Lady of the Night
Bo noticed her from across the bar. Or them, to be more precise.
Loaded in makeup and age–inappropriate clothing. "Cheap tart" would be too flattering a description. But there was also still something about her; young, fresh, and clearly putting on a show. She was too smart to be doing this shit.
Bo watched her sidle up to the fat sleazebag with a predatory glare. A little flirting and she got both his wallet and a free drink. But what the succubus knew that the girl didn't was that the exchange was equal: he didn't notice his wallet being lifted, and she didn't notice her drink being spiked.
The raven –haired beauty sighed.
"It would make as good a meal as any"
She still wasn't sure which to feed from. The girl would certainly be more appealing, but the wretch was just the kind of monster she normally let her demoness feed off of.
'Oh well, might as well see how this plays out."
Her petty theft successful the girl quickly dodged away to the elevator. Obviously the man followed behind her, still expecting his due for the drink. What neither one noticed was Bo creeping after both of them.
The blatantly fake blonde ducked into the elevator and tried to shut it only for the man to slip in just in time. The succubus waited outside listening at the door.
"You are a pretty little thing aren't you?" The bulky fellow husked out.
"Good lord. He even talks like a disgusting rapist."
"Ew, gross! Back off or I'll vom." Was the girls curt reply.
"And she doesn't talk much smarter than she looks…"
Obviously the man began to force himself on her, the girl struggled at first but almost immediately her arms stopped responding .
"Wh-what wazz'n that drink?" The girl barely slurred out.
"Just something to make you a little friendlier." It was clear the pig could barely contain his excitement as he began pawing the girls clothes off.
Bo decided it was finally time to act. Easily pulling the doors open the scene before her actually caused a twinge of sympathy. That immediately made up her mind.
"You good?" She asked the girl, who dropped to the floor as the man turned around.
"A-okay!" She handily replied despite her obviously incapacitated state.
"Now," She turned to the man. "don't you know it's rude to leave without saying goodbye? You've been a naughty boy." She finished in a deep sultry tone.
Quickly she pushed him against the elevator wall and forced him into a kiss-well, force wasn't exactly necessary.
Shortly she felt the euphoria.
The rush.
It was beautiful every time. Even vile creatures like this one provide the most indescribable sensations. She lived for the kill. Stalking the night. Every person, every soul she saw, was just another meal, another opportunity to taste that drug.
They seemed to enjoy it to, at least if that idiotic smile plastered on his face was any indication. Once every bit of his life essence was drained she tossed his bloated corpse like so much spoiled meat and headed out into the night.
"Hey, wha 'bout me?" The girl slurred out. Bo noticed her put a camera phone away. Amusing how she thought her 'savior' wouldn't notice, fortunately she hardly cared. Nobody would see anything useful from that little tiny camera, at such an angle, in a dim elevator.
"Oh why not? She could make a delicious desert."
Bo slung the girl over her shoulder.
"By Bye Mr. Smiley Face!" The girl drunkenly called back at the corpse.
The smiling corpse still rests in it's steel grave. Two police detectives are examining the corpse while other officers cordon off the area.
"It's clearly another one." The one kneeling over the body declared. Hairy, blonde, and he was clearly not one to be messed with.
"You mean the same killer?" Asked his partner. Young, more laid back looking, accentuating his style with a trilby hat.
"Of course. And…" He delicately plucked a hair from the corpse and sniffed it deeply. "She was sloppy this time."
"She? Always can count on that nose Dyson. But I got one up: security footage caught her on camera."
He immediately snapped to attention at that.
"Show me."
Bo looked at the girl splayed out on the couch. She'd take off the silly blonde wig for her and found her own natural hair was really quite beautiful too. Bo honestly could not pinpoint what had attracted her to the sprightly girl so much, but something caused her to drag her back here.
Either way the succubus knew one thing:
She wanted her.
Fortunately neither her partner's consciousness nor consent were important factors for Bo, as her earlier murder nicely demonstrated. So she began stripping the girls colorful clothes off. On the way she stopped to check for a wallet or some other form of ID, but was rather surprised to find none of the many on the girl belonged to her.
"Wow, we have an active little thief here."
Bo threw them aside and continued. Eventually she had the girl naked. The succubus took a moment to marvel at the sprightly little things beauty. True her body's slender build lacked Bo's curves, but it possessed a fragile beauty all its own.
"Funny" Bo thought back to the wallets and the bar. "Something so delicate looking can also be so strong."
When she was done appreciating the girls beauty, and having already stripped herself, Bo decided to start the main event. Sliding on top of the unconscious girl she began a heated make-out with the unresponsive body. Naturally it was not so good as with a partner kissing back, but her mouth felt-and tasted-divine anyways. Bo ran her hands along the body, feeling the gentle slopes of the girl's small breasts and stomach toned from a hard life on the street, and arriving at the final prize. She gently coursed energy from herself into the girl to accelerate her arousal and felt her center moisten under the ministrations.
Eager for her reward Bo held back no longer. Slipping their legs together she ground herself against the girls thigh, making sure they were both receiving the same friction. Up above she continued heatedly kissing her, and began the feast. Drinking the girls life energy through her arousal. This time she took it slow, gently easing her life away as their arousal reached fever pitch together. This one was for pleasure.
It came as a surprise when the girls eyes fluttered open.
"Wha-a?" The girl erratically gasped out, pulling their lips apart. "No… P-lease…" She tried to struggle through her burning arousal to push Bo off. But between the lingering drug and sexual haze her arms were useless.
This unexpected occurrence only excited the succubus more. Who reacted by forcing their mouths back together despite the girls whimpered protests and forcing more energy through her to involuntarily spike her arousal even higher. Soon the girl was grinding with her own hips, the arousal making her body help Bo against her own will. It wasn't long before they were both moaning in unison. For both an amazing climax. But for one a nightmare.
They sat. Even for all her experience the judgmental scowl was awkward for Bo to endure. But she was still good enough not to show it, casually eating a milkshake under the girl's glare.
"You saved me from a date rape - to date rape me?" Her voice dripped with betrayal and anger when she finally, slowly, spoke.
"Yes, pretty much." Bo decided honesty was the best policy here. The girl was basically just a snack in the cupboard still after all; why build up fancy lies?
"Why? I did nothing to you, you could have just left me to him!" The girl sounded honestly confused.
"You're cute." Bo shrugged. "And you were in trouble. So I decided to offer my help, and take my own reward." That wasn't entirely a lie either. The whole situation had definitely provided a convenient way for her to dismiss the whole thing as morally in the clear.
"How wrong could it be? The very worst I could do still couldn't have made it any worse than it already was."
"So what; you're some kind of bisexual rape vigilante?" Bo couldn't help but break out in giggles at that. "'Rape Woman' maybe? Yeah, I'm pretty sure some hentai has already done that or something. Why did you really do it? Because I have this."
The girl slid her camera across the table. Bo sighed. She had rather hoped the girl forgot that whole thing, or dismissed it as a drug induced hallucination. It seems the girl was smarter, and funnier, than she thought.
"Fine. You're right. I'm not some normal good Samaritan." The girl snorted at that. "I feed off sex. And it kills people. Happy? That's about the gist of it." Bo admitted to herself that she still, even now, sounded bitter about the whole thing.
Despite everything the girl almost squealed at the revelation. "I knew it! So what are you? An alien? Demon? Science experiment?" The girl seemed to have largely forgotten about the earlier incident now that she had something interesting to focus on. Bo got the impression this girl wasn't one to dwell on things, or think things through for that matter.
Bo chuckled. "I'm not an alien. Truthfully, I don't know what I am. I sort of call my hunger a demoness, but I don't exactly think I literally come from hell." She noticed the waitress approaching. "Why don't I just give you a demonstration."
The waitress reached them and handed over the check. Bo however immediately grabbed her hand and began stroking it in a sultry manner. "I'm sorry, but I'm a little short right now. Do you think maybe I could come back and make it up to you later?"
The poor waitress essentially turned into a giggling schoolgirl at her touch. "O-of course!"
With that done Bo dragged her wide eyed companion out onto the sidewalk.
"Now my turn: What's your name? I think we're well acquainted enough that I should know."
She spoke the last part in a sultry tone and smiled as the girl cringed at being reminded what happened.
"Uh, Kenzi. You can call me Kenzi. So, why did you do that anyway? Save me and then… you know."
"Because I was hungry. Scum like him are good prey because they're easily forgotten. And girls like you too." Bo sounded slightly apologetic at that. "I decided to drain him and save you for desert, and fun of course. Actually that's still the plan."
Kenzi suddenly paled, a challenge in and of itself for someone wearing goth makeup. "You're still planning on killing me? Come on! I thought we were becoming friends. I mean, maybe friends with benefits on your end. But I'm sure some booby-traps while I'm sleeping would solve that. I have a chance to help out some kind of weird sex hero, I can't miss that!"
Bo laughed again. Which made it more times in one day than she had in years. "I really don't know. You're cute, and funny. But I'm not a good person Kenzi. I kill people, and I'm not going to stop doing that. I like it, and I like manipulating people. I guess you'd make a cute pet though." She wore a smile at the end.
"PET?! Hey, what do you-"
The two had arrived at an alley they had to walk through to reach Bo's car when suddenly two men attacked. A young black man produced some kind of painful whistling sound, the tone almost immediately disoriented them. The other man swiftly ran up to Bo and pulled a sack over her head. They ignored Kenzi as she collapsed to the ground in favor of dragging Bo straight into the back of a van.
Bo woke up tied to a chair, sack still drawn over her head.
"Where am I? Where is the girl? I swear to god if you don't kill me, I will certainly kill you." She angrily shouted.
"Well, well, well." A deep voice resonated unseen. "The rebel appears. You knew the rules, and you got caught. Tell me; what is your clan?" The bag was roughly pulled from her head revealing an imposing dark-skinned figure clad entire in white.
"Clan?" Bo laughed. "Do I look like a fucking Scotsman? Am I wearing plaid? I have no idea what you're talking about, thank god."
"I'm pretty sure she's telling the truth." One of her captors, the whistler, offered.
The man leaned over her threateningly. "Do you truly not know what you are?"
"I'm the crazy chick who kills people. Wanna taste?" With that she brutally launched her head into the mans nose sending him reeling.
Her scruffy captor immediately surged forward and grabbed, his face contorting into a bestial form bearing fangs.
"What the- You're worried about what I am, what is he?!"
In the midst of the confusion a woman in a lab-coat rushed into the room, up to the still dazed man. She was tall with long blonde hair and peculiarly beautiful.
"It's the Morrigan, she insists on seeing her." She explained to him in a harried manner.
However it proved moot, as just moments later an older woman in a crimson dress with perfectly styled dark locks strode into the room with a sultry confident swagger.
"You. Were not. Invited." The dark man snarled out.
"I know, and I'm hurt." She feigned insult.
"If everyone here has superpowers then hers had better not be sex goddess. 'Cause that ones already taken." Bo piped up.
"So this is the new player on the field." The woman leaned close, examining Bo. "Cute. I'm the Morrigan. But you will be learning that much more intimately soon I'm sure."
"I can hardly wait." Bo purred back.
"Trust me. You'll wish you had." The woman then swept out of the room.
"Okay, this is getting old. Anyone want to explain what's going on?"
The man suddenly spoke with authority. "Lauren, take her to the lab. Run the usual tests." The Morrigan attempted to intervene but he continued. "And we have much to discuss on this matter."
The men untied her and the woman, Lauren apparently, gently grabbed hold of Bo's arm and guided her out. The walked through the strangely luxurious halls until she opened the door into a richly appointed medical laboratory.
"At least I got kidnapped by somebody powerful."
"Could you strip please?" The woman requested.
"Of course." Bo purred.
"For the examination I mean." Lauren blushed. Bo just smirked.
The succubus slipped her clothes off, dropping them to the ground, and slid gracefully onto the table. Lauren leaned close and began carefully examining her body.
"My god you're beautiful." She breathed out.
"Tell me: do you always get a girl naked on the first date?" Bo teased.
Lauren blushed even deeper. "Wha-? No! I mean, this is a professional examination!"
Bo reached out and gently grabbed her hands. An idea forming in her head at this girls obvious crush on her.
"But couldn't we make it a little more… thorough?" She flooded her power into the blonde. Immediately the doctor looked more flushed and confused.
"I… guess it couldn't hurt." Her lust addled voice hesitantly responded.
"Of course not. Unless you want it too."
Bo pulled her in for a kiss. Almost to her surprise the woman immediately and eagerly responded, clearly she was ready for this.
"This is a fun one."
Bo began deftly unbuttoning the woman's shirt and slipping her hand under her bra. Lauren moaned as she felt her unexpected lover cupping her breasts.
"Now's the time." As much as Bo found herself actually enjoying this, even wishing she could finish. She knew it was time to make a move and get out of here. She pushed deeper into the kiss and began drawing out the Lauren's life essence. Feeling the familiar euphoria of taking something beautiful. As usual her lover barely seemed to notice as her body weakened.
"Aaaghh!" Bo suddenly felt a stabbing pain in the back of her neck and lost control of her body. As she tumbled to the ground she could see two massively bulky men with monstrous deformed faces standing behind where she was sitting. One of them lifted his boot of the ground and was positioning over her head when Lauren, gasping and recovering from her ordeal, rasped out.
"No, don't. The Ash wants her alive." Immediately they recoiled and plodded into a corner of the room.
Lauren helped Bo back onto the table. "Well, that answered your species. You are very much a succubus."
"A succubus? So I am a demon?" Bo felt more than a little surprised and confused.
"A demon? No, you're a fae. Just… have someone else explain it." Bo could see hurt and betrayal in the woman's eyes.
"She could be useful. Not to mention fun."
"Lauren-."
"No. We kidnapped you. You tried to escape. I get it, just go." Lauren then left the room.
"Well that didn't go well."
Bo was disappointed, first that she failed to escape, and second that now the hot doctor would be on her guard around her. For a moment she wondered what she was expected to do now, but her questions were dispelled by her white captor's arrival bearing manacles.
"So, if that's Lauren, and I imagine deepthroat back there is this 'Ash', who are you?" She inquired whilst being manacled.
"The name is Dyson." He tersely responded.
"Oh? Nice, named for a vacuum cleaner. I hope that works for you." She taunted, figuring at this point it really did not matter.
"Look." He suddenly pulled her to a halt. "You are unstable, a loose cannon, and a threat to us all. But everyone deserves a chance. So I'm going to tell you something very important if you can stop to listen long enough. You will be put through a test, expected to fight creatures far more powerful than yourself. I recommend you prepare in any way possible."
Bo sighed. "Fine, thanks."
"And you'll probably expect me to suck you off later."
Bo found herself dragged back into the van. After a lengthy drive the massive thugs from the lab rolled her out into some rusting industrial building.
"You really have to take this gladiator arena bit up to 11 don't you?" Bo quipped.
The guard just grunted and pushed her forward, shoving her into a small room.
"Yeah, right I'll take that as a yes." Bo snarked as she stumbled into a chair.
Bo just patiently waited in the ratty room, but wasn't long before the Morrigan crept into the room again.
"Ooh, finally somebody interesting again. Couldn't resist coming back? Come to have your own turn maybe?"
The Morrigan simply cast her a sarcastic smile. "Hardly. You're a few hundred years too young to keep up I'm afraid dearie. I'm just here to provide a little encouragement."
"Encouragement?"
"A side dear. You need to pick a side. We can offer you friends, contacts, jobs…. Perks." She whispered the last into Bo's ear.
"Sounds exciting." She replied. "I like your style, putting yourself on the negotiating table-literally. But I'm afraid I can get enough slutty MILF without selling my soul thank you."
The Morrigan pulled back enraged, with a vicious snarl she slapped Bo.
"You will have to choose. And when you do I think you are going to find a very interesting time of things." She then stormed out of the room.
Bo just sat back wearing a self-satisfied smile until Dyson came to bring her to the arena.
"The creatures you will be fighting are called Under Fae. They are fae who cannot mingle freely amongst humanity, and the ones you will be fighting are very old and powerful."
"Thanks for the tip Shaggy. Thankfully I'm well fed and have a few tricks of my own."
They arrived at the main floor of the old factory. A circle was set up dimly illuminated by fire barrels. On the rafters above the audience, including the two clan heads, could faintly be seen gazing down. Each situated above what Bo assumed to be banners bearing the symbol of their clans.
Of course that only held Bo's attention briefly before she noticed the enormous hammer wielding brute standing on the other side of the circle. She had to admit; even after werewolves, magical shrieks, and that Morrigan chick, whatever this is was still unexpected. And unnerving.
Dyson pulled her out of her shock. "He may be big, but it only makes him slower. Choose wisely." He unfurled a pouch of weapons containing a wide selection of deadly but archaic implements. Bo swiftly and confidently grabbed a set of dual blades.
The audience cheered loudly as she stepped into the ring only to be swiftly silenced by the Ash.
"To the death!" He deeply intoned.
That was all the cue the immense beast needed to lumber forward and heave its hammer up into the air. Fortunately it could not possibly have given more warning where it was going to strike, allowing Bo to easily leap out of the way. The moment its great hammer struck the ground with a resounding crash it jerked it in a circle sending it spinning towards the succubus, who was forced to react much more quickly and leap back.
"You know I have a long history of killing people. And even with my powers not all of them were so agreeable. So you? Not my biggest challenge."
Bo nimbly dashed forward. Falling to the ground she slid between the beasts legs, leaping to her feet behind it she buried her blades in the creatures ankles. With a terrible roar the giant sank to its knees. Pulling the blades out Bo swiftly buried them in its neck. With one last dying gargle the beast collapsed.
Just as Bo was rising up in triumph though she faintly felt a hand grasping her shoulder.
And then everything disappeared.
A dark forest.
The barest glimpse of moon creeping through the trees.
"What?" Bo rapidly looked around, confused how things so suddenly changed.
"You are a monster." A loud hissing voice emanated from the branches. Footsteps moved inhumanly fast through the trees.
"A remorseless beast who lives only to kill." She could hear the creature circling in on her. Bo lifted her twin blades in defense only to find them no longer there.
"But do not worry. Nobody will miss you once you're gone." Branches split and shattered as the creature charged.
"Bo!"
Snapping back to reality she grabbed her blade from the ground, spinning around kicked the creature to the ground without checking what it was even, and buried her blade in its neck.
"Same to you bitch."
Quickly taking stock she found the source of the voice which had snapped her back, Kenzi's voice, being pinned to by one of the audience. Grabbing the second blade she threw it neatly through the thugs arm.
"She's mine."
Everybody stopped in place.
"She is successful!" The unmistakable voice of the Ash boomed through the arena. "Child, you may name your side."
"Neither!" Bo screamed indignantly. "I choose myself! What have you ever done for me? You never raised me. You never protected me. So you cannot suddenly call the right to claim me. Your clans can go to hell."
Bo could see the clan heads whispering, the Morrigan almost certainly begging to kill her. But after a few moments, and she could almost swear they were talking with a third party, Dyson came and grabbed both her and Kenzi. They were rushed out the alley.
"For some reason they haven't decided to kill you yet. For now just stay out of their business, don't reveal yourself, and you should be safe." He paused a moment, seeming to question himself. "And I've never had the honor to watch somebody fight that fiercely." He added.
"Yeah, well. I guess thanks for giving me the heads up." She reluctantly thanked him.
He nodded and turned back.
"Still not getting any though." She mumbled.
"So what's next?" Kenzi piped up.
"We head back. Tomorrow can come tomorrow."
"We, huh?"
"Of course. You came back and saved me. The least I can do is keep them from killing you." Bo matter of factly explained.
"Cool, so we're a team now. Uh, so you know I'm really only into guys so if you could-"
"No." Bo flatly interjected.
"Oh come on! You can get anyone!" Kenzi whined.
"And trust me; I will. But I claimed you. Do you think those people will respect any relationship short of me owning you? I will protect you, and you can consider yourself off the dinner table, but understand I will be exercising my right as owner." Bo forced their bodies against the wall for emphasis. She could feel the smaller girl squirming and breathing beneath her.
"Uh… right." She nervously responded, then sighed. "Yeah, I can live with that. I'll at least get to really be your sidekick right?"
Bo felt strangely warm that the girl could keep up her spirits even now, knowing that she was not only owned but would be expected to perform against her will.
"Of course you will, now come on! Let's get some sleep."
