2 comments/ 10732 views/ 2 favorites Between Armageddon & a Hard Place Ch. 01 By: Cyberpawz Introduction: You know the generic information; if under the age of 18, don't read the bloody thing. Like that has stopped kids in the past in the first place? Anyhow. This starts with a good deal of sex, but tames down some, because it has an actual plot to go along with it too! Imagine that, a story with a plot? Well anyhow, it has a mix match of several types of groupings to be bunched up all into one. I'm not going to list them just yet since they will probably be too numerous to count, or at least I hope so. If you got past this without rolling your eyes once, or skipped over this in the first place, then you missed a poorly written triad about nothing except you've been warned. ~Cyberpawz~ Chapter 1: Sam As most stories start with, we start with our "Hero," well here, we don't, this isn't like any other story you've read so far, and this is my story. So we start with the bad guy, the evil doer, hell lets just get down to it, and lets just say she isn't the type of woman you'd like to bring home to Mom, Dad, or even a Stag Party, she'd rip your guts out for looking at her the wrong way and call it a productive day, and that is if she is in a good mood. So you got an idea of her tempter, lets get down to her as a person now, if you can call her that is. She stands at five feet even, and she prefers it that way too, easy access to what she likes the most about guys in the first place, or so she says. Her skin is nearly alabaster white, and it isn't because she doesn't spend time outside, this is how she portrays herself in this lifetime. Yes, you read right, this lifetime. She is older than she looks by several centuries, although no one knows her true age, she is old enough to remember when the Romans were just starting in small clay domiciles, and even further than that if she ever dared to reminisce. Her eyes, a steel grey, they are the only sign of her age, they are hard, and piercing, and although she smiles, and laughs, her eyes always portray another story. She would be considered lithe in build, all except for her feminine attributes. At five feet even, and vixen red hair with raven black tips that caress her ass when she walked, she would make any woman envious, jealous, or sympathetic of her "plight," and any man wanting to see more, much more... having wide and firm hips, with a tight and strong looking ass, always got the men looking, once they reached her bust though, whiplash, and rubbernecking had an a tendency to occur. She used her body's attributes to get what she wanted when she wanted it, and she had no sympathy upon doing so either. Men were to be used, and not loved. Her hands were small, but had strength to them that very few noticed, because the fingers were adorned with jewelry. Her fingernails were pointed to a slight tip, in where if she wanted to, she could use them as weapons, but mainly she used them to draw blood from her latest sexual conquest. They were always painted in black, blood red, or both, which were her favorite, it was easy in this century to find someone who could do this, it was such a pain back a few hundred years ago. Her legs were tone, very strong, but kept their femininity to them. Through history she has received several tattoos, and multiple piercings along her body, it is amazing what was once taboo is now considered sexy, and provocative she mused several times as she watched several men's eyes glitter at she described where they were in detailed descriptions. Oh and for your information, she has a name, but she goes by the name Sam now, the rest will be explained later on. She enjoyed the hunt, enjoyed the challenge, enjoyed the looks of betrayal that her prays' lover, husband, or wife, has as she takes them away for a night of unimaginable sexual lust, and bliss, or at least that is what they remember. Today was like any other night or so she thought, sitting on a plush bed with blood red silk sheets, covering a black satin bed, Sam looked across the bed, her latest conquest. On her scale he was a four maybe a five, which was high in this day and age, men lacked imagination, the aggressiveness that once gripped their soul, their hearts, and their libido. She loved to be ravaged, loved to be taken advantage of, or let the man think she was being taken advantage of that is. She played the victim well, she loved letting men think she was the submissive, someone who loved being told what to do. In all honesty, a small part of her did, but in truth, she was always in control, and tonight was no exception. He was easy to manipulate; getting him out of the dance club from his girlfriend was child's play. Of course, once he saw the cleavage she was sporting, the tell tale signs of lust and the ever protruding hard-on always made life so much easier. Teasing his libido with forbidden sexual promises, and things she would let him do to her, was nearly all it took. The girlfriend started to rebel, and attempted to get "her man" back, but it was a waste of time. Once the guy or girl was in Sam's hands, they were hers to play with as she found fit. When the guy wakes up tomorrow, and she isn't there, the spell will be broken, and he will be begging for forgiveness later on from his probably now ex. The guy in her "Seduction bed" wasn't a prime specimen of what today's man can be, but she never went for the all brawn, no brain studs, for her imagination and some experiences were more rewarding. Sure, the average stud could go hours upon hours of slamming into her pussy until he was worn out, but why bother? That is what a dildo or one of her slaves was for. She looked at his back and grinned; her mark was there, nearly twenty lines of "claw" marks on his back that will indefinitely take some time to heal. Her nails slowly sliding up and down the inner thigh of his leg, seeing whether she can still get a reaction out of him; she smiles as she sees his cock twitch in an attempt to get hard. She begins a quiet chant and slowly blows some cold air onto his cock; it starts to become hard as she wraps her hand around it. She muses as she watches it grow as her ministrations start to take effect. It becomes a little larger than what he came in with, but the spell will only last the night, but that is all she needs him for. One night of pleasure will feed her needs for at least a day or two, it really matters how much sexual energy she can cull from her "lover" at that given time. No, she isn't a succubus but one of the reasons she has lived as long as she has, has given her the abilities or at least a limited version of what a succubus can do. It was a part of her life she would rather forget, but living as she has is a constant reminder of whom she is and what is expected of her when the time comes. Which often she hopes never will, for she can die; which if she does, breaks her mortal coil, but condemns her to a place she would rather never have to see. If she does, what is expected of her, there is a slim chance of redemption, but there are never any guarantees. No one ever said living was easy. The guy's cock has nearly inflated to its normal size, but as she continues to chant his cock starts to take on a thicker and longer look, the veins becoming more prominent as the skin becomes taut. She licks the tip and is rewarded with a dollop of precum, it normally is a little bitter, but with her enchantment it can taste from anything between the finest white wine from the French vineyards, to the tenderest lobster just caught and prepared by some of the top chefs in the world, to the sweetest chocolate any mortal lips have ever tasted. Every cock is different under this enchantment, but she is never disappointed, for not only does it change the size of the cock, the flavor of cum, but also it produces much more volume, which is exactly what she is after. As she slowly starts to stroke his cock, she can feel him building up already; Sam sighs realizing that men don't last as long as they use to, she reduces the power of her spell, and slides her tongue down the length of his cock. If anyone saw her do this, they would think that she had surgery to make her tongue as long as it is, but it is another of her "blessings". Her mouth slowly envelops the guy's cock, she begins to twist her tongue around his cock and vibrates her mouth around it, sucking with her lips up and down the shaft tasting and smelling the musk that is coming from her man this night. The guy which is Sam's conquest for the night is named Dave, nothing fancy, just Dave; she never asked for his name, and he never offered it to her, so they will remain anonymous for their meeting. Although Dave had a girlfriend, and a rather fetching one at that, the minute he saw Sam he couldn't take his eyes off hers, when he did that was only to look at the vast amount of cleavage she was sporting for the whole world to see. Dressed black and red corset, which looked to be cinching her waist rather painfully, and pushing up her vast breasts to everyone to see without shame, she sauntered up to him and whispered the words all men want to hear but never admit it, "I'll show you a night you'll never forget or regret for the rest of your life." His girlfriend attempted to push between them, to claim Dave as hers, but Sam and Dave never looked back, or acknowledged that she was even there, and Dave's girlfriend screamed in rage and threats, but they fell of deaf ears, and the two crossed the floor, she wasn't heard by either one of them. Now Dave was slowly waking up, passed out from unimaginable sex, he was feeling this unknown woman's mouth and tongue caressing his cock. Did it look bigger than he remembered? It didn't matter for the minute he stopped looking at her head and cock working like a piston he noticed something odd about her. She studied his eyes as she realized he was awake and they were not the hypnotic steel grey he remembered but an emerald green, almost ebbing with power. He heard her speak without saying a word with her mouth, "Sleep lover, tomorrow is another day." Dave's eyes started to close, he saw with lidded eyes little horns protruding from her hair, and large pair of wings sprouting from her back, and a rather thick tail grows from her wide ass. The last thing he heard and felt was her saying," Sleep." and his orgasming into her mouth. Chapter 2: Unforeseen Consequences Sam awoke in her normal bed; her "lover" wasn't there, he left this morning, after seeing that she was gone. She wasn't, she was just in another room, which was hidden, no man or woman ever says longer than a night, it is a curse, and a blessing of the magic she uses. Sometimes she wished that they would be stronger than the magic and stayed, but that hasn't happened in just shy of over four hundred years. The last was William Shakespeare, although happily married Sam knew of plenty of artists, writers, and politicians had mistresses. Back then it wasn't unexpected, sure she was the cause of his early death, but neither argued, and the sex was good for that century. What shocked her was that he actually stayed, he didn't seem to be an unusual character, sure, he had a great mind, but there were no tell tail signs of him being unusual in any other way. With a smirk, she reminisced on that history never said where he died when he did, what many people didn't know, or refused to let his name to be besmirched by, but he was with her. His final words were, a scream of orgasmic pain and pleasure wrapped into one, he clasped himself around her, his final orgasm launched itself into her womb, and his heart just stopped. She knew that being with her as long as he did would take him to an early grave, but he never listened to her; telling him to leave and not come back for his own life might be forfeit if they continue. He thought it ridiculous, but she knew otherwise, for each night with her takes a little life from the person she is with, even with her knowing how to control that part of her, it was still a part that demanded some part of her victims, even if it were a little of their life force a bit at a time. She learned to control that trait the hard way. Sam got up looked at the clock and swore she was sure to be late; the alarm clock never went off since it looked like power went out the night before. She put on her terrycloth robe and went to the bathroom that was adjoined to the hidden room. The bathroom was nothing special to her, just a place to wind down that night if her lover didn't match her libido, which more often than not was the case. It was adorned to the ceiling with Greek tiles from 200BC, the wash basin was from the Romans around 140BC, and the tub was the only thing new that and the fogless mirror in the shower, the tub she acquired from the reign of Coagula was in her normal bathroom, she always insisted it was a duplicate, but she knew better. It was a deep tub encased in glass paneling, with multiple shower heads to hit her in all directions, it made it easier than to worry about missing something that may be embarrassing in her line of work.. Especially since she liked to keep her nightlife and her work life separated if possible, which she was very successful at doing. She shed her robe as it pooled around her feet, and turned on the TV for background noise. The shower hitting all sides of her simultaneously was invigorating, but for some reason something felt off, she didn't know what it was, but it was there, she ignored the feeling and shook her hair so it would lie flat on her back as the water hit it. Her hair was a mess from last night, but again it should be expected especially since she was the aggressor. Rivulets of water dripped down her hair caressed her full ass, and trickled down to the cleft of her pussy, causing an itch that would need to be taken care of eventually. Sam sighed as the tickling became increasingly annoying with no intentions of stopping by the looks of it. Normally, this would be amusing but as late as she was this was frustrating because she probably wouldn't have time to take care of this issue as she liked to call it sometimes. Sam grabbed the shampoo bottle, poured our copious amounts, she hated how much shampoo, and conditioner she went through sometimes, it was a curse and a blessing, a blessing because it made heads turn, a curse because the cost of upkeep was astronomical. After she lathered her hair up she picked up the conditioner, as she was saying it was expensive to upkeep her hair, she needed more conditioner... Sam rinsed out her hair from the shampoo, emptied out the conditioner, and threw the bottle into the trash barrel. Her nails dug deep into her hair and caressed her scalp, she always hated fall and winter, her scalp dried up way too quickly... the caressing of her nails felt wonderful, but she needed to be attentive to the rest of her body, or last night's endeavor may be noticeable, if she weren't careful. She took some body wash and a sponge and started on her arms and legs, looking for any marks that may be noticeable, also ignoring for now the most sensitive parts of her body. Seeing no marks in the fogless mirror she started to go to her belly, this part of her always seemed to be ignored by her lovers, yet, it was sensitive in its own way; she shivered as she touched it with her nails gently. She carefully went upwards and began to caress and soap up her breasts, this part always got her going, but she needed to clean them, for the last thing she needed was another man's smell on her body. Her areole crinkled at the touch and her nipples hardened. Sam bit her lower lip and moaned, this was getting out of control, but her body didn't care, she needed to be pleased, especially after being teased like this. Her hand dropped the sponge, and she started to pinch her nipple with her fingernails, her other hand went to her pussy and started to caress it gently, never entering it, but hoping this would be enough to take the edge off. Her pussy clenched around her finger and sucked it in, and begun to suck on it as if it were another cock entering her. Sam's hand that was caressing her breast shot against the glass, she closed her eyes concentrating on the feeling, and she let out a deep guttural almost feral moan, she was loosing control, her nails started to elongate and her hips started to grind and buck... she was so close from the simulation. Her eyes shot open, removed her finger and adjusted her pussy so it was like a normal pussy. Breathlessly Sam was thinking, "I didn't change my pussy to do that last night, what the hell?" Before she could think about this more the water from the showerheads got cold, Sam let out a squeal of shock, and hurriedly washed out her hair, swore and got out of the shower before she got any colder. She was really going to have to get a tankless water heater; she really hated running out of hot water. She quickly toweled off, got dressed in a two piece suit and hurried out for work. Sam forgot to turn off the TV, it said to no one in particular, "...and it looks as if we get a special Halloween in two weeks time ladies and gentlemen, for some reason without any real explanation from NASA, they seemed to of missed the lunar eclipse that is to happen that night. NASA representatives had no comment for the event..." Sam got to the driveway, and jumped into her red Shelby Cobra GT500, put the pedal to the floor and peeled out to the street hoping to make up time for this morning. Sam worked at the local museum, using nothing less than her own skills to get there, at least the skills of her "grandmother" that is, which through generous donations, and the stipulation that Sam was given the opportunity to work at the museum, they would maintain ownership of the items in question. If Sam were fired, the donations would be revoked and given to Sam to do as she thought fit. In four years time Sam became the youngest curator of the museum in its 250 year history. She smirked for she remembered back that far when the museum was being built, she was paid by the workers to service them on their lunch shifts, she did enjoy those times there were a lot less hassles to worry about back then too, minus the worries of being claimed she was a witch that was, but none the less it was a fun time to her. Sam ran into the hallway that her office was situated at the end of, straightened out her suit and walked slowly to her office, she was late, she didn't need to look like a fool being late, at least that is what she though at the time. Today would be a busy day anyway; they were going to open a wing in honor of her late "grandmother". Lauren, her secretary was giving Sam the "You're late look," and sighed as Lauren smiled at her boss. Sam greeted her secretary named Lauren, "Morning Lauren, I know I'm late, can you get me a tea, cream two sugar, and tell everyone we will be starting the ceremony punctually today at 1:00 so no one make late lunch plans or it will be their job, ok?" Lauren nodded and got up from her desk, and quickly went to get the tea, it would take her about ten minutes, so Sam had time to reminisce in her office if she so choose to do so. Laura was a cute girl, but nothing really to write home about compared to Sam that was. Of course, that didn't stop the girl from going out and partying as well, which was all, and good, as long as it didn't interfere with her daily work, which so far it hasn't. Sam smiled remembering when she sat at that desk, it seemed like ages ago. Sam sat down at the desk and looked around her office, everything in there was part of her life, half the reason she was allowed to also be a curator was because she seemed to know more than most of the aged professors about most European and Ancient Mediterranean history, the other half is that she came back with some absolutely amazing artifacts when she went to specific areas, it was as if she knew exactly where to look for them. The fact was she did, because she was digging up her old lives to supply new materials for the museum, at least until she retired that was. There were several suits of armor, including a suit of Samurai armor made for a woman, and a set of swords that went along with the armor. Those times were the most perilous to her, she had to not only prove she could handle a sword, but do so as good as, or better than any man, which was a feat unto itself. It has been one of the only complete suits found for a woman ever. There were gowns made of fine silk behind glass, and a large chest that had the contents of her original life. The desk she was sitting at was a gift from King Henry VIII; she was one of his many lovers when he left England for business purposes. He gave her the desk in hoping to impress her, to be more to him than a mistress, she never took the bait, but the desk did get some use, the only use they got out of it though was proven by the scratch marks from her nails that were on the sides of the desk, under neither the lip of it. She pulled a drawer out and saw an old leather bag; she opened it and saw it contained coins from a bygone era. There was a metallic ring, tarnished, but with an engraving on it saying, "Your forever." She smiled, for it was the ring she was to be given when she married. Between Armageddon & a Hard Place Ch. 01 The time was around 730 BC, around the time of the Babylonians. As it was said before Sam was born before the Romans became a world power, or even before they were living in clay and stone hovels, she was old when Rome as most people today know it, actually existed around 8th century BC. She lived with her lover near a town, which has since, then been lost to history, it resided about 40 miles or as she knew it to be a day and a half-hard walk from where Rome would be near the Tiber River. Sam when she made the promise was your average woman at the time minus a few small differences. She was a height of five-foot six inches, with short-cropped hair that went just past her neck, it as if her eyes were brown, she was a farm girl, so her stocky build, and tanned skin was nothing unusual. Sam also had a lover in where they were married in four years after he finished his apprenticeship under his father as a blacksmith, and took over the business if he were good enough. Both Sam and her lover lived in a house that was near the smithy, a two story house one of the nicer ones of the day, purchased by her lover's father as an early wedding gift. The bath, kitchen, and dining room were on the bottom floor, and the bedroom, study and storage was on the top. They were to be wed at the beginning of the winder solstice in two years time, instead of the traditional spring solstice. This, to many people were through of a sign of bad luck, but the lovers would hear nothing of what they thought was foolish superstition, and the thought of a wedding in their eyes, and youthful minds were a good way to raise the spirits of the town before the hard labor of clearing of the fields started. Sam noticed as the beginning as the second year started that her lover's eyes wandered to the more pampered and upper class women of the town occasionally, and as expected of a woman in her position, she got jealous, but being a good wife to be, never said anything to her lover but prayed every night hoping that her lover's eyes wouldn't wander too far from home and leave her for good. Sam's insecurity got the best of her, with the help of the gossip from the women of the town, she decided to instead of going to the priest for consolidation, for her prayers had been unanswered by God so far, and this in her mind was too petty for a priest for consolidation and comfort, so she went to the wizard that was in the mountainside for help with her plight. People always knew of the wizard, but spoke very little about him. What was told that he was there before the town was, and probably will be after the town disappeared and forgotten by time, and that his longevity was because he dealt with and made deals demons or even the devil himself if she were to believe all the rumors she had heard. Sam ignored these warnings and still decided to see the old wizard anyway. What happened between Sam and the wizard only she knows, but when asked or pressed she would only say, "You get what you deserve when you deal with the devil or his underlings." When Sam came back from the wizard she noticed changes about herself as days went into weeks, and weeks into months. Her hair no matter how she cut it or how much she cut off, or how frequently she did so; her hair would always grow back to the original length until it became a full black mane of hair that reached the small of her back. Any hair after the small of her back seemed to be able to be cut, but it was of no real consolidation to her. Her eyes went from being a dull brown to an exotic grayish green. Sam's body also became less stocky, and more lithe looking as time went by. People started to talk about her, some in interest others in spite; the work of the rumors was that she made a deal with the Devil himself, and that the old wizard owns her soul till her death, whenever that may be. Her lover though had a renewed interest in her, and that made all the rumors of the town worthless in her opinion, for her lover was back where he belonged, with her. Although this was true she did have to worry some, for Sam did notice things were also changing within her. Her body was much thinner, but she kept her strength, also she noticed an increase in her libido to such an extent sometimes especially near or during a full moon, that she could barely contain it during those times. This bothered her, but not as much as it probably should have. She did notice that her senses were also increasing, such as smells and tastes, she could sometimes notice the pheromones that animals were giving off, which flustered her if they became too strong, these things she kept to herself, but they made sex with her lover more interesting. With her enhanced senses she could also sense the distastes and lust of men and women alike around her, which she used to her advantage when she went out shopping for food or in general. She was presently surprised that the local priest found her attractive, and for that time she kept that tidbit of information from his wife and for possible use later on in life just if she needed a powerful backer for whatever reason. To Sam it was amazing that she went from being worried about her lover's wandering eyes to being confident that if she wanted she could take any man she wanted, although that was true, she had only eyes for her lover, and it would remain that way till his death. Sam thought at this point in her life that the promise she made with the wizard was a steal on her end, and that the wizard was a fool to let her go with such an advantage. What Sam didn't realize immediately was that for all the good things that had been given to her, it came with a very costly price, for there was always a price for cheating fate, and what was given to ones self at birth. As was said before, sex between her and her lover became more interesting, she became to know almost on an instinctive level what her lover wanted that night when it came to sexual and other carnal lusts. She found herself excited to do things she never though of doing before, but her mind became more open to not only sexual stimuli but sexual suggestions more than before, and found herself loving every minute of it. The first time she took control and rode her lover till she orgasmed, and left him frustrated, she had no doubts. The promise she made was worth all the changes, and welcomed more as they happened with near unadulterated relish. As time went by though she started to have second thoughts about all the changes that were happening to her were good, for her lover started to show signs that she was changing too. Sam had a worrying feeling it was she that was causing her lover to change, but she had no clue how to prove it, or even how to control if it were she at all. Her lover looked a lot like his father, which was a well-built and strong man. The tan her lover sported was from the heat of the hearth inside the smithy's shop. His black hair and beard were nearly always disheveled, but his eyes were a steel grey, which showed an intelligence and strength that she could get lost in if she stared at his eyes for long periods of time. Her lover looked as if he would age gracefully like his father before him, but a few months before the wedding Sam knew it was not to be so, but hoped against all things that she was wrong. By this time Sam's lover now had salt and pepper hair, and his beard was not in a better state. His body, though was still tone, looked like his muscles and weight in general was greatly reduced compared to how he was a few months back. While this was continuing, Sam was still gaining strength, and body mass in very specific places, she no longer fit into the gown she was once fitted for three months prior for the wedding, and now needed some serious refitting. Sam to her amazement, and internally present surprise from being lilith looking to a more voluptuous version of herself. What pleased her and annoyed her nonetheless was that everything she owned now had to be refitted too. Her pants were tight around her ass and hips, and her bust went from being a small handful, which no amount of fluffing or corsets would amount to anything noticeable, too more than a handful in her hands, which unlike the rest of her body had changed drastically. Sam knew these changes were the result of their lovemaking, but she still didn't know how to control it, and worried that unless she learned how to, their lovemaking would be the death of her lover, and soon to be husband. The week of the wedding gifts had been given, especially money since it was known that a few weeks after the wedding Sam's lover was looking at a stop space inside the city heart to buy outright and own. This was also to be from the rumors and small town issues that started to happen after Sam began to change into whom she was. The money Sam knew was not given out of good will, but to make sure they would leave as soon as possible, and to remove what the town thought as their taint on the town itself. Sam knew this to be true and found herself confiding to the priest her worries, in which he confirmed by saying that he was the one that suggested the move to her lover. Inwardly Sam knew that the priest would miss her, or at least her body, but she knew he had good intentions for the town in mind. The perverse side of her that was coming through more wondered if she should give him a going away gift, by offering herself to him before she and her then husband would leave for good. She quickly threw that thought away and attempted to strong arm that part of her into submission, for she knew that if she let those thoughts go forward it would lead to nothing but trouble and rumors when she finally left. This though was not to happen, as weeks went by her lover started to show signs that he was getting old well before his time. Through their lovemaking, Sam became the aggressor, and her lover was there more or less for the ride. Two days before the wedding a full moon was in the sky, a large orange moon, normally a good sign for a harvest moon, but with all that has been happening, the town felt uneasy. Sam's libido was even more increased and had shut herself in the house, for although she could control herself with her lover around; her libido seemed to be more taxing on her body than normal, her breasts seemed to of swelled over the past few nights and she was no where near her monthly cycle. As the day went by and the night started to progress; Sam's libido was beginning to take control of her body and mind. She decided that day to not to go to the farm and work, for she was sure the pheromones from the animals would drive her to the point where she may rape the closest farmhand, cute or not. Instead, Sam decided to treat her soon to be husband to a night he would not soon forget. She decided to raid the closet for something sexy to wear, she found one of her recently altered dresses to deal with her changing form, but for some reason it seemed tight on her hips again. The dress itself was a royal red color with a black overlay, the top part of her clothes were a corset she bought a day ago that matched the dress, was to be a surprise for after the wedding, to her surprise was not fitting her correctly, her bust was starting to billow over the tops to the point where it almost looked sluttish, but to some extent that was the idea she was attempting to get across. Sam decided to forgo the undergarments, after she made up her face with what was available at the time, she viewed herself in the mirror, and grinned. She caressed her body, sliding her hands down to her hips, noticing that she looked like one of the whores down in the city, her grin broadened as she licked her red lips, and noticed that they too were fuller than she remembered. She should have been worried about all the changes that were happening to her body in such a short amount of time, but she was too horny to care, and could barely wait for her lover to come home. With time still on her side, and her lover not to be home for a few more hours she decided to cook a meal and by then he would be on his way home. Nearly though preparing the meal Sam's concentration began to waver, she could smell the musk of a man walking ear the house. Sam bit her bottom lip hard attempting to maintain control of her body. Her hands gripped the counter, and her nails slowly started to dig into the wood as she let out a nearly inaudible moan. The door handle jiggled, the latched unlocked, and her lover sweaty from the day's exertions walked in. Just as Sam would take him up stairs she faltered, and her smile and lust nearly unhinged for a minute as she saw him for the first time today, he looked older that she remembered, but her libido overrode her logic and control and a mischievous grin came across her full lips. Sam ran into her lover, grabbed his hand, and charged up stairs with him in tow, not even giving him time to clean himself off from the day's grime. Her lover realizing Sam was wearing new clothing, he wanted to say something nice about them, especially since it looked as if she made an effort to not only fit into them, but to seduce him. Sam placed a finger on his lips and said in a velvety voice that he was unaccustomed to hearing, "No talk, talk later, sex now." This took him back some, as well as Sam for she was brazen, just not this much, it was to Sam that she was no longer in control of her own body. It was as if she were watching it from the distance, and someone, or something was pulling the strings controlling her body, making her do and say things that normally, she would not. Sam tore off his pans as he stood before the bed, and pushed him onto it without caring if he argued or not. For quite some time after, Sam could not remember what happened that night, but later through some techniques remembered that night. What she remembered from that point forward was that she threw him on the bed, his cock was already hard, and slid him into her with no preparations, for all her mind was things was sex, not love, or even to be gentle. Her lover moaned as she squeezed with muscles that she never knew she had, and let a moan out herself as she squeezed harder and felt tighter than she could remember. Sam's corset was becoming too tight, she noticed that her breasts which were large before were spilling out of her corset, her mind now twisted by whatever was controlling her grinned wickedly and ripped off her lover's shirt as she started to lean forward in discomfort from her swelling breasts. As the corset was becoming tighter and tighter she started to buck, grind and fuck her lover with all her old and new skills. Her nails started to dig into her lover's chest, he groaned in pain, but his cock started to pulse. Sam hissed as she felt him getting closer, her hips gyrated faster and coaxed him to cum through the pain. Sam did not stop, she could not even if she wanted to, she felt too good; her orgasms started to build as she felt him release into to her. Not more than a minute later she let out a shriek of exuberance as she orgasmed more strongly than she could ever remember then, and it didn't stop, it kept building stronger and stronger till she saw white and collapsed into her lover's chest with him still in her. Sam awoke a while later, off her lover's chest, and under the blankets with her lover. Through the smell between her and her lover's sweat and sex she could smell the smoke of burning food and cursed quietly, it looked like all that they were getting that night was desert first. She also noticed that her corset was loose on her, then as she started to stretch she realized the corset wasn't loose; the strings on the back of the corset had snapped. Sam went to wake up her lover and pulled the sheets from both of them, and she fell out of the bed in fright, her lover was opened mouthed, eyes were pointing to the back of his head, and he was not breathing. He was for all intended purposes, dead. Sam let out an ear-piercing screams and started to cry, her lover was dead, and she killed him. Sam started to panic, grabbing anything in sight but then she remembered the priest, maybe she could obtain protection from the town through him and ultimately "The Church." It was really her only hope, and by her own admission he didn't like the concept of being burned at the stake. Sam gathered her head lover's shirt out of the closet to wear, for her clothes would not give the right message she wanted to the priest, for she needed protection, and to not look like a common whore down at the city square. She also grabbed some of his older pants, which slid comfortably over her hips, but was loose everywhere else. As Sam left the house barefoot she noticed the moon was covered by cloud cover, but there was enough light to make out the church at the end of the street she was on. People looking out their windows, wondering what was happening, closed them immediately after they realized where the scream came from, and ignored the fact she looked worried. As Sam came closer to the church, the moon broke through the cloud cover and basked her in its eerie glow. Sam's libido grew to levels before she fucked her lover to death, her stomach jabbed in pain and her mind was reeling from the feelings coursing through her body. Sam ran into the church doors and began to slam her fists onto the door itself, hoping it would gain the attention of the priest, or at least wake him up from whatever slumber he may be having at the time. As the noise of her hammering echoed through the church, she first heard then smelled the priest get closer to the door. Her libido reeled by the feeling of someone so pious and yet so corruptible in her midst. The priest opened the door, peering across it worried for what he was to see, and Sam fell towards him, when the priest touched Sam she felt the lust subside to the point where she was in control of her body's desires again. In a crumbling heap of tears and sobs, Sam explained everything, including her deal with the wizard. Sam felt the priest's touch, or at least his protection around her begun to waver as his resolve did the same. Sam's voice with no attempt of her own became more confident and seductive as she explained her lover's seduction. It was if her lust were controlling her body. As she explained, she felt her body starting to respond to the priest by changing to what he secretly lusted after. Sam finally realized what was happening and started to play the part her mind was telling her to play. She saw in her mind's eye he wanted to be seduced by a succubae, and her as well, she decided to have fun with this, and become what he lusted after, she would become his succubae. As she thought it through how she would achieve this she felt her hips pop painfully into a more exaggerated size. As her ass swelled to compliment her newly expanded hips, her pants giving out as the last burst of flesh swelled on her ass, they were not meant to take such stresses, or at least such feminine figures expanding from within their wearer. Sam knew what exactly she would do, she slid down to all fours and stared to crawl exaggerating her sway as she moved to the priest, her pants sliding off as she crawled, and her shirt started to fall off her shoulders as she crawled forward closer to the priest as he backed up tentatively. The priest noticed that Sam's breasts were much larger, and her nipples were nearly touching the ground as she arched her back seductively letting him view her bust in its ever-expanding glory. The priest finally hit the stairs behind him going up to where he normally spoke every Sunday, and tripped over the stairs and his robe. Sam reached and grabbed the hem of the robe and noticed that her hands were already claw like, and that her skin was a darker brownish red than her normal skin tone. She slid the priest to her, realizing her strength had increased as well as her bust, and hips, she grinned and licked her lips seductively as she saw the fear on his face. While licking her lips she felt fangs elongate from her mouth, she gave a melodic laugh that didn't sound like her own, it sounded like sex captured in voice. Sam grabbed the priest's crotch, felt for his cock through the robe, feeling it harden under her corrupted touch and said, "You've wanted me for so long, I no longer have a lover, so lets see before I leave here how good of a fuck you are for a holy man." The priest started to pray and beg for her to get up and leave now before she corrupted her soul even more, her fanged smile went to a scowl and said, "But you are making me priest into your deepest and darkest fantasy, don't you want to fuck your fantasy priest?" Between Armageddon & a Hard Place Ch. 01 Sam spoke the word "priest" with as much lust and seduction in her voice as possible, but the priest shook his head. Sam grinned even more wickedly and skid his cock out of his robe and pressed the head of it against her pussy, which to her amazement and his, grasped it and ducked on it like another pair of lips. Sam gasped as she felt the act of sucking from her pussy first then shivered as she began to gyrate on him. As she removed his shirt with a single tug she said in her newly melodic voice, "I do though priest, and I know you do too, now finish making me into your fantasy and I will leave you and this town alone, although I have a feeling after this you will want me again, so I may be back for more." She noticed that his cock although thick was not long, she somehow knew how to make it longer. She concentrated on this process, then was interrupted by feeling the priest's cock enter her deeper till it felt as if it were too tight at first, but her pussy expanded and compensated for his new size. As he pussy was still sucking the priest cock, she began to slide up and down on it feeling as if this was the best thing in the world, better than love, and better than the sweetest food she has ever eaten. She moaned in bliss as she felt him expand more and lengthened more in her now tight pussy, she stopped her pussy from expanding; she loved the feeling of being uncomfortably full. As Sam was riding the priest's now massive cock, she felt his willpower break and her changes increased in speed. Her legs grew more toned her arms more muscular then she felt a prick of pain on her head as two points grew from her now black and red hair. Her skin went from the red tone it was originally becoming to an alabaster white, as she looked at her skin she said, "You are going all out aren't you?" Sam started to grind against the priest and felt him stiffen as he was attempting to restrain what she felt she needed so much. "Let go Master, chance me into your succubae slut and slave, make me whole and yours by cumming into my dammed womb." The priest screamed as Sam squeezed and clawed him as he came. Sam felt the final changes happen as she screamed in pain, her wings and tail sprouted from her back in a shower of blood. Sam arched her back throbbing lightly in pain said with teary eyes, and with lust still in her voice, "That hurt priest, now it's my turn for pleasure." She slammed the priest into the ground hard knocking his head into the hard floor and started to pound her body into his, causing his manhood to slide in and out of her with great ease. It seemed the more pain she caused the closer she got to orgasm, Sam's nails dug deeply into the priest; he screamed in pain as blood gushed from the wounds. Sam felt herself so close to an orgasm she could nearly taste it, then she felt something splash against her body, she looked up and saw the priest's wife splashed Sam with holy water. Sam smirked wickedly at the wife, and said with venom in her voice, "I am your husband's fantasy, not a demon bitch!" Sam grabbed the priests' head in both of her hands and began to twist is sideways in her hands, she shuddered as she felt the pinnacle of her orgasm peaked. As she put her hands on the priest's head again and tore it from his body, bone crunching sinew and flesh ripping apart, Sam had the largest orgasm she ever had, she hunched over the headless body wracking in such a strong orgasm she lost track of how many she had, or how much time passed. Sam got up from the priest, and pouted like a spoiled child as the priest's dick slipped from within her. The priest's wife screamed in panic and terror, "I would leave him alive bitch, but your actions killed him." Said Sam wickedly as she threw the priest's head into his wife's hands. The priest wife fainted, Sam folded her new wings around her body, and walked out of the church and back to her house. As Sam walked into her house she head the panicked screaming of the priest's wife, and knew she had little time to get out of the house and town safely. She started to go up stairs, but passed a full length mirror, her hair covered in blood, her bust which seemed to of had a life of its own while it grew was also covered in blood. Sam went down stairs, threw some cold water over her new body and cleaned herself up in the tub. She went back to the mirror and noticed truly how much larger her breasts were than before, not only were they more than two handfuls they were so full they looked as they were being held up by an invisible corset, there was absolutely no sag, and they were so firm yet soft she barely noticed that her nipples didn't change at all. Her tail was swinging behind her full ass was thick like what a dragon would have. She also took a closer look at her skin and noticed that the skin itself was covered in shiny alabaster scales so small that if you didn't know what you were looking for you'd never see them. She also grinned and noticed her fangs had receded back a little as she smiled, then she saw her tongue, it was pointed like what she thought a dragon's tongue should look like. Sam started to stick her tongue out to see what she would look like doing it, then realized it wasn't stopping, and didn't stop till it reached the tops of her breasts. Her eyes went wide in amazement, then realized that they were green and glowing with what looked like power. She also noticed that even after she was dry her pussy was already wet and dripping something from it. As she touched the dollops of what she would know as her own cum her pussy grabbed her finger and sucked it into herself, as if it were a cock. Her pussy was attempting to finger fuck herself, Sam pulled the finger out and felt herself becoming empty while doing so, her libido started to increase again wanting to fuck more. A hammering on the door shook Sam out of her stupor and swore, for she wasted time she really didn't have. She went upstairs quickly, went to the place where they kept all the wealth they owned, and grabbed the bags inside. She then went to her dead lover's closet, grabbed a pair of his pants which barely fit her before, now fit her like a second skin, grabbed on of the tops that she could close over her now overly large breasts, a cloak to wrap any other clothes and money she could find, grabbed a pair of her boots which barely fit, but she needed to get out of there quick. She grabbed a walking staff, threw open the bedroom window grabbed the bed with her lover still on it and threw it against the bedroom door. Sam paused, proceeded to the bed as she heard the downstairs door break open and said sorrowfully, "It looks as though they were right lover, it was never meant to be." She kissed her dead lover on the lips, gripped the walking staff in her hand tightly and jumped out of the bedroom window. She spread her wings and plummeted to the ground with a hard thud. Sam shook her head and smiled, remembering so far long ago, the scared woman and compared her to whom she was now. It took nearly four months for her to find how to change back, and to control her form at will, but not without seriously causing her to drain her endurance while doing so. She swore back then to find the wizard to make him change her back, and to this day she was looking, but not as hard as she was back then, she had accepted her lot in life, although it wasn't exactly what she was expecting back then either. All the sudden Sam started to smell roses and fresh grass and growled, "Emanuel, what are you doing here? We agreed to leave each other alone after our last meeting." The angel spread his feathered wings when then disappeared, and a man in a three-piece suit with a cloak over it spoke, "The last time we met, your name was Eveline you were a French prostitute selling yourself cheap, and getting well fed by the men over there if I remember correctly. I take it the French cuisine wasn't exactly what you expected, if I remember correctly you had a bounty on your head for witchcraft, and a guillotine ready for your head if you ever appeared there again, was I right?" "Get Out!", yelled Sam. "No," said the angel. A speaker on the phone on Sam's desk went off, "Mama are you ok? I heard you yelling." "Incidentally, my name now is David," Said the angel. "Please call security, there is a gentleman in my office that needs to be escorted out of the building." Said Sam, calmly never taking her eyes off David," You have two minutes, make them count." In an above speaker system a call went out, "Security to the Curator's office, security to the curator's office." David went for the kill, since he knew she was serious, "Armageddon is happening now; I need your help." Sam sank into her chair and looked as if a club hit her broadside to the head, "Wh... n-no, th-that can't be, it's not for another two more years, at least the beginning of it. What is happening?" The doors to her office opened, and the security guards looked at David, Sam wave them off pale faced, "Sorry it was a misunderstanding, please leave." The guards looked at her quizzically, as if they couldn't believe their ears. "GO!" said Sam more loudly than she meant to, and the guards left the room and closed the door. "You now have a minute to explain what is happening before I do what I should have done to you 500 years ago, which if you remember was tear your heart out, and bury you so only the demons of hell could find you." Said Sam with enough venom to kill a Water Buffalo where it stood if she so choose to do so. "Funny you mention hell, the wizard, the same one that changed you has sped up the Armageddon clock, and made it so Armageddon would happen this All Hallows Eve." Said David in all seriousness. Sam put her face in her hands and swore, "Shit." ~To Be Continued~