THE BOOK OF ABHILASHA by GC d’Angelique

Feature Writer: GCdAngelique

Feature Title: THE BOOK OF ABHILASHA

Published: 30.05.2024

Story Codes: Demonic, NC

Synopsis: Can Emily find her family’s secrets through the succubus?

Author’s Notes: Visit www.gcdangelique.com to be in touch with me and join the Reader’s Den, the newsletter that offers, well, news and a free erotic story that is exclusive to it! Visit and follow my author’s page to get the latest updates — I hope you enjoyed reading The Book of Abhilasha as much as I did when writing it. If you have the time, consider leaving it a review on its Amazon page so I can know what you liked about it. The idea that had first crossed my mind for this book was that of a temptress, a demon who would tempt a young woman, and it would be just a short, 10-page story with one erotic scene, much like Shila’s Sweet Melody, for example. However, as the story went on, Abhilasha’s character was shaped by it. In the end, she turned out to be some kind of antihero, as the revelations in the Epilogue make you see everything that had happened to Emily in a different light (maybe?). As for Emily, I left most of her physical features out, because I wanted you, the reader, to fill in that vacuum. She does have a few characteristics, mostly personality traits, and traumas, but you only get to learn those by the very end. Actually, if I had to pick a theme for this book, it would definitely be abuse. It denounces a still too frequent situation of domestic abuse toward children, yes, but I’d like to invite you to reflect on the other possible types of abuse shown throughout the story. Do you consider Abhilasha’s actions abusive? Was Emily abusive when she probed into her grandmother’s best-forgotten secrets? What about James, her dad? And finally, is it possible to consider Abhilasha a victim at all? Reading is not meant to be a passive activity. Now that you know the whole story, you can keep it alive by reflecting on it. See if your perception of it will be the same when you read the book again in the future! Interact with it- think of what you would do if you were in Emily’s shoes – and in Abhilasha’s sneakers! Look up the meaning of Abhilasha on Google!

The Book Of Abhilasha

Chapter ONE

… esaeu naozzes l’taeuhgr’q gae yiz – abhilasha.

“Memaw was probably deep into dementia when she wrote this, the poor thing.” Emily thought.

The enigmatic words were there, written in reddish ink; they had been handwritten upon the very first page of that musty tome, a collection of yellowed pages that her grandmother used to cherish as her journal. Emily’s grandmother had passed two weeks before, so there shouldn’t be any problem in giving it a peek. Maybe her teenage years had been full of salacious adventures? Or an intense love story, secret and prohibited by the societal norms of yore?

Emily flipped a few pages. Almost immediately, her nostrils were hit by a wave of dampness. Her memaw’s journal had been found stuck behind a wooden armoire and what looked like the moldiest wall possible to have inside a house. Now, Emily had it opened on the desk in her bedroom, under the light of a cozy table lamp.

“Atchoo! Whew, bless your heart, memaw. Now I have some decade-old spores in my lungs.”

After the fungi cloud settled down, Emily was finally able to read a few lines on the page. They carried a boring story on a birthday her grandma had – when she turned eighteen. There had been some sort of dancing party at the barn of a farm, and Memaw had gotten interested in a guy. The guy’s name was not that of Emily’s grandfather… So maybe that had been her first crush.

As Emily kept flipping the pages, they were full of even more tedious stuff. Living back in the middle of the past century as a young lady had not been eventful. House chores, helping her mom, being courted by the community’s men…

Then, right around the center pages, the writing ceased. Weird. Several blank pages came after that, and it took a number of them before her grandmother’s calligraphy made itself present on the pages.

The wait, however, was worth it. A single sentence had been dropped at the bottom of the page:

Today, I made love to a woman.

Emily gasped. Not in a million lifetimes she could have guessed her sweet memaw had once made love to a woman. Her heartbeat accelerated as if racing to reach the following pages, and her fingers followed suit, flipping away.

The next page had more juicy details.

This has to stop. It has been five times, five times! I dare not write her name here, because I fear Dad will find this out. I think he could pretend he didn’t know about it if it were just a silly thing between two young girlfriends, but if he ever knew who it is I got laid with, that would certainly shame him in the community and possibly end a happy marriage. I do not know why I feel like I must write this here, as it is risky; but I must tell someone or I can explode!

Emily’s fingers kept on digging her memaw’s secret out of the past. That was very shocking- and fascinating!

So, Dad learned of it. He says he doesn’t want us mingling with the Bakers anymore. The way he puts it, it’s like Mrs. Baker put a spell on me, a curse! She seduced me, of course, but I enjoyed it very much. Now Dad wants to take me to someone who can fix me.

“Ugh. I’m glad I never met the jerk.” Emily said to no one, as she was alone. Then she flipped the page and saw a loose photo of a woman in her forties. Could that have been Mrs. Smith? She had the looks of a pin-up girl, so Emily’s memaw attraction to her had been more than justified.

Under the photo, more words:

We went and saw this Indian fortune teller of sorts. At least, that is what I think she was. Dad asked her to break my curse, and then she made me say a very strange phrase, “esaeu naozzes l’taeuhgr’q gae yiz” while looking at Mrs. Smith’s picture, three times. Then Dad paid her a large sum of cash. I wonder if Mom is watching us from the heavens, and if she is ashamed of me too.

Emily recalled the weird gibberish from the first page of the journal, so she went back to check if it matched the phrase her grandmother chanted. They were the same, except for the last word, Abhilasha.

An uneasy feeling crept up Emily’s stomach. As a scientist – a mycologist – she didn’t really believe in mystical or occult stuff. But for some reason, passing her eyes over those enigmatic words made her fear something. It felt wrong.

As she turned the page, Emily was greeted by another chunk of blank pages. The only page that had something written happened to be the very last one. And it said something, alright:

I reckon Abhilasha killed Dad.

Now that had taken a turn that Emily didn’t like at all. Her grandmother used to tell Emily that her great-grandfather had died of a heart attack, so what was that about someone or something killing him? And besides that,… What was Abhilasha?

Dizziness made its rounds in Emily’s head. She wished her memaw was still alive to ask all about those final pages. But that had to be a maddening secret, one the old woman wanted to take with her to the grave, and there was no way of knowing the journal even existed until a few days before then.

Compelled by some unknown force, Emily slowly got back to the first page, the one with the supposed spell on it. The red ink it had been written in now looked… wet. Yes, that was it. That was the cue for Emily to shut that book and get ready for bed. All those fungi were probably rotting her brain away, anyway.

In a few minutes, Emily was in her purple satin pajamas, which had been a present from her grandma. She grabbed her nightly friend, a black, textured vibrator, and set it on her nightstand, in preparation for her little me time before falling asleep. Since the table lamp was still on, she walked toward it- and saw the journal again, with that puzzling sentence etched in the paper.

She figured that giving it a try wouldn’t hurt. It was all doohickey, anyway.

“Esa…eu naoz…zes l’ta…euhgr’q gae yiz… A-bhi-la-sha.”

Her head hurt at the same instant she pronounced the last syllable. It was a stabbing pain. When Emily attempted to look around her, everything was blurred.

“Oh, no. Stroke. Dying…!”

When she was just about to faint, Emily heard a sound that filled the small bedroom. It was an angelic feminine voice.

“Hold your horses there, girl. It’ll pass, as it always does. I can’t believe you’ve gotten this weak over the years. My, aren’t you precious? Then again, it’s been a loooong time, hasn’t it?”

The voice was unnecessarily cheerful. Emily sat on her bed, and the pain was just starting to go away. Her sight was getting sharper as well- sharp enough to notice she was not alone anymore.

A feminine silhouette was close to the door, near the table with the journal on it. The blurry image looked as if she was opening her arms.

“Come on, now. Won’t you give me a little sugar?”, the voice asked.

“S-sugar? Who… Who are you? I’m calling the police… in a bit.”

The silhouette inched closer and bent over in front of Emily. Whoever she was, she smelled good. A sweet, fruity smell.

“Is that you, Maria?”, she said nonchalantly. “Sure looks like you…”

She straightened her back and seemed to go toward the door. Then she changed course and reached for the table lamp, pointing it at Emily’s face.

“Girl, I don’t know what you’ve done, but you look younger!” she concluded.

“Who… the hell… are you?!” Emily blurted out, finally regaining her full senses.

The shadowy figure then pointed the table lamp at herself. Finally, Emily could check the invader out. She was a tall, slender woman who looked to be in her twenties, wearing black baggy pants, a pair of All-Stars sneakers, and a purple open-back halter top. She had cascading long dark hair, matching her dark hazel eyes and lipstick.

Oh, and at the top of the head, two long horns, one on each side.

“See? It’s me, Abhilasha.”

Chapter TWO

“You know too well that thing there doesn’t work on me, Maria, dear,” said Abhilasha, as she watched Emily doing the Christian sign of the cross over her chest over and over.

“You… Go back to hell, demon! What are you?!” cried Emily.

“But… But it was YOU who called me. Now you want me to go home. Pfft. I know your mind hasn’t been well for years, but I still had some hope, since you were able to say the enchantment.”

Emily snapped. She grabbed her heavy backpack, that rested on her bed, and threw it at the demoness, who fended it off with a hand gesture.

“Maria, come on…” Abhilasha had just started to complain when Emily lunged at her, yelling and slapping her everywhere.

“GET OUT!!!”

Abhilasha barely felt Emily’s tiny hands on her. They felt like a desperate mosquito trying to fight against a hand that was just about to smack it down. She shook her head, clearly disappointed at her “Maria”. Then, in a flash, her hand grabbed Emily’s arm and lifted her up from the ground.

“Enough of this shit. What’s gotten into you, Ma…ri…a?” said she, arching her eyebrows at the sight of Emily’s face, “You… you are NOT Maria! Deceiver!”

Emily was shoved away from the mysterious woman and fell on her bed. Immediately, she started to beg for her life.

“Please, please, please… don’t kill me, demon… Let me be…”

Abhilasha flicked the light switch on, then rested both hands on her hip and directed a stare full of angry daggers at Emily.

“Kill you? You should know better, girl. You summon me, and you don’t even know who I am and what I like?”

She moved closer to Emily, who yelled, “Stay back!” Abhilasha put her hands up, her eyes rolled. It took Emily a while to see that whoever Abhilasha was, she didn’t have any intention of outright killing her. She let a relaxed sigh out, even though tension was still lingering.

“Can I get closer? I need a better look at you,” said Abhilasha.

Emily didn’t answer. The demoness insisted.

“Come on. It’s not like I have all day, you know. Just a closer look, that’s all”.

Sprawled on the bed due to the push from before, Emily nodded at Abhilasha. The woman rushed closer to her and observed every inch of her existence.

“Yeah. You are not Maria. Who are you?”

Emily shook her head.

“I am Emily. There’s no Mari…oh. Don’t you mean my grandmother? Her name was Maria.”

Abhilasha looked back at her, eyes squinting hard. Suddenly, something clicked inside that beautiful horned head, and she opened her eyes wide.

“Sweet Satan… Has that much time passed? Maria has a granddaughter now…?”

“Well… Maria had a granddaughter. My grandma passed away two weeks ago.”

“…what? Bullshit. If she had died, her soul would pop smack dab in my circle of Hell. That was what we had agreed.” Abhilasha thought it would be a good idea to sit on Emily’s bed, by her side, as she spoke. “When she died, her soul was to drop so deeply and quickly it would make waves in the Earth’s lava core”.

She chuckled. Emily moved away from Abhilasha, toward the headboard of the bed.

“I mean it… my grandma Maria is dead. That’s how I got the journal. I would have never found it otherwise, as it was so well hidden.”

The demon’s eyes blinked twice. Reality was starting to sink in.

“But… Does that mean she went to Paradise? How come…? Her soul was as rotten as a vulture’s carcass…”

“Hey!” Emily sat upright at once, “Watch what you say about memaw.”

“Me…memaw?”

Abhilasha cackled madly.

“Is that what you call that wench? Honey, if you knew what I know, you’d be calling her a perverted monster.”

There was so much amusement to be found in Abhilasha’s face. A debaucherous smirk crossed her meaty lips, as she gazed at Emily.

“What? That’s the truth, like it or not. Maria used to have a hankering for vajays and went hardcore on that other Mrs. Smith whore. Hell, she would be drinking from the Smith’s grotto all day, hotter than blue blazes.”

Emily’s heart was beating faster, now not out of fear anymore. It was wrath, welling up inside her with each of Abhilasha’s insults to her memaw’s memory. Yet, the demoness went on.

“To think that her asshole of a father tried to summon ME to make her stop being lesbo. I guess he wasn’t aware that I would show up, but that doesn’t make it any less ridiculous. When your “memaw” wasn’t being fingered by that married bitch, she would get home and meet me in her bedroom. The next morning, the poor thing could barely walk”

She chuckled again. Emily tightened her fists in secret.

“She would ride me like her life depended on it! And my, my, how she lov-”

The maniac insultfest was interrupted by Emily’s fist knocking Abhilasha’s jaw. She coughed and choked, and some thick black liquid spilled from her mouth onto the sheets.

That was it. Emily was going to die. She had acted out of impulse, and now she would be exterminated for her insolence.

Except she wasn’t. Abhilasha checked to see if her jaw was still in one piece and stared back at Emily.

“Well… I guess I deserved that,” she said, lowering her head. “I got carried away. I’m sorry.”

To Emily, that was more shocking than having a demon in her bedroom: she had a demon asking for her forgiveness. She lowered her head a bit too, ashamed of punching the hellish lady. Abhilasha was still checking if all her teeth were in place, and she wiped the black liquid off using her arm.

“I am sorry too. It’s just… I can’t bear to hear anyone say such things about my grandma.”

“Yeah, yeah. My bad. I guess it’s been a long time since I last talked to someone from the ‘surface’. I lost my touch.”

Emily raised an eyebrow.

“How long, exactly?” she asked.

“Mm. It was around the nineties. Your grandmother made me wear this stuff back then. I did it to please her, as she wanted to have me as a… brunette version of someone called April or something. April La Vienne, if I recall it correctly.”

“Don’t you mean Avril Lavigne?”

“Ah! That’s it! Yeah, we partied like there was no tomorrow when I was dressed like this. Sorry. Like I said, it’s been a long time. Back then, Maria had this kid, who must be your father, I assume. James, right?”

“…Yes, that’s my dad. Don’t you dare say bad stuff about him too.”

“Relax. He was just a kid. And Maria treated him nicely. He never suspected his mother was a… well, a lesbian.”

That was almost too much information coming at Emily at once. Not only was she learning about her grandmother’s history, but it was all coming straight from the mouth of a wicked demon that she had summoned somehow.

Amid her inner reflection, Emily hadn’t noticed that the talkative and extroverted demon had gone silent for a bit too long. On her pale face, there was a drop of something that came from her eye – it looked like a tear, but it was as black as the stuff Abhilasha had coughed up earlier.

The demoness sighed.

“Oh, well. I wonder why she didn’t show up there in Hell. We were supposed to reign my circle together. Now what will I do?”

For some odd reason, Emily felt Abhilasha deserved compassion. That feeling was creeping up on her heart, making it heavy. At the same time, another sensation showed up, and Emily felt it as she moved on the bed to get a bit closer to Abhilasha. The smooth satin of her pajama shirt had caressed the bare chest under it. Her nipples were aroused, and that was WEIRD. The situation was not appropriate for any kind of horniness, but still, there it was.

“Abhilasha, is it?” Emily started, “Look, I think I brought you here by accident. I didn’t mean to. I just read those words out loud and then you showed up.”

Abhilasha looked back at her, another black tear rolling from her eye.

“Yeah. I know you don’t want me here. I shouldn’t have come, but I had no choice. Whenever a mortal says those words, I am brought right by their side.”

“Oh. That sucks. But wait, what’s the reason for people to call you? What did my memaw want with you?”

Abhilasha slowly shook her head.

“Quit being ugly, Emily girl. You oughta be smarter, coming from Maria’s line.”

It took Emily some time to understand she was being chastised for her supposed stupidity. Abhilasha then stated:

“The first time Maria called me was an accident. Well, the woman to whom I was bound passed me to your grandmamew.”

“It’s memaw.”

“Whatever. The woman was a tricky slut who had tried to make a slave out of me. Then she got bored of old me and tossed me to Maria. That bastard, her father, thought it might cure her lesbianism. Little did he know it was going to make it even stronger.”

She giggled; devilishly, of course.

“Go on.”

“After our first time together, she was addicted to me and called me every single day to fuck her brains out. And I loved it, as it was just the thing I needed to have all my power back; that savage magician had extracted it from me.”

“So… you needed sex for that?”

“Hello! I’m a succubus!” Abhilasha revealed.

Now it was Emily’s turn to let a hearty chuckle out. Abhilasha stared at her, eyes squinted and teeth showing.

“What is so funny?” she asked through her teeth.

“You are so lost, demon. As far as I know, succubuses only extract their energy from men, isn’t it? So, there is nothing for you here, and all the story about you and my grandma was nothing but a hill of beans.”

Abhilasha tilted her head to the right and proceeded to shake it once again, in pure disdain.

“Girl, you are outdated. Where did you read that? Was it in that trash, Kramer’s risible mess of paper, the Malleus Maleficarum?”

“Who?”

“Ugh. That smart-ass priest, Heinrich Kramer – he thought he knew all there was to know about demons. He forgot to add himself to the troupe, though.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Nevermind. All you need to know is what you know about me is wrong. Well, not every single detail, but still. Oh, and it’s succubi, you uncultured swine. Enough of this drivel. Let me introduce myself.”

After her last word, Abhilasha moved her hands in a way Emily couldn’t perceive. They became a blur only. Then, Emily felt something strange. It was as if she badly needed to pee, out of nowhere.

“Try pushing it out. It’s not in your urethra, mind you.” Abhilasha stated.

Something… was wriggling, inside Emily’s vagina.

“What… What the fuck is this?!” she cried.

Abhilasha snapped her fingers, and the unwanted sensation stopped.

“That is something I am sure you didn’t know about us succubi. It is just a minor invoking spell. Do not fret, because I have already taken it out. Relax.”

“What did you-”

“I summoned a roach up your innards!”

Emily felt her stomach turning. Abhilasha saw the look of complete panic and disgust that swept up her face and laughed.

“I kid, I kid. Relax. It was just a small and harmless input spell to force some jinx into you. Or was it?”

And she cackled again. Emily’s eyes were now welling up, as she was back into the vibes of being terrified by the supernatural presence sitting by her side.

“Please… just go away… You freak!”

Much to Emily’s surprise, that was exactly what Abhilasha would do, as she simply vanished, without a trace. It was as if she had blinked out of existence. That was enough for Emily to think she had probably fallen asleep and was just having a most unpleasant nightmare. But it felt so real to her…

Abhilasha’s voice rang inside the young scientist’s mind, reminding her that it was by no means an illusion or nightmarish fever.

“I’ll tell you what: you have a full day before I come back for you. You called me, I will be bound to you until you’re sucked dry. Juuuust like your mamew used to be when we played together. I never did suck her dry for good, though – she always had a few days to recover in between our encounters, so I could keep using her ooover and over. Oh, your mamew and I had the best of times, and the worst of times! Oh, blissful nostalgia!”

Emily was unsure if she had any way of talking back telepathically, or whatever that mumbo-jumbo was. Before she could attempt some deep-thinking communication, though, Abhilasha’s voice filled her mind up again.

“We will have a fantastic time, Emily lady. What I set inside you will slowly drive you towards me throughout the day. By the evening, you’ll be desperate to meet me again. And I will be here, yes, to fuck your brains out. And you… you are going to love it.”

After that, Emily’s body felt heavy and soft like molasses. Her lights went out – both those in the bedroom and in her conscience, and she blacked out on the bed.

Chapter THREE

When sunlight hit Emily’s eyelids, her body was kicked into motion. Inside her head, some dull throbbing persisted, and she had trouble picking up the shards of her sanity from the experience of the previous night. It was unbelievable – she really had made a type of pact with a succubus.

As it was pointless to stay in bed for longer, Emily got up, put on her thick-rim glasses, and went to the bathroom. The first thing she could notice was that her wavy blonde hair was messier than usual. Besides that, her skin was rosy and outright red in some spots, as if she had been beaten while she slept. There were welts too, and they weren’t painful to the touch.

For some unknown reason, she felt dirty. It was as if she had been touched inappropriately, even though nothing physical had happened at all. To try and feel better, Emily decided to take a long, warm shower. She dropped her pajamas on the cold floor, opened the shower curtains, and positioned her bruised body under the shower head. She turned the shower on, and let the hot water droplets caress her skin.

“Would you look at that! That is not a body to die for, but certainly one to kill for!”

As soon as Abhilasha’s voice echoed inside Emily’s mind, the throbbing headache returned. The naked scientist tried to cover her breasts and groin, ashamed.

“A bit late for that, isn’t it? I have already seen all your flesh, and I must say I can’t wait to taste it. Oh, not in a violent way, mind you. I am not that kind of demon…”

“Leave me alone!” Emily wept.

“I will, love. After I am done with you tonight, that is. Until then, keep on boiling…”

Emily could sense her groin tingling. And again, her nipples and areolas exhibited an almost instantaneous sign of arousal. The hand protecting the area of her pussy moved by itself as if possessed. Maybe it was.

“What has she done to me…?” thought Emily.

The sudden urge of desire was not meant to be. This immediate urge beckoned her hand to touch her clitoris. Lustful thoughts filled her mind up, wobbling inside her brain, knocking every other sane thought out.

Then she started stroking her sweet spot. At the same time that she was unsure and unwilling to do it, something inside her screamed at her libido. Abhilasha’s curves, her slender, yet meaty frame, showed up in her memory, and there was this sudden smell in the air – it was the demoness’s scent.

Desperation started to kick in – not because she believed she had been possessed to do that, but rather because Emily was experiencing a genuine desire for the succubus. Was it an effect of the binding? Perhaps, but there was no space for reasoning in herself: she was the horniest she had been in months, maybe in years.

Abhilasha blinked into existence once again, at the other side of the curtain.

“Just so you know, Emily lady, I am not doing a single thing. Look – my hands are up. No tricks up my sleeve, as they say.”

She showed her hands over the curtain rod. Emily glanced at them briefly, because she just had to keep going. Stopping was impossible.

‘I don’t know how old you are, girl. Judging from your looks, I’d say you’re in your twenties.”

“Th- Thirty-two…” Emily said in a muffled voice.

“Oh, wow! What do you wear for a cologne, formaldehyde perchance?”

There was no answer. Abhilasha paid close attention to Emily’s breathing.

“Ohhh… you are just about to cum, aren’t you? Go ahead, love. Let me hear it.”

No matter how hard she tried, Emily could not stop stroking her muff, fingers incessantly rubbing the whole extension of her pussy, from the lips to the clit. Neither could she hold back much of her moaning. She was biting her lips to the point of making them bleed a bit, unwilling to let Abhilasha know she was in extreme pleasure, but some muffled groans escaped here and there.

“Go on. You can cum now.” the succubus stated. At that very moment, Emily’s pussy contracted violently, pulsating as if begging to milk something inside. She was cumming, and her legs became as weak as wet noodles, so she fell on her knees and had to lean on the bathroom tiles for support. The pulses exploded within for a few, but long seconds. Abhilasha had a wide smirk crossing her flawless mouth.

“I…” started Emily.

“Yes? Say it.”

“I- I need you, Abhilasha…”

The demoness laughed, satisfaction embracing her soul in full force.

“Good. Really good. If you behave well, you will get to experience me later tonight. For now, try to hold your horses, Emily…”

That was enough pleasure for the time being. Emily raised a shaking arm and hand to the curtain and pulled it to the side. Abhilasha wasn’t there anymore.

All that was left was heavy breathing coming from Emily’s lungs. What had happened to her? She had just felt the acute frisson of being near Abhilasha. Was it the demoness’s presence making her tempted? And she had even said she needed her… it came out naturally.

She had to do something about it. Whatever it was, it had to stop. So, she decided to make a decisive phone call.

Chapter FOUR

“Dad, are you sure?”

“One hundred percent, kid.” a manly voice said on the other side of the city. “I would have remembered it”.

“She insisted she was a… friend of Memaw’s who used to visit when you were a kid. She is very beautiful and elegant. Dark, long hair… dark eyes, too. And her voice – her voice is like music. She is strikingly attractive, Dad. Come on, you must have some recollection of her.”

“Hey, take it easy. If what you’re saying is true, then I was maybe five. How much can you remember from your childhood, hm? Not much, I bet.”

“Yeah… I get it. It’s just… it’s really important.”

“Okay, tell you what: give me some time to think. I’ll try my hardest, but no promises, OK?”

“Mm-hm. Thanks, Dad. Talk to you soon, hopefully.”

“Yeah, take care, kid.”

After the call ended, Emily hopped on the web and typed in the search bar: how to get rid of succubus. Some links from social media popped up, which proved to be fruitless in offering any kind of valid info. Then, a specific link caught her attention.

It was a scientific article that analyzed the succubus phenomenon from a psychiatric standpoint, authored by three Indian psychiatrists. The text described a few cases of patients in early adulthood being afflicted by nightly apparitions of sensual, demonic women who forced themselves upon the young men to have sex with them.

Any hopes of finding proper information to deal with the case were dismantled when Emily reached the article’s conclusion. The psychiatrists had decided it was probably sleep paralysis.

“Sleep paralysis, my butt. I am fully awake now,” she said to herself.

As she kept rolling the window down, a few ads popped up. One of them read:

Madam Livia, for all your supernatural troubles.

Send a message now – relief for a peaceful soul.

When she realized it, Emily was already rummaging through the website of the alleged witch or healer, until she found an email address. Without hesitation, she started to write:

Madam Livia, I find myself in a rather delicate situation. I fear I may have gotten involved with something supernatural, an entity that is acting upon me. I would like to know if we could meet, even if it’s through video call so that you could help me and perhaps even remove this burden that torments me. Please. It’s urgent, and I can pay you good money if we can have our talk today.

So, she waited. A lot (actually, only five minutes). But it indeed felt like an eternity. It was then that her stomach grumbled, as she hadn’t eaten anything until that moment. She took her phone with her to the kitchen of the small house and went in search of something to eat in the cabinets.

Suddenly, the sound of a notification. Emily dropped a bag of bread carelessly on the counter and hurriedly ran to check. Indeed, it was the reply to her email to the witch.

Access this link at one o’clock in the afternoon. Don’t be late. I’ll give you only five minutes of tolerance. If I have to wait longer than that, I’ll leave the room, and it will be up to you to deal with what troubles you.

It goes without saying that Emily couldn’t do anything else that morning. She even tried to distract herself with videos and social media, but the specter of Abhilasha was still present, and she feared that if she allowed those ill thoughts to flow, she could once again lose control of herself.

After a few long hours, the anticipated time had finally arrived. Emily promptly accessed the link that came with the message and entered the online conference. The woman was already waiting for her, with a stern expression.

“Oh, dear girl… How can I help you? You really seem distressed.”

“Madam Livia… I fear that I have become involved with a particular demon.”

The old lady fiddled with her long gray hair and adjusted the scarf wrapped at the top of her head. Emily could swear she had seen a slight sign of discomfort in the Madam’s gaze.

“Well, my dear… These things about demons are just a myth! See, when I perform spiritual treatments here in my studio, I do remove curses, yes, the evil eye too, among many others. But it all comes from human nature- human malice. The true demons are ordinary people, like you and me.”

“But Madam… I… I have seen and been possessed by a demon. A succubus, actually.”

Madam Livia let out a hearty laugh with a mix of disdain and amusement. Then, she shook her head slowly, as if to show pity for poor Emily and her childish beliefs. Then, she declared:

“You must have dreamt of something like that. Demons don’t exist; you can rest assured.”

It was then that Abhilasha materialized as if by magic.

“You see? Demons don’t exist. Could you repeat that to her, my dear snake oil peddler?” the succubus said, sarcastically.

What appeared on the old witch’s cell phone screen made her heart race at an absurd speed. There was Abhilasha, her horns exposed, exuding a black aura around her concealing everything except the demon’s face. Then, Abhilasha turned her face towards the camera and smiled. No longer was there that beautiful face from seconds ago; now, the succubus’s skin seemed distorted and raw, with all her teeth exposed in a macabre grin. To Emily, she still looked the same- gorgeous, actually.

The result of the succubus’s little horror show was that the woman screamed in terror and disconnected. Emily tried to call out to her, but it was too late. Abhilasha looked back at her target and chuckled softly.

“I think she believes in demons now.”

And poof! There she went again.

Emily had almost laughed back at her. Abhilasha was becoming more and more interesting with each second she was present, either physically or telepathically. A small panic attack took hold of her, as Emily realized that perhaps she didn’t need to worry about not losing control – maybe she had already lost it.

“Take a deep breath, Emily. This is some insane shit, but it’s real, and you need to figure this out somehow.” Emily thought.

With few options left, she decided to return to the internet in search of answers. She ventured onto a questions and answers website and found a thread where someone was desperate to end their pact with a succubus. It was an extreme plea for help.

Several comments appeared right below the main post. Some said that demons didn’t exist, while others suggested getting to know and surrendering oneself to Jesus. However, one woman wrote a magical formula, a surefire way to end that torment: any individual afflicted by demonic hauntings should read Psalm 3 from the Holy Bible at least ten times, in deep meditation and connection with God. That should be the end of all things succubus.

“Yeah, not gonna work. Sorry.” Abhilasha said in Emily’s mind.

“SHUT UP, ALREADY! Look, why don’t you tell me what I have to do to get rid of you? Take whatever you want, if there’s anything you want, and let-me-be!”

“OK, OK! I see you’re already tired of me, but we’re just getting started. Anyway… if you’re so eager to get rid of me, there’s something you can do.”

“Just say it, and I’ll do it- Just don’t ask me to kill anyone.”

“Argh, what’s with that, girl? It’s about damn time you learned that I’m not that kind of demon? How many times do I have to repeat this? By Satan’s unyielding mercy, what a stupid woman!”

Emily lowered her head and fell silent. She had no more words to argue; she was tired of it all. However, just as she thought she was defeated and wouldn’t be able to react to Abhilasha’s provocation anymore, something came out of her throat.

“Forgive me, Abhilasha.”

The succubus reappeared next to Emily, sitting by her side on the sofa.

“I’m sorry? What was that again?”

“I said… I am sorry… miss Abhilasha.”

A smirk of mockery appeared on Abhilasha’s face, along with wide-open eyes and raised eyebrows.

“Wow. I’d say I can hardly believe you’re already at this level, but I’d be lying. It was expected. Doesn’t make it any less satisfying, though… Anyway! Before we proceed any further, allow me to make some concepts very clear.” she said, then held one finger up. “First, I am not someone who kills, nor do I ask for killings. End of story. So stop saying that.”

Emily raised her head timidly and nodded. Abhilasha showed the number two with her fingers.

“Secondly, my connection with you occurred because you spoke the spell that conjures me. The issue is that when I am summoned, the only way to get rid of me is by feeding me, and I feed on life energy. In that aspect, the Maleficarum was right. Yeah, yeah…Kramer scored.”

Another nod by Emily.

“Third, the life energy I consume is not through the fluids a man can produce when he ejaculates. The true feast lies through the absorption of the lustful sensations that arise within any human who reaches their climax. Man or woman. I happen to enjoy the presence and touch of women way more than those of men.”

“I see. But I w-”

“Shut your butthole and listen!”

“Yes, miss Abhilasha.”

“Good… And fourth, the mere fact that I am connected to you causes your loving side to emerge more quickly.” she touched Emily’s face caringly. “Notice that now you have already started treating me the way you should. This happens because of my aura, which is like a perfume, my very own eau de mischief. The reason for that is to make you crave sex with me, and when we get to it, you will feed me plenty because you’ll be climbing walls to try and relieve your passion.”

“May I ask something, miss?” said Emily, clearly beyond any salvation at this rate.

“Hell, I’m enjoying this so much. Go on, what do you want to know?”

“When you said earlier that you’ll make me dry- does that mean you are going to suck my soul at the end?”

“Nah. Did I suck your mamew’s soul? I didn’t, did I?”

The brief mention of Maria caused Emily to break the intoxicating stupor she was in, returning to Earth to understand what she had been sinking into. She didn’t want to have shown herself so submissive to the succubus, but it had been something natural, certainly stemming from the so-called “aura”. Still, she wanted to take advantage of the situation, as Abhilasha seemed too intoxicated by her own pride to suspect anything was askew.

“So, miss… what should I do now, to entertain you?”

“Oh, it’s easy. Let’s get back to that nutshell of a bedroom you have.”

Chapter FIVE

Emily’s room was indeed small, but it had everything necessary for a woman her age. Her books, clothes, a mirror, a small writing desk with a single chair, a single bed, and of course, the nightstand, where Emily had forgotten a certain object the previous night.

Abhilasha’s eyes went straight to it.

“Alright, now that we’re here, we can have a little fun. Take off your clothes and lie down on the floor. Belly up.”

Emily obeyed, feeling that she still needed to maintain that spark of lucidity that had emerged moments ago. It might help her see something in Abhilasha that could be useful to banish her from there forever. After she undressed, the young scientist lay down without any ceremony. Abhilasha went to retrieve the object that had caught her attention, and when she turned back to Emily, she sensed that something was not quite right, so her instincts flared up.

“Perhaps you need a little more motivation, as I can see you’re fading away from me…”

Slowly, button by button, Abhilasha removed her halter top and offered Emily a good sight from her rack. Yeah, that was just the right thing to make her go on board the lust train once again, because she immediately thought how voluptuous Abhilasha’s breasts were. Not huge, but definitely big, and her pale skin gave them a pure, delicate look. Her nipples and areola were black, something that caught Emily off-guard.

“There… That’s much better, isn’t it? Now, Emily, I have just found a good friend of yours.”

She waved the vibrator that had been resting atop the nightstand in the air. Emily closed her legs in automatic reflex because the sight of it paired with Abhilasha’s chest was too much to handle. Emily’s genital region felt hot and wet, also less soft than usual, due to blood filling the area up, waiting for sexual performances. It was unbearable, trying to prevent her legs from spreading to a point where her leg muscles began to hurt.

Abhilasha just watched it all, waiting. What made her really satisfied with the whole thing was that she had barely had to do stuff to Emily. She was doing it all out of her own breeding instincts- because of the demoness and her allure? Yes, but Abhilasha knew she could have resisted if she had the willpower for it, and as time passed, she was more and more certain that Emily was giving in because of some sort of sex starvation. Heck, the vibrator proved her point in a way.

And alas… Emily spread her legs slowly.

“P-Please… give it to me…” she moaned.

“My, aren’t you the sluttiest! Here, take it.”

Abhilasha’s hands moved in the same frenzied way as the night before. Pushed by telekinesis – the magical force to move objects without touching them – the vibrator was shot straight up and inside Emily’s lubed pussy, spreading her flesh with ease.

“T-Too fast…!” Emily complained.

“What was that? Not fast enough? Okay, then.”

The slender fingers Abhilasha had on her right hand started playing in the air. They moved as if she was trying to make a pen slide from one finger to another in a neat parlor trick. The trick, however, would happen inside Emily, as the vibrator turned on and started moving by itself, back and forth, simulating full-blown penetration. The thing is, since her moves were coming from telekinesis, there was no strength needed to push and pull it. All Abhilasha had to do was move her fingers gently, and she could control the speed of the little demon in her vagina.

That was the reason for the speed to skyrocket to a level that would have only been possible for a pumping machine. Emily was pretty sure she could feel the tip of the vibrator reaching her uterus, and Abhilasha had no intention of stopping.

“Fast enough?”

Emily’s mind was the most confused it had ever been. Her lucid side wanted her to scream a loud STOP, but her animalistic side was ready to beg the succubus to NOT STOP.

“No…go faster… stronger… f-fuck me…”

“Oooo, such a thirsty whore, Emily! Don’t worry, I’ll make you full as a tick!” she moved her left hand in the air as well and pretended to grab something with a tight grip. At the same moment, Emily detected the impossible: it felt like her vibrator had just gotten bigger.

“Oh, God…”

“Nope. He won’t hear you, love. So go on, enjoy it as much as you deserve. There is no sin in extracting the pleasure God himself gave you the ability to enjoy.”

Interested in watching it from closer, Abhilasha sat down on the floor, facing Emily’s spread legs and the pumping devil doing its work.

“What a sight… And I can already feel your energy… Yeah, go on… Give it to me…”

Abhilasha’s voice was getting softer. While trying to not be burst by the toy inside her, which had almost doubled in size, Emily understood that she was feeding Abhilasha. Perhaps… Perhaps that would be the right thing to do- starve her from any sexual satisfaction energy. Or then… maybe wait until she gets all satisfied to deliver a blow to the space right between her horns. Was it possible to kill a demon?

“Enough thinking, Emily… You think I can’t read those, hm? Silly girl.”

Fingers danced in the air once again, and the speed of the vibrator made it look like a silver blur. Emily began to moan louder- she had lost control again. In and out, making her cherry drool at the lips. A small spot of wetness was already forming right below her pussy.

“Greedy… to want this all…”, Abhilasha mocked.

Then she proceeded to shove it in harder thrusts, easing a bit on the speed. Emily’s juices were squishing all over, and the demoness bent down to lick some drops that had sprayed onto Emily’s thighs.

“Mmmmmm… by the Ninth Circle of Hell… you taste wonderful, science lady.”

That triggered Abhilasha’s own desires, so her left hand left the vibrator alone and took a trip down her own diabolic mound, inside the baggy pants she wore. Two fingers slid deep, like butter, into the succubus’ hole. And now, Emily could hear her moaning mixing up with Abhilasha’s. The warm, delicate voice from before was producing guttural groans of hardcore delight, as when Emily played with a demonic voice filter once. She also noticed she could think a bit clearer if the demon was intoxicated with pleasure. Abhilasha’s grip on her mind weakened as she bent her body back and rode her nasty hand.

Not in the demoness’ sight anymore, Emily observed she could close her legs again, so she pressed them against each other while the toy lost size, thrust, and speed, since Abhilasha wasn’t able to hold her cabalistic moves in position anymore. The groans intensified and sounded like those of a witch being burnt at a stake. Then Abhilasha reached her behind inside the pants with her right hand and took no time to prepare her asshole- two fingers went in forcefully, and she groaned. Now, it was she who was unable to stop.

Emily continued pressing and pushing, in an attempt to remove the piece from her before she could climax. She didn’t want to give all that energy on a silver plate to her tormentor. She was getting dangerously close to bursting, though.

What pushed her through the red line was the sudden realization that Abhilasha had discarded all the clothes she had been wearing, and was now fingering herself in front of Emily, fully naked. That sight was too much. The nerdy scientist came hard on the floor, legs convulsing and hyperventilating. After a few seconds, the vibrator dropped out of her pussy, making a popping sound as it did.

The wave of satisfaction that was projected from Emily toward Abhilasha was also too much for the demon to handle. Within the moans of a bat out of hell, she bent forward, her face almost touching Emily’s messy pussy. Her fingering was so severe, that Abhilasha had bruises on her vulva and probably also on her sphincter.

Then, a dark explosion burst out from her curvaceous body. The whole room became as dark as the night before, and all that Emily was able to see in the darkness was dim, smoky red light coming from Abhilasha’s eyes as she had a powerful orgasm. Her legs were shaking so much that her knees knocked the floor hard with each throb. The darkness faded as quickly as it had appeared, and Emily could finally see the demoness at her weakest. Covered in sparkling sweat, her deathly pale skin glistened. Abhilasha had no more strength left in her, so she let her body fall over Emily’s – namely, her face went right onto Emily’s love mound. There, she simply blacked out.

It took a few minutes for Emily to recover from the sight. She craved the carnal touch of the succubus, but it was somewhat easier to deal with it now that Abhilasha was asleep or unconscious. In that state, she looked just like any normal woman – a vulnerable woman, too.

“Damn, why do you have to be so gorgeous?”, Emily muttered while carefully moving away from her. Then, a wave of pity hit her, and she crawled back to where she was.

“That’s it, I’ve gone nuts. It’s official.” Emily thought, as she raised the knocked-out beauty from the floor, took her in her arms, and carried her to the bed. “What am I doing? I should try to stab her, to kill this bitch. But… I can’t… She’s… so beautiful…”

Emily closed her eyes to stop looking at Abhi, got her own clothes from the floor, and left the room. She headed to the sofa in the living room, sat down, hugged her knees, and bawled out. It was the first hours of the evening, and that day was simply unending, and worsening by the minute.

Little did she know that the spiral of madness she was getting into was just about to change. When she finally stopped crying, Emily grabbed her phone and saw that there was a missed call there.

It was from Dad.

She called him back at once. He didn’t answer, no matter how many times she tried.

Then, the doorbell rang.

Chapter SIX

“I came as fast as I could, kid. I remember it now! I recalled everything!”

Emily’s father had come in like a ray of hope, shining through the impending darkness that Abhilasha promised. They both sat down on the sofa, and he wasn’t going to waste any precious time.

“Your grandmother had this thing with a woman in the past… I recall seeing that very same book there when I was a teen. When I asked Mom about it, she slapped me in the face and told me to mind my own business. It was too bad because I had already read it.”

He scratched his beard, anxious.

“So, Emily, when you asked about a certain woman, that kicked a few gears into action in my memory. After a while, the image of a luscious young woman came back to me- it was a suppressed memory! And then, then I-”

“Calm down, Dad. I don’t want your heart going bonkers. Calm down…”

“You’re right. Mind if I smoke?”

Emily shook her head. Smoking in her place was the least of all problems in that situation. So he lit up a cigarette, inhaled some good old cocktail of assorted poisons, and continued.

“Then I remembered that her name was Abby. I guess your grandma shortened her real name, Abhilasha, as a nickname for the devil. Well, ‘Aunt’ Abby was a constant guest at our place back then. She would stay with your memaw for many hours, both locked in her room. I guess… I guess they were…”

“No, Dad. No need. Just skip the details.”

“You’re right. Well, one day, when I came back home from school, Abby was already there, and she was yelling at Mom. From what I understood, they were fighting over me.”

“What?! Why?”

“Abby wanted to use me, and Mom said that I was off-limits. When they noticed I was around, the fight stopped, but I could sense the animosity was so thick in the air, that I could probably cut it with a knife or something. Abhilasha went out that day, and she didn’t return for several days after that.”

Emily’s dad reached for an object in his pocket, then grabbed it and showed it to her. It was a small vial, with a dark liquid inside it. Its lid had been fused into the rest of it through heating.

“What’s this?” she asked.

“Well, on another day, Mom came from work and said she had a gift for me. Then she gave me this, and bound it to a small cord, for me to wear at all times. Under no circumstance was I to try to open it, nor should I let it be seen by Abby. She said it was my protective charm.”

Emily raised the small container to her eyes. It looked perfect as if the glass had just been blown into.

“You see,” her dad went on, “of course, I tried to smash it to bits because I wanted to know what the liquid smelled and tasted like. No matter what I did, though, the thing simply wouldn’t break. Here, check this out.”

The man got the vial back from Emily’s hand and let it drop to the floor. Not a single crack was made to its glass.

“See? I don’t know what this is made of, but I’d wager it’s been made with something special.”

“For sure…”

“Then, when I was thirteen, the witch came back and went straight for me. I guess I had finally reached puberty.”

“Dad, no details… please… I’ve had too much already.”

“Relax. What I meant is that she was probably trying to use me like she used Mom. Goddamnit, now that I am talking about it, more memories are coming back… I caught them together one day, Emmy.”

“No-details-please. Just tell me, what happened when she tried going for you?”

“Well, maybe it was because of this thing, but she couldn’t get near me. And she tried. Mom then called her to her room, where they came to some sort of agreement. Then, the bedroom door closed, and they were there for a long time. I remember I was dead hungry by then, as I had yet to eat anything after school, so that’s how I remember it was a long time.”

Emily wanted to draw the words from her father’s mouth because Abhilasha could wake up at any given moment and catch them both scheming against her.

“So, what happened next?”

“What happened is that Abby and Mom came out of the bedroom, at last. Abby was nude- that was the first time I saw a woman naked, by the way.”

“Skip it, for the love of God. Go straight to the point, please.”

“Don’t rush me! My memory is warming up. Anyway… I saw that she was naked and she looked ill, dragging her feet on the floor, weak as a leaf in the wind. That was when Mom approached me with a book and asked me to hold this thing tightly in my hand. Then she spoke in some absurd language. Abby started to shriek like a maniac- I could swear I saw her face melting down, but what really happened was that she became some thick black dust as if disintegrating. Mom kept saying the prayer- it was just a short string of words that ended with the devil’s name- until dust was all there was.”

“What the… so this… dispelled her?”

“I think so, yeah! The very last thing I remember now is that Mom caught all the dust with a dustpan, opened that journal in the middle, and spread the dust on its pages. Last I knew, all that mess had disappeared and the journal looked just as it used to be before. Oh! Except for a few words that were etched in blood. I can’t remember what they were.”

Emily had finally found all the pieces to that 24-hour puzzle. It made sense, in a cabalistic, supernatural way. Maria had bound Abhilasha’s soul or essence to the book when she performed the ritual with the vial. And she made sure the succubus was vulnerable and weakened before trying it. It was worth a try; after all, there wasn’t anything else that could be attempted before the fateful night came. Emily feared that she had been given a deadline of 24 hours for total consumption of her energy or whatever it was and that Abhilasha had been toying with her all that time, maybe because she was growing impatient. If she fed on Emily’s satisfaction, then standing by her side without consuming her couldn’t have been easy, just as much as it hadn’t been easy for Emily.

“My, would you look at that…The prodigal son, flesh and bones.”

Abhilasha’s voice sliced through Emily’s thoughts. Her Dad gasped audibly and promptly gave the vial to his daughter. There she was, watching them from the door to the bedroom, still in the nude. Her crotch was dripping thick, black liquid.

“I’ve had enough of this shit. Lights out, you bastards.” Abhilasha said.

The next thing they knew, they had been engulfed by a complete void.

Chapter SEVEN

Emily and her Dad had been stripped of all clothes. The vial was probably in Emily’s pants, but she had no way of knowing it. She couldn’t try to reach it, either, as there was not an inch of strength left in her body. She couldn’t muster up the will to stand up- she had been laid on her back. Her father was just in front of her, also tied and unable to move much.

Abhilasha was looking at them, sitting on something that couldn’t be seen. Everything around them was black, but at the same time, it was as if a light spot projected blacklight onto the three of them because they could see each other in purple-ish hues.

“Ah, it was about time you lazy morons woke up.” the demoness said.

When Emily turned her face to look at Abby, the attraction she projected hit the girl hard. Abhilasha then stood up and walked in their direction. Now, she had big bat-like wings protruding from her back, and a scaly tail to seal the proper demonic look, and she looked just perfect to Emily- and to her Dad, too.

“Well, well… old James here was no bigger than a minnow in a fishing pond just a while ago… and look at him go now! Look at your Dad, Emily. He can’t resist me.”

She looked at him, and sure enough, his cock was fully erect, such was the influence of the succubus.

“Or is it that he can’t resist… his own daughter?”

James shook his head vehemently. Because of Abby’s influence, he couldn’t even speak. Abhilasha grinned wide, and Emily could swear her teeth had taken a sharper shape now.

“I should make you dance with each other. Wouldn’t that be grand- Maria’s son and her granddaughter… til the cows come home?”

“NO!” yelled Emily, “Demon… Miss Abhilasha… you promised you’d take me yourself when night came. You made it clear that I was going to be the main dish of your sexual feast. So please, miss, grant me that wish, for I have been waiting…”

She couldn’t believe her own words, but they were maybe the last chance to turn things around.

“Oh. Have you two…” Abhilasha’s unsettling cheery voice wasn’t able to mask her frustration, but she cut herself short. “Well, then. I must say you are right in your words, yes… You are to be mine, and judging by your eagerness, it sounds like we’ve just reached our tipping point.”

She disappeared for a few seconds, leaving Emily and James dazed. Then, with a boost of air, she blinked back into the room, kneeling right in front of Emily’s legs, and between the scientist and her dad. She knew James would end up going insane for sex by watching his daughter get smashed by the otherworldly creature.

“Feed me, granddaughter of Maria, the whore… for your soul will taste even better than hers!”

After saying that, Abhilasha snapped the hair cords that held Emily’s hands and feet bound. Deciding to stay in full control, Abby lifted the young woman’s leg over her shoulder and positioned her black-stained groin to get in contact with the girl’s rosy vulva.

Then they touched, and Emily instantly felt as if she was losing consciousness, amid blazing hot strokes. The devil was a pro in moving her waist against Emily’s, providing her with the best scissoring ever had in that place. Abhilasha forced her pussy against her target’s bare flesh, roaring like a lioness. She would also laugh, out of the immense pleasure being drawn by finally fucking Emily properly. After all, just like the scientist had predicted, the succubus had had the hardest of times since she had decided to let Emily’s lust build up through the day. That had been a mistake: Abhilasha had been dominated by the lust she had tried to incite.

“D- Do you like it, miss…?” Emily asked, now swaying between lucidity and mad arousal again.

“Roarghh… yes… You’re so fresh and pure… So good…” Abhilasha said, now holding her lifted leg and lashing her slithery, forked tongue on her calf, and shin and then sucking on her feet as if savoring every cell of the delicious flesh. A true feast, it was, but only through consuming Emily’s boosting sexual energy. All the licking and sucking was done with her eyes closed, because she wanted to dive into the pleasure without any visual aid- just through touch, smell, and taste.

At that instant, James felt Abhilasha’s binding fading. He managed to get rid of the ties and watched in horror as his daughter seemed to enjoy copulating with the devil. He knew she had to be under some level of magical influence, but still… It looked so real. His cock was about to explode, just from witnessing the taboo sex happening in front of him, and Abhilasha’s thick ass moving and pushing against Emily. The demon’s asshole was being exposed with each thrust, and it looked pitch black in between her buttocks, right below her scaly tail.

“You’re to die for, Emily…” Abhilasha started, “And now we will t–UGH!”

Emily’s dad had plunged his cock deep inside Abhilasha’s tail hole. He left a beastly groan out, as her ass gave him the best sensation he had ever experienced.

“My God…! ‘Aunt’ Abby… you wanted this so much, didn’t you?”

Abhilasha was exasperated. Her eyes rolled back, and she started to drool and let that same thick black goo escape from her mouth. That, too, was being the best fuck she had ever had- and there had been too many to count and compare. James was so hard, it felt like Abhilasha was being impaled, transfixed with the sharpest, thickest spear. She then leaned her back onto his, still furiously moving against Emily’s crotch, and let his mouth suck on her neck. Abhilasha worked as the connection point between both of them, and the final destination of all satisfaction that was pouring from every bit of their fleshy existence.

“You… You… What are you doing to me, mortal insects?”, she babbled among guttural moaning.

“I’ve been waiting for this for so many years, ‘Aunt’ Abby…!” James said, slapping his chest against her winged back. They were fucking so tightly and close to each other, there was barely any space for her tail to rest on, so it was crushed between their two bodies. The pain of it was also helping drive Abhilasha insane. She reached back with her right arm to hold James’ head and then kissed him passionately, their tongues swirling in despair, her drool staining his mouth black.

Emily then made a decision. She went on with the scissoring, moving in sync with both Abby and James. They were a fucking amalgamation, and the sheer roughness of it was getting to be too much to bear. That was proved right when James hugged Abhilasha from behind, preventing any movement from her arms, and intensified his insertion to a point where her sweaty cheeks were being slapped loudly by his pubic area.

“Take this all, whore…!” James said in her ear and exploded in her rectum. His semen filled her up in a thick, strong blast as the man roared madly. He kept on fucking her, even though his forces were dwindling and she was now slippery from all the cum inoculated into her ass.

That was the trigger to initiate Abhilasha’s orgasm. Her body was devoid of any solidity- she felt her innards tensing up and releasing at once, to what she shrieked. Then, the squirting started, as she was being punished with uncontrollable pleasure each second. She squirted more of the black goo- those were her juices, hitting Emily’s pussy in the midst of it, and they had a life of their own, finding their way into Emily’s little hole of lust. That sudden feeling of invasion now was making Emily climax as well. Her leg dropped from Abhilasha’s shoulder and went down to the floor, where it spazzed along with the rest of the body. The sensation was beyond anything Emily could have ever imagined. Then, much to her surprise, she felt the vibrator sliding out of her vagina and dropping to the floor again. Abhilasha had probably teleported it there while they scissored.