H-space MGB Profile: Sex-Spawn Pit

Name:  Sex-Spawn Pit
Type:  I have no idea what this is, or even if it's an organism in any way we recognise the term.
Habitat:  Primarily HSIO urban centres, although some wild ones have been encountered underground.

Description:
A pit with flesh-covered walls about eight to ten feet deep.  Thick fibrous growths extend from the edge of the pit and connect to bulbous pod-like chambers partially buried in the ground.  The chambers are used to gestate and grow the sex spawn.  The spawn are not really offspring and instead function more like flesh manikins.  They are short-lived and resemble hairless human beings.  The sex-spawn pit appears to have some kind of mild telepathic or empathic ability to sense what individuals in its vicinity find sexually appealing and produces sex-spawn with bodies that cater to these desires.

Attack Strategy:
Anyone unfortunate enough to fall into a sex-spawn pit will be absorbed into the fleshy walls.  Bizarrely, this is a complex process that requires to the prey to be sexually aroused to the point of orgasm before the pit can absorb them.  In order to achieve this, the pit excretes its flesh manikins into the pit to copulate with the person or persons trapped within it.  The pit will continue to spawn manikins and send them into the pit until the captured men or women are overwhelmed and stimulated to orgasm.  At which point they are absorbed into the walls or floor and lost.

The higher HSIOs seem to enjoy throwing captives into these pits as a form of entertainment (our men should be fully aware by now of the futility of surrendering to the more intelligent HSIOs—these are alien organisms with a set of values completely at odds with our own).

Sex-spawn pits occurring in the wild will attempt to use their flesh manikins to lure or physically force passer-by's into the pit.  The flesh manikins themselves are weak and degrade quickly over time and distance from the pit that spawned them.

Countermeasures:
The sex-spawn pit is harmless unless fallen into.  Once inside, the slippery, undulating flesh walls make it very difficult to climb out of and the constant waves of amorous flesh manikins will eventually wear a person down and force them into sexual intercourse.

When under attack the pit will close and retract the gestation pods underground.  The pits are relatively easy to render harmless, but much more difficult to eradicate completely.  Pits reported as destroyed have been known to fully grow back after a week or two.

Threat Level:
Low.

Of more concern is how they came to exist, especially with their bizarre feeding cycle.  Are these organisms, or more akin to biological machines custom-created by the HSIOs to dispose of their enemies in ways the HSIOs find entertaining?

H-space MGB Story: Tar-Pillow Cushionblob

At first PFC Stewart Peter Bate was grateful he'd landed in something soft to break his fall.  Then he realized what he'd landed in...

Bate had been part of an explo patrol trying to determine the full extent of Lake Latex—that strange, apparently natural formation not far from FOB Rigg.  It looked like a lake of molten black rubber, but was not a body of water.  Whatever the lake was composed of, and it did feel remarkably similar to rubber, it was solid enough to walk upon.

Or rather, had been solid enough to walk upon for the two hours Bate had trudged across it.  Then he'd put his foot down on a patch that had turned out to be as unsubstantial as a soap bubble and plunged right through to a cavern beneath.

It was a long fall.  Long enough for Bate to fully contemplate the awful, likely leg-snapping impact about to happen to him.

And then his fall was miraculously broken by a big ball of soft material.  He sank into it and was brought to a gentle stop without any leg-snapping nastiness.  It did, however, leave him stuck waist-deep in the soft substance.

The cavern was lit up with an eerie blue glow.  Light enough to see that he'd fallen into a flattened ball of glossy black material.  The substance resembled the surface of Lake Latex, but was much softer.  And stickier.  When Bate placed his hands on the surface to try and pull himself out, they sank into the soft material and it took some effort to pull them back out.

This was awkward, he thought.  He'd survived the fall only to find himself stuck in a molten glob of black latex.

It was worse than that.  The surface started to move in front of him and extruded the top half of a naked woman with massive tits.  She looked like a naked woman in any case, albeit one covered all over in skintight black latex, even right down to her hair and eyes.

She batted her eyelashes sleepily at Bate.  "Hmm, what tasty little hunk has fallen into my lap?"

Bate felt a thrill of both anticipation and fear.  Fuck, he thought.  A slime girl.  He'd heard about them.  Weird H-space amoeboids that were able to take the form of sexy women.  Sometimes they forced men to have sex with them—that was where the thrill of anticipation came from.  Other times they ate them or worse—and that was the fear.

Bate thrashed and strained to pull himself free of the sticky mass.  The slime girl watched on with amusement.

"You're wasting your time," she said.  "My kind are known for being the stickiest and densest of the blob girls, and you've fallen right into the middle of me."

Bate stopped struggling.  She was right.  It felt like he'd fallen into a tar pit.

She looked at the ground around them.  It was black, polished and looked as hard as granite.  Then she looked up at where Bate had fallen through the surface of Lake Latex.

"Just think," she said.  "If I hadn't been here you would have hit that hard floor and broken to bits.  It's worth keeping that in mind when..."

The slime girl left the end of the sentence unfinished.  She lay on the edge of the flattened blob and ran a latex-clad finger over the latex surface as if it was the top sheet of a bed.

"When what?" Bate demanded.

"When what happens, happens," the slime girl said with a mysterious smile.

Bate felt the blob move all around him.  He was uncomfortably aware of its organic rather than inorganic nature.

"What do you mean, 'when what happens, happens'?"  Bate said.  He looked around himself as if he was standing in a shark tank.  "What are you going to do to me?"

The slime girl didn't answer him.  Bate felt soft pressure rub against his legs.  It felt like there were many warm hands down there, intimately massaging his legs.  He felt something goose him in a private place and flinched in surprise.

"Let's get down to it," the slime girl said.

She slipped into the main blob as though she was getting into hot tub with Bate.  At the same time, strong forces gripped Bate's legs.  No, it was the pants on his legs.  The fabric stretched, frayed, and gave as relentless forces ripped the clothing away from him.  His boots and underwear followed.  He felt the soft squishy interior of the blob right up against his exposed skin.

The slime girl, now seemingly submerged in the main blob up to her waist, moved close to Bate.  She peeled off his top and then put her arms around him in an embrace that had her sticky boobs squashed against his chest.  She leant in close and pressed her lips against Bate's in a sticky kiss.

Bate relaxed.  So she wanted to fuck him rather than eat him.

That was confirmed when he felt something tug gently at his exposed genitals.  Bate didn't know what that something was—Lips? Pussy?—only that it was soft, pleasant and he liked what it was doing.

He felt his cock lengthen as the slime girl used the pliable material of her body to coax out a full erection.  She broke off the kiss and stared at Bate with her full lips puffed up in a sultry pout.  The blob pulsed around them and Bate felt it press against his back, pushing him up against her warm body.  He smiled at her and then his mouth puckered up in an ooh of pleasure as the blob contracted and his erection sank deep into warm softness.

She came back in close, squashing her breasts against him and entwining her arms around his back.  The warm mass of her body massaged his legs, fondled his balls and pressed between his butt cheeks to rub against the sensitive part between testicles and anus.  Bate heard a loud squelchy sucking sound and his cock was seized by a pleasant tugging sensation.

The blob continued to pulsate and drive their bodies against each other.  Bate didn't have to exert any effort at all as his cock plunged back and forth into a soft gooey mass that sucked at him.

"This is the other thing my kind are known for," the slime girl said.  "We can generate a lot of suction on just the right part of the body."

The squelchy sucking sounds grew louder and the sucking sensation on Bate's erection intensified.  He felt it not just on his cock, but through his whole groin and right down in his balls.  It was like she couldn't wait for him to come and wanted to suck the sperm out of his balls right now.

It became academic.  Bate couldn't hold out any longer.  He groaned and shuddered in pleasure as he pumped a big creamy load right into her black heart.

If he thought her suction would stop with his release, he was mistaken.  If anything it grew stronger.  The glossy black material of her body started to creep up over Bate like a second skin.  He felt the warm substance of her body pressing all around him.

Bate thought his climax marked the peak of his pleasure.  The slime girl showed him there was another, much larger peak beyond it and remorselessly dragged him up it with the irresistible suction of her sticky black body.  She sucked him right up to that peak until Bate was experiencing another explosive ejaculation that set the whole of his body shivering in bliss.

Her glossy black surface crept up over Bate's body until only his face remained uncovered.  Within her mass, soft suction continued to pull on Bate's cock.  Now it really felt like she was sucking the sperm right out of his balls.

And maybe something else as well.

Bate was beyond noticing.  She sucked, squelched and squished him up to another unbelievable peak of pleasure, and this time the climax was such an intense explosion of bliss it was too much for Bate's mind to withstand.

Already expired in a final blast of ecstasy, Bate felt nothing as his face sank inwards.  The tar-pillow cushionblob sucked him inside out to expose and digest his soul.

"That was so much better than your body dashing to pieces on the rock floor, wouldn't you agree?" the slime girl said to the ichor-spattered bones as she excreted them out of the side of her body.



"Huff.  Hwargh.  Huwargh."

"Stewart!  Are you okay?"

"She turned me inside out.  I felt her turn me... him inside out."

H-Space MGB Profile: Tar-Pillow Cushionblob

Name:  Tar-Pillow Cushionblob
Type:  Slime (subtype: cushionblob)
Habitat:  Underground.  Around and beneath Lake Latex.

Description:
A type of slime girl with an amorphous body.  Usually they take the form of a buxom woman lying on a big soft cushion or bed.

This variety is black and fully opaque.  Their appearance varies in how glossy the outer surface is.  Some are very dark and look as though they’ve been sculpted from tar or pitch.  Others are glossy and look as though both the woman and her 'bed' are completely covered in shiny black latex.

Attack Strategy:
Tar-pillow cushionblobs are extremely dense and their surface is highly adhesive.  Anyone coming into physical contact with one will become stuck and then engulfed.  They are powerful, but they are also slow and lack any kind of mesmeric ability.  A tar-pillow cushionblob might try to use her sexy body to tempt the unwary into joining her on her bed, but anyone forewarned as to her true nature will find it an easy offer to turn down (unlike with the pink variety).

The tar-pillow cushionblob likes to draw men into her mass and use her malleable form to sexually excite them.  They are capable of generating powerful suction and use this to induce first ejaculation and then pull the man inside out to extract whatever spark of vital essence it is that HSIOs seek from us.  Despite sounding gruesome, the man experiences it as a pure blast of orgasmic release.

(The soul seems as good as any name to give this 'spark', even if my esteemed colleagues might not approve of it.)

After extracting this essence the tar-pillow cushionblob digests the flesh of her now-expired captive and then excretes the bones.

Countermeasures:
Tar-pillow cushionblobs are very slow, but adept at setting traps or ambushing from darkness, where their lack of speed is not a factor.  Bullets are ineffective and barely penetrate their dense mass.  Engaging one at close quarters with melee weapons is strongly discouraged.  The weapons will just get stuck on her body and she'll draw you in to engulf you.  Her form is also dense enough to resist small explosives.

Extremes of hot or cold are effective, with flamethrowers being the best weapon to use against her as the substance of her body is inflammable.  Some strong alkalis have been found to have a corrosive effect on her body, but such large quantities are required to render this an impractical countermeasure.

Threat Level:
Moderate.

Easy to avoid if spotted in advance.  Completely inescapable once grabbed and engulfed.

So What Now For Many-Eyed Hydra?

Succubus Summoning 201 is finally done, dusted, and out for you all to buy (aside from the print version, but I'm just waiting on the artist for the full coverflat of that).  That's a great weight off my shoulders.  While it was in an unfinished state I was in an awkward situation of wanting to move onto other ideas, but feeling like I couldn't because the arc was still incomplete.

So what now?

Here's a list of various things I'm planning on getting stuck into over the next few months/year.

First up I want to get the H-space Monster Girl Bestiary back to its regular weekly slot.  There will be a few slight changes.  The last few entries had started to creep up to 2K+ mini-stories, which wasn't the original purpose.  I'm planning to spend the next week or so writing up the various ideas that have accumulated in my notebook so I have a nice surplus to post weekly while working on other stuff.

Literotica's Halloween Contest is on the way.  Last year I wanted to enter as many short stories as I could and ended up with just two (although missing the deadline with "A Chance Glance..." likely resulted in it being a better story overall).  Writing the Nurse Honey story "Last Night of Freedom" under ridiculously tight time constraints for the A Night at McHooligans ebook taster showed me I could do it when sufficiently prodded.  I'm thinking of using the month around the contest as an experiment - a sort of coin-operated Hydra where some of the choices are made by the audience, i.e. you.  I doubt it will be fully interactive, more like a series of options decided by vote or first response, and then I have 2-3 days to get a 5K story based on those options entered into Lit's contest.  Possibly something like what Lunareth has done with their Queen of Butts series.  We might end up with 5-10 cool stories, or I might break down into a quivering heap after a week.  Who knows.  Might be fun.

More on that next week once I've had a think on the framing device and how to make it work.

After that silliness the next step is make the Sandwiched by series a thing again.  I got halfway through Sandwiched by Stomachs before it got knocked aside by more pressing concerns.

The reason why I want to make Sandwiched by work is because it was a test case for a proper serial with continuity - Okasare Kenny.  I always intended that to be an ebook novella series and then in a fit of madness tried to turn it into a daily serial on my blog right after doing the Let's Play of Monmusu Quest: Paradox.  That did not go so well as I predictably burnt out from the posting schedule after a couple of weeks and had to halt it.  I liked the original idea though - 13 monster girls, each in their own novella in a monthly serial spread out over a year.  Given what happened with Sandwiched by I don't think writing it month by month will work.  For that one I'll need most of it, likely at least the first 8 or 9 chapters, in the bank before I start publishing.

Another thing I want to write is a novel idea featuring Nicole.  This is something I've had plotted out in my head for a while.  I wrote an opening chapter a while back, but it was another of those ideas I felt too guilty to push further while the Succubus Summoning 201 arc was still unfinished.

Which leads us to Succubus Summoning 301.  Phil's adventures clearly aren't over yet, but after the way 201 dragged out, I know I need a short break to work on something completely different so I can clear my head and get enthusiastic about the series again.  This will likely be the book I move onto once the Nicole novel is done.

Anyway, this is a rough plan of what I think I'll be working on over the next year.  Of course, #ChaosWriting might throw me off in other directions, but I won't mind so long as those are productive directions.

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).

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.

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:
Amazon
Barnes & Noble
Kobo
Smashwords
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. ;)

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.

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.

A Sneak Peak at the Succubus Summoning 201 Cover

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.

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).

H-space MGB Profile: Red Lips Succubus

Name: Red Lips Succubus
Type: Succubus
Habitat: Wide-ranging, but thankfully rare.

Description:
Another of the succubus-type HSIOs that resemble (and are likely the originators of) the devil girls of myth.  They take the appearance of extremely alluring women, but with the additional 'devil' features of horns, tail and leathery bat wings.

These succubi have very pale, almost white, skin.  Their main identifying feature is their lips, which are full, sensual and a vivid scarlet in colour that contrasts sharply with their pale skin.  This coloration appears to be natural pigmentation despite looking like artificial lip gloss.

Attack Strategy:
This is one of the more powerful succubus types.  They are extremely dangerous because of their ability to mesmerise and completely immobilise opponents with their lips.  We don't really know how this works.  There is a theory that the combination of the shape, coloration and the way the lips stand out from the rest of the succubus's pale face triggers a weird neural reaction in the human brain that causes it to partially shut down and lock up all conscious movement, causing paralysis in the onlooker.  However the succubus does this, it is terrifyingly effective, with a single blown kiss being enough to incapacitate an entire squad.

As with other H-space succubi, the red lips variant feeds on the fluids and energy released during sexual activity.  Red lips succubi prefer to use either fellatio or cunnilingus, and are capable of sucking their prey completely dry in a frighteningly short space of time.

Countermeasures:
What do you want me to put here?

Did you read the part where I wrote they are capable of immobilising an entire squad simply by blowing a kiss at them?

How are we supposed to counteract that?

What do you want me to do?  Tell the men to wear blindfolds just so the succubi can drain them dry in other immoral and indecent ways?

I can't even get them to understand the dangers they face from the minor HSIOs.  When I tried to warn them about this new type of succubus they were too busy laughing at the concept of being blowjobbed to death.

This is hopeless.  We warn the men.  They don't listen.  We send them out and the succubi kill them.  Then we bring in a fresh batch to start the cycle anew.

When is this going to end?

Threat Level:
They can take out a combat-ready soldier using nothing more than a blown kiss!  This is what we are facing out here.

Very high.

H-space MGB Story: Red Lips Succubus

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H-space MGB Profile: Freshwater Cnidarian-Girl

Name: Freshwater Cnidarian-Girl
Type: Cnidarian
Habitat: Freshwater.  Marshland.

Description:
From a distance a freshwater cnidarian-girl looks like a pretty young woman in a long summer dress.  They are normally found staring wistfully out across small bodies of water in picturesque wild spots.

The 'dress' is a thin membrane of elastic jelly that serves to hide the cnidarian-girl's lower body.  Beneath the waist their body consists of a ring of thick tentacles that are used to both raise and support the upper torso, and restrain prey while the cnidarian feeds.  Hanging down from the centre of the ring of tentacles is a specialised feeding tube.

The structure of a cnidarian-girl's body appears to be comparable to Earth-based cnidarians—hence the name—although they are considerably more complex.  Their mostly liquid insides are held in by a strong membrane of semi-transparent jelly.  While their skin colour comes in a variety of hues from yellow to green to muddy browns, they are capable of changing it to opaque pink for short periods of time in order to mimic human flesh.

Attack Strategy:
The cnidarian-girl lures prey to her through an airborne pheromone that also massively raises the libido.  Once the target comes within range the cnidarian-girl stings and immobilises them with a powerful paralysing agent injected through the skin by nematocysts located in her tentacles.  With her prey immobilised, the cnidarian wraps her tentacles around them and begins to feed.

As with other HSIOs, cnidarian-girls feed on sexual fluids.  Their body secretes a toxin that triggers the over-production of sexual fluids at the expense of all other biological functions.  This toxin is absorbed through the sexual organs and requires the ejaculate of her prey to activate it.  If her victim is male the cnidarian-girl ingests their penis with her soft feeding tube and uses this to stimulate them to ejaculation.  If she has caught a female, the cnidarian turns the lower third of her feeding tube inside out and inserts it into her captive's vagina.  Once her feeding toxin takes effect the cnidarian-girl slowly drains her prey of all their fluids.

Countermeasures:
Like their Earth equivalents, cnidarian-girls have soft, fragile bodies.  Aside from their pheromone lure and paralysing sting they have little fighting ability and if threatened they will contract down to a ball, with the outer tentacles folding back up over their vulnerable upper body to protect it.

Threat Level:
Low.

The pheromone lure is the main danger.  Soldiers should stay together at all times and always be on the lookout in case one of their squad-mates starts showing signs of being under the influence.

Update on Literotica

I contacted Laurel, the head honcho (I believe!) at Literotica, and that appears to have resolved the issue.

Succubus Summoning 213 is now up here and the Cnidarian-Girl story is scheduled to go up tomorrow (I also have the accompanying profile ready to go up on the blog tomorrow).

I'm not sure what happened - gremlins in an automated checking system, overzealous mod with a grudge on a power trip...  Laurel mentioned they've been deluged with submissions recently, so I'd rather believe it was the former rather than the latter (plus tinfoil doesn't really go with the rest of my outfits).  If any of you out there are having similar problems the best thing to do is drop Laurel a polite PM through the site's messaging system.

The good news is that it appears sexy succubus murder-death-kill-by-snu-snu stories are still on the menu.

It also means I don't get to look like a money-grubbing ass for making my long-standing Lit readers wait for the ebook in order to get the last chapter.  It might cost me a few sales going up on Literotica first, but to be honest, most of you have shown enough willingness to support me by buying my books when they come out that I'm happy to keep posting my work up on the internet.

And now I'd better get back to getting that ebook version of Succubus Summoning 201 ready...

Now I have definite blacklist concerns with Literotica

UPDATE 2016/08/09: This appears to have been resolved.  See here.

Rejection #3 for the year. :'(

"In the Tentacles of the Cnidarian" is the fancier name I gave to the H-space Monster Girl Bestiary story I posted yesterday.  I don't normally post the H-space bestiary stories to Literotica as I consider them sketches to show off monster girls I might use later rather than completed stories.  After the problems I had with Succubus Summoning 213 I thought I'd submit the Cnidarian-Girl story as an experiment and... well... the results are a little worrisome.

Literotica normally takes 3 days to reject/approve a story.  This one was bounced in less than 24 hours.

The reason they give for rejection is snuff.  While technically this is true - there is sex and someone dies - I find it a little odd considering that the majority of my stories currently up on Literotica are succubus Bad End stories where the protagonist has mind-blowing sex with a succubus/monster girl and then gets their life drained or worse.  These are Erotic Horror stories after all.  I'm trying, but I can't see how the Cnidarian-Girl story is any 'snuffier' than the one where Nÿte bit someone's eye out, or the one where a character had all their skin ripped off.

Now, it is possible Literotica has changed their policy and the kind of succubus Bad End erotic horror story I specialise in is no longer permitted.  This would suck, both for me and the audience that likes that kind of story (and it does appear to be a popular sub-niche within the Erotic Horror category), but ultimately it's their site and they are the final arbiters on what stories they wish to post.

The other possibility is I've pissed someone off (maybe politically with this anti-SJW #GamerGate story) in a position to make things awkward for me.  Given the seemingly arbitrary nature of the recent rejections and how they don't make sense when compared to the other stories I've had accepted, I am now concerned I might have been blacklisted.

Anyway, I've PM'ed the owner of the site and hopefully they'll clear up what's going on.

I've submitted a lot of stories to Literotica over the years and I'd like to continue doing so... if they'll let me.

H-space MGB Story: Freshwater Cnidarian-Girl

PFC Stewart Peter Bate wasn't really sure what attracted him to the woman in the green dress standing amongst the tall reeds on the edge of the pond.  Her head was turned away from him.  She looked wistful as she stared out over the still water.

Was she pining over a love left behind?  Or maybe admiring the natural beauty of the trees and rushes on the other side of the pool?  It was a picturesque spot.  If it wasn't for the sky—all purple and red roiling clouds—you could be forgiven for thinking this was a natural beauty spot on Earth.

Bate stalked towards her through waist-high grass.  Why?  He couldn't tell you.  He couldn't even tell himself.

His heart was beating too fast.  He felt strangely tense.  His fingers clutched at empty air like metal clamps.  There was a pounding at his temples that might be the beginnings of a migraine.

Or something else.

He didn't know why he was going to the woman in green or what he'd do when he reached her.  It was as if he'd gone off-road and primal instinct had taken over the wheel.

An image of him throwing the woman to the floor and climbing on top to ravish her jumped to the forefront of his thoughts.

Repulsed, he pushed it aside.

That wasn't him.

Not anymore.

He stalked closer, his fingers clenching and unclenching of their own accord.

Who was this woman?  One of the science staff?  Medical?  Either way, a green summer dress didn't seem very practical for a tour out in H-space.  All she needed was a hat and parasol and she'd look like she was straight out of a painting you might find in one of the fancy-pants New York art galleries.

The girl turned just as he reached her.  If she was one of the station staff, Bate didn't recognize her.  He'd never seen her face around camp, and it was a face he'd have remembered.  Her long, wavy auburn hair was glossy and perfectly framed a beautiful heart-shaped face.  She smiled at Bate like a carefree girl-next-door, but there was altogether too much knowing in her bright green eyes.

"Oh, hi there."  She didn't seem fazed by Bate's presence at all.  "What do you want?"

Bate said nothing.  Muscles twitched in his thick arms.  His fingers clenched and unclenched.

What did he want?

That image of him throwing her to the ground, climbing on top, ripping that pretty dress aside and thrusting up into her tight wetness returned to his mind.

No.  That wasn't him.

A pinprick of pain in the back of his calf jolted him.  Damn, some marsh-dwelling bloodsucking insect must have bitten him.  It was an irritation, but in some respects Bate was glad of it as it distracted him from the frightening dark animalistic thoughts swirling through his brain.

Introduce yourself, his inner voice cajoled.

His tongue, which felt swollen enough to clog his whole mouth, refused to comply.

The girl laughed at his tongue-tied silence.  "It's okay.  I know what you want.  It's what all men want."

And then her bright green eyes were more than knowing.  Her face went full-on slutty as she undid the buttons of her blouse.

Oh yeah, a proper little slut, Bate thought.  His nostrils dilated as he pulled more air into his lungs.  A proper little slut he should put over his knee and give a good spanking.  And then...

No.  You don't do that.  Not anymore.

What material was her green dress made out of?  It looked strange—shiny, slick, stretchy.  The surface bulged and rippled as something moved underneath.  What was that?  It looked like a snake.  Or tentacle.

What was going on here?  Pressure pounded harder at Bate's temples.

He stared as the girl in the green dress opened up her top and revealed the lovely pink hemispheres of her titties.  Bate's gaze was drawn to them and roamed all over her luscious pink curves.

"Do you like them?" she cooed.

Why was she doing this?  They'd never even spoken before.

"Would you like to touch them?"  The girl pushed out her chest and proffered her naked breasts to him.

Bate's fingers twitched.  Yes he would.  He burned with the desire to press his hands into her lush pink curves.  To feel them.  To squeeze them.

The slick surface of her green dress rippled again as something sinuous pushed against it.

"Oh, but you can't," the girl said with a teasing smile.

Bate's brow furrowed as he realized it wasn't self-control keeping him from reaching up and giving her goods a good grope.  He couldn't move his hands.

"It's the paralyzing venom I injected you with," she said.

Or his arms.  Or his legs.  Or... anything.  Bate's eyes widened as he realized the extent of his paralysis.

"It's so you can't run away," the woman in the green dress said.

Bate desperately tried to get his muscles to obey his commands.  Nothing.  They were hard and rigid and locked in place as if he was a statue made of flesh.

"I'm not human," she said.

She reached down and parted what Bate had thought was a dress, but instead stretched and glistened like a flat sheet of jelly.

"See, no legs."

The girl-that-wasn't-a-girl opened her dress-that-wasn't-a-dress wider and a squirming mass of thick green tentacles tumbled out.  Bate saw a humanoid torso atop a ring of tentacles.  The surface of each tentacle was a translucent membrane wet with a layer of slime.  They slithered and crawled over Bate's legs, leaving trails of warm mucus.

"Let's see what we have here," the monster girl said as she undid and pulled away Bate's shirt and undershirt.

He did nothing to stop her.  He couldn't.

"Very nice," she said as she ran her hands over his broad chest.  They too felt moist against his skin and her fingers left behind glistening trails across his pecs and abs.  "Strong.  Vital.  You should last me a long time."

Her hands went down to his trousers.  She unbuckled them and dropped them along with his underwear.

"Oh yummy, and equipment to match," she said as she looked down at Bate's flaccid penis.

It didn't remain flaccid for long.  A bulbous tentacle—watery insides working beneath a transparent, lime-green membrane—slithered up, coiled around his member and began to pump back and forth.  It shouldn't have turned him on, but it did.  Her tentacles looked cold and slimy, but instead felt warm, yielding and slippery.  And she knew exactly how to move them to give Bate the greatest pleasure.

"You're not averse to the idea of sex with a hot alien babe, are you?" she said, bending close enough for the tip of her nose to brush against Bate's.

Bate's cock definitely wasn't.  Under her tender touch it had swelled out into a pulsing red erection.  It was very much looking forward to having sex with her.

But how?  She was just a human torso atop a mass of squirming green tentacles.  Where would he even put it...?

She parted her front tentacles to reveal a strange cylindrical appendage hanging down from her midriff.  The walls were slightly curved and tapered down to a plump ring of jelly.  As with her tentacles, the walls of the tube were green and translucent.

She put her hands on the side of his head and tilted it downwards.  For a moment Bate thought she was going to push his face into her cleavage, but then he realized she was just repositioning his head so he could better see what she was doing to him.

The plump ring at the end of the tube opened out and engulfed the swollen head of Bate's cock.  The curved walls expanded outwards and Bate's whole length was drawn into her green sheath.

A surprised snort escaped Bate's lips, all he could manage in his paralyzed state.  That felt nice.  Warm.  Wet.  Like he'd just entered sweet pussy.

He could see it as well.  The green tube was transparent.  He could see right through to his cock inside.  It looked weird, but felt... pleasant.  Like he was jerking himself off with some kind of freaky sex toy sheath.  He understood now why some guys bought the see-through toys.  It was a turn-on to see his big cock moving around inside.  The walls flexed and pulsed, and the ring at the end puffed up as the tube slid smoothly up and down his shaft.

The girl in the green dress leaned closer.

"It's not my pussy," she whispered in his ear.  "It's my mouth."

The flexible tube swelled and filled with hot, thick fluids that made Bate's cock tingle on contact.

"What does it feel like to watch your cock melt away in my digestive juices?" she said to him.

What the fu...!

An inarticulate cry struggled free of Bate's frozen lips.  Violent tremors ran through his body as he tried to free himself from the grip of whatever paralyzing agent she'd injected him with.  Water welled up in his eyes when he realized he couldn't.

The monster laughed.  She patted him on the chest.

"I'm joking," she said.  "I'd never waste good dick like that.  It's so much better giving it..."  She made a hissing sound as she sucked air in between her teeth.  The green tube narrowed and squeezed Bate's erection.  "...a good suck."

Pleasant tremors ran through Bate's body.  He didn't know what to think.  What she was doing to him—the pulsing strokes of the soft membrane, the way the throbbing motions swirled the warm fluids around his erection—felt really fucking good.  And his dick was visible inside her.  Bate could see it wasn't turning red or rotting away or anything gross like that.

Maybe she had a sick sense of humor.

Maybe this was just fucking.

She sounded like she was fucking.  The little hisses and gasps she made sounded like a loose woman getting a good hard fucking.

Bate relaxed and let himself get into it a bit more.  Her green flexible tube bulged and pulsed, and bubbles tickled Bate's cock as liquids sloshed back and forth inside her.  As weird as it looked, it felt like a big sloppy blowjob, and Bate was okay with getting one of those.

Then she said, "I am going to eat you though.  Or rather drink you."

Another stupid joke?

"There's no need to be afraid," she said.  "It will feel like one big orgasm after another as I suck all the cum out of you."

And then Bate knew she had to be joking.  He might not have much in the way of book smarts, but he knew enough biology to know you couldn't kill someone by sucking out all their cum.  All that would do was empty their balls and leave them feeling blissfully satiated.

Her tube throbbed and pulsed.  Sticky pleasures rippled up and down Bate's shaft.  It felt so good when she did that.

"Mmm, my body secretes a very special fluid that, when absorbed by the human male body, makes it convert all its tissues and fluids into cum.  It will make you come over and over until I've drunk you all up."

Bate's brow wrinkled.  This reminded him of something he'd heard at the first briefing after passing through the gate.  He hadn't paid any attention to it at the time because it had sounded like crazy bullshit and the person giving the briefing had looked like they'd been totally fucked in the head by PTSD or something like that.

"The fluid is best absorbed through the penis," she said.

She also sounded fucked up in the head.  Or maybe that was normal for alien babes with green tentacles.

Squoosh, squoosh.  The tube, now looking more like a stretchy rubber bag, throbbed and pulsed.  Thick sticky fluids churned around Bate's cock.  They felt like many soft lips brushing up and down his shaft.

"It just needs an activating agent," she said.  "Your semen."

Sure thing crazy alien babe, Bate thought.  You just... uh... keep doing what you're doing.

If only he could move enough to grind his hips back and forth against her.

He bent a finger.  The alien girl noticed.

"Tsk, looks like my paralyzing venom is wearing off.  Time to get you off."

Her flexible green tube throbbed with greater force.  She pressed up close to him and more of her soft warm tentacles wrapped around his body.

Oh yes, Bate thought.  Fuck me faster, you little alien slut.

Pliable membranes squeezed in and rubbed against the sides of Bate's glans.

Oh, god, yes.

And then he was coming.  He felt it rise up inside him and then surge from him in a great gushing flood.  He even saw it.  Dense white clouds of his spunk billowed out inside her throbbing green tube.

"And now I drink," she said.

He felt it first as a pleasant rise in temperature inside her tube.  Then a strange feeling of looseness inside his body, as if all the substance of his being was gravitating down to his balls.  He had little time to dwell on it as her body gave a great gulping suck and Bate was coming again so hard his legs felt like overdone spaghetti.

The alien girl let out gasps and grunts of naked sexual abandon as her body writhed against him and her flexible tube throbbed, sucked and gulped.  And not just her tube, her breasts—now the same translucent green color as her lower body—swelled and ebbed as she imbibed Bate.

Bate was too much in the grip of sensation to notice.  Oh yes, you keep that up, you dirty alien slut, he thought as he released another thick billowing white cloud inside her.  His thoughts flew apart in an incoherent steam of animal pleasure.  Again and again he spurted thick clouds of semen inside her.  He didn't even have to do anything, it was like she was pumping it all out of him.

Pump.  Pump.  She filled up with milky-white clouds even as Bate diminished.

Pump.  Pump.  Bate expired with a perverse last gasp full of blissed-out ecstasy.

She emptied him and let his wasted corpse slide down into the water between the weeds.  There it would join the other bones lying beneath the still waters of the quiet little pool.

A Text Play of ROBFEOY?

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Why Succubus Summoning 213 isn't up on Literotica

UPDATE 2016/08/09: This appears to have been resolved.  See here.

:(

ETA:

Okay, so I suppose I shouldn't have left it with no other comment than a frowny face.

As far as I can tell, in my excitement at finally finishing a story arc I started five years ago, I accidentally fell foul of Literotica's strict rules against self-promotion in my closing note.  This paragraph is likely the sticking point:

"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!)"

Literotica doesn't allow advertisements or links to other sites.  This is a reasonable measure to stop the more shameless self-promoting writers from bombarding and annoying readers with an endless stream of BUY MY BOOK! links rather than telling a story.  Also, because of the large number submissions they receive daily, I believe the first line of checking consists of crude text filters and/or rapid skim-reading.  Thinking I might have tripped that with the Amazon mention, I removed the sentence, added a note that there wasn't any advertisements or links to outside ebook stores/blogs and resubmitted.

And got bounced again.

At this point I went "Hmmmm."  The rejection reason was clarified as they don't like writers referring to any writing outside of Literotica, but this doesn't match up with the guidelines they give in their FAQs, which are more concerned with forbidding links to or mentions of other websites.  As it's a second rejection, I have to assume this isn't a case of an auto-filter tripping up and returning a false positive.

So, hmmmm.

Of more concern is this is the second time I've had a story/chapter rejected this year.  The reason none of the H-space monster girl bestiary shorts have appeared on Literotica is because the first one was rejected for snuff/violence concerns despite being far tamer than many of the other erotic horror stories I already have up on Literotica (like this one, for example).  Admittedly, I'd submitted the H-space Bestiary story through an alt account (that clearly announced itself as an alt of my main account) and stories from new accounts might be subject to tighter moderation.

So, I dunno...

I've seen other writers remove their work from Literotica after getting it published (self or otherwise) or even start serials with the intention of pay-walling the ending off in an Amazon ebook (I understand writers' desire to get paid, but this is a dick move).  I didn't want to do either of these things with the Succubus Summoning series, but to be honest, having the last chapter of the arc bounced for what seems like really trivial reasons turned something that should have been a source of some excitement for me into something that put me into a bit of a funk.  As a result I decided I wouldn't be making any further effort to tweak the chapter into a version that might be accepted.  I have reserved a provisional release date from my publisher, eXcessica.  The ebook version will be coming out soon.  Literotica can wait until after that.

After the ebook is out I'll probably go back and make another effort to see if I can get Succubus Summoning 213 accepted by Literotica, or remove the whole 201 arc, depending on how I feel.

The main purpose of this post is to have something to refer Literotica readers to when they ask why 213 hasn't gone up.  Or for when/if someone accuses me of dick moves when they see the ebook come out before the ending on Literotica.  (I'm not holding the ending hostage - it's here on my blog if you want to read it.)

Gah.  What an annoyance.  Oh well, the chapter has been submitted.  It's out of my hands as far as I'm concerned.

As for the collected Succubus Summoning 201 novel, I'm still waiting for cover artwork and other things.  As soon as I'm confident everything is ready I'll start publicising the official release date.

Succubus Summoning 213, part 8

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 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..."

"Then..."

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.

Succubus Summoning 213, part 7

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 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...