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Yshomatsu and the Succubus

By: Yshomatsu



Yshomatsu entered a small abandoned cave; he stood at a close six feet one inch. A hooded robe came to a stop around deep emerald eyes staring into the cobweb infested area. Neatly close trimmed red goatee around a slight grin. Remembering the cave as it used to be over one hundred years ago, a spot off to the side where his bed mat laid. Many scrolls clumped together for light reading. 

Few were left from his order of monks, once the world's most powerful pacifists, fighting only when peace was threatened. Their peace keeping tactics had worked for countless ages. However as they grew more power, many turned to greed. Leading to the whole known world going to war, the world split into smaller factions. All factions tried to conquer the others, to rule the world.

Yshomatsu raised his fists, bending both index and middle fingers out. Moving his hands with lightning speed in a slicing motion in front of himself, Yshomatsu let out a grunt and pushed his hands out. A spark descended from his hands, turning into flame upon touching a carved out fireplace at the center of the cave. Many years practicing the so called magic by the outside world, Yshomatsu had mastered ways to stay young, among many other skills. Being one of the founders of the monk order, only he truly knew how old he was. Yshomatus' body never aged past twenty six.

Sitting down on the cave ground, by the bonfire he created. Yshomatsu crossed his feet, straitening his back and flattening the creases from his monk robes. He placed his hands on his knees; Yshomatsu meditated preparing to enter the dream world. A spirit realm the monks discovered all beings tap into when they dreamed. Unconsciously all living creatures drifted around the lesser levels of the dream world. Each subconscious mind controlled its own part of the dream world's lesser levels.

This cave had once been home to Yshomatsu until the catholic crusades rendered the surrounding area too dangerous to remain. Their order vanished from the wars; the monks realized their place in the world could excel in the shadows. In those days the dream world had only been used by the monks to communicate over long distances, nothing more.

Brief moments to sound alarms to each other or deliver messages created the perfect method for their order to operate around the world. With the monk order spread thin, being able to quickly act without the use of runners was the only reason their plans succeeded. Later they had stretched to meetings within the dream, while their order had grown strong enough to secretly control the outcome of wars if they so wished it. 

As a double sided dealer made profits off selling their goods to both sides of enemy forces behind their backs, the monk order thrived behind the scene. They created a mighty underground cartel around the monk order, allowing their order to fade into history, becoming myth.

Taking deep breaths the cave around him began to change. A thick fog filled the cave, unnatural plants erected and descended from between the cracks of the cave. His heart rate lowered beyond that of normal resting heart rates. His body relaxed into a deep sleep state, core body temperature decreased. To anyone in the waking world Yshomatsu would be pronounced dead.

Yshomatsu was returning after so many years in isolated training to the dream world in search of some known associates within his order that had gone missing. With no traces of their bodies Yshomatsu could only assume they were hidden away somewhere while escaping into the dream. No long term side effects from remaining in the dream world were known. Many speculated that the dream had more potential but no one had taken the risk to explore its hidden treasures. 

Opening his eyes Yshomatsu looked around, realizing he was in the dream world but something was wrong. Within the thick fog he could barely see through, a foul taste filled his mouth. Evil lurked nearby, something ancient dark and sinister, Yshomatsu never felt anything like it. Yshomatsu slowly moved towards the cave's exit, reaching out he moved the long vines now covering the area aside, peering out into the clearing ahead.

The desert planes that surrounded his cave from decades of warfare, was now a lush jungle. Giant trees littered the area, vines reached between trees. Shrubbery and large trunks filled the ground. Off in the distance he saw a decaying hound wonder into another cave. 

"Death in the dream," He asked himself. Confused, Yshomatsu leaps out of his cave, quickly running over to the other cave. Silently he reaches the cave, placing his feet on the on the edge of the cave's entrance. Leaning into the rocks, he looked in to see the badly decaying hound pass around a corner. About to step into the darkness Yshomatsu hears a feint whisper.

"Come to me... submit to the addictive pleasures I offer monk."

Yshomatsu shook his head, looking around but not finding its source. The seductive voice lingered on his mind as he ignored his gut feeling and stepped into the cave after the hound, his footsteps silenced by the moss covered ground. He thought he heard a feminine giggle, but he ignored it, probably just his mind playing tricks on him. He took another deep breath unbeknownst to him, filling his lungs with the tainted fog. He moved forward after a few moments, before he reached the corner ahead where the hound vanished from sight, he heard the feint whisper again.

"Mmm, you smell delicious, your soul is aged like fine wine," a feminine voice said, her voice filled with sinful lust.

Yshomatsu shakes his head trying to clear his clouded mind, only this time it took twice as long. Yshomatsu rubbed his eyes and cleared this throat. He did not notice the thick fog that filled the dream was in fact corrupted and every breath worked against him, slowly weakening his willpower. 

Upon reaching the corner Yshomatsu tilted his head over to peer around the caves tunnel. Hoping to go unnoticed he spies into a larger cavern. Seeing his fellow monks Yshomatsu entered the dream to find chained to the walls of the cavern. Their eyes glazed over, with blissful expressions on their faces. All the monks were naked, their bodies hung limp from their chains. The only part of their bodies that looked awake were their massive erections reaching out towards the center of the cave. 

Peering over at the cavern's center stood who Yshomatsu could only guess was the feminine voice in his head. Only this was no simple girl, but a Succubus. A foul lesser demon that thrived by seducing men with lustful thoughts, rather than fighting. Sucking out their life force and soul until only a withered shell remained. The longer her process was drawn out, the greater the power the Succubus gained from her victim's souls. 

The Succubus was a being whose story has been told throughout history, warning all of mankind of the dangers of sex. Yet the Succubus had always been conceived as a mythological creature and never proven to exist.

Time slowed until Yshomatsu couldn't tell how long he stared, transfixed by the demon's exotic lore. Her skin was blood red and long hair the color of night swept down onto her shoulders, descending around two leathery wings similar to those of a bat's folded up from her back. Her hair continued down coming to an end just barely covering her tight perfectly shaped buttocks. A thin tail writhed like a serpent between her legs. The tail tipped with a scorpion shaped razor sharp point, encased within a thin layer of skin. Allowing the Succubus to use her tail at will, with or without her poison tipped stinger.

The Succubus pets the decaying hound now at her side. She looked back over her shoulder and locked eyes with Yshomatsu, a wicked suggestive smile formed. 

Shocked by suddenly realizing that she knew he was there. Yshomatsu tried to back away but couldn't will his feet to move, for the corrupted fog had formed into a thick layer of roiling mist upon the ground. Sapping his willpower to shreds, the mist was tickling his skin through his robes. 

The hound barked a weak yet evil sounding howl before storming off in the direction it came, growling at Yshomatsu when it passed by. Having for filled its mission to lore Yshomatsu into the Succubus' layer, the hound was no longer needed.

Yshomatsu didn't even realize he was taking a few steps towards the Succubus until he shook his head, trying to shake off the tendrils of lust strangling within his thoughts.

The next thing he knew, Yshomatsu was standing in the center of the cavern. Before him stood the Succubus, once again they locked eyes as Yshomatsu stared into her empty orbs like two pits opening onto a black abyss. Yshomatsu's eyes slightly glazed over and head tilted to the side, falling into her lustful hypnotic spell. The Succubus licked her luscious lips, sultrily smiling ear to ear in her victory over the powerful monk standing before her. Placing her arms around his neck, the Succubus whispered into his ear.

"I'll show you pleasures no mortal has ever experienced," licking his earlobe before her soft lips pressed into a wet lustful kiss, nibbling slightly. Yshomatsu's mind was filled with clouds, his conscious mind tried to push forward into action. Only to have it pushed back by the Succubus lowering one of her finely chiseled arms down his side. Reaching into his robes, fondling his slightly stiff member and swollen balls, an excited moan escaped Yshomatsu's mouth. 

Yshomatsu's heart pumped faster, sending much needed blood for his brain south to his currently more dominate mind. Squeezing her hand as she slowly stroked his manhood, twisting her palm at its tip. The Succubus giggled with delight, kissing the side of his mouth, slowly sliding behind him, her kiss lingered on his skin, throbbing, aching for her lips not to leave. 

Reaching around, rubbing his chest while hooking her fingers under his robes. The Succubus' hot breath blew into his neck before pulling of the monk's robes, tossing them to the side. Revealing his shaggy reddish blonde hair that was cut relatively short, a shiver spread down his body causing his to lightly shake.

Hey tail slithered between their legs, curling and tightening around his manhood. While Yshomatsu was distracted by the pleasures of her tail the Succubus raised his arms above his head. Before he knew it he was chained to the caverns ceiling. Clarity cleared the clouds form his mind, having realized the trouble he was in.

Yshomatsu shoved his shoulder into her, sending her back into the far wall of the cavern. The demon smiled as strands of her wavy black hair fell down in front of her face. Giving her an exotic sexy appeal, "my, my and here I thought you'd be as weak as your friends were." Her eyes sparkled, running her hands up her body. Squeezing her perfect breasts, only slightly too large for her fascinating, unnaturally sexy body type. The Succubus snapped her head back, whipped her hair out of her face.

Yshomatsu could hardly force his eyes not to stare at the sight his manhood pulsed desperately into the fresh open air. Having her at a distance weakened her hold on his mind and he summoned the will to take this time to look around at the other monks chained around the area. All their expressions seemed to be filled with ecstasy unaware of the event transpiring within the cavern. Their skin pale white, appearing as ghosts slowly fading away. Yshomatsu briefly wondered how long they had been trapped by her spell. The monk order wasn't aware of them missing until all three had not reported in a little over a month ago. It had taken Yshomatsu a while to track down their location in the dream world. 

Looking back to the far wall he noticed that the Succubus wasn't there and in fact she was nowhere to be seen. Thinking to himself; Yshomatsu wondered if any of the monks knew they were under attack, perhaps... no they had to know. When the Succubus struck, she liked to toy with her prey, savoring her meal. Yshomatsu began to feel air lightly being blown on the back of his neck, quickly losing track of what he was thinking about as a shiver runs up his spine.

"The things I'm going to show you, my little monk," she chuckled darkly. "I sense power in you, far greater than any I have felt before. I'm going to take my time with you and savor this." Ironically proving Yshomatsu's last thought correct, if only his mind hadn't clouded over at the sound of her voice.

An even more pungent odor filled the cave, piercing Yshomatsu's nostrils with gilded fish hooks as she reeled in her helpless prey. It was the damnable mist he thought. Only this new odor was coming from a much closer source. The Succubus' gapping nether lips tingled with thoughts of corrupting this monk. Filling the air around them with deep lust filled desire, created by her arousal. Every breath he took filled his lungs with a cloying perfume that sapped his strength and filled his mind with unwholesome images. 

"Let me be your temptress and we'll do things together that you haven't even dared dream about," the Succubus purred.

Yshomatsu snapped his eyes open, shaking his head. He had to stay alert. This wasn't a dream he was just in the dream world, the spirit world, he had ultimate control over his body here. His skin tingled where her lips had brushed against it, eager to feel her kisses again. Yshomatsu tried to put it out of his mind, trying to hold on to his thoughts of controlling himself.

"It will feel exquisite," her voice full promises of the pleasure she could give him. Pressing up against his back, Yshomatsu lost all thoughts of anything other than her hardened nipples pointing into his skin. Sliding around him, the Succubus licked her way to his mouth, ending in a sloppy forceful kiss. Her tail resumed its place around his manhood, stroking him back to full attention. The Succubus aimed his manhood to her nether lips. She raised one leg around Yshomatsu's lower back.

"Get off," Yshomatsu spat into her lips breaking their kiss.

"Oh I intend to get off alright, don't worry darling, you'll scream from desire as my sweet nectar flows, absorbing into your stiff cock."

"No..." He tried to counter by pushing her away, only resulting in her quick reflexes turning his protest against him. His thrust misfired, impaling his manhood deep into her pussy until his pelvic bone met hers, "Ahhhh!" he screamed, tongue hanging out of his mouth from his bodies' sensor overload.

Seizing the opportunity the Succubus jumped up onto Yshomatsu, locking her heals tightly behind his back. Her black leathery wings stretched out behind her. The Succubus lowered her head, wrapping her slender tongue around his, pulling it into her mouth as she began to eagerly suck on it. 

All of it happened so fast the Succubus almost forgot her tail was still wrapped around his manhood. Giggling into his mouth sending hot vapors of lust into his lungs, as her tail slightly uncoiled only to spread out the length of his manhood. The Succubus' tail squeezed rhythmically up and down Yshomatsu's manhood. Creating a unique feeling combined in time with her inner walls tightly sucking his flesh with a mind of its own.

Sweat formed on Yshomatsu's forehead, enjoying the moans of pleasure the demon was making. Reluctantly she broke the kiss, coaxing a gasp out of him as he leaned forward trying to relock their lips. 

"See lover. I told you it would feel exquisite. Even as I suck out your soul," the demon whispered into his ear.

Yshomatsu was reminded again of what she was and the danger she presented to him. It spurred him into attempting to squirm free of her pleasurable embrace. He thrashed backwards and tried to shake her off him. Laughing the Succubus tightened her grip around his lower back and neck, bring her wings down over him like a tight leather blanket. 

"Yes ravish me! Give into your desire and release your seed into me," nibbling on his ear lobe.

Closing his eyes, Yshomatsu had to concentrate. Trying to think was nearly impossible as his balls tightened up, getting close to release. Pre-cum seeped into the Succubus causing her to moan deeply into his ear. 

"I know your type," she sighed looking him in the eyes, fires burning in her once black filled orbs. "You want a slut to lead you through all the unspeakable acts you dare not ask for. Do it baby, give into me." 

His last minute effort to struggle put her over the edge. The Succubus' body shook violently as she attacked his mouth. Juices flowed as her orgasm hit, arching her back, groaning into his mouth. Only small drips escaped along her tail, she began to remove her tail slowly. Not wanting to waste her nectars effect she coiled it around his balls. The Succubus' nether lips sealed around the base of his manhood, forcing the remaining liquid to sink into his flesh, spreading down into a two sided attack on his balls.

The pleasure caused by her orgasm was too much for Yshomatsu. The Succubus moaned in celebration as the monk released his seed into her. Her vaginal muscles began to squeeze, determined to get everything he had to offer. Spent and exhausted, Yshomatsu's body collapsed, hanging limply from the chains above him.

The Succubus lowered herself off him slowly, enjoying the sensation of his manhood sliding out of her. Her nether lips squeezed down hard on his tip before releasing it, drawling out his orgasm. When the Succubus was sure she got it all she lowered herself off Yshomatsu. She ran a long nailed finger down his cheek, curling it under his chain before raising his head to look into his eyes.

"That was exhilarating lover, your seed is powerful, beyond anything I've ever tasted." Leaning in, the Succubus lightly bit down on his lower lip, sucking it into hers for a moment before letting go. Her hands grasped his still rock hard manhood, "look at that, your body craves more." Laughing in a sinister heart stopping laugh, as the Succubus bent her knees descending towards his manhood.

She clasped her delicate hands around the base of his manhood. The Succubus aimed his manhood higher, licking the mixed juices from his manhood as she locked her lips around his crown. The Succubus sucked hard while curling her tongue between the most sensitive skin directly between the mushroom and shaft. 

The sudden pressure on his dick caused Yshomatsu to wake from his dazed state of mind, tightly clenching his eye lids shut from the pleasure she was giving him. A deep moan generated from within his chest excelled up into his wind pipes and exploded, filling the cavern with cries of pure bliss. The Succubus giggled, yet not relenting on her oral assault. Her tail slithered like a serpent behind her. 

"Oh god damn!" He screamed out, closing in on another orgasm. The Succubus doubled her effort. Her ass wiggled behind her curled up wings, two small horns erected from above the Succubus' temples. Looking up at Yshomatsu, her eyes formed dancing flames at their centers in little slits like cat's eyes. 

Unbeknownst to Yshomatsu his powerful seed was giving the Succubus more power than she could gain from a human life time of consuming souls. Then again Yshomatsu was older than many human life times put together, a fact he was going to use to his advantage if only he could focus his mind. 

Sensing his impending orgasm, the Succubus had doubled her effort. Gripping tighter with one hand at his base, with the other she began to quickly stroke his erection with extreme vigor. Her sudden increase in effort distracted Yshomatsu, diverting his mind back to the task at hand... her meal. Yshomatsu rocked his hips back and forward, at first the Succubus thought he was trying to get away from her again so she tightened her grips.

Yshomatsu's body tensed mere moments before a volcano of an orgasm sent his seed flying down the Succubus' throat. She bit down with her sharp fangs into the shaft of his manhood, expelling her venom into his bloodstream. She swallowed all of his seed, licking the wound, causing the puncture holes to heal, sealing in the poison into his system.


Yshomatsu and the Succubus Ch. 02



Yshomatsu was an ancient monk who had mastered many arts. One such art caused his body to never age a day beyond twenty-six. He was part of an underground organization that secretly controlled the world. One of the reasons their organization had succeeded in their goal to control everything was the discovery of the mystical dream world. It was a dimension no one truly understood, but it allowed the monks to have meetings and deliver messages without worry of getting caught.

After many years of using the dream world for their own ambitions, a few monks went missing. In search of answers, the order had turned to one of their own who had isolated himself for many decades to work on his research. Yshomatsu was that person, called upon in a time of need. 

Reluctant to put his research on hold, Yshomatsu had only agreed because of a twisted dream that had occurred the night before being asked. In this dream he had become the victim of a Succubus, yet had somehow still managed to save the missing monks.

Yshomatsu left his bedroom with concern written on his face. In his dream he had turned into a dragon in order to defeat the Succubus. The Dragon form was a spell he had been working on for years. Perhaps it only works in the dream, he thought. Maybe this was why his real world projects had failed in the past. He made his way to his extensive library, filled with many books gathered over decades.

In his dream he had gone after the monks blind and unprepared, rushing into a fight with a demon that he hadn't been ready for. Maybe it was a sign that nothing could prepare him for what was to come. Yshomatsu vaguely remembered a book he had found over one hundred years ago, a treatise on demons. He was on a quest to find it.

After a few hours of searching he came to the leather bound book he was seeking. Flipping through the pages describing mighty demons he finally came to the section covering demons that were physically weak. The first demon listed in the section was the Succubus. Bold writing at the top stated, "Though the Succubus is one of the weakest demons known to man, she is also perhaps the most dangerous." It went on to detail how the Succubus never needs to fight due to the fact that no mortal can resist her charms. 

A sick feeling filled his gut. His dream made sense now, given how easy it was to fall under the Succubus' spell. Determined to find a way to defeat her quickly, he kept reading.

The pages were filled with details of how the demon feeds on the human soul through sexual acts. It even showed pictures which, unbeknownst to Yshomatsu, combined with the memory of his dream was causing a reaction within his robes. Reaching down he began to touch himself while staring at a portrait of the Succubus' face.

A few moments went by before a moan escaped his mouth as he realized what he was doing. Yshomatsu shook his head to clear his thoughts. He worried how easily this creature might tempt him, for it attacked a man's weakest, most vulnerable side. He continued to read. The book detailed that once a Succubus haunts someone, the only way to purge it is to summon and banish it. Something felt fishy about this part: the book didn't go into much detail regarding the banishing. It focused on the summoning, and in the back of Yshomatsu's mind a sense of a trap formed.

Hoping it wouldn't come to that, Yshomatsu put the book aside. He was determined to practice a few more offensive and binding spells before entering the Dream World. Yshomatsu's laboratory was filled with the sounds of warfare, pieces of dummies scattered all over the room. His body spun in the air, and his staff moved so quickly it appeared as though a shield was formed around Yshomatsu. Martial arts mixed with spells gave Yshomatsu the tools he would need to fight the demon from his dream. 

Many hours later he slept, and began his journey to the old cave in his dream. Yshomatsu traveled at night to avoid the many soldiers and battles being fought in the area. A small cloth was wrapped tightly around his eyes, forcing him to reach out with his other senses. This was a skill the monks used to prevent their eyes from playing tricks on them in the dark.

The world was being molded slowly into the Order's ideal creation. Once they placed their own within the highest seats of governments it was only a matter of time before everything was under their control. Yshomatsu believed that peace would be the result, at least for a few years, many if they were lucky. Only time would tell however, if those placed in power would be corrupted by it. 

He traveled through the dry waste land where his ancient cave resided beyond; it had been a lush jungle before years of bloodshed laid waste to everything. The giant trees had been plundered to fuel the fires of war, and on the far edge marked the end of the known world. Monstrous mountain ranges made the area never fully explored due to their steep slopes and sharp rocky surface. Within those mountains Yshomatsu discovered a well hidden cavern system. For a little more than a decade he had called it home, before finding his current resident in the isolated Grand Canyon created in a massive earth quake a few years ago.

Suddenly he felt another's presence. Crouching low, Yshomatsu hid mere moments before a Knight's patrol strode into the area. 

Shit, unlucky already, he thought as he tried to stay out of sight. With his thoughts distracting him, he hadn't noticed the Knight's presence ahead of time like he should have.

"Spread out men," the Knight called out. He could have sworn he had seen movement within the shadows. The Knight's men unsheathed their blades while fanning out in a wider formation. Yshomatsu calmed his breathing. He wouldn't fight unless he had to, but these men weren't going to stop him from his rescue mission.

The Knight's horse stomped upon the ground, eager to be on the move again. A storm was forming overhead, rain slowly starting to fall, making the ground slick. The men drew closer to Yshomatsu, who remained motionless. Once they passed by him he began to slowly move on. But a lone stone under his foot gave way once he moved.

The stone echoed as it clashed with gravity, just loud enough for the closest soldier to hear it. Having no other choice Yshomatsu acted. The Knight watched in horror as, moving as if a blur painted on the horizon, Yshomatsu knocked out his men one after the other until all that remained were the Knight and his startled horse.

Yshomatsu slowly approached the Knight, staff tucked under his armpit. 

"I don't know who you are but I can't let you pass," the Knight yelled. 

Yshomatsu's hood had been blown off by the storm's wind, revealing his blindfold. Lightning struck, providing the Knight with a clear view of the man before him. He was shocked to see that a blindfolded man had defeated his entire squad. The man didn't stop slowly moving forward. 

"Very well," the Knight said as he grabbed his sword and kicked his horse to drive it forward.

Yshomatsu rolled to his left at the last possible moment, avoiding the downward thrust of the Knight's blade. Swinging his staff backwards once he was back on his feet he smacked it into the horses' back legs, causing them to buckle and lower the horse's hindquarters to the ground. The Knight slid off and rolled in the mud as his horse ran away, more frightened than hurt.

The Knight rose to his feet and turned towards the monk who was now spinning his staff in a figure eight formation. The Knight couldn't fathom how a blinded man could move so quickly. Pushing all thoughts to the back of his mind the Knight charged forward, his armor creating loud noises that easily gave away his position.

Yshomatsu dodged swing after swing of the Knight's sword until finally one came too close. The very tip cut into the side of Yshomatsu's forehead, slashing the blindfold on its way. Yshomatsu stumbled back from the blow, eyes blinking fast trying to adjust to the slight but noticeable light difference. His body reacted which caused his eyes to glow bright green as he returned to a defensive stance.

The Knight was blinded by the man's bright eyes, throwing off his next attack. Yshomatsu used this time to strike a blow to the Knight's upper chest, followed by a low cut behind his knees, sending the Knight down into the mud, coughing for air. The many years of combining Martial arts with magic had molded the Monk's body into the perfect weapon; able to perform acts like second nature that others could only dream of. 

By the time the Knight recovered the strange man was long gone. In the distance his men began to wake up. Each would suffer a headache for the rest of the night. The Knight couldn't get the seared image of the man's bright eyes out of his mind. He headed in the direction the man was heading, determined to confront him again. The Knight sent one of his footmen to retrieve reinforcements and meet him at the nearby town.

When daylight came Yshomatsu stopped at a local village inn. Needing shelter, he also hoped to avoid being found again by the Knight by staying in a room and keeping to himself. He could only assume the Knight would be out searching for him after losing so quickly last night. He paid for a room in the back of the inn. The innkeeper had looked at his dirty robes but didn't say anything. Upon entering the room he gazed around, it was small. It would do fine he thought, keep a low profile and slip away when the sun sets.

He sat down on the room's small bed and addressed his wound. Luckily, it wasn't deep. While resting he would focus his body to quicken the cut's healing, it would take a lot of concentration. He relaxed back on the bed; his staff leaned against the wall nearby. Controlling his breathing he focused his mind on the injury. He could feel his body as it began to obey his will; the area around his wound throbbed and slowly closed. 

Bang... bang. He jolted up to his feet, someone was at the door. Could it be the Knight he wondered to himself. He reached for his staff, but the close quarters of the inn's room would make the staff useless he thought before he threw it on the bed. He would have to rely on hand to hand combat in this fight. The wound stung, bringing back the memory of the sharp blade in a flash, he wasn't given enough time to heal it. The person knocked again.

Yshomatsu leaned up against the wall while he reached for the door's handle, opened it slightly and peered out.

"Sorry to disturb you sir but the innkeeper said you might be hungry," said a pleasant looking maid in her early twenties. It wasn't the Knight after all. Yshomatsu lowered his guard and opened the door a little more.

"The thought hadn't crossed my mind but I must respectfully decline miss, I have my own food," he replied. The girl looked disappointed while looking at his robes.

"Your clothes are covered in mud, would you like me to have them cleaned for you, mister?"

"I just wish to be left alone," he gave a slight bow as he closed the door. The girl suddenly pushed forward, stopping the door from latching. Shocked by her reaction he wasn't sure what do to.

"A Knight was here looking for a man that fits your description!" She called out.

"What," surprised by what she said he let the door swing open, followed closely by the girl falling in. He took a step out, looking down the hall to see if anyone was watching. No one was, he returned to the room and closed the door while helping the maid to her feet. "What did he say?"

"He described a man just like you and said he... err you, beat up the Knight and all his men with a stick," she looked around the room as she spoke before glancing at the bed. "Is that the stick?" she asked as she reached down to pick it up.

"Don't touch that, please," he asked her, "did he say anything else?"

"Just that he was putting a reward out for your head, the innkeeper doesn't like trouble so he won't turn you in until after you leave but I had to see for myself." He opened his mouth to say something but was cut off, "Ouch, did the Knight do that mister?" She reached up to touch his forehead, which caused Yshomatsu to wince in pain.

"Hey," he swatted her hand away, "yes he did, now can you please leave. I appreciate you warning me, now I need time to think."

"Well at least give me your muddy clothing to clean, everyone will recognize you since you'll stand out wearing those filthy clothes."

Realizing she was right he reluctantly gave in, "fine, you have a point." He untied the cloth around his waist and removed his outer robes. Leaving him in his inner robes, which consisted of a sleeved shirt and pants made from scraps of old clothing. He folded his robes and handed them to the charming girl, "Please leave me to my thoughts now."

She took a moment to reply, distracted by his plain clothing, she looked over his body. Slightly disappointed for the robes didn't reveal any of the body she had hoped to see. "Ah, um I mean yes. I'll have these back right away! My name's Bree by the way," she replied with a flustered tone before she left the room with his muddy robes in hand. He didn't have time to reply or even knew what he'd say if he did.

Yshomatsu returned to the bed, determined to finish healing his wound. If the Knight was describing him to the small town, it would be easy to deny being that person if the wound from the Knight's description was missing. His body ached from the long night and lack of rest. As the wound healed, Yshomatsu fell into a deep sleep due to the exhausting night. Memories of his dream reentered his unconscious mind.

His mind replayed images of the Succubus' blood red skin and raven hair flowing past her shoulders. She was stunningly exotic despite her leathery wings, long scorpion shaped tail and small horns just above her temples. His sleeping body reacted to the unearthly images, his manhood stirred to life in his robes. Somewhere in the deep corners of his mind a voice called out for him to wake up, but it went ignored and quickly forgotten.

Unbeknownst to Yshomatsu the finely chiseled maid worked on her way back to his room with his clean outer robes. In his replayed dream he had just walked slowly into the center of the cavern. Standing in front of the Succubus, he stared into her empty orbs. His moans echoed loudly in the small inn's room, reaching the ears of the maid as she approached his door. Intrigued she leaned into the door, what's going on she thought.

The young maid named Bree heard another moan; shaking with a cat's curiosity she slowly turned the knob. She held her breath as she silently pushed the door open a crack and peered in, almost relseasing a joy filled cry from what she saw. The monk was asleep on the bed obviously having a wet dream oblivious of her presence. Her cheeks reddened as her mind filled with dirty thoughts. The tent in his pants awakened her courage, taking a step inside the room and shutting the door behind her. She threw the man's robes on the floor before creeping over to the bed. Her heart pounded in her chest. 

She raised a knee onto the bed before freezing in place, the man had stirred. In his exotic dream the Succubus had just placed her arms around his neck, causing his body to shiver and a small gasp of breath escaped his mouth. She realized he was still in a deep slumber; the maid scratched her brunette covered head; pushing the hair out of her face and behind her ears. Renewed vigor flowed through her veins before she continued to slowly climb onto the bed at his feet.

Seconds later, yet it felt like an eternity to her, she sat down on her bent legs between his. Her heart raced a hundred beats per minute thumping loudly in her ears. For the moment she was content just watching him squirm. Suddenly the tent in his pants twitched as he called out, "Yes!" Biting her lip she was transfixed unable to remove her eyes from his tent. The young brunette moved a shaking hand towards the subject of her new found fantasies. 

Bree lightly touched the tip with her delicate hand before pulling back quickly. In his dream the Succubus was behind him, removing his robes while her tail played between his legs. He couldn't tell the difference between his dream and reality as the maid tugged his pants down his legs. She yelped with a pleasure filled cry as his manhood sprang free, she quickly covered her mouth hoping he wouldn't wake. Relieved moments later when he didn't even move, too distracted by whatever dream he was experiencing.

Hypnotized by his hard twitching member standing proud, she couldn't move. She didn't know if she should continue or if she already had gone too far. Bree was unaware that somewhere in his mind he was trying to resist the creature tormenting his thoughts. His body continued to squirm and moan, breaking her out of her paralyzed state. She took a deep breath; she had come this far; she couldn't back out now she thought to herself.

She scooted closer to him, placing her knees down on his pants. In the back of her mind she thought it would prevent him from a quick getaway if he woke up. She leaned forward, reached out with both hands, lightly placing them around his throbbing manhood. The Succubus' hands felt so good Yshomatsu thought within his replayed dream.

Yshomatsu couldn't remove his gaze from the Succubus' sexy triumphant smile. Her arms were still around his neck yet he felt good... really good. His excitement grew with two petite hands rising and falling upon his manhood. Wait... her hands? He tried to clear his thoughts, to figure out what was going on.

The Succubus moved her hands to each side of his face, and pulled him into a lustful kiss. At the same moment a warm, a wet mouth encased his manhood, he moaned into the Succubus' lips. The same moan escaped his lips, caused by Bree taking her fantasy to its next step. She quietly moaned into him as she bobbed her head, her hands held tightly at his base.

For a moment Bree forgot the man below her was sleeping, she had gotten into the blowjob. She bobbed her head faster upon his tip, swirling her tongue along the most sensitive underside of it. The beautiful maid tugged on his manhood with both hands; bring them up with her head and tightly thrusting down as she took his manhood deep into her mouth. 

Yshomatsu tried to break free of the Succubus' grasp within his dream only to cry out in ecstasy. The Succubus pouted as he began to wake up. His eyes fluttered open to a foggy world. The room reminded him of the dream he had just left. His eyes slowly adjusted, his body felt amazing. Something tickled his skin; reluctantly he raised his heavy head.

His eyes opened wide, shocked by the sight of Bree's hair dancing lightly across his pelvis, "Wa... what... s-stop!" The Monk attempted to get away but couldn't move his legs; she was sitting on his pants which were pulled down to his knees. He threw his head back upon the bed's pillow, hips thrust up involuntary, "So-good." 

"Mmm... good morning sunshine," she licked her upper lip seductively. She squeezed his manhood before she returned to her blowjob. She put more enthusiasm into her actions, as she moaned loudly into him. "You... like it... ah... admit it," she moaned between sucking. 

"It's forbidden! I'm a Monk... for the love of all that is holy!" He bit into his hand, attempting to block out the pleasure he felt. It didn't help; he let out a deep lust filled moan. If he couldn't resist a little maid, how could he ever expect to resist the Succubus he thought.

Bree came up for air, delighted by what he said. "That's so hot... is this your first blowjob?" Her eyes were glazed over; she couldn't believe she was giving this handsome man his first blowjob. Yshomatsu didn't know how to respond, his body however did. The pleasure brought by her speedy hands caused him to moan and roll his eyes, his knuckles turned white, grasping the bed sheets tightly. Bree squealed with delight, as she lowered her head back to the task at hand with a wide smile upon her face.




Yshomatsu and the Succubus Ch. 02



He thought of ways to fight her off, shoving her off the bed or maybe pinching a nerve at the base of her neck. Ideas he would gladly use against the Succubus but he didn't want to hurt this girl. Maybe it would be best to reason with her he thought. "Please... stop."

She pouted as she kissed his tip, licking up the pre-cum that leaked out. "But... mister you're so worked up." She looked up into his eyes, a crooked smile filled with mischief, her hands never stopped. "You won't be able to think clearly for a week if I stop now."

Between moans his mind took in what she said, part of him screamed 'it's a trap!' the other part basked in the pleasure she caused. The chance of thinking clearly was long gone as the former part of his mind lost the battle. Replaced by thoughts of defeating the Succubus by allowing the beautiful maid to relieve his many years of pent up tension.

As he hesitated, Bree giggled, "You need it, don't you," she asked in a throaty whisper. Twisting her hands on every up stroke, "Tell me... you need it!" she demanded.

He moaned, "No..."

"You're past the point of return, come on baby, say it... tell me you need it!" 

He could feel the tingling as his scrotum tightened. Somehow part of his mind still clung to the idea of resisting. That was until she sped up her hands. Smiling knowingly, Bree never broke eye contact as she broke down his will. She dropped one hand down to his base holding him tight; ignoring the sore feeling rising from her arm as she sped her stroking hand faster. "Cum for me baby," she moaned, a barely audible whisper.

He couldn't hold on, she licked her lips, the fiery heat of her arousal increased in anticipation of passing his breaking point. "Yes... it's too good, I need it... make me cum!" he screamed.

"That's it baby, you won't regret it!" Quickly she pounced on his manhood, sucking on his tip as her hands became a blur. He threw his head back deeper into the pillow, his hips arched up as he exploded into her mouth. Pleasure he couldn't have dreamed of spread throughout his body. Bree squeezed in time with his orgasm. She swallowed every drop she could. What little she couldn't, seeped out the corners of her mouth.

She let go of him and leaned down, resting her head on his still clothed chest. She listened to his fast heart beat as it slowly calmed down. He couldn't move, caught up in the afterglow of his first climax in... he couldn't remember how long. A sleeping beast within him had awoken; too late he realized he had taken his first step into failure against the Succubus.

"You may have just damned me, for my quest is to fight a being no sexually active mortal can resist, the Succubus," he blabbed out, instantly he regretted saying it.

"But that's just a myth, to keep sexy men like you from us women," she replied, as she looked up into his eyes.

"For everyone's sake, I hope you're right." He placed an arm around her as he fell back to sleep. Any doubt she had left her mind as he drifted off. She smiled and squeezed into him as her hair fell down upon her face.





The sunset had begun off in the distance as Yshomatsu's eyes stirred. Groaning he stretched out his arms. He rose to his feet, careful not to disturb Bree, placing her head gently upon the pillow. After grabbing something to eat from a small pouch he carried, he picked up his outer robes that had been thrown on the floor and put them on.

He tied his plain cloth belt around his waist, attaching the pouch to it. Walking over to the bed he placed his hand upon the sleeping beauty's cheek in a gesture to say good bye. He grabbed his staff. The sun had finished setting as he sneaked out the room's tiny window to continue his journey. He snuck out of town unnoticed... or so he thought.

A scout sent to the town's highest tower by the Knight watched his every move. Making hand signals in the failing light, the Knight responded almost instantly. The armor clad man rounded up his men and marched east on foot after the Monk. 

The soldiers marched in a tight formation in rows of four. They were attempting to keep up with their leader. He was determined to catch up to the lone man that bested him and a squad of his men. This time however I have a whole platoon with me, he thought.

They had marched close to two hours before coming to a mountain pass leading into the mountain range. There was no other place the lone man could have gone; the Knight had sent scouts in every direction. They had all returned reporting dead ends. All save one, that scout had returned from this pass. 

The Knight turned around to face his men, "Leave a squad behind, everyone else follow me."

"Yes sir!" saluted one of the soldiers. Eight men stepped to the side. The rest of the platoon marched on, into the depths of the mountain. 

They marched for what seemed like an eternity, the mountain proved to be a worthy adversary. The path turned for the worse with every step they took. Strong gusts of wind, getting stronger the higher they hiked. Aside from the strong winds, the atmosphere temperature dropped more than twenty degrees. Storm clouds formed overhead, not a good sign they thought.

Before long they were hounded by snow being blown in their faces. The dirt path had become too dangerous to travel in their usual formation. The platoon was forced to go single file. The rest of his men fell behind as the Knight pushed forward, arm raised to block the snow's assault. 

Startled by a sudden scream behind him, he turned to see... a flash flood spit built up snow, ice and mud down upon his men. The path was washed away, along with some of the soldiers. The rest fell back, pulling those they could to safety. The Knight was forced to stand there and watch some of his men fall to their deaths from the other side of the flash flood.

The closest man called out to his commander, "The path is gone. We'll have to cut down some trees and make a bridge but it'll take some time before we can follow you sir." He nodded in agreement as he sighed, shoulders dropped. He had hoped to bring triple the men with him to bring that man to his knees. Now he would be alone, on a mountain that threatened to kill him before he even reached the man.

Taking a deep breath the Knight gripped his blade's hilt tight. He looked ahead and pushed on, if he could distract the man, maybe his men would catch up in time. The snow continued to slam into his body, bringing him to his knees. Determination set in as the Knight crawled onward into a small cave entrance.

He coughed, gasping with the change in air density from the raging storm to the open cavern. He hadn't realized how cold he had gotten; his steel and mail chain armor had frozen from the storm. Shaking his hands over his biceps to worm up his body, he would wait... wait until he warmed up before exploring the cave in search of his target.



Yshomatsu had reached the cavern system long before the storm outside had hit. He took some time to examine the old cave as he did in his dream a few nights before. Worry and concern flooded his mind, doubt with himself and the mission. The fire burned bright, bringing warmth into the area. Cross-legged upon the ground close to the fire he meditated, attempting to return to his calm center. A state of mind he would need to block out his foes foe's charms.

He struggled to disconnect his mind from his body. He was unable to remove the young Bree and her actions from his mind. With her brunette hair shinning around her beautiful face. The Monk feared that the young girl had awakened forbidden desires within him. Desires a Succubus would be dying to use against him.

His body rocked back and forth as he concentrated. Once his body was separated from his mind he thought of the Dream World. Slowly his mind departed into that world. His heart rate lowered beyond that of normal resting heart rates. His body relaxed into a deep sleep state, core body temperature decreased. To anyone in the waking world Yshomatsu would be pronounced dead.

When his eyes opened next the Monk let out a sigh. The Dream World was exactly how he feared it would have been. Thick green fog filled the cave, making it hard to see all of the think thick vines that covered every inch of the cavern walls. He gripped his staff between his fingers as he rose to his feet. He noticed the foul taste from his nightmare wasn't present.

Good, he thought, his preparations to disconnect mind from body had worked. Perhaps things were going to work out better for him after all. He made his way to the exit, blocked by a wall of vines. He peered through a small opening in the thick jungle growth. 

He expected to see a decaying hound walking through a jungle into another cave. Instead he saw the same mountain range he just hiked through, lit up by a bright full moon. The fog ended a few feet from the cave entrance. He pushed hard against the unnatural barrier to no avail. It seemed the game had changed. He turned back to explore the cavern system further. With each step he took the fog seemed to begin to vanish until there was no sign of it.

In truth, he felt as if everything had been a trap after all. The air felt charged, agitated. His dream may not have been a warning but instead the first sign of corruption. He strode down a passage way, he would not let his new feelings cloud his mind.

Before long he started to hear breathing in the distance. Multiple people breathing, it could be the monks. Rather than rushing to them, Yshomatsu slowed down. Springing the trap was the last thing he wanted to do.

He calmed his breathing by taking a deep breath before inching to the corner. The missing Monks were sitting along another cavern wall, their hands were free yet they all stared off within the cavern. They looked like they were hypnotized by whatever they were looking at. Yshomatsu could only guess as to what they were staring at... the Succubus.

He backed up and leaned against the wall. This time will be different. This time he won't hesitate and fall under her spell. He raised his staff in front of himself. Took another deep breath and charged into the room; somersaulting in front of the sitting Monks preparing to strike at... nothing. The Monks were staring into an empty room. Puzzled, Yshomatsu turned back to them. Their eyes were glazed over, the same as in his dream. His heart sank, everything pointed to his worst fears. Yet there was no sign of her.

He crouched down and checked their pulses; besides an elevated heart rate all of the Monks were fine. Unbeknownst to Yshomatsu the subject of his fears was watching off in the distance, smiling at her prey. Only someone powerful could bring her desire to walk in the waking world come true. 

Many years ago she had come to notice the Monks coming into her realm. As she watched them, her desire to conquer a new dimension grew. However none of them proved powerful enough to grant her wishes. Until one of her victims had mentioned an ancient Monk, that had exiled himself to his research.

Over the next hundred years the Succubus had kept a low profile. She explored the countless sleeping minds wandering the lower levels of her realm. A week ago, she had found the focus of all her thoughts. Her victim hadn't lied to her, he was powerful indeed. After searching for one hundred years the man was still young, in body at least. His soul radiated with pure white heat, such power sent chills down her spine.

She had planned the disappearance of a few monks and placed Yshomatsu's name on the minds of their leaders. All before she slipped into the man's dreams, creating a scene he would never forget. The night before his commanders had called on him to investigate. 

Now it was all coming to fruition. The Succubus was eager to see how her powerful prey handled seeing her in the flesh. She stepped into the open cavern and walked silently up to the Monks. Those already under her spell looked up into her eyes, their heart beats raced. Yshomatsu didn't seem to notice since they didn't move or make any sounds.

She leaned down to whisper in his ear, "Miss me?" followed by a quick slap to his buttocks. 

Startled by hearing her voice he almost lost his balance. He twirled his staff over head and thrust it back into thin air... she was already gone. The room filled up with a thick ambrosial smelling pink fog. Yshomatsu covered his mouth and nose with one hand as he swung his staff around with the other. In an attempt to disperse the fog, by tossing up the vapors.

It must not have been working because he could make out quiet laughter from somewhere in the room.

"I'm impressed, I thought you would beg to feel the pleasure I gave you in your dream."

"Show yourself and fight me," he shouted through the hand covering his mouth.

"Why fight when you can fuck me?"

Enough of the new fog had gotten into his system; his body was slowly reattaching itself to his mind. I have to concentrate he thought, as he closed his eyes, willing his mind to resist the fog's effects. The Succubus took it as a sign of his surrender and came out of hiding. 

She walked up in front of him, her hips swaying with each step. His eyes slowly opened, taking in her beautiful red skin, long flowing raven hair. Her yellow eyes slit like a cat's stared seductively into his. His focus moved down to her luscious lips as she licked them. Her smile showed off her sharp fangs.

With her next step her breasts jiggled subtly, just enough to catch his attention. He brought his eyes down her slender neck. His mouth dropped when his gaze fixed upon her ample breasts that begged for attention. Her breasts appeared slightly too large for her angelic body. Only she wasn't any angel, a proven fact by the leathery wings similar to those of a bat's stretched out behind her. 

Lower still spawned at the base of her spine, a thin tail writhed like a serpent between her legs. The tail was tipped with a scorpion shaped razor sharp point, encased within a thin layer of skin. This layer of skin allowed her to use her venom at will.

She approached him just like in his dream, when he was transfixed by her appearance with the aid of the corrupting fog. She continued to slowly gain ground, thinking he was once again under her spell. Her thoughts confirmed when he smiled; bringing his eyes back up to hers.

Closer yet, she was only a few steps from him.

"You want me after al—"

Cut off by Yshomatsu as he quickly head butt her. He slammed his staff into her gut, rolling to the side to undercut her legs. The sudden blows caught her by surprise as she fell back onto her wings. Before he had opened his eyes to take in her appearance he had successfully reversed the fog's effect. 

"Wrong," he replied in a monotone voice.

Her eyes filled with pure black energy, replacing her cat like slits; filled with new found anger at his defiance. She raised her feet, and kicked Yshomatsu back into the other Monks. The impact slammed them all into the wall. Having lost grip of his staff in mid air, it rolled off to the side, far out of reach. She flapped her wings, rising off the ground before chanting in her demonic tongue. 

Vines began to spawn from the ground and cavern wall around the Monks, reaching out with minds of their own. The three with glazed eyes were over taken easily without any resistance. Yshomatsu acted quickly, he jumped back to his feat and tore them out of the ground. He began to throw them rapidly at the Succubus' wings. She dodged the first dozen or so without hesitation, but she had underestimated her prey. A few got past her guard, slicing through her wings, two on the right, three on the left.

She screamed in horror as she fell to the ground of the cave. The vines stopped growing but remained wrapped around the other Monks. Yshomatsu charged forward closing the distance between him and the Succubus. As she rose to her feet, wincing in pain.

The two of them entered a close quarter combat dance. Yshomatsu's face remained calm even as he pressed the attack, striking faster with each move. She let a smile slip as she parried each of his attacks, gradually extending her claws. With her wings folded tightly behind her, they slowly healed the wounds. Their dance went on for a few minutes; she had always enjoyed toying with her prey. She wanted to tire him out before she took her time and savored breaking down his will.

"My turn," she squealed.

She picked up speed, spinning around to whip him with her tail between strikes. Yshomatsu dodged as best he could, but she was getting too close. Her claws tore into his robes, barely missing his skin. 

In his effort to keep her claws away an opening presented itself to her. She thrust her tail into his pants and toyed with manhood. Her mouth hung open, cheeks turned a darker shade of red, flushed with excitement. Instantly his hands rushed after her tail, in an attempt to pull it out.

His reaction went exactly as she thought it would. She giggled that girlish giggle when she got her way. The Succubus grabbed Yshomatsu by the neck and pulled him into a kiss. His hands were too busy in his pants to fight her off. She moaned as she forced her tongue into his mouth to tickle his.

In an instant his mind became aware of everything. His manhood began to grow as his hands relaxed into her tail. Before he realized it he was returning her kiss with forceful need of his own. His mind struggled to regain control.

Pleased with herself, she allowed her tongue to leave his mouth. Reluctant to let hers go, his tongue followed before she closed her mouth around it and sucked. She was rewarded with a deep groan that rose from deep within his chest. The simple pleasure of having his tongue pulled and sucked sent his mind soaring.

Moments later she ended their kiss by taking a step backwards. Wanting to force him to come to her, she massaged her breasts with her free hand. Her breasts captured his gaze.

"Come... taste my sinful flesh," her voice, husky with lust. Her tail squeezed rhythmically to reward his actions with more pleasure as he took a step forward. He bent down with the aid of her hand still around his neck. With his lips latched around her areola he began to lick and suck eagerly. She massaged the back of his neck with her hand as she squeezed her breast with the other. 

"That's it, drink."

Demonic milk spilled forth into his mouth, the moment it touched his tongue sparks exploded in his brain.

"Drink and become my slave."

The explosion in his mind had the opposite reaction and flooded him with clarity. This clearness of thought caused him to cough, releasing the Demonic milk flow from her breast. He tightened his grip on the Succubus' tail and yanked it painfully from his pants.

She hissed her disappointment and kicked him to the ground where he continued to cough up the excess milk. He rolled over onto something hard, taking a moment to clear his vision he realized he had rolled onto his staff.

Yshomatsu rolled back over onto his back and performed a kick up maneuver to quickly get onto his feet. Milliseconds later he kicked his staff up into his hands as he returned to a defensive stance. His claw torn robes ripped further with his quick motions and fell free from his body. Many fell to the ground but those still attached hung loosely over his belt.

"Couldn't resist showing me some chest hair," the Succubus asked while laughing maniacally. Her sarcastic tone displayed her anger with him. Only to be replaced by a sparkle in her eyes upon seeing his raging hard on tenting in his pants.

Focus... focus damn it, he thought, as he struggled to control his breathing.

"I'll make a deal with you handsome."

"What," he asked, thrown off by her sudden change of attitude. 

"I said I'll make a deal with you, I don't want to fight anymore." She stretched out her arms, and let out a little feline squeak before striking a sexy pose, "I want to kiss you, one last time."




Yshomatsu and the Succubus Ch. 02



"One kiss and you'll let us all go, just like that," he asked. His mind screamed trap, but the demonic milk's effect was seeping into his head. The brief moment of clarity slowly faded away. 

"If that's what you want when I'm done," she replied, seductively licking her lips. She swayed her hips, moving her hands over her body as if she was dancing to music.

"It is... It's... It's why I came here," he stuttered as he watched her move.

"Really, is that why you came here," she asked, as she looked down to the twitching mind between his legs knowing it controlled his current thoughts. Her smile never faded.

He lowered his staff, "Yes."

She leaped forward and slammed him into the wall. Once again his staff rolled out of reach, only this time he didn't notice. "You can't stop me until I'm done, that's the deal."

Even in his clouded state, Yshomatsu knew he couldn't agree to her terms. "No... this isn't right, I can't do this," her perfume hooked into his senses. It brought back the memories that have been haunting him for days. She sensed this and began to rub her body against his, reaching around to grab his hips with both hands.

"Oh, but you can."

Her grinding hips felt so good, he almost lost himself. Then it struck him. All this time he had completely forgotten about turning into the Dragon. He focused his mind, attempting to block out her rotating hips. This would be the moment, his one chance to turn the tide to his favor. He only needed to concentrate.

"Hmm, so much power, and soon it will be mine." A shiver went up her spine as she spoke.

He focused all his will into the spell. He ignored the Succubus as she sliced through his belt with her tail. She gripped his remaining clothing in her hands as she threw them off to the side. Almost there... he thought.

"Got it," he screamed out loud, as he opened his eyes with a flash of red light. A grin formed on his face as he ignored her tail once again as it gently massaged his balls.

The Succubus didn't even flinch, as if she knew it was coming. Yshomatsu focused all his might into the change. She locked eyes with him, licking her lips, turned on by the sight before her.

Nothing was happening. This can't be, it had worked before. He was distracted by his thoughts only to be caught unaware as she leaned in.

"How bout that kiss lover," tricking the Monk into focusing all his power was the only way to ensure her freedom. It was her after all, who gave him his dream. The false hope that his years in isolation would pay off. Her nether region flooded with arousal and anticipation.

"What...no..." cut off by her lips pressing into his. Her hands rose up his back. Her claws lightly scratched along the way, coming to the back of his head, pulling him into her kiss. His body overdosed on her lust. He stared into her eyes, captivated by her.

"Mmm," she moaned as she sucked on his lower lip. Her fangs sank into his lip. She let loose a few drops of her venom, just enough to keep him from fighting back. She continued to suck his lip, savoring the taste of blood mixed with her addictive sedative.

"Ahhh," was all he could muster before she began to kiss her way down his jaw line to his neck. Before the poison set in he tried with all his remaining willpower to push the Succubus off. He pushed into the luscious orbs of her breasts. He could have sworn his hands had been lower on her body. The feeling of her flesh giving way to his hands caused his manhood to twitch with need. 

"Stop me... and... your friends... over there die." She moaned between kisses, her lips never leaving his skin. She slowly descended down his chest, leaving a wet trail. His hands extended down with her body, reluctant to let go. Her tail slithered away with her descent.

"This isn't happening, it's so..." The poison settled into his blood stream, denying him everything beyond the thought of stopping her. His stomach and abs twitched as she tickled his skin. She lowered to her knees, her mouth sealed around his bellybutton, tongue licking within. His hands dropped to his sides. His whole body desperately wanted her to go just a little lower. 

In the next second; she descended into his pubic hair; chills ran through his skin in a rush to alert his brain. Her hands had lowered to cup his firm ass. Her chin lowered, pressing his thick rod level to the ground. For the first time since her descent she broke eye contact, as she arched her head down to kiss the base.

His body trembled against his will, delighted in her actions. Deep down his will began to join with his body's desire for her to continue. Flashes of Bree waking him up entered his thoughts. His need for release drove his thoughts to wonder how the Succubus would feel, compared to Bree. 

The last stretch from base to tip seemed to last an eternity to Yshomatsu. His manhood throbbed each time her tongue made contact between each kiss. The moment finally came when she wrapped her moist tongue around the base of his mushroom head. A loud moan of pent up desire escaped his lips.

Her clawed hands suddenly dug into his ass, roughly forcing him to thrust forward. The momentum mixed with pain and pleasure shoved his manhood down the Succubus' throat. He rose onto his tippy toes, arching his back. In response she began to hum, which caused her throat muscles to vibrate around his tip.

He gasped and his heart skipped a beat. Hands rushed to her head, holding her tightly in place. The Succubus had no need for air as she toned up her humming another notch. Yshomatsu could feel his ball sack tightening already. The pleasure was far greater than he ever expected. His focus shot to the sight of her ass behind her folded wings. Her tail whipped back and forth as she waved her ass around.

Thoughts of the leather bound book from his study formed in his head. That detailed how the soul is sucked from the body. 

In his distraction he never noticed the Succubus sink her fangs into the base of his manhood. She unleashed more venom into his system. He was quickly coming upon his climax. 

Somehow he knew he had to hold on. Then suddenly she let go of his ass. Unexpectedly releasing her hold on him as she leaned back to sit on her heals. His manhood bounced up and slapped his lower body with a loud smack.

Shocked and disappointed a knot formed in his throat. She looked up into his eyes, running a finger along her upper lip. Her tongue licked in the opposite direction as a smile formed.

"Mmm," she snapped the fingers of her other hand and her captive Monks vanished. "Do you... want more?"

Now was his chance, all he had to do was muster all of his will and say no. He staggered, chest heaving. He opened his mouth but stopped himself before he shouted out his body's need.

"No," he finally managed to say, closely followed by a quiet moan. Weird why did I moan, he wondered.

The Succubus let out amused laughter, "Your body doesn't agree with you lover."

Another moan escaped his throat, this time louder. It was joined by a pleasant feeling spreading from below. Reluctantly he looked down. His eyes went wide at the sight. Even though his mind was screaming no, his hands worked with a mind of their own. They desperately squeezed his manhood between thrusts.

"You can't resist me, can you," she squealed.

This can't be happening, he thought, but it felt so good. Just then, he spotted two little puncher wounds at the base of his manhood. That bitch! I'll shoot it in her eye and make her regret it, he thought. The poison filled pleasure took over his rational thinking.

"Yes that's it, give in and give me what I want."

Anger fueled him. The poison spread throughout his whole body. The need for release had never been greater. His hands sped up. Eyes stung from the lack of blinking. He couldn't take his eyes off of the gorgeous Succubus impatiently waiting for her reward. He would give it to her alright, and take out an eye in the process.

"Do it!"

The pressure was at its peak once again. His back arched again as he screamed out is in ecstasy. Jet after jet launched itself onto her face. She squealed with delight as he moaned out loud releasing all his breath along with everything within his sack. Before long the Succubus' face was covered in his jizz. He collapsed down onto his knees, utterly spent and exhausted.

"That's a good boy," she said, her voice filled with excitement. Yshomatsu's body slowly disappeared from the Dream World. "See you soon lover." She blew a kiss to him and winked. His eyes never left her body until his vision faded to black.

He opened his eyes, his vision blurry and unfocused. He was back in the waking world. The first thing he noticed when he realized he was awake, was the fact that his lower robes were soaked. He let out a sigh, I soiled myself, he thought. He tried to move his hands, they were shackled. He jolted up to a seated position, now fully awake.

"What's going on," he called out.

"Good morning... Monk," replied a man's voice from the shadows, the voice full of hate. "Quite the dream you had, disgusting I might add." The man took a step into the light of the dying bonfire. 

"You, what are you doing here," he demanded.

"I'm placing you under arrest, for the assault of the majesties' men. You'll be coming back to town with me... to be hanged," said the Knight.

Trouble follows you everywhere doesn't it lover. The thoughts entered his mind as if his own.



Yshomatsu and the Succubus Ch. 03



(I would like to thank Lazyhobo for an excellent editing job and very helpful comments)

*

He opened his eyes, his vision blurry and unfocused. He was back in the waking world. The first thing he noticed when he realized he was awake, was the fact that his lower robes were soaked. He let out a sigh, I dirtied myself, he thought. He tried to move his hands, but they were shackled. He jolted up to a seated position, now fully awake.

"What's going on," he called out.

"Good morning... Monk," replied a man's voice from the shadows, the voice full of hate. "Quite the dream you had, disgusting I might add." The man took a step into the light of the dying bonfire.

"You! What are you doing here," he demanded.

"I'm placing you under arrest, for the assault of his majesties' men. You'll be coming back to town with me... to be hanged," said the Knight.

'Trouble follows you everywhere, doesn't it lover.' The thought entered his mind as if his own.

A puzzled expression filled the Monk's face, "No, this can't be happening." He raised his shackled hands to rub his temples.

"Did you really think you could get away with it?"

Yshomatsu looked up at the Knight for the first time, "Shut up, I wasn't talking to you. Your affairs mean nothing to me Knight."

A flash of rage took over this man clad in armor as he closed his fists. "I want to know how you bested my men blindfolded and how you created that blinding light when I cut it from your face," he demanded.

"You fools made so much noise; I didn't even break a sweat." He looked back down to his robes and sighed with disappointment in his failure.

"Tell me about the light or I will beat you to an inch of your life and cut out those eyes."

"With a face like yours, I wish I was blind, do your worst."

With that the Knight lost his temper, striking his prisoner again and again with his fists. Blood flowed like a river down the Monk's face, yet he couldn't help but laugh. "Did I hit a nerve oh holy Knight," Yshomatsu laughed out.

The sounds of clanking armor could be heard down the cavern tunnel, the Knight's men had caught up. Swords drawn, ready for combat, "We're..." Their leader raised his hand to show he wanted silence.

"Secure the prisoner," he said to his men, before he kicked the Monk square in his chest.

The Monk let out a cough filled with blood as he violently slammed into the ground. A flash of white light filled his vision as his head cracked on a rock. His body knocked unconscious, but his mind's eye began to focus and clear the white light. A figure formed out of the light, Yshomatsu recognized her instantly.

The Succubus lay beside him; she rose up on her elbow into a sexy pose. A smile upon her demonic face as she licked her lips, 'Thinking of me in a time like this, naughty, naughty.' A shiver ran up his spine, bringing him back to reality.

He was being dragged out of the cavern and into the storm. The wounds on his face stung, he focused as much as he could to heal his face, just enough to stop the bleeding. The amount of focus required was difficult to achieve while being dragged.  

Heavy snow and wind assaulted the mountain side with ever growing force. The dirt path was now covered in three feet of snow; creating a near impossible escape route from within the mountains.

In the brief moment while the Knight and his men were contemplating on the best way to proceed, Yshomatsu staggered to his feet. The stunning image of the demoness lingered on his mind as if placed there against his will.

The Knight stepped close to the edge of the cavern observing the storm. He recalled the slight landslide earlier and quickly thought of an idea. "Tie yourselves together; we'll go in two groups. Protect the men around you. Tread light and slow, there's no time to wait out the storm," said the Knight as he placed a make shift noose around the Monk's neck, "Just in case you try anything." He then tied the other end to his waist.

The Monk's bloody and bruised brow lowered into a hateful glare at the Knight. His intentions lost as that familiar voice entered his mind again. 'Wouldn't you rather be tied up by me, as I have my way with you?'

"Get out of my head," Yshomatsu screamed into the night sky.

"Shut up and lead the way prisoner," replied the Knight as he kicked the Monk forward out of the cavern and into the snow covered path. The Monk slipped to his knees, choking himself on the stretched robe around his neck. Once again he had to stagger to his feet, only this time gasping for breath. His hands desperately tried to grip around it to relieve tension. He took one step forward and begun the long and freezing cold journey back to town.

The Knight stepped out second, closely following his prisoner. Fifteen men in total were tied off in the first group. The second stayed behind in the cavern's warmth just a little longer. They weren't eager to journey back into the storm.

The wind howled and screamed at them as they slowly inched their way through the snow. Sight was limited to a few inches in front of their faces. Yshomatsu took each small step with the utmost care. A violent gust of wind slammed into his side, almost knocking his feet out from under him. He reached out quickly to grasp at anything to keep his balance. A handful of tree branches bent over by the thick snow filled his hand, saving him from a face full of freezing cold snow.

The Knight grabbed his shoulders to pick him back up to his feet and pushed him forward. "Keep moving," he said. For what seemed like an eternity they inched further down the mountain. They eventually came to a narrow part in the path. The snow masked the area from any markings or signs of the earlier landslide.

As his feet sunk into this patch of snow Yshomatsu could sense the difference in texture from the frozen dirt path. The Knight's men must have placed some tree logs down, he thought. The logs were coated in a layer of ice underneath the snow. A cruel smirk formed upon his lips as an Idea came to mind.

Once the Monk had stepped back onto frozen dirt he began to count his steps. After a few men passed over the area he made his move. He pretended to trip, grasping at his neck to prevent the robe from tightening. He yanked on the rope on his way down into the snow. The Knight and two more of his men were pulled forward into the snow beside him.

The few standing on the logs slipped on the layer of Ice underneath them. One man's feet slipped out from under him, crashing his face down into the ice. His limp unconscious body rolled off the cliff, hanging between the two men around him. Slowly they followed.

Screams could be heard from behind the Knight which caused him to turn. He quickly wiped the build up of fallen snow from his eye lids just in time to see the horror of his men's deaths. The men linked to him, fell over the cliff. "Grab on to something," he called out. Hoping it wasn't too late. The next closest man over the edge desperately clawed at the ground. Before they knew it, four men were hanging over the cliff, all screaming for their lives.

The mountain began to make cracking sounds, the inevitable sounds of an incoming avalanche. The last man in the long tied together group plummeted over the edge. Falling with such momentum that when he reached the end of the line, he whip lashed forward. The mere force of it pulled four more men forcefully off of the mountain.

Realizing it was too late, the frightened Knight called out for one of his men to cut the robe and save the rest of them. Everyone still on the path was too concerned with holding on for dear life to hear their orders. The others too busy flailing their limbs around as if they could fly to safety.

"Someone CUT the rope before we all die," yelled back the Knight. The whole line was slowly being dragged towards oblivion. In the panic all he could think was how horrible of an idea it was to tie everyone together. He regretted not taking a moment to clearly think. Perhaps it would have been wiser to wait out the storm, if only he had patience.

Next in line's feet hung over the edge as he was pulled out to his mid section. His hands had been dug into the snow, nails scrapping into the frozen ground. Blood trailed as he was dragged even closer.

Finally the second of the hanging men reacted, grasping his sword between his freezing fingers. He pulled it from his sheath and cried out as he selflessly swung, cutting the robe... below him... Seven men screamed in horror as they fell to their deaths.

With the weight lifted from their backs the remaining men pulled the two left hanging back onto the path. The one that hadn't quite fallen off the path sat with his back to the mountain. He brought his shaking hands up to be inspected. His gloves had been torn and his fingers were in bad shape from his desperate attempt.

In all the confusion Yshomatsu had untied his binds, lifted the makeshift noose from his neck and bolted down the path. In the thick layer of snow his efforts were clumsy and slow which made him exhausted quickly. His head throbbed from the Knight's earlier beating.

Once the remaining of his men were safe the Knight looked ahead to see his prize attempting to "run" away.

"To your feet men, our prisoner is getting away," the Knight ordered. A few of the men picked up branches and stones; anything around them. They began to throw everything at the Monk as the Knight tried to close the distance between them.

A stone whizzed past the Monk's ear, as his mind began to giggle at him. Confused Yshomatsu's movements were slowed. 'Nice try lover.' He shook his head in an attempt to force the being from his mind. 'You can't escape now, where's the fun in that?' An image of the Succubus bent over popped into his head. He was distracted for only a moment but a moment was all it took. The Knight jumped forward to tackle the Monk into the snow.

By this time the second group caught up with them. After hearing the distant screams they had stepped up their pace. Upon reaching the narrow log bridge they were greeted by the sight of their fellow soldiers. Many men were missing and the few left were seated in the snow.

The mountain had enough of their echoing screams carried by the harsh wind. Its cracking sounds increased. The mountain side exploded with activity as if the very gods knocked off its peak. Snow picked up speed as it plummeted down creating a massive avalanche.

It all happened so fast no one had any time to prepare. The avalanche crashed down upon everyone and continued on without a care in the world. Those few left in the first group hugged close to the mountain. The second group having still been tied together let out horrifying screams as they became one with the avalanche.

***

Eight armored men sat around a fire looking towards the mountains. They had been left behind to make sure their commanders target didn't sneak out from the path. The outskirts of the mountain storm howled, the horrifying sounds brought along with a cold gust of wind. The fire crackled, threatening to go out with the wind. One of them stabbed the fire with his sword to keep it lit.

Off in the distance they could see a group of frozen men coming their way. The group was covered in snow and ice from head to toe, their armor was stiff and hard to maneuver. To the untrained eye they looked like a pack of beasts. The sight was worthy of legend and myth. It had been hours since they left the warm shelter of the cavern.

"Sir Drake you're alive," called out one of the men seated around the fire. All of them rose to their feet and saluted their commander as he approached dragging the Monk behind him.

"D-D Don't just stand there fools," the Knight stuttered, his whole body shaking from the cold. Drake fell to his knees in a coughing fit, those behind him staggered closer to the fire. Those that had been seated around the fire rushed to the new comers' aid.

"Sir there's so few of you, what happened to everyone else?"

The Knight looked over to the Monk with pure hatred in his eyes. "They didn't make it. Only eight of us survived the storm, two more died on our way here." He sat down close to the fire, rubbing his arms with his hands in an attempt to get warm.

Yshomatsu laughed, he seemed unaffected by the cold. "Rub your chest not your arms, your body will take care of the rest." He told his captor, not realizing that he was helping his enemy. His thoughts were distracted by constant images of the sexy demoness. He secretly hated himself for being so foolish by thinking he could prepare himself to fight a succubus.

He sought to free his fellow Monks and had succeeded. However he couldn't help but think that they were beyond help. Left as sex starved husks. The price Yshomatsu was paying for freeing his comrades may have been too high. For the Succubus now seemed to hold a mental link to his mind. A link the Monk would do everything in his power to remove once and for all.

Sir Drake rose to his feet once he was warmed by the fire. "We have to get moving, the faster we get to a holding cell, the fewer chances he has to attempt another escape," the Knight said as he pulled the Monk to his feet and pushed him forward. Within the Knight's order there was a prophecy of sorts, or perhaps a warning. It detailed a mysterious being of great power appearing in the world, that being would be a foreshadowing to the end of mankind. Sir Drake believed in his heart that this was the being of great power, and he would put an end to it and be a hero to his king... his people.

The sun began to rise off in the distance as they made their way back to town. Drake was all too eager to get this over with. Once the Monk was safely behind bars he would prepare the gallows. The small town was adequate for the job, but Drake had little choice in the matter. The next closest town or city would be far too risky traveling to.

Along the way Drake told the horrifying tale of how the rest of his men had died in the storm, while the Monk had attempted to escape. Even though he didn't make another attempt, Yshomatsu kept his eyes open for any opportunities. He only allowed himself a few distractions from the Succubus, as if he had a choice in the matter. Once he even caught himself thinking of Bree.

The brief thought had caught the Succubus' attention. Although she didn't let the Monk know, she began to plot her entry into the waking world. Bree would come to be a blessing, she was sure. The Succubus stretched out her arms into the fluffy white clouds she laid upon in the dream realm, a shiver ran up her spin at the thought.

***

A week later the Knight walked through the dusty streets back in town. His heavy armor shined brightly in the morning light. All signs of the mountain storm had been washed off, yet it still caused a chill down his spine anytime he thought about it. Sir Drake entered a small building that had been the town's prison, holding cells were in the back of the old abandoned building. He didn't acknowledge the guards he had posted as he approached his prisoners cell. They saluted him as he past regardless.

The prison was in poor condition. Iron bars rusted, slowly falling apart as the years went by without use. All save one, in the back of the prison, where a single cell had been rebuilt. The Knight's men had thrown some dry hay into the cell for their Monk prisoner to sleep on. In the center of that cell sat Yshomatsu, with his legs crossed and his hands resting palms-up on his thighs.

Over the past week Sir Drake's prisoner had remained in that same seated position. Calmly meditating, it annoyed Drake immensely. The Monk's wounds, caused by the Knight and avalanche had completely healed in that small amount of time. As he closed in on the cell Drake kicked the iron bars and coughed to bring all attention onto him, as if the Monk didn't already feel his presence.

"The time to hang is approaching... Monk," he stated with a smirk upon his lips. The response he got was far from what he had wished to receive. Yshomatsu's eyes had remained closed, his face as calm as ever. Drake's patience was at an all time low, he had hoped to get a response. It would give him great pleasure to see remorse or even guilt on the Monk's face before he hung, or ever better a confession to being part of the order's prophecy.

He couldn't understand how the man on the floor before him had such great self-control or power. None of it made any sense to Sir Drake. While blind folded, the man had bested a whole squad of his men including himself on horseback. Yet any wound he had inflicted upon the man had vanished without a trace. Part of him wanted the man to hang and serve as an example; any resistance against the King's men would end in death. The other part of him wanted to study him, to find out if there was any truth to the rumored end of mankind. But without any cooperation from the Monk Sir Drake couldn't learn anything.

Sir Drake had considered feeding the Monk at first but second guessed himself. Why waste the food on someone you were just going to hang, he thought. The little food he had access to would be best used to keep his men happy. Each morning he would wake thinking that today would be the day he would break his prisoner, get answers to all his questions. However each day his wish was not granted, and he became angrier than the day before.

His thoughts were turning to torture, but the last thing he wanted to do was give the man a chance to escape, like he almost escaped on the mountain pass, even if it meant he would never learn the Monk's secrets, the least he could do was put an end to the prophecy. Sir Drake dragged his boots across the filthy floor impatiently as he paced back and forth. He took a few moments to study his prisoner. On the outside he looked completely calm, but there were small, hardly noticeable, signs of his distress. His skin for one was slowly going pale. His body was also showing signs of hunger, even if the Monk wouldn't admit it his body was slowly eating itself.

A few moments passed, Sir Drake cleared his throat, about to speak once again. He opened his mouth but at the last second he decided against it. Perhaps the silent treatment would shake things up for tomorrows visit, he thought. The Knight raised his head up high and turned to leave. An idea sparked within his mind. On his way out of the room he motioned for the posted guards to follow him, and to stand out of sight of their prisoner.

With the guards posted outside Sir Drake moved to the side of the building. There in the dusty alleyway the Knight waited, peering into the room through a crack in the wall. Since the cell was recently rebuilt there was no fear of escape without aid. Perhaps with a little patience the Knight would over hear a starving man blabbering to himself, revealing secrets.

Hours went by, the sun set before anything of note happened. Sir Drake sighed in disbelief. He had waited hours for the Monk to do anything, anything at all. Yet all he did was lay back into the dry hay and drift to sleep. The Knight cursed at himself for letting another day be wasted.

***

Days went by for Yshomatsu as he sat in the small cell meditating, hoping... no wishing that an opportunity would present itself to him. The Knight would come in each day offering food while demanding conversation. Yshomatsu respectfully declined his offers, or did he? Nah he simply ignored the Knight while inwardly laughing. In reaction the Knight had refused food each day. After a week he had started to feel weakness seep into his body, getting worse slowly each day.

Yet he held strong, meditating each day to keep his spirit up. Unbeknownst to his captor, the old building allowed rain to drop from the ceiling. Had it not been for the small amounts of water, he wouldn't have held on for so long.




Yshomatsu and the Succubus Ch. 03



The distant sounds of footsteps echoed in the Monk's ears, something was off. The Knight had already visited and never returned until the next day. With that, Yshomatsu leaned closer and paid close attention, squinting in concentration. And then he noticed it, the approaching steps were quieter, as if much lighter than a grown man in armor.

His thoughts were confirmed when the door opened and a familiar cute face appeared, her shoulder length hair was pulled up into a pony tail on each side of her head. She had a determined look upon her as she swayed her hips with each step, slowly approaching the lone guard on duty.

"Uh... ma'am... you can't be in here," the guard stuttered, placing his arms up with palms out to politely shove her out of the room. Bree slithered out of his grip to his side, before reaching up and violently slamming his head back into the bars. All the while giggling like an innocent girl that wouldn't hurt a fly.

Yshomatsu jumped up from his cross legged position on the floor, shocked beyond belief. The small girl had hidden strength one would not have believed. "What are you doing Bree?" The guard dropped to the ground with a loud thud, he was completely knocked out. Hope began to fill his heart; the chance to escape had presented itself finally.

"Relax lover."

"Lover..." he was confused, they weren't lovers! "Whatever, the keys... grab the keys," he pointed down to the guard.

"But, I just wanted to have a little fun before you hang," she grabbed his robes and pulled him against the bars into a demanding kiss. The Monk's surprised look never faded as he awkwardly tried to get out of her kiss.

"What... has gotten... into... you," he attempted to say, his voice muffled by her lips. Her hands pressed tightly into the back of his head, her fingers were playing with his hair. He didn't know Bree very well from their last encounter, but he knew well enough to realize she wasn't this bold or confident.

In moments, once she realized he wasn't going to return the kiss she let out a frustrated sigh, and released him from her kiss before stating, "What's wrong lover, you've been thinking about her all day."

"Her?" He asked, even more confused than before.

Bree or the image of Bree anyways, pouted as an innocent little girl would, before she turned, leaned slightly forward and slapped her tight ass. She looked back over her shoulder, eyes blazing red with a wide smile showing off her pearl white... Fangs... "What's wrong baby; don't you like what you see?" Her hand rubbed her ass in a circle before slapping it hard once again.

Yshomatsu was awe struck, there was no way this could be real. He must have fallen asleep while meditating, but it felt so real, the twitching bulge in his pants were testament to that. "No, I'm dreaming," He closed his eyes and pinched himself in an attempt to wake himself up.

When he opened his eyes next his vision was blurry and the room was dark. A voice in the back of his mind screamed for him to fully wake up. Yet the voice went unnoticed, his conscious mind didn't comprehend his attempt to wake up and he slipped back to sleep.

The room now filled with the sounds of body parts slapping together, almost like the girls hand slapping herself, but not quite. The slutty moan that followed brought the Monk back to reality, or rather the reality of the dream he was stuck in. Pleasure rose up from his loins, followed by a moan of his own. When he looked down, his eyes couldn't believe what he saw, he was actively moving his hips into the Bree-Succubus hybrid. He stopped his body from moving before its next descent into bliss.

"Aww, why'd you stop thrusting baby, you know you want to," she wickedly moaned back to him. Her pussy lips squeezed the tip of his dick, as if kissing him with a mind of their own. The sensation flooded his mind with pure lust, "Fuck me NOW!" She screamed.

His body reacted instinctively by thrusting hard, his hips slammed against the bars. The pain almost went unnoticed, his senses over whelmed by the warm, wet pleasure that gripped him perfectly as if a glove. She squealed in delight as he filled her, the sudden thrust caused her to arch her back. She raised her arms back to his, before pulling his hands to her ample chest. He couldn't resist as he gripped her flesh, the stirrings of his impending climax began as his balls tensed.

"See, you can't resist me," She laughed, victorious once again over her prey.

"No, I won't give into you again... get out of my head foul demon" he tried to separate himself from her but her neither reign closed into a vice grip at his base, while milking motions flowed up his length. She tightened her grip on his hands, forcing them to continue their caress of her growing breasts. Her body slowly changed from the pretty young, innocent body of Bree, into the luscious demonic figure of a sex goddess. All the while she continued to sinisterly laugh at his feeble attempt to resist.

"There is no escape lover, every time you go to sleep, you'll be fucking me. Give in to your fate, and we can have some real fun." While holding him in place, the Succubus rotated her hips, grinding into his lap. Before long his body went past the point of no return. She giggled before taunting him one last time, "Here it comes, unleash that volcano into my womb!"

He couldn't believe his body was once again giving into this demon. His impending doom was upon him, he rose up on tippy toes, arching his back in anticipation... The moment was...

SPLASH!

Suddenly he awoke with a start, like in those dreams where you are falling and right when you are about to hit the ground, you wake up, reacting/jumping to the impact that never comes.

The entire cell was soaked, including Yshomatsu. Sir Drake stood before the monk with disgust written all over his face, "Time to hang you piece of shit."

***

An hour later Yshomatsu stood on the gallows, once again with a noose around his neck. He was disappointed in himself; the thought of having his orgasm denied would not leave his mind. His body ached for release, the pain in his sack made him question how far the line was between dream and reality. If he lived through this mess, the first thing he's going to do is find a way to send her back to the depths where she belonged.

Meanwhile, the Knight was giving some pointless speech to the surrounding people about respect and serving as an example. Yshomatsu wasn't paying attention, completely lost in his thoughts until he saw her in the crowd. He looked away before snapping his attention back to her, in a double take not believing he saw her at first. Bree stood in the crowd with an odd expression, as if she was waiting for something, something the others around her weren't. Her expression made him wonder if it truly was Bree or once again the Succubus playing a trick on him. He waited for that fanged smile to appear, yet it never did.

The Knight's speech was coming to an end as he took a step to the side, placing his hand on the lever that would send Yshomatsu plummeting to his death. Yet he hesitated, for at that moment the platform shook, ever so slightly; the Monk almost didn't feel it, but he could tell the Knight was distracted by it. All thoughts of his all so mighty speech were momentarily put aside. The feeling intensified slowly, something massive was coming their way. And somehow he got the idea that Bree knew about it.

In the next few seconds Yshomatsu's thoughts were confirmed. The young woman began to make her way through the disorientated crowd, who were all looking amongst themselves with concern. As the vibrations increased so did the panic within the gathered audience, including the pace in which Bree approached. Soon she proceeded with determination, pushing her way through the people in earnest.

What happened next shocked everyone, surprising even the Monk, a stampede of wild horses entered the small town. The stampede was massive; every inch of open ground at the edge of town had a panicked animal coming their way.

The crowd's loud screaming almost overshadowed the sound of hooves as they became part of the chaos, each person fleeing the scene, or rather running into each other in their attempt to flee.

Bree had made her way to the platform and began to raise her small body up onto it, unbeknownst to the Knight, who stared out at the oncoming stampede with disbelief. She pulled a small kitchen knife from her belt and sawed at the Monk's bound hands. With his hands freed he loosed the noose and hugged Bree with new found affection.

She reveled in his hug for a moment before bringing her lips up to his ear in a whisper, "Jump onto a horse as they pass, we'll escape before they come to their senses." Yshomatsu nodded his agreement, not yet able to speak as he was still in shock of how far this woman was willing to go to save him.

The stampede entered the courtyard, trampling anyone foolish enough to be in their way. Something had the horses running for their lives, the sound of their hooves thundering through almost drowned out the screams of those in their path.

The Knight ran his hands through his hair, unsure how to help. The town was being destroyed along with its occupants, horses made their escape attempts through buildings, jumping out their windows or doors. A loud crash at the edge of town pulled him out of his shock, a whole building collapsed in onto itself, sending a giant dust cloud into the surrounding area.

Sir Drake turned; knowing the person responsible had to be the man about to be hanged. But he stared at an empty noose tangling in the air, ropes that were tied around wrists lay cut upon the wooden beams at the gallows base. He let out a gasp of disbelief as he looked off into the distance. Sure enough there was the Monk on horseback with an unknown female accomplice riding off into the horizon.

"No! NO!! NOOOO!!!," he screamed out, slamming his foot down in frustration, just as two horses bumped into each other, sending the less fortunate one tumbling into the gallows. The entire platform shook as its support beams snapped, sending the Knight screaming into the ground. Debris trapped the Knight as the stampede fanned out into the destroyed object like moths to the flame.

The entire stampede passed in what seemed like an eternity, yet no more than a minute passed before it was out of sight, along with any sign of the Monk who was about to be hanged. Those left standing rushed to those in need, many lay crippled or worse upon the ground. An hour passed before anyone made attempt to rescue the Knight from the wreckage. The man in his despair made a vow to hunt, torture, and destroy the Monk and his entire order for the trouble he has caused. Vengeance now fueled his heart, with a side of doubt. If this man truly was the one to bring about the end of mankind, then it meant he had failed to end the apocalypse before it started.

***

"Why did you rescue me, you don't even know me," He asked the young girl whose arms were around him.

"We had a moment back in the inn, I couldn't just let you die for those outrageous charges, and I had to do something."

He pondered her words for a moment before proceeding, "And you just happened to have a herd of wild horses at your disposal?"

She laughed before explaining how she had paid someone to create the stampede, but she left out the part of her dream filled nights ever since their meeting. Dreams full of steamy sex filled adventures. He seemed content with her answer as he turned the horse to a new direction.

Yshomatsu and his rescuer Bree dismounted their horse, a slap to the hindquarters sent the horse off to reunite with its kind. After her daring rescue Bree had allowed the Monk to guide their horse, thinking he'd know best on where to go. He had been awful quiet along the way; little did she know his mind was racing in distress. His mind kept repeating itself, as he secretly cursed himself for not taking the warning to heart. 'Though the Succubus is one of the weakest demons known to man, she is also perhaps the most dangerous.'

He had kept the horse circling until the sun had set, wanting to keep his destination hidden, but mostly he wanted to make sure they weren't followed. Now that he was certain they were alone he had allowed the horse to part from their presence. And continued to lead Bree to his home, hidden yet in plain sight, where no one would expect.

They entered a small abandoned hut, and Bree expressed her concern, "Why are we..."

Yshomatsu smiled briefly, "What can I say; I need my privacy, welcome to my home."

"You're kidding right, this is a shit hole."

If he wasn't so troubled he would have laughed, instead he bent down. After a moment of silence Bree showed her impatience by tapping her foot. Only to jump back in surprise as Yshomatsu lifted up a trap door within the floor, and proceeded down a ladder.

Before disappearing out of her sight the Monk suddenly looked up at her and smiled, "Told you I need my privacy," he ended his jest with a quick wink before continuing down. Once at the bottom he waited a moment before helping Bree off of the ladder.

He lighted a torch and mumbled under his breath, a second later a series of torches throughout the compound lit up. With an out stretched arm he gestured around, "Like I said, welcome to my home." They were standing in an extensive hallway; at one end was a training room, with padding covering every surface; at the other end was a library that was filled with many leather bound books. The Monk headed for the training room but stopped short. He turned to the wall and pressed his hands against it, when he found the right pressure points he pushed. The section of wall let out a hiss as dust blew out of its hinges before it moved inward and slid to the side.

"The bed rooms are in here, hidden away in case someone stumbles upon my home while I'm sleeping; I've been down here for longer than I can remember."

"How long exactly," Bree asked between coughs caused by the dust clouds.

"Let's just say, so long that the outside world has changed quite a lot. New kingdoms came to power, like the one that Knight serves, and the old ways fall to distant memory for all but those like me. We devote our selves to keeping ancient evil out of the world, so that mankind can live out their lives without the concerns of such things." As he spoke he couldn't help but think of himself as a failure, he was tasked with keeping evil at bay, not falling to his knees in submission to it.

'Oh but it's so much fun, isn't it lover?" He shook his head in disgust at the sudden intrusion on his thoughts.

Bree misunderstood his sudden reaction and jumped at the opportunity to get close to him, "You need to lie down and rest," She pressed her body against his side and rubbed his back and chest. She smiled when he didn't push her away and slowly lowered the hand caressing his chest. She ground her hips into his leg, her growing heat and wetness could be felt through her clothing.

Yshomatsu hadn't meant to let Bree this close but as soon as she touched him the memory of the Succubus between his legs rushed back to mind. Trapped in the sudden bliss his body was feeling allowed Bree the time she needed to get her hand into his robes, continuing south to his growing erection. All the while the Succubus was moaning within his mind, the sound of her fingers rubbing her clit was overwhelming.

'You just can't wait to be inside me, this resistance is just an act, isn't it... Deep down all you want is to be a slave to the pleasures I offer." Soft hands enclosed around his manhood.

His eyes shot open, the pressure as she gripped him brought him back to reality, "No, stop... I need to eat; my body and mind are too weak to resist her." And with that he stormed off to the library where he had a small kitchen in a back room.

Before he ran off she stumbled forward, caught off guard, "b-but wait, I don't want you to resist me," Before she finished he was already gone, "Gr-r-r," She stomped the ground annoyed. Bree didn't realize that the Monk was having an internal struggle with an ancient evil and all her temptations weren't helping.

Days had gone by slowly; the Monk was struggling with reality. The fine line between Bree's advances and the Succubus playing with his mind was slowly fading. He spent most of his time in the library trying to find ways to get rid of the Succubus. Every time he closed his eyes he saw the demoness, and each time she tempted or forced herself upon him, sometimes even taking the form of Bree which only served to confuse reality even more.

His research kept coming back to summoning and banishing, it all seems too risky but at the same time it didn't look like there were any other options. Later that day he prepared a summoning circle in the training room, with the proper candles the spell called for. The library he had kept had many useful things but he never once thought any of it would be used for demon summoning. The thought caused a sudden chill down his spine but he prepared the candles none the less. For a brief moment he thought getting a good night's sleep before undertaking this task would be wise, and it would have been if not for the Succubus filled dreams.

Bree had been secretly watching him set up the summoning circle from outside the room, intrigued she waiting, wondering what he was going to do.

He had two books set off to the side, one he would use to summon the demon and the other he would use to banish her. He took a deep breath after he finished setting everything up, as he let out the breath he reached down and picked up the first book. Surprisingly the Succubus had been quiet this whole time. He stared down at the page and began the enchantment, before his nerves got the best of him. The ancient book was in a dead language that had been translated into Latin; he spoke the Latin translation out loud. The words rolled off his tongue and before long a purple mist began to form within the summoning circle.

The mist formed into a thick cloud, growing in density every second. The purple mist filled out the magic circle and seemed to test its limits, the result was a dome shaped cloud of mist. At its center, it began to turn a shade of dark purple before turning black. Within the mist it seemed to start taking shape and form the silhouette of a woman. Yshomatsu kept his focus on the book's pages, attempting not to get distracted by the temptress forming before him. But that didn't stop Bree from staring into the mist from behind him; perspiration showed how nervous yet turned on she was.

The Succubus began to solidify, raven colored hair flowed past her shoulders as the majority of mist was absorbed into her body, leaving just enough to keep her form alluring. Her Yellow cat like eyes glowed brightly through the purple mist, along with that pearl white fang filled smile. Those eyes were distracting, even when he was focused on the book in hand, the summoning enchantment was almost complete then he could move on to the banishment. He had only to ignore her presence a little longer and the world would be free of her.

Her demonic features began to form; two small horns grew out of the top of her head, poking through her hair. Two large leather wings stretched out from her shoulder blades before tucking back into their relaxed position. Lastly her slender tail slithered out between her legs with a mind of its own. It curled around her thigh and inched closer to her sex. Moments later she began to moan and slowly rock her hips into her thrusting tail. "I see you're always looking at me," Yshomatsu ignored her or else he would have noticed the demon wasn't talking to him.

"Come on little fox, come closer, I'll be nice to you if you're nice to me." Yshomatsu was completely oblivious to what was going on as he desperately tried to finish the spell. Even if he was paying attention he probably wouldn't have noticed Bree slowly inch forward from her hiding place behind him, eyes glazed over fill with lust and hungry. "I just want to play with you, I'll give you what you want and then you'll give me what I want and then we'll be good," The Succubus purred, losing herself in the seduction act.




Yshomatsu and the Succubus Ch. 03



The Demon temptress focused her attention to him now, she knew if she could interrupt his speech, if only for an instant, his power over the summoning circle would wane just enough for her pheromones to take over, "Take a step forward baby... . Come on just a little taste and if you don't like it, then you can take it out of my mouth. Come on, you know you want to." He was determined to see this through, but her smile never faded. Instead it grew into a wicked triumphant and evil grin, as Bree closed the distance to her fantasy man.

Bree pressed close against his back, hands quickly made their way around his hips into his robes. Up until this point Yshomatsu had been able to keep from growing in the Succubus' presence, that quickly changed when Bree's small soft hands gripped his half mass and began to stroke. "Well you aren't backing off so..." She whispered lustily into his ear before closing her lips on his lobe.

He let out a shocked gasp, "What are you doing?"

"Nothing..." The Succubus said in a husky moan as she unleashed her power upon the room, purple mist slowly filled the room. Bree continued to suck on his ear lobe as they both breathed in powerful pheromones. Yshomatsu grew to full attention instantly, causing Bree to grip and stroke tighter. His robes opened up before the hungry Succubus.

"Huh," Was all he could muster in response.

"I told you I want to play with you."

"You're not supposed to play with me," He struggled to resist and looked pleadingly at the book lying on the ground that held the power to banish her.

"Hmmm yeah I am, come on just one little lick," she stepped to the edge of the summoning circle and tested it with her toe. Quickly she withdrew her foot as if burned by some unseen force. The monk's spell was strong; if he had finished it flawlessly there would be no hope for her.

"Huh?"

"Just one little lick," Bree pressed forward, slowly moving him towards the focus of both their lust. He put up little resistance as the young woman brought him closer to the demoness.

"Ah, see! You want it, come here," She stared into his eyes as she lowered herself onto her knees, only a few more inches and his manhood would enter her prison. She thrust her tail deep into her pussy and moaned, "Come heerree." The moment Bree's stroking hands entered the magic circle the Succubus pounced on the prize within them. Bree's hand vice gripped at his base as her other hand messaged his balls. Yshomatsu couldn't help but let out a loud cry in ecstasy, somewhere in the back of his mind a small voice screamed at him to stop. Yet as with before the voice went unnoticed as the warm mouth of the Succubus coated his thickness in her saliva.

"Doesn't it feel good? " She asked after a long pause sucking his crown. "Yeah, come on shove it down my throat." Bree was more than happy to help him as she thrust her hips forward, forcing his cock deep into her mouth. All the while Bree sucked hungrily at his neck, all of this was too much for her sex starved mind and body.

"You took away my play things, so I'm going to use your dick to get off. Mmhmm, you going to keep me pleased while I'm bound by this magic." She bobbed her head upon his cock a few more times, sucking in on the up strokes, until she felt he was close. Suddenly she backed off, leaning back onto her elbows before crawling into the center of the circle. She began to play with herself; the sound of her rubbing her clit in quick circles filled the room, along with her sexy moans.

"Hmm, are you going to come in here? " She stared into his glazed over eyes, all rational thought had left his mind, the only thing that matters now was his impending explosion, "Come on in here." He took a step forward, right to the circles edge and stopped.

"Listen to the sounds I make, come on! Step inside, you want to play with this wet pussy." Bree fell to the ground, her senses overcome as her body begged for release. She quickly shoved her fingers into her aching hole. Yshomatsu was struggling with himself, some part of him desperately wanted to lunge forward. But somehow he resisted, his legs trembled in mid step. Deep down she knew his intentions were to banish the demon. But her willpower proved weaker than his as she fell into the temptress' spell with just one look from those yellow cat-like orbs.

"Come on. I won't escape, I won't go anywhere," She twirled the fingers of her free hand, in a come-hither way that seemed to snare the Monk. As if a fish caught by a hook and pulled forward, "Yeah, see? This is much better than back in the Dream realm isn't it." Once he stepped fully into the circle his senses were quickly overwhelmed by the full might of her pheromones. The purple mist was also much thicker within the circle and tickled his body in a thousand small kisses.

She leaned forward as he approached her slowly and once again descended her luscious lips upon his raging hard on. Her free hand encircled around him and squeezed his buttocks. She bobbed her head upon him, enticing another low moan to escape his lips. Fueled on by his pleasure she deep throated him for a long moment before pulling back, gasping for breath.

"Oh yeah, you like it when I play with my tight little cunt while I suck your cock don't you." The whole time his legs never stopped shaking, but her deep throat took him over the edge and his knees collapsed. His heavy muscular form crashed back onto the ground, leaving his knees bent and waving before the Succubus, his feet still planted on the ground.

"Hmm, now whose coming to play huh," She giggled as she pulled him towards her by his ankles. The Succubus now sat between his legs; he looked up at her with unsteady eyes. His body was drunk on her pheromones, which were much more potent on the ground. So much so that the mist created a thick fluffy layer underneath him, growing in mas until it lifted him up slightly, creating the feel of lying on a soft cloud.

"You want me to sit on it," She stared at his pole standing straight up at attention, begging to be touched. "Yeah, is that what you want?" He slowly nodded his head in agreement, far too gone to resist.

"Yeah, I knew you'd give in, how could you not," She crawled forward rubbing her body over him, licking his chest and planting light kisses along the way. As his manhood went between her breasts she tucked her elbows in, squeezing them together momentarily before continuing her crawl up his body. "We'll save that for another time lover." Finally she straddled his hips, she ground her own hips into his, rubbing her clit on his cock as she reveled in the feeling.

"You are going to be my play toy, watch as your dick disappears inside me. Can't let that good dick go to waste, I'm going to use it." She raised her hips just enough for his manhood to angle for impact, before she slammed her pelvic bone down, impaling his dick with her smoldering pussy. It felt so good he couldn't help but thrust his hips up into her.

"Yeah, that's it! Fuck me back... Fuck me back!" He was too far gone, the pleasure fueled his body now, and his hips thrust forward again and again. Only to be forced down as she continued to slam herself back down with each thrust he gave her. "Damn it's good, so fucking good." The Succubus screamed as her juices exploded and coated his manhood. It marked her first orgasm in the mortal realm.

Her body slowed as it began to tremble as small aftershocks took over her senses. "Hmm that's good, I want to taste it," The Succubus leaped back from his lap and quickly took his throbbing cock into her month. She moaned, savoring the taste of her orgasm mixed with his pre-cum. "You want more don't you, yeah you want more."

She got up onto her feet and turned around, until her slithering tail was facing him. Slowly she bent down and impaled herself upon him once again, "Does my pussy look good on your dick, this is what you fucking fantasize about isn't it?"

"Huh," was once again all he could manage to say, his mind was not only clouded but high on pleasure, his senses were overloaded.

"Is this what you fantasize? Hmm so good, it's been so long since I've got this pussy fucked, it's been a long fucking time. Yeah I'm going to make up for it today; you should have banished me while you had the chance." She gripped his legs tight as she began to quickly rock her hips back and forth. The feeling was like nothing Yshomatsu had ever felt before. "Oh fuck your dick feels so good, you have no idea, I just want to keep it deep inside of me, balls deep." She rotated her hips faster, her pussy gripped tight in a vice grip, milking his manhood for all it was worth.

"I've been building your tension up for days; you're going to unleash me on your world. Come on you know you need it, there's no resisting me now. "

"There's no hope as I tease you in and out of my pussy," She slowed her motions for an instant, feeling another orgasm building and that was all it took. Yshomatsu started rocking his hips, desperate for this to never end. "Oh fuck yeah that's it, keep giving it to me."

He could feel his balls tightening as that familiar tingling began along his manhood, he was almost there. "That feels so good, oh yeah come inside me... Fuck, yes do it, you want to come in my pussy, is that what you want."

"Fuck yeah I would love to feel you explode inside me, I want to feel you cum deep in me."

"Ah Fuck, I'm going to come inside you," He screamed out, his body and mind too far gone to care about anything else.

"Is that what you want, is that what you fucking want, give it to me... yeah baby give it to me deeper, disappear inside me, I fucking love your dick. Keep fucking me; milk your fucking cock in my pussy."

"You want to come in me, come on, and give it to me," His manhood swelled up that last little bit before sending wave after wave of hot cum up into her waiting womb.

"AHH yes ha-ha, every fucking drop. Free me!!" Hey pussy clamped down as her inner walls began their power suctions, greedily taking in every drop. Not a single drop escaped. Yshomatsu passed out long before his orgasm ended, the Succubus panted on top of him as if she had just run around the world in record timing. She was fully satisfied... and free.

"Oh fuck," another female voice screamed in orgasm, bringing the Succubus back down to reality. The demoness quickly turned, her never ending lust filled gaze closed in on Bree who trembled in afterglow of her spectator's orgasm. Once their eyes met the Succubus pounced. Wings opened up as the Succubus soared out of the summoning circle to land on top of Bree. Her legs quickly went around Bree's hips as her tail quickly impaled itself into the girls soar pussy lips.

Bree gasped as her eyes opened wide in shock. Their lips met in a furious kiss as the Succubus unleashed herself fully onto the unsuspecting young woman. The demonic tail thrust in and out of Bree's pussy, seeping poison the entire time. Bree could feel the burning liquid being absorbed into her body and attempted to push the demon off of her. But only succeeded in groping the demonic temptress' ample breasts

The Succubus pressed into her kiss, her long tongue wrapped around Bree's before the demon sucked Bree's tongue into her mouth and bit down, sending more poison throughout her blood stream. Bree began to feel an itch just above her ass, quickly followed by two more on top of her head. Her already small/tight body started to twitch and tighten as her chest filled out slightly.

Bree screamed into the Succubus' lips as another orgasm quickly followed. Her juices flowed freely onto the ground. Bree's entire body trembled, it felt like her insides were morphing, changing, yet it didn't hurt. The poison flowing through her body had caused her body to go numb. The Succubus moaned in amusing laughter as her power quickly overwhelmed the girl's senses. Something came out of Bree's lower back, before long she could feel two fully functional fluffy tails. Two fluffy ears popped out of her hair at the same time. She felt different, like her mind had been placed in a very horny new husk. She craved sex and lots of it.

The Succubus used her magic to create the first of many animal-based monsters, also known as a monster-girl. She was going to love being unleashed upon this world, her imagination had no limit and soon the world would be remade in her image.

When Bree's eyes opened next the world looked different. The Succubus stared into two bright orange orbs of her new creation, the first of many. Bree couldn't help but stare back into those yellow cat-like orbs, her new ears twitched as she became lost within the demoness' orbs. The Succubus spoke in a deep and powerful voice, as if her words were being spoken by two different beings, one seductive temptress and the other a commanding demonic force. "Protect my life line to this world," She said, the command echoed within her mind before she looked down to the sleeping Monk within the summoning circle and smiled.

With a gust of wind the Succubus was gone.

A low purr filled the room as the Kitsune slowly crawled towards the sleeping man within the summoning circle, her need for sex showed upon her face. Her eyes locked onto their target, the half-mast beast between Yshomatsu's legs. Bree would make sure he never thought of anything again except his next orgasm, her two fluffy tails waved hypnotically through the air as she closed in on the unsuspecting Monk.



Yshomatsu and the Succubus



The Succubus gave the widest smile as she rose up, stretching out her arms squealing with delight as the monks powerful seed was absorbed into her body. The succubus licked her lower lip while running one clawed finger over her top lip seductively, her smile never faded.

"What a rush," she purred, slowly taking a few steps closing the distance to his body while swaying her hips. Yshomatsu began to chant under his breath, "Don't tell me you're having second thoughts after that." The Succubus ran her hands up his sides, lightly tickling him. Yshomatsu ignored her as best he could, which caused her to pout. The Succubus leaned in for a kiss but Yshomatsu knocked her body off. The Succubus was laughing even as she hit the floor. She got back to her feet with cat-like grace. 

"It's too late to fight, you're mine now," she taunted.

Just then Yshomatsu's eyes flared red, continuing to chant. He was filled with fresh clarity and deep regret that he wasn't strong enough to stop her spell from affecting him. Yshomatsu screamed out as the essence of his secret isolated training filled his body. The ancient dragon form Yshomatsu had spent a long time training to tap into lashed out from his body.

For the first time since she entered the dream to wreak havoc on those that dared to explore its greater levels, the Succubus showed fear. Yshomatsu was showing her the extent of his true power. The Succubus was desperate to figure out how best to turn his attempt to her favor.

The chains shattered, the metal pieces fell to the ground. Yshomatsu's arms began to grow, his hands slowly turned into claws as his neck grew and his head elongated taking on the shape of a dragons. Descending down to all fours, wings sliced out of his back. A long tail covered in razor sharp shards of bone grew out from behind him.

The decaying hound charged back into the room, leaping at the forming dragon. Teeth sank into the ruby red scales of Yshomatsu's growing neck. The dragon's roar filled the cavern, a wing crashed down slamming into the hound sending it to the ground. The sound of bones shattering could be heard. Yshomatsu lowered his head clamping down his strong jaws hard. Causing a yelp of pain from the decaying hound as it was chewed and swallowed by the formed dragon. Yshomatsu finished his transformation, the dragon form smaller in size to fit in the cavern. Within the dream Yshomatsu could control his transformation.

Yshomatsu turned licking his bloody teeth with his elongated tongue. Spotting the once over confident Succubus now cowering in the corner shaking as she whispers. "I knew... I... sensed... great power" below her breath. Still trembling as the dragon reached down with a clawed hand and lifted the Succubus up. The clawed hand squeezed the trapped seducing predator, now the dragons prey.

"I am no mere mortal," Yshomatsu growled. He puffed out his ruby red scales for effect, just like a cat would to appear more than it was. 

"NOW RELEASE THEM!" 

His roar echoed throughout the many tunnels and caverns. The Succubus' eye flared bright, filling Yshomatsu's eyes blinding him momentary. The Succubus laughed as she vanished into a puff of smoke.

Yshomatsu shook his head to clear the effect on his eyes, looking around the cavern for the Succubus. With no Succubus in sight Yshomatsu noticed for the first time, the monks were awake. Yshomatsu whipped his tail against the cavern wall. His bladed tail sliced the captured monk's chains, freeing the confused looking men from their bonds.