"Signore David, this is as far as I go." My Italian guide said.
"What? I just paid you-" I started in outrage.
"Look, Signore, this- this is forbidden. The Vatican sealed this tomb for a reason. Now, I agreed to help you and show it to you, but I'm dumb enough to risk my soul by actually going in there." I could see the reflection of the torch I held in his eyes along with the genuine fear.
I nodded my head. "Okay, Alessio. Thank you for helping me get this far."
"Be careful, Signore. I know you want to study this tomb but it could be extremely dangerous. I will pray for you." He turned and began to make his way back up the cave we'd just trudged through.
I turned back around and marveled at the stone door in front of me. The pentacle carved into it stood out, easily visible with the torch light. The two bands of chains that held the door shut and the ancient inscription written at the bottom were equally visible. I found a niche in the stone wall beside the door and the torch I was holding easily slotted into it.
I reached into my bag and pulled out a tiny hand broom which I used around the edges of the door. After exposing both sides I discovered that this wasn't a door, It was a cover stone blocking the door. Modern bolt cutters made short work of the chains but I had to use a pickaxe to destroy the cover stone. After hours of back-breaking hammer work the stone came apart. The wooden door behind it practically crumbled to the touch.
After breaking out the wood I gave the space a few minutes to air out before I grabbed the torch and went through. I followed a gently curved staircase down what I estimated to be around thirty feet before the cave opened into a small and narrow room. At the center was a sarcophagus with four sets of chains wrapped around it.
My heart was hammering in my ears. 'Could this finally be what I was looking for?' I thought to myself in excitement. I used the small hand broom to dust off the top of the sarcophagus revealing an inscription written in the stonework. I translated it as I read it outloud. "Here lies the succubus demon Meridiana. She lies imprisoned for all time, condemned to suffer at the cusp of death without ever knowing its release." I found it!
I was in college when I discovered an ancient manuscript in the Library of London's basement. It was called De nugis curialium and it was a twelfth century satire written by Walter Map. It spoke of Pope Sylvester II in the year one-thousand, detailing how he rose to power and become pope because of the aid of a succubus by the name of Meridiana. Sylvester II had apperently confessed and repented on his deathbed.
Now, I had to prepare. This succubus would drain me dry the moment she woke if I didn't take the right precautions. Luckily, I came prepared. Extensive research into demon binding and the peculiar nature of succubi suggested that it was possible to bind her to my will. Make it so she could only feed from me and never enough to harm me. She would be dependent on me, and, she would have a vested interest in keeping me alive so she could feed and thus, keep living herself.
I mixed a few specific herbs together and ground them into a light paste. I then scraped off a small portion into a cup. I then masterbated into the cup too. I stirred the cum and paste mixture into a cream. I ate my lunch briefly before doing it again. After four times I was drained and the cup was full. Closing my pants, I stood and put on a mask.
I removed the chains across the sarcophagus and pushed it open. Dust escaped and light fell across her desiccated corpse. But I knew the truth, she wasn't actually dead. I slowly poured the cup into her open mouth, using the spoon to make sure it all went in. When it was empty I stepped away, unsure how long it would take to work. After and hour nothing seemed to be happening. Doubt began to creep into my thoughts. What if this wasn't really her, what if they were wrong and this was just some woman they buried alive? With a sigh I leaned my head back against the wall and closed my eyes for a moment.
I must of dozed off because I jolted awake. Light no longer shone from the entrance and it had gotten chilly. The torch was burning low and I used it to light two others that were held in sconces on the walls. I then walked over to the sarcophagus and looked in. What I saw shocked me. She had regrown skin, a lot of it. She looked dead, but not like she'd been dead for a thousand years. I still had some of the paste and I was able to squeeze out two more loads to mix up.
I excitedly poured the mixture into her open mouth. This time however, I saw her swallowing it. After that her recovery seemed to accelerate. After only twenty minutes she looked like a woman who was only twenty years-old, color returned to her skin and she began to breathe. Wow, this is really happening. "Meridiana?" I asked aloud.
Her eyes snapped open and fixated on me, slowly the pupils narrowed into slits, like snake eyes. "Good morning. I am David. I brought you back." I said. "Take your time, don't rush your recovery."
Her eyes were predatory and filled with hunger. She opened her mouth but only a raspy cough came out. "I know you need more, but I'm a little drained at the moment, I've fed you six times to bring you this far. Rest. It's currently night. I will sleep here in the cave with you and I'll feed you more in the morning." She looked let down but gave me a small reluctant nod of acquiescence before closing her eyes.
I rolled out a small foam mat and laid down on it. I was so excited that I didn't think I'd be able to sleep but I drifted off in mere moments. I woke early the next morning with the feeling that someone was watching me. Meridiana was still in the sarcophagus but now laying on her stomach. Her head raised and shoulder on the lip of the opening. She was watching me and I could see the hungry desperation in her eyes.
I rose and walked to the shelf with the cup. It was a bit awkward to do it with her behind me watching but I did what I had to do and mixed in the last of the paste. I closed my pants, then turned and brought her the cup. Her eyes were glued to it. She still didn't have a lot of dexterity so I held the cup and helped her drink its contents. I even spoon-fed her the last few drops. She looked as if she was in heaven at the taste. I sat back as she rolled back over and laid down.
I gave her several minutes and asked, "How are you feeling now?"
"Much better, thank you, David." She said in a low sultry voice that just dripped with sexuality. "In fact, I think I'm ready to take it from the source." She sat up before standing in the sarcophagus and with a light step she jumped to the floor. Grasping the tattered rags she ripped them from her body and stood nude in all her glory.
She had long legs with petite thighs, hips and waist. Her mound was hairless and her breasts were large and pendulous with small pink nipples that stood erect in the cool air. Her hair was a long straight jet black and hung behind her back to mid-thigh. Her face was strong yet innocent, with beautiful features. She was impossibly gorgeous and utterly perfect.
She wore a smirk that told me she knew I wanted her, and I did. "Before any of that, I need to warn you, I've bound you to me. I am the only man who can satiate your hunger. You can't kill me, you must keep me alive so I will be able to continue feeding you." While I spoke she was slowly closing the distance between us.
"And what happens if you die?" She asked.
"You'll starve to death."
She frowned and it was the most adorable pout I'd ever seen. "That takes some of the fun out if it."
