Succubus Inquisition Ch. 03

"Something wrong Athan?" Blake asked, "We're almost to our homeland."

Athan was about to answer but for the life of him, he couldn't put a finger on what was bugging him so he gave in and motioned everyone onward. And onward they went, into the long grass, swatting away a seemingly unlimited amount of annoying insects. The sun was directly overhead now. Aided by the increasing humidity the group was miserable to say the least.

The day dragged on, treading through the long grass that never seemed to end. They pressed on until the sun was about to set. Even without the sun beating down the humidity was unbearable.

Distracted by the smoldering heat none of them were prepared for what happened next. A clicking sound was heard in the distance -- a split millisecond before Plymouth screamed as he was slammed to the ground violently without warning. The man's face hit the ground hard, blood splattered everywhere.

Athan's eyes widened as the man screamed behind him, suddenly realizing why he was on edge. He spun on his heels to witness a large creature on top of Plymouth, clawing desperately at his armored back. Before the monk could react two more rushed at them, jumping out of the long grass.

They're known as Angha, stalkers of the highlands and especially the long grass. The monk felt like a complete idiot for forgetting about them.

He mentally slapped himself and focused the anger he felt at himself into an attack as he charged forward into the two newcomer's path. It didn't go unnoticed that Plymouth was being dragged off, disappearing from view. Sir Blake rushed off towards his friend, the rest of the group forgotten as he pulled out his sword, leaving them behind. Athan hardly noticed, since he was busy wrestling with the beasts but Amber wasn't anywhere to be seen. At some point she had left his side.

They monk struck one of the Angha's jaws, right above its neck, effectively stunning it. However on contact waves of pain shot up his arm. The creature's fur covered scaly hide fractured his wrist. At the same time the other beast pounced on him, knocking the monk onto his back hard upon the ground, clawing and snapping at his raised arms that were protecting his face. Hot blood dripped down on him, stinging his eyes as he held on for dear life.

The furious predator was unrelenting in its assault as its snout breached the monk's crumbling defenses and clamped down on his shoulder. Its razor sharp teeth sunk into his flesh like a knife through butter, deep down into the bone. Athan's agonizing scream filled the air as he instinctively wrapped his left arm around the thing's neck, its orange fur coated with the monk's blood. He tried to squeeze but he had little strength left, having lost a lot of blood. Growls and snarls came from the Angha's throat as if it couldn't decide what to do next -- chew on its prey, or shake it around till it stopped squirming.

Athan was more tired than he thought, having not gotten undisturbed sleep. The girl affected him more than he realized. Now he was paying the price -- his injuries were severe and he didn't have the strength to push this one off. Luckily the other one he punched hadn't rejoined the fight, it must really be dazed. An idea came to mind and he acted before he even had time to consider it, too weak to shove the Angha off, so his hand went for the eyes.

A squeal of pain later and the beast's death grip loosened. Athan rolled out of the way, his face scrunched up in pain as he rolled over his injuries, but he kept rolling. To the animal's credit, it didn't run away with its tail between its legs. Yet it still took a moment to recover. In a moment both predators were recovered, standing next to each other, lips curled in snarls at the monk.

The next moment felt like it dragged on for an eternity to the bald monk.

He had more than enough warning before their attack as he stared them down. Their entire muscular bodies tensed right before they charged. The flaps of skin around their rows of teeth flayed back revealing stained canines. There was a blood lust shining through their eyes. They were done messing around -- it was time for the kill. The two beasts charged forward as quickly as they could, foam forming along their snouts.

Athan stood up as straight as he could, but his legs were wobbly.

He'd only had a few precious seconds to decide what to do. He didn't have the energy for another roll upon the ground with them. The Angha were closing the distance fast as the monk struggled to come up with a plan. Fighting a humanoid was so much easier. And it didn't help that blood was oozing down his body from his shoulder and arm, his wrist was throbbing also.

The beasts leaped into the air at the same time and Athan merely reacted. His arms shot straight out, bracing both their heads, one in each palm, and clapped together. Their heads slammed together loud and agonizing pain shot up his right arm from his wrist to his shoulder. It was enough to make his vision go black as he dropped to his knees.

Yet, luckily for him, both of the mighty predators yelped, squealed and cried as they sped off literally with their tails tucked between their legs. Most of the long grass in the immediate area was flattened, yet it only took them a few moments before they vanished into the untouched grass.

Meanwhile the newborn succubus crouched down hidden within the long grass, watching. She had an urge to rush to the monk's aid, but suppressed it, knowing that it was just the compulsion from the spell placed upon her. On one hand she wanted to do anything to please, protect, and worship him, and on the other, she wanted her power back and to do that, she had to make him hers, make him crave her body more than anything. The deep hunger she felt was the only true resistance she had to the spell binding. Without that primal need, that constant pull on her mind to consume souls, she may have been OK being bound to him, because there were far worse men in the world. He seemed genuinely nice, and hadn't forced her to do anything she wouldn't have been OK with normally.

In fact, he hadn't forced her to do anything, besides help find his friend. Yet she had needs, which he currently wasn't fulfilling, and it was driving her crazy, because he should be making her scream. Her thoughts had been distracted after Athan had been thrown to the ground, with the beast clamping its jaws on his shoulder. She had almost ran out there, but he had handled it. Once he was back onto his feet, she couldn't take her eyes off him. He was struggling but wouldn't give up!

She liked that, and looked forward to testing that defiance and determined willpower herself. She no longer wanted to destroy him but eagerly wanted to seduce him, the see if he could handle her. She'd still make him beg, and wrap him around her little finger, but she also had to satiate that primal hunger, after all, and to do that she needed her power restored.

The new born succubus didn't know what kind of animals these were, but she watched as the two of them charged the monk. He looked defeated, standing there, rocking back and forth, his clothing soaked with his own blood, a glossy gaze on his face.

What happened next, though, really impressed Amber -- he swiftly and effectively humiliated and defeated the beasts. As they ran off, she focused back on Athan. Wherever that last bit of energy or adrenaline came from, it was ebbing from him rapidly. He fell to his knees, arms like dead weights at his sides, a blank expression on his face.

This was her chance, while he was vulnerable.

Amber rose to her feet from her crouched position and crept into the clearing that was created during the monk's fight. A smile formed on her lips as she began her seductive walk towards him.

Athan remained on his knees, his strength sapped. He blankly stared ahead as he looked inward. His wounds were quickly draining the life from him. From within he focused, or tried to. The world began to blur. He had to begin meditating, this was not the proper time to test his so called immortality. The first thing he did was focus on stopping the bleeding. It took a lot more effort than he was used to, but eventually he felt his body respond. The bleeding began to slow, until it stopped all together.

The next thing he needed to do was ---

Pure beauty entered his blurry vision, more like filled his vision.

"Master! I turned and you were gone!" She was giving him a look that was full of lust.

Instantly, any thoughts of healing were gone from his mind. He didn't have the energy to focus on multiple tasks right now, couldn't even come up with a reply. With each slow step she swayed her hips which called his attention to travel from her gorgeous face down her amazing body, lingering on her great assets, before glancing over her toned belly, finally fixating on her swaying hips.

Besides healing himself, he should have been concerned for the knights, going after them, rather than having his entire focus on the creature he had no real interest in. He kept her around to find Yshomatsu, no other reason... right? He realized his breathing was heavy but couldn't tell if it was from the fight or Amber's mere presence. His question was answered when she reached him.

"Oh baby, what happened to you?"

She placed her warm hand on his left arm and lightly caressed him. She genuinely looked worried for him and in that moment, he let his guard down. Her touch was electric and he struggled to control himself. The new born succubus responded with a warm smile. The sparkle in her eyes would have told him she had plans. Too bad he didn't have enough focus to notice it. She leaned in close, her lips closing in on his, the monk wasn't resisting, and her warm breath met his skin.

He took a sharp intake of air as her lips met his. Her tongue pressed against his lips, trying to gain entry. The monk's lips didn't part so she flicked her tongue repeatedly. He didn't have the strength to stop her, body leaded forward into her as his lips quivered. Her hand squeezed his good arm affectionately as her other hand tickled at his belly, attempting to slide into his pants.

Cheers interrupted her moment as Blake and Plymouth were approaching the clearing, dragging something behind them. They entered the clearing right after Amber straightened herself and cleared her throat, so they wouldn't notice anything amiss. It was then that she noticed what they were dragging behind them -- the animal that pulled Plymouth away.

One would think Blake would have returned angry, that the monk hadn't helped rescue his friend, yet he was beaming. A huge smile plastered on his face, Plymouth walked over, standing next to him, appearing completely uninjured, his armor clearly saving his life. Between them, a leg in each of their hands, the Angha failed in the hunt.

"Dinner is served!"

As Blake shouted that, he took note of Athan -- the monk was torn to pieces. Suddenly he realized why the monk hadn't followed him in the chase. It would appear Blake had been needed more here, considering Plymouth had taken care of himself, armor preventing any true injuries, besides bruises.

Athan was on his knees, breathing heavy, with a lot of cuts all over. His shoulder was the worst, a nasty bite. When looked at closely, the knight swore he could see bone. The most troubling part--- besides there being no bodies of the beasts--- was Amber knelling down in front of him. He didn't trust her, not for one second. She had submitted too easily, from a feisty wild cat to a groveling kitten. He was just about to say something, but as he opened his mouth he was cut off by Plymouth saying he'd get a fire going.

The knight was then reminded of his growling stomach. One problem at a time, he thought. Besides, Athan was too out of it to be of any help confronting the temptress.

Plymouth had a fire going in no time. Even though there were no twigs or branches around, the man proved that he was from the area. He had used the long grass broken in the clearing they were in. The fire quickly warmed everyone. Even Athan appeared to be recovering, no longer breathing as heavy. The meat had been skinned and cut before being cooked in the fire.

Blake spoke up, saying he was surprised there were no bodies considering the state Athan was in, yet alive.

The monk spoke for the first time since the battle had ended and caused the other two men to jump, having not expected it.

"I don't like to kill, unless I absolutely have to. They were just hungry." His voice cracked as he coughed, talking hurt too much.

"Touche," Blake replied.

Athan proved time and time again that he was a good man. Blake was slowly getting over his guilt at what he had done at the monastery. He would never forget what he had done, or forgive himself for it, but Athan didn't made him feel guilty over it.

"I should take a look at those wounds, before infection sets in," Plymouth said now that everyone's attention was on the monk. Food was being prepared and fire provided heat and light.

"That won't be necessary, my friend, I stopped the bleeding before you returned, they're already healing and will be gone soon." It took him a lot longer to say that than he cared to admit.

His remark was met with curious looks by all, even by Amber, and he quickly added that it's a long story for another time. Hinting at Amber, hoping they'd understand, not in front of her. He didn't need her knowing his story. The conversation ended as the meat was passed around. Amber scooted closer to Athan. By now everyone was used to her behavior, as if she was smitten with him, hanging on his every word. So no one paid any heed to it as she moved close to him.

Athan had no intention of letting the Angha go to waste. They would eat their fill and save what they could of the rest. He would use the hide to patch up his robes -- he didn't need warmth in this humid climate so there was no sense in making a full set out of it. Perhaps some packs could be made with the rest, to hold the rest of the meat, if nothing else.

Blake and Plymouth were having their own discussion, on the other side of the fire. Neither one could see the lower bodies across the flames. Amber planned to take full advantage of that.

The monk was enjoying a bite of the meat, as he felt a hand on his upper thigh, he almost choked as his body jumped in reaction. Of course the knight had to choose that exact moment to ask him a question. He felt trapped, not able to push her hand away without causing a fuss. The last thing he wanted was to have them think he couldn't control the girl.

"Have you ever been to my homeland Athan?"

The monk coughed, clearing his throat as Amber squeezed his thigh. "No, can't say I've had the pleasure."

The last word came out as a croak, as Amber slid her hand into his lap, yet showed no sign of her mischief on her face. Athan felt like he couldn't move, amazed at how quickly his body reacted.

Blake started to describe his homeland with great pride. Athan tried to pay attention, he really did. But the hand had found its mark, his growing manhood. The instant her delicate finger enclosed around him, he lost all focus.

Before the knight could notice anything was amiss Amber spoke up, pulling all attention on her as she explained how everything in this world was exciting and new. She never spent any time where ever Meridiana came from, she literally was created recently. Every new sight was better than the last.

At the mention of her 'former' mistress, Amber applied more pressure, almost causing Athan to grunt out loud. She appraised him as he was able to hold it back, his breathing was picking up, and she had his complete attention while she distracted the others.

Blake loathed the girl but found himself unable to interrupt her. She continued to describe how she was a servant, unable to think for herself, until Athan had freed her. Her hand sped up into quick yet short strokes.

Athan was on edge, almost panting. He looked at her, pleading for her to stop yet seeing no way to stop her without causing a scene. His mind began to wander back to the succubus in his memory. She had been relentless, and a chill went up his spine as he recalled the unimaginable pleasure the demon had given him. It served to only heighten the pleasure Amber was giving him -- until he remembered the death he almost suffered. His resolve strengthened as he recalled the price for that pleasure. Amber felt the change in him, and allowed herself a smug smile. If she could break him with just her hand, all the fun would be lost, this would just be a tease.

Blake sensed his chance to get a word in, the moment she finished expressing how excited she was to see the jungles.

"We're almost there. Another day or so, if we travel all night. There are worse things out there in the long grass at night, but we can carry torches." He made a gesture that they need to get ready to go, they had work to do before they could get going.

Amber gave the monk a final long stroke before ending at his base. Two tight squeezes and a groan from Athan later, and she released him before Blake rose to his feet, no one suspected a thing.

In a way it was better leaving him on edge, without release. If she kept the pressure on him, sooner or later he wouldn't be able to resist. He let out a sigh of relief as she let go of his dick. He thought he had resisted and held on despite her efforts. The thought of stepping up her game and keeping him on edge thrilled her beyond belief. During the whole tease her lower body was tingling in anticipation. She was enjoying herself.

Before long they had made good use of the creature's fur and skin. The monk patched his robes and the other two made packs to hold extra meat, because there was a lot left over. Amber had been charged with using the bones and long grass along with scraps of fur to create the torches they would need. There were enough bones and grass to make three good torches.

The men said she would need one as well, but Amber refused, claiming that she didn't mind not having one.

Blake looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

They ended up having the knights in the lead, considering this was their land, or at least the borders to their land. Amber kept the middle, forcing Athan to follow her. His torch light flickered, highlighting her rear end. The whole night he walked stiff, with no idea how long they walked. The sky above them was pitch black, the long grass high above their heads.

The only thing he had to focus on was the last thing in this world he wanted to look at. That was, his mind didn't want to, but his body wanted nothing else. In fact, it wanted to see more than just her covered behind, hips swaying.

He was left with only his thoughts to keep him company and his head was spinning.

She knew the effect she was having on him, but the question on his mind was 'why?' What was in it for her? At the start her actions didn't affect him at all, but now she had shamelessly jerked him off in front of everyone. She got away with it too. They hadn't suspected a thing.

Hours went by with his vision filled with beautiful ass cheeks, somewhere along the way he stopped questioning it and just enjoyed the view. Up ahead the knights led the way, and hopefully they knew where they were going.

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Two animals crept onto the make-shift path, one of them with dried blood on its muzzle. It was the same two Angha that the monk had fought off. The one with dried blood had a crazed look in its eyes. It had tasted human flesh, and it wanted more. The other one, however, was more curious than hungry, yet it followed along nonetheless. With the scent fresh on its mind the blood crazed one charged off.

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Sir Blake had been leading the group for an unknown amount of time, the sun set and rose before he knew it. After hours upon hours walking through the long grass, he was beginning to think they were lost. Had he taken a wrong turn at some point and headed in another direction than south?