🖤 Desperately Seeking Succubus - Part 2
A return to the summoning
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Navigating the human road was awkward, and finding their way seemed almost impossible at first. He knew he had not flown far when he escaped the site of his summoning. But flying in the night sky and riding in a vehicle were nothing alike. Originally, he had never intended to return. So, he had not bothered to pay attention to how he was leaving and what was behind him. As the miles went by, he worried that finding the sorcerers might be a fool’s quest.
How would he ever recognize that dark place again?
However, he found he could use his pain to guide Jenna down the winding highways and twisting roads. A mild sense of irritation became an insistent throbbing in his temples as they drew closer and closer to that accursed destination. Finally, as they crested a last hill, he saw the city sprawling across the valley below. The sun was setting, and lights began sparking on, twinkling as far as their eyes could see. He recognized it now, having escaped into the night skies above to flee this place before. This “aerial view” was indeed helpful.
He pointed to the other side of the valley. “There. Do you see that tower with the flashing crimson light? We need to reach that place.”
Jenna nodded and navigated the twists and turns of the roads below to find her way across the city. The evening darkness enveloped them as they crawled through tree-lined streets in a neighborhood sprinkled with enormous mansions tucked behind forbidding walls and steel gates.
Maranihr sighed as he felt his body relax with the nightfall. The darkness of this world felt much safer for him, since his imposing size and inhuman features made it challenging to blend in with people. He asked her to roll down the windows, since he could not figure out how to navigate next. This ground-level view was unfamiliar.
Cool air flowed into the vehicle. He inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of trees, flowers, pavement, and even the men and women living behind those walls. Ah, there it was. The memory tickled the back of his mind. He remembered them well, even though he had never seen their faces. The scent of the sorcerers who had summoned him was imprinted in his brain, tangled and twisted with the agony of his torture and enslavement. He would never forget them.
“We are close. Stop here.”
Jenna pulled to the side of the street and parked under a dark tree with its branches hanging low. “What now?”
“Now I hunt. You stay here. I will return.”
Cautiously, he got out and pulled a large coat around his massive frame. If anyone saw him under brighter lights, they might question the bulk on his back. But in the darkness, he hoped no one would pay much attention.
Maranihr continued to explore the neighborhood, following the faint scent that slowly grew stronger. Eventually, he found a dark mansion that felt uncomfortably familiar, so he approached it cautiously. Even though he was a demon, he knew he could not face many sorcerers at once. If they were all here tonight, this would not end well.
However, as he moved closer, he sensed… nothing. It was most certainly the site of his summoning. Tentatively, he touched the throbbing wound of his entry into this world. It ached and echoed. But he could feel no trace of the men responsible. As darkness settled over the neighborhood, he approached the large house. Even though the exterior lights glowed, the windows were dark. Moving up the sidewalk, he noticed a small sign planted in the front lawn.
“For Sale. Contact Meredith Washington. 800-555-1212.”
It had been centuries since his last experience in this world, but even he knew what this meant. The property was now empty, and the previous owners wanted to sell it to someone else.
Fuck.
Sighing deeply, he walked to the front door and considered breaking in to explore. Perhaps they had left clues that would help him uncover more information. But he quickly dismissed the idea. Damage like that would be noticed and make the sorcerers aware of his return.
Maranihr walked back to reexamine the sign. Perhaps he should return to the car to get Jenna and bring her back. She would know what to do with this information. As he hesitated, he heard the front door open behind him.
“May I help you?”
Slowly, he turned to face the woman standing in the doorway. Her eyes opened wider as she took in his height and build, but—oddly enough—she didn’t seem afraid.
Good. Very good. This was a human of substance.
“Yes, thank you. I believe you can help me. I am interested in this… place. What can you tell me about it?”
Carefully, he walked toward her. He gave her a small smile, reinforcing that he was not a threat. He had to close the distance so she could take in his scent. It did not work every time, but it could not hurt. He knew human women were often affected by his presence.
She frowned. “Well, you’re a bit late for the open house. Perhaps you could call my office tomorrow!”
He reached the doorway and leaned closer to the agent. “I understand. I am sure you are ready to leave. I know how tiring it can be to work so hard and not be appreciated for what you do. Believe me.”
She laughed. “Well, aren’t you the charmer? Yes, I am tired. But… are you serious about this? If so, I can stay a few minutes longer.”
He bowed, knowing the movement would cause his masculine scent to wash over her. “Oh, lovely lady, I am deadly serious. I have never been so serious in my very long life.”
Her eyes danced, and he felt the shift in her body. His heightened senses detected her heart beating more quickly. Her pupils dilated to take in his facial features. Her body language warmed and softened as she unconsciously leaned closer to him as well. Mmmm, she was tuned into his movements and seemed receptive. This encounter might be even more valuable than he had expected.
She stepped back into the home and moved to one side. “Well then, come inside. Let me give you a tour!”
Nodding, he stepped past her and reached for the door to close it behind him. “Wonderful! Thank you, kind lady. Perhaps we could start with the level below? I have plans for a space like that.”
She gave him a strange look, the corner of her mouth turning up in a tiny smile. “Oooookay… Well, that’s not where I usually start the tour. But for you? Sure, let’s go down to the basement.”
She moved away from him, walking to the door that led to the stairs below. He had studied females of many species for thousands of years, so he knew his eyes did not deceive him. Her hips swayed differently than before. Her body moved in that unmistakable manner that signaled she knew he was watching her from behind.
Maranihr ducked to clear the doorway and followed her downstairs. Despite his unnatural power, an unpleasant ripple surged through his stomach. He remembered this place. He remembered the damp smell and the feel of the chilled air. It was here they had summoned him into this world and enslaved his body in excruciating magical chains to bind him to this realm.
He hated feeling fear.
A brief wave of rage crested and washed over his immense form. Soon. Soon he would find them and destroy them all. But first, he needed the information locked within their fragile minds—skulls that would crumble beneath his powerful hands.
Meredith flipped on the lights and illuminated a recreation area that no longer looked like the previous basement. The space had changed drastically. A massive screen covered one wall, and a circular array of plush couches and chairs faced it. Behind them was a pool table, more tables and chairs, and a mirrored bar displaying dozens of bottles.
Maranihr frowned and closed his eyes. Inhaling deeply, he took in the faint scent of the original floor, walls, and moisture. The smell was barely there, but it was the same. Despite the changes, he knew this was the original site. But he could also tell that the men were gone—long gone. He could barely pick up traces of their scent—the bitter aroma of twisting power, arrogance, and fear that was layered just underneath their obscene ambitions.
The demon moved across the room and eased onto the large couch. It complained under his weight. He took a deep breath and sighed. “Yes, this will do. I am pleased with it.”
The realtor laughed. “Well, that was easy! So, you’re ready to sign on the dotted line, are you? Somehow, I doubt that.”
He patted the cushion next to him. “Perhaps. Here, join me. Tell me more about this place.”
She raised her eyebrows, but moved to the couch and sat next to him. “What would you like to know?”
“Where are the owners? Why are they not here?”
Meredith squinted at him. “Are you new to buying real estate? The owners are never here for showings. Besides, they no longer live in this neighborhood. Why would you want to see them, anyway?”
“I… have a way with people. I am sure there are truths about this place that only they know. I have many questions that only they can answer.”
She sighed. “Well, I could arrange communication with them if you want to ask your specific questions. But that won’t happen tonight, of course. Do you want to see more of the house, or are you ready to go?”
She started to rise from the couch, but Maranihr took her wrist gently and pulled her back down next to him. Leaning closer, he looked into her wide eyes and kissed her lips softly. Shocked, she pulled back a little. But then her pupils dilated as his magical cocktail of sensual chemicals took effect. A hunger came into her eyes, and she put her hand behind his head and pulled him against her mouth. Kissing him deeply and savagely, she moaned and growled with need.
The demon’s hand stroked her body as they kissed. Fingertips grazed the tips of her hard nipples as he explored her full breasts. He slid his large palm across her stomach, down to her skirt, and between her legs. She whimpered as his hands slid up under the hem, pushed her thighs apart, and discovered her moist heat. His fingertips traced her pussy lips in lazy circles as she panted and writhed on the couch.
Maranihr’s deep voice rumbled and echoed in the basement. “Mmmm, I feel your sweet heat. You want to give your pussy to me, don’t you?”
“Mm-hmm… I do. Take me. Make me yours!”
He chuckled. “Soon, little one, soon. I will fill you and make you one of my wives. You are worthy. But for now, give me your pretty mouth. I need it. Mmmm… show me how well you can worship my cock.”
Smiling, the realtor eagerly slid off the couch to kneel between the demon’s large legs. She reached for his waist to free him from his pants. He helped her with the cumbersome human clothing that he was forced to wear in this world. His immense cock bounced into the air in front of her face. With wide eyes, she grasped the thick base of his shaft and slowly stroked it.
Groaning, Maranihr slid his hand into her hair and behind her head. His need had been rising for hours and was now reaching an unbearable point. Without the release he craved, he feared he would lose control and frighten her. But she already knew what he wanted.
Pulling his cock closer, she leaned forward and licked him from base to throbbing tip. The slow, wet, sloppy strokes from her tongue made him glisten as her saliva dripped down the shaft. He moaned as she licked him harder and faster, pausing at the top to suck the swollen head into her mouth.
The incubus could no longer tolerate her teasing, so he pulled her down and thrust his cock into her hot mouth. She gagged and struggled a bit as he slid deeper between her lips and down her throat. Gulping, she took as much of him as she could and began bobbing up and down. He lifted his hips to time his thrusts with her sucking—fucking her wet mouth.
“Mmmphhh…” the woman mumbled around his shaft and moaned as she sucked him harder and faster. He felt the familiar rising crest of his orgasm building at the base of his spine. The tingling, swelling sensation filled his body with warm sparks. He let himself ride the wave as it pulsed with increasing intensity.
It wouldn’t be long now…
With a rumbling growl, Maranihr let go and allowed the orgasm to erupt and race through his body. His cock pulsed as hot cum erupted and flowed into Meredith’s slick mouth, spilling out and running down her chin. He continued thrusting and pushed deep into her throat so that she would swallow his seed. Filling her with his essence would strengthen their bond. She gagged and swallowed, taking as much of him as she could.
The release wasn’t enough. He needed more. Lifting her from his cock, he slid off the couch to rise to his feet. With his great strength, he easily lifted the woman into the air and turned her around to have her kneel on the cushions in front of him. With one hand, he slid her skirt above her waist and pulled her panties down with his other. He could smell her wet pussy, dripping with arousal and need.
It made him hungry…
Kneeling on the floor behind her, he leaned forward and began kissing and biting her round ass. She whimpered and pushed back against him. He grabbed her strong thighs to hold her in place as his tongue traced the cleft of her butt and slid lower. Probing with the tip, he slid his tongue into her tart pussy. She tasted so damn good.
His unnaturally long tongue was able to reach her swollen clit, which he circled and tapped with the tip. She moaned and twisted as he teased her with it. Pressing firmly, he traced circles around her clit and lightly dragged the tip of his tongue across it before moving up to lick her pussy again. He thrust his tongue inside her, over and over, then slid it out and teased her clit again. He could feel her body shuddering in response to his touch. She was close…
Maranihr pulled her back against his face so he could lick and suck her pussy harder. She wiggled, but he wouldn’t let her escape the fevered attention of his hot mouth. Her whimpering and moaning echoed in the dark basement. Suddenly, she shoved her ass back into his face as a quivering orgasm ripped through her body. She screamed and shuddered as the waves rippled and flowed like erotic electricity. He knew human women responded differently to him, and she was having an orgasm like never before in her life. No human male could ever give her what he was capable of doing.
She was his now. Forever.
He wanted to fill her with his cum again. But this time, he felt the overwhelming urge to breed her—to pump his seed deep into her human womb. It was an ancient, sensual dance that had transpired in this world for thousands of years. Their men would never satisfy them as fully as his kind could. Seducing their women wasn’t as challenging as it had been to win over his succubus. But they were still a delicious fruit he could not resist, even if they would never give him the offspring that Vianelle could.
Standing and grasping his thick cock in one hand, he pressed the slick, swollen head against her wet opening. His other large hand grasped her hips to hold her steady. Moaning, she wiggled her ass and arched her beautiful back for him. Thrusting forward, he buried himself deep inside, stretching her pussy with his thickness. She was so hot and wet… eager for more of him.
With both hands on her hips now, he pulled her back hard with each thrust so he could bury himself fully. Her body shook with the intensity of his hunger. But he had to keep his full strength in check. Only Vianelle could handle his power when he was unleashed completely.
He must find her. He needed her so badly.
With each thrust, he felt the familiar energy rising again. The slow swelling of erotic power was building and dancing up and down his spine. His insatiable appetite was a blessing and a curse. He was eternally capable of performing, but he was never completely satisfied. The more sex he had, the more he wanted. The more he filled his concubines with his essence, the more he wanted to fuck them again and again. He had learned the hard way that human women could not tolerate this. Hence his need to expand his harem.
He was close now… There was no reason to restrain himself any longer. She was already won. So, he permitted himself to relax and release. With one last deep plunge, he roared into the darkness and exploded. Hot cum pulsed into her slick pussy as he continued to pump deeper with his hunger to breed her. Pulling her hips back against him with each thrust, her curvy body shook as she absorbed his inhuman strength.
Gasping and panting, he held himself inside to recover. She was still beneath his massive form, and the ancient magical cocktail of the incubus flowed deep inside her womb. With every act, orgasm, and infusion of his seed, her bond with him grew stronger.
The demon dropped onto the couch next to her as she flipped over to join him. They were silent for a few minutes as their heart rates slowed. Then, she snuggled underneath his massive arm to cuddle up next to him.
His deep voice rumbled. “So, the sellers. I need to find them. You will help me now, correct?”
She nodded. “Of course. I know where their office is downtown. I have an access card because I frequently handle real estate transactions for them. It’s a bit strange for a home like this one, but the seller is a corporation. I’m not sure who the real people in power behind it are, though. But I’ll take you to where you can find them. Well, at least someone who works for them.”
“Good. Thank you. Let’s go now. One of my wives brought me here, so she can take us.”
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