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part #1 of Supers - Ex Succubus Series
Supers: Ex Succubus
Jamie Hawke
Editors
Diane Newton
EX SUCCUBUS (this book) is a work of fiction.
All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Sometimes both.
Complete Book is Copyright (c) 2019 by Jamie Hawke (of Double Down Press).
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, recording or otherwise, without the prior written permission of Jamie Hawke.
Contents
Foreword
Welcome
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
About the Author
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Foreword
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1
Once a succubus, always a succubus, or so the saying goes.
When I first met my ex-succubus, as she insisted I call her in spite of that little saying, it was on a rainy day. I saw a flash of light in the sky, blinked to get a better look.
Bright lights from my side. A horn honking. A woman screaming.
That’s all I could process as I was yanked sideways with terrific force, tossed up and flipped through the air, then landing heavily on the ground with a thud. Everything went dark, silent, and then flooded back in with ringing and someone shouting, cursing. A car had crashed into a tree nearby, horn blaring. The door swung open and a man, blood running down his half-caved in head, twitched as if trying to get out… then went limp. Dead.
Oddly, his half-hard dick was hanging out.
I noticed this, figuring I must be hallucinating, and even more so when a face appeared in front of me. A face topped with long, blue glowing horns… eyes of gold, wide and worried. Definitely female, she was completely nude, with wide, deep green wings spread out behind her.
“Shit, shit, shit!” she said, glancing around. “FUCK!”
“I’m… I’m okay,” I said.
She caressed my cheek, looked at me like I was a lost puppy, and said, “No, you’re not. And neither am I.”
“What do you mean?”
She glanced down to where my leg was bent backwards, and suddenly the numb, tingling feeling running up and down my right side made sense. I almost screamed, but she bit her lip, shook her head, and kissed me.
The strangest thing happened with that kiss. First, it was fucking amazing. Lips that sent tingling flames of bliss rushing through my body, a tongue that gently caressed mine. More than that though was the glow seemingly flowing from her to me through our mouths. At first I only realized it was there at all by the sudden increase in heat, followed by cold, like she was rubbing tiger balm on my nuts—if my nuts had been in my mouth. I tried to pull away, to shout out and fight it, but she put her hands to my cheeks and I was powerless to move.
Another moment, and she pulled away, shouted, “FUCK!” again, and then started to help me stand.
“Wait, my leg,” I protested, only… it was healed.
“You’re welcome, asshole,” she said, and only then did I realize one of her wings was hanging at a weird angle. No, it was bent. Broken?
“I don’t understand,” I said, but put my weight on my leg, able to stand.
“Not yet.” She motioned me to follow her, and rolled her eyes when mine roamed across her nude body. As crazy as all this was, a horned, winged woman looking as stunning as she was, and completely naked, to boot, showing up, of course you fucking look.
My shock at this weird stuff made me look doubly hard. She was like a young Michelle Pfeiffer, or maybe that chick from the Smallville show, this demon-lady thing had the body of an angel. In fact, aside from the horns, I would’ve thought she was an angel. The horns, and a strange tattoo pattern of flowers that ran up her side, just to the curve of her perky breasts. Not large, but damn sexy.
“What… are you?” I asked. .
She eyed me, then started walking. The rear view was as good as the front, made even more interesting by the opportunity to see her wings better, and her long tail, coming to a point at the end like the poisonous tip of a stingray, swishing from side to side.
“Dead is what I am, if we don’t get out of here fast.”
“But I mean—”
She stopped, hands on her hips, and nodded with her head. I jogged to catch up.
“I know what you mean,” she said, ducking under branches, careful with her wings. Interestingly, her horns had stopped glowing. “And to answer your question—an ex-succubus.”
“Ex…?”
“Keep up, I’ll tell you on the way.”
“You said succubus. Why not just kill me? Take my life force or whatever…?”
“I would’ve thought what I did back there should’ve healed your hearing as well as your leg. I said ‘Ex.’”
“Ex. Ex succubus. Got it. Why’re you telling me? And… helping me?”
“I’m telling you because I’m fucked right now, with nowhere to go. Normally I’d fly out of here, but,” she gestured to the bent wing, “this whole deal. And so I’m stuck with you, hoping you have a place I can patch myself up in somewhere nearby.” When I didn’t answer, she glared back at me, and stopped. “You were wandering around at night, walking on the fucking road… I assume on your way back from work or something?”
“I…” There was no use denying it, and honestly, I didn’t want to leave this woman’s side, ex-succubus or not. “Yes. Just a few minutes that way. I was on my way back from my shift at the diner I manage, and—”
“Dammit, man, I didn’t ask for your life story.”
She started up again, walking the way I’d indicated.
“Wait,” I protested, trying to think things through. “The car back there, there was a woman screaming… you?”
She shook her head. “That was the guy.”
“No, I heard a woman scream. I’m sure.”
“A guy’ scream sounds just like a woman when his dick’s out and he’s about to either kill someone by accident, or maybe die.” Seeing my confusion, she added. “A man, just a man in the car. Nobody else. A man who’d been trying to get me to go down on him while he drove.”
I blinked, confused. “What?”
“I said no, but he whipped it out anyway, and that’s when he almost hit you.”
“Let me get this straight….” I shook my head. “No, that’s probably impossible.”
“For once tonight, you prove smart.”
There was no reason to address that. She was stressed, I was confused, and we’d just passed the tree line that led to the field behind my house. The night was chilly, though I noted and then looked away with a rush of guilt, she didn’t look like she felt nippy in the least. If she was actually a demon or succubus—sorry, ex-succubus—I was guessing she had a higher resting body temperature. Her breasts bounced slightly with each step, cute little nipples with a hint of purple to them that went well with the slightly grayish purple of her horns when they weren’t glowing.
“I don’t mind you staring, but…” She pointed down, just as I tripped, slamming my face into the ground.
“Fuck.” I pushed myself up as quickly as I could, brushing myself off and grinning like an idiot. “Sorry?”
“Like I said, no feathers off my wings. As an ex-succubus, I’ve had plenty of people ogling me. And I’m fucking hot, I know it. If you’re a doctor, you help people. A Marine, you kill things. Likewise, I look good naked, so fuck it, people can look. That’s how it works where I come from, anyway”
“That’s… sound logic.” Not at all, but I wasn’t about to argue the point. Arguing with a demon at all sounded bad, let alone the fact that this beautiful one was walking around naked. Then again, if the neighbors saw… We were walking across the lawn now, the rear lights shooting on with our approach. “Maybe we should get you inside?”
“Nice house,” she said, nodding and moving at a jog now, though clearly the pain from her bent wing was causing her some considerable discomfort.
It was a nice house, or nice enough, anyway. My parents had left me a dump across town when they moved to Turkey—for the hell of it—and I’d been renting that one to tourists at double the mortga
We made our way inside. With the lights on, this ex-succubus standing in my living room with her arms folded in a way that pushed up her breasts, not hiding them in the least, was even more stunning.
“Can I… get you some tea?” I asked, not knowing what else to say.
She looked at me, seemingly confused, and nodded.
As I went to the kitchen, an offshoot from the living room only separated by a counter, she moved around my living room. She took in the pictures I had of me and my older brother, others of me with college friends, and then my wall of Celtic pride—basically a Scottish lion carving, some cool posters with Celtic knots in the style of dragons and lions, and my old bagpipes.
“What… is this?” she asked, pointing toward the pipes.
“Music,” I replied as I set the water to boil, then walked around the counter to lean against it. “An instrument, I mean…” Fuck, she was gorgeous. The way the light accentuated her curves, shadows where my hands and lips wanted to be. I quickly thought better of where I was standing and moved back to the other side of the counter where I could lean without my enthusiasm being quite so exposed.
Her left eyebrow arched, but she turned back to the pipes. “We have something that may be similar back home. An instrument used during times of war that shoots flames while being played. Does this one do that?”
I frowned, thinking I remembered seeing something like that online once, maybe. “Not when I play them, no.”
“Hmm, too bad.” She turned, a childish smile on her face. “Play me something.”
“What? No.” I hesitated. “No way.”
She pouted, as she took a step toward me, running her hands up her body, then pulling her hair back and starting to dance, breasts swaying. “Come on, you play a song, I’ll dance. Deal?”
The tea started its whistle, making me startle, and I turned quickly to pour it, dipping the teabags in and trying not to let my mind wander off in all the horribly inappropriate places it was going at the moment.
“One tune,” she begged, and I turned to see she was at the counter, leaning over with her arms folded to press up her cleavage, tight little nipples right there… so close.
I handed her the tea. “I doubt that thing works anymore, anyway.”
“Come on, I’m sure we can get it going.”
“The…” I shook my head again, breathed, and walked over to the chair to have a seat. Truthfully, the pipes hadn’t been oiled in years, and you had to treat the leather or it could get moldy inside. While I was possibly willing to risk the mold getting into my lungs for something with her, a dance wasn’t quite enough.
She went to the chair by the far wall and sat like a lady, at least, crossing one leg over the other in a way that meant I didn’t have to—get to?—stare at her pussy as we sat across from each other. No matter what I did I couldn’t take my eyes off her exposed breasts, , and I started to wonder if having a boner longer than four hours without Viagra was also something to call the doctor about. Based on how hard this thing was at the moment, I was pretty sure it would never go away.
“Who are you?” she asked, tilting her head.
“Me?” I laughed.
“Aside from a musician, of course.”
“Oh, of course.” I took a sip of my tea, savoring the winter spices, and found myself relaxing. Finally. “My friends call me Drake, or sometimes D-bag, but that’s only when I’m being a jerk.”
“D-Bag?” She shrugged. “I don’t get it.”
“Oh…” Yeah, explaining what a douche bag was didn’t seem like the right move here. “Something stupid, you know. I never much cared for it anyway. Drake is good.”
“Sure, Drake.” She sipped her tea, eyeing me over the rim of the cup. When she lowered it, she licked some of it off of her lips, and my unease ratcheted up again. “And this place? This world?”
“This world?” I frowned, lowering my cup. “What do you mean?”
“Do you like living here? You haven’t gone off planet, and all.”
“Ahh.” Considering the question, I turned to a star map I’d taped to the top of my television. “Yeah, well… it’s not easy to go off planet, you know. There’s the crazy ascension paths that lead to more cases of death than actual ascension, and there’s the being rich route. Death doesn’t sound like fun, and while I’m not destitute, money to leave Earth? Not in my lifetime, I’d wager.”
She smiled. “Stick with me, we’ll find a way.”
That gave me reason to be curious. “And you? Who is this stunning succ—sorry, ex-succubus in my living room?”
“Ria, short for Ehrianthus.”
“Why not Ehri, then?” I asked, as if that was what I should be focusing on.
With a shrug, she ignored the question and glanced around, then took a sip of her tea, staring at me. “Are you… going to have a problem with this?”
“This?”
She gestured to her nude body. “This.”
“That’s a complicated question.”
“Let me guess,” she set the tea down, arms on the armrests in way that made the view impossible to look away from. “On the one hand, unless you get to fuck me, yes, it’ll be a problem. On the other, you really don’t want me to cover up, because you’ll never be able to forgive yourself for being the cause of that.”
Sure I was blushing, I nodded. “That about covers it.”
With a sigh, she stood, uncrossing her legs in a very Basic Instinct, full view, sort of way. Holy fuck, my mind spun, the bulge in my pants threatening to explode.
“Let’s find me some sheets to use, I can form some sort of outfit.” Glancing at my bulge, she smiled. “As much as that’s flattering, we can’t have you passing out from blood loss to the head, not if you’re going to help me.”
“How, er, how can I help, exactly?”
“First, find me the sheet, then I’ll explain.”
I stood, guiding her to the stairs. “I… better go first,” I said, knowing that if I was watching her ass as she walked up, I’d be in trouble.
Her arched eyebrow showed she got it, and she waved for me to lead the way. We made it to my room and I showed her my clothes to see if anything would fit, but she pointed out that, with her wings, not so much. Reluctantly giving up a sheet, but then realizing I was going to maybe be able to sleep in the sheet later, that same sheet she started to wrap around herself, I licked my lips and had to take a heavy breath.
“Just… go, deal with it.” She started wrapping the sheet around herself, tearing it much to my chagrin, until soon she wore it like a toga.
“Sorry?”
“You know, pleasure yourself, whatever you have to do to be able to—” A thump sounded, loud, and she froze. “Never mind, no time.”
“I should see what that was,” I said, re-tucking my boner into my belt and starting for the door.
