Succubus Dungeon

by Eden Redd

  You cast Black Tentacles! Mana: 75/520

  You cast Black Tentacles! Mana: 25/520

  The mage smiled as two patches of black tentacles appeared, one after the other. They each sprouted before each incoming wave of demons, lashing out and coiling. Weapons clattered as they fell. An impish smile appeared on Lucian’s face as he sent a mental command to the magical constructs.

  Succubi screeched and hissed before black tentacles caressed tender places between their legs. Hisses turned to moans, lost to the stirring touch of the tentacles sliding against them and soon penetrating unguarded valleys. Moans flowed as many didn’t fight the sudden invasion, drinking in mana like hungry animals.

  Systra lifted a perfect eyebrow as Lucian walked like he had all the time in the world. Behind him, demons fought and moaned, the patches of tentacles keeping them occupied and at bay.

  “I said I won’t be stopped,” Lucian said with a wicked grin.

  The short distance was devoid of demons as the mage approached. Hand diving into his satchel, he pulled out a mana potion and a healing potion, popping corks from the top and drinking them at once.

  You drink Healing Potion! You gain 50 HP! HP: 172/250

  You drink a Mana Potion! You gain 50 Mana! Mana: 75/520

  The mage threw the empty potions to the side. Closing his spellbook, he slid it back into his satchel. The wounds along his side and back closed a little, but not completely. The bleeding stopped, but the tender pain was still there, throbbing like a worm on a hook.

  Lucian reached the dais steps and began to climb a step at a time. His gaze never wavered as he stepped up. Information touched his gaze, indicating the spells had begun to wear off. Behind him, bodies fell with lustful moans as the tentacles disappeared.

  The remaining succubi charged, but slowed down as they saw the lone man approach their queen mother. Blades pointed down and tails trembled in annoyance. Running had turned to a fast walk as they followed.

  Lucian reached the top of dais. Systra was unmoved, still as a marble statue. She was bigger than he could determine before, her height nearly ten feet. A long, outstretched leg stayed folded over the other.

  Dark crimson lips parted as the demon queen spoke with them for the first time in ages. “Many men and women thought they could please me. I fear your flame may not be bright enough to quench my thirst.”

  Lucian stood before her outstretched clawed foot. “They didn’t read your journal. You never say it outright, but William Fyre knew it as he pleased you. Your words betray you, but I’m not here to control you, not that I could.”

  The mage knelt down and cupped her foot in his hand. “I’ve come to pleasure you.”

  Systra watched as the mage bent his head down and kissed the top of her foot. Pale skin glowed as she eyed him, his lips lingering along her smooth skin. A breath later, Lucian’s tongue licked at her flesh.

  The demon queen took a quick breath, eyes never blinking as the mage ran his tongue along her glowing skin. The moment had seized the small man, kneeling before her and tasting her skin. Energy arced along long dormant nerves as the queen’s heart quickened. Without ceremony, she lifted her leg and placed the heel onto the stone floor.

  Lucian’s eyes were closed as he moved in between her long legs, tongue running against the inside of her knee and touching a warming thigh. Slowly, he opened his eyes to see her unguarded valley. It budded, glowing pink as wetness flowed. It called to him and he was caught in its siren song.

  “Show me, what you have learned,” Systra’s voice floated like spider silk.

  A crowd gathered at the base of the dais, looking up with lustful eyes. The queen sat; her thighs parted as the mage moved closer. The very air was still as no words were spoken.

  Lucian pressed his hands on Systra’s creamy white thighs. The scent from the queen’s demonhood was intoxicating. Never had he dreamed of such forbidden fruit. Body acting of its own accord, he buried his face between her thighs, tongue sliding out and tasting her unholy portal.

  Senses flared as Lucian became a ravenous beast. Each lick brought him a step closer to nirvana. Lips closed down and sucked as his tongue lashed at her glowing hot clit. Wetness coated his lips and cheeks as he could not break away. Barely breathing, he stayed buried, licking like a cat with a bowl of milk.

  Systra stared down at the small man between her legs. The sensations were lovely as she sat, but she had felt them before. Boredom filled her black eyes as the tiny ripples radiated from her sex. Thoughts of picking him up and ripping the man in half colored her thoughts until Lucian shifted. The demon queen’s eyes widened a hair as fingers stabbed into her while he slathered at her clit. A small gasp fell from her lips as his fingers reached within her valley, curved and grazed that special spot.

  Large breasts heaving, the queen’s hands fell to the throne’s armrests, fingers curling into the golden metal. Heat ran up her neck as her breath quickened. No man had known to touch her in that way except for her beloved William. His soul was from another universe, but his knowledge showed her things she never felt with ordinary people across Lukken. Inner barriers loosened as her legs spread a little wider.

  “No…” Systra hissed. “No…one knew. I didn’t…write it down,” She seethed.

  Lucian pulled away, wetness touching his cheeks, mouth and chin as his fingers worked the magic spot. “You weren’t the only one to keep a journal. I found William’s journal during my travels. Once I gleaned what I needed to know, they were burned so no one else would know your secret but me.”

  Her hips moved as Systra writhed to his touch. The demon queen took a trembling breath as the mage played her like violin. Fingers worked, rubbing the ridges within and issuing a gasp from the queen when he touched her just right.

  Lucian looked up, studying her as the pale skin along her neck glowed pink. She shifted, pressing herself to him and allowing lust to flow. The mage turned his head to her thigh, opened his mouth and bit down. Tender flesh filled his mouth and he bit a little harder. Wetness bloomed, soaking his hand as he continued to touch and rub her inner world.

  “Treacherous…mage…” Systra growled, but her hips moved to his touch.

  “I live to serve for your greater glory,” Lucian said with a smug smile.

  At the bottom of dais, succubi watched as their queen mother moved to a man’s touch. The air took on a heated need as they turned on each other like sharks during a frenzy, but instead of biting and tearing, they licked, fingered, and held each other in needful wanting. Moans rose up, blending with the queen’s short gasps. Bodies fell to the floor in loving embraces, moans growing louder.

  The sounds were music to Lucian’s ears as he buried his face between creamy thighs and licked at the queen’s engorged clit.

  The symphony carried on, filling the royal chamber in moans and gasps. Time ticked on, but all were lost to the seductive touch of bliss. Soreness touched Lucian’s wounds, but he ignored it, the taste of the demon queen filling him with purpose and demonic ecstasy. The hourglass spilled time until a long hour had passed, the royal chamber caught in seductive gravity.

  Systra’s eyes closed and she let out a small moan. Lucian’s face was firmly buried between her thighs when the queen’s hips bucked slightly. Wetness exploded, drenching his face and neck, the rest running down the front of the throne’s seat.

  “Mmmmmmmm,” the demon queen cooed before she lifted up a hand and snapped her fingers.

  Lucian’s eyes widened as he pulled back his head and hand. Systra stayed where she was, but the throne began to shift and morph. Carrying the queen, the throne changed its shape, spreading out and forming a wide, perfect circle. The mage stepped back as the queen was brought down, part of the shifting patterns turning into soft furs, pillows and blankets. A round bed solidified and Systra lay in the middle, a clawed finger beckoning the mage to her.

  Lucian bowed his head before crawling into the bed. He prepared to take his place; face buried between her hot thighs wh
en a shadow touched the edge of the bed. Systra gave a wicked smirk as Lucian turned his attention to the side, Nadia was standing at the edge, her body naked. The blue-skinned succubus eyed the man in the queen’s bed before turning her attention to Systra.

  “Mother, may I join you in your feast?” the succubus asked with a timid edge.

  Systra smiled. “You may my daughter. Warm him up before he pleases us.”

  Lucian smirked as the blue succubus crawled into bed. He knew they were not actually related, researching demons for most of his life. They were merely titles bestowed from demon royalty to their subjects. Knowing that did nothing to stop his growing erection as the blue succubus climbed onto the bed.

  The mage stayed on his knees as he opened his robe and shrugged it off. With a flick of his arm, the robe went sailing to the floor. Systra watched, her own pale hand running along her inner thigh. The thin fabric laying on her breasts pulled back and faded from sight, revealing her nude body.

  Lucian was mesmerized as he stared at her from between her parted legs. Delicate pink nipples rose up, surrounded by a smooth sea of white flesh. Dark crimson lips parted as fingers touched herself, swirling to the mage’s gaze.

  Lucian took a sharp breath as Nadia settled to the side, her back at Systra’s leg and dark blue lips kissing the side of his hardening shaft. Tongue out, she ran it along thickening inches before snaking under it and pulling the tip to her mouth. The mage stayed on his knees as the blue succubus suckled, wet inches appearing and disappearing between azure lips. The succubus touched herself in magical swirls much like the queen, moans vibrating against his cock.

  Systra cooed as she played with herself, seeing the passionate torment in Lucian’s eyes. It caused her to increase the tempo, wetness spilling as she rubbed her clit. Breasts heaved again as she took deep breaths. Red veins appeared along her inner thighs as she was reaching her climax.

  Lucian stared, wanting to spray his seed all over the queen as a warm mouth suckled on his cock. The gentle pulling and sucking grew until teeth grazed his shaft. The sharp points caused his cock to react, wanting to spurt his seed. A clawed hand rose up and caressed his back wound, opening it and blood trailed down his skin. The sudden pain prevented him from coming and Nadia moaned her approval.

  Systra let out an animal growl before her fingers swirled. The growl grew until she moved her hips, red veins glowing and surrounding her demonhood. Her sex glowed until it pulsed with flashing light. A stream of clear liquid squirted, striking Nadia and Lucian’s thighs.

  “Defile my daughter with your seed,” Systra commanded as she continued to swirl her glowing clit.

  Nadia pulled away from Lucian’s cock, looking up with innocent eyes and licking her lips. The mage took hold of his member and stroked it. The succubus didn’t open her mouth, staring up like a lost soul. The sights and sounds of the demon queen sent the mage over the edge as he couldn’t hold back any longer. With long strokes, white seed burst from his throbbing cock. Nadia let out a squeal, thick globs painting her blue face. She begged with heated whispers for more and Lucian pushed his soul through his member, spraying drops along her face.

  Bliss reigned as Lucian’s cock did not wilt. Nadia licked her lips, tasting his seed and her blue eyes glowed with supernatural light.

  “To me, my daughter,” Systra commanded with a whisper.

  Nadia obeyed, crawling over the queen and settling at her side. The queen held her close, faces inches apart when Systra began licking Lucian’s thick seed off of Nadia’s face. Lucian was stunned, his cock diamond hard as he watched. The queen was slow and deliberate, licking off the thick come and painting her lips with it. Nadia stayed there, loving her queen’s touch as blue colored hands grabbed at a large breast and squeezed.

  The mage looked down to the queen’s dripping valley. It called to him and would not deny it. Moving in, he crawled onto the queen, his head by her large breasts and his cock touching her wet valley. For a moment, he thought with her size, he wouldn’t be able to satisfy her, but as his hips moved, pushing the head of his cock to her opening, his fears were wasted. The queen’s womanhood was tight, the mage’s cock pushing at it. A growl filled his throat as his hips moved, almost violently to gain purchase. When he pushed with all his might, she spread her opening and inner walls, hands on her hips to help him along.

  The queen gasped as thick inches forced her open. A single leg curled around Lucian as Nadia clamped her mouth on one of the queen’s pale pink nipples. The succubus suckled while the queen sighed her pleasure. Lucian powered his hips until he was buried to the hilt. Body betraying him, he could not stop the primal movement as he thrust and pulled back with pure bliss.

  Nadia suckled as the queen’s arm held her close. Moans rose up as Lucian thrust with slow power. Systra squeezed him every time he pulled away which caused the mage to suck in a breath and drive back his blood sword into her snug opening.

  Systra writhed as she was taken by her succubus and mage. Once dead nerves fired to life as heat washed over her body. Something glowed along her heart and she let out a long moan, feeling it deep within her very being.

  Lucian could not be a man any longer, the bestial side of his soul roaring to the surface. Thrusting his hips, he stabbed his cock deep into her tight world. Jaw hanging open, he grunted before clamping his mouth on Systra’s other breast. He squeezed with a hand while his teeth bit and tongue lovingly slathered against her demonic nipple. The ebb and flow between the three bodies fell into natural patterns and rhythms as the queen’s moans filled the chamber.

  “Yes…yes…Feed on me my children,” Systra moaned.

  Lucian thrust as Nadia lifted her head. The succubus’s teeth sharpened and bit down on her Systra’s creamy breast. Blood burst around her mouth before the succubus tore away a chunk of flesh. The mage watched as she chewed like a feral animal, eating bloody flesh and her eyes rolling into her head.

  The mage looked down at Systra’s bloody tit, the wound closing up instantly but blood painting her white breast. The queen looked to the mage with half closed eyes, a sinister gloom filling Lucian’s soul.

  “Feed,” the queen commanded.

  Lucian curled his upper body as his hips thrust with power. He could not deny the symphony any longer as he opened his mouth and slammed his face into the upper part of her white stomach. Teeth clamped down on flesh and he pulled. Hips worked, thrusting his cock to the hilt, again and again. He was no longer in control as skin broke and blood filled his mouth. With a pull of his head, he tore away a chunk of her flesh and chewed.

  Dark power blasted his senses. It spiraled along his soul before infecting it like a scorpion stinging a kind hand. It burned as his cock thickened, spreading the queen’s inner world to accommodate him. Like a beast that had tasted flesh for the first time, Lucian’s head whipped forward, biting and pulling flesh, once, twice, three times. Streaks of blood painted Systra as she moaned her delight. Nadia bit at a nipple, blood flowing and she hungrily suckled.

  Darkness warped Lucian’s mind. The queen laughed and moaned, orgasm after orgasm causing her body to tremble. He looked down as her stomach glowed from their union, but the bloody slits from his bites didn’t close up. It had become a mad painting of blood, lust, and divine beauty.

  “Know your place, my lover,” Systra said with a wicked smile.

  The mage pulled his throbbing cock from the demon’s tight world. Shadows and darkness laughed. Nadia mewled as she suckled blood from the queen’s nipple. The chamber spun as Lucian abandoned his former life for his new role.

  The man climbed a little farther onto the demon queen and drove his cock into one of the wounds he created. Wet heat surrounded him as he stabbed like a living blade into her flesh. Systra’s eyes widened, blackness turning into purple swirls. Hips thrust deep, forcing the bloody wound to take every inch he could give. With a final stab, the queen cooed.

  Come spurted into the bloody wound, mixing his seed with her demon blood. Systra let
out a long, horrifying moan as Lucian could not contain himself. He smiled as he thrust, pushing every drop into the wound.

  Air flowed over the man as he lost all sense of who he was for a moment. The air was sweet and welcoming as thick tendrils of heat caressed his body. Looking down, he pulled his bloody cock from her wound. White seed and blood swirled as the wound closed.

  “There is no disgust in your eyes,” the queen said in a soft whisper.

  “No, there is not,” Lucian said as he felt like his true self.

  The mage stayed on his knees, looking to Nadia as she suckled and Queen Systra stared into his soul. Blood dripped off his cock and the mage grinned.

  “Lukken is home to the powerful and the light. I cannot stay on my knees while kingdoms rule, unchallenged. It has weakened their true nature. The Kunarr were right. The dragons had coddled the people across the world for too long. They sought to bring balance.”

  Lucian’s mind lamented on his academy schooling, how the powerful mages laughed at any challenges of restoring balance to the world. They had become lazy and corrupt, content to live in small mysteries rather than exploring the limits of the cosmos. He challenged them, but they mocked him. Fellow students mocked him. No matter how powerful he had become, they thought he was a pathetic boy in a man’s body.

  It clawed at him like a razor against sensitive flesh. Lovers entertained him, but they could never understand his view of balance. The light had become a dying sickness and the darkness needed to return, so every being would know their place in the cosmos.

  “We will restore balance to Lukken. I will serve you, love you and bring the darkness back so all will know their place, my Queen.”

  Systra smiled evilly as she beckoned with a clawed finger. “Nestle to my bosom so we may speak and love one another. I have such plans for you.”

  Lucian did as he was told, moving over her body and nestling against her. The sound of slurping blood filled the air as Nadia did not slow down her consumption. Lucian reached over, his hand touching the queen’s quivering demonhood, caressing her clit in loving circles.