Chapter -3 Execution

Oh fuck.

The girl standing in front of him was completely gorgeous. She had the

smiling, innocent face of a well-tanned cheerleader and the soft, lush curves of a

porn star. She was completely naked.

She wasn't human, just like the sexy red-haired girl on the bed behind him.

Wide green bat wings were folded up behind her back. A smaller pair of wings

grew out of her head, just behind her dainty, pointed ears. An equally dainty

pair of green horns grew out of her forehead. The final touch to her daemonic

appearance was provided by a slender green devil's tail, complete with arrowpointed tip.

"You took your time," the red-haired succubus on the bed said. "I've

already finished mine."

"I was busy." The green-haired succubus replied. Her wide green eyes

sparkled and Phil wasn't so sure he wanted to know what 'busy' meant. The

succubus smiled hungrily at him. "So what do we have here?"

"Baby warlocks, playing with things they don't understand," the succubus on

the bed replied.

The green-haired succubus stared down at the line of an arcane chalk circle.

It was supposed to restrict her to the bed and force her to obey his commands.

"I see," she said, lifting a dainty foot over the line. "I doubt this circle would

hold even a feculoid imp. Are you sure they aren't seeking suicide by

succubus?"

"No, they're just really dumb," the red-haired succubus said. "They thought

I couldn't drain them through my ass."

Fuck you, Scrote, you lying bastard, Phil thought. You put Jake up to this.

"That's good," the green-haired succubus said. "I find it very unsatisfying

when they actually want you to drain their life."

"They all want us to suck them dry," the red-haired succubus replied.

"Ultimately."

"Ah, but taking unwilling prey to that moment of sweet surrender is the true

pleasure." The green-haired succubus looked at Phil and smiled. "For both

parties," she added meaningfully.

Run, Phil thought. Run now. The door was only a few metres away. The

east tower was mainly deserted, but if he shouted loud enough maybe someone

from Wargsnouts' security might hear him.

Come on. Run.

His feet refused to move. He was frozen to the spot.

"Look at him," the green-haired succubus said. "The poor baby's practically

shaking in terror. That's so typical of you, Rosa. I bet you sucked his friend dry

without even bothering to introduce yourself first. You're so greedy

sometimes."

"Hmpth," the other succubus, Rosa, snorted. "Next time they might let me

finish a sentence before they push me face down into the covers and fuck my

ass."

Run damn it, Phil thought.

The green-haired girl was right in front of him now. She was a couple of

inches shorter than Phil and looked up at him with bright green eyes.

"Hello baby warlock, I'm Verdé." She put her arms around his waist and

pulled him forward into her embrace. Her green bat wings opened wide and

enfolded him.

A cloud of her exotic perfume surrounded him. It suffused his nostrils and

sent his blood racing while detaching his brain behind a soft focus filter. She

pulled him close, squashing her full breasts against his chest as her wings rubbed

against his back like a latex skin. She teasingly rubbed her mons against his

crotch.

"I'm going to fly your body straight to heaven," she said, flashing him a

sunny smile.

And take my soul straight to hell, Phil thought.

Her hands slid up his body until they rested on either side of his face. She

leant up on tiptoes and planted her soft lips on his in a passionate kiss.

Oh fuck. Phil's senses were spinning from the close proximity of her

presence. She radiated waves of lust that subsumed him and drowned all

conscious thought. All he could hear was the rushing sound of his blood

pounding in his ears. He knew she was deadly and had seen what her friend had

done to Jake, but he still couldn't bear to break out of her embrace.

And they thought they could control this?

Verdé broke off the kiss with a start. Her delicate nostrils shrank as she

sniffed the air around Phil.

"Oh Rosa, I think our baby warlock is a virgin."

Phil's face burned with embarrassment. He hadn't told anyone, how could

he? He was eighteen and still hadn't made it with a girl. It was because of this

he'd agreed to go along with Jake's dumb plan in the first place.

"I'm…uh…kind of shy around girls," Phil mumbled.

"Oh baby warlock," Verdé said, kissing him lightly on the cheek. "We'll

soon get that sorted out. I do love making virgins go pop."

"And pop and pop and pop." A husky whisper close to his ear and the

feeling of two soft globes pushing against his back announced the other

succubus had got up and was standing right behind him. Two hands came

around and gently played with his nipples. He was sandwiched between the pair

of them.

"You don't mind sharing a little taste," Rosa said. Her soft tongue ran up

Phil's neck and tickled his ear.

"Hmm, you did hog yours without leaving any for me," Verdé said.

"Oh please, just a couple of pops. I'll make it up to you."

"Okay, but we take it slow. I want to savour this one and I know how greedy

you are."

The tongues of the two succubi met and tangled over Phil's shoulder. He

shuddered as he realised they were discussing him the same way a butcher might

discuss carving up a choice hunk of meat.

"Two succubi at once, you're a lucky boy, baby warlock," Verdé murmured

into his lips. "You get to go out in real style."

Verdé's hand groped down into his crotch and her touch cracked like

electricity as she played with his balls and cock.

"We're going to do to you every filthy little thing you ever wished you could

do with a girl," Rosa whispered in his ear.

Phil's arousal battled with his fear. His balls and cock were excited—they

knew he was finally getting some sex before he reached his nineteenth birthday.

His brain was terrified—it knew he wouldn't be reaching his nineteenth

birthday. His body was the battleground as the competing emotions quivered

and shivered through his flesh.

"What do you want first, baby warlock?" Verdé asked, staring up into his

eyes with her clear emerald eyes.

For them to let him go, his brain thought.

His arousal won. His lips whispered, "Blowjob."

Verdé smiled and pouted her full and exquisitely soft green lips. "You want

to feel these wrapped around your cock?"

She pushed back her lower lip and let it rub behind a very long and sharp

looking incisor.

They did have fangs, Phil thought. An icy current of fear flowed through his

veins. He wasn't sure he wanted his cock anywhere near her mouth.

She kneeled down in front of him and gently gripped the base of his cock.

She gave the tip of his erect member a lick with her long tongue, scooping up a

little dribble of pre-cum.

"Please don't bite me," Phil pleaded.

He couldn't back away; the other succubus had her arms around him and was

holding him in place.

"You'll change your mind on that," Rosa whispered in his ear. He felt two

light pinpricks resting on his shoulder.

"Ready, baby warlock?" Verdé smiled at him. "Here I come."

Phil wasn't ready. There was no way he could ever be ready for this. She

wrapped her hot lips around his cock and swallowed him right down until he felt

the warm tissues of the back of her throat grip the end. Then she sucked in her

cheeks and began to bob her head up and down.

Oh fuck, that was incredible, Phil thought. Her lips felt so soft as they

brushed down the length of his cock. Inside her mouth, her tongue wrapped and

twined around his cock like a snake.

The sensation was so overwhelming Phil thought he was going to come

straight away, but she didn't fellate him for long before releasing his cock from

the hot prison of her mouth.

"That should be hard enough," she smiled.

She gripped his cock again and brought it back to her lips, but this time she

didn't swallow it. Instead she only opened her mouth a little, enough to show a

single slender fang.

Oh fuck, she was going to bite him, Phil thought.

She didn't. Instead she slowly inserted her fang into his japseye, careful not

to break his skin. It was an odd sensation as the fang entered his urethra. She

squirted a warm liquid through the fang and Phil felt it run down the inside of his

cock, spreading fizzing bliss in its wake.

"Succubus venom," Rosa whispered in his ear. "It will keep you hard all

night and make sure your balls never run out of cum. It will also drive your

senses into ecstasy."

Phil didn't hear her. A warm oil was gently sliding down the inside of his

cock and fireworks were exploding in his brain.

Verdé took his twitching cock back in her mouth and began to vigorously

bob her head back and forth. She stared up at Phil with bright green eyes as her

soft lips kissed up and down his member.

The sensation was too much. Her venom reached the base of his cock and

soaked into his balls, sending livid red firecrackers sizzling up his nerves. He

shut his eyes as he felt the muscles in his calves and buttocks tighten like

overwound springs.

"I think he's about to pop," Rosa said.

Oh fuck, he was going to explode.

Verdé swallowed him deep into the back of her throat. Then she bit into the

base of his cock with her fangs. At the same time Rosa sank her fangs into his

shoulder.

Phil didn't feel any pain. He didn't even feel their fangs enter his body. All

he felt was the warmth spreading through him as their venom entered his

bloodstream. His eyes rolled up and he grunted involuntarily as a monstrous

orgasm crashed through his body like a cyclone. His hips jerked forward as his

cock spurted deep into the back of her throat.

She moved with him and greedily drank down his sperm with muscular

movements of her throat. The orgasm went on and on as her pointed tongue

tickled the underside of his throbbing cock.

She sucked harder, gripping his cock with her lips. Phil's cock kept spurting

and he felt like he was emptying his entire body down her gulping throat.

The succubus suddenly pulled her head away, snapping the energy conduit

between them.

"Oh, I nearly got carried away there, baby warlock," she said, licking her

lips.

Phil fell back. His legs felt like they were made out of rubber bands. He

would have fallen had the red-haired succubus not supported him. Their venom

ran through his veins like fizzing champagne.

"Whatever happened to taking it slow," Rosa said. "He's half empty

already. He won't make it past missionary at this rate."

"How much venom did you put in him anyway?" Verdé retorted. "If I fuck

him like this the only pop will be his brain coming out of his ears."

Phil was shaking in the other succubus's arms. His cock was so hard it hurt.

A fire was ablaze in his body. The flames warmed rather than burned, but

consumed him nonetheless.

"We need to let him release outside our bodies," Verdé said.

The two succubi exchanged sly smiles.

"Titty wank!" they laughed together.

Verdé stayed on her knees and crawled up his body until her chest was level

with his crotch. He gasped as his hard cock was squashed between the soft

pillows of her breasts. Verdé cupped her breasts in her hands and began to move

them up and down. Behind him Rosa pushed her body against his, forcing him

to thrust into the lush valley of Verdé's cleavage.

Phil closed his eyes in pleasure as he felt her soft breast flesh smother and

move against his cock. He fell back and let Rosa support his weight. Her own

soft breasts squashed against his back.

A cool slippery liquid flooded around his cock. Phil opened his eyes in

surprise. Strands of glistening fluid led from Verdé's nipples to his cock.

"You didn't think our breasts contained milk, did you?" Rosa whispered in

his ear.

Verdé smiled and buried his cock in the lubricated channel of her cleavage.

She made little noises of pleasure as she rubbed her upper body up and down

against him. The lubricating oil coated Phil's cock in a tingling sheath.

Another massive orgasm was rising within him. He could feel it start,

twitching, in his toes and rise inexorably up his legs as his cock glided

effortlessly between her two soft pillows.

"I think he's going to pop," Rosa said.

"Ugh," Phil grunted. The orgasm burst from him and he watched his cock

spurt a thick rope of semen up between her breasts. It spattered her chin and fell

back across her chest in sticky strands.

"Told you."

"Yum, tasty," Verdé said, standing up and licking sperm off her chin. "What

shall we do next, baby warlock…ooo."

Verdé's eyes popped wide in surprise. Her cheeks flushed in arousal.

"You let me lick that tasty virgin cum off your breasts," Rosa said.

"Ooo," Verdé answered. Her eyes closed in pleasure. She stepped back and

Phil saw Rosa's tail had crawled up between Verdé's thighs and was pumping

back and forth within her. Wet juices were already dripping down the tail and

the inside of Verdé's tanned thighs.

"Have a rest and enjoy the show," Rosa smiled. She transferred Phil's

weight to the bed behind her and he fell down like a raggedy doll with cut

strings. His knees felt like they'd been replaced with two cups of jelly. He lay

on his side on the bed, unable to gain any control over his quivering legs.

Still working her tail up and down Rosa pulled Verdé to her and began to

lick Phil's semen off her breasts, letting her long red tongue playfully linger

around each nipple. Rosa's eyes closed in ecstatic bliss at the taste of Phil's

ejaculate.

"You sneaky slut!" Verdé said, her own tail whipping around behind the redhaired succubus.

"Not the ass! Not the ass! Ooo…"

Both succubi fell to the floor in a confusing tangle of flesh, bat wings and

thrusting tails. The musky odour of their sex filled the air.

On the bed Phil was still trying to recover from the after-effects of the two

orgasms and the succubus venom fizzing through his veins. The weakness he

felt was a result of the energy Verdé had drained from him and it would only get

worse if he let them take him to another orgasm.

This was his best opportunity to escape, he realised, while the two succubi

were occupied with each other.

Come on legs, work dammit, Phil thought. He tried to will them to lift him

off the bed and walk towards the door. Instead they only twitched

spasmodically.

Looked like he had to do this the hard way then.

He rolled off the bed and began to crawl towards the door.

Behind him the air was filled with a musky tang as the succubi continued to

pleasure each other.

"Hey, no magic. That's chea…ooooo…"

Come on, Phil thought, gripping the rough stone floor and pulling himself

towards the door. Not far now. Come on.

He knew he hadn't done much with his life so far. He knew he'd been an

underachiever, content enough to let the flow of life carry him along like a piece

of flotsam and jetsam. He knew he'd let himself follow in the slipstream of

other people, too content to let them make his decisions for him.

When Wargsnouts had approached him, told him he was blessed with the

spark to be one of the select cabal that hid within the shadows of humanity, he'd

gone because anything had been better than flipping burgers.

"Aaa…"

"Ooo…"

The succubi moaned, lost in the throes of mutual ecstasy as they pleasured

each other.

Come on, Phil thought.

So what if he hadn't done anything with his life so far. It didn't mean he'd

never do anything with his life. At some point he'd figure out what to do with it.

He wanted that future.

Come on, dammit!

"Hey, our dinner is getting away."