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The Succubus Experiment

By: AceSpartiate



The Succubus Experiment. - The Continuation

This is a continuation of two story lines.

The Teenage Succubus series that I really wanted to finish as a stand alone, and The Lexon Experiment.

Teenage Succubus is a two parter that I left hanging. Some of the unanswered questions are in here.

The Lexon Experiment was an introduction to this story.

I wholly advise reading those three shirt stories before reading this.

This story can be read by itself, but was written with it in mind that readers would have already have some background into the Succubus tales.

Enjoy the Erotica!

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"What? What are you... How, why?" My broken speech was occasionally interrupted by Jessica's sputtering and shock.

"Relax Lieutenant, a fling in the bathroom doesn't concern me." She leaned her slim, official clad form against the door. "I think you know what does concern me though."

"Look here," Jessica stammered out as she hurriedly buttoned up her blouse, quite blatantly forgetting that her legs were still spread wide in the air. "I don't know..."

"No I'd rather not look thank you very much. And yes, you don't know."

Jessica practically fell off of the toilet reaching for her purse. She hurriedly pulled out the missing pair of panties and slid them on. Krauss kept the door blocked and I had nowhere to go. Jessica and I kept bumping together in our pathetic attempts to cover ourselves.

I wanted to get hard so bad, to freeze time and just disappear. But Bob the Builder of mighty orgasms was just too tired to stand up anymore. Even when Jessica half pushed past me and ended up squeezing next to me, her panty clad hips grinding into my groin, I couldn't get it up.

Jessica tried to speak again.

Krauss just lazily pointed at her.

Jessica put more pressure on me, sliding a hand down my finally buttoned jeans. Her other hand went to her face. Talented fingers softly stroked me in silence, more fingers removed her glasses and licked the glob of semen from the lenses.

Krauss was locked in her position, never moving even when Jessica planted a cum soaked kiss on her lips.

Jessica lightly pushed Krauss' hand away, then jumped back against my chest.

"Don't worry," Krauss said, "I can only manipulate others like that." She licked her lips in some sort of perverse gratification.

"What the fuck!" Jessica yelled.

"Didn't I just shut you up? Do you want me to gag you?"

Jessica's eyes were wide with fear. She clung to me, hiding as best she could.

"When do we leave Krauss? I assume you're reactivating my commission?"

"Correct. You have fifteen minutes." With that she turned on her heels, and walked away leaving a terrified Jessica shaking next to me. I did my best to hide my own fears by standing tall and slipping back into my old military persona.

"I'd better go."

"They're going to kill me aren't they?"

"What? Jessica no. They wouldn't do that."

"They do in the movies and books I read."

"No."

We finished dressing and cleaning up with the bathroom sinks.

I left Jessica back outside of Audry's room and searched out Krauss.

In the light of day outside of the hospital I found her. She hadn't aged a day.

Literally.

Secret Service slacks, blazer, and a white button up shirt. No wrinkles on her face, her 'red boned' features as southerners would call her mixed heritage still showed not a single sign of times slow crawl towards death.

She nodded towards her pointed finger at her side. A finger pointed at me.

"Thank you for noticing. My age that is."

"Talk."

"Not here."

"Where?"

- Here - I heard in my head.

Catching on I thought back 

- Explain. -

- Do you remember the black room? -

- Off limits, and magnetically sealed. Yea I remember. -

- Thirteen years ago we caught something. We store it there. -

- And? -

- You'll receive a full briefing back at Core 37 -

- Fine. What about Jessica? -

- Nothing. What's she going to say that anyone will believe. You know how this works, she talks and our credibility goes up just from the ridiculous claim. -

A black Tahoe pulled up as if by command. Krauss got in.

Maybe I shouldn't have followed.

But I did.

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Firearms are cold. I knew that, but the glock felt warm in my hands.

Alive.

All six targets fell within seconds.

"Even better than before when you were practicing."

"Where is my explanation?"

"Just one more test."

Krauss led me through the halls of Core 37 to a large underground maze.

"You have one minute to make it to the other side."

"Starting when?"

"Twelve seconds ago."

"Fuck."

I jumped off of the raised platform overlooking the maze. Sprinting down hallways until I inevitably got stuck and lost. I leapt at a wall, taking a few steps on it to grab a video camera attached at the apex of a corner.

Twisting my now uniformed body up to the top of the wall was way too easy.

It was going to be one interesting explanation I thought to myself.

I instinctively dodged a bean bag fired from atop an overlook.

One hell of an explanation.

I ran headlong towards the finish line. Dodging bean bag after bean bag. Leaping over the last wall I found six men waiting for me armed with night sticks.

Fuck.

I took the first one out when I hit the floor. Palming his face and using my momentum to slam him down to the concrete floor.

Another fell when I grabbed a night stick from a charging soldier and rammed it into the throat of his compatriot.

The stolen night stick quickly alternated from a throat to its former owners skull and then flung through the air i heard it crush another's nose.

Leaping easily I crushed a windpipe between my knees. I rolled forward over his body and flung him at the last guy.

I was over the line.

I wasn't even sweating.

Groans of plastered soldiers had me scared of myself. Where had that come from?

Krauss.

She entered and I cut her off.

"You've got some splainin to do Lucy."

"Forty three seconds. Why not just jump over them?"

"I can do that?"

"You're seriously going to ask me that after flinging a guy with your knees?"

"Good point."

"Follow me Lieutenant."

Finally.

More black hallways and endless turns.

"This part of Core 37, I've never seen it."

"You're in the black room. It's a whole division dedicated to the retention of Lilith. A maze of hallways and magnetic hotspots."

"Lilith."

"Yes Marks, Lilith. Surprised?"

"After flinging a guy with my knees?"

"You should be." She opened a door, a plain door identical to the others.

Inside was a mahogany rectangular table. Bare of any chairs or papers it was the only thing inside. One of the walls however, was lined with soldiers peering through what was probably a one way mirror.

Each and every soldier was female.

"What's with the girls?"

"Every one of those girls is as capable as you." Krauss replied. "In fact, your the only male to survive the process."

"What process? It was six years ago and all I remember was signing a document I wasn't allowed to read and then boom, gassed. Well, I remember the other guys that never came out. You're telling me they all died?"

"That's as it was for us all. You however, took far longer to react to her blood."

"What? Who's blood?" I knew the answer before she answered.

"Lilith's."

"Fuck."

"Your actually quite accurate with that statement Marks."

"You didn't."

"No, but fucking was involved. It always is with Lilith's powers. The original and only surviving Succubus."

"Okay I saw some freaky stuff back in the day, but you're not going to convince me that fiction is suddenly reality."

"Even after tossing a guy with your knees? Marks, go to the mirror."

I obeyed.

I shouldn't have.

What I saw was incredible even as it was horrible.

A woman, floated in the center of a vast room. A room flooded by shriveled corpses.

I wanted to puke. I also wanted so badly to walk in there. A foreign force pulled at me to just walk right in there.

"Let me in."

"What! No!" One of the soldiers shouted at me.

"You go in there and you're dead."

"Let me in."

Krauss did something unexpected.

She nodded and a section of one of the walls rolled back.

"You're of her blood. She can't steal from you. Only give. She can however, rip you limb to limb. In there we've saturated the room with magnetic forces. You won't have any powers, and hers are only minimized. But please, go right ahead and step through there." Krauss motioned at the door.

I walked through, feeling every gaping mouth glued to my back.

The wall resealed behind me and another opened ahead of me.

The smell practically knocked me out.

I think it did knock me out.

When I woke some time later, the demon woman stood over me. I was in the middle of room on what appeared to be the wooden table from the observing room.

"I sent the bodies away."

I dared not speak, her voice was like a melody.

"It took quite a bit of power to transport that many bodies. But you're worth it my child."

"Child?" I couldn't believe I had actually spoken.

"Not of my loins, but of my blood. I can smell it. You know I've never had a boy? What do boys like? Do you want to play catch?"

"I'm a grown man lady, and I have parents already."

"Had parents, I see they passed a few years ago."

"Twenty years ago is more than a few."

"When you've been around as long as I have it doesn't seem that way." She seemed truly genuine in her dotty words.

"I'm human, how long have you been around exactly?"

"Ha! Before there was writing my child. Do you expect me to really keep track of that?"

"I guess not. The bodies, where are they?"

"Teleporting takes power, and in here I'm limited. I got them up to that observatory room." she smiled, sensing my next question. "I can't teleport myself out of here. Manipulating other things is simple compared to teleporting myself. The difference in power needed is massive. Even at full strength I notice the difference."

"Oh."

"I called you in here."

"Is that what it was?"

"Yes, I need you to find your sisters. And not those fakes out there buried in rotting corpses. They stole their powers, unlike you who had no idea. Do not believe it when they tell you different."

"Oh."

I sat up and let my feet dangle off of the tall table.

"I will tell you this to aid you, sex is your power. As you are at the moment the more of it you have the stronger you will get, and the longer you live. You're not immortal like my true daughters, but sickness and age will not tarnish you."

"Krauss said you were the only one of your kind."

"Untrue." she whispered into my ear, leaning against my side. Her head resting on my shoulder.

"There are, an undisclosed amount." I could feel her smile beaming a hairs breadth from my ear. "You'll know soon enough."

She was so seductive. Even the way she sat spelled sex. Her sheer white toga revealing skin in all the right places, even some wrong places too. Her hair almost burned it was so red.

Her eyes though, the blackest things I've ever seen, had me scared shitless. It was like looking into a vortex of sin and strife.

I kept my gaze away from them. Focusing instead on the way her breasts could fill valleys, and the way her torso dipped down to the most versatile hips man had ever known. Hips that both begged to be dominated and probably invented domination.

Legs crept on forever, toned by what I only knew by instinct to be millennia of dance.

Enraptured.

The spell wasn't broken until my back had hit the table, our clothing gone in a whisp of black.

She had wings. Black wings enveloped by black flames. Sprouting from her shoulder blades.

I was mounted like some animal put out to breed.

She rode me, every muscle in her demonic body flexing with power.

"I'm going to do something I've never done," she whispered into my ear, "I'm going to give you a power I've never bestowed before."

I didn't speak, I just let this happen. It wasn't like regular sex. This was like being enveloped in a singularity. Emptiness my only companion as I was completely filled by an unearthly pleasure. I couldn't even concentrate on how it felt to be inside of her. It was more like she was inside of me, corrupting every cell of my body.

Her wings flapped once, sending plumes of black smoke swirling around us.

Then she kissed me.

My throat screamed pain at me as jets of that black fire poured into my body.

Power replaced the emptiness and without notice my hands gripped her sides.

She was cold.

She was so very hot.

She was unearthly.

I surged forward and she fell back.

Her arms and wings wrapped around my body. I felt her legs caressing my hips and I thrust home.

Her head arched back with her back. Mounds of breast pushed against my chest. Hardened nipples begged for pressure.

We moved together, our hips playing an unnatural tune. Nails scraped over skin and palms hungrily grabbed at each other.

She humped at me like a rutting school girl just getting her first taste of real sex, hips never touching the table.

This entity below me fought for her orgasm, claiming it even as her body betrayed her to kicks and spasms. One of her wings twisted the same way a whore would do her body when over doing a faked orgasm. I lost any semblance of control, my body so torn by pain and pleasure it released.

Our juices mixed in a torrent of flesh fighting flesh, each of us beating pleasure out of the other.

I passed out like the women I had violated earlier. Crumpled over on this most definitely dangerous woman who coo'd in my ear. I was over stimulated in every way.

The table felt different when I slowly woke. It felt softer. The room's aroma had lost its overbearing stench of death as well.

I smelled... layers and layers of perfumes?

God I had no idea it was even possible to fuck like that I thought to myself.

"That's because it isn't!" Lilith's perky voice seemed distant.

"What do you mean?" The table was different. It was covered in fatigues. I picked up a thickly padded bra next to my head. Basic black, no frills.

"Well its not possible for me to exist is it? By conventional wisdom that is."

I turned onto my side to look at Lilith. My head was resting on a swath of panties, some many colors, some naughty, some not. Lilith was dancing, her rhythms not affecting her ability to speak at all.

"Had to make my baby boy comfortable now didn't I?" She motioned to the clothes, not breaking her mystical motions in the least.

"Oh, um thanks. Maybe you shouldn't call me that."

"My baby boy? Now that is just bad parenting!"

"How an I going to find your daughters?"

"Your sisters?"

"Um yeah."

"I kissed you."

"Yes, yes you did."

"Once you leave this room, you'll know where the closest one is at all times. I blessed you, freed your powers from their boring little latent state. You'll no longer require stimulation to use them. Rather you'll fuel your powers through sex." She had the most innocent expression I'd ever seen. Was this even the same woman?

"Right."

"I also gave you something." She giggled happily as she twirled to a seated position beside me on the table.

She slid a finger under her dress, pulling it back out into my vision with a glob of my partially dried semen.

Her eyes gleamed black as she suckled on that finger, enjoying our combined tastes. I could see her cheeks contract sharply when she sucked, and her tongue swishing it around when she gave me a naughty show of it.

She swallowed slowly. Tracing a different finger over my chest she whispered. "I gave you hellfire. My one and only non sexually based power."

"Hellfire. Like brimstone and such?"

She giggled again. "Yes, and such. Once I was damned, my first lover after Adam was um, how should I put this."

"I'm sure I'd believe anything at this point."

"Don't." Her eyes were still black. "Don't believe everything you hear."

"Yes ma'am." Freaky.

Several seconds passed after her outburst. 

"Lucifer." She mumbled.

"What?"

"Lucifer silly! He was my first lover after Adam."

"Huh."

"Well the poor little fallen angel of light thought I wasn't a big girl and thought I needed protection. Me being so" her voice did that teenager thing when they thing something is awesome, " saweeet in bed and all!."

"So he gave me hellfire. It's so cool! Like you can totally incinerate anything, sending them to hell in a super cool blast of this back awesome fire."

Gee thanks I thought.

"How do I control it then?"

"Oh it's will power based. Just want it." She shrugged her shoulders like it was nothing.

I tested it on a pair of the cutest little baby blue panties.

I just barely got the thought off in my head when they erupted in black fire.

"You're going to make some saucy little demoness down there a very happy girl if you keep that up."

I chuckled, this could be useful, and also very dangerous. What if I just got mad at something and sent them to hell?

"Well silly, you'd have to concentrate. If you don't specifically want them gone off to hell they aren't going."

"Side note. The clothes, where'd you get them?"

"The guards up there." She pointed to the blacked out glass.

Shit. I had forgotten about them. When I got out of here they were going to fuck me up.

"Oh fuzzy bunny, you can't die! You weren't immortal, but I blessed you. They can hurt you, even disintegrate you. But you'll reform eventually. Sex is in the air, you'll naturally feed on it. Besides, you just had some" plenty of emphasis was put on the upcoming words, "earth shattering sex."

"And that keeps me free of bullets how?"

"I wear off a good bit of my appeal on those I fuck. For the next while everyone is going to want to either have inside of them or be inside of you. Whatever their generics allow for."

"Shit."

"Oh fluffy bunny, just freeze time and move past the guys."

"I am not getting hard around guys."

"Will powah!" Man she was a strange one. "Unlocked, your time power is also will power based. That is unless you get wicked low on juice. You'll just go nuts and start fucking without a shred of control."

"So stay well fucked. Got it."

"Yup!"

I got up to leave, already missing her presence.

"Oh cuddle bunny! Once you leave, look up Jasmine first. She's my youngest daughter and the least likely to annihilate you before you have a chance to explain."

"Thanks."

"She's a platinum blonde, natural of course. Tiny little waist, quite breakable looking. Betting she's gotten a bunch of experience in the last thirteen years though so watch out! I blessed her when she was just a wee high school teeny so she's not going to be waltzing around as a mid wife."

The hidden door opened and I slipped through. It's companion door swayed open.

I could feel a new power rising in me as soon as I was free of the magnetic forces in Lilith's room. Freezing time would be cake now.

The smell of decay had me gagging my way through the door. The room was piled high with corpses.

Getting past the horde of nude soldier women turned on by Lilith's trick was so very easy.

They rushed towards the door.

SNAP

Time froze with ease.

I darted around them, and exited to the maze of halls.

Once alone out there I both unlocked time to conserve energy and bolted down the hall.

Mistake.

Krauss, unlike at any time I had ever seen her before, tackled me into a doorless room.

"I can't let you go, have to follow you to the daughters. Have GOT to have this cock inside of me."

Fingers skillfully wrapped around my worked up cock through my jeans. She buried her tongue in my mouth, swirling it around, begging for attention.


The Succubus Experiment Ch. 02



- Stories that lead up to this -

- Teenage Succubus

- Teenage Succubus Chapter 2

- The Lexon Experiment

- The Succubus Experiment - The Continuation

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They had both known the instant Jasmine had been taken.

Marks hadn't known how to "sense", but the instant loss of her was easy to recognize when it happened.

He was also starting to get wicked nervous around Jade.

She hadn't spoken a word.

Neither of them had.

They didn't bother checking out of the motel. The clerk didn't seem to mind, especially when the door lock melded inside of it's frame.

They had been to two locations. One where Marks had acquired a nine mil glock.

The other had been a sort of refueling for the both of them.

It had been a sweet couple just arriving at their beautiful home simultaneously from work. He had watched Jade enthrall the man, turning a respectable businessman into a babbling man whore.

His own attempts at enthralling the woman had been spotty. She wholly accepted the sex, but by no means had she gone insta-freak.

There was an accepting partnership between the two succubi.

A partnership of silence.

It wasn't until they were checked into a different hotel that Jade broke the silence.

"The pretty girl, the one at the desk. I need you to feed on her."

"I'm full."

"It's not for you. I'm going to New York to get Rath. My mode of transportation will take a lot out of me."

Marks didn't argue that he didn't have the slightest clue on how to give her power. He didn't do a thing other than just nod in acceptance of the task.

Jade meandered into the bathroom, "We succubi don't have regular sex. I'm sure you've noticed how intense it can become. In you're emotional state you might drain her if I'm not there to stop it. I do not want to come back to a hotel room filled with bodies."

Marks nodded again.

"Are you going to find that gremlin friend of yours?"

Jade leaned out of the bathroom.

"No."

All he saw was a tornado of flame.

And then she vanished.

Jade was gone.

Marks wasn't scared of the residual fire left behind, just shocked by the event. Nevertheless he still rushed to pat out the flames charing the tiled bathroom.

When crisis hits, men don't think. And even if there is a brief bout of emotionalism, when they take action it is with a cold and quiet mind.

That was the state Lexon Marks found himself in.

It gave him an eerily competent amount of control.

When he opened the door to the check in desk in the lobby, he found that someone had already stopped by and fixed the melted lock. Actually, the whole door seemed new. Odd.

Behind the door he found his prey.

A cute little blonde probably just trying to save money for college.

At least she'd be going there with memories.

He approached her.

"Oh hello sir! How may I help..." her voice drifted off, caught in his newfound succubi ability to enthrall. Eyes started graying over before she opened the door to her station. She peeled off cute layers of cotton as she moved, completely accepting what was to come.

The lime green sweater vest was the first thing to go, followed by her skin tight jeans. When she opened the door she backpedaled to the desk, unclasping the matching lime green bra and panties from her petite form. God how those breasts had looked, overflowing their confinement righteously. She didn't bother with her white tennis shoes or the short green socks.

Marks couldn't fathom the reason why his mind automatically compared her to Jaz.

Nor did he care.

It was a reason to think of the tiny angel.

Jasmine had hair like soft snow, pure to the core. This girl's hair was just so... human. Dirty blond locks curled around her heart shaped face. A thin neck melded to compact shoulders.

Breasts nearly twice the size of Jasmine's hung just a little too low on her torso, the thin waist only barely hinting at a flare. Not the impressive hips of a goddess. Her arms and legs were toned, skin tanned and blotted by the sun. Not the smooth, healthy deep copper that Jasmine had.

She was beautiful by anyone's standards.

She just didn't compare.

There were none of the ethereal qualities he wanted. Just... normalcy.

The girl started to speak, to ignorantly ask what he wanted with her body.

Marks shushed her, picked her up and sat her on the counter to face him. Her weight had been slight. Jasmine would have been like a feather.

Her legs parted around his suit clad body.

"Please..." She moaned into his ear.

His hand leaped at her neck, silencing her again. The other held her left breast in hand, the weighty softness of it pleasing to him.

Her fingers furiously undid his belt and slacks while her chest heaved with imprinted need.

"Oh my god, I just.. oh please give me..."

Marks couldn't help but roll his eyes at the teen's impatience. He let her finish plying his clothes away for a more complete contact.

Her vagina was swollen and red. Liquid already leaked a minuscule trail down her plump buttocks hanging off of the counter.

Her most redeeming quality? She had a massive clitoris. The large bud swelled from between her lips.

Marks had already experienced enough sex as a succubi to give credence to Jade's claim of their sex being supernatural, but he had yet to screw a girl with such a potential for orgasm.

She squealed when he pushed the tip of him into her.

Her hands grasped for something, anything to brace upon. The slender back of this girl scraped and writhed against the raised portion of the check in desk.

Eyes rolled back in time with her head when he pushed further in. Her thin stomach contracting sharply to reveal a vague vision of ribs. She expanded outward just as quickly, ballooning in a most inelegant manner.

Bloated then skinny, she struggled to accommodate his cock. Buried to the back of her, she alternated from scraping her nails on various portions of his flesh to her swollen breasts.

Those needy breasts seemed to swell in time with her core. Beading skin quivered with every slow thrust. Her tempting legs struggled to find a way to pull him farther in.

There was no more 'in' to be had. She was well and truly filled. Her skinny stomach expanded not only with her natural breathing, but almost unnaturally by his penetration.

Did Lilith's blessing enhance more than just his interaction with time?

Finally she went slack, liquid oozing inside of her around his throbbing member. Her core fluttered and milked, aching for what he could deliver. Unlike the frenzy of most true orgasms he'd seen, this girl's body went motionless, bombarded by the stimulation they each provided to it.

He felt her life force pour into him.

Mood still unknown he went to pull out, uncaring for his own climax. He had what he came for.

"No!" She screamed and latched her body to his.

Her mid-air hips slapped against his, her expression gaping and panicked.

Marks just held her, allowing her to take control in his arms. Their bodies met continuously, the sounds of slapping flesh and quiet, gurgled screams echoed throughout the moderately sized room.

"My boyfriend, oh my god!" She clasped Marks' head between her hands and pressed her forehead to his. "Please god, fuck me..."Her voice became guttural. "Teach me how to fuck like this with my boyfriend."

Marks ignored the comment. There was no real way to answer it.

He was starting to get amazingly annoyed at her frenzy.

Laying the girl beneath him on the floor he took over, plastering his cock against every millimeter of her womanly flesh. Her back arched up to him, her tennis shoe clad feet giving off screeches of contact with the linoleum floor.

As soon as he came inside of her, he allowed the cum to soak into the soft flesh for barely a moment before un-imbedding himself from her.

More of her life force gladly sacrificed itself to him in return for the pleasurable experience.

She continued on, one hand waving like a disc jockey in a desperate attempt to recover the loss of him. With her other hand she wantonly penetrated herself. The sticky sounds of her hand against her leggy apex replacing his balls filled the room.

Maybe he had overdone the Enthrallment.

Maybe not, he grinned.

Spread out on the floor she refused to stop begging her body for more, thrashing with every spurred on orgasm.

Marks calmly cleaned himself with the paperwork lining the desk, and pulled up his pants again.

When he left the room she was still back there on the floor, door wide open. Un-hushed moans and squeals resounded throughout the entire complex.

Marks calmly tipped his head at an utterly embarrassed elderly woman on his way back to the room.

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Once the flames subsided, Jade found herself bathed in luxury.

She had worked with Rath on several occasions. Over the centuries she had learned his demonic signature, and just went after it.

He probably had some demon way of doing the same thing.

Rath was sitting at the head of a large table lit by candlelight and surrounded by demons in human form. He was not in the least bit showing surprise.

"Lieutenants, it is my pleasure to introduce one of the oldest and most powerful daughters of Lilith."

He hadn't lost that cocky grin after all she mused.

"Here before you, is a vastly sexual creature that despite her sister's resentfulness to our cause, has over the centuries provided me with assistance in not only survival, but career. She can immolate you with pleasure, intoxicate every cell in your hellish bodies. She is a trusted friend."

"Quite the introduction Rath."

Jade knew the affect her voice had on non succubi and laid it on thick.

"I'm looking for assistance of my own this time." She didn't even have to try. By the time she had slunk over to the desk, she could feel the air being saturated by demonic desires emanating from the chorus of powerful beings at the table.

"By all means, make your proposal." It was an old jest, Rath had been trying to bed her as long as they had known each other.

With a wave of his hand the lieutenants shimmered away, sent away by Rath's centuries old strength.

All save for one. A female demon who stayed annoying close to his seat.

"The concubine?"

"She is no concubine Jade, let me introduce her. This is Cordra, a special envoy sent by the master himself to aid us in our endeavors."

"Lucifer knows?" This could not be a good thing.

"He still has the hots for your mother." The demoness offered.

"Well she's definitely over him."

Jade caught the roll of pleasure pass over Cordra's face.

"What kind of demon are you exactly girl?" Her interest was peaked.

"Oh I'm no girl, in fact I'm quite older than you."

Rath finished for her, "Cordra here is one of the first. A true fallen angel."

Now that was interesting. "I thought they couldn't pass into the earthly plane."

"How I got here would be telling now wouldn't it sweetheart."

"Quite so." Rath chuckled.

Oh wait, Jade thought. She could figure this out. Rath wasn't the true demon of Wrath. He was slowly siphoning power from the fallen angel in hell.

This woman must have done the same with another angel. Making the final product a merging of minds and power.

"So clever!"Cordra clapped. "You have excellent deductive skills."

"And you can read minds."

"Among other things yes."

A small burst of hellfire darkly illuminated the room.

A piece of parchment floated down to Rath's hands.

"Well ladies, it seems that we are going to have visitors soon." He read further. "Strike that." His face went pale with dread. "Just one."

Cordra leaned over to read the parchment, her face contorting into one of excited fear as well.

"What am I missing here?" Jade asked.

"Me."

Jade spun around, catching the remnants of hellfire diminishing from a man.

No, not a man.

Power like that wasn't allowed on earth.

"Oh come now, he cheats." The being pointed upwards. "Sending his spirit to unduly influence people away from their true natures. Why can't I make a little appearance every once in a while? Not allowed..." He scoffed.

This was bad.

That was Lucifer. The fallen angel of light himself.

"Daughter. It pleases me to finally meet you in the flesh after so many millennia." His voice, corrupting to the core, threatened to enthrall Jade. It threatened to steal her away to some very, very bad place.

"Father?"

"That's your father?" Rath was out of his chair, kneeling towards his master.

"This my servants, is yes, my daughter. She is the future of my kingdom on this plane."

"Not if mom and I have anything..."

Her words were cut off, silenced by a mere look from Satan. His expression never changing from a pleasant front of kindness.

"You're mother is in no position to say anything now is she?"

Jade couldn't speak. Her father was far too imposing.

Lucifer stood tall. Taller than most. His face was young, and reminded her of a politician.

If a politician had a mix of male model and mass murder for a face.

"Father," Jade's voice finally freed itself, " how are you here? I thought you couldn't come here."

"A contract, what else? The poor sap that made it wanted money and sex, it was actually far too simple. Bless the soul that invented fine print. Oh wait that was me! Well, I nudged the guy in the right direction."

He continued, " While I can only bring a fraction of my strength here, I thought it an excellent moment to pay you a visit." His grin widened. "Human souls burn out so quickly do they not?"

Jade dared not answer.

"Oh come now daughter dearest, answer your old man."

"Yes sir."

"Yes sir what?"

"They do burn out quickly."

"Yes, yes they do!" Cordra pipped up.

She didn't last long. Hellfire spouted up around her. Engulfing her to hell.

"Interruptions... Oh well, Death never does stay away for too long. She'll be back."

So that's the demon she had dealt with.

Death.

And her birth father had sent it back to hell without even budging.

Jade would never help this creature.

"Oh now that hurts darling! I'm sure you'll come around in the next century or two. Of course I've been saying that since that bloody carpenter left but I'm confident."

"Yes father." Best to agree than be sent to Death's current abode.

"I'd never send you to your room darling, how would you ever get back?"

Rath was infinitely wise in his newfound ability to be silent. His long black hair spilled on the ground from his low, kneeling posture.

"So Rath, I can sense your latent desires for my daughter. Do not hide them around me. Sex is a most glorious sin." Lucifer's eyes gleamed with pride at the demon. "Anyone who desires my baby girl here is in good with my book."

Rath dipped his head lower.

"I do believe that is by no means your business father." Where was this boldness coming from?

"I am the lord and master of such desires, it is most definitely my 'business'. What kind of father would I be if I didn't want to fuck you silly Jade?"

"A really fucked up one!"

"Aww, such compliments. Thank you dear."

He shimmered away, reappearing behind her. Deadly hands gently encompassed her womanly hips.

Jade went rigid with a revolted fear.

"Oh my darling, one day you will beg for my touch right alongside your mother. The two of you will be queens upon this earth, your only responsibility to willingly grant my eternal pleasure."

"But not this day I see." His hands left her and he turned to the room's only other occupant.

"Rath, I granted you liege over this portion of the New World. You have done well, especially in Massachusetts, excellent work there." Lucifer's footsteps were light and controlled as he took a seat at the table.

Jade felt her body move against her will. Gingerly she sat in his lap, her legs crossing seductively and her arm finding itself around her father's shoulders.

Her face showed an intoxicated love, her mind wanted to throw up.

Her body betrayed her. It didn't move outwardly, because Lucifer didn't allow it. But by touching the centre of evil, her body pulsed with her most committed sin. Her body held a sexual high like none she had ever had. It was like an orgasm that just never quit.

Thank god she couldn't move.

"Rescue my bride and ensure my daughter's eternal safety. Accomplish that, and I will give to you dominion over the entire American continents."

Rath finally stood, immediately seating himself in his former chair. His head never raised enough for his black stubble to be seen.

"Yes sire."

"I will ensure a suitable replacement is found to safeguard your current holdings while you are on assignment."

"Yes sire."

"Good then."

The trio vanished simultaneously, leaving an empty room.

When Jade righted herself, she knew exactly where she was.

Core 37.

"What the fuck!" Marks' familiar voice rang out. "How did I get here? Jade! Hey who's the entourage?"

"Son of two humans, you are in the presence of our liege. Bow." Jade couldn't believe the words that came out of her mouth. Her body was finally coming down from the sexual onslaught. Lucifer still kept it hidden from the other two males.

It was hard to think.

"Who?" Marks asked.

"I am light child. I am a glorious blight upon creation. I am the source of power." Lucifer informed Marks.

"You know, I don't like you."

SNAP.

Time frozen, Marks drew his glock and fired.

The bullet stopped just short of his oh so annoyingness.

Eyes blacker than Lilith's raged back at him.

The man moved.

Impossible.

"I am the source of power. I am that I am. I existed before time was even a thought in his mind." He pointed upwards. "Do you seriously think to use such a paltry trick against me?"

"What the fuck?" Marks backpedaled, knowing fear as he had never thought to.

Time resumed, not of Marks' doing.

"I have but one last thing to accomplish here."

Lucifer faced the black walls of Core 37.

"Cover your eyes."

Rath, Jade, and Marks each in turn shaded themselves.

It barely helped.

It saved their lives.

A light brighter than a thousand suns burned around them.

Before it dissipated, they heard a whisper.

"Human souls burn out so quickly... What a shame."

What was left were three dazed creatures of power, and a gaping hole in the side of Core 37.

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Her eyes opened slowly. Having experience with being drugged Jaz recognized the blurry vision and corrupted senses as such.

Shackles, those she expected.

They were not here.

A giant black and empty room save for herself?

That was one hundred percent here.

"State your name." Loudspeakers blared.

"Whaaat the fuuuuuck?"

"State your name."

Haha! Okay they seriously had no idea who they were messing with.

Jaz could be one seriously annoying bitch when she wanted to be.

"Martha... effin... Stewart..."

"State your name."

"Maaary lollipop lickin' Poppins!"

"State your name."

Someone had to be watching. Looking over the room she found only one breakpoint in the smooth blackness.

A mirror about thirty feet up one of the walls.

"Scooore!"

"State your name."

"Hey! I didn't say a name, that's not how we play the game." She said, laying the cuteness on thick.

"State your name."

Jaz reached out, searching for mortals or not to be behind the mirror.

She couldn't sense anything.

Hell she couldn't even sense herself.

She tried to shape shift.

Nothing.

Fucking A. She thought to herself.

"Queen Elizabeth the 39th."

"State your name."

"Ugh... Jaz."

"State your name."

"Jasmine you fuckers."

"State your full name."

"Jaz... fucking... men."

"Jasmine, it is our pleasure to welcome you to Core 37's Black Room. Here you will find that your, special abilities, are quite limited if not useless." That was Krauss' voice she figured.




The Succubus Experiment Ch. 02



"Yea yea yea, blah blah. Get to the point, voice from beyond."

"Here in Core 37 you will be pleased to discover that you will be making considerable donations to your fellow citizens. Here your powers will finally be put to a positive use."

"Hey no complaints here bucko! I create positivity all the time. Send a guy down here, I guarantee a positive reaction."

For the first time, there was no reply.

Instead, after about two or three grueling minutes had passed, a section of wall unsealed from its hidden latches and slowly swung open.

It was Krauss, the bitch that Jade had halfass blessed when Krauss had been known as Mary.

A fully regenerated Krauss and two attendants entered. Halfass blessed or not, she could still fuck to regenerate like the sisters.

Jasmine didn't even hear the thunk of the air rifle go off until the tranquilizer dart had already sunk into her abdomen.

"Your request is granted girl, well partly." Krauss let one more person into the room.

Jaz through her numbed haze recognized the man.

It wasn't really a man.

It was a Soul Drinker.

A strong one.

This was Unras. The first lieutenant of the western states. She didn't need her senses to recognize the minor demon.

Unras waved his hands, shimmering an examination table into the room.

"Let us begin." he said.

"Don't worry little girl, he's just here for protection. Whether he wears protection or not is a pleasurable knowledge you might acquire one day if you don't behave."

Jaz and Jade had narrowly missed him back in Salt Lake City. Apparently the bastard had taken out one of the daughters of Lilith about four hundred years ago. Beaten the Succubus at her own game. Sucked her dry of every sliver of life.

He had apparently taken a liking to it

The door wasn't resealing. All she had to do was take these fuckers out and run. Jasmine walked her drugged self to the chair instead.

Krauss had her, softly laughing at her the whole time.

How was she doing this? Jade had blessed her, yea. But Jade got her power from Lilith's blessing. Weren't Lilith's powers knocked out here?

"Excellent questions. I have developed a new source. The source."

Such a confusing woman. Jaz managed to blow a stray lock of platinum hair from her eyes.

"Let's just say that I got a lovely little promotion."

Jaz sat herself down, strapping herself in as she did so. One of the attendants cinched up her remaining wrist.

Unras chuckled as he approached.

"I know of you girl. The very day of your blessing, you took out two Soul Drinkers. You didn't know that you could shape shift, but instinctually you did so as to survive long enough to drain the two weaklings." He got close. "None of that this time." he whispered.

Another wave of his hand shimmered away her gray sweatshirt and her loose jeans. Her comfortable white bra and panties vanished as well.

Krauss lowered her hand.

"Fuck you pig!" Jasmine shouted at the bulk of a creature in front of her.

"Sadly that shall not be. The procedure calls for something a little more... mortal." he glanced at Krauss.

Krauss approached her. If Jasmine's senses weren't so dulled from the magnetic energy she would have been bombarded by the woman's newfound demonic aura.

"Here, in this place, your mother feeds through the absorptive properties imbued in the walls so much power. I made a deal and acquired the ability to harness that power. There was one little byproduct." She held two fingers close together and imitated Jaz's cutsie voice. "Through the combined use of my power and Lilith's, I can transfer abilities. Weaken you and strengthen others."

The shooter from the hidden hallway stepped forward.

A woman.

A soldier.

One of Krauss'.

She was petite, and probably quite adorable if it weren't for the unnatural aging around her eyes.

"Kristen, meet Jasmine. Jasmine, this is one of my many spies that have been attempting to track you. Sadly as you can see, she had a little run in with your friend Marks."

Marks had fed off of her? That meant... damn she hated the Succubus world sometimes. She knew he would have to be promiscuous as would every other child of Lilith, including herself.

Her subconscious wishing for the potential of something more with Marks came crashing to reality.

She wouldn't cry, she wouldn't let her overactive emotions get the best of her.

A single tear rolled down Jasmine's cheek.

"Oh my, did you have a crush on the guy?" The soldier girl prodded cruelly with her words.

Krauss held out her left hand and took Kristen's in it. The other hand stretched out towards Jasmine.

Jaz could feel something happening. A familiar feeling built up inside of her.

Her chest expanded and her thighs involuntarily flexed. Fingers stretched and bare toes curled. Liquid pooled in her gut, threatening to burn her alive if not set free.

Her breasts felt swollen, aching for an attention that wouldn't be granted or wanted.

She couldn't stop her head from bowing forward or her tight little shoulders from squeezing towards each other.

"Gaah!"

She tried to hold it in, to keep it bottled up for no one to see her unhappy enjoyment.

Jasmine failed miserably.

She came, the liquid pressure released inside to saturate her body.

She was a Succubus, Krauss had to know that was merely a start up orgasm. Her body could easily give or take so much more abuse than one tiny little climax. Her muscles slowly relaxed and her eyes crept open.

Krauss was handling an orb. A brilliant ball of light.

From one hand to the other it flowed across Krauss' shoulders until reaching the clasped hands with Kristen.

The ball disappeared, incorporating itself into Kristen.

Kirsten was glowing lightly, her body shifting to a much healthier state.

Once the glowing subsided Krauss grinned.

"Don't worry daughter of Lillith, now that we have one of the sisters your mother will no longer have to fuel our bumbling attempts at recreation. She'll only have to provide my personal strength."

Jaz was tired, drugged and felt like poorly fucked. She was in no condition to squabble, her body only wanted more stimulation. Damn that bitch for teasing her like this! She could barely care about what had transpired with the orb.

They left. Only Unras stayed to the last second, greedily drinking in the sight of it all.

Why the hate? She had never attacked him, only those who went after her first.

"She wants to know why Unras," Krauss enlightened him from out of sight.

He grunted. "You do not serve a purpose. We serve the master, you serve yourselves."

With that he left, the door sealing behind him.

Jaz was left strapped to the table, seriously drained of power with only her sweat and throbbing needs to keep her company.

"At least free one of my effing hands you bitch!"

Then she heard the explosion and the saw the light trickle through the supposedly one way mirror.

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Rath muttered as the trio crossed over the melted remnants of the wall.

"Well that makes sense. Magnetic energy, I can feel it. Thought about using it on you for a while to bring you to heel Jade."

"Best not to mention that. It's no way to endear the love of a woman."

"Never wanted your love, just that body."

"Let's just keep moving." Marks interrupted.

"Yes, lets." Jade agreed.

A couple hallways later the soldiers started showing up, firing on sight at the obvious intruders.

Rath laughed, "Really? Guns? Ha!"

No hellfire appeared. Rath just opened his mouth far too wide. Sharp teeth glittered as a stream of dark power blasted towards the group.

A conglomeration of gunfire rang out.

Rath was left staring at five dead soldiers. But their deaths hadn't been his doing. He hadn't done a thing to the bodies, but bodies were all they had been by the time his attack had reached them.

Marks was twirling his gun just out of the line of fire from Rath's blast.

"How did you?"

"Time is my ally friend, and guns can be quite useful. You get the next ones though, using my power in here is tough. It's not nearly as simple as last time."

"Last time you still had mother's influence on you. And if I recall you were out of gas by the time you got out." Jade chided. "Save your power for when we need it.

"Yes ma'am." Marks gave her a weak salute.

The next hallway had a similar contingent of soldiers. Four of them in turn shot each other from Rath's power.

The fifth went for Jade.

Marks caught him and threw the guy against a wall.

When he bounced hard off of it Jade snagged his collar and kissed him.

The guy withered to dust in seconds.

"Ever heard of asking for directions?"

"Ever heard of a redhead's temper? Yeah well guess where the stereotype got started. Besides, the guy had cancer, didn't even have much life in him. Just a few years left on him."

"Damn. Well I'm not sure how to get to Lilith or Jaz. We needed him."

"You were here not but a few days ago and you already forgot?" Rath was obviously irritated by the newbie succubi.

"Just a little panicked and freaked out man. Have you ever met Lilith?"

"I know your mother only by reputation. Unlike her daughters she has no qualm with death. Though I am shocked at you Jade, I've never seen you kill in any other way than your fire."

"Pissed off remember?"

"Whatever, I can feel a Succubus's power down that hallway now that we're getting closer.."

"Lilith or Jaz?"

"Lilith is the other way, she's much easier to read."

"Then she'll be fine until we get Jaz."

Jade took off towards where Rath had pointed for Jasmine.

The two men exchanged glances and followed.

They ran, soldier after soldier falling before Rath.

He was enjoying this immensely.

Skidding to a halt they fell in line behind the demon.

"Here, she's in here."

"This is one of their training rooms, see the maze? They time you as you run through." Marks offered up.

"I can't pinpoint her, but she's in this room." Rath was high from the feeding frenzy he was getting off the soldiers.

"Snipers up there and over there took shots at me when I did this."

"They won't be a problem if they're up there now." Jade lit a palm on fire.

She launched jet of flame after another, engulfing the potential sniper locations.

Once completed and screams of pleasure confirmed, the trio made its way through the maze.

At the end they found Jasmine, bound to a simple chair.

"Get her free, we'll go after Lilith next." Rath commanded.

Jade ran to Jaz, searing her rope bonds to ash.

Then she screamed.

Rath and Marks immediately stopped watching for more soldiers.

Jasmine had a knife buried in Jade's gut, giggling.

"No!" Rath yelled.

Jasmine's body melted, flowing to a familiar form that both Jade and Marks recognized.

The knife came free and Jade fell, her body making a sick thud as it hit the concrete floor.

"Remember me?"

"You." Marks did know her. "I left you at the hotel, you're human."

"Was human idiot. Krauss fixed that. Do you know how much pain you people cause?"

"No more than you I'd wager."

Kristen sneered, baring her teeth like a dog. "We don't leave families destroyed like your friend here did to mine."

"I really don't care about your problems girl. I was charged to ensure Jade's safety by Satan himself. You're dead and she'll live. You can't kill an immortal." Rath looked to Jade. "Stand up Jade."

She didn't move except to roll over.

Blood was flowing from the wound.

"Heal yourself woman!"

"She can't." Kristen showed the knife. "It exactly the same as these walls, charged by power from Lilith herself. Not quite so immortal huh?"

"How do we fix this girl?" Marks asked. "What do we have to do?"

"Tell you what, bring my father back from the dead and I'll tell you."

"Not possible, the dead are dead for a reason. One of the two great powers claimed the soul. You don't get them back." Rath hesitantly mentioned.

"Well then demon, you're screwed."

"No, you are." Rath started to bellow forth more of his demonic power.

Kristen stopped him, her knife poised to cut Jade again. This time the edge begged for a throat to cut.

"Do that and the other girl dies. Where do you think I got this power?"

She morphed back to Jasmine's form.

"I have a part of her soul. I die she dies. What was that you said demon? Once a soul is claimed there's no getting it back?"

"Go." Jade muttered past blood soaked lips.

The men ignored her.

SNAP.

Marks disarmed the woman and restrained her.

"Change your mind now?"

"You still don't have the upper hand."

Marks shoved the woman to Rath. Bending down over Jade, Marks felt his fear creep up.

What if this didn't work?

He kissed Jade anyways; and pushed, praying that he didn't screw up the transfer of power somehow.

He wasn't looking for pleasure, just a way to save Jade.

The blood flow trickled to a stop. The wound wasn't completely healed, but her life wasn't in the danger it had been.

"You better be the badass Jade believes you are Rath. I'm out of juice. I'll carry her, but stopping time is out of the question."

Rath tossed Kristen's complaining body over a shoulder and nodded. "Where is the real sister?"

"I'm not telling you!"

Rath flipped her over. He held her by her torso and put his face an inch from hers.

His mouth opened again.

Widely.

She freaked. The sharp teeth and deep black energy threatening her very existence.

It didn't matter that she knew he couldn't kill her, not if he wanted the information she possessed.

"She's back there!" Pointing towards the exit. "One of the Black Rooms!"

"Thanks." Marks grumbled.

"Okay, just let me go. You got what you wanted."

"No. You have something we need." Rath grated through his demonic smile. "Right in here." He poked her chest.

Marks had an unconscious Jade in his arms.

"Do that again." Kristen said.

"What?" Rath inquired.

"Um, poke my chest again."

"Oh no, no no no." Marks tossed in. "Girl, how many times have you fucked since you had this done?"

She looked over shoulder, feet dangling in the air while Rath held her by the collar.

"None, but it's sounding like a really good idea." Her hooded eyes latched to Rath. "A big, meaty demon cock stretching me apart. Fucked to the brink by a devil. Yeah, a really good idea."

"Rath, I haven't been a succubi for very long. I might be wrong, but after Lilith blessed me I just had to have sex. It was even worse before, when my powers had just awakened."

"What are you saying boy?"

"She's been using her powers without screwing to fuel them. Lilith told me that if I got too low on power, I'd start fucking without a care. Uncontrollable lust for anything I could get. Either that or die."

"You do her then while I go get the other girl and Lilith."

"I could use the juice, but that's not what we're after. She needs power that I don't have at the moment."

"If they're sharing part of Jade's sister's soul, it might feed Jasmine too." Rath commented as he obliged Kristen with another poke at her breasts.

"Yeah, whatever. Can we just do this wolfy boy?" Kristen pleaded. A pair of needy fingers pinched at the demon's nipples, earning a scornful look. Her dangling legs rubbed him quite obviously.

"I'm going after Jasmine." Marks didn't leave time for Rath to argue. He toted Jade right along with him out of the training facility.

Rath looked hungrily at the girl. "I've never fed a Succubus. Normally I just feed off of the energy released from hate and anger."

"Oh you naughty boy, keep talking dirty to me." Kristen's eyes were graying over, unwittingly enthralling herself to lose her natural inhibitions.

Her words were faint from the choking. The fatigues biting at her neck as Rath held her up.

"Undo my pants." Rath commanded.

Shaking fingers looped around his zipper. Low on oxygen she fumbled to free him.

He easily dismissed her pants, ripping them from her flesh with an unnatural strength. Her legs swayed limply by cause of the motion.

Finally she succeeded. Rath felt his pants fall to the floor, his belt buckle clanging against the concrete.

He lowered her down to her knees. "You want a demon? Prove it."

He blonde hair was already pulled back in a loose ponytail, a few loose strands left to sway in front of her once bright green eyes.

She took him orally.

Deftly she took him deep on the first attempt, his veined cock rammed against the entrance of her throat.

She gagged hard and tried to breathe through her open mouth instead of her nose. It only made her gag harder.

Rath threw his hands to the back of her head. "Demons are not kind in their search for pleasure young human. You'll have to earn any power you might require of me."

He thrusted down her throat as if it had been any one of the countless cunts he had taken over the centuries.

Eyes bulging from their sockets she had no other recourse than to let the combined force of his hands and hips practically fuck her throat.

There was no 'practically' about it, he was destroying her throat with his cock. Her nose mashed against his lower stomach, cock bent slightly downwards as it forced it's repeated invasion of her body.

It was fiercely turning her on. The natural stimulation from such a dirty act grew tenfold from the influence of his demonic aura.

She tried to beg him to just fuck her normally. The vibrations from her voice throbbing through his cock elicited a strong moan from him and spurred him to thrust harder.

Her forehead was bouncing against him, jaw greeting his swinging sack with a high five.

Every time his cock head popped from her mouth to down her throat, she granted the room an erotic symphony of slurping. She wanted him more. Somehow a bit of spittle had been ejected. It balanced lightly on her large, black lashes. She gripped his ass and buried her face against him.

She looked to Rath, her new master in this moment. His dark eyes locked to hers.

Rath could see the gray in her eyes taking over her fully.

Her throat was swollen, her muscles instinctively trying to swallow the foreign object. Rath rolled his head in bliss. That darting tongue massaged the base of him and her nostrils flared, taking in shallow breaths.

Rath pried her hands from him and resumed his bout of facial destruction.

Each thrust had her body swaying on her knees.

Using one of the hands formerly bracing her head Rath tore from her body the girl's remaining clothing.

Her breasts reacted at the thrusting by swinging towards him, lumping up and flying back out to him.

The sniper's bullet missed him.

A bolt of hellfire incinerated the intruder.

Rath was busy.

Demons love to dominate. It's easy with humans and usually results in a bloodbath among their own kind.

This domination was ecstasy to the large demon.

When he pulled himself from her raw throat, she gasped for extremely long missed air.

There was barely a pause from throat to ass.

He lifted her to him, gripping her waist.

Her back bowed backwards to the ground from a lack of care. Her legs flopped around. She desired only pleasure, no care at all for how it might find her.

He plunged in, burying himself inside of her asshole.

She bolted upright. "Oh god!"

"Not even close." Rath was rather impressed at her quick bout of flexibility, her legs shooting upwards. Under his arms they went, knees against her chest for a moment until they straightened out and her calves lay on either side of his head. Her arms went around them, threading together behind his back and her legs.

Large breasts pressed against him, rounding out in her attempt to push up and away from him.

She most definitely cared how her pleasure was gained now.

He held her on him, refusing her any respite from the invasion.




The Succubus Experiment Ch. 02



The slab of warm, moist meat swelling inside her dry, virgin ass was a sensation she had never felt.

Her head shook slowly as she muttered "I need, I need." over and over again to him.

Rath could fall in love with the victimized look on her face. Hell, the way her plump lips squeezed between her whitened teeth was practically an invitation to get a quick snapshot of heaven.

He pulled out.

She bit those wonderful lips harder.

He pushed back in.

Kristen shut her eyes and locked her jaw open, straining through the painful events.

"Too slow." Rath commanded.

He fucked, using his hands to lift her almost to freedom, and then back down.

Her entire body quivered in a dull pain. Blood flow picked up as her heart raced. Each expansion of her once tiny hole a truly inexplainable experience.

Her little ears were hot. Rath noticed their redness and while he wasn't sure what that meant, he liked it.

Her cunt dragged along his abs, asshole penetrated and clitoris under assault.

They came together, liquids meeting violently.

Demons don't cum like humans.

He gushed seed. Even once she was full up, dripping his cum to the floor, he still had them bent foreword while his orgasm continued.

Kristen's sanity was returning to feel trails of cum running towards the ground via the quickest path and her one time foe bent over in convulsions.

Around her butt it rushed, creating small rivers up her back. Fear overtook her.

She was mostly horizontal, her head slightly lower than her filled bum. Her ankles and toes were locked vertical, the muscles in them burning for relief.

She hadn't planned on this. What if she just burst? Pressure was indeed building up inside her.

Rath's panting started to abate and he lifted his head. "Did you get your fill?"

She felt his cock throb again, spewing a bit more cum to feed her little rivers. Oh those warm little rivers cracking her back. It actually felt... interesting.

"You nasty son of a bitch! What the fuck do you think?"

"No, not of me. I meant sexual power."

"Oh that." Concentrating on conversation while literally about to erupt a fountain of cum from ones plugged up asshole was difficult.

It was also rather warm inside. A heat burning out from such a naughty naughty place. Oh god his cock throbbed again!

Maybe this could be healthy in some way? Good for her skin maybe?

"Your eyes are graying out again." Rath's own eyes glistened. "Good, I wasn't finished."

He dropped her, the young girls back falling about a foot to the floor.

The instant he was out of her semen bubbled from her ass, oozing over the floor and puddling against the curves of her fit butt.

Her asshole expanded and contracted gapingly. The cool air rushing in creating an interesting feeling as it mixed with the sticky warmth of her insides.

It was comparable to the wet warmth of her back against the cold concrete.

Rath spread her legs with both of his forearms. Knuckles holding him over her he crawled forward. Each inch forward raised her hips higher and slid her soft legs against his arms until she was properly exposed and his cum dripping cock right at the opening of her pussy.

He slid easily inside of her, his cock lubricating her already moist core with its released juices.

Rath wondered if her skinny stomach had swelled up like this from his size when Marks had fucked her.

Demons have such nasty thoughts.

His cock grew again with every slurping thrust. The feel of her gripping cunt delightful in coordination of her receptively still body.

Her pelvic muscles grated against his cock. Their hardness a delightful pleasure to his equally hard bone.

Her thighs were thick for her small girth, strong and full. Rath enjoyed the smooth contact of them and his hips immensely. Her calves flexed her feet to a point again and her face contorted as he worked her to climax again.

It was so incredibly hot. Her body temperature skyrocketed higher with each belting impact.

He kept mashing in. His cock would not have quite fit except for his uncaring desires to feel her swollen lips against him.

Her hips shook at the moment of her climax. The sound of her nails scraping along the floor devilishly pleasing to him.

A budding nipple found his mouth.

He sucked it in. Using his teeth to stop a set amount of tit flesh to enter his mouth, he stretched the poor nipple with his deep inhalation.

Eyes rolled back and lips parted to an 'O'. Her back arched up for more.

He released it and slapped the breast. Ignoring her yelp he increased his pounding.

-That's the way. -

Rath had heard the whispering voice in his head only once before.

The feminine voice of the true Arch-Demon named Wrath.

- Don't expect much of me other than power. The master wants his little princess happy. Therefore I will take your body for a time and wrest her sister's soul fragment free. -

Rath didn't have an option or a recourse out of the Demon's will. He was forced to the back of his own mind.

A hurricane of will power shredded his ability to control himself.

- Sex is their domain. But not of their creation. -

Rath knew his body was thrusting. Pulling out to the edge only to pound back in. His body smashed against it's prey, devouring the action's results like food.

Each impact was predicated slowly, a pause breaking for preparation and the building of strength.

Flesh rippled continuously.

The girl beneath Rath whined and then began to glow.

-The perfect fuck can only be envisioned by a female and is different for each of us. You disappoint me in your inability to use my gifts in discovering hers. -

Rath didn't dare comment, the power overtaking him easily surpassing that displayed by Lucifer earlier. His demonic power wouldn't burn out as quickly as a human soul, but if she kept pouring this much power through him...

Lucifer had only brought a portion to this plane, and commanded this entity inside him.

A new respect for both of his masters blossomed in him.

The glowing grew, steadily beginning to throb. The form under him balled up, knees touching her chin. Her expression strained.

And then the explosion happened.

He wasn't thrown, Wrath's power to great to be bothered by interruptions.

Wrath kept fucking until the false Succubus completed its orgasmic revelation.

- There are orgasms... and then there are Fucking Events. Also, don't be so greedy. When you screw I can feel not only your pleasure but your partner's. Take some fucking time. -

The presence was gone faster than it had taken him.

Rath was actually panting. He hadn't been able to get so tired since before he had made his deal with Wrath. But the experience hadn't been for naught.

A small orb hovered over the girl's chest. It's glow astonished him.

Wrath had literally fucked it out.

How could a Succubus, a sinner by nature, have such a pure soul? Even by reputation alone Rath knew that Jasmine had a wicked dirty mouth, and screwed just about anyone that crossed her path.

It defied all the logic his experience had to offer.

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She felt small.

She was terrified.

Her own strength terrified her.

Jasmine was huddled in a corner, staring blankly at the remains of the examination table.

She could easily make out the finger sized dents where she had gripped the armrests.

The steel supports for the back had snapped, and now the once reclining chair lay flat.

What the hell had happened?

She had been needy from Krauss' procedure, but holy god almighty... her body had never cummed before like it had a few minutes ago.

She felt everything that girl had.

The tramp that had not only shot her, but slept with Marks; had definitely had sex.

God her ass was going to be sore for days.

Her throat was ragged, sore from the throat fucking that Kristen had endured.

Jaz was a little smaller than Kristen, her waist just a tad thinner. Thank goodness she actually had hips though.

The fucking that girl had endured... Jaz had snapped the leather restraints like paper during the last orgasm.

The first two orgasms? They had been good... but that last one...

Jaz wasn't a squirter most of the time, unlike many of her sisters. But that one? She had not only sent a stream of liquid soaring feet through the air, she had... well to be honest she couldn't really remember.

But somehow the three foot thick steel base of the chair had a two inch crack spiraling around its entire circumference.

It was all a blur.

Normally her Succubus regeneration would have healed such annoyances as a sore throat from a good gag session or the stretched out pussy she currently sported.

She had looked, whatever cock that had fucked that Kristen bitch hadn't been human. Maybe an animal? An effin horse maybe. The gaping hole she had seen stretched between her legs had been insane, her pelvis had threatened to snap. She pitied her normally tiny fuck hole. What once had been a cute little button of a pussy resembled a volcano. Freshly erupted and red. Swollen and oozing liquid.

Hell, even her back felt sore from the acrobatics of the fuck tour her little sex toy friend had gone through.

Jaz was thoroughly well fucked.

Jasmine wasn't terrified by the invisible sex god that had annihilated her senses, she was terrified that if that was the first that Krauss had sent in to torture her... what was to come?

It couldn't have been Unras, she refused to believe that such an epic douche could be so well endowed.

She wanted to move. The puddle of woman juice slowly expanding outward was getting cold.

She didn't actually have anything splattered on her back, but it felt covered and sticky. No man had spilled inside of her, her delving fingers had produced only her own cum. But it too, like her ass, felt like a monster had jetted inside of her.

Her balled up body quivered with continual aftershocks. Miniature orgasms firing off just as she thought she might recover. Her forehead rested on her arms, which in turn rested on her knees. She kept her breasts hidden from the world against her thighs.

How could a ninety-ish pound girl have such strength even as a Succubus? In those moments she could have dismembered a man barehanded.

She scooted over a bit to escape the ever growing puddle, leaving a squeegee effect on the slick floor. The concrete was even colder without the liquid there. Yea it was colder than when fresh, but at least her own fluids were still a bit warm.

It was too gross to think about scooting back over though.

She wanted Jade here. Her sister was always warm.

She wanted Marks here. His large frame most likely a perfect retreat for sobbing against like the eighteen year old her body still resembled. She still felt like that innocent teen a lot lately.

Jaz just wanted to go home.

"You'll go home soon enough. They're coming for you baby."

A startled Jasmine looked up. The warm light surrounding the figure was so very easy on her eyes.

"Father?"

The figure approached her, taking off his robe. He still had loose white pants on. Inhuman muscles rippled across his bare chest.

The robe was so very soft as he draped it over her.

"Daddy?" Jasmine stared into the ice blue eyes of a face so similar to her late fathers.

Then she noticed them.

"Daddy those are wings." She whispered as if the truth of it might kill her.

"Daughter, you're not just a Succubus. You're nephilim. The half breed child of the Archangel."

"You're not real," she continued whispering. "my daddy died."

"Baby, my true name."

Her eyes said "Yes?".

"It's Michael."

------- More to Come? -------

--- From the author ---

I've really enjoyed writing these. Every time I get a comment posted from either a fan or a critic, it's motivation.

Thank you to everyone that has.

Thank you for reading! 



The Succubus Experiment



Fuck it. I'm supposed to fuel my new powers with sex right?

I kissed back, fumbling with her blazer. It came loose just as she got my pants undone.

The little bitch was so taken she tried to fuck me with her slacks still on.

It freaking hurt when she just about bent me cockeyed.

I shoved her off, and hurriedly undid her pants. Laid flat in her stomach I pinned her down.

"Yea, fuck me like your raping me."

I did.

Her pants weren't even all the way off when I ripped her panties off.

It must have hurt because she yelped and I'm sure I saw a tear.

I plunged in.

She was soaked with fluids. Her body needing it in a way that she probably never had before.

I pounded from above, violating her cunt rapidly. Mashing her body to the slick floor with every grunt mangled thrust. Her legs tried and failed to spread far enough for her preference, restrained by her bunched up slacks.

I wasn't caring about her pleasure. Just get a hit of power off of her and move on.

She had other ideas. Wedging a hand under her body she worked on herself. Spreading her lips and rubbing furiously.

She came first, creating a small puddle of ooze on the floor between her legs.

She came a second time, far too soon than I would have thought. Harder than her first orgasm, her back arched strongly enough to raise up even with my weight on her.

Her muscled groin pulled against my cock, rubbing it as I stayed buried in her to enjoy her climax.

"Fuck! Just... Just... Just stay there! Fuck me up to my fucking soul!"

She had no idea.

My tip mashed against her inner flesh. I couldn't have been more inside of her if I had tried. She kept bucking, grinding her buttocks against me.

I fucking love you Lilith.

Every time she started to come down, she erupted again, spewing more liquid around me.

She was just mumbling incoherently now, her mind as fucked up as her body.

Eventually she just ran out of gas, subsiding to the occasional spasm.

Her pussy kept fluttering though, working me like a machine. She had lost control of her bodily functions, reduced to a perpetual orgasm fueled by some aura on me via the mistress of sex.

I didn't even want to thrust or put any effort into this. Her body worked me excellently just buried inside. She was drooling and leaking fluids.

If I hadn't snapped back to the reality of me needing to leave, I'd have stayed like that forever.

I started thrusting again, begging myself for my own release.

Krauss whimpered incoherently the harder and faster I pumped.

I was so close, so very close to release when I heard footsteps down the hallway accompanied by a blaring alarm.

"Shit." I checked my watch, twenty seven minutes had passed. I had wasted far too much time.

Time.

I grinned.

Five minutes later by my reckoning, I spilled inside a time locked Krauss and sped out of the door. It had been different though, this climax. I had felt Krauss' life force being drawn into me. The new wrinkles and creases around her eyes would probably be haunting me for a while.

Leaving the complex was simple when one is completely off the radar like I was. Outside however, once I released time I felt a massive power drain. I had locked time for too long.

Now I was weak, exhausted by my exertions. Even with Krauss' energy, I felt tired.

When we had arrived, the blacked out Tahoe had entered through a garage. It had been that way six years ago as well. I had no idea where I was.

The area reminded me of Texas, but it was cold. Montana maybe? We had been in the vehicle for only hours, but we had sat in what I was told was a plane's cargo bay.

Pre-Core days, my marine days, I had been a scout sniper. Combat survival and hiding were my specialties. The sparse, dry landscape provided few options for cover for most people, but not me.

I went headlong into a mud hole, covering myself from head to toe. Some bushes provided the rest of my rapidly developed cover.

I wasn't eating long before the exit I had taken opened and freshly clothed women rushed out. The same women from the observatory room.

I counted seven, plus one haggard looking Agent Krauss.

"He's not far, use your senses, feel him out. And hope to god that whatever that bitch in lock did to him has worn off."

They spread out, each of them with their palms at their sides. One of them, a woman of some sort of mixed descent knelt by the mud hole.

A mere ten feet away from me.

"He went in here!" She called out to the others.

"Wait!" Another shouted. "Do you feel that?"

They all centered themselves, eyes closed as they searched for whatever the first woman had felt.

This was freaking strange. Two days ago I had just been another honorably discharged soldier working at a company that had its biggest concern being its falling stock prices. Now strange women were "feeling" for me?

"Someone's coming."

"No." Krauss said. "There are two. Possibly daughters."

"We can't fight them! They're blessed!"

"You'll stand your ground and acquire Marks for the Core. Who knows, maybe mommy dearest exaggerated about them." From my line of sight I could tell Krauss didn't really think that from her worried expression.

One of the women who had spread out looking for me came running over a large pile of dislocated gravel and sands. "Hey I think he's over here!"

Krauss motioned and the one standing closest to me started jogging over to the returnee with another.

As soon as they were out of sight bolts of flame scorched the earth.

A redhead walked silently towards the remaining soldiers.

Krauss pointed at the woman, attempting to control her.

All she managed was to make the redhead miss her target. That target being Krauss. Flames billowed around her.

A black woman who had up to this point, stayed close to Krauss leapt away from the fire. Rolling to her feet she threw her own fire.

Her fire met the strangers.

The stranger won with ease, cooking the poor woman to a squirming mess.

"You can't win Mary!"The stranger yelled. " I know about the bomb, don't bother with threats. Just crawl back into your little hole and hide!"

"Figures it'd be you Jade. Where is Marks. Give him to me and we're done here."

"Is that who I sense over there in the bushes? Why do you want him?"

Shit.

Krauss ran where that Jade person had pointed. She ran straight at me.

I tried to freeze time. Nothing happened except for everything kept happening. Obviously I hadn't even slowed time.

I wasn't to tired to fight though.

She got close, I spun in my side and tried to trip her. I ended up with her falling on me, giving me a sweet elbow to the jaw.

Yeah I reacted, jabbing my fingers pointed straight directly between her third and fourth right ribs.

"Just give it up! We need you!"

"Fuck you Krauss you ended my career and then drag me right back in?"

"It's for everyone!"

I was afraid of what might happen if I panicked earlier and had been right t do so. 

I lit her on fire. Black flames burst around her. She gave up her struggle and bolted for Core 37's entrance.

She got there just as her left leg fell off of her body, burned to dust. She managed to slap the walls surrounding the door.

The flames left her, leaving a screaming woman to be dragged through the doors by her remaining soldiers.

Over that same dirt pile one last soldier stilled up.

She and Jade met over me. They stared for a moment.

"He's filthy." Krauss' soldier said.

"Mary wants him, therefore so do I."

I croaked out an interruption. "Aren't you one of Krauss' girls?" I weakly pointed at the brunette.

"Ha!"

"No, she's not." Jade smiled down at me. "We're sisters."

"Oh, Lillith?"

"You met her?"

"Strange woman? Red hair and a penchant for floating?"

"Whaaaaat?"The soldier squealed. "Bub here met ole mommy dearest?"

"Apparently. Look, she told me to find someone named Jasmine. Said she's my sister, sort of."

"Well hey that's you babe!" Jade punched the soldier in the arm.

"Whaaaaat?"

"No it's not her, Lillith said Jasmine is a teenager. Tiny with blonde hair."

"Damn it, yea that's me." She morphed. Her body flowing like a pond's surface broken by a pebbles splash.

When she solidified, I'm sure I was gaping at her open mouthed. Mud and all.

She was like an angel.

Not.

Freaking.

Kidding.

Her hair wasn't just blonde, it was almost white and fell straight down her back to her waist. Her body was pixie like. Maybe breaking a hundred pounds however doubtful the estimate seemed. Short but firm, her body truly hadn't aged a day if she was turned as a late teenager.

The uniform was long gone, combat boots replaced by white four inch party heels. The kind you'd see at a really formal event. Her fatigues had faded to a pleated white mini-skirt, matching her tank top and hair perfectly.

"Call me Jaz, no one really calls me Jasmine."

While Jade's skin was alabaster, Jaz's was a dark copper. Caucasian, but supremely tanned.

Her eyes were mesmerizing, she had to have someone of eastern descent in her bloodline. Sharp features outlined them, making her look cocky.

Her playful grin didn't help on the cockiness impression.

"You enjoy doing that way too much." Joy shook her head and offered me the other. "Help me get him up Jaz."

"Fuck no," I managed to sputter out. "I'll manage." The whole time I couldn't break my stare no matter how hard I tried.

I admit I didn't try very hard.

"I hate you." Jade jealously and playfully said to Jaz.

"Woah there broad. You're the one with the hooters, Didn't we just have this same exact convo like two hours ago at the airport when you had the whole damn place in a trance?"

"Yea but that's different."

"How so ho?"

"I was using my powers." She shrugged and the two of them started walking away, apparently taking my words to heart. Jaz had her head thrown back, continuing her cute whining about her lack of conventional sex appeal while Jade berated her on the fact that Jaz could just shape shift into anyone.



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"We had to lock you back there. It was for your own good!" Jade hollered at me the instant the trunk had popped open.

No amount of time freezing had gotten me out of the confinement.

It had only weakened me.

Jaz was nowhere to be seen.

I didn't even really walk into the shabby motel room. Jade more or less had to hold me all the while keeping a hand lit with flames.

"First of all, you're filthy, and that's a 69 charger. No one dirties my baby. Secondly, Jaz might have enthralled you by accident."

I wasn't really in any shape to comment or resist. I just let Jade lead me into the bathroom. The place was rundown, reminiscent of the 50's era.

I caught a glimpse of my greyed out eyes in the old mirror.

"What's wrong with my eyes?"

"Enthrallment. It's what happens when a Succubus wants a man, and turns him on. It removes practically all of their inhibitions and focuses them solely on one objective. Sex." It was obvious Jade was avoiding my field of vision.

"If um, the Succubus back out though, the victim of Enthrallment can go a little bonkers. It can also transfer focus to another sexual target, in this instance, me. So get your butt into that shower and set it to wicked cold."

"I'm hungry." I wasn't actually hungry, I'm not sure why I even said that. There was a large... emptiness growing inside me though.

"Yea no kidding, I could sense that from a mile off. Jaz is out getting dinner for you. Just get in the shower and cool off."

"Who's Mary? You called Krauss that back at Core 37."

"So that's what they're calling that place? We just call it the big scary."

"You're dodging the question."

"Your not showering.""

Fine. I thought. I peeled off my shirt, muddy abs flexing with every hard breath. Pants came off next. As much intercourse as I had done in the past 48 hours, is it really any surprise I had lost my boxers somewhere along the way?

I caught the pleasing gasp from Jade behind me anyways.

"I thought I was supposed to cool off. Sexily breathing isn't going to help this." I turned to face her, hands pointed downwards.

She ducked out of the room so fast I barely even saw a flash of red.

Setting the shower to full blast, and as cold as it would go I got in. There's a theory out there among women that getting boner to go away is really quite simple.

Guys know that no two personal erections are the same. This was a good one.

One of those erections that make you want to run around singing, "This is my cock, my cock is amazing!"

Cold water, jacking off, thumping it painfully, none of it worked. I ended up having to wait it out. Thirty minutes later I was finally free and clean.

As clean as one can get in a rusty shower, using already unwrapped hotel soaps and shampoos.

The mirror confirmed my eyes were back to their normal blue.

I knew I was back to normal before I even checked. My mind was so much clearer. Thinking wasn't nearly as much of a chore.

I could hear through the door a couple of muffled voices.

"How can we trust him? I don't care if he's been blessed. Have you forgotten what happened to Jen? Those demons sucked her dry, we don't do that."

"We don't know he's going to turn that way."

"Did you see your old friend? He sure as hell took a lot from her. Her face was so sunken it was gross!"

"Mary won't stay that way for long. She never does, and she'll leave a trail of bodies to rejuvenate."

"And if he's done the same already?"

"I don't think he was able to drain before he was blessed. We would have noticed the body counts."

"Yea right."

I knocked on the door. Locked as it was I didn't really want to go around smashing it.

"He's done, I'll make sure he's not still caught up in your fuck up."

Jade opened the door a little. I was leaning against the sink, pointing at my eyes.

"So, explain this Enthrallment thing again."

"Come into the room. We've got questions of our own." She swung the door open and let me through. I noticed she never gave her back to me.

There was an open chair by the AC. I didn't take it, rather choosing to stand next to it.

"Oh god put a shirt on!" Jaz was feigning covering her eyes.

I definitely caught her peeking.

Looking down I remembered my clothing situation.

I spoke, "Kinda don't have any replacements for those." motioning towards the muddy clothes in the trash.

"Help him out Jaz."

"Whaaaat? Are you serious Jay-Jay?" Jaz whined.

"Yea, you don't want anymore accidental enthrallments do you?"

"I'll prolly enthrall him again doing this." she muttered.

Jaz shape shifted again, morphing to a hideously obese Asian woman.

"No funny ideas jack wagon." She pointed at me.

"Yea, whatever you say."

As soon as she kissed me, my thoughts swelled to baseball. No matter how ugly her current appearance, I knew she was really a smoking hot woman.

It was rough. Her kiss grated my lips. Her lips were chafed.

Gross.

When she stepped back and resumed her petite figure, I noticed the change.

I was now decked out in a slick suit.

Black and modern cut, it came complete with a black shirt and tie. Buffed out dress shoes and a black leather belt completed it.

"Holy shit that's some trick."

Jaz looked pleased. "I'm good, I know it."

Jade rolled her eyes. "Okay, spill it. What's your connection to Mary?"

"Mary, you mean Krauss?"

"Yea, whatever she's going by these days."

"How can I trust you?"

"Really Bub? Really?" Jaz plopped down on the sole bed. Legs crossed she just about had be begging her for another kiss on my knees.

"Fine, I guess I owe some answers. Krauss recruited me out of scout sniper school. Once my first tour was up, she had me transferred to Core 37. U was under the impression I was going to be a test subject. I was right. Before you ask, I signed a non disclosure act. No one outside of Core 37 can verify my story."

"Either way, we all thought it failed. Out of the twenty four test subjects, I was the only one to survive. The others shriveled up, each one dying a horrific death. I barely pulled through."

"And they just let you go?" Jade prodded.

"Hah! We all thought it failed. Until two days ago nothingness different about me. Then suddenly, I was in the office and got a boner. Time froze and yea. Set things in motion."

"So you screwed a bunch of girls and got back on the radar."

"Something like that."

"Yea see, you're not too bright."

"I had no idea what was going on. I couldn't even get time to unfreeze until I was... done."

"Sheesh so sorry. How do you think those girls feel?" Jaz spouted off.

"Pretty damned good I'd say"

"Cocky son of a bitch."

I swear if I had a drop of power left I would had shut down time and given that girl the orgasm of a lifetime.

"Calm it down Jaz. Remember your blessing!" Jade chided.

"Um yea, fresh on my mind babe."

"Okay, so I've answered you," I was starting to breathe really hard. "how about you answer some of mine?"

"Fair is fair, but your getting low on juice bud. Jaz, you did get him sustenance right?" Jade was leaning against the far wall, eying Jasmine.

"Yea yea I got it. Why me again?"

"You're younger."

"And?"

"I said so."

"Bah! Alrighty soldier boy, over here on the bed." Jasmine patted the bed.

"Thought you said food."

"Nope, 'sustenance' was the word. We don't have to eat if we're juiced up."

"What's involved with this?"

"Look here, do I have to make you?" Jaz was leaning back. Hands bracing herself and chest pushed out.

That cute little chest.

God her legs begged me to come over as they traveled all the way down through the world. Her petite torso swelled in faked desire.

Her lips gleamed at me, moist from her little licking tongue.

Maybe it wasn't as faked as I thought?

Either way I stood next to her. Over her more like it.

One of those crossed, slender legs pushed between my legs, grinding slowly to part mine.

I had to concentrate to stop myself from rolling my head in pleasure.

She stood up, tenderly threading her fingers through the lapel of my suit jacket. She pulled me to her, bodies pressed tightly together.

Those precious little glossed pink lips met mine, and parted.

I cupped the nape of her neck, doing my damnedest to not swallow her whole. 

Energy flowed to me, passed from her kiss. It was like sex in a kiss. The two of our souls intertwined in exchange.

She broke the kiss abruptly, pushing me away with a strength I wouldn't have thought possible from such a tiny woman.

Yea I definitely considered her a woman. Despite her teenage appearance there was something mature and experienced in her kiss. Something that screamed sexual capability.

Her mother hadn't kissed like that. Her mothers kiss had been passionate and searing. This had been compassionate, a thing of beauty surpassed by nothing.

"Okay! Now that that is all done and finished up back to reality." Jade said for her place on the other side of the small hotel room. She fanned herself in sarcastic wanton-ness.

"Yea, back to business." Jaz and I muttered at the same time.

"Um, what do you want from me?" I choked out, swelling with humiliation at my reaction to Jaz's kiss.

"We want Lilith. Mom doesn't exactly come around often, but hey, she's what we've got. And I want Mary served up on a platter." Jade got deadly serious with the last remark.

"I take it you and Krauss have history."

"Mary, was my only attempt at a blessing."

Jade's left hand lit in flames. "Thus fire us the fire of passion. Those it kills die in a blaze of pleasure so intense it's fatal."

The blaze turned azure. "It can also imbue power. I met Mary in London back in 1882. She was so innocent, so pure. I fell in love. I just didn't want her to age and die. So against Lilith's advice, I blessed her with a kiss tainted by a combination of this blue fire and my own selfishness. She's been a power hungry bitch ever since."




The Succubus Experiment



"You never told me that!" Jaz pipped up, snapped out of her own daze.

"There was no need. I'm not sure how Lilith does it."

"When she blessed me, she breathed flame into me. Called it hellfire." I lit my own hand I flames. Flames as black as anything one could imagine devoured the oxygen from around my hand creating a bubble effect.

"What... the... fuck..." Jaz stared.

"I don't know, she said it was her only non sexual power."

"I take it that is why Mary was burning up from it."

"I noticed when she touched the walls of Core 37 the flames just disappeared. I don't know how, but I'd bet it's one of the reasons Lilith is trapped. She can't use those flames at full strength to burn out," I pointed at Jade's still lit hand. " and Core 37 is immune to these. She's kept in a room bathed in electro magnetic energy. When I was in there with her I couldn't freeze time. And get powers were limited."

"That, is the kind of information we need. Anything else?"

"Not that I can think of."

Jade released her hold over her fire and so did I.

"Then we just need more firepower." Jade grinned.

"Who do you have in mind?" Jaz asked.

"The other sisters are in hiding. I don't want to bring them into this."

"Joy and Josie aren't going to like you not bringing them in on this."

"I don't like that you're here. But your so young you need my protection"

"Resentfulness mucho!"

"I know a few demons that might help out. From the old inquisition days, we had to band together to survive back then."

"How old are you!" I asked.

"Do you really expect me to keep track?"

"That's what Lilith said."

"Ha! Well, let's just say that I've been around."

"Of come on Jade!" Jasmine looked over at me, those ice blue eyes not meaning to spell sex but succeeding nonetheless. "I've been trying to weasel that info out for the past thirteen years."

Jade broke our dual stare. "Rath may help out."

"Strange name." I said.

"Rath, a play on wrath, as in the demon of wrath."

"Fuck, really?"

"Yea fuck, yes really."

"If we're even considering this I want to know ahead of time what we're dealing with."

"Rath spreads hate, corrupting those affected into bleeding out energy. He accidently started the Inquisition. And almost got taken out during it. Waaaay out of control times. Even the most powerful of demons here on earth had to hide and wait it out."

"Either way, he's invincible during a fight. All those murderous intentions constantly feed him, strengthening him and empowering him."

"Sounds just cherry." Jaz complimented.

"Oh he's a doll when he's not out rampaging through the middle east these days. We met up just back before you were blessed Jaz."

"Okay, but how do we know he won't be affected by Core 37 like we will?" It was an honest question that I just had to ask.

"Demons ate like us, they don't feed like us and they definitely don't share weaknesses with us."

"Core 37 stamped out my hellfire like it was nothing, that may get him."

"Good point. We'll ask when we get to New York."

"Sweet! I love me some Yorkness!" Jaz happily clapped on the bed.

"Another local demon will get us there. I don't want to risk a paper trail by flying."

"Appraisal time again."

"Oh just a little gremlin, he's so funny! You'll love him, both of you."

"Okay sis, can we go in the morning? I'm wicked tired." Jasmine flopped back on her bed, claiming it.

"Sure, you two sleep, I'm going out to feed."

I didn't argue as Jade left.

Taking the seat I had been standing by, I slunk down and tried to start on falling asleep.

I saw as Jaz shape shifted out of her outfit and into an adorable silk nightie. The pink fabric flowed over her curves like milk.

She caught me staring through hooded eyes and threw a pillow. "It's a queen sized bed, take the other side and don't try anything stupid."

Of course I didn't want to offended the poor girl, so I obliged. Down to the black undershirt and boxers, I climbed under the sheets, carefully avoiding any touch.

Sleep came slowly that night.

I was dreaming, that pert little ass grinding against me as we spooned was obviously a dream. There was no way she'd be doing this if we were awake.

I was awake.

She was most definitely wrapped up in my arms.

Her calves and tiny feet were twined between mine. Her soft skin so amazing against my thighs.

The only thing about her that falsified the saying 'a diamond in the rough' was that there wasn't a rough spot on her.

Her hair smelled like apples.

Her body smelled like apples.

Her ass was most supremely working my cock to a boil.

She was absolutely letting off soft whimpers.

She was not awake.

She was dreaming.

I don't know what stopped me from taking advantage of this situation, but I did nothing.

I prayed for sleep until it returned.

I woke again to a woman in my arms This time it was Jade. Facing me she had her pale lips locked on mine, I could feel the power flooding into me.

Much more power than Jasmine had given me.

Her alabaster skin pressed to me, a blue bra and panties the only clothing on her.

Breaking the kiss she spoke, "I don't want you feeding yourself for awhile. We don't have time for you to get locked in a freshly blessed frenzy. Jaz or myself will feed you when you're getting low."

"Whatever you say woman."

We each rolled over and got up. I put my suit on while Jade covered herself with her own clothes.

A simple whit tee and skin tight jeans. Black heels and an onyx necklace the only frills on her.

"What's up with the heels? That's all I've seen women wear since this all started."

"Men and women both underestimate heels. They're an adornment that many times makes combat useless. They can be a weapon in bed as well as out. A sexual stimulant for the mind and sometimes, a useful torture device. A good set of heels can have a man begging to do your bidding far faster than a large rack. Large breasts don't hurt, but look at Jaz, she's had you in her spell the moment you saw her true form. No big tits there."

"She doesn't need them, she's a goddess." Shit! I slammed my trap shut, a look of embarrassment rampant across my face.

Jade laughed. "Don't be shy about your feelings, though I doubt you have a shot. Jaz is um, well Jaz is an odd one."

"Yeah. Where is she by the way?"

"She woke to um, a little predicament. I'll leave it that."

   --- Two hours earlier ---

Jaz was groggily coming to consciousness, it felt so very good to just be held. Strong arms of a dominate male comforting her and offering her a protection her sisters just couldn't provide.

Strong male arms?

"Shit!" She whispered as she sped out of bed.

Marks lay lightly snoring, his position reminiscent of their embrace.

The memory of his swollen member resting happily between her butt cheeks was definitely going to scar her for life.

Even if it would be a wickedly awesome scar.

Jasmine was panicking, her heart was smashing at her chest, fighting for a way out.

This man, in however a short time she had known him, was squirming into her heart.

She couldn't do that again.

Not after she had lost so much.

Her father it seems, had been more to Lilith. She had been slowly feeding him strength. Giving back what she had taken at Jasmines conception.

When Lilith had been captured, her father had wilted from the lost contact. He had shriveled and died in a matter of months in Jasmines arms.

Before all that on the day that she had been blessed, she had been kidnapped by a couple of soul drinker demons.

Their local boss hadn't been pleased with the fact that she had ripped their souls out during their attempts at raping her.

Three weeks after her father had died, one of her sisters had found Jen, Jasmines best friend.

They had decapitated the poor girl and left her body on top of her fathers burial site. The grass hadn't even fully covered her father.

This was why she couldn't care.

This is why she was so flippant.

Her heart thundered beneath her breast once again, shocking her back to the dimly lot room. The dimly lit room where a man she barely knew had held her so tenderly.

She fucked. She fucked to sustain herself. It's what she did. What she did not do was care for those that she fucked.

A quick shape shift to loose jeans and a gray sweatshirt happened as she bolted from the room. For the first time since her last bout with depression, she shape shifted tennis shoes on.

Outside the air was cold. Just like she felt inside.

She had so warm just a moment ago.

A familiar had touched her shoulder. Jasmine knew it was Jade. She could feel her sisters presence even through all of her emotional turmoil.

"You still need to care. It's not healthy. I know you feel alone. The sisters in hiding until Lilith is rescued. All the tragedies of the past thirteen years. I've had to force feed you a few times. You're not going to need that are you?"

"No."

"What is it?"

"I woke up, and he was holding me."Jaz wiped a single cold tear from her cheek. "It felt good."

"And that's a bad thing?"

"I'm immortal. You understand. We're cursed. Cursed to forever watch those we love wither and die."

"Like your father."

"And Jen."

"If you care for him, go for it. I've never known of a male Succubus. You have an opportunity for something that none of us have ever run across. I saw the way he looked at you. It's been nearly twenty years since I've been looked at like that. And that was from a fifty some odd year old man that looked more like ninety. That man in there? Marks? He isn't going to have that issue."

"I can't stay. I need to go."

"I'm not going to let you off on your own sister."

"I'll be back. I promise."

"If you insist." Jade slipped inside of the room.

Finally free to enjoy the early morning air in silence, Jaz just breathed deeply, letting it soak into her.

No one saw her bend into the wall. Her shape shifting atoms blending to it like a haven from the cruel world.

She moved through the earth, a shadow to anyone that would have looked. She continued letting her heart guide her, loosing herself to the pleasure of not even really having a form.

Eventually she surfaced, and met the wind. It was uneven, broken by living forms. Human forms.

"You didn't think that putting out that much power wouldn't attract us now did you?"

Krauss was still haggard, but her limbs had regenerated to a point if usefulness.

"Where is your sister? With Marks I presume?"

One of the soldiers approached her and started to cuff her.

Jasmine was not the same scared little teenager she had once been.

Her hand melded with the flesh of the woman, penetrating to her heart.

Jasmine didn't just rip out the still beating heart, she also drained the woman of every drop of stolen power she had.

She left what hadn't been stolen, the tiny whispers of purity still in the woman.

The soldiers gasped, horrified at the transformation. A once beautiful woman reduces to a husk of barely alive flesh.

Jasmine swatted away the cuffs.

"I'm in no mood Mary. Just leave me be."

"No can do Jasmine. Yes, that's right. I know your name. A side effect of being able to do this."

Krauss' hand shot out, her mind invading and dominating Jasmine's.

Jasmine froze, her grip on the heart in her hand loosening until it fell to the ground.

She couldn't stop herself. She picked up the black cuffs, and put them on.

"Those cuffs, are made from the same metal as Core 37. It's just iron. Iron imbued with your own mothers power. You, little girl, have lost."

She was free, from Krauss' control. Her shape shifting was locked though. Her form bound for the first time since being blessed.

Krauss let one of her soldiers approach and Jasmine barely saw the fist coming.

Then she felt the blood leak slowly from her skull as she crumpled to the dirt.

Jasmine was in some serious trouble.