Awakened Zelenin

Part 3


Zelenin walked into the silent mess hall. It was completely empty, devoid of both people and food. The only thing there was a small bowl of fruit sitting on one of the far tables. As she walked up to it, she spotted a large, brown snake lying curled around thebowl. It looked at her with interest, or at least with more interest than it did at the fruit.

The bowl turned out to be filled with apples, a few bananas and, for some reason, a single pineapple. Zelenin reached for the bowl, then hesitated. The snake did nothing but lie there and look at her, but she wasn't at all certain it wasn't going to strike the moment she reached for the bowl.

A pale and slender hand reached for the bowl and took an apple. The snake slithered away. Zelenin looked up to see Hathor giving her apple a curious look. She took a bite and chewed thoughtfully for a moment. Then she swallowed.

"Quite nice," the goddess opined, "though I don't see what all the fuss is about. Oh, sorry," she said, apparently only now noticing Zelenin. "Would you like a bite?"

"No, thanks," Zelenin replied. "I've eaten."

Hathor shrugged. "As you wish."

"Oh there you are!" Pixie cried as she hurriedly flew towards the both of them. "Where have you been?"

"I've been here," Zelenin said.

"Yeah, well, you're late for a very important date."

"Am I?" Zelenin said, mystified.

"Well, no, not really, but I really wanted to say it, you know?" Pixie said, flying up to her and grabbing her hand. "Come on. Or you actually will be late."

"Have fun," Hathor said just before Zelenin found herself dragged out of the mess hall by the tiny fairy.

Zelenin staggered through the Red Sprite's dark corridors, barely keeping pace with Pixie. "Who am I supposed to be meeting again?" she asked.

"Who do you think?"

"The Queen of Hearts?" Zelenin guessed.

Pixie giggled. "Yeah, sure. Someone like that. Only not really."

"Geez, some people have all the luck," Zelenin heard a male voice say. She turned to see a crewman whose name she couldn't quite recall right now. "Oh well, no use complaining about it," he continued, "I just need to keep looking," he declared and rode away on his camel.

"Here we are," Pixie said.

"These are my quarters," Zelenin said.

"Duh," Pixie said. "Where else would she be?"

"Who?"

Pixie opened the door. "Why don't you go find out?"

Zelenin walked into her quarters, the door closing noiselessly behind her and saw herself. Two of herself. One of her selves was naked, while her other self wore preposterous white. They were playing chess with black pieces.

"I would've preferred strip poker," her naked self said, "but she's forgotten the rules."

"Some things are best purged from the mind," her self in white said.

"Sorry, am I here to meet you?" Zelenin asked.

Her selves exchanged a look for a few silent moments.

"Not yet," her self in white said.

"You're looking for her," her naked self said, nodding towards an empty corner of the room.

"Not that you should look for her," her self in white said.

"There's nobody there," Zelenin said, looking at the empty corner.

"Not here, no," her naked self said. "Which is very polite of her, when you come to think about it."

"What do you mean?" Zelenin asked and awoke before she could hear either of her selves reply.

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Zelenin looked up at the dull, metal ceiling, shreds of her already half-forgotten dream drifting somewhere in the back of her mind. For some reason she felt as though at least part of her dream whad been very important, but she couldn't recall which part and every attempt to force it back into the forefront of her mind only made it fade further.

"Ah, you're awake."

Zelenin blinked and, still comfortably under her sheets, turned to face an empty corner of the room. A blonde woman stood leaning against the wall, her smile mostly friendly. She was quite tall and dressed in black, a black choker around her neck fastened with a little red heart clasp. She almost could have passed for human if it wasn't for the large red and black leather wings springing from her back.

"You know, normally I don't have to wait so long before people wake up," the demon said. Her smile turned into a smirk. "Then again, normally I don't exactly wait."

Zelenin's eyes narrowed. "How did you get in here?"

The demon shrugged, the simple movement somehow manging to draw subtle attention to her chest. "Hathor and Pixie gave me a few pointers."

"You know Hathor?" Zelenin asked.

"Is that so hard to believe?" said the demon.

"No," Zelenin replied. "I suppose not."

"Oh?" the demon said, raising an amused eyebrow. "And why would that be?"

"You are more or less in the same field, aren't you? Succubus?"

"You know who I am. Perfect," Succubus purred.

"Really?" Zelenin said. "You don't think me knowing what you are would make it more difficult for you to steal my soul."

"I have no interest in your soul. Not in the way you think, anyhow," the demon added, smiling in a way that was only mostly friendly. "No, I'm simply here to see what Hathor and Pixie see in you."

Zelenin wondered about that herself. Granted, it might have been simple attraction, but she wasn't the only attractive woman on the crew and she hadn't heard any stories about anybody being visited in their quarters by demons. Then again, how likely was it that they would tell anyone if it happened?

"And?" she asked. "Have you already figured out what they saw in me?"

"I think so," Succubus replied. "Your soul is in harmony with Hathor's and Pixie... well, she doesn't really care about the state of your soul. Shame."

"Shame?" Zelenin asked. "How so?"

"Hathor is a benevolent goddess; Pixie a playful little fairy. I see how you could accept them. But me..." Succubus stepped forward and spread her demonic wings. "I doubt you'll accept me."

The demon made the statement sound like a challenge. She certainly looked as though she'd meant it as a challenge. Maybe she hoped she'd bite without thinking, but Zelenin liked to think she wasn't that easy to rile.

Then again, what was there to think about? Succubus was nothing but a demon. She could, perhaps, make allowances for those beings that were technically demons, but not demonic, but that excuse didn't fly here, now did it? Succubus was a creature of the night, no better than Mitra.

Zelinin blinked. The image of black wings briefly flashed through her mind, though, unlike those of the demon standing in the middle of the room, these were made of feathers. Why was Succubus no better than Mitra? How many sadistic experiments had she performed? How many humans had she casually killed? And what right did she have to lump everything demonic together in a single category?

Even so... Succubus was a creature of the night.

"You're right, I don't accept you," Zelenin said. She threw aside her sheets. "But I'm willing to give you the benefit of the doubt."

Succubus inhaled sharply, eyes shining. "Perhaps I was wrong about you," she said, licking her lips. "Maybe you're more in line with me after all."

Zelenin smiled, the air feeling pleasantly cool on her bare skin and Succubus's gaze feeling delightfully warm inside her naked body. "Pixie made a few good points," she said as casually as she could.

Succubus laughed, a warm, melodious sound that sent shivers of arousal down Zelenin's spine. "So I see."

The demon raised a hand and theatrically snapped her fingers. Her black clothes shimmered for a moment, then vanished. Zelenin wondered for a moment if they'd ever really been there or if they'd been a convenient illusion. After all, how many clothes did a Succubus ever really need?

Succubus ran her hands over her now naked body, moving in just the right way to emphasise her every curve, eventually cupping and caressing her breasts invitingly. Zelenin tried to swallow with a dry mouth as she watched the demon present her naked body to her. She felt the urge to leap out of bed and tackle the demon to the ground in a heated embrace swell in her chest, but resisted it. After all, the floor was a lot less comfortable than her bed.

Zelenin watched the demon walk towards her, a vague smile full of promise on her face. When she reached the bed, Zelenin reached up and took her hand. A look of surprise flashed across Succubus's face, much to the blonde scientist's delight. She pulled the demon down on top of her, their bare breasts pressing against each other, and found that, although Succubus wasn't as light as a feather, she wasn't particularly heavy either.

Succubus leaned down and kissed her. Her kiss felt strange until Zelenin realised it simply wasn't what she'd expected. She'd expected the demon to kiss her with a kind of raw, demanding hunger, eager for the sins of the flesh. Instead her kiss was soft, her lips gentle. Even so, Zelenin couldn't deny that Succubus's tenderness made her already warm body feel that much more hotter. Part of her wanted to know if the demon's gentleness was a genuine reflection of who she was or if Succubi were somehow magically capable of becoming their partner's ideal lover. She could have asked, of course, but that would mean Succubus's lips would be leaving her own and she wasn't interested enough in the answer to make that sacrifice.

As they kissed, their tongues slowly finding each other, Zelenin felt Succubus beginning to shift. At first it seemed as though the demon had begun leisurely grinding her body against hers, but it soon enough became clear she'd merely moved just enough to allow a hand to trail up her side and brush against one of her breasts. Almost unconsciously, Zelenin curved slightly, gently pushing her breast against Succubus's exploring hand. The demon gently caressed her skin, occasionally squeezing her softly, causing a small aroused gasp to slip from Zelenin's lips whenever they were not too busy kissing Succubus's.

Under Succubus's tender touches, Zelenin soon found her arousal beginning to grow, a warm light diffusing through her naked body. She begun returning the demon's kiss slightly more eagerly, the gentleness fading to express her increasing lust. She started squirming underneath Succubus's body and spread her legs slightly, partly to enjoy heat of friction, partly to try to press her pussy against whatever bare skin she could find. The demon moved perfectly in response, however, always managing to frustrate her desires while making them burn brighter at the same time. Zelenin would've been happy to grind herself against one of the demon's legs, but she was constantly thwarted by the subtlest of movements.

Succubus's lips left Zelenin's and she raised herself slightly. She was smiling, her eyes darkened with a pleasing lust.

"So..." the demon purred, "do you accept me now?"

Zelenin reached up and stroked Succubus's hair. It was surpisingly smooth to the touch. "My body does," she admitted.

Succubus chuckled. "Ah, the purity of lust," she said. "And wouldn't the world be a nicer place if your aroused body was the only answer I needed?" she added, moving a single finger down Zelenin's skin and leaving a trail of inner fire.

Zelenin shivered. "What would you do if I told you I didn't accept you?"

"You think I'll leave?" Succubus asked. "Come now. I'm in the bed of a desirable young woman. I wouldn't dream of leaving. Unless she wanted me to, of course."

"Fine," Zelenin breathed. "I... 'accept' you. For now."

"For now?" Succubus said. "I can live with that."

"Good."

Zelenin hooked her finger on Succubus's choker and dragged the grinning demon down into another kiss.

As their lips met again, Zelenin felt the demon's hand move down the side of her body. She shuddered slightly at the touch, already imagining that slender hand slipping in between her legs. Fortunately, she didn't need to wait too long. Succubus soon shifted slightly to the side, fingertips brushing against Zelenin's inner thigh. There was a mischievous, sultry grin on the demon's face, which almost made Zelenin feel hotter than her dangerously close fingers did.

Zelenin moaned softly when Succubus's fingers finally travelled up her inner thigh and brushed against her wetness. She felt the demon's fngertips draw circles across her folds, her light touch somehow managing to stoke the fire of Zelenin's already burning arousal even higher. Playful as Succubus's caresses were, they were also undeniably and unsurprisingly skilled. To Zelenin's increasingly lusftul mind it was as if the demon managed to effortlessly move from sensitive spot to sensitive spot without ever getting near her clit or pushing into her vagina. Perhaps Hathor and Pixie had given her some tips here as well. Or perhaps it simply came naturally to a sex demon like herself.

Zelenin tried to steady her breathing a little, but found she couldn't. Every time it seemed like she was about to gain some conscious control of her lungs again, Succubus managed to touch just right to send another shiver of pleasure through her naked body and force another moan from her lips. She felt bizarrely helpless, as though she were completely at the mercy of the demon's skilled fingers, completely incapable of doing anything but experience the pleasure Succubus carefully gave her. More bizarelly still was the fact that she didn't mind feeling this helpless. The thought was almost enough to douse her arousal, but it didn't. The reason why probably would've terrified her back when she hadn't found Hathor in her quarters yet and merely would've made her feel uncomfortable since that strange meeting, but the plain fact was that she trusted that the demon's game would ulimately leave her satisfied.

Whatever thoughts or considerations she might've had, they all fled Zelenin's mind the moment Succubus stopped playing games. The demon carefully cupped Zelenin's pussy for one long, shuddering moment. She caressed her wet slit for a few agonizingly beautiful seconds, sending slow waves of intense pleasure through her body and reducing her breath to a shallow, horny panting. Then, with a lascivious smile on her face and lust in her eyes, Succubus carefully pushed two of her fingers into Zelenin.

Zelenin screamed, her body shaking, when she felt those slender digits entering her pussy. Succubus moved slowly, rhythmically, carefully but effectively exploring her inner walls. Constant shivers of pleasure tore through Zelenin's body, far more powerful than she would've expected of the demon's slow but steady fingering. She felt as though her body was overheating, moaning and groaning whenever she could find the breath, panting shallowly whenever she couldn't, the glorious fire of her own lust filling her very being. A single shriek escaped from her lips when the demon had apparently had enough of her sedate exploration and began fingering her faster, the tips of her fingers constantly stroking her most sensitive spots.

Zelenin writed with lustful agony, her naked body dancing instinctively to Succubus's rhythm. Even in her pleasure-addled state she recognised she didn't need to. The demon was more than up to the task of satisfy her with neither her conscious nor unconscious help. And yet Zelenin wanted to dance, wanted to be controlled solely by her burning emotions, wanted Succubus to see the raw purity of the pleasure she gave her in every line of her body.

Succubus sped up, much to Zelenin's mixed regret and delight. Her breathing became little more than a series of ever desperate gasps as her body tensed up, desperately trying to keep the inner fire burning for as long as possible and bracing itself against the orgasm she could feel welling up everywhere inside of her. It was a futile struggle, but it was still worth it for those few extra seconds of aching anticipation, for a few more moments of the chaotic inferno.

Zelenin came. Hard. Her orgasm was brief, but powerful. It was a completely unrestrained, screaming release. For a few moments, Zelenin was nothing but a being of pure, climactic pleasure, body and mind vanishing in the face of such overpowering emotion. For a few moments, the whole of existence shone with the beauty of lust satisfied.

For a few moments, Zelenin celebrated the existence of the Schwartzwelt for giving her this exalted experience.

Zelenin came crashing down far too soon for her liking, once again lying on her bed, drawing deep tired breaths inbetween satisfied pants. She turned her head slightly to watch Succubus stand up. The demon's fingers glimmered with her juices. Succubus lapped up some of her fluids and sighed, a nostalgic smile on her face.

"Ah," she sighed. "It's been far too long since I've tasted this."

"Happy to... oblige," Zelenin panted.

The demon looked at her and smiled. "The pleasure was all mine, I assure you."

"No," Zelenin disagreed, "I think it was mostly mine."

Succubus laughed. "Well, who am I to argue?"

The demon leaned down and gave Zelenin a small, affectionate kiss.

"Even so, I enjoyed myself," she said. "So thank you. And now, I suppose I have to get going."

Zelenin nodded. "That probably would be for the best," she said, while her tired body screamed at her to tell the demon to stay. "But before you go, there's something I have to say."

"Yes?"

"When I said I accepted you, it was only in the heat of the moment," Zelenin said.

"I know," Succubus said. "But in that moment, it was still true. That's what mattered to me. Goodbye, Zelenin. I hope I'll see you around."

"I hope so, too," Zelenin replied.