The Guardians Pt. 03 Succubus

Before the world was created, the Creator God brought into existence a nameless entity whose sole task was to defend the righteous from the inherently evil. To ensure the safety of the righteous the nameless being created an army of angels who could pass themselves off as human and so live among the human population unnoticed. This beings are called The Guardians.

The inherently evil are kept away from the righteous by a wall referred to as The Veil which is monitored and defended by The Guardians

I am looking for 69 Myrtle Avenue so I park my car at the corner of Myrtle and Seventeenth Avenue and walk down Myrtle Avenue.

Why? I hear you ask are you walking there? Why not drive?

Simply because my maps app says 69 does not exist and from past experience I know that Myrtle Avenue is narrow and parking is scarce. Of course I know that 69 does not exist but my dearly beloved Mother told me it does.

"You want to talk to your mad Aunt Maureen? Then go to 69 Myrtle Avenue and if she wants you to visit you will find 69 Myrtle and her. If not then you will come back here a bleat again that 69 Myrtle does not exist. Oh, and by the way, she calls herself Aunt Maureen and is no family of ours. Attached herself to your grandmother and has never let go."

So I walk down Myrtle Avenue looking for an address that I am convinced does not exist.

Why do I want to meet someone I am convinced does not exist or is possibly using supernatural methods to hide herself away from me? The simple answer is that I had what normal people would consider a wet dream which went something like this.

I am sitting in a meditation space. It has seats in a circle around a shallow pool and at one end of the space there is a bright, warm fire.

It is late at night and I am alone chanting some strange incantation, over and over again until my eyes start to glaze over and the meditation space begins to darken despite the fire and the hundreds of candles someone has lit.

Suddenly in dream fashion a vague figure starts to coalesce in a chair opposite me.

At first it is just the outline of a figure, no details but slowly details are added until sitting opposite me is a woman in a flowing robe, her long black hair hanging down in ringlets over her shoulders. She has a thin face and pale, almost ash coloured skin. We sit and stare at each other for a while.

Eventually she stands up and I see that the flowing robe she is wearing is so thin as to be transparent and I can see her naked body through the robe. In fact it is so transparent that she might as well be naked because I can see her nipples, her belly button and a fine bush of pussy hair.

She smiles at me and runs a hand down over her nipples which spring to hardness and then down across her belly and then on and into her pussy which she starts to stroke.

"You want some of this Big Boy?" her voice softly whispers around the meditation space.

I not so much hear the question but feel it in my entire body. Of course my cock rises to the occasion and I walk almost blasphemously through the pool and take her in my arms.

I find that the robe is nothing more than an illusion and my hands make contact immediately with warm flesh.

I take a breast in my mouth and taste cinnamon. I fall to my knees and kiss her belly button which tastes of cloves.

I lower her to the ground and run my tongue up her pussy which tastes of rosemary.

Without any more foreplay I find myself deep inside her pussy which is hot and wet, and pulses with every beat of her heart.

Somehow she seems to be absorbing me until I can feel her heat all over my body and the smell of rosemary is strong and almost overpowering.

I feel rather than hear her say, "Do it to me. Fill me up. I am yours and you are mine. We will soon be one."

And I lose all control and start to pump semen out of me and into her in a seemingly endless stream.

And then she starts to fade and as she does I hear a voice saying

"She will consume you utterly if you do not stop her. Maureen will help you avoid this terrible fate."

And I am left with a puddle of semen on my chest and a strong desire to see my Aunt Maureen.

Under normal circumstances I would quietly incorporate the wet dream into my next fantasy when I am forced to masturbate because I failed to score at the local pick up place but the problem is that I recognise the woman in the dream.

I have met her before. In two previous Halloween nights I have had sex with her and each time I have been left drained and afraid.

What I was afraid of I am not sure, but I was afraid then and I continue to be afraid now.

So here I am walking down Myrtle Avenue, looking for house numbers which is infuriating because of how few houses actually have street numbers displayed. For example I go from 51 to 59 with no numbers in between then I see 65. Two houses further I say to myself and then, as usual end up seeing a house that proudly announces that it is number 71 Myrtle Avenue.

Now under normal circumstances when I am attempting to find Aunt Maureen, I would just give up and head off somewhere far more interesting before I was arrested for loitering or something equally ridiculous but this time I sigh and start to walk slowly back down Myrtle Avenue. Of course as luck would have it, I bump into a security man.

"What you looking for?" he asks suspiciously.

"Number 69. House number 69." I say.

He walks back with me. He is either solicitous or suspicious.

"Doesn't look like it exists." he says, then pauses. "Funny. I never saw that before."

And bang in front of us is a red door with a bright luminescent green 69 painted on it.

The six and the nine are off set so that they look like the sexual position it is often referred to. I stare at the door, knowing full well that when I looked here not two minutes ago it definitely was not here.

"Thank you!" I say hoping the security man will just go away, but being a conscientious man he stays, obviously still suspicious of me so I knock on the door.

"Nah. Push that button." the security man says gesturing to a button that wasn't there a few seconds ago. I look sheepish and push the button. Silence.

"Does the person know you are coming?" he asks sounding very suspicious now.

I battle to find a logical answer but I am saved by the speaker suddenly bursting into life.

"Adam! You made it! Do come in dear boy. And thank you Stephen for helping him find it. He is a bit of a klutz. And Stephen?"

"Yes Ma'am."

"You will forget about this incident immediately you walk away. You didn't see door 69 and you didn't see my nephew Adam."

"Yes. Ma'am." the security man says and promptly walks away not looking back while the door swings open.

I walk into what looks like an old English garden with flowers, butterflies, birds and a tinkling fountain. All of this in the midst of a massive drought where water is being seriously rationed.

Aunt Maureen is exactly as I remember her from a big family gathering that I attended when I was ten. Aunt Maureen looked like a thirty something woman then and she looks pretty much the same now and I am now pushing 25. Aunt Maureen I think to myself looks perfectly fuckable.

As I think this she laughs softly.

"Thank you dear boy. I am glad you think I am perfectly fuckable. Magic does help keep the structures well oiled you know. Now come and join me for tea and scones on the veranda."

She will not allow me to say why I am visiting till we have had tea and scones. "Ayrshire cream is the only cream to have you know." she says waving her hand at the huge spread of scones, cream and strawberry jam.

"Now, dear boy. Please help yourself and while you do please tell me all the gossip.

"No, not about why you are here, but everything else. Is that bad man Bob still bobbing on little Alice? She looks so fragile and Bob is just such an oaf that I fear for her physical dismemberment by him."

"They are still married and he is a perfectly uxorious husband and she bosses him around terribly. They have five children and Alice looks perfectly.."

"Fuckable?" she asks before I can finish my sentence.

"No! I mean she looks perfectly happy."

"And your mother. She still as scornful of us Shadow Land refugees?"

"She never refers to the the Shadow Lands. Not in my hearing anyway."

"And she practices no magic?"

"Nothing."

"Strange it is. She was one of the finest practitioners and now she has completely cut herself off from her heritage."

"If the problems I have been facing are the reasons she has cut herself off then I don't blame her. The Shadow Lands people have been harassing me mercilessly for years now."

"And why do you think that is?"

"I have no idea. But I wish that they would stop."

"They won't. They need you. They need your power and while you are vulnerable they will keep coming back. Your Ma should have taught you all this years ago, but she opted out. Have you told her of your dreams and of their visitations?"

"No."

"Why ever not?"

"Because the incidents are mainly highly sexual and she does not like discussing sex with anyone."

"Except?" Aunt Maureen leaves the question hanging open.

I stay quiet.

"Except when someone is ploughing her fields? And then she tells the world?"

Having grown up in a small house with a mother who, to put it bluntly is a screamer I know exactly what Aunt Maureen is talking about so I just nod.

Aunt Maureen just laughs.

"OK. So you are here looking for help?"

"A voice in a dream said I should."

"What dream? Tell me in great and grizzly detail. I do so like the details bit. And if you are worrying about offending me then relieve yourself of that thought. First off I am not your family. It's your mother who calls me Aunt Maureen. I am just Maureen." here she hesitates "Well I have been called other things too but Maureen is the most useful."

So I tell her the whole dream and to my embarrassment the telling of it seems to arouse her.

"Oh, dear. Cathy is such a slut. And she tried to engulf you while you were fucking her, oh sorry copulating with her?"

"I thought she had."

"If she had succeeded then you would not be here talking to me. She failed and that must have pissed her off mightily."

"Who was it that spoke to me in my dream, telling me to talk to you?"

"Who knows? It could have been anyone, but good advice all in all."

"So. Can you help me get away from the Shadow Lands invaders?"

"No. All I can do is teach you to protect yourself from them."

"That is not good news. I want to shot of them."

"Well, it isn't going to happen. For some reason they seem to be very interested in you and they are going to keep on trying till they get what they want from ypu or you see them off. So let's start by teaching you how to keep them at bay."

And for the next two hours I am taught how to cloak myself in a blue cocoon.

"What colour blue?" I aske not unreasonably.

"Don't be difficult. Blue is a colour. Now wrap yourself in a blue cocoon."

I try a sort of Cobalt Blue and Maureen sticks a pin into me from outside.

"Ouch! Fuckit!"

"Wrong blue. Try another!"

We then try Prussian Blue which doesn't work. We then go through the entire gamut of blues and with each failure I get a sharp stab of pain. Soon I am feeling like I have become a pin cushion and despair of ever stopping Maureen from pricking me. Finally in desperation I use Cerulean Blue or rather I imagine a Cerulean Blue cocoon and Maureen's pin doesn't penetrate.

"At last! Took you long enough."

Feeling tetchy I snarl back.

"You should learn some colour theory!"

Which causes her to burst out laughing.

"You just want to be doing the pricking!"

"Yes! And why not?"

"Why not? Because I am a thousand years old. That is why not."

"Any port in a storm!"

"Fuck off!" she says and I find myself in Myrtle Street with Stephen the security guard who looks as if it were an every day thing for people to just appear in the street without warning.

I nod to him and walk purposely to my car and drive off before having to answer any more questions about my presence in Myrtle street.

The visit to Aunt Maureen and the wet dream has left me with a strong urge to go out on the prowl for some willing woman who does not reek of magic and who will allow me access to her body without expecting a permanent commitment.

Jose's Joint is a reasonably good restaurant with a bar that provides music, booze and good hunting for a randy guy like me. The only problem is that the last time I was in Jose's I had bumped into a woman who had successfully hidden her association with the Shadow Lands until it was almost too late.

I escaped somehow, but the exact details of my escape are to this day somewhat blurry but you know how it is when you are really randy? Your brains go directly to your balls and you do some extraordinarily stupid things, like proposing to someone you have only known for less than five hours. It was the same with remembering my escape.

So here I am, in Jose's, a steak in my belly, a beer in my hand and my eyes roving the crowd searching for an easy pick up. Yes, I am lazy. Long serious conversations laden with angst are a serious downer.

On my second scan of the crowd I lock eyes with a platinum blonde who oozes sex and lust. With in moments I am at her side. Now anybody with any sense would suspected a trap, but my brains had taken up residence in my balls and were not to be coaxed out.

"Hi, I am Mabel." she whispers and I am completely overwhelmed.

We talk a bit, we drink a lot and dance long enough to have my cock pressed firmly against her pubic bone. Sorry against her pussy.

"Take me somewhere private so that you can kiss me. Every where." she murmurs in my ear.

Do I run? Do I make my excuses and flee? Not a chance! I take her home. And I kiss her. First her mouth which tastes of cinnamon and she responds with enthusiasm, thrusting her tongue down my throat and rubbing her body against mine.

I move on to he neck, long, soft and swan like smelling of jasmine and then onto her breasts, small and sensitive with prominent nipples. By this time she is moaning and gasping with much enthusiasm.

"Down! Down! Down!" she says pressing my head down until my tongue is firmly in contact with her pussy.

"Yes! Yes!" she chants as I apply my tongue assiduously to her clit. She traps my head between her thighs and grinds away at my face.

She starts to shudder and jerk so I release myself from her thighs and thrust my cock into her streaming pussy.

"Ah! Fuck! Do it!" she yells loudly and I begin to worry about the neighbours.

My concern about disturbing the neighbours does not slow me down much and soon the room is echoing to the sound of rough, uninhibited sex.

Mabel shudders suddenly, clamps her legs over my back and pulls me down onto her.

"Cum in me!" she yells and who can resist such a request so I dump a load into her.

As I am recovering, cock slowly shrinking she chuckles softly.

"And what," she asks "happened to the Cerulean Blue cocoon?"

And I find myself firmly embedded in Aunt Maureen.

"You said no to me! What happened to that decision." I ask amused and angry all at the same time.

"A teacher must test her pupils but I had second thoughts after you left and decided to forget the thousand year difference in our ages because you are so very sexy and that cock of yours is so inviting. Well, a girl is allowed to get distracted and change her mind you know."

She wriggles a bit and suddenly Mabel is back again.

"Cummon Big Boy. You can rustle up another hard-on can't you? I mean it is still early and my pussy needs a good pounding."

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I struggle through the next working day, reliving moments in a wild, tempestuous night in graphic detail and somewhere in the late afternoon I realise that Maureen had not only fucked me hard and well but she had also taught me a lot about the Shadow Lands life almost as a by-product of our lust.

One thing worried me and so the next time I visited Myrtle Avenue I put the question to Maureen who had once again assumed her middle aged woman look.

"What drives Cathy's overwhelming lust for my semen?"

"You come from a long line of Fey practitioners and so you have a deep core of magic in your genes. Cathy is a very ambitious woman and she wants to tap into your power."

"How did she find me?"

"She found your Grandmother Bridey, but too late because Bridey was dead so she jumped a generation and persuaded your sister-in-law Sally to rope you in as a blind date."

"And, what happened?"

"She fell for you. Head over heels. Robert the werewolf was supposed to help her squeeze you."

"And?"

"She chased him away. Wanted to play with you and drain you at her leisure. Problem was that you were too powerful for her to drain on her own and Robert was angry and uncooperative when she finally understood that."

"And so it would seem that she has failed twice?"

"Yes. She spends much time increasing her power to overcome you. You grow in power every time she tries and so she fails. You and she are trapped in a zero sum game and in the end she will be forced to ask someone for help."

"That help will come at a cost of course which is why she hasn't sought help before. However if she does ask for and get that help you will be in trouble because it will no longer be a zero sum game."

"So, I am lost whatever I do?"

"No. You need to unlock your Fey powers and make strong alliances. No one will touch you now because you are undeveloped. And that is why we are talking. Now, are you prepared to take this situation seriously? Or are you gonna hide and wait for the inevitable?"

Of course I reluctantly agree to learn the arcane arts. There dosn't seem to bee any other options.

I end up visiting Aunt Maureen twice a week, Wednesdays and Saturdays and literally going back to school. Incantations, summonings and magical gestures. I mean, all that stuff you saw in Saturday morning cartoons? It was all there. And Aunt Maureen is as strict a teacher as I have ever had. And she refuses to repeat our one time romp.

"No! No! No! No! Only when you are behaving like a decent practitioner and right now an unruly pixie could roll you over! Now concentrate! Hand positions! Fuck! Will you ever become more than a hedge shyster selling snake oil cures to gullible peasants!"

On and on it went. The turning point came when she was teaching me to throw magic balls and more importantly how to block them. After an hour of her throwing increasingly fast and devious balls at me which I would invariably miss and end up being stung I remembered something that a karate sensei talk about the whole time I was training with him and I had never achieved.

"Flatten you mind! Empty mind! Don't think, just react!"

Aunt Maureen hurled another ball at me and somehow the world slowed down to a crawl. I saw the ball leave her hands, slowly coalesce into a solid purple and grey menace, and then slowly fly towards me.

Oh. That is easy! I remember not thinking. I somehow put my hands out in the precise position that Aunt Maureen had demonstrated a dozen times, caught the slow moving ball and flicked it back to her with time to notice that she was over confident and wasn't really watching for a return.

I watched with interest as the ball ambled back to her and struck her firmly in the chest knocking her over.

Things speeded up for me when she yelled.

"Fuck! And about bloody time too."

And I realised I might have hurt her so I rushed across and picked her up

"You OK?" I asked guiltily.

"Bruised I am! Fucking bruised. Now fuck off home so I can recoup my dignity."

Do I go home? No of course not. I sit her in her comfy chair, make her some tea and then when the tea is finished I take her to bed where we spend the rest of the day (and night) celebrating.

As I prepare to leave the next morning Aunt Maureen stops me.

"Wait. You need listen to me, and listen carefully."

I wait, wondering at her seriousness.

"You have learnt all that I can teach you and now, as much as I regret to say this, you must never return to me."

"What? Why? Are you mad?"

"No. I am not mad and as I said, I regret having to say this, but your path lies away from me and into the Shadow Lands."

"Stop talking in riddles. Tell me straight. Please!" I stand looking her as the tears run down her face.

"You are a special person. A special creature. Not quite human, not quite supernatural creature. You are one of the Guardians."

"Guardians? What are you talking about?" I find myself nearly shouting.

"Did your mother ever tell you who your father is?" she asks and I have to think hard.

"Just a couple of indications or rather evasions She had lot of anger, a lot of love and a massive hidden desperation that I should never grow up."

"His name is Graeme."

"Is? I thought he was dead?" I ask.

"No. He is alive."

"I want to meet him." I say. "Tell me how to find him."

"No. He will find you." she pauses. "He will find you soon. He knows you have evolved."

"You will also meet two other men soon and you will work together for the rest of your lives. Now get out of here and let me drink myself into oblivion. And don't ever come back. You won't find 69 Myrtle ever again."

I leave her there, tears in her eyes.

"May the gods protect you." are the last words I ever hear her say.

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I get into my car, close my eyes and collapse, stunned by what has just happened. After a few minutes I open my eyes and find that I am not alone. A man who might look like me in 20 years time is sitting next to me.

"Graeme?" I ask.

He nods.

"How come I only get to meet you now?"

"You get at least 18 years of freedom from your reality. Gives you an anchor to this world."

"And then?" I ask.

"Then you get to face the responsibilities of your ancestry." he says quietly.

"What is this ancestral responsibility that I have never heard of?"

"You come from a long line of Guardians."

"Aunt Maureen mentioned Guardians but wouldn't tell me more." I say. "Possibly I need to be introduced to this concept?"

He sighs softly.

"Yes. Long overdue. A visit is long overdue." he says.

"Long overdue. How do we get there?"

"Get out of the car and stand on the passenger side."

He stands next to me and takes my hand in his which is quite weird and unsettling.

"Don't lean against the car, relax and close your eyes." he says.

"And then?" I ask irritably.

"And then open your eyes again."

I open my eyes to find that the car is gone, the bright morning is also gone and the world is dark.

It takes my eyes a few seconds to adjust and I find myself facing a wall. Not a normal wall that stops at hip or head height but one that seems to stretch upwards into massed roiling clouds. The wall is a shimmering bluish-grey colour and seems to stretch endlessly into the distance in either direction.

The wall is interrupted directly in front of me by a jagged, black crack that looks like it is wide enough for me to fit my hand in.

The crack seems to ooze wrongness like there is rotting meat on the other side of the wall.

"You've heard of the Veil? The thing that grows thin at Halloween and all sorts of nasty things can get through on that night?"

"I have always thought that was a fairy story, a myth."

I look at the Veil.

"That wall is actually the Veil? Veils are thin, diaphanous not solid like that."

"A name is a name nothing more. Get used to it."

"It is cracked. Can the nasties not make it through the crack?"

"Not yet but it is expanding. One of the bigger demons is pushing at it."

"And so? Do we put a stop to this now?"

"Not yet. When the time is right."