A Succubus For Christmas (21 page)

No, not like this. God no.

Heinlein thrashed harder. She squeezed back with her soft coils, pinioning his arms against his sides and holding him immobile. Her labia gaped open wider and her coils fed his body a little deeper into hers. His feet were enveloped by the soft warm muscles of her vagina.

Her vagina slowly gulped down his body. Soft, but powerful muscles seized his ankles and another contraction swallowed his body a little deeper inside her. Her soft pussy lips wrapped around his calf muscles and gently pulled.

God no. Not like this.

Heinlein was powerless to resist as her body pulled his into the muscular channel of her vagina with steady contractions.

Froth flecked Heinlein's gritted teeth as he strained against her coils. His legs were fully inside her and his hands, pinioned at his hips, were following.

“So much fear and struggling,” the girl whispered, gently massaging his shoulders with her hands. “Listen to your senses. There is no pain here, only pleasure.”

His feet and legs were pulled inside a soft chamber within her body lined with fleshy little polyps that tickled and caressed his flesh. The chamber expanded, sucking more of Heinlein's body inside. The soft lips of her vagina kissed his flesh as they wrapped around his midriff.

The demon moaned as her labia stretched to accommodate Heinlein's chest. Glands squirted more of her lubricating juices across his naked body. She moaned again, louder as her body finally pulled Heinlein's chest and broad shoulders into her warm body.

Heinlein closed his eyes and waited for the end. At least it wasn't painful. The inside of the demon's body was soft and moist against his flesh and gentle as it contracted around him.

The movements stopped. Her fleshy labia closed gently around his throat until his head sat cushioned between them. She held him there, the rest of his body engulfed by a soft chamber within her body.

“Now you can truly experience my love,” she purred.

The fleshy chamber contracted around Heinlein. It felt like he was being embraced by the soft body of a woman. Invaginations opened up and gripped his fingers and toes with pleasant sucking motions. The muscular walls, lined with soft fleshy protuberances, gripped and massaged his body.

“My body is not an egg-laying factory,” the demon smiled. “It's a pleasure chamber for your body. Even now my glands are producing chemicals and oils to drive your body to ecstasy. Surrender to the pleasure. Give yourself to me.”

Undulations in her body sent waves of pleasure washing over Heinlein.

“Fuck off,” Heinlein retorted.

The girl smiled. Glands squirted warm juices into her internal chamber and Heinlein felt her soft flesh squish pleasantly against his skin. She drew his cock into a soft bladder and began to squeeze and suck it.

Oh god. Heinlein's mind was reeling.

He felt the tides of her body as it rose and fell around him. She was drowning him in an ocean of pleasure as her organs expertly stimulated every pleasure receptor in his body.

“No one can love you like me,” she said. “Will you give yourself to me?”

There was a promise of everlasting pleasure in her voice. It would be so easy to submit and say yes, but Heinlein could also see the threat, hidden like a barb within her sweet words. There could be no turning back, no change of heart. Yes meant he was hers. Forever. He had no illusions about that.

“No,” he croaked.

He couldn't allow her to enslave him with pleasure.

He searched inside himself for all the painful moments of his life, squashed them down into a little white-hot ball in his mind and focused on it.

She smiled and squirted more chemicals into the chamber. Heinlein felt them passing through his skin and sinking into his flesh. They filled his body with a warm tingly feeling.

He concentrated on the moment that had ruined his face. He remembered the white-hot pain as the shrapnel ripped through his cheek.

His body jolted as he felt a fleshy pseudopod push itself into his anus. The intrusion was gentle though and he felt only pleasure as it massaged him from the inside.

He was in the sandy hell of Iraq, watching the body of a young boy dance as bullets tore it apart.

The probing motions fell into synch with the sucking organ milking his cock. Heinlein cried out as the demon's ministrations took his body to orgasm.

“Give yourself to my love,” the demon whispered.

Another war, another desert. Looking at the emaciated bodies of starved children, all bulbous heads and twisted sticks for bodies.

“Never,” Heinlein snarled.

The demon leisurely lay back on her coils. Her body pulsed with gentle contractions as she squeezed and massaged Heinlein's body.

“You have a strong will, but none have ever withstood the pleasures of my body,” the demon said. “I can wait.” She closed her eyes.

The demon held him within her body and pleasured him for hours. She let her body undulate around him, burying him in wave after wave of ecstasy. She took his cock and engulfed it in a series of tighter, softer orifices. Sometimes she let him come fast, other times she repeatedly took him to the brink and brought him back, withholding the pleasure of release until letting him blow with one giant shuddering orgasm.

It's still me.

Hollow words as she turned her back on him and walked out of the room.

It's still me.

He was squeezed through into a deeper chamber. There organs flooded his body with a different kind of fluid. It sank into his skin and began to transform the cells beneath. Bony appendages cut into and remoulded his flesh.

Throughout it all Heinlein heard a soothing voice in his ear telling him not to worry, that he was loved.

He floated there peacefully, gently rocked to sleep by the undulating motion of her body. Around him her organs continued to work, secreting more complex fluids over his body.

* * * *

His will was so strong. Her children had been right to bring him to her and not one of her subordinate sisters. He was perfect.

Aenictia closed her eyes and listened to the rhythm of her own pulsations as her body worked on the human within her. Eventually she felt stirrings inside her.

Such strong stirrings as well.

She shifted the position of her body. Powerful contractions gripped her and she moaned as she felt strong muscles within her begin to push. Her body was racked with more contractions as the moment grew closer.

Then, with a mighty heave, she pushed and her child fell onto the smooth floor in a gush of fluids. It moved awkwardly at first, trying uncertainly to bring its limbs under full control.

“Yes, that's it my beautiful boy,” Aenictia said.

She watched him get to his feet. He was taller and stronger than the others.

“I knew you would come to understand. Love always overpowers hate and what can be stronger than the love of a mother for her child.” She leant down and lightly kissed him on the forehead.

Yes, he would be the one to lead her other children and drive these invaders from her land.

Heinlein smiled and his lips turned up to reveal an uneven row of little pointed teeth. His head gave a little twitch.

Squeezed

Every town needs a superhero. Unfortunately the town of Sticksville had to make do with Alan Miller, A.K.A. Christian Crusader. It wasn't that Christian Crusader was a bad superhero. He had all the requisite hero traits. He was strong; he was brave; he was athletic; he could fly. He was also blessed with the kind of fantastic good looks that made all the ladies swoon. With his flowing blond locks and a body that looked as though it had been finely chiselled from marble Christian Crusader was every bit the dashing hunk.

It was just that…well…he was a little embarrassing. I mean c'mon, Christian Crusader. Surely there had to be better names remaining a hero could take. And there was that white costume with the cape and the bright red cross emblazoned across the chest. Every other self-respecting superhero had ditched the spandex years ago.

Still, it could have been worse. At least he wasn't a dangerous psychopath like that guy up in Gotham. Nor was he creepy like that kid who was always swinging through the skyscrapers of New York. No, Christian Crusader was a good old-fashioned, moral, upstanding and above all Christian superhero. Even his detractors would grudgingly admit he did a good job in keeping the mugger population down. He was their hero and the people of Sticksville loved him.

Well, except for the young men of Sticksville. They thought he was a flash git and despised him for continually running off with their girlfriends.

And except for some of the young women as well. But the stories they told couldn't possibly be true and must be malicious lies.

This evening Christian Crusader was on the trail of his arch-nemesis: the Harridan. The wicked witch had set up her pernicious operations again in a disused factory out by the waterfront. Christian Crusader felt it was his sworn duty to prevent the good young girls of Sticksville from being forced into a life of vice and to protect the good folk of Sticksville from gambling away their immortal souls.

Christian Crusader also had special reason to be excited tonight. Sticksville wasn't exactly the most riveting town for a superhero. While other heroes had dangerous arch-villains to constantly test their mettle against, most of the action Christian Crusader got was beating up surly delinquents and rescuing cats from trees.

Of course there was always the Harridan, but an ageing madam was hardly in the A-list of super-villainhood. However, if the rumours Christian Crusader had heard were true, the Harridan had brought in outside help especially to deal with him.

Outside help with super powers.

Outside help with super powers that also happened to be female.

Christian Crusader had always wanted to battle a super-villainess, preferably one with an ample bosom and very skimpy costume. No doubt she'd try and use her feminine charms to seduce him, but he would prove himself to be more than a match for her cruel beauty and then use his might to show her righteous justice.

Christian Crusader was practically quivering with excitement as he flew through the air towards his destination.

* * * *

Frank Moore thought his luck had turned for the evening when the dealer turned over a ten as the river card. Twice the fish had stayed in on hands he had no right to be in on and twice he'd got lucky. The first with a gutshot straight that had cracked Moore's three of a kind and then with an outrageous runner runner flush that had smashed Moore's aces. He could see the fish was thinking he'd done it again with another completed straight as the other man pushed a big stack of chips into the middle.

Not this time Jose, Moore thought, coming back over the top.

The other man gawped like the fish he was when Moore revealed the jack-ten in hand.

Full house tens over jacks eats the straight and that was his money back plus interest, Moore thought. That was what he loved about poker. Lady Luck only carried folks so far before Predator Probability brought them down.

* * * *

Christian Crusader threw the last henchman through the door into the Harridan's office. He followed and struck a heroic pose as he challenged his arch-nemesis.

“The game is up Harridan!”

The old woman behind the desk fixed him with a withering stare.

“How many times do I have to tell you it's Ann Varley,” the Harridan replied. “I ain't no time for this immature foolishness.” How could anyone run a perfectly disreputable business with idiots like this running around? It was embarrassing, just plain embarrassing.

“Always those quick to say what's right and wrong for other folks. Maybe they'd be better off getting their own house in order first if you know what I mean.” Varley fixed Christian Crusader with a steely glare. “Was a guy here last Tuesday who fractured one of my gal's arms because he couldn't get it up. Big guy. You think that silly mask hides your identity, but how many other six foot five guys built like linebackers with blond hair d'you think live in Sticksville?”