Succubus Inquisition Ch. 00

The brief thought had caught the succubus' attention. Although she didn't let him know, she began to plot her entry into his world. This Bree would come to be a blessing, she was sure of that. The succubus stretched out her arms into the fluffy white clouds she laid upon in the dream realm, a shiver ran up her spin at the thought.

~*~

A week later the knight walked through the dusty streets back in the small village. His heavy armor shined brightly in the morning light. All signs of the mountain storm had been washed off, yet it still caused a chill down his spine anytime he thought about it. Sir Drake entered a small building that had been the village's prison, holding cells were in the back of the old building. He didn't acknowledge the guards he had posted as he approached his prisoner's cell. They saluted him as he past regardless.

The prison was in poor condition. Iron bars rusted, slowly falling apart as the years went by without use. All save one, in the back of the prison, where a single cell had been rebuilt. The knight's men had thrown some dry hay into the cell for their monk prisoner to sleep on. In the center of that cell sat Yshomatsu, with his legs crossed and his hands resting palms-up on his thighs.

Over the past week Sir Drake's prisoner had remained in that same seated position. Calmly meditating, it annoyed Drake, immensely. The monk's wounds caused by the knight and the avalanche had completely healed in that small amount of time. As he closed in on the cell Drake kicked the iron bars and coughed to bring all attention onto him, as if the monk didn't already feel his presence.

"The time to hang is approaching... monk," he stated with a smirk upon his lips. The response he got was far from what he had wished to receive. Yshomatsu's eyes had remained closed, his face as calm as ever. Drake's patience was at an all-time low, he had hoped to get a response. It would give him great pleasure to see remorse or even guilt on the man's face before he hung, or ever better a confession to being part of the prophecy.

He couldn't understand how the man on the floor before him had such great self-control or power. None of it made any sense to Sir Drake. While blind folded, the man had bested a whole squad of his men including himself on horseback. Yet any wound he had inflicted upon the man had vanished without a trace. Part of him wanted the man to hang and serve as an example; any resistance against the King's men would end in death. The other part of him wanted to study the man. To find out if there was any truth to the rumored end of mankind. But, without any cooperation from the monk, Sir Drake couldn't learn anything.

Sir Drake had considered feeding the monk at first but second guessed himself. <I>Why waste the food on someone you were just going to hang, </I> he thought. The little food he had access to would be best used to keep his men happy. Each morning he would wake thinking that today would be the day he would break his prisoner, get answers to all his questions. However, each day his wish was not granted, and he became angrier than the day before.

His thoughts were turning to torture, but the last thing he wanted to do was give the man a chance to escape, like he almost escaped on the mountain pass. Even if it meant he would never learn the monk's secrets. The least he could do was put an end to the prophecy.

Sir Drake dragged his boots across the filthy floor impatiently as he paced back and forth. He took a few moments to study his prisoner. On the outside he looked completely calm, but there were small, hardly noticeable, signs of his distress. His skin for one was slowly going pale. His body was also showing signs of hunger; even if the monk wouldn't admit it, his body was slowly eating itself.

A few moments passed. Sir Drake cleared his throat, about to speak once again. He opened his mouth but at the last second, he decided against it. <I>Perhaps the silent treatment would shake things up for tomorrows visit, </I> he thought.

The knight raised his head up high and turned to leave. An idea sparked within his mind. On his way out of the room he motioned for the posted guards to follow him, and to stand out of sight of their prisoner.

With the guards posted outside Sir Drake moved to the side of the building. There in the dusty alleyway the knight waited; peering into the room through a crack in the wall, excellent. Since the cell was recently rebuilt there was no fear of escape without aid. Perhaps with a little patience he would overhear a starving man blabbering to himself, revealing secrets.

It was a long shot. Yet, what did he have to lose?

Hours went by. The sun set before anything of note happened. Sir Drake sighed in disbelief. He had waited hours for the monk to do anything, anything at all. Yet all he did was lay back into the dry hay and drift to sleep. The knight cursed at himself for letting another day be wasted.

~*~

Days went by for Yshomatsu as he sat in the small cell meditating, hoping... no wishing that an opportunity would present itself to him. The knight would come in each day offering food while demanding conversation. Yshomatsu respectfully declined his offers, or did he? Nah he simply ignored the man while inwardly laughing. In reaction the knight had refused food each day. After a week he had started to feel weakness seep into his body, getting worse slowly each day.

Yet he held strong, meditating each day to keep his spirit up. Unbeknownst to his captor, the old building allowed rain to drop from the ceiling. Had it not been for the small amounts of water, he wouldn't have held on for so long.

The distant sounds of footsteps echoed in the monk's ears; something was off. The knight had already visited and never returned until the next day. With that, Yshomatsu leaned closer and paid close attention, squinting in concentration. And then he noticed it; the approaching steps were quieter, as if much lighter than a grown man in armor.

His thoughts were confirmed when the door opened and a familiar cute face appeared, her shoulder length hair was pulled up into a pig tail on each side of her head. She had a determined look upon her as she swayed her hips with each step, slowly approaching the lone guard on duty.

"Uh... ma'am... you can't be in here," the guard stuttered, placing his arms up with palms out to politely shove her out of the room. Bree slithered out of his grip to his side, before reaching up and violently slamming his head back into the bars. All the while giggling like an innocent girl that wouldn't hurt a fly.

Yshomatsu jumped up from his cross-legged position on the floor, shocked beyond belief. The small girl had hidden strength one would not have believed. "What are you doing Bree?" The guard dropped to the ground with a loud thud, he was completely knocked out. Hope began to fill his heart; the chance to escape had presented itself finally.

"Relax sugar."

"Sugar..." he was confused, she didn't speak like that. "Whatever, the keys... grab the keys," he pointed down to the guard.

"But I just wanted to have a little fun before you hang," she grabbed his robes and pulled him against the bars into a demanding kiss. The monk's surprised look never faded as he awkwardly tried to get out of her kiss.

"What... has gotten... into... you," he attempted to say, his voice muffled by her lips. Her hands pressed tightly into the back of his head; her fingers were playing with his hair. He didn't know Bree very well from their last encounter, but he knew well enough to realize she wasn't this bold or confident.

In moments... once she realized he wasn't going to return the kiss she let out a frustrated sigh; and released him from her kiss before stating, "What's wrong sugar, you've been thinking about her all day."

"Her?" He asked, even more confused than before.

Bree or the image of Bree anyways, pouted as an innocent little girl would, before she turned, leaned slightly forward and slapped her tight ass. She looked back over her shoulder, eyes blazing yellow with a wide smile showing off her pearl white... fangs... "What's wrong baby; don't you like what you see?" Her hand rubbed her ass in a circle before slapping it hard once again.

Yshomatsu was awe struck, there was no way this could be real. He must have fallen asleep while meditating, but it felt so real, the twitching bulge in his pants was testament to that. "No, I'm dreaming," he closed his eyes and pinched himself, in an attempt, to wake himself up.

When he opened his eyes next his vision was blurry, and the room was dark. A voice in the back of his mind screamed for him to fully wake up. Yet the voice went unnoticed, his conscious mind didn't comprehend his attempt to wake up and he slipped back to sleep.

The room now filled with the sounds of bodies slapping together, almost like the girls hand slapping her ass, but not quite. The slutty moan that followed brought the monk back to reality, or rather the reality of the dream he was stuck in. Pleasure rose up from his loins, followed by a moan of his own. When he looked down, his eyes couldn't believe what he saw, he was actively moving his hips into the Bree-succubus hybrid. He stopped his body from moving before its next descent into bliss.

"Aww, why'd you stop thrusting baby, you know you want to," she wickedly moaned back to him. Her pussy lips squeezed the tip of his dick, as if kissing him with a mind of their own. The sensation flooded his mind with pure lust, "Come on, fuck me... NOW!" She screamed.

His body reacted instinctively by thrusting hard, his hips slammed against the bars. The pain almost went unnoticed, his senses overwhelmed by the warm, wet pleasure that gripped him perfectly as if a glove. She squealed in delight as he filled her, the sudden thrust caused her back to arch. She raised her arms back to his, before pulling his hands up to her ample chest. He couldn't resist as he gripped her flesh, the stirrings of his impending climax began as his balls tensed.

"See, you can't resist me," She laughed, victorious once again over her prey.

"No, I won't give into you again... get out of my head, you foul demon," he tried to separate himself from her but her neither reign closed into a vice grip at his base; while milking motions flowed up his length. She tightened her grip on his hands, forcing them to continue their caress of her growing breasts. Her body slowly changed from the pretty young, almost innocent body of Bree, into the luscious demonic figure of a sex goddess. All the while she continued to sinisterly laugh at his feeble attempt to resist.

"There is no escape lover, every time you go to sleep, you'll be fucking me. Give in to your fate, and we can have some real fun." While holding him in place, the succubus rotated her hips, grinding into his lap. Before long, his body went past the point of no return. She giggled before taunting him one last time, "here it comes, unleash that volcano into my womb!"

He couldn't believe his body was once again giving into this demon. His impending doom was upon him, he rose up on tippy toes, arching his back in anticipation... the moment was...

<b>SPLASH! </b>

Suddenly he awoke with a start, like in those dreams where you are falling and right when you are about to hit the ground, you wake up, reacting/jumping to the impact that never comes.

The entire cell was soaked, including Yshomatsu. Sir Drake stood before the monk with disgust written all over his face, "time to hang you piece of filth."

~*~

An hour later Yshomatsu stood on the gallows, once again with a noose around his neck. He was disappointed in himself; the thought of having his orgasm denied would not leave his mind. His body ached for release, the pain in his sack made him question how far the line was between dream and reality. If he lived through this mess, the first thing he was going to do was find a way to send her back to the depths where she belonged.

Meanwhile, the knight was giving some pointless speech to the surrounding people about respect and serving as an example. Yshomatsu wasn't paying attention, completely lost in his thoughts until he saw her in the crowd. He looked away before snapping his attention back to her, in a double take not believing he saw her at first. Bree stood in the crowd with an odd expression, as if she was waiting for something, something the others around her weren't. Her expression made him wonder if it truly was Bree or once again the succubus playing a trick on him. He waited for that fanged smile to appear, yet, it never did.

Sir Drake's speech was coming to an end as he took a step to the side, placing his hand on the lever that would send Yshomatsu plummeting to his death. Yet, he hesitated, for at that moment the platform shook, ever so slightly. The monk almost didn't feel it, but he could tell the knight was distracted by it. All thoughts of his all so mighty speech were momentarily put aside. The feeling intensified slowly, something massive was coming their way. And somehow, he got the idea that Bree knew about it.

In the next few seconds Yshomatsu's thoughts were confirmed. The young woman began to make her way through the disorientated crowd, who were all looking amongst themselves with concern. As the vibrations increased so did the panic within the gathered audience. Even the pace in which Bree approached sped up. Soon she proceeded with determination, pushing her way through the people in earnest.

What happened next shocked everyone, surprising even Ysho, a stampede of wild horses entered the small town. The stampede was massive; every inch of open ground at the edge of the village had a panicked animal coming their way.

The crowd's loud screaming almost overshadowed the sound of hooves as they became part of the chaos, each person fleeing the scene, or rather running into each other in their attempt to flee.

Bree had made her way to the platform and began to raise her small body up onto it. Unbeknownst to the knight, who stared out at the oncoming stampede with disbelief. She pulled a small kitchen knife from her belt and sawed at the monk's bound hands. With his hands freed he loosened the noose and hugged Bree with newfound affection.

She reveled in his hug for a moment before bringing her lips up to his ear in a whisper, "jump onto a horse as they pass, we'll escape before they come to their senses." Yshomatsu nodded his agreement, not yet able to speak as he was still in shock of how far this woman was willing to go to save him.

The stampede entered the courtyard, trampling anyone foolish enough to be in their way. Something had the horses running for their lives, the sound of their hooves thundering through almost drowned out the screams of those in their path.

The knight ran his hands through his hair, unsure how to help. The village was being destroyed along with its occupants. Horses made their escape attempts through buildings, jumping out their windows or doors. A loud crash at the edge of the village pulled him out of his shock—a whole building collapsed in on itself—sending a giant dust cloud into the surrounding area.

Sir Drake turned; knowing the person responsible had to be the man about to be hanged. However, he stared at an empty noose dangling in the air, ropes that were tied around wrists lay cut upon the wooden beams at the gallows base. He let out a gasp of disbelief as he looked off into the distance. Sure enough, there was the monk on horseback with an unknown female accomplice riding off into the horizon.

"No! NO!! NOOOO!!!," he screamed out, slamming his foot down in frustration. Just as two horses bumped into each other, sending the less fortunate one tumbling into the gallows. The entire platform shook as its support beams snapped, sending the knight screaming onto the ground. Debris trapped him as the stampede fanned out into the destroyed object like moths to the flame.

The entire stampede passed in what seemed like an eternity, yet, no more than a minute passed before it was out of sight. Along with any sign of the monk who had been about to hang. Those left standing rushed to anyone in need, many lay crippled or worse upon the ground. An hour passed before anyone made attempt to rescue the knight from the wreckage. The man in his despair made a vow to hunt, torture, and destroy the monk and his entire order for the trouble he has caused.

Vengeance now fueled his heart, with a side of doubt. If this man truly was the one to bring about the end of mankind, then it meant he had failed to end the apocalypse before it had started.

~*~

"Why did you rescue me, you don't even know me," he asked the young girl whose arms were around him.

"We had a moment back in the inn, I couldn't just let you die for those outrageous charges, I had to do something."

He pondered her words for a moment before proceeding, "and you just happened to have a herd of wild horses at your disposal?"

She laughed before explaining how she had paid someone to create the stampede. She left out the part of her dream filled nights ever since their meeting. Dreams full of steamy sex filled adventures. He seemed content with her answer as he turned their horse to a new direction.

Yshomatsu and his rescuer Bree dismounted their horse, a slap to the hindquarters sent the horse off to reunite with its kind. After her daring rescue Bree had allowed the monk to guide them. She thought he would know best on where to go. He had been awful quiet along the way; little did she know his mind was racing in distress. His mind kept repeating itself, as he secretly cursed himself for not taking the warning to heart.

<b> 'Though the succubus is one of the weakest demons known to man, she is also perhaps the most dangerous.'</b>

He had kept the horse circling until the sun had set, wanting to keep his destination hidden. Mostly he wanted to make sure they weren't followed. Now that he was certain they were alone he had allowed the horse to part from their presence. And continued to lead Bree to his home. Hidden, yet, in plain sight, where no one would expect.

They entered a small abandoned hut, and Bree expressed her concern, "Why are we..."

Yshomatsu smiled briefly, "What can I say; I need my privacy, welcome to my home."

"You're kidding right, this is a shit hole, literally."

If he wasn't so troubled, he would have laughed, instead he bent down. After a moment of silence Bree showed her impatience by tapping her foot. Only to jump back in surprise.

There was a sudden and powerful gust of wind. The sand at their feet blew out of the run down hut. Then Yshomatsu lifted up a trap door within the floor and proceeded down a ladder.

Before disappearing out of her sight the monk suddenly looked up at her and smiled, "told you I need my privacy," he ended his jest with a quick wink before continuing down. Once at the bottom he waited a moment before helping Bree off the ladder.

He lit a torch and mumbled under his breath, a second later a series of torches throughout the compound lit up. With an outstretched arm he gestured around, "like I had said, welcome to my home."

They were standing in an extensive hallway; at one end was a training room, with padding covering every surface; at the other end was a library that was filled with many leather-bound books. The monk headed for the training room but stopped short. He turned to the wall and pressed his hands against it, when he found the right pressure points, he pushed. The section of wall let out a hiss as dust blew out of its hinges before it moved inward and slid to the side.

"The bedrooms are in here, hidden away in case someone stumbles upon my home while I'm sleeping; I've been down here for longer than I can remember."