Continued from Chapter 10: Master's makes a choice.
The next week was me getting my affairs in order. Either way you look at it, I'm not long for this world. I invite my kids over for dinner, I still couldn't bring myself to tell them. But I did go out of my way to remind them of where everything is, should anything happen to me.
After they leave, I sit down in my favorite armchair. The dim glow of the living room lamp casts shadows on the wall. I pull out the business card. My mind races, replaying the succubus's words over and over like a broken record. "Become something more than just a mortal man." The promise of power, of vitality, of escaping the inevitable decay of my body is tempting, dangerously so.
The weight of the decision presses down on me like an anvil, each second ticking by with the intensity of a countdown to eternity. I glance at the business card again, the letters "Ask for M." seeming to leap off the paper. I rise from the armchair, the creak of the leather echoing through the silent house like a death knell. The keys jingle in my pocket as I move towards the door, each step deliberate, as if I'm walking towards my own execution.
I walk outside and the cool autumn air bites at my face as I step off the porch. All of my senses are heightened. I take a deep breath and get in my car. The engine roars to life, and I sit there for a moment, the heater blowing warm air that does little to chase away the chill in my bones. I glance at the house, the windows dark and uninviting, and feel a pang of regret.
Finally I get the nerve to put the car in gear and start driving. It isn't long before the strip club's neon sign comes into view, a gaudy beacon calling me closer. I park in the brightly lit lot, the silence oppressive, punctuated only by the distant hum of bass from within. I walk towards the building. A bouncer, different from the other night, gives me a slight nod and opens the door.
The air inside is thick with the scent of cheap perfume and stale alcohol as before. The girl behind the glass window looks up, her expression a mask of bored indifference until her eyes land on the card in my hand. I place it on the counter, the cardboard making a soft scratch against the surface. She picks it up, her eyebrows arching slightly as she reads the single letter printed on it. For a moment, there's a flicker of something in her eyes—curiosity, maybe, or a hint of warning—but it's gone as quickly as it appeared. She nods once, curtly, and slides a ticket across the counter without a word.
As I step through the heavy curtains, the music pulses around me, a low, throbbing bass that vibrates through the soles of my shoes. I make my way to the bar, the soft crunch of peanut shells beneath my feet a reminder of the club's tacky charm. The bartender, a gruff-looking man with a thick beard, barely acknowledges my presence as I take a seat on one of the worn stools. The bar itself is a mess of empty beer bottles and crumpled dollar bills, the surface sticky with spilled drinks.
The bartender’s thick fingers wrapped around a glass, wiping it with a dirty rag that seemed to leave more streaks than it removed. His eyes flickered towards me, a brief, uninterested glance before returning to his task. The music pulsed around me, the bass thumping in time with the erratic beat of my heart.
The waitress appeared beside me without a sound, her presence announced only by the faint rustle of her uniform against the stool. She was a silhouette against the dim glow of the bar, her features indistinct save for the faint shimmer of her name tag, which read "Lena" in crooked letters. Her hand brushed against my arm, a fleeting touch that sent a shiver down my spine. "Follow me," she murmured. She turned before I could respond, her hips swaying with a practiced rhythm as she navigated through the crowded room.
I hesitated for a moment, the weight of my decision pressing down on me like the heavy air in the club. The bartender didn't look up as I stood, his attention fixed on the glass he was polishing with a dirty rag.
I follow Lena through the labyrinth of the club, the air grew thick with anticipation, each step weighted with the promise of no return. The walls, adorned with flickering neon signs, seemed to close in around us, casting an eerie glow on the faces of the patrons.
Finally, we reach a room. It is small and dimly lit, with only a single red light bulb hanging from the ceiling, casting an eerie glow over the space. The walls are adorned with black velvet curtains, which billowed gently in the still air. The room was empty except for a small table in the center, surrounded by four chairs. Lena turned to face me, her eyes reflecting the amber light of the room.
"This is where the mistress will receive you," she says, her voice low and seductive and then turns around and leaves.
I sit down in one of the chairs, the wood creaking beneath my weight, and waited. The silence is oppressive, broken only by the occasional creak of the curtains and the distant thumping of the bass from the club.
I glance at my watch, the numbers glowing faintly in the dim light. Five minutes had passed since I entered the room, and still, there is no sign of the succubus.
Just as I am about to stand up and leave, the door creaks open, and she steps into the room.
She is in her human form again, wearing a long, flowing red dress that clings to her curves, revealing just enough skin to be provocative. Her red hair is loose, cascading down her back in waves of darkness. As she moved towards me, I could see the glint of gold in her eyes, reflecting the light from the single red bulb.
"You have come," she says, her voice like velvet, "I was beginning to think you wouldn't show."
I swallow hard, feeling the weight of her gaze on me. "I'm here," I managed to say, my voice sounding strangely hoarse in the still air.
She smiles, a slow, seductive curve of her lips that sends a shiver down my spine. "Good," she purrs, walking around the table and taking a seat across from me.
Her eyes locked onto mine, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. The only sound was the faint rustling of her dress as she leaned forward, her breath warm against my cheek.
"You're not afraid, are you?" she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper.
I swallowed hard, trying to find my voice. "I don't know what to expect," I said, my voice shaking slightly. She smiled again, a slow, seductive smile. "That's the beauty of it," she said, leaning back in her chair. "You don't know what to expect, but you're here, aren't you?" Her eyes lock onto mine, piercing through the dim light of the room.
"I mean. I have a lot of questions. Like first of all what is your name? Is M. short for something?" I ask.
"How about we just go with M. for now?" She gives me a look like there is something she isn't telling me or she is embarrassed about, but it's gone in an instant. "Or Mistress is always acceptable..."
"Okay," I say, breaking the silence. "I am a little afraid," I admit.
"You shouldn't be. I don't bite," she says playfully, making a chomping sound. "That's for others..."
"Okay," she said. "I stop toying with you and give you the rundown." She takes a deep breath, her chest rising and falling beneath the thin fabric of her dress. "The offer is to become an incubus with all of the powers included."
"But not right away. You'll have to earn your powers through a series of tests."
She leans back in her chair, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips. "You'll have to prove you can handle the power," she says. "Too often in the past a foolish demon will create one of our kind only for them to flame out. It once was you could find a nice peasant and completely drain them of all of their energy. But dead bodies tend to arouse suspicion. These days, we have to learn to control our appetite and just take sips."
I nod at this, like I can sympathize with their plight.
"What kind of tests?" I ask growing in confidence.
She smiles, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "You'll see. I wouldn't want to ruin the surprise," she says, standing up from her chair. "Come with me."
She leads me through a maze of dimly lit corridors, the only sound our footsteps echoing off the cold stone walls. We turn a corner, and she pushes open a heavy wooden door.
I find myself in a large, ornate chamber, lit by hundreds of flickering candles.
The twin girls from before are here, kneeling outside a large pentagram in the center of the room. They are dressed in identical unbuttoned black robes, their faces hidden beneath hoods.
"What is this place?" I ask, my voice echoing off the stone walls.
M. chuckles. "This is where we perform our most sacred rituals," she said, her voice resonating through the chamber. "And this," she adds, gesturing to the pentagram, "is where we will begin your transformation."
As she speaks, the twin girls begin to chant in a language I do not recognize.
Their voices rose and fall in a hypnotic rhythm, filling the chamber with an eerie, otherworldly music. M. steps forward, her eyes fixed on mine, her expression unreadable.
"So, how will this work?" I ask.
"I'm a sex demon. How do you think it works? Disrobe!" she commands.
I swallow hard, feeling a mixture of fear and excitement coursing through my veins. I slowly began to undress, my hands shaking as I unbuttoned my shirt and pulled off my pants. The twin girls continue their chant.
M. steps closer, her eyes fixed on my bare chest. She reaches out and runs her fingers lightly over my skin, sending shivers down my spine. "Are you ready?" she asks, her voice a low growl.
"I'm ready. I'm... not afraid," I manage to reply, my voice shaking slightly as the her fingers traced patterns on my chest. She smirks, her eyes gleaming with a predatory light. "Good boy," she purrs, her voice low and seductive. "Now, strip completely. All of it."
I swallow hard, feeling a surge of arousal course through my body as I comply, slowly removing the last of my clothes until I stand naked before her. The twin girls continued their chant, their voices rising in a crescendo of sound. M's eyes raked over my exposed flesh, her gaze lingering on my throbbing erection.
"Beautiful," she murmurs, reaching out to wrap her fingers around my shaft.
Her touch was warm and soft, sending waves of pleasure through my body.
M. leans in close, her lips brushing against my ear as she whispered, "I'm sorry to say. Your mortal body will not survive this." Her words sent a chill down my spine, but the heat between us was undeniable.
She tightens her grip on my cock, stroking me firmly as her other hand caressed my balls. "But don't worry," she purrs, her voice low and seductive. "It'll look like an accident. I don't like loose ends."
I moaned, unable to control myself as she brings me closer to the edge. The twin girls' chanting reached a feverish pitch, their voices echoing off the stone walls.
Without warning, she leans forward and takes my cock into her mouth. Her lips are soft and warm, enveloping me completely. She begins to bob her head up and down, sucking on my shaft with a skill that left me breathless. Her tongue flicks against the sensitive underside of my cock, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body.
I grip the sides of her head, losing myself in the sensation of her mouth on me. The feeling is unlike anything I had ever experienced before. It was as if she was drawing out every last bit of energy from my body, feeding off of my lust and desire.
My hips buck forward, pushing my cock deeper into her throat as she takes me in. Suddenly, she pulls away, her eyes gleaming with a predatory light. "Mmm, you taste delicious," she purrs, licking her lips.
"Are you ready?" she asks, her voice low and seductive.
I nod, my heart racing in anticipation of what comes next. She smiles, a wicked grin that sends shivers down my spine.
The twin girls continue their chant, their voices rising in a crescendo. M. moves towards me, her body swaying sensually. She reaches out and runs her fingers through my hair, pulling my head back gently.
Her lips meet mine, and I feel a surge of heat course through my body.
She pushes me to the floor, her body pressing against mine as she straddles me. I can feel her warmth and softness, her wetness against my thighs. She grinds against me, her movements slow and sensual.
I reach up to touch her, my hands running along her curves, feeling her smooth skin beneath my fingertips. She moans softly, arching her back as I caress her breasts. I take one in my hand, squeezing gently as she leans into my touch.
She breaks away from my lips, her eyes burning with desire. "Take off my dress," she commands, her voice low and seductive. I obey, slowly unzipping her dress and sliding it off her shoulders.
She stands up, revealing her naked body, and steps back to let me admire her curves. I drink in the sight of her, my eyes tracing the lines of her body, her breasts, her hips, her thighs. She smirks at my hungry gaze, confident in her beauty.
She begins to circle around me, her hips swaying sensually. "Don't just look, touch," she purrs, reaching out to caress my chest. I reach out to touch her, my hands running along her curves, feeling her soft skin beneath my fingertips. She moans softly, arching her back as I caress her breasts. I take one in my hand, squeezing gently as she leans into my touch.
She begins to ride me, her body moving in a slow, sensual rhythm. Her breasts bounce with each movement, her nipples hardening against my touch. I grip her hips, feeling her muscles tense and relax beneath my hands. The twin girls' chanting continues, their voices rising in a crescendo of sound. Her moans grow louder, her body moving faster, her hips grinding against mine. I can feel her wetness, her arousal, and it only heightens my own desire. She leans forward, her lips brushing against mine as she whispers, "Give me your energy."
I nod, unable to speak as I feel all of my energy leaving my body.
Her form begins to shift and contort from her human form to her succubus form, her body glowing with an otherworldly light. Her body growing larger, plumper. She rides me even harder. The chanting of the twin girls grew louder, more intense, as if urging me toward the edge. My vision blurs, colors bleeding together as the room spun around me. M's grip tightens, her nails digging into my skin as she pulls me closer, her mouth meeting mine in a fierce, devouring kiss. I feel my energy waning, my strength draining away as she feeds on my pleasure. The last thing I remember is the overwhelming sensation of release, a blinding flash of white, and then... nothing. The world goes dark, the chanting faded into silence, and I am consumed by an endless, oppressive blackness.