sorry. I know you don't like me, but I don't want you to hate me. I only did it because you made me feel so inferior. I don't like that."

"You hurt me Jack. I showed you all the respect I could by letting down my guard and showing you the second most precious thing I have ever conceived, beneath only my daughter. You abused my trust, and made me look and feel so foolish. I don't like that." 

"What choice did I have to get you off? You sure as hell weren't gonna stop if I asked you to."

"You humiliated me, Jack. You can't expect me to agree and think that because it was your only choice, that it was a good one. I'm still angry at you for doing that. I should have killed you."

"Then tell me what I can do to make it up to you, Anatithenai. If sorry's not enough, then how can I make things right?" Jack was confused and felt like he was being victimized for something that shouldn't have been a big deal.

"You can't make it up to me, because you can't take back touching my core. You are the only man to touch my core, the first, the only, the dumbest, stupidest, most foolish, incompetent, ignorant, clueless, most idiotic man to touch my core." She bubbled with unrest and positioned herself face-to-face with Jack.

"I'm sorry, okay? I don't know how to say it with enough meaning. I-"

"If you want to make it up to me, then go. You took away something very special to me. I don't want to see your face anymore. Get out of my sight and I will think of a way you can redeem yourself in my eyes."

"Fine," Jack said, and stood to leave. He took a few steps and then stopped. Anathane had warned him about women. When they were mad at you, they really wanted you to comfort them. When they wanted you to go away, and threatened to kill you, they 'really' wanted you to comfort them. And when you left, that meant they wanted you to come back fuck them until they were happy.

So, Jack turned right back around and jumped at Anatithenai, arms outstretched. He crashed into her, and wrapped both arms around her waist, rubbing his cheek against hers with a stupid grin on his face. Anatithenai's eyes turned dark indigo.

"What do you-"

"Let's fuck!" Jack exclaimed, gracing the slime's face with a long, sloppy kiss. Anatithenai shifted suddenly so her front now faced Jack. She looked like she was caught between cross and surprised. Jack kissed her hard on the mouth and the slime flooded his mouth with cool, sweet water that quickly solidified into a semi-solid tongue.




Cemetery Summons Ch. 26



Her chest expanded quickly to its ridiculous proportions from earlier and she murmured something before pushing Jack away and licking the suprasternal notch at the base of his neck. He closed his eyes and let her push her entire front to his.

She leaned in close and kissed his ear sensually. "I thought you wanted to be faithful to your future wives? Was that all empty talk and lies?" Her breath was warm, in contrast to how it had been earlier. Her voice was smooth and calm. Jack knew she had taken control already, just by the way she spoke to him. She was teasing him.

Jack smirked. "No, but Anathane gave me some good advice after my first, and hopefully only, encounter with Nyx. She told me that if one you were to send me off angry, that I couldn't leave until I had either turned the situation around and made you happy with me, or fucked you until you were happy with me. And...well, here I am to fuck you."

Anatithenai pushed him to the ground with her mammoth cleavage and smothered him in a hot, starving kiss. She took his hands and placed them on the sides of her breasts, and then mounted his hips with thick, womanly blue thighs. She broke the kiss and grinned widely.

"You are a filthy, disgusting, horny, sad little boy. But do you ever know what a woman wants, you heathen," Anatithenai said as she drove herself down on Jack's hard arousal. The incubus groaned in pleasure and thrust up at her, growling low in his throat. Anatithenai pushed something wet and sticky into his mouth, and he closed his throat immediately. He pushed her face away from his and spat out what looked like a jawbreaker. It melted away on the ground and slithered back to her body.

"Nu-uh, Anathane did that shit to me, and I didn't like it the first time. There's no way any of you is getting inside me that way," Jack said, staring hard at her.

"Then how abou-"

"Or that way. You and Anathane really are a lot alike; Jesus Christ you are. You're not sticking anything on you into any hole in me, got it?" Jack didn't see how she hadn't already done that, considering that she really could do just about anything she wanted to him at this point.

But she just grinned and agreed that nothing would get inside him...save for her tongue, which she promptly shoved into the back of his throat. She continued her assault on him on all fronts. Her hips gyrated hard, her erect, puffy nipples leaked liquefied blue slime all over him, and her tongue danced circles around his, easily outmatching what fight he could put up.

They went at it for a while, and Jack lost track of time while he shifted her extraordinarily long tongue around in his mouth so he could breathe. She just giggled and pumped her breasts a few times to make the trickle of "milk" as she insisted Jack wanted it to be, spray all over his chest and shoulders.

Jack couldn't hope to last against her constant attack. Her body shifted constantly, rubbing smoothly against him, pushing he limits of his self-restraint further and further. Jack thought his cock would snap in two if it took any more and didn't find release. He pulled away from Anatithenai's face and tried to catch his breath, but she would have none of it.

She forced her chest flat against him and pushed all the air out of his lungs, her eyes alight with aquamarine fire.

"You want to cum?" she cooed, melting the lower half of her body around Jack's waist. He threw his head back and arched his body toward her, yearning for more. He knew she could let him him now. But she wanted to tease him and make him waste it. Fuck that.

"Oh yeah," Jack breathed haughtily, forcing a shit-eating-grin.

"Then how about this?" Anatithenai created a vortex around his cock and the suction on his rigid arousal increased tenfold. His breath hitched.

"C...Cum!" was all Jack could get out before he plastered the inside of her shimmering blue body with cum. He saw stars as his cock throbbed and his hips bucked spasmodically , mind reeling once again and the sheer power of a great orgasm. He didn't know why things felt so good now. Masturbation had never given him such a high. The woman above him swiveled to give him more jitters. She moaned happily for a while and took everything in as she picked apart the jets of cum that hung motionless inside her translucent form.

"Yes, that's exactly right, and quite a lot of it too. Almost as much as last time." She held his hands outstretched from his body and a purple sphere the size of a bowling ball formed in her chest. "You're not abusing me this time."

Jack was too out of it to try something like that. He was still trying to get his eyes to look straight after his cock stopped trying to tear Anathane a new hole to fuck. God, this was getting really intense. Orgasms never felt so good. Fucking slimes, man, fucking slimes.

Jack tried to lift his head, but it was too heavy for him to do so. His just laid on the ground and watched Anatithenai's core solidify inside her.

She sucked his cum into the orb and it glowed briefly with bright light that reflected off her watery skin. She filled her breasts again and then plopped down again on Jack's prone form, chin in her hands, elbows resting on her positively enormous cleavage.

"Any chance you'll let me up?" Jack asked tiredly.

"Not much," she answered. "I'm still debating on whether or not I should kill you for touching my core. I may seem very calm, but my mind is running as wild as your silly willie is trying to get me fat and happy."

"Look," said Jack with a short swallow of saliva. Damned be everything, she was literally mouth-wateringly hot. "I might not be very sorry because I don't understand how bad what I did was, but please forgive me. I guess you have every right to be pissed at me, but please don't be."

"Why shouldn't I be?"

"Ah, fuck it. What are you expecting? I've been shooting blanks for a while now."

The slime arched a murky brow. "Seems to me like you've been locked and loaded the whole time. Does my precious flower get more than that regularly out of that love rod?"

"No, you twit, not those blanks. Goddamnit, nevermind. I'm tired. Can I just be lazy for a while?"

"No. We have a lifetime of things to talk about."

"Like what?"

"Your fetishes. Do you have a slime fetish?"

Jack turned red. "Yeah," he admitted. No use lying when she was sitting on top of him with his cock inside her. She wiggled her lower half and Jack's entire abdomen tensed.

"And a titty fetish?" she asked, jiggling her boobs gently.

"Yeah, that too," Jack said.

Anatithenai just smiled at that, and fell silent while she smiled to herself. Inside her, the purple core swiveled around in circles, its surface a mix of dark lavender and swirling fuchsia and lilac. He stared at it like a face was going to show in its colors, but nothing happened for a while. Jack gave up trying to find hidden meaning in its movements and resigned himself to just be sat on.

Jack realized that his body moved on its own in response to Anatithenai's body. Every little thing she did caused his hips to jump and his abdominal region to flare with activity. The demons seemed to take note of it, but refused to change the things that did it.

Jack felt a current in her body, a shallow flow that raked across his cock like a wet tongue. It kept him hot and bothered when he wanted to be relaxed and at ease. Eventually, it got better, but it was still very annoying to have his stomach hurt because his abs tensed hard every two seconds.

Finally, he said something about it. "Could you possibly let me take my, uh, love rod out now? It's kind of making my sides hurt."

Anatithenai opened her indigo eyes. "Shut up and sit there. I'm busy."

"With what? You've been sitting there for half an hour doing nothing."

"Exactly."

"Fucking he...I should stop using that phrase."

"Why's that?" the slime asked with disinterest, if not just out of courtesy.

"That's what put me here in the first place."

"You should say it more often then. You're a comfortable pillow," Anatithenai felt it necessary to mention, adjusting herself on his cock. Jack shuddered visibly at the ungodly fantastic feeling that coursed through his loins.

"You know, if you weren't pissed at me, I think I might be able to like you Anatithenai."

"Why's that?" she asked in the same tone as before.

"I've got a cougar fetish too."

Anatithenai sighed. "Fucking idiot," she said.

*

A/N: Well, I decided that Jack needed a girl who didn't like him, so, there she is. Trust me, the tits references were more for me than to annoy you guys. Sorry about the redundancy.



Cemetery Summons Ch. 27



Jack wiped his bruised lip and spat blood on the ground next to the demon breathing his last with half his guts spilled on the floor. Jack heaved the blade Anathane had made for him up again and looked around for another guard. He couldn't help but gaze at the beautiful weapon in his hands.

"I should really name this thing," he said to nobody in particular as he saw Anatithenai's massive fist crash into a soldier wearing nothing but rags and crush him into a bloody, pulpy pancake against a wall. She retracted her arm and pushed Jack forward abruptly.

"Well, stop thinking about that and name it already. You need to stop fucking around before I decide to stop killing your enemies for you."

"Suck my dick," Jack spat as the two moved down the hallway alone. Somewhere along the way, they had lost their contingent from the Army of Darkness in the narrow halls of the Second Palace. Jack had a feeling that they were off screwing up someone's day in another part of the fortress, but the fact that they were completely absent was very obvious.

Anatithenai grinned wickedly. "I'd love to, as long as I don't have to look at your face when I do it."

"Ouch," Jack replied, slashing the throat of a guard trying to fend off Anatithenai's tendrils and his blade at the same time. "I didn't think you'd be that impersonal about it. I mean, you did ride me yesterday for a whole afternoon. My cock is still sore."

"I'll make it sore," Anatithenai said, wading toward him through a mire of her own watery form spilled out over the floor. Jack looked down the hallway at the guards coming their way.

"Aren't they a little more of a bother than me being an annoying prick?"

"No," Anatithenai replied, slamming the guards with a wall of water that sent them against the group behind at the junction of two corridors. Jack sighed and watched them getting up in the ankle-deep flood even after being knocked flat on their backs.

"So," Jack resumed, attempting to irk her with, "You up for giving me a quickie?"

"Here?" the demon asked, looking down the hallway, and down the other way. She shrugged. "Sure." She reached him and started to undo the button on his pants.

"I was joking," Jack stated crossly as the guards regrouped and started at the odd pair again. His cock sprang out of his pants as soon as she had the button undone. The slime arched her brow and shook her head a little.

"Doesn't look that way to me." She licked him from base to head and he groaned with pleasure.

"Are my feelings no deterrent to you?" he asked as she engulfed his heavily-swollen cockhead, pushing it between her see-through lips. She looked up at him briefly and winked before pulling up from his arousal with a sexy, wet slurp.

"Have they ever been?" she returned, flicking her tongue across the bead of precum on the tip of his cock. He suppressed a moan and tried to get in a position to fight, even with his hips forced to the wall.

"Well what about them?" said the incubus, pointing his blade at the approaching group. Anatithenai pierced them with a dozen blue blades and they crumpled shortly thereafter. The slime looked at Jack smugly and then resumed sucking and slurping as she had been doing before.

"You know, this really isn't the time to be taking me up on every offer like this. We won't get down the hallway in a year at this rate." Jack sighed as she increased the pressure and showed no signs of stopping, only coming up for enough time to speak.

"Then stop making these offers." She dipped down again and wrapped her tongue around his cock like a snake before coming back up. "And I'll leave you alone." She gave him a long, slow lick, her tongue unraveling from its coil.

In the middle of this, their eyes were both suddenly drawn to the ceiling. Anatithenai's tongue suddenly melted away and her eyes went wide with joy. She didn't say anything, because she didn't need to make it clear to Jack who had just arrived on their plane of being. The incubus buttoned his pants up and tried not to let his throbbing manhood seem too obvious to anyone who took more than one look at him.

Anathane was back.

Jack continued down the hallway with Anatithenai, who was now more in the mood to meet her daughter again than pay any attention to Jack in the slightest. They passed a few corridors where the Army of Darkness was busy in battle, and left the dark warriors to their business. Jack found it a bit annoying that Anatithenai was so easily capable of leaving her allies to die.

The two fought a few small skirmishes down the next series of intersections, with Anatithenai easily blowing past the armored defenders with her unfathomable power. Jack just had to kill anyone who managed to survive her onslaught and cover his own rear while she moved on unfazed.

Eventually, they came to a large, barred doorway covered in bloody scratch marks that looked like they had been left by claws. On the ground, fingernails lay in small smears of blood, and hand and footprints were everywhere around the doors. It looked like someone had tried desperately to get in, but there was no trace of whoever that was.

Anatithenai ran her fingers down one of the clawmarks on the barred doors and tilted her head to the side. She looked around, and her eyes eventually settled on Jack. "Come open this door," she said.

Jack pointed to himself. "Why me? Aren't you the big bad demon from hell that can sweep away anything in your path?"

"Because I want you to open the door," she retorted, grabbing him around the waist and throwing him against the heavy wooden frame. She let him go and he tried to steayd himself unsuccessfully. He blinked away stars and stumbled back and forth for a few seconds as his head spun around in circles. When his eyes focused again, he saw Anatithenai nodding at him.

"What?" Jack snapped, annoyed.

"Good work. The door's open. Might as well go through before someone finds out we're here," the slime said, squeezing through the space between the doors. Jack followed her through and found himself before a scene that turned his stomach and almost made him puke right there.

Before him lay hundreds of bodies, naked, horrific corpses that looked as if they had had the life drained out of them. They were bone-thin, skeletal and without any form of humanity left to them. They looked drained of all fluid or meat.

Several of them had wings, but they were nothing but flesh hanging loosely from thin bones. Jack knelt down next to one corpse, its mouth hanging open to make the face's look of blind horror complete. The corpse had no eyes, but Jack could still almost feel the fear written across its face, and its shook him to the core.

He looked to Anatithenai for answers, but she didn't tell him anything. She just looked puzzled and confused about it all, probing the dry husks around the room. She tried to lift one up, but its skin was so dry that it flaked away to reveal dirty bones devoid of any attached muscle, ligament, or wash of blood.

"What happened to these people?" Jack asked, unable to contain his curiosity and sheer disbelief. He was half hoping that she would tell him he was just seeing things, and half hoping she wouldn't say anything at all. He truly hoped that whatever had done this wouldn't come after them.

Anatithenai tossed away a bone as tissue-like flesh peeled away from its surface. "They all look like sun-dried tomatoes. I don't understand what could have done this besides another slime. But then their eyes...they just...they're gone. Like their soul flames were just snuffed out." She snapped her fingers once. "Just like that."

"How can you tell?"

The slime looked at him, picked up a nearby horned skull, and began to peel off the skin still attached to it. The lower jaw fell to the ground and clattered noisily while Anatithenai held the rest of it out to Jack. She pointed to the two empty eye sockets.

"When a demon dies in their true form, you know, wings, horns, tail and all, their soul flames burn out slowly and smolder. These skulls should be charred black. But none of them are. It's like they were killed and their souls parted immediately from their bodies. I've never seen this before. I'm not sure what could have done something like this."

Jack looked away from the skull and Anatithenai tossed it aside carelessly. They searched for an exit, but the only one they found led into a small, enclosed room that looked like a small holding cell with chains and shackles scattered across the floor. They left the room and made their way down another few corridors until they found the Army of Darkness again.

The silent warriors moved incessantly in one direction with mechanical efficiency, so Jack resigned himself to following them with Anatithenai behind him now. He didn't want to meet the thing that had killed all those demons back there at the clawed door, and staying with the Army of Darkness would improve his chances of survival, should it find him.

Somewhere along the way, however, Anatithenai got separated from him and he was alone with only a few of the shadow warriors still moving with him. They were scattered around him in order to protect him to their fullest ability, but it didn't help that he was virtually alone and without help and that there was something in these halls that was able to massacre over fifty demons and leave no trace of itself besides bodies.

Fortunately, he soon reached a large room with several other groups of the Army of Darkness harassing what was left of the guards behind a makeshift palisade. Jack attempted to join in with the Army of Darkness, but really only saw the guards get butchered savagely as the ghostly troops mopped them up quicker than he could get there.

Jack searched through the guards' belongings for a map or notebook or something to tell him where to go. He didn't like being alone here. He felt so vulnerable and scared to death that some evil thing was going to find him defenseless and tear his soul from his body. Having that happen at this point was enough to make him tremble at the thought. To come all this way for nothing...

He pushed the thought aside and had his troops help him search. It wasn't long before they laid out an odd assortment of scrolls and letters and scraps of paper on a nearby table. Jack rifled through them, but they were were all written in another language of symbols and runes and had notes scribbled in such small and horrible handwriting that Jack couldn't decipher one bit of it.

"Hey," he said, pointing to one of Grymir's warriors. "Can you tell me what this means?" He held out a piece of paper and the warriors stared at it with blank, shining eyes. After a short while, it looked at Jack impassively and then started searching the bodies again. Jack put his head in his palm and sighed.

"Fucking...damnit. Whatever, let's just get out of here before we get caught by God-knows-what down here," he muttered, walking through an archway at random with the black shades falling in around him like a human shield.

The Second Palace was a maze as much as it was a fortress. There were no helpful maps, no arrows showing which way to go, no central rooms. There were just miles and miles and miles of hallways and open guard posts. Jack didn't know if the rest of the corridors were as deserted as this one, but he hoped so. He hoped that Elassa and Fain and Niaf were already in the hands of friends and waiting for him.

It seemed like he walked down the same hallways for hours, without a single person besides himself and the Blackhoods, as he had dubbed those in the Army of Darkness ,coming out of anywhere. When Jack found another doorway bigger than the previous one, he rejoiced, and with the help of the Blackhoods, forced it open.

Inside, there was a neatly assembled phalanx of guards waiting for him. They immediately charged in formation, and Jack backed away from the advancing pack of soldiers. However, the Blackhoods with him had no regard for their own lives, and barreled through the doorway with silent abandon.

There were nearly fifty of the guards, and Jack had only about that many Blackhoods. He was going to get picked off somewhere in the melee or surrounded and stabbed to death in seconds. He growled for his troops to return to him, and they did so without question. The guards were closing fast, so Jack ordered everyone back to the doors.

Once there, Jack had them push the doors most of the way closed and Jack stood in the opening with dozens of his men on either flank in a 'V' shape, while the majority of them held the doors in their places. Jack didn't know how they were going to funnel them into this small of a battlefield, but it was worth a try.

Jack felt his demonic extremities beginning to force themselves from his body, so he made no attempt to stop them. His heart thudded in his chest as loud as a drum. Fuck, this was a real fight. A pitched fight that he didn't have a superhero friend to help him with. He was alone, and suddenly realized that everything could actually end here in seconds.

He planted his feet and the first two guards came through the half-closed doorway side-by-side, shields up and blades raised high. Jack stabbed through one shield and pierced the chest of its owner, while the other guards was stabbed several times from the side by the Blackhoods waiting behind the door close to the funnel's opening.

Others came with just as much vigor, and threw themselves at the Blackhoods, but the impassive force merely hacked them down with mechanical efficiency. However, after initial success, the guards slowed their advance and created a ring of shields that allowed them to swell in the funnel and force the doors apart. Jack slashed a crested helm in half, but failed to kill its wearer, and took a sword to the side. He hissed in pain and stumbled back.

Fuck!

"Let's get out of here!" he shouted, and ran with his Blackhoods back the way they came. Luckily, some of the guards took his bait and were quickly overpowered by the weight of numbers they faced as soon as Jack ordered them set upon.

And with that, the short confrontation was over, with the guards unwilling to go any further than the door, and Jack unwilling to lose any more Blackhoods by attacking. Jack growled deep in his throat in anger. The guards threw insults and held their arms out, exposing themselves blatantly to rouse Jack for a fight.

Jack eventually opted to go down a different path and leave the guards where they were. If some of them followed, then they'd be toast in seconds. If they didn't; no harm. Jack's wound was healing quickly, but it still hurt like nothing he'd felt before. They moved until they found a horde of Blackhoods roaming aimlessly forward.

Again, Jack joined up with the warriors and followed their path until it led him to another barricade manned by soldiers armed to the teeth. Only this time, there was an officer. He stood almost a head taller than everyone else, and wielded a large maul in one hand and a shield in the other.

The Army of Darkness quickly turned into a churning mass of bladed limbs and claws that lashed out and tore away the barricade, even as their number was cut down considerably by the guards' blades. Jack stabbed at Dalaria's troops, aiming for eyes and hands, and got very little for his efforts besides a slash to the elbow and another to the thigh.

He roared, frustrated, and punched a guard in the teeth, knocking him to the floor. He leapt over the barricade and slashed all around with no actual aim to kill, just to get them away to he could make room for his men.

Quickly, the Blackhoods clambered over the barricade, now that a section had been cleared and another had stopped defending itself, thanks to Jack. They surrounded their temporary commander and the guards started to fall back.

Their officer, however, forced them to hold a line, and they reformed for battle not far around the corner. The Blackhoods advanced quickly and soon resumed the melee, with the weight of numbers beginning to pile on with every dead guard.

The officer was having a difficult time wielding his large weapon effectively, as the hallway was rather narrow for even a man of his stature, let alone a long-reaching weapon as well. He was overtaken quickly and the guards broke rank and were slaughtered almost instantly in the confusion. The Army of Darkness waited for orders before moving forward again.

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It felt like hours before Jack finally found a familiar face that didn't just stare at him and wait to be told what to do like an automaton. However, even though he was glad to see her, he really could have done better than Ekana. The succubus was covered with dried streaks of blood, and all around her mouth fresh smears of it dripped wetly.

She grinned at him, revealing sharp fangs still dripping wet with saliva mixed with blood. She jarred him in the ribs with her elbow and raised her eyebrows suggestively.

"So, you like anything with a pussy to fuck now, huh?" she sneered.

"Go fuck yourself, Ekana. I'm not in the mood. I just want all this to go away," he said, almost to the boiling point. "And I've had it with these fucking hallways! They never end!" he shouted, smashing his fist against the wall. The stone shuddered and he let out a frustrated groan. It was fucking impossible to navigate through this forsaken place!

"Just keep going forward. You remember what Anatithenai said: if we keep going forward, we'll all end up in the same place. She said all these hallways meet up somewhere ahead."

"What, after a hundred thousand years?" Jack asked rhetorically.

Ekana shrugged. "She gave us a time frame, but I don't remember how long she said it would take."

"A lot of help you are," Jack muttered.

"At least I don't go behind my fiancé's back with her mother and let all my friend hear it," the succubus offered, grinning wickedly.

Jack just rubbed his eyes with dirty hands and tried to lay to rest his anxiety about the situation. Well, he thought, looking over at Ekana, at least I have somebody to talk to. Even if she is a nutcase with a thing for hurting me.

"Hey, Ekana, can I ask you something?"

She nodded. "Sure."

"How is your relationship with Elassa? I think, uh, that we became friends somewhere along the line, and I'm afraid of what Elassa might do if she finds out you're one of my closest friends and doesn't like you at all."

"You don't have to worry about her," the succubus said. "We're not on what you would call 'good' terms, but we're not at each others' throats. And don't worry about her being jealous about anything. She's not the jealous type."

She put an arm around him as he said, "Thanks."

"But," she continued. "I am the jealous type. You fucking anybody else is like a little prick in my side. Every time, I see that and think how cute and helpless I could make you. I think of you face-down on a stretching rack, a bright red bottom, and toys spread all around you." She trailed a finger down his ripped and torn leather jerkin. "I want to make your skin look like this."

"I think I can at least fend you off now," Jack said, brandishing his sword proudly. Ekana touched the tip with her finger and it pricked a bead of blood from her.

"A nice sharp tool you've got there. Almost as hard as the other one you use to send us packing, right?" she sneered, licking the flat side of the sword seductively. Jack sheathed the sword and they continued without much more talk. For the last bastion of Dalaria's marshaled forces, this place seemed pretty empty.

He thought that for a last battle it would be a nonstop, corner-to-corner battle to where Dalaria was waiting for them. But it wasn't so. There were places that were defended by small contingents of men, but nothing more organized than that. It was like Dalaria hadn't even tried to stop them. It seemed anticlimactic that Jack would get to win this easily.




Cemetery Summons Ch. 27



But, if Dalaria had given up, then it was all the better for Jack. He wouldn't have to risk any more friends to see his lovers again. He smiled a little and Ekana elbowed him in the ribs. He just waved her away lazily and looked ahead at the large mass of Blackhoods.

"Don't even think about doing something you shouldn't," Jack warned.

"Why not? You've always been worth the wait and energy I use to get you beneath me. Or that one time I got you on top of me."

"Now isn't the time," Jack said, swatting her hand away.

"It's always time with Anathane, or Anatithenai. Why isn't it with me, or Nyx, or even Volna? Why do those two get special treatment and not us?" Ekana whined, opting to grab his hand and hug it between her breasts rather than attempt to fondle him.

"Because I can control you three," replied the incubus. "I can't even begin to stop either of those two. I mean, look what happened when I did stop Anatithenai. It ended up making me look like the bad guy and I had to go apologize."

"You think you can control me?"

"Well, at least I can stop you for a while until I can get help."

"Oh really?" Ekana yanked him to the side and pushed him to the ground, holding his arm behind his back. She sat on his back and pushed his head against the stone floor. "What makes you think that you can control any part of me? I have my own desires, my own wants and needs to be satisfied. And calling you 'master' is not one of them. I don't submit to you: you submit to me."

"Blackhoods, get her off me," Jack said. Immediately, the Blackhoods grabbed Ekana and pulled her off his prone form with a great deal of effort. The succubus lashed out in all directions, but the number of bodies against her was simply too much, and she resigned herself to being dragged away from Jack and stood back up nearby.

"Fucking prick," Ekana spat.

"Well, I can still keep you off me for a little while," Jack said. "Now let's go. The sooner we end all this, the sooner Grymir takes back the Blackhoods for you." At that, Ekana smirked.

"Oh, you're good at getting girls to do what you want. But I know better. As soon as this is over, I'm never getting another chance at you. Not a single second of time. Nothing, because my sister, those two twins, and Anathane are gonna hog all your time and never let you out of their sight."

"I'll pay you back if we make it through this, Ekana."

"I don't take cash or cards. I only take big, hard cock. And I'll need a lot of it."

"I'll let you debate the terms with everyone else once we all get back together again, alright? There's gonna be a lot of under-the-table dealing from me to get everyone satisfied. Fuck everything, I'm not looking forward to it."

"Does under-the-table mean that your four won't know about it?" Ekana perked up, back to her scheming and not-so-subtle advances.

"That's how I see it being."

"Then just let me tell you, there's a lot of things you're going to do for me before my debt with you is finished. All the teasing and torture you've put me through over the past month. You've got a lot to pay for." Ekana laughed at the look that spread across his face. Jack groaned as he realized that everyone else was probably going to be the same way. Paying them back could take weeks, if not months of his time! He tried to ignore the thoughts roaming around his head of what repaying them for their help would be like.

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Maashen looked at the phalanx of soldiers before her. Dalaria's best and brightest were here. Two jailers, almost a hundred greatswords, a thousand others. She even had several hellbores and their masters here to fight for her. With this force, Maashen concluded that she had a decent shot at claiming this boy's life and escaping intact to get her payment.

She only hoped that these men would fight smarter than the others. Even with Dalaria's carefully-planned defense and unimaginably complete knowledge of the Second Palace, the enemy had broken through her forces like a scythe through dry wheat. They hadn't attacked every way in; they had blasted through one and crawled through every undefended place there was.

Every cross-section that had been garrisoned had been ignored. Defenses had been bypassed with inexplicable ease. And worst of all, those places that had been fortified and attacked, had been wiped out in seconds. Anatithenai had done in almost a thousand of Dalaria's soldiers on the onset of battle, and had undoubtedly rampaged farther into the fortress by now, racking up a streak of kills as well.

Maashen sighed and readied herself for the battle that was pounding on the center doors. The rune-bound, iron door was warping already. For ancient magic, the runes were surprisingly weak. A steady drizzle of water was coming under one of the doors as well. Anatithenai was trying to break through, but the doors were holding...for now. She didn't know how long it would take the slime to break down the doors, but it wasn't going to be soon if things kept on as they had been.

The iron doors straight ahead lurched violently and then their hinges cracked. The phalanx closed formation tightly and the doors began to lean inward. Two warlocks began chanting their spells and the room grew darker a few shades. The great chandelier above dripped blood wax at an alarming rate as the chanting grew faster and louder. The doors shook and one of them began to tumble.

The leering faces etched into its surface screamed for help as the door began to fall. It was a slow process. It listed back, and claws reached from its face, chained bodies they were connected to screeching in terror and anguish. The door, itself a living being, was giving one last breath of life to make known its innermost fear and hatred.

It crashed to the ground with a colossal crash and the ground shook violently. Several demons were thrown off their feet and the hellbores threw their heads back and howled in pain, their ears thrust straight back. The Maashen's hair was blown back and she unsheathed her blade.

She had used it earlier in one of the cell blocks after its prisoners had been released. It hadn't been a long battle, but it had been brutally efficient. Maashen did not play with her foes. She killed them. She was an assassin, and nothing was going to stop her from obtaining her vast fortune after this battle.

She just needed to search for a white demon. That meant white eyes. White eyes, wings, and tail. Grymir's troops charged headlong into the ordered phalanx and they were cut down instantly, silently allowing themselves to be sheared to pieces and blasted with unholy infernos of phosphorescent light and flames. The soldiers and warlocks knew their business well enough.

The room suddenly filled with the clamor of battle, and everything turned into chaos. Lines of armored soldiers fought against an unorganized horde of black shapes with claws and teeth and silent, malevolent eyes. The greatswords tore great holes in the advance, and were aided and defended by spears, who wove nimbly between each heavy blade to stab at those who had found a way past the massive weapons tearing their comrades to pieces.

Maashen took her place near the entrance of the main doorway, off to the left with the archers. From above the battle and out of the melee, she could easily locate and kill the white demon that would soon enter the battle with but a single line to see. She didn't think things could be this easy. If she could leap from here on top of him, then she could split his soul from his body instantly and with no fight from him or his comrades.

She looked at her sword, Tsathangaus, meaning Soul's Will in a language long forgotten by any tongue of man. It had been a great many years she had found her situation so dark that Tsathangaus needed to feel the flesh of a living creature. She had never sharpened it, and for good reason too.

The blade hungered for souls to split from their bodies. Tsathangaus was one of the few creations in heaven that had descended to hell with the angels of old. After Lucifer's fall to hell, many of his closest comrades had brought with them weapons of unimaginable power and destruction, once wielded in service of God. Through different circumstances, the weapons had either been lost or stolen or looted from the angels after their deaths. Some of them, however, managed to find new owners.

Tsathangaus was one such weapon held by an angel. It had once seen battle for years on end with no rest or mercy from flesh and bone and steel. In Maashen's lifetime, she had only ever had to use it three times, this being the third. Tsathangaus was dangerous. One prick of the finger, one wayward slit in the skin, and one's soul would be torn from their body and be destroyed forever. And with every slain foe, Tsathangaus' hunger grew exponentially.

Few weapons, even ones so ancient, had a will of their own. Maashen could feel hers, however, writhing in agony over the proximity of souls and her not bringing it to bear upon them. The assassin steadied herself as the battle below raged even more fiercely, wave upon wage of black shades descending upon the steadfast lines of Dalaria's troops.

Soon though, a dark succubus with skin as black as midnight and a blue demon emerged from another doorway and met face-to-face with another full line of troops. With them came more of the shades and several more succubi and incubi, but the lines held. When was this white demon getting here? Was he going to wait until the battle was finished before he made his entrance? Maashen had seen more than one commander do that. It was embarrassing to watch it happen too. To kill someone so spineless-

Tsathangaus jumped forward and thrust at the air of its own volition, shocking Maashen. She had never seen it so eager as to control her body before. Greater demons hadn't forced it like that. Maashen paled at the thought of something so powerful that it could make her sword yearn for its soul specifically.

She looked out into the sea of black warriors and found the warrior.

It was the white demon. Maashen's lips split into a grin and she put a foot on the edge of the balustrade before her. She raised her blade with both hands and leapt from her place above the white demon, ready to strike down at him with all the force she could muster. She plummeted to the ground toward him, a gleam of battle lust in her eyes.

He looked up while she was falling toward him, and raised his blade to block hers. Their weapons met with a clash of steel and Tsathangaus screeched in horror. Its surface grated against the hooked blade of the demon's sword and they parted. Maashen's sword cleaved a dozen of the shades in twain and they disappeared in wisps of smoke, as if they had been nothing but illusions.

She turned to the demon and found him already stabbing at her with his long sword. She parried and lashed back, but he twisted out of the way and shouldered her to the side. She cut down a score of the shades as they neared her. Arrows felled more of them and the larger part of the force diverted from her to the phalanx ahead of them.

She was left with something akin to single combat with the demon. Burning white eyes glared at her, while his blade struck with all the force of a god's hand. She parried, but Tsathangaus cried in pain and hatred at the touch of the masterfully crafted blade the demon held. It was enough to make hers recoil painfully, so it must be powerful.

Maashen pressed the attack and came closer and closer to striking the demon. Although it would do no physical damage beyond a flesh wound, her blade would rend the soul of the demon and send it skyward with a shriek, and then it would disappear forever. She grinned wickedly. A few more strokes, and then he would be gone forever and she would have all she could ever ask for waiting for her. Even if Dalaria was defeated, Satan would most certainly side with her and bring her back to power, allowing her fulfill her obligation to pay the assassin for killing this white demon.

Maashen felt another demon on the approach and forced all her weight onto one foot. She ducked a blow from the white demon, threw her weight forward, and stabbed him through the chest with a single blow. Her blade passed harmlessly through his body and protruded from his back. Maashen watched his eyes flare and then burn out.

It was over.

She'd done it! She had killed her target, and now she was going to escape and get her riches with nothing but a few nicks on her arms to whine about! Finally, a lucky break! Nothing had gone wrong this time!

Maashen removed her blade from the demon's chest, leaving a small slit in his skin where the blade had pierced his body. He was very still, dead, yes, but not evaporating or screaming like the others had. They had shrunken down to brittle bone and dry, papery skin. He stood there, empty eye sockets staring at her blankly.

She had heard of a soul fighting to stay rooted in its body, and truly, this must be a show of just that. She could see the flames licking the top of his head, wisps of white plasma trying to reach skyward. Maashen cut down a few more shades and began to run.

It was this easy to kill a man who had commanded an entire army. Maashen heard 'Jack' being shouted over the din of battle, but paid no mind to it. She saw Anatithenai staring at him from across the room, and thought little of the slime as well. Maashen made it back to her own forces and a great roar of approval greeted her wholeheartedly.

She had killed the enemy leader.

But just as quickly as they had risen, the shouts in joy and praise died down. Maashen turned to see something out of a nightmare beginning to form around the demon.

His body, by all respects, was dead, an empty vessel that held no more weight here in hell than a corpse. But behind him flared to life something incredibly powerful. A white shadow loomed over him like a phantom guardian, vaguely shaped like a man with no lower body. Wings spread from its shoulders, and in one hand, a massive blade of ethereal white light shone malevolently.

It was a large parody of the corpse that stood before it. Its eyes turned upon Maashen and the assassin froze. It was terrifying. Something that should never have been was staring at her with such hatred and anger that she couldn't bear to keep its gaze.

The body beneath the phantom filled with life again, and its eyes returned with much the same power as it had possessed before. The white demon parted the phalanx of Dalaria's men with but a wave of his hand. He seduced them with a glance, and they fell before him kneeling, men and women alike. Maashen could see it in their eyes. They had fallen under his influence instantly.

The assassin raised her blade to defend herself, but it was of no use. Tsathangaus refused to even meet her request for blood. She felt it cowering in her hands, afraid of the being that should have been sent into nothingness by its slightest touch. Maashen suddenly realized that she was going to die.

She saw it in his blank expression. She saw her own death awaiting her in one look from not am arm's length away. The shadow shrank back into the demon's body and his eyes showered her body with light. She hadn't seen something so...so...in her entire life, nothing had ever been so...

Beautiful.

Pure, unrestrained beauty. She had never seen something like it before. Something so pure and divine. Two souls bound together in one body. She fell to her knees, tears falling from her eyes. Two souls had joined before her very eyes. Something like this was the stuff of ancient tales, stretching as far back as the birth of the Nine Circles themselves, when souls had merged a diverged at will within the Eternal Sanctum in ecstasy and endless euphoria.

The last thing Maashen saw was the demon's baleful glare as he rammed his blade into the center of her chest.

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Jack growled as he wrenched his sword out of the woman's chest and kicked her to the ground. The dumbfounded and awestricken look on her face didn't disappear, even after she died. Jack looked around, and saw that everyone was staring at him like he had grown another head and it was talking. Even Anatithenai, who was usually level-headed, was completely taken aback.

"What?" Jack asked, turning around to see everyone he had just passed on the ground and staring at him in a different manner than the others. They looked like they were watching their god. Jack stepped back and looked to Anatithenai for help.

"Gods...you..." The slime was speechless.

"What just happened? I got stabbed, felt sick, and now everyone's one the floor. Does anyone want to explain to me what just happened?"

"Hybrid!" Anatithenai shouted, racing over to Jack with her arms forward. Jack barely had time to face her before she slammed into him and wrapped him up in her slimy arms, kissing him all over. "You didn't die! Gods, I was worried!"

"Incomplete boy?" a familiar, soft voice spoke up.

Jack's heart skipped a beat.

"Anathane!" he exclaimed, removing himself from Anatithenai's embrace. He faced her and his heart leapt into his throat. She stood in the broken doorway with a look of sheer and utter disbelief in her eyes. She was crying.

"You just..."

"Anathane, I'm so glad you came! I was worried sick about you!" Jack said, hugging her as tightly as he could. When she didn't return his hug, he grew concerned. "Anathane? What's wrong?"

"You died," she said numbly. "I watched you die. I watched your soul and your body part. You can't be real..." She stared at him like he was going to fade away and be gone forever if she let herself think it was truly him. Jack stood on the tips of his toes and kissed her on the lips softly.

"Was that real?" he asked, smiling.

"Incomplete boy!" she shrieked, suddenly bursting into a loud, emotional fit of crying. "I knew it! I knew you couldn't be dead! I knew you were special. I felt it inside you. You're incomplete! I felt you, everything, your soul, you! You! You! You're alive! Oh Jack, I love you! You're alive!" She cried so hard that her entire body shook with every sob. Jack felt his body being crushed beneath the force of her embrace, but bore it until she had let her emotions wane and the worst of it was gone.

They kissed again, but this time, Anathane was entirely feeling of it. She kissed him so hard that he thought she was going to hit his teeth into the back of his throat with her lips. She withdrew after sobbing a little more and then squeezed him one last time before letting him rest in her arms comfortably.

"C'mon, don't cry," Jack pleaded. "It's alright. I'm fine, see? Everything on me is working just fine. I'm as okay as I can be, and nobody's trying to kill me anymore."

"I watched you die, Jack. How could I not cry? I watched my life and soul drift away in the wind. And I watched it return tenfold. I don't know what to think. I can't stop crying." She wiped her eyes with one hand, but tears continued to flow profusely, covering her face with dark streaks down to her chin.

"But I'm okay now, see? I don't feel so good, but I got stabbed right through the chest and lived, didn't I? You can stop crying. We still have a job to do." Jack pressed his lips to hers and her demonic body made itself whole.

Blue horns sprouted from her head and she roared in pleasure as her tail came to wrap around Jack's arm. Her eyes exploded into two balls of red flames and her skin tinged golden, and began as hard as steel. Jack watched the largest pair of wings he had ever seen unfurl from behind her back. She smiled at him and showed two rows of shark-like teeth and a serpentine tongue in her mouth.

She truly looked like a demon for the first time.

Jack unlocked himself from her embrace and she stood up to her full height. Jack hadn't realized that her horns made her look so much taller than him. Although she was still only about a head taller than he was, she looked huge with her wings flared to either side of her. However, she still had enough sex appeal to drown in.




Cemetery Summons Ch. 27



Jack turned a little red at the thought if his inadequateness compared to her. He was just this little guy, a new demon...or incubus...or both, however you looked at it. She was a golden goddess of lust and beauty. How could he ever live up to her expectations? She deserved someone who could at least match her size, if not her stamina. Someone like Tirol would be better for her, not him.

"Hey, stop thinking like that Jack," Anathane scolded, slapping his ass sharply.

"What?" Jack whined back, wincing as she slapped him again.

"Don't think I didn't put a little bit of me back in you already. One of me doesn't have a tongue anymore for a reason. So don't go thinking I'm too good for you. You're good enough for me; for all of us Jack. Even though Tirol is a giant, his sex drive is only as powerful as an angel's." She let her gaze fall on the angel, and by chance, the giant looked over and raised his hand in greeting. "You Jack, could outlast him at any moment in your life now. You are his sexual superior, and we are going to make you prove that soon."

"Does that mean what I think it means?" Jack asked, completely aware of what proving his sexual prowess meant.

"It means all four of what you think," the demon replied, leaning down to kiss his forehead. "Now let's go bring our white knight's maidens back home. Tirol can handle things here. And I think Kan is out of action already, if you know what I mean." She giggled and Jack saw what she meant by it.

Kan and Anthony were lost in their own world against one wall, locked in a timeless embrace of passion, attempting to find a little bit of privacy and avoid the eyes of their friends. Jack looked around to see if things really were clear here. Dalaria's men had surrendered and the battle had wound down here.

They pushed on without Tirol, Kan, and Anthony for obvious reasons and continued the search for the lowest dungeons where Anthony had said the three hearts were held before he and Kan had lost themselves to each other.

It was all winding down now. Everyone was back together as they should be. Anathane had returned and looked and felt more fearsome and beautiful than ever. All that was left was to recover Elassa, Niaf, and Fain and everything would be over.

Jack didn't care what happened to Dalaria now, as long as she couldn't do any more harm to Jack or any of his friends.

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A/N: Sorry there wasn't any real sex action in this chapter. It kinda sucked anyway; sorry about that. And I realized that anything I try to make epically important always falls short of how I see it in my head. Meh, whatever. I hope you enjoyed it.



Cemetery Summons Ch. 28



Anathane pushed aside a half-open doorway and stood out of the way. Jack walked through, an entourage of demons and succubi with him, and behind them an army of Blackhoods. There wasn't a thing in this world that could stop Jack from getting into the bottom of this fortress and freeing his lovers. Jack felt Anathane scoot up to his side as her mother tried to call her back so she could hug her child.

But the demon would have none of it, and stayed as close to Jack as she could. His path was clear now that there weren't fifty thousand doorways that lead into a maze of narrow corridors and small connecting chambers like a spider's web on a massive scale. Now, there was just a dark hallway and a door at the end.

It was all coming down to this. This was going to lead him to Dalaria and give him a last fight, and then it would be over. He had spent almost a year down here in hell. He was glad to finally be on the verge of going home again and living with the four people he loved most. He sighed and raised his hand toward the locked door ahead.

"Anathane, could you get that for me too?" he asked, a little guiltily.

"Anything you want," she replied.

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The demon hardly knew what to do with herself now that she had Jack again. It was so great to even just see his face! Anathane knew she loved him, and that she missed him when she wasn't with him, but she didn't know just how much until recently. She had spent ten years away after their first meeting, and that one didn't bother her as much as this recent separation.

Last time, his whole life had been peachy-keen, save for a select three succubi vying for his love and trying to move her out of the picture. However, she had always been able to find solace in the fact that he was safe and sound with them. Even though they fought her tooth and nail for every second of time she snagged with him, if not just for show of faith for him, she trusted them with Jack's life without question.

This time had tested the limits of her heart. She had left Jack on the eve of the largest battle since the Third Ring War, without Elassa, Fain, or Niaf to protect him. Though he had many allies with him, she didn't trust them with something as precious as his very existence, least of all Anatithenai. Anathane had left not knowing if she was ever going to see him or any of her friends again. Luckily, everyone had pulled through, if only by the slimmest of margins.

Watching Jack die had taken its toll on her as well. She approached the barred door and raised a hand, watching it tremble slightly. The shock of watching Jack's soul getting plundered by a fallen angel's blade was still taking its toll. She was on the verge of tears still, and keeping them back only with the sound of Jack's voice.

She easily pushed the iron-bound giants aside and waited for Jack to lead the way before continuing. She shot Anatithenai a hateful glare and then turned her attention back to her lover. Anatithenai had promised to keep him alive, to stay with him until her last breath as his guardian angel. And she had failed to do the only thing Anathane had asked of her in her entire life. Jack had died right in front of both of them. It was a miracle that he wasn't dead, and that Anatithenai wasn't either.

Anathane had watched Jack mature and grow over these past months. He had come to hell as a scared, frightened child with no prowess of mind, body, or will. He had been pushed around, beaten, raped, mistreated, and forced into a situation he did not want to be in.

But he had come through a true warrior and lover for it.

She had seen him become the beautiful being he was now, and felt his hunger and desire grow with every passing week. She saw his body fine-tuned and turned into the machine that every demon dreamed of. She had seen two souls in him collide and become one being that was more whole than Anathane could believe was possible. She was incomplete. He was too complete. He filled in the gaps and made her whole, and Anathane's body could hardly take it.

Being behind him was good in the fact that she didn't have to face down the gaze that could probably seduce at will anyone he desired. But it also meant that she had to keep her hands to herself with no help from him to do it. It was the hardest thing she had ever had to do. Her body burned with the passion that scholars on earth aspired to picture with flowery language and a thousand epics and poems.

Anathane's golden skin was enough to show that she was truly horny. But the presence of her true demonic pieces were what kept the rest of the group several paces away. The only thing keeping her off Jack's body right now was that if she pounced, it would endanger the others and make Jack mad at her.

And so, with all the mental strength she could muster, she eased the growing tension by plunging her tail between her engorged labia, hissing softly as the euphoria of pleasure began to roll through her. It had been a long four days with Jack. Somehow, he knew that she was going to town on herself without him, and turned his head.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"Yeah, just a little shaken," Anathane replied coolly. "I can't help but think that I had at least a little part in your survival back there." Oh, hold on; don't cry! Anathane squeezed her eyes shut for a moment and blinked away the tears. She couldn't let Elassa know about it. If she knew Jack died, she might never stop crying about it. Gods, the difference between what she and that succubus felt was enormous!

"How do you figure?" replied Jack. "Not that I want to downplay anything you did," he quickly amended.

She nudged him with her elbow. "Don't be so uptight. You can relax with me. And to answer your question, it has to do with your metamorphosis from human to demon."

Jack rolled his eyes. "Keep going..."

"Impatient boy is what I should've called you," the greater demon muttered jokingly. "Well, do you remember the day that you went back home as a demon? You know, when you ripped off your horn?"

"Sort of. I remember you hitting me or something before I woke up at home, right after...you know, the first time I cried in front of you."

"That's the day," Anathane's voice dropped as she tickled a ridge of sensitive zones deep inside her pussy. She put a hand on Jack's shoulder for support and almost pushed him to the floor without thinking about it.

"Jesus Anathane!" Jack cried. "Holy hell you're heavy!" He recovered, and Anathane regained her composure, a bit of steam blown off now that she had an orgasm to cool down from.

"Sorry. As I was saying; that day, you were already almost to the point of turning. When I kept you inside me for that long, it sped up the whole process."

"So I'm like this because you sped things up?" he reiterated.

"Not exactly. When I sped things up, I put a little bit of me inside you. I filled in what they hadn't with part of me and that you got ready to turn right then and there. It shouldn't have happened so early, but, what can ya do. This woman is just so attracted to you," she said, smiling at him.

"So...why am I not half-and-half if you guys made one person out of me together? Everybody's saying something about me having two souls. What's wrong with me?"

Anathane squeezed his shoulder. "Nothing's wrong with you Jack. You're something very special down here. Having two souls hasn't occurred since the accidental soul bind at birth, and even then, it was only as merged as Niaf and Fain were originally. You've got a blessing, not a curse."

"You know, you're really bad at explaining things," Jack commented.

"Sorry," Anathane giggled. "But you understand what I mean. If you want the real truth from me; I don't know. My best guess would be that I loved you so much that I made a piece of you all for myself so I could smother you with kisses all day long."

"I'm sure," Jack droned sardonically.

"Okay, okay. I really think that because they're all succubi and I'm a demon made something inside you go wrong, and the two pieces sort of formed a whole, but they made extra too. Like I put in three quarters, and so did they, and we came out with an extra half. And everyone else might have made up the difference with their own pieces. You have gotten around down here, you know."

"So, I only survived because everyone fucked me?" Jack sounded scared.

"In a way. But why does it matter so much to you?" Anathane tilted her head to the side and Jack snuck a glance back at the column of demons, incubi, and succubi. He put a hand over his face and dragged it down worriedly.

"You can't tell them that. I already have a steep enough debt to pay to them."

"What, their help? Who said that you needed to pay them?" Anathane turned her head and scanned the crowd behind them. It was probably Anatithenai. If she planned on taking Jack's body for another spin, then she could forget it! She was still mad at the slime for that.

"No, actually, it wasn't just one; everyone said they wanted to get payment for their help. And, don't be mad please, but I said I would work something out with them after this was all through. Is that okay?"

Anathane bit her lip and tried not to think of the one thing everyone wanted from him that he could give. There was no way she could let them take him again. Not only did she not want it to happen; the others most definitely wanted to make up for lost time. But, she took it all in stride. They'd cross that bridge once they got to it.

"It's okay, but this is going to be a Treaty of Versailles sort of deal. Us four betrothed to you get to decide the amount of time they spend with you, and when they do it. You have no say. And they have no say. Capice?"

"Sure," Jack said. He didn't seem to have any aversion to her way of thinking, so she just rubbed his head and doted on him for a little while as they began to descend a flight of stairs. As they reached the bottom, they found a stone archway lined with runes that not even Anathane had seen before. She pondered them for a moment and tried to peer through the crack in the heavy curtains hung inside the arch. Jack was getting impatient while she held him still.

"What is it?" Anatithenai asked.

"I've never seen these runes before," the younger of the two answered. "I don't know what might happen if we walk beneath them." She pointed to the drapes. "Jack, have some of the boys tear those down, would you?"

"Okay." He waved his arm and a group of Blackhoods, as Jack referred to them as, rushed forward and tore the drapes to shreds. Behind them was just a dark corridor absent of torches or any light at all.

Just...darkness.

Anathane felt her steely golden skin crawl. "Can we remove those wards then?" she asked. Jack nodded to the Blackhoods and they clambered up the archway, striking at the runes with clawed hands that showed no sign of the carnage they had wrought only scant minutes ago. The ancient stones were soon covered with deep ruts at every angle, ruining whatever magic had been contained within them.

The group continued on, and soon the darkness of the corridor lessened as the light of demonic eyes flooded between its walls. Anathane had a feeling in the pit of her stomach that this was not as it should be. Above, she didn't know how far away the ceiling was. She knew it couldn't be close, because even her piercing vision could see nothing above.

She vaguely remembered this place for a great many years ago, when she had been summoned to oversee the torture and sacrifice of a very unloved and hateful soul. She remembered this hallways once holding statues of warriors that fought in the Nine Circles War in alcoves on either side of the passage, and great chandeliers above lighting the way. Now, there was nothing but darkness and blank, empty walls the entire way.

Their journey came to an abrupt halt as Jack ran into something. "Ouch, fuck."

"You alright?" Anathane cooed, holding her hand out to feel what he'd run into. She was surprised to find a solid wall. She put her face close to it and found that it was indeed a solid stone wall. "This wasn't here the last time I came here."

"Trouble!" shouted Nyx.

"What?"

"Something's killing all our troops!" the dark succubus roared back.

"Blackhoods, huddle up!" Jack shouted. A swathe of dark figures appeared from black emptiness even thicker than they were, and the group came closer together in a disorderly phalanx. Anatithenai turned her body around and glared into the darkness.

"Damn it all to the Ninth," she slime lamented. "She walked us into a trap."

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Dead warlocks lay all over the floor at her feet. They hadn't been so useless after all. Even though they were only human, with these new bodies, they were going to be a great help in buying her time.

Dalaria was almost finished with her dimensional circle. She just needed to inscribe a few more phrases and then she would have a clear passage to the mortal world to kill the human Jack loved most. Through Elassa's memories, she had pried out the name of the woman he loved. The demon grinned as she finished her work.

Her grin faded with the sight of the three pitiful succubi in their cells. Fain had yet to come back from her nearly-mortal head trauma, and Niaf had refused to move from her twin's side since. Elassa just sat in her dark corner, crying.

"Don't worry," Dalaria said. "It would be against sacred tradition and law for me to kill you myself, and since I don't have any other comrades here with me, I suppose that means you three live. I'll be gone soon to kill her, and you won't ever have to see me again."

"And good riddance," Niaf snarled. "Fain deserves to never have to look at you after what you did to her. Fain, Jack's close. Can you feel him? He'll be here soon to help. Just hold on a little longer."

"Purple," Fain murmured in barely a whisper.

"That's right!" Niaf said. "You're gonna be seeing purple, and, and yellow, and white, oh the white shine in his eyes! We'll see that every day once Jack gets us back home. We'll be ridin' him until Doomsday comes! It's gonna be great! So, just hold on until then. Keep squeezing my fingers."

Dalaria pricked her finger and stepped into the middle of the circle. She pressed her thumb to the eye in the center and the floor beneath her collapsed into nothingness. She closed her eyes and gripped her axe tightly. If there was one thing she would do to this goddamned usurper, it was kill his human love. There were no laws against it here. She was forbidden to slay her prisoners herself, but humans were in her power to kill at will.

She felt her head break the surface of the mortal world and sound graced her ears. Water lapping at the edges of its confines. A slight breeze passing through the air. The head of her axe thudded against the grass as her feet. Dalaria opened her eyes and looked up at the large building in front of her. Her slow, heavy breaths were visible in front of her face. She wondered briefly if this would be the last time she would ever see her own breath.

Well, it didn't matter anyway.

She started for the building slowly.

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"What the fuck are these?!" Jack roared over the din of ringing blades and steel on flesh and stone. He slashed a sword with no visible effect except to numb his arm. He barely stepped out of the way of the return swing from the living statue. Anathane quickly returned the swing with her fist, and pummeled the statue's head into rubble. However, even being beheaded didn't stop it, and the blade found Anathane's side.

"Anathane!" Anatithenai roared. "Stay away from my daughter!" Her gigantic blue fist knocked aside several of the statues as they moved to block her path. She destroyed them outright with over a dozen tendrils that ended in hammer heads and large blocks that flattened stonework that was possibly older than she was, and covered with wards of protection.

"Are you alright?" Jack asked, holding back a stone fist with his sword stuck all the way down to the hilt between two of its knuckles.

Anathane winced as acid vapor leaked from her wounded side. She gave him a wan smile and split herself into three copies who hammered a statue like there was no tomorrow. "I'm fine, just a little peeved. Let's hurry up and get this over with." She helped Jack destroy his statue with two golden fists, slamming her hands into its shoulders. Its arms fell to the floor and it turned to her, attempting to slam its face into hers. Jack raised its arm, still impaled on his sword, and knocked it back.

Anatithenai crushed it and spat curses in its crumbling face. Jack kicked the arm off his blade and turned to help Anathane out if she needed it. But by this time, the battle was winding down and Anathane was pulling herself back into one being again. Anatithenai knocked down the wall that had trapped them and pushed away the stones scattered on the other side.

Jack was right behind her, with Anathane at his heels. They walked a short distance into a relatively small room with a torch on the far wall and four cells on either side. Jack immediately felt familiar presences.

"Fain!" cried Jack as he rushed over to where he saw her lying with her head in Niaf's lap, eyes just barely open. Jack grabbed the bars and forced his arm through. Niaf met his hand and started crying.

"Fain, he's here. Look; it's Jack. He's here to save us," she breathed, tears running down her face. Jack backed up and cut the bars with his sword all the way across. Broken segments clattered to the floor and he almost jumped through the gap. He grabbed Niaf and Fain at the same time and hugged them tightly. Niaf hugged him for dear life and started bawling.

"Guys; I'm so sorry for everything! Please for give me!" Jack said, taking in everything about them for the first time in almost a year. Fain raised her hand weakly and smiled.

"White...pretty..." she murmured.

"Jack, she needs you," Niaf moaned hoarsely. "We all do. It's bee so long since we had anything to eat." She had no witty remarks, only gratitude and tears for him. Jack breathed a sigh in relief and picked up his twins, carrying them out of their cell. He handed them to Anathane, who started comforting them and giving them her own elixirs of good health and healing.

Jack approached the cell that held Elassa with a heavy heart. This was not the happy, magnificent reunion he had hoped for. Instead, this was just silent relief and weariness that seemed to just drag on with every moment. Jack cut the bars apart and stepped in.

"Elassa?" he asked, sticking his sword in the wall.

"I told her no matter how many men she threw at you, that you couldn't be beaten. I told her that no matter how many times she tried to make me take another's love, that I would stay loyal to you. I told her you would come for us. I told her you loved us enough to do it. I was right, wasn't I?" she asked, rising slowly.

"Find out for yourself. It's been a whole year. I hope you still remember how to kiss like I remember." Jack embraced her warmly and they locked lips instantly. Elassa thrust her tongue into his mouth and squeezed him softly. Her hands explored his body, taking in what she remembered about him, and what had changed during their separation.

Jack felt tears reaching his chin, his own tears, and closed his eyes. He didn't want her to see him cry again. It wasn't the time for tears. It was the time for laughter, and joy and full hearts to rise in honor of a great reunion. Instead, all Jack could feel was the remorse of what had happened because of him. He kissed her harder.

He couldn't take in enough of her. It had been so long since he'd been with any of his lovers other than Anathane. And while she was perfect, she was only one fourth of his life. Right now, he had to amend the situation with the other three and making things right as a whole. He broke away for air and Elassa smiled at him.




Cemetery Summons Ch. 28



"You taste like you just ate out a demon. Been busy?" Elassa inquired impishly.

"Are you okay?" Jack returned, kissing her again before she could answer. He had barely taken a breather, but he wanted more. He didn't want to let her go, but when she started to press her hand against this chest, he relented, reluctantly though.

"I'm not the girl I used to be, and I'm being suffocated by my supposed rescuer, but I'll live. It's been a long year, Jack. I hope you still remember what I like."

His eyes rolled almost involuntarily. "Like I could forget."

Anatithenai spoke up from the far side of the room. "Where is Dalaria?"

Everyone suddenly noticed an absence of the demon and searched every corner of every cell. She was nowhere to be found. Niaf helped Fain to the center of the room and let her down in the middle of a large circle.

"She's gone to your world, Jack, to kill the woman you love most. I guess that means that she thinks you had sex with the person you love most," Niaf said, petting Fain's head.

"My head hurts," the blue-eyed succubus moaned.

"You're fine, wuss. Suck it up; Anathane already gave you all the help she could."

"Anathane, take us to Melissa's place now," Jack commanded. Anathane looked around and started back for the doorway.

"We need Anthony's blood to make it work."

"I have him here," Tirol said, stepping through the broken wall in front of Anathane. He handed the warlock to the golden demon, and Kan clawed toward her lover, crying.

"Anthony!"

"Kan!" he cried back.

"It took me considerable effort to get them apart. I almost thought it an impossible task," the fallen angel commented. Anthony fought a battle he couldn't hope to win against Anathane's superior strength.

Anathane held him still. "Calm down Anthony. All I need is a little blood, and you'll be back in your lover's arms. Please; it'll be quick." Anthony relented and Anathane got what she needed from him. Tirol let Kan down and she tackled Anthony to the ground. They embraced as lovers did and started at each other like wild animals.

"They have it worse than you do," Ekana jeered at Jack, smirking.

"Shut the fuck up for now, Ekana. Anathane, are we ready to go?"

"Ready when you are."

Jack went and retrieved his sword, and everyone gathered in the circle. "Let's go." He closed his eyes and felt the floor beneath his feet dematerialize. He felt everyone around him being sucked into the aether between worlds and resisted fiercely the urge to open his eyes to find out what it all looked like. Phantom hands probed at him, but retreated quickly as he left their realm.

He opened his eyes again and found himself inside his own apartment again. Everything was as he had left it, down to the way his shirt was just about to fall off the arm of the couch, but clung just tightly enough to stay off the floor. His carpet was still unclean and the coke on his little coffee table was still only half drunk.

"Melissa's apartment is four doors down," Jack said, rushing for the door. Anathane barred his way and Jack ran right into her. He staggered, having just smacked his head against flesh with the hardness and rigidity of steel, and growled low in his throat.

Anathane rolled her eyes. "Dalaria isn't even here. She can't be going after Melissa, because that girl is asleep, safe and sound. Who else have you had sex with here? Oh wait, Dr. Kenaw."

All eyes turned to Jack, whose face bloomed a fantastic red color in an instant.

"How far around do you swing, kid?" Jaelani asked.

"Farther than some of us can if he's getting' it on with humans and us demons too," Ekana answered.

"Maybe some of us have families to take care of and watch out for?" Nyx shot back, eyes narrowed.

"Enough, where is Dalaria?" Jack snapped. He turned to Anathane, but she shied away sheepishly.

"I'm sorry, but I don't have the slightest clue. I know she's not near, but she's masked her presence from us somehow. Mother, what about you?"

"No idea," the slime shrugged.

"She is nearby," Tirol said, hunched over with his hands almost on the floor. "Ancient slime, find my thoughts." The fallen angel floated over to Anatithenai and she shot a jet of liquid into his mouth. He cringed, but showed no other sign of pain or discomfort as something crawled beneath his hood and turned his eyes blue. He straightened, and hit his head on the ceiling.

"Oops," Anatithenai said. "Not used to controlling such a tall character. Almost there; think hard now, that's it..." Tirol's eyes darkened and then faded back to white. He hunched again and spat out a gob of water. Anatithenai caught it on the tip of her finger and absorbed it.

"And?" Anathane asked impatiently.

"Here you go." The slime produced a blue orb from her mouth and Anathane snatched it, and then ate it. They stood there for a moment, and then Anathane sighed.

"Nothing. We don't mix at all," the golden demon said, murmuring, "Thank the gods."

Anatithenai's murky lips rose at the edges to form a knowing, devious smile. "You know, Anathane, we could always do 'that' to transfer the thought."

"No!" Anathane shouted. "Never! I refuse! Not on your..." She saw Jack's pleading gaze, and bit her bottom lip fiercely. "Jack, please..." He put his hands together as if in prayer, and Anathane screamed in her mouth. "Fine."

Anatithenai opened her arms and Anathane embraced her hotly, her golden skin melting back into the creamy tan that Jack was used to. Her breasts expanded to their proportions they had been before the escapade in hell. She returned to her more human form and her cheeks flushed bright red.

The slime too, began to expand and shape herself to proportions that seemed impossible for humans to achieve. Her body was like one big, blue piece of jello. She mauled Anathane's lips with her own like a tiger. They began to feel and explore with long, elegant arms, and entangle legs with a gooey column of slime.

"What are they doing?" Jack asked Volna, who stared impassively at the two demons heightening their definitions of passion.

"They're getting themselves worked up to let thoughts flow between them. It's uncommon for it to have to come to this, but them both being shapeshifters might have something to do with it, or the familial ties. I just hope your friend can get our help in time. We'd be going now, but we have to retain a certain level of secrecy in the human world."

"Fuck, isn't t-" Jack's left arm was yanked and he suddenly found himself between the two demons. They leaned too far and hit the floor in a tangle of limbs. Jack felt hands all over his body, and smooth, slick flesh against his rigid arousal. He looked up and saw Anathane's face being smothered by Anatithenai's.

"Hold on mother!" Anathane grabbed Jack beneath the arms, and while running her thigh up his leg, raised him to the level of the faces. Anatithenai took the time to say hello while she kissed up the side of Anathane's neck, her breath coming out in clouds of steam. Jack and his lover kissed hard, and Anathane ran her hands all the way down his torso, spreading her fingers out to feel as much of him as she could.

The air was electric.

Jack felt like he was in the middle of the most excited and wired cosmic fuckpile he could imagine. Something engulfed his right arm and Anatithenai moaned in pleasure. Anathane turned him so that their fronts faced each other and her hand started to rub his cock furiously. Anatithenai's squishy, huge breasts pressed to his back and were pressed flat in an instant.

The air around Jack was stifling The two demons couldn't find enough hands to feel with, enough holes to fill, or enough of him to grab onto. The mother and daughter put their heads against each other and Jack felt a torrent of emotion flooding his brain. His eyes rolled back in his head and his mouth fell open. God, what were they doing? He couldn't even understand what he was feeling right now.

Anathane's face appeared before him, as did her mother's. They looked at each other, and then at him. He tried to make a joke about how they looked alike, but it died in his throat as they talked. The bass in his ears was deafening. His head thrummed with noise. His eyes felt like they were going to be shaken out of his head. A hand touched his face and slowly brought him back from the edge.

"...ike we did too much. He got a little from that. And did you see that from his angle? Oh, that's just the cutest little pair of eyes he has."

Anatithenai's voice.

"Mother, don't look through those! They're mine!"

Anathane there.

"Can we go now?" Jack asked, suddenly exhausted. He pushed himself up weakly and the two women above him held him beneath the arms, hoisting him to his feet. Anathane pulled everyone together with a dozen tentacles and they warped into thin air, appearing inside the living room of a well-furnished house. Jack collapsed onto the back of a chair and pushed himself back upright at the sound of a woman screaming.

"Dr. Kenaw!" Fain said.

"Doctor!" Anathane shouted.

"Candy!" roared Jack, a rush of adrenaline racing through his body. He righted himself and almost tripped over a short table on the way to the stairs. His heart was thudding in his chest as he vaulted up the stairs. "Candy!" he yelled.

"Help!" she called back frantically. Something hit the wall up ahead that sounded like glassware or pottery. Jack ran into the room it came from and found Dr. Kenaw in the corner of her bedroom with Kelly next to her, the doctor and nurse huddle together in the corner with Dalaria wiping blood off her face.

Dalaria raised her axe and Jack sprang instantly. He wrapped his fingers around the haft of her axe and his arm around her neck. His legs locked around her waist and she grunted with effort, trying to swing down and killed Dr. Kenaw and Kelly in one stroke.

"Run! Do something!" Jack yelled.

"You are mine, Dalaria!" Tirol snarled, shouldering a wall down with brute strength. Jack turned his head to see the fallen angel bringing his fist back to strike.

"Wait!"

"Now fall, architect of my torment!" Tirol bellowed, swinging around. Jack's eyes widened.

"Tiro-"

Jack saw stars, and then nothing.

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He woke up to a circle of faces above him.

"Gods, I thought we lost him there. Who woulda thought that cock could save her life and almost end his?"

"Don't...mention it...ever aga...in," Ekana panted from out of Jack's circle of vision.

"What happened?" Jack groaned as he sat up. He looked around, and found the downstairs of the house trashed beyond belief. Every piece of furniture was torn apart or stuck in a wall. The floor was scarred everywhere, and one wall was almost completely torn down. Where a chandelier had hung, Dalaria's axe was now stuck, and the ornament was on the floor and in pieces. "What the fuck did you guys do? She's gonna kill us!"

"No, Jack, I'm not," said Candy Kenaw. Jack shook his head and got off the couch, which had no back.

"Oh, fuck, Candy, I...I have no idea how to explain what happened."

"You don't have to. She already did everything for you," Candy said, pointing to Elassa, who lay sprawled out on the floor asleep. Next to her lay Niaf and Fain and Ekana, only the latter of which was actually awake.

"So..."

"Something is very...very wrong with you Jack. I've never seen someone go so many times and still be hungry for more!" Candy exclaimed.

"What?" Jack looked at the people around him. Nyx and Anahane averted their eyes and tried to play innocent. Candy had her face in her palm, smiling. Jaelani wasn't even paying attention now that Kelly was talking to her. Only Anatithenai stared him down and answered him.

"Look around you. All these women passed out on the floor. Anthony won't touch a single one of them besides Kan, which he's still doing now. You're the only other fuckable man here besides Tirol, and he's out cold because of you. Put two and two together for once."

"I didn't screw everyone, did I?" Jack hoped against it.

"Does it look like they beat each other unconscious? Of course you did! At first, Tirol knocked you out, but you woke with a lust that's probably the result of your recent 'spiritual growth' as a denizen of hell. And you started pining to ride everyone like a dog does a leg."

"I didn't do...Tirol's not out because of..."

Anatithenai snorted. "No. You're not gay; we know that well enough now. He tried to hold you back, and you hit him like he did you accidentally. After that, you ran through us like a bull through a kindergarten. You took out everyone but me, and I had to ride out the storm for about an hour. Do you even know what time it is?" She waited while Jack looked through a hole in the ceiling and found a dark sky spotted with stars looking back at him.

"About eight?" he guessed.

"Try ten. We got here at nine in the morning and you only dropped after you dealt with me, and that was around...eight thirty, maybe. Give or take fifteen or so minutes. Anathane held you the longest though. It was quite funny to see Anathane beg you to stop and hold you away, only to have you give her one pleading stare and be rammed back into her arms at your behest. Oh, Anathane has so much to learn about men."

Anathane barked, "I know enough about this one to see when he needs love!" She hugged Jack possessively and stroked his head warmly, burying his face in her ample cleavage. "And you're not touching him again."

"Mph."

"Sorry incomplete boy," Anathane said, letting him pull his head back to speak.

"Nyx said something about saving someone. What's that about?"

The dark succubus pointed to a woman lying on the ruined dining room table. "Tirol fought Dalaria like a real demon, and flattened her against the deck out back before dragging her in here. You woke up about then and stopped Tirol from killing her when he grabbed you to calm you down. And while we were all getting fucked, courtesy of a certain all-too-horny incubus, she woke up and hid in the kitchen."

"She's not dead?!"

"Well, sort of. Tirol did kill Dalaria when he crushed her into the deck. Anatithenai did what she could to heal the poor girl, so we could all get a turn at it, but we never got the chance because of your antics. So, Tirol killed her, because the demon lying there right now isn't Dalaria, but she technically isn't dead."

"Then who is it then?" Jack asked, bemused.

"We don't know yet. Anatithenai sedated her and put her there before we could get anything out of her, but we know that Dalaria either had a change of heart, or Tirol knocked something loose in her head. We're waiting for Anthony to come down and probe her mind." Nyx added offhandedly, "Oh, by the way, he's totally blind now if you didn't notice."

"Well, what do we do now that it's done?" Jack said, looking intently at Dalaria. She'd brought so much sadness into his house, and she was going to live through it all. He clenched his fists. All the pain she had caused everyone, and she got to live?

"Calm down, honey. It's over. We're through with all the fighting and worrying," cooed Jack's bronzed lover, cupping his face in her hands. "We're done with having to be apart ever again. We get to be together until Ragnarok, and Armageddon, and Doomsday. You get to love us and get everything you wanted out of life. And now everything I told you is true."

"Everything?" Jack asked, arching a brow.

"What have I missed? Eternal love, not a care in the world, a mother that won't rape you as long as I still draw breath." She shot a warning glance to her mother. "And a pax cunnilingum that's gonna last forever and ever."

"Well that's all fine and dandy, but I have a question for you Anathane, before you finish up with your pax cunningulum speech," Jack interrupted.

"What is it?" she asked, running two fingers under his chin sensually.

"Where is my other horn?"

She smiled guiltily and turned his head with her hand toward the pile of women to the left. Elassa held onto a curved white cone with both hands.

"She was so worried about killing you at one point. But she really let loose like I haven't seen a succubus do in a long time. Not only did she manage to tear that right off, she bled you white as well. Quite literally. But you passed her trial of love with flying colors."

"Not a very wide pallet of color though, mostly just red with a dash of white for everyone," Anatithenai snorted. "I'm through here. If you need me, I'll be bothering Nyx's daughter. I hear she has some curse that needs to be lifted."

Nyx followed the slime after saying her goodbyes. "Yes," she said with a heavy sigh. "My daughter is finally cursed with lust."

"I suppose that means that I'll be heading off too then. Thanks for the ride," Jaelani said to Jack, and blew him a kiss. "You know where to find me if you need another day on my stage."

Tirol picked Jaelani up off her feet and floated after Anatithenai into the next room, muttering something about needing to find a place to stay now that he was without a home and his debts paid in full.

Limarei left with her mother, and Nyx's boys followed in suit soon afterward. Ekana lingered for just long enough to sneak a dirty motion with her mouth and fingers before going with them, leaving the room in relative peace.

Jack slumped back on the backless couch and let out a long, weary sigh. He looked over at Dr. Kenaw, who just shook her head and turned around. "I knew I should have stayed away from this one Kelly. I just knew this was the one that would be the straw to break the camel's back."

"Candy, give him a little break. He did take you all the way to climax in under five minutes," Kelly said cheekily, getting up off the floor. "And you saw all that money the blue one gave us, right? Now we have the money and an excuse to get that new tile floor and the hot tub out back."

"I'm tired. I'm going to bed Kelly. We'll have to get this all fixed in the morning." She turned her head. "You coming?"

"Do I look like I'm going to miss what I think's coming?" the nurse replied, scampering off past the doctor and up the stairs, now with no balcony.

"And you," said the doctor, eyeing Jack closely from half way across the house. "You better not be here when I wake up." She turned back to the stairs. "And you three better not be here either!" she yelled.

"Ah, shut up!" Kan yelled back.

"We're almost through here!" Volna said in a tone that was just a tad nicer.

"I mean it!" Candy said more firmly, but resigned herself to her room with Kelly.

Jack moved his attention to Anathane. "Speaking of getting gone...I haven't been home in a while. Melissa's probably worried sick about me."

"Getting ready for another one already?" his demon chided. "You're such a naughty little boy."

"I'm tired. Let's just go home and curl up on the bed and go to sleep. We can sort out the rest of our lives tomorrow." He held a hand out and Anathane pulled him to his feet. Together, they collected the three sleeping succubi and Anathane took them back to Jack's apartment in an instant. Jack gently set his three beloved succubi down and they stirred lightly, wrapping their arms around him groggily as he settled in with them.

Niaf and Fain wrapped themselves around his legs. Elassa draped an arm over his chest and snuggled up to his side. Her alabaster breasts squashed against the side of his chest, but he only smiled and kissed her on the forehead. Anathane put herself across the length of the bed and curled her body to fit on it, laying Jack's head on her flat, tanned stomach.

"Sweet dreams, incomplete boy."

"Love you, Jack."

"Goodnight, master."

"Do me anytime, boyo."

"Guys, I know we're supposed to be going to sleep, but I've been thinking about something..." There was a short pause where they all looked to see what he meant, as if they could discern his thoughts by looking into his eyes.




Cemetery Summons Ch. 28



"What?" Niaf asked.

"When are we getting married?"

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While the house of Archer came to life in a roar of elation and approval at a proposed date of marriage, the demons who had returned to hell were beginning to go their separate ways. The thing that had bound them together had been resolved, and things were returning to their normal states again. Tirol lingered for a moment with Anatithenai as Jaelani went with Nyx to procure a faster method of travel home than her own two bare feet.

Anatithenai looked concerned. "Do you think he knows? What he truly is? Do you think my daughter knows?"

Tirol removed his hood, revealing himself as an old man with very little grey hair on his head, bordering entirely bald. He closed his glowing eyes and shook his head. "I doubt they will know unless someone tells them. Such things are beyond the scope of lovers to delve into. What they think is the truth is what will become the truth."

"What about...you know? What will they be? It can't be like it is with a normal cross."

"Whatever his children are, that it the decision of God, not us. Let us hope, however, that He is merciful and gives him a family he can be proud of," Tirol said, smiling. "I never could have guessed he would find everything on his own. His father was supposed to guide him, as I taught him, and my father taught me."

"I still don't see how you humans found your way into hell's lineage. You know all the trouble he's going to cause once he returns and goes to visit the Sanctuaries, don't you? Like tying Lucifer to a table in a brothel."

"My grandson will mark his own path now. He doesn't need me anymore, or the forbidden blood that his father gave him through the Archer bloodline. I suppose his ascension stopped here in the Second Circle, didn't it?"

Anatithenai frowned. "Ascension?"

Tirol smiled. "One must rise to fall, Anatithenai. I suppose lying low is the best thing he can do to be happy. Falling from heaven is a long, unpleasant experience that I do not wish upon any of my son's son's progeny."

"I think Anathane and the rest of the cult he gathered for himself can assure that he remains stuck firmly in place," said the slime as-a-matter-of-factly.

Tirol looked back at the black stain on the floor where he had left the human world. His eyes teared up and he nodded slowly. "I wish you all the happiness in my heart and soul." And with that, he went to find Jaelani and find out what kind of place he was going to be living at for the next few millennia.

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A/N: There's going to be one more chapter, an epilogue to end this tale two years in the making. Thank you everyone who's been here since the beginning and everywhere in between. This is my first real story, and though not great, it's a start of something I hope will one day be a lucrative writing career. Again, thanks everyone for everything. 



Cemetery Summons Ch. 29



"Double down, Dave."

"Huh?"

"You're about to bust , man. Double down," Mark said again, putting his fingers on the card at the top of the deck. David shrugged and made a motion for the card. Mark smirked and flipped the card over. Josef, who had twenty, groaned as a two stuck out from between Mark's fingers.

"Fuckin' hell," Josef sighed. "Every time, man, every single time. Even when you don't do it, you win! You're the luckiest gambler I've ever seen."

At that, David just smiled and took the card, displaying his perfect twenty-one proudly. He took the fifty dollars on the table and pocketed it shortly after giving it a kiss. Mark took his cards and Josef's and stuffed the deck back into its case. The three ordered another bottle of white wine and David's girlfriend gave him a peck on the cheek.

"I think that's about how much that special present you promised me costs, isn't it?" she whispered into his ear, grinning cheekily. David put his arm around her shoulder and shrugged.

"If you say so," he replied. The glow in her eyes was vivid for a moment at the prospect of what her present was going to be, but the color soon faded as the waitress came over with the bottle. David sat back in his chair and took in the scenery.

He and his friends were finally on their vacation in France, after about six months of preparation and accumulating sick days and off days at work. Well, David winning twenty grand at the casino with every hand he doubled down with had something to do with their being here too. He still looked back on it and couldn't believe that the one ace left had been the card the dealer handed him.

In Marseille, the air was warm, and cool breezes made the place very pleasant to sit in and relax for a while. Everywhere you went, the people were congenial and friendly, in stark contrast to other parts of France. And it certainly smelled better than Paris, being a coastal city on the Mediterranean. It was nice here. David could stay here forever and never want to leave for even a day.

Well, as long as Grace was here with him. He clinked his glass with his girlfriend and thought about meeting her in Las Vegas a few years ago. She hadn't seen a change in form or feature that didn't include giving him even more to look forward to in the bedroom. It seemed she had only gotten more beautiful since the day he had met her. And she had some other perks too, some that only girls from out of this world could have.

Grace's attention was suddenly turned to a table across the patio, where two girls pulled a man no older than twenty into a chair and called over a waitress. They'd been coming here for the past three days, and it seemed the staff knew them well enough to sit and chat with them for a while. The guy never spoke much, but the two girls talked up a storm every time and made suggestive motions toward him when he wasn't watching.

"That's them," Grace said, clinking her glass against David's again.

"You sure? They don't look any different than an average three friends," he said, sipping at the excellent white wine. Mark and Josef turned in unison to see what they were talking about.

"Who, those three?" asked Mark, jerking a thumb toward the guy and the two girls.

"Yeah. You think anything's going on with them?" David asked.

Josef shrugged. "I dunno. It just looks like two sisters and their brother. Might be different. You know, French people being open to just about everything now, right?"

"Oh, there's something deeper than you boys think," Grace said, sniggering. "Much deeper. And before you ask; it's my woman's intuition."

"Whatever you say," Josef replied, shrugging. The four returned to their own affairs and talked amongst themselves idly. However, Grace's wandering hand found a few things to do beneath the table and away from prying eyes while David sipped at his wine. Oh, she was going to get it when they got back to the hotel. She was getting fed 'til she was fat and happy tonight!

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Jack smiled and shook his head when the waitress asked him if Elassa was coming back any time soon. He said he didn't know, and she just smiled back. Fain and her twin talked about nothing with the waitress, who was completely absorbed in what they were saying to her. Most of it was about the restaurant and how nice it was and how nice everyone working at it was. The waitress, Noire, enjoyed every bit of praise they gave her.

Jack just took in the relaxing atmosphere and tried to remember that he had been that eager for praise at one time too. Well, that wasn't true; he hadn't changed at all in the past year on earth, or the four in hell. However, he had gotten quite a bit accomplished in that time.

He had managed to learn Russian, French, German, and some classical Greek, at least enough of each to get citizenship in those four countries. He had been shown millions of starscapes like filmstrips through Anathane's gigantic memory bank. He knew human history like the back of his hand, had hundreds of priceless collectables, made a few more swords at Nyx's house, and visited the statue of Leonidas at Thermopylae.

He'd done pretty much everything there was to do with history. He had gone and visited the ruins of the seven wonders of the ancient world, save for the Hanging Gardens that no longer existed and the Colossus of Rhodes. Still, being able to see his childhood dreams in person, and to stand on top of the biggest pyramid at Giza was something he couldn't forget.

Nor was standing on top of Mt. Fuji, seeing Vladimir Lenin's mausoleum, standing at the North Pole, visiting Rommel's grave, going to Tunguska, or seeing the tombs of an Incan imperial line. He grinned at the memory of going to the Amazon Rainforest and meeting natives that hadn't changed their way of life in four thousand years, and having them drop down and worship Anathane like a goddess.

He had been to every place had wanted to go. He had learned just about everything he wanted to, knew things that no historian had known would effect the rest of history, and therefore, never written down. It wasn't something he liked to think about, but every one of his lovers had more history know-how than he did. Even Niaf, who hadn't learned much about the past, usually quipped with an 'oh, you didn't know...?' in a very annoying fashion.

However, she was generally nicer than the time she had moaned someone else's name during sex. He shot her a warning glance and she arched a brow at his look. "What? You want to pound out some frustration with us again?" She licked her lips enticingly.

The waitress blushed. "Both of you?" she asked.

"Oh yeah. He's a big boy; he can't be satisfied with just one of us," the blue-eyed succubus affirmed, grabbing Jack's crotch to make her point concrete.

"Master does not like this kind of treatment, Niaf," Fain said, narrowing her eyes.

"Ah, he's used to it. But I don't think he's over it yet," she smirked, stroking him under the table. "Are ya, big sex machine?"

"Well, now I'm not. Noire, I'm sorry, but she has me worked up now. I'll bring Elassa back some time this week." Noire smiled and said goodbye to them before returning inside. Jack swatted Niaf's hand away from his hardening arousal and picked her up by the waist. He threw her over his shoulder and only realized that her skirt wasn't long enough to cover up her panties when people started to smile and laugh.

"Got a handful there, buddy?" called a guy at another table with an incredibly attractive woman hooking her arm with his.

Jack took Fain's hand. "Not yet!" he called back. "I'm not telling her what I'm going to do to her until I get back home!"

Niaf started kicking him, and one of her sandals flying off. "That's not fair! You always tell her and not me!" That brought a chorus of laughter, as she had spoken in French and most of the patrons understood what she meant and what they were going to do. Well, not that they didn't already know Jack's reputation. Two of the people that were regulars here were also his neighbors across the street, and had caught him on a few occasions with Elassa on the balcony.

He walked back to the flat with Niaf beating his back with her fists and drumming her feet against his stomach, and Fain just to Jack's left, listening to what he planned for them. She just grinned at her sister as the twin stuck her long blue tongue out in disdain.

Jack opened the door to their room and tossed Niaf onto the bed as he closed the door and locked it. Anathane stuck her head out of the bathroom and waved. "Welcome home. I'll only be here a few minutes. They want me back in Tula for another one. They're thinking about shooting another one of 'those' kind of videos again. Interested?"

"Not today. I've got my hands full already," Jack replied as he threw his shirt onto the floor and started to unbuckle his belt. Fain slid into place in front of him and took his hands away from his belt.

"Let us do that, master," she suggested, waving Niaf over to help. Jack leaned back against the wall as they unzipped his jeans and yanked them down with his boxers. His throbbing cock stuck out in front of them like an over-eager soldier. The twins looked at each other, then at Jack, and then started stroking him.

Anathane bit her lip as she took another peek out of the bathroom. "Oh, I wish I hadn't made plans! Promise to keep me up to date when I get back?"

"F-Fine, oh Jesus that's unfair. Niaf, you want me to spend everything before we even get started? Oh, sorry Anathane. Love you; have fun." He waved goodbye to her and she blew him a kiss.

"I always do."

Niaf wrapped her long tongue around his cockhead twice and started to stroke him up and down slowly. "Yon't ignyore yus," she said, flicking away a thick bead of precum with the tip of her long appendage. Jack groaned and his eyes rolled back in his head. 

"Niaf, fucking...you're gonna make me summon another one. You four are enough already without tempting me," he breathed. His entire body was beginning to feel that very familiar prickle of warmth running from his toes to the his fingers. He couldn't focus his eyes, as they were starting to close without his consent.

"Let me have some too!" Fain whined. "Take turns!" She pushed Niaf away and wrapped her lips around his cock, swallowing both his arousal and Niaf's wet, slippery blue tongue. The twin didn't seem to care, and continued to use her extraordinarily long tongue to tease the base of his head and annoy her sister's uvula.

Jack couldn't have asked for a better blowjob. They hadn't done this in about a year, so the sensation was very new and satisfying to him. Fain's head bobbed up and down slowly, her tongue fighting for supremacy against Niaf's. Niaf growled, but played along and fought a losing battle due to the length of her tongue. Soon, Fain had unraveled her twin's tongue, and the blue-eyed succubus turned her attention elsewhere. She stood up, still only tall enough for the crown of her head to reach Jack's chin, and licked up the center of his chest.

"Like that, don't ya?" She flicked her tongue over his nipple and latched onto it a second later, sucking hard like he did to Elassa. It wasn't that it was a point of major arousal for him, but the way her tongue moved and her teeth pinched just lightly enough to give a sense of pressure without pain, turned him on excessively. She quickly had her hand pinching the other and a grin on her face.

"Oh, you shut up. You know what I do to you when this happens the other way," Jack retorted to her look. She paused for a moment and pulled herself onto him, wrapping her legs around his chest. Fain jerked a little as Niaf put her weight on the succubus' head, but they soon adjusted and she continued to suck and slurp as casually as ever.

"Oh boy do I. Now suck. C'mon, yo-" Jack clamped his mouth shut on her petite, perky breast. Milky white flesh rippled as he bit down to test the sensitivity. She had messed with him a few times, saying that while Fain liked having her ass played with, she liked her nipples. He tested it, and it seemed that she was indeed sensitive, but not as much as her ass.

Her face turned red as Jack spread his hand across her left breast and massaged it slowly in circles, rubbing the underside with his thumb gently. She suppressed a moan and Jack pushed his tongue against her pert nipple to get a louder moan out of her.

When that didn't work, he snaked his hand down her slim body and squeezed her ass hard. She jolted at that. Fain lost rhythm and pulled away, pushing her sister up and away from her head so she could go back to her business uninterrupted.

She kissed the tip of his throbbing need for attention and his knees almost buckled. He shifted Niaf in his arms and leaned over to get Fain's attention. He found her with her mouth wide open and about to resume.

"Maybe we should take this to the bed? I'm not sure you want me to drop her on you when I cum."

"If you desire it, master," she replied. Fain gave his rock-hard manhood a little poke with the tip of her finger and then sauntered over to the bed. Jack released Niaf from his mouth, but she eagerly pushed herself against him.

"Don't stop now. Look how swollen my nipples are. You're not done down there until I say you are," she asserted, hugging his head in her arms. Jack just kept suckling on her petite breast and made his way over to the bed. He fell back on it and Niaf steadied herself above him while Fain resumed devouring his cockhead with hungry, hot lips.

Jack switched breasts and stared into Niaf's eyes. A spatter of red ran across her cheeks as her body heat began to rise rapidly. So Jack ran his hands, now free, down her pale, smooth stomach and spread her legs wider than they already were.

"I'll show you who wears the pants in this marriage," he said, pushing three fingers into the furnace of flesh and desire that awaited him. She groaned with unhidden bliss. He rubbed her thigh slowly, letting his unused hand snake around behind her, over the large, round curve of her ass. He let go of her breast with a wet smack and she glared at him.

Jack couldn't hold her gaze, because his stomach tightened suddenly. Fuck, Fain was getting better at fellatio every time she did it! He was already about to cum. He pulled Niaf up his chest and she got the idea to let him perform cunnilingus on her. To his suggestion, she eagerly agreed and plopped herself down on his face. He thrust his tongue deep, replacing his fingers without a moment's pause.

He staved off his eminent orgasm and waved Fain up with his hand.

"Yes, master?" she asked. Jack could only motion for what he wanted, but she got the general idea after a few seconds. She got on the bed and straddled his hips. "Is this what you wanted?" To that, Jack gave her a big thumbs up and she sank down on his turgid member without hesitation.

Her entire body quivered uncontrollably.

Well, anal wasn't what he had been going for, but whatever. It was always good when she gave it. He pushed up as she came down, bouncing her on his hips.

"Hold on Niaf, Fain didn't get much attention yesterday because Elassa was teaching her how to make dinner. Can I have a little bit with her alone?"

Niaf looked betrayed. "What? Are you bored with me already?"

"No, and I'll make up for it if you give me a few minutes," he bargained.

She got off his body. "Fine."

Fain dove down and kissed his chest all over, licking beads of sweat off the dip at the base of his neck and licking all the way from his shoulder to his ear.

"I love the way you taste, master," she moaned huskily. Her mouth drew closer to his and he arched his back as they kissed. Fire burned inside her as their tongues met and danced a familiar dance that took their bodies to a faster pace. Jack could feel her tightening in anticipation of his first orgasm of the day. She suddenly sat up and pulled her hair in wild anticipation.

Niaf took her chance to keep Jack's head to the bed, and sat down on his face, taking hold of a tuff of his hair with one hand. She didn't have to say anything for Jack to understand that she wasn't moving. He just started licking as her hips rolled against him and she rode him like a slow bronco. 

Meanwhile, Fain was getting more fierce in her jerking, and she was panting with exhaustion. She didn't usually go down this fast. But then again, they hadn't stuck anything in her back door in a while either. He gave her a few long, slow thrusts and she sat straight up, pulling at her hair with her eyes squeezed shut.

"Jack!" Her entire body clenched as the first jets of cum coated her inner walls. An orange glow shone on the thin sheen of sweat on Jack's arms.

Jack raised Niaf by the hips and looked questioningly at Fain from between her squirming twin's legs. "Fain, you alright?"

"Unhhh..." The girl was starting to list sideways, drooling. Her fiery eyes glowed like two coals in the base of a fire, bright orange and hot. Jack nudged her with his thigh and she fell over in a heap, her demonic form in full bloom.

Niaf complained, "Hey, why're you still fawning over her if she's out already? If you don't drop me on that lady killer down there, I'll piss all over your face, you pervert. You know you'd love it too."

Jack quickly repositioned her with their sexes together and the succubus bloomed like her sister.

"Happy?" the incubus asked, scratching at the stub of one of his horns.

"Very," his wife answered, plunging him into her steamy depths. She raised her head and hissed with arousal, wings flaring wide to either side. Jack pumped his hips up and she arched her back to the motion, letting him hit every pleasure point in her pussy. It's wasn't long before she was gyrating in an endless wheel of motion and doing most of the work for him.

Jack felt ridges of pink flesh grind against his shaft, sucking at him with unnatural strength and vigor. Her body pulled at him, longing for him to touch depths not yet tweaked by the throbbing pole Niaf was trying to get into her womb. Everything inside her was soft and wet with womanly juices, and hot.

Jack was beginning to sweat when his cellphone started to ring. Jack picked it up and looked who it was. As soon as he saw Anthony's name, he flipped it open and answered.

"Hey man, what's up?"

"Uh, not much right now, Jack. I've got Volna in hell right now trying to negotiate another mansion out of Grymir. Kinda funny how he ended up becoming a king after we got everyone to believe that he started the plan to oust Dalaria."

"Well, you know him as well as I do. He doesn't want to be king down there," Jack replied, grinding his teeth as Niaf slowed down and dragged out every motion for seconds at a time.

"He makes laws now, and he cleared us of whatever we did, so he can't have it all bad. Ow, Kan, stop it; I'm talking to Jack!"

"Tell him I said hello! He needs to come visit again," the blue demon said in the background.

"Kan says hi. But, getting on to what I- Goddamnit Kan, after I get off the phone. Jesus, you're worse than Volna. At least she listens to me half the time."

"Would you love me as much if I was obedient as everyone under Jack's roof?" she asked.

Anthony sighed into the phone. "Can you believe her?"

"Just keep going, Anthony. She's just baiting you," Jack replied, giving Niaf a hard thrust to keep her from squeezing him so hard. She giggled and mouthed naughty things to him silently.

"Sorry. I was going to ask how I'm supposed to keep Dalaria under control when we get into it. I know I've seen Anathane go to town on herself without going into full form in those videos you send me a few weeks ago. How do I teach Dalaria to do the same thing?"

"What's the problem? I've got Niaf here with the same thing and nothing's going wrong. What's different with you guys?"




Cemetery Summons Ch. 29



"Remember when everyone was calling her hell's handmaiden?"

"Yeah."

"They should've called her hell's milkmaid. She's more like a cow when she gets horny than she is a demon. Milk just gets everywhere, and I'm tired of cleaning it up every two days when she wants to have sex. And she tries to nuzzle me with her horns too; it hurts a lot. How am I supposed to fix her?"

Jack thought for a moment and shrugged. "Just drink the milk; that's what I do with Anathane and Elassa."

"We're talking half a gallon and more here. I'd puke."

"Ever thought about opening a business selling milk?" Jack asked cheekily.

"You're not helping me here."

Jack shrugged again. "I've got no idea. It doesn't really seem like a problem to me if you do it in the bathtub, unless she starts remembering who she is when she goes into full form. She hasn't started yet, has she?"

"No," replied Anthony. "One second. Hey Dalaria, do you know what the Second Palace is?"

"That place where Volna goes every few days?"

"Yeah, that's it."

"No, why?"

"No reason. Love you. I think she's good right now Jack. And honestly, I don't see much chance of her getting her memories back at all. Tirol beat the living hell out of her."

"Anything else you want?"

"A nice dose of color vision and new eyes," Anthony joked.

"I'll see if I can't get Anathane to trade hers with you. How is that by the way?."

"It's still really weird. I can see, but I can't see. Everything's just so strange and- Kan, I can see your hand, so don't think you're being sneaky. Ah, fuck, I'll have to call you back some other time. Kan's getting frisky."

"Later man." Anthony hung up and Jack put his phone back on the table. Niaf let out an exhausted sigh and put her hands on Jack's shoulders. The succubus bucked her hips down especially hard and forced herself down to kiss Jack hard on the mouth. He wrapped his arms around her entirely and turned his head into the kiss. His breathing got labored in seconds. God, did he love a good kiss with his his one.

Her tongue was caressing his slowly, massaging the fleshy pink organ with all the care and love that Jack would have expected from Fain. Niaf was unusually tame and calm when it came to kisses, unlike the way her hips screamed that she wanted him to cum already. He just grinned and rolled on top of her, entangling his legs with hers. She moaned into his mouth, sending sensual vibrations down his throat.

His arousal doubled at the feeling of approval that soared through him. His eyes ignited and he stared lovingly into his lover's eyes. Her gaze melted into one of pure love and consent, losing its wild luster, and the progress of her hips slowed to a more relaxed pace.

She dropped down to his rhythm and the heat between them started to rise exponentially. Jack could feel the slick layer of sweat between them, and see the wet sheets soiled already. The whole room smelled like sex, unless that was just Niaf he was smelling. It didn't matter either way. She was sexy enough to die for.

They ran hands up and down sweaty arms and thighs and backs for what seemed like hours to Jack, hips slowly rotating away and then together again. She had two passionate orgasms before Jack had his with her. Each one, she screamed down his throat and clawed at his back to show her passion for it all.

Jack's orgasm made Niaf a happy succubus. His arms and back curled against his lover and he tried to devour her in one hungry, insatiable kiss. In their heat, Jack lost count of how many ropes of cum he spent inside of her, but she took everything with eagerness and they eventually pulled apart when Jack was able to untangle his legs from hers.

He rolled over and lay on the bed panting, grinning to himself as Niaf pulled herself to her elbows and put her chin in her hands, smiling.

"Boy, we haven't done it like that in a while. I was almost beginning to think you didn't have it in you anymore," she teased, winking at him.

"I'm sure you'd be able to push it back in if it ever got away," replied the incubus, wiping his hand across his face. These two really took it out of him. Sometimes, on good days, they were able to get him down to having to get one of Ekana's miracle mixes out of the fridge. Not that he was truly that exhausted, but it always helped him finish with a bang.

He sat up and made his way over to the pile of clothes on the far side of the room. He found a pair of boxers and put them on, despite Niaf's efforts to keep him naked. Jack forced his body to return to its previous appearance, forcing his tail and the two nubs that had once been horns back into his body. He blinked, eyes turning back into solid orbs, and went over to the balcony. 

He loved it here in Marseille, where the air was nice and warm, the people were friendly, and everything generally went well for everyone. A breeze blew by and Jack let out a pleasant sigh as the sweat covering his body was cooled by the nice, fresh air. Now that things in hell had calmed down, he could actually take the time to enjoy the little things instead of worrying when he was going to get called back down to settle something for Grymir at Kadae's behest.

Jack saw a few flashes on the street and looked down in time to see two girls ducking under an awning and peek out every few seconds to see if he was watching. Jack just put his elbows on the railing and waited for them to man up and confront him.

Eventually, they did, having to push each other forward until they were almost right below his balcony. He smiled at them, and one waved at him.

"Um...Pardon, non parlez Francais. Parlez vous l'anglais?" she asked.

"Oui!" Jack replied, smiling at the look on her face. "Don't worry. I'm not from around here either."

"Oh...uh, sorry. I know it's rude, but could you do that pose again? Where you were looking off across the street? I'm trying to do a report on France for extra credit in my human geography class and you're the perfect person for it."

"Well, you might want to find someone else. I'm not French; I'm American. I just moved her a year ago wi-"

"Jack, who is it?" Niaf pulled the strap of her bra up over her shoulder and walked out onto the balcony. Fain followed her, holding an arm over her bare chest.

"I request you give me back my bra," she said, holding her hand out.

Jack put his hand on Niaf's head. "Niaf, give it back. I'm tired of you guys getting into it before Elassa and Anathane get home. I don't have the patience or endurance for it."

"Well, maybe not the patience, but you sure have the stamina. We're ready to go again if you want to. I mean, it was only once for each of us. You usually do more." She succubus talked as if she wanted the whole world to know about her and her sister's sex lives with Jack. The incubus grunted and nodded down to the two girls staring up at them.

"Mind going back inside, honey?"

"Still embarrassed about it? It's been a few years now since we dirtied these sheets for the first time, and you still get all red in the face when other people hear about us fucking. You didn't get married to us for no reason, you know. Let the world know that you love us." She kissed his neck seductively and stripped her bra off.

"Just go back inside. I'll...fuck it." He turned to the two girls below. "You want a good picture, then zoom in." He picked Niaf up and the succubus wrapped her legs around his waist eagerly. They kissed and Niaf held two fingers up in a 'V' as the girl snapped a shot. Jack let Niaf down and pulled Fain to him tightly. He leaned down and kissed her, wrapping his arms around her back. She put hers around his shoulders and the girl took another picture.

"That was perfect! Thanks!"

Jack picked Fain up and turned to go back into his room. "Any time." Inside, Niaf was already on the bed, face down and ass up. She wagged her backside at him with a grin on her face. Jack could tell she wanted more than just an ordinary screw now. She was worked up.

"Got just enough room for a big, long, throbbing cock with your name written all over it. Care to give that bad boy a place to sleep tonight? He looks so lonely with just Fain grinding him."

"You look lonely. She'd be a bigger help to you," Jack replied, tossing Fain onto the bed. Before Niaf could react, Fain pinned her sister and had two fingers teasing her mercilessly.

"In master's absence, I will make sure you do not cause more trouble for him," she stated, pushing two more fingers into her twin. "I expect this will take more time than I predicted earlier."

"Oh, fuck you know me better than Jack does. Every! Ho- Fain, that's the spot," she moaned, screaming into the sheets. Jack just shook his head and went into the kitchen nook to cut himself a couple of slices of bread. He got the butter out of the fridge and spread it on the bread while he watched his twins fight each other for supremacy on the bed.

Fain looked like she was keeping the upper hand, with Niaf firmly pinned to the sheets, but she was getting Fain worked up with one hand in the orange-eyed twin's sex. Jack was getting hard again from the show, the likes of which he hadn't seen in months. Usually, they were more tame than this.

A couple of minutes passed and Jack's cellphone rang again. Niaf threw it at him in a frenzy, busy with Fain and unforgiving of the disturbance. Jack barely managed to catch it before it it the wall and flipped it open.

"Jack, I've got good news!" Anathane exclaimed happily.

"What is it?"

"Get here in ten minutes and I'll tell you," she said cheekily, and hung up. Jack looked at his phone for a few seconds before he looked back up at the twins entangled in the sheets.

"Hey guys, did Anathane tell you about a surprise for me recently?" he asked. Not surprisingly, they ignored him and he went to the closet to find something to wear. He had to rifle through a dozen pairs of outfits that everyone insisted on stuffing in here. The damn thing was made to hold about a dozen shirts and some pants, but they had managed to shove almost fifty things in here, on top of his clothes.

Eventually, he found something to throw on and he walked into the bathroom, where Anathane was waiting for him eagerly. She took his hand and in less than a second, they were in Russia outside the house where Anathane usually filmed the videos for a German company called Fleischtanz. Jack had been asked by Anathane a couple of times to go with her and be in a video, but he declined. He didn't like cameras.

Still, he walked in the front door with Anathane and she got even more jittery and excited. Jack briefly greeted Tatiana, the wife of the guy whose house this was, and their daughter Lizzy. It was still a mystery how Olaf and Tatiana had named their child Lizzy, but he was nobody to judge. He was married to Niaf, Fain, Elassa, and Anathane.

Upstairs in the giant house, there were cameras and people milling about as numerous projects were being filmed. Up here, things smelled a lot like sex and arousal of all kinds. Anathane got a warm welcome, and Gustav leaned against a doorway, smirking.

"Alo! Guten tag, freulein!" he purred. Anathane pinched his cheek and turned to Jack.

"You remember Gustav, right?" she asked. "He's just the cutest little baby here!"

Gustav waved her hand away, laughing. "Enough, Frau Riese. So, you're ze man who stole her heart, eh? Nice to finally meet you. Frau Riese is crazy about you," he said in a thick German accent, shaking Jack's hand firmly.

"Call me 'miss giant' one more time, and I'll make sure you don't stick that wurst in another frau's sauerkraut again," Anathane warned jokingly.

"Ja, ja."

Jack had heart stories about Gustav from Anathane sometimes after she came back home from here. She said that they called him Schwerer Guztav off the set as a joke, because he was hung like a horse. And Jesus was he! His erection looked like it was a long as Jack's forearm for Christ's sake! Not only that, but he was about seven feet tall and broad of build all the way through. And with his typical Aryan features, he looked like a damn Viking!

Still, he was a nice guy so far, and Jack could only think if Anathane was friends with him, that he could only be a good guy. Anathane waved Jack along and he followed her to the end of the hallway, where a packed room awaited them. Inside, everyone was crowded around someone sitting on the bed.

"Make way people, we have another special guest today."

"Hey, you're back!"

"Glad to see you!"

"Is that Jack?"

Jack felt a lot of eyes upon him and his face turned red at the attention. He scratched the back of his head and tried not to act too embarrassed as he followed Anathane to the bed to see who everyone was so curious about. He guessed it was Elassa, and that she was the good news Anathae had been talking about.

He turned out to be wrong when he saw another Anathane sitting on the bed in a yellow, thin cotton dress, her face as red as a rose. He looked up at everyone with the nervousness of a toddler waiting to be scolded by a parent.

She saw Jack and her face turned even darker red.

"Well, what's wrong? You remember her, don't you? Heart works so much that she never gets to see you, and now we've managed to coax her out in the open. You know, she only did it because I promised you would give her a nice, long fu-"

"Okay," Jack interrupted. "I get the point already. When are all these people clearing out?"

"As soon as we can get you naked and this camera trained on you two," Anathane replied, unbuttoning her blouse at the top to let her enormous cleavage jiggle in front of his face. Jack felt a twinge of arousal pass through him.

"You didn't tell me there'd be a camera," Heart whined, pouting. "You said Jack would make love to me like he does you."

"He will!" Anathane assured. "As soon as we get everything ready. I promised Franz that I would give him good talent, and I will. You two stand as the first entries in my book of 'people that can screw like rabbits'."

Heart looked up at Jack nervously. "I will if you will, Jack."

Anathane leaned down and whispered into Jack's ear, "C'mon incomplete boy; you know she deserves it. She does work all day every day and today is her one day off in God-knows-when. Just give her a little?"

"I never said I wouldn't do it, Anathane. But you didn't tell me I'd be naked in front of a camera."

"Why?" she questioned. "You're in front of a camera every time I look at you and that doesn't bother you. Why should you be nervous now?"

Jack glanced at the large camera in the corner of the room. "Because no guy but Anthony has ever seen me have sex before. You saw Gustav in there and his pet lizard. How am I supposed to hold up to that on camera?" He cast his eyes down as soon as he said it.

And here comes the lecture...

"Well, Gustav may have a one hundred plus millimeter cannon, but you've got ten tons of lady killer in you. And right now, Heart really needs you to show her that your heart hearts her, understand? And if you don't make her happy, I'll heart you."

Jack rolled his eyes. "I get it; just get some of these people out of here so I can do it, okay?" Jack watched most of the crowd disperse after a little prodding from Anathane and a bald man with a sandy blonde beard came in. He smiled up at Anathane.

"I heard you ver back vit your husband. Is zis him?" He gave Jack a once-over. "Looks a little young to me, but who am I to judge, right?"

"Judge all you want, but this frisky boy is gonna make that big girl cum so many times, it'll make you rethink the quality of stud you hire," Anathane boasted, patting Jack on the shoulder. "Now speaking of making her cum...go get her! I'll be in the other room if you need me." With that, Anathane and her boss left Jack alone with Heart and the two cameramen and two other people behind the cameras.

"Venever you're ready," one of them said.

Heart looked up. "You mean just do it? No script, no setup or anything?"

"Ja. A bed vas all Frau Riese said you vould need. Vas she wrong?"

"Let's just do this, Heart. Or do you want me to call you Anathane? I'm not sure," said Jack, throwing off his jacket.

"I like Anathane, but Heart is fine if you want to call me that."

"Alright Anathane, je veux te voir nu."

"But...I'm..." she protested, clutching the collar of her dress.

"Je. Veux. Te. Voir. Nu. You're beautiful no matter what you think."

Anathane bit her bottom lip and pulled her dress off while Jack undid his pants. One of the cameramen lowered his camera and stared at her. She flushed dark red again and covered her exposed chest with an arm as if it was going to cover the rest of her muscular body.

"I told you," she said, pouting. "I look like a man."

Jack dropped his boxers and arched a brow. "With that chest, those hips, and a face like that, how could you possibly look like anything but an Amazon?" Jack sat down on the bed next to her and grinned. "Now if we could do away with these..." He hooked the rim of her panties and she held herself off the bed with her hands so he could slide them down her wide hips and thick, sexy thighs.

"I'm nervous," she said, allowing him to toss her clothes with his on the floor.

"So am I, but just relax. Just let me lead and make you feel good." He lifted her legs and turned her body so she lay on the bed. She gave him a look of indecision, and then closed her eyes. She put her hands on the headboard and let him adjust her body how he wanted. When she was settled, he put a hand against the cleft of her thighs and the other against her breast.

She gasped at the squeeze he gave her, and whatever she was going to say to him was lost in his mouth as he pushed his lips against hers. Jack pushed his tongue into her mouth tentatively, unsure of how aggressive she was compared to the regular Anathane. He'd never had sex with Heart by herself before. He didn't even know if she had the same-

She squealed as he pinched her nipple between his fingers, and he grinned into the kiss. Okay, she had the same sensitive points as Anathane. That mystery was solved quick enough. He decided to deepen their kiss and pushed his tongue into the back of her throat. She responded by pushing hers into his mouth and exploring it. Jack started to rub her breast in slow, circular orbits, pressing down softly to make her shudder.

Meanwhile, his fingers dipped into her pussy and started their slow rhythms of pushing deep and retracting. He teased her clit with his thumb, causing her knees to grind together hard. She grabbed the headboard and held it tightly. Jack felt warm juices flowing between his fingers and he took his hand away momentarily to lick her fluids from his fingers.

"Mmmm, that's tasty."

"Please put them back. I'm lonely down there," she pouted, batting her eyelashes.

"Right away." Jack plunged three fingers back into her wet heat and she cried out. Jack kissed her again, though he kept it to lips only. He constantly broke away for a half second to make her lean up and continue the kiss. He liked having a little control for once. She wasn't all over him like a lioness in heat. She was actually patient.

Jack tried not to pay attention to the camera getting closeups of Anathane while Jack touched her intimately. Anathane had her eyes closed, so she couldn't tell at all that there was someone else close enough to touch her. Jack just continued to rub her huge breast and tease her sex with his fingers.

Their kiss eventually faded away as Jack moved south, trailing down her jaw line and slender neck. She threw her head back and flexed her legs down to her toes as he reached the dip of her throat and gave it a long, full lick. Jack could taste the energy coming off her body already. He felt her arousal coming through her skin, and he was getting drunk on it without second thought.




Cemetery Summons Ch. 29



His own arousal was going through the roof. He was having trouble keeping his fingers inside her instead of tracing every smooth contour of her body, every dip and curve on her form. She was new to him. Anathane's regular body wasn't quite like this. While this Anathane had more muscle, she also had wider hips and her areolas were puffier when she was horny.

Jack growled in the back of his throat as he came level with her breast. Oh, he loved Anathane's breasts almost as much as he loved Elassa's. Anathane had a huge pair of soft mounds on her chest, and Jack often made these the target of his love for her when they were alone. He snaked his arm around the small of her back and her boobs bounced up and down and rippled enticingly.

Jack noticed the camera catching everything, so he turned his head to it, winked, and then latched onto Anathane's tit hard. She let out a long, pleased moan and Jack slowed the strokes of his fingers to match the pace of his suckling. The sexy bronze demon began to pant.

"Enjoying this?" Jack asked as he flicked her nipple with his tongue.

"Get thirsty," was all she said, and locked her knees together, trapping his hand between her thighs with force enough to crush bones. Jack bit down on her pert nipple and she arched her back against him like a gymnast. Her breath came out in sharp, ragged gasps.

Jack continued to nibble and suckle her breast until he was rewarded. With a quivering moan, the demon threw her arms around Jack and sat straight up in an instant. Her entire body shuddered terribly and Jack's mouth filled with a warm, sweet liquid and he gulped it down without hesitance. Anathane held him, trembling, for a long while as she rode out an orgasm that accompanied her lactation.

Soon, the sheets beneath her were soaked with her cum and her body shone with perspiration and exertion. Jack pulled away from her breast with a wet 'smack' and saw her red, swollen areola prickle with a sudden chill. He blew lightly on the wet, weeping flesh and Anathane shivered.

"So, how was that? Still think you're not enough a woman to be pleased?" asked the incubus, his fingers retracting from her body. He traced a wet path up the center of her body while she heaved breaths in and out of her lungs and rested against his chest tiredly. He embraced her while she caught her breath for a few moments.

Jack shivered at a sudden change in temperature.

"Es wird kalt," remarked one of the cameramen, rubbing his arms.

"Anathane," whispered Jack. "You can't do that here. They'll find out."

She whispered, "Get thirsty again." And before Jack could tell what was going on, she kissed him hard on the lips and vomited pure, raw energy into his mouth and down his throat. Jack remembered what happened the last time they did this. He had woken up with Anathane's tentacles entangled all around him, a bruised head, and sore body all over. He needed to get rid of this energy quick.

When she was done, she pulled away and Jack felt the energy starting to permeate his being. The air was electric with his lust and hers. He pulled her into his lap and buried his head in her chest.

"This is gonna be all over the place," Jack said as he slammed into her wanting core with all the force his hips had. It was like a thundercrack from the heavens proclaiming the great deed of a hero. Anathane raked her nails up his back and buried her face in the crook of his neck.

"Again..." she breathed desperately, clawing at him to pull his body harder against hers. Jack obliged, rearing back and slamming into her again. Anathane jolted and pushed down against him. Jack couldn't believe how good she felt.

He hadn't had sex with Anathane in a whole week. And though he'd fucked both Niaf and Fain within the hour, he was eager for more again and even more fiery than before. She was ready for a marathon with him, which he could now effectively go through with her.

'You two okay in there? I can feel that all the way in here,' Anathane said mentally.

'We're fine. However, this is gonna take a while,' Jack replied. He started to hammer away at Anathane's body without pause, and she bucked herself against him at her own rhythm. At first, they couldn't hit right and it felt awkward, but they soon found a pace they both enjoyed. They bucked and jerked and smacked in unison and showed no signs of stopping soon.

Jack felt her chest sliding up and down his body, so big and squishy in contrast to his flat, muscular chest. She was so pliable and fun to touch that Jack couldn't find a way to keep his hands still. They roved all over her body, pinching and squeezing every soft and firm part of her. She just hugged him for dear life and rode him hard.

Jack felt the room becoming filled with the cloying, heavy stench of sex and found it making the air thick. He kissed her neck and gave her a hickey when her hands slipped on his back. She quickly replaced them and tightened her grip on him. Her pussy tightened in preparation for a second orgasm. Jack grabbed her wide hips with both hands and put his mouth to her ear.

"Are you about to cum? Is that cute little pussy of yours about to get me wet and sticky like you?"

"Y-Yes," she panted unevenly. Her breath hitched as he slowly penetrated her and they ground to a halt. A chill ran up Jack's spine as his cock told him to move by throbbing harder.

"If you wanna cum, then you have to ask me for it. Let me be in control now, just let your mind wander and tell me when you want to cum."

"Okay." She was still breathless and ready.

Jack ground their hips together in an agonizingly slow and stimulating way. Every nerve in his throbbing hard-on screamed at him to hurry up and get to an orgasm, but he knew better than to listen to his little head when it came to taking it slow. He always thought it was sexier to hear her breathing right before she was going to cum. Anathane's was jagged and labored, hitching with every little motion Jack's hips made.

The incubus grit his teeth and clenched his jaw shut while he slowly rolled his pelvis with hers. Anathane was biting her bottom lip and squeezing Jack's body like he was going to stop if she didn't try to crush him to death. Her breasts were flattened against him and her thighs clamped around his legs like a steel trap. Her trembling body was about to climax. Jack just hoped that he could get her to cum first.

He was really close himself, and having to take it slow to draw it out was really trying his self-restraint. He was past the point of no return, where he could edge, stop, and cool down to prolong the experience. He was just going to have to bear it like a trooper and hope he had more endurance than she did.

Anathane's voice broke as she tried to whisper something to him, just as Jack was nearing the limit of his control. He was holding back what felt like Noah's flood in his loins, and his shaft was already filling with cum. It was just a matter of seconds before he was done for.

"I wanna...cum," Anathane whispered hoarsely.

"You can cum now," Jack replied, suddenly forcing the rest of his rigid arousal into her and she screamed into the crook of his neck. Her orgasm was more powerful than Jack had expected, and she rode it out while he pumped her full of cum. Jack felt his head beginning to feel heavy again, and tried to shake off the sudden urge to lie down and sleep. He shook his head and cleared his thoughts.

Against him was not the shy woman he had seen in a thin cotton dress, looking up at him with embarrassed cheeks and anxious eyes. Now, she was much the manifestation of lust and carnal desire that he had come to associate with his only demon lover. She sat up, arms hanging limply beside her. Long tresses of teal hair spilled over her shoulders and hung behind her like a neon waterfall.

"I want more," she moaned, raising a hand to Jack's shoulder. "I want to cum again."

"You will. Jeeze, Anathane should have told me you were such a tough nut to crack." He turned to the nearest onlooker. "Is there a shower anywhere in here that we can use?" One of the bystanders, taking notes on a clipboard, pointed to the doorway to the left of the bed. Jack pulled out of Anathane and she reluctantly got off the bed.

She went on ahead of him and started the shower before he walked through the door. The cameraman on the far wall had to unlock his tripod and Jack waited at the doorway while everything was being moved.

"Jack, hurry up!" Anathane whined.

The incubus couldn't help but grin at the camera. "Some girl, huh?" he said as he walked into the bathroom. In the shower, Anathane was waiting for him impatiently. She had taken it upon herself to start running the water, and it was nice and warm by the time Jack stepped into it with her.

She leaned forward and put her hands against the wall, spreading her legs and wagging her backside at him. She looked back and smiled, her wet hair sticking to her back and shoulders. Jack strode forward and ran two fingers up the length of her spine, stopping with his cock just inches from her face.

"You're ready for more? I was hoping we'd get to soap up and have some fun first, but if you insist..." Jack pulled her up and turned her to face him. Then he pressed her to the wall, hoisting her up by the thighs. She got the general idea and put her legs around his waist, locking them together. He pushed into her completely and she let out a low purr in approval.

They got back into a smooth rhythm and Jack adjusted his grip on her to free up one of his hands. He reached up and grabbed a bottle of body oil and poured a bit into her hand. She started to rub it all over her chest, and Jack helped her spread it, especially around her nipples.

She shone like a true goddess now, and Jack's thrusts became harder and faster at the sexy sight. He fondled each of her breasts in intervals, flicking his thumb over her nipples and pinching her to get the last remnants of her lactation from earlier out. She took it all with a reddening face and thicker, harder panting.

Jack could see her eyes beginning to lose the luster of passion and take on the dull sheen of a third orgasm. He wondered briefly if he'd be able to see her face go completely blank this time. Anathane usually didn't give him that, but sometimes he managed to pull it out of her for a few seconds. He smiled as he remembered what really turned her on.

She arched her back sharply as he yanked her down hard, rocking her against him at an odd angle to hit some of the points inside her body that were more difficult to get to. She scrabbled at the wall with her fingers to find a handhold to squeeze. The only thing near enough for her to hold onto was Jack, so she opted to simply hold him again and ride out the eminent orgasm with her front tightly pressed to his again.

Their tempo slowed as Anathane's strength wore down, and Jack felt his thighs starting to burn with exertion. His lower back was sore from carrying her too. As big as she was, she was also ridiculously heavy. Holding her wasn't something Jack had to do often, and he had forgotten that it was going to hurt tomorrow morning to even sit up. Looking at her face though, and feeling that he was going to catch her O-face, spurred him on.

She suddenly unlocked her legs from around his waist and flexed them out to her toes. She pulled them together and her body rose from Jack's, the height different between them become rather apparent now that she was standing at her full height. Jack took a step back and Anathane whined at the loss.

"Jack!"

"Hold on. Turn around for a sec." Jack made a motion for her to turn, and she obediently did, standing on her tip-toes in anticipation. Jack just folded his arms and rapped his fingers on his arm before she looked back and complained. Jack looked down at his throbbing arousal, standing straight up and staring at Anathane's dripping, steamy cunt...ten inches away.

"Come on!" the muscular demon whined, flexing her strong legs down to her toes.

"Any day now, Anathane," he replied. When she just started drumming her fists on the wall, Jack grabbed her hips and moved her feet apart until her sex was level with Jack's. The incubus grinned and spread his wife's swollen labia with two fingers, placing his cockhead against her heat. She moaned at even the slightest touch from him.

"Please!"

"You have to beg me for it."

"Please!"

"You're gonna have to do better than that..."

She gave him the most pleading expression he had ever seen. "Incomplete boy, I want you inside me. Make me whole." She sounded so sincere and desperate that Jack couldn't help but pull her down. Anathane ground herself all the way down to the base of his cock and he held her there for several long seconds.

He adjusted her so she was pressed entirely against the wall and he was keeping her there. He saw her breasts squashed flat against the wall and it made him want to cum right there. They looked twice as big as they usually did without her modifying her body for him, and it was always extremely arousing.

He restarted the grind between them and she backed herself into him hard, trying to dislodge her body from between him and the wall for a more agreeable position. Jack would have none of it, and kept her legs spread and her hips to the wall.

Jack took a good long look at every muscle in her back, shifting and trying to pry her loose with ferocious effort. However, she was more keen to smacking herself against him rather than removing him. Water washed down her body and gave her a sexy, supermodel shine. Jack's hands wandered up her body and eventually found themselves clutching her breasts. The incubus squeezed her tits playfully, earning him a frenzied series of gyrations against him. She broke the rocking motion they had built up in favor of pure, uncontrolled stimulation.

He coaxed her to listen to him while she bucked her hips in a frenzy, raking her nails along the tiles she was pressed against. He leaned close to her and pressed his lips to her ear with a gentle, loving kiss. He nibbled on her earlobe teasingly and growled sweet nothings in a soft, hypnotic tone. She giggled through her moans.

"Anathane doesn't usually give me something you're about to, so I think it's special enough for me to play a cheap card."

"What's that?" Anathane questioned, body writhing as another climax approached.

"I love you, Anathane."

He pulled the shower door closed as every muscle in her face went slack. Jack pounded into her a few more times and then filled her core with what she always referred to as a 'dose of demon love' and rode out his orgasm with decreasing intensity. He let his arms fall from her chest to her waist and relaxed a little against her slowly recovering form. Jack contacted Anathane in the other room mentally, though he was smirking deeply as if she were in the same room too.

'Greatest. O-face. Ever.'

'Oh! You sneaky cunt,' Anathane replied with a huff. Jack couldn't help but laugh as the woman in his arms returned to her senses and the shower door was opened. He turned to the cameraman and smiled proudly.

"Sorry guys, but that one's just for me."

"And so is this," Anathane replied, spreading her lower lips with both hands. "Care for another go?" She wiggled her hips so Jack's erection, still seated completely within her, was assaulted with more sexual stimulation than he cared to have during his sensitive post-orgasm moments. He pulled out of her and turned the water off.

"God, I'd love to, but this makes the second round and fourth shot today. I'm pooped. All I've had to eat today is some bread and butter...and of course some milk. Which was tasty as always," Jack cooed, kissing Anathane on the neck as he rubbed his cock against the smooth curve of her ass.

"Are you sure?" She rubbed herself against him.

"Yes. Let's just see how this turned out, alright?"

"But you're ready again, right? Are you very sure?" She backed down onto him, slowly pushing his length into her body. Jack groaned and held her tightly, even as he tried to pull away with his hips. It was no use. She just kept lowering herself into him and he finally gave up when he was resting completely inside of her.

When she had him, she let out a sigh and smiled back at him. "She taught me that anal was one of the most satisfying and pleasurable experiences that I could go through. Could you rethink your decision, just for me? Pretty please?"

"Anathane, you know I'd love to do it, but I don't want to be in front of a camera anymore. I like our tender moments to be...well, just ours. You know?"

She pulled her legs together and her body rose quickly from him to stand up again. "Fine," she sighed. She spun around and gave him a kiss on the forehead. "I won't be able to see you for a while, so I want you to know that you've given me more material to work with than anyone else in my entire life. I love you, Jack."

"And I love you too, Anathane."

There was an awkward pause where Jack glanced over at the cameraman, but the video didn't stop filming. Anathane just reached down and started playing with her clitoris absentmindedly.

"Is it over?" asked the cameraman outside.

"Yeah," Jack replied. "We're done. I think this might be my first and only film debut."

"What? But that was so good incomplete boy!" Anathane said from the doorway ahead. "You're a natural!" She reached out and pulled him to her scantily-clad body and petted his head lovingly.

"I can't say what I want to say when it's on camera. Those words are for your ears only."

"Aw! That's so sweet!" Anathane cooed. "I think he deserves a little treat, don't you, Heart?"

"He said he didn't want one, but if you say he does..." Heart pressed her body against him from behind and the two demons sandwiched him between them. Jack only just managed to squeeze out from between them and get back into the bedroom before they could grab him.

In the bedroom, he grabbed his clothes and the twin demons tried to undress him as he was pulling his shirt back on. He fought Anathane for his boxers, and Hear for his shirt, both battles nearly impossible to win. As best he tried, he was soon naked again and they had him cornered to a bed.

"Have mercy," Jack pleaded, Anathane's foot against his chest. "Can't you let me go just this once?"

"And what makes you think that face will work on me now if it hasn't worked before? Hmmm?" She slid her foot up his chest and wiggled her toes on his chin. He took her foot and started sucking on her toes one by one.

"Because I'm really sorry for not paying enough attention to my wife, and I love and worship her like I do my other wives and I won't favor anyone over anyone else unless I'm with her, in which case I'll love and pamper her like she's the only other person in my life."

Anathane took her foot from him and smiled broadly. "Good boy. Now let's go home. I think Heart's way past due to get home. They're probably working a dozen of the girls to the bone at this point."

"But I want to see it," Heart said, looking longingly at the video camera that held the full recording all the way through the shower scene. Anathane smiled and took the camera from her coworker with a smile, starting the video from the beginning. Both cameramen moved to see it, and Anathane called Gustav in with her boss and a few other people. At this point, they gave up trying to get everyone close enough to see it, and moved into another room with a projector. They hooked the camera up to the projector and the video played across a large white wall for everyone to see.

Jack immediately turned red as he began to watch, and put his face in his hands to avoid it all. Anathane just reached around him and pulled his naked body into her lap.

"I'll give you your clothes back after this movie is over. Oh, look! Your butt is so cute Jack!" she teased, tilting Jack's head up so he could see. He flushed even darker red when he heard himself say 'now if we could do away with these...' and hid his face in Anathane's bosom.




Cemetery Summons Ch. 29



"Don't make me stay here. This is so embarrassing!"

"Oh, shut up. You love us enough to get our names tattooed into your arms, but you're embarrassed to have sex with us on camera? Fat chance. And besides, Gustav can take pointers from this 'amateur' video. You getting all this Herr Wunderwurst?"

He didn't answer. All eyes were glued to the wall except for Anathane's and Jack's. The latter couldn't stand the amount of embarrassing material was being shown to people sitting right next to him. He could feel and smell the arousal in the room beginning to rise. Heart was already fingering herself beside Jack without shame or urgency, just out of habit.

It took about thirty minutes for the movie to reach its final climax and then the screen went back to a slideshow of videos on the camera's menu. Jack tugged Anathane's hair to get her attention.

"Can I go now? I really don't want to stay anymore, ple-"

"You were great!" cried Heart, pulling Jack into her lap now and rolling on the floor with him. "This is the greatest film ever made in history! I want a thousand copies of it!"

"Come on, let him go Heart. We really have to get going now and get back home. I told them you'd be back in an hour and it's been twice that long almost. Get your dress back on and we'll get going." Anathane pried Jack and Heart apart and they got dressed.

They left after saying goodbye to everyone and Jack getting a lot of congratulations and job offers, and the same with Heart. Outside the house, things were cold and it was in the middle of snowing. Anathane kissed her clone and the demon disappeared into the niche between two houses to go home.

That left Jack with Anathane alone. The demon smiled down at him and gave his hand a squeeze with hers. "You ready to go home?" she asked.

"Yeah. I'm pretty tired right now. I hope Elassa's home; we're supposed to cook dinner together tonight. I hope I got everything we need."

"Don't worry. I'll get whatever you need and you guys can have your alone time together." Jack felt his heart skip a beat and they were back in their flat with Niaf and Fain in the blink of an eye.

"You guys are back!" Niaf said. She suddenly stopped her advance and narrowed her eyes. "You smell like sex. A lot of it." She turned her eyes to Anathane. "Why do you always get more of him?!"

Anathane bent at the hip and her skin absorbed the faux clothes she had created like the nurse outfit back in hell. Her breasts expanded to the size that she had grown used to keeping them and she put a hand to her hip.

"Well, it might have something to do with the fact that Heart pumped a raw smoothie of sex drive down his throat right before he was gonna cum. And it might have to do with the fact that you're a midget and I'm a giant. And it might just happen to have something to do with this..." She shoved a tentacle into Niaf's cunt and the succubus' knees gave out.

"Not fair..." she moaned, pulling herself up with the aid of Anathane's leg. "I'll show you what it might have to do with." She gave Anathane a seducing stare and the demon's mouth watered considerably. She raised Niaf off the ground and kissed her.

"You succubi really are full of yourselves, aren't you?" she remarked snidely.

"Fain, let's get her," the twin said, keeping her gaze fixed on Anathane's.

"Prepare yourself, Anathane," Fain said, shoving her fist between Anathane's legs. She demon collapsed onto the bed and wrapped the twins up in her arms and a number of other limbs that jutted from her back.

"I've been waiting for another one of these," the greater demon replied. "I love it when you two do this to me."

The three went down on each other with vigor that rivaled that of Homer's heroes in the throes of their passion. Jack went into the kitchen and pulled a chess pie out of the fridge. He covered it with whipped cream and poured himself a glass of milk as well, eyeing the scene in the bedroom with growing interest.

The incubus pulled a fork out of the drawer behind him and started picking at his pie, eyes studying every movement the three in the other room made. He didn't know if they knew he was watching, but he didn't think it would make a bit of difference the way they treated him. In fact, it would probably drive them harder against each other just knowing that he was thinking about joining them.

Jack's pie disappeared after about thirty minutes and he found that it wasn't him who had taken the last few bites. Beside him, Elassa munched on the last few bits with an arched brow. She pointed at her mouth with a finger and gave him a confused look.

"Oh, was this yours?" she asked sarcastically.

"Not unless you wanted it, honey," Jack replied, standing. Elassa swallowed the pie piece and they hugged. Jack took in her scent and let out a long, pleased sigh. "You smell good. Where have you been all week?"

She kissed his neck. "Oh, here and there. Just finding a few little spots around town that I might want to revisit. I see you've been busy." She put her palm to his hard erection and stroked it softly through his pants. "Normally you don't get hard from just watching."

"Well, I haven't had a certain someone to tire me out for a few days. Care to fill that roll later today?" he purred, kissing up her neck to her ear sensually.

"Only if you take me out to eat tonight. I'm far too excited to cook instead of screw," she replied, nibbling at his earlobe tenderly. Jack felt his cock strain against her hand and he quickly threw his jacket off and changed into something more suitable for a night out on the town here where it was about sixty degrees now in mid April. When he was ready, he turned to see Elassa's eyes glowing with unhidden excitement at watching Jack's other lovers desecrating his sheets with tremendous effort.

But, he just held his arm out to her and they left without a word to any of the three in their passion. Jack hid his massive hard-on beneath his shirt and tried not to make it seem like he had a part in what was going on in there.

They walked around Marseille for about half an hour, taking in sights they had seen, and had sex on, several times before. While they were walking along the shoreline near the Rue de la Douane, Elassa tapped him on the shoulder and pointed to a small island topped with a fortress.

"Remember the time we did it on the Château d'If?"

Jack rolled his eyes. "And how we jumped off the cliff on the far side because we got caught for it?"

Elassa pouted playfully. "I thought you liked swimming."

"I like swimming. I don't like playing the part of Edmond Dantès and getting thrown off a cliff. At least he didn't get thrown off by his wife."

"Stop pouting. You know you loved it when I danced for you. You remember that, master? Was I a good belly dancer? Did you love your Pasha's daughter's pussy?" asked the succubus with eyes alight with memories of her extremely arousing dance on top of the Château.

"You were lovely, Haydée, simply wonderful beyond all human scope of imagination. To describe it in words would not only be unfulfilling to anyone who would attempt to imagine the spectacle, but insulting to the act itself, which I may say, was positively divine in and of itself, but even more so with the beauty of the woman performing it."

Elassa smirked and put her hand on top of his head. "You and your silver tongue Jack. You read too much, you know that?"

"Only the best, milady," he replied cheekily, giving her hand a kiss. "Now let's go find somewhere to eat; I'm starving. And I can tell someone wants a strudel with extra cream on the way home."

"Yeah, I want your strudel with extra cream made right at home." She gave his cock a little nudge with her fingertips and it came to life as if by command. Jack just smiled and snaked a hand down her skirt to fondle her backside.

"I thought you'd like a big, hard loaf of bread stuffed in your mouth?"

"That too, Jack; but all good things come in time. Let's go eat." Elassa led him back through Marseille and to a little restaurant called, ironically, the Espèce Sonnante et Trébuchante. Elassa told him that it was one of the hidden jewels of the city, and that she had friends here. They entered the front door and the smells of all manner of wonderful food surrounded him immediately.

He looked around and found several dishes that he hadn't seen but once or twice here in Marseille before. Elassa took him to the far end of the room, which was relatively small at forty feet, and spoke with a waiter for a few moments. The man looked at Jack and then nodded. Elassa waved Jack into the kitchen and she led him down a flight of curved steps that descended into the ground some twenty feet before coming off into a narrow stone corridor.

Jack felt his skin crawl as he passed the barrier surrounding the archway. He picked up trace scents of arousal and sex from within the room ahead, and the smell only got stronger as they neared it. Elassa took a look back at him and smiled guiltily.

"Yes, it is one of these places, but we can go to a nice secluded section to avoid all the stares, okay? I'm sorry, but this place really does have the best food in Marseille, and the best service too."

"If you say so," Jack replied warily. They reached a man at a podium who smiled warmly and pulled two menus out of the podium.

"Are you here to dine, seek the divine, or both?" he asked.

"Just dine," Elassa replied. "And can we have a place in the back so my husband and I can be together without unnecessary interruptions? He can be the life of the party if I don't watch him like a hawk." She winked and then put her arm around Jack's neck. "Isn't that right, honey?"

Jack pulled her to him by the hip. "If you wish it, mistress," he replied sensually.

The man led them past a large club room with dozens of tables filled with demons, succubi, incubi, vampires, and every other manner of otherworldly being. Many of them stopped what they were doing to watch him go by, and several succubi who had been 'entertaining' each other gave him lewd and provocative gestures. Elassa growled at them, and they desisted reluctantly.

"Gods, this is going to be a long night. I swear if they come over here-"

"Calm down, Elassa," Jack said, giving her backside a nice squeeze. "What about all the looks you're getting? You don't see me jumping the gun and calling those guys out, do you?"

"If you'd like to have a private booth instead of a table, then I can take you to one," the waiter said.

Elassa waved the thought aside. "No; it's alright. We'll just take a table." The waiter shrugged and put them in the center of a room that was almost empty. A couple sat in the far corner and looked as if they hadn't touched their food, favoring kissing each other heatedly instead. A woman sat three tables away with a human bound and on a leash at her feet, obediently waiting on her. The woman fondled his begging arousal with her toes through his shorts.

Jack noticed Elassa staring at them intently and shivered.

She arched a brow. "Oh, no, I wouldn't have suggested that to you, Jack. You mean too much to me to demean like that. I like you just the way you are." She gave his head a pat, but still her gaze lingered before she turned it to him to confirm her statement.

The waiter just sat by patiently with a pen and flipbook for them to order. Jack skimmed through the menu and picked out Catalonian meatballs with rice and asparagus in Tarragon cream sauce.

Elassa got two orders of chocolate mousse and grinned slyly. "Oh, I'm quite sure I'll be filled up by the end of the night," she finished. Jack's face turned red as a rose, but the waiter said nothing about it and took their menus without another word.

It wasn't long before he returned with the Elassa's dessert, drinks, and a small red candle with a green flame. "Milk for the lady," he said, setting a glass of milk on the table. "And something special for you, sir." He set down a wine glass full of something that resembled applejuice, except bubbly and pungent too.

"Something special?" pondered the incubus curiously. Elassa glanced into the next room, but was mostly occupied with her chocolate delight to care much about it.

"Yes, from those four over there." The waiter pointed into the other room where four succubi eyed Jack carefully. He stood up and told Elassa he'd be back in a minute. She took the spoon out of her mouth and put her cheek in her hand.

"Going to teach them what's what?"

"Going to give them back their gift," Jack replied, snatching up the 'something special' they had gotten for him. He casually strode over to where they sat and set the glass down on their table. They all smiled up at him and gave him the most seductive gazes they could. Try as they might to arouse him and sway his thoughts, they couldn't even get a glimmer out of his eyes. Jack folded his arms across his chest and shook his head with amusement.

"I thought we wouldn't have any problems here. I guess I was wrong."

"Oh, there's definitely a problem here," one of them said. "You're not beneath the four of us and ditching that ancient artifact over there." She flashed him a fanged smile, which he returned with a hard, glower, fingers itching.

"If you don't leave me alone, then I'm going to have Hell's Handmaiden come here and knock your heads together. I'm only going to ask you once."

The four succubi looked unconvinced.

"Hell's Handmaiden, huh?" the blonde one asked. "And who might you be? I haven't seen your sorry, cute behind in any of the Sanctuaries before. We thought we were doing you a favor by getting you into bed with all of us, but I see now that's not going to happen." She smirked. "Unless you want to make amends for the way you've treated us so far."

"You're not even worth my time." Jack resigned himself to just leaving before he got mad. He was having a good time with Elassa tonight. He should keep doing that and not ruin his mood and the night as a whole by getting angry.

"Oh, sure, because she's highest-paid whore in the Second Circle and you want your money's worth."

Jack's feet froze and pulled out his cellphone.

"Yeah, Anthony? Could you do me a favor and have Dalaria come out here and handle something for me?"

"What's wrong?"

"I just...there's someone who's really pissing me off and I don't want to get mad. And Dalaria can freely move between realms now, right?"

"Well, yeah, I got her to do that finally. But why?" Anthony sounded as confused as he was blind.

"Please just send her out here. I'm really trying to have a good time with Elassa and this is a real mood killer."

"Say no more. Hey, Dalaria, could you go help Jack out for a minute?" There was a faint answer, shuffling, other noise, and then Dalaria appeared in front of Jack with just a nightshirt that she had made wet with incessant lactation. She smiled as if he couldn't see her large, puffy pink nipples through her shirt.

"What's the matter?" she asked, pouting. "I haven't seen you in along time. And now I see you and you're mad; that's not right."

Jack couldn't help but smile at such an innocent and happy face. Things had been patched up between them over the past few years, and she was really a nice person now, albeit a little naïve. He gestured toward the four stunned succubi.

"That blonde girl just said..." He whispered it into her ear, and the demon looked shocked. She turned to Elassa in the other room, and then frowned angrily at the four astonished women.

"You're coming with me," she growled, stomping over the the succubus and grabbed her by the neck. "You believe you can treat Anthony's friends like they aren't seven levels above you? Oh, if he were here to let me kill you..." She ran her eyes down the succubus' body and grinned maniacally. "We're going to have a lot of fun milking everything out of you tonight, Kan and I. You young ones are so full of yourselves."

With that, she was gone with the succubus in hand.

"Ladies, I believe that no further interruptions will come my way?" he said. Without a reply to keep him there, he returned to Elassa and found she had ordered him another drink. Jack saw that she had an amused look on her face while she ate, as if she had heard every word of the scene in the other room. She probably had.

Soon, Jack got his food and had a nice dinner with Elassa. She spoon-fed him some mousse and told him about her participation in one of Jaelani's stage acts for a while before she asked for another menu and found something on it she said she had been craving for weeks.

"Oh, you have to go up and ask to get it made. Well, I'll just have it next time," she said, setting the menu down.

Jack frowned. "Huh? No, I'll go up and ask for it. What is it?"

"I don't want you to have-"

"Hey, if I'm not good for waiting for a drink, what am I good for then? Whaddya want? It can't take that long to make." Jack gave her a smile, and she relented.

"Ask for a mystique bloodbowl, Third Ring style."

"I don't even want to know..." Jack got up and walked to the bar in the next room. He was met by an older man with a head of graying hair and a Frank Zappa mustache. He finished a drink for someone else and then leaned toward Jack while he was filling a mug from the tap behind the bar.

"Come again?" he asked in plain English.

"Me? Oh, a mystique bloodbowl, Third Ring style." The barman quickly made the drink and Jack looked at what he thought was the margarita from hell. He shrugged, paid, and then took it back to his table.

The rest of their meal went perfectly and they left a little while afterward to go home.

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"Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow," Jack whined as Elassa dabbed the cotton ball covered with hydrogen peroxide on his side. She shook her head and kept on undeterred.

"Didn't I tell you to watch where you were going? For you to trip all over yourself and get hurt like this is ridiculous," she scolded him, wiping his wounded side clean.

"If you didn't lift your skirt so often, I might want to watch the street more. Ow." He sighed. "What happened to me getting over things like this in an hour? I thought I was able to heal from stuff like you guys do."

Elassa put up the bottle of peroxide. "Didn't I tell you to always drink your milk? I thought you knew how it works. We feed off of you, and you feed off of us."

"But I just fucked them like six times today. Anathane gave me a full dose of whatever she usually does too. What, do I need a bucket now?"

"Jack, it's not like this stuff happens overnight. Recently, you haven't really ravished us all that often. What was it, four times last week? Most incubi with half your sex drive get tail at least once a day for a few hours."

"Well, sorry for wanting to take you guys stargazing. I'll be sure to keep your head under the sheets all next week," replied Jack sardonically.

Elassa plopped herself down in his lap. "Care to end a nice evening with a little romance?"

"If we can find any in this madhouse. Are they asleep in there? We haven't heard anything from them in a while." Jack dug his finger into his ear and Elassa stepped out the door to see if they were indeed asleep.

"Yeah," she affirmed. "They're out of it all right. I'm going to get the last piece of pie." She tip-toed out of the bathroom and Jack pushed himself off the toilet seat she'd made him sit on to administer the first aid care. However, a certain blue someone latched herself to his hands and tethered him to the toilet seat as she emerged from behind him.

"Well hello there, thief," she cooed with a murky smile.

"Anatithenai," Jack grunted, straining to free his hands.

"Don't bother," she said. "I've got enough water in these pipes to make me enough a fight for an entire Ring. Now, I'm here to tell you that I have yet to receive any compensation for defecting to your side in the Seven Lovers' War a few hundred years ago. I think it's about time I get at least a taste of what I was promised by your council."




Cemetery Summons Ch. 29



The slime maneuvered herself in front of him and the lower half of her body expanded toward the floor into a large, thick puddle. She ran her blue hands over head chest and it pillowed outward rapidly. Jack heard the water in the back of the toilet flowing rapidly into her body, which she continued to modify past its previous extremes.

Her breasts became so large that Jack couldn't see the lower half of her torso beneath them. She heaved herself closer to him and picked her breasts up with considerable, but probably entirely acted effort. She leaned back, put her stomach to his knees, and then dropped her humongous boobs on his thighs. Immediately, Jack struggled to get out from under her titanic cleavage, but she held him firmly in place and just grinned up at him smugly.

"Could you let up a little?" Jack asked.

"I see at least one part of you is still happy to see your mother. Now let's give him a nice place to stay, shall we?" She reached into the crevice between her huge breasts and pulled his rigid erection out of his boxers with nimble fingers. "You stole my daughter, thief. I at least get to slake my hunger with you at my own leisure."

Jack groaned as her breasts crushed his cock between two walls of slimy, heavenly flesh. So large were her tits that they spilled over his thighs, pressed against his stomach and generally filled in every gap nearby.

She jiggled her breasts a little and it sent ripples through her gelatinous form, causing tremors of pleasure to race through Jack's body. A shiver ran up his spine and the hair on the back of his neck rose in anticipation. The slime looked up and him smugly and folded her arms on top of her breasts, laying her chin on her hands.

"As much as I'd love to live a fantasy, I'll have to decline. And besides, they said you had to wait at least two years before you could come running to me for sex, remember?"

She pushed down on the mass of flesh and Jack groaned again. His fingers bit into the ceramic beneath him and he glared daggers into her dark purple eyes.

"It's been a few hundred in hell. I'm here to take my payment."

"Years on earth, Anatithenai," Jack growled.

"That wasn't the agreement. Years alone, and it was not specified which kind. I'm here to take my fill and leave, so give me what I want." She smothered the lower half of his body again with quivering flesh and Jack sighed annoyedly.

"Look, tonight is not the night to make demands. I've had a threesome with Fain and Niaf, finally gotten to give Heart the love she deserves for all the work she does, and I'm about to end the night with Elassa. Please, come back tomorrow."

Anatithenai looked less than happy. "You think you have the right to make those kinds of demands? And you talk of me controlling my wants."

Jack snorted, "Anathane gives me that right. Now if you would, I have a wife to attend to."

The slime didn't move. "I do believe that these have you at an impasse. If you would hurry up and cum, then I might be a little more lenient on you." She waited for a moment and Jack bucked his hips against her gigantic tits. She gave him a conceited look and her slime core formed rather quickly in anticipation for getting his cumshot.

Jack felt the grip on his hands loosen as he thrust against her body and he waited for it to fall away altogether. As much as he enjoyed her, Anatithenai wasn't going to ruin his night and make him spend his energy on nothing.

When she was preoccupied with staring at his engorged glans and waiting for him to cum, he plunged his arm all the way into her chest and grabbed her slime core firmly.

He didn't even have time to see the look on her face.

Her entire form retracted into her slime core and he grabbed it with both hands so he wouldn't drop it. Her slime core was about the size of his head, but inside it he could feel the entire being of the slime, in complete and total ecstasy. Jack started to rub it with his hands, feeding Anatithenai raw unfiltered pleasure right to her very soul. He felt a tremble of ungodly powerful pleasure erupting within the orb.

He stood up and lifted the toilet seat, dropping the incapacitated slime into the water. Shutting the lid, he said, "That should take care of you for a day or two. I'll have Anathane deal with you later."

Jack left the bathroom and went to go see if there was any pie left for him to nibble on. Elassa was in the kitchen finishing off the last bits of it when he came in. He came up behind her and pressed himself snugly to her body, wrapping his arms around her waist and putting his chin on her shoulder.

"Any left for me?" he asked.

"I just ate the last bit. I've still got some milk if you want that." She rested her head against his shoulder as his hands snaked up her lithe, curvy body. His hands slipped up her stomach, tracing the center line of her body slowly as they went. Jack could feel her heart starting to beat faster as his fingertips reached her breasts.

"I think we can do away with this shirt now," Jack said. He kissed her cheek and she raised her arms as he started to pull her shirt off. He tossed it aside and stripped her bra off in record time. Her big, plump breasts spilled excitedly out of her bra and he pushed them up with his palms.

"You have no idea how many hours you spend just playing with these things, do you?" Elassa remarked as Jack began to jiggle her tits for his own arousal and amusement. He just smiled and squeezed her chest.

"How am I supposed to just get down to business that quickly? I love every part of you, but these never get enough attention. I mean, look at them; they're swollen and just begging to get touched for hours."

"By the way," she said, leaning her head back so she could whisper directly into his ear. "They're full. We can try again."

"Seriously?" the incubus gasped, in sheer disbelief. "But I just got everything last week. Are you sure you're...you know, ready again? It took a month last time for you to be sure."

"Just take a look for yourself. They're swollen to the bursting point. You can try again tonight." She gave him a loving smile and then kissed his cheek. "Just be sure that I get something too, alright?"

Jack turned her around and kissed her hard on the mouth. "I'll do everything I can to make sure it happens this time. I'm sorry you won't be the first one, Elassa. Anathane told me a couple of days ago that the core was having three."

Elassa sighed and kissed Jack gingerly. "It's okay; I know we tried. But she's just that much more able than us succubi. By the way, how far along is she?"

"About three years. How much longer does she have?"

"Six more, give or take a few months. You know she'll demand your presence before long, right? And pregnant demon is no pushover. She'll be like me the first time I let loose, if you remember that."

"I don't," he replied, kissing her neck. "But I'm sure you could show me how it went if you're up to it." He pushed his rigid arousal against her heat and she draped her arms around his neck.

"Just make sure we hit the mark this time. I'm full, but you have to get every drop so we can go long enough to get me pregnant this time. How many times did you make love to them today?" She motioned toward the three sleeping figures on the bed.

"Four times," he admitted guiltily.

"Are you sure you have enough left to try this? You remember what happened last time you were out of steam and we did this. Anathane said you only had a few hours left in you."

"Hey, Anathane charged me up earlier," he said, perking up happily. "And you know, if you can push me over that point again..." He nuzzled her playfully and they both giggled like they were doing something sneaky.

Elassa licked her teeth sensually and he maneuvered them over to the countertop to the right. He lifted her skirt and hooked his thumbs on the rim of her lacy thong, pulling it down her wide hips inch by inch. Elassa bit her lip sexily as Jack got it down to her knees and knelt down in front of her.

He lifted one of her legs and then the other as he removed her thong and tossed it into the bathroom absentmindedly. Elassa spread her swollen pink labia with two fingers and pushed her hips forward.

"I know you want it. Go ahead; nobody's watching us this time. Nuzzle my cute little cunny with your tongue. Give me every moan you have." Her other hand came down and rested on the back of his head. He got the message and pushed his face into the cleft of her thighs, sticking his tongue out to caress her soft, velvety folds.

His hands swiftly ran up her smooth, pale thighs, taking hold firmly on her hips and lifting her weight from her feet. Elassa quickly raised her feet and draped her legs over his shoulders. Her thighs cuddled his ears as gently as a tigress cuddles prey. Jack couldn't hear a thing between her legs, but then again, he didn't need to.

He felt everything he needed to as his tongue delved into her pink, velvety depths. He could taste the sweet juice coming from her body, all the passion she had stored up in her being released in a tidal flood of desire that threatened to drown him. His body trembled as he took a deep breath through his nose and her scent became ever-evident in his mind.

She was sexy.

Everything about her oozed that she wasn't a normal girl. The shape of her body was even more spectacular that Jack could have desired. Wide hips, thick, sexy, womanly thighs. A relatively lean body with meat where it counted, firm, smooth 36 FFF breasts that Jack would have been happy staring at the the rest of his life. Plump and full lips, cute ears, a button nose, long white hair that felt like the finest sink between his fingers.

Everything was perfect, but it was her eyes that got him. Fierce intensity shined at him, beaming with love and pride every time they locked gazes for even a moment. Electrifying green like neon stars always greeted him warmly, telling him that the woman giving him such a look was indeed his wife and lover and would be so for the rest of their days together or apart.

Right now, she was giving a different kind of look. This one, much more lustful, begged him to press deeper into her and tease her body with his hands. She didn't have to say it, but he knew that this foreplay was killing her. What most people considered a knee-knocking, mind-blowing orgasm that took a girl out of commission for the night, Elassa found only warmed her up for the real show.

She pushed her breasts together with her arms and pouted cutely. "Won't you please give my clit a little tease? I've been such a bad girl to you by not having sex with you and I need to be punished." She put more emphasis on 'need' than Jack could have thought possible. He rolled his eyes and pulled away briefly to speak.

"If you'd ease up on the thigh squeezing, I might be able to get a little nuzzle or two in before I make this kitty purr," he replied with a shit-eating grin. She put leaned back and put her arms across the countertop with a sigh. Her head fell back and she relaxed as Jack let her cool off a little before sticking his tongue out to flick her clit.

She let out something between a husky moan and a kitten's mewl, which Jack took as a sign to continue. So, he wholeheartedly thrust his tongue between her vulva and rubbed her clit with his nose. He tenderly maneuvered his tongue around to hit all the major pleasure points he could remember.

Some places made her toes curl, others made her back arch like a gymnast's. The one Jack was going after was hard to get, because it changed locations. Most of the time it was a dip that he could find with a little effort and it drove her nails into his back every time. This time, however, even with effort, he couldn't find her spot.

So, he just drank what he could, massaged her thighs with his hands, and tried to rock with her rolling hips as she rode his face into an orgasm.

It wasn't particularly powerful, but her thighs clamped shut around his head and he saw her swallow hard as a lump in her throat appeared. She breathed a heavy sigh and ran her hands through her hair. Her cheeks were spattered with dark red streaks that he took as a good sign of approval.

He looked up with curious eyes and she gave him a pat on the head. "Good boy."

Jack pulled back a little and broke away for some fresh air after almost getting lost in her heavenly scent. He put her feet to the floor gently and she slipped in a puddle of her own cum. Jack barely managed to catch her before she hit the floor.

"I think I like where this is going. Feel like a little worship, my goddess?" Jack doted, laying her flat on the floor gingerly. Elassa gave him a questioning stare, but let the trepidation fade away as her face flushed redder.

"If you think you're up to it. Aren't we supposed to be making a baby?"

Jack was genuinely hurt. "Don't you like the foreplay anymore?"

"Are you being serious?" Elassa asked, stunned. "What could make you think that I don't enjoy every minute of time we spend together? I treasure every loving word you say to me." She sat up on one elbow and caressed his cheek with one hand. "I love the foreplay. You take so much time and care to make me feel good and make me feel loved. But, I thought sex was your top priority this time."

"That's always my priority when I'm with you, but I like making love as a whole just as much as I like the sex part of it. I want every time to be as special as the first one." Jack kissed her foot sensually. "And I really like getting to touch you all over."

"Then worship me," she replied, lying back flat on the ground while Jack took her foot with both hands and massaged it gently with experienced and nimble fingers. His skilled hands moved slowly as he pressed and squeezed her flesh and muscles as he liked, listening to her steady, deep breathing.

He kissed her foot again, and heard a soft giggle escape his lover's lips. A fire lit in his eyes at the compliment. He started to suck on her big toe, and she flexed her legs all the way to her feet. Jack grunted and she let her body go slack after a moment's passage. He moved to her other toes one at a time, his fingers reaching her slender ankle and smooth leg.

He finished with her toes and moved further up, pressing his tongue to her sweet, tender flesh. As his hands moved up, as did his tongue, and he left a wet trail of saliva up her shin and ended at her knee. He squeezed her thigh and grinned up at her as her back arched in anticipation. Her inner thighs were coated with juice and the floor beneath her was getting slick. Even though she had her head thrown back, he could see the green neon of her eyes reflecting off the wall.

"I need to start with the other one now, because I have all this big, sexy thigh to handle, and my hands just can't get it all at once. Maybe I'll have more luck with the other one," Jack said, restarting the process on her other leg, which she extended toward him with heavy and labored breathing.

"Take it all," she said, letting her head fall to one side as her body relaxed once more to let him work without hindrance. He repeated the process, massaging her body, sucking one her toes one by one, and letting his tongue cause her flesh to rise.

The scent of her arousal was almost overwhelming.

By the time he reached her thighs again, she was trembling. All this mild teasing was beginning to get to her. She was building up an orgasm that wasn't going to be as passive as the first one. Jack reached her hips and started to let his hands wander across her belly, without any real aim at a massage. He just wanted to feel the contours of her body like he used to.

It wasn't often that they got alone time like this anymore. Usually, they were out doing something exciting to spice up the sex, or it was a threesome or a foursome...or a fivesome. God forbid he try anything more, lest he wear himself into nothing at all by the end of the night.

He sighed and absentmindedly started to finger her. He pushed her clit with his thumb, slowly massaging it in slow orbits. However, instead of moaning and gratified knee-clenching, all he got was an inquiring, "Jack?"

He looked up and Elassa met his eyes with fiery orbs, her brow furrowed. "Yeah?" he answered, removing his fingers from her wanton core to suck the fluids from them.

"Something wrong? You lost that luster of 'I'm gonna fuck the life outta you' a little while ago."

"No, nothing's wrong. I'm just remembering how much fun we used to have like this on the floor. You know, when we did this kind of stuff a lot." He straddled her hips and she propped herself up on her elbows.

"Buck up; you get all night to do it now." She turned onto her stomach beneath him and arched a brow, wiggling her ass teasingly. "You haven't even touched me back here yet. I'm on fire right now, and that big, manly cock of yours is just begging for some attention from this smooth body of mine."

Jack felt an electric current run through him as she turned over and squished her breasts flat on the floor, nudging his cock with her ass. He put his hands on her lower back and started to rub, hard. Elassa folded her hands under her chin and let out a pleasant sigh as he worked her muscles like a potter with clay.

Everything about her was passively driving him insane. Her legs, her back, the smooth curve of her ribs and waist and the dip between them. Her shoulders, delicate neck, everything! He forewent the massage past her shoulders and slid his hands back down to her waist.

Even if she wasn't trying, she was teasing him! He turned her over again and she reached up to pull him to her, which he eagerly let her do. They embraced as lovers do and kissed with almost violent force. Staring into her eyes, Jack found she lit every fire within him and stoked them with burning coals of desire.

One hand gripped her ass firmly, while the other moved between her shoulders to hold her against him as he lifted her body off the ground. On his knees, he decided not to stand yet and pushed his tongue into the back of her throat, forcing her to defend her mouth.

Their tongues wrestled for a dominant position as their eyes fought to see who would come out as the victor. Elassa's eyes were a lime green so vivid that he realized that the wasn't just horny, she was having fun too. It was a playful color, as far as colors go in place of gazes. It flickered neon green to a more lime color close to yellow as she gained the upper hand in the joint cavern of their mouths.

Further down their ravenous bodies, Jack's hands made quick work of the trepidation that had overtaken her earlier, and replaced it with a pleasant feeling of a slow-burning desire that was gaining heat and ferocity with every passing minute.

Their bodies were in what one could describe as a slow, agonizing grind. Jack slid his shaft along her velvety wetness, savoring the tremors of pleasure that speared down his shaft and deep into his body. He let out a groan as she arched against him. She gave him a haughty look and raised her hips against him, eyes dimming a little as the mood lightened.

"Had enough foreplay, sweety?" she asked.

"I think I still need to give your chest a little love before I quit," replied the incubus. He let her body sag a little against his and then stood her up as he rose to his feet. He turned her and let her lean back against the countertop again, her hands squeezing the side.

"I'll be sure to give you every last drop." She thrust her chest out at him and he lifted her breasts, testing their fullness. He let them drop and they bounced and jiggled until they swayed gently together and apart just a little. Jack gave her nipples a little pinch and she exhaled deeply.

However, the incubus found his fingertips were moist, and Elassa's heaving chest was turning pink as blood rushed through her body. Her eyes started to glow again.




Cemetery Summons Ch. 29



"Is this...?"

She winked. "You're making me lactate. Hurry up and get it before it gets wasted." She leaned back to give him better access, and he bent forward , pushing her breasts together. She was already starting to lactate by the time he latched his mouth over one of her nipples.

Tremors of delight ran down her body as Jack sucked hard and his mouth filled with a strong, sweet liquid and his hand, attempting to stem the flow from her other breasts, was quickly coated in milk.

He ran his tongue across her nipple and switched to its twin, savoring the taste. It was warm and sweet, and felt smooth going down his throat as he took several swallows of the stuff before switching breasts again. Elassa's eyes rolled back in her head and turned a color of Dartmouth green as they simmered into orbs of deep phosphorescent flames.

Jack drained her heavy breasts of milk one gulp at a time, running his lover ragged with incessant massaging and suckling. Her soft, pillowy flesh felt so good in his hands, and her swollen areola so tender against his tongue.

He continued to switch back and forth from her weeping breasts, snaking one hand down to her core in the meantime to give her pussy a little pleasure too. He dipped two fingers into her sex and Elassa's knees locked. She threw her arms around him and gouged great wounds in his back with her clawed hands, growling ferociously.

In return, he flicked her clit with his thumb and bit down on her breast, squeezing all the milk out that he could with his strong hand. She squealed, but held on as he slowly fingered her and finished his job on her chest.

He felt blood run down his back, but tried not to think about how it was going to feel tomorrow morning as he grabbed her free breast roughly and started to leech a meal from it as well. He wondered briefly how much of a boost this would give him once it kicked in. He pushed the thought aside, letting his body run as it wanted for a while as Elassa let him take his fill from her.

It wasn't long before she had another orgasm, and Jack felt a steady trickle of her fluids running over his fingers, hearing the pitter-patter of it hitting the floor as well. He looked down and saw her legs coated with a sheen of juice. However, when he looked back up at Elassa, she was blushing furiously.

"That's not what I think it is, is it?" Jack asked, seeing the answer on her face before she answered. Elassa's fiery gaze turned softer, more embarrassed and she smiled guiltily.

"I just lost a little control, honey. It's not my fault you were doing all that to me at once. Just a little..."

"I can't believe I made you piss yourself," Jack said in wonder. He kissed her head and dug his fingers into her again. "Anthony's gonna be so jealous I beat him to it!" He kissed her again and they started to move on their own, entirely out of instinct. Jack lifted her legs around his hips and she positioned herself for him to penetrate her.

Jack grinned and plunged into her burning core, killing any chance of him continuing foreplay. His eyes almost crossed at the intensity of the feeling that shook him down to his toes. Their lips locked in a desperate attempt to put more of each other together than they had tried a thousand times before. Jack couldn't believe things were going this great. He felt completely ready for a whole night of this.

He pistoned into her and she recoiled with every hard thrust, moaning into his mouth. Her sharp nails dug further into his back, meeting resistance from tightly bunched muscles. Jack didn't know how to register the pain. All he could feel was her soft pink folds wrapping around his cock, her big breasts pushed flat again him, and her tongue knotted with his own in their mouths.

It was incredible. Jack felt an aura about her that hadn't been there in a long time. This was fun sex to her. They hadn't had fun sex in a long time, not since they had been at Nyx's place last for the first centenial reunion of the Seven Lovers' War. That had been a great night. Elassa's eyes tonight mirrored her eyes that night, a nice warm glow.

Even her smile was the same: comforting, genuine. He broke away for air as he pounded into her hard enough to shake the countertop visibly. She let out a low purr in approval and bucked against him to get his attention.

"Feels like that time at Nyx's, huh?"

"More than you know," Jack replied as he smoothed out the erratic rhythm they were going at. She joined in with thrusting when Jack wasn't forcing her down hard enough to keep her pinned. His eyes were alight already and he hadn't even cum yet.

Elassa wriggled against him as he tried to adjust their position a little and Jack's legs almost gave out. He clenched his teeth and pulled her to him quickly as the feeling of an orgasm started to rise within him. He clutched her hot body to his and they rode each other to the breaking point.

Both of them were trembling with anticipation, bodies slick with beads of sweat and breath heavy with lust and excitement. Jack could feel her trembling, reaching the edge of her limits. Jack's tired hips smacked against hers over and over again with driving force that shook the drawers constantly.

The heat of her body was driving him insane. She felt like a furnace against him, and he loved every second of it. Her eyes told him not to worry and to keep going to the grand finale, but his tired legs begged him to stop. He couldn't help but feel the need to finish quickly now.

Her bruised breasts raked against him, squishing and sliding as their sweaty forms gyrated and shifted with every new thrust and jive. She arched as he pressed deeply, stroking a ridge of sensitive nerves inside her pussy. She responded by tightening around him, and he felt his body begging to cum.

With all the strength he could, Jack slammed into her body and climaxed hard inside of her. She tightened her grip around him and hissed with pleasure as his cum filled her body quickly. Their motions ceased only after Jack's cock stopped dribbling cum and Elassa relaxed against him, giggling.

"It's too thick not to have worked. I think we have this one in the bag," she said against his chest. She looked up, and found only love and admiration in Jack's fiery eyes.

"I love you so much, Elassa," he said, parting from her. He stepped back and she got off the counter to stretch a little. Jack leaned against the wall and panted tiredly as his succubus ran her fingers across the names tattooed along both his forearms. She smiled a little and brought his hand to her mouth and kissed it. He stroked her cheek and smiled back.

"So I can always have you in my arms," he said. "Everyone, you, Fain, Niaf, and Anathane. You four re the world to me."

"You suckup," she doted, pinching his cheek. "Are you ready to go again? Or are we done tonight? I'm still fired up for everything you can think of." She pressed her front to his and raised her knee to his hip.

Jack wrapped an arm beneath her thighs and hoisted her up as he carried her into the bathroom. "Anytime, anywhere." Inside the shower, they fell upon each other like beasts beneath the running water.

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Anathane stirred the sugar cubes in her coffee and sipped it to test the flavor. A little bitter, but not bad. She glanced over at Fain, who was frigging herself like there was no tomorrow. Niaf was watching, but refrained from doing anything herself. She was probably still too worn out from last night to mess with herself.

The greater demon sighed and watched her husband attempt to kill his first wife by sexing her to death. They rolled on the floor, switched positions, howled, moaned, groaned, everything. They were in their passion. Elassa had gotten his first feat of love, and Anathane was seething with friendly jealously over it.

And as much as Anathane hated to admit it, she herself hadn't gotten Jack this riled up before. Watching them have sex was making her jealous of Elassa. Jack's tattoos were glowing white and when he breathed, clouds of white smoke billowed out and disappeared into the air. The whole flat was filled with the electric tang of demonic lust and desire. He was entirely a slave to his lust and hers. Anathane couldn't have broken them apart if she had used her entire being to try.

Elassa was Jack's first true lover, and the only one that would probably be able to get him like this regularly from now on. As sad as it was to admit, Jack did love her differently from everyone else. Maybe it was the fact that she was his first summon, or the one who had taken his virginity. In any case, this was a show of love and devotion that neither of them would forget. For an incubus and a succubus to couple for an entire night without stopping was something that didn't occur until their emotional connections were unbreakable.

Anathane felt Dalaria warp into the room.

"Hey guys, is Jack...oh."

Anathane smirked. "Oh God what's he been doing to that poor succubus for the past seven hours? More than you can shake Volna's fortune at. What do you need?"

Dalaria perked up as Anathane turned to her. "Your house is finished. Nyx told me to tell you and give you a chance to see it before we decorate it."

Anathane took a look back at the ferocity behind her and shrugged, downing her cup of coffee in one gulp. "Sure. But it's not like those two are coming with us, or finishing up any time soon. They can't even tell where they are." 

He tone softened. "It's just them right there. The whole world could come crashing down around them and they couldn't tell the difference. I wish I could make him feel that."

"Come on!" Dalaria said excitedly. "We put something really special above the door. I want you to see it!" Anathane rolled her eyes at the woman's excitement and grabbed Anatithenai off the table. The slime, still locked in her core, was thrown into a state of unimaginable pleasure.

Anathane picked up the twins and Dalaria warped them across a realm to the Second Circle. Anathane let her eyes refocus and scanned the front of the large, luxurious mansion before her. Dalaria held her arms out wide and smiled with childish pride.

"It's wonderful," Anathane said.

"Look, read it!" Dalaria urged, pointing up to a golden plaque that was set over the massive front archway. "We all thought of something to make it special."

What Anathane read brought tears to her eyes.

This is a house

Of countless sins

Where one tales ends

And another begins

Where once were five

Shall be numbered endless

Thanks to a succubus

Who started it all

Two twins

With spirits so defiant

A demon

With loving depths untold

And their tireless lover

More precious than gold

A/N: I'm in tears. I didn't want it to ever end, but it has to. It has been the only worthwhile thing I've done in the past two years, and I'm so sad to see it finally over. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did. As much pain and frustration it brought me, this thing is my masterpiece and I'll probably never write anything this good again. I love all my characters deeply and I hope that what they said and did over the course of these four hundred pages will inspire you to greatness I can't achieve. I am eternally thankful for your time.

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(Center Stage)

[Anthony]: (Clears his throat) Uh...well, I suppose this is where the credits of a movie would role. But, since this is a story, there's just us characters sitting around with nothing to do. (Looking up questioningly) So our creator, the author, has decided to have us come out and reintroduce ourselves to get everything out in the open.

[Ekana]: Get on with it!

[Anthony]: I am! Jesus. But some of us were a little 'preoccupied' in hell or on earth to bother, so it's just a few of us here. (Shaking his head disapprovingly) Well, I'm Anthony, and I was never really given a last name or much backstory besides being Jack's friend for quite a few years. In general, I'm a pretty agreeable person, and my main love interest is Kan. But, I also have Volna and Dalaria too, which is kind of surprising because I was never intended to be part of the story for more than a chapter or two anyway. But, you know what they say; he who starts out as a cameo, turns into the one person who drives the plot when the muse is on her period. I sort of play the blind seer of old poems and epics...in a way. My Gorgon's Eye drove me blind, but being a warlock gave me a weird ability to see things, sort of see things anyway. The author actually had no idea what to do with me in hell, so he made me the centerpiece of plot forwarding because I every plan needs a hiccup. So, uh...I guess that's it for me. (Looking at list) Who's next...oh, Jack, you're up!

[Jack]: (Walking onto the stage) Hey guys, I'm Jack Archer. You probably know a lot about me at this point, but I'm just here because the author wanted us to go through some stuff after this was all over. So, where do I begin? Well...I'm supposed to be just an average down-on-his-luck guy who ends up getting really lucky, in a way. The whole story about me was only meant to be a one-shot, but it developed into something much bigger than just me, or Anthony, or everyone else. It's a whole world that's been created around us characters. I was never intended to become an incubus, or a demon either. Things just sort of snowballed out of writer's block and, presto changeo, here I am. I was never intended to have all the girls, and it's lucky Anthony got thrown into the mix with me or I probably wouldn't be here to tell the tale. Oh, and if nobody caught it at the end, I got tattoos now! Yeah, Elassa, Fain, Niaf, and Anathane's names right here, two on each arm. (Shows tattoos proudly) And these are never coming off. Cool thing is when I get 'demonized' they light up. Awesome, right? Oh, and on a final note, I have every fetish the author does, so if I like it, blame him.

[Anthony]: That's...messed up. Now, Ekana, you're next!

[Ekana]: You wanna get raped too? I took this kid down without so much as a whimper in defiance. (Kan glares from stage right) Ah, fine, you're safe now. Well, I'm Ekana, Elassa's big sister by a few thousand years. I'm a dominatrix, but I take a lot of pride in being a switch too, so I let Jack screw me a couple of times for shits and giggles. I only got a second appearance because Elassa mentioned me offhandedly in the very first chapter. Back then, Ekana was just a name, but I became a character as soon as the ideas stopped coming to our most beloved creator. And if you couldn't tell, that last bit was just oozing with sarcasm.

[Anthony]: Be a little nicer to the guy who breathed life into you, Ekana.

[Ekana]: (Raising one finger skyward) What's he gonna do?

[Anthony]: Screw it, Dalaria, you're up next.

[Dalaria]: (Skipping out to hug Anthony) Here I am, yay! I'm Dalaria! Originally, I was the big bad evil guy who ruined the original ending to the story. It was all supposed to end there, but boy was that not the case. The author had a lot of ways planned for me to die, and some involved Jack putting his sword through my face, me getting killed by Anathane, some other characters, or even Anthony. However, due to a little prodding from you reviewers out there, I ended up with Anthony after I got the holy hell beaten out of me by Tirol. And now, I get to snuggle with my cute Anthony and feed him all the fresh milk he wants because I am a cowgirl. Isn't that right?

[Anthony]: (Blushing fiercely) Not here, Dalaria. Let's get on with the list. Tirol, you're up next.

[Tirol]: (Floating out on stage) I am Tirol, a fallen angel that Dalaria captured and tortured because my bloodline, which belongs to Jack as well, is forbidden from entering hell or coupling with its denizens. In ancient times, we made a pact with angels that we would rise above ourselves and be closer to God, but we quickly fell into the dark recesses of lust and carnal desire, at the meddling of Lucifer. Because of his meddling, he was forced to make an agreement with several saints that none of the bloodline would be tainted and would renew their faith in God. However, I fell once more from His grace of my own doing, as did my son, and Jack. However, my son was unable to teach Jack about our family history and it caused him much trouble. Although I raised him for several years, I did not tell Jack anything I taught my son for fear of ruining his chances at a normal, full life. Things did not turn out as I had hoped. However, looking back on that decision, I see now that it was well-made. As a final note, I was not meant to be Jack's grandfather until, quite literally, the last second before it was decided. It was simply a whim inspired by a review.

[Anthony]: Well, it's lucky you were there to help Kan out, or we wouldn't be here right now as we are. So, speaking of her...Kan, introduce yourself.

[Kan[: Hey everyone. I'm Kan, Anthony's first and truest lover. And aren't I a catch! I mean, who doesn't want a blue hermaphrodite as a lover? They must be crazy. I can peg Anthony, shove myself all the way down his throat, cover him in cum, d-

[Anthony]: Okay! Jeeze, stop trying to give them the wrong picture.

[Kan]: (Pinching Anthony's cheek) Sorry, I just got a little carried away. So, I was originally created to be thrown away in hell, and never meant to stay with Anthony at all. (Glaring at the author) Yeah, thanks you dumb fuck! If it had gone that way, you'd have heard from me soon. For you to even consider that makes me bitter. (Sulking) But, whatever the case, we ended up together and I have never looked back. However, being taken away sucked, but the angry, crying, needy sex Anthony and I had once we got back together was so fantastic hat I can't really complain anymore. We've never had sex that long, or had so deep a connection as we did at that human Kenaw's place.

[Anthony]: (Kissing Kan tenderly) Oh, fuck that's right; we're not done with the introductions! Sorry guys! Alright, Fain and Niaf...both of you guys at once?

[Fain]: Of course

[Niaf]: We were one person at one point in time ya know!

[Anthony]: Just explain yourselves. We've still got a few more names on the list

[Fain]: We were summoned because Jack had said 'fucking hell' at the pool, if you readers remember that. Because he had said it once, and Elassa had prophesized that he would have more lovers, we were created at the same time to slake the growing lust of our lover.

[Niaf]: (Whistling) And boy did that turn out great for us! You read up there how hard he beat us with that pole of his. Shoulda named him 'the cunt destroyer' instead of incomplete boy. Well, we got split up because the author found it prudent to split up the schizo and give the two souls two homes instead of one. Really, it was just a whim, just like every other fucking decision he makes.

[Fain]: That is not a good things to say to the person who controls everything you say and do.

[Niaf]: Sue me! What's he gonna do? Drop a brick on my head? (A brick falls) Fucking! Son of a bitch! You asshole! I'm done, next fucking person Anthony. (Glaring skyward) You haven't heard my last rant, asshole.

[Fain]: I warned you.

[Anthony]: Okay, so now it's Anatithenai's turn. Oh Jesus...

[Anatithenai]: (Expanding her chest) Let's just get one thing straight before I start. (Turning to Jack) I am in no long stretch of the word in love with you, alright? However, with that being said, you're just too damn good at what you do for me not to take advantage of that. (Facing the audience) So, now you know guys. I'm Anatithenai, Anathane's mother. I'm not going to explain how I gave birth to my daughter, or who her father is, even if she has one. I'm a slime, which means that I get to fulfill every big-breasted, slime related fetish Jack and the author have. I wasn't a part of the story until it was by the grace of God the author needed more characters to keep this thing afloat, and I found myself in the limelight. I only had sex with Jack because the author wanted me to do everything everyone else couldn't, like bury a guy in cleavage, or wrap myself around someone in a literal sense, or anything that a solid person can't do really. There you go.




Cemetery Summons Ch. 29



[Anathane]: Ooh! I'm next! I'm next! (Sauntering over to Jack) Do you want me to do this before, or after I take you to the floor?

[Jack]: Before, preferably. But I know I can't stop you if you don't want it that way.

[Anathane]: Before it is then. Okay, I'm Anathane. I was never even planned to be a part of the story until Jack's woke up inside my tummy. I am a huge demon in the Second Circle floating somewhere out in the nether reaches of the Circle. I'm sort of the Second Circle's nurse in a weird way, and I can heal people because I contain all kinds of rejuvenating fluids and stuff like that. But I won't go into specifics. I am the catch-all for anything the author needed throughout the story. A crazy, clingy demon? That's me. A loving, sincere healer? Me too. A nymphomaniac lover with a hunger for Jack as great as the universe is vast? I think that's in there too. I am a rock, in the sense that I was always there for almost every character in the story when they needed me. I filled all roles at one point, and I drove the plot when everyone else threw their hands up and said 'we're totally fucked now'. I am a big demon, and all the me's that fuck Jack are shards of my soul that have been broken apart to handle the load of my past memories. The core, the original me, is pregnant at the end of the story, and I'm gonna make sure Jack gives me an army of babies to love and nurture for eternity.

[Jack]: (Paling) Right. Anthony, who's next?"

[Anthony]: Elassa's out final character to introduce. Nobody else showed up. I guess Grymir is too busy administering the Second Circle as its elector king to be here, and Kadae too. But, whatever.

[Elassa]: Well, it's nice of you to save the best for last. I'm Elassa, Jack's first lover and killer of his humble virgin beginnings. I was the main reason this story continued past the first chapter, not Jack, or anyone else. Me. The author wanted to develop and explore my character because he and Jack have a major succubus fetish. So, I turned into the woman I stand before you as today. If you'll go back and read every scene with me in it very, very carefully, you'll notice that I never actually get to taste Jack's cum. And everyone thinks it's a big joke because they think I won't like it. (Looks sourly at the rest of the present persons) So screw all of you. I love every part of Jack, and he loves every part of me.

[Anthony]: Uh...guys, who's that?

(All present persons turn)

[Author]: Sorry I'm late. I was finishing up something important. I guess it's my turn. (Adjusting sleeves) Hello there, I'm the author. Hey, guys, calm down; I'm not God or anything. I'll explain everything after curtain call, alright? Alright. So, continuing through the intense and awestruck gazes my cast and crew are giving me...I've been here since the very beginning. Every word, every frustrated sigh, every blank stare at the last word written on the page. And I thought it fitting to be here in the end too. I've loved and nurtured everyone here so much, and even those who aren't. I'm sad to see this all come to and end as well. I've spent a great deal of time and effort and energy, spent many lonely nights staring at the growing word and page counts with grim satisfaction, knowing that while you grow and prosper and cry and love, it must all come to an end eventually. But, with ends come beginnings, and I will try hard to bring more dribble forth from the mouth of my muse, be she clawed down to earth by my bare hands or by the words of another author. So, I would like to leave you with a line that has endured the test of time and stayed true for tall tales worldwide. (Taking a deep and heaving a sad sigh)

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And they all lived happily ever after.

The End.



Cemetery Summons



"Hey, I said stop!"

Jack ignored him and bolted for the wall, cursing for the umpteenth time tonight. This was why he didn't like October. Cops were always at their worst during this month with all the crazy idiots and boozed up teens and morons running around at the end of the month. Jack made it to the wall and took a step up on it. 

He pulled himself over, where Elassa was waiting for him. Her eyes had some kind of illumination, because they shone neon green even though the moon was at her back. She winked at him and then hopped off the wall.

Jack dropped down on the side facing the street and ran home, shirtless, shoeless, and out of breath. He really hoped he had done the laundry. He was probably going to drop dead at the door at this rate. He glared at the succubus floating an inch off the ground next to him, happy as a clam. 

Elassa had a smirk on her face the entire way home.