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Eirienel was mesmerized. Stepping through the door was like entering a new world. Leaving the dark alleyway filled with death and pain, and walking into a world of lights and life. The many lights flashing in time with a fast paced music she never heard the like of before. She could literally feel the beat in her body reawakening that strange feeling in her. Now she realized it didn't feel wrong to her anymore just strange. Then a split second after her mind got past the lights and music the presences hit her. This was the place where all those foreign presences were! They almost smothered her in how many there were.
"Relax," she heard J speaking into her ear. "Clear your mind and relax. No one here will harm you, filter out the presences you aren't familiar with. Focus on what is familiar."
Taking J's advice she tried to calm down and focus on the familiar. Slowly she was able to pick out the presences she could categorize. She felt a few Fallen presences which would have made her bolt for the door if not for J holding her hand. She focused on those presences to the exclusion of everything else.
The was the Wrath from earlier and wait now there were two presences that at first felt identical but that was impossible. The second one was just barely different, the Wrath had a twin! They must have been humans who had knowingly sold their souls for something. For them to have been made Wraths they must have wanted revenge.
Then she felt a presence that felt like that feeling inside her. She couldn't place it, she must not have encountered that type of Fallen yet, that was rare. She had been a Hunter for almost the entirety of existence. The final one she recognized all too well, it was a Leech. A Fallen that feeds on the emotions that seep from humans. She had heard of Leeches that feed on emotions other than terror and grief, but she had never encountered one before.
J had told her, no swore to her, that he didn't wish her to be harmed. She had to trust him, and finally she had regained control. She opened her eyes and looked down the hallway towards the lights. Since she wasn't dazzled by the lights she could see people dancing. Or what looked like it was dancing, most looked like they would be having sex if not for their clothes. On second thought there were a few people she wasn't too convinced weren't having sex. Yet again that feeling spiked inside her, before she could consider it J pulled her towards the other end of the hallway.
They stopped at a plain door at the end of the hallway marked with some sigil Eirienel had never seen before. As J opened the door male and female moans came through the opening with wet slapping sounds. Once she could see past the door Eirienel saw a beautiful naked woman lying on her back on the desk. With a likewise naked man thrusting his penis into her. That feeling stopped rising and just consumed her.
Almost as if the woman could feel that something consume her the woman turned her head towards the door.
"Shit," was all the woman could say before the man thrust hard into her and grunted. That seemed to trigger something in the woman as a look of ecstasy covered her face. She laid her head back and breathed deeply.
"Fuck," muttered the man as he leaned forward with his hands on the desk, still inside the woman. Eirienel knew that this should be wrong but she couldn't stop staring. That feeling was in control, she felt something hot and wet between her hips. Her nipples got hard and her bra rubbed against them as she breathed. Between her hips where it was hot and wet it began to feel achingly empty like it needed to be filled.
Eirienel felt drawn forward towards this lewd tableau. Before she started moving a cool rush covered her body shocking her back to her senses. The rush originated from the hand that J was holding. It took less than three seconds but to her it felt like an hour had passed.
"Yes, we can tell." Said J into silence as the door clicked shut. J must have known what had happened to her, but he acted like nothing had happened. Besides that, he was acting liked it was common place to find two people having sex on what she thought was his desk.
"Fuck," said the man again when he realized they had walked in. He stepped back and his penis pulled out with an audible pop. It was still hard and wet with the woman's juice, it drew Eirienel's eyes.
With a surge of effort Eirienel forced the feeling back down. She finally realized it was connected to sex, she didn't know why but it was. She just had to deal with it. First she was cast out of the High Realm, then nearly gang raped by six lesser demons. Lesser demons! She used to be able to take fifty lesser demons out as a prelude to the real fight. She had been a Hunter, one of the Anhie tasked to destroy any of the Outsiders that snuck into the Mortal Realm. She had been a warrior when Satan and the first Fallen had been cast out. She personally cast down one of the a Fallen's Generals. Just because she had been cast out it didn't change who she was. It was time she remembered who she was, and act like the being she was. It was past time damn it! Eirienel straightened her back and lifted her head. Yes she had no powers she could speak of but she had her training, she could take on almost anyone.
J must have sensed her change because he let go of her hand. Once he did the presences and the feeling assaulted her senses. They nearly overwhelmed her, forcing her to either fight and control them. Or to surrender, and lose herself forever. Her muscles and joints locked, keeping her from moving. She used her will like a shield, covering her keeping the assault at bay. Once she watched and learned she understood what J had said earlier about a Miraskar's power. She was a Miraskar whatever that was, and that feeling was her powers as a Fallen growing. That meant that her powers were connected to sex. The jolt of understanding nearly caused that fragile shield she had made to collapse. But she accepted it, and used it.
She was a Succubus. A Fallen that used and lived off of sex and lust. She forced all thoughts of sex out of her mind. It was kind of hard since she could smell sex in the air. Also she thought she still had two naked people in front of her. One a muscular man with blonde hair and blue eyes, not to mention a big dick. The other a beautiful woman with long brunette hair and a long lean body with dangerous curves. She HAD to focus. Not on the smell, not on the naked people, and especially not on J. Who in the light made Mr. Fuck look wimpy.
Eirienel focused and slowly she found herself gaining ground on get powers. Forcing them back inch by inch, second by second. After what seemed like an eternity she had backed her powers into a metaphysical corner. She knew she could bind them and be rid off them forever. That prospect was so tempting she actually considered it. However, she knew that J despite his claims couldn't protect her forever. Besides she didn't want to be coddled and hidden, it just wasn't her. She knew she had to force her power into total submission. Only then could she really control it and use it. She was a Succubus she had accept it was who she was now. Yes she was Damned but she would rather die now than let her powers control her.
Another eternity passed, a second one passed. Her power wouldn't submit, well neither would she. Then she got it. Her power wouldn't submit because neither would she. She was thinking about it the wrong way. Her power wasn't some separate entity, her power was her.
Finally she let go and truly accepted her powers and herself. Power rushed into her, filling her but not consuming her. She had already forced control, it wouldn't overcome her again. Power kept coming, flooding her senses and filling every cell. Slowly the power started to change her, reshape her. Eirienel wasn't afraid, she knew no matter what changed she would still be her. The power kept coming making the change speed up. She felt muscles thicken, organs shifting, bones being shaped. Everything was changing she even felt her hair changing, she didn't want her hair to change too much she liked her fiery red hair.
She had been one of only five Anhie to have red hair, she had to be careful in the High Realm that she never grew prideful of her hair. But she was no longer Anhie, she was a Succubus.
Slowly the rate of change decreased, fading to nothing. However, her power kept growing. It was getting too much, she couldn't take much more. She tried to control it again but she couldn't stop it any more than she could stop the rain by holding out her hand. She felt a new emotion, panic. She mentally clubbed that down. She had to release the pressure or her powers would kill her. She focused, it was a race for her life. She scrambled for some release then she found it. An instant before her powers destroyed her mind she tripped the mental switch.
