A couple of days later than planned. I was ahead of schedule when I posted the 4th and 5th parts. And then ended up banging my head against the wall trying to fix a few awkward paragraphs in this part. When that happens, rather than keeping on banging my head against the wall for no discernible progress, I've found the best editing fix is to put the second draft on the side for a few days and then come back to it with a fresh mindset.
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5
He reached up and placed his hands on her tits.
"Yes, you can touch them." Astrapia's voice oozed exultant triumph.
They thought his magic was bound along with his body. It wasn't.
Torrents of flame erupted from Phil's hands and flung the succubus backwards. He smelt the acrid tang of her burnt flesh. Her body was still smoking as she hit the floor on the other side of the room.
He'd spotted and recognised the magic-nullification circle before he'd sat down. It had been easy enough to reposition the chair to break the circle. So easy he'd assumed it was the first part of the test. Unfortunately, he hadn't spotted that the circle was actually part of a complex composite of two circles overlaid over each other—one to nullify magic, the other to bind humans.
Or should that be fortunately. Astrapia would have noticed something was wrong the moment the circle failed to activate. Realising he was unbound, she would have been forced to take him more seriously. In a magic duel between him and an aware and unsurprised succubus Phil knew there would only ever be one winner.
He wondered if that was what had happened to Darvill.
It was ironic, Phil thought. His ineptitude had given him a chance to survive this.
Astrapia stirred on the floor.
Phil knew he hadn't killed her. Daemons regenerated, even from fire.
Blackened patches of burnt skin sloughed off Astrapia to reveal healthy pink flesh underneath.
Phil cast his mind back to Cέrμləa's lesson on magic circles and plucked forth a dispelling incantation. He knew they weren't effective when used inside the circle, but he was hoping he'd already weakened the circle by breaking part of it.
"Mulucric exnida Restrac Homnus."
He felt resistance as if it was pressure squeezing his skull. He pushed harder with his will and felt the bubble of magic energies give and then break. The spectral light surrounding the chair winked out and Phil felt relief as the crushing force pinning him to his seat went away.
Astrapia lifted her head. Fury raged in her shark-black eyes. Phil's magical flames had scorched an ugly red trail across her scalp. Silky black hair was already growing up through the blistered skin like fresh shoots.
He didn't have much time. Phil went down on one knee and placed a palm flat on the stone floor. Yes, it was there, burrowing through the dark places, waiting for his call.
"Ĝiškimiti za bursaĝ ul Urpâdu ni Guberim li Išduum Qištu!"
Green vines burst out of the stone flagstones. They coiled around Astrapia's body and bound her to the floor before she could stand up.
Seleucida paused from sexually draining Verdé. "The Vines of Dārû Qištu? How can a nov—"
Phil extended his left hand. Vines erupted from the wall, wrapped around Seleucida and Paradisea, and yanked them away. They were pinned to the wall as if chained there. Thick green fibrous ropes wound across their mouths, gagging them.
"Well done. Well done," Astrapia said.
The succubus, fully regenerated in all her icy beauty, was trussed up like a roast hog with her butt sticking up in the air. Despite this she still had the supernatural succubus ability to look intensely alluring no matter how undignified her current state. She looked less a prisoner and more like an alt glamour model engaged in rope bondage.
The cold fury had left her face and she was all warm smiles as she spoke to him.
"Congratulations. You passed the test. You have demonstrated your power as a warlock."
He'd done it! The realisation flowed through him in a giddy wave. Phil could scarcely believe it. He'd defeated them. He'd used his own magic and defeated succubi.
"And now you can claim your spoils."
Astrapia gave the luscious curves of her ass a little waggle, as much as the vines would allow. Nestled between her legs like a hidden treasure were the clamshell folds of her sex.
"It is the law. The strong have supremacy over the weak. You defeated me and now I am yours to do with as you see fit."
The clamshell folds of her sex rippled and parted enticingly as Phil stared at them.
Yes, it was true. He'd beaten her.
He looked around the room, at the other two succubi chained to the walls with green vines.
He'd beaten them all.
What a rush.
He wasn't a useless dork in a dead end job. He wielded magic. He summoned daemons. He defeated daemons. He was a warlock.
He looked at the three daemonesses trussed up helplessly by his magic.
That was him. He'd done this.
He was good.
No, better than good... fucking awesome.
"I am yours, but... please don't be too hard with me," Astrapia said.
There was a rightness to her words. This was how this world worked. He'd seen it time after time.
And now he was part of this world. He was a warlock... a real warlock.
Astrapia wiggled her ass again. Her sex winked wider, giving Phil a tantalizing glimpse of her moist pink interior.
And now it was time to collect his deserved reward. All he had to do was step up, place his palms flat on the smooth curves of her bum and thrust.
to be continued...