Book Two
"The Succubus made me do it." Reported Jim Caldwell, the local Trekkie/Area-51/UFOlogist conspiracy nut.
"You shouldn't read that trash, Jimmy." Admonished the prim, proper, flat-chested Sarah. Adjusting the tight bun of her graying hair, to maintain as much dignity as was possible in a supermarket checkout-lane.
"That's just what they want you to think, Mrs. Cox. The National Intruder Magazine is where the REAL journalism happens!" reported the lanky, paranoid young man. Fixated, Jim slowed down the checkout line as he became engrossed in the sordid tabloid.
"She turned my girlfriend into a pornographic statue using her demon magic, then she gave my best friend so many orgasms that he went into a coma....Reported accused rapist Terrence Filmore, pleading his innocence." Jimmy was reading the article out loud, including quotes. Sarah frowned; it was important to refute the National Intruder, as they'd reported on some of her previous exploits!
"The succubus used her demon magic to take control of my emotions, otherwise I never would have groped those twelve co-eds! It....It wasn't me..." Jimmy was getting into the quotations! "It was like....having sex with the succubus put a...a...lust spell on me! I couldn't help myself after that!" Sarah slapped the tabloid out of Jimmy's grasp.
"Harumph! You can read that smut on your own time, thank you very much!" she said icily, while loading milk and cereal onto the conveyor.
"You'll see Mrs. Cox! There's so much more out there than most people realize! This....this world we live in....it's just a...a sugar-coated topping!" Flustered, he gesticulated wildly, drawing amused stares from the other patrons. "There are powers.....forces...around us that most people are clueless about!" Oh Jimmy. Better if you don't know.
The urges hit her again as she was loading up the groceries in the parking lot. Impossible....can't be.....again? She tried to dismiss the sensations, but when her hair started to redden, when she felt her breasts blossoming upon her chest like bread-dough rising in an oven of female potential....she knew. There was no doubt.
"Two summonings!? In the same week?" This was unheard of! Knowledge of her Truename was too scarce! Or...it should have been too scarce! The odds were astronomical that two occultists in the same week would - "RRUNNNGH!" And yet, as unlikely as it was, she'd prepared for such an eventuality! Sarah hoped no one in the parking lot would notice as her face lost its fine lines and crow's feet; youthening in seconds. She had perhaps a minute before her growing breasts would bust out of her dress but...Her ass! In quick jerks, her hips stretched and widened, while her ass rounded out into twin hemispheres of lust that caused her dress to ride higher! She had to hurry!
Prepared, she put the milk, ice-cream, and other perishables into a cooler she'd brought along for such an eventuality. Then, she hurried into the back, wrapping herself in a thick blanket to contain the conjuring burst of fire and brimstone. She was able to shimmy out of her clothing before her increasingly voluptuous anatomy caused any further damage. Concealed tightly, she nonetheless tried to keep resisting the magical compulsion even after her wings began to form. She held out even as her fingers lengthened into blood-red talons, but when her tail began to thrash, she-
*FSHHHOOOOOOOOOOWMMM*
The music was an odd touch. A thick, pulse-pounding beat intended to arouse primal aggressions. Most diabolists preferred absolute quiet to maintain concentration; the better to control evil beings like Sarah. Of course, she didn't need to be such a bitch whenever summoned. But the thing was, she HATED being summoned! She had a life of her own! What...did these occultists think that her kind just sat around on fire all day, waiting to be wrenched from their homes for evil purposes? Whenever possible, she had to destroy her summoner, and the occult information that allowed him to cast the spell. It was the only way she'd ever have peace to raise her family.
"MISTRESS OF FLAME AND LUST! YOU ARE MINE TO COMMAND!!" Rasped a harsh, guttural voice. It seems her reputation was spreading. The demon stood erect to her full Amazonian height, swishing her hellish tail as she surveyed the surrounding. Grey, blank concrete, again. But this time adorned with yet more candles, more black cloth, and obscure runes of ancient evil inscribed in....sheep's blood! A step up! Ah...but the window....
That explained the music! A neon sign was barely visible from her vantage point...flickering pink lights proclaimed: TITOPIA! Triple X! Yes, the aura of palpable lust would make conjuring succubi ridiculously easy. Allowing the caster to invest more energy in control. The summoning circle was even more secure than the last one, with tertiary inhibitor wards! There was no way to attack the human directly....
"SARAI'EROTHKOK! IT IS BUT A SIMPLE TASK YOU SHALL PERFORM!" This one was a lean, wiry man in his 30's. His hair was spiky and brown, his face contorted in a rictus of passion that drove men to the heights of power, or depths of depravity. His left eye was partially closed, even though his right was wide open. Perhaps some neurological disorder....or exposure to dark, and forbidden powers.
"What is your bidding....mighty mage?" She moaned, her voice impossibly seductive. There was always a flaw, humans never thought of everything; and any summoner could eventually be beaten. She had to! A man of this expertise could conceivably conjure her every night! It would put a terrible strain on her marriage unless she destroyed him soon!
His damaged left eye actually had a red iris, contrasting with the blue of the other. He'd been around the bend more than once! Outmaneuvering him could be quite a challenge!
"YOUR TASK IS ONLY TO RECEIVE MY MALE SEED WITHIN YOUR HELLISH WOMB! THROUGH YOU, I SHALL BREED A FORCE OF CAMBION SERVITORS TO CARRY OUT MY OWN DIRECTIVES! ONLY WHEN MY SEED IS WITHIN YOU SHALL YOU BE PERMITTED TO RETURN TO THE CESSPOOL OF TORMENT AND HORROR FROM WHICH YOU COME!" Hah! These assignments were the most fun! And she was getting an idea. The demoness' eyes glowed with an infernal light, and a potent brimstone-based sexual attractant exuded from her crotch. Though her 'Master' shuddered visibly as she began her seduction, he was not yet through.
"BY MY COMMAND, AS I AM PERMITTED THROUGH THIS SPELL, I ORDER YOU TO PUT NO ENCHANTMENT UPON ME; YOU SHALL DO ME NO PHYSICAL HARM THROUGH FORCE, OR MAGIC! THUS BE IT SPOKEN, THUS ARE YOU BOUND!!! AHAH!!!" he cackled, his left eye twitching madly.
"So be it!" agreed Sarai'erothkok, who was eager to be done with this and get back to her 'cesspool of torment and horror'. She licked her lips with a tongue that seemed twice as long as normal, her stinger tail caressing legs....thighs....slipping in and out of her hot, bare pussy, as she squatted lower to the ground. A quick scan of unconscious, non-verbal cues confirmed the man's preferred position: Sarai'erothkok postured herself on hands and knees, tail raised, sharp wings stretched wide as her naked sex glistened before the summoner's hardened rod. She wiggled her ass to signify readiness to receive his seed.
He thrust into her with as much joy as desire. Throbbing cock pulsed out and in....in and out...*SLUCK*...*LURRP* Her copious lubrication was nearly boiling with hellish heat, yet the intensity only heightened the pleasure. The smell came on full force. It was not a pleasant, seductive perfume, it was an obscene, putrescent odor of corruption. Yet the man craved it instantly! The vile, demon-rut-musk seared his nerves and boiled his mind in lust. The fact that this perverse odor multiplied his raging libido created an air of guilty pleasure; guilt which served only to make him more rigid as he thrust into her.
The rutting demoness had a plan, which sadly would require more time than she hoped; but her plan would end this, by ensuring that this summoner never had a chance to summon her again! She couldn't put any spells on him directly, but.... Her cunt soothed and caressed the male, she did not go merely for the quick orgasm, she teased and tweaked his lust. Driving on his desire with the motions of her ripe ass, and the experienced control of her womanly sanctum, honed through millennia of every conceivable sex act. For Lilim, such liaisons were never boring or tiresome, each man's energy had a slightly different aura; and their lust was always sweet. It was like a buffet with two and a half billion gourmet meals, no two exactly alike.
Moaning with passion he hunched over further, their bodies locked into bare-backed copulation. By leaning further, he could reach the swelling grandeur of her bobbing breasts. He kneaded the perfect, female globes as a drowning man clutches a life-raft, and Sarai'erothkok allowed herself a monstrously reverberant screech of primal passion. It was just as good today as it had been with Julius Caesar, but over the past 80 years, most men's cocks had become slightly larger, and the Lilim could not, would not stop. So long as their were men that desired sex, Lilim would be close at hand, to feed and destroy.
By foregoing the quick orgasm, she heightened the tension throughout the sorcerer's entire body, slowly raising his breath, pulse, and desire into a frantic fever pitch, knowing exactly where and how to pinch of the pleasure to prevent him from blasting off too soon. With a howl of frenzied desire, he finally spurted into her, finally came. His flesh shook violently as potent, virile sperm swam eagerly into the demoness' moist passage. He gurgled incoherently, his entire body releasing all tension, all energy in this single spurt.
He collapsed thoroughly exhausted, so content and satiated that he fell asleep upon the bare cement. The slumbering wreckage of his conscious mind pickled in total pleasure. And almost as soon as he began snoring, her belly seemed taut. Arching her back with a hellish grunt, the demoness caressed her swelling belly as it bulged heavier with fast-growing offspring. Lilim had enormous leeway, and control over their fertility that mortal females could never match. Steam escaped her moist skin as her flesh ripened with unholy fecundity. Ripples appeared on her perfect skin as the unnatural horror, a Cambion gestated within her. Such a creature existed outside the natural order, and was not bound by the laws of magic that restrained demons. Her belly pulsed into the third trimester in less time than it took to say it. Her tightening nipples were ripe and dribbling with hot milk in preparation. Cambions were metaphysical wild-cards, disruptions that could cause great harm when released into the world. And this one would be no exception.
While the father slept, there was a burst of steam, water, and cloying brimstone smoke as the Lilim birthed her unwholesome spawn. For fiends of her breed, giving birth was as much a pleasure as pain, and thus Lilim had no compunctions, indeed even excitement when their summoner wanted them to breed young. And Sarai'erothkok had lost count of the horrors she'd birthed over the centuries.
