5 comments/ 32290 views/ 34 favorites Blood for a Succubus Ch. 01 By: kuellar Augustus' house looked normal enough. It was a small four-room terrace house, with plain white walls and a little sign by the door that read, "The Wilburton's". To the casual passer-by there was nothing out of the ordinary about it at all. Jacob, however, knew better. For in that house lived Augustus Wilburton, and Augustus - unlike his house - was extremely odd. The phonecall that had brought Jacob here, for example, was classic Augustus. "Jacob," he had said, without any preamble. "Can you come over? I need your blood." And he had hung up. Augustus was always dabbling in something occult, in all the ten or so years Jacob had known him. Now they were both in their twenties, and Augustus showed no signs of giving up his "hobby". Just the other week he had tried to convince Jacob to loan him his cat for some arcane ritual. When Jacob had asked whether Fluffy would be returned to him safely, Augustus had tried to avoid the quesiton. Jacob had refused. Now he wondered whether Augustus had succeeded in getting a cat from somewhere, and what had happened to the poor creature. It was a strange friendship, but it was a friendship nonetheless. For all his eccentricities, Augustus seemed harmless enough, and Jacob could always count on something interesting happening with Augustus around. So, despite the slightly ominous thought that Augustus "needed his blood", Jacob walked up to the door and pressed the doorbell. Augustus opened the door almost instantly. "Good, you came. Come in." "What's this about my blood?" Jacob asked, entering the house. Augustus made no reply, but beckoned Jacob to follow him into the summoning room. The summoning room had previously been the second bedroom of the house. Augustus had converted it upon inheriting the house from his parents, boarding up the window, removing all the furniture and installing several candle-holders on the walls. There was a large pentagram on the floor, drawn in red chalk, riddled with intricate designs. Also on the floor was what looked like a large burn mark - evidence, thought Jacob, of a recent failed summoning... or perhaps just a failure of one of the candle-holders. He tried to avoid comparing the size of the burn mark to an average-sized cat. Augustus closed the door behind him, and bolted it shut. James was beginning to feel slightly uneasy. "Augustus, what's going on? Why do you need my blood?" Augustus turned, with a fiery excitement in his eyes. "I'm going to summon a succubus." "A succubus?" "It's like a pleasure-demon, that feeds on -" "Yes, I know what a succubus is, Augustus. But why?" Augustus raised an eyebrow. "There's only one reason to summon a succubus, Jacob." Jacob sighed. "Okay. You want to get laid by a sex-demon. Why do you need my blood?" "Because you're a virgin." "What? I am not! And besides, you're a virgin too." Augustus shook his head. "Seriously? You? Who would -" "It's not important. What's important is that I need your blood to summon the succubus." Jacob folded his arms, feeling slightly peeved. Augustus, of all people, looking down on him! "And what do I get out of it?" "After I'm done, you get to have a go with her." "So I get your sloppy seconds? That's supposed to motivate me?" "Succubi aren't human, Jacob. She'll be clean, and tight... think about it, the best fuck you'll ever have." He spread his arms. "I have the equipment, I have the skills. I can do this for you... I just need your help first." "Well... I dunno..." Jacob had to admit it sounded very tempting. A gorgeous sex-demon to do his bidding? Who wouldn't be tempted? "There's no need to be scared. I know it's your first time and all -" "Look, enough with the first time bullshit!" Jacob rolled up his sleeve. "And I'm not scared. I'll do it." Augustus smiled. "Excellent! Now stand over here..." Jacob allowed Augustus to steer him to a corner of the room. He flinched when Augustus produced a knife, but allowed him to make a small cut just above the elbow. Blood welled up and began to drip from the wound; this he collected in a small bowl. Augustus placed the bowl in the centre of the pentagram, and then he began to chant. Jacob couldn't make out the words, but it sent a shiver up his spine. There was something darkly resonant about the sound, as though Augustus wasn't the only one chanting - there seemed to be other voices joining in: deep, rough, abyssal voices. The flickering candle flames suddenly took on a crimson hue. Wisps of black smoke appeared in the pentagram, and through the haze Jacob saw something taking shape. It seemed to rise from the bowl, gaining form as it went, until there in the centre of the pentagram stood the most beautiful woman Jacob had ever seen. No, not a woman, he corrected himself - a succubus. So this was what they looked like. Now he understood Augustus' excitement. She was tall, with short dark hair framing high cheekbones, straight nose, full lips. Her eyes: piercing, black as midnight. Her naked body was sublime perfection: slender shoulders; large breasts, firm and round; slim waist, pleasantly wide hips; long, long, long legs, ending in dainty feet; a thin, barbed tail visible in the gap between her legs. Partially hidden by those lovely shoulders, Jacob saw the tips of two small, black wings. And her skin, a pale, perfect red. There was a long moment in which both Jacob and Augustus simply stood and stared, neither of them aware of anything else, running their eyes along the succubus' enticing figure. Then she arched an eyebrow. "Well?" Her voice was a lazy purr that sent shivers through Jacob's loins. Augustus started at the sound. "I, uh... tell me your name, demon, that I may bind you." The succubus looked down at the pentagram that contained her. "My name? Beluriel... you know, you did a decent job with this pentagram. Most of your forms are spot-on, like this one here, and it's a tough one too..." Jacob found himself listening more to the sound of her words than the words themselves. That easy, sensual cadence was entrancing. He was painfully hard in his trousers, but he continued to watch, unmoving. Beluriel knelt down slowly - even that simple movement was somehow thrillingly erotic. "You could make some improvements though. Like this one here... may I?" Augustus, captivated and flattered, nodded without thinking, and the succubus erased a large swath of the pentagram with the palm of her hand. Jacob, up to this point, had no idea what was happening, and it was only when Augustus began backing away that he realised something was wrong. In mounting fear he watched as the succubus advanced on Augustus, her hips swaying hypnotically, her tail curling lazily in the air. Augustus backed up against the wall and opened his mouth to speak, but Beluriel silenced him with a slim finger against his lips. "A simple mistake, my dear. And easily forgiveable - it's your first time, after all. With experience you'll soon learn the first thing to do is get the binding in place. And be wary of blanket permissions, always be certain exactly what you're agreeing to." Then she leaned forward and hissed in his ear. "Too bad you won't get a second chance." Augustus was shaking. "Please - don't kill me -" "Oh, my dear, I'm not going to kill you. I'm going to fuck you." She pressed herself against him, one hand reaching up to wrap around the back of his neck, the other drifting down to caress his aching cock. "Don't you want that?" As Augustus trembled, the succubus unzipped his jeans and smoothly freed his engorged prick, wrapping her fingers around it. She continued to stare directly at him as she jacked him with slow, rhythmic strokes. "You knew, didn't you? You knew this was going to happen. And yet you still summoned me, because deep down, this is exactly what you want. You want to spurt your essence deep inside me." Her voice lowered to a seductive whisper. "You want to give me your soul." She sped up her strokes, her hand flying up and down his shaft, taking him right to the very brink of climax - and then she stepped back, leaving him breathless and gasping. She spread her arms in wanton invitation, exposing her nubile body to his frenzied gaze. "What are you waiting for?" With a crazed growl, Augustus launched himself at the gorgeous demon. She sidestepped neatly and threw him to the ground. In a single smooth motion, she impaled herself on him. He cried out at the sudden sensation, the wet folds of her pussy wrapping around him like a glove, her ebon eyes burning into his. He lay there helpless as she rode him, hands clenched tightly, impotently at his sides. Her breasts bounced gently, hypnotically as she slid up and down his throbbing cock, each stroke with her silken folds sending fiery streaks of pleasure up his spine. His fevered mind felt split in two: half of it trembling from the pleasure, half of it trembling from the fear of what was to come. And come he did, finally, inevitably, in a roaring spasm as he spurted his essense inside her. She hissed in approval as contortions wracked his body, her eyes never once leaving his, savouring his fear and submission. His movements slowed, stopped, and for a moment there was silence. Then the succubus looked up, her gaze falling on Jacob. In all this time he had not moved a muscle; now, as she rose sinuously to her feet and approached him, he finally awoke to his predicament. "Now, wait a minute," he said. "You don't have to kill me." Beluriel continued her approach. "Don't I?" "You can just leave, you got what you came for." Jacob felt his back press up against the wall. The succubus stopped just inches away from him, her gaze richly seductive, her plump lips curled upwards in a smile. "Are you sure you want me to leave?" "I, er, well..." Jacob could barely think. The sex-demon's presence was intoxicating, he couldn't stop his eyes from wandering over the lush curves of her breasts, the slender splendour of her legs and hips. "Besides," she continued, taking another step forward. "I can't leave yet. It was your blood that summoned me. My presence here is bound to you." She rested her chin on his shoulder, her breath hot in his ear. "It'll be fun, I promise." Jacob shook his head desperately, trying to think. Over the succubus' shoulder he saw the lifeless body of Augustus Wilburton. There must be a way out, he had to find it, before he lost himself... her presence, bound to him... her presence... "Wait! Wh-why don't you... take me with you? You know, as a... as a snack for later?" The succubus drew back, her dark eyes regarding him with surprise. "No one's ever suggested that before," she said. Jacob felt some measure of confidence returning. He didn't know what he was getting into, but it was surely better than the alternative. "You said your presence here is bound to me, but if you want to leave you don't have to kill me. You can just take me with you. Then if you're, uh, hungry later you can just... you know. You get your snack, I get to live a while longer, everybody wins, right?" Beluriel seemed to consider this. "An interesting proposal. I don't see why it wouldn't work. And it might set a very... useful precedent." She nodded. "All right then. I don't know what this will be like for you. It might be a good idea for you to close your eyes." *** When Jacob opened his eyes he found himself in a large, stone-walled chamber. There was a bed in the centre of it, a closet, a desk - it looked remarkably like a normal bedroom. The room had a single window set into the far wall. Jacob walked over and peered out. The landscape was dominated by red. The sky was a deep red, riddled with fingers of a lighter hue that seethed and writhed in tortured, grasping patterns. The barren ground was a burnt reddish-brown, flat, a featureless plain stretching to the horizon. Jacob expected some sort of sound, but there was nothing. No shouts, no screams, no howls; no thunder, no wind - nothing. Only that awful crimson silence. Beluriel came up behind him, and he turned. "Welcome to the castle of my master, the demon-lord Mbrogia. I'll show you around a bit, if you like." She smiled. "Snack boy." Jacob shuddered. It wasn't a pleasant smile. Still, for the moment at least, he was alive. Blood for a Succubus Ch. 02 *****Author's note: Apologies for the wait... Thank you once again to all who commented on the previous chapter! I'm new to this, and trying to improve - all feedback is welcomed.***** ===== Jacob was surprised at how earth-like everything seemed. Mbrogia's castle, apparently, was made of actual stone - the walls looked like stone, felt like stone, sounded like stone when he rapped on them. "Is this... hell?" he asked. "You ask many questions, human." Beluriel stood at the window, looking at him. "I'm curious. I have to say, I never really believed all of this stuff was real. I mean, Augustus --" Jacob stopped. With all the strangeness of this place, he had almost forgotten how he had come to be here. "You are concerned that what happened to your friend will also happen to you?" Jacob backed away as the succubus approached, but she only moved to the door. "It will, but not yet. I have some errands to run. Do not leave this room, there are others here who are far less... talkative than I am." Jacob gulped, trying to put on a brave front. "What, you mean like this Mbrogia person? Why, what's he like?" All trace of amusement vanished from Beluriel's face. "Succubi are made to interact with humans. We are given humanity, in order to seduce humanity. Mbrogia is a demon lord. His form is not something your imagination could withstand." And then she was gone. For a long moment Jacob didn't move, still trying to come to grips with his situation. He knew nothing about this place. Was there a way out? Could he escape? Or was there nothing for him to do but sit and wait for death? All of a sudden he heard something, a soft giggle. It sounded like it was coming from just outside. Cautiously he poked his head out of the door. The room opened up onto a long corridor, stretching off into darkness on either side. The giggle sounded again, this time a little further away. There was a playful quality to it, a teasing lilt, inviting him forward. Jacob hesitated at the door, torn. On the one hand he was afraid to test the truth of Beluriel's parting comment. On the other hand, that playful laugh didn't sound threatening at all, and if he could find a way out... The giggle sounded yet again, and Jacob stepped out into the corridor. He moved forward slowly, hugging the wall of the corridor, the bare stone cool against his skin. There were no torches; the only light was a dim glow that seemed to come from nowhere in particular. He strained his eyes against the gloom, his nervousness mounting with each step he took. What sorts of monsters lurked in this darkness? There was silence for some time, and he had almost made up his mind to turn back when he came to a door on his right. It looked like a plain wooden door, with several symbols burned into it. He raised a hand, then wavered for a moment before his curiosity got the better of him. He knocked, and the door evaporated into smoke. "Well hello there." The voice was female, smooth as silk, with a deep purring undertone that sent a shiver through him. The room was another bedroom, very much like the room he had just left. Lying on the bed was a succubus, almost identical in appearance to Beluriel, except that this one had longer, slightly lighter hair. Jacob felt suddenly uncomfortable. The red-skinned demon was splayed out on the bed, her legs spread wide. One hand was fondling her large breasts, the other was between her thighs, lightly stroking. "I'm, ah, sorry," Jacob said. "I didn't mean to..." The succubus made no move to halt her ministrations, but continued to regard Jacob with a slight smile on her lips. "Oh, not at all. Please, come in, sit, keep me company." The hand on her breast moved to pat the bed next to her hips, then moved back to her other tit, flicking with a thumb at the nipple. "I'm Zephara." Jacob stepped over to the bed and sat down a little stiffly. Zephara's smile widened as her eyes roamed over him. "What's your name then?" "Uh... Jacob." "Mmmm... Jacob." Zephara closed her eyes and tilted her head back slightly as she pushed one finger into her sex. Jacob watched, mesmerised, as the slender digit swept in and out of her slit in slow, languorous strokes, then returned to stroking the smooth skin around her puffy lips. "So what are you doing here, Jacob?" "Uh... what?" Jacob looked up. The succubus was looking at him again, and he found himself blushing. There was something about her... he found himself nervous rather than afraid, like a teenager on a first date, wanting to make a good impression. "There aren't many humans around here. At least, not looking as healthy as you do." "Beluriel, she... brought me here." He stumbled a little over the words, silently cursing himself. "Did she now? How very nice of her. Lie down, Jacob." "What?" Zephara let her hand drift from her breast down to his crotch and squeezed gently. "Lie down," she said again, softly, and he found himself complying. The succubus snapped her fingers and uttered a word, and Jacob's clothes vanished. He was lying naked on the bed, his cock at half-mast, with the gorgeous succubus sitting next to him. At the back of his mind he knew he should probably run - after what happened to Augustus! - but she was smiling down at him, and now her hand was on his cock, tickling the hot skin with her long fingernails. "The problem with Bel," said Zephara, her attention focused on his turgid prick, "is she doesn't really think about what she's doing sometimes. This is no place for a human." "What... what do you mean?" The succubus gave his cock one complete stroke from tip to base and back again, squeezing the head lightly on the upstroke. Jacob gasped at her expert touch. "The door is open. You can leave any time you want. If you stay, you won't survive." She leaned down, looking directly at him, her lush lips pursed just inches from his cockhead. "You can leave... or you can stay. It's your choice." Her eyes still locked on his, she moulded her lips around the crown of his cock and slowly slid it into her mouth. Jacob groaned, his eyes wide. The sensation was unlike anything he had ever felt. Only the end of his prick was in her mouth, her lips sealed against the skin below the head, applying delightful pressure to the sensitive nerves. Her tongue flickered against the tip of his shaft, darting in under the foreskin, slipping out again. He was fully erect in an instant, arching his hips, trying to thrust further into the warmth of her mouth, but she matched his every movement, her hands pressed against the bed, his dick never more than an inch in her mouth, her gaze never leaving his. He felt a sudden pressure, and realised she was biting down slightly. She began to nip gently at his skin, each touch of her teeth sending a flare of pain and pleasure shooting up his spine. How long this continued he did not know, but finally Zephara pulled her head back slowly, never releasing the suction, her lips sliding slowly, achingly upwards until he emerged from her mouth with a wet pop. Lifting a hand from the bed, she wrapped it around his shaft, pressing a thumb into the knot of nerves just below the tip, every move deliberate and delicate. Jacob shuddered. Her words seemed to echo in his mind. "You can leave... or you can stay." But however much he tried, his limbs were unresponsive - it was as though she had paralysed him somehow, as though his brain was incapable of processing anything other than her mouth, her tongue, her fingers. He could leave, or he could stay... but she had teased him with a taste of the pleasure she could provide, and all he wanted was more. She seemed to understand his helplessness, and smiled down at him. Her hand began stroking, in a series of lurid patterns - fast strokes that had him gasping aloud, slow strokes that made his hips buck in a desperate attempt to increase the pace. She squeezed on the downstroke, relaxed on the upstroke, twisted her hand, dug her nails into pressure points on his skin. With just that one hand she played him like an instrument, driving him closer and closer to the edge of an explosive climax, eliciting groans and growls and pleading moans until he simply lay unmoving, abandoned to the pleasure... ...and then she stopped. Jacob threw back his head, his eyes squeezed shut. His cock was a pillar of tortured sensation: every nerve on fire, every cell throbbing with need. He could feel himself teetering on that desperate edge, the cum boiling in his balls, his entire world reduced to her hands, her lips - but the final push he needed hung constantly just out of reach. As if through a distant haze he heard Zephara speaking, almost conversationally. "This is the best way to do it, you know," she told him. "All your frustration and agony, it all enhances the quality. All that instability... more energy for us. I'm going to build you up until you just explode. All of your soul in one go. Isn't that exciting?" Her fingers resumed their exquisite pattern of teasing, those red nails tickling just under the swollen head of his cock, rubbing sweetly, backing away. She leaned forward and engulfed him in her mouth again, her tongue joining the torture, slurping agonisingly over each pulsing vein. If he could have he would have screamed himself raw, but he couldn't move, couldn't speak. Silently he begged for it to end... It took him some time to notice that she had stopped. Panting, he forced his eyes open and made out blurred shapes. There were two people in the room, he realised. He could dimly hear voices. "What do you think you're doing? He's mine!" "Oh, I didn't think you'd mind, Bel -" "You knew blessed well what you were doing!" "You should have known better." "Get out of the way. I'm taking him." *** When Jacob came to he was lying on a bed, with Beluriel looking down at him. Groaning, he shifted slightly, flexing his fingers and toes. "What happened?" Beluriel did not reply, her face unreadable. "What happened to my clothes?" He waved a hand at her. "Hello? Are you all right?" "You are taking this very well," she said. Her voice was flat. It was true, Jacob realised. He had been shocked initially, but now he was curiously unmoved. Perhaps all those years of Augustus' antics had rubbed off on him, acting like a slow introduction to this strange world. Or perhaps he was still in shock, numb to any further surprises. He shrugged. "I'll probably freak out later." He looked around. It seemed that he was back in Beluriel's room. "Thank you," he said, looking back at her. "I heard you come in at the end. If you hadn't... thank you." "Enough. Are you able to walk?" "What?" "I want to show you something." *** The corridor opened out into a vast cavern. The walls were naked rock, swooping upwards in a gradual curve, giving the impression of a gigantic bowl. Near the centre of the space was a collection of pillars - they looked like they were made of smoke, grey and writhing. Dotted around the pillars were several small pits, out of which spilled a harsh reddish glow. Jacob paused at the entrance, craning his head backwards. The ceiling was invisible, shrouded in darkness. "What is this place?" "This is where your friend is." "What?" Beluriel was moving towards the central columns, and he followed. As he approached, he began to notice more detail: the pillars seemed to be made out of distinct patches, individual clumps of smoke that streamed upwards with a dull roaring. And then he realised that as the clumps twisted and writhed, he could make out what looked like faces... "What is this place?" "This is where the souls are consumed. Your friend's soul among them." Jacob peered more closely at the faces. The twisted expressions were hard to make out, but... "Are they in pain?" "They are tortured. Tortured souls provide more energy. Tortured souls... taste better." "Energy," Jacob said. "These are - were - humans." He should have been angry, or scared - terrified. But there was only that same dull numbness. He turned to look at her. "How many of these are yours?" She seemed to hesitate. "Your friend... your friend was my first." "Really? You seemed pretty confident." "There's a script that we follow. It usually works." "I must have messed it up, asking you to bring me here." Beluriel nodded slowly. "This place runs on souls. We are harvestors, Jacob. We are the cattle that plough the fields to feed Mbrogia and his kind." Jacob had just opened his mouth to speak when a low rumbling echoed through the chamber. In a blur of movement, Beluriel darted forward and shoved him to the ground. "Stay on your knees," she hissed. "Close your eyes, and no matter what, don't open them." "What's happening?" "Lord Mbrogia is coming." Blood for a Succubus Ch. 03 *****Author's note: Thanks once again to everyone who read and commented on previous chapters. This chapter is a bit longer, and there's a lot more "story" - hopefully you'll still find it enjoyable. As always, do let me know what you think, and if you have any suggestions for improvement, feel free to make them! Feedback is much appreciated.***** ===== Jacob was on his knees, his eyes tightly shut. There was a sudden heat in the air: sweat streaked his face and droplets ran down his naked chest. The low rumbling grew louder, the air warmer. He could feel vibrations in the ground, tremors running up his legs at periodic intervals. Footfalls, he thought with a shudder - Mbrogia must be enormous. Closer and closer, with each passing moment the tremors became heavier, shaking his whole body. "Don't look," hissed Beluriel, beside him. Jacob jerked his head in a frightened nod. Then Mbrogia entered the room. It felt like an explosion had gone off. There was a roar, and a rush of hot air that nearly threw Jacob flat on his back. The temptation to look was strong, but he resisted, and kept his head bowed. A stench of sulphur filled the cavern, a taste like hot ash in his mouth. In his mind's eye he pictured a towering beast wreathed in flame; an awesome, majestic creature glowing with a terrible fire. Maybe just a small peek. Just for a second. Just to see... No! He squeezed his eyelids together. A loud grating sound, a harsh crackle like breaking rock. The demon lord was speaking, and the sound of it was like a mountain crumbling to dust. Then another voice, softer, subordinate. Beluriel, he realised. The conversation was beyond him, he could only kneel, and tremble. The succubus' earlier words echoed in his thoughts: His form is not something your imagination could withstand... There was a sudden surge of heat, and a wash of sulphurous air over his face. He could feel the demon lord's presence, terrifyingly close, as though Mbrogia's face was only inches from his - the urge to open his eyes was overwhelming, he had to look, he had to see - His eyelids cracked open - *** For the second time in recent memory, Jacob awoke to find himself lying naked on a bed, with Beluriel looking down at him. He blinked, focusing, and only then noticed the longer, lighter hair. Zephara! Eyes suddenly wide, he scrambled backward. Zephara laughed. "Bit jittery, isn't he? I really don't know what you see in him, Bel." Beluriel walked over to stand beside Zephara, and Jacob looked back and forth between the two succubi. "What happened?" "You should be dead twice over now." Zephara jerked a thumb in Beluriel's direction. "But you're not, thanks to her." "What do you mean?" Zephara looked at Beluriel, who remained silent, and then back at Jacob. "I think I'll leave you two alone. Stay out of trouble, little Jacob. Come find me if you get lonely, and we can pick up where we left off." She shot him a teasing wink, and sauntered out of the room. "What did she mean? What's happening?" For a long moment Beluriel said nothing. Finally, she sighed. "When Zephara... when she tried to drain you, you were barely alive. I should have let you die, but I..." "What?" Jacob sat up on the bed. "I fed you." "You... fed me?" "That place I showed you, I wanted to tell you... that is where the souls are taken, for Mbrogia to feed --" "Wait a minute! You fed me with that? You fed me... souls?" In all this time Beluriel had not made eye contact. Now she looked at him, eyes flashing. "I should have let you die," she said fiercely. "I stole from Mbrogia. I stole from him to keep your pathetic body alive. I should have let you die!" Then her shoulders slumped, her voice dropping to a whisper. "He found out you were here. He wanted you dead. And I... I stole from him again." Jacob shook his head. "I don't understand. In that place... that place with the souls. When you were talking to him..." "He asked why I brought you here. And then he killed you." "I don't... wow." Jacob fell back onto the bed, staring at the ceiling. "I don't believe this." A couple of days ago the biggest thing he had to worry about was the rent. A couple of days - it struck him that he didn't even know that for sure. It could well have been much more than two days. "This is crazy. How is that even possible? Am I still the same person? I still feel the same." But even as he said that a certain doubt began to form. He remembered that feeling of detachment he had felt earlier, when he first awoke in Beluriel's bed. Beluriel shrugged. "Mother would know." "Mother?" "I don't know what to do with you. If you stay here, Mbrogia will surely find out, and that would be the end, for both of us. Mother will know what to do." A sudden swell of anger drove Jacob to his feet. "Stop talking about me like I'm not here! I never asked for any of this. You got me into this! I'm tired of your games - just tell me what is going on!" Beluriel grabbed him by the neck and slammed him into the wall. His feet dangled several inches from the ground. "Games? You think I wanted this? Do you know what Mbrogia will do to me if he finds out I've stolen from him? You asked me to bring you here. You started this." Jacob struggled against her grip, his hands wrapped around her forearm, but she didn't budge. As suddenly as it had come, the anger left. "Then... why? Why did you do all this?" "I'll take you to Mother." She released him, and he fell to the ground with a thud. "Mother will know what to do." *** "I'm sorry I shouted at you earlier," Jacob said. They were walking down a long, dark tunnel. The ground was uneven, and sloped gently downward. "You saved my life. I should be grateful. I just... I don't know what came over me. I'm not even sure that was me talking. I've been feeling strange ever since the first time you... well. Did you know this was going to happen?" Beluriel said nothing. Both naked, their bare feet slapped against the rough stone. "Why won't you talk? Are you angry with me or something?" "I am not angry with you." "Oh." The tunnel widened out slightly, and began to level off. "So... who is this Mother, anyway?" "She used to be a demon lord." Now a faint spark of light appeared in the distance, growing steadily larger as they approached. "Used to be? What happened?" "She grew powerful. Too powerful. Mbrogia and the other demon lords banded together and banished her." The spark of light turned out to be a glowing ball set into the wall, and fastened in place by a mass of tendrils. It marked a point where the tunnel widened out into a cave, with more lighted orbs at regular intervals, all connected by the tendrils. A thin mist blanketed the ground, writhing in gentle swirls. "Wait here," Beluriel said, and she disappeared into the depths of the cave. Left alone, Jacob looked around. Everything was dark, except for the islands of light provided by the glowing spheres. As he watched, a sudden pulse of light ran along the network of tendrils from sphere to sphere, traversing the entire perimeter of the cave in a brief instant, revealing curves and turns in the walls where the light vanished and reappeared. Curious, he reached out toward one of the orbs. A sharp jolt made him draw his hand back with a hiss of pain. Silently berating himself, he backed away from the wall. "You shouldn't touch them." Jacob whirled, and a woman stepped into the circle of light. Her skin was pale green, her body wrapped in a loose robe of vines, so that only her legs and head were visible. Her hair was green as well, and thickly braided, framing a round face. He backed away slowly. "Who are you?" She moved toward him. Her expression was calm, her head tilted slightly as she regarded him. "I am Alraune. Who are you?" "I'm... Jacob. Look, I don't want any trouble --" "Don't be afraid. I'm not going to hurt you. Why are you here?" "I'm, uh..." Jacob shook his head. "I'm not sure. I'm looking for answers, I guess." A single vine detached itself from her robe and reached out to stroke his face. Jacob flinched, but the touch of the vine was soothing and gentle, and he relaxed. "You seem upset," she said. "Don't be." Then more vines reached out, unmaking the robe, revealing her full figure. She had no arms - those were her arms, her shoulders ending in a tangle of vines that had been draped around her body. Her upper torso seemed human, with firm breasts sitting high on her chest, topped by hard, pointed nipples; but below that was an opening like a flower between her legs, surrounded by small, dark green petals. The vines twisted around his body, gripping him tightly, pulling him into her embrace. Her face was inches from his, her breasts pressed into his chest, her nipples digging into his skin. Jacob struggled vainly. "What are you doing? Let me go!" "I want to show you what I can do. I want to make you feel better. But you shouldn't... you know." She bit her lip shyly. "You shouldn't cum in me. It wouldn't be good for you. Just tell me when to stop, okay?" Jacob could only gasp as her syrupy tunnel closed around him. The sensation was almost too much to bear. She gripped his cock as tightly as a rubber glove, yet as softly as a breath of air. The heat of her sent searing bolts of pure pleasure racing up his spine. He arched his back helplessly, but the vines were holding him firmly in place against her, and he couldn't move. She kissed his cheek as her silken walls squeezed once around his shaft, then relaxed. "You should close your mouth," she whispered in his ear, "before something gets inside it." Then she sealed her lips over his, and her tongue darted out to tangle with his. He tasted her lips, sweet and tangy. Again he tried to thrust into her; again she held him still, as she began a series of contractions, rippling waves that flowed up and down his turgid prick. Her inner walls seemed to trace every ridge, every contour of his cock, ascending, descending, building up a torturous pressure in his balls. It felt like she was milking him, and he was powerless to stop her. A large part of him didn't want her to stop: it felt so good. Each fluttering surge seemed to pinpoint his most sensitive spots, applying exquisite friction to his overwrought nerves. Weakly he tried to find purchase for his arms, but the vines were coiled around his shoulders, and each time he tried to grab one it slipped effortlessly out of his grasp. He moaned into her mouth. She broke the kiss and licked her way back to his ear, nibbling lightly at his skin. "Shhh. Just relax and enjoy this. Doesn't it feel good? Forget about whatever's making you sad. No need to struggle. No need to do anything, just enjoy." The throbs and pulses came harder and faster now. Jacob was panting, gasping, floating in a sea of pleasure, lost to the sensations. He could feel his orgasm rapidly approaching, the tightening in his balls, the pulsing urgency in his cock. Alraune leaned back a little to study his face. "Are you getting close?" Another series of ripples, and Jacob groaned. She giggled. "You're getting close! Remember, you have to tell me when to stop. Okay?" She tilted her head and smiled at him. But Jacob couldn't speak. He could barely hear her over the roar of blood in his ears. His heart was pounding frantically, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Held firmly in her grasp, unable to move, the tension in his muscles couldn't be released and only added to the feeling of helplessness. And through all this the vision that swam before his fevered eyes was the very picture of innocence: those wide green eyes, that angelic smile. He could almost believe that this was all an accident, that she didn't mean to kill him, that she really would stop, if only he could just say something... "Alraune! Leave him." And suddenly, she stopped. The vines retracted, and Jacob fell to the floor in a heap. "I was only trying to help, Mother." "I know, dear. But look at him!" Jacob felt soft hands gripping his arms from behind, lifting him to his feet. Alraune was looking at him guiltily. "I'm sorry. I was only trying to help." His knees were weak, he could barely stand - but looking into those wide green eyes, he could not bring himself to anger. "It's... okay. I'm all right," he said. "I hope you feel better!" She beamed at him. "All right, Alraune. Leave us now." The hands moved to his shoulders and spun him around, and Jacob found himself face to face with Mother. She was beautiful. She was short, about a head shorter than he was, but her presence was almost overpowering. Her skin was ivory white, pale and smooth. Her hair was long, colourless, almost transparent; it seemed to dissolve into wisps of smoke that wreathed her body, covering her tantalising curves without hiding them in the slightest: her legs long and toned, her hips pleasingly wide, her breasts huge for her small frame. Her face was chiseled beauty, and she regarded him with eyes so deep and calm they seemed to make time stand still. "So you are Jacob. Bel has told me about you." "She... she didn't tell me much about you." Her pale lips curved into a smile. "All in good time. First I must apologise for Alraune. We do not often have visitors, and she gets carried away." She held his face in her hands. "Be still now," she whispered. She leaned forward, and softly brushed her lips against his. It was only for an instant, but Jacob felt a surge of peace and calm flow through him. His muscles felt fresh, rejuvenated. He was still hard, but that insistent urge to cum had faded. He felt a strong compulsion to fall to his knees, but her hands held him steady. For a moment he simply stood and stared at her, the light mist swirling around his feet. Her gentle voice broke him out of his trance. "Now, you must have questions." "I don't know what's happening." Her presence was soothing, and Jacob wanted to empty his heart to her, to this incredible creature. "I was just living my life, and then suddenly... all this... Beluriel said she fed me, I -- what does that mean? Why would she do that? Am I still... the same? What is happening to me?" "How much do you know of the succubi, Jacob?" "Well... not much, I guess." Mother seemed to consider her words for a few seconds. "The succubi were my creation. I used to be a demon lord, like Mbrogia. We fed on human souls, but there was no good way of obtaining them. We sent our minions to capture humans and drag them back here, but the humans fought back. It was a long, drawn out process, and food was scarce. The other demon lords simply continued with their brutishness, but I took a different approach. I studied the humans and their ways, their desires and their nature. And then... I created the succubi. I found a way to infuse my minions with a portion of humanity, with a tiny bit of human soul. With that they were able to seduce the humans, to use their lusts against them, and take their souls easily. I spread knowledge of summoning rituals among the humans, gave them enticements to encourage them to doom themselves. I grew powerful, Jacob... I gorged myself on this new, plentiful source, and the other demon lords could only watch in envy." She paused, and Jacob could see sadness in her eyes. He listened, enthralled, as she went on. "But their jealous rage would not allow me to continue. They banded their strength, stole my creation, and banished me here to starve. All I have now are a few of my minions, like Alraune." "I'm... sorry," Jacob said. Mother had just confessed to feeding on countless human souls, yet Jacob could feel nothing but pity for her. She seemed so human in her sadness! "There is nothing you can do. Without access to souls... soon I will be no more." She glided a finger down his cheek. "But to answer your question, the first summoning is a delicate time for a succubus. Like a newborn infant needing guidance from its parents, the succubus needs some form of stability." "Beluriel said there was a script, or something like that." "Yes. It was her first summoning. She should have taken your soul, and if she had she would have become a slave to Mbrogia just like all his other succubi." "So when I asked her to bring me here..." "If you had only begged for your life, she would have been prepared, but what you did was unusual. She did not know what to do, and she had to make a choice. Choice, Jacob. That is not something a succubus is used to." Jacob nodded slowly. He was beginning to understand. Then he looked around. "Where is she, anyway?" "She is waiting for you outside. You must leave this place. Mbrogia will be looking for you. He is a proud creature, and he will not let you live once he finds out you have stolen from him." "Can't we stay? I mean, where can we go?" Mother reached out and stroked his cock with her long fingers. He gasped at the intensity of the sensation. "I am starving, Jacob," she said quietly. "Don't tempt me." He shuddered. "I understand," he said, backing away. "One more thing before you go. You may feel as though you have been thrust into this against your will... but Beluriel has been dragged from her world just as you have been from yours. If he succeeds in finding you, she will suffer far more at Mbrogia's hands than you will. Think of that the next time you feel your anger rising." Jacob blushed, remembering his earlier outburst. "I will. Thank you... thank you for everything." He turned around when he reached the entrance of the cave, but she was gone. There was only the lighted darkness, and the swirling mist. *** They were some distance away from Mother's cave, walking down another long tunnel, when Beluriel spoke for the first time. "What did she say to you?" "She told me how she created the succubi. And she told me that Mbrogia will be looking for us. Do you... do you have a plan? What are we going to do?" The succubus shook her head. "Run. Hide. Keep running. I don't know." Tentatively, Jacob reached out a hand and laid it on Beluriel's shoulder. "Look... whatever happened before, whatever happens now... we're together in this. Okay?" She turned to look at him. In the dim light of the tunnel it was hard to make out her expression - was she smiling? "Okay," she said.