Feature Writer: Many-Eyed Hydra

Feature Title: A Succubus for Halloween

Published: 22.10.2011 / Copyright© 2011 by Many-Eyed Hydra

Story Codes: Erotic Horror, Magic, Horror, Paranormal, Group Sex, Caution, Halloween

Synopsis: Mike Landis wasn’t going to go to the Halloween reunion party. As a lowly coroner, he had no desire to hear his former university acquaintances bray about the fancy lives their privileged backgrounds had gifted them. Then, during a routine autopsy, he came into possession of an unusual black stone tablet. The tablet came with a beautiful and sexy succubus, and she came with a very naughty plan. Perhaps the party might be fun after all…

 

A Succubus for Halloween

Mike Landis wasn’t going to go to the Halloween university reunion party, not originally. He had no desire to see his old university associates and he suspected the feeling was mutual. And there was always the thing hanging over him…

Then something happened.

Landis examined himself in the full length mirror. Perfect, he thought. The top was exactly the right shade of blue and the badge above his left breast was a good facsimile. He’d been concerned the pointed ear prosthetics would look silly, but they looked good now he’d put them on.

“Live long and prosper,” he turned and said to the girl sitting on the end of his bed. He held up a hand, palm outwards, fingers split two on each side in a ‘V’.

The girl on the bed clapped her hands and giggled.

She looked younger than Landis. Late teens to turning twenty would be a reasonable estimate. In contrast, Landis wasn’t far off the big four-o.

“It’s a shame we couldn’t get you a costume in the same theme,” Landis said. “You’d make a hot Romulan or green-skinned alien babe.”

The additions weren’t really needed. The girl would make a hot anything.

Currently she was a hot horny devil.

A pair of dainty red horns emerged from waves of silky, flame-red hair. Her full breasts, large in comparison to the rest of her slim build, were contained within a skimpy black bra. The bra was matched by an equally skimpy pair of black panties. That was all she wore apart from a pair of black boots with laces that twined up to her knees.

Her face didn’t really fit her suggestive costume. Cute and innocent, she resembled more the classic girl next door … if next door happened to be on the set of a Hollywood movie.

Mostly…

There was the hint of something else in her smile. A little bit of mischief. A little bit of dirty. The smile of a girl who wouldn’t have any qualms about wrapping those moist, pillow-soft lips around a man’s penis and sucking until the owner collapsed in a state of blissful exhaustion.

The rest of her costume was surprisingly detailed and realistic. A pair of black bat wings was folded behind her back. A long red tail terminating in a ‘devil’s’ point hung over the side of the bed. She’d even gone to the trouble of putting in contact lenses that made her eyes resemble empty black pools.

There was good reason her costume looked so realistic…

“Oh. But I like Halloween because it’s the one night of the year I can be me,” the girl said.

“I know, I know.”

It wasn’t a costume.

She was a succubus. His succubus to be precise and the reason why he’d decided to go to the party after all.

How he’d ended up with her, well that was a little more complicated…

xxxxx

“What do you have for me here?” Landis asked.

“Not sure. Heart attack, maybe,” John Volk said, wheeling the body into the autopsy room.

“Looks young for a heart attack victim,” Landis commented.

The body lying on the gurney looked to be a young man in his early twenties. Lean and muscular. Not your typical heart attack victim.

“That’ll be the reason for the ‘not sure’,” Volk said. “They want a full tox.”

Tox, toxicological. Healthy-looking young men did sometimes keel over with heart attacks for perfectly natural reasons, but it was an infrequent occurrence. Landis wouldn’t know for sure until he’d opened him up and taken a look inside. Corpses were very much like books in that regard; you couldn’t judge either by the cover.

“Did they find anything with the body?” Landis asked.

Volk’s eyes lit up and he smiled.

“You’re gonna love this,” he said. He reached under the gurney and pulled out a cardboard box. “They found a whole bunch of spooky shit with the corpse.”

“Spooky shit?” Landis said, raising an eyebrow.

“Satanic paraphernalia,” Volk said, putting the box on a low desk next to Landis.

Landis looked through it. The box was full of black candles, old scraps of parchment and other satanic accoutrements, all carefully wrapped in clear plastic evidence bags.

“Different,” Landis commented.

He pulled out a black stone tablet about the size of his fist. One side was engraved with a picture of a ferocious-looking female demon. She had grotesque exaggerated breasts and vagina. The other side was covered in worn and illegible writing. An ugly thing, Landis thought, putting it back in the box.

“You’re thinking the candles?” Landis said. “The wax could be steeped in some kind of drug or poison.”

Volk nodded. “Although some of the lads reckon he got over-excited at the thought of summoning up a hot demon babe and wanked himself to death.”

The detective inspector guffawed, slapped Landis on the shoulder and left him with the body.

xxxxx

The real explanation was far more prosaic. Mr Healthy-looking Twenty-something had an undiagnosed congenital heart defect. A little extra excitement and boom, no more Mr Healthy-looking Twenty-something.

The source of that extra excitement was also trivial to work out. There was clear evidence the young man had been engaged in vigorous sexual activity right before he’d died.

With who, now that was the interesting question.

It should have been ‘with what’, as Landis was to discover later that night as he was sewing the corpse back up.

“He’s dead, isn’t he?”

Landis jumped in surprise. There was a girl sitting on the next autopsy table. Where had she come from? You needed a key-card to get into the lab and Landis was the only one on duty tonight.

“I only wanted to give him pleasure,” the girl said. Tears ran down her cheeks. “I didn’t know his heart was weak.”

She was quite a pretty girl, if dressed a little provocatively in a black leather bra and panties.

“Who-”

Landis looked more closely. Were those horns on her head? And her eyes … what was up with her eyes?

He thought it was shadows at first, but then his eyes accustomed and he realized those inky black pools really were her eyes.

Something moved behind her, dark and leathery like the wing of a bat.

“What are you?” Landis asked.

He looked at the box-the black candles were still safely wrapped up in clear plastic bags-and then at the corpse. Could an airborne hallucinogen be involved here? Some kind of exotic drug evaporating from the corpse?

He didn’t feel like he was under the influence of any foreign substance. Everything felt as it should be … aside from the semi-naked girl with horns and empty black holes where her eyes should be who’d appeared out of nowhere.

… and a tail.

He saw it, red and long like a whip or snake, dangling over the side of the stainless steel table.

“I’m a succubus,” she answered. “He summoned me.” She looked at the cadaver, currently split open from crotch to sternum, on the next autopsy table. “He was to be my master,” she added, more tears running down her pale cheeks.

“Summoned you, to do what?” Landis asked.

“To give him pleasure, in any such way he desired,” the girl answered.

She stared directly at Landis and for a moment he felt the full force of her sexual attraction burning on him like the light from an interrogation lamp. Only for a moment, before she glanced coyly away.

Landis gulped.

“I didn’t mean for him to die,” the girl said, her petite frame rocked by a series of sobs. “Now I have no master and without a master I can’t stay here. I’ll have to go back … unless…”

She looked back at Landis and gave him a smile winsome enough to melt the craggiest of hearts.

“Will you be my master?” she asked.

She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. It fell away and the most perfect set of ripe round breasts Landis had ever seen bounced free. They were pale, almost milky-white, and topped with the points of inviting pink nipples. Landis’ fingers twitched involuntarily, his hands eager to cup her smooth flesh.

“I’ll give you whatever pleasures you desire.”

The succubus opened her legs wide. Her tail curled round, hooked the edge of her panties and stretched them aside until the hairless folds of her sex were visible.

Landis dabbed his lips with his tongue. His mouth felt dry. It had been a long time since he’d last had sex. An erection was already stirring in his pants.

“This is sudden,” he said.

“I’m sorry,” the succubus said. She brought her legs together and folded her arms over her breasts, covering her nipples. “I didn’t mean to be so forward.”

She stared down at the floor.

“I don’t want to go back,” she said, on the verge of tears again.

She looked so lost and vulnerable something tugged at Landis’ heart.

“What do I need to do,” Landis asked, “to stop you from being sent back?”

The succubus fixed him again with her deep black gaze. “Have sex with me,” she said. “Your seed fulfills the contract. It binds me to this world … and to you, to do anything you desire.”

Her black eyes smouldered and something wilder and far less noble pulled at Landis’ heart. Pulled hard. She was incredibly attractive. Right then he wanted nothing more than to drive his hard manhood up into the moist warmth between her legs while fondling those enticing breasts.

He remembered the cadaver lying on the table behind him and paused.

“Forgive my hesitancy,” Landis said, “but it didn’t work out so well for the last man.”

The succubus looked at the corpse. Water welled up in her black eyes. “I was too wild,” she said. “It was what he wanted, but his body couldn’t take it. I won’t be like that with you.”

She slipped off the table, shrugging off her panties with snakelike grace. She turned and bent over, stretching over the table like a cat. She pushed the smooth white flesh of her buttocks up into the air, revealing the clam-shell slit of her sex between her legs.

“I’ll be passive,” she whispered.

Landis’ heart thudded in his chest. She was perfect-lovely lithe legs, ass like a peach-absolutely perfect, and she was offering herself up to him on a platter. Still, he made no move towards her. Right above the perfect swell of her ass emerged a red tail and further up her back were a pair of sable-black wings. It was hard to disregard them, or the remains of the last man to have sex with her lying behind him on the stainless steel autopsy table.

“Would these help?” the succubus said, her voice as smooth as velvet.

She placed her hands behind her back and snapped on a pair of handcuffs.

“I’m harmless now,” the succubus said, “completely at your mercy.”

She was, Landis thought. What could she do to him? She was bent over the table, her arms cuffed behind her back. He stroked the bulge at the front of his trousers. His gaze was fixed on the perfect curves of her behind.

It had been a long time.

He undid his belt and his trousers fell to the floor. His pants followed and his erection bobbed free. Landis followed it like a divining rod to the treasures that lay hidden between her legs.

The girl bent over the table purred with pleasure as he ran a hand over the smooth flesh of her ass. Flawless. He gave her ass an experimental squeeze and she trembled. He grabbed her other buttock. Her warm skin seemed to hunger for his touch and he didn’t want to pull his hands away. He felt a tingle in his fingers, like a pleasing crackle of electricity that passed from her to him. He wondered if he would feel the same if he pressed his erection against her.

Yes, but stronger. A low level buzz of pleasure tingled across his glans and down his shaft as he rubbed his dick against the soft flesh of her backside. She wriggled her hips, eager to steer him into the groove between her legs.

She was wet with anticipation. The musk of her arousal rose up around Landis, so strong as to be almost overpowering. He couldn’t delay any longer. He inserted the head of his dick into the entrance of her vagina, gripped her hips and eased forwards.

Oh.

The head of his penis slipped between her folds. She was tight inside, but her vaginal walls were so slick that even though they pressed snugly all around him, he felt no resistance as he slid all the way inside her. She was warm inside, hot even, and that heat transferred to his member and passed down through his shaft and into his balls, where he felt an extremely pleasant tickling sensation.

That felt … nice.

Landis squeezed her buttocks and began to thrust back and forth, slowly at first and then picking up speed. His manhood slid in and out of her velvet depths, each stroke sending pulses of pleasure back down his shaft and into his balls. The succubus wriggled and rocked, her movements magnifying the wonderful sensations he felt.

Landis wanted to draw it out, savor each stroke, drag out the pleasure for as long as possible, but it had been far too long since he’d last buried his dick in the soft flesh of a woman. The pleasurable tickling sensation in his balls grew and grew until it could be denied no longer.

He grunted and drove his hips forwards, burying his phallus all the way inside her moist warmth. The soft flesh of her ass pressed back against him as he thrust against her, trying to go deeper. The wet muscular flesh of her vagina tightened around him, holding him in place. He felt suction against his manhood and the walls of her vagina bunched up around him, pulling him deeper into a heat that throbbed and pulsated around him.

What was she doing in there? It felt like skillful hands were sliding up and down his dick-squeezing, tugging. Such control.

Landis moaned as he released inside her, his semen erupting in a flood. She milked him. Her vagina sucked and rubbed against him, lengthening his ejaculation, encouraging more.

Landis’s heart thumped in his chest, louder and harder as his balls pumped great streams of cum into her sucking heart. Oh my. He’d never felt anything as intense as this. He temporarily lost his balance and swayed forward, about to topple on top of her and maybe lie there-his chest against her back, his arms around her, his hands cupping her breasts-in post-orgasmic bliss.

He saw the black wings emerging from her back and recoiled.

She was a sex demon. He was having sex with a sex demon. He was having a sex with a sex demon who’d induced a heart attack in the last man she’d had sex with.

As pleasant as the inside of her vagina felt, its muscular walls held his penis in an awfully tight grip, as if it wasn’t about to let him go anytime soon.

A cold tide of fear washed over Landis. This didn’t seem like a good idea, even with the handcuffs.

Then her vagina relaxed and released him with what felt a little like a tender kiss. She turned her head and stared back at him with her big black eyes, a contented smile on her supple lips. Her tail looped up and lazily tickled the end of Landis’ nose.

“Did you enjoy that?” she purred.

Landis’ fear drained away. A girl with a face as cute as this was not something to be scared of.

“Was it enough?” he asked. “Seed,” he added.

The succubus gave him a mischievous smile. “I don’t know,” she said. “Maybe we should make certain.”

She turned around and sat up on the autopsy table. She twisted her body and swung her legs round until she was lying on top of the stainless steel table as if it was a bed.

Landis needed no invitation. He kicked off his rumpled trousers and underwear and climbed up on the table on top of her. Cock in hand, he was about to push it back between her velvet gates when he paused. A rather unpleasant thought entered his mind.

There was a possibility the young man’s death had been caused by an exotic hallucinogenic drug. There was a possibility the drug was still present in the man’s corpse. There was a possibility some of the drug had evaporated and Landis had been breathing it in for most of the evening. There was a possibility he might now be under this drug’s influence and hallucinating all this.

And if he was hallucinating all this, there was a distinct possibility what he was about to do was…

… well too gross to contemplate actually.

The succubus sighed and flexed her hips, pushing them up to meet him. Dew drops of arousal glistened between her labia.

No, there wasn’t any way he could hallucinate a girl this sexy, or as much pleasure as he’d felt just now.

He slipped the fleshy head of his cock back into her delicious warmth. He didn’t so much push down as her silken pussy wrapped tightly around his manhood and sucked it all the way inside her. Once within her, his cock was subjected to a barrage of pleasures as her moist flesh throbbed, undulated and pulsed around it.

Landis had come explosively only a few minutes ago. Normally that would be it for the night. Not with the succubus. His erection had lost none of its stiffness and his balls were already stirring with a growing tingling sensation.

The succubus bent her legs beneath her and pushed back at him with lithe thrusts. The pale swells of her breasts bobbed upwards and outwards. Landis’ fingers twitched. He looked from her breasts to the succubus’s face. She nodded.

Landis placed his hands on her lovely round boobs. He squeezed them, gently, relishing both their softness and weight. He rubbed the stiff points of her nipples between his fingers. The succubus sighed in pleasure, closed her eyes and turned her head away.

Landis’ first orgasm had been intense. The second was even stronger. He felt it well up in his balls and the succubus anticipated it. The moist walls of her vagina wrapped tightly around him and pulsed. He groaned and spurted a thick stream of semen into her throbbing suction.

The wet walls of her sex convulsed around his cock, squishing and rubbing against his over-sensitized flesh. Waves of bliss flowed back down his shaft and permeated his whole being in a warm glow.

Wonderful … and bloody tiring.

Really spent this time, Landis collapsed onto the soft pillows of her boobs. Within her, her exquisitely dextrous vagina sucked the last drops of ejaculate from his erection, unwilling to let any go to waste.

Landis lay on her for a while, his breath coming out in wheezes as he struggled to bring his breathing back under control. In a few months he’d pass his fortieth birthday and right now he felt every single year.

“Are you okay?” his succubus laughed. She put her arms and legs around him and hugged him to her body.

“Yeah,” Landis wheezed. “Just need to get my breath back.”

Arms? But wasn’t she cuffed? Then he realized it wasn’t her arms but her wings, unfurled and folded around him like a cloak. The membranes rubbed against his back like latex.

Kinky.

“Done,” he said, smiling down at her cute-as-a-button face.

“Good. Can I take these cuffs off now?” his succubus whispered in his ear. “They’re really rather uncomfortable.”

xxxxx

“You’re a demon?” Landis asked.

It was the next morning. He was sitting at his kitchen table in his perfectly boring little house, while across from him sat something that should, by all rights, not exist at all. His succubus was still with him. This came as a little bit of a shock to Landis, as he’d just about convinced himself last night had been nothing more than a wildly improbable dream.

The question was more for the benefit of Landis’ slipping grasp on what he thought was reality. The answer was self-evident from the cute little horns emerging from her temples. And if that wasn’t enough, there was also the leathery black bat wings folded up behind her.

“Yes,” his succubus grinned, “a succubus.”

Landis poured himself a glass of orange juice.

“Are you evil?” he asked.

The answer to that question wasn’t self-evident. Yes, she had horns, wings, tail and those unsettling bottomless black eyes; but she also had a cute face and a sweet smile.

Really beautiful girls never seemed to smile much in Landis’ experience, at least not at him. Then he supposed-considering what his job was-the beautiful girls he did come across had nothing to smile about.

His succubus didn’t look evil. She looked more like the cute little succubi from Japanese anime rather than the rapacious soul-stealing demon of western myth.

Her brow scrunched up as she considered his question. Yes, it made her look cute.

“I’m a sex demon,” she answered. “I exist to fuck. That might make me evil according to some moral standpoints.”

Mostly those that spent every Sunday in a church, and every other day hectoring people who didn’t share their beliefs, Landis thought.

“Not me,” Landis said. Whatever faith Landis might have started with had long since lapsed. All superstitious nonsense as far as he was concerned.

“That’s good,” his succubus said, fixing him with her jet-black eyes, “because I really like sex. Lots and lots of sex.”

Landis’s cock sprang to attention beneath his dressing gown.

“And you’re mine?” he asked.

His succubus nodded. “You gave me your seed. Now I’m yours to do with in any way you desire,” she said, her voice a delicious purr.

Landis licked his lips. His mouth felt dry again.

That was the moment he decided he was going to go to the Halloween reunion party after all.

But first there were other things to take care of.

He untied the front of his dressing gown.

xxxxx

The party was at Abigail Steadman’s swanky Georgian townhouse on the very posh Parillaud Road. Landis wasn’t surprised. The whole purpose of reunion parties was to beat former classmates over the head with the trappings of current wealth and success. This couldn’t be accomplished from a shitty little council house in the heart of Coventry.

It was why Landis had been so reluctant to attend. By most standards he was doing very well for himself as a coroner, but that wouldn’t be enough for these people. And there was always that thing…

“Oh, hi Mike,” Abigail said as she answered the door. Eighties pop music blared out from behind her. “We didn’t think you were coming.”

“Changed my mind,” Landis replied with a smile.

Abigail was dressed in a sexy tiger costume. Like Landis, she was pushing forty. She’d been a real looker once and still had the figure of a fine woman now, but the lines of age had started to scrawl themselves across her face and her eyes sparkled with the hardness of experience rather than youthful exuberance.

Landis would still do her.

Not that he’d get very far. Oh, Abigail might taunt him with lusty glances and teasing smiles-just like she’d done when they’d both been back in university-but the real message was always clear in her eyes.

You’re not good enough for me.

She wasn’t giving Landis that look tonight, not after seeing he had a girl on his arm half her age and twice as attractive. Instead there was doubt, uncertainty and fear. It was the knowledge the days of being the center of attraction for all men were waning. Someday soon she was going to look into the eyes of the men she used to tease and see that same look come back at her.

You’re not good enough for me.

Hurts doesn’t it, Landis thought.

“Who’s your friend?” Abigail asked.

Landis paused. “Suki,” he said.

“That’s a fantastic costume, Suki,” Abigail said. “You really didn’t need to go to all that effort. I hope that wasn’t Mike’s fault.”

She put a hand against her mouth as a mock screen.

“He was always so competitive back at university.” She winked at Landis. “Took things way too seriously.”

Competitive? Landis thought.

“I like intense,” his succubus said, her voice low and filthy.

That’s right, you tell her, Landis thought. Too serious, indeed.

Abigail laughed and ushered them into the house.

“I’m so glad you could make it, Mike,” Abigail said. “It’s been what, years?”

She took them into the living room where most of the other guests were gathered. It wasn’t exactly like one of those movie scenes where the whole room stops dead to take in the new arrivals, but it was close enough to tickle Landis. The chatter died down; people stared in their direction. He knew what they were thinking. Is that Mike Landis and who is that gorgeous girl on his arm?

Not everyone came to the conclusion Landis was hoping for.

“So is this your lovely daughter?” John Stern asked him once they’d gotten the obligatory reacquainting and catching up out of the way.

The intervening years hadn’t altered John much. A few strands of grey had crept into his mop of curly blond hair, but he still had the same boyish good looks and ungainly charm he’d possessed as a student. He was dressed up as Superman.

Daughter! The cheek of it, Landis thought. Oh wait, he supposed his succubus did technically look young enough to be his daughter.

“Only when we’re playing the really naughty games,” his succubus said, cuddling up to Landis.

If the purr in her voice and the pout of her lips hadn’t made the nature of their relationship clear, the kiss that followed would have removed any lingering doubts.

That’s that cleared up, Landis thought, a little giddy from her kiss.

He looked at John. Yeah, she’s my lover. How about that then?

“Nicely done, you jammy bastard,” John whispered in his ear. He gave Landis an affectionate tap on the shoulder and moved off with a wink and a smile.

It was so weird. He’d been terrified by the prospect of this reunion. Landis had grown up in a village encrusted on the arsehole of nowhere. Moving onto university-with its swarms of confident upper-middle class students already chummy with each other through a shared education at a posh public school-had been a massive culture shock. The sense of being looked down upon had irked Landis considerably. What had sustained him was the knowledge he was smarter than them. They might have the advantages of inherited wealth and a privileged upbringing now, but in the future Landis was confident their positions would be reversed.

It hadn’t happened.

At first he’d thought it was the thing. It held him back. If he stepped out into the light of fame and importance there was always the fear the thing would be revealed and destroy him with crippling embarrassment. He blamed it for making him cautious, for making him keep his head down. How many opportunities had it caused him to turn down?

Then, with time, he realized it didn’t matter. He lived in Great Britain, the island where social mobility stood still. Making coroner was about the best he could hope for. An evening of having this point rammed home by a bunch of privileged brats braying about how well they’d done had not exactly been a tempting prospect.

Of course they’d done well. It’s easy when the cards are stacked in your favour right from the start.

Or maybe not.

Where to start?

What about Michael Salthouse, supposed future captain of the England cricket team? Given his current girth, the only service he could provide his country was if they needed a new roller for the pitch.

Or Anne Reynolds. She was going to set the literary world alight … if they ever took an interest in advertising copy for baby care products.

And Harry Leigh, his old flatmate Harry. At university he’d been the anarchist-all long hair, snarls and spittle. His band was going to be bigger and more notorious than the Sex Pistols. Now he was another faceless cog in the corporate world.

To think he’d been terrified of this. It seemed ludicrous now. They were all as much failures as he was. That’s what happened. People grew older and their dreams rotted, unfulfilled, on the branch.

“So what are you up to nowadays?” Harry asked.

Landis loved it when he was asked that question.

“Me? Oh I cut up dead bodies for a living.”

The reactions to that one never got old.

Did he even need to go through with the plan? They were hardly intimidating him with their ‘success’. He was already thoroughly enjoying the envious expressions he saw on the faces of the men as they stole glances at his lovely succubus, and the catty glares of hate from the women.

Oh, why not. It’d be fun.

The original plan was to lace the punch. That was the cliche after all.

It was a pretty bad cliche. There was no punch. This was a middle-class house party. Some drank wine, some drank beer. Some didn’t even drink at all.

How to get everyone?

Then he saw the cake.

Of course, the cake.

The large cake was baked in the shape of a toothy pumpkin head and sat on the centre of the kitchen table. It was homemade and it was obvious Abigail had spent a lot of time both baking it and applying the layers of orange icing afterwards.

No one would turn that down. It would be impolite given how much work Abigail had spent on it.

Landis motioned to the cake and checked the door to make sure no one was coming.

His succubus smiled and held up the end of her tail. Drops of pink liquid welled up behind the devil’s point. One dripped onto the floor and sent up a wisp of pink perfume. Landis caught the scent of something spicy and sinful.

“Don’t get too close,” his succubus warned. “It’s extremely potent.”

“What happens now?” Landis asked. “You drip it on the cake?”

His succubus gave him a mischievous smile. Her tail suddenly sprang to life and plunged down into the heart of the cake. The whole cake began to wobble and shudder, behaving more like a plate of jelly. There was something queerly arousing about the scene.

His succubus closed her eyes and gave a sigh that sounded suspiciously like orgiastic release. The cake swelled up and then deflated back down to its original shape.

“Did you just molest a cake?” Landis asked.

His succubus winked back at him and pulled her tail out of the cake.

“Won’t they notice?”

There was a bloody great hole in the cake. Of course they’d-

Oh.

The hole closed up. It was as if the cake hadn’t been penetrated at all. His succubus tapped her nose and led him out of the kitchen.

They didn’t need to wait long.

Landis watched, his eyes gleaming, as slices of the cake were brought round on paper plates. He watched the crumbs dribble from their fat lips as they scoffed it down.

They could bring up the thing to make fun of him all they liked now. The last laugh would belong to Landis.

He was surprised no one had brought it up already. Instead they talked about the usual boring middle-class things-house prices, holidays in the south of France, which universities their sons and daughters were thinking of applying to.

“It won’t take long to act,” his succubus whispered in his ear.

She dabbed her warm and moist tongue into Landis’s earhole, sending an erotic shiver down his spine.

Landis was fascinated as the scene started to play out in front of him. It started quietly at first as a few started to fiddle with their collars.

“Is it me, or is it getting hot in here?” John asked.

It was a mild October night to Landis.

“I’m roasting in this thing,” Tim Duvitski said. He’d come in a big hairy gorilla costume. “Anyone mind if I take it off.”

No one minded. In fact some of the ladies were more than happy to see him stripped down to nothing more than a pair of white Y-fronts. They ran their hands across his chest and looked up into his eyes like cheap hookers touting for business.

 

xxxxx

Hilarious. Absolutely hilarious.

Landis stood in the center of the room and laughed as the orgy unfolded before him.

It was like watching a scene from a bad porn film. Or rather it wasn’t; this was far too funny. A proper sex film would be all silicone enhanced curves and hard sculpted bodies, rather than this tragic collection of saggy bits wobbling together.

“I said we’d put them in their place,” his succubus whispered in his ear. She lightly nibbled the lobe.

“Indeed you did,” Landis said.

He produced a small portable camera and stepped around the heaving bodies, taking choice shots here and there with a manic grin on his face. His succubus hadn’t been exaggerating about the ‘whatever is at hand’ part. The sight of the former university boxing champion burying his sausage between the former university cricket captain’s sweaty buns was either the most revolting or most hilarious thing Landis had ever witnessed in his life.

He took pictures anyway.

Now where were the others? They must have slunk off to find somewhere private once his succubus’s drug started to take effect.

That wouldn’t do. Couldn’t have anyone claiming they weren’t here for the fun and games.

More importantly, where was John? Where was his old ‘friend’?

He wasn’t in the kitchen, but the sight of Harry pumping his cock back and forth into a bowl of green jelly was a reward in itself.

Not in the bathroom either, just Anne and extremely creative use of a showerhead.

He found him up in the master bedroom, having sex with Abigail on the big bed. Good taste, Landis thought. Pushing forty or no, Abigail still had a damn fine figure. John’s Superman cape billowed out behind him as he pounded Abigail’s pussy.

Perfect, Landis thought. He brought up the camera and pulled the trigger.

The flash faded, taking some of the fog from John’s eyes with it. He looked blearily at Landis.

“Mike? What’s going on?” he mumbled.

He looked down. His hips were still pistoning back and forth, like a machine on automatic.

“You put something in the food,” he said, the words coming out slurred. His rock-hard cock plunged back and forth into Abigail’s gushing vagina with rapid strokes. “Why?”

He couldn’t figure it out? Landis thought. They’d spent the last couple of months at university mercilessly teasing him about the thing. Surely John hadn’t forgotten.

“Payback of course,” Landis laughed. “Doesn’t this scene seem familiar to you?”

He took aim with the camera.

“Say cheese!”

 

xxxxx

“That?” John said. “You drugged us, because of a stupid joke years ago?”

“It’s insurance,” Landis said, snapping away like a demented paparazzi while John fucked Abigail on the bed. “You have pictures. Now I do too.”

“Pictures?” John said, his voice slurred as if he was struggling to stay awake. “There were never any pictures. Harry made us destroy the negatives.”

Landis lowered the camera.

No pictures?

John grunted. “Fuck. What did you give us?”

He continued to pound Abigail’s pussy on the bed. Her ass cheeks quivered with the force of his thrusts.

“I can’t stop.”

John’s eyes were fearful now.

“Why can’t I stop?”

Landis watched as John pounded Abigail faster and faster. Surely he couldn’t keep going at this pace all night, could he?

No, he couldn’t.

John’s upper body stiffened. His face contorted in a grimace. He clenched his right fist over his chest. It looked like he wanted to cry out in pain, only there was no air left in his lungs.

Oh god. Oh no. Landis knew exactly what he was seeing.

John’s hips kept thrusting back and forth even as the top half of his body shuddered to a halt, like a chicken’s headless body dashing around a farmyard after decapitation. Not for much longer. John was crumbling, falling down like weather-beaten old ruins. He fell sideways and backwards, toppling off the bed.

Landis was frozen for a moment, then his medical training kicked in.

Myocardial infarction. First step was to raise the legs above the chest to increase blood flow to the heart. That was easy enough-the patient’s ankles were still on the bed. Landis turned him over, flipped him on his back. The chest wasn’t moving. Landis put two fingers against the man’s carotid artery.

No pulse.

He placed his hand flat on the lower part of the sternum and pressed down in a pumping motion.

No response. No pulse.

He tipped the head back, pinched the nose shut and breathed air into the mouth.

No response. No pulse.

Landis repeated CPR and artificial respiration.

No response. No pulse.

He’d cut open enough bodies to know what was happening. The muscle cells in the heart had stopped contracting in a coordinated manner, bringing about ventricular fibrillation. The chambers of the heart were quivering ineffectually rather than pumping. Without blood circulation, hypoxia was setting in. All across the body cells were starting to die. The brain went first.

John Stern was dead.

“Abigail, where’s your phone?” Landis asked.

Abigail didn’t reply. She lay on the bed, her eyes open and as still as glass. Landis put two fingers to her neck.

There was no pulse.

He staggered from the room. Through the open door he saw Anne continue to masturbate herself with the shower-head. Her motions slowed, stopped. She slumped backwards and the shower-head fell from her nerveless fingers. Water pooled on the bathroom floor.

Fuck. What was happening?

He knew what was happening. His succubus’s secretion was too strong. It was tipping people over into cardiac arrest.

Everyone had eaten the cake.

They had to get help. He stumbled downstairs.

The living room was occupied by a mass of heaving, groaning flesh. The orgy was starting to wind down as the participants expired. His succubus sat on an armchair in the middle of it all. She seemed serenely unconcerned by what was happening around her.

“It’s too strong,” Landis said.

Was there something different about his succubus? He couldn’t put his finger on it. She looked the same. Same horns, wings and tail. Same bottomless black eyes. Same studded leather bra and panties.

Maybe it was something in the way she sat, made her look cold, aloof … cruel?

“We need to get-”

His succubus turned to look at him. The corners of her lips turned up in a cruel smile.

She knew.

She supped on a glass of what had to be wine, although it could just as easily have been blood. The image put Landis in mind of an aristocrat or vampire queen, watching in bored amusement while her servants were flogged to death before her.

“What’s the matter?” she asked, voice as sweet as poisoned honey.

She got out of the chair and walked towards him. Her hips swayed with liquid grace and fires burned in the depths of her eyes.

“This is what you wanted.”

Landis watched as Tim expired with a wheezed breath and slumped over the girl he was fucking. She continued to moan and thrust beneath him, oblivious or uncaring he was dead.

“No. Not this,” Landis said.

He tried to back away, but the succubus was faster. Her hand lashed out and grabbed a fistful of his blue jersey. She yanked him forwards, put her other hand behind his head and drew him close for a kiss. Her soft lips were hot and sent fires roaring through his body. Blood surged to his groin as he was enfolded in the succubus’s passion.

She released him and Landis staggered. Blisters were rising on his lips and his mouth tasted of ash.

“You can’t lie to me,” she said. “We’ve lain together. I’ve sucked on your soul and tasted its bitterness.”

She threw him backwards onto a pile of copulating bodies. Landis felt their naked flesh churn and heave beneath him. He had no time to react before the succubus was on top and straddling him.

“You wanted them broken and humiliated beneath you. I have done this for you,” the succubus said. She smiled down at him, hair like flames hanging down on either side of her face.

Why hadn’t he noticed those fangs before?

“Now we rut on the fallen bodies of our enemies.”

Her black nails were longer than he remembered, almost like claws. She tore his blue jersey open, exposing his chest and pinging his prop Star Trek badge across the room. She crouched over him and ran a moist tongue from the middle-aged paunch of his belly up to his pigeon-breast pectorals. Her tongue was hot, almost boiling.

She rose above him, her black eyes aflame with lust. Her wings were partially extended and framed her in black like the hood of a cobra. She reached down and ripped his trousers apart, exposing his flaccid cock.

Shocked by her sudden ferocity and what was happening around him, Landis was far from aroused. It didn’t matter. She cupped his balls in her hand and a claw-tipped finger curled round to tickle his anus. A hot shiver scythed through his groin and she brought him to full hardness with a speed that made him gasp.

The succubus pulled her panties out of the way and exposed the dripping folds of her sex. She mewled in pleasure. Like a cat.

Like a cat with fangs and claws…

Landis felt the motion beneath him as his fellow alumni continued to fuck each other with the last of their dwindling energy. He heard their final gasps as they expired.

“I didn’t want them to die,” he said.

The succubus straddled him. The heavy swells of her ripe breasts swung before him.

“I am your demon. I am your hands.” The succubus held out her hands to encompass the room. “This is the work of your hands.”

No, he hadn’t meant for it to be like this.

Had he?

The succubus thrust her hips down and impaled herself on the pole of Landis’s erection. The force of the impact thudded through his body and into the groaning bodies beneath them. He barely noticed, overwhelmed by sensation as his cock plunged up into an enveloping channel of hot, moist and pliable flesh. The walls of her vagina pressed snugly all around him.

A bit more than snug. Tight. Too tight, even.

And hot. More hot than was comfortable.

The succubus bounced in his lap and he felt her wet suction tug against his cock, eager to drink his seed.

Landis felt the bodies shift beneath him.

“There might be time,” he said. “We must get help. Maybe … we can…”

He looked around the room. It was too late. All he saw was still, lifeless bodies. There was no motion beneath him. Their naked flesh was already growing cold.

Everyone was dead.

He should have done-tried to do-something.

Something wasn’t right with the room. It was as if the lights were dimmer and the walls were superimposed with a vaster, darker place. The faint traces of screams and clanking chains reached him, like echoes from a far-off cavern. He smelt sulphur in the air.

What was this?

He looked back at the bodies and gasped in shock. Every single face was turned towards him. Their eyes were dead and lifeless, but Landis still saw the accusation in their stares.

The succubus caressed his cheek with her left hand, her black fingernail sharp enough to score a thin red line down the side of Landis’ face. He looked up into her coldly perfect face.

“Pay no concern to those pitiful wraiths,” the succubus said. “They’re safe from me now. Their souls are not mine to claim.”

She gave Landis a smile that chilled his blood to ice.

“Yours however…”

She gripped him tightly with her thighs and pressed down with her hips. Landis’s eyes bulged as her vagina clenched around him and teeth sprang out of the walls to sink into his manhood.

No, not into his flesh, into… something … else.

He clenched his teeth and grimaced as the succubus wriggled in his lap, gaining tighter purchase on the slippery something residing within his body.

“Mmm, got you,” the succubus crooned.

Her cunt clenched harder and the fangs sank deeper. Landis felt a little strange inside.

“What are you doing?” He hissed through gritted teeth. “I’m your master. You came to me to be your master.”

“Poor Mike,” the succubus said, running a hand across his brow. “I came to you to find fresh prey.”

She started to fuck him with faster and stronger strokes. Twin snakes of agony and arousal wound through Landis’ body. He felt dislocated inside, as if something elastic was coming loose from its moorings. The succubus sighed in pleasure as she bounced on him, each thrust tugging and teasing that something loose.

“Ng-noooo,” Landis wailed, feeling like he was coming apart inside.

“Yesssss,” the succubus hissed.

She sat up and extended her midnight-black wings. Fires of triumph burned in her eyes. She cupped her tits in her hands and wrapped her legs around Landis’ body. She closed her eyes and cried out in unholy passion.

Landis also cried out, a strange mixture of release and agony as something snapped within him. He came and his soul spurted out with it. The succubus sighed as she sucked it up into the burning furnace at her center and let the flames consume it.

Satiated, she climbed off Landis’ lifeless shell. They found him like that-top of the heap on a pile of cold dead bodies.

THE END