Feature Writer: BluDraygn
Feature Title: THE WITCH’S OFFERING 4
Published: 17.08.2020
Story Codes: Demonic
Synopsis: Ren has a new job. The Succubus has a plan
Author’s Notes: Welcome back! I update my Bio with the latest Chapters and projects I’m working on each time I put up a new post. As always votes and feedback are greatly appreciated! Enjoy! Blu — Edited/Proofread by: oldfart and 2muchdiggity
The Witch’s Offering 4
Ren reached up and clicked the button on his earbuds.
“Hello, Ren speaking,” he said.
“Hi sweetheart, it’s just me.”
“Hey, Mom, what’s up?”
“Your friend Brittany called a little while ago and said that you didn’t make it home last night.”
“Ah, I see. She sent me something earlier but I got caught up in some work I’m doing for a new client and never answered her. I’ll shoot her a text in a few minutes.”
“Those people have you working on a Sunday?” his mother asked. The disdain in her voice came across clearly.
“No, Mom. This is a private client, not one of the shop’s. We met last night after I left Brit and Jaycee and since it was late, and she lives on the other side of the city, she put me up for the night so I could get to work first thing in the morning.”
“She? Is there a possibility this could be a new girlfriend?”
“Unfortunately, no. Just an employer.” He felt like he was lying to her, but it was true he was there to do a job. It only seemed complicated when he thought about waking up to the witch bobbing happily on his cock this morning.
“Unfortunately?”
“If you saw her, you’d understand, Mom.”
Lethe had been standing nearby looking through a file that Max handed to her once they arrived at the mansion’s server room. Ren had been caught slightly off guard by Max, he had been expecting a human and was surprised when Lethe introduced him to the rabbit morph. While the witch and Katherine had made it clear that her home was clothing-optional, he was relieved that the rabbit buck was clothed in a light blue shirt with khaki pants. At one time the his fur was probably brown but most of the hairs on his face had turned silver with age. The top of Max’s head only came to his chin but the long ears on the top of his head made him taller than the human. Like Ren, the rabbit appeared perfectly at home surrounded by the blinking lights and whirring fan blades of the computers that monitored the house and its underground facilities.
The witch set down the file next to him on the workstation Max was using to test his skills. “You are speaking with your mother, correct?” Ren nodded. “May I have a word with her?”
Ren gave her a suspicious look, “Mom, Miss Lethe wants to speak with you, is that alright?”
“I don’t see why not, what does she want to talk to me for?”
“I honestly don’t know. Give me a second.” Ren fished the charging case for his cheap wireless earbuds out of his pocket and popped the one for the other ear out of its slot. After waiting for the light to change from orange to blue, he handed it to Lethe.
“Hello there Mrs. Morley,” she said, introducing herself in her posh British accent. Ren’s head whipped around to look at her; he had yet to mention his last name. As Lethe made small talk with his mother, Max tapped him on the shoulder. Turning toward the buck, Ren saw him holding up the folder and pointing at the label, “Morley, Renford James.”
The rabbit indicated Ren should cover the ear with the bud in it, then waited until the human had done as asked before speaking. “Everyone who comes in gets a comprehensive background check. Though normally that happens before they’re brought onto the premises,” said the rabbit with an annoyed glance at the witch who at least had the decency to look sheepish. “This is just the electronic check. The magical version is more thorough and will arrive in a few days. After that, if everything comes back clear we will start giving you passwords and let you into the deeper systems.”
Ren nodded as his attention was drawn back to the conversation between his mother and Lethe.
“Ren is already working a job to help with the bills we can’t cover. I don’t think he can afford room and board on the other side of town while he is working for you.”
“That won’t be an issue, Mrs. Morley. During his probation period, his expenses will be taken care of and he will receive a daily stipend for personal use. I am recommending he maintain a good relationship with his current employer until we have received his in-depth background checks and fully accepted the job.”
“You aren’t going to ask him to drop out of college to come work for you, are you?”
“Not at all. Continuing his education and staying up to date with the latest advances in technology and programming will be a requirement of his continued employment. Because of that, if he accepts the job, I will be taking care of any tuition or expenses.”
“Ren!” his mother whispered into the phone. “This all sounds too good to be true! Are you sure she isn’t pulling your leg?”
“Mom… she can still hear you.”
“Oh! I’m so sorry Mrs. Lethe.”
“It’s ‘Miss Lethe’ and please, don’t worry about it. One of the things I appreciate about your son is his caution. I was worried for a few moments last night that he might not join my organization, but I think my chauffeur, Katherine, may have taken a liking to him and helped convince him to work for me.”
Ren’s expression turned into a dopey grin at the memory waking up in the glass-walled apartment next to the summoning chamber. Lethe rousing him with a blowjob was an amazing experience but things only got better when the cat-girl flopped onto her back in front of him with her ankles crossed and legs held tightly together as they pointed toward the ceiling. The soft fur on the inside of her thighs was soaked with lube as he slid his cock between them and across the top of her pussy. As if that wasn’t hot enough, Lethe moved to the head of the bed and slowly dripped his cum into Katherine’s mouth before kissing her soundly. When he finally shot a second load all over the cat girl’s stomach, he may have still technically been a virgin, but he sure as hell didn’t feel like it.
“And is this chauffeur of yours wife material?”
“Moooom, really?” asked Ren with an exasperated sigh.
The witch laughed, “I think it’s up to Ren to make that determination, not me. However, I have several single women currently working for me. As long as his relationships don’t affect his or her jobs then I have no qualms about who he chooses to dally with.”
“Sometimes I think Mom is more worried about getting a grandkid than whether or not I finish school,” Ren chuckled.
“Maggie! Are you ready to go?!” his dad’s voice came over the phone.
“Yes, Honey! Just talking with Ren, I’ll be down in a sec!” his mother yelled back, making Ren and Lethe both wince.
“Okay, I’ll be out in the car!” said his father followed by the thump of a closing door.
“Miss Lethe, I only ask that you try to keep Ren’s schedule free on Sundays so he can come to church with us.”
“I will try Mrs. Morley, but my organization runs seven days a week so I can’t promise anything.”
“I suppose that will have to do. Goodbye Ren. Love you, see you next week.”
“Love you too, Mom,” he replied before pressing the button to hang up.
Lethe removed the bud from her ear and held it up as a faint glow surrounded it, “There you go, all sanitized,” she said before handing it back to him. He dropped it back into the charging case and looked up to see her smirking at him with her head tilted to one side, “I didn’t have you pegged as an altar boy.”
Ren sighed, “I’m not, but Mom and Dad have done so much so I could go to college it seems like a small sacrifice to show up at church once a week just to keep them happy. Besides, it gives Mom a chance to parade me around and introduce me to the eligible bachelorettes there. I don’t have the heart to tell her that I’ve struck out with nearly all of them.”
The witch giggled, “Your life is about to go through some major changes, and you may want to rethink going to church after you meet a couple of angels. Not to burst your bubble but they’re just as horny as the demons, they just hide it better.”
“I feel like I should be more surprised by that statement.”
“That’s why I think you will fit in nicely here,” the tone of her voice left little doubt of her words’ double meaning.
“He won’t be fitting into much of anything if he can’t show me he can do everything he says he can,” said Max as he held out Ren’s folder for the witch. “Go look this over and leave us be for a while. I’m not sure what about this human has you all riled up but I’m about to go find Janice for a quickie because your scent is so strong. Out.”
Lethe snatched the papers from his hand and walked out in a huff, but not before she flipped up the short skirt she was wearing, showing off her bare ass.
“Bitch,” Max mumbled as he adjusted the front of his khakis.
“Who is Janice?”
“My wife and Mistress Lethe’s housekeeper. Her fur is white so her age doesn’t show quite as much,” he tapped his silver muzzle, “But it hasn’t stopped her pussy from working. If you end up working for the mistress, don’t be surprised if she approaches you. It’s probably a good thing she’s past menopause or your dick may not see the light of day.”
Ren stared at the buck. “I have so many questions.”
“Hmm, probably should have done that with a little more discretion. Cliff notes version is: No one man can keep up with a rabbit doe. If my wife and I have a kid, only one in a hundred will be a male. If you knock her up that drops to one in twenty chance for a son. As I said, she’s past menopause so the point is moot.”
“I’m not sure why, but I thought only humans went through menopause.”
“Think of us morphs as humans with occasional animal parts, it’ll make your life easier.”
“You really wouldn’t mind if I slept with your wife?”
“Son…” he put his hand on Ren’s shoulder, “If she only jumped my bones twice instead of the normal three, I would be extremely grateful. Enough about sticking your cock in my wife, get back to work and show me what you can do on this ancient POS computer.”
“What the hell is wrong with you today Anna?” said Max, waving a hand in front of his nose.
Ren looked with confusion between Lethe and Max. “Anna?”
“Anna Lethe,” explained the witch. “I get to blame this on Ren. Xaal put a Succubus’s Blessing on him last night, it’s honestly hard to be in the same room with him.”
“You said you are an eromancer, don’t you have something to lessen the effects?” asked Ren.
“Sadly, no. Nearly all of my magic is geared towards getting people in the mood and making sex mind-blowingly good. None of the spells I have to calm arousal are strong enough to dent Xaal’s Blessing.”
“How is this going to work when I go to class tomorrow?”
“Enjoy the blowjobs and eat as much pussy as you can. Unless they had planned on sleeping with you already, most of the women who approach you won’t remember much about the experience except that they now enjoy your company. That assumes that they truly do enjoy it. If they have an awful time, don’t expect them to want to talk to you afterward.”
Ren frowned, “That seems fundamentally wrong.”
“That’s demon magic for you. If it alleviates your worries, then remember that any of the women who approach you are unattached and have sexually thought about you at least once. Along with the other enchantments I cast last night, I made sure pregnancy and STD’s are a non-issue.”
“I thought I couldn’t have sex with them anyway.”
“I’m sure in grade school you were warned that any time cum contacts a pussy there is a chance of pregnancy. You may not be able to penetrate them, but you can still glaze her cunt if she’s willing to let you, or even hold her pussy open so you can shoot it inside her.”
Ren was skeptical, “What are the actual chances of that happening?”
“Better than you think. Xaal’s Blessing reduces their inhibitions, which means you may see a side to them that lives only in their fantasies. Be prepared for anything because Xaal wants you to get as much experience as possible in the next couple of days and her spell will pick the women that will give you the widest range of experiences. It may be a good thing you can’t have sex with them, taking the pussy and ass out of the equation should keep things manageable for you.”
“What about if that’s what they really want to do? Under the Blessing’s influence, will they take no for an answer? Will they be okay with just oral if I tell them I can’t actually fuck them?”
“Hmm… I may need to cast a few more spells on you. We’ll worry about that later. Max? What do you think of him?”
“He knows his shit, plus some stuff I haven’t been able to study up on yet, and he said he’d fuck Janice. He’s good by me.”
“Wait a second! No, I didn’t!”
“You didn’t? Damn, must have been my wishful thinking. If you change your mind, don’t hesitate… please.” He turned to Lethe, “Speaking of my wife, could you point me in her direction? Your scent has me hard as steel and it’s about time for our noon quickie anyway.”
The witch closed her eyes, “Second floor, far left guest room,” she said before opening them again.
“Thank you, Mistress,” said Max. Nodding to the human and witch, he made his way toward the stairs.
Ren watched him go for a moment before turning back to Lethe. He wondered where she went for a fraction of a second before looking down when he felt a tug at the waistband of his pants.
“Fucking succubus,” muttered the witch before jerking his pants and underwear down. She explained that morning that he would be partially immune to her scent after sleeping next to her so he didn’t even have a semi when she caught the head between her lips and sucked him all the way into her mouth. When he got close to being fully hard, she began bobbing on his cock, though it was probably closer to say she was throwing her head back and forth, fucking him with her mouth.
It was the polar opposite from this morning when he woke up to her lips gently teasing the head of his dick as he woke up. When he was awake enough to prop his head up and watch, her eyes never left his as his cock repeatedly disappeared into her mouth. Her hands ran over his body when she wasn’t gripping the base of his shaft or fondling his balls.
What she was doing now felt more like the first time with Xaal. More of a cum extraction than a blowjob. When he was on the verge of filling Lethe’s mouth, she stopped moving. One hand had snuck down between her legs and her fingers were flying across her clit as the other went to his ass to pull him deeper into her mouth. She huffed through her nose for a few seconds as she moaned through her orgasm. About a minute passed before she looked up at him. Without breaking eye contact, she pulled back slowly.
“The Succubus’s Blessing won’t abate until you cum inside me. Don’t hold back.”
“Believe me, I wasn’t,” he said, reaching out and guiding her to his cock. He had a moment of panic where he worried that maybe she hadn’t wanted to go back to sucking him off but it disappeared as she began plunging forward, taking the tip of his prick into her throat each time.
It was only a few seconds before he pressed her head to his crotch and jizz came rocketing from the end of his dick. Despite his hand holding her in place, she managed to turn her head enough that he filled her mouth instead of it going straight down her throat.
After carefully cleaning him with her tongue, she pulled his underwear and pants back into place then stood up and gave him a peck on the cheek.
“I’m ashamed to admit that I am susceptible to Xaal’s spell as well but hopefully that will tide me over for a while. I do apologize that it wasn’t as much fun as this morning but it’s important I keep my faculties about me, so I needed you to cum quickly.”
“I just came in your mouth and you are apologizing because it was too quick? You do realize that until last night I had never felt anything besides my own hand wrapped around me, right? Well… there was that pocket pussy I bought just for something new. If you feel the urge to give me another ‘bad’ blowjob then go right ahead, the last thing I want is for you to feel ashamed and stop because it was ‘low-quality head’ or something. Now that I’ve had a few, I can understand why Jaycee and Tyler say there’s no such thing as a bad blowjob.”
Lethe smiled, “I do appreciate what you are trying to do but I have my own standards when it comes to sucking cock and that wasn’t up to snuff.”
“Umm, okay… I really don’t know how to respond to that.”
“It’s alright dearie, you don’t need to. Once you and Xaal have had your fun there shouldn’t be the need for such haste. Enough about that, Max seems to approve of you, although I think he’s a little disappointed you won’t help him with Janice. I’d like you to get me two lists for the hardware upgrades for our system, one with a budget in mind and one that is a “Wish List” as if money were not an issue. I’d like you to get them to me by Tuesday.”
“I think I can do that. The first parts won’t be an issue but for the wish list, I’ll have to talk to some of the guys back at Uni. I know my tech but these guys live, eat, and breathe it. They’ll know what’s out there for bleeding-edge hardware better than I. May I ask why you want two different lists?”
“I have a number of computer systems that need upgrading. I’ll have Max look at your lists and decide whether to go with ‘high-end but not outrageous’ or make my bank account scream in pain.”
“I can see that. Umm… Max was serious about sleeping with his wife?”
“Yes and no, Janice only sleeps with Max, but she may search you out for a quickie every so often if you are willing.”
“I’m a little confused.”
“It means that I won’t share a bed with anyone but my husband.” Ren and Lethe turned to see a snow-white lop-eared rabbit morph coming down the stairs. Unlike Max, she was naked and appeared to have different legs. Max’s legs were like a normal human’s but with paws for feet. Janice had shorter legs but very long feet and walked exclusively on her toes.
“Stop right there, Janice,” said the witch. “He’s under a succubus’s blessing for the next couple of days.”
The rabbit’s eyes widened for a moment, before giving Ren an apologetic smile. “Introductions will have to wait then,” she said before spinning and running up the stairs.
“Take the next few days off!” Lethe yelled up at her.
“Will do!” came the faint response as if the woman were running away.
“Am I that much of a danger?”
“To a rabbit who is already oversexed, Xaal’s spell can lead to situations that are not only embarrassing but painful for both parties. Best to stay away from any of the women around here who take after smaller rodents for the next few days.”
The front door opened, and Ren turned to see a large man walk in. It took him a moment to realize it was the bouncer from last night, Jones. In the club’s dim lighting, he hadn’t noticed the man’s light brown skin tone.
“‘Sup Miss L.” He dipped his head toward Ren, “Good to see you’re still around. I must not have scared you as badly as it looked last night.” Ren took an involuntary step backwards as the man walked across the living room. Jones stopped, “Dude… Seriously?” said the bouncer, noticing the movement.
“You turned into a seven-foot-tall werewolf last night. Forgive me for being a little cautious.”
“Oh, is that all? For a second there I thought it was because I’m black.”
“Honestly, I couldn’t care less about that. Throat-ripping fangs on the other hand…”
Jones sat down on one of the couches in the living room. “First off, I didn’t ‘turn’ into a werewolf, I ‘am’ a werewolf. We prefer to be called shifters instead of weres but either one works. Second, you’d need to really piss me off or threaten Miss L. for a throat-ripping. Third,” he held up a pair of brand-new leather dress shoes and looked at the witch. “Had to get some new kicks after last night. Could you hook me up so these don’t rip when I shift?”
Lethe walked over and took the shoes from him. “Sure, give me a few minutes,” she said, sitting on one of the loveseats. “Did you have fun last night?”
Jones smiled, “Sure as hell did. There was one chick who complained that I didn’t have a red rocket. Not sure what some of these women’s obsessions are with doggy dick.” He smiled up at Ren, “I can go full wolf and I still don’t want to go balls deep in some German Shephard bitch. I just don’t get these chicks.”
“To each their own, Jones. It’s not our place to judge people’s fantasies,” said the witch as her fingers formed intricate patterns over Jones’ footwear. With a few arcane words, the runes she had been tracing became visible, glowing faintly before drifting down and wrapping around the shoes sitting in Lethe’s lap. “There you go,” she said, standing up and handing them back to the werewolf.
“Much appreciated Miss L.,” said Jones, setting the shoes down next to him on the couch. “Jay borrowed the last pair you magicked up like this and the fucker has yet to give them back.” Seeing Ren’s questioning look he explained, “Jay is my roomie but has a thing for being the ‘Bellator in a Business Suit.'” His eyes narrowed, “Did someone explain what Bellator is?”
Ren nodded, “Your form when we were leaving the club. Katherine explained a little bit last night. But what about Katherine and Max? Can they shapeshift too?”
Lethe shook her head, “Katherine is a Cat-girl, a subclass of monster girls who are mostly human but have limited shifting abilities like with her paws last night. You may have noticed that her face was human-shaped, despite its odd coloration. Monster girls only give birth to females of their type. Max and Janice are morphs and as you saw, their faces and heads are more animal-like with only a few human traits. It’s most noticeable in their eyes since rabbit morphs don’t need them on the side of their heads, and also their mouth, so they can speak like a human. Morphs can have male children, but the chances are very low. They get significantly better if they conceive with a human male. From your face, it looks like you already knew that.”
“Max told me earlier when he brought up his wife.”
Jones chuckled, “Trying to recruit some help from the new guy already. Don’t get attached if you give her a shot. She isn’t interested in a relationship; she just needs her pussy stuffed more than what ol’ Max can keep up with. Start acting all lovey-dovey and she won’t ever touch you again.”
“I’m still wrapping my head around another guy being okay with letting me fuck his wife but I’ll keep that in mind. I’m guessing shifters are different from the other two?”
The witch nodded, “Shifters have three main forms but can stop anywhere in their transformation. Those are human, which you can see right here,” she said, indicating Jones. “You saw the Bellator form last night and he has a third in which he can transform fully into a wolf, which you may have gathered from Jones’s comments earlier. Shifter birthrates are also weighted towards females but not as badly as the other two.”
“How did all of these types come about?”
“Monster girls were created by an unknown magic that poured through a dimensional rift many thousands of years ago. Nobody knows how or why it happened. Thankfully, the magic-users of the time were able to detect the creation of the new monster girls and rescue a few, most of them died or were killed by humans almost instantly. Shifters came from a successful experiment to remove the curse of lycanthropy. Instead of removing it completely, it only removed the bloodlust and turned them into what we have today.
“Morphs are a little different, they have origins in science and magic. Back in the early nineteen fifties, a small group of scientists were pioneering research into cloning which caught the attention of a young Italian mage named Alphonse who, using a little magic since he had zero qualifications, joined the research team. He paid close attention to what the researchers were doing and used the information to perform his own experiments with some magical help. By the early sixties, he had perfected human cloning but when news got out there was a huge uproar. Creating things like homunculi is expressly forbidden in the magic world and that is what they saw this clone as. The clone was destroyed and the mage imprisoned where he died a few months later. Fast-forward to the mid-nineteen eighties and, seemingly out of nowhere, morphs pop up all across the globe led by Alphonse. As you may have guessed, the man who died in prison was a clone. The real mage spent two decades working out the kinks in creating the morphs and making them numerous enough that the magic community would just have to deal with them instead of trying to kill them all. This is also is the reason for the large discrepancy in birthrates.
“Many of us feel that it was a stroke of genius for him to mix animal genes into his creations. I personally feel they wouldn’t have been so easily accepted had they been human. Sadly, Alphonse was killed shortly afterward by someone who felt his creations were a threat to humanity, but a few other magic users picked up the torch and have been doing what they can to help the morphs.”
“Why do they need help?”
“Mostly with lifespan,” answered Jones, “You’re what twenty? Twenty-one? The first generations weren’t much older than you are before dying of old age. But things seem to get better with each generation, especially if the father is a human. We’re hoping Max makes it to fifty, but he was one of the kids who appeared in eighty-five so it’s hard to say.”
“I’m afraid to ask how old he is.”
“He’ll be forty-four later this year.”
Ren cringed, “Ouch. He said Janice has already reached menopause, but I’m guessing that she is around the same age?”
“As human tech gets better so does what we have in the magical world,” said Lethe. “Max and Janice may not be here as long as we would like but thanks to the magical realm’s studies, his and Janice’s children are expected to live well into their sixties and their grandchildren should have comparable lifespans to humans.”
“Impressive jump for two generations. I have a friend who is studying recombinant DNA and it’s uses in cloning. I wonder what he would think of all this.”
“Recomba-what?” asked Jones tilting his head in confusion.
“Nevermind. It’s geek speak.”
“Unfortunately, if you do anything of the sort your employment with me will end in a rather spectacular manner,” said Lethe.
“I don’t like the sound of that. You aren’t going to make my head pop off or something will you?” he asked, rubbing his neck.
“No, but if you come too close to crossing the line and telling someone about us then you will be struck with a massive headache. If you continue to make the attempt, your memories of me and anyone associated with me or magic will be wiped. The human brain doesn’t like having its memories ripped from it and the process can cause anything from severe migraines for several months to seizures, though we have yet to record a death that was directly caused by the loss of memory.”
“Directly?”
“People passing out while driving or falling and hitting their head have accidentally killed a few, but we do not attempt to hurt those that leave the community. Speaking of leaving,” Lethe pulled out her phone and tapped a few numbers, “I’ll have Katherine take you home so you can get to work on those lists. She may be wanting some payment like this morning before letting you go. I would rather you do the work here but with Xaal’s Blessing, I don’t think that’s wise. I can’t keep stopping my day just to suck your cock every hour or so. Not to mention my housekeeper can’t stay upstairs all day hiding from you.”
It was only a couple of minutes before Katherine arrived, this time in a more conventional black limo. Ren waved goodbye to Lethe and Jones as he went out to meet Katherine who was waiting next to the car holding the door open.
“Whip it out, now,” commanded the witch once they heard the car drive away.
“Was wondering when you were going to give up and fuck one of us,” said Jones, unzipping his pants and pulling his prick out. Lethe turned her back to him and looked over her shoulder as he stroked himself to full hardness.
“No offense, Jones, but right now I only want to get fucked by him, thanks to that god-forsaken succubus. Unfortunately, I put a magical cock-cage on him at Xaal’s request and he can’t fuck me properly until he’s given his virginity to her.” When he was ready, she sat down on his cock with a long moan.
“His first time will be with a succubus? Better numb the boy a little or he’ll be ruined for other women,” he said, holding her hips in place and thrusting up into her.
“Good idea,” she responded before leaning back against him. Closing her eyes, she imagined it was Ren’s cock she was riding as the werewolf began to speed up.
Xaal seethed inside at having Belgrun in her home. Making things worse were the two demons he had with him.
Gelk was tall and lanky with sickly green skin. His arms and legs were extremely strong despite looking atrophied. Long, sharp nails that could slice through a human tipped each of his fingers. His head was narrow and elongated with a few strands of scraggly hair growing out the top and a pointed nose hovering over a fang-filled maw. The most disgusting of Gelk’s features was the green-tinted spittle that constantly ran from his mouth and down his chin before dripping onto his oversized and ever-hard cock. The demon’s spit would drive those touched by it insane with lust and the victim would fuck the green demon until they died. Well… died as much as one could in hell. After being killed, human souls ‘respawned,’ their bodies whole once again and ready for whatever torment Hell could throw at them.
The succubus had heard that one of Gelk’s favorite pastimes was to use his shark-like fangs to eat his victims even as they continued to impale themselves on his prick. He liked to brag about the couple of times that a soul respawned close enough to watch as he consumed the previous body.
Hell was a fucked-up place.
On the other side of Belgrun stood the demon Loksharn. Normally Xaal would be happy to see him as they had gotten together many times just for fun. His current form looked like a tall human-shaped column of oil or black latex with a single giant eye on his head. The succubus knew that the amorphous demon could take on any shape his mass allowed, including some deliciously large cocks for stretching her pussy, ass, and throat. Her only regret concerning the strange demon was that she had yet to fuck him outside of Hell. At least she thought Loksharn was a ‘him.’ No one seemed to know for certain what sex the rubbery black creature was or if it even had a gender, but given what he normally used his tentacles for, referring to it as a male felt appropriate.
Xaal was curious about what kind of fun she could have with the amorphous demon up on Earth. On the second level of Hell you can have sex for days or even years but never have an orgasm and never feel satisfied. It was no wonder the other demons were jealous of succubi. Not only did they occasionally get to leave, but while on earth they could cum as much as they wanted AND got to kill someone AND got to claim a soul.
Standing in front of them was the current top pick to take over the second layer of hell, Belgrun. The only thing standing in his way was Xaal. The demon towered over her, the leathery red skin stretching over his massive gut shining in the torchlight. Belgrun had the head of a boar which was disgustingly ironic considering his favorite activity was ‘spit-roasting’ souls on the gigantic prick that hung past his knees.
Xaal suppressed a shiver looking at it, and not a pleasant one. She was perfectly happy driving souls mad with frustration. Freaks like Gelk and Belgrun could get their kicks down on the level of Wrath where they belonged. Just because a cock goes into a pussy or ass doesn’t automatically make it Lust. Unfortunately, without Lilith and Asmodeus running things, there was no one to tell them that.
Belgrun leered at her naked body as a knowing smile crossed his piggish face. Xaal didn’t doubt he had received news of Shai’tan’s visit to her last night but with the anti-eavesdropping enchantments on her throne room, it was unlikely he knew what she and the Lord of Hell had discussed.
The large demon looked around, taking in the damage from Lord Shai’tan’s visit and the succubus’s shattered throne before speaking. “Have you decided to join me so we can be done with this foolish posturing?”
“No,” the succubus snarled, “I called you here to issue a challenge. In three earth days, we will meet to decide who will rule the Realm of Lust. I propose we clear a place in the Grand Orgy.” Even the lack of fulfillment didn’t deter some souls from frantically having sex in search of some kind of satisfaction. The Grand Orgy was where these misguided and desperate souls often ended up.
Belgrun’s mouth split into a haughty grin as he saw through her scheme. The energies created by the Grand Orgy would give a succubus far more power than demons like he and Gelk. Loksharn was still an unknown, as nobody could get a good read on the mysterious creature.
“No,” he snorted, his long tongue extending to lick away the foul-smelling mucus that continually ran from his snout. “You issued the challenge, therefore I choose the arena. We will meet on the Plains of Abaddon.”
Xaal jumped to her feet, “Are you a fool? The first of us to fall over will be swallowed by the plains!”
“Good, then I won’t have to worry about you and your used-up pussy coming back to challenge me later.”
“You would risk an eternity trapped in the Realm of Sloth for this? You’re stupider than I thought.”
“Mind your words, whore!” hissed Gelk, his spittle raining onto a hastily erected magic shield inches from the succubus’s face. With a wave of her hand, the green saliva jumped off the shield to splatter across the three male demons. Gelk and Belgrun got the worst of it but the aphrodisiac only affected souls, not the denizens of Hell.
Loksharn wiped the spit off him with a fingerless hand and whipped it at Gelk.
“Eww,” said the strange demon, his voice forming in their minds instead of being heard.
Belgrun ignored Gelk’s spittle as it went no higher than the taller demon’s neck. Instead, he snorted in laughter at Xaal’s defiance. “Meet me on the Plains of Abaddon or forfeit your claim,” he spat before turning and making his way to the keep’s exit where they could teleport back to his castle.
Loksharn held back, he had known the succubus for quite some time and her demeanor felt… off. Looking behind him, he saw a much more confident look on her face than a few seconds ago. The tip of her wing snuck over her shoulder and covered her lips before she blew him a playful kiss.
The black-skinned demon just nodded in response before following the other two, there was a significance to what she did but he couldn’t remember what it was.
Xaal reached up and stroked her wingtip with a finger. Belgrun choosing the Plains of Abaddon was an unwelcome surprise but as long as she stayed in the air she would have little to worry about. With the power she still had from Lethe’s pet human, she could probably win just by knocking the giant pig over and letting the ground take him.
That was something to worry about later. Standing up, she waved a hand and her throne began to reassemble itself. It had played its part in her charade and now it was time to make her keep whole once more.
THE END OF CHAPTER FOUR