“Yes!” Charlotte yelled with glee as she stepped out of the circle.
A doorway… no, a portal had appeared where she had once stood. Through the shimmering oval, I saw a lava-drenched landscape covered with twisted burnt trees, crawling worms the size of school busses, and distant mushroom clouds of obliteration.
“Wait, where is this?” I gasped the question as the door splintered again. I saw that there was actually metal within the wood. It explained why it was taking Ashley so long to destroy it.
“It is Hell, of course.” My girlfriend said it as if I was a complete idiot.
Maybe I was. No. I definitely was a complete idiot.
“Is it safe for me to go there?” I asked as the beautiful succubus girl hastily wrapped my wrist with the remainder of her torn-off skirt.
“Sure, as long as you are with me. But I have no idea what my lord will do with you,” she replied casually as she finished bandaging my wound.
“Wait, but, ummm. Can we talk about this? I don’t think I want to go.”
“Haha, why not?”
“It seems dangerous. Your lord? Do you mean Satan?” As I said the words, the tip of one of the saw-toothed ‘Abyss blades’ slammed through the metal of the bathroom door.
“Yes. He’ll want to meet you. Will probably devour your soul to learn your magic, but he might torture you for a few hundred years before that happens.”
“What! No! This is crazy. Charlotte, I th-th-thought that you liked me?” I screamed, and a larger part of the sword crashed through the door.
“Liked you?” she asked with a puzzled tilt of her head.
“You saved me,” my voice came out as a whine. “I saved you too.” My whine had faded to a whimper.
“Oh, you silly boy.” Her fingers brushed across my face, and she licked her wonderful lips. “I saved you because I wanted to gift you to my lord. There has never been a human like you born, and, if he can figure out your magic, it could give us an edge in the war. I’ll also get a rather tasty promotion. Maybe I’ll be gifted with new powers. Oh, oh, oh, don’t cry, pet,” she sighed and then pulled my chin toward her face.
Her full lips met mine, and her talented tongue pushed into my mouth. This was a French kiss, and my fear suddenly vanished like a fire doused with water. The girl moaned into my mouth with obvious enjoyment, and every part of my body filled with joy, pleasure, and luscious arousal.
Too soon, the kiss broke, and I let out eighteen years of angst with a long exhale.
“There, see? That was delicious.” She licked her lips again, and her purple eyes pulsed like a burning fire. “Now it is time to go, Sherman. The Lord of Hell awaits both of us.” Charlotte moaned the words, grabbed me by the injured wrist, and pulled me with her into the portal.
Just as Ashley broke through the bathroom door.
The dark angel screamed when she saw us dive into Hell, and I screamed from the sudden pain that crashed into my soft body. It felt as if a thousand fire-ants were biting me. It felt as if my mind was being torn asunder by thirty migraine headaches, and it felt like someone had injected ten pints of mercury into my heart.
My vision turned to fire, my skin felt as if it was melting away, and the cheerleader’s gorgeous face swirled like one of those spin-table paintings. I was falling, no swimming, no tumbling through an endless void, and it felt like I would never gain my footing again.
But hey, at least Charlotte had finally remembered my name.
ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED!
She had also kissed me full on the lips, with tongue, and had seemed to enjoy the experience.
ULTIMATE ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED!
The end... for now
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
Copyright © 2016 by Michael-Scott Earle
Table of Contents
Table of Contents
Title Page
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
End Notes
01- Succubus! Page 6