Soul of the Succubus

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by Lila Shaw


  Lou moves in front of me. He’s nude and so handsome I momentarily lose track of where I am, even momentarily forget that Ta’s beneath me. Lou takes a step to the side and holds his cock in front of my face, engorged and demanding attention. “Suck me,” Lou says. It’s not a request but somehow I don’t care.

  Chapter Three

  My lips part and I lean toward Lou, close enough to kiss the massive head of his cock, close enough to slide my lips down further.

  “More!” he says, pushing his hips forward.

  Around us the room erupts into a chorus of “More, more.”

  I relax my lips and his cock surges forward, ramming against the back of my throat. I nearly gag, but manage to check myself. Lou does not allow gagging. Lou does not allow that which distracts from his own pleasure.

  The crowd voices its approval, and before I can shut it out and give Lou what he wants, I catch snippets of, “Fuck her mouth, Lou!” and “Teach that succubus who’s boss!”

  Lou doesn’t acknowledge any of them, just barks deep commands to go faster, slower, harder, deeper. He holds me by the hair and yanks on it like the reins to a horse, guiding my movements how he wants. He’s thick and long, but he glides in and out of my mouth with the grace of a dancer until he hits the back of my throat.

  “Head back!” Lou orders with a snarl.

  I comply and his cock rams deeper inside me, down my throat, invading and taking possession of as much of me as it can, Lou’s way of proclaiming he still owns and controls my body. True, but he doesn’t own my head or my heart, and as of today, he no longer owns my soul.

  Ta stills beneath me, as if he knows I can only deal with so much at once, knows I can neither utter a word nor whimper to protest Lou’s final conquest, not with my freedom on the line. Ta is the only one I’ll miss from this hellhole, the only one.

  Lou laughs before finally backing off some, releasing my hair and lowering my head to a more comfortable angle. His thrusting slows to a sensuous pace.

  Beneath me, Ta begins to move again. The thrill of having one dick in my pussy and one in my mouth invigorates me. This is the solitary wisp of power I hold, the ability to own their pleasure, if only for these precious few seconds. Both men vocalize their ecstasy. I close my eyes and beckon my own to come and sit a spell. The three of us move in tandem. One thrusts into me pushing me toward the other who volleys me back. They could be fucking each other through me. My mouth waters. My sex floods. We ripple one to the other, and a hush falls over the room.

  All is bliss, until Lou pulls abruptly out of my mouth. “Lie forward.” His words come out raspy and strained.

  I open my eyes to see him holding his cock in his hand, angry and red and glistening from having been in my mouth. A long string of my saliva still connects us. I comply with his command while Ta continues to thrust into me from beneath.

  Lou walks behind me and caresses my bottom, spreads something wet and gooey all around my anus. I’m not sure I want to know what he used, but I’m pretty sure I know what’s coming next.

  A finger slips inside my sensitive outer ring, then past the second inner ring. A second and third finger plunges deep within me and they fan out inside, opening me wider with each flexing. I cry out at the intimate invasion, anxious of what will come next when the fingers are removed.

  “I’m going to fuck you up the ass now, Yve. I’m going to fuck you hard while Ta keeps plowing your beautiful pussy. You can take two cocks at once. Hell, you can probably take three or more, can’t you?”

  Lou doesn’t wait for an answer because I don’t have a say in the matter. He’s always told me this day would come, that his final sendoff always involved one good long screwing of his former slave. With a loud grunt, he penetrates my rectum with his cock. He feels much larger than he did in my mouth.

  Ta ceases his movements, and once Lou has worked his full hard length inside me, he too stills. I’m filled to bursting from the double penetration. The sensation burns at first, but I refuse to scream. Soon the pain abates and thrilling memories of prior threesomes rush in. Around us, the demons break the silence and hiss their approval of the ménage before them.

  “Fuck her, Lou,” one yells.

  “You like that, succubus?” another one calls out.

  Lou pulls back and drives forward even deeper. The hairs on his groin brush my lower back. He leans forward, closer to my ear and growls, “I’m going to fuck you like the filthy little cunt you are, and you’re going to love every fuckin’ second of it.” Hips grind against my ass at the bottom of each successive stroke.

  Ta also begins to move. “So tight. Won’t last much longer.” His eyes are squeezed shut and his breath comes in rapid pants.

  Both men groan as they enter into a synchronized rhythm of taking turns thrusting inside me, slow and deep. The huffs and moans of every aroused creature in the room, independent but harmonized, blend with my own.

  I want to hate what they’re doing to me, want to hate those who ogle, but I can’t. I’m off the carnal charts. My brains curdle into mush. My eyelids droop, mouth falls open, and my face contorts with the rushing pressure. Rising mushroom clouds of joy overtake and consume me.

  Lou pauses and Ta accelerates his thrusts. I’m going into meltdown when Ta finally loses it. His seed shoots into me in rapid pulses. Lou resumes where Ta leaves off.

  “Saved-the-best-for-last!” His grunted words punctuate each thrust, give me that final push into orgasmic oblivion. Lou unleashes a hoarse cry then halts. He holds me tight to take the full force of his ejaculation, hot and copious. Two cocks pulse inside me, and it’s too much, too much. The edges of my consciousness wink then fade before I spiral into utter nothingness.

  When I come to, Lou’s gone. It’s just me and Ta and … a dozen demons that don’t look too friendly. The ones who enjoyed the show are writhing in the final throes of their own erotic adventures. They pose no threat. The bastardized hybrids of beast and man, however, scare the bejeezus out of me.

  “Get dressed while I hold them off,” Ta mutters, barely moving his lips. He buttons and zips up, staring down the bolder demons that move a mite too close. The monster-type aren’t clever but they’re persistent and deadly when the spirit moves. Their kind also tends to follow a pack mentality—when one attacks, they all attack.

  I tug my own clothes on with supersonic speed, ditching the underwear. Before I slip on my boots, I remove the two church-blessed daggers I have concealed in the shank of each boot. I never visit Hell unarmed.

  When I spin around, Ta holds an ax in one hand and a knife in the other. He’s also slipped on a shirt he either hid or stole. He takes in my status and nods. “You retain the title of smartest succubus I ever created.”

  “High praise, indeed,” I say.

  “If we can make it to the door of the palace, I can seal it from the outside. That’ll give us a small head start, hopefully enough to get us to the portal.”

  “Why are you helping me instead of them?” I wave my dagger at a lecherous satyr who takes a swipe at me but only snags my hair.

  “Because, my sweet Yve, you are not the only one who has fulfilled a contract.” Ta delivers a roundhouse kick to a second satyr who tries to sneak up on him. With a loud screech, it falls to the floor and is set upon by two dragon-like demons that rip it in half.

  “What? You’re a conscript? You were human once?” All this time, I’d thought Ta a minion. I’d no idea, he’d bargained his way into the job of chief succubus-maker.

  “A conscript bound to deliver a billion souls for my freedom through the succubi I made. Your millionth was my billionth plus one for extra security. I chose you well, Yve. You were my first, my favorite.” His smile is boyish with a hint of pride. The heart I thought frozen solid thousands of years ago thaws enough to release a slow drip of water.

  Chapter Four

  “Let’s get the hell out of here then,” I say to Ta.

  “On my signal… Now!”

  I bolt fo
r the door. Two drooling, fanged demons covered in thick pelts of black dreadlocks try to block my path. A stab in the gut transforms them into shrieking balls of fur and teeth. Four demons pounce and finish them off. The rest pursue. Ta spins to take out one of the speed demons.

  “Keep going, I’ll be right behind you!” he yells.

  I do, taking out three foul-smelling trolls who charge as I enter the front lobby. My flight skids to halt, however, when the front door refuses to open.

  “Go!” Ta shouts as he finishes off a large attacker with the head of a komodo dragon and the body of an orangutan. I hear its death howls and Ta’s approaching footfall.

  “It won’t open!” I shriek tugging on the door handle.

  “It’s warded. Say ‘Owa’a Teygu’u Siyam’ three times while spinning and it’ll open.”

  “What? Okay.” I do as Ta says and when I finish, he’s standing next to me flipping a series of latches I’d not noticed. The door swings free.

  He chuckles and motions me through, slamming the door behind us. From his pocket, he produces a padlock he uses to secure an external latch. “Owa’a Teygu’u Siyam!” He claps his hands three times then clicks the lock shut. When he says the words, they sound suspiciously like ‘Oh what a goose I am.’ Damn him. I’m such an idiot.

  “There was no magic ward on the door, was there?” I cross my arms in front of my chest, the points of my two daggers pointed to the sky.

  “Nope. But you sure were cute spinning around, confessing your mental slowness.” A peal of laughter erupts and has to run its course before he takes my hand and says, “Come on, Miss Fois Gras. Let’s get out of here before Lou sics any more nasties on us.”

  “I can’t believe we’ve finally ended our contracts with the Man himself.” I blink a few times as I shake my head.

  The incredulity on Ta’s face removes my smile. “Wait. All this time you thought Lou was Lucifer, Beelzebub, Mephistopheles, the Big Kahuna?”

  “Isn’t he?”

  Ta throws his arm around my shoulder. “Oh honey. Lou is a lesser demon at best, middle management. Seven portals, seven districts, seven Lous. They report to the greater, regional demons. Above them is the Demonic Council. The Council reports to the Head of the Damned. The Damned is the largest department, of course, but others include the Departments of Pestilence, Natural Disasters, the Apocalypse, the Fallen, who refuse to be lumped together with the Damned—”

  “Fuck me…”

  “Any time.”

  We make our way to the portal unmolested but find it barred by an army of foot-long scorpions.

  “What now?” I crouch behind a boulder with Ta and watch them patrol, their eight legs clicking a tattoo on the golden bricks.

  Ta hesitates, studying the scorpions. I know that look, a trickster’s mind spinning the fine filaments of a plot to deceive. “Mating season approaches. Perhaps I can accelerate the calendar. Once they start, they’ll be too busy dancing and mating to pay us much attention. The females will devour the males, further culling the ranks until the next generation comes.”

  “How are you going to do that?”

  “I am the master of pheromones of all species, my dear. Humans aren’t the only ones I can turn into succubi.”

  “Ewww.”

  “Hopefully I have enough powder left. Take notes from the master and learn.”

  Ta closes his eyes and hums. A curious scorpion crawls over to investigate, and when it’s almost upon us, Ta blows a greenish cloud of powder on it. “Let’s hope it’s a she.”

  The scorpion stops, turns in a circle and arches its stinger in a complete loop. Pincers elevated, it clicks back to its brethren. Two other scorpions immediately surround it.

  “Bingo,” Ta whispers. “The other females will follow suit, not wanting to be the last to seek a mate and finding only the dregs.”

  “I never stood a chance against you, did I?”

  “Not a whit.” The crooked curl of his smile triggers a fluttery jig in my gut. “But I never stood a chance against you either.” His smile fades. “I am sorry, Yve.”

  I roll my eyes and nudge him in the arm. “All water under the bridge now, isn’t it. But thank you, Ta. You’ve actually been an okay master.”

  He releases a soft snort and gazes at me sidelong. “Just okay?” A little boy dances behind the warm eyes resting on me.

  I bob my head from side to side. “If they made a greeting card to say thank you and goodbye to your succubus maker, I’d have purchased it for you, Ta, but I doubt they get much call for that sort of thing.”

  “Probably not, though Delia baked me a cake after her redemption.”

  My head snaps his way. “What? Wait. How many of your succubi have been redeemed?” All this time I’d assumed I was his first redemption since I was his first succubus.

  “Counting you?” His eyes roll up and his lips move as he works through some sort of computation. “Carry the five, makes … six hundred and sixty six.”

  “Ha ha. Very funny. Seriously though.”

  He faces me, his expression totally sober. “Yve. You were my first succubus, but you’re my last redemption.”

  “What?” I can’t wrap my head around what he’s telling me. I reflect on my track record of soul harvests. Sure I had a few slumps but for millennia I was a busy, busy succubus, one of the busiest. No way could all of his subsequent succubi have worked faster than me. “How is this possible? Are you telling me I’ve been riding the short bus for succubi all this time?”

  He shifts and licks his lips. A hand rises to smooth back his hair. He can’t or won’t meet my eyes.

  “Ta? Talk to me.”

  “Well, every contract is different. A couple were renegotiated. There may have been a few sweepstakes—“

  I press two fingers to his lips. “How many souls did the six hundred and sixty fifth succubus harvest?”

  “Uh, she was a special case, you know, not really indicative of the typical contract—“

  “How many?” I check my volume when a scorpion hisses a few feet away from us. “How many?” I repeat in a softer voice.

  “A thousand.”

  “Son of a bitch! A measly thousand? Seriously?” My lower jaw is too heavy to move into the closed position. It hangs in space, numb and lifeless.

  Ta shoots me a pained look. “Like I said, she was a special case, not typical.”

  “Okay then, how many other succubi had a million soul quota like me?”

  This time he doesn’t even hesitate. “You were the only one.”

  “And the next highest was?” I lower my chin and fix him in my laser sights.

  He shrugs. “Maybe a half million … ish.”

  “Geesh, Ta. I can’t believe this.” I want to throttle him, but now isn’t the time. There will be plenty of time for that later, once we get out of here, if we get out of here. “And how long have you been waiting for my millionth soul?”

  He squints and purses his lips. “I think Debbie had her redemption ceremony in nineteen seventy eight.”

  “Over thirty years ago. Wow. Just…wow.” Ta had been underfoot more these past few years. “How come you said you had to check on your girls, plural the last few times you visited me?”

  “Julie’s a wolf, the alpha female of her pack. She lives in the woods just north of where you live. She was just practice material. That’s all. The succubus critters don’t have soul contracts, obviously.” He offers nothing further. I don’t think I want to hear any more anyway.

  “The scuttling noises have nearly stopped.” I rise up to take a look. Ta pops up next to me.

  We spy as the mating frenzy slowly diffuses throughout the ranks. Most of the scorpions have paired off and danced into more secluded areas. The path to the portal is clear.

  Ta touches my arm and gazes into my eyes. “You do know, once you step through to the other side, you’ll be fully human again, right? Your ability to stave off aging and to regenerate from injury and disease will be gone.�


  I nod. I am so ready to grow old and finally rest, ready to earn my redemption from the mortal world, one day at a time. Though there’s still enough devil in me to want to hurt Ta for this massive fraud he’s perpetrated on me. All these years I have labored under the delusion that all succubi were alike, only to discover that for some, their time had been nothing more than a sexy vacation.

  I take Ta’s hand and we dash toward the portal. A couple of crusty old bachelors challenge us, but Ta’s and my swift kicks eliminate the pitiful threats. We’re nearly ready to jump through the portal when a hand locks on my arm and jerks me back.

  “Ta!” I scream and struggle against the hand I now see is attached to one of Lou’s right hand men. “Let me go, Raziel! I’ve paid my dues! I’ve been redeemed!”

  Raziel stands nearly seven feet tall—as mean as he is huge. He snarls and drags me closer, close enough to give me a noxious whiff of his breath. Ugh. Carrion mixed with cigarettes, coffee and rotten teeth.

  Ta is nowhere to be seen. The bastard must have jumped through the portal and left me behind. Why am I surprised? He’s always stuck it to me in some form or fashion. And yet, I am surprised. His betrayal saps all the fight from me.

  “We found an accounting error. You owe Lou one more soul.” Raziel grins, the rotten relics of his teeth like rows of tree stumps smeared in shit.

  “I do not! My records are meticulous. And dude! Doesn’t Lou have a dental plan for you guys?”

  Raziel actually looks hurt. “Shut the fuck up.” He gives me a rude shove and I am stumbling back to Lou’s for a second time.

  Chapter Five

  Lou sits behind his desk looking immaculate as usual. He’s reading something and doesn’t even look up when Raziel drags me inside and dumps me in a chair. Raziel takes his post immediately behind me.

 

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