Deception of the Demon Girl

by Eddie R. Hicks

  And waited.

  The next day my phone rang, the caller display showing the number of the Mancini residence.

  “Hello, is this Doctor Lim?” Francesca’s voice asked.

  Gotcha. “Why yes, it is,” I said, imitating Lim’s voice. “How may I help you?”

  “My husband and I are having … problems. Got a few minutes?”

  “Of course, tell me all about it, and I’ll let you know how my service works.”

  I showed up to the Mancini residence wearing a black wig, dressed all business casual like Grace Lim to the best of my ability, and caking on a lot of makeup that matched hers. The front door opened after the ring of the doorbell, Francesca stood ahead of me, inviting me into their place. She looked a lot like her daughter Alice, right down to her legs that went on for days.

  Before Francesca could say more, my succubus lure talent kicked in. I had no idea what a sex therapist did and didn’t give a fuck. I needed in under my new cover, this was the residence to a powerful fae family, and therefore enemy territory. As for my inner succubus? She wanted to be let out for a meal. So, I did just that, gently pulling Francesca toward me, planting my lips over hers. She didn’t pull away. The lust that erupted between the two of us was powerful, as her hands slipped into my panties and found my clit.

  “Forget everything we spoke about on the phone,” I whispered to her.

  Francesca smirked. “We spoke on the phone?”

  “Good girl.”

  She called her husband Lorenzo over. The sucker walked right into my lure. Interesting enough, not all fae resisted me, either that or it’s a special ability they had, one neither of the two had been using. Either way, these two were under my control and didn’t object when I stripped out of my outfit, right down to my bra, panties, garter belt, and white stockings. None of the two commented on my Yakuza body suit tattoos.

  “Now,” I said, placing my hands on my hips. “Who’s ready for some therapy?”

  A kiss on Lorenzo’s lips was all it took for him to drop his pants and make his wife jealous. His hard cock came into my hands, I couldn’t remember if I grabbed it or he placed it there, and honestly? I didn’t give a fuck. Just like Giovanni, he was a grower and expanded in size with each stroke I made.

  We shared another kiss as I stood there stroking him. Francesca butted in wanting to share the action, worried that the succubus queen of New York was going to take her husband. Don’t worry my little fae, I haven’t had a woman in ages. I had big plans for Francesca.

  Lorenzo wanted another kiss when my focus shifted to his wife, cupping her face, locking her lips with mine, and exploring the inside of her mouth with my tongue. They both wanted me. I was a figure to be worshiped and lusted for.

  We made it as far as the living room as the clothes came off, commencing our threesome, AKA I needed a lot of Lux energy from these two. That meant I had to keep focused and make sure Lorenzo released with me, and not her. After that, my attention was going to be on Francesca until she was tapped out. So, as you could imagine, when he chose to thrust into his wife over me, I got worried. As much as I enjoyed Francesca’s lips pressing against my pussy lips, I needed him in me first.

  My wings grew out from my back not that they took notice, my charm’s effect was strong. My eyes began to glow and the Reika from earlier was changed again. I laid my body over top Francesca’s, holding her hands, while our nipples met with each other. The kiss I gave her made her body quiver and shake, just enough to make her husband slip out of her.

  That’s when I gave my ass a quick shake raising it high up as I could. He had two women to select from that he could fuck, one stacked over the other. I had to make sure I was the one in his recent thoughts. He got the message and gave it to me, penetrating me deep, real deep, right where I needed him for now.

  It was a domino effect after that.

  I came first, my body quaking with orgasmic jolts, wreaked havoc on my ability to speak correctly. My toes curled up, and my hands’ holding Francesca’s squeezed hard. The act got Lorenzo all hot because his cock exploded afterward, and my succubus half did the rest, consuming a large bite of his aroused fae soul.

  I waited for what came next as he fell off the couch, onto the floor. Was he dead or tired?

  Lorenzo’s chest was still moving up and down when I looked down at him. It seems he was just winded. My theory was right, and the mystery of Donovan’s possession was solved. The side effects of the Umbral pills did it, enchanting a succubus power during sex.

  Since Lorenzo didn’t die, Francesca was next. I buried my face between her legs and found the spot with my fingers and tongue that made her squeal with ecstasy. I didn’t stop when I went to town on her or come up for air. With every orgasm she had, I devoured bits of her aroused soul away. It was like having a large bottle of water, you could sip it until it was finished, or you could chug it with one gulp.

  When I was done, the two fae lay motionless, Francesca on the couch, Lorenzo on the floor next to it. My wet fingers checked their pulses, the rapidly moving thumps I felt confirmed they were still alive. My wings had disintegrated again when their Lux energy was absorbed into my body. There were no signs of Umbral energy in me at all, which meant my lure wasn’t active. I wouldn’t be able to charm them again, should its magical effects fade. I needed to not be in the house when they came to their senses.

  It was a shame really. I was alone in a large house that belonged to a couple possessed by the fae. Who knew what secrets were in their garage and basement, other than the seeds needed to plant the Lux flowers? If I wasn’t needed in Central Park ASAP, I’d stick around and find out.

  I got dressed, then waved goodbye to my two fae companions, blowing them a kiss each. I entered their home as a half-succubus, now, I’m leaving as a fake fae, ready to deceive the barrier over Central Park.

  And judging by the grins the fae couple shared with each other, it’s safe to say I helped them with their marriage too. This was a win-win.

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Belyana, Gabe, and Charles looked me up and down. We gathered together in Charles’ living room. I wasn’t sure what was going through Gabe’s still face, but Charles and Belyana both looked at me with gleeful wide eyes.

  “What do you think?” I asked them while flaunting my body … which didn’t change at all physically, but it felt nice to do it anyways.

  “Amazing, Reika,” Charles said, his hands reaching up to adjust his glasses. “This might work.”

  “Are you sure?” Gabe asked him.

  “She’s brimming with Lux energy, Gabe,” he replied. “There’s enough that it’s suppressing all of her Umbral. She could pass herself off as a fae if she moves quickly. The effect is decaying.”

  I moved closer to Gabe nodding to him. “Did you bring it?”

  Gabe grabbed a duffle bag off the couch, zipping it open. He pulled out an FBI jacket, cap, and ID, throwing it all at me. “It wasn’t easy to get,” he said as I caught the items. “Don’t fuck this up; my job is on the line here.”

  “Like I said to Belyana,” I said, giving the apparel in my hands a quick look. “If I fuck up, we’re all doomed anyway.”

  Charles looked shocked, looking at the FBI get up now in my hands, then back at Gabe. “Gabe, how did you—”

  “Let’s not talk about it,” he said, cutting him off. “Fae and FBI alliance is a thing … I knew someone that could help out.”

  “Let’s do this,” I said, moving to the washroom to get changed. “Belyana, keep searching that book. If I don’t make it out of the park in time, it’s going to be up to you to summon something that can get me and Emily.”

  A pair of shades over my eyes and a cute short-haired brunette wig completed my new look. Gabe drove me back to Central Park in his car, and as far as everyone was concerned, when I stepped out, I was just some female FBI agent coming back from a lunch break with Detective Wilson from the NYPD paranormal investigation team. Nothing to see here folks, m
ove along.

  I’m not going to lie, I really liked the new look I had, FBI hat, jacket, pants, and pistol at my side. Maybe when this is all done and the fae influence is out, I’ll apply for a job. They could use someone like me on their paranormal team.

  I was able to freely walk past other agents at the barricade, I was one of them. As long as I kept my face away from others, I should be good. The last thing I want is someone asking me a question, or to help them with something. I knew fuck all of what the FBI did for paranormal stuff like this, especially if they were in bed with the fae.

  A bit of anxiety hit my gut when I stood at the barrier and was one step away from crossing into Central Park. I got knocked the fuck out the last time I tried this despite having a little bit of Lux energy in me. Now, I had almost two souls’ worth of Lux in me, was it enough? Or did I need more? My succubus half was okay with the idea of needing more, my other half? Not so much. I wasted enough time already stalking and fucking the Mancinis. The time to act was now.

  Deep breathing quelled the jittering nerves, and I took the plunge, stepping through the barrier. I felt something hit me, a strange tingling sensation and pain in my ribs, like some force was trying to rip out something in me, probably the Umbral within me that was suppressed by my Lux. I didn’t get knocked out, however, and kept moving forward, the Lux energy in me tricked the barrier into thinking I was a fae.

  It felt like I stepped into another world.

  The air in the park was humid, worse than a muggy hot summer day, and sure as fuck warmer than the cold November air outside in the city. The plant life in the park was changing, colorful tentacles grew out from the grass, and long thorny vines emerged in other areas. The Lux flowers had grown taller than people and blossomed a good seventy inches in diameter. Needless to say, this wasn’t going to be a walk in the park, (get it? Park?) This was a walk through someone’s acid-tripping dreams, and even the sky, looking up, was decorated with trippy rainbow colors, it looked like the barrier that I had just walked through, behind me.

  Mandragora patrolled next to the bike paths, their vines were wrapped around dozens of zombies, spewing soil from their mouths. The missing people of the city I figured. Elsewhere I saw mindless humans march toward trees whose branches moved like they were alive.

  Some of those trees opened up, right down the middle, and out from those openings came Dryads. Some Dryads were male others female, none of them wore any clothing unless the vines and blossoming flowers growing off their green skin counted as that while hundreds of strange yellow and green glowing fireflies fluttered about.

  FBI personnel guided the mindless wandering humans to various other living trees like they were sheep, and FBI were the shepherds. There weren’t as many FBI inside as I thought, my guess was only a few had been possessed by the fae, and the rest outside the park were regular agents, oblivious to the lies they’ve been fed. Hell, with all the fucking cover-ups I’ve seen over the last year, I wouldn’t be surprised if it was these possessed agents that were behind it. After all, Gabe did say the fae have been living in the city long before Lucifer and Schubert started fucking around.

  It gave me a bit of encouragement. Going to war with demons and the fae was bad enough, knowing that I didn’t have to add the whole FBI to that list was nice. I just needed a way to shut this shit down, rescue the missing people of the city, and get the truth out.

  Easier said than done.

  I got to witness firsthand what the fae was doing with the missing people. I hid behind a park bench, they were front row seats to some fucked up shit. Turns out not all the living trees had Dryad living in them. I saw three trees open their trunks up, vines sprouted out from them, grabbing a hold of the mindless humans the FBI fae offered to them. Said humans were pulled inside by force, they didn’t scream fight or protest. The spores from the flowers they got mailed were probably the reason for that.

  The vines working like tentacles stuffed their captured humans inside the living tree trunks and then shut. The process repeated with the two other trees, and after ten minutes, the trees opened up again, the person that came out wasn’t the human that went it. The person that came out was a nude Dryad, with branches and leaves for hair and jungle vines wrapping around their body.

  The living trees were the one half of the Dryad’s existence, their human hosts were the second half. This is what Alice meant about the dual existence bullshit. She must have been the first to get converted. Everything was starting to make sense, except the fact that Alice was a fae to start with. Why would the Dryad do that to one of their own? Humans I could see, as it’s clear they’re doing this to build an army right here in the city—

  Fuck me. That’s what this park had become. A war factory and humans were the primary ingredients, the flowers produced in the greenhouse was the second. And the FBI was helping them make it so. I wouldn’t be surprised if the mysterious woman that suckered Alice and Giovanni into this was an agent that knew about their family and the stuff they brought from their world.

  I left the horror show after that. There was nothing I could do, being one person with access to fae talents I knew little of. I spent the remainder of the day searching for a lost tabby cat, telling myself if I did see it lying still, that it was probably just sleeping. Because who would kill a cute kitty? Even if they stepped into a place like this.

  No such luck with that. If Emily was alive, I hope she did the smart thing and stay as a cat. If the Dryads were willing to convert fae, like Alice, into their own, what would stop them from doing the same to a Bakeneko? Emily was a Yōkai, and technically wasn’t a full-fledged member of the Umbral club.

  Hours had passed while I explored the converted park, avoiding patrolling Mandragora and their captured zombies. I came to stop at a bronze statue of Alice from Alice in Wonderland, surrounded by another statue of the Mad Hatter and White Rabbit. The irony of it all, I felt like the Lewis Carroll Alice at that point: lost, having wandered into a magical realm I knew little of.

  I sat for a moment having been on my feet too long. My break lasted a whole two minutes when I heard footsteps behind me. I got up real quick, reaching for my pistol, taking aim at the person who had been watching me the whole time.

  It was Alice, and she was looking a lot less green from our last encounter, though she was still naked.

  “Welcome to our little home away from home,” Alice said with her arms open in greeting.

  I wasn’t sure if she was here to greet me or tell me she knew I slept with her brother and killed him with the best sex of his life.

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Ten seconds came and went without any acts of violence, raging, finger pointing, or calling me out for being a fake FBI agent. Alice wasn’t here to start shit. She was here to talk in secret. Maybe explain why she didn’t look like a Dryad, yet still dresses like one, as in, didn’t wear anything at all.

  “Wasn’t expecting to get help,” she said, looking left to right, searching for unwanted ears. Just us two gals here. “But I’ll take it.”

  “Didn’t come here to help you run this freak show,” I said.

  “Reika, I ain’t part of this shit.”

  “Yeah, and I don’t have a potty mouth,” my sarcastic voice spat.

  “The Dryad that was in me is sleepin’,” Alice said. “This is just regular old me.”

  “I’ve heard this story before.”

  I offered Alice the FBI jacket I had on. While the air was a lot warmer inside the park compared to the rest of the city, I’d imagine even she would feel a bit chilly with nothing else on. We both sat next to the bronze Alice in Wonderland statue. She was cross-legged with her hands folded covering the fold between her legs, it was the best she could cover herself up at that point.

  “I take it you saw what the fae are doing with the missing people?” she asked.

  I nodded while thinking back to the hordes of creepy trees Mandragora, Dryad, and FBI possessed fae processing civilians like they wer
e cattle. “Yep, that shit was fucked.”

  “Those people aren’t possessed the way you think, the ones that come out from the trees,” she said. “The Dryad shares their bodies with their hosts. Their minds and thoughts join to form one symbiotic force.”

  “Pretty sure you said something like that back at the club.”

  “I wasn’t completely myself back then, don’t remember all the details.”

  I gave her a quick tap on her arm. “How come you ain’t green anymore?”

  Alice looked at her hands and arms, baring her natural skin tone. “My Dryad’s tree’s asleep, my body is entirely mine to control again.”

  “Aren’t you fae already? Why would a Dryad possess someone else from the Lux?”

  “Turns out some of the plants I was tending to at the greenhouse were the Dryad trees in a young form,” she explained, looking to the sky shimmering with Lux energy. “It needed a host to start this, anyone, it didn’t care who. So, it took me.”

  Everything was starting to look a whole lot clearer. Her brother got suckered into giving her the Lux plants and flowers and she got suckered into becoming possessed victim number one of the Dryad and worked to continue the plot. The fae was willing to possess their own to carry out their plot … someone like Alice, who already possessed a human host to start with. There must be two groups of the fae then, the ones that want war and the ones like Alice and her family, who were living in secret with the population of New York.

  “What’s the deal with the FBI?” I asked her. “Are they with the fae too?”

  “A lot of them have been possessed by the fae like me,” she said. “The way we possess a host works just like demons, the host’s will and thoughts are overwritten.”

  “Okay so, when you get possessed by a normal fae, then the situation isn’t that different from getting possessed by a demon,” I said, trying to make sense of it all. “But, if you get taken by a Dryad tree, then you share everything with it as long as it’s awake. Then why don’t people run when their Dryad possessor goes to sleep?”