Succubus Inquisition Ch. 00

The last stretch from base to tip seemed to last an eternity to tho monk. His manhood throbbed each time her tongue made contact between each kiss. The moment finally came when she wrapped her moist tongue around the base of his mushroom head. A loud moan of pent up desire escaped his lips.

Her clawed hands suddenly dug deeper into the flesh of his ass, roughly forcing him to thrust forward. The momentum mixed with pain and pleasure shoved his manhood down the succubus' throat. He rose onto his tippy toes, arching his back. In response she began to hum, which caused her throat muscles to vibrate around his tip.

He gasped as his heart skipped a beat. Hands rushed to her head, holding her tightly in place. The succubus had no need for air as she turned up her humming another notch. Yshomatsu could feel his ball sack tightening already. The pleasure was far greater than he ever expected. His focus shot to the sight of her ass behind her folded wings. Her tail whipped back and forth as she waved her ass around.

Thoughts of the leather-bound book from his study formed in his head. That detailed how the soul is sucked from the body.

In his distraction he never noticed the succubus sink her fangs into the base of his manhood. She unleashed more venom into his system. He was quickly coming upon his climax.

Somehow, he knew he had to hold on. Then suddenly she let go of his ass. Unexpectedly releasing her hold on him as she leaned back to sit on her heals. His manhood bounced up and slapped his lower belly with a loud smack.

Shocked and disappointed a knot formed in his throat. She looked up into his eyes, running a finger along her upper lip. Her tongue licked in the opposite direction as a smile formed.

"Mmm," she snapped the fingers of her other hand and her captive monks vanished. "I've upheld my end of the bargain. Do you... want more?"

Now was his chance, all he had to do was muster all of his will and say no. He staggered, chest heaving. He opened his mouth but stopped himself before he shouted out his body's need.

"No," he finally managed to say, closely followed by a quiet moan. <I>Weird why did I moan</I>, he wondered.

The succubus let out amused laughter, "Your body doesn't agree with you sugar."

Another moan escaped his throat, this time louder. It was joined by a pleasant feeling spreading from below. Reluctantly he looked down. His eyes went wide at the sight. Even though his mind was screaming no, his hands worked with a mind of their own. They desperately squeezed his manhood between thrusts.

"You can't resist me, can you darling?" She squealed with mischief.

<I>This can't be happening, </I> he thought, but it felt so good. Just then, he spotted two little puncture wounds at the base of his manhood. <I>That bitch! I'll shoot it in her eye and make her regret it, </I> he thought. The poison filled pleasure took over his rational thinking.

"Yes, that's it, give in and give me what I want."

Anger fueled him. The poison spread throughout his whole body. The need for release had never felt greater. His hands sped up; eyes stinging from the lack of blinking. He couldn't take his eyes off the gorgeous succubus, impatiently waiting for her reward. He would give it to her alright and take out an eye in the process!

"Do it! Bath me in your essence. Open yourself to me, let me in."

The pressure was at its peak once again. His back arched again as he screamed out in ecstasy. Jet after jet launched itself onto her face. She squealed with delight as he moaned out loud, releasing all his breath along with everything within his sack. Before long the succubus' face was covered in his jizz. He collapsed down onto his knees, utterly spent and exhausted.

"There's a good boy," she said, her voice filled with excitement. His vision went blurry, but he could of sworn he saw her skin absorb his cum. In a moment her glowing red skin was clear as ever.

Yshomatsu's body slowly disappeared from the Dream World. "See you soon sugar." She blew a kiss to him and winked. His eyes never left her body until his vision faded to black.

~*~

He opened his eyes, his vision blurry and unfocused. He was back in the waking world. The first thing he noticed when he realized he was awake; was the fact that his lower robes were soaked. He let out a sigh, <i>I soiled myself, </I> he thought. He tried to move his hands; they were shackled. He jolted up to a seated position, now fully awake.

"What's going on," he called out.

"Good morning... monk, I assume that's what you are," replied a man's voice from the shadows, the voice was filled with hate. "Quite the dream you had, disgusting, I might add." The man took a step into the light of the dying bonfire.

"You... what are you doing here," he demanded.

"I'm taking you in, for the assault of the majesties' men. You'll be coming back with me... to be hanged," Sir Drake said with a smirk.

<I>Trouble follows you everywhere, doesn't it, sugar. </I> The thoughts entered his mind. Panic filled his heart. That wasn't his voice in his head. What had he done?

A puzzled expression filled the monk's face, "No, this can't be happening." He raised his shackled hands to rub his temples.

"Did you really think you could get away with it?"

Yshomatsu looked up at the knight for the first time, "I... I wasn't talking to you. The world is in danger."

A flash of rage took over this man clad in armor as he closed his fists. The man regarded him like a bug, insignificant. "I want to know how you bested my men blindfolded. And, how you created that blinding light when I cut it from your face," he demanded.

"You guy made so much noise; I didn't even break a sweat." He looked back down to his robes and sighed with disappointment in his failure. He truly was in over his head.

"Tell me about the light or I will beat you to an inch of your life until you talk."

"There's nothing you can do to me that'll even come close to the trouble I'm already in."

With that Sir Drake lost his temper, striking his prisoner again and again with his fists. Blood flowed like a river down the monk's face, yet he couldn't help but laugh. "Did I hit a nerve oh holy knight," Yshomatsu laughed, coughing out blood.

It might sound odd, but he felt like he deserved the beating. Not for the reasons he'd been given it of course; but because he had blindly walked into a demon's carefully laid trap. He'd been arrogant and cocky, thinking he could win.

The sounds of clanking armor could be heard down the cavern tunnel, the knight's men had finally caught up. Swords drawn, ready for combat, "We're..." Their leader raised his hand to show he wanted silence.

"Secure the prisoner," he said to his men, before he kicked the monk square in his chest.

Ysho let out a cough filled with blood as he violently slammed backwards onto the ground. A flash of white light filled his vision as his head cracked on a rock. His body was knocked unconscious, but his mind's eye began to focus and clear the white light. A figure formed out of the light, Yshomatsu recognized her instantly.

The succubus lay beside him; she rose up on her elbow into a sexy pose. A smile upon her demonic face as she licked her lips, <i> 'Thinking of me in a time like this, naughty, naughty.'</I> A shiver ran up his spine, bringing him back to reality.

He was being dragged out of the cavern and into the storm. The wounds on his face stung, he focused as much as he could to heal his face, just enough to stop the bleeding. The amount of focus required was difficult to achieve while being dragged, yet, not impossible.

Heavy snow and wind assaulted the mountain side with growing force. The dirt path was now covered in three feet of snow; creating a near impossible escape route from within the mountains. With only one way to go, following the path.

In the brief moment while the knight and his men were contemplating on the best way to proceed, Yshomatsu staggered to his feet. The stunning image of the demoness lingered on his mind as if placed there against his will. She appeared as if a semitransparent specter floating for only him to see. To torment and haunt him.

The knight stepped close to the edge of the cavern observing the storm. He recalled the slight landslide earlier and quickly thought of an idea. "Tie yourselves together; we'll go in two groups. Protect the men around you. Tread light and slow, there's no time to wait out the storm," Sir Drake said as he placed a makeshift noose around the monk's neck, "Just in case you try anything." He then tied the other end to his own waist.

The monk's bloody and bruised brow lowered into a distrustful glare at the knight. His intentions lost as that familiar voice entered his mind again. <I> 'Wouldn't you rather be tied up by me, as I have my way with you?' </I>

"Get out of my head," Yshomatsu hoarsely whispered into the night sky.

"Shut up, lead the way prisoner," replied the knight as he kicked Ysho forward out of the cavern and into the snow-covered path. The monk slipped to his knees, choking himself on the stretched robe around his neck. Once again, he had to stagger to his feet, only this time gasping for breath. His hands desperately tried to grip around the noose to relieve tension. He took one step forward and begun the long and freezing, cold journey back to the village.

Sir Drake stepped out second, closely following his prisoner. Fifteen men in total were tied off in the first group. The second stayed behind in the cavern's warmth just a little longer. They weren't eager to journey back into the storm. Quite a few of them wondered why they couldn't have just waited out the storm.

The wind howled and screamed at them as they slowly inched their way through the snow. Sight was limited to a few inches in front of their faces. Yshomatsu took each small step with the utmost care. A violent gust of wind slammed into his side, almost knocking his feet out from under him. He reached out quickly to grasp at anything to keep his balance. A handful of tree branches bent over by the thick snow filled his hand, saving him from a face full of freezing cold snow.

The knight grabbed his shoulders to pick him back up to his feet and pushed him forward. "Keep moving," he said. For what seemed like an eternity they inched further down the mountain. They eventually came to a narrow part in the path. The snow masked any markings or signs of the earlier landslide.

As his feet sunk into this patch of snow Yshomatsu could sense the difference in texture from the frozen dirt path. <I>Strange, the knight's men must have placed some tree logs down, </I> he thought. The logs were coated in a layer of ice underneath the snow. A cruel smirk formed upon his lips as an Idea came to mind.

Once he had stepped back onto frozen dirt, he began to count his steps. After a few men passed over the area he made his move. He pretended to trip, grasping at his neck to prevent the robe from tightening. He yanked on the rope on his way down into the snow. The knight and two more of his men were pulled forward into the snow beside him.

The few standing on the logs slipped on the layer of Ice underneath them. One man's feet slipped out from under him, crashing his face down into the ice. His limp unconscious body rolled off the cliff; hanging between the two men around him. In a fit of panic, they slowly they followed, sliding to the edge.

Screams could be heard from behind the knight which caused him to turn. He quickly wiped the build up of fallen snow from his eye lids just in time to see the horror. The men in the middle of the rope, fell over the cliff. "Grab on to something," he called out. Hoping it wasn't too late. The next closest man over the edge desperately clawed at the ground. Before they knew it, four men were hanging over the cliff, all screaming for their lives.

The mountain began to make cracking sounds, the inevitable sounds of an incoming avalanche. The last man in the long tied together group plummeted over the edge. Falling with such momentum that when he reached the end of the line, he whip lashed forward, snapping his spine. The mere force of his descent pulled four more men forcefully off the mountain.

Realizing it was too late, the frightened knight called out for one of his men to cut the robe and save the rest of them. Everyone still on the path was too concerned with holding on for dear life to hear the orders. The others were too busy flailing their limbs around as if they could fly to safety.

"Someone CUT the rope before we all die," yelled back the knight. He had stabbed his sword into the ice, in an effort, to hold on. The whole line was slowly being dragged towards oblivion. In the panic all he could think was how horrible of an idea it was to tie everyone together. He regretted, having not taking a moment to clearly think. Perhaps it would have been wiser to wait out the storm, if only he had patience and not let anger blind his judgement.

The next man's feet hung over the edge as he was pulled out to his mid-section. His hands had been dug into the snow, nails scrapping into the frozen ground. Blood trailed as he was dragged even closer. Pure panic was written all over his face.

The highest up the rope of dangling men reacted, grasping his sword between his freezing fingers. He pulled it from its sheath and cried out as he selflessly swung, cutting the robe... below him... Seven men screamed in horror as they fell to their deaths.

With the weight lifted from their backs the remaining men pulled the two left hanging back onto the path. The one that hadn't quite fallen off the path sat with his back to the mountain. He brought his shaking hands up to be inspected. His gloves had been torn and his fingers were in bad shape from the desperate attempt to save his own life.

In all the confusion Yshomatsu had untied his binds, lifted the makeshift noose from his neck and bolted down the path. In the thick layer of snow his efforts were clumsy and slow which made him exhausted quickly. His head throbbed from the knight's earlier beating.

Once the remaining of his men were safe Sir Drake looked ahead to see his prize attempting to 'run' away.

"To your feet men, our prisoner is getting away," the knight ordered. A few of the men picked up branches and stones; anything around them. They began to throw them at the monk as Drake tried to close the distance. His armor had gone stiff and heavy in the storm.

A stone whizzed past Ysho's ear, as his mind began to giggle at him. Confused, Yshomatsu's movements were slowed. <I> 'Nice try lover.'</I>

He shook his head in an attempt to force the being from his mind. <I> 'You can't escape now, where's the fun in that?'</I>

An image of the succubus bent over popped into his head. He was distracted for only a moment, but a moment was all it took. The knight jumped forward to tackle him into the snow.

By this time the second group caught up with them. After hearing the distant screams, they had stepped up their pace. Upon reaching the narrow log bridge they were greeted by the sight of their fellow soldiers. Many men were missing and the few left, were seated in the snow, frightened, and exhausted.

The mountain had enough of their echoing screams carried by the harsh wind. Its cracking sounds increased. The mountain side exploded with activity as if the very gods knocked off its peak. Snow picked up speed as it plummeted down creating a massive avalanche.

It all happened so fast no one had any time to prepare. The avalanche crashed down upon everyone and continued without a care in the world. Those few men left in the first group hugged close to the mountain. The second group having still been tied together let out horrifying screams as they became one with the avalanche.

~*~

Eight armored men sat around a fire looking towards the mountains. They had been left behind to make sure their commander's target didn't sneak out from the path. The outskirts of the mountain storm howled. Horrifying sounds were brought along with a cold gust of wind. The fire crackled, threatening to go out with the wind. One of them stabbed the fire with his sword to keep it lit.

A while later...off in the distance they could see a group of frozen men coming their way. The group was covered in snow and ice from head to toe, their armor was stiff and hard to maneuver in. To the untrained eye they looked like a pack of beasts, or yeti. The sight was worthy of legend and myth. It had been several hours since they left the warm shelter of the cavern.

"Sir Drake you're alive," called out one of the men seated around the fire. All of them rose to their feet and saluted their commander as he approached dragging the monk behind him.

"D-D Don't just stand there, fools," the knight stuttered, his whole body shaking from the cold. Drake fell to his knees in a coughing fit, those behind him staggered closer to the fire. The men that had been seated around the fire rushed to their comrade's aid.

"Sir, there's so few of you, what happened to everyone else?"

The knight looked over to the monk with pure hatred in his eyes. "They didn't make it. Only eight of us survived the storm, two more succumbed to their wounds on our way here." He sat down close to the fire, rubbing his arms with his hands, in an attempt, to get warm.

Yshomatsu chuckled humorlessly, he seemed unaffected by the cold, despite only wearing robes. "Rub your chest not your arms, your body will take care of the rest." He told his captor. His thoughts were distracted by constant images of the sexy demoness. He secretly hated himself for being so foolish by thinking he could prepare himself to fight a succubus. Alone even, he'd been an idiot.

He had sought only to free his fellow monks. Though he had succeeded there. However, he couldn't help but think that they were beyond help. Left as sex starved husks. Their bodies in various stages of decay. Had they died the moment their spirits reentered their bodies? The price Yshomatsu was paying for freeing them may have been too high. For the succubus now seemed to hold a mental link to his mind. A link the monk would do everything in his power to remove once and for all.

Sir Drake rose to his feet once he was warmed by the fire. "We have to get moving, the faster we get to a holding cell, the fewer chances he has to attempt another escape," the knight said as he pulled the monk to his feet and pushed him forward.

Within the Horadric Legion there was a prophecy of sorts, perhaps simply a warning. It detailed a mysterious being of great power appearing in the world, that being would be a foreshadowing to the end of mankind. Sir Drake believed in his heart that this stranger was the being of great power; and he would put an end to it and be a hero to his king...to his people.

The sun began to rise off in the distant east as they made their way back to the village. Its golden light shined through the storm clouds in beams. It filled the remaining men with hope to see such a holy sign.

Drake was all too eager to get this over with. Once the monk was safely behind bars, he would prepare the gallows. The small village was adequate for the job, but Drake had little choice in the matter. The next closest town or city would be far too risky traveling to.

Along the way Drake told the horrifying tale of how the rest of his men had died in the storm, while the monk had attempted escape. Even though he didn't make another attempt, Yshomatsu kept his eyes open for any opportunities. He only allowed himself a few distractions from the succubus, as if he had a choice in the matter. Once he even caught himself thinking of Bree.