Succubus Love

Hacium

No matter how others may see Hell, Cofer could only see its beauty. While everything reeked of blood, the red sand and the gray skies were poetic. The plant life and the trees grew with the essence of death engraved in them. Everything about Hell was symbolic of human reality. Blood. Pain. Death. Those are the things that were the only real truths, not time, politics, or money. There was a point in his life where there were vampires that requested him to show them pain just so they could feel some remnants of life.   

As they flew over the distorted forests, and the turbulent seas, Cofer could not help but to take it all in. He wished he could have a castle built by the bloody sea. He would put a chair out and listen to the screams and cries of despair and maybe read a book. Those were his plans at one point in time, until he met her. She was the epitome of life. Every time he thought about her his heart pumped a little faster. Love was tiresome and painful. “Damn it, Valin! ! I’m not prepared to lose her!” He screamed from within. 

Cofer chuckled to himself. He had let his jealousy turn into rage. He was sure he had it under control prior to that night. In fact, he had a growing respect for Valin’s love for Josey. Valin was more mature. He was ‘rich bad boy’ handsome. And he had done s****l things to her that he could only dream of at that time.  “To be fair he wasn’t the only one.” Cofer said to himself. He would never grow facial hair. He was frozen in time, forever 21. Valin could have any woman he chose and Cofer was lucky to have Josey. [Sigh.] Valin was like a child that had every toy in the world but chose to share the only toy Cofer coveted.

As they approached Hacium, the gargoyle's pace increased. They were anxious to be home again. Cofer understood. Even if there wasn’t another to arrive home to, being around others that were like you made things easier, made life easier. Being with the gargoyle’s gave him the time he needed to think. His heart was telling him to run back home to Josey but his mind was telling him to stay on task. After their son’s were born, he would not want to leave Josey’s side. They would spend their eternal lives sprinkling child after child throughout the ages.

When Cofer saw the tree line sprinkled with bright red devil’s fruit, he knew they had arrived. Only gargoyles, the demon king, or him could cross through to their world. He wasn’t sure why he was allotted that honor but he didn’t question it. [Maybe it had to do with a superior bloodline?] The dimension could not be reached by flight, you had to walk through.

They cross the barrier. Mataug was excited but unlike the other 4, he could barely move his legs. The times he had to fly with Cheva had worn him down. It took Cheva three days to heal, that's three days flying almost 15 hours with Cheva on his back. Cofer walked over to him and lent him a shoulder. Cofer would want help getting back to his family if he was hurt. 

Once they made it through the forest, they walked onto the beach that surrounded a large lake. Their  village should have been  in sight at that point but there was nothing. The gargoyles stopped walking. They were in disbelief. There people should be thriving. The village should have plenty of younglings flying and playing around the beach.

“But why?” Daghaud muttered. 

“Let’s keep walking, maybe it moved?” Cofer said trying to find hope where it seemed there wasn’t any.

By the time they reached the area where their village used to jut out, they could hear younglings, growling and screeching. They walked a little further and crossed over through another distortion. Daghaud smiled larger than Cofer had ever seen it. There were gargoyles laying in the red sand for miles. Some were flying and diving into the lake. “We are home.” Lateouf screamed.

Daghaud and the other gargoyles let out roars, calling for their families. The gargoyles on the beach turned and looked in their direction. Several stood up and roared back towards the group then flew to them. Daghaud’s wife and offspring were the first to arrive. Cofer could only tell because of the amount of affection they showed each other. In reality all gargoyles looked fairly similar except for small distinctions, like Cheva’s thin pale skin, the scar on Mataug’s arm. He had no idea how to tell a female from a male.

After walking into the village all of the gargoyles had found someone , some family except for Mataug. A large dark gray gargoyle soon approached. He told Mataug that his wife was dying and she had lost most of their connection. The gargoyle showed Mataug to the large hut his wife was resting in.  He pressed his lips to hers and her eyes slowly opened. She wrapped her wings around his body and they stayed in that position. Cofer quickly backed out of the hut.

The large gray gargoyle smiled then introduced himself. “I am Koolas. The leader here. Are you familiar with gargoyle connections?”

“I am aware that they mate for life.” Cofer responded.

“Correct. With that notion they also can not be apart for a certain period of time. So if their mate dies they normally choose to die also. If they don’t, their body stops functioning and they slowly and painfully wither away over the course of 500 years. To be honest no one expected Lanit to live this long without Mataug.”

“But Daghaud’s wife isn’t sick.” 

“Also correct. Their connection is also embedded in their children. Children extend their connection to life for at least a thousand years. This is why many try to hurry and have kids. Lanit can not reproduce. She only has Mataug.” Koolas grinned and squinted at Cofer.

“It’s interesting that the vampire king would be the one to bring them home.” He chuckled.

“We lost one to the Cataha clan. Merioc.”

“I heard that in Daghaud’s roar. We will mourn him at the bloody sea during the next rainfall. Get some rest before you start your trip back.”

Koolas pointed towards an area in the back where Cofer could rest. He would be taking the 2 week journey back alone. He needed to be in top shape and well rested. He sat in the hut eating his jerky and drinking a cocktail mixture of wine and blood. The noises in the village reminded him of s*x. The growling, moaning, slight screams. 

Images of himself deep inside of Josey while she tugged at his hair, flooded his mind. Her slit was the first he had ever put his fingers in and the feeling shook him to the core. Her heat was comparable to his own. That night when they had s*x for the first time in her dream, he was m**********g constantly with that hand. Her scent covered his length. 

Before Cofer knew it, he had already taken his hardened length out of his pants. He missed her so much. The silkiness of her hair, the way her skin tasted, her voice, her laugh…he rubbed his length as he started thinking about their first time. He thought he would die while trying to hold himself back. The scent of blood was one thing but her insides felt like an inferno. No human would’ve lasted a moment inside of her.. He pulled and tightened his grip on his length. “Even your hair..” He whispered aloud. Even Josey’s hair brought out the most perverse feelings and she accepted them all. He had never desired one person so strongly to the point he was willing to share her as long as it meant he could still have her. Cofer felt himself cumming and turned on his side then bit down on his bottom lip. [f**k I want to go home.]

Soon he was in a deep sleep, resting silently in the darkness behind his eyelids. Then he heard a voice. “You think you can just come home and not speak to your father?” scoffed the Demon King.

“It’s quite rude of you to interrupt my dreams, father.” Cofer scoffed back.

“Like your babysitter did my dreams?”

“That had nothing to do with me. You would have to take that up with him.”

“HAHAHAHAHAA! Is that right? You fuckiing brat! I woke you so that you could be a god amongst humans again…………..” The Demon King took a deep breath. “Watch your f*****g tone. I lost, not 1 but, 2 of my generals because of that cantankerous w***e. Did she tell you about how the generals tried to possess her? The methods they used.” The Demon King started to laugh again. He projected images of the generals touching and penetrating Josey’s soul. Her screams and moans, made his teeth descend and gnash in his sleep. He wanted to transport to the King’s castle and murder all of them. 

One image after the other of them tasting, feeling, kissing, licking her while her body dangled from chains, naked against a filthy wall. She cried out his name many times believing somehow he would be able to save her. “Stop it!” Cofer yelled out into the darkness.

The images played over and over from beginning until Rodvelum deteriorated.