Showing posts with label succubus summoning 201. Show all posts
Showing posts with label succubus summoning 201. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 19, 2022

Succubus Summoning 101 and 201 are back on sale

As I mentioned a few weeks ago, my publisher, eXcessica, closed their doors at the end of last year.  This meant all my ebooks (with the exception of the shorter novellas I self-published myself) were unpublished and taken down from sale.  I've been steadily putting them back up again under my own name.

Succubus Summoning 101 and Succubus Summoning 201 are now back up.  In fact, they've been back up on Amazon for over a week.  I've just been waiting for approval to go through at other sites.

That process was... a little interesting.  While I'm no stranger to it, having self-published the Sandwiched by series (which I need to go back to a straighten out at some point), it's been a few years, so there was some rust to shake off and copious swearing at manuscript formatting software that insists on changing text formatting whether you want it to or not!

You can find them here:

They should also be showing up on Google Play and Barnes & Noble at some point.  I'm still waiting for either my account to be approved or other distributors to push them out.

If you have an ebook retailer you use that isn't one of those and would like to be able to buy my ebooks from them, let me know and I'll get them up there.

Also, because formatting can be an imprecise science, if you pick up a copy and it looks like ass on your device, let me know and I'll try and get it fixed.  I checked them against the site's previewer, but sometimes things can get mangled when converting files.

The collections are still on the way.  I wanted to take this as an opportunity to redo the covers and maybe tweak the contents.  More on that in a week or two!

Thursday, December 15, 2016

How not to make your print cover

As promised, here is the whole sorry saga of why it took so long to make the print version of Succubus Summoning 201 available.

First off I should go through the process I follow to make print versions of my books available for readers to buy.  My publisher, eXcessica, uses Amazon's CreateSpace to produce Print On Demand paperback versions of their books.  The files they need from me, the author, are a correctly formatted manuscript and a high resolution pdf of the coverflat.

The coverflat is the full cover of the book - back, spine, front - laid out flat.  In order to create this CreateSpace asks the author to fill in a bit of data on how big they want the finished paperback to be and how many pages the manuscript is.  The number of pages value is needed to determine the thickness of the spine.  Once CreateSpace has all the info it spits out a template that looks like this:

I'll go over what the dotted lines and other stuff means in a mo.  First there's the obvious dependency - CreateSpace can't give you this template until you know the total number of pages in your book, and you won't know this until you've finished and correctly formatted the manuscript.  This is a problem for people like me who have an unfortunate tendency to push our deadlines rather fine.

When I get caught in a time crunch, my usual approach is to focus on making sure the ebook version is ready in time and then try to get the print version done as soon after as possible (the manuscripts are formatted a little different - nothing major, but it does take a little fiddling around).

As a result the cover art is done backwards.  Rather than getting my artist to create the full cover art and then cutting out the front cover part to serve as the ebook front cover, I have them create the front cover first and then give them the full template to do the rest as soon as I have it.

The ebook front cover is relatively straightforward.  What you see is what you get and the artist has control of where the boundaries occur.  For Succubus Summoning 201, that gives us this front cover:

My art direction was to follow on the theme of Succubus Summoning 101 and make the cover look like one of those old leather-bound tomes with clasps and bits of metal around the edges.  Sort of like this:

For the ebook cover this is relatively straightforward as the artist knows the exact margins and where the exact edge of the cover is.

For the print coverflat is becomes a little more complex.  If you look at the template above you'll see there are dotted lines and a salmon-pink border.  The dotted line indicates where the cover will be cut out, but this is not 100% precise, hence the salmon-pink border.  This represents the bleed area and everything in it is a sort of Schrödinger's artwork - it might get cut off and not appear on the final cover, but you have to have something there in case it doesn't.  So this something should look okay enough that you don't mind it being on the front cover, but also shouldn't be important enough that it has to be on the front cover.

For most book covers (and the case with all my short story collections) this isn't a problem.  The edge is background stuff that can be chopped off at any point.  Then we have the Succubus Summoning 201 cover and those little corner pieces...

Oh boy.

Somewhere in the (sort of) commissioning process I managed to totally confuse my artist on what the bleed area was and what it meant.  Many mistakes were made, over and over...

I should also mention at this point that my cover artist is also my brother and he volunteers his time for nothing more than thanks and beer.  As he has a family and full-time job, he only has the spare time to work on things at his own pace.  This means that turnaround times are going to be, by necessity, slow and inconsistent.

The first mix-up was with the dimensions.  The correct dimensions for the coverflat should be 3468 x 2475, 600 ppi.  The coverflat template comes with a resolution of 300 ppi.  In between our respective art programs we managed to get stuck between the right resolution but four times the size, or the right size but the wrong resolution.

I found this out after sending a ridiculously huge file to Stacey, the assistant at eXcessica, that took some finangling to even send it through email before she realised it was way too big for CreateSpace.

We managed to get that sorted and then the bleed area problems hit.

The next submission was rejected by CreateSpace for having text too close to the edge.  This was where I managed to confuse my brother.  He misunderstood what I meant by having a bleed area around the edges and his first fix was to increase the size of canvas to add a bit around the edges.  This doesn't work as the cover is still going to be cut out at the same dotted lines.  The next attempt had the right-sized canvas and the blurb on the back moved away from the margins.  It also positioned the corner ornamentation right in the bleed area.  When I overlaid the template I saw straightaway that virtually all of the corner pieces would be cut off, and sent it back.

My proposed fix was to position the whole coverflat inside the salmon-pink border and then fill the edges with background cover.  I wanted to extend the pseudo-metal ornamentation to the edges, so I told my brother to widen them to fill out to the edges.

This didn't work either as Stacey came back to say the coverflat had been bounced again for having essential art bits within the bleed area.

I asked her if we could just overrule it as I didn't mind if some of it was cut-off.

Unfortunately this was something she didn't have any control over.  My guess is CreateSpace has some automated checks on the cover art.

So, back to the drawing board for the umpteenth time.  As my brother's time is limited, these back and forths took place over the course of a couple of months.  Rather than bother him again I repositioned an old version of the coverflat inside the safe area and filled the borders with a flat colour taken from the background to blend it in.  This left me with this:

...which was thankfully good enough to pass as well as turning out okay when displayed on the Amazon site:

So there you have it - less of an excuse and more an acknowledgement of me and my brother being giant idiots.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this little peek behind the scenes of the publishing process.  Thankfully, there is a happy ending.  As I posted on Monday, the print version of Succubus Summoning 201 is now available to buy on either Amazon, or directly from CreateSpace.  Sorry for making you all wait so long!

Monday, December 12, 2016

Print version of Succubus Summoning 201 is finally here!

A little (lot!) later than planned, I can finally say the paperback version of Succubus Summoning 201 is available to buy.  This continues Phil's sexy (mis)adventures with Verdé, Rosa and friends as the hapless warlock tries to learn magic while surviving the amorous advances of various seductive succubi and monster girls.

You can get it from Amazon here, or directly from my publisher, eXcessica here.  I get more money from the second link, but sales from Amazon bump up the book's rating and make it easier for new readers to find, so I don't mind where you get it from.  Go to whoever suits you best.

Here are some 'inside-baseball' answers to a couple of questions I imagine people will have.

Why is it so expensive for a paperback book?

POD (Print on Demand), I'm afraid.  This is the reality of being a quasi-independent author.  Mass-market paperbacks have print runs in the thousands to keep the costs down (with the downside that the publisher ends up out of pocket if the book turns out to be a dud).  I'm below that level, so the only way to produce paperback versions is as a speciality item with prices to match.  On the flip side, independents can price their ebooks lower as they don't have to worry about cannibalising their print market.

Why did it take so freaking long to get the print version done?

Um, yeah.

The tl;dr version is my cover artist and I managed to get horribly mixed up on what was meant by bleed area on the cover template and mistakes were made... over and over.

The even shorter version - see those metallic embellishments on the corners of the book, don't do this on your book designs.

I'll go into the full sorry saga tomorrow as it might be of interest to other self-published (quasi or otherwise) writers looking to put out print versions of their books through CreateSpace.

But back to our regular scheduled content...

The print version of Succubus Summoning 201 is now out.  Sorry for making you all wait so long.  I hope you all enjoy it and find a place for it on your bookshelves.  Although you might want to put it somewhere where innocent neighbours don't pick it up and flick through by accident.  Or maybe you do... 😈

Wednesday, September 14, 2016

A Night at McHooligans is out!

Three erotic horror short stories set within the Succubus Summoning universe.

“A Night at McHooligans”.  Novice warlock Phil Rowling visits a rough pub on Halloween with his succubus, Rosa, and the enigmatic daemon, Carnivrillarofax.  A vicious bar brawl provides opportunities for carnage and sex for the two daemons while Phil just wants to escape with all his limbs intact.

“Last Night of Freedom”.  Groom-to-be Jake Bellett is determined to stay faithful to his future wife while on a wild and raunchy stag do in Tallinn, but when he sees the well-stacked blonde in the red latex devil bodysuit everything goes to hell.  Literally.  The woman is the succubus Nurse Honey, and she will test his fidelity to the limit.

“A Chance Glance and a Chance Conversation in a Student Bar”.  New student Devin Lucassen feels out of place as a metalhead in a bar full of trendy students.  Then a chance glance and a chance conversation expose him to a sexy and terrifying shadow world of demons and magic.

Available on Amazon, Smashwords and Kobo.  It should also be distributed to other ebook retailers via Smashwords.

This is the little collection that was supposed to come out before the release of Succubus Summoning 201, but ended up being put back because of time pressures.  "Last Night of Freedom" is the brand new Nurse Honey story.  Originally I planned for it to be a short short along the lines of the H-space Monster Girl Bestiary stories.  Then I had so much fun writing it the story expanded to a similar length as my other erotic horror short stories (5,500 words).

Tuesday, September 13, 2016

For those that wanted more Nurse Honey...

Here's a little excerpt from the extra story I added to the A Night at McHooligans mini-collection.

“What’s your name?” Jake asked the well-stocked blonde in the red latex devil bodysuit as she led him to a private area at the back of the club.

“Honey,” she replied.

Seemed appropriate, Jake thought.  She was certainly sweet on the eye.  He was almost drunk enough to say that aloud, but was thankfully still sober enough to know how cheesy it sounded.

Honey took him through a dark velvet curtain.  To his right was a line of wide chairs facing a mirrored wall.  Each chair had a partition screening it off from its neighbour.  Jake glimpsed one attractive girl gyrating for the benefit of her unseen watcher.  He thought Honey was going to take him to a vacant seat, but instead she took him to the left, down a short corridor, and then through a door into a small dark room.

There was a large mirror on one of the walls and the rest were covered in dark burgundy drapes.  Spot lights in each corner of the floor gave the room dim, intimate illumination.  Further light was provided by a neon strip running along the bottom of the mirror.  A big wide black armchair faced the wall with the mirror.  Unlike the corridor with mirrors, it was the only chair.  This room was for the private private dances.

“Your friend said it was a special night for you,” Honey said.  “I told him I’d take you to the VIP room for a very private show.”

“Very nice,” Jake said.

He remembered Harry’s words about this place being more than just a strip club and felt an illicit thrill course through his genitals.

There was also a stab of guilty conscience.

Jake shoved it aside.  This was just a lap dance, nothing more.

The chair was upholstered in the same shiny rubber as her bodysuit, only black instead of red.  It was also extremely soft.  Jake sat in the chair, and sank... and sank... until it felt like the piece of furniture was practically engulfing him.  The rubber surface was warm and slightly tacky.

Honey stood before him and pouted suggestively as she ran her hands over her luscious latex-covered curves.

What.  A.  Fucking.  Body. Jake thought.  The glossy red latex clung so tightly to her form it looked as though it had been painted on.  It reflected the intimate lighting and showed off her body to devastating effect.

She stepped forward and pushed his knees apart.  She slithered down to a crouch between his legs.  Dark eyes smouldering with filthy intent, she looked up at him while she lapped away tantalisingly close to his crotch with a pink tongue.

Then she poured herself into his lap.  The soft chair shifted with the addition of her weight as she rubbed her big breasts up Jake’s chest.  She pressed them into his face and he caught the scent of rubber mixed with sweet perfume before she fully submerged his face in her cleavage.  Jake came up with a goofy grin on his lips.

She sat back in his lap.  Her hands went to the plunging neckline of her bodysuit.  The V was stretched taut across her ample bust.

“Want to see more?” she asked.

I've finished all the final editing and formatting and I'm about to upload the ebook to Amazon and everywhere else.  It usually takes about 24 hours or so to go live.  I'll put a fresh post up tomorrow as soon as it's available.

Friday, September 09, 2016

Succubus Summoning 201 is out!

The path to becoming a warlock is long, difficult, and—in Phil Rowling’s case—filled with unhealthy amounts of dangerous sex.

After summoning and being dragged off to hell by Verdé and her sexy succubus friends, Phil returns to Wargsnouts College for Warlocks to discover he’s been placed in the fast track Advanced Studies class.  Here students are taught how to control and harness the power of their daemons.  Phil just wants to find out how to stop his succubi from trying to kill him and his fellow students with mind-blowing, soul-draining sex.  On top of this he also has to worry about a callous teacher who doesn’t care how many of his students die, a vengeful student sending an alluring arachne assassin after him to sexually suck him to death, and additional lessons from his own succubus, Cέrμləa, that might just unhinge rather than broaden his mind.

Magic, mayhem, monster girls, and dollops and dollops of weird sex abound as hapless novice warlock Phil Rowling continues his misadventures in succubus summoning.

The new ebook is out!

You can find the digital version at:
Barnes & Noble
Excessica's own website
and other online ebook retailers.  (If you can't find it at your online ebook retailer of choice, let me know and I'll try and sort it out.)

The print version to come as soon as I get the print manuscript and coverflat done.

(The mini-ebook collection set in between 101 and 201 is also on the way.  That bonus Nurse Honey story I said I'd do ended up clocking in a little longer than I expected at 5,500 words or so.)

I hope you all enjoy it and please spread the word.  If the book does great it will make it harder for my lazy ass to come up with more excuses to put off starting 301. ;)

Thursday, September 08, 2016

Another Cover Sneak Peak - A Night at McHooligans

This is for the ebook version of "A Night at McHooligans" that is (was) meant to bridge the gap between Succubus Summoning 101 and Succubus Summoning 201.

Given the very short time constraints, I think the artist did a good job on this one.  It's got a quick 'n' dirty vibe that reminds me of seedy old thriller paperbacks.  It'll do the job.

My original plan was to put the ebook short out about two weeks or so before Succubus Summoning 201 as both a way to introduce Carnivrillarofax for the people that might have missed the original story and as an appetiser for the main book coming out later.

As Succubus Summoning 201 should be hitting all the ebook tomorrow...

Did I mention I suck at deadlines?

In this case the extras ending up working a little too well.  The most common request was for a short story featuring Nurse Honey.  I was going to rattle off something quick in the region of 2-3K words, but then I got a little carried away...  (Nurse Honey giving someone a sexy lap dance while dressed in a red latex devil outfit, who wouldn't! :) )

This should be coming out at the end of week, either at around the same time or just after Succubus Summoning 201.  I'll post full details when it hits the virtual shelves.

Tuesday, September 06, 2016

More Updates on Succubus Summoning 201

I have a release date, and it's soon.  This Friday to be exact.  On the 9th September Succubus Summoning 201 should be available to buy from Amazon and similar places.

I also still suck at deadlines.

I wanted to get everything in so I could sure of the release date and have a nice couple of weeks hyping it up here and on other websites.  As it was I delivered the manuscript 7 hours after the Monday noon deadline, and this for a book where I'd already completed the final chapter two months ago! :)

Thankfully my publisher, Excessica, were still cool with everything and Succubus Summoning 201 should go live at the end of the week.

One thing I want to clear up now before it disappoints readers who might have been expecting to find a lot of new stuff in the ebook version - there are not many extra scenes this time around.  I tried.  I had a plan for a few extra background bits on college life through the eyes of Darvill. I battled with it right up until the morning of the day the book was due, but I couldn't get them to work.

(This is one of the reasons why the manuscript was delivered 7 hours late.)

What I did do is spend a lot of time adding a bit more polish to the chapters.  Some sections were rewritten to be less clunky, a lot of typos were found and fixed, and I changed some of the terminology to be more consistent across the whole book.  It should be a much smoother read now.

It should also be free of some of the weird continuity errors that inevitably happen when a series is spread across five years and the writer forgets or misremembers details.  One of these errors I only managed to spot in my final proofreading check on my kindle.

(This is the other reason why the manuscript was delivered 7 hours late.)

It's Succubus Summoning 201, but it's a much higher quality version of Succubus Summoning 201 (crosses fingers, hopes he didn't miss too many typos...).  I hope you all enjoy it when it comes out at the end of the week.

Tuesday, August 23, 2016

Succubus Summoning 201: Additional Chapters and Extras

As with Succubus Summoning 101, I'm intending to include a few extra short chapters to fill in some background info on the world and characters.  Here's a question for you all out there:

What bits of the Succubus Summoning 201-213 chapters did you find unclear and what additional background would you like to see filled in?

This is mainly about the college and the other students (Darvill in particular).  I know you all have a lot of questions about Verdé and the others, but I'm keeping those cards close to my chest for the time being. ;)

The other thing I'm planning to do is to release "A Night at McHooligans" as an ebook novella just before Succubus Summoning 201 comes out.  The reason for this is because I don't know how many readers are aware of the series/shorts on Literotica and other places, and anyone going straight from Succubus Summoning 101 to Succubus Summoning 201 is going to wonder who the hell Carnivrillarofax is and how Phil knows him.  (There was no good way of incorporating the short story in Succubus Summoning 201 without it being out of sequence or wrecking the flow of the plot - I did try! :D)

The options are to price the ebook "A Night at McHooligans" as free or 99c (same as the Sandwiched by series, which I will be getting back to once Succubus Summoning 201 is out).  Free would likely leave me out of pocket once commissioning cover art and extra time spent editing/formatting is taken into account.  On the other hand, I loathe charging people for things that are already free online (I know some people don't mind this as they see it as supporting future work, but I don't want to take the piss).  So, if I was going to slap a price tag on this, I'd like to make sure there were some nice extras there so readers would feel they were at least buying something.

That leads me to:

What extras would you like to see in an ebook version of "A Night at McHooligans"?

Character bios?  Spellbook?  Mini bestiary within the universe?  An original short story might be an option, but it would likely need to be very short for me to be able to finish it in time.  Maybe a gratuitous excuse for a drawn-out sex scene with one of the five succubi.  I know some people have been begging to see some more Nurse Honey sexy action.  This is also a possibility.

Anyway, tell me your desires in the comments below and I'll see I can give Succubus Summoning 201 (and extras) the release it deserves.

Monday, August 22, 2016

Working on editing Succubus Summoning 201

Yep, in the guts of putting the Succubus Summoning 201 novel together.  That means things might be quiet around here for a week or so, depending on how things go.

I have three H-space monster girl bestiary stories in various stages of progress.  If I can sneak time to work on them, I'll post them in the usual weekly slot.  This is largely dependent on how Succubus Summoning 201 is progressing.  (And yes, you can surmise from this that the projected release date is not far off).

Thursday, July 21, 2016

Succubus Summoning 213, part 8

Part 1Part 2Part 3Part 4Part 5Part 6, Part 7

Rosa looked at Verdé.  "What happened to you?"

"Playtime with some bedmistresses from the Palace of Infernal and Iniquitous Pleasures," Verdé said.

Rosa raised an eyebrow at Verdé before continuing on with her introduction of the armoured daemon standing at her side.

"Anyway, I found someone.  Valkarykarynarökris Helvargan will give our novice his final—"

The armoured daemon, Valkarykarynarökris, stared at Phil with piercing blue eyes.  Her gaze was so intense Phil had the uncomfortable feeling she was stripping the skin, flesh and bone away to stare right through to what lay beneath.

"It is not necessary," Valkarykarynarökris said, cutting Rosa off mid-sentence.

Then she turned on her heels and left the room through the portal Cέrμləa had created, leaving two speechless succubi and a baffled Phil behind.

"My, how rude," Verdé said.

"That's pride daemons for you," Rosa said.  "No wonder no-one likes them."

She looked at Phil.

"Do you think it counts?" she asked Verdé.

"I think so," Verdé said.  "Is that all of them now?"

"Hmm, let me see," Rosa said.  "Carnivrillarofax... Mr G... Ûmūn Šag..."  She counted them off on her fingers.  "...Puff and Pfaffle... Cέrμləa."

"Tsk, Ab'ĝalga," Verdé corrected.

"Ab'ĝalga," Rosa repeated.  "And Valkarykarynarökris Helvargan just now.  I think that's all of them.  Well, aside from that dominion."

"No-one counts that dominion," Verdé said.

Phil listened to them without having the slightest idea what they were talking about.  He had other things on his mind.  He kept glancing nervously at the door, expecting a vengeful Astrapia and friends to burst through the door at any moment.

"Well, if that is all of them..."


Both turned to Phil with broad smiles on their faces.

"Congratulations, fledgling.  You are now officially a warlock."

"Um, isn't that something the college determines after seven years?" Phil said.

The two succubi laughed.

"This calls for a celebration," Rosa said.  "Let's go find some yummy students and screw them to—"

"Meditate," Verdé interrupted.

Rosa glanced at Phil.  "Oh yes, meditate."  She looked Verdé over.  "You look like you could do with a spot of meditation."

"The bedmistresses play a little rough," Verdé said.

Rosa raised an eyebrow again.

Phil said.  He glanced again at his door.  "Shouldn't we be worried about those bedmistresses?"

"It will be fine," Verdé said.  "Little skirmishes like this are a regular part of the daemon world.  They rarely go further."

"If you're worried we can have Nÿte talk to Mother Diabolica," Rosa said.  "She might even let Nÿte bring one back for you to play with.  Was there one in particular you'd like to fuck?"

Phil didn't have the slightest clue how to respond to that, so he didn't.

Fortunately he didn't have to, as a young girl with blue hair, horns and red eyes appeared on the other side of the doorway to hell.

"Ah, Cέrμləa is here to give you your lesson for the day," Verdé said.  "We'll leave you with her while we go off and..." she shared a glance with Rosa.  "...meditate."

"Yes, and discuss some other things," Rosa said, giving Verdé a pointed stare.

"I know what they mean by meditate," Phil said after they'd left.  "I'm not that stupid.  It's not as if I could stop them anyway."

"You should be happy," Cέrμləa said.  "Congratulations are in order."

"I don't suppose you feel like explaining what it all means," Phil said.

"Those that would wield daemons must demonstrate they can overcome all their daemons, not just the most prominent," Cέrμləa said.

Phil wrestled with understanding, before giving up.  "Um, I don't suppose you could be more specific?"

"Sure," Cέrμləa said.  "The first daemon a human attracts to them is one that reflects the greatest weakness in their character.  That daemon can grant power, but mostly it's only interested in the human's soul unless the human shows promise.  Weak masters are of no use to us.

"Given you were a lonely, horny teen with no knowledge of the opposite sex, your daemon was always going to come from the Dominion of Lust.  You survived the first trial, but a warlock must prove they can withstand the temptations of all the other dominions.  The exception to this is the eighth, the Dominion of F—"

She put a hand to her mouth.

"Oh wait, it's far too early to talk about that one.  You all should forget I even mentioned it.

"Anyway," she continued.  "You were given trials corresponding to each of the other dominions.  You survived them.  You are now, by the accords of hell, a warlock."

Phil went over her words.  "That was surprisingly clear and understandable," he said.

"It was?" Cέrμləa said.  "Hmm.  Oh well, you should probably take it with a pinch of salt.  I'm not the most reliable when it comes to explanations."

So much for clear and understandable, Phil thought.  Shaking his head he stepped through the portal and back into hell.  At least he was still alive.

Cέrμləa lingered on the threshold and stared through the doorway into Phil's bedroom on Earth.  She reached out with a finger and tapped on the open doorway as if it was a sheet of glass.  Glowing ripples of blue light spread out from the point of contact even though, to all extents and purposes, there was nothing there but empty air.

"Soon," she whispered.

And that's that for the Succubus Summoning 201 arc.  I hope you've all enjoyed it despite the rather infrequent update schedule.  It's not the end of Phil's adventures with deliciously salacious succubi.  I'm going to take a break from this series to write up some other story ideas that have been sitting patiently in the back of my head, but then I'll return with Succubus Summoning 301 to pick up some of the story threads I've deliberately left open.

I'm aiming to collect all the 201 chapters together into an ebook/print book.  Look out for that when it hits Amazon.  (Feedback on the ending or anything is welcome – If I've screwed up here, there's still a chance to fix it before the final book version!)

Thanks for reading!

Next week will be back to the H-space Monster Girl Bestiary shorts.

Tuesday, July 19, 2016

Succubus Summoning 213, part 7

Part 1Part 2Part 3Part 4Part 5, Part 6

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.

Yeah right.  Like he was that stupid.  He knew how succubi operated.

Phil turned and went to Verdé.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

She nodded.  Phil noticed there were faint little crow's feet at the corner of her eyes, but their presence was fleeting and they were gone by the time he helped her to her feet.

"Thank you," she whispered and placed a soft kiss on his cheek that made him feel like the whole of his body had been wrapped up in a pleasant warm glow.

She put her robes back on.  Phil looked anxiously at the bound succubi.  He didn't know how long the vines would hold them.

"We should leave," Phil said.

"You know, there is a perverse irony to this situation I would find highly arousing if I wasn't so exhausted," Verdé said.

"You're missing out," Astrapia called out to Phil.  "You have no idea of the pleasures my pussy can bring you."

"We really should leave," Phil said.

Verdé put her arm around Phil and rested her head on his shoulder as they walked—too slowly for Phil's liking—out of the room.  He kept glancing behind him as they walked back to his room.  It was one of the few occasions where he was glad to find Rosa waiting in his bedroom.

She was not alone.  Standing next to the red-headed succubus was a stern-looking woman wearing full plate armour.  Rosa was tall by human standards and the woman standing next to her was easily a full head taller.  Or rather, daemon.  Her lips were cobalt-blue in colour and the teeth behind them were pointed, as were her ears.  Her skin, where it was visible, had a blue rather than pink tinge.  Her armour was white with gold trim and so elaborate it looked more like a piece of art then a suit of protective gear.  It had been polished so brightly it hurt the eyes to stare at for too long.

Who was she?  She resembled some kind of fantasy paladin or valkyrie.

Yes, who is she?  To be concluded...

Sunday, July 17, 2016

Succubus Summoning 213, part 6

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.

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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...

Wednesday, July 13, 2016

Succubus Summoning 213, part 5

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Swishing her fan back and forth, Astrapia stood up and approached Phil's chair.

"Run," Verdé said.  "This is not a test.  They're not following the rules.  They killed the other one."

"Darvill?" Phil said, shocked.

"We identified him as a potential future threat, so we eliminated him on behalf of our master."

Phil couldn't believe what he was hearing.  He knew Wargsnouts was crazy, but crazy enough to let the teachers murder their own pupils with daemons...?  That was beyond fucked up.

"I'm no threat," he protested.

"I know you're not.  You're a worm," Astrapia said.  She tickled the tip of Phil's nose with her perfume-scented fan.  "But the Palace of Infernal and Iniquitous Pleasures is the representative of the Dominion of Lust on this Earth.  We won't brook any interference from low-class, no-house little slut daemons."

"Stop talking and run."  Verdé pushed out the strained words in between helpless gasps and sighs.  "Go get Rosa or Nÿte."

Astrapia turned to her and laughed.  "The impudence.  Nÿte?  Rosa?  What lies have you been feeding this poor worm?"  She turned back to Phil.  "Let me guess.  Did she claim to be the Eréš Nūkric?"

"Run, Phil," Verdé sighed.  She shuddered as another powerful climax overtook her.

Astrapia pulled aside Phil's robes.  She swept her fluffy fan across his nipples.

"He doesn't want to run.  He wants to stick his big fat cock in my luscious wet cunt and fill me with his hot, gushing spunk.  Don't you, worm."

What Phil wanted to do was think.

He knew he couldn't run because of the circle binding him.  He also knew he couldn't use the emergency dismissal incantation on them either.  They were The Scrote's daemons.  Only he had the authority to send them back to their plane.

However, there was something else Phil could do.  While Astrapia had been taunting Verdé and teasing him he'd been sending out mental feelers.

Yes, he could sense it.  It was much weaker here, weak enough that Phil would have to put a lot into the summons, but he thought he could still reach it.

Astrapia pushed his legs together and straddled him.  Her pussy gaped hungrily.  She looked at him like a cat with a mouse as she ran her feathered fan over his exposed skin.

He also had another advantage.

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.

to be continued...

Monday, July 11, 2016

Succubus Summoning 213, part 4

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"So it's going to be like that," Verde said without the slightest hint of fear or concern.

The two succubi converged on her.  They did not fight, at least not in any way Phil recognised as fighting.  If anything it resembled more a sizzling-hot three-way lesbian orgy.  Phil supposed it made sense for succubus fights to be about sex as well.  He found it hard to follow.  At first there was a Sapphic embrace as Verdé and Seleucida squashed their tits together and rubbed their nipples against each other.  Their lips met in wet sloppy kisses and their hands roamed all over each other's curves while they let out sighs of pleasure.

Paradisea joined in.  She pressed her breasts up against Verdé's back and reached around to grab Verdé's tits.  The other succubus's eyelids fluttered and her cheeks reddened as Paradisea's fingers clamped Verdé's nipples and tugged them.

Verdé had no intention of letting the other succubi do all the work.  Her hands lit up with a soft green glow.  She brought her left hand down between Seleucida's legs and the other succubus gasped in pleasure as Verdé inserted first one and then two fingers between the hairless folds of Seleucida's pussy.  All three went to the floor in a tangle of heaving bosoms, groping hands, lapping tongues and lewd sighs.

"Enjoying the show?" Astrapia said to Phil as she languidly fluttered her fan of fluffy pink feathers.  She cocked her head.  "Oh, are you feeling left out.  Don't worry, I'll show you how good it feels to fuck a succubus of real class."

She uncrossed her legs and her hairless sex winked at Phil, revealing the moist pink interior.  Phil's gaze was drawn to it and held.  The succubus wrapped her sexual aura around him like a velvet-gloved fist and squeezed.

It took most of Phil's willpower to tear his gaze away.  He looked over to the writhing pile of nubile flesh on the floor to his left.  It was hard to see who had the upper hand.  Verdé maybe.  She was on top of Seleucida and her fist was buried up to the wrist in the other woman's sex.

"Is that all you've got?" Seleucida said coldly.

Or maybe not.

Paradisea struck.  Her tail plunged into Verdé's ass like a lance and the green-haired succubus threw her head back and let out a shocked gasp that was more pleasure than pain.  Seleucida slithered off Verdé's hand and turned.  The end of her tail puffed up and she embedded it in Verdé's vagina.  Verdé shuddered and let out a cry.  Glistening juices squirted out of her pussy as Seleucida's tail probed deeper.

If it had been a fight it was now over.  Verdé lay unresisting between the two succubi and gave out little panting sighs of bliss as the other succubi's tails throbbed and swelled in her ass and vagina.  This wasn't a sex act, Phil realised.

"You're hurting her," he said.

This was feeding.  The knowledge of it changed what Phil was seeing, made it loathsome, like watching giant leeches suck the life fluids out of hapless prey.  As he watched, little bulges ran up the succubi's tails.  Verdé's fluids... life?

"Concern for your little slut daemon, how weak," Astrapia said.  "To let a little tramp like this wrap you around her finger.  You're no warlock at all."

They were feeding off her, draining her.  He had to stop this.

Phil went to stand up.  Astrapia laughed and tapped the tip of her tail on the floor.  White light erupted around Phil as the magic circle surrounding his chair activated.  He was slammed back down as if the force of gravity had increased ten-fold around him.

Shit, he'd missed that one.

"Anyway, there's no need to fear for your little slut," Astrapia said.

"I'm not going to suck out all her vitality," Seleucida said.  She sucked on her finger with sumptuous lips.  "Just enough to leave her looking like a wizened old crone."

"It won't be permanent," Astrapia said.  "She'll regain her former beauty in, oh, a century or so.  We don't kill our own.  Humans, however..."

Swishing her fan back and forth, Astrapia stood up and approached Phil's chair.

Saturday, July 09, 2016

Succubus Summoning 213, part 3

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"As delightful as this all is, it is rather unnecessary," Verdé said.

Astrapia fluttered a fan of fluffy pink feathers and gave Verdé a glare that detracted from her otherwise seductive appearance.

"My master has already passed the first trial..." Verdé continued.

He had? Phil thought.

"...and you are of the same dominion, so..."

They might have been from the same dominion, but the other succubi did not seem to like Verdé being there at all and showed their disapproval with stony glares.

"I'm not saying it's a total waste," Verdé changed tack.  "Even if he might not look keen now, I'm sure my master would love to experience some of the famed sensual skills of the incomparable bedmistresses of the Palace of Infernal and Iniquitous Pleasures."

"Which house do you belong to?" Astrapia asked Verdé.  "I know you're not from the Palace of Infernal and Iniquitous Pleasures.  The Garden of Exquisite Tortures?  No, you're far too vanilla for them.  The Pagoda of the Euphoric Lotus?  No, I don't see it.  I don't think you're from one of the minor houses either."

Verdé gave a disarming laugh.  "I know the Palace of Infernal and Iniquitous Pleasures is built upon tenets of order and discipline, but those tenets are not shared by the rest of the Dominion of Lust.  I have no house.  I have no need of a house."

"You see your mistake," Astrapia said to Phil.  "You've allowed yourself to be seduced by a pair of low-class lust daemons wanting to use you as a cheap ticket to this Earth.  A warlock of greater distinction and class would have chosen more wisely than a pair of no-house tramps."

"Now you're being rude," Verdé said.  "Not that I mind.  Nasty talk gets me so wet."

She paused.  Her nostrils dilated and she frowned.

"Has a soul been spilled here recently?"

"Seleucida, Paradisea, quieten this impudent slut."

"So it's going to be like that," Verdé said without the slightest hint of fear or concern.

to be continued...

Yes, it's a short update.  I couldn't resist not passing up that cliffhanger. :)

Thursday, July 07, 2016

Succubus Summoning 213, part 2

Part 1

"Oi, what are you up to, Greenie?" he asked Verdé.  His prominent lower jaw jutted out like a bulldog's.

"I thought I saw a little bit of fluff on her arm," she said, all innocence as she withdrew her hand.

Mr Buggeritall eyeballed her.

A spark of mischief lit up Verdé's green eyes.  "You can watch," she said.  "I'm sure you'll enjoy the show."

Mr Buggeritall considered it...

...but not for very long.

He jammed a thumb against his chest.  "The only one that gets to mess with toots is me," he said.  "We're going to go far together."

Adriana gave an apologetic smile for her imp's antics, but there was none of the desperation Phil had seen before.  It was as she'd said—she'd accepted it and come to an accommodation with the noisome imp's presence.

"You know it has to happen at some point," Verdé said.

"It will... when she's ready," Mr Buggeritall said with a determination that belied his tiny uncouth form.

The door to the test room opened and Phil's name was called out.

"I wouldn't worry," Adriana called after him.  "I'm sure you'll be fine."

"Another one with promise," Verdé said as she and Phil walked to the test room.  "Although she still has a long path to walk."

Phil was more concerned about his path coming to an end right here.  He was looking at the succubus standing next to the open door and feeling anything but fine.  Butterflies fluttered in his stomach and random facts and pieces of information swirled through his head in a great impenetrable swarm.

Phil really really hated tests.

He entered the room and saw it was as Adriana had described—the only people in the room were three of The Scrote's succubi.  With a sinking feeling Phil recognised the one sitting in the chair opposite him.  She was the one who'd made him ejaculate into her hand on the very first day he'd gone to one of Stine's fast-track lectures.  She also recognised Phil and smiled as though he was a piece of livestock she'd already bought and owned.

"Ah, the student who summoned a pair of inferior lust daemons.  Phil Rowling, isn't it?" she said.

Phil nodded.  "Um, how should I address you, Miss...?" he asked.

"Miss?" The succubus laughed.  "We're not decrepit husks.  I am Astrapia, this is Seleucida and that is Paradisea.  We are here to see if you are fit to call yourself master of daemons."

She gestured to an empty chair opposite her.

"Sit down and we'll begin."

Phil looked down at the chair.  He repositioned it and sat down.

That seemed easy enough, he thought.

Then the succubi started to take their clothes off.  Admittedly, they hadn't been wearing much to begin with—little more than the skimpy black costumes of showgirl dancers—but there was a big difference between not much and nothing at all.  Phil's eyes boggled and his Adam's apple worked furiously as the sex daemons peeled off their bodices to expose the bulging pink hemispheres of their breasts.  Was there a succubus that didn't have a body gorgeous enough to turn a glamour model green with envy?

The succubus that had shown Phil in, Paradisea, saw his discomfort and paused.  "Surely as a master of succubi you must be used to this by now."

"Yes, what a splendid idea," Verdé said as she removed her diaphanous green robes and hung them over the back of Phil's chair.

Phil was once again surrounded by gorgeous naked woman.  And as usual he wished he could enjoy it without being terrified for his life and soul.

"Why don't you take off your robe as well?" Seleucida asked.

"We're already naked," Paradisea said.  "You'll feel more comfortable if you're naked as well."

"If you're worried about your size, you shouldn't be," Seleucida said.

"We don't care how big or how small they are," Paradisea said.

"We suck them all," Seleucida said.

"Fuck them all," Paradisea bent closer to whisper in Phil's ear.

And now Phil had a single, hard, reason to keep his robes on.

"As delightful as this all is, it is rather unnecessary," Verdé said.

to be continued...

Tuesday, July 05, 2016

Succubus Summoning 213, part 1

Phil had always hated exams.  It didn't seem to matter how much revision or prep he did, or how well he knew the subject.  He'd sit down, stare at the question sheet and then his mind would go blank, or worse, a million different facts would start careering around inside his head like drunken dodgem cars.  And that was for normal non-daemon-world exams.  Here, at Wargsnouts, if you failed a test there was a chance of dying or worse.

Phil didn't even know what the test was on.  The Scrote had neglected to inform his students.  Phil shuffled through his notes.  Hellscape Topology... Rites and Rituals... Extra-Dimensional Daemonology... anything?  It was impossible.

Phil was surprised when Darvill breezed up to him and spoke.  The other student had plenty of cause not to be friendly with him, when you considered it was his succubi that were responsible for killing Darvill's friends.  Sort of.

"I wish I knew what this test was about," Phil said.  "I heard something about attunement, but that could cover anything we've studied in the last year and a half."

Darvill didn't seem to be bothered about it.  Or the upcoming exam.  Darvill was the sort that didn't seem to get fazed by anything.

"We're on the fast track because we contracted our first daemons earlier than most other students.  I imagine The Scrote wants to check we understand what those contracts mean."

That was fine and all that, Phil thought.  He shuffled miserably through his notes.

"I was kinda hoping we'd be taught this before they tested us on it," he said.

"Daemonic contracts are the test," Darvill said.  "Look at the ones that came through."

Phil looked at the members of staff Darvill pointed to and didn't understand.  They were a mismatched bunch.  Cartifax Brion Jacks could pass for a P.E. teacher.  High Magus R. L. Conley looked as though he'd just stepped out of an old horror movie.  There was no pattern, no connection Phil could see.

Was this something Phil was supposed to know?  Some lesson he'd missed?

Even Verdé seemed amused by his bafflement.

"It's not his strongest suit," she responded to a question Darvill asked her.

Everyone seemed to know more than Phil.

One of The Scrote's succubi, resplendent like a star showgirl, opened the door and looked around the room.  For one heart-stopping moment Phil thought it was his turn, but then the succubus called out Darvill's name instead.

That gave Phil another half hour to shuffle through his notes in a last-ditch effort to cram for a test he didn't have the slightest clue about.  He wondered if it might have been better if the succubus had called out his name instead, if only to get this damn exam over and done with.  And now he'd mixed his notes up.  They were an incoherent jumble.  He didn't think this extra half hour or so was going to change anything.

He lifted his head and turned to Verdé.  "Hey wait.  Darvill spoke to you directly."

When Phil had first met Darvill, the other student had ridiculed the notion of talking to other warlock's daemons.

"Yes," Verdé said.  "It's been quite pleasing to observe his personal growth.  There's a lot of promise there.  I think he'll develop into a fine warlock."

"You sound like you'd rather have been summoned by him instead of me," Phil said.

Verdé laughed.  "Oh no.  We're perfectly happy with the master we have."

She rested her head on Phil's shoulder and his nose was filled with the scent of fresh meadow flowers.  His cock stirred in his pants.

Great.  As if it wasn't difficult enough to concentrate already.

Phil's last-minute cramming was going so badly he was even glad of the interruption when another fellow student approached him.  It was Adriana Mayall, but Phil had to do a double take as she'd changed so much since the last time he'd seen her.  The skinny mop with a pale face hidden behind scraggly curtains of blonde hair was gone.  Instead Phil found himself looking at a pretty young woman dressed very neatly in a business suit as if she was about to take an interview in the city.  Even her posture was different.  Phil hadn't realised it before, but she was taller than him when she stood up straight.  There was an easier smile on her lips and she actually looked at Phil while talking to him rather than staring at the floor.

Her imp, Mr Buggeritall, was still present.  He sat on her shoulder and puffed away on a foul-smelling stogie.  He was different from before in that he was no longer naked.  Like Adriana he was dressed in a suit right down to a miniature tie.  Okay, not everything was different.  He still leered at Verdé like a dirty old lecherous uncle.

"You look different," Phil said.

Adriana shrugged.  "They told me there was no way to get rid of him, so we've come to an arrangement."

"She stops being a whiny little bitch feeling sorry for herself all the time and I stop embarrassing her in public," Mr Buggeritall said.

Adriana gave a little roll of her eyes that indicated she was not that far removed from the awkward girl she'd been before, despite her drastic change in appearance.

"Don't be like that, toots," the imp said.  "It was for your benefit.  I did it to toughen you up."

Adriana gave Phil a goofy little smile.  "It is better than before."

The imp stood up and puffed out his chest.  "I'm her personal trainer now."

Adriana suppressed a giggle.  She looked down at Phil's notes.

"Revising for Magus Stine's test?" she asked.

"Yes," Phil replied.  "Have you already taken it?"

Adriana nodded.

"What's it on?" Phil asked.

"It's odd," Adriana said.  "Magus Stine wasn't present for the test, nor were any of the staff.  It was just his succubi, three of them.  They asked me some fairly straightforward questions about my background and Mr Buggeritall.  I thought they were trying to put me at ease before the test began, then they told me it was over and I was fine."

She shrugged.

"Maybe after all the recent deaths, accidents and students going missing, they're taking some extra precautions to try and keep us safe."

Mr Buggeritall suddenly moved from Adriana's right shoulder to her left.

"Oi, what are you up to, Greenie?" he asked Verdé.  His prominent lower jaw jutted out like a bulldog's.

to be continued...

I wasn't sure how to post this chapter.  The serialisation plan was mainly to keep me moving on the story.  Then I stalled.  Then I wrote virtually the whole thing one night while waiting at the airport.  I think I'll put it up here anyway.  It gives me a final chance to correct things for the ebook/novel version if it turns out I flubbed the ending.

The new parts will be posted a little more frequently than weekly (one every two days at a guess) and I'll return to the H-space Monster Girl Bestiary stories once I've finished up with Phil's current arc of adventures.

Tuesday, April 26, 2016

Succubus Summoning 212, part 5

And, a little later than planned, the final part of Succubus Summoning 212.

This is a continuation of my long-running Succubus Summoning series.  The first arc, Succubus Summoning 101, can be found at your nearest online ebookstore.  Previous chapters in the Succubus Summoning 201 arc can be found here.

Part 1Part 2Part 3, Part 4

Succubus Summoning 212, part 5

Darvill was not ready to depart this plane just yet, in a haze of bliss or otherwise.  The circle prevented the casting of new magic, but Darvill still had the protective anti-lust wards he'd carved into his arms after following Rowling's succubi into hell.  Their power had faded as his flesh had healed, but they were still there, waiting to be activated.  All Darvill had to do was bend one finger back to his palm, and...


There was a crackle of energy, the acrid stench of burnt flesh and the succubus jumped out of his lap like an electrocuted cat.

Not enough, Darvill thought.  Not powerful enough.  Flesh wards were powerful, but only when the cuts were fresh and bleeding.  His had had two days to heal.  The protective aura they granted him was as brittle as an eggshell.

The shocked succubus turned to him.  With her red eyes and face contorted in rage her daemonic nature was fully visible.

"How dare you," she hissed.

Her black nails were long and pointed like claws.  For a moment Darvill thought she intended to tear out his throat with a swipe of her wickedly-pointed nails.

Better that than her claiming his soul, he thought.

Then the daemon regained her composure.  Her face softened back to its original exquisite beauty.

"No, I must remember the teachings of Mother Diabolicia," she said.  "Pleasure is the one true path."

She gestured with her hands and Darvill's arms were yanked behind the chair and his wrists bound with tethers of shadow.  She placed a palm under her chin and blew him a kiss that expanded and surrounded Darvill in a warm cloud of scented air.  His lust wards crackled and shorted out.  The warmth settled in Darvill and concentrated in his loins.  An erection rose unbidden and tented the front of his trousers.

"Much better," the succubus said.

She stepped inside the circle and ran her fingers lightly up the underside of Darvill's bulge.  His manhood twitched and he felt slick wetness on the inside of his underwear.

No, the brutish chavs he'd been forced to grow up with were slave to their genitals.  Not Darvill.

The succubus slithered down between his legs.  Eyes fixed on Darvill, lips turned up in a sultry half-smile, she found Darvill's fly and unzipped it.  Her hand reached inside and extricated Darvill's erection.

"Yum," the succubus said.

She tilted her head down.  The helmet of Darvill's cock was enfolded by her hot tongue.  His dick twitched again.  Clear pre-cum oozed from the tip.  The succubus lapped it up and murmured her pleasures.

"You're a good student.  You deserve my luscious cunt."

She stood up and sat in Darvill's lap with her legs astride him.  Her exposed vulva was puffy and moist with desire.  Darvill felt the heat spilling out of her as she pressed the dripping flaps up against the swollen head of his erection.  His cock twitched eagerly.  It wanted to be inside.

Darvill didn't.  He knew what she was and what she'd do.

He was finding it harder to think.  His thoughts were slow and sluggish as if wading through thick fog.

Succubus charm magic.  He was lucky he could still think at all.

The succubus put her arms on Darvill's shoulders.

"In you go," she said.

The plump lips of her sex parted around the head of his cock and she slid down him like a pole, slowly easing him up into her warmth.  And she was warm, hot even.  And wet.  And tight.  Really really tight.  She took him all the way inside her and her fleshy walls closed around his penis like a fist.

Darvill let out a surprised gasp.

That felt... incredible.

Of course it felt incredible.  She was a succubus.  Sex was how they cracked men open to suck out the soul within.

Come on, focus! he yelled through the haze filling up his skull.  Think!  You're too smart to end up spurting your life and soul away up a succubus's cunt.

He caught the back of his shoe on the edge of the chair leg and slid it off.

The succubus kissed him lightly on his lips, his chin, his cheeks, the tip of his nose.  Her perfumed breath excited his nostrils and thickened the fog blurring his thoughts.  She moved her hips up and down sinuously, adding a little rotation at the end that dragged her vaginal walls against his foreskin and sent streamers of pleasure tickling down his shaft.

Darvill kicked down at the floor, stubbing his big toe against the hard stone floor and sending a bolt of pain shooting up his leg.  While the pain was good for shaking him out of the pleasant fug the succubus was smothering him in, it wasn't the reason he'd done it.

The succubus sighed and moaned in pleasure as she moved against him.  Her wet sex slid smoothly up and down Darvill's erection.  As his cock pushed up deeper inside her it came up against a soft knot of flesh that shuddered wetly in unwholesome anticipation.

Darvill banged his foot down hard on the stone floor, breaking his big toe and driving the nail back through his flesh.  Blood oozed out and soaked the tip of his sock.

The succubus continued to swing her hips back and forth.  Her sumptuous sex gripped and squeezed him.  Pre-cum flowed out of his twitching member in a constant stream.  An inner maw at the back of her sex sucked hungrily at his glans with each stroke.

Darvill kicked down at the hard stone floor.

More blood.  He needed more blood.  His sock was already saturated and dripping, but he needed more.  Darvill specialised in blood magic.  A trickle of his blood over the line would be enough to break the circle and negate its hold on him.

He smashed his foot down again.

Hot blood was sticky between his mangled toes.  It dribbled from his saturated sock and splashed onto the floor.

More.  He needed the blood to flow.


The succubus gave a louder sigh and sank all the way down in his lap.  Her inner maw parted around the outside of his glans and she engulfed Darvill's cock into a soft, muscular organ lined with hot juices.  That heat was transmitted to Darvill's member, and from there flowed down into his balls.

Darvill's foot stopped.  It hovered, trembling, a few inches off the floor.

The succubus wrapped her arms around him and pressed her naked breasts against his chest.  She kissed his cheek and then wormed her hot, dripping tongue into his earhole.

"It's over," she whispered.  "Just let go and enjoy the final pleasures I can give you."

The walls of her inner sex wriggled lewdly around Darvill's throbbing member.  The muscular walls gave him a gentle squeeze.

Darvill's whole body trembled on edge.  His balls felt swollen, bloated and itchy.  He ached with the need to empty them into her.

No.  He was more than this.  Could be more than this.

The succubus sucked on his earlobe as she writhed against him.  Her scent filled and overwhelmed his senses.  Darvill's legs trembled and his toes curled as he fought to resist the urge to come.

"Still trying to hold on?" the succubus breathed in his ear.  "Time to end this."

The walls of her inner organ softened and then clenched around Darvill's cock.  He felt a strange, irresistible drawing sensation.  A dam broke within him and his thoughts were swept away by the force of the climax.  He let out his breath in a pent-up gasp.  His feet drummed against the chair legs and his hips bucked as he emptied great throbbing gouts of semen inside her.

"Yessss," the daemon hissed.

The same exultant cry echoed through Darvill's thoughts.  Trying to hold it in for so long seemed so foolish now as he gushed in a fountain of bliss.

The succubus's sex clenched and throbbed around his manhood as she swallowed his issue with muscular gulps.

More.  He wanted more of this.  Wanted to give her more.  Wanted the feelings, the sensation, the pure release of unrestrained rutting to run on and on and on.

She leant into him and he was enveloped by her heat.  She unfurled black bat wings and wrapped them around both him and the chair.  Within them her sex continued to clench, throb and gulp.  Slowly, with Darvill completely drowned in sensual ecstasy, she pumped out first his semen, and then his life and soul.

Then, the feeding over, she drew back her wings and stood up.  She kissed her finger and placed it against the withered lips of Darvill's shrivelled-up husk.

"You were a good student," she said with a luscious pout.

The other succubus popped the bubble of bliss she was using to imprison Darvill's daemon.  The poly-Oc stared mournfully at Darvill's wizened remains.

"Time to look for a new master," the other sitting succubus said with a malevolent smile.  "One with the wisdom to hide their strength from those who'd see it as a threat."

The poly-Oc glowered at them before vanishing with a pop of displaced air as it returned back to its own dominion.

* * * *

The door to the examination room opened.  A succubus stepped outside and looked around the room before her gaze alighted on Phil.

"Phil Rowling?" she said.  "It's your turn."

And that's that for Succubus Summoning 212, and Evan Darvill.

Next up is Succubus Summoning 213, where Phil is in danger (again!) of ending up as dessert.  My plan was to restart after a week's break and try a little harder to keep to a weekly schedule than I managed last time.  As with all things Succubus Summoning at the moment, expect schedules to slide.  If I have a good week and get 2K or 3K words ahead I'll start posting next Monday, if not, the Monday after.