Lilitu- The Memoirs of a Succubus by Jonathan Fortin

Author:Jonathan Fortin [Fortin, Jonathan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: epub, QuarkXPress, ebook
Publisher: Crystal Lake Publishing
Published: 2020-03-26T22:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

The Sea of Needles

Salem was arched over a Viscera Sister. The other two knelt on the bed at either side of him, rubbing against his arms. I wanted to kill them then and there, but I’d lost my weapon. If I tried killing them with my bare hands, Salem would probably pummel me to death.

He grunted, his body tensing as it always did when he climaxed. The Sister beneath him let out a warped, inhuman scream. She arched her back, her pitch-black eyes wide open, her deformed breasts thrown out. Then she fell backwards again, her expression hollow. She did not move again.

Salem became still, his eyes widening. “She’s . . . dead?” His voice was hollow.

“A necessary price for the transfer of power,” said the Sister to his right. She licked his ear.

“I don’t understand,” said Salem, exhaling between his words. “You know you will die if I claim you, yet you seek me out?”

“We live to give power to the strongest,” moaned the Sister to his right. “To you, my Visceral Demon . . . ”

“I did not expect her to die. And the changes to this place . . . quite severe.” Salem looked around at the thorns on the walls. “All from just one. Just the first . . . ”

“She’s prehee even in death,” said the Sister to his left.

It deeply disturbed me, the idea of these women existing only for Salem’s benefit. They had no concern for their own lives. What manner of milk could create such appallingly servile creatures?

“It’s so hard to smell here,” said Salem. “So many different scents . . . ”

“Prehee scents, for a prehee man,” said the Sister to his left.

“Look at me, Vera.” Salem turned to her. The other did not seem offended; she merely rubbed her body against his back, and wrapped her arms around him. One arm was longer than the other.

Vera was the most even of the Sisters. Her arms and legs were of average human size and shape, and were uniform in length. Her back curved like a violin; indeed, had I seen her from behind, I would have presumed her to be very attractive. She was the one who smelled most intensely of candy-sweet syrup.

Salem seemed to feel a strange attraction to the woman. He ran his hand down the side of her scalp, and from the white skin sprouted long threads of crimson hair. I shivered, but Vera squealed in delight, stroking her new hair and saying, “Thank you, thank you! I love it!”

“Was that little taste of power enough?” said the Sister with the mismatched arms. “Please, my love, embrace me. Save Vera for last.”

“Of course, Marcella,” said Salem. “After I take you, I’ll be able to gain power from a familiar, yes?”

“Why just one familiar?” said Marcella. “Why not hundreds? Thousands?” She caressed his chest. “Why not an army? Or would that be . . . uncivil?”

“Uncivil?” Salem repeated. With a drunk-sounding laugh, he pinned Marcella to the bed.

Vera’s fully-black eyes drifted to my direction.

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