Chapter 1: The Golden Eyes
CHAPTER I: THE GOLDEN EYES
“It’s time,” the succubus murmured to her captive, a young village girl named Aster whose blood had called her from hell. “We are out of souls.” She smiled evilly as she licked her long pink tongue over her sharp fangs and ran it slowly down the slender throat of her prey.
“The governor’s son has yet to meet his maker,” she continued, her horned head swiveling from side to side as Aster sobbed beneath her. “He will not get far without us.” She grinned wickedly and bent down to whisper into Aster’s ear. Her voice dripped with sexiness and the young woman shuddered, feeling his warm breath caressing her earlobes. The succubus was dressed in a skintight red leather corset that exposed generous cleavage and left nothing to the imagination when it came to her long muscular legs.
“We will kill him together,” she purred seductively, her tongue flicking out over Aster’s collarbone like a flame. “And then you can have your vengeance.” She grinned again and began stroking her claws across his stomach as she spoke. Aster whimpered pitifully but the succubus merely leaned back with satisfaction, watching her fingernails glinting in the light.
“I want him alive when he meets me,” she told Aster as she began to massage her talons into his flesh. “Alive and screaming for mercy.” Her hands were both flat on his chest now, and she brought her head down closer to his ear. “Do you understand? You must hold your tongue if I am to let him live. No one can ever know about us or our relationship.” Aster swallowed hard as the succubus’s long tail whipped back and forth around her legs like a serpent.
“I don’t want you telling tales of my powers either, little human,” she added with an evil chuckle. “Do not think that your soul is worthless because of what you have done.” She squeezed his nipples tightly through the thin shirt he wore and Aster bit back a cry as a new bolt of pain shot up her spine.
“What?” Aster whimpered, the tears beginning to fall freely down her cheeks now. “Please…” she sobbed. The succubus leaned in close again, smiling evilly at her victim’s pleas and pressing her hot wet mouth against his ear once more.
“Do you really think your soul is worth nothing?” she asked softly. Aster shook her head but the succubus merely laughed. “I can always take that from you.” She leaned in even closer, her lips brushing against his. “I will let you go if you do what I want. You will be my slave. I will allow you to kill him as long as he is alive and screaming for me.” Aster gasped at this news but the succubus merely shrugged as she moved back a few steps, allowing her tail to coil tightly around his leg. “What do you say?” she asked with a smirk.
Aster closed her eyes and tried to compose herself, the fear of her imminent death ebbing slightly at this news. Then suddenly, she felt the succubus’s hands on her waist and she gasped as she was lifted easily off the floor and pressed against a hard chest. Her back arched and her breasts pushed against him, but even with his hands clenching firmly around her hips and lifting her body upwards towards his face, he could not look at her.
“I accept,” Aster whispered through gritted teeth. “Please don’t kill me.” The succubus grinned wickedly as she kissed her cheek, her sharp fangs grazing the skin and drawing blood once more. Then without another word, she turned to leave, walking backwards towards the door of his cell with a swish of her tail around Aster’s leg.
“I don’t believe it,” Aster sobbed after her. “Why are you letting me live? What do I have that’s worth your time?” The succubus turned to face her, and Aster found she was right behind her again. “Oh dear, little human, what can you possibly be thinking of?”
“That it wasn’t my fault.” She crouched down beside her prisoner once more. “I have the power of a demon, of hell itself. I don’t need to take anything from you that doesn’t want to be taken.” Aster began to cry in earnest now and she could feel hot tears running down her cheeks. The succubus chuckled darkly as if this amused her, then ran a finger across Aster’s cheekbone. “You are my love,” she said, pressing her lips softly against hers once more.
Aster shook her head but the succubus merely sighed and clapped her hands together with glee. Then she turned back towards the doorway and headed out of the room. Aster watched her leave sadly, unable to understand why she had spared her life. She had been a slave in the governor’s mansion for two weeks now but it hadn’t made a difference. The young girl knew that the succubus would eventually kill her anyway and so there was no point in trying to resist.
It didn’t take long for Aster to work out what her captor had planned, however. She could sense her moving around the mansion but when she looked at her prey through the keyhole of his cell door, he was still lying motionless on the floor. He hadn’t even moved a muscle since last night and it seemed as if the succubus wanted him that way; after all, why would Aster ever leave her side now? The governor’s son had been out hunting with one of his friends when they had found Aster slumped unconscious in an alleyway. When he realised she was still alive despite the deep gashes across her wrists and her blood-soaked clothing, the boy had decided to drag her back to their manor and rape her until she died of exhaustion.
Aster had only woken up when he’d left his cell for some reason, and that morning, the succubus had appeared in a whirlwind of dark magic and explained the situation. Aster was still trying to come to terms with it now but the demon had told her to accept the gift that she’d been given, and so there was no use crying over spilt milk anymore. She could see him lying on his back somewhere uncomfortable and cold, probably a stone floor from the rough texture against his skin.
Aster tried to stand up and felt as if someone had stabbed her in the heart. Her hands clutched at her chest desperately but it didn’t help the pain one bit; instead, she stumbled into one of the walls and crashed back onto the ground with a loud thump. She heard hissed curses through the thin cell door that divided them now as he tried to sit up but couldn’t quite manage it without help.
She was still groaning in agony when someone stepped softly into the room, her eyes adjusting enough for her to see who had come to find her prey once more. Her heart leapt at the sight of the demoness before falling slowly back down as she gazed at the fiery intensity blazing in those golden eyes of hers. She remembered the look that the succubus had given Aster last night, how they had consumed her with their power and left her feeling helpless.
“How long have I been asleep?” Aster asked weakly as the demoness walked over to where he lay.
The succubus laughed at this before tilting her head to the side and gazing down at him. “At last, you’re finally awake,” she purred with a mocking smile. “You must have been hit harder than I expected…” She stopped and trailed off as she saw Aster staring up at her in confusion, and then her face softened into something resembling sympathy.
“You should be thankful for that,” she continued softly, placing one hand on his chest so gently it didn’t hurt. “I thought you would never wake.” She chuckled again as she gazed down at him, bringing her head closer to his.
Aster felt the demoness’s fingers twisting in his hair and her lips pressing against his ear. “It wasn’t hard for me to get past your defences,” she said, her voice rich with seduction. Aster tried to push away but couldn’t move much at all, the pain in his chest stopping him dead every time he tried.
“Poor baby…” the succubus cooed, clapping her long-fingered hands together in mock applause. “I should know.” She grinned evilly as she drew closer and leaned over him to speak directly into his ear once more. Aster felt his body respond automatically and a blush stained his cheeks as the demoness’s hand cupped his groin firmly, stroking his length with her thumb.
Aster tried to pull away but couldn’t move at all in his weakened state; instead, she gasped as he began to grow harder inside the material of his pants. She saw the succubus smiling wickedly and realised that this was no illusion. The demoness had cast some kind of spell on her, making Aster lose all control over her own body.
“Look into my eyes,” she said with a laugh as her hot breath blew onto him, the sultry tone in her voice causing his stomach to flip. She leaned even closer now, pressing her head against his shoulder and brushing the tip of her tongue upwards across his cheek. Aster closed her eyes and tried to detach herself from the situation but it was all for naught, as she could see the demoness even in her own mind.
“That’s it…” Lucia purred, bringing a palm flat against Aster’s chest and pushing him backwards, his body toppling like a mannequin with no resistance at all. As he hit the ground, Aster had barely a split second to look up at her before she was upon him again, her legs straddling him as her hands tore eagerly at his pants.
“It looks like someone’s excited to see me,” she said with a laugh as she began to grind back and forth along the length of Aster’s shaft. Her inner walls were squeezing him mercilessly tight, seeking the release of his essence, while her hands tore bloody lines across his skin with their talons.
Aster lifted his head and tried weakly to sit up but Lucia pushed him back down with a firm hand on his chest, a wicked smile on her face once more as she continued to slide back and forth onto his length. She was moving faster and faster now, pounding down hard onto Aster’s shaft as she used him for her pleasure, simultaneously drawing his own from him as his body gave into her irresistible power.
Lucia screamed out with further ecstasy as she rode him relentlessly, rolling her hips in long, slow motions that had her clit rubbing against Aster’s cock every time. Her inner walls flexed for the second time and Aster cried out with his own pleasure, his balls contracting tightly and spurting jet after jet of his hot seed inside her demonic womb.
Once she was satisfied that he had given her everything he had, Lucia finally released him from her sex grip and slowly rose to her feet. She crouched down beside Aster once more and smiled evilly at the broken apprentice slayer as she stroked his cheek with a clawed hand.
“You’re probably wondering why I didn’t kill you as well as that bastard son of yours,” she said, her horned head swiveling from side to side. “No slayer has ever been broken by a succubus.” Lucia crouched down beside the prone Aster, reaching out and stroking his cheek with a clawed hand.
“But you are everything a slayer is,” she continued with a grin. “You hold the same principles, beliefs, and hatred for our kind. But you do not have the willpower to resist me.” She chuckled darkly as blood dripped from Aster’s cheek, running down her hand into his mouth.
“How deliciously ironic,” she laughed, her eyes narrowing with amusement at Aster’s expression of shock. “One such as you, with such closely held ethics, doomed to spend eternity as my pet, my fucktoy, my little slayer slave.” She grinned wickedly and turned back towards the doorway, leaving the broken apprentice slayer to slip into unconsciousness. The last thing Aster heard as she left was her long tail swishing around her legs like a serpent.
“I promise,” she hissed in her ear before exiting the room with one final wicked laugh. “We’re going to have lots of fun, Aster.”