The Concubine Vol 1-3: An Erotic series of Monster Domination

by Wade, Vixen

  She ran, breaking tight around the fountain. She dropped the stone. She didn't need the weight and replacements lay everywhere. She pushed her legs harder, cutting sharp toward the center of the three wide avenues running off the plaza.

  Once down a thoroughfare she'd pick a side street or alley to dart in.

  She breathed smoothly. She was in fine shape and she felt she could run a hard pace for miles if needed. High on mainlining a soul, and empowered by her Mark, she felt machine-like.

  The avenue ran straight as a compass azimuth through endless ravines of leaning ruins and puddle-choked courtyards. The sense of history about the place was as appalling as it was ancient. The very eternal, timeless, mien of the structures frightened.

  It had stood for centuries, for millennium, and the lives of untold human beings had risen and fallen within its Cyclopean structures. It held no pity for something as brief and transitory as human life.

  High ground, she thought.

  It was vital. The lessons of jungle cats jumped foremost to mind. Again she caught motion out the side of her vision and turned to see a ragged banner of shadow pass by the edge of a room above her path. The movement flashed too quickly to determine anything more than a vague impression of humanoid outline.

  She looked up, trying to grasp some sense of perspective amid the waste. She hurdled a broken pillar, landed and slid over the ridge of a toppled column at a dead sprint. She was warmer now but her feet were bruised and bleeding from the broken pavement.

  Ahead, beyond an ocean of low roofs framed by taller buildings, she saw the sinister outline of a palace. Dark spires stretched toward a gray sky in skeletal fingers. It seemed distant enough for it to take days to traverse the ruin. She needed something closer.

  Panting, she cast about. Operating blindly, on the verge of panic, she spun on the ball of her foot and plunged into the narrow run between wildly canted towers. Behind her a whistle rang out, shrill and sharp.

  It was answered.

  Reaching the end of the alleyway where it opened on a secondary street, she looked around. To her right the lane widened where a tower of polished obsidian commanded the approach. A line of single stone steps wound around the top of the citadel to a doorway set in massive basalt blocks.

  It was as good as any other place, she realized. Wild, maniacal laughter emerged from the shadows of a low doorway across from him. They were on three sides now.

  She squatted down, snatched up another stone and winged it across the street into the doorway, cutting the crazed cackling short. She snarled with grim satisfaction then sprinted toward the citadel, her stride long and confident.

  Her foot struck a slimy puddle and plunged into an uneven hole. Her ankle bent like a hinge clasp and she went down hard, hissing at the pain. Her knees and the palms of her hands struck the slick stone, scrapping flesh and leaving blotches of bright blood.

  She pushed up immediately, operating on instinct, then almost went down again as her injured ankle buckled. She staggered and stumbled forward, pushing past the hurt, casting looks over her shoulder. Seeing nothing, she gritted her teeth and turned back toward the tower.

  The child stood in the avenue.

  Veronica stopped, panting hard, as a wall of terror rolled into her. The child was small, almost skeletal thin, skin fish-belly white, hair so black it sucked the light around it. Scraps of rags hung off the figure’s bony frame as it stood, staring at the ground. Steam rose in streaming vapors off Veronica and her breath clouded silver in front of her face. Her teeth started chattering hard, beyond her ability to control, as cold and adrenaline mixed in powerful cocktail.

  The sweat on her skin began congealing in frigid rime on her body. Tears built up behind her eyes, threatening to spill out.

  Slowly the child lifted its head.

  She still couldn't tell if she was seeing a boy or a girl; the features were too delicate and sharp, the body too emaciated. Thick, black tendrils of hair framed the face like theater curtains. There was a sliver of nose, slash of mouth and eyes so big and dark Veronica felt like she was tumbling down into them.

  The darkness in the eyes was complete and total between the lids, too deep, too severe to be possible. Somewhere in the back of Veronica’s nearly frozen mind a voice was yelling the word demonic over and over again. She stood rooted to the spot like a bird before a coiled snake.

  The child opened its mouth revealing black teeth and purple gums. Wider and wider the orifice stretched until she was sure the jaw was unhinged. A shrieking wail blasted out in a rush and filled her head, filled the street, filled the city, filled the sky.

  The note pierced, machete sharp, utterly relentless. Veronica screamed in agony but the sound was lost in the vast echoing cacophony. Her skull felt near exploding and she grabbed it hard with both hands, dropping to her knees.

  Twisting her head, she looked at the screaming child, eyes bulging in shock. The child's skin had faded into translucence, revealing a blackened skeleton. The dark eyes became the black pits of a grinning skull. Then the bones twisted into blackened mist.

  Putting a hand on the ground, Veronica tried dragging her gaze away from the horror but her eyes remained pinned to the apparition. Suddenly exploding toward her in a gust of foul wind, the screaming skeletal face rushed in, filling her vision until it blocked everything out.

  A bitterly frigid cyclone struck her and ran through her like a saber. She gagged as she slumped to the ground. Her heart lurched and she thought for a wild, crazy moment that it was going to rip free.

  The Sleeper sleeps and dreams of being Awake, the Crawling Chaos comes, save us

  The words formed themselves as thoughts in her head, even as she felt something tear inside her mind and tasted the slick, hot rush of blood down her throat.

  The message was diamond hard and impossible to ignore. She didn’t understand what it meant as it branded deep into her psyche. She must fight.

  Abruptly as it began it ceased. The stillness, the quiet, was overwhelming; the only sound she heard was her own ragged breathing. She knew she should worry about whatever was following her, but the ghost had taken everything out of her.

  She pitched forward onto the wet cobblestone.

  Her face pressed hard against slimy ground, her head spinning. She turned and retched onto the stone. She wanted to live. Even after all this strangeness, this inexplicable terror and impossibility, her basic urge to survive was stronger by far than her disbelief.

  What was happening wasn't just inexplicable, it was impossible, but if she didn't accept it she knew for sure it would kill her. The idea of dying without solving the mystery was utterly unacceptable, even if curiosity in the face of such lethality was ridiculous.

  Gritting her teeth, Veronica pushed herself up, forcing the fear from her mind to fuel her body. It was an old trick and it rarely failed, but she was exhausted and confused and, despite her mad sprint, her body, under supernatural attack, felt her temperature drop, eroding her heat, leeching her life.

  She made it to hands and knees, looking over her shoulder. She saw nothing but the endless ruin. She wanted nothing more than to huddle up and shut her mind down from the horror she'd just experienced, but she couldn't stay still, couldn't indulge fear. Something was chasing her; she needed high ground and a wall to her back.

  She rose, still panting. She needed shelter or warmth, and soon. Hypothermia was potentially her greatest enemy, and one she couldn't outrun or hide from. No matter where she went in this place it would find her.

  She turned toward the citadel.

  As carefully as she could on her injured ankle, she moved. She didn't know if the ghost had frightened away her pursuers but she didn't sense them close now. Her eyes scanned rooftops and doorways, seeking motion.

  She was shivering hard by the time she reached the tower. Her teeth chattered uncontrollably, her skin was splotched blue and it was difficult to even stagger.

  She put a foot on the stair and looked back.
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br />   Red-eyed and snarling, the thing crept toward her. Adrenaline greased her stomach as she blanched. Horned and bat-winged, the green-skinned demon whipped its tail, stalking forward on all fours, belly close to the ground.

  "No."

  The demon grinned in response, revealing double rows of needle-like teeth in black gums. Its eyes were onyx marbles and its nostrils the slits of a serpent. Veronica climbed the steps backwards, hardly aware of her action as she retreated up the cracked and crumbling staircase.

  The predator scuttled forward, grim claws clicking on the cobblestone and rubble. It watched the trembling human, with an hypnotic gaze, eyes so deep and red that looking into them was like falling into hell.

  "Stay back!" Veronica shouted.

  Instead, the thing coiled and exploded into motion, leaping forward like a hound on the chase. It covered ground amazingly fast. Veronica shrieked and spun, saw she'd made it halfway up the citadel. She ran flat out, legs driving hard as she bounded up the steps toward the door at the top.

  She didn't pause to think about what would happen if the door wouldn‘t open; she simply fled. She heard bestial snarling just below her, the scratch of talon on stone. She stumbled over loose bits of masonry and, without thinking, scooped one up in both hands.

  She spun, lifting the rough block over her head and hurtled it down at the demon. It screamed in outrage at the counterattack and dodged against the curved wall of the tower. The space was too narrow and a piece of the missile clipped its shoulder with a crunch like wood snapping.

  It screeched in pain, holding its arm tight against its body. The hit had torn flesh open and blood ran in thick rivulets down the limb as it flexed leathery wings to balance. Veronica scrambled further up the staircase, with it close behind.

  Reaching the top in a hand-over-hand scramble, she jumped onto the small landing at the door. She took in the entrance in at a glance, noting the heavy wooden structure reinforced with brass hinges and iron lock housing.

  Its wood rotting, the door hung from a single rusty hinge, fallen into disrepair eons ago. Veronica lowered a shoulder and drove into the barrier. Wood splintered and she fell forward.

  Behind her the demon lunged off the stairs, good arm swinging wide in a deadly pendulum. Filthy, ragged claws sharp as glass shards caught Veronica across the back of her calf and she hissed at the quick, hot pain. She plunged into Stygian darkness.

  Behind her the Hunting Horror shrieked as it followed. Veronica struggled to her feet, throwing herself forward, just escaping the swiping claws of the beast's strike. Her feet tangled up and she tripped. As she went down, it was on her.

  It pinned her naked flesh to the ground. And laughed.

  Narlathotep slowly rose back up he gave Veronica a direct order.

  "Get on your knees" he said.

  Veronica, rubbing the water out of her eyes, quickly obeyed. Slowly crawling up to her knees, she noticed Narlathotep' thick cock at full attention.

  "Grab it." Narlathotep instructed.

  Veronica could do nothing but comply, noticing as she wrapped her fingers around his cock, the feeling of it throbbing hard.

  "Stroke it." Narlathotep commanded.

  Veronica, looking up at Narlathotep, slowly started to stroke his cock, then looking at her actions noticed her hand was only taking up half of Narlathotep cock, and begin to reach up with her other hand to cover the whole shaft.

  Narlathotep seeing this, grabbed her other hand and said "No", pushing it away at the same time.

  Veronica, confused, was not ready when Narlathotep instructed her to open her mouth. seeing her disobey his order, he grabbed Veronica's hair, snarling "Open your mouth."

  Veronica, startled back to her task at hand began opening her mouth. Narlathotep's cock thrust in, forcing it to open faster. As she had half of him in her mouth, and the other half in her hand, she looked up. "Suck it and stroke it" he said, still holding on tight to her hair.

  She wrapped her lips around his cock, and slowly got into a rhythm of stroking while sucking hard on his outstretched demon dick.

  She glanced up at Narlathotep as she worked her task, noticing the slit-eyed look of ecstasy contorting the demonic face. Along with Narlathotep's look of pleasure, Veronica, still in shock, was brought back to her own body, realizing how wet her pussy was, once again, to the point of running down her leg.

  My cunt is hungry for soul, she realized.

  Narlathotep, grunting, obviously getting to the point of no return, stopped Veronica with a slap to the top of her head, and pulled her to her feet. He grabbed her ass, lifting her up on the an ancient plinth.

  Fangs showing, Narlathotep ordered, "Spread your legs, and spread your pussy, human thing."

  Veronica spread her legs, and reaching down with her left hand, spread her pussy wide. Exposed and vulnerable, she looked up at Narlathotep and asked, voice meek, "Like this?"

  Narlathotep looked down at her soaking pussy, rubbing his cock. He snarled, low in his throat and rustled his wings.

  In the next instant he stepped forward and pushed his cockhead into opening, parting the labia like curtains. The demon looked Veronica in the eyes. “When I’m done fucking you,” it promised, “I’ll wear your skin for a belt.”

  Eyes still locked on hers, he thrust with his whole body deep inside her, pushing her ass across the top of the plinth. He didn't stop there; pulling completely out and leaving only the tip of his cock's head in, repeated the thrust, then again, over and over.

  Veronica, still in shock and unprepared for this sudden burst of energy, inhaled deeply, giving a small cry of pain at her sudden fullness. She grabbed the edge of the countertop and held on to the sudden assault. Narlathotep kept thrusting, her pussy flooding to grow wetter, easily more accepting of Narlathotep' large cock. Once again, as always, the feeling becoming more enjoyable.

  This was the work she was built for.

  Narlathotep, near his fill of her slit, noticed her response, and slowed. Her creamy pussy juice held the very thing he needed for his final act. He thrust in deep a final time, then slowly pulled his wet cock out and took a step back.

  Veronica startled at his sudden stop, one or two more thrusts away from his cock throwing her over the edge to an orgasm she hadn't realized she wanted. The beast growled. "Don't worry I'm not through with you yet, little lamb."

  He lifted her and put her belly down across the plinth until she half stood, half clung to the squat pedestal, sure her legs would not support all her weight. Her ankle hurt. Tits pressed against the cold stone, the demon wrapped her hair in his hand.

  He yanked hard, twisting her neck around, pulling her face up. She saw a small alcove to the room. Inside, like an altar in a shrine, she saw a tall, gold edged mirror.

  "Look into the mirror, human bitch. I want you to see your face, and see me while I fuck you."

  She couldn't help but smile, as the sound of his voice making her pussy that much wetter with every word. Let him hammer away. She’d come, and then she’d steal his black soul.

  "Spread your ass." Narlathotep barked

  Reached around with both hands, she grabbed her ass cheeks, pulling them apart, and arching her back to present the open gate of her very wet pussy as a sacrifice to the demon lord’s cock.

  In the mirror, breathing heavily, Narlathotep looked down at her. The great, horned head turned to a side and suddenly a wickedly tipped claw poked at her perfect little asshole, tight and still untouched, ripe for the taking. Taking his cock in hand, he rubbed it up and down her opening, making his cock slippery with her own juices. He grunted and pushed his penis forward.

  He smiled into the mirror. Panic rushed through Veronica. She thought there was something erotically sensible about her Succubus vagina eating a soul through the male’s cum. She had no such insurance her ass would perform in the same manner.

  On the brink of victory, she plunged headlong into sudden, mortal peril.

  Narlathotep seeing the fear and confusion
on Veronica's face in the reflection of the mirror, grinned, misunderstanding its source. Slowly, he started pressuring her asshole. Feeling this, she widened her eyes and made a peculiar "O" shape with her mouth. She felt his fat cock slowly pressing in, her asshole refusing to give way and just accept him, no matter how much she wanted it to. The pressure mounted, and mounting, and with it the fear he would cum there and she would die in the next moment.

  Just as she could no longer stand it, her asshole finally gave way, and she fully realized how thick that shaft was. He didn't stop pushing, and Veronica lay, stuck with wide eyes and "O" face as she felt each inch of the thing’s cock, slowly expand her asshole. This was a far, far different experience than when she’d lost her anal cherry on the plane over the Bermuda Triangle, or even Bast’s own, rough ass fucking.

  She gasped out loud, clenching her teeth against the rippling pressure. Finally, she felt Narlathotep against her and knew she had all of him in her, leaving her waiting for the new sensation of the pull out, but Narlathotep stopped, looking at her in the mirror.

  She became very aware of her own reflection, and closed her mouth and eyes in embarrassment, just to hear Narlathotep chuckle.

  "That was my face, only meant for me to see, and only meant for me to treasure." She opened her eyes to look at his reflection and nodded in agreement, still unable to talk with all of Narlathotep in her, but realizing this was their intimate connection from now on.

  Narlathotep slowly started rotating his hips in a clockwise fashion, working to loosen her up for what was yet to come. Veronica felt his cock start making big circles in her ass, and didn't know what to make of it other than it felt so good, like his cock was danced in her ass just for them.

  After a few circles clockwise, he stopped, then began turning counter clockwise, sending a new shiver up Veronica's back. Slowing his rotation, he stopped, started to pull out, slightly faster than his push in. Veronica wasn't ready for this new sensation to end, and, without thinking, tried to push Narlathotep back into her.

  Narlathotep roared, "Stop!"

  He pulled out, then started his thrusting again, with each in and out he increased up the pace, toying with her.