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Chapter 11
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A door swung open into a lounge full of so-called gentlemen of the early nineteenth century. A succubus named Phoebe entered wearing only a collar, a corset, and a see-through gown. She would feast. Tomorrow, she would shower in gifts worthy of a goddess. These men, however, saw her as nothing more than their entertainment for the night. It was a gangbang, and she loved it. The men, once touched, thought nothing of their comrades disappearing.
She swiped a finger against the cum nestled at the top of her cleavage, and licked it when the last of twenty men perished. The door opened again, and the succubus leered toward it, out of her mind from the high she was experiencing.
“Oh look,” she said, “another wishes to join me.”
The man entered the room, but he did not wear an expression suitable for partying. Nor did he undress any part of himself. He carried a metal rod in one hand, and something unfamiliar to the succubus in the other.
However, the succubus did not care. Feed was feed, and pleasure was pleasure. With a grin, she ran for the man to pounce him.
He swung his rod. It hurt like lightning.
This angered the succubus now. Her eyes turned white. She was going to tear into this man before finishing him off. She had ways of making it feel better for herself than for the other men she had laid. She had ways of making them climax under excruciating pain. She made for another attack, but was struck down again in an instant.
The strange item was rested upon her fallen body before the succubus could get up again. Then she knew what it was. Her body was deteriorating already.
She screamed and clawed and kicked. The infernal relic did not fall from her diminishing form. It only got heavier. And that man, that terrible man, was beyond her reach, though still she tried She would have her way with that man.
Maryann reached against her mattress in the dark of the night. Her body had twisted from tossing and turning during that dream.
“Two hundred years,” said a woman’s voice. It took Maryann a moment to realize there was someone standing at her window, obscured by curtains that flowed even though the window was closed. “Centuries of waiting and wanting revenge, but knowing only lustful desire and isolation.”
Maryann said, “You’re not Genine. Who are you?”
The other woman turned out of the curtain. Hers was the same face as Maryann’s, but with different eyes. She said, “You already know the answer to that. I am the one who entered and mended your body, the one you tore in two."
This made Mary nod while recognizing the other succubus’s voice from that cave. “I’m pretty sure conversations like this are what get people committed.”
“You’re still dreaming. For that matter, so am I. You like dreaming of days gone by, and how things could have been different. I like dreaming of sex. It was only a matter of time before the two of us met and shared a dream.”
“Is that what happened to you? Two hundred years ago?”
“Sad, isn’t it? It could have been my greatest evening ever, rife with glory and pleasure, but some mortal with powers struck me down when the night was still young. If I had touched only once him, things would be different.”
“You did more than feed when you needed to,” Maryann said.
“Yes, I did. You, on the other hand, try to go as long as you can without it. What’s that; ten or fifteen years without using your power? A day at best when you do?”
“I hurt, kill, people if I feed.”
“Oh, this pesky soul. You’re right. I suppose that would be a problem for anyone with a conscience. It’s like a vampire I used to know; I think his name was Barney. Or was it Verne? Anyway, he too fed only when absolutely necessary, and it ate at him every time he drank blood. I never really understood it until now.”
“What happened to him?
“He tried to consummate his marriage to a volcano.” She paused, receiving a confused glare from Maryann. “He was drunk.”
“I don’t suppose there are any volcanoes near Paragon.”
“So what? You can sacrifice yourself a second time?” She laughed. “Even if there was one, I couldn’t let you, and not just because of what it would do to our other half. See what you’ve done, hero? You’ve caused me to think of others. I’m going to have to avenge my bad nature before you get any more grand ideas.”
Maryann pulled herself out of bed, but then she found herself standing in another room. What she saw was grotesque. Men stood bound by chains around pillar-like structures, each man surrounded by a stasis field.
“Cool, isn’t it?” asked the succubus, Phoebe, who stepped into view from behind one of the structures. “If nothing else, those worms in the Circle sure know how to preserve our food source. This could easily last us a week if either of us blew through my power each day. You almost have to wonder if someone planned for such a thing; almost.”
“Where is this?” said Mary.
“That’s right, you haven't been down here yet, have you? This is the cellar within the estate. It is where our servants retrieved those two men. Lucky that they found a pair of hardened criminals since they’re not all bad, not like they’d been told by their master. This man here killed a shopkeeper in an attempted burglary, and was caught by mages moments before he could turn himself in. This one was a bum who swindled a newlywed couple out of their belongings. The rest were merely vagabonds and runaways with minor records for stealing the food they needed to survive, all of them men no one would miss, and all were collected in the last twenty years to feed me come the day of my return.” The succubus paused and shook. Shivered? Mary wasn't sure that made sense.
“How do you know this? How did we get here?”
“Astral projection. You don’t need superpowers or the like to make it work, only the true power known as knowledge.”
One man turned his head toward her when she started stroking his cock.
“Hey,” said the succubus, “I think this one wants you.”
Mary shook her head, and turned away. Before she knew it, Mary was outside. She saw Genine sleeping in a chair on the lawn.
Phoebe followed. She walked past the good succubus toward the young lady in the chair.
“She is so cute,” remarked the bad one.
The good said, “She should be inside where it’s warmer.”
“Don’t you know? Since the last time she had slumbered on our bed, and fallen prey to our sexual body energy, she decided to sleep out here, hoping we would never find her. The sprinklers will wake her, and the girl will move on with her morning duties. So sweet, so pure. I crave her.”
“You can’t devour her life energy.”
“Sure I can. Do you remember in the cave when I said that female virgins are a delicacy? The problem is that it takes effort. You have to want it.”
Phoebe let her fangs grow and her tongue become wicked.
“You have to strive for it,” said the bad succubus. She lowered herself so that her head faced the young mage’s crotch. “And take it, like this.”
Then Mary tackled her. She landed on the hard floor of the cellar, hearing the other half of her being laugh. It echoed and chilled Mary to the bone.
“Leave her alone,” said the good one.
“Still trying to be the hero,” said Phoebe. “If you were a real hero, you would have left the island already to try saving people.”
“You know what my touch does. You know the risks.”
“So you think being a hermit will save the world? Evil wins when good people do nothing, or did you never learn that? Face it, you know deep down that it’s over. Your time as a hero came and went with one final act, and it’s failed. Think about how good it felt when those men fucked you while that girl watched. Think about how much you wanted her then.”
“Stop it. Get out of my head.”
“Better yet, think about that dream. You felt every instant, smelled and tasted every ounce of it. You could have had more, you wanted more like I did.”
“That wasn’t me, damn you,” Mary said.
“No, not the first time, but tonight it might as well have been. You loved it. Every thrust, every touch, every drop of cum. You wanted more, didn’t you?”
The good succubus squeezed her eyes in shame. “Yes, I did.”
“You’d take more now if you could.”
“Stop it, please.” Her voice broke to a whimper.
“Say it. Say you want more.”
“I . . . I want more.”
“Then I have a surprise for you. Open your eyes.”
Mary did so, and saw the bad succubus drenched in the pearly goo. Phoebe said cheerfully, “Hi there,” and pounced the good half. They fell on her bed.
Drops of cum dripped onto Mary when the other said, “If Kyra could see you now. Oh well, she will soon enough. I have plans for her.” Every drop aroused Mary even more, but the bad succubus went on while beginning to straddle her opposite. “I’ll tell you what, let’s make a deal. If I make you come before you can wake up, then I will devour you, and we’ll do things my way from now on.”
She broke to kiss her good half on the neck. Then she said, “Of course, you could try to devour me.” Another kiss, this time on a boob. “If you think you have it in you. Then my memories are forever yours along with whatever remains of your conscience. Wake now, and the day will be yours . . . hero.”
Phoebe grinned, and closed in on the good half’s pussy.
Genine awoke moments before the sprinklers could go off, and she wandered drowsy-eyed through the house until she got to her mistress’s room. She felt the need to apologize to the succubus, not as a servant but as a friend. It made little sense to her. She opened the door, but no one was there. “Mistress?” she called.
The female mage explored the upper levels of the house, whispering for Maryann, but still received no response. Then Sean joined her from the cellar.
“Have you seen Mary?” they asked in unison.
When Genine shook her head, Sean said, “A couple of the men are missing from downstairs. There wasn’t any dust.”
“OK, don’t panic. Maybe Mistress decided on a late snack, and took them both somewhere private on the estate.”
Max ran in then. He said, “You’re both here!”
“Of course we are. Have you seen Mary?”
“No. I was just down by the beach. There were more footprints.”
“Visitors?”
“The boat is missing. We’re trapped on this island unless we swim for the mainland.”
Genine gasped. “She left us. Mistress Mary is gone.”
