This chapter is largely devoted to the protagonist having sex with multiple female demons. Please remember that this chapter is Erotic Horror, and not intended for the squeamish or faint-of-heart. While there isn't actual incest occurring in this chapter, don't be shocked if you see references to it. There is some graphic violence towards the end, and there is a demon that threatens to violently assault a woman. You have been duly warned. All sexually active characters are 18 years of age or older. All rights reserved, and thank you for reading my work. You, dear reader, are the reason why I write.
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I walked out to the barn, carefully clutching the heavy glass perfume bottle in both hands. I was grateful that it hadn't broken inside the house near the ladies, and I didn't want to risk allowing it to break before I was ready to properly deal with the succubi that it contained. I ducked beneath the flapping strand of plastic yellow police tape and pushed the rotting wooden barn door open. The hinges were rusted and stiff, and they groaned ominously as the door slowly creaked open. I had the odd feeling that the sad old barn itself wished to deny me entry and be left alone with its tragic memories.
I entered into the large, dimly-lit space within the barn. There should have been plenty of ventilation blowing through the gaps in the decaying walls, but the air felt heavy, musty, and unwholesome. Everything about this decrepit old barn made me feel unwelcome. I peered into the dark corners where the light faded to reveal nothing but shadows and vague, indistinct shapes. A chill ran down my spine as I carefully scanned my surroundings.
I didn't sense Enyo's presence, which was good. I looked forward to getting to know the daughter that I had been forced to father the previous night, but her companionship here at this moment would serve to do nothing but complicate an already very dangerous situation. If I already had to single-handedly deal with four succubi in order to revive Dionysus, then it wouldn't be difficult at all for a goddess who wished to thwart my plans to do any number of things that could cause me trouble. And if Enyo did not know what my plans were, then I didn't want her getting involved and getting hurt. I chalked the absence of Enyo's presence to some enchantment or scheme on the part of Ishtar, and hoped that I could deal with the demons before Enyo found me and figured out what was occurring.
I moved a pile of rusted antique tools from a section of a stained, splintered workbench, and began removing my clothes. I folded them neatly into a pile on the battered antique wood, ensuring that my pants were on top in case I needed to access anything in the pockets. I felt increasingly vulnerable as I removed layer after layer of my clothing. I stood naked in the center of the room and began stretching my muscles out of old habit, as though expecting an exercise session or a martial-arts match.
I looked down at the bottle in my hand. The polished glass reflected the dusty beams of light that filtered through the cracks in the rotten walls. Beneath the glass, the dark contents writhed and swirled angrily. Something flesh-colored pressed against the glass from within. The succubi wanted out. I took a deep breath, and wondered if it was appropriate for me to pray for my safety. I remembered what Skagematuck had told me about the prayers of Erin, Rachelle, and Cherise, and I hoped that they were remembering me now. I decided that a brief prayer wouldn't hurt, and dedicated a moment to the task. If nothing else, it would help to clear and focus my mind on the task at hand.
I hefted the bottle, still surprised at how heavy it was. I tossed it into the air, and caught it. I smiled, watching the seething inky vapors swirl furiously against the glass. The demons didn't appear to enjoy having the bottle that contained them tossed about. Considering what they had done to the family that lived at this house, it was difficult for me to feel too sorry for them. I raised the bottle over my head, and then slammed it down hard against the dirt floor.
The bottle did not simply break. It literally exploded with a sound like a firecracker, releasing a churning cloud of noxious-looking black smoke that quickly filled the large barn with an impenetrable, swirling darkness. The vapors resembled the smoke from a pile of burning tires in appearance, but the smell was something different entirely. My cock was rock-hard even before I consciously recognized the delightful smell of sex that filled the air. I breathed in deeply, inhaling the scent of glorious, enticing, fertile feminine sexuality as the dark clouds rubbed against my nude body in an increasingly physical manner. The air was slowly clearing as I felt lips against my chest and hot breath against my penis. My hand brushed soft feminine buttocks.
The air was now clear enough for me to see around myself, and my breath caught in my chest as I saw the four impossibly beautiful figures that surrounded me. I knew that demons have no bodies in a truly physical sense of the term, and that what seemed to be physical bodies could only be a mockery of matter and mass. Even so, what manifested in front of me seemed every bit as real as anything that I had ever beheld in my life.
The succubi looked like obscene primeval archetypes of ancient, powerful, and unrestrained raw female sexuality that was frightening in its intensity, but which irresistibly attracted me to them. I now understood why the Aztecs had mistaken one of these creatures for a goddess. The bodies of the succubi appeared to have been perfectly designed for the purposes of seduction and the raw, carnal act of sex. Their shapely legs led up to broad hips and glorious asses, flat tummies and large breasts with prominent nipples. Every curve of their bodies was constructed perfectly for the purpose of luring and ensnaring their prey, driving any man insane with uncontrollable lust.
