Chapter 11: Initiation (11)

"Ow. Double ow. Owwwwwwww…"

With a muffled thump Lance threw himself onto his rooms's bed in what was becoming a distressingly familiar pattern, body positively aching with deep, unyielding muscle pain.

"Shir, can't you do anything about this?"

A playful giggle was his only answer, the grimoire amusedly responding, "And give you an easy out? Nope, you're gonna have to deal with this one on your own~!"

A defeated sigh left the teen's mouth.

"What are you even complaining about anyways? You don't have muscles anymore, remember? If they're feeling sore that's on you, since technically you can be as strong as you can alter yourself to be."

One of the male's emerald eyes rolled itself to face Shir's genuinely curious ones, tone dry as he replied, "You see, you say that like I know how to do those things when not more than twenty minutes ago I was getting manhandled across the dance floor by a stupidly fast and powerful Fallen Angel while I was just trying not to stab myself with the sharp end of a spear."

"Ehh, it wasn't that bad."

"But it was bad."

The grimoire nodded in agreement.

"Yeah. It was pretty shit. Although to be fair outside of a knife I don't see you becoming some kind of super talented blade mage, it's just not in your wheelhouse."

"And just like that my hopes of being a super awesome swordfighter died."

Shir smirked at his grumbling.

"The only skill you had with a sword was making other people look competent with it."

"Jesus, who's side are you on?"

Another cackle left the demon girl as she happily flopped on top of Lance with a careless leap, the teen wheezing in agony as his stressed muscles protested loudly at the grimoire's attentions.

"I know I can't die, Shir, but that doesn't mean you can't extraordinarily fuck me up, you know?"

He felt his newfound partner's sharp teeth teasingly nip at the base of his neck, a sensual purr escaping her lips as she stated, "Maybe that's just what you need, hmm~? Letting a sore muscle sit without stretching it is bad, right? Maybe a little bit of, let's call it it stretching, will do the trick?"

Lance craned his neck around, staring directly into a smirking Shir'Atath's expression as he asked, "You're asking a guy if he wants to have totally commitment and guilt-free sex, just to alleviate his pain?"

They continued to stare at each other for a few seconds.

"Uh, hell yeah I'm in."

"Heh heh, I knew you'd come around to my way of thinking~!"

Without further ado the spiky-haired teen flipped himself over, trapping the pale-haired demon beneath his arms as he deeply kissed the fourth avatar, both of them moaning pleasantly into the charged embrace-

-and the male's phone began to ring, Lance's eye violently twitching at the interruption as Shir looked like she was trying valiantly not to laugh, even as her sharpened nails teased and caressed her contractor's abdominals.

"If that's a solicitor I swear to god I'm going to put them on Limbo's shit list as my first act of irresponsible abuse of authority."

"Ooh, I like the way you think~!"

Huffing out a sigh as he stalked towards his phone the teen tried to think of who could be calling him. There were only a few people left who might not have been memory wiped and while they weren't of any consequence the conversations would have to be handled...delicately.

Grabbing the currently irritating and chiming device Lance stabbed the accept call without even bothering to look at the ID-

-and froze as a very familiar and very unwelcome voice came over the speaker.

[Oh, and here I thought you weren't going to pick up, Lance Jacobson.]

Swallowing thickly and trying to maintain his cool the teen smoothly responded, "Senia Marscha...didn't think you'd be dropping a calling card until way farther down the line, I hate to disappoint you but I'm still weak as shit. Try again in a few decades or something."

Rather than be disappointed only a sultry giggle was heard, the succubus princess replying, [A valiant attempt at misdirection and modesty, young man...but I believe you will make a rather fine meal as you are now. To that end I've taken the liberty of occupying your father's time and attention. Garret, I do believe his name was?]

Lance felt his blood run cold, Shir calmly watching him from where she lay draped across the bed.

"...You do realize that while you certainly hold an advantage over me right now, that if you go through on what I'm fairly certain is a threat I will spend every resource Limbo has on bringing you before me, right? And I can be a vindictive asshole when I want to be. Don't push your luck."

Instead of a cowed or sullen response the succubus only sounded mildly put out, replying, [Now now, no need for such aggressive and blatantly unfriendly words. I only wish to chat and maybe have a little fun. Come to your house, alone, and we'll have a little heart-to-heart. Oh, and while I would very much like to meet her your nun friend is also out.]

The woman's tone turned just as dangerous as his.

[Don't think you can threaten me, Lance Jacobson. Renege on this deal and I'll kill your father in the blink of an eye. I recommend you get here within the hour, else you'll have your sire's blood on your hands.]

The line hung up, the teen blankly staring at is phone for a few precious seconds...and was then sprinting out of the room without a backwards glance, Shir'Atath sighing as she cast a few basic spells that would prevent Limbo from cluing in to the little spat about to play out.

"Well, this should be interesting. Time to found out what he's really made out of..."

Lance brought himself to a halt right outside the door of his home with barely a minute to spare from Senia's deadline, distantly noting that even during his prime on the swim team a sprint across the city like that one - the young man having missed the fact that no one paid attention to him in his frenzy - would have left him a puffing mess...now he was barely so much as winded.

Teeth locked in a snarl the teen strode through the unlocked front door, fingers clenching and unclenching as he readied himself to call upon the strange power Celestia had been trying to get him to make use of for the past few days...tactfully ignoring the fact that he still had no idea how to properly make use of it.

A pair of voices could be heard from the living room, Lance squaring his shoulders and marching directly towards the source of the noise, bracing himself for whatever horrors or tricks the bitch might have prepared for him-

-and blinked as all that greeted him was the sight of his father and the succubus seated on the couch, staring at his father's phone and conversing animatedly over whatever it was they were observing, the woman conservatively dressed in a form-hugging long-sleeve shirt and tight jeans.

"What...what the hell?"

"Oh, what about this one? Married once, divorced, one child, decent job...a little meek by the sound of her profile and of more humble desires than I would feel comfortable with but this is you we are speaking of, not myself."

"Well, I've always wanted a kid but things never panned out that way, maybe this will be good for me. And I don't mind someone being a bit more down to earth in what they want from life, I think that's just what I need. Both of us work pretty constantly so it's not like there would be much opportunity for hanging out regardless."

Staring dumbly at the sight that was almost aggressively non-aggressive Lance slowly and warily strode into view, his father startling at his sudden appearance before relaxing, turning to the succubus and asking, "Oh, is this the friend of yours you were waiting for?"

"Indeed he is, you certainly cut that quite close, didn't you?"

Doing his best to ignore the simmering anger and pang of loss that his dad's complete lack of recognition brought about Lance turned instead to the grinning woman, stiffly stating, "Well, I'm here. Now what do you want?"

"In quite the rush, aren't we? Would you rather not take some time to peruse potential prospects for Mr. Garret?"

"No offense to him...but no."

Senia shrugged, idly commenting, "Very well, let us move on to other matters then."

She reached out, tapped the teen's parent on the forehead-

-and he fell over without a sound, Lance snarling and preparing to rush down the succubus without a second thought...and eased up slightly as he heard soft snores escape the older man's mouth.

"High strung, much? You may relax, now that you're here I have little need to hold your father hostage."

Gracefully rising to her feet the silver-haired woman motioned for him to follow, Lance warily doing so as he trailed after her into his now sparse room, the young man shutting the door behind him-

-and immediately leapt into action, his hand wrapping itself around the lithe girl's throat as he slammed her into the wall and in a display of strength that surprised even himself hauled her up it, held stable with so much as barely a tremor in his arm to be found.

"I've got four questions, bitch. First, why are you here? Second, why did you want me here? Third, why were you showing my dad a fucking dating app? And fourth, is me restraining you like this actually even doing anything?"

Appearing supremely unconcerned with her position Senia replied with the ease of someone out on an afternoon stroll, answering, "First, I'm here so that I could get you to show up in person with no complications attached. Second, I needed you here because how else would I drain your power from you? Third, because when I arrived your father was nothing if not a polite gentleman and I wished to repay that hospitality. Fear not, that dating app was created by my people and it's quite good at matching partners together. Consider it an act of good faith between us. As for the fourth?"

She wickedly smiled, svelte fingertips tracing the curve of her bottom lip as she throatily purred, "It's really turning me on~."

Meeting the woman's magenta eyes for a second longer Lance made no visible move...and grimaced, stepping back slightly as he gently placed Senia on her feet, warily asking, "Right, so if you're just after my cum or whatever why this whole show? Why not just drag me into an alley or something and get this whole affair over and done with? Isn't that how succubi and incubi gain power?"

Smoothly striding past him Senia sat on his bed, gently patting the spot next to her as he pointedly rested his back against the door, not trusting the demon in the slightest.

Seeming more amused by his decision than she did slighted Senia explained, "It's not quite that simple, unfortunately."

Crossing one leg over the other in a display that left the young man's eyes wandering before he snapped them back up to the woman's - an act that didn't go unnoticed by her, a smug smirk decorating her flawless lips - she began with, "As stated before I am the third princess of the succubi matriarchy. What I didn't tell you is that in eight years time my mother will be stepping down as queen and will have one of her three daughters assume the throne in her place. I have every intention of ruling but there is one itty bitty problem."

A peeved expression appeared on her alluring features.

"My two older sisters are well over two hundred years old while I am a mere fifty. That means, in the race for the throne, I am two hundred years behind in accumulating alliances, favors and influence. I am not without supporters of my own, true...but the queen is selected both on popular vote and a more objective assessment by our mother on who has more overall influence among our people and other factions. I am quite the underdog, to put it lightly. And let us not even attempt to delve into the fact that I am much weaker on a personal level than my siblings."

Suddenly appearing animated Senia pointed directly at him, excitedly stating, "And that is when I saw you, Lance Jacobson. Once no more than a passing morsel, now carrying within one of the most potent powers that exist in our many realms. You are my ticket to winning the throne, you and that power you contain."

Sighing in vexation and throwing his hands up in the air Lance complained, "If all you need is to milk my balls dry then you could have just fucking asked. You're hot as hell and as long as there are no strings attached to this deal then go fucking wild, you didn't need to get my dad involved in all of this."

Senia giggled at his response, stating, "While sweet of you it doesn't quite work that way. You see, a succubus that takes in tantric essence from an unwilling or unaware source doesn't long retain that power, as it does not belong to them and was not given earnestly. In just a few weeks or even days it will vanish, unable to be replenished through natural means without the presence of the one who it was taken from."

A dainty finger rose, pointing in his direction.

"A power such as yours, that contains excessive amounts of inherit strength, would dissipate quite quickly. To keep power for ourselves, to make it a facet of our very being, takes either a deep and loving connection - energy willingly and honestly given, as it were - or constant and repeated exposure for many months, if not years."

Lance narrowed his eyes as Senia rose from where she was seated, slowly approaching him with a noticeable sway to her hips as he made to drop into a more defensive posture-

-and found that he couldn't, eyes snapping wide with horror as he found that his body had no intention of following his orders, even his ability to talk stripped from his control as the teen belatedly realized the woman's eyes were glowing with an ethereal tinge.

"There is a work around to this, however. A succubus is capable of tearing the soul and magic from an individual and adding their energy to their own. Not as efficient as the aforementioned methods, but, well…"

Lance tried without success to free himself from the strange hypnotism he was under, furiously wondering why he was able to break free of Heshal's hypnotism but not this one as Senia playfully took his hand and lead him towards the bed as his muscles languidly played along.

"With strength like yours even a fraction would be incalculably worth the effort. Who knows? Perhaps even Shir'Atath herself will happily consider me her new host, after the old one perished…"

Finally resting some manner of control over himself as he felt his body laid against the bed Lance growled out, "Good luck, bitch. Maybe you missed the memo but I'm freakin' immortal. You can try to kill me and take Shir that way but I wouldn't hold my breath."

Yet again he was sorely disappointed at the succubus's reaction, glowing eyes now practically sparkling with delight as she mused, "Oh there is still so much that you do not understand, little boy...your immortality is granted by your contract with the fourth avatar, not any inherent ability that is irrevocably a part of you. Her magic and your soul are the two necessary components of that undying ability."

She bent low, seductively whispering into his ear, "I can remove both of those from your body, Lance Jacobson. Make no mistake, you can and will die should I succeed...or am I wrong, Shir'Atath?"

"Nope, you're totally spot on there."

The male's eyes snapped to the side, the grimoire perched on his office chair and observing the proceedings with a curious gaze, making it clear she had no intention of intervening.

"And since we're on the subject, would you have any objection to my coming actions, fourth avatar? I would still very much like to not be on your bad side, since it seems likely we shall be working closely together in the near future."

Ignoring Lance's shocked and horrified gaze the grimoire simply met his stare with a neutral expression, calmly stating, "I told you I wouldn't be holding your hand every step of the way, remember? I already helped by making it so Limbo didn't pursue or notice when you ran out like your ass was on fire, this trial is yours and yours alone to overcome."

The most serious cadence he'd yet to hear from the grimoire graced his ears like Damocle's own fuckoff sword.

"Figure out a way out of this...or die trying. Those are your options."

Feeling very real panic and terror settle into his veins the youth tried with all his might to break free from the succubus' control to no avail, muscles and fine motor control completely useless as the woman began to slowly and deliberately unbuckle his pants.

"In that case...why don't we get started? If nothing else I promise you this, Lance...your death will be a most pleasant one~!"

The demon divested himself of his underwear, limp dick springing free from its confines-

-and with a breathy moan Senia brought the flaccid length into her mouth, a strangled gasp escaping him as his cock began to ache, blood rushing to it with such fervor that it actually hurt as he began to swiftly fill the woman's warm, wet and velvety throat as she unleashed a muffled giggle, glowing eyes of lustful magenta meeting his panicked emerald ones...and a quick swirl of her tongue caused a cry to leave Lance's throat, the insane sensitivity his groin was suffering from the damn woman's magics causing him to explode into her mouth without warning, chest heaving for breath as with a wet pop the girl removed herself from his still swaying and erect length, grinning down at him like an apex predator as she purred, "Oh yes...your death is going to be most satisfying…"