Sequel to
A Succubus and a Priest
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Caleb reverently closed the book of scriptures on his desk and reflected on what he had read for a minute. The smell of hearth smoke and the chirping of crickets intruded through the ajar window. The village was getting ready for sleep. He was growing used to living here, but on balmy summer nights like this, an inexplicable unease would grip him, forcing him to seek solace in the teachings of the goddess.
It seldom helped.
Sighing, he extinguished the guttering candle on his desk and trudged upstairs. Human minds were weak and fallible, even those of goddess's servants. It wouldn't do him any good to dwell on this strange anxiety.
Up in his bedroom, he shrugged off his priest's cassock and washed up in the basin. Walking up to the window, he closed his eyes and inhaled the night air. The breeze dried his damp hair, carrying the noises of the village and the adjacent forest. Much like reading the scriptures, listening to the night had become something of a ritual, although what he was trying to hear, Caleb couldn't say.
Distant thrumming drifted to his ears, gradually growing closer. Frowning, he scanned the starry sky. It sounded like the beating of wings--enormous ones--but the village was far away from the mountainous territories of griffins and other flying monstrosities.
A winged humanoid silhouette darkened the stars, and his blood ran cold. A harpy--or worse yet, a succubus? Lurching back from the window, he clasped his hands together and chanted a verse to invoke the goddess's protection.
The wing beats ceased for a moment, then thumped loudly as the unwanted visitor braked and alighted through the window. The chant died in his throat. Crimson eyes set in a face of unearthly beauty. Curved horns arching from fiery hair that cascaded down dusky shoulders. Voluptuous curves artfully wrapped in black leathers. Before him stood a she-devil, a denizen of hell.
The black wings shrank into her shoulder blades with a rustle, and she sashayed closer. "Hello, Caleb." There was something painfully familiar about her sultry voice, although he was certain he had never seen her before.
He raised a hand in a warding gesture. "What do you want of me, fiend? I warn you--"
"Oh, stuff it," the succubus said with exasperated fondness. Pouncing at him, she pressed her plush lips to his.
His nostrils flared at her sweet scent, and his hands rose as if to embrace her. The involuntary reaction of his body shocked him to the core. Then years-old memories rushed into his skull, and he recoiled with a gasp. Guilt, fear, and a deep visceral desire stirred within him.
"
Lilith
," he whispered.
"I missed you so much, Caleb," she purred, stroking his cheek. "Spent so many lonely nights dreaming of being with you again."
"You... you made me forget..." He groaned and clutched his forehead. This had to be a dream, a nightmare.
"Is it hard to remember?" She tutted. "Perhaps I left the spell on too long. Don't worry, I know just the thing to jog your memory."
She led him like a puppet to the bed and seated him down. He only stared blankly as she divested him of his trousers and underwear, his mind reeling. That night two years ago, she had ensnared him, used him, and--
Her hot wet mouth enveloped his cock, jolting him back to the present. She peered at him with upturned eyes as she worshipped him with her tongue.
"D-don't!" Grasping her horn, he pushed her away.
She instead took his cock into her hand and stroked insistently. "I'm simply saying hello in the manner of a succubus. You don't need to do a thing. Don't need to worry. Just sit back and enjoy it."
Lust raged within him; he might've been a priest, but he was also a man, and his body recalled the pleasures she could inflict upon him. A sensuous smile played on Lilith's lips as she reached back to loosen her leather bodice. Her beautiful large breasts bounced free, and she cupped them with a theatrical moan.
Caleb couldn't help but stare and mentally compare reality to his returning memories. She appeared to savor his attention as she extended her inhumanly long tongue and drooled onto her breasts. Leaning forward, she sandwiched his stiffening cock between them.
He hissed in a breath. Her skin was smooth and hot and slick with saliva. Then she began to stroke him, and he swore, gripping the sheets. Lilith giggled throatily and squeezed her breasts tighter.
Desire and guilt warred inside him. Should he fight her? Even if he did, she could paralyze him with a snap of her fingers. Or was that just a pathetic excuse not to resist?
Moaning, he succumbed to the pleasure. The crown of his throbbing cock appeared and vanished between her dusky globes. Her relentless strokes sent blissful shudders up his spine, and his traitorous body rejoiced at the end of his long abstinence.
Lilith moved faster, her slit-pupil eyes fixed on his face. When he started to pant and tremble, she ducked and took him into her mouth. She bobbed her head vigorously until he erupted down her throat with a cry. She greedily swallowed everything and licked him clean before pulling away.
"Your seed is as potent as I recall," she said, flush-faced. "Now I have strength enough to do what I came for. There's someone who wants to meet you--two someones--but they spent all their lives in the lower planes and can't open a portal by themselves yet."
Caleb stared at her as a dreadful suspicion dawned on him. She couldn't possibly mean...
Lilith stood and raked her long-nailed hand through the air. The very space split apart in its wake, and a burning desert appeared as if through an oval window. "Come, my daughters. It is time for you to meet your father."
Caleb gaped in mounting horror as the rift widened to reveal a pair of young succubi amid a blazing landscape. One's hair was red and the other's black, but otherwise the two were spitting images of each other. Upon seeing him, their mouths split into fanged grins, and jostling each other, they squeezed through the rift and tackled him to the bed in a double hug.
"Daddy!" cried the redhead. "Oh, you're just like mother said!"
"Father," said the brunette, nuzzling his cheek. "Finally."
Caleb just lay there, struck dumb. The girls clung to him, the sweet scent of their hair filling his nose and their smooth skin burning against his. Then the redhead's knee brushed his crotch as if by accident, and coming to his senses, he pushed them off.
The redhead's lip trembled. "Aren't you happy to see us, daddy?"
"Now, now," Lilith said. "Your father must be a little overwhelmed since his memories only just returned. Why don't you introduce yourselves first?"
The redhead perked up. "Oh, of course." Kneeling on the bed, she jutted out her chin. "I'm Ruby, the elder. I dreamed of meeting you for so long!" Her eyes were the same brown he saw in the mirror every morning, except with slit pupils.
"I'm Onyx," the brunette said in a more subdued tone. Her eyes were crimson like her mother's. "We're twins, so being older doesn't matter."
Caleb swiveled his gaze from one to the other. Ruby's brown eyes. Onyx's jet-black hair. Their tan skin, a tone halfway between Lilith's and his. No matter how much he loathed to acknowledge it, he saw himself in them. Their heart-shaped faces resembled their mother's, and they were almost as tall, but their figures were slimmer, their horns shorter, and their dress even more perverse: strips of leather crisscrossed over their perky breasts and low-cut thongs.
He shook his head frantically. "You're lying. They--they can't be mine! It's barely been a couple of years."
"Time flows faster in the lower planes," Lilith said. "Two decades passed for us since then. Our daughters are ready to spread their wings."
Ruby giggled. "And our legs."
"Crude as always," Onyx said.
Ruby stuck out her tongue at her. "But true. Don't pretend you weren't playing with yourself every night after mother said she would introduce us to daddy."
