The Succling and Her Dues

Chapter Three: Act 2

[Victorian District, 2018 (Continued)]

Cauva’s smile and wicked laugh faded after the door clicked behind her. This wasn’t the first time she’d left Syifus alone with her slimy familiars. Not that she used them often. Punishing him with mucus-covered anomalies as a scare tactic usually worked. As his saving grace, the familiars would wipe his memory after draining him of his essence and energy.

The collar, though… Was out of pure spite. Imagining the deep cuts and bruises ringing his neck stimulated her c******s, setting her vaginal walls ablaze and tingling for what’s to come next.

She traveled further down the hall, finding her way to a wavy lever boasting of intricate feather designs where it curls at the end. Cauva balled her firsts, silently seething. Comforting others was beneath her, especially succlings like Anara.

“Licentious earthworm,” she murmured before opening the door.

Light poured into the dimmed hallway, illuminating Cauva’s smooth skin. It was like stepping into another place entirely. The cream walls and pebble stone floors screamed beach. But not from the strands that bordered the Victorian District. Gloomy with seldom sunlight. More like the coastlines of the Persian District. Where neutral tones and a sun gradient sky dominated the mountainous terrain.

R.T. District had the finest beaches, Cauva recalled. But none were more ethereal and bountiful than the Eclipse Shore in the city of Alderman Bockz. The rocks edging the foam were rose quartz, dog whelk shells glowed like blue akoya pearls, and the grains of sand were lavender and peach. I won’t mind going back after you’re dead.

A large mass of black under Anara’s queen-sized canopy bed caught her attention. It reeked tuberose and narcissus, with subtle hints of oxen musk. Its nightly strands and simple splotches of white on the ends made her chest tighten. Readied her lips to lash out. However, Cauva released a sigh, along with the breath she had been holding captive in her mouth for what felt like ages. I’ll show you kindness, cambion, she thought to herself as she feigned a comforting smile.

Phillip and Aquarius were stroking her back, whispering sweet little things that twisted Cauva’s stomach. She rolled her eyes and continued to observe their loving hand squeezes and cheek kisses.

They tensed when a shadow loomed over them. Turning their heads, Phillip was the first to jump up, his stance on the defensive.

“Haven’t you caused enough strife,” he spat.

Cauva batted her eyes, seemingly surprised by this. “Is that what I do?” she questioned, tilting her head to the side. “Perhaps to a man, it may seem that way, but I am a full-fledged succubus. Demons in general do not have such a grasp on it.”

He glanced behind him, unsure of what to do. What to say. How to feel. He looked back at Cauva, his stern demeanor unwavering. “What is it that you want?”

“What I want?” Cauva pressed her hands together on her belly, her thumbs twirling about one another. Glory. Power. No one in my way. “Compassion,” she lied. “To show that I can be merciful and kind.”

Aquarius kissed Anara’s forehead and joined Phillip’s side. “If it is as you say, who are we to stand in your way,” she spoke softly.

“If I may,” Anara interrupted, pulling on the baby blue robe over her matching silk camisole gown, “I should be the one to seek forgiveness.” Her cheeks blushed, staring deeply into Cauva’s shaded pink eyes. Enraptured with the glimmers of gold and emerald swirling in them. Not only that, but she sensed the tension in Phillip’s sympathetic gaze.

Anara knew it was wrong to feel this unnerving pull toward Cauva, but she was too far gone. The tortuous venture from earlier still clouded her mind.

Painful bliss.

She brushed past Phillip and Aquarius, standing inches away from Cauva. Placing her hands gently on Cauva’s face, Anara smiled and said, “I know you are angry with my decision, but part of me can’t let go.” She pulled Cauva toward her, making their foreheads touch. “I’d do almost anything for you…”

Rage twisted in Cauva’s stomach, but her face remained sweet and content. “You understand that my heart is in the right place, don’t you?”

Anara nodded, tears brimming. “I promise, in time I will—”

Imbecilic swine. Cauva’s lips connected with Anara’s, their bodies melding into one another. Cauva gripped Anara’s waist, dragging her fingers up Anara’s spine. She clutched the robe and shredded the delicate fabric off Anara.

Aquarius, thrilled by this, rushed over and began sliding the straps off Anara’s shoulders. As the nightgown slipped down Anara’s torso and hips, Aquarius planted a trail of ravenous kisses, then bit down on Anara’s buttocks.

Anara groaned into Cauva’s mouth, choking on Cauva’s tongue as it surged further down her throat. She desperately wanted air, but the sweet sensation of Aquarius’ love bite sent her c******s pulsing and sweet vaginal serum gushing down her thighs. Please, she wanted to beg, but the only indication she needed more was through the nail-digging grip she had on Cauva’s shoulders.

Cauva chuckled, pulling away from Anara. She glanced at Phillip, whose attention was solely on Aquarius’ form. She nudged Aquarius with her foot, which confused the siren, at first.

Aquarius then turned to Phillip, excitement flaming her irises. She crawled over to him, salivating over his grasp on his hardened c**k. Watching him stroke it eagerly for her. She admired the way his eyes darkened into a chocolate haze that lingered over her soft, pink lips.

Sensing her son’s arousal, Anara’s face flushed, her eyes glued on Cauva. “Maybe we shouldn’t,” she confessed. “My son—he’s watching.”

“Let him,” Cauva whispered seductively, her tongue dragging along her bottom lip. “It’s not the first time he’s seen women f**k, and certainly won’t be the last.” Quickly, she topples over Anara, capturing Anara’s right breast and squeezing it.

Anara mewls, arching her back, pushing her stomach further into Cauva’s. The friction of Cauva’s chilly robe against Anara’s core had her twisting and turning.

Phillip groaned as Aquarius groped his thighs, jerking harder on his phallus.

“You always seem to impress me,” Aquarius giggled, biting her bottom lip as she wondrously gazed at his foreskin enveloping and retracting from his plump head. “Just imagine what it would feel like between my lips…” She smiled at him, drinking in the curly gray hair, and his freshly shaven stubble.

“There’s no imagining,” he stated. “It will be in all your lips, my little lovebird.”

She loved it when he called her that. It made her coo, making her chest plume with shoots of iridescent feathers, forming a circle on her chest and leaving her rosy breasts exposed. She extended her neck toward him, her nose brushing against his. “You do realize that I’m older than you by thousands of years?”

“Ahhh, yes.” He chuckled. “One-thousand and fifty-four years, to be exact.”

They engulfed each other in a brief kiss before Aquarius pulled back, grasping his c**k in her hands and teasing the tip with her elastic tongue.

His head tilted back as he murmured, “f**k…” before looking back down at his beautiful mate. He twisted her hair into a knot, forcing her to take his entire shaft to his base. He held her there until she gagged, dragging her back up for air.

His mother’s pleas to stop forced him to look her way, contrition pouring through him. “f**k… I’m sorry, Mother,” he choked, the saliva and grip of Aquarius’ mouth on his p***s conditioning moans to escape him. “I couldn’t resist her.” He looked away and thrust deeper—harder—into Aquarius’ vocal aperture.

Cauva laughed when Anara looked lost for words. “There is no need to worry over your mother, dear. She’s being taken care of.” She rammed her left index and middle fingers into Anara’s soaking-wet v****a, curling them slowly and applying pressure to the upper wall. Then, with her free hand, she pinched Anara’s right n****e.

“Please… please,” Anara cried, out of breath. “I beg of you!” Embarrassment crossed her rosing cheeks and pulsating eyes that kept peering toward Phillip.

He can’t save you from me, Cauva thought. “Look at me!” she commanded, rubbing frivolously against Anara’s c**t.

Both of them quiver, with Anara caving from Cauva’s touch and Cauva’s p***y begging for release.

“I need you,” Anara whined. Lava seeped through the roots of her hair, flames engulfing every strand and flailing in every direction. Her stomach and legs peeled back, exposing a brilliant ocean—filled with colorful fish swimming about. Vines wrapped around her thighs, their tips teasing and pulling back her vulva, tapping on her protruding c**t and tugging away at Cauva’s.

It was rare for Anara to transition into her succubus form, and Cauva envied her for it. Not because Anara hardly ever did, but because of how much more beautiful it made her. And with her features of fire clashing with water, succubi of Cauva’s ranking and all degenerate demons, alike, would find her rather intimidating. Why Death chose you, I’ll never know, she thought. Ruining you might sway him in my favor.

“Not as much as I need you.”

Trails of sweet kisses and Cauva’s snake-like tongue slither down Anara’s waist and past her navel. She lapped inside of Anara’s pulsating flower, blueberry musk wafting into Cauva’s nostrils.

Blueberries, of course, were Death’s fruit of choice, as they clashed with his alabaster features and produced a sweet red juice when crushed. The ghulahs that resided in Hêsteurœ were known to ferment blueberries and dry out the pulps until they could turn them to powder; creating blushes and lip tints as they saw fit.

The scent is what drew Cauva toward him before they formed a pact. His power. Influence. He was more appealing, politically, but she often wondered how he faired with breeding…

Anara gripped Cauva’s hair, screaming with pleasure. “Seven Hells! Your tongue is so deep inside me.”

To clear her mind, Cauva detached a piece of her fogging hair, letting it fuse with her v****a. Her pseudo-p***s sprung to life, oozing a minty cream substance. Then, it plunged into Anara’s core, stretching her tight p***y to accommodate the thick, lengthening rod.

The pain that Anara thought went away, came back full force. So, she drifted off, imaging Plaucius. The way he caressed her breasts, kissed her lips, and gazed into her eyes as he entered her. How I miss you, my love…