.:Logical-Lust:. XtreXmeX - Tales of The Crimson Succubus, by Carmine

Princess Lita

Enchanting and virginal, Princess Lita clung to a most secret imagination, one filled with wantonness and devilry. Such desires brought forth Crimson Succubus, who took the fragile girl and began to mold a most delicate corruption.
Harnessing Lita's innate purity, Succubus hopes to create a ratiocinative, diabolical woman, one capable of wielding
immense power with great control.

Nina

Of Nubian descent, Nina is principal thrall to Crimson Succubus. During her great travels, Succubus visited the kingdoms
of Egypt on many occasions, and during one such visit the she-devil made a pilgrimage to Gebel Barkel, the flat-topped
holy mountain located in Napata. The Egyptians believed that the great god Amen-Ra lived within the mountain, and they erected several temples in his honor. But the Nubians knew well that even older gods thrived there, and despite Egyptian attempts to quell such worship, the Nubians remained defiant and stalwart.

While exploring the secrets of Gebel Barkel, Succubus seduced Nina, who was a great priestess of a secret order lost to antiquity. Little of what the two exchanged is known, but Nina abandoned the mountain and became constant companion
to the she-devil.

Do What Thou Wilt

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Eyes shut, Warlock Thorn clasped his cock so hard the bulbous helmet turned dark purple. With quick strokes he teased the shaft until it burned.

"Stop pleasing yourself!" a voice commanded.

"It is Aiwass' will," he spat. "Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law!"

His chest heaved as something wrapped itself around his face. Erratic breaths blasted from his flared nose as suffocation took its toll. His cock spurt, its seed falling flat. Able to breathe again, Thorn opened his eyes and gasped.

"Love under will," Crimson Succubus said grinding her cleft into his face again.

Lament
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Through a graveyard strolled two women, one whose feet never touched the ground. As they neared a crypt, one turned to the other.

"You asked me once," Katrina began, "how it was that my well of lust overflowed while my heart remained barren. The answer is behind those doors."

Nina smiled as she brushed golden tresses from the vampire’s face. "You have no love for me?"

"Tarry not. The construal awaits."

Inside the crypt, Nina stared at its singular casket. Dust obscured the name on the box, so she let it be.

Outside, Katrina watched flowers wilt under her feet.

One Final Temptation
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For untold time, the Evil One hounded the Nazarene's every step as he wandered through the wasteland. However, Satan grew weary and ultimately abandoned his quarry to the sand and the scorpions.

But then Crimson Succubus strolled by Christ's side. At dusk one torrential evening she knelt before him.

"Lord, hear me."

"I have endured your father's myriad temptations. You cannot appeal to my divine nature."

"And what of man?"

"I shall die upon the cross for man."

"As a man?"

He nodded. She rubbed against him, her goat-like horns prodding his loins.

"Prove it," she implored, licking moist lips.

Old Scratch

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Saint Anne sat on a rumination rock, fingers between soft thighs. Out of the darkness emerged Crimson Succubus.

“What disturbs you, dearest?” the she-devil asked.

“A war rages within. Urges bubble to the surface—desires every woman has. And yet, my Lord asks that I refrain from such impulses. What happens to an itch that lingers?”

“We breathe because we must.” Succubus suspired. “We breathe deeply because it feels good.

Succubus lifted Anne’s frock, parted her thighs, and flicked her forked tongue upon the nun’s engorged cleft. Anne took a breath and held it, her eyes wide.

“Scratch,” Succubus implored.

Just Walking

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Steel-tipped heels tapped against granite, their resonance within the great hall waking Count Barlo. Across the megaron walked Nina dressed in nothing but a pair of thigh-high boots.

Nina dropped to one knee. Barlo watched as she reached for the boot's laces nd pulled them tight, twisting them so as to form a first knot. After another twist, she pulled them even tighter. She then stroked the boot's length, long fingernails screeching against tanned leather.

"You there," Barlo beckoned. "What are you doing?"

Nina stood up, the tuft between her thighs saturated with morning dew.

"Just walking, my dear count."

In Mockery of the Angel of Death

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The she-demon Naamah knelt before the Dark One. In her blistered hands she held some dust.

"What is this?"

"I trod upon the Earth, and it beseeched me, do not take anything from me to make someone who will be punished forever."

Before the Dark One could show his displeasure, Crimson Succubus crawled into the megaron. The she-devil's body glistened with gobs of an alabaster fluid.

"And this?" the Dark One roared.

"I trod upon the Earth, and from the men I commanded: Deliver up your souls."

The Dark One grinned. "With this shall I mold my minions of clay."

The Estuary

Lord Draco gasped as Crimson Succubus mounted his member. Draco made several furtive thrusts, but the she-devil would have none of it. She pinned his arms to the stone altar and clamped her thighs against his hips.

"Bite me." Succubus leaned forward and offered a breast.

Draco teased her nipple with sharp teeth.

"Weakling!" She roared. "Draw blood!"

Furious, Draco tore into her breast, his clenched teeth bringing away flesh. Moments later, he relinquished his seed.

"Now," whispered Succubus. "We shall become the estuary between heaven and hell."

When the cock's brackish fluid touched her wound, angel and devil burned.

Sucking on her middle finger, Crimson Succubus watched as Lord Draco eased a well-lubricated hand and part of his forearm into the engorged cleft of her servant Lydia. The neophyte gasped as the venerable warrior closed his hand and slowly began to move the fist to and fro.

"Thor's hammer!" Lydia screeched.

"More likely a demon's cock," Lord Draco sneered as he increased each thrust's momentum.

"Not likely," the she-devil crooned.

"Why say you that, mistress?"

Lydia looked over and beamed when Succubus held up a pinkie.

"Why else would I spend my existence on such an otherwise dismal plane?"

Father Warden watched as men entered a shack reputed to belong to the village harlot. When a man emerged from the abode, his trousers were stained. Having seen enough, the cleric stormed into the shack.

"Sinners!" he screamed.

But there was no woman inside. Instead, he saw a man insert his member into an incantation bowl. Moments later, he withdrew, the remnants of his seed evident on a withering cock.

"What sorcery is this?" Warden gasped.

"Wickedness possesses many forms," whispered an old man suddenly at the priest's side. "And so we feed her and placate the virile amongst us."

Sitting on a stool, Lydia watched Lord Draco stroke his top-heavy cock. From a bowl the young woman mixed the sap of the sapodilla tree with resin taken from a mastic tree. She then started chewing the amalgam.

As Draco pushed his hips outward, Lydia blew a large round bubble. The gray orb clashed against the tip of Draco's member. With a singular thrust he popped the globule.

Lydia shuddered as climax claimed her.

"Well," she said peeling some of the gum off her face, "let me nip that sticky stuff off you."

"Bless the Greeks and Mayans," Draco grunted.