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.
Friday, August 12, 2016
Thursday, August 11, 2016
H-space MGB Story: Red Lips Succubus
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Wednesday, August 10, 2016
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.
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.
Tuesday, August 09, 2016
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...
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...
Friday, August 05, 2016
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.
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.
Thursday, August 04, 2016
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.
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.
Wednesday, July 27, 2016
Sunday, July 24, 2016
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...
Monday, July 11, 2016
Succubus Summoning 213, part 4
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3
"So it's going to be like that," Verde said without the slightest hint of fear or concern.
The two succubi converged on her. They did not fight, at least not in any way Phil recognised as fighting. If anything it resembled more a sizzling-hot three-way lesbian orgy. Phil supposed it made sense for succubus fights to be about sex as well. He found it hard to follow. At first there was a Sapphic embrace as Verdé and Seleucida squashed their tits together and rubbed their nipples against each other. Their lips met in wet sloppy kisses and their hands roamed all over each other's curves while they let out sighs of pleasure.
Paradisea joined in. She pressed her breasts up against Verdé's back and reached around to grab Verdé's tits. The other succubus's eyelids fluttered and her cheeks reddened as Paradisea's fingers clamped Verdé's nipples and tugged them.
Verdé had no intention of letting the other succubi do all the work. Her hands lit up with a soft green glow. She brought her left hand down between Seleucida's legs and the other succubus gasped in pleasure as Verdé inserted first one and then two fingers between the hairless folds of Seleucida's pussy. All three went to the floor in a tangle of heaving bosoms, groping hands, lapping tongues and lewd sighs.
"Enjoying the show?" Astrapia said to Phil as she languidly fluttered her fan of fluffy pink feathers. She cocked her head. "Oh, are you feeling left out. Don't worry, I'll show you how good it feels to fuck a succubus of real class."
She uncrossed her legs and her hairless sex winked at Phil, revealing the moist pink interior. Phil's gaze was drawn to it and held. The succubus wrapped her sexual aura around him like a velvet-gloved fist and squeezed.
It took most of Phil's willpower to tear his gaze away. He looked over to the writhing pile of nubile flesh on the floor to his left. It was hard to see who had the upper hand. Verdé maybe. She was on top of Seleucida and her fist was buried up to the wrist in the other woman's sex.
"Is that all you've got?" Seleucida said coldly.
Or maybe not.
Paradisea struck. Her tail plunged into Verdé's ass like a lance and the green-haired succubus threw her head back and let out a shocked gasp that was more pleasure than pain. Seleucida slithered off Verdé's hand and turned. The end of her tail puffed up and she embedded it in Verdé's vagina. Verdé shuddered and let out a cry. Glistening juices squirted out of her pussy as Seleucida's tail probed deeper.
If it had been a fight it was now over. Verdé lay unresisting between the two succubi and gave out little panting sighs of bliss as the other succubi's tails throbbed and swelled in her ass and vagina. This wasn't a sex act, Phil realised.
"You're hurting her," he said.
This was feeding. The knowledge of it changed what Phil was seeing, made it loathsome, like watching giant leeches suck the life fluids out of hapless prey. As he watched, little bulges ran up the succubi's tails. Verdé's fluids... life?
"Concern for your little slut daemon, how weak," Astrapia said. "To let a little tramp like this wrap you around her finger. You're no warlock at all."
They were feeding off her, draining her. He had to stop this.
Phil went to stand up. Astrapia laughed and tapped the tip of her tail on the floor. White light erupted around Phil as the magic circle surrounding his chair activated. He was slammed back down as if the force of gravity had increased ten-fold around him.
Shit, he'd missed that one.
"Anyway, there's no need to fear for your little slut," Astrapia said.
"I'm not going to suck out all her vitality," Seleucida said. She sucked on her finger with sumptuous lips. "Just enough to leave her looking like a wizened old crone."
"It won't be permanent," Astrapia said. "She'll regain her former beauty in, oh, a century or so. We don't kill our own. Humans, however..."
Swishing her fan back and forth, Astrapia stood up and approached Phil's chair.
"So it's going to be like that," Verde said without the slightest hint of fear or concern.
The two succubi converged on her. They did not fight, at least not in any way Phil recognised as fighting. If anything it resembled more a sizzling-hot three-way lesbian orgy. Phil supposed it made sense for succubus fights to be about sex as well. He found it hard to follow. At first there was a Sapphic embrace as Verdé and Seleucida squashed their tits together and rubbed their nipples against each other. Their lips met in wet sloppy kisses and their hands roamed all over each other's curves while they let out sighs of pleasure.
Paradisea joined in. She pressed her breasts up against Verdé's back and reached around to grab Verdé's tits. The other succubus's eyelids fluttered and her cheeks reddened as Paradisea's fingers clamped Verdé's nipples and tugged them.
Verdé had no intention of letting the other succubi do all the work. Her hands lit up with a soft green glow. She brought her left hand down between Seleucida's legs and the other succubus gasped in pleasure as Verdé inserted first one and then two fingers between the hairless folds of Seleucida's pussy. All three went to the floor in a tangle of heaving bosoms, groping hands, lapping tongues and lewd sighs.
"Enjoying the show?" Astrapia said to Phil as she languidly fluttered her fan of fluffy pink feathers. She cocked her head. "Oh, are you feeling left out. Don't worry, I'll show you how good it feels to fuck a succubus of real class."
She uncrossed her legs and her hairless sex winked at Phil, revealing the moist pink interior. Phil's gaze was drawn to it and held. The succubus wrapped her sexual aura around him like a velvet-gloved fist and squeezed.
It took most of Phil's willpower to tear his gaze away. He looked over to the writhing pile of nubile flesh on the floor to his left. It was hard to see who had the upper hand. Verdé maybe. She was on top of Seleucida and her fist was buried up to the wrist in the other woman's sex.
"Is that all you've got?" Seleucida said coldly.
Or maybe not.
Paradisea struck. Her tail plunged into Verdé's ass like a lance and the green-haired succubus threw her head back and let out a shocked gasp that was more pleasure than pain. Seleucida slithered off Verdé's hand and turned. The end of her tail puffed up and she embedded it in Verdé's vagina. Verdé shuddered and let out a cry. Glistening juices squirted out of her pussy as Seleucida's tail probed deeper.
If it had been a fight it was now over. Verdé lay unresisting between the two succubi and gave out little panting sighs of bliss as the other succubi's tails throbbed and swelled in her ass and vagina. This wasn't a sex act, Phil realised.
"You're hurting her," he said.
This was feeding. The knowledge of it changed what Phil was seeing, made it loathsome, like watching giant leeches suck the life fluids out of hapless prey. As he watched, little bulges ran up the succubi's tails. Verdé's fluids... life?
"Concern for your little slut daemon, how weak," Astrapia said. "To let a little tramp like this wrap you around her finger. You're no warlock at all."
They were feeding off her, draining her. He had to stop this.
Phil went to stand up. Astrapia laughed and tapped the tip of her tail on the floor. White light erupted around Phil as the magic circle surrounding his chair activated. He was slammed back down as if the force of gravity had increased ten-fold around him.
Shit, he'd missed that one.
"Anyway, there's no need to fear for your little slut," Astrapia said.
"I'm not going to suck out all her vitality," Seleucida said. She sucked on her finger with sumptuous lips. "Just enough to leave her looking like a wizened old crone."
"It won't be permanent," Astrapia said. "She'll regain her former beauty in, oh, a century or so. We don't kill our own. Humans, however..."
Swishing her fan back and forth, Astrapia stood up and approached Phil's chair.
Saturday, July 09, 2016
Succubus Summoning 213, part 3
Part 1, Part 2
"As delightful as this all is, it is rather unnecessary," Verdé said.
Astrapia fluttered a fan of fluffy pink feathers and gave Verdé a glare that detracted from her otherwise seductive appearance.
"My master has already passed the first trial..." Verdé continued.
He had? Phil thought.
"...and you are of the same dominion, so..."
They might have been from the same dominion, but the other succubi did not seem to like Verdé being there at all and showed their disapproval with stony glares.
"I'm not saying it's a total waste," Verdé changed tack. "Even if he might not look keen now, I'm sure my master would love to experience some of the famed sensual skills of the incomparable bedmistresses of the Palace of Infernal and Iniquitous Pleasures."
"Which house do you belong to?" Astrapia asked Verdé. "I know you're not from the Palace of Infernal and Iniquitous Pleasures. The Garden of Exquisite Tortures? No, you're far too vanilla for them. The Pagoda of the Euphoric Lotus? No, I don't see it. I don't think you're from one of the minor houses either."
Verdé gave a disarming laugh. "I know the Palace of Infernal and Iniquitous Pleasures is built upon tenets of order and discipline, but those tenets are not shared by the rest of the Dominion of Lust. I have no house. I have no need of a house."
"You see your mistake," Astrapia said to Phil. "You've allowed yourself to be seduced by a pair of low-class lust daemons wanting to use you as a cheap ticket to this Earth. A warlock of greater distinction and class would have chosen more wisely than a pair of no-house tramps."
"Now you're being rude," Verdé said. "Not that I mind. Nasty talk gets me so wet."
She paused. Her nostrils dilated and she frowned.
"Has a soul been spilled here recently?"
"Seleucida, Paradisea, quieten this impudent slut."
"So it's going to be like that," Verdé said without the slightest hint of fear or concern.
to be continued...
Yes, it's a short update. I couldn't resist not passing up that cliffhanger. :)
"As delightful as this all is, it is rather unnecessary," Verdé said.
Astrapia fluttered a fan of fluffy pink feathers and gave Verdé a glare that detracted from her otherwise seductive appearance.
"My master has already passed the first trial..." Verdé continued.
He had? Phil thought.
"...and you are of the same dominion, so..."
They might have been from the same dominion, but the other succubi did not seem to like Verdé being there at all and showed their disapproval with stony glares.
"I'm not saying it's a total waste," Verdé changed tack. "Even if he might not look keen now, I'm sure my master would love to experience some of the famed sensual skills of the incomparable bedmistresses of the Palace of Infernal and Iniquitous Pleasures."
"Which house do you belong to?" Astrapia asked Verdé. "I know you're not from the Palace of Infernal and Iniquitous Pleasures. The Garden of Exquisite Tortures? No, you're far too vanilla for them. The Pagoda of the Euphoric Lotus? No, I don't see it. I don't think you're from one of the minor houses either."
Verdé gave a disarming laugh. "I know the Palace of Infernal and Iniquitous Pleasures is built upon tenets of order and discipline, but those tenets are not shared by the rest of the Dominion of Lust. I have no house. I have no need of a house."
"You see your mistake," Astrapia said to Phil. "You've allowed yourself to be seduced by a pair of low-class lust daemons wanting to use you as a cheap ticket to this Earth. A warlock of greater distinction and class would have chosen more wisely than a pair of no-house tramps."
"Now you're being rude," Verdé said. "Not that I mind. Nasty talk gets me so wet."
She paused. Her nostrils dilated and she frowned.
"Has a soul been spilled here recently?"
"Seleucida, Paradisea, quieten this impudent slut."
"So it's going to be like that," Verdé said without the slightest hint of fear or concern.
to be continued...
Yes, it's a short update. I couldn't resist not passing up that cliffhanger. :)
Thursday, July 07, 2016
Succubus Summoning 213, part 2
Part 1
"Oi, what are you up to, Greenie?" he asked Verdé. His prominent lower jaw jutted out like a bulldog's.
"I thought I saw a little bit of fluff on her arm," she said, all innocence as she withdrew her hand.
Mr Buggeritall eyeballed her.
A spark of mischief lit up Verdé's green eyes. "You can watch," she said. "I'm sure you'll enjoy the show."
Mr Buggeritall considered it...
...but not for very long.
He jammed a thumb against his chest. "The only one that gets to mess with toots is me," he said. "We're going to go far together."
Adriana gave an apologetic smile for her imp's antics, but there was none of the desperation Phil had seen before. It was as she'd said—she'd accepted it and come to an accommodation with the noisome imp's presence.
"You know it has to happen at some point," Verdé said.
"It will... when she's ready," Mr Buggeritall said with a determination that belied his tiny uncouth form.
The door to the test room opened and Phil's name was called out.
"I wouldn't worry," Adriana called after him. "I'm sure you'll be fine."
"Another one with promise," Verdé said as she and Phil walked to the test room. "Although she still has a long path to walk."
Phil was more concerned about his path coming to an end right here. He was looking at the succubus standing next to the open door and feeling anything but fine. Butterflies fluttered in his stomach and random facts and pieces of information swirled through his head in a great impenetrable swarm.
Phil really really hated tests.
He entered the room and saw it was as Adriana had described—the only people in the room were three of The Scrote's succubi. With a sinking feeling Phil recognised the one sitting in the chair opposite him. She was the one who'd made him ejaculate into her hand on the very first day he'd gone to one of Stine's fast-track lectures. She also recognised Phil and smiled as though he was a piece of livestock she'd already bought and owned.
"Ah, the student who summoned a pair of inferior lust daemons. Phil Rowling, isn't it?" she said.
Phil nodded. "Um, how should I address you, Miss...?" he asked.
"Miss?" The succubus laughed. "We're not decrepit husks. I am Astrapia, this is Seleucida and that is Paradisea. We are here to see if you are fit to call yourself master of daemons."
She gestured to an empty chair opposite her.
"Sit down and we'll begin."
Phil looked down at the chair. He repositioned it and sat down.
That seemed easy enough, he thought.
Then the succubi started to take their clothes off. Admittedly, they hadn't been wearing much to begin with—little more than the skimpy black costumes of showgirl dancers—but there was a big difference between not much and nothing at all. Phil's eyes boggled and his Adam's apple worked furiously as the sex daemons peeled off their bodices to expose the bulging pink hemispheres of their breasts. Was there a succubus that didn't have a body gorgeous enough to turn a glamour model green with envy?
The succubus that had shown Phil in, Paradisea, saw his discomfort and paused. "Surely as a master of succubi you must be used to this by now."
"Yes, what a splendid idea," Verdé said as she removed her diaphanous green robes and hung them over the back of Phil's chair.
Phil was once again surrounded by gorgeous naked woman. And as usual he wished he could enjoy it without being terrified for his life and soul.
"Why don't you take off your robe as well?" Seleucida asked.
"We're already naked," Paradisea said. "You'll feel more comfortable if you're naked as well."
"If you're worried about your size, you shouldn't be," Seleucida said.
"We don't care how big or how small they are," Paradisea said.
"We suck them all," Seleucida said.
"Fuck them all," Paradisea bent closer to whisper in Phil's ear.
And now Phil had a single, hard, reason to keep his robes on.
"As delightful as this all is, it is rather unnecessary," Verdé said.
to be continued...
"Oi, what are you up to, Greenie?" he asked Verdé. His prominent lower jaw jutted out like a bulldog's.
"I thought I saw a little bit of fluff on her arm," she said, all innocence as she withdrew her hand.
Mr Buggeritall eyeballed her.
A spark of mischief lit up Verdé's green eyes. "You can watch," she said. "I'm sure you'll enjoy the show."
Mr Buggeritall considered it...
...but not for very long.
He jammed a thumb against his chest. "The only one that gets to mess with toots is me," he said. "We're going to go far together."
Adriana gave an apologetic smile for her imp's antics, but there was none of the desperation Phil had seen before. It was as she'd said—she'd accepted it and come to an accommodation with the noisome imp's presence.
"You know it has to happen at some point," Verdé said.
"It will... when she's ready," Mr Buggeritall said with a determination that belied his tiny uncouth form.
The door to the test room opened and Phil's name was called out.
"I wouldn't worry," Adriana called after him. "I'm sure you'll be fine."
"Another one with promise," Verdé said as she and Phil walked to the test room. "Although she still has a long path to walk."
Phil was more concerned about his path coming to an end right here. He was looking at the succubus standing next to the open door and feeling anything but fine. Butterflies fluttered in his stomach and random facts and pieces of information swirled through his head in a great impenetrable swarm.
Phil really really hated tests.
He entered the room and saw it was as Adriana had described—the only people in the room were three of The Scrote's succubi. With a sinking feeling Phil recognised the one sitting in the chair opposite him. She was the one who'd made him ejaculate into her hand on the very first day he'd gone to one of Stine's fast-track lectures. She also recognised Phil and smiled as though he was a piece of livestock she'd already bought and owned.
"Ah, the student who summoned a pair of inferior lust daemons. Phil Rowling, isn't it?" she said.
Phil nodded. "Um, how should I address you, Miss...?" he asked.
"Miss?" The succubus laughed. "We're not decrepit husks. I am Astrapia, this is Seleucida and that is Paradisea. We are here to see if you are fit to call yourself master of daemons."
She gestured to an empty chair opposite her.
"Sit down and we'll begin."
Phil looked down at the chair. He repositioned it and sat down.
That seemed easy enough, he thought.
Then the succubi started to take their clothes off. Admittedly, they hadn't been wearing much to begin with—little more than the skimpy black costumes of showgirl dancers—but there was a big difference between not much and nothing at all. Phil's eyes boggled and his Adam's apple worked furiously as the sex daemons peeled off their bodices to expose the bulging pink hemispheres of their breasts. Was there a succubus that didn't have a body gorgeous enough to turn a glamour model green with envy?
The succubus that had shown Phil in, Paradisea, saw his discomfort and paused. "Surely as a master of succubi you must be used to this by now."
"Yes, what a splendid idea," Verdé said as she removed her diaphanous green robes and hung them over the back of Phil's chair.
Phil was once again surrounded by gorgeous naked woman. And as usual he wished he could enjoy it without being terrified for his life and soul.
"Why don't you take off your robe as well?" Seleucida asked.
"We're already naked," Paradisea said. "You'll feel more comfortable if you're naked as well."
"If you're worried about your size, you shouldn't be," Seleucida said.
"We don't care how big or how small they are," Paradisea said.
"We suck them all," Seleucida said.
"Fuck them all," Paradisea bent closer to whisper in Phil's ear.
And now Phil had a single, hard, reason to keep his robes on.
"As delightful as this all is, it is rather unnecessary," Verdé said.
to be continued...
Tuesday, July 05, 2016
Succubus Summoning 213, part 1
Phil had always hated exams. It didn't seem to matter how much revision or prep he did, or how well he knew the subject. He'd sit down, stare at the question sheet and then his mind would go blank, or worse, a million different facts would start careering around inside his head like drunken dodgem cars. And that was for normal non-daemon-world exams. Here, at Wargsnouts, if you failed a test there was a chance of dying or worse.
Phil didn't even know what the test was on. The Scrote had neglected to inform his students. Phil shuffled through his notes. Hellscape Topology... Rites and Rituals... Extra-Dimensional Daemonology... anything? It was impossible.
Phil was surprised when Darvill breezed up to him and spoke. The other student had plenty of cause not to be friendly with him, when you considered it was his succubi that were responsible for killing Darvill's friends. Sort of.
"I wish I knew what this test was about," Phil said. "I heard something about attunement, but that could cover anything we've studied in the last year and a half."
Darvill didn't seem to be bothered about it. Or the upcoming exam. Darvill was the sort that didn't seem to get fazed by anything.
"We're on the fast track because we contracted our first daemons earlier than most other students. I imagine The Scrote wants to check we understand what those contracts mean."
That was fine and all that, Phil thought. He shuffled miserably through his notes.
"I was kinda hoping we'd be taught this before they tested us on it," he said.
"Daemonic contracts are the test," Darvill said. "Look at the ones that came through."
Phil looked at the members of staff Darvill pointed to and didn't understand. They were a mismatched bunch. Cartifax Brion Jacks could pass for a P.E. teacher. High Magus R. L. Conley looked as though he'd just stepped out of an old horror movie. There was no pattern, no connection Phil could see.
Was this something Phil was supposed to know? Some lesson he'd missed?
Even Verdé seemed amused by his bafflement.
"It's not his strongest suit," she responded to a question Darvill asked her.
Everyone seemed to know more than Phil.
One of The Scrote's succubi, resplendent like a star showgirl, opened the door and looked around the room. For one heart-stopping moment Phil thought it was his turn, but then the succubus called out Darvill's name instead.
That gave Phil another half hour to shuffle through his notes in a last-ditch effort to cram for a test he didn't have the slightest clue about. He wondered if it might have been better if the succubus had called out his name instead, if only to get this damn exam over and done with. And now he'd mixed his notes up. They were an incoherent jumble. He didn't think this extra half hour or so was going to change anything.
He lifted his head and turned to Verdé. "Hey wait. Darvill spoke to you directly."
When Phil had first met Darvill, the other student had ridiculed the notion of talking to other warlock's daemons.
"Yes," Verdé said. "It's been quite pleasing to observe his personal growth. There's a lot of promise there. I think he'll develop into a fine warlock."
"You sound like you'd rather have been summoned by him instead of me," Phil said.
Verdé laughed. "Oh no. We're perfectly happy with the master we have."
She rested her head on Phil's shoulder and his nose was filled with the scent of fresh meadow flowers. His cock stirred in his pants.
Great. As if it wasn't difficult enough to concentrate already.
Phil's last-minute cramming was going so badly he was even glad of the interruption when another fellow student approached him. It was Adriana Mayall, but Phil had to do a double take as she'd changed so much since the last time he'd seen her. The skinny mop with a pale face hidden behind scraggly curtains of blonde hair was gone. Instead Phil found himself looking at a pretty young woman dressed very neatly in a business suit as if she was about to take an interview in the city. Even her posture was different. Phil hadn't realised it before, but she was taller than him when she stood up straight. There was an easier smile on her lips and she actually looked at Phil while talking to him rather than staring at the floor.
Her imp, Mr Buggeritall, was still present. He sat on her shoulder and puffed away on a foul-smelling stogie. He was different from before in that he was no longer naked. Like Adriana he was dressed in a suit right down to a miniature tie. Okay, not everything was different. He still leered at Verdé like a dirty old lecherous uncle.
"You look different," Phil said.
Adriana shrugged. "They told me there was no way to get rid of him, so we've come to an arrangement."
"She stops being a whiny little bitch feeling sorry for herself all the time and I stop embarrassing her in public," Mr Buggeritall said.
Adriana gave a little roll of her eyes that indicated she was not that far removed from the awkward girl she'd been before, despite her drastic change in appearance.
"Don't be like that, toots," the imp said. "It was for your benefit. I did it to toughen you up."
Adriana gave Phil a goofy little smile. "It is better than before."
The imp stood up and puffed out his chest. "I'm her personal trainer now."
Adriana suppressed a giggle. She looked down at Phil's notes.
"Revising for Magus Stine's test?" she asked.
"Yes," Phil replied. "Have you already taken it?"
Adriana nodded.
"What's it on?" Phil asked.
"It's odd," Adriana said. "Magus Stine wasn't present for the test, nor were any of the staff. It was just his succubi, three of them. They asked me some fairly straightforward questions about my background and Mr Buggeritall. I thought they were trying to put me at ease before the test began, then they told me it was over and I was fine."
She shrugged.
"Maybe after all the recent deaths, accidents and students going missing, they're taking some extra precautions to try and keep us safe."
Mr Buggeritall suddenly moved from Adriana's right shoulder to her left.
"Oi, what are you up to, Greenie?" he asked Verdé. His prominent lower jaw jutted out like a bulldog's.
to be continued...
I wasn't sure how to post this chapter. The serialisation plan was mainly to keep me moving on the story. Then I stalled. Then I wrote virtually the whole thing one night while waiting at the airport. I think I'll put it up here anyway. It gives me a final chance to correct things for the ebook/novel version if it turns out I flubbed the ending.
The new parts will be posted a little more frequently than weekly (one every two days at a guess) and I'll return to the H-space Monster Girl Bestiary stories once I've finished up with Phil's current arc of adventures.
Phil didn't even know what the test was on. The Scrote had neglected to inform his students. Phil shuffled through his notes. Hellscape Topology... Rites and Rituals... Extra-Dimensional Daemonology... anything? It was impossible.
Phil was surprised when Darvill breezed up to him and spoke. The other student had plenty of cause not to be friendly with him, when you considered it was his succubi that were responsible for killing Darvill's friends. Sort of.
"I wish I knew what this test was about," Phil said. "I heard something about attunement, but that could cover anything we've studied in the last year and a half."
Darvill didn't seem to be bothered about it. Or the upcoming exam. Darvill was the sort that didn't seem to get fazed by anything.
"We're on the fast track because we contracted our first daemons earlier than most other students. I imagine The Scrote wants to check we understand what those contracts mean."
That was fine and all that, Phil thought. He shuffled miserably through his notes.
"I was kinda hoping we'd be taught this before they tested us on it," he said.
"Daemonic contracts are the test," Darvill said. "Look at the ones that came through."
Phil looked at the members of staff Darvill pointed to and didn't understand. They were a mismatched bunch. Cartifax Brion Jacks could pass for a P.E. teacher. High Magus R. L. Conley looked as though he'd just stepped out of an old horror movie. There was no pattern, no connection Phil could see.
Was this something Phil was supposed to know? Some lesson he'd missed?
Even Verdé seemed amused by his bafflement.
"It's not his strongest suit," she responded to a question Darvill asked her.
Everyone seemed to know more than Phil.
One of The Scrote's succubi, resplendent like a star showgirl, opened the door and looked around the room. For one heart-stopping moment Phil thought it was his turn, but then the succubus called out Darvill's name instead.
That gave Phil another half hour to shuffle through his notes in a last-ditch effort to cram for a test he didn't have the slightest clue about. He wondered if it might have been better if the succubus had called out his name instead, if only to get this damn exam over and done with. And now he'd mixed his notes up. They were an incoherent jumble. He didn't think this extra half hour or so was going to change anything.
He lifted his head and turned to Verdé. "Hey wait. Darvill spoke to you directly."
When Phil had first met Darvill, the other student had ridiculed the notion of talking to other warlock's daemons.
"Yes," Verdé said. "It's been quite pleasing to observe his personal growth. There's a lot of promise there. I think he'll develop into a fine warlock."
"You sound like you'd rather have been summoned by him instead of me," Phil said.
Verdé laughed. "Oh no. We're perfectly happy with the master we have."
She rested her head on Phil's shoulder and his nose was filled with the scent of fresh meadow flowers. His cock stirred in his pants.
Great. As if it wasn't difficult enough to concentrate already.
Phil's last-minute cramming was going so badly he was even glad of the interruption when another fellow student approached him. It was Adriana Mayall, but Phil had to do a double take as she'd changed so much since the last time he'd seen her. The skinny mop with a pale face hidden behind scraggly curtains of blonde hair was gone. Instead Phil found himself looking at a pretty young woman dressed very neatly in a business suit as if she was about to take an interview in the city. Even her posture was different. Phil hadn't realised it before, but she was taller than him when she stood up straight. There was an easier smile on her lips and she actually looked at Phil while talking to him rather than staring at the floor.
Her imp, Mr Buggeritall, was still present. He sat on her shoulder and puffed away on a foul-smelling stogie. He was different from before in that he was no longer naked. Like Adriana he was dressed in a suit right down to a miniature tie. Okay, not everything was different. He still leered at Verdé like a dirty old lecherous uncle.
"You look different," Phil said.
Adriana shrugged. "They told me there was no way to get rid of him, so we've come to an arrangement."
"She stops being a whiny little bitch feeling sorry for herself all the time and I stop embarrassing her in public," Mr Buggeritall said.
Adriana gave a little roll of her eyes that indicated she was not that far removed from the awkward girl she'd been before, despite her drastic change in appearance.
"Don't be like that, toots," the imp said. "It was for your benefit. I did it to toughen you up."
Adriana gave Phil a goofy little smile. "It is better than before."
The imp stood up and puffed out his chest. "I'm her personal trainer now."
Adriana suppressed a giggle. She looked down at Phil's notes.
"Revising for Magus Stine's test?" she asked.
"Yes," Phil replied. "Have you already taken it?"
Adriana nodded.
"What's it on?" Phil asked.
"It's odd," Adriana said. "Magus Stine wasn't present for the test, nor were any of the staff. It was just his succubi, three of them. They asked me some fairly straightforward questions about my background and Mr Buggeritall. I thought they were trying to put me at ease before the test began, then they told me it was over and I was fine."
She shrugged.
"Maybe after all the recent deaths, accidents and students going missing, they're taking some extra precautions to try and keep us safe."
Mr Buggeritall suddenly moved from Adriana's right shoulder to her left.
"Oi, what are you up to, Greenie?" he asked Verdé. His prominent lower jaw jutted out like a bulldog's.
to be continued...
I wasn't sure how to post this chapter. The serialisation plan was mainly to keep me moving on the story. Then I stalled. Then I wrote virtually the whole thing one night while waiting at the airport. I think I'll put it up here anyway. It gives me a final chance to correct things for the ebook/novel version if it turns out I flubbed the ending.
The new parts will be posted a little more frequently than weekly (one every two days at a guess) and I'll return to the H-space Monster Girl Bestiary stories once I've finished up with Phil's current arc of adventures.
Tuesday, June 28, 2016
Obligatory still alive post :)
Yeah, I know I've gone and done that fade out thing again.
I've been off and away doing other stuff for the past month that has eaten most of my weekends. It's fine as it supplements my income and allows me to keep paying the bills and put food on the table. (And the travel is a great source of story inspiration as I'll reveal in a future blog post).
I would mention more, but I'm starting to realise why other writers keep shtum about projects until they actually come to fruition. It's a much better way of managing expectation.
I have been writing, but not H-space bestiary stories. My current rule for #ChaosWriting is if I get the urge to write Succubus Summoning, I drop everything else and write that, as it's the number one thing I need to get done at this point in time.
More later (when things come to fruition).
I've been off and away doing other stuff for the past month that has eaten most of my weekends. It's fine as it supplements my income and allows me to keep paying the bills and put food on the table. (And the travel is a great source of story inspiration as I'll reveal in a future blog post).
I would mention more, but I'm starting to realise why other writers keep shtum about projects until they actually come to fruition. It's a much better way of managing expectation.
I have been writing, but not H-space bestiary stories. My current rule for #ChaosWriting is if I get the urge to write Succubus Summoning, I drop everything else and write that, as it's the number one thing I need to get done at this point in time.
More later (when things come to fruition).
Friday, June 10, 2016
H-space MGB Profile: Boob-Snake
Name: Boob-Snake (Don't blame me. This is the name used by the men and it's sort of stuck)
Type: Demon
Habitat: Underground caverns. Natural springs.
Description:
Another anatomically-perverse monstrosity. How did such horrors come to exist and why are their forms so familiar and yet horribly corrupted at the same time?
The boob-snake will usually be encountered lying in a pool of white liquid resembling milk. With the majority of their body submerged and hidden beneath the surface it's easy to mistake them for a beautiful naked woman resting in a hot spring. It's only when the boob-snake rises up out of the water that their true—inhuman—nature is revealed.
While their head, shoulders and chest are human in appearance, below there the thoracic region is repeated over and over again, so that the demon looks as though it has been extended into a snake with multiple rows of mammary glands. Mutations of this nature have been observed in annelids and arthropods, and indeed have played an important role in the evolution of some forms, but this isn't what is happening here—human anatomy simply shouldn't permit it.
Describing the 'boobs' of the boob-snake as mammary glands is technically incorrect. The 'milk' secreted by their breasts is a complex mixture of hormones and enzymes used to first render their male captives docile and then aid the boob-snake's absorption of her prey's fluids.
Attack Strategy:
They lie in wait in pools of white liquid and use their alluring beauty to tempt men into approaching them. Once the man strays close enough the boob-snake will surge from the water, coil her body around them and then drag them into her pool. Boob-snake pools usually have a secret tunnel underwater leading to a more secure cave where the demon can drain her victim without being interrupted.
Once she has caught a man, the boob-snake will strip them, exude her 'milk' over their naked body and then massage them with her many breasts. These look and feel like big soft human breasts and the sensation of them rubbing all over the body is intensely arousing. Once her captive is turned on enough, the boob-snake will force them to suckle her breasts. Getting her milk inside them aids the digestion process. Enzymes within the milk painlessly break down her prey's internal organs and her intense sexual stimulation causes them to ejaculate the resultant soup onto the boob-snake's breasts in a continuous uncontrollable orgasm. The boob-snake absorbs the ejaculate through her skin. The whole process is supposedly a lot more pleasant than it sounds, but you'll forgive me if I'd rather not experience it first-hand.
Countermeasures:
Don't talk to the strange naked woman sitting in a pool of fresh milk.
Boob-snakes share similar regenerative capabilities as other demon-class HSIOs. It is relatively easy to puncture their skin with either bullets or blades, but most of these wounds will close just as rapidly as they opened. Even fire has little permanent effect.
Until we can find substances to counteract their regenerative capabilities and given their speed and strength, it is highly recommended to give boob-snakes and their pools a wide berth.
Threat Level:
Moderate
(This would be High if they ever decided to leave their pools and actively hunt us.)
Type: Demon
Habitat: Underground caverns. Natural springs.
Description:
Another anatomically-perverse monstrosity. How did such horrors come to exist and why are their forms so familiar and yet horribly corrupted at the same time?
The boob-snake will usually be encountered lying in a pool of white liquid resembling milk. With the majority of their body submerged and hidden beneath the surface it's easy to mistake them for a beautiful naked woman resting in a hot spring. It's only when the boob-snake rises up out of the water that their true—inhuman—nature is revealed.
While their head, shoulders and chest are human in appearance, below there the thoracic region is repeated over and over again, so that the demon looks as though it has been extended into a snake with multiple rows of mammary glands. Mutations of this nature have been observed in annelids and arthropods, and indeed have played an important role in the evolution of some forms, but this isn't what is happening here—human anatomy simply shouldn't permit it.
Describing the 'boobs' of the boob-snake as mammary glands is technically incorrect. The 'milk' secreted by their breasts is a complex mixture of hormones and enzymes used to first render their male captives docile and then aid the boob-snake's absorption of her prey's fluids.
Attack Strategy:
They lie in wait in pools of white liquid and use their alluring beauty to tempt men into approaching them. Once the man strays close enough the boob-snake will surge from the water, coil her body around them and then drag them into her pool. Boob-snake pools usually have a secret tunnel underwater leading to a more secure cave where the demon can drain her victim without being interrupted.
Once she has caught a man, the boob-snake will strip them, exude her 'milk' over their naked body and then massage them with her many breasts. These look and feel like big soft human breasts and the sensation of them rubbing all over the body is intensely arousing. Once her captive is turned on enough, the boob-snake will force them to suckle her breasts. Getting her milk inside them aids the digestion process. Enzymes within the milk painlessly break down her prey's internal organs and her intense sexual stimulation causes them to ejaculate the resultant soup onto the boob-snake's breasts in a continuous uncontrollable orgasm. The boob-snake absorbs the ejaculate through her skin. The whole process is supposedly a lot more pleasant than it sounds, but you'll forgive me if I'd rather not experience it first-hand.
Countermeasures:
Don't talk to the strange naked woman sitting in a pool of fresh milk.
Boob-snakes share similar regenerative capabilities as other demon-class HSIOs. It is relatively easy to puncture their skin with either bullets or blades, but most of these wounds will close just as rapidly as they opened. Even fire has little permanent effect.
Until we can find substances to counteract their regenerative capabilities and given their speed and strength, it is highly recommended to give boob-snakes and their pools a wide berth.
Threat Level:
Moderate
(This would be High if they ever decided to leave their pools and actively hunt us.)
Thursday, June 09, 2016
H-space MGB Story: Boob-Snake
PFC Stewart Peter Bate had expected to see strange sights in an alien dimension, but nothing like this. What he saw—a naked blonde girl with lovely big round tits lounging in a pool—was not that unusual in itself. If this had been a sunken Jacuzzi in one of the more decadent areas of Vegas or LA, Bate wouldn't have been surprised. But here, in an underground cavern on an alien planet, hot naked blondes lounging in pools were not something he expected to stumble upon.
The cavern they stood in was around the same size as the main room of a small club. Phosphorescent mosses and lichens on the walls lit up the cavern with a soft blue glow. The rocky floor sloped down to a pool filled with an opaque white liquid that looked like milk. And sitting in the pool, her presence incongruous even if she seemed relaxed about her surroundings, was the blonde girl with the big round titties.
"What are you doing here, miss?" the squad leader, LT Lunn asked.
Lunn was young and green, barely out of West Point. There were rumors going around he was still a virgin.
The blonde girl rose up out of the pool and immediately the squad saw she wasn't what she appeared. Her first row of tits was followed by a second pair, and a third, and a fourth, and a fifth... They kept emerging from the water, pair after pair, as if she was a tampered image on a computer screen where someone had copied her bust and pasted endless copies beneath the original. She reared up above them, her chest stretched out so long she resembled a tall pink snake with two lines of firm pink boobs running down her underside.
A boob-snake, Bate thought with a mental snerk that was totally unsuitable for their current situation.
Caught by surprise by her bizarre appearance, the whole squad froze in place. The demon girl's gaze flitted from man to man before finally alighting on Bate. Then she swooped.
Bate's next few moments were a confusing blur of motion as he was picked up and cast into the pool with a loud splash. Some of the liquid got into his mouth and he was surprised to find that not only did it look like milk, it tasted like milk as well. He was less concerned with that than the thing in the water with him. Bate thrashed and fought and was able to free himself long enough to break the surface to grab a breath. Then something long and muscular coiled around his legs and lower body, and dragged him down...
...and down...
...and down...
...until Bate thought his lungs might burst. Then, just as Bate was facing the ignominy of drowning in a giant puddle of milk, he was dragged back upwards and deposited—gasping—on a beach of soft spongy white mud. He lay there for a moment, coughing and retching as he expelled the cloying liquid from his air passages.
He didn't get long to recover before hands grabbed the seat of his pants and dragged him backwards through the mud until his pants and underpants slipped down far enough for his unknown tormentor to remove them entirely. Bate had already lost his top and equipment on the way here. This final act of disrobing left him completely naked.
He rolled over and saw the demon woman looming over him. Closer up he saw she was a disconcerting mix of the beautiful and the grotesque. She had a pretty heart-shaped face with high cheekbones. Her head, shoulders and top pair of breasts would do a cheerleader proud. The exception to this were her eyes and ears. The latter were pointed and the former were milky-white orbs with neither iris nor pupil. Both of these were minor differences to the human form in comparison to her body below her first pair of breasts. Bate saw the additional tits streaming out behind her in a great long train. Each pair, in themselves, was fine. They were big, round and were covered in a sheen of liquid that gave them an appealing, shiny pink appearance. If anything that made it worst—to see such perfect examples of the female form stitched together in a Frankenstein's monster abomination.
Thankfully the demon woman wasn't making any hostile moves. After stripping Bate she seemed content to simply smile at him as he lay on the soft white mud. Could she be... friendly?
She moved up to Bate and cupped hands beneath her top row of bulging breasts.
"Do you like them?" she asked. "You can touch them. I like them being touched."
More than friendly, even.
Bate reached out and placed a hand on her tit. It felt as good as it looked—warm, soft, the skin silky-smooth. Emboldened by her lack of resistance to his touching an intimate part of her body, Bate gave her boob an experimental squeeze. It was pleasantly malleable like a boob and the skin dimpled and deformed before springing back like nubile flesh. Enjoying the sensations of touching her, Bate rubbed a finger against the erect rubbery nub of her nipple.
Bate squeezed a little harder. Her breast gave a little shiver and squirted warm milk into the palm of his hand.
"Oops," the demon girl said. "I'm a little full."
Bate kept pawing her soft pink flesh. He marveled at the feel, the weight. The last time he'd touched tits that felt as good as this they'd belonged to a big-titted stripper down in Vegas. He'd enjoyed touching them. He'd enjoyed fucking her in his truck after her shift had ended even more.
"They all feel as good as this," the blonde girl said. "Stand up and let me rub them all over your body."
Bate did as she asked and let her coil her long body around him. She surrounded him in a sinuous dance. She slid his leg through her cleavage, but it wasn't a single pair of breasts but a whole train of them. Her nipples traced lines across his buttocks and up his back. She slid his left arm through the groove of her many cleavages, then his right. She pressed his face between one set of soft tits, then another, and another.
Bate was lifted off the floor and wrapped up in her warm breasts. They pressed against him like soft cushions and as she moved her body he felt her erect nipples rubbing all over him. Milky fluids oozed from her teats and let her slide all over Bate with greater ease. It felt incredible. It was like he was buried in a jumble of writhing big-titted strippers.
The boob-snake demon pressed his face into her top left breast.
"Drink," she ordered. "Taste how delicious my milk is."
Was Bate into this kind of shit—suckling at a woman's tit like an overgrown baby? The demon woman didn't offer him a choice. Her arms were like iron bars around the back of his head as she pressed his face into the soft fleshy pillow of her giant boob. Her nipple squirted and Bate's mouth filled up with milk.
He drank it.
Bate didn't know if he was into this kind of kinky shit, but he did know her milk was delicious. The taste was of milk, but with an extra something that slid down Bate's throat like fine whiskey on a cold evening and warmed him up from the inside. The taste grew on Bate. At first he wasn't sure. Then he wanted more. Then he needed more. He actively sucked on her teat while she gently ruffled fingers through his short hair.
Not only did Bate feel warm inside, he felt horny. Really really horny.
Sure, having lots of big round naked tits rubbing all over his body, jostling his erection, would do that to a man, but this was more. Maybe he was into this kinky adult breast-feeding thing. Or there was something in her milk that really got his balls juiced. Either way, Bate started to hump his hips against her. What he really wanted to do was bury his hard-on in tight wet pussy, but he couldn't find it and didn't even know if she had one. Instead he found the tight warm cleft between her swollen tits and decided they were close enough.
The many-titted demon woman helped him out. She gave a little flex and it felt like she'd put a hand on either side of her breasts and was pressing them together around Bate's cock. She moved against him and created friction as Bate's cock slid back and forth between her soft fleshy pillows. The rubbing, the suckling, the feel of her erect nipples tracing moist lines across his flesh, the feel of her soft tits sandwiching his hard cock... it took him over the edge. He moaned into her smothering boob and trembled as he released a great flood of semen into the fleshy cleft between her tits.
His moan of orgasm was only a slight pause before he was back at her teat and guzzling down more of her delicious milk. He couldn't get enough of it, or the warm tingly glow it spread through him.
She coiled more tightly around him and squashed her many boobs against his body. Her body flexed and pulsed as she dragged Bate's cock back and forth between her tits.
Strange. He'd poured out so much cum her tits should be sticky with it. Instead they felt just as silky-smooth as when he'd first touched them. It was like she'd absorbed it all through her skin.
Not that Bate cared. He sucked up more of her delicious milk and luxuriated in the sensation of her many boobs rubbing against him.
Oh yes.
He shuddered and released another great flood of cum all over her wonderful tits. So much this time it was almost like he was taking a piss, but with the great throbbing bursts of pleasure that came from every orgasm.
He wondered if her milk was helping him—making his balls swell up with rampant vitality. Yes, he was sure her milk was helping him. Needing little excuse, he gulped down more of her secretions and, coaxed by her luscious breasts, let out another massive flood of semen.
Her milk was helping, but not in a way Bate would have liked had he been clear-headed enough to realize what it was doing to him. All that semen had to come from somewhere, and that somewhere was Bate's muscle, flesh and internal organs. He poured his fluids out onto her in pulsing bursts and the demon woman absorbed them through her skin. By the time the rest of his squad found the secret underwater tunnel that led to this secret cave all that was left of Bate were scraps of his empty skin.
The cavern they stood in was around the same size as the main room of a small club. Phosphorescent mosses and lichens on the walls lit up the cavern with a soft blue glow. The rocky floor sloped down to a pool filled with an opaque white liquid that looked like milk. And sitting in the pool, her presence incongruous even if she seemed relaxed about her surroundings, was the blonde girl with the big round titties.
"What are you doing here, miss?" the squad leader, LT Lunn asked.
Lunn was young and green, barely out of West Point. There were rumors going around he was still a virgin.
The blonde girl rose up out of the pool and immediately the squad saw she wasn't what she appeared. Her first row of tits was followed by a second pair, and a third, and a fourth, and a fifth... They kept emerging from the water, pair after pair, as if she was a tampered image on a computer screen where someone had copied her bust and pasted endless copies beneath the original. She reared up above them, her chest stretched out so long she resembled a tall pink snake with two lines of firm pink boobs running down her underside.
A boob-snake, Bate thought with a mental snerk that was totally unsuitable for their current situation.
Caught by surprise by her bizarre appearance, the whole squad froze in place. The demon girl's gaze flitted from man to man before finally alighting on Bate. Then she swooped.
Bate's next few moments were a confusing blur of motion as he was picked up and cast into the pool with a loud splash. Some of the liquid got into his mouth and he was surprised to find that not only did it look like milk, it tasted like milk as well. He was less concerned with that than the thing in the water with him. Bate thrashed and fought and was able to free himself long enough to break the surface to grab a breath. Then something long and muscular coiled around his legs and lower body, and dragged him down...
...and down...
...and down...
...until Bate thought his lungs might burst. Then, just as Bate was facing the ignominy of drowning in a giant puddle of milk, he was dragged back upwards and deposited—gasping—on a beach of soft spongy white mud. He lay there for a moment, coughing and retching as he expelled the cloying liquid from his air passages.
He didn't get long to recover before hands grabbed the seat of his pants and dragged him backwards through the mud until his pants and underpants slipped down far enough for his unknown tormentor to remove them entirely. Bate had already lost his top and equipment on the way here. This final act of disrobing left him completely naked.
He rolled over and saw the demon woman looming over him. Closer up he saw she was a disconcerting mix of the beautiful and the grotesque. She had a pretty heart-shaped face with high cheekbones. Her head, shoulders and top pair of breasts would do a cheerleader proud. The exception to this were her eyes and ears. The latter were pointed and the former were milky-white orbs with neither iris nor pupil. Both of these were minor differences to the human form in comparison to her body below her first pair of breasts. Bate saw the additional tits streaming out behind her in a great long train. Each pair, in themselves, was fine. They were big, round and were covered in a sheen of liquid that gave them an appealing, shiny pink appearance. If anything that made it worst—to see such perfect examples of the female form stitched together in a Frankenstein's monster abomination.
Thankfully the demon woman wasn't making any hostile moves. After stripping Bate she seemed content to simply smile at him as he lay on the soft white mud. Could she be... friendly?
She moved up to Bate and cupped hands beneath her top row of bulging breasts.
"Do you like them?" she asked. "You can touch them. I like them being touched."
More than friendly, even.
Bate reached out and placed a hand on her tit. It felt as good as it looked—warm, soft, the skin silky-smooth. Emboldened by her lack of resistance to his touching an intimate part of her body, Bate gave her boob an experimental squeeze. It was pleasantly malleable like a boob and the skin dimpled and deformed before springing back like nubile flesh. Enjoying the sensations of touching her, Bate rubbed a finger against the erect rubbery nub of her nipple.
Bate squeezed a little harder. Her breast gave a little shiver and squirted warm milk into the palm of his hand.
"Oops," the demon girl said. "I'm a little full."
Bate kept pawing her soft pink flesh. He marveled at the feel, the weight. The last time he'd touched tits that felt as good as this they'd belonged to a big-titted stripper down in Vegas. He'd enjoyed touching them. He'd enjoyed fucking her in his truck after her shift had ended even more.
"They all feel as good as this," the blonde girl said. "Stand up and let me rub them all over your body."
Bate did as she asked and let her coil her long body around him. She surrounded him in a sinuous dance. She slid his leg through her cleavage, but it wasn't a single pair of breasts but a whole train of them. Her nipples traced lines across his buttocks and up his back. She slid his left arm through the groove of her many cleavages, then his right. She pressed his face between one set of soft tits, then another, and another.
Bate was lifted off the floor and wrapped up in her warm breasts. They pressed against him like soft cushions and as she moved her body he felt her erect nipples rubbing all over him. Milky fluids oozed from her teats and let her slide all over Bate with greater ease. It felt incredible. It was like he was buried in a jumble of writhing big-titted strippers.
The boob-snake demon pressed his face into her top left breast.
"Drink," she ordered. "Taste how delicious my milk is."
Was Bate into this kind of shit—suckling at a woman's tit like an overgrown baby? The demon woman didn't offer him a choice. Her arms were like iron bars around the back of his head as she pressed his face into the soft fleshy pillow of her giant boob. Her nipple squirted and Bate's mouth filled up with milk.
He drank it.
Bate didn't know if he was into this kind of kinky shit, but he did know her milk was delicious. The taste was of milk, but with an extra something that slid down Bate's throat like fine whiskey on a cold evening and warmed him up from the inside. The taste grew on Bate. At first he wasn't sure. Then he wanted more. Then he needed more. He actively sucked on her teat while she gently ruffled fingers through his short hair.
Not only did Bate feel warm inside, he felt horny. Really really horny.
Sure, having lots of big round naked tits rubbing all over his body, jostling his erection, would do that to a man, but this was more. Maybe he was into this kinky adult breast-feeding thing. Or there was something in her milk that really got his balls juiced. Either way, Bate started to hump his hips against her. What he really wanted to do was bury his hard-on in tight wet pussy, but he couldn't find it and didn't even know if she had one. Instead he found the tight warm cleft between her swollen tits and decided they were close enough.
The many-titted demon woman helped him out. She gave a little flex and it felt like she'd put a hand on either side of her breasts and was pressing them together around Bate's cock. She moved against him and created friction as Bate's cock slid back and forth between her soft fleshy pillows. The rubbing, the suckling, the feel of her erect nipples tracing moist lines across his flesh, the feel of her soft tits sandwiching his hard cock... it took him over the edge. He moaned into her smothering boob and trembled as he released a great flood of semen into the fleshy cleft between her tits.
His moan of orgasm was only a slight pause before he was back at her teat and guzzling down more of her delicious milk. He couldn't get enough of it, or the warm tingly glow it spread through him.
She coiled more tightly around him and squashed her many boobs against his body. Her body flexed and pulsed as she dragged Bate's cock back and forth between her tits.
Strange. He'd poured out so much cum her tits should be sticky with it. Instead they felt just as silky-smooth as when he'd first touched them. It was like she'd absorbed it all through her skin.
Not that Bate cared. He sucked up more of her delicious milk and luxuriated in the sensation of her many boobs rubbing against him.
Oh yes.
He shuddered and released another great flood of cum all over her wonderful tits. So much this time it was almost like he was taking a piss, but with the great throbbing bursts of pleasure that came from every orgasm.
He wondered if her milk was helping him—making his balls swell up with rampant vitality. Yes, he was sure her milk was helping him. Needing little excuse, he gulped down more of her secretions and, coaxed by her luscious breasts, let out another massive flood of semen.
Her milk was helping, but not in a way Bate would have liked had he been clear-headed enough to realize what it was doing to him. All that semen had to come from somewhere, and that somewhere was Bate's muscle, flesh and internal organs. He poured his fluids out onto her in pulsing bursts and the demon woman absorbed them through her skin. By the time the rest of his squad found the secret underwater tunnel that led to this secret cave all that was left of Bate were scraps of his empty skin.
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