The Succubus' Tale - Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Those three days spent at my father's home were some of the calmest I had since I was a very young girl. Somehow, what had happened in the woods, the tryst between myself and my youngest uncle before he had delivered me to my father's house for the visit, had sated me, set me inner self at peace for those three days. My father was pleased to see me so happy and carefree, and I seemed to have boundless energy.

As the third day drew to a close, I realized my uncle would be arriving the next day around mid-day to bring me back to the house. I planned to take special care with my appearence, making sure I was clean and my hair was plaited away from my face.

That evening, in the bedroom at my father's house, I had retired two hours after sunset and lay in bed in a heavy sleep. I had no dreams, but I was awoken slowly to a fear that there was someone else in my bedroom. It was the deep of night; the shutters were well sealed, and my door seemed still closed in the dimness. I sat up in bed, and heard a whispering voice, causing me instant fear and panic.

The whisper repeated, this time louder. "Sthethya," the voice breathed. I pulled my blanket to my chin and stared into the darkness. A dull red glow grew brighter and lit the corner of the room, and there stood a tall creature, frightening and hideous. I wanted to scream, but the fear kept me in check. The creature had the lower half of a goat, a broad, dark chest like a Moorish man, and a face and head much like that of ram, with horns. It looked somewhat like the pictures of demons shown crushed beneath the heels of the angels in stained glass windows. But unlike the church portraits of the demons, this one had a massive penis jutting out from between its haired legs, not quite erect but full and enlarged, which bobbed up and down and from side to side as the creature shifted its weight from one cloven hoof to another. The creature did not advance, but stood staring at me with red, baleful eyes.

Finally, a soft, chuffing sound welled from its throat, and it rasped, "I can taste your fear from here... it is hot, metallic, and delightful, but unfitting to come from one such as yourself, a succubus born to a human woman."

As the creature had not yet moved, I said nothing, but found I did not need to, for the creature continued to speak. "You are Sthethya, as named, and were born from the womb of a woman impregnated by a demon. You are of full age now, when your nature may reveal your true nature to the mortals around you. I am here to warn you and to give you instruction, for without me you will be at the mercy of mortal men, and may find yourself suffering needlessly."

The creature paused then, and its penis pulsed majestically at the mention of needless suffering, swelling visibly in the diffuse red glow surrounding it. Continuing, the creature said, "Already your passions have been awakened, but they are mere shadows of the madness that will soon visit itself on you, the madness of a hungered succubus which can reveal itself to mortal eyes if precautions are not taken." The creature sounded dour, grave, threatening. "I shall assist you in this, but my assistance does not come cheaply. I shall exact a price from you on each visit. But for the cost of the price, I will give you tools and advice sent from the underworld to aid you in your survival. Then, later, you shall be given missions to accomplish which may lead to abatement of your suffering as your power grows. We shall discuss that later."

I shuddered, and tried to assimilate all he was saying. The horror had abated somewhat, but my fear for myself remained. If all this creature said was true, I was an abomination, an evil creature, soon to be hated by all men, including my father. I could not bear the idea. I found myself staring at the penis springing from the rough hair of his animal legs, still silent.

The creature moved then, coming closer, with soft clops of his hooves on the slate stone floor. I backed up on my pallet, my shoulders butting against the stone of the wall. The creature chuffed once, and then hunched down to crouch beside my pallet. An overwhelming scent of sulfur and male sweat washed through my nostrils, making me nauseous to add to my discomfort. He pulled the coverlet from my body with a single yank, then sat back in a crouch, red eyes roaming over my body.

"Who are you?" I managed to ask. He chuffed another sound, probably a laugh.

"I am Gretzk, a demon of some rank in the underworld." He reached out a dark claw towards my chest and a scream nearly burst past my lips, but he merely lifted the thin cloth of my robe away from the swells of my breasts. With a lift and tear, the robe parted to fall away from my flesh, leaving me exposed and frozen in fear.

I stammered, "What is this price you demand?" His scent grew stronger now, as his rough finger-pads smoothed over my skin, touching my breasts, moving downward to roughly nudge my thighs apart and finger at my soft pussy. His scent made me dizzy and my pussy grew wet immediately under the heat of his fingers. His fingers were hot, yes, and the steamy foul stench of his breath washed over me.

He growled, "You shall know what the prices are when I demand them. Your first price shall be paid with the rape of your maidenhead, which shall amuse me and also because your little cunt must be tainted and baptized with the juice of a demon male for the task you have before you."

I squeaked, "Task?" My legs fell apart involuntarily, offering up my small clit to his probing fingers. His breathing grew deep and dangerous, like a rutting bull, but still his touch was relatively gentle as he teased me into an incredibly aching wetness. My unholy desire was compounded by the heated, metallic and unwholesome scent of his maleness overwhelming my senses.

He grunted, "In time you shall know what your first task shall be. But now, I will consecrate your inner flesh to the Dark Lord as I bathe you in my cum." His finger eased its way into my vagina, twisting in up to the knuckle. "Yes, very nice and tight. This shall hurt you quite a bit." His finger pads suddenly gripped my clit roughly, and my thighs quivered with the rush of pleasure and pain. I actually began to hunger for this abomination, despite my fear. He grunted, "It is time. You are mine tonight," and he growled in pleasure. The giant cock between his legs lurched and a thin spurt of clear liquid arced over my body and splattered over my belly, burning my skin where it landed.

He grabbed me by the body and roughly turned me over, so that my small ass was raised up high in the dim room. I felt rather than saw him move behind me, and I bit into the tattered piece of my robe to still any screams that I would make, for there was little chance that huge organ, as large as my forearm, would be able to comfortably fit into the confines of my virginal hole. I had no choice; this rape would happen whether I willed it or not, and I did will it, perversely. I wanted that big cock up inside me, rending me apart to still the raging hunger already building deep within my pussy.

He chuffed another laugh. "Like that, you look much like your mother did." I stiffened, then, and he slapped me across the ass. "This surprises you, whore? Your mother was mine, thirteen years ago. You were fathered by a demon, not that mortal you think was your father."

The head of his cock nudged roughly at my pussy. It was hot, so hot! It was uncomfortably hot, just short of painful. I bit down into the fabric of my ripped garment to stifle my cries of pain as it forced my inner lips asunder and the bulge of the tapered head popped within. He grunted, "Does it horrify you to take your father's cock and cum up into your pure little hole? I want you to fear me, it shall make my pleasure all the sharper. It shall be my pleasure to sacrifice the last vestiges of your humanity in the name of my Dark Lord and Master."

I gasped at the knowledge which ripped into me as sure as his cock would as it strained to push past the barrier that blocked its tapered thickness from proceeding any further. Tears were flowing from my eyes and I breathed in huge sobs from the pain, from a cock that felt as if someone had put their whole hand up inside me. It stretched me impossibly, stinging me like a hot poker. Claws dug into my hips and asscheeks, and the hairy creature hunched his hips forward again, hard. The pain burst through me like a falling star, and I screamed.

I felt ripped asunder. The demon howled like a dog in answer to my scream of pain as his cock slid deeper into his own daughter's vagina, clearly triumphant in his conquest of my virginity. He wiped his rough fingers around my pussy and his cock, catching the juices and then licking at the flow of blood that he had captured as it was certainly oozing out from my violated maidenhead. I felt the tears dry on my cheeks as the pain began to abate and was replaced by a dark hunger that drove me to hunch against his cock. He growled as he licked his fingers clean, and leaned over to grip my hair and my shoulder as he began fucking me with that huge cock in earnest.

He chuffed and growled as his hips began to slide side-to-side, working and stretching my violated pussy with his half-imbedded cock. I was helpless under him, impaled on his cock and gripped by the hair and shoulders to be used for his pleasure. He hissed, "How does it feel to be fucked by your real father? Before long, I shall have you fucking that mortal asleep in the next room. Yes, fucking him over and over, until he dies. Does that please you?" He slammed into me hard, the tip of his cock bruising me high inside as he stretched me out with every thrust.

I screamed, "No!" at the horror of what he was saying, killing my own... my adopted father. He growled a laugh, his energy increasing in a delighted response to my horror. I couldn't help myself but fuck back at him steadily, so the whole of my room was bathed in the sound of his fucking as he hunched at me like an animal, and I rose up to meet his thrusts like a bitch in heat. He yanked back on my hair, so my throat was bared to the air, and I began to feel his hairy legs roughly chafing against my thighs.

My demon father-lover growled, "I'm going to dump my seed in your filthy, bloody little hole now. I fucked your mother like this while she was sleeping; she thought it was all a dream and had to fake her virginity to your father with a bit of pig blood when she found her pussy sore the morning before her wedding!" His thrusts rocked my small body roughly as he grew more excited, yet my pussy suctioned at his cock as he battered at my womb. The back of my thighs began to become sore from the rough bristles of his thighs. His heavy balls slapping against my pussy excited me,

Thrust, pain, thrust, pleasure, thrust, pain. I was teetering on the verge of an orgasm that was excited more by the pain of his evil cock than the pleasure that made my clit twitch. He paused, reached beneath me, and I screamed anew as he scraped his claw over my mound beneath him in a strange pattern. He grabbed my hair again and began thrusting harder. He growled, "Enjoy your father's cock, girl. Mine will be the first in an eternity of male seed you will be forced to seek out and take, drink, on your knees and back for the service of any and all who come to take you. A common whore bound to service dirty mortal men for her entire life." I cried out at that, and his pleasure was clearly peaking. "Dirty..." he half-screamed, "Filthy bitch whore, take your own father's seed in your greedy cunt like your mewling mother did when I fathered you!"

He thrust once, twice, and roared. Jets of noxious seed burst from his cock in swelling waves that squirted back out of my pussy with the sheer scalding volume of it. Waves of despair coursed through me as I screamed out my own orgasm in a painful, unnatural response to the burning agony shooting into and squirting out of my once-virginal pussy. Claws dug into my shoulder as he continued to pump and thrust, making sure every corner, every crevice and niche in my cunt would be coated thickly with his poison. Finally he pushed me away so I lay flat on the pallet, sobbing softly.

"Whorebitch Sthethya," he muttered, and moved to my head. His hand gripped my hair and brought my face to his dripping penis. "Clean me with your tongue."

I opened my mouth and he thrust the tapered tip of his cock within, and then a squirt of the vile-tasting cum shot into my mouth, something he was clearly saving just for my tongue. This cum had no effect on my passions, not like my uncle's cum had. I gagged as his cock fucked in and out of my mouth roughly for a moment. He let out a snort and pushed me away. He slapped my ass as I lay face-down and dripping on my pallet. "I shall save the violation of your sweet ass for my next price for my lessons on how to suck a cock correctly." He stood to his full height over me, but I was too weak and dazed to move, yet I was filled with a loathing and hatred of this creature like nothing I had ever felt before. I heard a clink, like that of a coin, fall near my face on the stone. He said, "Your payment, bitch. That is an amulet to help you stave off some of the outward signs of your true nature, whoredaughter." He chuffed out a laugh. "If I were you, I'd bathe by the light of the waning moon tonight, to wash the demon-taint from your skin, or the priests will smell your dirty, sinful cunt from a mile away. Wear that thing around your neck while you bathe by the moon, and you shall find some relief."

I fell into a lapse of unconsciousness, the ache and burning in my cunt slowly abating. I felt filthy and violated. My own father, if that was what he was, had just fucked me like he must have fucked my mother. My poor, beautiful mother. I no longer wondered what must have killed her. It must have been linked to me. And I hated that bastard, and vowed some revenge on him, someday.

I later bathed in the back of the house by the light of the moon. After washing the demon taint from my pussy, I felt a bit better. The next morning, the man I had once thought was my father gave me a bright, cheerful smile as he woke me from my nightmarish sleep. I was convinced my encounter the evening before had been a dream, until I found the ripped and bloody gown, and found the five-sided pentagram the demon's claws had scarred into the soft flesh of my pussy mound while he paused in his rape.

I limped about the entire morning, feigning illness. The ache inside my cunt was barely a balm for the emptiness that I found where I thought my heart would have been. I believed that the demon had taken more than my virginity when he raped me.

Continued in Chapter 3