The Fantasy Trove

“Yum, I can’t wait to crack open their bones, and suck out their marrow. That’s my favorite part, Lorrey.”

For some reason I can’t quite put my finger on, that really isn’t the best sentence to hear when waking up. To make matters worse, my feet are dead, and three large green creatures are dancing around a small fire. Nauseously, they’re doing that on the ceiling.

Or I’m hanging upside down by my feet. Yeah, probably the later one.

My head feels like Zeus tried to play roller derby in it, and my eyes are bulging from having been down-side-up for too long. The ropes around my ankles and wrists have caused them to go numb.

“Angela,” I whisper, hoping the ugly things won’t be able to hear me while they talk about how they’re going to cook us.

“I’m here,” she says loudly enough to make me flinch. “Don’t worry, they have terrible hearing.”

I look at the creatures again, and a thought hits me. “Shouldn’t they have turned to stone in the sunlight?”

“That’s trolls that suffer from that curse. These are orcs. Somewhat smarter and not quite as ugly,” she replies calmly, and I realize she must have a plan for getting us out of here.

“Naw, I prefer to suck out their marrow before cracking their bones,” a different orc states. Smarter than Trolls? How dumb can trolls be?

“How are we going to get out of here?” I ask, hoping to be let in on it.

“They’ll cook and eat you first,” she tells me evenly, and I feel my stomach drop. “While their cooking you, I’ll break free.”

“What!?” I shout, before thinking better of it. She’s going to abandon me? I know she’s technically a demonic creature, but the pain she displayed over having killed someone in the past was real. How can she do this to me?

“Hey now,” a gravelly voice shouts at us, grating on my ears, “What’s with this chattah? We likes our food quiet.”

“And delicious,” another one pipes up jovially.

“Well, do you really know how to cook us?” I ask, stealing an idea from Tolkien.

“Tha’ lil trick of delayin’ us won’ work, succubus,” their apparent leader responds.

“Ha, Lorrey. You made a rhyme!” says the third Orc.

Okay, so apparently ‘smarter’ is a relative term for these creatures.

“Shaddup. Lanny, Is the fire ready yet?”

“I’m not a succubus!” I shout at the monster.

He spins back around and walks right up to me. I can smell his fetid breath, and have to fight to keep my gorge in.

“Ya smell like a succubus, you a succubus.” He snorts, and his snot plasters my still naked body.

“Oi, what was dat?” Lanny asks. “Lumpy, go check It out.”

Lumpy grumbles as he gets up, and starts heading out of the cave. Lorrey goes back to the fire, and backhands Lanny for no apparent reason.

“You were going to abandon me,” I accuse Angela, this time quieter, as I try to turn and face her.

“Nonsense,” she says, and I can tell her hands are free now, “I just needed you to distract them long enough for me to break free.” She swings her slender torso up to start working on the knots around her ankles.

“What was it, Lumpy?” Lanny calls out in time to muffle Angela’s drop to the ground. She waits in silence for a moment, then, “Lumpy?”

“Go check it out,” Lorrey commands Lanny, and takes the poking-stick from the slightly smaller orc.

I watch in dreadful silence, as Angela creeps up behind the lead orc certain that at any moment the beast is going to turn and club her. She makes it to just behind the monster, when he starts sniffing the air, and then suddenly turns, swinging at the succubus. She blurs, and somehow gets out of the way of the glowing poker, before jumping onto Lorrey’s back, and wrapping both arms around the creature’s neck.

“Gerr off me!” the thing yells while trying to get Angela off it’s back. Her arms barely make it around the monster’s neck, and I wonder if she’s even doing any good. With the noise the two are making, I’m afraid that the other two orcs are going to return at any moment.

I wish I could help, instead of hanging here useless. Wait, maybe I can. In my mind’s eye, I conjure the image of an Amazon goddess. Very tall, bronze colored skin, golden hair flowing, a leopard’s pelt her only clothing, and large arms, big enough to crush an orc’s neck. Now this would be a wild fantasy, I think.

Opening my eyes and looking back to the two struggling supernatural creatures, I see a different woman now, finishing off the large orc. It only takes a couple more seconds, before I hear a very audible ‘POP’, and the thing’s head rolls into the fire.

Maybe I made her arms too strong.

Angela, still in Amazon form, easily strolls over to me, and smiles at me through the gore covering her body. “This a fantasy of yours, huh?” she asks. She is easily tall enough to reach the bindings at my hands now.

“It is now,” I tell her, glad to be safe. “Wait, what about the other two?”

Just then we can hear footsteps approaching the entrance to the cave.

Angela crouches, ready to defend us, and with my hands now free, I lift my torso enough to start working on the ties around my feet.

I land with a whump, forcing all the air from my lungs. I’m not as nimble as Angela is. I turn just in time to see a new creature enter the fray.

It’s not who I expect to see.

“Brooke?” I yell out and am surprised to see her in pale-blue scale mail armor, and a wicked looking wavy sword covered in ichor in her hands. An odd long skirt, made of the same material as her torso armor, shimmers blue in the firelight, but seems to flow around her legs like water, widening towards the bottom.

“Stay back, Lyden,” Angela shouts, pulling me up and behind her with ease, before crouching down, ready to attack. “She’s here to kill you.”

If ever I’ve heard anything more absurd, I don’t remember it. Brooke has always looked after me. Honestly, I don’t know if the gentle woman could even hurt a fly. . . . Of course, she is carrying a dangerous looking sword covered in blood.

“Brooke won’t hurt me,” I try to say a lot more confidently than I feel. Why are my friend’s eyes sparkling with anger?

“She’s an assassin, Lyden. I don’t know what your relationship is with her, but I promise you, she’s not what you think she is.” The succubus sounds so confident that I really begin to doubt. It doesn’t help that Brooke is still coming towards us, sword at the ready.

“Brooke, tell her you’re no assassin,” I call to the curly redhead.

“She’s right, Lyden,” Brooke’s voice is filled with iron, and I feel my heart sink. “I am an assassin. Now step away from her.”

“What?” I demand. “No!”

“Lyden, don’t!” the Amazonian women screams, sensing what I’m about to do.

I super speed around Angela, planting myself between the two women, holding my hands out, a palm facing each of them. “I really don’t understand what’s happening, but Angela, if she’d wanted us dead, why did she kill the other two orcs?”

I see confusion blossom in the succubus’s eyes at my words, but it’s Brooke that speaks.

“Lyden, how did you move so fast?” I can tell that the question itself scares her.

“I don’t know,” I reply. “Something has changed in me, and we’re going to ask someone if they know what it might be.”

“You don’t. . . . Wait! The only one in this direction that might have that kind of information would be TanaVesta, the Pillar of Fire. You can’t seriously be taking him to her, succubus.” The way she pronounces succubus is like an insult. “She’ll kill him for sure!”

My mind is reeling right now. Brooke is an assassin? Why is she in that weird armor? She knows that Angela is a succubus? How did she even get here?

“I’ve already talked to her, and she’s agreed to see him first,” Angela shoots back.

“Figures one of your ilk would be on speaking terms with that monster. Did she promise you safe passage out afterwards?” Brooke seems to realize how dirty her blade is, as she takes a couple steps over to the headless corpse of the orc Angela had killed, and wipes her blade clean. Her eyes never leave the succubus.

Angela doesn’t speak, but she does relax her stance.

“Lyden,” Brooke continues, her sea-green eyes now resting on me, “did she tell you about who she’s taking you to? Did she explain what kind of creature TanaVesta is?”

“Angela told me she’s a dragon,” I reply cautiously.

“Ha,” Brooke laughs. “Did she also tell you that she is one of the pillars of this world? Or that her slightest whim is law here?”

“I didn’t want to scare him any more than needs be,” Angela pipes up defensively. I stare at the succubus, unsure of what Brooke is talking about, but not liking the sound of things.

“You mean you didn’t want him to be prepared for what you have in store for him,” the armored woman shouts back.

“I don’t mean him any harm,” Angela screams, and I can see tears of frustration in her eyes.

“Stop it, both of you!” I yell, trying to get their attention. I turn to the redhead first, “Brooke, I don’t know what your beef is with Angela, but she’s done nothing but help me heal and recover since she met me.” Not entirely true, but close enough for now. “And Angela, Brooke has been my friend since she saved my life when my parents died. If she’d wanted me dead, there‘ve been plenty of opportunities to do so.”

Something lands at my feet, and I look down to see my clothes.

“Well, you might as well cover up that bat between your legs, then,” Brooke says to me, not quite smiling.

In all of the commotion, I had completely forgotten that I’m still naked. I feel my cheeks burning, as I rush to put on my clothes, but I warily watch both women as I do so. This is the first time I’ve ever been naked in front of Brooke.

The armored woman sheaths her sword, but still looks like she’s ready to do battle at any moment. “So, you think he’s becoming an incubus?” she asks Angela.

“No. Something’s not right about that,” the succubus replies, and I realize that an incubus must be a male version of a succubus. Apparently the orcs didn’t know that either. “So you were there when his parents died, huh?”

I immediately know what she’s getting at, and feel my anger rising again. “Stop it,” I repeat myself. “Brooke had nothing to do with my parent’s death. She found me two days afterwards.”

Angela nods, but whether in acceptance or something else, I’m not sure. “Are you going to stop us from going?” she asks instead.

“Is this what you want, Lyden?” the redhead turns to ask me. “There must be other ways to find the answers you want.” For some reason I can see worry, hurt, and pain in her green eyes, and I want to comfort her, but the blue armor and the knowledge that she’s some kind of supernatural assassin stops me.

“I need to know, and I trust Angela,” I tell her.

“But she’s a succubus,” Brooke shoots back. When I don’t comment, she says, “I’ll escort you to the dragon’s borders, but I can’t go beyond that.”

“You’re not invited,” Angela states, and I turn to give her a look. “She’s an assassin,” she says in her defense. I’m no more moved by her argument than I had been about Brooke’s, and she drops her head in submission. “Fine, but I’m keeping an eye on her.”

“Good,” I say, as I finally finish getting dressed. “Both of you can keep an eye on the other, and I’ll feel that much safer.” I meant it as a joke, but as the words leave my mouth I realize it was a very poor one, by the pain I see in both sets of eyes.

Angela finds a large stick that’ll work as a club and somehow finds a leather thong to tie it to her skimpy leopard skin outfit.

I try to find something I can use as a weapon too, but other than a half gnawed bone, I see nothing.

Silence is our only other companion as we exit the cave, and see the peak where TanaVesta resides off in the distance.

After a while I get sick of the thick silence, and decide to break it with a few questions.

“Brooke, what did you mean by saying that TanaVesta was one of the pillars of this world?”

My long-time friend glances at me, then to Angela, before reluctantly saying, “I’m not surprised she hasn’t told you more of this place.” I shoot her a warning glance, surprised at my own behavior. Not that long ago, I was quiet and meek around her, despite having been friends for years. Her beauty was always intimidating to me, but after almost getting eaten by those orcs, I feel different inside. Stronger. Brooke sighs, and continues speaking, “Did she tell you that this world was created? Good. There were six creatures that banded together in ancient times, to create a world that we could live in relative peace; in other words, a world without violent humans.

“The most powerful creatures were of each element: Water, Earth, Air, Fire, Light and Dark. They became the six pillars of this world, and set forth the laws that govern this place, as well as all of us that choose to live here.

“TanaVesta is the Fire pillar. All creatures that belong to, or are tied to, that element serve her. Like your succubus.”

“Succubae are from fire?” I ask, confused.

“The fire of your loins, burning desire or lust. Sound familiar?” Angela pipes in, and I can see her point.

“Just so,” Brooke agrees.

“They’re also a bit demonic, remember?” Brooke adds, and I just shrug.

“You said that you can’t go beyond her borders. Does that mean you serve a different element?” I ask, trying to wrap my head around the idea of six creatures powerful enough to create a whole world. And of course, I’m going to go talk with one of them.

Gulp!

“That’s one reason. I’m under the Pillar of Water, Varun.” The way she pronounces the name, I can tell she has a lot of respect for him or her.

“Is he. . .she. . .they, I mean, is the Pillar of Water a dragon also?” I finally sputter out.

“Ha!” Angela laughs. “Not hardly, he’s nothing more than a—“

“Enough!” Brooke says quietly, as she draws her blade, cutting off Angela’s speach. “Do not speak ill of my master, and I’ll show yours the same respect.” The silence is once again thick, and I wonder what Varun is, and if these two are going to come to blows before we reach the border.

If so, which side will I choose?

After about another half hour of silent walking, the air suddenly feels a lot dryer and warmer.

“I can go no further,” Brooke says officiously, before turning to me, and I can see pleading in her eyes. “Lyden, it’s not too late to turn back. We can find the answers another way.”

“Will Varun know?” I ask her, and see tears begin to fall from her eyes.

“I can’t. . . . I’m not. . . . We can’t ask him,” she finally finishes.

I look at Angela, and see calculating confusion on her face. At least she isn’t taking this moment of weakness to poke at the redhead.

Walking up to my friend, I take her hands in mine, and look deep into her green eyes. “I need to know. Something has changed in me, something big. Is there a reason for it, or am I just a mistake?”

“You’re not a mistake, Lyden,” she tells me, hugging me close to her. With her chest pressed against mine, I’m surprised at how supple her armor is. I’m also shocked by her behavior, as this is the most touching we’ve ever done. “Never believe that you are a mistake.”

I hug her back to me for a moment, before she pulls away. “I’ll wait here for you. If you’re not back within a day, I’ll know you’re dead.” She takes another step away from me, before turning her back, and I know there is nothing more I can say or do for her.

Angela takes my hand, murmuring, “Come on,” as we turn and face the peak.

Besides the air, the ground is noticeably different here. Before, it had been rich soil with lots of growth, now it’s barren and rocky.

We walk in silence for a bit, which is disconcerting, as I’m getting sick of silence. I’d thought Angela’s silence earlier had been because Brooke was there, but now that Brooke is behind us, the usually jovial succubus seems depressed. In her Amazon guise, it’s actually kind of scary.

I open my mouth a few times to try to start a conversation, but I can never seem to form any words, and just end up shutting my mouth again.

The ground is rough and rocky, and very little grows on the side of this lone mountain. Thankfully I’m still juiced after my session with Angela before the orcs, or I’d have long since been winded. My throat is dry from breathing in the arid atmosphere, and trepidation about what is ahead really begins to sink in.

“You know she loves you, right?” Angela finally asks when we’re halfway up the side of the peak. The question sucks the air from my lungs.

“What?” I ask, flabbergasted. “No, she’s never. . . . I mean, we’ve always been friends, so I just thought. . .” Thought what? I wonder, unable to finish the sentence. Truth is, I’ve always wanted there to be more between us, but was always afraid I’d ruin our friendship if I tried.

“It can never be, though.” The succubus’s voice is quiet and somber. “One of the laws of this world is that there can be no permanent relationships crossing the boundaries of our two worlds. It’s not the most powerful law, but when it’s broken, an assassin like your friend there, is sent out to deal with it.”

I suddenly fully comprehend her statement to Brooke earlier. “You think she killed my parents, because one of them was from this world?” Shock registers in my voice, but this time I can’t shake the thought.

“It can’t be, though,” she continues. “The offspring of such a liaison is supposed to be put down as well. You can’t be a cambion. That’s one of an assassin’s main jobs: to kill and destroy any such offspring.”

“So, because I’m still alive, she couldn’t have been sent to kill my parents,” I conclude.

“But then why was she even there? Did she just happen to be in the lake you were boating in?” Angela asks, and then shakes her head. “There are too many questions, and not enough answers. Hopefully TanaVesta will be able to shed some light on what’s going on.”

“What’s a cambi-whatsit?” I ask, confused by her term.

“Cambion,” she clarifies, “the offspring of an incubus and a woman or a succubus and a man. Merlin was one, you know. It took decades to finally get rid of him. They’re very dangerous.”

And we’re going to see one of the pillars that decried cambions were unlawful? Great. . . .

I spend the rest of the climb trying to cheer Angela up by picturing all sorts of sexual acts and mentally sending them to her. It seems to have little effect, until we reach the summit. I’m not entirely prepared for what I see, as I look out across a massive plateau. Four giant pillars, carved with intricate runes and various images representing fire, support a triangular roof, which is completely engulfed in flame. The flame doesn’t appear to be consuming the structure, but I can easily feel the heat from at least a hundred feet below it. Tiered seating rises up on either side of the columns, filled with creatures from fairy-tales and horror stories. Most I don’t even recognize, like the one with two heads, but one eye each, or the one that seems to be made entirely of hairy arms and sharp claws.

My attention is drawn, however, to the massive creature at the far end of the pavilion. Its scales glimmer red, refracting the light of the flames above, and smoke curls lazily from its nostrils. Its long sinewy neck seems to go all the way to its tail. Six large legs, each with six toes tipped with six deadly looking talons, protrude from its body.

A true embodiment of the Chinese dragon: TanaVesta.

I have no idea how long I stand there, frozen in fear, sweat trickling down my back and my whole body shaking.

“Look at the human quiver,” a creature made entirely of blue flame shouts from the bleachers to a round of applause and jeers from its fellows.

SILENCE. The word seems to come from everywhere and yet nowhere. I don’t hear it with my ears, but feel it in my bones. HE HAS COME A LONG WAY TO SPEAK WITH ME, AND I WOULD HEAR HIM.

Angela’s hand on my back propels me forward. As if on their own, my legs seem to remember how to walk. I step forward towards the center of the pavilion and then stop, my mouth going dry. I try to work moisture into my mouth, but the golden eyes, easily as large as I am, terrify me, and I can’t speak.

Without warning the dragon vanishes, only to be replaced by a woman in a long flowing red cloth wrapped tightly around her body. Golden red tresses float around her shoulders, and if there was any doubt that this was still TanaVesta, her golden eyes vanquish it.

“Is this form better?” she asks me, her voice soft, yet commanding.

I nod, still not completely able to speak.

“And you are the one that Angela spoke to me about?” I nod again. The woman looks behind me at Angela. “This is not an aspect I’ve seen you in before, succubus.”

“We ran into some trouble with orcs on the way here, my queen,” Angela says, stepping up beside me and bowing her head.

“That’s what you get for making your home in the Earth demesne,” TanaVesta states bluntly. “If you’d move your home into my demesne, you’d be better protected.” She doesn’t wait for a response, before turning her considerable attention back to me. “She has told me that you seek to understand what is happening to you. That she has tried to feed on you while in our world, and you both grew stronger.”

“Y-yes,” my voice is barely above a squeak, “my queen.”

The woman laughs, and there is neither mirth nor malice in it, but rather a very deep hollowness.

“I am not your queen, little thing. I am merely a power beyond your reckoning.” Again, there is no malice in this statement, but simple fact. “I confess that I too am curious about the nature of whom or what you are. For as I’m sure even your diminutive race knows, nature abhors a vacuum. Yet, energy was not simply transferred from one to another, as is the usual succubus way, but rather duplicated.”

She takes a few steps towards me, and my knees lock in place. Her movement is gentle and smooth.

Like a snake approaching a mouse.

“In order to learn from you, I must taste of you,” she whispers, and I swear you can set a techno drum beat from the sound of my knees knocking together. She turns to Angela, and says, “You may watch from over there.”

Angela bows, and goes to stand by one of the pillars, leaving me alone with the dragon in human form.

She’s going to eat me, the terrified thought courses through my brain like lightning, but it’s still not enough to get me moving.

She takes the last remaining steps towards me and leans in. Closing my eyes, I prepare myself for the pain I expect to feel.

Her kiss on my lips is gentle and soft, and completely unexpected.

“Yum, you taste divine,” she purrs, and for the first time I hear actual pleasure in her tone. “I must have more.”

Opening my eyes in surprise, I watch as the red clothe covering her is pulled away by invisible hands, leaving her naked before me. Her body is devoid of any hair, except for the light red tresses on her head.  Her breasts are easily a D-cup if not greater, yet despite their size, they sit round and perky on her chest.

With a wave of her hand, my mentally conjured clothes vanish, and I’m standing nude before a creature that is likely on par with the gods.

“Mmm, Angela chose well in you,” she says, reaching out, and cupping my flaccid cock. I’ve been too terrified to even think about being horny, but at her touch, a fire rips through my loins demanding attention, and I’m instantly hard. “Very well, indeed.”

I’m overcome with lust and desire, my fear and trepidation vanishing in the flame of my desire for this naked woman before me. I no longer notice all the beings in the bleachers, nor do I care. I must have this woman, and I must have her now! Why won’t my limb move? I wonder in frustration.

“Now then, let me get a taste of this first.” The dragon drops to her knees, and kisses the tip of my swollen penis, sending new waves of lust through me and making my cock almost hurt, it’s so hard. When she swallows the head between her ruby red lips, and I feel her tongue slide around my shaft, I moan in frustrated bliss at how good it feels. I want to place my hands on the back of her head. I want to bend her over and take her right there. I want to fuck her for hours, and never quit. That’s right, I want to FUCK this creature!

Her left hand continues to fondle my scrotum, while her mouth does wonders, swallowing me deeper and deeper into her orifice. It feels so great that it doesn’t take long before I’m firing deep inter her throat. Sticky jets of sperm fly from my cock, and are immediately swallowed by the powerful being.

As soon as I finish pumping what feels like gallons of cum into her mouth, this magnificent creature pulls back, and I can see some of my seed dribbling down her chin. She quickly scoops it up, and licks it off her finger.

I barely even notice the slight drain on my system from the powerful orgasm.

“Yes. . . . There is definitely something about you. I can taste the power you hold. But I understand the true power of an incubus is in the actual act of mating,” she stands up, then says, “You can move now, my pet.”

My arms and legs are finally free, and I don’t even wonder that I’m still extremely hard as I pull her to me and into my arms. Her legs wrap around my torso, and my cock unerringly finds her hole, as I shove her down hard on it.

Her pussy slides around my shaft, and I feel complete, like I’ve never felt before. Her lips are on mine, as I move my hips in a frantic rhythm, driving into this goddess, and making her moan into our shared kiss. I can tell that her tongue is still forked, but I don’t care, as for some reason I find myself being turned on even more. Her tongue wraps around mine at least twice, and she slides back and forth in time with our hips. My hands are on her small ass, and I allow my right pointer finger to delve into her crevice, until I find her puckered little hole. Without any warning, I shove my finger in to the second knuckle, and groan as her cunt clamps down on my prick.

“Oh, you humans sure are wicked,” she moans, breaking the kiss, and I see her eyes roll back as she cums.

Pure life-sustaining energy floods into me. The torrent of life is so strong it tries to wash away everything that I am or ever was, and it takes all of my effort to hold on to who I am.

It also washes away whatever spell she’d put on me. I still find her attractive, and there is no denying that her pussy feels great around my cock, but I no longer see her as the greatest creature in the world.

She’d been manipulating me, and I feel my anger rise at the humiliation of it. All those creatures in the risers must be laughing at the easily manipulated human. Well, if they want a show, I’ll give them one!

“You have no idea, sister,” I say in answer to her statement, and see shock register in TanaVesta’s large golden eyes.

Before she has a chance to do anything else, I use my new energy to quickly pull her off me, flip her around, and then impale her ass on my cock, before her feet even touch the ground. She howls in either pain or delight, I can’t quite tell, and I don’t care.

With my hands on her hips, I pull mine back, only to drive forward again and again, making her grunt with the force of each impact.

“Oh, yes,” she screams, and I realize she’s enjoying the rough treatment, but then again, so am I. “My last thirty mates weren’t nearly this good. I think I’m going to keep you.”

I feel her spell try to take a hold of me again, but this time I’m somehow able to block it. I act as if it works though, just to see how things go. I will never be her pet.

“Yes, mistress,” I say, trying to sound full of lust and obedience.

She shoves her ass back hard against me, and I lose my balance, landing on the smooth rock floor. It stings a little, but her colon stays connected to me the whole time, and as she leans back, I lie down completely. She places her hands on either side of my chest, and her feet about my knees, and starts lifting her hips up and down, sliding her tight sphincter up and down my penis.

Reaching around her torso, I grab a breast in each hand, and twist her nipples hard, making her cum again. As her pleasurable energy fills me once more, I let loose with my own orgasm, stuffing her colon with my seed as we shake and shudder together in utter bliss.

We lay like that for a bit, trying to catch our collective breathes. She’s the first to recover, and I can’t stop the moan that escapes me as I feel her colon slide up and away from my cock, leaving it naked and bare for the court to see.

Bending over, she smiles at me, cupping my cheek in her hand. “You, my dear sweet pet, are an abomination that never should have been.” Her voice is barely above a whisper, and I have to strain to hear her. “You’re a Generator. I should by all of our laws kill you on the spot, but I won’t. I can use you instead.”

Once again, I feel her willpower lock my body into place, as she stands up, and faces Angela. “I’m afraid, my dear succubus, that you will have to be detained. You know it is against our laws to bring a human here, into our world, and this man is nothing more than that.”

I watch in futile horror as a couple of large hairy black creatures grab hold of Angela, and drag her away. She screams that I’m more than a human, and didn’t break any laws, but the crowd in the bleachers ignores her as they cheer their queen.

TanaVesta turns to another of the large creatures, similar to the ones that’d taken Angela away, and says, “Take him to my chambers. Tonight I’ll snack on human.”

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“Well, it seems I needn’t have worried about you, after all,” a voice says above me.

My eyes snap open to see an unfamiliar woman in a jogging outfit, bleached blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail, and some of the longest legs I’ve ever seen leading up to a skin-tight pair of jogging shorts, standing proudly over me. Her midriff is bare below a sports bra that proudly shows off a pair of decent sized breasts, and it’s very easy to see that her nipples are hard.

I attempt to sit up, and realize that I have a naked woman in each arm, and my crotch, soaked in our mixed juices, gives away what we’d been doing.

“Who. . .?” I ask, trying to figure out who this unfamiliar woman is. Looking outside, I see that the sun has set, and it feels like it’s late into the night.

“Have you forgotten me already? I talked to you just a couple hours ago.” A mischievous smile splits her lips, and for just a second the woman flickers and I can see Angela’s punk aspect, before she returns to her jogging persona. “I had to stop off for a snack, but it looks like you had the main course.”

“Angela,” I say in relief, realizing that she’s the only person who could’ve gotten into my apartment, without the key. “Wait. . . . A couple hours? You’ve been gone for over a day!”

“Damn!” she stomps her foot. “I hate how time plays odd tricks while in my realm. When I came out of my building and it was night, I’d just assumed it was the same night.”

“Did you find out what’s going on with me?” I ask, then go on to explain what’s been happening the last couple days.

She seems to grow nervous as I talk, but finally shakes her head, saying, “I didn’t find out exactly what’s happening to you, but I’ve been hearing some things that I don’t like.” She hesitates a moment, looking to the still naked women, before continuing. “We need to go back to my realm, and discuss some things. I have a . . . friend . . . that may be able to shed some light on this, but she needs to see you first.”

“I’m sorry,” I tell the succubus, studiously avoiding looking at the two naked women. “I didn’t even think about how you might feel about me sleeping with other women.”

Angela gives me a funny look, glancing at the two again, before bursting out with laughter. “I’m a succubus, silly! It doesn’t matter to me that you’ve been with a few women. Honestly, with everything happening to you, I’d be surprised if you don’t get some every chance you have.” She smiles at me, to lessen the hurt of her laughter and takes my hand. “It’s a great stress reliever, and if you’re still drawing energy from them, then all I can say is be careful. If you draw too much at once, they’ll die.”

Shocked, I pull away from the supernatural being. Of course, I knew that was a possibility and that’s why I’ve tried to be so careful, but to hear it said out loud really drives it home.

“Lyden.”

I mean, I could really hurt someone. No, I need to be honest. I can kill someone if I’m not careful.

“Lyden, stop.”

Looking at the two women, I start to panic. Were they breathing? The last few seconds of our tryst had been intense. Did I kill them and didn’t even realize it? What kind of monster am I?

“Lyden!”

No, Becky is breathing, and they’d both been warm while we were lying together. Maybe I’ll have to go celibate. That’s the only way to make sure I don’t kill—

A sharp sting against my cheek brings me back to the present, and I find two very large, very angry, brown eyes boring into me. Once again I can see flames in the back of her irises, and I shudder in reaction from more than just the slap.

“Now listen here, Lyden. I know what you’re worried about. As long as you don’t take and take and take, and you let them rest, you’re not going to hurt anyone.”

“But how will I know when to stop?” I demand, pleadingly.

I see the fire in her eyes quenched by sadness, the new emotion replacing the heat. “You’ll know. . . . You’ll feel them getting weaker as you continue. They may even pass out, but you’ll feel so alive . . . so powerful.” Her eyes close as she sits on a chair at my kitchen table. “I haven’t felt that way in a very long time. I’d almost forgotten, until we were together in my world.”

Feeling sorry for her, I walk over, squat down, and pull her into a hug. I can feel my shoulder growing wet as she cries. “Did you care a lot for him?” I ask when I feel her sobs lessen.

I’m not expecting her reaction. “Care for him?!?” There’s anger in her eyes again, but I can tell that this time its target is someone else. “I absolutely despised the man. He was a vile, evil creature, and . . . and . . . I killed him.” The last words, delivered in a whisper, allow me to feel the horror she still suffers from that act.

A glimmer of understanding starts to seep in. Whoever he’d been, she’d despised him, but somehow his death still weighs heavily on her conscience. I wonder if that experience may have been what led to her becoming a succubus. She’d told me that it had been from her own actions.

Then something else she’d said sinks in. “You felt the same after we had sex in the Shadow World?”

“Shadow World?” she asks, blinking to clear her eyes, and I realize that that’d been a term I’d come up with on my own. She gives a little laugh, before saying, “I like it. It fits. But yes, I’m still buzzing from the energy of our coupling. Normally I only take enough to sustain me for a day, but unless I have to expend a lot in a hurry, I’ll likely last a week or more. I haven’t felt this alive in centuries.” Standing, she faces me, and looks curiously into my gray eyes. “I still don’t understand how you survived? Especially since you received life-energy as well.”

Becky stirs and mumbles something, and Lisa cuddles closer to her roommate, disrupting Angela’s thought.

“We’d better go,” the succubus says and starts walking towards the door.

“Um, what about . . . ?” I ask; indicating the two slumbering women.

“Oh, they should keep until we get back,” she says off handedly.

“And if we’re gone for days instead of hours?” I press.

“Hmm, leave them a note then.” I do as told and cover them with a blanket before going to walk out the door. That’s when I realize I’m still stark naked. “Oh, for crying out loud, clothe yourself.” I turn to walk back in, but she stops me. “Try getting dressed mentally. Just think about the outfit you want to wear, and then think yourself into it.” She blinks, and suddenly, her jogging outfit changes color, demonstrating her advice. If I weren’t color-blind, I’d be able to identify what color it’d changed to. Something dark, but I can’t tell if it’s brown, green, tan, or something in-between.

Concentrating, I try to picture myself in a comfortable shirt and denim shorts. When I have the image in my mind, I try to apply it to myself. . . .

And wake up on the floor.

“Are you okay?” Angela asks worriedly.

I blink a few times, trying to get my bearings. Looking at my body, I can see that I’m dressed, but apparently it took a lot out of me. “Maybe I shouldn’t try that again,” I say, and I’m glad that at least my voice is steady.

“Yeah,” Angela says as she helps me to my feet. My legs are still a bit wobbly, but I manage to keep them under me. “I guess you don’t have all the same abilities as me, or are at least quite a bit weaker. Do you want to fuck and rebuild your strength?”

I think about it for a moment, but I really want to know what’s going on too. “Maybe later, if I need it. I think I’ll be fine for now.” My stomach growls, giving away the lie, and I quickly snatch a cold slice of pizza from the fridge, scarfing it down.

We walk out together, only to be confronted by Brooke again. “Oh! Lyden,” she says as we’re both not expecting to see the other. Then she blinks at Angela, and I wonder what’s going through her mind. She’d seen me go into my apartment with two girls, and come out with a different one. “And this is . . . ?”

I open my mouth to speak, but the succubus cuts me off.

“I’m his girlfriend, Angela,” she holds her hand out to my friend, and I just stand there, unsure what to say.

Brooke stares at the hand, then back up to me. “Lyden, can I talk to you for a moment?” She looks to Angela and pointedly adds, “Alone.”

I can see worry in my friend’s eyes, and I wonder what has her so concerned.

“We’re kind of in a hurry,” Angela says, and tugs me down the hallway towards the elevator.

“We’ll talk when I get back,” I yell over my shoulder at Brooke, as we turn a corner and find an open and waiting elevator. Well that’s convenient.

As soon as the doors are closed, Angela turns to me, and pushes me against the wall, her forearm against my collarbone. I’m still a little weak from the clothing debacle, and have no strength to resist her. “What do you know about that woman,” she asks me fiercely, and I just stare back at her in uncomprehending confusion.

“I, she’s, um, but, she’s a friend,” I finally splutter.

“Okay, but what do you know about her?” the fierce woman presses painfully against my chest, making it harder to breath.

“She saved my life when I was a kid, and she’s always looked out for me. Jeez, what’s wrong?” I wheeze, beginning to get worried.

Angela steps back, and tries to unruffle her smooth, tight jogging clothes. “Nothing,” she almost spits, letting me know that there really is something wrong. “Just . . . just be careful around her.”

I’m extremely tempted to ask what she means, but I see the fires in her pupils again, and decide to drop it. She can’t be jealous, can she? She hadn’t been about Becky and Lisa, but then again, those two aren’t in the same league as Brooke.

I wonder what Brooke wanted to say to me?

Silence reverberates around the small box as the elevator descends.

The doors finally open, and I follow the quickly walking woman out and to the Orange Bubble. I’m tempted to give her the keys, after all, she drives faster than I do, but for some reason I want to have some control over things. The last twenty-four hours have been a whirlwind of activity, and I need to have something solid I can rely on.

Once again as we drive, the lights turn green, and the only time I have to slow is when I make turns. The drive is in silence however, and I’m really getting uncomfortable as we pull into the parking garage of the building that leads to the Shadow World.

Just before we enter the elevator, Angela grabs my arm and turns me to face her. “Look, I’m sorry about back there. Just be careful around that woman, okay? She’s dangerous.”

“Sure,” I nod, still wondering about the succubus’s behavior, “but why?” Brooke is dangerous? Ha!

“Just do it,” she snarls, and I drop it. I don’t like this side of Angela. “Also, this . . . friend we’re about to go see. Be very careful with her too. She’s very powerful and could kill both of us in an instant if the whim strikes her. I wouldn’t take you to her at all, but she’s the only one I know that might be willing to answer or even know what’s happening to you.”

“Sounds dangerous,” I remark, now regretting not getting more energy before leaving. I’m still feeling pretty weak.

“All dragons are dangerous,” she replies, as if that’s common sense. Well, I guess it rather is . . . if you’re used to dealing with dragons!

We get into the elevator, and she swipes her special card, before we begin our ascent.

“Any other pertinent info I should know? Like, oh, I dunno, are we going to have tea with any ogres or goblins?” I ask, trying to cover the quaver in my voice.

“No tea, but we may come across some,” she says evenly. “We’ll have to travel a bit of a distance, but if we don’t bother them, they shouldn’t bother us.”

I gulp. I mean, what else can I do? Not go? I need to know what’s going on with me and why I’m suddenly getting these abilities. I never thought I’d be facing dragons, or goblins, or anything of a fairy-tale nature, but I’m willing to do what it takes to find out.

The elevator dings, and we step out of the oak tree, into a prairie field of flowers. Taking a deep breath, I can already feel my body slowly rejuvenating, as if jumping into a warm pool after a long day’s work. I actually have to blink, as it’s still day here, while it was night in my world.

“See that peak over there?” she asks, pointing into the distance. “That’s where we need to go. Shouldn’t take more than half a day.”

“How much daylight do we have?” I ask, hoping not to have to travel this strange land in the dark.

“We won’t be going through any night zones,” she says, then must see the confusion on my face. “Some zones, like this one, are always day, some always night, and some change similar to your world. Our path will keep us in the daylight.”

I nod, and breathe a sigh of relief. I have a feeling I don’t want to know what lurks in the all-night zones here.

We head away from the oak, and after walking for an hour it becomes apparent that I’m not going to make it half a day hiking, as weak as I am. Even as slowly as this place is rejuvenating me, I haven’t slept for what feels like days—not counting the short nap after passing out earlier with Becky and Lisa. All of my energy was sapped when I’d forced my clothing on, and I’m already exhausted.

Unfortunately, I don’t know how to broach the subject with Angela, even if she is a succubus. What do I say? Excuse me, demonic creature of sex and lust, but I’m feeling a little low. Mind if we screw to build me back up?

“I was hoping you’d feel that way,” Angela says to me, turning and plastering her body to mine.

“Wait, what?” I ask, confused.

“Silly, succubae can read emotions and thoughts. That’s how we know how best to seduce our target or fill their minds with fantasies. Your thoughts came through loud and clear, and no, I don’t mind a quick fuck to build us both up.”

No further words are necessary as her lips press against mine, and I feel her tongue dip between my lips, demanding entrance. I open up to her, pulling her tall, thin jogger’s frame to me. Her body feels very different in this form, with her larger breasts, taller body, and no additional jewelry, than she had as a punk, and I wonder how many forms she might have.

“As many as I want to,” she tells me, still reading my mind. “Do you want me to go back to the blue hair and piercings?”

Feeling emboldened by her forwardness, I undo my denim shorts and drop them to the ground, displaying my already raging hard on. “Does this answer your question?” I ask, allowing my turned on state to give her my substantial and inarguable response.

Her eyes sparkle as she drops to her knees, and quickly sucks my stiff wood between her warm lips, making me moan with the delight that her mouth is causing me.

“You did one of those girls in the ass, didn’t you?” she asks, and I realize I haven’t cleaned up from when I’d been in Becky’s colon.

“I’m so sorry,” I tell her, thinking that she’s disgusted with me.

“Don’t be,” she says. “I don’t mind.” And with that she swallows me back into her mouth and starts taking me down her throat. Her tongue does wonders as she licks around my shaft. I try to hold back as long as possible, but with four hundred years of experience, she soon has me firing off a volley of seed into her mouth. My knees buckle beneath me with the pleasure of it, and I collapse backwards onto the soft ground, but Angela’s talented mouth never leaves my member, and I realize I’m not softening. Must be another trick of the succubae. That, or something learned after four-hundred years of practice.

I realize that I actually feel a little more drained, until it dawns on me that I haven’t given her any pleasure.

“Lay back,” I tell her, “it’s my turn.”

She smiles, as she lies back on the soft soil and removes her tight biker shorts to reveal a glistening, bald, beaver. I dive in, hungrily, lapping up her already flowing juices, and nibble lightly on her labia. I avoid her clit, just sticking my tongue as deep into her as I can, and sucking in her inner lips, making her squeal in delight. Her overlong legs squeeze my head, and I know she’s enjoying what I’m doing.

This really pumps up my ego. I mean, how many men can say that they can please a four hundred year old succubus?

Me! That’s who!

Sucking hard on her labia, I use my tongue to press it against the roof of my mouth. My hands roam up her chest, under her confining sports bra, and finding her already stiff nipples I begin rolling them between my fingers, enjoying the louder moans that escape from her throat.

Sensing her getting close, I switch tactics, and bite lightly on her clitoris. Her powerful thighs nearly crush my skull as her back arches and sweet nectar pours from her. I can barely hear her cries of pleasure through my muffled ears. The best part is that I can feel renewed life flowing into me, rejuvenating my limbs, and making me stronger.

I don’t wait, as soon as her legs loosen their grip I dive up her body, aiming my thick log at her entrance. Kissing her forcefully, sharing her fluids, I thrust my hips forward, connecting us, and driving our pleasure to new heights. I moan as I feel her velvety folds enclose my cock, and ripple tenderly around my length.

Her hips buck beneath me in a desperate staccato, as I suck hungrily on her tongue. It doesn’t take long for me to be fully seated inside her wonderful canal, and unlike the last time we’d had sex, this somehow feels different. It almost seems as if both of our organs are trying to properly accommodate the other, only to find the other constantly changing in return. I realize that this must be why both Becky and Lisa felt so comfortable around my member, yet Lisa had been a bit looser.

Angela breaks the kiss, and places her hand on the back of my head, while she moans into my ear, “Fuck me, Lyden. Oh, God it’s been such a long time since anyone’s felt this great.”

I lift the bottom of her sports bra, releasing her c-cup breasts, and tweaking a nipple in both hands, as I suck hard on her neck. I’ve never been one into leaving or getting hickeys, but this seems to set Angela off again, and as I feel her life energy flood into me, I have to fight hard to stave off my own orgasm.

She grabs my face, and pulls my lips back to hers, kissing me deeply, but not in a sexual way. Physically I feel on top of the world, and as soon as she comes down from her climax, I roll us over.

Placing her hands on my chest, she plants her feet on either side of my chest, then lifts her pelvis up until only my tip is still inside her. Her eyes twinkle, as she looks deep into mine, before slamming her hips down forcefully. The speed and strength behind her movement would have crushed my hips a couple days ago. Today, however, I feel like Superman: completely unbreakable. She repeats her motion again and again, slamming down onto me, and I’m just able to match her pace, driving back up into her. The friction between our two bodies sends waves of pure distracting bliss through me.

I know I’m getting close, and there’s no way I’m going to hold off my ejaculation this time. I reach up to her bouncing, firm breasts, and pinch both of her nipples hard. Her pussy clamps down delightfully on me, and she stops bouncing and just shudders as her final orgasm takes her.

Like a cannon firing into a sweet valley, I fill her insides up with my seed. It feels as if I’m cumming for an hour, as her energy floods into me, and mine back into her.

Breathlessly, she hugs me tight to her body, as our minds come back to this reality.

“My my, what do we ‘av here?” A deep gravelly voice sounds above us. “Looks like we got ourselves a mid-day snack, brothas. And there ain’t nuthin sweeta than a succubus and her mate after they bin fuckin’.”

Looking up, I see three forms towering above us. I can just make out long tusks, and mottled green skin, before something strikes me painfully in the head and unbreakable or not, I black out.

No sleep comes for me as I lie in bed, hating myself for what I’ve done to those two women. The worst part is that I actually feel good right now, which only makes me feel even worse.

I just wish I had some way of contacting Angela. Hadn’t she told me that there was a way to give energy, rather than take it? How much longer is she going to be gone? If I had a keycard like hers, I’d be able to go to the Shadow World, and ask her. If, if, how, and if: my life has become nothing but questions.

When my alarm goes off in the morning for me to go to work, I’m at first tempted to call in sick, but then I realize that I might be able to get some thinking done while there, and I need to live life normally.

Yeah, right. . . .

Jumping in the shower, I feel a little refreshed, even though I’ve been up for well over twenty-four hours. The drive to work is surprisingly quick. The roads are packed, but somehow I keep finding a spot to slip in, and don’t have to stop even once as I hit every green light. I closely monitor my energy levels, but I don’t notice myself getting weaker at each chance of luck, and wonder if it’s just something else that’s new with my redesigned VW Beatle, the Orange Bubble. I’m not personally changing the lights, or moving people out of the way.

As I’m walking up to the security counter, I reach for my wallet, only to realize it’s not there. Crap! Without my ID, I can’t get in, but where did I. . . DOUBLE crap! I don’t remember having it after last night. I’m tempted to see if it’s still at the club, where it must have fallen out. That was the last place I’d used it. But if I do that, I’ll be late for work, even though I’m early now. Mrs. Lance’ll have my head if I’m late. Again, I’m tempted to just blow this miserable job off. I really don’t need it, since my rent’s covered for the next year, and I’m even getting a refund as well. Why should I put up with the austere Sheila Lance? And since it’s Friday, it feels odd to come in for one day and then take the weekend off.

Because I’ve been told to live my life as normally as I can, and her advice is the only thing I can rely on right now, I think answering my own question.

“Is there a problem, Mr. Snow?” I blink at the question, as it pulls me out of my thoughts. One of the security guards is looking at me waiting for an answer. I actually know her a little bit. When I’d worked in the mailroom, she used to chat with me from time to time, while we were making our rounds. I never learned her first name, and always just thought of her as Guard Lansbury.

“Guard Lansbury,” I say cheerily, giving her my best smile, “How’ve you been?”

She returns the smile, and replies, “Down five pounds, but that’s probably just from the shit I took, about half an hour ago. I haven’t seen you in this early since you were working downstairs.”

Did I mention she’s kind of raunchy? And massively overweight? She almost makes up for it with her huge knockers, but if someone were trying to get away from her, all they’d have to do is walk fast. I feel bad for thinking so lowly of her though; she’s always treated me well.

“Yeah, traffic just seemed to work out for me, but now it seems I went and left my ID at home.” I try to put on my most downtrodden face, hoping that she might just let me through, even though that’s against company policy.

“No ID?” she looks shocked, as if I’d just robbed a bank, instead of forgetting a little identification card. “Well, now, what are we going to do about that?” She pulls out her nightstick, and starts twirling it in her hand. “Sure you didn’t just hide it somewhere? I’d be happy to do a cavity search on you.” Now she’s smiling at me hungrily.

“Thanks, but I’m fairly sure I left it at the club last night,” I hedge, not really sure how to respond to her.

“The club, huh? I’ll bet you were dancing with some skinny sluts there too, when you could have had a real woman, like me.” She steps closer to me, and I want to back away, especially as I can feel a slight drain in my energy, and I know that whatever has been happening to me lately is in effect again. I hold my ground instead. I really don’t want to be late.

“Awe, but you know I couldn’t handle a woman of your caliber,” I say, hoping that she takes it as a compliment.

She steps closer, smiling hungrily now. “But how do you know, if you never try?”

She’s always flirted with me in the past, but never quite this forward. I need to figure out a way to turn my new abilities off, before something happens that I’ll regret..

“Maybe next time. Looks like I need to go get my ID,” I say, and take a step back, towards the door, only to have her hand on my arm stop me.

“I don’t think so,” she tells me, and sudden worry fills me by the tone of her voice. “Mrs. Lance will have your hairy left stone if you’re late. You need to get up there, and I think I know of a way to get you there.”

Part of me is afraid, and the other part hopeful. If she escorts me through, then all is well. If she wants to exact a price. . . .

I follow her to a security door, and she opens it for me with her badge. Just as I’m walking through, she shoves me hard, and I stumble the rest of the way in. The door closing and locking behind me sounds louder than it probably is.

“Of course, I don’t do favors for free. . .” she trails off as I turn to face her. There is an almost carnivorous look in her wild eyes, and her short brown hair frames her lust filled face.

“I thought you didn’t want me to be late,” I say, thinking fast.

“Oh, your bitch of a boss can have your balls when I’m done with them.” She lets that hang there for a moment, and then bursts out laughing. “You should see the look on your face, Lyden. Relax, I ain’t gonna rape you. Just head up those stairs to the second floor, and then you can take the elevator the rest of the way to your floor.”

I can’t help but let out the sigh of relief that escapes me, and I also can’t miss the pain that I see it causes in her eyes. This woman just helped me out, putting her own job in danger for breaking one of the buildings numerous rules, and I’d basically just insulted her. Okay, no ‘basically’ about it. I’d insulted a friend, and hurt her feelings. I may not see her as a sexual prospect, especially right now with me draining whomever I sleep with, but there are other ways to repay a favor.

She turns to walk away, but this time it’s my hand on her arm, stopping her. “Not so fast, Lansbury,” I say in as authoritative voice as I can muster. “You broke one of the security rules, and even though it was to do me a favor, I have to exact payment.”

She turns to look at me, pained confusion in her eyes, and I realize that she really thinks I’m going to turn her in.

“The price for my silence, will be one kiss,” I tell her, and while the pain disappears, the confusion remains in her eyes.

“Mr. Snow, there’s no need. I know what I am, and I won’t put you through that kind of torture,” there is a deep sadness in her tone, and my heart breaks to hear it.

“I didn’t say I was giving you an option,” I say, and know that I’m acting very different from my normal self, but something inside me says this is right. I then shove her back against a wall, and actually have to bend over her massive chest, to plant my lips on hers. I thought I’d be turned off by the thought of kissing this large woman, but she actually smells rather nice, and it only takes me a couple seconds to realize she’s one helluva kisser. I want to help this woman feel better, and this is the best thing I can come up with.

When the kiss ends, we’re both breathless, and I just leave her there, as I ascend the stairs. I don’t even notice until I’m halfway up, that I feel a little weaker than I did earlier. I remember getting pumped from kissing Becky last night, so why the difference with Lansbury? Is it because she doesn’t have the energy to give? Or did I actually transfer energy to her? If so, how the heck had I done it? Was it because I wanted to help her? Once again, more questions!

Despite the delays in getting to my office, I find I’m the first one there, though Thomas Johnson arrives only a couple minutes after me.

Seeing the older gentleman, I remember how Angela had looked when she’d first come in, and her telling me that her appearance had been in line with his fantasy.

“Lyden!” he exclaims as soon as he sees me. “I see your back on your feet. How are you?”

“A lot better, thanks,” I reply jovially. “I know I usually look for advice from you, but if I can offer some, never run into a light pole. They’re not as soft as they look.”

He laughs at my half-joke saying, “I guess that’s why you got contacts?” He’s referring to my naked face, of course. Angela had somehow fixed my vision, so that I no longer need glasses to see. I just wish she could have done something about my colorblindness.

“Nope! That pole must have fixed my eyes,” I tell him happily, and try not to laugh at his disbelief.

Then I see AnnaBelle Lewis come in, and immediately feel a somber mood enter with her.

“Laughter is the devil’s tool,” AnnaBelle says to us seriously, and I see Thomas roll his eyes. Unfortunately, she sits at the desk next to mine, between me and where Mrs. Lance sits. “It’ll corrupt your soul, and He’ll take over.”

“It’s good to see you too, AnnaBelle,” I respond, long since used to her pious views.

“Only our Lord and Savior is good, Mr. Snow. Though I’m gladdened that He has seen fit to grant you your health.” She looks at me sharply then, and I wonder if I have something on my nose. “I sense a dark and dangerous shadow over you,” she says ominously. “What heathen things have you been up to?”

Now, I’ve never been one too much into religion, but if she can sense the changes in me, then there really might be an almighty, and after everything else I’ve learned, I realize I have a lot more to learn. Then again, for some reason her holier-than-thou attitude gets under my skin.

“Oh, not much. Just went to the club last night, banged a babe while her roommate watched, and drove home. But before that I was hitting a punk babe with blue hair and pierced—“

“Mr. Snow, that is quite enough,” Mrs. Lance says right at that moment, walking in.

I can see AnnaBelle glaring at me out of the corner of my eye, as I sheepishly get behind my desk. She really didn’t deserve that treatment, and I feel bad for my actions.

Debbie Jones is the last one to enter, and after sharing that kiss with the large Guard Lansbury, I look at the slightly chubby coworker in a different light. She’s by no means ugly, but does have some rather nice curves to her. I wonder if she kisses as well as Lansbury?

Debbie gives me a shy smile, and I realize I’ve been staring and try to bury myself in my work. As I continue to compile data from various spreadsheets, I can feel my vitality draining. I also note that both Debbie and Mrs. Lance keep staring at me. The drain isn’t great, but it is noticeable. AnnaBelle studiously ignores me.

‘Blue haired, and pierced, huh?’ A popup says on my desk, and I see it’s a message from Johnson. Smiling, I nod to the older man across from me. ‘Lucky!’ is his next reply.

Guard Lansbury walks in, holding something, and leaves it at Sheila’s desk. The guard gives me a very obvious wink as she walks past my desk. I can literally feel AnnaBelle’s glare against my back.

“Mr. Snow, can I see you up here?” Mrs. Lance states firmly.

Great. . . . Did Sheila see those messages from Thomas?

As I walk up to her, I see my wallet sitting on her desk. How’d that get here? Then I see the look in Sheila’s eyes. . . . Oh, great. Now I’ve really pissed her off.

Wait, maybe this is a good thing. If she gets pissed off at me enough, she’ll fire me, and then I can still claim I was living normally.

“Mind explaining how you got into the building without your wallet, or ID?” she demands of me.

Now’s my chance. Puffing out my chest, I look her dead in the eyes, and say in my most pompous tone, “I walked in through the doors. Is there supposed to be a back door for us flunkies?”

Sheila’s jaw tightens, and I can see she’s shaking from trying to hold in her wrath. I hear a number of gasps from behind me, at my audacity.

“The Devil’s work,” a mumbled voice says, but it can only be AnnaBelle.

My boss gets herself back under control, grabs my wallet, and stands up. “Come with me, please, Mr. Snow.”

I let my smile show at her back, as I follow her out the door and into an unused conference room, far enough away from our office that I’m sure my soon-to-be previous coworkers won’t hear her yelling at me, or anyone else, for that matter.

“Mind explaining yourself in there?” she asks me, her tone level. Her brown eyes are trying to bore into me, and I can feel my energy levels draining.

Just then I get an idea.

I know I shouldn’t, but after putting up with Sheila Lance as a boss for around a year now, I want to get some of my own back. I’m not entirely certain how my ability works, but if I keep myself under control, I shouldn’t hurt her.

At least, I hope I don’t.

Today, she’s wearing a dark suit jacket, over a white button up, and dark flowing pants. Her black hair is tied back in its usual bun, and I can’t help but wonder if the reason she’s always so ornery is because her hair gives her headaches.

“No explanation’s needed,” I tell her, concentrating on her body as I speak and allowing my instincts to take over. I notice a slight shiver run through her. I also notice a depreciable drop in my stamina.

“You’ve been with us for some time now, haven’t you Mr. Snow?” Her voice sounds a little husky now, but I can still see anger smoldering inside her brown eyes.

“I’ve been working. . . under you. . . for a little over a year,” I tell her, concentrating on the innuendo, and sensing her body becoming more receptive to me. Am I becoming a succubus? Is there such a thing as a male succubus? I’ll have to look that up later.

I notice her eyes dilating as she contemplates me, tapping her finger on my wallet. “That still doesn’t excuse your behavior in there.”

Turning my back on my boss, I go and lock the door, then crank up my concentration on Sheila. “I think I know what this is really about,” I tell her, and notice her eyes glazing over. Oops, maybe too much. I back off a little, and just in time, too, as true weariness starts to worm its way in.

She gives herself a shake, before saying, “M—Mr. Snow. What do you think you’re doing?” She tries to protest, as I walk over, and start undoing the buttons on her jacket. She doesn’t try to stop me though, and it only takes a couple seconds to get it off. “This is highly inappropriate,” she tells me, but her voice is barely a whisper, and her eyes are closed.

Continuing to follow my instincts, I harden my voice, and command her, “I don’t allow my slaves to talk, unless spoken to.” Her eyes snap open, and I can see the anger attempt to reassert itself, but by now her shirt is unbuttoned and I tweak one of her nipples through her bra. She shudders again, closing her eyes. “That’s right. I’m going to make you my own little cum slut.”

I’ve never treated a woman like this before, but everything inside me is pushing me to keep going. By the way she’s reacting; I think I might just get away with this.

“But. . . I’m your boss,” she almost whimpers, then moans as I twist her other nipple.

“Hmm, you have a point,” I concede as I slip my hand inside her bra, and gently rub her tender areola. “In front of others, you will continue to be my boss, but when we’re alone, you’d better return to being my submissive slut. I’d recommend, however, that you treat me a little better out there, lest I have to exact harsher punishments from you.” Unsnapping her bra, I finally get a good look at her bare chest, and smile. Her nipples are both hard, and pointing straight out from her chest. Her ample bosom is likely about a C-cup, some part of my mind informs me. “You will find I can be a gentle master, but only to an obedient slave.”

I walk around behind her and marvel that I have this high-and-mighty woman at my whim. Not yet, some part of my subconscious informs me, and I realize that there’s one more formality.

Reaching around her waist, I undo her pants, and gently slide them down her hips. Standing back up, I gently kiss the back of her neck, while lightly running my fingers up and down her arms. Her entire body is shivering now, and not from any cold that might be in this conference room. Slipping my right hand into the front of her black panties, I pinch her outer labia together, and then rub them against each other, eliciting a moan from her. I can feel how hot she is already, and know now is the time to ask my question.

“Are you going to be an obedient slave? Or am I going to need to punish you first?” My voice, whispered directly into her ear seems to spark one last bit of defiance.

“I am your boss, Mr. Snow. I will not be—“ I cut her off by pressing hard against her slit, and painfully tweaking her left nipple again.

“Looks like you will need some training,” I tell her, as she gasps in both pleasure and pain. I walk us over to the massive conference table, and bend her over it.

“What do you think you’re—“

Whack!

She howls as I spank her, but I know there is still a bit of fight in her, as she resists me pulling her wet panties off.

Whack!

Her panties are now on the floor, and I can see a red hand print on her left buttocks. Some inner part of me feels bad for this woman, but then I remember all the times she’s chewed me out, or given me impossible deadlines, and slap her other cheek.

Whack!

I can now smell the unmistakable musk of a woman in heat, and ask, “Are you going to be my obedient slave now?”

She whimpers as she nods, but that’s not good enough.

Whack!

“Say it, so that there can be no misunderstanding, Sheila Lance.” There is an odd sensation in the air as I use her name, and it actually feels like it settles into my boss.

“Yes! I will be your slave,” she cries out, and I’m thankful that she chose a conference room far from any other offices.

“What else?” I ask, and lift my hand. I have no further intention of spanking her, unless she pushes me to it, but a little motivation won’t hurt.

“I’ll be your obedient little cum slut,” she says hurriedly. “I’ll do whatever you want, whenever you want. Just. . . Just please, master, command your slave. What can your slave do to please her master?”

If I hadn’t already been rock hard, hearing those words would have gotten me there. I bring my hand down, and she flinches, but I don’t strike this time. Instead, I gently rub her red rear. I do this for a couple of seconds, but a weakness in my knees informs me that my energy levels are getting low. It probably doesn’t help that I got no sleep last night, either.

Dropping down behind her, I say, “My slave deserves a reward for being obedient.” Licking her from slit to asshole, I make her moan in further anticipation. Reaching between her legs, I place my right thumb at the nub of her clitoris, and shove my tongue as far into her as I can.

She cums instantly and I feel new strength flood into me. I continue to apply pressure to her clit, while simultaneously throwing up a mental wall, blocking further energy from leaving her. I don’t need too much from her right now. Perhaps if I just sip a little off each orgasm, I won’t really hurt her.

She continues to writhe on the table, moaning loudly, and I realize I’m still pressing hard on her sensitive point. Standing up, I back away from her, and sit down on the largest chair in the room. She quickly turns and looks at me, wondering what I have in mind next. Is that hope in her eyes?

“I want my slave to please herself, while I watch,” I tell her with a smile. “Please me with a good show, and I’ll reward my slave.” I emphasize my words with a grab of my crotch.

Without any hesitation, she jumps onto the edge of the table, and displays her wet pussy to me. She is completely clean-shaven, and I wonder if it’s just coincidence, or if she’d planned on being with someone else tonight?

Regardless, she’s here now, and smiling at me, while she spreads her lips with two fingers, and uses another to rub up and down along her clit.

My cock is straining at my pants, and I pull it out, lightly stroking it. As soon as it pops free, Sheila licks her lips, giving it a hungry stare. She jumps off the table and approaches me, but I stop her.

“Uh-uh. I told you to give me a show, then I’ll reward you.” She pouts for only the merest moment, before turning around, bending over, and slipping two fingers into her wet snatch. Sucking her social finger into her mouth, she lubes it up, before reaching behind her, and slipping it into her anus. “That’s right, slave. Show me how slutty you can be. Get yourself off, and I’ll let you lick my cock.”

She smiles at me between her slender ankles, and starts to go wild on her fingers. Her ample breasts are bouncing in rhythm to her left hand diving in and out of her coochy, while her right finger teases her puckered hole. She continues this until her knees buckle, and she collapses on the floor, quivering and moaning in orgasmic delight.

Once again I feel energy leech away from her, as it flows into me, but I block it after only a little bit, and just enjoy the show.

“It’s time for your reward,” I tell her, standing up, and walking towards her. She’s immediately on her hands and knees, practically begging for my cock.

“Thank you master, for rewarding your slave!” she moans as her hands grip my hips, and pulls me to her.

 I tap the head against her forehead, and she impales her mouth along my rod. Her tongue ravishes the underside of my penis, while she strives to get as much of me down her throat as possible. As had happened with Becky last night, somehow she manages to get all of me into her throat. I’m so turned on by everything, that I can already feel my culmination coming, and I grab the back of her head, holding her down on me, as I fire off powerful gobs of my goo directly into her stomach.

Power once again streams into me, and I realize she must be coming again, too, but I don’t have enough spare thought to block any of it, as my own bliss overwhelms me. I’m not sure when it happened, but at some point I come back to the land of reality, and find I’m sitting back in the comfortable chair, with my newly acquired slave still sucking on my now limp prick.

“That was very good, slave,” I tell her, petting the back of her head. “We’d probably better get dressed and back to the office, before anyone begins to wonder.”

I can see she’s disappointed that we won’t be continuing, but she also knows I’m right.

“Don’t let it happen again, Mr. Snow,” my boss tells me as we walk back into our office, and she hands me my wallet.

“Yes, Mrs. Lance,” I try to act humble, but I can still picture her getting off on her own fingers. I can’t wait until I can drive my cock into her pussy, but it will have to wait.

‘Did she ride you hard?’ Thomas sends to me in an IM.

‘You have no idea.’ I respond.

The rest of the afternoon goes by smoothly, other than catching occasional glances from Sheila that are anything but appropriate. Only AnnaBelle seems to notice anything not quite right, but I dismiss her, until she catches me in the elevator.

“A demon has taken over your soul, Mr. Snow,” she tells me in all seriousness. My first thought is to panic. Had she seen Angela when she’d been in the office? Did she know what’d happened with Sheila and me?

Of course, not, I reason. How could she? The overly religious AnnaBelle Lewis would have said something earlier.

“I don’t know what you mean,” I tell her, trying to stay calm.

“Oh, yes you do,” she denies my statement. “I can sense the corruption in your soul. You need to come to my church this Sunday. That’ll set your head back on straight. Reverend Chilton is a great man, and he can help you.”

Before I have a chance to respond, the elevator doors open, and she rushes out. Thankfully I won’t have to deal with her for the entire weekend.

What the hell was that? I wonder. Can she actually sense the changes in me, or is it just her over-zealous religious attitude? I’ve never been very into the whole ‘There must be a higher power than me,’ scene, but I can’t help but wonder after that conversation.

“Lyden,” I hear a familiar voice yell, and I turn in shock to see the last person, or rather, persons, I expected to see standing next to the Orange Bubble. “We waited here all day. Ever since we returned your wallet,” Becky says to me, her long chestnut brown hair tied into a braid and flowing over her left shoulder. In this light, I can finally tell that her eyes are a deep dark brown.

“Why’d you leave in such a rush last night?” Lisa asks immediately after, her blue eyes flashing. “We could have had a lot more fun.”

“How’d you. . .?” I trail off, as I realize that I must have left my wallet at their place, and they would have known where I work from my ID; which means, they also must know where I live from my driver’s license. “Are you ladies feeling alright today?” I ask, worried after having drained them both of so much energy last night.

“Why? You don’t have a disease, do you?” Lisa demands, and I realize how my question might have sounded.

“No, I was just worried,” I respond, lamely.

“Last night was the best sex I’ve ever had,” Becky says next. “I’ve never felt so satisfied afterwards, but the way you took off, had us worried.” The brunette walks up to me, and places the back of her hand on my head before asking, “Are you feeling okay? Is that why you left?”

Having no idea what I’m going to tell them, I just nod. Becky tosses Lisa something, and by the jingle, I realize that it must have been her keys. “Lisa, you follow us. I’m going to ride with him.”

I want to protest, but something inside me stops me. It’s not the same instinct that told me how to deal with Sheila, but something a lot more subtle.

The drive home is thankfully a short one, and with my luck in this car, we soon lose Lisa far behind us. My suspicions about them knowing where I live, are confirmed when Lisa still manages to pull in behind us.

The entire drive, Becky is talking about how worried the two girls had been for me and how happy they are to find out I’m okay. Meanwhile, I’m trying to figure out how my wallet got out of my pants at their place. There hadn’t been any reason to take it out there, and I don’t think Lisa’d gotten close enough to abscond with it while I was screwing her friend. How had it gotten out of my pants?

And why are these two women now attached to me? I guess I can kind of understand with Becky, if I’d been the best lay of her life, but Lisa? It doesn’t make sense. At least I haven’t really hurt either one of them.

When is Angela going to get back with some answers? We’d only been gone from the real world for about half an hour, while spending hours in the Shadow World. She must be spending weeks there.

Or has she abandoned me?

“Who are these two?” I hear the sweet dulcet tones of Brooke’s voice, interrupting my thoughts. My heart drops, as I realize how this must look to the woman who saved my life so many years ago and who I’ve had a massive crush on since I was old enough to be interested in boobs.

*     *     *

“You really don’t have to explain,” Brooke says to me, for what feels like the hundredth time. “I’m just glad to finally see you with a woman. . . or two. I was beginning to think you were gay.”

“What? NO!” I protest. Why did she have to walk out, just as we were heading up to my apartment?

Brooke saved my life when I was just a little kid, and for some reason has always looked after me. I’d been boating with my family, when the ship must have capsized, dumping us all in the lake. My parent’s bodies were found fairly quickly, but I hadn’t washed up on shore for two whole days. No one could explain how I’d survived for two days, least of all me. What I know now, is mainly due to reading the reports afterwards. I remember almost nothing from that day, or the two following, other than a sense of darkness and fear. Brooke had been the one to find me, and now here she is again, finding me with two women!

“Well I can see that now,” she replies jovially, giving the two women a wink. It’s only then that I realize she’s teasing me. Why am I even letting Becky and Lisa into my apartment anyway? Because some subtle instinct had told me I should? Pshaw! I should have left them back at work! No use now.

Embarrassed I quickly unlock my door, fumbling my keys only once, and throw the door open, rushing through as if escaping a dangerous beast.

“Was that your girlfriend?” Becky asks me, flipping her braided brown hair over her shoulder.

“No, she just saved my life when we were kids, and we’ve been friends ever since,” I reply with perhaps a little more heat than I mean to.

“Okay, okay, I was just asking,” she says defensively. “She is very pretty though. Wish I had eyes that green.”

“Oh, stop, Becky,” Lisa finally pipes up. “You’re beautiful too. How else did you entice this stud back to your place? I saw how everyone was treating him there, and he chose to walk away with you. Hell, he has that hot body across the hall, and he still brought us up here.”

Wow! If ever I need a cheerleader, Lisa is the one to choose.

“You’re right, Lees,” Becky tells her friend, shortening the Blonde’s name. She turns to me, and places her hand on my chest. “He did bring us up here. Do you think he wants to do vile and dirty things to us?”

I open my mouth to protest that that’s not why I’d brought them up here, but Lisa’s hands come from nowhere to wrap around me, and I hear her say, “I certainly hope so.”

“Now, wait,” I finally find my voice, but before I can say more, Becky’s hand pulls my head down to her level, plants her lips on mine, and I forget what I was about to say. My arms go around the brunette’s short, slender form, and pull her tighter to me, picking her up and deeper into the kiss. I can feel Lisa’s breasts pressed against my back, while her hands unsnap my pants, and dig into my boxers to find my hardening cock.

Moaning into the kiss as Lisa begins rubbing the head of my penis, I set the short woman back down and start working on Becky’s pants. Lust has overtaken me, and I desperately want to rip into these two pretty women. As soon as her pants are on the floor, I break the kiss, and pull up her shirt. She’s wearing a tan bra today, and without hesitation I pull down the left cup and latch onto her nipple, sucking hard, and making her moan.

My pants hit the floor a moment later, and I sense Lisa getting between us as I’m hunched over, and she gently massages my scrotum. “My God, Becky. I still can’t believe you fit this beast down your throat.”

“Mmm, yeah,” Becky moans as her fingers dig into my short hair. “You’ve got to try it. He really does taste great!”

Digging at the snaps of Becky’s bra, I can’t seem to get them undone. It doesn’t help my concentration when I feel Lisa’s warm mouth stretch around my cock, and finally in frustration I pull the whole damned thing up over her head, being careful only of her melons as I do so. The swear word barely even registers in my mind.

I look down and see that Lisa has somehow successfully managed to squash my prick halfway down her gullet.

Becky grabs my attention back, as she hungrily kisses me, and I let my right hand to go to her already wet snatch. My left hand goes to the back of Lisa’s head, to let her know I’m enjoying her ministrations. It doesn’t take me long to find the brown-haired woman’s clit, and I vigorously rub back and forth, making her shudder in pleasure. As soon as I sense her getting close, I slip my middle two fingers into her, crook them, and begin vigorously rubbing the front wall of her vagina. A few seconds later, I’m rewarded for my efforts, as she soaks my hand and the back of Lisa’s head in her squirted fluids. A new wave a pleasurable energy washes into me at the same time, recalling me to what I can now do, and that I need to be careful.

“What the. . .” Lisa asks, releasing my rod, and feeling the back of her head, before turning to look at her friend.

“I—I’ve never. . . never cum like that before,” Becky states breathlessly. “It felt odd, but so intense!”

“I’m jealous!” Lisa pouts, before turning completely around, and locking her lips on her friend’s nether-lips. Becky lies flat on the floor, and Lisa doesn’t let up, making the short woman moan in delight. Lisa’s ass is in the air, her pink pussy lips pointed at me, (When did she take off her pants?), and I figure that’s as good a spot as any to store my penis.

Squatting down behind the hungry woman, I rub the head of my rod against her slit, making her moan into Becky’s pussy and shake her rear in anticipation, before thrusting forward, and slipping into her already soaked coochy. She takes a quarter of my length, before I have to pull back, and dive in again. I can tell that she’s a little looser than Becky, yet she seems to fit like a glove, just like Becky had last night.

“Oh, God,” Lisa cries out, and I see she has two fingers buried in Becky’s vagina. “I can feel you in every corner of my cunt. Fuck me hard with that big stick. Fuck ME!” Her language grates on my nerves, but I do as she asks, driving into her with force, until I feel her little hole clamp down on me hard, and strength flows into me. This time I remember to put up a mental block before taking too much from her.

I continue to pound into her, until she reaches back and puts her hand against my stomach, and pushes me back. I sit on my rump, and grin as I continue to watch the blonde shake in orgasmic bliss.

Suddenly Becky is right there, leering at me. “Good, maybe now she’ll believe me when I say that you’re the best lay in town. Now then, my little cunny is a little too sensitive right now, so we’ll have to use my back door to finish this monster off.” She emphasizes her words with a quick tug on my member, then bends over, and starts cleaning her roommate’s juices from me. Once again, she’s able to take me fully into her throat, and if it hadn’t been for that little escapade with Sheila earlier today, I likely would lose it right now. Instead, I’m able to last while she deposits a liberal amount of saliva on my dick, before turning her back on me, aiming my pole, and impaling her tiny ass on it.

The feeling of her sphincter sliding down my cock is divine, and I lay fully back on the floor, trying not to shoot my load too quickly.

“You made her squirt,” a whisper startles me, “now I want to squirt.” I turn to see Lisa watching my cock slipping in and out of her friend’s anus, as Becky bounces up and down on top of me.

Her little pussy is within easy reach, and I slip my middle two fingers into her freshly screwed hole. Crooking my fingers again, I rub vigorously against her inner front wall, making her moan and hunch her hips against my invading digits.

“Oh shit, it’s been a long time since something in my ass has made me cum!” The brunette cries out a second before her sphincter tightens perceptibly on my dick. I immediately throw up my block against her energy.

“Oh, I feel it,” Lisa starts to moan. “Watching you make her cum, and whatever it is you’re doing is going to make me cum too. Oh, shit, it feels like I’ve gotta pee.”

I don’t let up however, somehow knowing that is what a squirt can feel like. When it happens, I find that she doesn’t put out quite the force that Becky had, but my hand is soaked nonetheless. I also feel my mental wall crumble under the force of both these women’s orgasms. I’m so overwhelmed by the feeling of their pleasure that I can’t hold mine back anymore, and I unload into Becky’s colon.

Our energies seem to feed back and forth into each other, constantly driving us to higher and higher plateaus of pleasure, until we can take no more, and blackness overwhelms us.