Succubus Inquisition Ch. 00

It sure would be nice if the strange man was in the cave and not much further up the mountain pass.

~*~

Yshomatsu had reached the cavern system long before the storm outside had hit. He took some time to examine the old cave as he did in his dream a few nights before. Worry and concern flooded his mind, doubt with himself and the mission. The fire he made burned bright, bringing warmth into the area. Cross-legged upon the ground close to the fire he meditated, attempting to return to his calm center. A state of mind he would need to block out his foe's charms.

Deep down he couldn't believe he was doing this. He couldn't stop thinking it was all a big trap. The dream and then a plea for help from the order's elder.

He struggled to disconnect his mind from his body. He also had trouble removing the young lady, Bree and her actions from his mind. With her brunette hair shinning around her beautiful face. The monk feared that the young girl had awakened forbidden desires within him. Desires the succubus would be dying to use against him.

His body rocked back and forth as he concentrated. Once his body was separated from his mind, he thought of the Dream World. Slowly his mind departed into that dimension. His heart rate lowered beyond that of normal resting heart rates. His body relaxed into a deep sleep state; core body temperature decreased. To anyone in the waking world would pronounce him dead.

When his eyes opened next the monk let out a sigh. The Dream Dimension was exactly how he feared it would have been. Thick green fog filled the cave, making it hard to see all the thick vines that covered every inch of the cavern walls. He gripped his staff between his fingers as he rose to his feet. He noticed the foul taste from his nightmare wasn't present.

<I>Good</I>, he thought, his preparations to disconnect mind from body had worked. Perhaps things were going to work out better for him after all. He made his way to the exit, blocked by a wall of thorny, slimy vines. He peered through a small opening in the thick growth.

He expected to see a strange alien jungle. Instead he saw the same mountain range he just hiked through, lit up by a bright full moon. The fog ended a few feet from the cave entrance. He pushed hard against the unnatural barrier to no avail. It seemed the game had changed. He turned back to explore the cavern system further. With each step he took the fog seemed to deminish until there was no sign of it.

In truth, he felt as if everything had been a trap after all. The air felt charged, agitated. His dream may not have been a warning but instead the first sign of corruption. He strode down a passage, he would not let his new feelings cloud his mind.

Before long he started to hear breathing in the distance. Multiple people breathing in fact. It could be the monks, or anyone. Rather than rushing to them, Yshomatsu slowed down. Springing the trap was the last thing he wanted to do.

He calmed his breathing by taking a deep breath before inching to the corner. The missing monks were sitting along another cavern wall, their hands were free, yet they all stared off towards something. They looked like they were hypnotized by whatever they were looking at. Yshomatsu could only guess as to what they were staring at... the succubus.

He backed up and leaned against the wall. This time would be different. He was determined not to hesitate and fall under her spell. He raised his staff in front of himself. Then took another deep breath and charged into the room; somersaulting in front of the sitting monks prepared to strike at... nothing.

The monks were staring at the cavern wall, in an empty room. Puzzled, Yshomatsu turned back to them. Their eyes were glazed over, the same as in his dream. His heart sank, everything pointed to his worst fears. Yet there was no sign of her; or the void entity she had arrived from.

He crouched down and checked their pulses; besides an elevated heart rate all the monks were fine. Some were deathly pale, but otherwise unarmed. The elder's message had said monks were found in various states of decay. How long have they be trapped here? And, why here exactly?

This cave system had been the location Ysho and his apprentice had gone to interrupt a cultist gathering. Their lives had changed that day. Yet, neither of them could remember why. They had blacked out during the encounter; waking to find they had increased healing and reflexes. Later they realized they weren't aging either.

Some of their order thought they were touched by foul magic and cursed by it. Others thought they were given a gift by the gods. Either way the two of them were determined to serve the world as its guardians rather than seek power and rule over it.

~*~

Unbeknownst to Yshomatsu the subject of his fears watched from the distance, smiling at her prey. Only someone powerful like him could bring her desire—to walk in the waking world—come true.

Many years ago, she had come to notice the monks walking consciously in the dream state. As she watched them, her desire to conquer a new dimension grew; to be free from her competitive sisters. However, none of them proved powerful enough to grant her wishes. Until one of her victims had mentioned an ancient monk, that had exiled himself.

Over the next decade the succubus had kept a low profile. She explored the countless sleeping minds wandering the lower levels of her realm. A week ago, she had found the focus of all her thoughts. Her victim hadn't lied to her, he was powerful indeed. After searching for what had seemed like an eternity; the man was still young, in body at least. His soul radiated with pure white heat; such power sent chills down her spine.

She had planned the disappearance of a few monks and placed Yshomatsu's name on the mind of their leader. All before she slipped into the man's dreams, creating a scene he would never forget. The night before his so called elder—whom Ysho was older than—had called on him to investigate.

Now it was all coming to fruition. The succubus was eager to see how her powerful prey handled seeing her in the flesh. She stepped out of the shadows; into the open cavern and walked silently up to the monks, a smirk on her lips. Those already under her spell looked up into her eyes, their heart beats raced. Yshomatsu didn't seem to notice since they hadn't move or made any sounds.

She leaned down to whisper in his ear, "Miss me?" Followed by a quick slap to his buttocks.

Startled by hearing her sultry voice he almost lost his balance. He twirled his staff over head and thrust it back into thin air... she was already gone. The room filled up with a thick ambrosial smelling pink fog. Yshomatsu covered his mouth and nose with one hand as he swung his staff around with the other. In an attempt, to disperse the fog, by tossing the vapors around.

It must not have been working because he could make out quiet laughter from somewhere in the room.

"I'm impressed, I thought you would beg to feel the pleasure I gave you in your dream."

"Show yourself and fight me," he shouted through the hand covering his mouth.

"Why fight when you can fuck me instead?"

Enough of the new fog had gotten into his system; his body was slowly reattaching itself to his mind. <i>I must concentrate</I> he thought, as he closed his eyes, willing his mind to resist the fog's effects. The succubus took that as a sign of his surrender and came out of hiding.

She walked up in front of him, her hips swaying with each step. A predatory smile upon her lips. His eyes slowly opened; taking in her beautiful red skin, long flowing raven hair. Her yellow eyes slit like a cat's stared seductively into his. His focus moved down to her luscious lips as she licked them. Her smile showed off her sharp fangs.

With her next step her breasts jiggled subtly, just enough to catch his attention. He brought his eyes down her slender neck. His mouth dropped when his gaze fixed upon her ample breasts that begged for attention. Her breasts appeared slightly too large for her angelic body. Only she wasn't any angel, a proven fact by the leathery wings similar to those of a bat, stretched out behind her.

Lower still—spawned at the base of her spine—a thin tail, tipped with a spade head, writhed like a serpent between her legs.

She approached him just like in his dream. When he had been transfixed by her appearance with the aid of the corrupting fog. She continued to slowly gain ground; delightfully, thinking he was once again under her spell. Her thoughts confirmed when he smiled; bringing his eyes back up to hers.

Closer yet, she was only a few steps from him.

"You want me after al—"

Cut off as he quickly head butt her. He slammed his staff into her gut, rolling to the side to undercut her legs. The sudden blows caught her by surprise as she fell back onto her wings. Before he had opened his eyes to take in her appearance he had successfully reversed the fog's effect.

"Wrong," he replied in a monotone voice.

Her eyes filled with pure black energy, replacing her cat like slits; filled with newfound anger at his defiance. She raised her feet and kicked Ysho back into the other monks. The impact slammed them all into the wall. Having lost grip of his staff in mid air, it rolled off to the side, far out of reach. She flapped her wings, rising off the ground before chanting in her demonic tongue.

Vines began to spawn from the ground and cavern wall around the monks, reaching out with minds of their own. The three with glazed eyes were overtaken easily without any resistance. Yshomatsu acted quickly, he jumped back to his feet and tore the vines closest to him out of the ground. He began to throw them rapidly at the succubus' wings. She dodged the first half-dozen or so without hesitation, but she had underestimated her prey. A few got past her guard, slicing through her wings, two on the right, one on the left.

She screamed in horror as she fell to the ground. The vines stopped growing but remained wrapped around the other monks. Yshomatsu charged forward closing the distance between him and the succubus; as she rose to her feet, wincing in pain.

The two of them entered a close quarter combat dance. Yshomatsu's face remained calm even as he pressed the attack, striking faster with each move. She let a smile slip as she parried each of his attacks, gradually extending her claws. With her wings folded tightly behind her. They were out of commission until the wounds healed.

Their dance went on for a few minutes; she had always enjoyed toying with her prey. She wanted to tire him out before she took her time and savored breaking down his will.

"My turn," she squealed.

She picked up speed, spinning around to whip him with her tail between strikes. Yshomatsu dodged as best he could, but she was getting too close. Her claws tore into his robes, barely missing his skin.

In his effort to keep her claws away an opening presented itself to her. She thrust her tail into his pants and toyed with manhood. Her mouth hung open, cheeks turned a darker shade of red, flushed with excitement. Instantly his hands rushed after her tail, in an attempt to pull it out.

His reaction went exactly as she thought it would. She giggled that girlish giggle when she got her way. The succubus grabbed Yshomatsu by the neck and pulled him into a kiss. His hands were occupied in his pants, unable to fight her off. She moaned as she forced her tongue into his mouth to massage his.

In an instant his mind became aware of everything. His manhood began to grow as his hands relaxed on her tail. Before he realized it, he was returning the kiss with forceful need of his own. His mind struggled to regain control.

Pleased with herself, she allowed her tongue to leave his mouth. Reluctant to let hers go, his tongue followed before she closed her mouth around it and sucked. She was rewarded with a deep groan that rose from deep within his chest. The simple pleasure of having his tongue pulled and sucked sent his mind soaring.

Moments later she ended their kiss by taking a step backwards, one hand still holding the back of his head. Wanting to force him to come to her, she massaged her breasts with her free hand. Her breasts captured his gaze.

"Come... taste my sinful flesh," her voice, husky with lust. Her tail squeezed rhythmically to reward his actions with more pleasure as he took a step forward. He bent down with the aid of her hand still around his neck. When his lips latched around her areola he began to lick and suck eagerly. She massaged the back of his neck with her hand as she squeezed her breast with the other.

"That's it, drink."

Demonic milk spilled forth into his mouth, the moment it touched his tongue sparks exploded in his brain.

"Drink and become my slave."

The explosion in his mind had the opposite reaction and flooded him with clarity. This clearness of thought caused him to cough, releasing the demonic milk flow from her breast. Had he drunk any more of it, things may have turned out differently. He tightened his grip on the succubus' tail and yanked it painfully from his pants.

She hissed her disappointment and kicked him to the ground where he continued to cough up the excess milk. He rolled over onto something hard, taking a moment to clear his vision he realized he had rolled onto his staff.

Yshomatsu rolled back over onto his back and performed a kick up maneuver to quickly get onto his feet. Milliseconds later he kicked his staff up; it flew at the demon before smacking her in the face and returned into his hands as he returned to a defensive stance. His claw torn robes ripped further with his quick motions and fell free from his body. Many pieces fell to the ground but those still attached hung loosely over his belt.

"Couldn't resist showing me some chest hair," the succubus asked while laughing maniacally. Her sarcastic tone displayed her anger with him. Only to be replaced by a sparkle in her eyes upon seeing his raging hard on tenting in his pants.

Focus... focus damn it, he thought, as he struggled to control his breathing.

"I'll make a deal with you handsome."

"What," he asked, thrown off by her sudden change of attitude. His clouded mind couldn't comprehend the trap.

"I said I'll make a deal with you; I don't want to fight anymore." She stretched out her arms and let out a little feline squeak before striking a sexy pose, "I want to kiss you, one last time."

"One kiss and you'll let us all go, just like that," he asked. A part of his mind screamed trap, but the demonic milk's effect had seeping into his head. The brief moment of clarity slowly faded away.

"If that's what you want when I'm done," she replied, seductively licking her lips. She swayed her hips, moving her hands over her body as if she was dancing to music.

"It is... It's... It's why I came here," he stuttered as he watched her move.

"Really, is that why you came here," she asked, as she looked down to the twitching mind between his legs knowing it controlled his thoughts. Her smile never faded.

He lowered his staff, "yes." At some point he lost control and pleasure addled him mind. But, he hadn't realized. His mind was too clouded with lust at the moment.

She leapt forward and slammed him into the wall. Once again, his staff rolled out of reach, only this time he didn't notice. "You can't stop me until I'm done, that's the deal."

He stared at her dark red lips, longing to kiss them. His dick twitched at the thought and he realized the trouble he was in. Even in his clouded state, Yshomatsu knew he couldn't agree to her terms.

"No... this isn't right, I can't do this," her perfume hooked into his senses. It brought back the memories that had been haunting him for days. She sensed this and began to rub her body against his. While wrapping on arm around his shoulder she reached down to grab his ass with her other hand.

"Oh, but you can, and you really want to."

Her grinding hips felt so good, he almost lost himself. Then it struck him. All this time he had completely forgotten about turning into the dragon. How stupid was he? He may not have ever done it consciously before, but he had to try. He didn't dream it for no reason.

He focused his mind, attempting to block out her rotating hips. This would be the moment, his one chance to turn the tide to his favor. He only needed to concentrate.

"Hmm, so much power, and soon it will be all mine." A shiver went up her spine as she spoke.

He focused all his will into the transformation. He ignored the succubus as she sliced through his belt with her tail. She gripped his remaining clothing in her hand as she threw them off to the side.

<I>Almost there...</I> he thought.

"Got it," he screamed out loud, as he opened his eyes with a flash of red light. A grin formed on his face as he ignored her tail once again as it gently massaged his balls.

The succubus didn't even flinch, as if she knew it was coming. Yshomatsu focused all his might into the change. She locked eyes with him, licking her lips, turned on by the sight before her.

Nothing was happening. <I>This can't be, it had worked before. </I> He was distracted by his thoughts only to be caught unaware as she leaned in.

"How bout that kiss sugar," tricking the monk into focusing all his power was the only way to ensure her freedom. It was her after all, who gave him his dream. The false hope that his years in isolation would pay off. Her nether region flooded with arousal and anticipation.

"What...no..." cut off by her lips pressing into his. Her hand rose up his back. Her claws lightly scratched along the way, coming to the back of his head, pulling him into her kiss. His body overdosed on her lust. He stared into her eyes, first in shock, then captivated by her.

"Mmm," she moaned as she sucked on his lower lip. Her fangs sank into his lip. She let loose a few drops of her venom, just enough to keep him from fighting back. She continued to suck his lip, savoring the taste of blood mixed with her addictive sedative.

"Ahhh," was all he could muster before she began to kiss her way down his jaw line to his neck. Before the poison set in he tried with all his remaining willpower to push the succubus off. He pushed into the luscious orbs of her breasts. He could have sworn his hands had been lower on her body. The feeling of her flesh giving way to his hands caused his manhood to twitch with need.

"Stop me... and... your friends... over there die." She moaned between kisses, her lips never leaving his skin. She slowly descended his chest, leaving a wet trail. His hands extended down with her body, reluctant to let go. Her tail slithered away with her descent, feet back on the ground.

"This isn't happening, it's so..." The poison settled into his blood stream; denying him everything beyond the thought of stopping her. His stomach and abs twitched as she tickled his skin. She lowered to her knees, her mouth sealed around his bellybutton, tongue licking within. His hands dropped to his sides. His whole body desperately wanted her to go just a little lower.

In the next second; she descended into his pubic hair; chills ran through his skin in a rush to alert his brain. Her hands had lowered to cup his firm ass, claws digging in. Her chin lowered, pressing his thick rod level to the ground. For the first time since her descent she broke eye contact, as she arched her head down to kiss the base.

His body trembled against his will, delighted in her actions. Deep down his will began to join with his body's desire for her to continue. Flashes of Bree waking him up entered his thoughts. His need for release drove his thoughts to wonder how the succubus would feel, compared to Bree.