Authors Note: Dear reader, thank you for your interest in my tales. My name is Fabian and I am from a different time and place. A porthole created by happenstance, magic and a well timed leap from peril has left a conduit to relay my words through. Goulgotha, the underworld is vast and encompasses my current town, New Penumbra. Once Europe dipped down into it's interior and travelers used to exchange my stories; but the opening has long since been closed when Colony Maleficia was established. I now record my tales and field notes on parchment by candlelight and place them in the waiting hands of Goulgotha Publishing, who now owns the conduit and allows me some communication with your world. I can only trust my words will be found and duly relayed in the finest volumes of your culture.
Chapter One
For I am Fabian Succubus Hunter
The small forest clearing was drenched in midnight blue, it writhed among the flora and coated the ancient trees in a thick effervescent paint. I pushed through the vegetation cautiously like a mouse approaching an entry to a forbidden room. The woodland, comprised of branches, leaves, dirt, vines, fungus and other natural bric-a-brac, some of which oozed, and though very different and distinct, seemed to be of one mind. One consciousness or spirit that brooded deep in the terra firma and controlled malevolently. Just then a leaf abruptly swatted across my face as an unseen branch slipped underfoot, crackled and decided to inform the rest of the hollow I had arrived. Suddenly from across a shallow ravine, one of it's creatures appeared and stared directly at me. A Succubus. One who I had painstakingly tracked for the past few days.
Her name was Merridia, and had been made a vampire/succubus recently by Count Aldeberry, who incidentally kept a small collection of brides in his cellar. Male vampires only seemed to take the most intriguing women, and Merridia was no exception. Even in death, had beauty not only smiled upon these scavengers, but the Goddess Lust had blessed them with a fair amount of sensuality as well.
But now the moment had come. I glanced at her. She glanced back. I smiled, and she followed suit revealing two sharp eye teeth that twinkled like diamonds from the glare of my shuddering torch. A faint moan rolled from her throat and in a flash she appeared in front of me. Hissing.
To understand the psyche of the female succubus you must know this. Number one on their brain is a deadly thirst for blood, for that's how they were made. However, bubbling right underneath that thin veneer is their desire for sex, which regrettably concludes with number one.
Let me begin with an introduction. Once upon a time in a different place than yours, and long before you were born dear reader; vampires struck fear in the hearts of your average god fearing villager. I understand your times have changed, and they no longer inspire terror. I understand they have been swallowed by your modern culture and regurgitated as super heroes. All of my old foes of yore have disappeared as well, in much the same way as "
if you cut a forest down so goes it's inhabitants."
Alas, time marches on, but I come from an old world when the countryside was covered in a blueish haze and the moors bled with mystery. It was within that mystery that vampires, and succubi, and even witches and demons roamed the hollow earth, Golgotha. These were interesting times, and the career path that had chose me, was that of a healer. I mended the unholy through seduction.
I am Fabian Succubus Hunter.
In front of me stood a snarling fair haired lass with green eyes and liquid pupils. Her nipples pierced against a transparent nightgown, and her legs quickly tightened in a dominate stance. In that moment a ray of moonlight gallantly surged through her thighs revealing freshly trimmed sexual fur.
Much like a man might see the girl within a woman, I saw the woman within the demon. But alas dear reader, a demon was still a demon aside from any blatant femininity. The sinewy hair, the azure skin, the pointy ears and last but not least, the disagreeable disposition.
She raised clawed hands to her shoulders, till they poised at my chest like ten long delicate darts. Her head rolled in circles and she continued to snarl loudly.
I stood my ground, studied her. I did not run, nor did I scream. Not even when her ice breath slid down my neck and scurried inside my collar. At that moment instead, I disrobed. Unbuttoning my woven shirt slowly to reveal a muscular chest. I felt her heavy gaze graze my neck and shoulders then wander below to my tight stomach. I reached down to unfasten my trousers, then let them slide to the ground innocently. Surprise, I wore no underpants as was customary in the day. The cool wind washed through my bare legs and I pushed my long hair back in my fingers, as if to say "come hither Mrs. Succubus."
Her demeanor paused.
Much has been said about the "pause". This pause was my junction between life or death; the last breath of anticipation before a deadly attack. I will speak more of this pause later but suffice it to say I used this
special
moment to retrieve a finely crafted hand puppet from my shirt pocket. It's name was Poppi and it swiftly perched on my left hand smiling, bobbing and speaking in a high pitched vicarious voice.
"Hi my name is Poppi!"
That was the moment of action. I had exploited the glitch in her programming by doing the unexpected. I watched her vampire brain temporarily disable and her liquid eyes flicker. Quickly I signaled my servant, Lerskell who had been hiding close-by to drop the capture net. With a prompt back step a nearby tree squawked and release it's bounty. My web fell swiftly, hissing in the wind as it traveled, to encapsulate the succubi below.
I quickly came around behind her, tying her hands back behind her waist with soft cord, I dropped to my knees to bind each foot to tangle-wood roots. She began struggling and I could tell her thought process was returning. I had to work quick. Grabbing her shoulders I pushed her down onto a tree stump, then pulled slack from the tangle wood ropes. She kicked and I pulled hard, like fighting a fish on a line. Putting my shoulder into it and pushing forward with all my might, I was finally able cinch the rope, then knot it. With a sigh of relief she was now immobile and I motioned for Lerskell to leave us alone.
Standing back to eye my prize, the beautiful creature floundered in netting. The night was still young and I stood before her with hands perched on my hips. The wind pushed through my long mane and licked against my bare neck and shoulders. Now, the same devil moon that had shown through her thighs earlier now suddenly fixated upon my huge erect cock in the forest clearing.
CHAPTER TWO
How to seduce the Succubi
