Alan's secret lair was dark, but remarkably opulent in its furnishing. There was a small two seat couch, two high back chairs, and a large four poster bed. The entire decor looked like something out of a Victorian museum, except every single piece was authentic and not some cheap mockup. Everything was arranged around a fireplace sunk into the wall and the room was lit by candles that never seemed to get any smaller. The flicker of the candles and fireplace gave the entire windowless room a vibe that was both creepy...and romantic.
The flickering candles and crackling of the fire were immediately offset by a bright blue and white flash in the middle of the room, which quickly faded to reveal Alan holding the still hypnotically fainted Midnight in his arms. He carried the helpless succubus to the bed and laid her gently on top of the covers. Her body managed to instinctively fall into a sexy, yet helpless, pose.
Alan took a moment to admire his prize, tall and strong with an almost Amazonian beauty to her. And yet there was a magical power deep inside that made her so much more than she appeared. Of course the tail, which was gently laying limp on the bed, was a pretty damn big clue.
Alan leaned in and began to gently caress his prey, sliding his hand along her leather clad leg as he felt the muscle tone and shape of the powerful succubus. But his caress was intended to be more than a simple attempt to cop a feel, it was also his way of 'activating' his prey's subconscious. And since Midnight was a succubus, her subconscious was quite adept at the ways of causing...pleasure.
As her eyes opened it was clear that her mind was still asleep, completely unaware and unseeing, but her body was a very...different story. She sat up almost instantly and grabbed Alan's face, pulling him into a kiss, as she pushed her body outward to press it against his while her tail lazily coiled along his legs and up his back.
Alan responded by pushing her back against the headboard. He wanted her to know that he was in charge, and, despite being deeply hypnotized, she was still very aggressive. But pushing her against the headboard seemed to flip the script in the subconscious of our dear succubus, and her aggression slowly faded into submission. She let out a sigh as the kiss became more timid, yet remained just as passionate. Even subconsciously she realized he was setting the pace, and she accepted it.
The vampire held her against the headboard and let his hand slide along her breasts. Shivers of pleasure rippled through the succubus as his hand rolled her mounds around with ease. With a simple flash of blue there was no longer a leather bodice between his hands and her breasts. Alan had teleported it away, and if Midnight noticed it at all the only response she gave was a tiny, pleasurable moan. And she was giving a lot of those.
The kiss continued as his hand moved down her stomach and over her butt. With another flash of blue light, Midnight's entire outfit was looking lovely as ever as it adorned one of the chairs by the fireplace. But she was so deeply entranced and aroused that she never realized they had been on her body in the first place.
Midnight moaned deeply as her hands tried to remove Alan's clothes, but with another flash they simply fell to the bed, as he and Midnight abandoned both sets of clothes by teleporting out of them. A moment later another flash appeared on the other side of the bed as both the vampire and the succubus re-appeared completely naked. Midnight faced one of the posts on the bed while Alan had her from behind and let his hands slide along her body...which was on display for all the readers to imagine. With a quick thrust and a deep, gasping moan from Midnight, the seduction reached its logical outcome.
As she felt him slide into her, her eyes opened wide in surprise and pleasure, but yet there was never the slightest hint of coherence in them. Her body acted on pure instinct as she pushed down onto Alan, writhing with millennia of sexual experience under her belt.
Alan, however, wasn't exactly inexperienced himself, and used all of his skill to manipulate her body inside and out, to build her pleasure...and his. He could feel her getting closer and closer to her climax, the part he loved so much. His hand slid along her body and felt up everything he touched on its way. Up her leg to her butt, over her rippled stomach and her large breasts, to her oh so waiting neck...and finally her silky, almost unnaturally smooth, hair.
The vampire smiled as he felt her excitement reach critical mass and as he pulled the succubus to him, his fangs extended. He held her against his chest as he pulled her head back and sunk his teeth deep into her neck.
Midnight screamed in pleasure as the bite cause a surge of adrenaline, which set off her climax. She, in turn, could feel Alan's climax deep inside of her as he sucked her blood deeper and more greedily with every thrust and spasm.
The succubus moaned with pleasure as her body shivered and twitched, as her eyes slowly rolled up into her head. Her eyelids fluttered like the wings of a hummingbird for several moments until she let out one final, primal scream of pleasure...and then all at once, her eyes slammed shut and her head dropped to her chest, bouncing softly from the fall. Her arms, which had been holding onto the bed post, sank to her sides as her entire body went completely limp, leaving her completely unconscious in Alan's arms.
The vampire held her close and slowly removed his fangs from the succubus's neck. He was going to close the wound on her neck for her, but before he could her own healing powers caused the bite marks to simply vanish. He knew as a succubus that she was immune to the repercussions of a vampire's bite. There will be no vampire succubi in this story, maybe a future one, who knows. But despite being immune from becoming one of the undead, being bitten while she was hypnotized left her in a very deeply suggestible hypnotic state.
He moved her to the bed and let her simply flop onto it, naked and helpless as he knelt down next to the bed and placed his finger on the side of her temple. A split second later, her eyes shot open and her normally green eyes were now glowing an almost eerie yellow. The same color yellow as Alan's. Through the placement of his finger he had managed to access the vampiric energy that he had placed in her through the bite. Although her own healing powers would soon absorb and assimilate that energy, for now it was more than enough to overwhelm her helplessly hypnotized mind.
He smiled at just how lovely she looked, helpless, spent, and completely under his control. "My dear Midnight, you can hear me can't you?" he asked in a very cool, soothing voice.
A simple "yes..." slipped from the succubus's lips.
"Good girl, my dear. I have a job for you, Midnight...a job you can't refuse. A simple little job...as a messenger. You can do that for me now...can't you, Midnight?" Alan said in a relaxed, hypnotic tone.
"Yes..." was the only reply he got...and the only reply he needed.
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Two hours later...
Xander was snuggled up in a nice, warm bed in a huge five-star hotel. It had taken him a few hours to find the right hotel, with a manager attractive enough to make working his magic on her a win-win for everyone. But now that she was appropriately smitten with him, he was able to get this luxurious room for free. He need only pay his 'dues' to her a little later...and he was sure that would turn out to be an experience she would never remember, but dream about forever.
His slumber was abruptly ended, however, by a knock on his door. Knocking was putting it lightly, though, as it sounded more like a human fist moving at the speed of a jackhammer while a high pitched, frantic, yet familiar voice screamed "Xxxxxaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnddddddddddeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrr!"
Responding to this like any normal person would, Xander jerked and fell out of bed, knocking over the end table and breaking the lamp. Not to mention denting the mini fridge with his head. He stood up and groaned, eyes spinning and hand on his head, and opened the door to see who the hell was banging on it so hard.
Before he had a chance to even see who it was, no less ask what they wanted, Midnight pushed through the now open door talking a mile a minute. "Holy shit! Xander I have a message for you I don't know why I have a message for you. I don't even know who the message is from! I just know I have a message for you, and this is so strange. You see I was out for a walk, hypnotizing and draining some young women, you know how it goes, and then all of a sudden I was like...'I have to go see Xander! I have a message for him!' but I didn't even know where you were and I just came right here, and here you are and here I am and..." she stopped for the first time to look at Xander, who was staring at her, mouth open and completely dumbfounded by what was going on...and wearing only his boxers. "Holy shit put on some clothes!" she said, turning away as quickly as she could.
Xander just blinked in confusion. "Midnight?" he asked as his still half asleep brain started to catch up to the situation. "What are you doing here? Like here, here? Not so much New Chicago in general, although I am curious why you're here in the city as well, but what the hell are you doing in my hotel room?"
"I told you!" she shouted, turning around for a moment, then quickly spinning away from the boxer clad incubus. "I have a message for you! I don't know who it's from or what it is and it's driving me crazy! You have to promise me to tell me what the messaaaa..." Midnight's sentence trailed off as her arms slowly fell to her sides. Her face relaxed as her head sank to her chest. A moment later her head rose up and she turned to face Xander, her eyes opened, revealing them to be blank and glassy.
"Good evening, Mr. Knave" Midnight began as the incubus just stared at the hypnotized succubus, too confused to be aroused by the situation. "I have hypnotized this lovely succubus to bring you a message, and an opportunity. I know that you once worked at the Spirals Nightclub overseas. And that you were quite surprised to discover that there was a new Spirals Nightclub here in New Chicago. As of three days ago, I have acquired the ownership rights to the company, under a pseudonym of course, and I would like you to resume your position at the club...effective this Friday night...at our grand reopening."
Xander walked towards Midnight and gently waved his hand in front of her eyes. She remained completely glassy eyed and stared off into the distance. He even went as far as to shake Midnight and got no response. "Midnight...are you in there?" he asked.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Knave, but her responses are limited." Midnight said in a monotone voice.
"Can...can you hear me? Whoever it is that's controlling Midnight?" the incubus asked, trying to look into Midnight's eyes to see if he could sense a connection.
"No, Mr. Knave." Midnight replied. "I simply programmed our lovely friend here to deliver the message, and answer what questions I thought you might ask."
