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.
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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.
Thursday, July 21, 2016
Succubus Summoning 213, part 8
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7
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.
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.
"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.
Tuesday, July 19, 2016
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...
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.
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5
He reached up and placed his hands on her tits.
"Yes, you can touch them." Astrapia's voice oozed exultant triumph.
They thought his magic was bound along with his body. It wasn't.
"Flambas-Ejaculax!"
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...
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5
He reached up and placed his hands on her tits.
"Yes, you can touch them." Astrapia's voice oozed exultant triumph.
They thought his magic was bound along with his body. It wasn't.
"Flambas-Ejaculax!"
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
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4
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...
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...
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