Chapter 1: The Extraction
It stood opposite him, across a stone table with a dip in the center where a scene had been conjured in some sort of silver liquid. Two monks were traveling along the road together, one older, grizzled... a veteran of many years. The other was younger, just eighteen winters with a soft creamy complexion and light brown curly hair. He waved his hand over the pool of silver liquid and the image focused on the boy.
"Look at him closely," he commanded the succubus standing across the pool from him.
"Yesss, Massster," it replied in a sibilant hiss. The voice grated on him but the form was a pleasure to behold.
He looked at the creature as it stared into the scrying pool. It had taken the form he required of it, a beautiful peasant woman; dark limpid eyes, dark brown hair flowing to her waist, an olive complexion and a ripe body under the white blouse and long dark skirt. He felt his body stir at the sight but he was not so foolish as to ever pleasure himself with the succubus. It would most certainly be dangerous and could well mean his death. He looked back down at the pool.
"Memorize his features. His name is Nicolo. He has not yet taken his full vows but he is with the Brother Michael in the Italian town of Rinaldi. There will be a festival tonight with much drink. The good brother is known to imbibe freely and you should have no problem luring Nicolo away from him. Take him, collect his seed and return here for further orders."
"Yesss, Massster. It will be asss you command." The figure of the succubus shimmered and was gone.
The wizard watched the scrying pool for another minute before ending the spell that wrought it. It was a long-range plan but one that he was sure would pay well at fruition.
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Nicolo stumbled away from the heat of the bonfire and the loud noise of the crowd's merriment; people talking and laughing as musicians played. It was the annual festival of the founding of Rinaldi and he had enjoyed the ale that had flowed into his cup all day, every time he turned around. Now, he stumbled into the woods to relieve his aching bladder.
Nicolo found a spot, pulled up his robe and relieved himself with a groan. As he finished, he realized with a shock that he was being watched. A woman stood in the half light only twenty feet away, openly watching him. He quickly shook himself off and dropped his robe.
"I.... I beg your pardon, I did not see you there." He felt himself flush red in the receding light.
She stared at him directly then gave a half smile and gestured for him to come with her. She turned and Nicolo caught his breath as the remaining light showed him the outline of her luscious curves.
What could she want with him? She started to move away but looked over her shoulder at him and smiled again. Should he follow her or should he get Brother Michael? But Brother Michael had seemed even more out of it than Nicolo last he'd seen of him. What if someone needed help?
Nicolo stood there for a minute, undecided. He concluded that Christian charity required he see if there was trouble. He stumbled through the undergrowth after her and found that she had been standing on a path where it was easier to walk. He picked up the pace and caught up to her just as they reached a little clearing with a stable in it.
She turned and looked up at him. He felt himself drawn into the dark pools of her eyes that seemed to shimmer in the twilight. She reached out and took his right hand, lifting it to her breast. Nicolo found himself cupping the soft weight and felt his mouth go dry. He had never been with a woman, let alone touched one in such a way. He couldn't seem to think to pull his hand away though. The thought crossed his mind that this must be a drink-induced dream. He had probably passed out back at the fire.
The woman before him smiled and nodded her head as if in agreement with his thoughts. It must be a dream. She slid a hand up around the back of his neck and pulled him down to receive her kiss. Her lips were soft on his and he felt wetness as she licked his bottom lip with the tip of her tongue. He parted his lips and her tongue flickered into his mouth, stroking against his and the roof of his mouth. It felt so luscious. Nicolo felt a haze descend on his brain. He couldn't think. She moaned softly and he felt a jolt of electricity course through his body at the intimate sound.