Super Succubus - Chapter 2

CHAPTER 2

“I never knew succubi could fly in the mortal realm!” came a voice from across the room, causing the floating woman to startle, her shapely calves finding no purchase as they kicked.

“And you don’t even have any wings!”

The raven-haired woman craned her neck to see an amorphous figure of swirling crimson and shadow just inside her front door. Her wide eyes narrowed as she recognized the figure.

It was another demon. And by the looks of its small, energetically swirling pattern, an imp.

The sexy brunette reached a bare toe to the bed, using its tip to turn her body from horizontal to vertical even as she willed herself to descend from her airborne position. She cast a sidelong glance at the exhausted male form on the bed, her delicate features relaxing as if thankful that the man she’s just had sex with appeared to have fallen asleep. The imp wasn’t particularly surprised. Not after all that grunting and screaming he’d done. Mortals didn’t possess much stamina, after all. And a succubus could tax even the fittest of them beyond their normal limits. At least, when it came to sex.

The voluptuous woman landed gracefully on the floor with the soft touch of toes followed by the light smack of bare heel to tile. She pressed the fingertips of one hand to the mattress, probably to steady herself.

The imp approached her, confidently striding toward the edge of the bed to pick up the slumbering superhero. It snaked both arms around his slumbering chest, then pulled him from the bed. The imp dragged the muscular man to the front door, dumping him outside before slamming the door shut.

The succubus placed her hands on her hips as the imp dusted off its hazy hands, the door shuddering behind it.

“So what are you doing here, imp?” the succubus demanded, her eyes stern, posture vaguely threatening.

“Well, duh,” the imp replied, unconcerned. “I’ve obviously come to see you!”

“Me?! Why?” demanded the sexy demoness, nonplussed by the newcomer’s disrespectful demeanor but obviously curious. Most likely, the beautiful demon had experience dealing with imp-kind in the past. That was unfortunate, the imp thought. Most didn’t take too kindly to subsequent visits from guests of the impish variety after the first encounter. As trickster demons, they tended to wear out their welcome rather quickly.

“Lord Malefactory assigned me to you for training,” the imp replied, its eyes studying the succubus’ face for her reaction to that one.

“He what?” the succubus demanded, her voice instantly taking on an outraged tone, the power of its raspy vibrations rattling everything in the room. Well, that was different too. Most succubi couldn’t do that either. The imp was growing curious as to the full extent of the succubus’ unusual abilities. How had she developed them?

“He said you hadn’t been adhering to your assigned teaching schedule. Said you hadn’t taught another demon about the mortal realm in a good millennium.” The imp considered. “Well, actually, his exact words were, “That fucking bitch had better—”

“Yes, yes, I get the picture,” interrupted the succubus, rolling her eyes as she began to pace. “No need to get into the particulars of what that stodgy fool says about me. You’d think he’d be more grateful after all that I’ve done for the bastard.”

“So is it true?” asked the imp. “You’ve really been on earth for that long?”

The succubus didn’t reply verbally, but her look of dismissive annoyance was enough for the imp to know it was probably true.

“That’s great!” said the imp, greedily rubbing its hands together. “I couldn’t ask for a better teacher! But how have you evaded the angels for so long? Those fuckers hunt our kind incessantly, don’t they?”

The succubus laughed, her lush mane of black silk billowing behind her as she threw her head back. “Angels are almost as stupid as men. They’re powerful, yes. And dangerous. But they are just as easy to fool.”

“Really?” said the imp, incredulous. The demon had never before been to the mortal realm, but the word in hell was that angels were extremely difficult to elude. Of course, those he had spoken to had been the ones that had been caught and banished from earth for all eternity by the heavenly host.

No demons stuck around hell unless they were unable to travel to the mortal realm any longer due to angelic banishment. Technically, by the exact terms of the treaty, demons weren’t allowed on earth, except under very strict conditions that were so rare as to be virtually impossible to meet. And angels always sought to enforce that treaty, nitpicky little bastards that they were. Demons almost never had a legitimate reason for being in this plane of existence, but that hardly stopped them from coming. The only alternative was hell, and that place was honestly a real shithole. Millions of years of demonic rule really made for some terrible working conditions.

The imp had no idea how many demons were actually on earth. Or in hell for that matter. It was only about 100 years old, pretty much an infant in celestial terms. But Lord Malefactory had pressed the youngest member of his horde into service to investigate a recent phenomenon on the planet...

...superpowered humans.

The unusually powerful little freaks had begun to pop up a few years earlier, and no one knew exactly why. So the imp had been tasked to find out.

“Are you going to teach me how to evade angels?” the imp said hopefully.

The succubus stopped pacing for a moment to turn her dark, gorgeous eyes toward the newcomer to pierce it with an intense glare. “No,” she said simply, crossing her arms under  perfect breasts.

“But—?” the imp objected, not expecting this response. No one disobeyed Lord Malefactory. He was one of the most powerful archdemons in all of hell, a lieutenant of Lucifer himself!

“You may go now,” said the succubus, extending a manicured hand to show the young imp the door.

“But I’m supposed to train with you!”

“Go back to hell before you’re caught by the angels. Running around in your demon form, you’re practically begging to be nabbed by the white wings! What are you 1,000? 2,000? You’re a baby! Completely unprepared for an assignment like this.”

“I’m 10,000!” the imp lied, settling for a still-youthful age that the succubus might actually believe.

“Okay, so a child, then. What’s the difference? You’re still far too young for this assignment,” the succubus sneered. “Go back to hell before you get yourself banished or killed.”

“But if I go back, I will be killed!” the imp objected. “Lord Malefactory might accept failure, but he will never accept cowardice.”

The imp wasn’t certain whether that was the truth. But it could be.

The succubus considered the imp’s words, grudgingly seeming to acknowledge its point. Shit. The sexy demoness had recognized the truth in his statement, and that wasn’t good. Not at all. So Malefactory would kill it if it came home empty-handed? A shiver jagged down its smoky spine. The imp really needed this succubus’ help now. It hadn’t fully recognized the stakes until now.

The imp swallowed hard, the crimson swirls within its misty body accelerating with its nervousness. The young demon was now distinctly less thrilled at having been given this assignment. It had to worry about both death by angel and death by demon now. The chances that it would come out of this mission alive were beginning to look dismally bleak.

“Okay, I’ll show you how to form a body. Maybe teach you the lay of the land for a couple of days, then you’re on your own.”

The imp saw something strange in the sexy demoness’ eyes as she gave in to its request. Something it wasn’t familiar with. It was a soft sort of emotion. Kinda squishy, it supposed. Was that the empathy thing that mortals sometimes felt? The imp had read about such emotions, but never before had he seen a demon exhibit them. It was kind of gross. Was that what happened to demons when they’d been on earth for as long as this one had?

Ew.

But if it worked to the imp’s advantage, so much the better. It wasn’t above using even disgusting emotions like empathy to its advantage. This mortal-corrupted succubus could be as much like he-whose-name-shouldn’t-be-spoken-in-hell as she wanted to, it supposed, if it meant improving its own odds of survival.

“Okay, so where do I start?” asked the imp, seizing on the opportunity to gain some knowledge from the ancient succubus.

The succubus smiled, walking languidly toward it, her elegant hips shifting in a sensual strut. That body of hers seemed to make everything look sexy. But the imp wasn’t altogether surprised. Succubi only had one mode, and sultry temptation was it. She reached a hand to its nebulous face and stroked its cheek area with the back of her perfect fingernails.

“With a body,” she said in a sultry voice, her eyes glimmering with amusement. “Without one, the angels will spot you from a continent away.”

The imp shivered under the power of the succubus’ voice, something that had never happened to it before—even in the presence of other succubi. Strange. Something about her voice was clearly unusual. And her ability to fly. Only in hell, where they could manifest wings were demons supposed to be able to fly. The imp had never heard of a demon managing it in the mortal realm.

The imp would have to ask her about her unusual powers at some point. But not now. Only after it had taken advantage of the demoness’ body-creation knowledge. Especially if what she said about angels spotting unbottled demons were true. And this demoness seemed to know what she was doing. Her mortal form did look rather pleasing to the eye.

“Okay, so how do I make one of those body things?” the imp said impatiently.

The succubus’ plump lips parted in a breathtaking smile.

“I’ll show you.”