Succubus Inquisition Ch. 00

A bearded man sat atop a desert dune staring out at the pure blue, cloudless horizon. The bright sun baked all in sight. Its blinding light was held at bay with his hood pulled down over his eyes. The far stretching desert sands blew in the wind. He watched as if time had no meaning. Simply breathing in fresh air as the sun slowly boiled his blood.

He had gone into self-imposed exile years ago. He left his brothers at the monastery when he started to feel different. A strange presence tugged at his mind that simply felt wrong. So he left, to protect them. Or at least that's how he justified it. Honestly, he didn't know how to explain it. For over a hundred years he acted as a guardian of the world.

The wind howled as a strong gust swept by him. It had been a long morning meditating. With the sun rising higher it was time to take shelter. He stood up slowly, still deep in thought. With a deep sigh he turned. Down below between two dunes stood his humble abode.

It didn't look like much. Yet, that was the point. Built with strong magic to keep the sands from fully engulfing it. The building looked like a run down, abandoned shack.

He leaned forward and allowed gravity to take hold, sliding down the dune's slope. His hooded cloak fanned out behind him, sending sand flying in all directions. Inside the shack, he closed the door. The only furnishing was a simple table with over turned chairs and a broken lamp.

Hardly the place to make your home. He kneeled and lifted a floor panel. The wood lifted without even a low creek, revealing a hidden hatchway. The monk preceded down the ladder. The floor panel closed above him and a gust of strong wind sent sand through the window, covering the floor. Effectively hiding half of the shack. It now truly appeared as nothing but an abandoned building.

The magic continued down below causing the oil lines to ignite. By the time he reached the bottom his actual home glowed with flickering fire lit torches. He smiled; <i>one doesn't live as long as he without having the simple luxuries in life.</i>

This hideout was one of many throughout the world. The order of monks was a secretive bunch. Yshomatsu had made this particular hideout his own personal training grounds. Though it has been quite a long time since he had used it as such. Long ago he had undertaken a quest with his apprentice that had changed them both. Changed them in ways they didn't truly understand. One of those changes kept them from aging.

Slowly he made his way into his bedroom, removing his cloak. He hung the dusty old thing on a hook and moved towards an old piece of metal smoothed to perfection. The metal reflected his unnaturally glowing green eyes back at him. He looked worse than he felt. Deep sleep didn't come to him anymore. In his gut he believed it was because of the presence he felt.

The secretive monk order held one secret they coveted above all else. A way of communicating spiritually. They learned how to tap into the unconscious dream state everyone went to when they slept. With this gift they spread the order out among the world. Though not with goals of conquest mind you. They became the world's supernatural protectors. While human affairs carried on uninterrupted, empires rose and fell, the monk order remained.

Yshomatsu sighed, he had left that life. While he still cared, he couldn't risk their lives. This presence he felt reminded him of the night his life changed. The whole reason the order had evolved out of human affairs in the first place. He rubbed his aching eyes, knowing full well that he had to try and sleep. The bed had never looked so inviting. The moment his head hit the pillow his thoughts drifted until sleep enveloped his mind.

That never happened to him. The process normally took at the very least an hour to occur naturally.

~*~

Yshomatsu opened his eyes and regretted it, immediately.

"You've got to be kidding me."

He was laying on the ground inside a cave. Which by itself wouldn't cause pause. The problem being, he recognized the cave. It certainly didn't stir good memories. In fact, this particular cave traumatized him. The very site that caused his life to change. The last time he saw the cave he was thirty-six years old. In a way the monk remained thirty-six for the next hundred years. The event always that caused this sent a shiver down his spine.

He truly wished he could remember everything about that night. He had entered the cavern with his old apprentice. And woke up after blacking out. He spent countless years trying to reconstruct the memories, to no avail.

The unnatural green tint to the world didn't calm his nerves. It meant he was in the dream state. Since he didn't meditate and enter consciously that meant he simply dreamt this time. Years of entering consciously had given him a sense of awareness unlike any other person when they dreamt. He sat up as the environment changed around him.

A thick fog bellowed out from deep down the tunnel. Slowly the dense condensation filled the cave as unnatural vines sprouted and grew all around him. The air dropped in temperature, worsening his chill, yet he couldn't see his breath. The cold fog had a foul taste to it. It felt like evil lurked around every corner. Yshomatsu had never felt anything of the like in all his years. However, it also felt familiar in a way he couldn't describe. The thorny vines spread along the cavern walls until he couldn't recognize the cave anymore.

With a feeling of dread, he stood up cautiously. Only to find his movements to be sluggish. He struggled to control his actions unlike usual when he entered the dream state by meditating. Slowly he walked towards the cave's exit. A wall of vines blocked his escape. He could still see out between the twisting, thorny vines. What should have been a mountainous desert region appeared to be a lush jungle with towering trees, all covered in vines.

Perhaps it was the unnatural vines that distorted everything, but he didn't recognize the humongous trees. The outside environment appeared to be from a completely different world entirely.

<i>Is it possible?</i> He wondered. <i>Could other worlds exist beyond their own? Or was this someone's twisted dream he stumbled on?</i> Before he could linger on the thoughts, a distinctly feminine giggle met his ears. He turned to look deeper into the cave that he desperately wanted out of. Dense green fog and twisting vines met his gaze, nothing else. The strange fog didn't fill the entire space as it had before. Instead it condensed upon the ground. It became thickest the closer it got to the dirt. He could almost see perfectly up from his waist. Below, though, it was so thick he couldn't even see the vapor move as he moved kicked his feet.

The thought of exploring deeper into the cave made him feel queasy. He also didn't want to risk touching the vines blocking the exit behind him. The conundrum of the entire situation puzzled him. Had he simply gone without sleep long enough for his mind to go bonkers? He decided nothing good would come from any of it, but his curiosity won out in the end.

It felt like he walked on clouds as his sluggish movements headed deeper into the cave. In fact it felt like he was walking on moss instead of dirt. Yshomatsu looked down and kicked repeatedly. The fog refused to disperse for a quick glace at the ground. Afterwards he could feel the fog almost tickling his leg, as if his cloth pants weren't there. If he concentrated hard enough, he could feel fingers caressing his flesh. Absurd, he knew despite the situation.

Deeper into the cave he went, plagued by his memories. The last time here he had simply been a monk with an apprentice on a quest. They were tasked to hunt down a cultist group that worshiped some type of demonic creature. He didn't remember exactly what had happened. Neither would he find out on this trip, he imagined. For nothing was as it had been that day, or was it? Did the same supernatural change happen once they entered back then?

With each step he felt a greater pressure push behind him. As if the dense fog attempted to push him forward, causing his dread to rise with each passing breath.

<i>"Come to me..."</i>

A sultry voice echoed from deep within the cave. Ysho had been so deep in thought that the voice startled him. He froze mid step. His instincts told him to turn around and get out. Yet, his body, refused to obey. His thoughts, they were starting to drift away with each breath. He struggled to focus.

Three more steps were taken before he realized he had begun to move again.

If he concentrated hard enough, he could hear faint whispers. Not that he could make them out. It felt like his body was responding to them though.

<i>"Mmm, so delicious, different than the others."</i>

What others?

Approaching a curve in the cavern tunnel, dread rising. It was almost enough to gain back control of his body. However, that voice, it sent thrills down his body. He knew better but couldn't stop the erotic sensations.

When he passed the curve, his eyes went wide. The tunnel opened into a larger chamber. There were bodies laying around. All of them with blissful expressions and um... erections.

The shock gave him control of his body again and he backed up several paces. The bodies were all in various stages of decay. The worst of it all, he recognized most of them. They were all monks! Fellow brothers in the order. Sworn to protect the world from supernatural threats. The kind of threats regular people didn't believe in.

A swirling mass of energy floated at the chamber's center. A type of vortex of green, blue, and purple light. Each body had a tendril of the stuff connecting them to the horror.

<i>"Look closer morsel... that's it"</i>

Yshomatsu reacted to the voice without hesitation, unconsciously. When his eyes met the light's center the world began to blur. Colors swirled, spiraled, and flashed. It grew larger and filled more of his vision the longer he stared.

But in reality, it didn't, he simply moved towards it.

He blinked and the effect lessened. That presence he had felt before surged from within the vortex. He couldn't explain it. Couldn't even keep a solid line of thought in his head for long.

<i>"Intriguing. I sense an enormous strength within you. Much different than any other. As if you aren't mortal. Yet, I still sense a mortal's soul."</i>

He almost looked back into the spiraling energy. That voice sounded mischievous, sinful, and horny. He'd be lying if he said he heard a voice like this often. Or at all really. He didn't hear any voices anymore actually, years in exile after-all.

Several tendrils extended towards him. The fear finally overcame the lust as he took a step backwards. A sultry laugh echoed around the cavern. Shamefully he felt a twitch below. And then the tendrils touched him.

He gasped with shocked arousal. They curled around his flesh. Caressing him like a cool summer's breeze, relaxing muscles. His clothing melted away as if touched by acid.

<i>"So strong, I must taste your essence!"</i>

The feminine voice whispered to itself. He couldn't move. It's like all willpower he had regained had been sapped instantly. He had been looking off to the side, keeping the vortex at the edge of his vision. However, he could see as a larger tendril extended towards his waist.

He gulped with mixed dread and anticipation. The closer it got the more a certain body part stretched out to greet it. Or that's how it felt anyways. He let out a weak whimper as the tendril wrapped around his member without touching him.

It began to swirl faster. Ysho's eyes rolled back in bliss and it hadn't even touched him yet. Deep down he knew he needed to resist. The voice kept moaning as if getting off on tormenting him. He needed the tendril to touch him already!

His desperate sounds were met with a reply he couldn't resist.

<i>"Look at me..."</i> the alluring voice practically purred. His eyes snapped back to the vortex. Only this time to be met by two yellow, serpentine eyes. The energy swirled and spiraled around the eyes, captivating him.

<i>"That's it, look deep into my eyes. Deeper and deeper. Let the world slip away. All your fears along with it."</i>

The tendril swirling around his member compressed around him. Any chance he had to resist were gone now.

It felt like he was floating with unimaginable bliss. Pleasure wasn't supposed to feel this good. The tendril swirled, squeezed, and pulled, with only one goal. A goal that would be fulfilled very soon. Not like he was a lady's man after all.

<i>"Yes, yes no more resisting. You've needed this for a long time. Keep staring into my eyes as your body gets closer, and closer."</i>

<i>"Oh...it's exquisite. I'm already getting more from you than this whole lot combined! How is that possible?"</i>

Her voice reached a high pitch as it sounded like she was climaxing just from the anticipation. Drool began to form at his open lips. Eyes locked on the wickedly sparkling, serpent orbs.

<i>"Do it! Cum for me! CUM!"</i>

He cried out louder than ever before as his body, obeyed. Intense pleasure exploded between his legs as his entire body shook. The tendril absorbed it all, every drop.

The feminine voice screamed so loud it threatened to burst his ear drums. Never before had he been driven to such pleasure, and pain, at the same time.

The tendrils suddenly retracted, and he dropped down to the cavern floor with an echoing thud. He laid there barely conscious, vision blurry. His body tingled all over.

The vortex convulsed and pulsed at ever increasing speeds. Then all went quiet as it sped up faster than the speed of light. A silent explosion sent a shockwave out into the dream state. The world shook, for but a second.

When it ended the vortex was gone. In its place, a being of supernatural sexuality stood.

The creature stretched like a feline, purring with her arms outstretched. She had delicate, small feet, and legs for days. Skin the shade of blood, smooth, yet toned. A tight ass anyone would want to take a bite out of. Dripping nether lips that had a mind of their own, quivering and gaping with uncontrollable lust.

Her belly had a hint of abs that lead up towards gravity defying breasts, capped with hard nipples, and deeper red areolas.

Her face appeared predatory, slightly angled eyes with long lashes. Luscious lips painted black to match her eye lids and long, silky hair; ears poking out from her between strands.

One could fall in love—or rather lust—with a single gaze. They might not even notice the two small red horns protruding from just above her temples. Or the bat like leathery wings that stretched out with her slender arms. Not to mention the slithering tail tipped with a spade.

Yshomatsu noticed, however. The intense climax had drained him sure, but his wits had returned. Along with a whole shit ton of guilt. There was an aura of sinister delight around the creature. One could mistake it for pure evil, but it had more to it than that. The aura just felt wrong, misplaced as if it didn't belong. It was so sinful that he had trouble resisting its pull.

Had he been a normal man that climax might have left him catatonic, like the other monks. He stood on noodle like legs and tried to gain his bearings. He wouldn't fall so easily this time, despite, the stirrings he felt simply by looking at her.

The creature ended her stretch with a slight moan. Turning her gaze upon the monk. She licked her luscious lips. Then, sultrily smiling ear to ear in her victory over the powerful monk standing before her.

<i>"That truly was divine. I want more!"</i>

Her voice sent shivers down his spine, down to his growing member. Never again he thought.

Yshomatsu angled his feet and closed his fists. She simply laughed. A sound so sexy it almost broke his concentration.

<i>"Why don't you look back into my sexy, dominate eyes?"</i>

He closed his eyes instead, pushed off with his back foot. His fist stretched out towards her face. Only to over extend, hitting nothing but air. He could feel her presence slid beside him, gracefully. Her purr met his ears before her arms closed around his shoulders and neck. Lips at his ear, breath hot.

<i>"You are simply, titillating." </i> She took his lobe between her lips and nibbled his flesh. Her skin felt hot against him, not quite painfully. He moaned despite himself and brought his outstretched arm back, elbowing her in the ribs.

<i>"Aww, I love foreplay." </i>

She moved around him. Her breasts pillowing against his back. It was like his blow hardly struck as she moved along with it. Her left arm remained around his neck. While her right hand began to slide down his side, towards his waist.

<i>"Such willpower you have, I'm really going to enjoy breaking you." </i>

Her words and touch sent thrills he could barely control. His breathing was heavy. A thick fog filled his mind as her left hand cupped his chin, angling him to look up. She licked his neck, causing him to gasp. At the same time her left leg rose and circled his own. Her tail slithered between his legs, caressing his balls before wrapping tightly around the base of his dick.

His stomach twitched as her right hand lightly trailed down before grabbing his throbbing member.

Yshomatsu tried to move but it was becoming increasingly difficult to think. The heat alone from her body sent his mind towards naughtier thoughts. She began to purr a tempo that drove him wild. And then... she began to stroke.

Never again he had thought with a laugh. He never stood a chance. No human could. All his gifts just delayed the inevitable.

<i>"Let me be your temptress and we'll do things together that you haven't even dared dream about," </i>

His eyes rolled back as she squeezed her hand and pulled. Softening her grin as her hand returned to his—trail wrapped—base.

<i> "Or maybe you have dreamt of such pleasures. That's what brought you here, wasn't it?" </i>

He couldn't hold back a low whimper as her hand sped up. Why did it feel so good? Every time he gathered his wits, she'd move in just the right way. He couldn't concentrate. His arms refused to listen to reason as they remained limp at his sides.

The unnatural woman wetly kissed along his jawline until her tough pressed between his lips. Her tongue was longer than he expected. His lips parted, despite himself. She pulled his head towards her as her lips mashed against his with passion he'd never felt before. The kiss stole his breath away.

Yshomatsu snapped his eyes open, shaking his head, breaking the kiss. He had to stay alert, and resist. This wasn't a wet dream, he was just in the dream world, the spirit world. He had ultimate control over his body here. His skin tingled everywhere her lips had touched. To say he was eager to feel her kiss again, would be an understatement.

She softly giggled as their gazed locked together. His moment, fleeting as it was, was a mistake. Those eyes, captivating, memorizing. Memories of the vortex returned to him suddenly.

<i> "Hmm, that's right, deeply into my eyes, is where you belong, lost, horny, desperate." </i>

A wet, squishy, velvet sheath covered his cock, replacing her hand, and his eyes bulged wide. He could feel her nether lips at his hips. It didn't make sense.

He couldn't think about anything but those yellow, beautiful eyes. She smirked at how easy he was. Stronger than any mortal she ever met, yet, still a man.