Chapter 12: Initiation (Finale)

Death by snu-snu, Lance decided, wasn't all that it was cracked up to be. In fact it was pretty terrifying and painful, albeit liberally sprinkled with incredible amounts of pleasure here and there.

"Mmm, that makes eight hours, young man~!"

Slim body glistening with a veritable river of sweat and other fluids Senia stared down at him with a lascivious grin, slight chest heaving for breath as she flexed her trim hips, riding the male without pause as her silvery-grey hair wetly clung to her shoulders and back, sparse clothing long discarded as with each and every connection between their pelvises a loud, wet smack could be heard, the succubus's tail thrashing in the throes of passion, alternating between caressing the man's body, teasing her hardened nipples and just generally waving about.

"You must be getting close, aren't you~? I can sense and feel it in you, Lance Jacobson...you're at the end of your rope."

The body embedded deep within her shuddered in the throes of yet another orgasm, pathways of magic lighting up along the length of Lance's form as they flowed towards their connected loins, trickling into the woman's body as she shuddered as yet another wave of power nestled within her stomach like an uncontrollable fire, the succubus openly panting as drool hung from her ruby lips, painting her victim's bare chest-

-and a sudden hiss escaped Senia, her thighs and legs violently trembling as the muscles cramped with sharp movements, eyes screwing themselves shut as the magic she had been steadily sucking out of Lance for the past eight hours felt like it was about to burn her alive from the inside...and with a force of will and control she forced her body to unclench, the roiling power within to settle and acclimate to her own as she gazed down on the host of the fourth avatar with no small amount of awe.

He was hardly coherent, eyes long since rolled back up in his head, lips and tongue hanging out and dry as a desert, salt rings crusting his skin and a massive damp spot on the bed where she sat atop of him, soaked through with sweat and discharge.

...And yet he stubbornly held onto his will to live, the succubus taking a second to prepare herself as she cupped his face with her stiff and unwieldy fingers, the digits having spent quite a while teasing her body as well as her victim's, or splayed outwards and keeping her upright.

"It's such a shame that you have to die, young man...virility and power like this? You are every one of my people's fondest dreams. But time is short and even my stamina has its limits."

A sensual grin adorned her lovely features as the teen's eyes managed to unroll themselves long enough to hazily gaze into her own magenta orbs.

"Last leg of the race, tough guy."

Senia began to violently rotate her hips in a circular motion, occasionally mixing it up with forward and backward thrusts as she slammed her cunt onto his still rigid length, loud and throaty cries escaping the succubus as the last burst of her magic caused the male to arch his back and enter a non-stop burst of tantric energy, solid bands of energy lighting up the room as Senia grit her teeth, trying to force every erge of power into her already stuffed core that she could manage, for the first time beginning to wonder if maybe she was overarching by trying to absorb the power - however reduced it currently was - of the fourth avatar...and the light across Lance's body began to flicker and fade, the last gasps of an overtaxed body signalling their failing as the succubus wildly grinned, knowing that she was about to win-

-and cupped her partner's face, whispering, "This is your last chance, Lance Jacobson...I can't wait to see if you have a final surprise in store for me."

"Ahh shit. What a stupid, ridiculous way to go."

Senses long since overwhelmed and turned numb by the continuous, unabated pleasure assailing his body - a body that had been turned into a perpetually horny fucktoy by whatever magic the succubus had used which apparently he couldn't break free from - all Lance was left with was his own thoughts, somehow coherent and cognizant despite the constant pain, burning and cresting euphoria the rest of him was undergoing.

Seriously, if his cock got any more sensitive then the damn thing would go off just by being caught in a stiff breeze...and if his balls didn't look like shrunken raisins by the end of this he was frankly going to be beyond shock.

"I knew Shir'Atath was full of shit. No musculature my ass...if that's the case then why does my everything feel like finely tenderized meat? Goddammit...I just started figuring out my place in all of this and what I would need to do in the future and now it comes to an end by literally being fucked to death. What a fucking joke."

"Can you feel it, Lance? The end of the line is fast approaching...just let go and let it happen…"

Senia's seductive whisper echoed through his ears, the youth grinding his metaphorical teeth as his body ignored any commands he attempted to give it as his magic began to burn, very real darkness and demise approaching as panic began to set in.

"No, no, fucking dammit, why like this?! Dad doesn't even remember me and Emily...she already went through this once, I can't die now!"

But despite his anger and fury nothing the youth did managed to break through the euphoria that had overtaken every facet of his being, body acting on its own as it poured every last iota of power it could muster into the woman's greedy pussy, like some whipped and submissive dog.

"C'mon, Lance, think! Shir is fucking useless right now and all you can rely on is yourself!"

Mind racing a mile a minute in the face of what he knew was a true demise, chill creeping into his flesh and bones as he valiantly struggled against the onset of his swiftly approaching death Lance raged and thought and planned-

-and blinked, his body once again his own and not being forced into a perpetual state of arousal and inability to stay flaccid. Instead he found himself in the middle of some kind of psychedelic landscape consisting of swirling gasses, multi-colored stars and sprawling galaxies, standing upon some kind of reflective surface that shimmered with every movement of his feet.

"Okay...now what?"

Gazing around the bizarre and confusing area his eyes quickly focused on a distant object that didn't seem a natural part of the surrounding chaos, a branch of thirteen interconnected orbs that reminded him of an old, desiccated tree in texture.

Cracked, flaking and appearing as if it could crumble with a simple touch. But more than that it felt strangely...familiar?

Or perhaps it would be more accurate to say natural. As if they had been a part of him forever. Forcing his legs into movement he approached the orbs, pace slowing as he came to a stop barely more than two steps distant, staring up at the thirteen objects that, now that he was closer, towered high overhead.

"Why does it feel like I know what you are…"

Hesitantly reaching out with a hand to the lowest placed sphere of the thirteen Lance brushed his fingertips against the edge of the orb-

-and leaped back with a startled curse as it suddenly sprang to life with an unsettling hum, rainbow incandescence shimmering within its confines as the teen kept a wary eye on the strange...thing.

An observation that came to a very quick and very sudden end.

"You come before me at my daughter's behest, as she speaks of potential and a legacy yet to be fulfilled. You seek now power beyond your narrow perspective, wish for dreams and knowledge meant not for mortal designs...what purpose and motivation drives you further along the path of destruction, child?"

The voice - if it could even be called that - seemed to originate from the starfield itself, an infinite blend of schoolmaster arrogance, playful intimacy, autocratic distance, lazy disinterest and irreverent teasing that shook Lance to his very core, teeth chattering at the sudden shift in...what seemed like reality itself.

Swallowing thickly and marshalling his thoughts Lance gave the question honest thought, coming to the realization that whatever it was that was speaking to him it definitely was a relative of Shir's.

"Wait...daughter? Holy shit, am I speaking to…"

His swallow this time being a fair bit drier and slower Lance let loose a careful breath, trying to gather his scattered and panicked thoughts. He was fairly certain giving Yog-Sothoth a wrong or half-cocked answer was grounds for immediate erasure from the multiverse.

"I...don't know."

No immediate response came so he elaborated.

"I don't know. I'm still learning and there's still so much more to know, enough that any response to that question would likely change in less than twenty-four hour's time."

He let loose a shaky breath, staring down at his hands as they slowly curled and uncurled.

"But...but I do know that I want to survive. To live and one day discover what purpose and mission I'm supposed to fulfill as Shir'Atath's host. Celestia already mentioned that there are others who are interested in my circumstances, waiting for me to one day become worthy of their attention and aid."

Gathering the sparse shreds of his courage Lance stared up at the thirteen spheres, calmly stating, "Maybe, once I know more, I'll have an answer for you."

"Admittance of a lack of knowledge is knowledge unto itself. Ignorance is no crime unless it is wallowed in, rather than rectified. Continue on your course and perhaps one day you shall prove yourself worthy of all that we hold dominion over. For now, Gomory is granted you."

Scarcely able to believe that he was somehow still alive the teen slowly reached out a hand to the pulsating orb, the illumination emanating off of it also extending outwards as if to reciprocate the motion-

-and fire raced through his body, a surprised shout leaving the youth as he almost collapsed right then and there, hands grasping his chest as the flames consuming him from the inside out seemed to find his heart and embrace it with less than zero reservation...and then he woke up.

Senia felt her eyes widen in shock as the power she had been on the cusp of completely tearing from the youth's form skyrocketed in potency and amount, a cry of pain slipping past her lips as it suddenly felt like she was trying to inject molten lava into her veins and soul, the succubus both esoterically and physically ripping herself free from the male as she desperately attempted to get a handle on the coursing power that threatened to rip her apart from the inside out, lithe body spasming and twitching-

-and an unyielding hand snapped closed around her throat, bodily lifting her into the air as the teen rose to his feet as if he hadn't been on the cusp of a true death mere moments ago, this time his grip magnitudes more powerful than it had been initially, strangling the succubus as she fruitlessly gasped for nonexistent air.

"How about this time, Senia? Is this doing anything to you?"

Shaky and trembling arms fruitlessly tried to pry his hand away from the woman's fragile neck, a single, glowing orb of shifting light hovering in front of the teen's chest as Shir'Atath laughed in pure delight and excitement from where she floated nearby, emerald eyes alight with joy as she observed her contractor finally awaken to the first - and arguably most important - aspects of his future power.

Sucking in a breath of pure, unfettered air Lance stared up at the wordlessly gasping succubus that had come so damn close to killing him, whatever magic she had used to enslave him now nullified or worthless as he carelessly tossed her onto the floor, the woman wincing as her muscles and magic were still spasming and crippled by the hours long session, slim chest heaving for air past a bruised airway as Lance scowled down at her, wordlessly raising a single hand as streamers of some kind of eldritch power gathered within-

-and he blinked as Shir suddenly appeared in front of him, cheerfully pushing aside his hand and nullifying the energy contained within as if it was child's play.

"Easy does it there, tiger~! Senia isn't your enemy, she was just doing what I asked her to do."

Lance blinked, feeling like someone just slapped him across the face with a wet fish.

"...What?"

A wheezing groan left the succubus, voice raspy as she complained, "You certainly took your time intervening, fourth. What the fuck?"

"Eh heh heh, sorry, just got a little overly excited by my contractor finally taking his first big step towards getting a real handle on his power-OW!"

Eye rapidly twitching Lance hauled the grimoire to eye level by the base of her tail, meeting the girl's pouting look with gritted teeth as he ground out, "Sorry, run that one by me one more time? You told the fuck monster over there to kill me through sexy time homicide?!"

Meeting his gaze without an ounce of shame Shir nodded, stating, "Yup, sure did~!"

"Oh, okay. WHY?!"

Slipping out of his grasp by shapeshifting into some skinny snake monster before assuming her humanoid form at Senia's side the grimoire gathered her up into an affectionate hug, ignoring the succubus's clear grimace of pain.

"Simple, you weren't happy with your level of progress, I wasn't happy with your level of progress, Celestia wasn't happy with your level of progress...basically nobody was. So, I hatched a little scheme to help you out."

Huffing out an aggravated breath Lance grumbled, "Yeah, that seems to be the trend lately. Schemes and plots that I somehow stumbled into."

"True. But I'm scheming and plotting to help you. While you were busy with your lessons and ogling big elf titties I was tracking down Senia here and cutting a bargain with her. The terms of which are pretty simple, mind you."

Grinning as if she was the smartest kid on the block the grimoire explained, "We help her win the throne in a variety of different ways and she helps you grow into the power you've now begun to tap into. Gomory is yours to control, Lance. All you have to do is practice."

Sending the duo a sour look the teen grumbled, "That's what I was doing, Shir. Practicing."

"True. But it would have taken you a long time to really get used to your abilities, wouldn't it? Besides, Limbo never would have agreed to such a danger-filled process, not when they just managed to get a host inside their walls. Not to mention your power was still weak enough that Senia here could conceivably drain enough of it out to pose a serious risk to your life...lo and behold, here we are~!"

The grimoire grinned sadistically.

"Or are you telling me your new power isn't worth it, Lance?"

Grumbling under his breath the teen didn't bother trying to refute her claims, knowing full well it would have rung hollow...and he did feel a damn sight more powerful now, like the magic that had previously been difficult to sense and channel was now practically begging to be made use of.

It was a strange feeling, to remember being human not long ago and now being...something more? He couldn't remember EVER feeling like this in his entire life.

"And hey, you have to believe you're something more than just a measly little human now, right? I mean c'mon, you came 313 times in just eight hours, now THAT'S an impressive feat, eh~?"

Slapping a hand over his face Lance couldn't help but despondently ask, "I was that bad?"

Senia gave a wry chuckle from the floor, commenting, "It was certainly an impressive showing, I was honestly beginning to wonder if I would be able to handle you after so many-shit!"

The succubus suddenly tensed, limbs trembling violently as her already sweaty and shining body broke out into shivers, pearly teeth locked into a rigid grimace.

Lance observed the scene for a moment, remembering just how much not fun he'd been having as she'd done her best to fuck him to death-

-and released a monumental sigh, kneeling down next to her before dryly asking, "Anything we can do to help?"

A perfect eyebrow was raised in his direction, the succubus royalty asking, "After all of that you would just agree to aid me?"

Running a hand through his hair Lance exasperatedly explained, "The sucky reality of the situation is that I'm low on friends and allies I can trust in this new life of mine. Even the people at Limbo, while likely not going to stab me in the back or anything, are largely unknown. But I trust that you're being honest with your part of the bargain, that you'll help and be straight with me if it gets you the throne. And I trust that Shir, nosy and homicidal bitch she may be-"

"Aww, I knew you cared~!"

"-has my best interests at heart, that of gaining power and influence. So, yes. I'm going to help you."

The male narrowed his eyes.

"But if you're going to keep trying to suck the power out of my balls in the future? I get to be on top."

A wry smile adorned the woman's features, words amused as she replied, "I doubt you need to worry about that anytime in the near future...processing and integrating the power I've already taken from you is going to be a long and arduous process."

"Nice to know my jizz is so powerful a succubus is asking for a breather."

Gently picking up the practically weightless female in his arms Lance paused as she hissed in pain, quickly asking, "What is it, do you need to-"

"My cunt is really fucking sore right now, obviously! Alongside a fair few other bits, now that you mention it...hellfire, I'm just glad I decided not to use my ass, that wouldn't have ended well…"

Awkwardly coughing at the girl's complaints while Shir just snickered Lance cautiously asked, "Is getting sore down there even possible for a succubus?"

She sent him a look that made him feel like an idiot.

"I'm a sex demon, not a damn robot. Yes, I can feel sore and a bit over eight hours of constant sex and energy drain will do that to a lady."

"Alright alright, shit. Sorry I asked. Come on, I need the two of you to fix what you did to my dad, don't think I haven't forgotten about that."

He sniffed the air and promptly grimaced.

"And then a shower. Christ I didn't think it was possible for sex to smell so lousy…"

Shir floated overhead as the succubus rolled her eyes, the grimoire approaching his still sleeping father as she told him, "Well there's plenty of room in our bath for that kind of stuff, no worries there~!"

Lance stopped dead in his tracks, warily asking, "Why does it sound like Senia is coming back to Limbo with us, instead of wherever she was staying beforehand?"

The maroon-eyed woman gave him an innocent look.

"You wouldn't consign a poor, homeless lady like myself to the streets, would you?"

"C'mon, Lance. As part of the deal she's gonna be sticking close by, makes fulfilling the terms and conditions a sight easier, right~?"

The spiky-haired male performed a mental count to ten.

"...Goddammit."