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AUTHOR'S NOTE
This is the conclusion to the story that begins with Succubus Summoning 101.
Apologies for leaving you all on that big cliffhanger. Originally this was supposed to follow a couple of weeks after 113, but then real life intervened again and free time ended up in short supply.
Enjoy!
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"It's time," she said, her lips curling up in a cruel smile.
Her words sent splinters of ice through Phil's naked skin.
A few months back Phil would have expected finding himself naked and lying underneath a beautiful, voluptuous and above all naked blonde girl to have provoked a range of strong emotions. Most of them would have been the obvious ones, but he wouldn't have been too surprised if a little fear or apprehension entered the mix. Back then he'd still been a virgin, so a few worries were understandable.
Worries, yes. Even some fear. But complete outright terror?
No, he wouldn't have expected to feel that.
This wasn't a normal blonde girl though. This was Nurse Honey -- Mamǝḵā Bēyˁṯān -- and despite her delectable appearance she wasn't human but a succubus: a daemonic sexual vampire. Phil was in deadly danger.
"No," he opened his mouth to cry.
Mamǝḵā Bēyˁṯān was faster. She scooped up his head and smothered his cry in the soft flesh of a large breast. Phil knew what was coming even as her breast shivered and her nipple squirted thick honey into his mouth. It was sweet like the most exquisite sin. Phil tried to swallow but the substance was as sticky as tar. It blocked his throat and flooded his mouth as Mamǝḵā Bēyˁṯān pumped more and more fluid between his unwilling lips.
Strangely, even though his throat was completely clogged with cloying sweetness, he had no trouble breathing. Air passed through the barrier with ease, but it came out the other side tainted, filling his lungs with heavy, soporific nectar.
Mamǝḵā Bēyˁṯān kept pumping thick honey into Phil's mouth until his eyes glazed over. He gurgled as the constant oozing stream welled up through his nostrils and bubbled out of the corners of his mouth.
Her prey subdued, Mamǝḵā Bēyˁṯān released his head and tenderly lay it back down on the bed. Phil blinked in confusion. His body felt as heavy as a sack of sand, as if he hadn't slept for a week. His mind was clouded, dragged down and submerged in tar as sweet and as thick as molasses. It was hard to think.
He was in some kind of danger, he thought dimly. He had to... what?
"Relax," Mamǝḵā Bēyˁṯān said, her voice soothing. "I'll take care of you now..."
She sat on top of him and brought the dripping lips of her pussy close enough to kiss the tip of his engorged erection. Thick amber ambrosia oozed out from between her labia and ran down his shaft, sending shivers of pleasure ahead of it.
"... forever."
Mamǝḵā Bēyˁṯān smiled and sat down on his erection, drawing his cock up into the warm, honey-filled embrace of her vagina. She engulfed his full length before languidly lifting her hips in a slow, teasing stroke. Phil felt the suction as her sticky pussy exposed the skin of his shaft in grudging centimetres.
Overcome with bliss, Phil stared into her radiant face as she rose above him. She met his gaze and smiled beatifically down at his prostrate form.
An angel.
No. She might have the face of an angel, but looking at her Phil saw only death.
She descended back down on him. Ripples of warm honey bubbled out over his crotch, popping with wet sounds as Phil's cock and balls were inundated. Waves of pleasure cascaded through his body. No, it was something more insidious and solid than simple sensation.
Warmth flowed through Phil's body. Her warmth, he realised. Her honey. It was creeping through his body, oozing through the moist spaces within him, tickling his inner organs as it squeezed between them.
"Soak in my pleasure," Mamǝḵā Bēyˁṯān purred. Her voice was soothing, but her smile was cruel and her eyes shone with naked hunger.
She picked up the pace, her soft fleshy buttocks slamming down on him harder and faster. More of her honey flowed into him. It inflated his dry balls and seeped through his body, enveloping and smothering his organs. She filled him with a warmth that left him soporific and enervated. He felt like he was slowly sinking into the soft bed.
Mamǝḵā Bēyˁṯān sighed in bliss. She slid slowly up and down his cock. At the apex her pussy fluttered and a thick glob of liquid ran down his erection and covered it in an amber sheaf.
"Yes, release yourself into me," she sighed.
Phil felt the stirrings of an orgasm rising in his balls. More than that he felt an odd sensation within his body as her honey wrapped snugly around his organs and began to gently, but insistently, tug.
Cold perspiration rose on his forehead as realisation of the danger he was in finally pierced the fog clouding his mind. Panicking, he looked around. The other succubi were too busy pleasuring each other to pay attention to him.
Mamǝḵā Bēyˁṯān put a soft hand on his temple and moved his head until he was staring up into her white eyes. She folded her wings until they fell down on either side of Phil like the canopy of a hospital bed.
"I offer intimacy such as no mortal can ever experience," Mamǝḵā Bēyˁṯān whispered.
She sighed as her pussy pulsed and shivered around Phil's cock. The air was saturated with the cloying aroma of sin and sex. She sat down on him all the way and slowly rocked back and forth, stirring his cock in the oozing well of her pussy. Her honey saturated him and flowed through his body in pleasurable little ebbs and eddies.
Phil felt another little twitch in his balls. It was answered with a stronger twitch throughout his body as Mamǝḵā Bēyˁṯān's secretions tightened their grip. It was like being cocooned in thick honey, only the cocoon was beneath his skin.
"Yes, you're close. I can feel it," the succubus sighed, her eyes half closed in pleasure.
She picked up the pace of her thrusts, getting faster and faster. Phil lay helpless beneath her. The room was filled with wet squelching sounds as his cock entered her sugar-dripped vagina again and again, faster and deeper.
Another ominous twitch tickled his balls. He felt electric shivers of pleasure escape his sexual organs and crackle through his body, carried by the waves of Mamǝḵā Bēyˁṯān's smothering honey. Part of him was being drawn out, trapped like an insect caught in gum.
"Yes. A little more, fledgling," Mamǝḵā Bēyˁṯān murmured. "Release it."
She arched her back and raised her wings. Her body came down on him faster and faster, her large breasts bouncing with each impact.
Phil heard screams. They were faint at first, but they grew louder as though they were approaching him fast down a long tunnel. Or he was racing to meet them. It was hard to tell. There were no words, only incoherent cries of loss and longing for freedom.
Phil squirmed beneath the demon. His hands clenched and unclenched against the sheets of the bed as he fought to hold back the mounting orgasm that would tear out his soul with it. Still she remorselessly fucked him, her dripping pussy stroking his cock to maddening peaks of sensation.
"Don't resist, fledgling." Mamǝḵā Bēyˁṯān urged. "Pump your soul into me."
Phil was surrounded by a mad chorus as he sank deeper into Mamǝḵā Bēyˁṯān's sticky grip. This was the true heart of the demon: a roiling pandemonium of innumerable lost souls trapped in a hinterland between this life and the next, enslaved to an existence of eternal servitude within the flesh of a monster that wore the face of an angel.
This was to be his fate, Phil realised. He couldn't stop it. His stupid cock was throbbing with the urgent need to come, to spray his seed deep into her luscious flesh again and again, heedless of the knowledge his soul would come out with it.
Mamǝḵā Bēyˁṯān moaned and sighed, urging him on even as he squirmed and struggled beneath her, caught in a battle against his animal natures he had no chance of winning. Her honey pulled against him and he felt his consciousness start to peel from his flesh.
No, Phil thought, feeling his hips thrust against her in defiance of his brain. The wails of the damned filled his ears.
"Yes," Mamǝḵā Bēyˁṯān hissed.
"No!"
Verdé slid down next to Phil on the bed. She wrapped a protective arm around Phil's upper body.
There was a long pause as the two succubi stared at each other: Mamǝḵā Bēyˁṯān imperious, Verdé defiant; neither willing to give way. Phil was happy for the brief respite given to his trembling body.
Nÿte walked up behind Mamǝḵā Bēyˁṯān and whispered something in her ear.
Mamǝḵā Bēyˁṯān was motionless as she considered Nÿte's words. Finally she nodded.
"Yes. She was his first. It is fitting that she should be his last."
Mamǝḵā Bēyˁṯān lifted herself off Phil with consummate grace. Whatever was smothering his organs released its grip and slowly receded back through his body. Denied sensation, his body slowly subsided back from that final, soul-shattering orgasm. It was testament to Mamǝḵā Bēyˁṯān's erotic skills that the relief of his escape was almost overshadowed by the regret at not getting to spurt his seed into the warm clutch of her vagina, even though he knew that release would damn him eternally.
Phil barely had a chance to let his jangling nerves settle before Verdé gathered him up in her arms. Her wings wrapped around them like a burial shroud. She planted a series of frantic kisses across Phil's face and the passion of her attentions caught him by surprise.
She stopped kissing him and stared deep into Phil's eyes.
"You gave me your virginity," she whispered. "I'll always treasure that."
She whispered words of magic under her breath and hugged Phil closer for a longer kiss. Her soft lips pressed against his and she exhaled a breath that travelled through him like a fresh breeze. The honey clogging his throat melted away and Phil felt a sudden burst of energy as bracing as bathing in a clear mountain stream.
It was not wholly beneficial.
He felt her breath wash through him, picking up the flotsam and jetsam of his being and concentrating it down in his balls. He'd escaped one predator only to be delivered into the embrace of another.
Verdé was tender as she laid him out on the enormous bed. She straddled him and guided his erection into the moist grip of her vagina.
Fuck. Phil nearly came there and then. As perfect as Verdé's pussy normally felt, it had never felt as tight, or as soft, or as wet as this. She wriggled on his lap and a strange musculature enfolded and manipulated his cock until it was manoeuvred into such a snug fit it could have been part of her own body.
"Does that feel nice?" Verdé asked.
She inched up his shaft before coming back down in a long, slow stroke. Her vaginal walls vibrated against his cock. The head pushed up against and into a soft organ that gave like a cushion and enfolded his tip with fleshy suction.
Phil said nothing. His breath was taken away by the sensation.
The suction was soft and insistent. It travelled down the inside of his shaft, pulling lightly on his balls at first, but then spreading through his body with little rippling caresses. The sensation was strange, but quite pleasurable.
"It won't hurt if you don't fight it," Verdé said.
She whispered more words of magic under her breath. She ran her hands over Phil's naked chest and he bucked as if jolted with electricity. It was a pleasurable shock though, sending warm shivers of pleasure running through his body. In their wake his skin became highly sensitized, so that the pleasure of every caress and stroke was magnified a hundredfold.
"What will happen to my soul?" Phil asked.
He felt the force -- gentle now, but increasing in power -- pulling inside him. He remembered the eternal screams of torment inside Nurse Honey's body. He thought also of the pitiful remains of Jake grafted onto the side of a wargen.
Verdé kissed a finger with her full lips and ran it lightly down the side of his face. Her face was sad.
