Purely F****** Sinful

Chapter 6

Grant Park was as dark as it was quiet. One of the only sources of light was a lamp post next to a walkway with a small bench facing Buckingham Fountain. Anthony decided to wait here, spending what time he had left googling succubi on his smart phone. He found nothing useful. All his searches revealed were a few myths -- and a plethora of erotica stories that would make a w***e blush.

He looked at his watch: 11:59 p.m. He grew more and more nervous and apprehensive with each passing second. Was he at the right spot? Was she going to show? What if she didn't show? Maybe she had left Chicago already and...

"I'm so glad you came, Anthony!"

Anthony jumped as Angel appeared on the bench beside him, seemingly out of thin air. "s**t! You scared the hell out of me!"

Angel smiled wickedly. "Your fear amuses me."

As she stood, Anthony could not help but stare at her perfect behind. She wore the same outfit as the night before: short black cocktail dress, black knee high boots, black sheer stockings, and an unzipped black designer leather jacket. He caught a glimpse of the patch of bare skin just above where her stockings ended. Anthony had no doubt that her standing in such a manner was deliberate.

"Come. Let's go for a walk, shall we?" Angel smiled.

Anthony rose from the bench. Angel wrapped her arm around his back and rested her head against his shoulder. Despite knowing how dangerous she was, her touch was comforting, and her sweet perfume was soothing. It had been a long time since he had a woman on his arm. The fact she was a demon didn't make it any less pleasant. They walked the poorly lit path without saying a word.

"So," Angel said, finally breaking the silence, "have you made a decision about what we discussed last night?"

"How would you be able to help me?" Anthony demanded.

"You just leave that to me. As you already know, I have a unique set of skills you won't find elsewhere. Besides, what do you have to lose?"

"My soul," Anthony quickly retorted.

Angel laughed. "I already told you, I only consume the corrupt ones. Your soul is pure, which is a very rare quality in today's world."

"I don't understand. Pure?"

Anthony sighed. "Ever heard of the Seven Deadly Sins?"

"Yeah, sure. Wrath, Lust, Greed, Pride, Gluttony, Sloth and Envy."

"Very good!" Angel declared. "Good to know not all knowledge is lost on you humans. Do you remember committing any of them?"

"No," Anthony replied.

"That is why your soul isn't corrupt. However, that alone isn't enough to make your soul pure. You must also uphold the Seven Holy Virtues."

Anthony looked at her, confused. "Seven Holy Virtues?"

Angel rolled her eyes again. "It's no wonder there are so many corrupt souls. You humans only focus on what you shouldn't do and not what you should do. Love, Hope, Courage, Justice, Fortitude, Kindness, and Wisdom." Angel looked as if she swallowed a bug. "Just saying those words makes my stomach churn."

Anthony reflected on what Angel said for a moment. "You make me sound like some kind of messiah."

"Messiah or not, it would be in your best interest to make sure your soul stays that way. Lest I be tempted to make a meal out of you." She eyed him appraisingly.

"How do I know you won't anyway?"

Angel stopped. "I'm insulted you would insinuate such a thing! I am a succubus, a demon of lust, not some petty imp seeking to deceive you. I don't deal in lies, only seduction."

It appeared she was not lying. If she wanted him dead he already would be. She certainly possessed the power to do so -- though her potent seduction abilities could be far worse than any lie.

"What do I need to do?" Anthony asked in a very solemn tone.

Angel smiled and then grabbed Anthony, squeezing him tightly. "That's the spirit! All I need you to do is find corrupt souls for me. That is all. You track down criminals all the time. That's what you do. So, this should be fairly easy for you. Instead of arresting them however, you'll just send them to me."

Anthony became more and more comfortable with the idea as they took their midnight stroll. Rather than having criminals rot in a prison cell, they would rot overnight in s****l bliss. Plus, there would be no need for a jury when she could instantly know everything they had ever done. No matter how he looked at it, justice would be served.

A wiry man suddenly appeared from behind a tree. "That's a fine piece of ass you got there, buddy."

Anthony immediately noticed the gun in the man's hand. He felt a shiver of fear. He had left his revolver in his car. f**k! Didn't figure he would need it, considering he was there to meet Angel -- who apparently was immune to bullets.

"Look, we don't want any trouble. What do you want?" Anthony tried to engage with the man.

A larger man snuck up behind Angel and grabbed her from behind, his arm around her throat.

"He must be rich," the second man said as he clinched the lovely succubus. "No w***e who looks this good comes cheap."

They think Angel is a prostitute? Come to think of it, she did wear suitably slutty attire, Anthony realized. Nonetheless, they had no idea who or what they were dealing with.

The wiry man pointed his gun at Anthony. "I want your wallet, your coat, and anything else you got!"

Angel started laughing hysterically. Anthony knew something was about to go down, and it wasn't going to be pretty.

"What the f**k are you laughing at, b***h?" the taller man said as he tightened his grip around her. She kept maniacally laughing, even as he choked her,

"Is she f****d in the head or something?" the man pointing the gun asked.

"No," Anthony said, "she's laughing because you two just made the biggest mistake of your useless lives."

At that moment the first man's expression on his face turned completely blank. The hand holding the gun moved closer and closer to his own face, stopping with the barrel inside his mouth.

"You can let me go now," Angel said.

The taller man released her immediately. He too had a blank expression on his face. Anthony was stunned how quickly this situation had turned around.

"Are you... controlling them?" Anthony asked.

"Why of course! Now, the question is: What should I make them do?"

The man with the gun pulled the hammer back, ready to fire.

"Wait!" Anthony said. "Having him kill himself here would be messy. Not to mention the noise would draw attention here."

"Hmm, I suppose you're right about that. I've got a better idea anyway."

Angel walked up and took the gun out of the man's mouth and tossed it to the ground. She leaned forward and kissed him, her tongue entering his mouth. She broke the kiss and motioned for the taller man to come to her. When he reached her, Angel grabbed the back of his neck and pulled his lips to hers.

Anthony watched as Angel made both men strip completely. Their clothes drifted to the ground like dry leaves. He knew what she was going to do, but he did not try to interfere. They were as good as dead. There was nothing he could or would do to stop it.

The men touched Angel, fondled her, stroked her. They undressed her, starting with her leather coat, followed by sliding the shoulder straps of her dress down her arms. The classic Little Black Dress slipped to the ground like a forgotten shadow. Her wondrous nude body was fully exposed.

Angel mewled as each man took one of her breasts and began suckling at her erect n*****s. The men stroked their engorged c***s while under their mistress' spell, completely under her domination.

Angel looked at Anthony. "Normally, I let them think they are in control. It adds a little extra pleasure for me. However, I feel the need to demonstrate what would happen if that pure soul of yours should ever become corrupt."

From what he just witnessed, having a corrupt soul didn't seem that bad. Sure, you die at the end, but being able to enjoy that perfect body was a hell of a way to go.

"So what you're saying is, you can't control me if my soul remains pure?" Anthony asked.

The shorter wiry man knelt before Angel and lapped at her dripping wet p***y while the other continued to suck on her large breasts.

"Mmm," Angel purred. "Yes Anthony. Having a pure soul provides certain immunities to my abilities. I can't control or alter your mind. I can only read it."

That's comforting. He was happy knowing he would not share their fate.

Anthony watched the two mindless victims pleasure Angel. Their mouths worked over Angel's p***y and breasts. It made his own body start to betray him. He thought it was a perfume Angel wore -- but the air became thick with the scent the moment her c**t started being stimulated. It was one of a kind pheromone, and the more that entered his nostrils the harder his c**k became. His mind started to wonder what her delicious p***y tasted like.

No! He had to block out those thoughts!

Angel smiled at Anthony, knowing he struggled with his own desires. She pushed the kneeling man down on the ground to his back. She climbed on top of him, straddling his waist. Ever so slowly, she lowered herself onto his thick c**k. Her eyes rolled back in her head. The man's rough hands massaged the plump soft mounds of her breasts while he trusted hard and deep inside her.

The taller man stroked his c**k and positioned himself behind her. Angel leaned forward, placing the n****e of her right breast into the hungry mouth of the man under her. The man behind her squatted down slightly, rubbing the tip of his hard c**k up and down the valley of her lovely ass while she vigorously f****d the wiry man under her.

She paused for a moment, arching her back. The man behind her pointed his p***s at her tight little rosebud. His c**k was much longer and thicker than the shorter man, but that didn't deter Angel. Slowly he inched his way into her super-tight ass. She moaned louder the more he stretched her, until he was all the way inside her.

Anthony was mesmerized by the lewd s*x in front of his eyes. The two men thrust in and out of her like two pistons in a well oiled engine. Angel's mouth was agape as they f****d both her nether holes. She screamed pleasurably into the night. Anthony hoped no one was around to hear her because she made no attempt to be quiet.

"Are you enjoying the show, Anthony?" she asked, panting heavily.

It was a rhetorical question. Anthony's c**k strained against his trousers so bad that it hurt. His balls swelled from watching this beautiful creature get f****d in ways that he thought only existed in pornography. He wished he was inside her.

"Come to me, Anthony."