Tailroad
Visery Temple
The succubus never got angry when the young man scratched her waist with his nails. She no longer knew what anger felt like. The discomfort was extreme, and it was reality for a long time. Very long time.
It had been more than 10 years. Maybe 20 years. Maybe she was born in the dark, and her memories were just dreams. The necromancer who had summoned her to the earth had died years ago. Also the temple leader, who killed her summoner and dragged her to the temple, had died long ago. The only person who remembered them all was the succubus. But she wasn't a human. She was some kind of stuff. She didn't even have a name. She had forgot her real name a long time ago. She even forgot the false names she gave to the summoners. She was just a succubus.
She was on her knees, with her hands hanging from the stone wall. She couln't see her red skin. Her skin was blackened from dirt, except for her cheeks, between her legs and her nipples. The horns had cut off. The templars controlled her body for years, experimenting on it and casting spells. None of them were no longer investigating her existence. All they did was go down to the basement every night and fuck her until morning, like now.
The succubus moaned quietly as the same nails redrawed the same spot. Despite everything, she could feel the pain. The templars always reminded the succubus of it. The young member kept pushing his cock into her red folds back and forth while the succubus' butt was slamming against the cold stone wall. After a while, his breath and moaning increased. He grabbed her by her thighs, pulled her to himself, put his other hand on her butt and drew it there with his fingernails. The succubus felt the semen filled her vagina. There was no excitement. For years, more than fifty different men had emptied their semen into her. More than once. She no longer paid much attention to their faces, but this young man wasn't experience this excitement for the first time.
When the young man stood up and waved his penis in front of her, he didn't have to say anything. As long as she was in this basement, everyone was like a summoner. She didn't know why they kept her hands chained. They were afraid of something. These fears were certainly not a hope for the succubus. She opened her mouth widely and waited for his penis. Nobody expected her to lick. They were all pushing their cocks up to her throat and fucking it like her quim.
She closed her burgundy eyes as the young member forced his penis all the way into her mouth. The wet member filled back of her throat. At least she didn't have to look. She could hold her breath for a long time, but the young man couldn't force her too much. Her held her black strands firmly with both hands and pulled her head to his penis. Her nose sniffed his disgusting public hair. The man pulled her head back and pulled it again. After a few harsh thursts, his fists became more tight and the succubus immediately swallowed every drop that filled her mouth. A few wave of semen was no problem for her. The waves stopped, but the man didn't take his penis out of her mouth for a few minutes. Finally, with a hard punch in the head, her mouth broke out of his member. The man pulled his panties and gray trousers back and turned away.
She looked at his back, spat some semen behind him. She wasn't finished yet. There were a few other people waiting outside. The succubus wondered if someone was making any money. Perhaps the old temple had long been a brothel.
She didn't have to wait long. A short man opened the door with excitement and grinned at her disgustingly. The succubus just spread her legs again and waited. She wanted the night to end as soon as possible.
The man stood in front of her and quickly lowered his pants and panties. When a painful scream and curses rose from the outside, the man and the succubus remained motionless. The painful screams increased.
"Whore!"
"Run! Run away!"
"F-fuck! My Hand!"
The walls trembled. After a horrible time the painful screams were replaced by a deep silence. Whatever the danger was, the succubus didn't care, but the man in front of her trembled with fear. He put on his clothes and started running to the door. Before he could reach the entrance, the door broke off and shattered. Pieces of wood scattered all over the room. A dark silhouette showed up at the threshold. The man shouted and knelt.
"Mercy! Mercy!"
The human at the door ignored his beggings and continued to look intently inside and removed the hood. A woman. Before the succubus could pay more attention, the man between them was torn to pieces. His body parts scattered all around the basement. Ironically, the succubus was convinced that the part that fell in front of her was the man's penis. Now, only silence was dominant in the temple.
When the woman took her first step inside, the succubus felt something after a long time. Fear. Why was she afraid? Only a living could be afraid. She died long time ago.
The woman raised her skirt slightly with both hands and continued to walk towards her. When the woman finally stood before her, the succubus could see the details. Her raven hair, near dark blue was passing her shoulders. There was amazement in her blue eyes. The succubus looked for any sign or emblem on her gown but couldn't find any. Her cloak and long dress were only black. She raised an eyebrow and spoke in an excited tone.
"Amazing... They were really hiding a succubus."
When the sorceress kneeled in front of her, the succubus saw her face better. The pale human was absolutely pretty. And she was smiling! What was the cause? She wanted to save her? She wanted to destroy her? Both were great.
"Allright, succubus. Can you speak?"
Succubus didn't remember the last time she had spoke. But she tried to talk. She cleared her throat and coughed for a long time before saying anything.
"Yes! Yes... I can talk."
"Very good. What's your name?"
As the succubus slightly frowned, the human's smile faded with a thought.
"Succubuses don't give their names. I forgot. I'll call you... What about... Dimana. Like demon! Do you like it?"
She smiled again. Why was she acting like the succubus is a human? Succubuses were not worthy enough to deserve even a name. She nodded, though. She was very satisfied.
"We don't have time. Who's your summoner?"
She tried to remember his name. Fray? Fred? Fendrel? She wasn't sure.
"I don't remember. He died a long time ago."
