Succubus Inquisition Ch. 11

Succubus Inquisition ch 11

Several months have passed since the Kitsune Bree had found her long lost lover Yshomatsu in the wilderness. Their history was filled with demonic influences but her genuine love for him had blossomed quickly, even back then. It was that love that had motivated her to rebel against the succubus Meridiana. The same demon that had corrupted her human body into the fox creature she was now. A lot transpired since that defining moment and even though there was much more to do, she enjoyed the quiet months in the mountains with her lover.

She had informed him of everything she knew during their time together and it had been decided that another attack on the obsidian tower was in order. However, the angelic dragons were still growing. They were the size of large horses now and Ysho feared that rushing into battle too soon would be a fatal mistake for them. Would waiting end up being a worst mistake though? He had been tasked with raising a new generation of angels and his biggest fear was losing them.

In ancient times demons had ruled over mankind when dragons first came to their world. The dragons fought off the demons, freeing humanity, only to be hunted down and killed off by those they saved in the following ages. Ysho feared history repeating itself once they revealed themselves. Although he believed in the angels to be capable in the war to come. He simply enjoyed watching them grow up, enjoying the simple moments like a group hunt or chilling by the fire.

Once they began down the path of war, they might never have another quiet moment together. Yet Bree cautioned that someone powerful had taken Meridiana's place in her absence. She didn't know who, just that they had been strong enough to capture Athanatos and Amber. The former was Ysho's apprentice and lifelong friend. The monks were both over a hundred years old thanks to the old dragon Dragus' magic.

Speaking of Dragus, the young, reincarnated bronze dragon had been the first to speak. He had all the memories of his older self but felt different. He had been honored to be named after his older self and yet, felt like someone new. Ysho sat by their large bonfire many nights talking with the young dragon as all the others looked at them with curiosity.

Over the months they discussed many different plans of attack. Only one thing was mutually agreed upon, the tower had to be destroyed. Rescuing Athan and Amber would be Ysho, and Bree's top priority. While destroying the tower would fall to the dragons. Perhaps their combined might would be enough to bring down the cursed volcano glass structure.

In the meantime, Ysho began instructing the young drakes in the art of war. Using their hunts to practice formation flying and attacking, including hit and run tactics. Even though the others hadn't spoken yet, they still acted as if they could understand one another, as if reading each other's minds. The monk looked forward to the day he could have conversations with each of them.

~*~

"They're almost ready, but I'm not sure I ever will be." The monk said somberly, staring into the crackling bonfire. Bree snuggled up to him, basking in the warmth.

"You aren't at fault for what happened. A lesser man would have completely given in where you managed to resist."

"I didn't resist enough, so many have died because I brought the demon into the world."

"But you did resist... you have to remember that. Because of you I am free, and the world has a chance."

"You would have been safer never meeting me."

"And live as a servant in a tavern, it wasn't a safe life. I was at risk any time I turned down a man. Meridiana gave me power but under her influence it was just another cage. It was you that turned that curse into a blessing. Now your apprentice is in trouble and the longer we wait the less likely we'll be able to save him."

Ysho gave a sad smile, cupping Bree's cheek before leaning in. Their kiss was soft but meaningful. When it ended, he simply said thank you, hugging her tighter. They sat in silence as he thought. He knew she was right. Had the demon targeted someone else the entire world might have been doomed already. However, there was a part that she was wrong about. It was her that gave him the strength or rather the desire to resist. For all the pleasure the demon could provide paled in comparison of her love.

In his quiet contemplation he realized the young dragons curled around the bonfire had wandered off. That's when he felt the hand that had been resting on his leg sliding higher. He looked at his love with a kind smile even as she started to be mischievous. They had been separated for a long time; he missed her touch more than he had realized.

Her touch clearly excited him, encouraging her to take it further. Before long, her hand was in his robes and his breathing had gotten heavy.

They stared into each other's eyes with deep longing. Bree smiled, almost blushing as she climbed into his lap, holding his gaze with all her love, leaning back in for another passionate kiss.

"You have no idea how much I missed you," she purred in between kisses, getting more intimate by the moment, grinding herself against his bulge. "The demon left me with urges I struggle to control. Only you have brought me true peace," her face flushed brightly before she looked away, suddenly feeling shy.

"Who helped you in my absence?" He wouldn't have asked but her obvious embarrassment made him curious. The question escaped his lips before he realized it. He didn't know how he would handle hearing she found comfort from another man.

"Amber..." She mumbled, undoing his robes, revealing his excitement. It was evident in her expression that she loved the way his body trembled at her touch, like butterflies in the stomach. It was obvious that he missed her.

"Athan's demon? Are you sure that was wise?" He asked before moaning in distraction. She had used that moment to climb further onto his lap, taking him within herself. He slid within her wet and eager pussy as if he belonged there.

"Athan was missing just as you were. She protected me when she could have fled. She cared, truly cared and I repaid her kindness by abandoning her in the tower. I'll always regret myself for fleeing like that." Her legs encircled his waist, ankles interlocking behind his back.

His hands slid up her back, fur formed and vanished as she quivered in his grasp. "Now we'll rescue them both."

"Yes!" She cried out, pressing their lips harder together. "She's nothing like her mother."

He didn't know if he believed that, but he didn't care at that moment. He held his lover's head in his hands, curling fingers in her hair and kissing her back. Her hips rolled against him making his eyes roll back. He didn't want to admit how much he missed this. Her touch, the feeling of her around him.

For a while he saw everything sexual as a connection to the demon, and felt guilt every time he got turned on. For had he been stronger and resisted the succubi's charms the world would have been safe. Instead, he doomed his entire order and possibly the rest of humanity along with them. Although they resisted and fought back eventually, many more had died in the meantime.

All this time raising the dragons he had believed they had lost that battle at the obsidian tower. The fight he fled from after falling under Meridiana's spell and being responsible for Dragus' death. He broke free of her spell, but it had already been too late, and thus he fled, like a coward.

Bree kept him distracted before his mood soured from all those thoughts. The feeling of her hot body was enough to pull him back to reality. The bonfire heated their flesh as they intertwined with one another.

"You feel amazing my love," he moaned, hands holding her tightly. Blue sparks were forming in her eyes, crackling like bolts of lightning. Her hips sped up, leaving him speechless. Then her two tails stood straight up behind her... wait four, no five tails.

"How many tails do you have now?" He tried to say. It came out jumbled between his moans and grunts as she rode him like her life depended on getting his seed.

Instead of answering she pressed her lips against his, harder, more desperate than before. The blue sparks danced down his cheeks, tickling his face. He almost giggled but then her nails dug into his back, catching him off guard. His body reacted as if an actual bolt of lightning had struck him. The shock shot straight down his body to his groin and his body convulsed in climatic eruption. It felt like the orgasm had been pulled from his body with how it struck so suddenly.

"I needed you more than I realized," Bree said breathlessly, still staring as him, admiringly. The blue sparks dancing around her eyes calming down as she cuddled up tighter against him. She had taken his breath away and he was content to bask in the warmth of the fire, staring back into her eyes.

At some point the bonfire had died down and the night's chill embraced them. Not that their naturally hot bodies ever noticed. They remained intertwined in each other's arms even after sleep had taken them. Her many tails had wrapped around him like a possessive, fluffy blanket.

~*~

Back at the obsidian tower Lena the necromancer walked into her mistress' throne room, admiring the two she had posed together on the large intimidating chair. Athanatos and Amber's bodies were but puppets for her amusement. Their souls had been sent to Meridiana in the astral plane. A place the monks called the dream state apparently.

The necromancer sat in the center of the room; legs crossed Indian style. She pulled her black robe from under herself and straightened her back, her long silky smooth, black hair almost touched the floor. She planed on learning the demon, her mistress' progress on corrupting Athan's soul. For that she had to concentrate on her breathing and focus her mind. Transferring her consciousness into the astral plane was not an easy task for her. This would be her third time doing it and it still felt unnatural to her. One would think it would come naturally to her considering she dealt with the dead. However, it made her skin crawl when her spirit left her body.

Her astral projected body formed in a long hallway with its stone walls morphing into a strange honeycomb structured hallway. It appeared like the thing had taken over everything beyond the point it started at. She wasn't alone though, three catgirls stood before her, dressed in sexy maid outfits.

The one in the middle with orange hair glanced back at her, sniffing the air, and smirked, "what do we have here?"

The other two turned around, encircling her like prey, licking their lips, before revealing their sharp teeth. "She looks tasty," another one said. Lena gulped, feeling vulnerable for the first time in a very long time. Outside of her body she couldn't feel any of the earthy ley lines that fueled her power. She took a deep breath and could practically taste honey coming from that long hallway.

"I'm lo-looking for Meridiana..." she said much quieter than she had intended to.

"Oh, you're so adorable," the orange haired catgirl purred into her ear, sliding along her side. The maid curled her fingers through Lena's hair, making the powerful necromancer shiver.

"L-listen, can you just point me to her?"

"She's in there," one of them pointed into the honeycomb tunnel. "But you don't want to go in there, trust me." Lena felt that shiver run straight down between her legs and her knees buckled.

"I'm a powerful Necromancer," she blurted out, trying to reassert some sort of control. However, the three ladies laughed, pressing in around her. Their soft bodies were warm which only made her shiver more.

"Not here you aren't," the orange haired maid said softly into her ear. Her sharp nailed hand caressed Lena's fit stomach, sending butterflies fluttering through her. The necromancer felt naked even though the long black robe was tied tightly around her body.

More hands were on her, massaging and scratching her just right. She felt all of her confidence melt away as her body went limp in their embraces. Was this how she had made Athan feel when she dominated his mind? The mere thought of submitting sent a strong pulse of pleasure down between her legs. The liquid dripping down her legs made her blush with embarrassment.

Then the robe came undone, and she panicked. The orange haired catgirl's hand slid down her belly, touching her clit. Lena jolted as if waking from a dream.

The obsidian walls of the tower came back into focus as her heart fluttered quickly in her chest, almost painfully so. She swore she could hear laughter faintly, as if carried by the wind. Lena was completely out of breath, and it took a while before she regained her composure, robe soaked, see-through and sticking to her like a second skin.

She had known Meridiana had a castle full of women she had conquered. But she never expected to feel so powerless like that. Not to mention she didn't learn anything about the demon's progress in corrupting Athan's soul. Meridiana's whole plan for her grand return into the world. It was kind of important!

~*~

On a cloudless night with bright stars shining from above Bree held on tight to Yshomatsu's broad, scaled shoulders. The monk was once again in his dragon form, soaring through the cold night air. Her tiny hands grasping little handholds between the large red scales. All of the young dragons were flying in formation around him. Bree still struggled with the notion that they were actually angels, of divine origins. If they survived the trails ahead, she would have to ask Ysho more about that.

They were still young and even though they flew for war they carried on during their flight like children. Neltharion kept doing barrel rolls when Ysho wasn't looking or soaring between his siblings. Each time their formation would falter with the others struggling to remain focused. They would snap at one another and switch positions with their own unique flourishes. Sometimes even giving in to their own inner child's and showing off before returning to formation.

In truth the shape-shifted monk knew the young dragons weren't behaving. He simply let it slide since they had a long journey ahead of them. Let them enjoy the little fun moments together before their reality became hell. The last time he flew for war old Dragus--the last dragon at the time--didn't survive. Ysho hoped this time would be different. So, he didn't want to interrupt the young ones from having their fun, internally smiling as he listened to them carry on.

Deep down though, Yshomatsu hoped they weren't too late. He had delayed their rescue mission in hopes that the dragons would be mature enough to handle the travesty that may follow.

For days they traveled by night, sleeping during the day. Thinking it would be wise to keep hidden from the world as they flew. Ysho didn't know what kind of network the new big bad within the tower had. A surprise attack would give them the best odds of success. Or so he hoped. Not to mention he wanted to avoid confrontation with normal people as well. He knew they wouldn't be able to handle seeing seven dragons flying over their houses, or towns.

One of the days they hid among the trees. Five of the dragons cuddled up into a big ball and went to sleep. Skylla, however, always kept to herself when they stopped. The chilled aura surrounding her kept the others from snuggling against her like they did with one another for warmth and comfort. She was a solitary creature compared to the rest of them. However, Ysho could see in her eyes that she longed for the comfort the others shared.

On this particular occasion though, she stayed close. Ysho and Bree were sitting next to each other and Skylla sat nearby, slightly off from the fire they had made. The bitter cold chill from the white dragon's body barely reached the two as they held each other in their arms. The white dragon tilted her head as she watched them simply enjoying the presence of one another.

"Are all people like you two?" She asked with curiosity. Bree's eyes lit up as she glanced towards the youngest of the dragons.

"You spoke!" She exclaimed excitedly.

"They have been able to for a while now," Ysho chuckled, "I've overheard them speaking amongst themselves these past few days."

"Oh? I'm sorry for not noticing. I knew Dragus was speaking." Her cheeks flushed before she tucked in closer to her lover.

"Wasn't ready for you to know," Skylla responded deadpanning as she watched them, before her head tilted the other way. "Curious though."

"When two people fall in love I imagine they'd act like we have been." Ysho answered her question with a smile, hugging Bree tighter.

"Love..." Skylla spoke, glancing back at the cluster of siblings for but a moment before turning towards the sky. They watched her expecting the young dragon to say more but she simply stared off into the distance as if in deep thought.

For a while longer the three of them enjoyed each other's company in silence. Each of them thinking about the days to come.

~*~

Bree held on tight as Yshomatsu dove into the clouds. The young dragons following close behind in tight formation. When they broke through the cloud cover, she gasped in shock. An entire army moved upon the ground like ants, surrounding the large menacing obsidian tower. The structure itself gave off an aura of evil that chilled her to the bone.

They circled the tower several times before Neltharion broke formation, diving to strike. For he knew his role in all of this, no sense in delaying or hesitating! His two brothers followed mere seconds later. Bree watched helplessly on Ysho's large shoulders as the three closed in on their prey. Lightning, sand, and powerful sound waves blasted the massive undead army in chaotic lines of destruction.

The massive army screamed in unison as if they shared a collective mind. Humongous weapons of war quickly took aim before returning fire, narrowly missing the soaring dragons as they dove in fast, striking and retreating. The three of them soared in and around each other between strikes. A tactic that may have had more psychological effect if their foes weren't the living dead.

"They expected company, look at those things!" Bree yelled out; her voice barely heard over the wind. She pointed to the large weapons.

Alexandra roared with rage before breaking off from Yshomatsu's lead. The red dragon glanced back towards Katla and Skylla, motioning for them to follow her. Katla the green dragon obeyed instantly but Skylla didn't. The monk in dragon form hadn't noticed her hanging back though as he was actively searching for a way into the tower.

For he had to trust in the young dragons to keep the army distracted. They needed to make use of the time given to them to sneak inside undetected. Bree was right that it looked like they had expected an attack. He had to hope they hadn't expected six youthful dragons.

And there it was... the opening he was searching for. A balcony that blended in with the rest of the tower. At first glance the menacing structure appeared to only have the stairs at the very peak. However, he imagined that entrance would be well guarded as an expected entry point. He remembered as if it was yesterday that Meridiana rose from those steps. His heart filled with sorrow remember how that all ended with him waking from her trance to find Dragus dead by his talons.

That's why he had wasted several rotations before spotting a better entry with the balcony. He wasn't eager to meet the one that filled Meridiana's power vacuum.

"Hold on!" He called out against the wind. When he felt his love brace herself, he dove. Closing in on the balcony too fast, landing hard, and destroying the railing. His upper arms held on as he flapped large wings to keep from falling off and plummeting to the ground. In his current form he was much larger than the balcony he had landed upon. Bree quickly jumped from his shoulders and entered the tower on her tip toes, entering stealth mode, so to speak.

Ysho almost chuckled at how cute she looked sneaking in since he landed so hard their surprise might have already been ruined. But nonetheless he quickly changed forms, returning to human. The large wings encircled his body like a cloak, shrinking into his robes. He quickly tied the belt tighter around his waist and followed his love into the home of the enemy. The last time they attacked he had fallen under the demon's spell as if he had never actually been free from it. That day would haunt him for the rest of his life, and he swore not to make any of the same mistakes this time.

Inside was an elaborate bedroom with silk curtains hanging from the ceiling around a massive bed. The room had been used recently; he could tell that much. Not that he disbelieved Bree when she told him someone had moved into the power vacuum created by Meridiana's banishment. Even if he had though, the army outside proved her right the moment they arrived.

The demon held corruptive magic, seductive in nature. However, the army outside had been walking corpses. Which meant they were dealing with a different type of creature. No matter what it turned out to be they couldn't underestimate their new enemy.

Their priority had to be freeing Athanatos and then his pet demon, if possible. Ysho still didn't like that his apprentice had bound himself to one of Meridiana's daughters. Even though Amber said she loved him, or the fact Bree said Amber herself had banished her own mother during their fight. In turn saving them all as the succubus had been winning. Ysho still didn't trust her. First, they had to find Athan though, then they would see what could be done.

~*~

The ladies Alexandra and Katla destroyed several of the siege weapons with blasts of fire and acid, only to discover they had been but a distraction, although deadly by themselves. Other weapons had been hidden under foliage and with the two ladies within range, they fired. Massive magically fueled nets launched into the air, catching them by surprise. The metal chain linked nets quickly wrapped around their bodies, instantly sapping their strength with electric shocks. They roared in fear as the nets enclosed and brought them down, fast, and hard.

Dust exploded across the entire landscape as the two dragons crashed against the ground, the crash echoing throughout the air.

Their brothers were still circling and blasting their breath attacks. Hundreds of undead fell to their might but they just kept coming. The distracting echoing crash pulled their attention off the army though. When the dust settled, they witnessed their sisters being captured. They instantly knew their tactics had to change, swooping in, clearing the undead around their sisters in wide circles, before landing.

Dragus quickly moved in, angrily biting at the net wrapped around Katla, only to howl in pain as the metal sparked, sending a powerful electric current throughout his body. The world spun as he tried to regain his composure only to fall face first onto the ground. Darkness surrounded him as his consciousness faded in and out.

Tens of thousands of undead fully clad in armor closed in on them as the two remaining brothers fought desperately around their fallen siblings. Their boastful moods had soured quickly as fear filled their hearts. One moment they had been destroying hundreds at a time, enjoying the rampage, and the next they were on the ground fending desperately for their lives. Yet, they still worked together, running, and leaping in circles. Any of the undead that got too close felt their wrath.

Their energy wasn't endless though. They were young, reckless, and energetic; however, all beings had their limits and the two brothers Neltharion and Ladon were quickly reaching theirs. They called out to Dragus hoping to wake him each time they circled around, desperate for his aid.

All across the horizon were undead marching their way, like a tidal wave of decaying death.

~*~

"Careful love," Ysho whispered as he crept behind Bree. His bare feet made more sound upon the obsidian floor than hers though. With a glance he noticed her legs had orange fur and her feet had changed. He could never get used to how she could change her body at will now. Only two fluffy tails were visible, but he knew she had gained more since they last fought together. With each new tail she got stronger, he looked forward to her flourishing.

She didn't respond, however, nose held high as she sniffed the air. So, he followed her, trying his best not to make a sound. Out of the bedroom and into a long hallway.

Behind them, another kept to the shadows, moving silent like a cat hunting a mouse.

Before long they entered a grand room with large pillars and a large chair at the far end. The demon's throne room by the look of it. And upon that chair the menacing new evil... Ysho squinted in confusion. That was Athanatos sitting there!

The monk shot forward ignoring Bree's hushed protests for him to stay back. He strolled into the room, right up to his young apprentice. Yet the man didn't budge. Athan remained motionless and lifeless upon the great throne. He tried to shake his apprentice awake to no avail. Then he noticed Amber sitting on the floor next to the throne and anger filled his heart. She had to have done something to his friend!

However, Bree approached the red-haired demon and got the exact same response he had from Athan, nothing. They both sat motionless. In fact, he checked his apprentice for breath and found none.

"Are they dead?" He said in shock; a tear was flowing down his cheek.

A quiet voice responded, shocking them both. "No, smells like dream magic. Their souls aren't present, yet their bodies live, in a sort of limbo."

"Skylla?" Ysho hissed under his breath. The white dragon had followed them but was now the size of a house cat.

The little dragon-cat ignored him and jumped onto the throne, sniffing Athan's body.

"I can sense a trail into the ether..."

"You mean the Dream State? Could this be Meridiana's doing?" Both his companions could sense the rising fear from the monk. As if just thinking of entering the dream again was giving him a panic attack.

"Possible..." the small dragon responded, "I think I can follow the trail." She got quiet, curling in Athan's lap as if about to take a nap. Her eyes closed and she stopped responding to the desperate monk.

"Shit, this isn't going as I expected." He mumbled to himself.

Bree's fox-ears twitched, hearing him perfectly. "We found them too easily. Last time I was here Amber found him just as easily, but it was a trap."

"We should have been in and out before anyone knew we had been here." He responded as they glanced around the room. There were no places to hide in the vast, empty room, besides behind the massive chair.

A slender form entered the arched doorway in the far wall, hands on her hips. Her black gown contrasted with her pale white marble-like skin. Bright violet eyes sparkled at them as her blood red lips curved into a smirk. Long flowing black hair blew in waves as if in some unseen wind.

"I thought I heard visitors," her voice flowed with practiced seduction as she regarded them as if they were no threat.

"We've come for our friends," Bree angrily spat back at the woman, getting into a fighting pose. Her two exposed tails sticking straight up behind her.

"I knew you would be back little fox. I thought my army would have blocked your entry though." She said with a shrug. "They're not as useful as the mummy you vaporized though."

The kitsune and monk shared a look. Maybe she didn't know her army was currently being destroyed? They didn't risk speaking that thought though, just in case.

"I was getting bored though, so I won't punish them, this time. She held her hands out as if in greeting. "Welcome to my tower of deviant pleasures."

The obsidian walls pulsed as she did a flourish with her hands. A wave of all too familiar lust hit them, and they knew it was time to strike while they still could think enough to do so. Bree pounced while the pale women was staring lustfully at Ysho, launching a blast of blue lightning. The women didn't even flinch as she waved a hand and the lightning went wide, absorbed into the obsidian wall.

"So feisty, I love it." She bared her pearly white teeth before cupping her breasts. "We don't have to fight; you know that right?" She added, licking her lips. "I'd much rather fuck your man here."

Bree braced for a surprise counterattack, but Lena just stood there with her hip cocked to the side, and a smirk on her red lips. She winked after giving the kitsune a once over before turning her attention back onto the monk.

"I've heard everything about you lover boy," her sexy voice flowed, making his heart race. He could feel the demonic influence coming off her like an aura of lust. Making it obvious that she was one of Meridiana's creations. When her expression turned sultry, he gulped. The walls continued to pulse with a steady beat, almost matching his heartbeat.

Ysho had been alive for a long time, but he never felt like he would get used to fighting these types of women. They never fought fair, using their sexual prowess, instead of might. His body especially didn't know how to handle them, always turning on him, by getting turned on. How many times had he underestimated their ability to take advantage of the human body's weakness to pleasure?

"He's not interested..." Bree interjected; her annoyed tone made Ysho blush.

"You sure about that?" The pale women purred with a raised eyebrow before licking her red lips, giving him another once over. She clearly liked what she saw but he knew those thoughts were influenced by the towers' constant flow of lust into his system.

"W-we-we're here for my apprentice..." he said unconvincingly.

"Our friends," Bree corrected.

"That's what I said."

All the while he stood there watching Lena's hand travel up her belly, cupping over a perky breast, and up her neck. She messed with her hair, clearly enjoying him watching her.

"It's too bad, they're kind of indisposed at the moment. However, lucky for you, I'm free..." she let that linger with a raised brow and a lustful smirk.

"Wh--at" he coughed, trying to ignore her advances, "what did you do to them?!" He finished louder.

"Our gorgeous mistress is corrupting his soul as we speak. Can you imagine it?" She gushed like it was the best thing in the world, fanning her blushing cheeks, "all the sex he's getting in the astral plane. Why I bet he's a devoted puppy by now, hanging on her every word."

"Impossible!" He yelled, making a motion with his hand quickly. Bree and Ysho shot forward at the same time. All six tails split behind the Kitsune as they launched their attack.

However, Lena didn't move, her smile widened as she mumbled words. The floor disappeared under Bree as she charged. The Kitsune barely had time to yelp before she fell, and the floor solidified above her.

Ysho kept advancing without realizing he just lost his ally and lover. He closed the distance, reaching deep within himself to strike true only to have Lena step into his guard. His eyes widened as she wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned in, red lips pressing against his.

Something unnatural happened the moment their lips touched. It felt like a suction connected to his life force and pulled. But with his momentum he slid right into her embrace, fists bunched and held out to the sides, freezing in place as her cold body pressed against him.

The first thought was that Bree would use this time wisely and strike her as the woman was distracted. However, her aid never arrived, and then he realized he wasn't struggling like he should be. His face was tingling as her lips worked their magic.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he pulled free from her lips, hands on her shoulders pushing. She held on, reluctant to release him, hands holding his neck as she purred, wiggling her hips against his growing bulge.

"What's wrong sugar?" Her sexy voice gave him shivers as he stared into her eyes about to protest her advances. Then those bright violet orbs started to swirl, and he felt himself being pulled into their void. "There's more where that came from lover boy..." she licked her lips as she smiled. His face went slack, resistance fading away, making the woman laugh.

"Men, so predictable, get them hard and look into their eyes, so easy." Her hands were rubbing his neck as she bit her lower lip, undressing him with her eyes.

Something bothered him about what she said. But it was like his thoughts were lost in a thick storm, drowned out by the thunder, and dense clouds.

Lena slid beside him, turning them towards her bedroom. One arm around his shoulders, the other went down to his crotch. While keeping her eyes locked on his she moved onward, intentions on reaching her large bed. Meanwhile a little cat-sized dragon remained undetected on Athan's lap.

"I think it's time to see why the mistress is so obsessed with you." She all but giggled, "see if you live up to the legend..."

~*~

Bree landed painfully in a dark room. She braced herself for any type of ambush, knowing the tower had a mind of its own. Having had a couple firsthand experiences with the tricks it could come up with. Not to mention any other of Meridiana's creations lurking within the obsidian walls.

When nothing happened and she didn't hear any movement she sat up, legs aching. Thanks to her abilities she would heal fast from any wound, so she pushed through the pain. Her eyesight refused to focus which meant she was in total darkness.

She had an answer for that too. Taking a deep breath and holding out a hand, palm up. A blue ball of light formed and shot up above her, lighting the area.

Four solid walls of reflective obsidian glass. She exhaled a breath she didn't realize she had been holding. Things weren't looking good. Mere moments into their first fight and she was already separated from Yshomatsu. Leaving him to deal with that woman alone. Whoever it was, had been powerful enough to capture Athan and Amber. Would her lover stand a chance? She needed to get back to him fast either way.

The blue light reflected brighter from one side of the room than all the other walls. She stood up on shaky legs, moving towards the brighter light. A lone mirror leaning against the wall. Not something that could help her out.

She angrily sighed, about to turn away from it when she noticed something. Her overalls were unhooked on her right shoulder. She reached up only to find it clasped as it should be. When she looked back at the mirror, she could have sworn she saw herself smirking. Had she imagined it? Her overalls were proper in the mirror now too. Maybe she landed a lot harder than she thought. She didn't feel like she had smacked her head though. All the pain came from her legs, mainly her knees.

Or... maybe there was something off with the mirror, she stepped closer. Her mirror image wasn't doing anything unnatural anymore, hand moves, and head tilts all were copied in perfect matching motions. But there was that smirk again! She almost missed it, like a flashing of a light or in the blink of an eye. The expression went back to normal so quickly it could have been a trick of her mind, but she saw it that time for sure!

She reached out to touch her own hand in the reflection, only to pull back at the last second. Studying her face in the reflective glass when one of her tails brushed her face in the mirror, but not actually. Then all six tails started to move, waving slowly back and forth. She only had two tails exposed, it was her natural state, when not in combat. Her eyes watched them moving with concern and curiosity.

Her face was smirking again but this time it didn't stop when she focused on it. This had to be another one of the tower's tricks. Yet, she couldn't look away. In fact, she felt her two exposed tails mimicking a few of the six in the mirror. They wraped around her shoulders and the straps of her overalls came loose. Her amble chest was exposed as the top part fell to her waist.

Definitely a trick! She blinked, shaking her head to clear the fogginess that had built up as she watched the tails in the reflection. The mirror image pouted, then her outstretched hand shot out, an unnatural reflective hand extended from the glass, grabbing her own hand, fingers interlacing with her own.

A powerful burst of lust exploded from that contact, shooting throughout her body like a tsunami striking land. Her breath caught, eyes dilating as her legs gave out, sending her down to her knees. Her mirror image stood, smirking down at her.

"Good girl," it said in a distorted feminine voice.

The room's image started to swirl around her mirror image and then the blue light started to flicker as she lost control of her self-control. The strobe light only aiding the mirror's hypnotic effects. A part of her felt her other four tails forming and soon they all were imitating the mirror's tails, waving, swaying, brushing against her body. Their fluffiness tingled her exposed skin.

"You've evaded my grasp for long enough I think..." the mirror image said, licking her lips. The obsidian beneath her heated up, pulsing with its own bursts of lust. The lustful heat rose right up her aching legs to her crotch. Soon her juices were dripping down her thighs.

Bree's mind clung onto that thought. She had escaped everything the tower had thrown at her. She could do it again. Not realizing she had had help most of those times. However, she wouldn't give in without a fight. Her body lit up as she unleashed her own magical energy. Powerful bursts of blue lightning shot out, enveloping herself. The lightning shot out randomly, striking the walls around her.

The walls surged with their own power, absorbing her attacks like a dozen black holes. The mirror image leaned down, and Bree's face leaned in too, their eyes locked.

"Cute," the image said, their lips meeting and Bree's eyes fluttered, rolling in intense pleasure as their tongues intertwined.

"Give in..." the distorted voice echoed from all four walls.

Her tails were curling around her body, squeezing and rubbing all the right spots. Her muffled moans became louder as her body shook in climatic bliss. The tower laughed in its own sinister way before the mirror image pulled back, yanking Bree with her.

The Kitsune's mind was still humming in bliss as she felt herself fling forward, into the mirror's gooey center. Darkness followed, yet the mind shattering pleasure never ceased.

~*~

Blissful ignorance filled Ysho's head as if he floated in the clouds. A beautiful woman lured him down a hallway into a large bedroom. The walls were visibly pulsing as if immensely heated. It felt like he walked the desert dunes with the sun beating down upon his bare flesh. Only it wasn't heat blasting his body, but lust, pure indulgent lust. Aided by the fact that the gorgeous woman tugged him along by his erection as she glanced over her shoulder at him.

Was he dreaming? He didn't recognize the woman, and she appeared human. In fact, he didn't have any contact with humans for a rather long time. So, he must be dreaming. She had the same long black flowing hair as Meridiana but pale marble-like skin instead of blood red.

They reached a large bed that looked familiar too, and she spun him around so fast his head continued spinning as she pushed him. His knees met the mattress, and he tumbled onto his back. The gorgeous raven-haired minx pounced upon him just as fast.

Even in his current state he still hesitated as she tried to kiss him, turning his head to the side. No amount of pleasure could make him forget about Bree, even in his dreams. This woman wasn't her! Despite the thick clouds trying to block out his thoughts he tried to stop the woman, grabbing her wrists. She rocked her hips against his crotch, but he still managed to push her aside, sitting up. A sudden wave of dizziness almost sent him back down.

"Seriously?!" She complained angrily, before taking a deep breath. "Just look into my eyes baby, I know you want me."

The room spun as her words echoed in his head. She had a sexy voice but those eyes. He couldn't let himself look into them again. He needed to resist and break out of the strange trance he was in. He had been lost but found Bree again, he wouldn't let her down again. Especially not in a demonic influenced dream!

Lena huffed, sitting up, her hair a complete mess. "Tower... a little help with the stubborn man?"

The far wall hissed before sliding apart. Out stepped a slim woman with six tails waving behind her. Yshomatsu's expression turned to excitement as the woman of his dreams stepped forward from the pulsing wall. He felt all that lust pour into his system, right between his legs.

"Bree?" Something was wrong, his Kitsune wasn't all black, and shiny. He blinked and shook his head, but the pulsing waves of lust were still present all around his lover, giving her the appearance of steaming. She walked towards him, hips swaying, lips wide in a lustful, mischievous smirk.

"That's right baby, your true love has come to join us. She isn't upset at all that you climbed into bed with me."

A wave of calmness came over him as he smiled. His love was smiling at him, biting her lower lip. He felt the other woman's hands pulling his robes off his shoulders as Bree stepped between his legs, climbing onto the mattress. She kissed up his leg, slowly along his crotch, pausing briefly. Joy swelled within him as the woman he loved gave him special attention, his eyes rolling back. He brought his hands to her hair. It felt smooth and unnatural but the thick clouds in his mind didn't allow him to focus on that fact.

Lena slid in close, whispering into his ear, her words echoing in his head. "That's right, she loves you."

He glanced her way, and it was like looking at an angel in the clouds. Though her dark hair made her look more sinister than you'd think an angel would be. Especially with the way she kept smirking at him.

"Our mistress says you were so easy to manipulate. Bringing her into this world, damning all the people you knew and loved, just for pleasure."

He groaned as Obsidian Bree cupped his balls while deep throating him.

"It sure looks like pleasure is your weakness. But you resisted me," she pouted, tilting her head, a hand cupping his cheek, "do you not find me sexy baby?"

Something about her sent off all his warning bells but in his current state, getting blown by his lover, he couldn't remember what they meant. Pleasure was a succubi's weapon, using one's desires against themselves. However, there were no succubi here. He had nothing to worry about... right? It was just a lustful dream.

At some point he stopped realizing it was Lena speaking to him and not his own inner voice talking to himself. Telling him not to worry, to give in to the pleasure. When he didn't resist the necromancer tapped his lover's shoulder. The Obsidian Bree ended the blowjob, continuing to kiss up his belly, and up his chest before bringing her lips to his, straddling his waist, and that desperate weak-link pulsing between his legs. Every spot her lips touched tingled, sending his mind further into trance. This time with a happy smile as he made out with his lover.

Lena stifled her laughter as the monk allowed himself to be pushed onto his back again. She reached down to help the tower's puppet insert his erection into her tight depths. The two lovers moaned into each other's lips as obsidian Bree started to bounce upon his erection, slowly, rolling her hips. In time she picked up speed, their flesh smacked loudly together.

Lena gave up whispering to the monk, considering it was like she wasn't even there as the two went at it with intense passion. Instead, she studied the monk. She could feel the intense power within his being. It wasn't human, she could tell that much. He had the same unearthly presence as his companion Athanatos. Something was special about these two monks, understanding why her mistress Meridiana spent so much time focusing on them.

"I'm a little jealous," she said with a smirk, sliding down the mattress to watch their intercourse. One of her hands found its way between her legs as she became a spectator. The tower gave a powerful burst of lust that washed over her like an ocean wave. "I know, thank you darling." She said in response to the tower, for the help it provided. "He was more difficult than I thought he'd be after going under."

Her hand sped up, rubbing circles on her clit until it looked like the monk was at his breaking point. She leaned forward and slapped obsidian Bree's ass, signaling an unspoken command. Her hand stung as if it was like slapping glass.

Right as Ysho's body began to shake his lover rose up a little too high, releasing his dick from her tight pussy. He gasped, whimpering in protest, yet continued to make out with her. His body was right on edge, and it wouldn't take much to set him over... like a pair of lips...

Lena leaned right in, taking him deep into her throat in one swift movement. Ysho's hips bucked as he moaned loudly into his lover's lips. A powerful suction began as Lena pulled at his climax like a vacuum, throat and lips tightening around him. He came so hard dots danced on his vision and a more sinister feeling started to spread around his crotch like a corrupting flood through his veins.

The mixed pleasure and pain were enough to stop his make out session and the obsidian Bree looked at him with confusion, trying to coax him back to her lips. He laid there convulsing, bucking his hips wildly. The Obsidian Bree watched him, head tilted to the side. The tower controlled her, but she knew she had feelings for the monk, feelings she couldn't explain. Like they belonged to someone else. However, seeing the pain flash in his facial expressions gave her pause. It was as if another presence within her was fighting for control at that very moment. Gaining power, the more the monk struggled and expressed his pain.

Blue light flashed within her black soulless eyes, it started low, like a sparkle. Then the light started to glow brightly only to flash like lightning, spreading across her face, and down her body. It started like a warm wave, making her body tingle in ways it never had before. Cracks began to form along her shiny, perfect body.

The flash of blue light caught Lena's attention as well. The Necromancer wanted to ignore the flashing light as she devoured the most delicious seed she had ever tasted. It was full of intense energies and now she truly understood why her mistress loved the monks so much. They were like fountains of youth, an endless life-force.

However, the flashes grew in intensity, and she angled herself to see the pulsing cracks in Bree's obsidian body. She pulled off the monk's still twitching cock and backed up, off the bed entirely, fear making her cold heart race.

"Umm, tower?" She said, voice full of worry. "What's happening?"

~*~

Meanwhile the three male dragons had freed their sisters and fought a bloody battle. Thousands upon thousands of corpses lay in pieces all around them, silent once more. A cold breeze brought along a thick fog, masking the horizon from view.

Nelfarian the black and Ladon the blue were worse off then their siblings, bloody cuts all over their bodies. Exhausted and incapable of continuing, they shared a look, curling up together.

"I'll protect them, go aid our father." Dragus said with his head held high. After he had woken up, he had taken another approach to his captured sisters and used his sand breath attack to break their bindings. Together they pushed back the tides of war just as their two brothers were about to be over run.

Alexandra and Katla took to the skies with the intent of striking the tower itself.

~*~

The tower shook, making Lena truly frightened for the first time. Her seduction of the monk didn't go as planned. The tower's aid was backfiring somehow. The Obsidian Bree was breaking from the inside, it appeared like. And now, the tower itself shook. Everything was coming down around her and she didn't know what to do. She couldn't concentrate in a time like this to reach out to her mistress for advice or aid.

Yshomatsu had passed out during the climax she forced out of him. Black corruption had spread like inky veins around his crotch where her lips had been.

Then the Obsidian Bree's head slowly turned to look at her. The cracks had formed all throughout the woman's obsidian body with pulsing blue light coming from within the cracks. Her cute face was scrunched up in rage as she looked at Lena.

All the while the tower shook, and small chunks of obsidian began to fall from the ceiling. Loud crashes echoed around her as her belongings were crushed.

"You!" The real Bree's voice shouted from within her obsidian cage. The tower had gained control of her, but no longer. The cracks spread before exploding light shot out from her body. Shards of obsidian shot out in all directions forcing Lena to shield her face.

Pain spiked all across her marble-like pale skin from the flying shards. By the time she risked a glance Bree stood before her naked and gasping for breath. The rage still showed on her gorgeous face. Lena gulped, realizing that things were definitely not going according to plan!

The Kitsune had escaped her traps multiple times, even the tower's own traps. And now she stood before Lena, ready to strike. All of the confidence the Necromancer had felt earlier was long gone. In fact, she couldn't feel the connection to her grand army that she had slowly built up. It was as if all of her power had just been striped from her suddenly.

For a brief moment she considered attempting to seduce Bree directly. However, a large chunk of obsidian fell between the two ladies, forcing them both to take cover. Yeah no, something was seriously wrong! Lena bolted from the room, rushing back towards her mistress' throne room. The place she had one last source of power at her disposal, the younger monk and his demonic companion. She could once again control them like puppets. Perhaps her odds would shift back into her favor then.

Her slim form slid into the throne room before she froze in utter shock. Two large, winged lizards had torn their way into the massive throne room. Their razor-sharp teeth were showing as they snarled at her.

She stood there frozen in fear and unsure what to do when Bree slowly walked into sight, fur now covering her naked body, giving her the semblance of modesty. The Kitsune was helping Yshomatsu walk, his arm stretched around her shoulders, robes back in place.

"You've lost," Ysho said, voice cracking as he struggled to breathe.

"Even so, you'll never get your fellow monk back if you kill me!" She spat back in retort. Her pride not allowing her to show the fear she felt.

Bree helped Ysho stand on his own before taking his outter robe's belt. She then walked over to Lena, tying her wrists behind her back. All while glaring at her.

Lena had the brief desire to let her eyes swirl hypnotically when the Kitsune looked directly into her eyes. The only thing that held her back was the two large dragons staring her down, snarling. Ysho might be weak at the moment and not notice her make a move. However, their Kitsune companion suddenly going slack eyed wouldn't go unnoticed by the lizards watching her like a hawk.

That was the only reason she relented and allowed Bree to bind her hands behind her back. After all, at a closer glance at the dragons she noticed how bloody they were. That meant her connection to her undead army hadn't just been cut off, they were destroyed. All of her cards had been dealt. To be defeated by creatures she had no knowledge of put her at a great disadvantage.

"How do we bring them back?" Bree asked with clenched teeth.

"You don't. They are in the mistress' hands. Only she can release their souls."

Bree moved over to Amber. The lesser succubus sat upon the floor next to Athanatos on the throne. As the Kitsune was distracted Lena turned her attention back to the monk, who stood there awkwardly, looking at her.

"You tasted divine you know," she purred quietly, licking her blood red lips. She smiled as she saw him react, a tent reforming in his inner robes. With the outer layer loose, she had a good view of it growing.

"I-it's over," he replied, unable to look away from her. He had fallen easily into her trap earlier only to resist her advances even while under her trance. However, now she felt the desire growing inside him. No thanks to the corruption coursing throughout his veins. She imagined his thoughts were waring with each other. Knowing how much of a threat she was but still unable to look away from her. The feel of her lips upon his cock lingering, making him crave for more.

Lena didn't have any cards left to play but that didn't mean she would lie down and accept defeat. Her lips curled with the knowledge that she was at the very least still able to tempt the powerful monk. She closed her eyes, reaching out to her surroundings for any connection she could find. The tower pulsed quietly but otherwise she couldn't feel anything. Her army was truly gone. But an idea came to mind. The tower had been weakened by the dragons but not destroyed, its spirit carried on. She could reach out and stroke the tower's ego, asking for aid once more.

She took a small step towards the monk, holding her breath, half expecting the dragons to strike. When they didn't, she sighed quietly with relief and took another slow step.

The tower pulsed in response to her reacting out. Only it felt crippled compared to its usual pulsating strength. As if the powerful spirit bound within its volcano glassy structure was weakened. She glanced back at the dragons, to the big hole behind them. She might only get one chance at this...

The sexy Necromancer started to chant, mumbling in hopes that no one would notice. She turned her attention back to the distracted monk, excited at how he was looking at her, staring at her chest.

The tower answered her call with a deep rumble. Giant spikes shot out from the floor like poles of a prison. They rose up, surrounding the dragons and another set around Bree, trapping them all. In the same moment she jumped, bringing her knees to her chest, sliding her bound hands under her ass. With her hands now in front her her she threw them over Ysho's head, pulling him in for a wet kiss.

The dragons roared and Bree attempted to squeeze out of her makeshift cage. But the tower had other plans, pulsing with what little strength it had left, sending intense waves of lust at them all. The Kitsune fell to her knees, her protest cut off by her moan, the floor became wet with a splash. The two female dragon's eyes widened, dilating as new sensations entered their bodies. They looked at one another in confusion, unsure how to react to the new sensations.

Lena had already pounced upon Yshomatsu though, her dark kiss spread more corruption into his body while consuming his life force at an alarming rate. Color drained from his face has he tried to push her away. Lena wouldn't let go though, practically squealing with joy as she felt his body weaken in her embrace.

Originally, she didn't plan on sucking his life-force. She had intended to add him to her collection of soulless husks, sending his soul to Meridiana. However, with everything that transpired, the tower weakened, and possibly dying, she needed all the strength she could get.

The tower rumbled and shook once again, and she thought the dragons were breaking free. Still holding Ysho to her lips, she glanced back only to find them utterly confused within their cages of obsidian spikes.

More roars sounded from outside that giant hole. Once again intense fear froze the necromancer. There were more of the giant lizards... how many more? The tower shook and the entire ceiling over her head started to slide until it fell to the ground like a meteor. The massive chunk of tower struck so hard that the entire structure felt like it was about to crumble. Several dragons of varied colors circled over head.

She let go on the monk, feeling his knees give out. She ran, hands bound and all. She felt her connection to the tower get severed and flight was all she could think about. She may or may not have been bluffing about being needed to bring her two puppet's souls back to their bodies. She didn't care to let them figure it out, slipping away amongst all the chaos.

~*~

Bree watched as Alexandra broke free of her cage first when the strange pulsing sensations faded away. "Help me!" She called out and the dragon's tail lashed at the Kitsune's cage. The obsidian spikes crumbled to pieces, and she rushed over to Ysho's side, shaking his shoulders.

"Wake up, please wake up," she cried out, crying as he didn't budge.

The tower continued to shake. It wouldn't be standing much longer. The three brothers landed, freeing Katla. One grabbed Amber, another snatched up Athan and Skylla. And finally, Dragus delicately grabbed Ysho and Bree in his talons. Not a moment too soon as the tower crumbled and fell beneath them in the same moment.

The Kitsune never thought she'd see the day as dust blew outwards in all directions, like a raging sandstorm. The menacing tower had been felled. They won!

The pale woman was no where to be seen when the dragons lifted her to safety. But there's no way anyone could survive the tower crumbling like that.

"Take us home," she said somberly. She glanced over at Ysho as he hung limply in Dragus' other foot, face pale with black lines spread out from his lips. They might have finally won, but at what cost?

They flew towards home with heavy hearts and were a lot less playful than their journey to the tower. Only time would tell how their first taste of war would influence their lives.

~*~

Far away on a secluded ranch an ash-skinned succubus lounged in a bath of milk. She felt a powerful burst flow through the air like a beacon. Recognizing that power's signature as one of her sisters, she sat up straight in alarm, milk dripped from her bare breasts.

She reached out with her mind and felt two foreign minds at the other end. A powerful creature of her sister's design was just destroyed, and she could feel the minds of two beings that took part in destroying it. A thin smile spread on her lips as she felt how strong yet nieve and young those minds were.

The succubus closed her eyes and concentrated, solidifying the connection. The next time they dreamed she would take a little mental trip into their heads. To learn everything, she could about what her dear sister has been up to. She had come to this world ages ago only to be trapped and imprisoned by a draconic protector, guardian of the world. Now with her freedom, she would do anything needed to ensure she remained free.

Although she had been practicing the art of not consuming entire souls, it was a work in progress. Sometimes she lost control. Only natural for her kind. Considering she was defying her own nature out of preservation. In an effort to remain hidden from the very same draconic protectors that had imprisoned her ages ago.

The ranch she resided at, for example, founded by one of her daughters. Who had corrupted a few of the human women into cowgirls and one man into the ranch's bull.

The minds she had just connected to felt divine in nature, yet young and unsure of themselves. They had the same essence as the one that imprisoned her. If she could corrupt them her freedom would be all but ensured.

Her smile widened as she lounged back, dipping all but her head into the tingling milk. She looked forward to Dream Walking tonight. Although the thought of one of her sisters possibly being in this world gave her slight pause. Before she could set any plans in motion, she had to see what they were up to. She wanted to remain hidden after all. It wouldn't be wise to interfere with whatever they had going on. The dream walking would determine her next action or inaction. Oh, she was absolutely giddy for when those two divine creatures went to sleep next.