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The Succubus' Tale, Part II.

Those three days spent at my father's home were some of the calmest
I had since I was a very young girl. Somehow, what had happened
in the woods, the tryst between myself and my youngest uncle before
he had delivered me to my father's house for the visit, had sated me,
set me inner self at peace for those three days. My father was pleased
to see me so happy and uncareworn, and I seemed to have boundless
energy.
	As the third day drew to a close, I realized my uncle would be
arriving the next day around mid-day to bring me back to the house. 
I planned to take special care with my appearence, making sure I was
clean andmy hair was plaited away from my face. 
	That evening, in the bedroom at my father's house, I had
retired two hours after sunset and lay in bed in a heavy sleep. I had
no dreams, but I was awoken slowly to a fear that there was someone
else in my bedroom. It was the deep of night; the shutters were well
sealed, and my door seemed still closed in the dimness.  I sat up
in bed, and heard a whispering voice, causing me instant fear and
panic.
	The whisper repeated, this time louder. "Sthethya", the 
voice breathed. I pulled my blanket to my chin and stared into the
darkness. A dull red glow grew brighter and lit the corner of
the room, and there stood a tall creature, frightening and hideous.
I wanted to scream, but the fear kept me in check. The creature
had the lower half of a goat, a broad, dark chest like a Moorish
man, and a face and head much like that of ram, with horns. It
looked somewhat like the pictures of demons shown crushed beneath the
heels of the angels in stained glass windows.  But unlike the church 
portraits of the demons, this one had a massive penis jutting out
from between its haired legs, not quite erect but full and enlarged,
which bobbed up and down and from side to side as the creature shifted
its weight from one cloven hoof to another. The creature did not
advance, but stood staring at me with red, baleful eyes. 
	Finally, a soft, chuffing sound welled from its throat,
and it rasped, "I can taste your fear from here...it is hot, 
metallic, and delightful, but unfitting to come from one such
as yourself, a succubus born to a human woman."
	As the creature had not yet moved, I said nothing, but
found I did not need to, for the creature continued to speak. "You are 
Sthethya, as named, and were born from the womb of a woman impregnated
by a demon. You are of full age now, when your nature may reveal your
true nature to the mortals around you. I am here to warn you and to
give you instruction, for without me you will be at the mercy of mortal
men, and may find yourself suffering needlessly."
	The creature paused then, and its penis pulsed majestically
at the mention of needless suffering, swelling visibly in the diffuse
red glow surrounding it. Continuing, the creature said, "Already
your passions have been awakened, but they are mere shadows of the
madness that will soon visit itself on you, the madness of a hungered
succubus which can reveal itself to mortal eyes if precautions are
not taken." The creature sounded dour, grave, threatening. "I shall
assist you in this, but my assistance does not come cheaply. 
I shall exact a price from you on each visit. But for the cost of the
price, I will give you tools and advice sent from the underworld to aid
you in your survival. Then, later, you shall be given missions to
accomplish which may lead to abatement of your suffering as your 
power grows. We shall discuss that later."
	I shuddered, and tried to assimilate all he was saying. The
horror had abated somewhat, but my fear for myself remained. If all
this creature said was true, I was an abomination, an evil creature,
soon to be hated by all men, including my father. I could not bear
the idea. I found myself staring at the penis springing from the
rough hair of his animal legs, still silent.
	The creature moved then, coming closer, with soft clops of
his hooves on the slate stone floor. I backed up on my
pallet, my shoulders butting against the stone of the wall. The 
creature chuffed once, and then hunched down to crouch beside
my pallet. An overwhelming scent of sulfur and male sweat washed 
through my nostrils, making me nauseus to add to my discomfort.
He pulled the coverlet from my body with a single yank, then
sat back in a crouch, red eyes roaming over my body.
	"Who are you?" I managed to ask. He chuffed another 
sound, probably a laugh. 
	"I am Gretzk, a demon of some rank in the underworld." He
reached out a dark claw towards my chest and a scream nearly
burst past my lips, but he merely lifted the thin cloth of my robe
away from the swells of my breasts. With a lift and tear, the robe
parted to fall away from my flesh, leaving me exposed and frozen
in fear.
	I stammered, "What is this price you demand?" His scent grew
stronger now, as his rough finger-pads smoothed over my skin, 
touching my breasts, moving downward to roughly nudge my thighs
apart and finger at my soft pussy. His scent made me dizzy and my
pussy grew wet immediately under the heat of his fingers. His fingers
were hot, yes, and the steamy foul stench of his breath washed
over me.
	 He growled, "You shall know what the prices are when I 
demand them. Your first price shall be paid with the rape of 
your maidenhead, which shall amuse me and also because your little
cunt must be tainted and baptized with the juice of a demon male for the
task you have before you."
	I squeaked, "Task?" My legs fell apart involuntarily, offering up my
small clit to his  probing fingers. His breathing grew deep and
dangerous, like a rutting bull, but still his touch was relatively
gentle as he teased me into an incredibly aching wetness. My unholy
desire was compounded by the heated, metallic and unwholesome scent of
his maleness overwhelming my senses.
	He grunted, "In time you shall know what your first task
shall be. But now, I will consecrate your inner flesh
to the Dark Lord as I bathe you in my cum." His finger eased its way
into my vagina, twisting in up to the knuckle. "Yes, very nice and
tight. This shall hurt you quite a bit." His finger pads suddenly
gripped my clit roughly, and my thighs quivered with the rush of
pleasure and pain. I actually began to hunger for this abomination,
despite my fear. He grunted, "It is time. You are mine tonight," and he
growled in pleasure. The giant cock between his legs lurched and a thin
spurt of clear liquid arced over my body and splattered over my
belly, burning my skin where it landed. 
	He grabbed me by the body and roughly turned me over, so that
my small ass was raised up high in the dim room. I felt rather than
saw him move behind me, and I bit into the tattered piece of my
robe to still any screams that I would make, for there was little
chance that huge organ, as large as my forearm, would be
able to comfortably fit into the confines of my virginal hole.
I had no choice; this rape would happen whether I willed it or
not, and I did will it, perversely. I wanted that big cock up inside me,
rending me apart to still the raging hunger already building deep
within my pussy.
	He chuffed another laugh. "Like that, you look much like your
mother did." I stiffened, then, and he slapped me across the ass. "This
surprises you, whore? Your mother was mine, thirteen years ago. You 
were fathered by a demon, not that mortal you think was your father."
	The head of his cock nudged roughly at my pussy. It was hot,
so hot! It was uncomfortably hot, just short of painful. I bit down into
the fabric of my ripped garment to stifle my cries of pain as it 
forced my inner lips asunder and the bulge of the tapered head popped
within. He grunted, "Does it horrify you to  take your father's cock 
and cum up into your pure little hole? I want you to fear me, it shall
make my pleasure all the sharper.  It shall be my pleasure to sacrifice
the last vestiges of your humanity in the name of my Dark 
dLord and Master." 
	I gasped at the knowledge which ripped into me as sure as his
cock would as it strained to push past the barrier that blocked 
its tapered thickness from proceeding any further. Tears were flowing
from my eyes and I breathed in huge sobs from the pain, from a cock
that felt as if someone had put their whole hand up inside me. It
stretched me impossibly, stinging me like a hot poker. Claws dug into my
hips and asscheeks, and the hairy creature hunched his hips forward
again, hard. The pain burst through me like a falling star, and I
screamed. 
	I felt ripped asunder. The demon howled like a dog in answer to my
scream of pain as his cock slid deeper into his own daughter's vagina,
clearly triumphant in his conquest of my virginity. He wiped his rough
fingers around my pussy and his cock, catching the juices 
and then licking at the flow of blood that he had captured as it was
certainly oozing out from my violated maidenhead. I felt 
the tears dry on my cheeks as the pain began to abate and was
replaced by a dark hunger that drove me to hunch against his cock.
He growled as he licked his fingers clean, and leaned over to grip 
my hair and my shoulder as he began fucking me with that huge cock 
in earnest.
	He chuffed and growled as his hips began to slide side-to-side,
working and stretching my violated pussy with his half-imbedded cock.
 I was helpless under him, impaled on his cock and gripped by the hair
and shoulders to be  used for his pleasure. He hissed, "How does it feel
to be fucked by your real father? Before long, I shall have you fucking
that mortal asleep in the next room. Yes, fucking him over and over,
until he dies. Does that please you?" He slammed into me hard, the tip
of his cock bruising me high inside as he stretched me out with every
thrust.
	I screamed, "No!" at the horror of what he was saying, killing
my own...my adopted father. He growled a laugh, his energy increasing
in a delighted response to my horror. I couldn't help myself but
fuck back at him steadily, so the whole of my room was bathed in the
sound of his fucking as he hunched at me like an animal, and I rose
up to meet his thrusts like a bitch in heat. He yanked back on my hair,
so my throat was bare to the air, and I began to feel his hairy 
legs roughly chafing against my thighs. 
	My demon father-lover growled, "I'm going to dump my seed
in your filthy, bloody little hole now. I fucked your mother like
this while she was sleeping; she thought it was all a dream and
had to fake her virginity to your father with a bit of pig blood
when she found her pussy sore the morning before her wedding!"
His thrusts rocked my small body roughly as he grew more excited,
yet my pussy suctioned at his cock as he battered at my womb. The
back of my thighs began to become sore from the rough bristles of his
thighs. His heavy balls slapping against my pussy excited me, 
	Thrust, pain, thrust, pleasure, thrust, pain. I was teetering
on the verge of an orgasm that was excited more by the pain of 
his evil cock than the pleasure that made my clit twitch. He paused,
reached beneath me, and I screamed anew as he scraped his claw
over my mound beneath him in a strange pattern. He grabbed my hair
again and began thrusting harder. He growled, "Enjoy your father's cock,
girl.  Mine will be the first in an eternity of male seed you will
 be forced to seek out and take, drink, on your knees and back for the
service of any and all who come to take you. A common whore bound to 
service dirty mortal men for her entire life." I cried out at that, and
his pleasure was clearly peaking. "Dirty." he half-screamed, "Filthy
bitch whore, take your own father's seed in your greedy cunt like
your mewling mother did when I fathered you!"
	He thrust once, twice, and roared. Jets of noxious seed
burst from his cock in swelling waves that squirted back out of my
pussy with the sheer scalding volume of it. Waves of despair coursed
through me as I screamed out my own orgasm in a painful, unnatural
response to the burning agony shooting into and squirting out of 
my once-virginal pussy. Claws dug into my shoulder as he continued
to pump and thrust, making sure every corner, every crevice and niche
in my cunt would be coated thickly with his poison. Finally he pushed
me away so I lay flat on the pallet, sobbing softly.
	"Whorebitch Sthethya," he muttered, and moved to my head.
His hand gripped my hair and brought my face to his dripping penis.
"Clean me with your tongue."
	I opened my mouth and he thrust the tapered tip of his cock within, and
then a squirt of the vile-tasting cum shot into my mouth, 
something he was clearly saving just for my tongue. This cum had
no effect on my passions, not like my uncle's cum had. I gagged as
his cock fucked in and out of my mouth roughly for a moment. 
He let out a snort and pushed me away. He slapped
my ass as I lay face-down and dripping on my pallet. "I shall save
the violation of your sweet ass for my next price for my lessons on
how to suck a cock correctly." He stood to his full height over me, but
I was too weak and dazed to move, yet I was filled with a loathing
and hatred of this creature like nothing I had ever felt before.
I heard a clink, like that of a coin, fall near my face on the stone. He
said, "Your payment, bitch. That is an amulet to help you stave off 
some of the outward signs of your true nature, whoredaughter." He
chuffed out a laugh. "If I were you, I'd bathe by the light of the
waning moon tonight, to wash the demon-taint from your skin, or the
priests will smell your dirty, sinful cunt from a mile away. Wear that
thing around your neck while you bathe by the moon, and you shall find
some relief."
	I fell into a lapse of unconsciousness, the ache and burning
in my cunt slowly abating. I felt filthy and violated. My own father,
if that was what he was, had just fucked me like he must have fucked
my mother. My poor, beautiful mother. I no longer wondered what 
must have killed her. It must have been linked to me. And I hated
that bastard, and vowed some revenge on him, someday.
	I later bathed in the back of the house by the light of the moon. After
washing the demon taint from my pussy, I felt a bit better.
The next morning, the man I had once thought was my father gave me a
bright, cheerful smile as he woke me from my nightmarish sleep. I was
convinced my encounter the evening before had been a dream, until I
found the ripped and bloody gown, and found the five-sided pentagram the
demon's claws had scarred into the soft flesh of my pussy mound while he
paused in his rape.
	I limped about the entire morning, feigning illness. The ache inside my
cunt was barely a balm for the emptiness that I found where I
thought my heart would have been. I believed that the demon had
taken more than my virginity when he raped me.

Next: The trip home, and other prices are exacted.

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