Succubated!

“Bring the flashlight over here!” Maria hurried up, stepping over a tangle of roots and briars, and shone the flashlight into the shaft beneath the grating. Far below, John, Maria and Cassandra saw two faces—a teenaged girl who looked unconscious, slumped on the ground, and a more mature face with a swoop of black hair, red skin, and yellow eyes that reflected the flashlight’s glare. Susan, still groggy, pulled herself partly upright and sat by the edge of the grating, putting her face against the bars.

“Hey boss,” said Susan. “Long time, no see.” She smiled faintly.

“Hey guys,” said their friend, the former priest turned succubus. “How’d you get here?” Her voice sounded exhausted, but relieved.

“Holy shit!” screamed Maria. “Micki, we’ve been looking for you everywhere! Are you all right?!”

Una smiled at Maria’s outburst. “Amazing timing for the cavalry to arrive for a rescue. There’s an archdemon after me, but I don’t know where he is. We could still be in danger. I’m stuck down here with an injured girl… She’s unconscious but breathing, but I can’t tell how badly she’s hurt. Do you have something like… I don’t know, rope?”

The four humans above the grating looked at each other helplessly. Susan peered down at Una. “We’ll figure something out. The red looks good on you, babe. Horns, too. Are you all done, then?”

Una’s burgundy complexion didn’t really allow a blush to show, but she managed to look embarrassed. “I guess so? And I’m still me… well, kind of? Yael is here with me. She’s inside, or part of me. I’m Una now, all together.”

John leaned back into view. “We could do this if we had a chain and could get the van here. But that might be a day’s work.”

Una cast a nervous glance towards one side of her chamber. “I’d really like to get out of here! Sherill’s got a concussion, at the very least, and a giant smoke monster could bust in here to devour or enslave me at any moment. So, if you have any other ideas…? I used up my energy, or I’d try to get strong enough to climb out with her or change myself in some way that would help.”

Susan tapped her lip with a finger. “Interesting. If you’re a full succubus now, we could recharge you.”

John stared at her. “You mean… like when the two of you recharged Yael during the siege of our church?”

Susan nodded. “You were part of that moment too, Father! Skeet skeet skeet, remember?” John’s jaw dropped, but he said nothing.

Susan leaned down against the grating again. “The time has come for your unholy sex rites to begin, my Dark Mistress Una.”

***

The most useful piece of equipment they’d brought turned out to be the two blankets in Cassandra’s pack, which they spread on either side of the grating. John, Cassandra, Susan, and Maria stood staring at each other awkwardly, unsure how to begin. Susan unzipped her hoodie and kicked off her shoes. “So… who’s with who?”

Maria smiled. “That’s easy, don’t you think?” She’d been pointing out Cassandra’s awkward glances towards Susan for at least a week. Now she took John by the hand. “Come on, Father…. I won’t hurt you.” The broad-shouldered priest looked as if he’d received an electric shock but let her lead him towards a blanket.

Susan gave Cassandra a smirk. “I guess that leaves you and me, hunter. You ever… been with a girl before?” She slipped her pants down over her shapely ass, maintaining eye contact. Cassandra just smoldered and shook her head with the most minute gesture imaginable.

Cassandra watched Maria and John kissing. The blonde woman was clearly taking charge of the hesitant priest. Then her eyes settled on the slight, intense girl in front of her.

“Are you sure you’re all right after your…” Cassandra drew a finger across her throat. “…injury?” Susan nodded, taking Cassandra’s hands and placing them around her waist.

From far below, Una watched the bodies move above. She could sense the desire flowing between the four of them, building between Maria and John, swirling around Cassandra and Susan. There must be some way I can help, she wondered, feeling the hunger rise in her, responding to the building sexual tension above the ground.

“Hani-you-toa,” she whispered, raising her hands. It might have been her imagination, but she thought the color of the magical light around her shifted just slightly.

Far above, four people kissed—sudden, hard kisses as if each couple needed to release the fear and tension of the day: deep, wet, passionate, rough. Una felt her body respond to what she sensed, heat rising from her groin, spreading through her limbs. Already she felt her power building, but she needed more. Wanted more. Her hands swayed, and she waved her arms sinuously, dancing in her pit as her four friends made love outside.

John slid Maria’s dress straps over her shoulders. The model was wearing a lacy purple demi-bra, barely concealing her generous breasts. John sighed and kissed their tops. Maria gasped with pleasure, relaxing.

Susan unzipped Cassandra’s leather jacket and reached between her own bare legs to find her wetness, then raised a finger to Cassandra’s lips. “Taste me,” she said, and Cassandra obeyed with a silent, eager look, taking Susan’s fingers to lick them. Then Susan moved in close, pushing Cassandra down; the two women wrapped their arms around each other, gently wrestling.

Maria moaned in John’s ear as he sucked on her nipple. He pulled back for a moment to stare at her face—eyes closed, mouth open, flushed cheeks. Maria smiled like a cat. “Do you want to fuck me, John?”

John nodded slowly, deliberately. “I would. How… do you like it?” He hesitated before asking the next question: “Will I hurt you?”

Maria laughed and hiked up her short skirt, showing him her wet pussy. She’d already discarded her panties somewhere, he realized with a catch in his breath. She squeezed his cock through his pants. “I’m well-lubricated, Father. So don’t worry, as long as you can take it slow.” Her voice was husky with need.

John ran his hands along Maria’s hips and thighs, then pushed her down onto the blanket. As she lay down on her back, he kneeled between her legs and slid off his shirt. His chest was broad and hairy, corded with muscle. Maria cooed and ran a finger along his collarbone.

On the other blanket, Susan and Cassandra were grappling and kissing, both topless. The tall hunter’s slight breasts pressed into Susan’s rounder, larger chest as Cassandra gripped Susan’s ass. Susan hissed in agonized pleasure and wrapped one leg around Cassandra’s ankle. They kissed deeply, passionately—then broke apart for air. Both women breathed heavily, staring into each other’s eyes.

Cassandra traced circles around Susan’s nipples with her tongue. “I want to lick you. Down there.”

Susan sighed happily. “I’d like that. I’m sure you can figure out how to use your tongue…” She slid her underwear off, revealing her shaved pussy.

John watched from the far side of the grating as Cassandra kneeled over the smaller woman, tonguing Susan’s mound and ministering to her clit with two fingers. “Eat me like you’re burying your face in a chocolate cake, babe,” Susan instructed.

Maria grabbed John’s chin and turned his gaze back to look into her deep brown eyes. Then she slid down to unzip his pants. She reached inside them; he felt her hand touch his cock and gasped as she wrapped her fist around him.

John’s eyes fluttered, overwhelmed by the sensation of Maria’s hand gliding up and down his shaft. He stared up at the sky. The clouds had fled, leaving the night dark but clear, a sky full of stars. A good night for a sex ritual? This wasn’t something he ever could have imagined, even thinking about, much less doing. Then Maria’s lips touched the head of his cock, and his thoughts scrambled with the intensity of the feelings radiating out through his body.

John moaned and gripped the blanket beneath him. He was so hard. How can this be happening? This isn’t what priests do! But then… why not? Priests were supposed to be celibate, and even lay members of the faith weren’t supposed to have sex outside of marriage. But here he was in an orgy with four women, one of whom used to be his mentor.

Maria’s mouth was relentless in its oral assault on his cock, and John’s worries were soon overwhelmed by a tide of sensation. He moaned, his body twisting against hers. She licked and sucked all around the shaft; then took it deep into her mouth, bobbing like a buoy in the water.

John groaned loudly as she engulfed him, gripping the base of his long shaft with one hand. “Oh god!” he gasped. He felt the tension building at the root of his manhood.

Maria lifted her mouth off his cock with a slurp. “Now you can fuck me.”

Susan squealed as Cassandra nudged her clit with her nose and slid two fingers into her. “Gentle, gentle, my hunter… let me guide your hand.” She showed Cassandra where to touch her, marveling at the grace of the tall woman’s calloused fingers. Cassandra’s tongue circled Susan’s clit; as the demon hunter’s gentle licks and strokes continue, Susan closed her eyes and moaned, the first tremors of pleasure shaking her. She always had smaller orgasms before the big ones hit.

“Ohhhh,” she said. “That feels so good. But I want more.”

Susan reached down between Cassandra’s legs, into her pants, and felt the hunter’s cunt. The rangy woman gasped. “It’s my turn to feed,” said Susan. “Strip.”

Cassandra obeyed, though slowly. Her body was long and lean, with slashes of dark hair framing her face and between her muscular thighs, where soft, dark pubic hair grew in an ample patch just above her vulva. Susan ran her fingers through the thick fur, gripping it lightly, and Cassandra moaned in pleasure. Then she lay back on the blanket with her legs spread wide.

John turned over as Maria snaked an arm around his neck; glancing sideways, he noticed Susan sliding sinuously up between Cassandra’s legs. He could smell the arousal of all the surrounding women, the musky scent of wet pussy. Even thinking about it made his erection harden to a painful degree, and then he felt Maria’s ass rubbing up against his cock, the statuesque blonde bending almost double so that she could present her cunt to him.

John wasted no time guiding his cock into her and gasped in relief; Maria let out a long, high moan. “Oh yeah,” she yelped. “That’s what I wanted, thank you daddy!”

Susan pushed Cassandra’s knees apart until they were wide open. She stared at the pink folds of flesh, so close to her face. Then she leaned forward—and licked; first one side, then the other. Cassandra gasped again as Susan probed deeper with her tongue. She tasted like honey and cinnamon, but not too sweet or overpowering. Just right for eating pussy with abandon.

John thrust into Maria’s tightness from behind, while Susan kissed and nibbled the inside of Cassandra’s thigh. A moan escaped Cassandra’s lips. “Oh god,” she said. “I like this. Please.”

Maria felt the priest’s fingers entwined in her hair, pulling gently. His cock was slamming into her, filling her to a degree she had never experienced before. He grunted and groaned with each stroke; it sounded like he was going to come soon. She wanted him to, wanted them both to explode together.

With every powerful thrust of his hips, the priest seemed to grow more excited, and Maria could feel his hot breath on her neck as he panted. She slammed backwards against his legs, frantic with her own need, and reached between her legs to finger her clit, the hot little button that had brought her so much pleasure in recent weeks. It felt good being a girl… so good.

Below them all, the succubus Una spun and danced in the confines of her cell, running her hands up and down her red body, her tail plunging into her own red and throbbing cunt. She moved in a dance of ancient Sumer, remembered from the part of her that was Yael. She drank in every drop of the mortal sensations. Beneath her, Sherill lay quiet, still slumped beneath fragments of concrete.

As Susan felt Cassandra’s body shudder, she raised her head to call out, even as kept stroking her partner’s clit and G-spot with curled fingers. “We dedicate our pleasure to our dark mistress, Una!”

John echoed her, his testicles slapping with a wet sound against Maria’s thighs. “We dedicate… our pleasure to our dark mistress, Una!” Maria moaned in ecstasy, letting out short pants and grunts, her mouth forming the words, “Una… Una.”

With a last cry of delight—and then another; she felt like a firework exploding!—Cassandra came hard. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she screamed. John continued to thrust into Maria’s pussy, while Susan licked at the folds of flesh between Cassandra’s legs. As Cassandra’s cries blended with Maria’s guttural moans, John felt his own climax building inside him.

“Oh god,” he gasped, feeling himself about to explode. “I’m coming. Micki… Una, I’m coming!” His cock swelled and pulsed inside her, filling her so completely that it made her gasp with pleasure.

Susan raised her head. “Cum for her, give her your pleasure! For Una!” she cried. She leaned over to look at the succubus dancing below them. Una had stopped moving; instead, she was watching the mortals above her with a hungry gaze, her hands raised. Susan stared back, gold flecks dancing across her vision.

With a gasp, John let go of Maria’s hips and gently grabbed the hair at the back of her neck. He gave one last thrust; he felt his balls tighten in anticipation of the burst and buried himself deep within her. Then he roared as he spurted semen up into Maria’s body. Feeling the hot seed filling the depths of her vagina, Maria stiffened and shuddered violently, crying out as her own orgasm took her.

Susan opened her mouth wide, her lips dripping with her lover’s juices, one hand between her legs, fingering herself. She rose from where Cassandra lay, and walked to John and Maria, the pair still joined by their lovemaking. John was making little mewing sounds as his cock throbbed inside Maria; his eyes were closed. “You’re all done?” Susan asked him softly.

He nodded. “Yes.” Susan reached down and cupped her hand below John’s shaft, where it entered Maria, and collected a slick handful of his cum, mixed with Maria’s fluids. She rose over the grate and kept stroking her own sex, gathering all the sexual juices of the four worshippers together, tasting them, then bending to spit through the bars of the grating, long ropy strands of drool and cum and pussy juice sliding from her mouth down, towards her waiting mistress.

Una stared upwards and saw the offering of pleasure; she smiled. It was good. She craned her neck and let the offering flow over her face, some trickling into her mouth. She swallowed—and gasped. “Oh my,” she murmured. “That is delicious.” The narrow shaft filled with a sweet, sensual aroma that made Una’s head spin.

As the scent of lust filled the air, and unseen energy pulsed upwards, Susan, John, Maria and Cassandra all moaned in unison. “More,” said their dark goddess.

***

At some point, all four of them were lying on the ground with their arms around each other, kissing and stroking each other’s bodies; they did not know how much time had passed. They felt like they’d been there forever. Maria reached for Cassandra’s ass, pulling her close against her body as she kissed her lean cheeks, while Susan was busy with John’s dick.

John wasn’t hard yet, but he could feel the pressure building inside him. Something about this place, or Una, was making him grow stiff again and again. At that moment, he didn’t care about anything else: just this feeling of being loved by his friends, reveling in the sensory pleasures of the flesh.

Then Una spoke. “It is time.” She gathered herself and looked down at the prone form of Sherill, sweaty and breathing faintly beneath the rubble. Gripping the largest piece of concrete, she poured power into the muscles of her arms and shoulders. Her entire body tensed, her arms bulged just slightly, and then she shifted the rock and heaved it to the side.

Sherill’s eyes flew open, and she whimpered. She was alive, in pain, but Una could lift her. Cradling the girl in one arm, Una dug her nails deep into the concrete side of the shaft and flung herself upwards with one hand. As she rose, wings burst from her back, filling the space with dark feathers. She extended her hand and spread her fingers, slammed them into the grating. The cover of the shaft burst upwards, and the succubus rose into the night.

As soon as she was out of the hole, she opened her wings wide; they spread like sails filled with wind. Still cradling Sherill in her arms, she circled and turned to look down at the group on the ground below, standing and laying in a around the grating that had imprisoned her.

In the distance, by a group of buildings, something huge and triangular lifted slowly above the treetops. It had horns wreathed in black smoke, but no longer bore a face. Two eyes and a slash of mouth stood out, like scribbles of chalk on a blackboard. “Nezz,” it bellowed. “Lays claim…” It had seen her.

She could not take risks with the fragile burden she carried, so swooped down to land by Susan. Her friends were naked, slippery with their lovemaking, but Cassandra and John hurried forward to take Sherill from her. She turned to Susan, noticing at once the flecks of gold swimming in the brown eyes of her former assistant.

Susan bowed. “Happy to be of service, my lady of delights. Should we get out of here?”

Una nodded gravely. “You should. I just saw the archdemon… and you’ll be safer if I lead that thing away. Get Sherill to a hospital, will you?”

Susan saluted with a grin and motioned to the others to hurry; Una helped them, tossing a clerical collar and jacket to John with a grin. They would only be safe for a scant few moments—the massive shape of Nezz, crashing through trees in the distance, was too far away to reach them rapidly, although who knew how the thing’s capabilities might change?

“We have to come back here as soon as possible,” Una yelled to Susan as they hurried. “I think there are other people imprisoned here, test subjects like Sherill!” Susan nodded grimly, and the group started out through the trees, John cradling the unconscious teenage girl gingerly in his broad arms.

A roar and crash erupted from behind them, closer now. “I’m going,” said Una, with a grave nod to each of her friends.

The demon hunter, Cassandra, gave her a respectful nod in reply. Maria looked surprised, but raised her hand to wave. “Be careful, Micki! I mean, Una!”

Susan put a hand on Una’s arm as John stepped up behind her, his face creased with worry. “Hey,” Susan said, adjusting her glasses with her other hand. “I mean, we only just found you…! Can you promise me you won’t get yourself into deeper shit?”

Una gave her a smoldering look, then smiled in a way that Susan found strangely new: a sinister gleam in her eye and a sarcastic smirk on her lips. “I can’t promise that, but I want to see each of you again. Soon. Take care of each other.”

The succubus took flight once more, pushing through the air with a great flap of her wings, then darting up like an arrow from a bow. Across the forest her wings bore her, dark conifers and feathers shining faintly in the pre-dawn light, until she saw the three-story building where her captors had held her, beat her, changed her. She felt ill at the sight, but knew it was time to leave, to burn out the pain.

Her wings carried her dangerously near the great demon, thrashing in a cloud of dirt, wood and rubble churned by the rage of its movement and growth. It snarled incoherently, and she slipped past the futile grasp of its great, wraithlike hand. Nezz’s second roar pulsed with the anger of frustrated authority as Una soared to the west, the spread of her wings lifting her. With each upward gust of wind, she fled the rising sun and rose into freedom and exultation.