Hello Readers, this chapter is a bit different and when I thought of it it made me laugh. I hope you enjoy it as well.
I have outlined to the end of this story as a whole so I can promise more sexy succubus action with a purpose.
Thanks for reading :)
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Still feeling extra sexy and full of post-coital bliss, Azrie selected an outfit from her wardrobe which consisted more of lingerie than everyday clothes. To match her glow, Azrie wore a gartered chemise trimmed with red piping. The garters on the chemise held up her white lace top fishnet stockings. For accent, she put on vibrant red high-heeled ankle boots.
Even in her current disposition, Azrie was aware she couldn't walk around with her pussy on display despite her desire to. She put on a short black pencil skirt trimmed with red piping. In the mirror, Azrie noticed the chemise was sheer enough to provide a clear image of her still hard nipples. Wanting to still display her body in her lingerie, she found a black tube top that was just wide enough to cover her tits. Nearly satisfied with her ensemble, she pulled her hair back in a tight ponytail and adorned a red leather choker to accessorize.
Azrie was confident she would provide any pedestrians she came across through the day with an uncontrollable lust for her. Ready to occasionally flash her pussy at deserving bystanders, Azrie left her apartment and went through the portal to Intrigue.
Her arrival at the club struck her with an immediate shock that nearly drained her bliss. The lobby was in shambles, the club's furniture and decorations were overturned or thrown about the room. Azrie spied Dee huddled on one of the club's soft chairs normally used by clients awaiting their entertainment. Azrie made her way to Dee, full of concern for her friend. Dee sensed Azries arrival in the club and looked to her as Azrie made her way through the debris strewn about the room.
"I'm alright," Dee preempted to settle Azrie a bit, "but I had to use almost all of my energy in defense of the club. I'm just a little tired. Sensing her friend was far more drained than she was letting on, Azrie provided her with a large portion of the lust she had just collected. She would need to feed again and within the next day or so, but since she thoroughly enjoyed the process, and Dee was visibly recovering, the loss was worth it.
"What Happened?" inquired Azrie as she looked around, taking account of the damage that was done.
"The local Seraph's flock found our entrance and decided to give us a first-hand demonstration of why they are assholes," Dee replied, rising to her feet with Azrie's help. While probably inappropriate, Azrie couldn't help finding Dee attractive as she recovered her strength and cleaned herself up. Something about Dee's inner strength was plucking on Azrie's strings. She quickly filed the feeling away to revisit later when more appropriate.
"The who now?" Azrie replied quizzically.
"The local Seraph," Azrie heard Ian reply, releasing her fugue enough to realize he was there. "His name is Giles. In human lore, if we are demons, they are angles. A bunch of stuck-up glowy pricks, if my opinion counts for anything. Let's get out of here. There is a friendly club not far from here, and we will be able to fill you in."
Azrie helped Dee organize herself and get cleaned up, as Dee made a quick recounting of what had happened. Four members of this flock breached the street entrance and quickly rushed the counter. They had arrived so rapidly and unexpectedly, Dee was slow to react. The group's leader grabbed her by her hair and threw her to the ground while shouting horrendously offensive slurs and threatening her. The others had moved toward the guest area but were unable to break the seal it had for protection.
Being stopped in their tracks, but not to be deterred, they resorted to trashing what they could access. As Dee recovered from her initial shock and the stun she had received being tossed to the floor by the righteous group's leader, she began to sing her siren song. She quickly got control of the three goons, but the leader was resistant. Had Dee fed recently, she'd have been able to break his defenses. But because of her nature and her avoidance of feeding, she was low on lust energy.
It was of no matter, though, because she had three against one. She ordered the peons to attack their leader. The ensuing fight between them is what finished the destruction of the club. After being beaten down, the peons managed to detain the ringleader and secure him themselves.
Once Dee had taken care of the situation, the 'late to the party' security squad came to her rescue and took the trespassers away to some unknown fate. Likely they would have lustful thoughts forced upon them to serve as batteries for the Lecherous and the club. Once they were broken of their hatred toward the lecherous and their devotion to the Seraphim, they would be released. After the ordeal had concluded, Dee became determined to keep herself fed. If she acquired any barnacles, she would find something for them to do.
The Club, The Lecher's Haven, was a few blocks away. Azrie's jaw nearly dropped at the name, and the first thing she asked when they took a private booth in the back was, "Are you serious? The Lecher's Haven? Isn't that a blinking red light pointing to what this is?"
Through laughter, Ian replied, "Most humans are completely unaware of the Lecherous or the service the lecherous provide for them. Regardless though, the humans see The Gentleman's Estate, or Ruby's Revealers, or something when they look at the sign. Only those trained to see through the illusion, or those of, as the humans would say, supernatural origin, can even read the name. When run by humans, these kinds of Clubs change ownership pretty often, so Sal changes the name on the illusion every few years. And before you ask, yes, the Seraph can see the title, and they know what's here, but this place is so locked down with years and years of protections it would take an army of them. And first, our spies would alert us they were assembling. Second, they are few, and the stuck-up snobs wouldn't be caught dead in a place like this, and thirdly the Earth is officially a demilitarized zone as agreed upon by our leaders."
"But didn't they just attack Dee?" she nearly shouted in defiance. She heard a change in the music and, for the first time, took in her surroundings. She saw a nameless butt scurrying off the stage as a very attractive, barely clothed woman descended from above, heading for the pole at the end of the stage. And then Azrie noticed it. There was a thin cloud of lust around emanating from the patrons. It was early, and the place was mostly empty, but she imagined when it was busy, you could cut the lust with a knife. She saw the other two Lecherous begin to take it in and allowed herself to absorb it also. It was vaguely reminiscent of the realm. It was nice, it wouldn't charge her battery like sex would, but she'd get something from it while they were here.
"A loophole," explained Dee, beginning to look normal again as she absorbed what she could from the room to complement the surge Azrie had provided earlier. "We were attacked by humans. Preventing humans from being able to do what they did could also reveal us. It's bad enough that the Seraph send them to us. If we were known to the population at large, there is no telling what might happen. The attacks are becoming more common as it is."
"Many of the religions on the planet paint us as evil," Dee continued, "and a lot of the human myths come from a time when they were aware of our existence. Zeus and Hera, for example? Zeus was a Leviathan, as was his brother Poseidon, and Hera was a Lillith. The humans mangled that one, though. Somehow history recorded Lillith as a name."
"The humans witnessed and often took part in their escapades. This spawned figures like Hercules," Ian continued. "They were still Lecherous, though, and they found themselves into a few too many beds that left behind a jealous lover. Humans are strange that way, very possessive, even when there is plenty to share. Eventually, enough of them banded together and made it dangerous for lecherous to reveal themselves, those who lived went into hiding and became more discreet about their feedings."
Dee interjected, "The Seraph, from outside observation, are everything we are not. Their energy source is the same as ours though, they also need lust to live. While we amplify and grow human lust, they tend to drain it, and many leave husks of people that serve as thralls for them. They are quite capable of getting at their energy in the same manner that we do, but they separated from the lecherous long ago and left behind their sexual talents.
Our history is pretty spotty, and it wasn't until humans started keeping a record that we even saw the value in it. We believe that a lecherous discovered the ability to drain lust without the need for the fucking. They began using the newfound power. Through their trials, they learned the closer they were in proximity to the source, the more accessible the energy. In the process, the Seraph created a small army of thralls. Seeing the potential trouble such an ability presents, the Seraph were outcast by an ancient king, or maybe they escaped because they expected execution. We aren't sure.
The Seraph are physically beautiful and literally radiant at times. They think they are higher beings, and to feed in the traditional way would sully their precious pussies and dicks. If sunlight started shining out of your ass, you might develop an ego too. Now they are by, and large egotistical maniacs still pissed they aren't accepted within Lecherous Society. They also view humans as little more than cattle."
"Why was I not told any of this? Why did I grow up in the dark?" Azrie bemoaned.
"You'd have to ask the man up top," Ian said while shrugging, "The word went out to hide this from you. The stated punishment was, let's just say undesirable, for going against the orders. Before you ask, your life has been affected by the Seraphim now, which lifts the restrictions. I'm going to assume your safety is more important than preventing you from developing pre-conceived notions.
I think the goal is to let you make choices based on the here and now and not on old history lessons. Bear in mind, this is a closely guarded secret. The Lessers have no knowledge of history to begin with, and it's unlikely they would remember anyway. As for the rest of us, we have to get cleared for it."
"Ok, so were the humans who attacked you today enthralled?" Azrie asked dejectedly.
"No, my song wouldn't work on the Enthralled since it requires them to have some lust to be attracted to me enough to work my will. So at least the 3 Goons weren't. The leader was resistant to my song, but that was probably due to my already weakened state, or he has received training to resist it," Dee answered abashedly. Azrie nodded and gave Dee a look of understanding to help relieve her of some of her guilt. "No, they were more likely The Inquisition..."
