Succubus Summoning 211 (part 5)

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Succubus Summoning 211 (part 5)

“If it’s any consolation, your bringing them here did not change anything.  This was always going to be their fate,” Nÿte said to Darvill.

Phil hadn’t visited this chamber before.  Everything in the room was covered in glossy white latex.  When he wasn’t looking at it directly, the latex seemed to shift and bulge as if something was trapped on the other side.  It reminded him uncomfortably of the souls he’d seen trying to push out through Nurse Honey’s nurse outfit.

At least Darvill was still alive.  That was a plus.

The other student nodded his head at Nÿte’s words.  “Can someone show me the way back to Earth?” he asked.

“I’ll do it!” Cέrμləa said.  She skipped forwards and took Darvill’s hand.

“I’m really sorry,” Phil said to Darvill as he walked past.

“There’s nothing to apologise for,” Darvill said.  “The choices and decisions were theirs to make.”

He gave Phil a friendly fist bump on the shoulder.

“See you back at college.”

He left the room with Cέrμləa and the white iris door closed behind them.

“No fair,” Rosa said with an unhappy pout.  “Why did I have to get the smart one?  Now I’m all frustrated.”

“A promising prospect,” Nurse Honey said.  Her horns had disappeared and her hair had returned to its usual blonde colour.  “He might develop into a fine warlock.”

“Needs to lose some of that arrogance,” Nÿte said.  “Today will have helped him.”

“He could have at least let me give him a blowjob,” Rosa complained.

“You look tired,” Verdé said to Phil.

“It’s been a long day,” Phil said.

Since waking up he’d seen one of Nÿte’s ghoulish collections; fought a spider daemon; ran around the castle in search of his fellow students; had sex with a succubus covered in the freshly-spilled blood of one of those students.  Rest would be good.  Therapy might also be needed.

Verdé went behind him and started to gently knead the meat of his shoulders.  “You need a little pampering,” she said.

Her nose wrinkled.

“And a good clean up,” she added.

Rosa’s ears pricked up.  “Giving our warlock a good pampering, I like that idea.  Mmm, my pussy will give you a really nice pampering.”

She started to walk towards Phil . . .

. . . and was intercepted by Nÿte.  The other succubus put an arm around her waist, squeezed her tight to her, and steered her away towards the exit.

“Mine was a little too young to fully appreciate the talents of a succubus,” Nÿte said to Rosa, “so I had some fun with our master instead.  I think we should let him have a quiet night to recuperate.”

“But . . . but . . .” Rosa said to no avail as Nÿte guided her away.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” Verdé said.

She took him down to the opulent bathing area, put him under a hot shower to sluice away the abattoir remnants of Joey Chalk, and then lightly sponged him all over until he felt fresh and clean.  Well, clean at least.

“Did they have to die?” he asked Verdé as she walked him back to his room.

“You’ve all chosen a difficult path to walk,” she said.  “Those that don’t possess the requisite strength and ability will not make it to the end.  That’s the way it’s always been.”

That sounded cold to Phil, yet Verdé had said it as though it was perfectly natural.  Maybe to daemons it was.  Phil didn’t think he’d ever get used it and he doubted this would be the last occurrence.

Verdé blew him a tingling kiss and then glided away down the corridor.  Phil entered his room.  It was in darkness.

Strange.  He normally pulled aside the black sheet he used to block out the bright pink sky from the window when he got up at whatever felt like morning.

It had been one of those days.  He must have forgotten and there wasn’t any opportunity to do it later.  He didn’t even bother to make any light.  He took his stinky robes off and tossed them into the corner.  Then he dived backwards onto his bed.  This was one of those rare occasions when he was glad the bed was as ludicrously big and soft as it was.

He didn’t land on it.  Instead he landed on some sticky filaments that were maybe suspended an inch or so above it.

. . . sticky filaments that felt suspiciously like a giant web.

. . . that looked like a giant web.

He heard giggling out in the darkness.

“Look at what’s fallen into my little web,” L’mactia said.

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Hmm.  I was going to torment everyone a little more and leave you all in suspense for another day, but Literotica have been fantastically efficient with their posting times again.  The full chapter is now up and can be read here.

The next chapter (212) will be a little shorter.  I'll see if I can get it out around the start of December.

Also, if you were a little disappointed that L'mactia's spidery friends didn't get a chance to show off their talents, never fear, I've written a little spin-off story where both of them get to have a little fun with a hapless human captive.  That's part of something I'm planning for 2015.

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