Darkstalkers - Aensland Chronicles

The Aensland Chronicles
Part Two: Shikima Life
By Ron Hin Mor Morrigan Aensland and other Darkstalker characters belong to Capcom.
The Shikima characters (the Royals, anyway) are from the series La Blue Girl, and I can't remember the company that owns the rights just now. I suppose it doesn't really matter as long as I admit it's not me. :P

I didn't start out to make this a lemon, but I'm beginning to realize that
not having a story like this become a lemon is next to impossible, but I
intend to try.

Even if I succeed, this is still a story about succubae: lust demonesses.
There is, therefore, an awful lot of sexual content being discussed h if if
not actual graphically-described sex scenes. In addition, talking about
life in Hell and the day-to-day business of demons and demonesses creates a
lot of imagery that most people would find at least a little disturbing,
myself included.

Consider yourself warned.

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As Morrigan, Queen of the Night, recounted the day her mother had cast her
down to the Shikima, she grew silent and morose, turning her back to him as
they lay together in her lover's bed. He laid a tender hand on her naked
shoulder, offering what comfort he could.

"Here now. It can't 'ave been too bloody awful. After all, ye'r 'ere now,
so ye must 'ave esc tha that 'orrible place at some point, right?"

"That's nae what I'm thinking of, ye Fool." Morrigan said softly, without
heat. She always called him by that appellation, more because he claimed to
love her than for any other reason. After a time, he'd come to regard it as
a term of affection.

He blinked at her back. "Then what's gotten ye all depressed now?"

Morrigan kept her silence for a long moment, then looked at him over her
shoulder. Her eyes seemed worried, unsure, as if trying to decide if she
could share what she felt with this mortal man. Living in the demon realms,
to show weakness to anyone, even a longtime friend, is to invite them to hurt
you. Hell is a harsh place to live, even for demons.

Finally, she turned away from him again and spoke quietly. "I be thinking
about how me mother cast me down, to be tormented for the rest of me days.
I think... that until that point, there'd been a part o' me that 'oped it was
all some big trick o' hers to frighten the wits outta me, or to challenge me
to become stronger. I ne'er really thought me own mother would do that to
me."

"Ye 'oped that she actually loved ye." He said softly.

Morrigan snorted. "No. I ne'er been *that* delusional!" She sighed.
"But... I might have dared to 'ope that she never 'ated me quite so much
as that."

Her lover was silent. What could he say? If Morrigan's mother had been
human, he could have said boldly that no mother in the world could ever
really hate her own daughter.

But Morrigan's mother had not been of this world; she'd been of the one below.

All he could think to do for her was to change the subject. "So then...
what 'appened next? Was that Shikima realm as bad as folks said?"

Morrigan actually gave a small chuckle. "No, that be the funniest part! Me
mother's great revenge on me, and it turned out to be not so bad at all! Ye
see, all the stories people told about the Shikima sort o' got exaggerated a
bit each time they passed from ear to ear. Soon enough, they'd been blown
up into tales of 'orrible monsters that could frighten even the likes of
demonesses such as us. Course, I dinnae be knowin' that when I first arrived..."

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The uncountable tentacles eventually dragged her all the way through the
long, long tunnel. It had been a journey of more than an hour, and she
suspected that it twisted about in several directions, like a knotted
string, rather than a straight drop, but it was hard to tell for certain.
She couldn't tell up from down as the tentacles steadily pulled her limp
body through the darkness.

The fight had gone out of Morrigan some time ago.

Gradually, Morrigan noticed that she could dimly see the tentacles once
again, as they quickly passed her along. She could only make out their
silhouettes in the darkness for a while, but then their colour faded in. It
was growing brighter, and Morrigan was relieved.

Being a demoness, or half-demoness at least, Morrigan naturally had no fear
of the dark. It was the things in the darkness she feared, and wisely so.
Most of Hell glowed with a red light. The light was entirely ambient,
having no apparent source, except in those places where the Flames of Hell
burned. Morrigan had heard rumors that, on the ninth level of Hell, where
the Prince of Darkness resided, there was no light at all.

Morrigan had always been grateful to live on the sixth level. There, at
least, you could see your enemies coming.

When the tentacles finally tossed her out the far end of the tunnel, she
found that it was more a cave on this end, set horizontally in the rock face.

This end was also guarded.

Two Shikima demons carrying spears blinked at the frightened young succubus
who had just been tossed at their feet. She in turn, blinked at them.

They were not nearly as fearsome as she had imagined. They were both
slightly different. One was a standard human-type minor demon with red
skin. He had small horns sprouting from his forehead, and his ears and nose
were just slightly too large and pointy to be human. The other was a
blue-skinned minotaur-type minor demon. His horns were slightly longer, and
curled downward from his temples. He had big floppy ears and a cow-like
muzzle, complete with a large ring through his nostrils. He stood upon two
cloven-hoofed feet. They both wore some sort of long-furred garment about
their waists, the fur dyed to match their skin colours, and stood at a
height of about six feet (not exactly an intimidating stature, as demons
measured things).

"Hey Bob," the blue one asked the red one in confusion, "What do ya make of
this?"

"I dunno, Tony." The red one replied, equally confused. "She don't look
like no human girl, what with the wings and all. You reckon she's one o'
dem succubae girls?"

"Guess so." The bull-demon snorted. "Dat's where dis tunnel is s'pposed to
go to anyhow: the succubae realm."

"What do ya figure we ought to do wit' her?"

The two Shikima looked at each other in confusion. Morrigan looked at them
with an equally confused, but slightly more nervous look. She was rested
now, so perhaps she could fight them. She didn't dare use her last soul to
form a Soul Fist attack, but maybe she could beat them off with her martial
arts skills. They didn't look very strong, so maybe...

Morrigan's wary train of thought was cut off when both Shikima threw down
their spears and knelt before her.

"Mistress Succubus! Could we please, please fuck you?" The red one, Bob, begged.

"Yeah, can we?" The blue one, Tony said. Theth bth bent low, nearly
touching their heads to the ground in supplication.

Morrigan blinked. "Huh?"

"PLEEEEEASE!" They both groveled.

"I... I don't understand." Morrigan confessed. "Aren't you going to rape
me against my will?"

"Oh no, Mistress Succubus! We would never dare! We know our place." Bob
assured her, as he tried not to drool over her naked form.

"I don't get it." Morrigan blinked. "I've never been to the Shikima realm
before, or heard of anyone who has."

The Shikima glanced at each other and sat up, but remained kneeling.

"I don' t'ink she knows what it's like down here." Tony rumbled to his
friend. "You're smarter, Bob. You explain it."

The red-skinned Shikima scratched his head. "Huh! Geez, where do I start?
To begin wit', we ain't got hardly any females 'round dis place. We Shikima
are almost an entirely male class of demon. Sometimes mortal women get sent
down here from time to time, but that's pretty rare, an' dey usually end up
escapin' or bein' rescued, or gettin' taken to some other part o' Hell by
stronger types of demons. The only mortal woman to stay around fer a long
time is da King's consort, and he ain't the type what likes to share, if you
get my meaning." Bob sighed deeply. "We're sex demons, but we don't get a
chance to fuck anywhere near as often as we'd like, so we're kinda hard up
all the time."

"So... you don't rape succubae when they get thrown down here?"

"No way! For one ting, that only happens about once a millennium, an' for
another, any succubus who came down here would probably rip us to shreds if
we weren't extra nice to her."

Morrigan blinked. Actually, that explained a lot. Demonic society wasn't
defined by depravity (at least not in a descending order) it was defined by
strength. "So... you're saying that all Shikima are weaker demons than
succubae?"

Bob nodded readily. "Well, maybe not the King. He's awfully damned strong.
But for the most part, yeah. Ain't no Shikima stupid enough to try
forcin' a succubae to do *anything*!"

"So, can we fuck ya? Can we?" Tony pleaded. "We'll be real gentle-like,
we promise!"

"Or even a little rougher, if that's your taste, but we won't hurt you."
Bob added.

The feeling of surreal disorientation had not yet left the 15-year-old
succubus girl as she replied. "Well... um... sure, I guess..."

The two minor demons leapt to their feet with cries of joy. Morrigan saw
that their erect members now jutted forth from their furry waists,
previously hidden by the long hair. She'd originally taken that fur as some
sort of garment, but she now realized it was part of their own bodies. To
be more specific, this long, thick fur, which encircled their entire waists
and hips, was their pubic hair. Any doubts she'd had tthesthese were rather
weak demons were banished when she saw their cocks. Bob was about eight
inches long, and Tony was nine; practically dickless by sex demon standards,
and probably part of the reason they'd been stuck guarding a portal that
apparently wasn't used much more than once every thousand years.

She was starting to realize the *real* reason succubae society held these
demons in loathing and disgust since time immemorial. It wasn't their
strength or behavior which was beastly, but their biology. Somewhere down
through the millennia, the true reason why succubae avoided the Shikima had
been lost to common knowledge. The ancient succubae probably thought
screwing with Shikima was about as appealing as bestiality.

For sex demonesses, the ancient succubae nobility sure were a bunch of
prudes, Morrigan thought. She herself didn't find anything disgusting about
bedding such hairy males, and these two had shown her a lot of respect,
especially considering she'd begun their relationship by cowering in fear of
them. Almost any other sort of demon Morrigan knew of would have pounced on such vulnerability instantly, manipulating her to their advantage. These
two Shikima hadn't done anything like that.

'Then again,' Morrigan thought with a grin as she slipped Bob's member
between her soft lips, feeling Tony gently slide his own member into her
from behind, 'perhaps they are getting something advantageous out of it at
that.'


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"So," her lover grinned, "were the poor lads any good?"

Morrigan smirked. "Better then ye might think, for lads who supposedly
dinnae get much practice in. I came four times before they wore themselves
out, but I suspect that it might 'ave 'ad more to do with the fact that they
were Shikima than their skills."

"I dinnae understand." He admitted.

"Well now, 'ow can I explain this?" Morrigan pondered aloud, a wry smirk
lighting her lovely features. "There are some demons who's job is to seduce
or tempt living mortal souls with sex an' seduction. Succubae and inccubae
are two of those, but the Shikima aren't any good at that on account of most rtalrtal women would run screaming in terror at the very sight of them,
besides which, I cannae imagine any of them has the patience to go through
with a proper seduction anyway. Other demons (whose names ye could nae ever
pronounce) get the job of tormenting the souls of mortal women by raping
them violently for all eternity. Unfortunately, the Shikima are no good for
that either, on account o' their 'special nature', so there's not a whole
lot the poor bastards are good fer, as far as most of sex-demon society is
concerned."

"An' what's this 'special nature'?" Her lover queried.

"Well now," Morrigan said, smirking slyly, "I suppose I *could* tell ye, but
ye'd be gettin' all jealous over it."

"Aw now! Ye cannae tease me like that an' then tell me nothin'!" He complained.

Her smirk told him that she very well could if she chose to. However, she
decided to share the secret with him.

"The touch o' a Shikima's skin 'as the effect o' an aphrodisiac. It works a
bit slowly on most, but there's not a mortal woman on any plane of existence
who could get fucked by one o' them and not 'ave an orgasm within 30
minutes, even if they were bein' raped an' were scared out o' their minds."

Her lover's eyebrows rose up to touch his curly red hair. "Lucky bastards!"
He muttered.

Morrigan giggled. "Aw now. You're no slouch wit' the means at yer
disposal, me Fool."

"Thank ye kindly, me Love." He grinned. "By the way, ye said 'mortal
woman', an I cannae help but notice, me Love, that you're a great deal more
than any mortal woman. Did the aphrodisiac nae work on ye?"

"Oh, it worked all right, but I could tell right away that I could shake the
effects off in a second if I concentrated."

"So ye fought it then, did ye?"

The Succubus Queen stared at him as though were daft. "Why, in the name of
every 'ell in existence, would I try *NOT* to 'ave four great orgasms? I
was 'aving a grand old time with Bob and Tony!"

He chuckled. "O' course. Right silly of me, that was."

"Truer words, never spoke, ye blasted Fool." She smirked fondly at him.


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As the three demons relaxed after their torrid tryst, things began to get
weird.

It began when Bob and Tony started crying.

"That was da best sex I've ever had in my whole damned life!"

"Me too, man! Way better than those human chicks!"

Morrigan giggled. "I had fun too."

Bob knelt in front of her, bowing low. "Please, Mistress Succubus, may we
have the honor of knowing your name?"

She blinked. The young half-breed was not accustomed to having people
debase themselves in front of her. "It's Morrigan."

"Mistress Morrigan!" Bob cried passionately. "I swear I will follow you
forever! Anything you wish, just name it and it's yours!"

"Yo, same goes fer me!" Tony agreed, bowing deeply as well.

Morrigan had no idea how to handle this. "Uh... I guess."

Bob cried tears of joy. "Thank you, Mistress Morrigan! We will serve you
'till our dying day!"

Morrigan blinked again. "You want to be my servants?"

"Oh yes, Mistress Morrigan! Nothing would please us more!"

She looked from one to the other. "Well I... suppose that's alright."

"Thank you thank you thank you! Please, command us! Tell us what you
wish!"

Morrigan glanced awkwardly from one to another. What exactly did one do
with servants? "Well... I am a little tired. Is there a place around here
where I could sleep?"

Both her new servants stood abruptly. "Come with us, Mistress." Bob said
excitedly. "My house isn't much, but it's cleaner than Tony's."

"Hey!"

Bob ignored his miffed friend. "I hope it will do until we can find you
more fitting accommodations."

Morrigan sighed. "I don't really care. I've just been through the fight of
my life, yanked by tentacles through miles of tunnel, and finally had a very
exhausting bit of play with the two of you (not that I'm complaining). As
long as I have something soft to lie on, I'll be happy."

"You'll have it, I promise!" Bob assured her. "You can use my bed. Tony,
get some extra furs from your place for our Mistress to lie on."

"Okay." Tony grunted.

"You don't need to go to so much trouble..." Morrigan softly protested.

"Nonsense!" Bob declared proudly. "We would do anything for you, our noble
Mistress! We would move Hell for you if we could!"

Silently, Morrigan was grateful they couldn't. She could just imagine how
much trouble she would get into if they tried.

Unfortunately, if Morrigan's strategy for surviving in this new realm was to
keep from making trouble, she was already far too late.

***

The young succubus had fallen asleep almost the moment her head had touched
the soft furs of the stone slab Befereferred to as his bed. Tony had
arrived shortly after and, trying to be helpful, covered her sleeping form
with the furs he'd brought like a blanket.

However, this being Hell (not exactly an arctic climate) even a naked
succubus had little use for a warm fur blanket. She kicked it off in her
sleep almost immediately.

Tony pouted. His friend Bob patted his shoulder sympathetically.

Being extra quiet so as not to disturb their mistress's slumber, the two
waited patiently for her to awaken. They watched as her nude body lay cuddled
on the bed, their eyes wandering over her firmly muscled curves.

"Man... I wanna fuck her again!" Tony rumbled quietly.

Bob smacked him in the head. "Are you crazy?" He whispered sharply. "We
can't ever do that without her permission! She'd beat us both within an
inch of our lives, or worse, she'd leave us! Besides, Mistress said she was
tired. We should let her rest."

"Guess so." Tony sulked. His eyes trailed over the sleeping beauty again.
"Might be easier if we wait somewhere else, ya think?"

Bob glanced again at her voluptuous 15-year-old succubus body, her adorable
face, her soft, pale-green hair...

He swallowed. "Yeah... I think that might be a good idea."

***

Since they no longer felt any need to fulfill their pervious orders to guard
the succubae tunnel, Bob and Tony wandered off a place wherekimakima
typically gathered when they had nothing to do, a place that served copious
amounts of low-quality alcohol. The term 'bar' was not really suitable for
such a place. 'Watering hole' suited it much better, especially since it
was, literally, a hole in the rocky ground. Above the hole's entrance, a
crude (and untalented) picture of a woman's spread legs, with a large drip
from between them, identified the hole. The name of the 'establishment' was
(oddly enoughtherther eloquent considering both the furnishings (or lack
thereof) and the clientele. It was called 'Sweet Nectar', and the reason
its sign was a picture instead of words was that the vast majority of this
lowly class of demons lacked the ability to read demonic language. As far
as the quality of drinks went, the hole did serve beer, mead and ale, but
such elaborate drinks were rarely purchased except on payday. The normal
fare for these low-class sex demons was a type of drink of such low quality,
no human anywhere in the mortal realm would have taken two sips of it, no
matter how miserable or desperate to get drunk they were.

Incidentally, the hole's owner did, in fact, keep a small cask (very small;
about the size of a beer can) of the treasured liquid that his sign advertised,
as a point of pride (and to silence any complaints of false advertising).
However, the price he demanded for a single sip of his most precious possession
was so high, that it would have been cheaper to buy the entire establishment.

Bob and Tony were ordering mead like it was going out of style. Not even on
payday did most Shikima celebrate this hard. Their extravagant behavior did
not go unnoticed for long. Soon, other Shikima (even the bartender) were
crowding around them demanding to know the source of their good fortune.

No, they hadn't suddenly become rich, they drunkenly explained, but they
were so happy that they didn't mind spending their little money celebrating.

What were they celebrating? Well, that was a secret! (Snicker).

Naturally, within an hour, the entire room knew every single detail.

The pot of trouble Morrigan had stirred was beginning to brew.

***

Morrigan awoke slowly, stretching out her stiff shoulders (an action that
Bob and Tony would have very much enjoyed had they seen). She looked sleepily
at her surroundings. Bob's hut (it didn't really deserve the appellation of
a house) was very small, and apparently constructed of slabs of stone that
had merely been pushed together, with a big flat one laid on top. There
really wasn't all that much to the place beyond the stone slab of a bed, a
counter for food preparation, and a toilet (the lattermost being a simple
hole in the ground. Morrigan had no idea where the hole went, but it was
sufficiently deep not to smell too strongly of its purpose). If, as the two
Shikima had suggested, this was the nicer of the two homes, she feared to
see what Tony's looked like!

Still, it wasn't like the Spartanness of it really offended her. Morr
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was used to living without the luxuries her mother enjoyed.

The Lady Aensland was wealthy and powerful, and considered it the highest
shame that the seed of a lowly mortal had taken root in her and produced
Morrigan. She had learned her lesson though, and not once, in all the years
since Morrigan's birth, had her mother so much as touched a mortal since.
While the Lady Aensland was of the nobility, she made it very clear to
Morrigan (several times daily) that her father's filthy human blood more
than negated whatever respectable qualities she might have gained from her
mother. Morrigan was a half-breed; lower than the lowest class of succubae.

As such, Lady Aensland insisted that Morrigan did not deserve any of the
finer things her mother surrounded herself with. Morrigan's bedroom,
despite being quite huge (as it was intended for a member of the estate's
family) had nothing within it but a simple cot to sleep on. The size of the
room, rather than give a feeling of luxury, only emphasized the meagerness
of its only furnishing, by by extension, its occupant.

So Morrigan's bed at home was not a great deal more comfortable than the one
she had just risen from. The toilet she had been made to use however, was
one designed for the servants, at the extreme far end of the hall. It was
simplistic, meant for functionality rather than show, but it was quite
luxurious compared to a hole in the floor. Morrigan was already wondering
if she could manage to squat over it without falling in when her needs
demanded she it. it.

She was not disheartened, however. She had simply decided not to be. She
had desired to be free of Opal and her mother, a goal which had been
achieved, albeit not exactly as she had intended it. One might have thought
she would do at least a little mourning for what she had lost, but as she
considered it, she hadn't really had much to lose in the first place, thanks
to her mother.

This Shikima realm was hardly the nightmare she'd expected it to be (or as
her mother had expected it to be, fortunately). Bob and Tony treated her with a great deal of respect, even reverence. It was something she was completely
unused to, but she found that it was... rather nice. The pair were also
great lovers, possessing great vigor and stamina, as well as (surprisingly
enough) very gentle hands. Her orgasms had been extremely satisfying!

Yes, Morrigan thought, it would not be too unpleasant to try and make a life
for herself here, primitive surroundings notwithstanding.

Morrigan came out of her thoughts as she noticed a dim clamor of voices
coming from outside.

Curious, she moved toward Bob's doorway (their not being anything in the way
of an actual door) and peeked outside.

Her eyes widened as she took in the 30-odd Shikima milling about just
outside. The variety of demonic subtypes represented here was considerable;
there seemed to be no fixed shape that Shikima came in (no pun intended).
The majority were human-like, but she saw one with four arms, and a huge
single eye dominating his head. Another was shaped like a giant egg, with
chitin-like armor plating over most of his body, as well as several long
tentacles sprouting from where his groin should have been. There were a
couple other taurtaur-types like Tony, and several others in all variety of
shapes and sizes.

With growing trepidation, Morrigan realised that many of them appeared
considerably tougher than Bob and Tony, and she was certain that, if it came
down to a fight, she had no chance against this many of them.

This group looked an awful lot like an angry mob. Apparently, not every
Shikima was as pleased with her arrival as Bob and Tony had been. Morrigan
quietly ducked her head back inside the door, wondering what she should do.

She could hear their voices more clearly now.

"Alright, ya lying sack of jizz, where's this hot chick you were talking about?"

"We didn't lie!" Slurred a voice Morrigan barely recognised as Tony's.
"She'd jus' takin' a nap is all!"

"Bullshit! No succubus would ever sleep with a Shikima, much less a pair of
losers like you."

"She did! She did!" Whined a voice that sounded a lot like Bobbut but his
words were likewise a little sluggish.

"Little cumwad! If we find out you lied to us, we'll rip you a new
arsehole!" A slightly more sober, and irritable voice growled.

"B-b-b-but we don't want to wake her up!" Bob quailed. "She might be mad!"

"*We* are already mad!" The testy voice returned. "Now put up or we'll
make you half the Shikima you were, if you take my meaning."

Hiding behind the doorframe, too afraid to look, Morrigan's eyes widened as
the angry Shikima's meaning came to her. He intended to cut Bob and Tony's
dicks in half if she didn't show herself!

Bob and Tony had both been very kind to her. Gratitude may have been a
difficult concept for most demons to grasp, but Morrigan was gradually
developing a slightly better understanding of it than most of her kin,
likely due to her human heritage. Of course, in her mind, it was more like
a belated exchange of services that hadn't yet been negotiated. Demon's did
trade favours occasionally, and she had a sneaking suspicion she owed the
two little Shikima one. Aside from that, she found she rather liked them,
which had to come from her human side, as most succubae found Shikima
repugnant to the point of terrifying.

Still, she was not about to just throw herself on the mercy of the mob
outside without a plan. Bob and Tony's attitudes toward her when they first
met gave her a hint as to how most Shikiegaregarded succubae. If she could
keep the upper hand, take an authoritative stance from the outset, they
might never know that she had more to fear from them than they from her.

Her mother was without a doubt the most authoritative figure in Morrigan's
young life thus far, so she fixed her face into a cool, condescending
expression, as though all she saw were beneath her concern. It was the only
expression Morrigan remembered ever seeing on her mother (with the recent
exception of homicidal rage). She stepped out the doorway.

The grumbling mob went dead silent. Morrigan flexed her wings briefly,
calling attention to them to make sure they recognised her for what she was.

"What is going on out here?" She demanded coldly.

There was a brief, confused hesitation, then as one the entire group knelt
before her, save the extremely drunk Bob and Tony.

"Mistress Morrigan!" Bob cried in tears. "You saved us!
Thankyouthankyouthankyou!"

"Yes, yes." Morrigan said impatiently. "I'm waiting for an explanation of
this situation."

Bob and Tony looked at each other in confusion, but before their fuddled
minds could generate an answer, one of the larger Shikima lifted his head
from the dirt.

"Mistress Morrigan! Please allow us to serve you as Bob and Tony do! I
promise you, you'll be much more pleased with us than these two weaklings!"

Morrigan blinked, her haughty mask slipping a little. "You... want to serve me too?"

Bob threw up his hands in glee. "Yes Mistress! Let them! Please init...
in-she... break in all our friends to your service!"

'Your friends who were about to castrate you?' Morrigan wondered, now even
more confused. "Break them in? How so?"

Tony, in the grand tradition of drunks with some degree of self-respect, was
trying to appear as if he wasn't drunk. He stood tall with his arms folded
across his chest and nodded. "You know, fuck 'em. Like you did us."

All measure of loftiness had abandoned Morrigan as her eyes widened, staring
out at the large group with a slightly anxious look. "You want me to
fuck... *all* of them?"

Bob, not having the s tos to even *attempt* a bit of dignity in this degree
of inebriation, threw himself (or more likely, fell) at her feet, sobbing as
he dared to touch them. "Please Mistress! If you don't, they'll cut off
our dicks! I like my dick! I like it a lot! Please Mistress!" He begged
shamelessly.

Morrigan looked out at the throng, who were practically drooling in
anticipation, and swallowed.

Well, she *had* just been thinking that she owed Bob and Tony a favour...

***

In an elaborate, if slightly organic-looking palace at the other end of the
Shikima realm, the great and powerful king was relaxing with his wife after
a rather enthusiastic round of lovemaking. Not long after they'd finished
their activity (for who would be fool enough to interrupt the king's carnal
pleasures) one of his aides rushed into the throne/bedroom.

"Great King Seikima! There is trouble?"

"Mmm?" The giant demonlord rumbled in his deep bass voice. "What sort of
trouble?"

"A succubus has descended from their realm and is leading an insurrection!
Already she has seduced more than 30 of your loyal followers to her cause!"

The great king Seikima's brow furrowed. "WHAT? Why would one of *them* come
here? What interest would such as they have in conquering my domain?"

"I couldn't tell you, Mighty King, but so far, she's proven quite successful."

"What is the Shikima realm coming to, that my followers have become so
fickle?" The king growled.

His Queen smiled wryly. "Well, it's not as though it would take much effort
on her part to turn them. A talented succubus could probably lure away
almost any of the weaker-willed Shikima with a smile and an empty promise."

The aide coughed. "Ah... well... actually, according to the reports, the
promise was not so empty. Apparently, she willingly spread her legs for an
entire hoard of them at once, after which all of them immediately swore
loyalty to her. She must have promised them more of the same in return for
betraying you, Mighty King."

"That little whore..." Seikima growled.

Queen Maria frowned as well. "That certainly isn't the sort of behavior one
comes to expect from a succubus. She must be truly desperate for power."

"My King, if I might suggest," the suddenly nervous aide said tentatively,
"perhaps you should encourage those loyal to remain so by supplying a
counter offer."

Seikima's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean?"

"W-well, if you allowed those loyal to you a little quality time with the
noble Queen..." he trailed off as the dark glares from both the royalty
convinced him that finishing that sentence would be a very bad idea indeed.
The aide swallowed and fled the royal chambers.

"Surely he didn't think you would take such a suggestion seriously, Dear?"
Maria gave her husband a sidelong glance.

"If he did, then perhaps it is time I sought the services of an aide with a
bit more between his ears." Seikima growled.

Maria smiled, pleased by his answer. "Perhaps so. Now, I think we ought to
go see this little strumpet for ourselves, don't you?"

Seikima nodded grimly as he rose from the bed/throne. He marched
purposefully towards the hall, intending to track down his cowering aide and
find out where this succubus had set up her base of operations. After only
a few steps, he paused.

"Maria, my love?" He said seriously.

"Yes Dear?"

"That a succubus has come here at all is bizarre. That a particularly
high-ranking one would come is absurd. However..."

Maria eyebrows rose as she effortlessly saw where her love was going.
"However, if this is a serious attempt on the part of the succubae realm to
conquer us, their agent might well be one of the more powerful among them."

Seikima nodded grimly. "Great as my powers are, I am... uncertain if I am
strong enough to kill one of the succubae elite. It is possible that I...
may fail."

Maria gently put a hand on his hugely muscled forearm. "I have every
confidence in your power, great Seikima. However, if my some strange
happenstance you should fall, it will not be because I am standing off to
the side callously awaiting the outcome. Before the little whore has a
chance to strike the deathblow, she shall find my whip about her throat."

The king frowned. "You should not interferThisThis is for me to do."

She smiled coyly at him. "Then you had best win the day, hadn't you, oh
Mighty King? For I love you far too much to let some little tramp put an
end to you in front of my eyes. Your reputation is on the line now, Dear."

Seikima chuckled. "So it seems. Come. We shall see what this would-be
conqueror is made of."

Her hand on her beloved husband's arm, Queen Maria followed.

***

"I think," Morrigan moaned, as she lay on her side, surrounded by the 30 or so satisfied Shikima, "that I'm ready for bed again."

"Huh?" One of her new servants sat up. "I thought Succubae thrived on sexual energy?"

Had Morrigan been somewhat less exhausted, she might have remembered to keep up her arrogant act. As it was, she could barely keep up her eyelids. "Maybe that's a trick I haven't learned yet, or maybe it only works with mortals, not other demons. All I know how to do so far is draw energy from human souls I've devoured." She blinked. "Say, I don't suppose there are any humans down here at the moment? Bob and Tony said something about them dropping in from time to time?"

"Don't think so, Mistress. I mean, it's not like it happens every day. Usually it's some would-be dark sorceress screwing around with magic they don't completely understand. There's also some clan of ninja living in the mountains of Japan (that's in the mortal realm) what made some sort of pact with the King some years back, the Mikuro, or something. Can't remember what that was about, but part o' the deal was one of their women ended up staying down here as the King's consort. That's Lady Maria."

"Oh yeah... Bob or Tony mentioned something about her before. How about souls of the damned receiving punishment? Maybe I can still eat them, even if they're dead, though I haven't tried that before..."

"Naw, they do that somewhere else in the Sixth Hell." Another Shikima muttered as he relaxed, enjoying the pleasant afterglow. "They tried sending some of them down here a long time ago, but the silly bitches enjoyed it too much. Not exactly 'torment' as the Big Man downstairs defines it."

Another chuckled. "Yup! We're just too damned good at this!"

Hearty laughter rolled over the group of lounging sex demons.

Even Morrigan giggled. "You have a point there. So, if I want to eat a soul, I have to find this 'Maria' person, right?"

The chuckling died off abruptly. Morrigan sat up, looking around at their awkward expressions. "What? What did I say?"

One cleared his throat. "Ah... well... that might be a bit of a problem, Mistress. Y'see... Lady Maria's the King's *personal* consort, or 'wife' as he calls her. If you want to get at her, you'd have to go through him."

'Wife?' thought Morrigan. 'Oh right, that's what that mortal, Mu Si wanted the girl Xian Pu to be.' Morrigan still didn't have a very clear understanding of the concept of marriage, but judging by the mortal boy's dreams, it involved having sex all the time and being nice to each other. It sounded pretty good to her, frankly. She wished the mortal luck.

"Alright then," Morrigan said easily, "so just how strong is this 'King' anyway?"

"Why don't you find out for yourself?" A deep, bass voice growled.

Heads whipped around to see the Great King Seikima, standing with his massive arms folded across his muscular chest. Standing a pace behind him was a stunningly beautiful, regal-looking woman with long, pale-blue hair. Both were frowning at the young succubus.

Morrigan, eyes wide, leapt to her feet and into a defensive stance, as her terrified 'servants' bolted in all directions. So much for loyalty-through-copulation.

"So," the giant Shikima King bellowed. "You're the usurper trying to conquer my domain? You don't look like much."

"C-conquer? Um... well... I don't know about that..." Morrigan stammered, swallowing. 'By the Dark Prince, he's a *demonlord*!' She thought in panic. 'I didn't know Shikima had any!'

Indeed, King Seikima, with his purple-grey skin, was exactly the class of demon normally referred to as a demonlord, though he might not compare well to those of other planes in terms of pure power. He stood nearly 11 feet tall, and though he lacked the bat-like wings of most demonlords (having instead a thick shock of Shikima pubic hair surrounding his entire waist) he radiated the same sort of power and authority.

"Well, little bitch?" The King growled. "You wanted my kingdom? Are you prepared to take it?" He spread his legs wide, cocking his huge fists at his sides as he gathered his power. With a mighty roar, giant horns sprouted from his hips and shoulders. He stood confidently, fully prepared for an all-out battle to the death.

Morrigan, her knees knocking, did the only sensible thing she could as she felt his powerful aura wash over her (especially considering the rather tapped-out state of her body so soon after the ridiculously large gang-bang she'd just enjoyed) she turned and ran for her life.

The Shikima king and queen... blinked.

Perhaps a mortal warrior with as much training and confidence in her skills as Morrigan possessed might have balked at such apparent cowardice, but Morrigan was a demoness first, and had learned long ago that weaker demons who stood up to stronger ones didn't survive very long. She'd had that old lesson firmly reinforced by her own mother, only a short while ago. At the first tall rock she could jump to, she spread her wings and took to the air. About the only advantage she seemed to have against the Shikima king was that she could fly and he couldn't (hopefully).

The bewildered Sei Seikima stood from his aggressive combat stance and gave his wife a confused glance. "What do you make of this, Maria?"

The Queen (having recovered from her surprise more quickly) was tugging her lip in thought. "I think... that we may have been premature in assessing this little succubus as a threat. Did she not look rather young to you?"

The King folded is arms and snorted. "She's a succubus. They're not known for their grey hairs and wrinkles."

Maria nodded readily, "but even still, there was a certain... softness about her features that seems to suggest that she's not much --if any-- older than a teenager. Did you also notice that she wasn't wearing a stitch of clothing?"

The King snorted. "I *am* a sex demon, my wife. However, I assumed that was merely due to her recent 'activities' with my so-called 'loyal' subjects."

Maria smirked. "Perhaps, perhaps not. I think we need to find out more about this little one before we go after her. There are too many things that don't add up."

The King grunted his agreement.

Taking that as permission, Lady Maria swung her hawk-like gaze towards one of the cowering Shikima peeking warily from behind a rock.

"You!" She demanded. "Come here at once!" She pointed to a spot directly in front of them.

The frightened Shikima ducked back behind the rock.

"Come out here this instant," Maria snapped, "or I shall come back there and fetch you, and I promise you that you won't enjoy that one bit!"

Trembling, the singled out Shikima shuffled hesitantly out from behind the rock, looking ready to bolt at the first sign of punishment.

Impatiently, Maria snapped her fingers and pointed again at the spot in front of the pair. "MOVE!"

The unfortunate Shikima jumped and scrambled to the place indicated, whereupon he immediately bowed low, putting his face in the dirt as he cowered before his king and queen.

"Now then," Maria began, "I want to know about this succubus girl. How did she come to be in our realm?"

"Ahh! Ahh! I... um... believe she came through the Succubae Tunnel, Lady Maria."

The Shikima Queen frowned. "I see... and what was her state of dress when she arrived?"

"I... I wouldn't know, Lady Maria. Bob and Tony, them's the ones what were guarding the tunnel. They fucked her... I mean *found* her first."

Maria sighed, then lifted her chin, calling out in a loud voice. "Bob, Tony? Get over here this minute!"

Silence answered her.

"I believe Bob and Tony need a little help finding their proper place at the feet of their King and Queen." Maria said darkly, still directing her voice out to the many Shikima hiding behind the various rocky spires and boulders. "Any Shikima who helps them find their way here will be pardoned for their treasonous betrayal of King Seikima! Anyone else, well... what will be done to them depends upon my mood. Getting my questions answered promptly might put me in a better one than I am presently."

Almost before they could blink, Bob and Tony were dragged, kicking and screaming before the Shikima royalty. A stern look from Maria silenced their wailing, and set them to groveling on the ground in frantic hope of not being ripped to shreds on the spot.

"Now then," Maria said in a deceptively pleasant voice, "this little succubus... what is her name?"

"M-M-Morrigan, Lady Maria." Tony, the blue-skinned bull-type stuttered.

"Morrigan, I see." The Shikima Queen said in her silken tone. "Perhaps you might tell my about Miss Morrigan's arrival, hmm?"

"Y-yes, Lady Maria!" Bob stammered. "Mistress... I mean... Miss Morrigan tumbled out of the Succubae Tunnel half a day ago, while we were on guard."

"Tumbled?" Maria quirked an eyebrow.

"Well... yes. The tunnel's tentacles tossed her out onto her face, actually." Bob said.

"Not the most dignified entrance for an 'invader'." Maria mused, "and what was Miss Morrigan's state of dress at the time?"

Bob blinked in confusion. "Um... dress, Lady Maria?"

"Yes, was she wearing anything?"

"No, Lady Maria. Not a thing. Was she supposed to be?"

Maria smirked. "Not really, but that does tell me that she's really something of a weakling, as Succubae go."


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"'ang on a moment." The Queen of the Night's lover interrupted. "I'm not sure I'm quite gettin' this. You dinnae have any clothes?"

"Ah... yes well, per'aps a wee digression is in order." Morrigan smirked. "You see, me fool, wearin' clothes be something of a mark o' distinction among the succubae class, though even then it weren't what a mortal like y'self might call 'decent attire'. Important sorts, like me mother, wore clothes to set themselves apart from the rest of the rabble. The lower casts --which included m'self, on account o' me half-human blood-- 'ad to go about as naked as animals, to show we weren't nothin' special."

"So... if I gather this right... yer whole life to this point, including all what ye been tellin' me, ye been runnin' 'round naked as the day ye was born?"

"Did I nae mention this before?" Morrigan asked innocently.

"Nae, ye didn't." He scolded mildly. "I been picturin' ye all dolled up in them purple bat-print tights o' yers, and thereby denyin' meself half the thrill o' me mental pictures o' yer tale."

"Well, now ye know." Morrigan chuckled. "I was flying about to an' from me 'dream job' naked as a jay, and I be kneeling in front o' Lord Argon in my birthday suit. I be dropped in front o' those Shikima lads just the same."

"So when did ye get around to acquirin' yerself that sexy costume then?"

"Well now, that'd be skippin' ahead a fair bit, an' there's so much to tell what happened in between." Morrigan teased.

He grinned. "Well, far be it from me to be ruinin' the tale for m'self."

Morrigan smirked and shook her head.

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Bob blinked. "Really? You mean she tricked us? Damn her eyes! We've been played for fools!"

"As though that were any great accomplishment." Maria muttered.

Bob continued his indignant rant. "That vile temptress! She seduced us with her secret succubus powers into betraying our beloved King and Queen! We should hunt her down and punish her for her deception!"

"Oh please!" Maria scoffed. "You probably took one look at her cute little piece and offered her anything she wanted for a taste of it."

Tony, who'd merely trembled silently until now, burst into tears. "It's true! Forgive us, Lady Maria, Great Seikima! We didn't mean to! She was just so tasty-looking!"

Bob smacked his friend on the head. "Quiet, you idiot!" He hissed. "We have to convince them that this was all the succubus' fault, or we'll be castrated on the spot!"

Since Bob's 'whisper' was loud enough to be heard even by the other Shikima (who had retreated back behind the rocks as soon as the scapegoats... er... traitors were deposited, Bob's attempt at secrecy achieved nothing more than a weary sigh from the Shikima Queen.

She turned to her equally unimpressed husband. "My King, I think perhaps we should have a little chat with this succubus girl. I don't think she's quite the threat your aide made her out to be."

"Mmm... perhaps so." Seikima grunted, "but how shall we find her? She could be anywhere within our realm by now."

"Actually, Great King, she's right over there." Maria smirked, tilting her head behind them.


Morrigan, upon realising she was not being pursued, had flown a wide circle around the area and perched atop a high pillar of stone, peeking over the edge to watch the proceedings. She wasn't close enough to make out the words being spoken, but she recognised Bob and Tony being dragged before the King and Queen. She hoped she wasn't going to have to watch them get dismembered (in any sense of the word) but if that happened, it would be a clear sign that she ought to be putting as much distance between the King and herself as possible, for as long as possible. She had no illusions about escaping the Shikima realm back through the Succubae Tunnel, but there might be another means of escape, possibly to the next highest level (that being the 5th, where the Sloth demons lounged about) which might not be guarded quite so well. Morrigan had no desire to go there (she'd heard that it smelled terrible, its residents not inclined to bother finding anywhere specific to empty their bowels) but it was better than being hunted down and killed by an angry minor demonlord!

Not being able to follow the conversation, Morrigan was at first confused when the mortal queen inclined her head in the young succubus' general direction, but she caught on as the immense King turned his head to look straight at her. Morrigan's blood ran cold, and she froze. How did that mortal woman know she was here!?!

Staying still proved to be a mistake. With frightening speed, the mortal known as Lady Maria closed the distance between them in impossible leaps and bounds. The moment she realised she was no longer safe atop her tall stone spire, Morrigan leapt into the air, intent on fleeing this area entirely.

She was not fast enough. Even before Maria landed atop the spire Morrigan had just vacated, her whip was unfurled, drawn back for a strike. The long coil of leather lashed out and captured the fleeing succubus' ankle, bringing her flight for freedom to an abrupt halt.

In a panic, Morrigan flapped her wings harder, trying to pull away, but Maria had somehow set herself, and would not be moved no matter how much upward thrust Morrigan could produce.

'How is she doing this?' Morrigan thought in terror. 'She's just a mortal woman, isn't she?'

Morrigan stopped trying to gain altitude, and instead bent to free her ankle from the coil of leather wrapped tightly around it. This too, was a mistake.

Maria had been waiting for just such a moment, when the succubus stopped actively trying to pull away. A hard yank brought Morrigan shrieking down towards her captor. Maria jumped to intercept her halfway, and though the young succubus tried to strike out at her, she missed entirely. Maria proved quite nimble in the air for someone without wings of her own, and in less than a second, had managed to get around and behind Morrigan's back, where she immediately grasped a leathery wing in each hand and slammed them together violently.

While this didn't really hurt Morrigan (succubae wings contain almost none of the complex nerve structure found in the rest of the body, which is how her mother had managed to use them as a shield without causing herself much discomfort) holding them together in that way completely prevented the girl-demon from making any upward progress (not that she'd been having much success so far). The pair hurtled to the ground with alarming speed.

Poor Morrigan hit the ground face-first, with Maria's knees smashing into her ribcage from behind. All the air rushed out of Morrigan's lungs, knocking the wind out of her (and the fight, for that matter).

A quick rodeo-style trussing on Maria's part had Morrigan's arms, wings, and that one leg all drawn up behind her, rendering her completely helpless.

Heavy footsteps alerted her to the approach of the Shikima King. Large, clawed, purple feet entered her field of vision.

"Well, Little Succubus?" Seikima's amused voice boomed. "Had your fill of insurrection for the day?"

The 15-year-old lifted her face as best she could, allowing him to see her pretty green eyes, now filled with tears of pain, and her soft little mouth, opening and closing like a fish out of water...

"Hmm... I think you might have knocked the breathe out of her, Maria." He chuckled.

"Oh, well that won't do, will it?" Maria's silken voice cooed above her. Morrigan felt a sharp jab as the older woman stabbed a pressure point, and then her burning lungs filled with sweet, sweet air.

With Morrigan properly trussed up, Maria no longer needed to pin her down, so she got up and stood in front of the girl, beside her husband.

"Well, what now?" Seikima asked his wife. "Shall we kill her?"

Maria looked down at the crying teenager at their feet. "Somehow, I don't think that will be necessary, Beloved." She said softly. Then she came to kneel in front of Morrigan. "Now then child, just why *are* you here in the Shikima Realm?"

Morrigan, hurt, beaten, terrified, and feeling a lot more like a scared little girl than the mighty warrior she'd considered herself yesterday, sobbed at the woman's feet. "Because... (sniff) because my mother hates me..."

Shikima queen and king glanced at each other, blinking.

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Author's note:
Apparently, I write my chapters too long for it to all fit on one page at this site, so I had to break it up. Please advance immediately to Chapter 2B
-Ron Hino