“No grosser than actually ripping flesh off a living being with your teeth.” Zel knelt in front of her and held open her eyelids. “Yeah, her pupils show all the signs of sexual arousal.”
“But why?” Dana asked.
“I posit a new theory.” Zel stood, already scribbling in her notebook. Dana hadn’t even seen her pull it out. “Upon the consumption of sufficient life force, a zombie can regenerate the dying cells in their bodies. Just as different parts of the body can contain different levels of spiritual energy, such as the brain and heart, the zombie will absorb any additional energy that those parts may contain. Ergo, the old saying ‘you are what you eat’ seems to apply in this situation.”
“Wait. I’m horny because I ate spunk?” Dana clenched and unclenched her hands.
“No. You’re horny because you ate Mike’s spunk.” Lily rolled her eyes. “I don’t know about Mandragora spores, but I do know that Naia took a piece of his soul in exchange for a part of hers. You aren’t just getting his energy. You are getting a dose of her magic as well. Why do you think everybody who lives here is so eager to bang him? He’s a walking aphrodisiac.”
Zel blushed and looked away.
“So what can I do?” Dana shifted in her seat, suddenly aware of how tightly she had pressed her thighs together.
“Zel, can you excuse us?” Lily’s features had softened.
“Yeah. I could use some fresh air anyway.” Zel disappeared through the door, the sounds of the fountain drifting in before it shut behind her.
“It’s getting worse.” Dana shifted in the chair. The restraints didn’t allow her to move very far. “Maybe you could untie me and give me a little privacy?”
“And let you run amok biting everyone? Not a chance.” Lily leaned closer now, her scent washing over Dana. It was almost like the succubus had activated it. “But if you wanted, I could lend you a hand.”
“I…well…” Staring deep into the succubus’s eyes, she couldn’t help but wonder what her lips would feel like pressed against hers. Shutting her eyes, she turned her head away. “I can’t. You’re pretty, and I want to, but—”
“Is it because of me?” The voice hit Dana right in the heart. Opening her eyes, she saw that Alex was sitting in front of her.
Dana gasped, and Alex kissed her. Their fingers locked together as Alex explored Dana’s mouth with her tongue, licking gently at her lower lip. In that moment, logic and reason were replaced with desire, and Dana no longer cared. Losing herself in the illusion, she arched her back, trying to press herself into Alex.
“I’ve always wondered what it would be like to tie you down,” Alex said with a grin. “To have my way with you until you beg me to stop.”
“Please don’t stop.”
“I haven’t even started yet.” Alex ran her fingers along Dana’s shoulders, one hand sliding down to squeeze her breast. Dana gasped, and Alex teased her until her nipples were hard enough to become visible through the fabric of her shirt. “If I remember correctly, someone didn’t get off last time we saw each other.”
“That wasn’t real,” Dana whispered.
“Well, this is as real as you want it to be.” Alex’s eyes flashed, her pupils briefly turning yellow. “A succubus can be anybody that they’ve seen; it’s that simple. Whether it be from a dream, a memory, or even a photograph.”
“Let it be real.” Dana moaned when Alex squeezed her breast, lifting her head away so that Alex could kiss her way along her collarbone. Alex gently licked the exposed flesh, sending a rush of heat down to Dana’s stomach. Her hunger was consumed instead by the sensations on her body, her mind finally taken off food.
Strapped to the chair, Dana lifted various parts of her body, hoping to get Alex’s attention. Alex licked, sucked, and kissed her way across Dana’s body, lifting her shirt to get at her breasts. A hand slid into the waistband of Dana’s pants, a single finger teasing the folds hiding her clit. Dana opened her legs, finally able to smell her own arousal with her enhanced senses.
“Please.” Dana pushed her hips into Alex’s hand. “I need to feel you inside me.”
One finger teased her opening while a thumb pressed down on the skin around her clit, sending a sexual SOS to Dana’s spine. Wiggling back and forth on the chair was only making it harder. Shifting her weight backward, she waited until that finger was in the right spot before suddenly shifting forward, causing the finger to penetrate her.
“Ah!” Dana lightly bucked her hips, a very small orgasm rocketing through her legs and making the chair tip. Its extra legs spread out to catch it, and when it tilted back to its original position, the sudden impact with the floor caused the finger to go in even deeper.
“Yeeeeeeeees,” Dana panted, gazing deep into Alex’s eyes.
“Do you want more?”
“Please, pretty please,” she begged. That single finger moved in tiny circles, causing her opening to relax. Tiny moans escaped her mouth, and when the second finger slid into place, she whimpered. The fingers curled up, pressing expertly against her G-spot. Alex kissed her, nibbling on her lips. Fingers moved inside of Dana, Alex’s thumb still pressing down on her clit, and a hot pressure built between the two points.
The chair started rocking on its own. The mimic was using its legs to press Dana’s hips up, giving Alex a better angle. Dana bit her lower lip, grunting with pleasure. Alex kissed her breasts, then bit playfully under her nipples while caressing her face with a free hand.
“I wish I could touch you,” Dana said.
“Maybe when you’re less bitey.” Alex winked. “I have all sort of tricks I could show you.”
“I would like—AH!” Alex had pushed a third finger in and was now pulling up on Dana’s G-spot, causing the chair to rock. They kissed back and forth, Alex’s fingers working magic inside of her for several minutes. The universe slowly shriveled down until it was just barely the size of the room. All that mattered was that she was with Alex.
Dana’s moan turned into a loud cry as her orgasm pushed against the dam. Alex’s eyes flashed, and her fingers expanded inside of Dana, filling her up and stroking her G-spot. Dana’s cry became a high-pitched wail as the sexual tension in her legs snapped like giant rubber bands into her core. Alex pressed against her, nibbling at her lips, her neck, her ears. Dana’s orgasm rolled through her body, followed by a flood of tears. Dana pressed her face into the crook of Alex’s neck, taking in her scent one last time.
She cried this way for a while. At some point, Lily turned back into herself, still holding Dana against her chest.
Kali stood next to the town car, her eyes on the top of the Radley house. She could smell familiar blood on the air, and it didn’t bode well for Daryl.
Screeching tires behind her made her turn around. Sebastien stepped out of the large white van he had borrowed, his face twisted in anger. The side doors opened, and six other versions of himself stepped out, each one limping on a cane.
“I have not seen this trick before,” she told him, inspecting Team Sebastien. As one, all their faces shifted into sneers.
“I didn’t have time to put anything else together,” the Sebastien who had been driving explained. “And you certainly weren’t any help. All you had to do was push the sand back together and I could have been here hours ago!”
“They used a hose on me.”
“Well, that explains why I couldn’t reform.”
Kali didn’t bother correcting him.
“Is it true? He is coming?”
“It is. And if we can crack this egg apart before he gets here, he will have his succubus back and we will have his appreciation.” Kali looked at the sky. “I have a plan, but I need your help.”
“What about Daryl?”
“He is dead.” Kali walked to the opening in the stone wall. “These people found a way to kill him.”
“Shit.” T
eam Sebastien followed her, their movements identical. They reminded her of toy soldiers marching into battle. “What do you need from me?”
“I think I found a way to crack the spell on the house, but I will need you to hold their attention. The spell is very unstable in its final stages, and I do not want a repeat of last time.” She held out her hand, and the large snake slithered out from its hiding spot behind the wall. It had carried her to safety earlier. “I do not think there are many of them, but I believe that you have that covered?”
“I am my own army.” They formed a line behind her. “Just tell us what we need to do.”
“We have little time.” Kali opened the snake’s mouth and stuck her arm in nearly to her elbow. Feeling around, she grabbed onto the canvas strap inside and gave a pull. The snake’s throat widened as she pulled her duffel bag from its dimensional pocket and then up and out of the snake’s throat. Stroking the reptile lovingly, she then set the bag down and unzipped it.
“I smell a storm coming,” she told Sebastien. After stripping off her clothes, she opened the duffel bag. “And when it comes, only the strongest will survive.”
IN THE EYE OF THE STORM
Mike stood at the edge of the reflecting pool with the others, all of them waiting for Beth to bid a proper farewell to Asterion. The two seemed unusually friendly, but Mike figured it was because Beth was so nice to the beast. Once Beth rejoined them, Mike looked at everyone.
“Ready?” he asked.
When they all nodded, Tink counted down from three and everybody jumped in at the same time.
That was when Mike remembered that the magical shortcut would take them all to the downstairs closet. Not until the water soaked through his shoes did it occur to him that they weren’t all going to fit inside of it.
The closet door blew off its hinges, the tide of water scattering everyone across the floor. Mike was able to grab the doorframe, sliding sideways out into the front room. He stuck out his arm and was able to grab Beth, pulling her out of the way. Abella, Tink, and Sofia crashed into the wall opposite the closet, knocking loose chunks of plaster. Tink was crushed between the others, and the stream of profanity was quite colorful.
“Bad words!” shouted Carmina.
“So many bad words!” said Cerulea.
“You’re grounded!” added Olivia. The fairies were flying circles above the others, shaking off water. Mike let go of Beth, who stood and wrung out her shirt.
“That’s an interesting way to travel,” she said, taking off her shoes to shake them.
“Yeah, well. The house is old and all.” Mike carefully stood, approaching the monster pile by the wall. He helped Sofia stand up first, then lifted Abella’s tail so that Tink could crawl free. The wood beneath the gargoyle was badly scratched by her talons.
“Sorry,” Abella said.
Mike gave her a playful swat on the butt. “Don’t worry about it. Hey, we’re home!” He walked into the living room, looking out the window. “Hey, the witch is gone!”
“She has been for a while.” Cecilia phased through the wall, her hair floating around her. The temperature in the room dropped, and Cecilia threw herself into Mike’s arms, the water on his clothes frosting over. “I missed you, cuisle mo chroidhe.”
“I missed you too.” He kissed her forehead, causing a spark to jump between them. “Anything to report? Why did she leave?”
“We blasted her with water from the fountain in the middle of her spell. She was struck by lightning and crawled away.”
“So she’s gone?”
“No.” When Cecilia shook her head, her hair floated outward in slow motion. “She’s hiding in a car out by the street. We think she is waiting.”
“For what?”
“Nobody knows. We have another problem though. Come.” Cecilia pulled him by the hand, leading him into the backyard.
Naia’s eyes lit up at Mike’s arrival, her fountain squirting water in the shape of a heart.
“Naia.” When he said her name out loud, it finally felt like he had come home. He embraced the nymph. “What’s going on?”
“We have a guest,” she said, pointing to the garage. “She needs you.”
“On it.” He gave her a grin and stepped through the door. The first thing he noticed was the smell. It was subtle but reminded him of cloves. The lights had been turned down, and it was hard for him to make out the figure strapped to the chair. Her gray hair was fanned across her shoulders, her pale skin similar to Cecilia’s. She lifted her head, and Mike felt like he recognized her from somewhere.
“It’s about time.” Lily stepped out of the darkness. “You really know how to keep a girl waiting.”
“Who is this? Someone from the society?”
“One of their victims.” Lily stroked the stranger’s face. “Don’t you recognize her?”
“I feel like I should, but…” Oh no. He suddenly knew who he was looking at. He stepped closer. “Dana? Is that really you?” She looked like a much older version of the girl he’d known, or at least a sicklier one. What had happened?
Dana nodded but said nothing. Her lips looked dried out, like she hadn’t had any food or water for days.
“What’s wrong with her?” Mike asked.
“It’s taking everything in her not to lunge at you.” Zel walked to Mike’s side. “We don’t have a lot of time. We need some of your semen.”
“Wait, what? Why?”
“Because she’s starving. She needs to eat.”
“But why that?” Mike knew it was a dumb question the moment he’d asked. Didn’t it always come back to his sperm?
“She’s a zombie. She’s about to go feral and—” Lily’s voice vanished beneath the sound of a gong, followed by thunder. They all looked up as dust fell from the ceiling of the garage.
“Fuck, not again.” Lily looked at Zel. “Stupid bitch out front is making trouble. Romeo, what are the odds I could get you off in a hurry?”
“I’ve…blown a few loads lately.” If he was being honest, he didn’t think he could get it up knowing that some woman was on his front lawn trying to crack apart his magic house. “Could she eat something else? To tide her over until we take care of our other problem?”
Zel frowned. “We could try your blood. It might sustain her for a bit, but you’d have to be quick.”
“Do it.” Mike held out his arm. “Just not too much. I have a feeling that being light-headed won’t help me.”
He barely saw the flash of Lily’s tail, but it left a large incision on his forearm. Pain made him grit his teeth, and he made a fist when Zel held a bowl under his elbow to catch his blood.
Dana shrieked, rocking the chair back and forth. The chair sprouted new legs to keep her in place, but Mike didn’t question it. When Zel had gathered enough, she applied a blue fluid to Mike’s arm. The wound closed up and scabbed over. Lily held the bowl over Dana’s head, her tail pinning her in place long enough to get the fluid in her mouth.
They all held their breath. Dana swallowed it all, then held her hands up for the bowl. Lily gave it to her, and Dana licked it clean.
“How does that feel?” Lily asked.
“I’m still hungry.” Dana frowned at the empty bowl. “But I feel a bit better.” Another blast of thunder knocked more dust loose. “Go. Take care of the bitch on the lawn. I can wait another hour or so.”
“Dana.” Mike said her name so quietly even he barely heard it. How had she gotten caught up in this?
He walked into the backyard, where Naia waited for him.
“There.” Naia pointed at the sky, where a glowing crack had formed. “She weakened it earlier, which means it will be easier for her this time.”
“What do I need to do?” Mike touched the goggles on his head. They fit him perfectly, but he felt wrong wearing them. In his mind, they still belonged to Tink.
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“There are three runes that the Caretaker must activate out in the front yard. You need the goggles to do it correctly. Otherwise, the house will kill you. Simple as that. Once you have activated all three runes and established yourself as the new Caretaker, you need to use some sort of control box in the yard to turn them on.”
“Like a console?”
“Sure. Once that is there, you will know what to do.”
“Not gonna lie. This should have been a day two kind of discussion.” Mike blew her a kiss. “Maybe I’ll punish you for it later.”
“You had better be alive to punish me. Now go!” Naia splashed him, and he ran back into the house to find the others. They had gathered in the front room, all of them looking at the yard. Cecilia phased through the wall, startling him.
“You need to come see this,” Cecilia said, then disappeared again.
Mike put his hand on the knob of the front door and took a deep breath before turning it. When he opened the door, a gust of wind blew in, rattling the windows. Another peal of thunder shook the house, making Mike cover his ears. Abella held her ears in pain, squatting down just inside the door.
“Holy shit.” Mike stared up into the swirling vortex of air, a funnel cloud that slowly descended toward the house. Near the edge of the yard stood Kali. She was topless, wearing a skirt decorated with stones and feathers. Around her neck was a long rope decorated with shrunken heads. She shook a large stick, her mouth open wide as several different voices chanted.
“You’re fucked.” Lily grabbed Mike’s shoulder, turning him around. He wondered if she had followed him from the garage. “That’s her ceremonial garb. That’s what she wears when she goes all out.”
“We have to stop her.” Mike took a step toward the front yard but was yanked back by Lily’s tail. The grass at the bottom of the steps exploded, showering the porch with dirt. Snakes of all shapes and sizes writhed across the yard, but the ones at the bottom of the step had their eyes solely on him.
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