Kiss of the Succubus
Part one: A new stable.
"Hey! Get you your hands off me! What are you... you... Oh god what is... what are you... Oooo. What. Happening? Ooohh! Good! So... Please oh god please! Don't... don't stop!" The girl pleads as she clutches my arm. With my fingers working their charms between her legs she has thrown her head back in deep carnal pleasure, everything else forgotten. I step a little closer and pull her face forward.
"Look at me!" I command. She has no defences against my domination or the pleasure and lust sapping the little will power she posses. Desperately she pulls me in tight, her other hand gropes for my breast as she kisses me. Her tongue snakes into my mouth and at the touch of my saliva, she orgasms intensely.
Kiss of the Succubus. She is mine forever.
Three hours earlier...
"Have I pleased my Mistress? I have tried so, to bring you the pleasure you deserve." And with a soft sigh, the last of my lovers passes away.
"Yes my love. You have more than pleased me." I whisper and hold his still muscular body in my arms until it turns to dust and drifts away on the gentle breeze as have all the others before him. With a sigh of my own, I stand and walk the now silent gardens. There is no one left but me. No one to tend the plants or the fish. No one to pleasure, or be pleasured by, me. It has been a very long time since I have been alone. It takes a minute before I realize just how much I hate it.
"Such a beautiful place is meant to be shared. I need new men to fuck." It takes another minute to realize that is likely what I said last time. With a sad smile I think of all the stables of men that have lived out their long glorious lives here with me.
I used to call them slaves, but really it is more of a... bargain between us. Yes, they may not have had a choice at the time, but really, have any of them ever complained? After all who would rally against centuries of life, never knowing sickness or old age. No crime. No murder. No long painful lingering death. Just sex, sex and more sex with me. And each other if so inclined. Who am I after all, to deny them their pleasure? All they need do is is a bit of work, and none of it is for me really. The ponds and gardens are for their food. I have no need of such things when orgasmic bliss is my sustenance. And believe me, orgasmic bliss I
know
how to induce.
"I wonder if the Romans are still around? They were fun... a little obsessed with conquering the world perhaps, but fun none the less." It is too quiet, and I move along to my chambers.
Some of my belongings are so old, I'm amazed they still hold together. It has been such a long time since I was concerned with such things as clothes. Or coin. Or disguise. But in the realm of mortals, such petty things are required. Quickly I dress and make preparations for the portal. The last thing I do is cast a polymorph to hide my horns, wings and tail. I watch as my skin fades from the perfect shade of pink to that of a lightly tanned human. Only the most powerful of Magi or Clergy have ever pierced this spell. I hope I don't run into any.
The emptiness of this place is bearing down on me like a solid weight. When the portal finally opens, I step through quickly, least the silence drives me mad.
And into a world beyond my wildest dreams and nightmares. I'm standing in a trash blown... canyon... of stone and iron that turns sharply left twenty paces ahead of me. The very air stinks of alchemy and burning and the noise is almost deafening. Up I look and what I realize to be buildings are huge. The shorter of the two still has floors stacked higher than I thought possible. The other building reaches up as if to scratch the very sky! Behind me, a constant roar almost drowns out the sound of voices. I turn to look and the opening of this... alley, has a river of people walking past. And some kind of... I don't know... a carriage? that growl as they move without benefit of haulers or horses. A river seemingly without end. Hundreds. Thousands! All different colours and shapes and sizes. A dizzying array.
I also quickly realize that the way people dress has changed considerably. And not just changed in fashion, but how daring women clothing have become! Dresses that not only show their feet, but are above the knees! And in pants! Like a man! Just how long have I been away! Tight fitting, or loose, doublets that look strange to my eye. Thin cotton not quite blouses that hardly hide anything! I am shocked and delighted. And worried. Far too much attention will be drawn by my current garb. I will stand out like... like, like a succubus in a church! There is no way I can charm and seduce my way past that many people. Then I see across the road, a shop with
glass
. A huge glass... wall! Of a single piece! And it's so flat and clear! My mouth drops open a the sight of it. Never have I seen such an enormous perfectly formed... The last time I saw glass, only the Churches could afford it and only in tiny squares no bigger than my hand!
"Hey lady, can you spare some change?" a man's rough voice says breaking me out of my amazement. Sitting unnoticed in the trash is a skinny man, and while not to my normal taste, he will do as the first of my new stable. With a wicked little smile I approach, but it quickly withers as I take further stock of the wretched man. Unshaved. Unwashed. A noticeable tremor to his limbs. I slow then stop when I sense his sickness. Some... poison is consuming him and I recoil at the stench of it. And of him.
"Please lady, I... I just need a dollar." When he speaks, his teeth are black or missing causing me to shudder. Quickly I look over my shoulder, the river of people has not abated. Too many, there are just too many, I cannot go that way. I warily step past this soon to be dead man, as far across the alley from him as I can.
"Clothing," I say, "Where can I get clothing?"
"Please," he begs, "just a dollar. I,I need..."
"Clothes! Where can I get clothes?" I demand, jingling my coin purse. Eagerly he licks his lips and I don't bother hiding my disgust. He points down the alley even as his eyes never leave my purse.
"D, down the alley and, and turn right. A, a few stores down, you'll see. You'll see!" His twitching has increased with his excitement so I quickly toss him a coin, not even bothering to see if its silver or gold. All I want is to be away from this pathetic creature.
Around the corner the alley continues for fifty paces easily before opening up on a less busy street, although there are still dozens of people walking past in an almost continuous stream. This place, this... town unnerves me. Summoning my courage, I step out and walk amongst them but not for long. The view immediately grabs my attention and I stop dead in my tracks. The road before me stretches a mile at least and further. It is lined with buildings beyond imagining. And glass! Glass is everywhere, every building is fronted with it. Some are gleaming towers of nothing but glass! Dumbfounded, I stand gaping until I am bumped from behind.
"Scuse me. Oh, uh sorry, are you lost? I think the comic convention is over that way." says a well built man while he points using a strange thin box in his hand. Without even waiting for a response he turns away and holds the thing up to his ear, barely even making eye contact. I realize this is my chance and I quickly catch up. He is definitely my type and will make a fine start for the stable.
"I'm told there is a clothing shop near here, can you provide directions?" I say in my helpless maiden voice, designed specifically to catch the attention of gallant dashing men. He stops and gives me an incredulous look, as if I'm stupid or something.
"Seriously?" He says as he sweeps an arm at the buildings beside us. "Which one?" And I do feel stupid as at least four of the windows display clothing. "Although," he continues, checking me out, "With a body like that, I would recommend starting at Lacey's. And you should consider a new costume, that thing does nothing for you" He turns away shaking his head and not once did he look me in the eye. Again the thin little box goes back to his ear and he begins taking to himself as he walks away. The reflection in the incredibly smooth glass surface shows not just a dress and head piece several centuries out of date, but a woman clearly out of her depth. Chagrined, I look up at the signs only to realize none of them say Lacey's.
This is turning out to be a most tiresome day. And I'm getting hungry, it's been hours since I've gotten laid. I need to make a man orgasm and soon.
Very quickly I learn that people in this... massive town are very preoccupied and seemingly unhappy. Plus this strange little box is in almost at every hand I see. Up to the ear. Held in both hands capturing their eyes and mind. And everyone is talking to it. I'm beginning to wonder, is it some kind of witchery? To make matters worse, almost no one will look me in the eye! Many even go out of their way to avoid me. As if I'm a lunatic, or... or a plague carrier! Okay my tunic isn't helping, but really!
Frustrated, I just pick the closest shop and after a second of again marvelling at the glass, I push the door and enter. Glowing tubes in the ceiling light the large room. Clothing in both plain and bright colours are everywhere. Such a change from the dimly lit shops of my last visit, when the fear of starting a fire kept the number of candles burning to a minimum. Unfortunately the few males inside look a little too young for my... needs. I prefer men, not boys.
"Nice costume. Are you looking for anything in particular?" says a female voice. I turn to see a young blonde woman, pretty, in her early twenties perhaps. I'm tired of wasting time so I take direct action and look her right in the eye. Hitting her with a big push of willpower, compelling her to be more than a little helpful, she is almost physically pushed back and she sways a bit. Then I treat her to a dazzling smile.
"Yes, I need new clothes and you
will
