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Dawn came and Sampson, true to his nature, rose and dressed.
Devilah looked at him while he dressed. This would be the last time he saw her as a normal mortal. Once she told him all, he would abandon her most likely. She must make him understand exactly what she was and what she had done. All she had done. But he would live. “It must be done,” she tried to convince herself. |
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“Where’s my sword?” Sampson suddenly shouted.
Devilah looked at him. “It’s not the chest nor in my inventory Devilah! Someone stole my sword! In my own room!” Devilah rose and touched him on the shoulder. “Sampson… I took your sword.” |
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“You? You took my sword? Devilah, anything I have is yours. But why? Where is it?”
A tear fell from her eye. It had begun, and nothing she could do now would stop it. She had to tell him everything. “Sampson, it’s a long story. Let’s go for a walk… outside the city.” |
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Sampson looked at her and noticed the sadness on her face. It practically screamed seriousness. He felt an overwhelming need to assure her. “Whatever it is, Devilah, it will be okay.”
At that she lost control and dropped her head, not wanting to look at him but holding his arm for support. “No, it won’t Sampson. But I have to tell you.” |
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“A good blade,” he said to Devilah who feigned interest. “Of course, a bit small for my taste, but I can work with it, if I need to.”
Outside they walked without incident until Devilah found a quiet place by a lake and asked Sampson to sit down. |
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“Sampson, I need to show you something. Something you won’t expect. Sit here and please stay calm. It won’t hurt me, I promise.”
Sampson nodded, knowing that – at least for a while, he would not be expected to speak. However, he had no idea what she was talking about. She undressed unceremoniously and he stood to embrace her, uncomprehending her intent. “No no you horny man, sit back down. This isn’t for that reason. Though it is a beautiful place for it. This is to so you’ll know what you’re about to see is me. Sampson, take a good look at me now and remember me this way. After I do what I’m about to do, you may not think of me the same way again.” |
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He stood and began to protest.
“Shut up you fool. Sampson, you’re a good man, but you’re an idiot. Believe me.” “I am, I know,” he laughed, sitting back down. “Prepare yourself, fool. But know this beforehand. Despite everything I’m about to reveal to you… I love you and no one else. No matter what you think later, I do. And because I do, you need to know me.” |
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As if to demonstrate their reality, she floated just above the ground under their power.
Sampson was struck dumb. His brain could not understand what his eyes were seeing. Whatever the hell this was, it was nothing he expected! |
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“Sampson. I am a succubus,” Devilah stated flatly.
When he offered no response, she sat down beside him and couldn’t help notice him back away slightly. “I know. Weird, right?” |
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The Sword of St. Michael #5
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“It’s not that time actually flows differently down here,” Devilah mused to herself as Agrat abused her body on a new torture device. “It’s that perception is so vastly different. It’s a mental change in time. For instance, how long was I in that cage before she moved me to that hobby-horse? To me it felt like days of her rambling on about the various indignities she was going to inflict, but how long was it really?” |
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Much later she was idly wondering if a watch would even work down here. “I suppose it would have to work. It’s just an over-complex pendulum after all, and a pendulum sure as hell works down here!” she thought to herself. She looked around. “Where am I now? Oh! On a wheel. Well that’s interesting.” |
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| She had to give some credit to Agrat. These devices were imaginative, if pretty barbaric. But then, the denizens of hell did tend to be conservative in their thinking. Access to all the technology from other universes, but they stuck with the old standbys. Well, she was glad she wasn’t a Inquisitor like Agrat anyway. How boring. Pain was boring. Even the various… materials? objects? items? Yes, that was the best term. Even the various items that Agrat had found to use on or in her were boring. And that affected time. Or at least, perceived time. |
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How long had she been down here? Unfortunately there really was no way to know. No external light. The fires never burnt out. Her own skin repaired itself so there wasn’t even any scarring around her mouth that had been forced with this gag for so long. There was only her own perception, and that was faulty. She wondered how long Agrat thought she’d been at it?
Surely it wasn’t as boring for her. Would that make time pass faster or slower? She’d have to ask her whenever she finally removed the gag. |
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One thing Agrat had been wrong about. Her cage that she was returned to when Agrat left on periodic excursions out to other realms was not, in fact, a toilet. A succubus simply did not evacuate waste like other demons or even mortal creatures did. All her orifices were for extracting food. What happened to it? Devilah had no idea. Didn’t bother her. And now that Devilah found herself once more back in her cage, she was glad of it. The ambient smell was bad enough, but adding her own sewage to it would have beenf… too much. As if ‘too much’ was a consideration here.
She decided to sleep for a while. It wasn’t something she needed, but there was no way to know when Agrat would return and there was certainly nothing else to do in here. |
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She wasn’t sure if she was sleeping or not when Agrat returned. Her tormentor had made a big mistake last time. She’d brought a rather large male animal in and had him ‘rape’ her, thinking that would be offensive. “Stupid Agrat,” Devilah thought as she watched Agrat cross towards her again. “You can’t rape a succubus! It’s like trying to drown a fish. ‘please, Brer Fox, please don’t throw me into the briar patch!’. She’s just not very bright.”
But Devilah had played her part, screaming and struggling as she was supposedly raped. And now she was refreshed. She had no idea what that animal had been called, but it had supplied her with plenty of food. She’d be fine for another week after that. |
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Finally the day came when Devilah returned looking different. Gone was the fury from her eyes.
“Alright Devilah. I’m tired of this,” Agrat nodded and the gag disappeared. Devilah worked her jaws and tried to remember how to talk. Devilah noticed that the demon kept her human form though. “Hate this body indeed,” Devilah thought. “She loves it. Can’t feel much when you’re just a living flame I guess.” “So, let’s talk instead,” Agrat said. The cage suddenly disappeared and Devilah found herself sprawled on the floor. She cowered in pretended fear of her superior. “What happened up there, Devilah? I want to know. Oh, go on. You can talk. If I wanted you silent I’d have kept your gag in. What happened? By all indications, you had him!” |
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“I did. I had him. Multiple times.”
“I believe it! The meters almost swung back to net evil. Damnation Devilah, you won! Why did you erase his memory? He could have turned evil after that!” Devilah shook her head in memory. “No. He couldn’t have. Sampson is Good through and through. Stupid but Good. He’s a male, true, but he didn’t fuck me because of animal lust. He fucked me because he knew I wanted it, and… he thought he’d killed me.” |
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“Killed you? How on the hell could he have killed you? Didn’t you say you thought he…”
“Loved me? Yes. I think he did too. But I revealed myself to him. It had been too long, and I had my own reasons. I came to him with my wings on, in full succubus mode. He was scared of the change. He pulled the sword out in defense, but I was moving to fast in my hunger. I hit the sword.” “So? Obviously you weren’t skewered. What’s the big deal?” |
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Devilah debated internally for a minute, but could see no reason not to tell the whole truth. And despite the ordeal this bitch had put her through, it had been Devilah’s actions that had led to her own humiliation. Maybe she did owe her a full explanation anyway. She decided to tell all of it…
“The sword…” “Yes… the sword. I told you there was something odd about it. It doesn’t register on our devices. What about the sword?” “It rang off me like I was made of solid iron Agrat. But it had gone through those assassins like a hot knife through butter.” The demoness looked at her, puzzled. “Think about it Agrat. Don’t you remember your Terran Universe studies? ‘It cannot pierce the flesh of a soul destined for Good’! Her eyes growing wide, Agrat looked at Devilah with a mix of horror and delight. "The Sword of St. Michael!? He has the Sword of St. Michael!” |
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“But that means you are…” the demoness realized as she considered this.
“Destined for Good. Yeah, I know.” “Is that possible?” “Don’t ask me!” Devilah shouted, showing real anger for the first time. “I’m just a succubus! I suck and fuck and sodomize and live on ejaculate. How the hell am I supposed to know? You’re my Superior! I was just doing my damned job up there!” |
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Sampson and Devilah #15
| Acting on instinct at the suddenness of her advance, Sampson made a lunge and grabbed the sword. Devilah leapt after him, her wings giving her unexpected speed to reach him only a second after he had secured the weapon. That was just enough time for him to raise it, intending only to warn her off and give him time to think. But her inertia was too great and they both realized in horror that he was about to pierce Devilah’s heart. |
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“Oh my god! I’m sorry Devilah! It was just too much too quick! I didn’t mean to…” cried Sampson as the sword once again fell away.
The Succubus ignored him and continued to stare at the sword, once again glowing blue. "Oh no.“
She looked back to Sampson with incomprehension in her eyes. "It… bounced off! Sampson… I… I’m |
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“You said it will not pierce the skin of any soul whose destiny lies with the Good,” Muz-Ra quoted.
Devilah turned back, her eyes glowing with the fires of hell. "No! I can’t be Good. I’m a
"But that’s not what your legend said, is it? The Devilah considered this a minute, then turned back to Sampson with the opposite of Good in her eyes. |
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“Well, maybe so. None of us can escape Destiny…”
Sampson looked at the descending Succubus and smiled, having feared just seconds before that he had killed her. "Yes, it is destiny! Come to me, my Good Succubus!“
"The Sword of St. Michael couldn’t pierce me, my love. But you’ve got another sword that looks like it will do And with that, she was upon him as he embraced her as well. |
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“Oh!” Kitty blurted out, trying to make out the tangle of fur, flesh and demon wings writhing before her. “Wow. I’ve never seen that before.” Muz-Ra sat and made herself comfortable, watching the proceedings as the Succubus and the Hero became one.
“Oh, I have. There was this guy over in… |
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Kitty crouched down beside Muz-Ra, trying to get a better angle on the action. "Can she really bend that far?“ Muz-Ra suggested, "Well, she is a demon from hell. I guess they can do pretty much whatever they can conceive of. Say, do we have any popcorn?” “Thy rod <pant> and thy staff <groan> they comfort me…” Devilah was muttering. |
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“Speaking of conceiving…”
“ But the lovers were oblivious to anything or anyone around them. A sigh like the release of a thousand orgasms came from the throat of Sampson. “My cup runneth over!!!” Devilah shouted. “Like a bunny, he just keeps going and going!” Muz-Ra noted. “He must have a prostate the size of a watermelon!” suggested Kitty “I guess!” |
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Finally the two stood up. "Looks like the show’s over…“ Muz-Ra stated.
"I guess I’d better go check on Shabhira,” Kitty said. “Wait! Round two!” |
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“Wow! Sampson’s truly got the stamina of 10 men. This time he’s taking charge!”
“Oh, this is turning me on far too much. Sure you want to stay and watch?” “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life!” Muz-Ra said, waving away the little Khajiit distractedly before returning to her biological observations. “Well I’m off. Don’t get too close!” |
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“The Sword of St. Michael. It must be!” Devilah said in wonder. “Who’s Michael?” asked Kitty. “What’s a Saint?” asked Muz-Ra. “It’s the legendary sword of St. Michael,” Devilah explained. “No, even that’s not right. It’s |
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“Wait,” Muz-Ra said, scratching her head. "If no mortal knows about it then, how do you…“
But Devilah was walking towards the throne now, and seemed to be growing with every step. "Your quest is ended, Sampson. Your vow is complete.” |
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“Yes,” said the stunned hero, “it is.”
Kitty began backing away, none too sure what was happening but very sure she didn’t want to be at the center of it. |
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“It is time Sampson,” said Devilah, her outfit suddenly changing into something far different.
Sampson could only stare at the approaching and growing figure, now sprouting wings. “An |
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“Goddammit,” Devilah said stopping in mid-air. Do these LOOK like angel wings you idiot?“
"Well, now that you mention it…” |
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“I’m a Succubus. Are you blind? And I’ve waited quite long enough for you, Sampson. It’s time for you to do your duty! Fuck me now!” |
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“In front of everyone?”
“Which word did you not understand? I don’t give a rat’s ass!” Devilah shouted, waving her hand to one side which instantly removed Sampson’s armor as he sat naked before her. |
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“But… but…”
“Normally I’d say no till the second date, but it’s been a long wait, so sure! If that’s what you want,” smiled the Succubus evilly. |
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