Demonic Touch part 3
Raphael was already out cold in his room by the time Donny returned home. Not able to will himself to sleep, Don stayed in his room, computer nearby and books scattered all over his bed. He felt he was getting closer to the answers he needed...and a possible cure. He was flipping through anything and everything vampire related, but still nothing could explain the odd symptoms of day-walking, having a pulse, or being able to become sexually excited. He turned the page of the book 'Undead, Werewolves, and Vampires of the World' and sighed, "I don't understand. Nothing in here is remotely close." He tossed the book aside and leaned back against the wall. He readjusted his pillows around him and was about to call it a night until the last of the library books tumbled to the floor.
Don leaned over the edge of the bed to retrieve it and he flipped it over to view the cover. Demonology and the Supernatural. He'd never really touched on demons before as he and his brothers only encountered them once on Halloween, but they were small thieving demons under the control of a crazy Australian man. He skimmed through the first chapter and found very little so far. It was the same with chapter two and three. He was about to pass out from exhaustion until he stumbled upon, 'Night demons and the women they visit'. Don squinted at the pages with curiosity and he gasped.
Sleeping peacefully, the activities of the evening forgotten, Raphael rolled over in his hammock but felt someone tapping him on the shoulder. He groggily woke up, intending to pound the one who disturbed him.
"Raph...Raph, c'mon wake up. I found something!"
Recognizing his brother Don's voice, Raph rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, "This betta' be good...or I'm gonna pound ya..."
"Trust me, it is important," Don replied, narrowly escaping a fist to the face.
Raph slipped out of his hammock and stretched, "What is it?" he asked, still trying to focus.
Don opened the text to his bookmarked page, "My first suspicion was vampirism...but I now believe that to be incorrect."
"Yeah, yeah, I figured we were vamps too..." Raph agreed.
"But we're not, listen to this excerpt and then tell me what you think, 'An incubus (nominal form constructed from the Latin verb, incubo, incubare, or "to lie upon") is a demon in male form who, according to a number of mythological and legendary traditions, lies upon sleepers, especially women, in order to have intercourse with them. Its female counterpart is the succubus. An incubus may pursue sexual relations with a woman in order to father a child, as in the legend of Merlin. Religious tradition holds that repeated intercourse with an incubus or succubus may result in the deterioration of health, or even death. Medieval legend claims that demons, both male and female, sexually prey on human beings - generally during the night when the victim is sleeping."
Raph stood there momentarily, soaking in what his brother just read, "So, we ain't vamps then? We're this incu-thingy?"
"An incubus...and I believe we are a hybrid version of the creature, not regarding our mutation, but because we are drinking human blood." Don explained, "Only a small handful of demons will drink blood and the night I came home sick, I never mentioned that I got bit by something."
"Right, right..." Raph started pacing around, "So, what bit you?"
"A succubus, one that has vampirism in her ancestry. That's the only explanation I can truly come up with. It's not uncommon to read stories about demons mingling and reproducing with a different species. From what I've experienced, the succubus who bit me can reproduce in two ways, biting a victim and engaging in intercourse."
"So how do we get rid of this before Leo and Mike find out?"
"I'm working on that. According to vampire lore, killing the original vampire spreading the infection should do it. Killing a succubus or incubus is not listed. They've been exorcised, but it doesn't guarantee their extermination."
"So we're screwed unless we treat the bitch like a vampire and hope she dies?" Raph questioned.
"Looks like it," Don replied, his shoulders now slumped in frustration.
"Great! Just beautiful...ya had to drag me into this shit didn't ya?" Raph spat out.
"I already told you, I didn't mean it!" Don shouted, "You think I want all of this?"
Raph growled, "Well then let's figure this shit out cause I ain't planning on killin' humans the rest of my life!"
"First we have to figure out how to find the succubus. She doesn't exactly make herself well known."
"How do ya know it's a succubus and not a dude that bit ya?"
"Because the book stated that incubus' tend to prey on women and succubi are primarily attached to men."
Raph crossed his arms and leaned into his doorframe, "And how do ya suggest we find her?"
"I'm going to do an extensive search of unexplained murders recently. It's likely there will be stories littering the internet."
"Fine...just do what ya gotta..."
Don closed the book, "Try to retain control of yourself while I start searching. We don't need this spreading."
"Right...yeah," and Raph nodded and he dragged himself out of his room. There was no way he would go back to sleep now. He decided to try and crash on the couch. Hopefully there would be something interesting on the tube.
For several hours, Don dug through news articles online. There were many stories as he predicted, but nothing pointing to the killer's identity. It was exactly like the woman from two nights ago. Her death was reported but the police couldn't find any evidence pointing to the killer. Don assumed it had something to do with his newfound abilities. He touched practically everything in that hotel room, but not a single fingerprint could be found. It would obviously be the same for the succubus.
Growing bored with the article search, he surfed around for more information on the incubus demon and came across a couple websites through google. One in particular stood out and Don clicked on it. He found a summoning page for the crazier humans who wished to summon a demon and another link to purify your home and rid yourself of the demon. There was an entire listing of demon exorcisms and prayers to be used as a guide, but there was no way he could perform something like that. He clicked on summoning demons and found rituals and spells. Not a single one was what he needed. There was one last link on the connections page and he opened a new browser to view it.
This time there was information about succubi draining energy from humans and how they would repeatedly do so until the human was dead. On the night he was bitten, he did feel a sense of weakening and it took him a few days to recover. Perhaps he would be able to return the favor to the succubus...
Hours later, Don emerged from his room to find a passed out Raph on the couch. Leo and Mikey were both up and having breakfast in the kitchen. He needed to at least greet his brothers.
"Hey bro!" Mikey said cheerfully, "You look a million times better than yesterday. Finally over that flu?"
"I think so," Don replied.
"Good, cause we're gonna kick your ass today!"
"Mike...cut him some slack," Leo chimed in.
"No way Leo, you were there when he handed our asses to us! I can still feel the bruises all over my butt!"
"Guys," Don interrupted, "It's okay, really. I'll just take it easy today to make sure I'm over the flu and I won't toss you into a wall again Mikey."
"Great! I'll go get my chucks..." Mike said and he ran off to his room, leaving Don and Leo alone.
"So Don, you've been spending a lot of time alone lately. Is something up?" Leo asked, keeping his voice calm and steady.
Quickly Don stated, "No. Just been doing a lot of research."
"What kind of research?"
"Um, well...you know inventions and stuff." Don's voice grew shaky and he saw Leo's brow raise slightly. He knew Leo wasn't convinced but was grateful when Leo dropped the subject as Mikey bounded back to the kitchen.
"I'm ready! Is Raphy-boy gonna join us or is he still barfing?" Mike asked.
"He's still out of it," Leo said, "The three of us will train without him again."
The three brothers disappeared into the dojo and Raphael stirred on the couch. He remembered very little of the girl Renee. The television was still on and blaring about more unusual murders all over the city. Raph's eyes were red from oversleeping and he rubbed them harshly, but it didn't help much. He fixated his attention on the news playing. Renee's picture appeared on screen as the reporter described the college student's home and how she was found. Suddenly Raph remembered every detail of torturing her and he wanted to be sick. He ripped one his sais out and jammed it into a couch cushion in frustration. He much rather shove the weapon through his head to pay for his sin, but then he would cause too much grief among his family. The sooner Don found that cure, the better...
Evening came very quickly and the turtles were scattered about the lair. Don was hunched over a lab table with books scattered all around him. Following sparring that morning, he slept the afternoon away and wouldn't wake up for anything. He awakened and pulled himself up, a sheet of paper stuck to his face. He pulled the dampened page from his cheek and tossed it aside. Now he remembered what he was doing, reading up on ways to locate another demon. So far, he was unsuccessful. Demons couldn't locate one another by sense. The best he could do was pull all the recent murders and attacks from the city papers and try to find similarities.
There was a series of murders in the heart of Manhattan, mostly within resorts and large scale hotels. It seemed this bloodline preferred the taste of the aristocrat. At least he had a place to start.
A crash rang out at the lab door, startling Don. He spun around, "Geez Raph, break down the door next time huh?"
Raph stumbled through the doorway, not responding to Don's comment.
"You okay Raph?" Don asked, getting up from his chair and cautiously walked over to his brother. He tapped Raph on the shoulder but it was returned with a blow to the stomach. Don flew backwards into a file cabinet, smacking his head pretty hard on the metal. He dragged himself to his feet, "Fuck Raph...what the hell!" Don shouted and he peered at his brother angrily. He was about to return the favor but once he looked his brother in the eye, he knew. Raph had lost himself again. His eyes were blacker than death and his teeth were bared. He was snarling...
"Raph...take it easy. Try to come to your senses!" Don screamed and he fended off another attack. He ducked as Raph's foot flew towards his head, but he wasn't quick enough to catch the punch that nailed him square in the chest. If Don had been under his demonic influence, he may have been a match for Raphael. He struck the cold floor with a heavy thud and before he could recover, Raph was upon him, crushing him under his weight. "Raph...stop..." Don muttered, "Control...it!"
Don struck Raph in the face, but it barely fazed the frenzied turtle. Raph's strength was three times what it was in a normal state and Don felt the crazed turtle's hands glide up to his forearms and pin them down. Next thing he knew, Raph's teeth were sinking into his neck and blood was seeping down his neck and pooling into the crevice of Don's shell.
"Raph...don't let it...consume you..."
As the seconds passed by, Don found himself growing steadily weaker. His limbs were like jelly and his vision was blurring. Raph was literally killing him...
Just when poor Don was about to black out, he felt the enormous weight of his brother disappear and he could hear shuffling in the lab. He didn't know what was going on, but once the noise stopped, he felt a pair of hands grasp him under the shoulders and another set at his legs, lifting him. Then he fell unconscious.
Waking up was hell...
Don blinked several times, trying so hard to focus. He could hear someone calling out to him.
"That a boy, Donny..."
A cold cloth touched his forehead and Don groaned, "What happened...?" and he suddenly remembered. He shot up, seeing Leo kneeling down next to him, "Leo? Where's Raph?"
"Calm down, Raph's in the lab, safely tied up and sedated." Leo dunked the cloth in a bucket of cool water and draped it over Don's head, "Mikey and I found him attacking you so I grabbed whatever tranquilizers I could from your medicine cabinet and jammed them into Raph's shoulder. We dragged him off you and Mikey quickly tied him up. Then we carried you to your room, cleaned you up and bandaged that wound." Leo pointed to Don's neck.
Don touched the thick bandages layering his neck, "I...what..."
"I think you need to explain to Mike and I what's going on. Why was Raph attacking you and why have the two of you been so secretive as of late?" Leo questioned.
Don sighed, he hoped his other brothers would never find out about this, but they deserved an explanation, "Okay, grab Mikey and I'll tell you everything."
For the next two hours in the kitchen, Don told his brothers everything from the night he got bitten, the growing hunger and how he cursed Raph as well, and about the two women they killed. It was hard and very humiliating to reiterate the women's deaths, but it was necessary. When he finished, he looked into his brother's eyes, Leo was reserved. Mikey was blushing heavily.
"And...that's the whole story," Don said, hoping one of them would say something rather than carry on the awkward silence.
Leo let out a breath of air, "So, you've been researching this. Okay. Did you find a way to rid the curse?"
"Doubtful, but I have my sus...picion..." Don trailed off as something suddenly hit him.
"What is it?" Leo asked, eyeing his brother intently.
"I actually blacked out when Raph bit me. He was in a rage, but he really had the intent to kill me."
"Yeah, that's why we tied him up," Mike commented.
"Yes, but Raph was literally draining me. I had no energy after a few minutes. Don't you see guys? This means that succubi and incubi are just as vulnerable to each other as humans are vulnerable to demons. I remember reading an excerpt from a book, 'Religious tradition holds that repeated intercourse with an incubus or succubus may result in the deterioration of health, or even death.' It was referring to humans dying, but this may work in reverse...however it might not cure us. "
"I'm willing to take that chance," Leo said, a slight blush creeping up on his cheeks.
But Donny was the reddest out of the three of them.
"What are we gonna do about Raph. He might try to bite our heads off the second we untie him," said Mike.
"Don't worry, Raph should be alright now that he's fed. He usually can keep control for the better part of a day after feeding. But we have to find the succubus as quickly as possible, before we lose ourselves any further."
The brothers nodded in agreement.
"I'll be watching the news and isolating the area where attacks have happened the most in Manhattan. Don why don't you keep an eye on Raph until he wakes up."
"What about me? Me next!" Mike begged.
"Go cook a snack," Leo said, a little too amused.
"Awe..." Mikey groaned and trudged his way over to the fridge, grumbling.
Later the same evening, Don managed to calm Raphael down enough to explain the situation and he felt safe enough to remove the ropes. Mikey kept his distance, stating that he's read far too many comics to be naive and get close to a demon. They decided to begin their search...
All four brothers were perched on a rooftop, overlooking the city. Leo had his eyes glued on the resort hotel below. So far there hadn't been any sign of odd behavior. Raph was growing impatient while Don was feeling the nasty side affects of hunger.
"You two okay?" Leo asked.
"For now...but being out here is hard," Don admitted as he scanned the human women walking the streets below.
Leo touched Donny's shoulder, "Just try to relax and focus on your mission."
"Trying..." Don replied. Beads of sweat were lining his head and neck. The urge to leap down to the streets was becoming unbearable. The women looked so...welcoming. He could almost taste the fresh blood.
Beginning to worry, Leo brought Don's attention to the other side of the resort, "Maybe we should move on to the next building."
"No, no...I'm fine, really," Don said, trying to win his brother's confidence.
"I'm gettin' bored," Raph complained, "There ain't nothin' gonna happen here." He ripped out his sai from his belt and started picking his teeth with it.
"I'm with him," Mike said.
Don scratched his chin, "Perhaps we need to do something to attract the attention of the succubus."
"Like what?" Leo asked.
"We have to draw her out somehow. From mine and Raph's experience, we were able to place those women under some form of hypnosis and they believed us to be somebody that they adored, like a celebrity crush."
"There's no way that bitch will fall for that trick. She probably uses it herself," Raph barked.
"If my theory is correct, she won't be able to sense us. I think we should try using it to our advantage." Don sat down on the cement, "Wouldn't hurt..."
Mikey suddenly chimed in, "Why don't you guys just morph into humans? I've read about demons and their ability to change their bodies."
"Hm...Mikey has a point. I did read that succubi and incubi appear to humans in much more pleasing forms, otherwise they would frighten the victims and possibly call for help." Don crossed his arms, "I say we try it." He looked up at Raph, who nodded back.
"So how we gonna do it?" Raph asked.
"I don't know. We've used hypnosis without effort but I'm stumped," Don said.
"Try meditation, focus on a human form," Leo suggested.
Raph sat down next to Don, "Worth a shot."
Both turtles positioned themselves into the lotus and closed their eyes as Leo and Mikey waited. At first nothing happened, but minutes into the session, Don's skin color started to change to a paler shade of green and hair started to sprout from his skull. Moments later, Raph followed suit. Mike gasped as he saw Donny's shell disappear completely and a dark blue shirt started to envelope him.
Don's light brown hair stopped growing and his body was now covered with clothes. His pale skin reminded Mike of someone who shunned the daytime. His muzzle was replaced with a human nose and a set of pale pink lips. His eyes were a nice hazel color.
"Oh the girls'll love you bro," Mikey said, "You look like Ashton Kutcher!" and he glanced over at Raph.
Long black hair traveled down Raphael's back. His face was much more intense than Donny's and blue eyes and tan skin completed his look. He wore a sleek brown leather jacket over a plain white shirt and jeans.
"Raph, you look like Antonio Banderas during his 'Interview with the Vampire' days." Mikey paced around his brothers, inspecting them.
"Oh god, how can humans deal with havin' so much fuckin' hair!" Raph blurted out and started scratching his arms and head.
"Just imagine how their primitive ancestors felt," Don said.
Leo grasped one of Raph's arms, "Stop fussing, you look diseased when you do that."
Raph stopped, but groaned. He was dying to rip out every last hair on his body.
"We gotta get moving. The sooner we start the better," Don said. He grabbed Raph's arm and dragged him to the side of the building.
The brothers spent the better part of the week observing multiple resorts. The attention Don and Raph got from the women was overwhelming...and to say 'tempting' but they fought to stay focused. However, each night they returned home disappointed...until a disturbance was reported on the news.
A man had been found dead and a maid scared out of her wits was being hounded by reporters on tv. Apparently this woman found the dead gentleman lying face up on a bed and what looked like puncture wounds scattered all over his body. Like he'd been stabbed multiple times with a pen.
Mikey had been watching the tv alone that afternoon and he rushed to find the others.
The resort hit this time was the Trump SoHo luxury hotel. The guys struggled to access the building as it was surrounded by humans and police officers. Don and Raph needed to alter their human disguises to enter, having changed their clothes into police uniforms. Mike and Leo remained on the roof until they could open the emergency exit.
Meandering through the halls, Don searched for a heavily populated room. It would be an easy place to observe the humans for suspicious behavior without drawing too much attention. Plus the police would be interviewing everyone.
"How do ya know the witch will be here?" Raph asked.
"Well she just fed, so I'm going to make an assumption that she is recovering from the draining process and won't be able to go very far. You and I have always passed out shortly after our...erm, sessions with women, so she may have too."
"So we should be lookin' for a sleeping woman..."
"Yeah, or at least a very tired one."
They reached the second floor and found several people being escorted to the stairwell by police officers. A large banquet hall was filled with people, all chattering about the incident. One at a time, the humans were questioned and statements recorded. The humans ignored Don and Raph, except for the occasional officer giving instructions.
It was beginning to look hopeless for the guys as they searched.
"Don this ain't possible. There's way too many humans here," Raph sad glumly.
Don was about to agree and halt their search for the night until they spotted a lone woman sitting at the bar, sipping on a glass of wine. He wondered if that could be the succubus, but remembered how sick he'd become by eating normal human foods and drink. This couldn't possibly be her. Still, it wouldn't hurt to check and Donny gently nudged his brother towards the bar.
The two of them took a seat, both having forgotten about their police disguises.
"Takin' a break officers?"
The turtle's attention was grabbed by the bartender.
"Oh, uh..." Raph stuttered. The bartender was a brunette woman with olive skin. She wore a long-sleeved scarlet red blouse and black leggings. Her hair was tied up in a sleek ponytail and her face was gently colored with neutral makeup. She wasn't a super model, but had a pretty face and decent figure.
"Cat got your tongue?" the bartender said.
"My associate's had a long night," Don interjected. His focus was solely on the woman to his right. He watched her intently, sipping her wine.
The bartender's head cocked slightly, "Oh, how about a drink then?"
Raph didn't say anything as a glass of wine was slipped into one of his hands.
"That'll cheer ya up," she smiled.
"Oh I don't drink..." Raph said and he pushed the glass away.
"C'mon, one won't kill ya," she said and gently pressed the glass against Raph's palm again, "How about you sweet cheeks?" she said, referring to Don.
"I don't..." Don started, but was surprised to have a glass placed between his fingers as well. But the hand that placed it there didn't leave.
"So you boys enjoying your night?"
"With a murder on the scene, hardly an enjoyable night," Don replied, slightly annoyed. He really didn't want to talk to the bartender. The woman to his right was of more importance and he quickly glanced in her direction. She twirled her finger along the rim of her glass, looking solemn. Don could only wonder what was going on in that head of hers. Her shoulder length blonde hair hid most of her face from him. Only her ruby lips peeked out. Her extremely fair skin suggested that she was either a night owl or avoided the outdoors. She certainly looked the type...
The hand covering Don's finally left as the bartender moved along to the stack of dirty pitchers by the sink. She grabbed one and began cleaning it, still conversing with them, "You guys gonna hang around the bar all night? Don't ya have a job to do?" she asked, placing the freshly cleaned pitcher on a drying rack. She then approached them once again to take their untouched glasses from them. Her hand reached out to pick up Don's.
Once the glass was removed, Don caught the faintest scent of blood...
He peered over towards the blonde woman once again and saw that she was staring right back. He swore he could see the slightest bit of a smile and watched her get up and straighten her black dress. Apparently it was time for her interview with the police. An officer waited for her at the doorway and the two of them disappeared.
Don leaned over, "Did you catch that scent," he whispered.
"Barely," Raph replied, "You got an i.d?"
"I think so. That woman in black just left for her interview. I'm confident that's the one and we'll wait for her to finish her questioning."
The two of them waited for over an hour for the woman to reappear. Eventually they left the hall and waited with a handful of other police officers. Soon enough, the blonde woman was brought back and her police escort was looking for a volunteer to bring her to her room.
Don and Raph volunteered...
They took the elevator up to the thirtieth floor and arrived at her suite. The woman removed her key card from her purse and slid it through the door scan, letting herself in. She then turned, "Thank you officers," and began closing the door, but the sheer force of a hand kept her from closing it completely. "Something else, officer?" she asked nervously.
Not a word was said and Raphael's hand flew from the door and grasped her around the neck so she couldn't scream. Her hands gripped his arm, trying to remove it. Raph lifted her off her feet so she dangled and he stepped inside the room, followed by Don.
Don made sure the door was locked while Raph carried the woman towards the bed. He threw her harshly onto the mattress and crawled onto the bed himself until he was upon her.
"So sweetheart...ya been havin' yourself a good time in the city lately?" Raph said.
"No! Stay away!" she cried.
"Awe ain't that cute...little miss succubus playin' dumb..."
"What? What did you call me?" she cried and pushed her palm to his face, trying to shove him away.
Raph slapped a hand over her mouth to shut her up and he made sure she was crushed under his weight.
"Careful Raph, we don't want to rouse the suspicions of any other guests," Don said as he crawled up on the bed to inspect the woman, "Alright succubus, we're gonna take back what's ours..."
The woman tried to protest and scream but the more she did so, the more excited the turtles became.
"She's real good at bein' innocent," Raph said and he brought his face down towards hers. He smelled her...muzzle brushing up against her cheek and he felt a strong urge to torment her. He couldn't explain his actions which included ripping the top of her dress down, exposing her pale blue bodice, and letting his tongue slather all over her skin. As much as he hated her for putting them into this predicament, he sure wanted her to suffer for it...starting with humiliation. Raph expected Don to disagree with his approach, but was surprised to see his geeky brother kneeling on the mattress, a partial grin gracing his lips.
It was quite obvious that they were both succumbing to their sexual whims. The soul of the incubus grew stronger and their minds steadily slipped into the arcane. There would be no mercy for her...no placing her into a trance.
The succubus was weak...
Raph bit down hard on her neck while she screamed into his palm. His other hand wandered to her shoulder and he allowed his fingernails to dig into her skin, causing tiny lacerations. Her blood trickled down around his fingers. It was near impossible for Raph to keep up his disguise and the human form slowly melted away.
The woman's eyes were flying back and forth. Once Raph's guise disappeared she screamed even louder, fearful of the enormous turtle lying upon her.
The sound of her screams was music to Donatello's ears. Under a thick blanket of lust, he took great pleasure in stripping off the woman's heels and panty-hose while allowing his own disguise to dissipate.
Raph broke away from her neck, blood trailing down his mouth and throat, "How's it feel to get a taste of ya own medicine? I say we make her suffer as long as possible. We drain her...and let her die slowly..." He glanced at Don, who only nodded.
The woman started to struggle and kicked her legs as Raph scooted off her. He focused on her bodice and ripped the criss-crossing laces away. Her breasts spilled out of the tight fabric and he was all over them, running his tongue up and down the doughy flesh. He sunk his teeth into the underside of one, causing her immense pain, but her squeals and cries were muffled.
Overtaken with arousal, Don finished yanking off her clothes and pushed apart her legs. He lay across the bed, all of his attention on her core area. His teeth sunk into her left thigh, letting the blood free-flow into his mouth and he forced his finger into her dry folds, not caring if she felt any pain or pleasure. He pumped his digit in and out, until trace amounts of blood began to appear on it.
Tears streaked her face and it only served to egg the two of them on. She was trapped...
It was only a matter of minutes...
The woman looked up at her attackers briefly, she saw turtles...but she witnessed what only most people would see in the afterlife. Two set of glowing red eyes returned her gaze briefly, but it was short lived and she felt their teeth biting her all over, sucking the life force from her body. She was still alive...they made sure she was.
Don's finger left her folds and he released her thigh in order to lick the savory fluid off the digit. It wasn't much different from a human's. He'd figured it would have been more dull tasting...not sweet and lively.
It was then decided mutually that they would inflict the ultimate humiliation on her.
Raph ripped his mouth away from her chest, tearing the skin and leaving a gaping wound. He quickly flipped her over so she was seated on his lap, his erection pressing against her. Don was kneeling before her, smirking and running a finger along her cheek in a calm yet demeaning manner. She could see his teeth glinting in the moonlight. Seconds later she was dragged into a new world of agony when she felt an appendage being shoved into her body. Her rear ached and seared with anguish as Raph raped her anally. He released her mouth for the first time, but no high pitched scream followed. She was hurting so badly that her cries became nothing more than sobs.
Not able to contain himself any longer, Don's erection made its presence known and he forcefully pushed her down on her back to where she lay flat against Raph's plastron. Don then positioned himself between her legs and plunged into her desert-like cavern. It was hard to move, but he managed, using her blood as a replacement. As he fucked her from the front, Raph conquered her from behind.
Raphael bit into her shoulder and drank heavily while his hands wandered to her front and wrapped around her breasts, squeezing and scratching. Don made it a point to take the humiliation further by capturing her mouth with his and forcing her to accept his hot and blood stained tongue. Her cries could no longer be heard.
Her hands were flailing around, trying to scratch and push Don away, but he was too heavy for her to move.
Blood trickled from the edges of her mouth as Don's teeth cut her tongue and lips. He grew tired of her hands frantically hitting and pushing him, so he grasped them and forced them to her sides.
From below, Raph nudged Don...suggesting they swap positions.
In a hurry they both pulled out and treated her like a rag-doll as they traded places. Don continued his pounding from the back while Raph tormented from the front.
She was nearly unconscious...
But the turtles didn't notice and brutally continued with their attack. They each had a fresh bite on her, Don at her untarnished shoulder and Raph dead center on her throat. In a matter of seconds, they were overcome with intense orgasms. Raph bit her throat so hard that he tore a chunk of flesh out as he finished peaking. Don had exposed part of her clavicle as he ripped away her skin.
When it was over, Raph slowly slid out of her bleeding body and leaned back on his haunches, eyes still glowing red and the musk of heavy sex wafting around his nostrils. He breathed deeply, taking in a new scent...death.
Don pushed the body off his satisfied member and sat up, exhausted. He was calming down and finally was able to retain his normal mindset. He looked at Raph, who appeared to be reverting back to his usual self as well.
"Did it work? Are we normal again?" Raph asked as he slid off the bed.
"I...don't feel any different," Don admitted.
"Neither do I..." Raph whispered, his face taking on a look of fright.
Both turtles glanced at the body lying nearby. Her face was not peaceful, but full of despair.
"The succubus is dead, we shoulda turned back to normal!" Raph cried.
It was obvious to Don that what they did had no affect on them...they were not cured and he panicked, "Raph...we didn't kill the succubus..." he said, a wave of guilt washing over him.
Raph stared at the poor woman, "Oh fuck...we didn't..."
Don squeezed his eyes shut, "We just raped and murdered another human..."
End Part 3
To be continued...