Succubus Ranch 11

Copyright 2010 ©

 

The desert sun finally tucked behind the hills and the lights for the Ranch’s sign began to flicker its multiple neon colors onto the road and parking lot.  Cars arrived and parked while men and women traipsed up the wide steps to the front door.  Jason greeted each and every one of them as they entered; and the women of Succubus Ranch were pleased with the many returning customers that had come to see, and feed, them.

 

The full moon shined brightly over the quickly cooling arid wasteland as customers arrived and left the southern plantation looking building.  They all came with anticipation of having their needs met and left with large smiles from having such pleasures being expertly given.  Not one customer had a complaint about the service, as was the norm; and all of them were quiet about the dirty secrets of what their desire the Ranch had offered for them this evening.

 

It was the darkest moments before the dawn when someone that was not a customer of the Ranch materialized on the edge of the road.  The youthful, sharp, hard lines of his face glowed with the flashing neon lights from the business sign.  He looked up at it with a visage of contempt; but he gave an exasperated sigh and began to walk toward the building.

 

Adam Zero was not pleased that he had been tasked with this duty to help this den of evil when he was charged by The Elders to flush out and destroy evil in the world.  The very thought that he was actually going to defending this business from the evil that was coming just screamed that The Elders were losing their touch; but Adam was a soldier of theirs and it was tasked to him to fight where he was told to fight.

 

“Ours is not to reason why,” he mumbled to himself as the steps grew closer.  Upon reaching the bottom most step, Adam stood still, his hands in the long overcoat’s pockets, staring at the double front doors, and waited.

 

The silent message he mentally sent to the business owners was answered within a minute when Adam felt the presence above him staring down from the second floor balcony.  Adam continued to stare at the front doors and one of them opened slowly.  Standing just inside the threshold was a man in very good physical shape, but not over the top.  But Adam knew this was no man, just as the creature staring at him from above was no woman, no matter what she looked like.

 

“Jason Maurice and Maradith of the Ether, I am charged by The Elders to warn you of great danger that will come upon this house of ill repute,” Adam said without raising his voice too much.  He knew that these two creatures would have been able to hear him if he had whispered his words.  “Will you come out so that we may talk?”

 

“Why don’t you come in instead, soldier?” Jason said, standing aside the opening and offering the entrance with his hands.

 

“I will not enter the domain of demons unless in battle,” Adam said peacefully.  “This is not a declaration of war upon you or your establishment; but war is coming.”

 

Jason took his place in front of the opening again and turned his head to the side.  Adam saw the bald man’s lips move as he spoke to someone out of sight.  He focused on them and read the words that he was completely unable to hear.

 

“If anything happens to us, you know the end his nigh.  Take all that are here and return to your original home, but all not of our kind are to be released safely.”

 

So, it was true, Adam thought.  He had been told by rumors that the elders did nothing against this brothel of Hell because the owners were not truly evil.  Other entities would command that all humans be destroyed before the devils left this plane of existence.  These two only wanted to cohabitate with the world.

 

Jason turned and walked out the door, closing it behind him.  As he descended the stairs, the presence above made a sudden move and Adam jumped back, landing in his fighting stance.  In his left hand was held a pure silver plated .44 magnum automatic.  In his right was the sword blessed by The Elders to destroy any demon that it had been run through.

 

Just as quickly as he had pulled the sword from the hidden sheath inside his long coat and took his stance, Maradith had already landed and was wrapping her wings about her body like an evening walking cloak of the old days.  Adam held his stance as she gave him a wry smile and took a seat on the wide steps, where Jason was already seating.

 

Jason brought his hand to his lips, holding the first and second fingers up and to his lips.  A cigarette appeared out of thin air.  Adam relaxed as Jason took a long pull on the cancer stick and the end lit up without the use of any fire.  Jason took the cigarette out of his mouth and blew the smoke upward and looked at Maradith sitting next to him.

 

“I told you he was a solider,” he said allowed.  “I’d know a soldier from miles away.”  He then looked back at Adam and spoke directly to him.  “So, I take it the Council of the Elders has finally decided they’ve had enough of our presence and wishes for us to be dispatched from this realm.  Are you here to send us back to the Ether, or worse, to Hell itself?”

 

“No,” Adam responded, slowly moving back to a standing position; but he still kept the sword and gun in his hands.  “I’ve been sent to warn you of an impending battle that is coming your way; and….”

 

Adam found it impossible to admit the next part.  No matter what The Elders ordered, this was still wrong.  They were evil, no matter their good gestures.  This was just wrong to do this.

 

“And?”  It was Maradith that spoke this time.  Even with all of his training, the purging of his spirit and body, the runes and talismans he carried on his person, with that single questioning word Maradith caused Adam’s loins to stir with wanton desires.  She was powerful beyond what he expected.  She was the real danger that was before him now.

 

Adam raised his gun and aimed it at Maradith’s body.  The blessed silver bullets would not kill her; but they would slow her down long enough for him to run her through and then dismember the body.  His finger rested on the trigger, while his mind warred with the orders he had been given.  Maradith looked at him with absolutely no expression on her face, either smug or even surprise at this action.  Even Jason remained calm, taking another drag on the cigarette.

 

“Speak again and try to tempt me, I will not hesitate to break The Elder’s orders while defending myself,” Adam said.

 

“I wondered if they would add that to one of the general orders that The Elder’s give their soldiers,” Jason said.  Adam turned his attention back to the bald man, lowering his weapon once more.  “So, what are the explicit orders that you were given by The Elders, soldier?”

 

“You’re not my superior, demon, nor will you ever be able to get me to divulge what I have been taught and trained.”

 

“Half-demon, if you will,” Jason said nonchalantly before he made a sudden move.  In less than a second, the cigarette was missing and Jason was on his feet, standing only a foot away from Adam.  His voice and body stature had a command presence.

 

“I was a lieutenant colonel of the Marines before I was pulled into the command structure of the Council of the Elders.  I’ve led more men into battle against evil than the demons you have fought.  I’ve done my time with them, lived several years under the damned demanding rigorous structure, and finally found my place.  I left them with anger, but have kept my pact to cause no harm to this realm of reality as long as others do not ask for it.

 

“Now answer my question, soldier, and tell me what the Elders have ordered you to do, or I will make contact with them and find out for myself, and demand they reprimand you in the old ways for disobeying your orders and threatening those you have no right to threaten.”

 

Adam was stunned to hear this from Jason.  The fact of his military career was unquestionable, because no one that wasn’t in the military could have this type of command presence; and when he spoke of serving the council, Adam saw what he had not seen before.  The aura was there, just intermingled with the presence of the evils that he had done since leaving the Order’s ranks.

 

“My apologies, sir,” Adam said quickly, putting his weapons away with the same speed and ease as he had pulled them from hiding.  “I did not know.  I have been ordered to give you warning of coming danger and offer my assistance to your establishment to defend against the evil that will befall your business.”

 

“We can handle it on our own, thanks,” Maradith said, her voice no longer having the effect on Adam as it did earlier.  Instead of dripping with lust, it had the touch of pain and malice to it.  The phrase ‘hell hath no fury’ popped into his mind and Adam felt a woman scorned was nothing compared to a pissed succubus.

 

“What is this danger, soldier?” Jason asked, as if ignoring Maradith’s comment.  Adam decided to speak directly now to Jason and try to ignore the wrath and anger that the she-demon was exuding.

 

“There is a tear in the fabric between the alternate realms near here,” Adam said.  “Demons from those other realms are going to make their way into this world soon; and they will surely be attracted by your business and make it their fist target.”

 

“How long before they will tear through, and where exactly is this opening?  Also, about how many are we talking about?”

 

“The Elders claim it will be a contingent of around 50 demons of various types,” Adam began, rambling off the facts of the report he was shown.  “Flying, crawling, digging and walking types.  The entrance is in a cave three miles west from your dwelling.  The rip is expected to be open enough for them to come through within the next week, maybe even sooner.”

 

Jason stood there, his head looking down as he took a drag on the cigarette that had reappeared.  He blew the smoke out and looked at the front door for a moment, then back down at Maradith.  The demoness nodded and stood up.  She spread her wings wide, showing Adam a body that made his body shiver with lust again before she rose up to the balcony and left the two men.

 

“What are you…,” Adam started, but Jason held up his hand and turned to face the door again as it opened.  He felt his lust for sexual desires abate and rise with a different kind of lust.  It was the lust for blood and battle, as the woman that walked out of the house could be described as nothing more than an Amazonian warrior.

 

Her dark ebony skin shined as if recently oiled or sweating after a long hard workout.  The woman must have been damn near seven feet tall, and her muscles fought with each other beneath her skin as she walked toward the two men.  She wore the pelt of a large black cat, the furry skin just barely covering her breasts and across her hips.  It did not hang very low past her groin, either.

 

“Soldier, I’d like you to meet Malaka,” Jason said.  “Malaka, this is a soldier of the council of the Elders.  Forgive me and my poor manners, but I have not asked you for your name.”

 

“It’s Adam,” he responded, still looking up to the woman.  “Are you a warrior, Malaka?”

 

Without saying a word, or giving away her intention by any sudden change to her pace, the Amazonian charged at Adam, her face instantly changing from uncaring interest to one of impending murder on it.  From somewhere, she had pulled a stone knife and brandished it like only a warrior would know how.  Adam moved instinctively, dodging the stone blade by mere inches.  As he moved left, her hand quickly followed him, the blade following his movements as if it were part of his shadow.

 

Adam batted her wrist hard, but not to hard to cause broken bones; but it was like hitting a rock.  The attempted parry proved to his forearm just how sharp the stone was, though.  She had cocked her hand just right so that she caught his flesh with the edge, which cut his skin more easily than a scalpel.

 

Adam jumped way back and stood his ground as he put one hand over the wound.  He stared as Malaka brought the stone edge up to her mouth and licked Adam’s blood off the edge.

 

“First blood,” she cooed, her voice dripping with a hunger that Adam couldn’t tell if it was sexual or blood lust.

 

“What the hell are you doing?” Adam asked, looking back at Jason.  “I came here to help.”

 

“It’s not my fault, Adam, soldier of The Elders,” Jason said, walking over and sitting on the steps again.  “You’re the one that challenged her with that question of yours.”

 

“Well, call her off,” Adam shouted before making a quick dodge and moving toward Jason as Malaka attacked again.

 

“You challenged her, and she has accepted,” Jason said before taking a drag on his cigarette.  “She’s now drawn your blood.  Only you can stop it now, and it’s going to take more than words at this point.”

 

“I’m not going to fuck her,” Adam shouted as he dodged another swing of the stone blade.

 

“You just have to beat her,” Jason said.  “Just don’t cause any permanent damage, since we’ll need her to fight this upcoming battle.”

 

Adam’s eyes narrowed to slits as he now understood the meaning for this fight.  He had insulted this Amazonian and she was defending her honor.  She was in it for the fight, and so far, she was winning, since he was the one that had been cut first.  Malaka noticed Adam’s demeanor change and her visage changed from one of playing a cat and mouse game to that of a predator facing an equal predator.

 

She lunged with the knife once more, and Adam spun his body.  He grabbed her wrist as he twisted, bending it backwards as far as it would go; but her grip on the handle of the knife just tightened.  Holding onto the wrist, he rolled up her arm, taking the wrist and hand with him, until he was standing behind her.  Malaka growled from in front of him, her right arm going straight up, then bent hard at the elbow until her hand, still with the stone blade, was pressed into her right shoulder blade.

 

Adam’s normal move at this point was to step forward, reach around the body and rip out the throat of his opponent; but she was too good of a warrior to just throw away like that.  Plus, she still kept that dagger swinging side to side and poking out toward him.  If he stepped in, she’d end up stabbing him in the shoulder with it.

 

He felt her arm’s muscles twitching beneath her skin and saw her other hand trying to reach for his hand to break free of the hold he had on her.  Adam decided that now was the time to agree with his old training about a knife fight.  Don’t fight to not get cut, because you will always get cut in a knife fight.  Just fight to disarm your opponent before they cut you too badly.

 

Adam spun his body again, thrusting his back against hers, hearing the dagger cut through the fabric of his coat and shirt.  The thanked the Elders for giving him the chainmail vest upon completion of training when he felt the metal pressing into his skin instead of the knife edge.  With the momentum of the spin, Adam pulled Malaka’s arm hard over his shoulder and hoped he didn’t do it so hard that he would tear her shoulder out.

 

The force of his twist and thrust pulled Malaka over his shoulder and she roared with surprise as her body slid across his back and flew several feet before landing on her back, arms and legs splayed open.  The morning sun peaked above the horizon at that point and lit up the shadows beneath her skirt.  Even her dark skin in the shadows showed the glistening moisture that was suddenly leaking out the woman’s bare pink vaginal lips.

 

Malaka raised her head, the look on her face was, at first, the look of total shock at what Adam had done to her; then it took on a look full of hunger.  She quickly sat up and moved to gain her feet; and Adam brought his hands up in a fight stance, only then noticing that he held the knife by the blade end.  The edges were cutting deeply into his palm and across the bends of his fingers.

 

Adam flipped it, caught the knife by the handle and held it out in defense; watching Malaka very closely.  She just remained on her knees, her left hand holding onto her right shoulder and tears in her eyes as she looked up at him.  This time, the hunger was still in that visage, but it wasn’t a blood lust hunger.  This look was one of complete adoration.

 

“Do you yield?” he asked her, keeping the knife pointed at her and holding his place a good distance.

 

She just stared at him, a flash of something crossing her face before her tongue ran across her lips.  She then brought her right hand slowly up to her lips and slowly licked off something red, her eyes closing half way as she savored the flavor of it.  Adam noticed she wasn’t bleeding anywhere and knew it must have been his blood she was tasting.  The look on her face when she opened her eyes full on him again was one of wanton need, and Adam felt his body desire to give her that

 

But, he felt the pain of the cut on his forearm and the sting of the handle along the cuts in his hand.  She would have killed him if he hadn’t fought back as hard as he did.

 

“Do you yield?” he demanded of the Amazonian.  “If we keep this up, one of us will die, but I believe we both are needed for what’s to come.”

 

Malaka’s facial features changed again, this time with adoration toward Adam.

 

“You win this round, warrior,” she said, her voice oozing with lust and desire.  “Our next time will be so much more fun, though.”

 

Adam nodded, but didn’t look forward fighting this warrior Amazon again.  He would have to kill her if she came at him any harder than she did this time.

 

“Bravo,” Jason said, standing up and flicking the remains of his cigarette into the air toward the parking lot.  Adam saw it disappear in mid air before landing.  “When I fought her, I actually had to dislocate both of her shoulders.  I guess just one dislocation was all that is necessary.”

 

“No, it is not enough,” Malaka said, standing fully and walking to the two men.  Adam noticed that even on the gravel her movements were completely silent.  When she got right next to him, he was able to focus his senses on her and found something completely shocking.  He couldn’t smell her.  If she wanted to sneak up on someone, they would never know it until they lay dead with their throat slashed and her dagger in their gut.

 

She stepped up real close to Adam and pressed the front of her body against his as her hand slid down to his hand still holding the knife.  She leaned forward and kissed him lightly on the cheek, her tongue giving his flesh a gentle touch as she tasted his flesh.  She slipped the dagger deftly out of Adam’s hand and stepped back.

 

“It was how you dislocated my shoulders, Master,” Malaka said, walking over to Jason.  She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, the dagger still in her hands.  She tightened her grip behind his head and pulled him into a hard, lip smashing, kiss.  Adam saw her hand angle the dagger with the point toward Jason’s back, just between the shoulder blades and both of her hands grabbed onto the hilt.

 

Adam was just about to say something when Malaka broke off the kiss and let out a guttural moan as she threw her head back.  One of her legs quickly rose up and wrapped around Jason’s thigh, and both of her hands let go of the dagger as they quickly clutched at the back of his black shirt.  Soon, Malaka had both legs wrapped around Jason’s thighs, and Adam could see what had caused her to stop her attempt at murdering him.

 

From nowhere, Jason had grown a long shiny black tail, and it had slid beneath Malaka’s skirt and must be penetrating her.  After only a moment, Jason pushed Malaka off of him and she willingly dropped back down to her feet.  She looked at him with reverence, like she was looking upon her own personal god.  When she looked back at Adam, the look was like he expected her to give to one of her saints.

 

I’m in trouble in our next fight, Adam thought to himself.

 

“He had me from behind, bent over,” Malaka said, her voice dropping down several octaves and taking on a husky and heavy feel to it.  “He pulled both my arms up and behind me while he fucked me like an animal.  Every time I tried to pull away, he would jerk me back onto his pole.  At the point of my orgasm, I tried to jerk completely off of him so he wouldn’t know I had fully lost to him; but he pulled me back so hard, both my arms came out of their sockets.”

 

Malaka had moved slowly while she talked and when she was through speaking, her body was pressed against Adam’s, their lips separated by the tiniest amount of space.  Malaka’s hands caressed up Adam’s broad chest, but she didn’t pull him to her as she had Jason.  Instead, she let that tiny bit of distance remain there, and Adam could tell she was waiting for him to cave in to her lusts and kiss her.

 

“So, how are we going to handle this situation, Jason,” Adam asked, not stepping back, but he did turn his head and look at the co-owner of the Ranch.  Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw Malaka’s face look shocked and then even more hungry with arousal.

 

“You will be mine, or I will be yours, my warrior,” she whispered into Adam’s ear before giving the lobe a hard bite.  She then stepped away.

 

“Come inside, Adam, and let’s discuss this in the conference room,” Jason answered.

 

“Again, I will remain outside your establishment.  I can not enter such a place, as the temptations may become too much for me to bear.”

 

“I understand, soldier, and I will respect your decision,” Jason said.  “Where are you going to stay instead, until the battle comes?  I can’t have you camping out in the parking lot.  I already have a problem with the Old Man showing up and trying to scare away my customers.  If I have a warrior camping out here, too; then I might as well close my doors and let the ladies run loose on the world.”

 

Another revelation was suddenly revealed to Adam about this brothel.  Jason wasn’t doing it just for the money, or the power.  He was keeping the number of succubi running loose in the world at a low number. These here fed well off the willing customers and didn’t wreak havoc on communities in the process.  In a very strange way, Jason was providing service to the world by protecting it; and he was doing the succubi under his roof a service by feeding them with willing, yet temporary, victims.

 

“Would it be okay for me to set up camp behind your building?”

 

“That would be fine.  Malaka, show our guest to the softest ground behind the building and come inside so we may take care of that injury of yours.”

 

“I want him to fix it,” she said, pointing at Adam.  She still stared at him with a wanton need in her eyes, along with her adoration.

 

“He will not fix…,” Jason began before being interrupted.

 

“I caused the injury and we will need her skills,” Adam said.  “I swear I will do what is needed to assist in fixing the injury so she is as close to a hundred percent for the coming battle.”

 

Malaka’s eyes sparkled at these words, and Adam suddenly felt his loins growing with a rising lust for her muscular body.

 

“I’m sorry, Adam, but once you hear what is needed to do so, you will find it a much tougher task than you expect,” Jason said.

 

“Master, he said would do it,” Malaka said, looking at Jason like a child that just had their favorite toy taken away from them.  “Why can he not be the one to heal me of the injuries he caused?  I’m sure he will be more than enough to make me whole again by the time the sun sets again.”

 

“Adam, to heal a succubus of severe wounds, she must take some of another’s life force,” Jason said.  “And they do so not by a simple siphoning of such energy while in the persons proximity.  To heal Malaka, you will have to have sexual intercourse with her.”

 

Adam suddenly looked at Jason with surprise and then back at Malaka, his eyes wandering over her entire body.  No where did he see any sign that she was a succubus.  He couldn’t believe that this creature was anything than what she truly appeared to be – an Amazonian warrior with the strength of the black panther that she had killed to make her clothes.

 

“She’s a demon?” Adam yelled at Jason, pointing a finger at her while his other hand automatically went to the butt of his pistol.

 

“All of my girls are succubi,” Jason answered.  “Only succubi and incubi can remain in the Ranch for long periods of time.  All others will become drained of their life force in a sexual feeding frenzy and transformed into becoming like those that feed upon them.  Malaka came to us as a young overdrawn gambler, looking for a new life.  She willingly accepted the transformation, and stands before you today as the warrior that she always wanted to be.”

 

Adam looked at her and gave a sigh of resignation.  He suddenly regretted his hasty words.

 

“I swore I would do what was necessary,” he said, shaking his head while looking down.  “I can not break my word.”

 

“You did it in haste, Adam, and before you had knowledge that she was demon,” Jason responded.  “You are released from your promise, soldier … this time.  Let this be a lesson learned not to trust your eyes, and not jump into a situation you do not know all the facts of before hand.

 

“Malaka, you will do as I said,” Jason continued.  “Take the soldier out back, show him the softest spot for him to sleep on, and come back in to be healed.”

 

Adam saw her look down and nod with a sad face.  Even though she was so tall and muscular, she still had the look of a child that was just told their puppy had died.  For the first time, Adam wondered if demons could contain emotions as humans did.

 

“Come, my warrior,” she said, taking just a quick look at Adam and then turning to walk around the building.  Adam followed her, his eyes watching as the rising sun showed the muscles of her back dance beneath her skin.  He could see the area of her right shoulder slowly swelling with the dislocation.  She did not show signs of pain, but Adam wondered if she felt it all the same.

 

When they were behind the building, she showed him to a spot very close to the building, close by was a water spigot sticking out of the wall.

 

“The water is cold that comes out here, and this time of the year, the sun is mostly on the opposite end of the house,” she said.  “You will have shade on this side all day long; but if you change your mind about coming in, there is a door beneath that window there.”

 

Malaka pointed to a door that looked to be lying almost on its side.  Adam was reminded of the doors you sometimes see of the Midwest storm shelters.

 

“It will take you into our basement,” Malaka continued.  “There is an intercom there.  Just talk, and Jason will hear your call and someone will come to you.”

 

“Thank you, Malaka,” Adam said, looking back at her.  She still looked at him with wanton hunger and adoration.  “If you were not a demon, I would help you to heal; but I have taken a vow not to be in leagues with demonic entities.  The only reason I break it now with Jason and this place is because of the Elders.”

 

“I understand, my warrior,” she said, still staring at him.  “I am at your disposal as long as you wish.  If you need anything, while you are on these grounds, just ask and I will come to you, my warrior.”

 

“Why do you call me that?” Adam asked.

 

“Because, I have your flavor on my tongue still,” she smiled.  “You are mine until you can best me, and make me yours.  Master Jason may not allow it, and your vow may not allow it; but I do have a right to you and your body at this time due to the rights of combat.  You made me yield; but you did not defeat me, as Master did.”

 

“We will have to remedy that,” Adam said, and Malaka quickly jumped back from him and took her fighting stance; but he could see she favored her right arm.  So, demons do feel pain, he thought.

 

“Not now, though,” Adam said.  “Not until after the battle and you are at your peak performance.  I do not want my opponent to be weakened when I fight her.”

 

She stood back up, but kept her distance from him all the same.  She gave a wry smile, the look of hungry sexual lust, a raging blood lust, and a touch of adoration all playing with that smile on her features.  In the growing light, it made the dark woman’s beauty glow even more.

 

“Until that time then, my warrior,” she said and walked to and through the door she alluded to earlier.

 

 

 

It was three days later that Adam stood in the middle of the desert, the sun slowly sinking behind the mountains that he stared at intently.  The Earth had stopped shaking nearly an hour ago, but he knew that it was just the beginning of the up roar that was going to begin very soon.  He had seen the glowing red eyes peeing out of the black cave entrance at ground level.  The true demons had come through the tear in the realms; and they now waited for the sun to completely sink away.  The light was their weakness, just as he expected it to be.

 

As the shadows extended from the mountains toward his feet, Adam stared intently at the cave entrance over a mile away.  His eyes had grown greater with the power to see such distance, and he could easily see the glowing red eyes start moving out of the darkness of the cave and into the shadows of the mountain.  He wasn’t too surprised with the sight of what he was seeing, though.  The sight was just multiple pairs of glowing red dots, but no true forms.

 

As the demons slunk out of the cave, they brought with them the pitch blackness that was inside the cave.  They did give away some of their abilities, though, as the made their way out of the cave.  A couple pair of glowing eyes rose above the rest, as if they were flying.  Several more sank low to the earth, disappeared beneath the soil and would pop back up every now and again before diving beneath the hard packed soil of the desert.

 

“Here they come,” Malaka said at Adam’s side.  The past three days had taught him not to be so surprised by her sudden appearance around him.  She was fully healed by the night after his first encounter with her; but she always enjoyed sneaking up behind him and watching Adam jump into a defensive posture.

 

“Yes, and it’s going to be an ugly fight,” Adam said without turning to look at Malaka.  He did catch her look at him, her eyes still showing desire for him; plus they had regained the unadulterated blood lust that she showed that first night.  “Where the hell is Jason and the others?”

 

“Master and others are at a small oasis in that direction,” Malaka said, pointing off to the other side of Adam.  Her arm was directly in front of his face, her flesh close to his nose.  As soon as Adam’s head turned in the direction she was pointing, Malaka wrapped her arm around Adam’s neck and pulled his back to her front.

 

He could feel the hard points of her nipples pressing into his shoulders as her mouth moved to his ear.  Adam did not fight or resist her embrace as the Amazon’s other arm came around his body and wrapped around his chest.  His only reaction was to put his hands on her forearm that was wrapped beneath his neck.

 

“I want you to know, my warrior, that if we do not survive this, I will truly miss the opportunity to lay claim to my prize,” she whispered hotly into his ear.  Adam’s mind quickly had visions of her using his body in carnal ways that were unbecoming of one that serves the Elders.  Still, his cock did not hesitate to rise to the visions of arousal.  “Or to battle you again so that you may have the chance to truly best me.”

 

Adam closed his eyes and envisioned such a fight, and his eyes leaked tears at the final outcome being either his or hers or both of their deaths.  His eyes flew open when Malaka planted a very tender soft kiss on his neck.  He suddenly noticed that there was something in that embrace that was not what he expected.  There was a warmth and kindness in Malaka’s touch.

 

“Let’s go meet up with Jason’s army,” Adam spoke allowed, not showing his want to explore or question the possibility that Demons actually could love.  He stepped forward and Malaka’s arms slid from around his body reluctantly.  He felt her hands touch and caress him as the slid around the sides until the finger tips just lightly caressed his back and he was out of reach.

 

Adam never turned around, knowing that Malaka was following him; but still he could not hear or sense her presence.  Every now and then, he would peer off into the distance and see that the shadows were growing closer, and the demons hiding in them were moving faster toward the edge of those shadows.  The small oasis was closer than the shadows, and Adam was surprised to find Jason leaning against a palm tree.

 

Adam thought it was a funny looking location.  It looked like it came right out of a cartoon.  The pool of water was of a pretty good size, with four palm trees around the edges, leaning their heads over the pool, giving it the optimal shade during the hottest part of the day.  The water was perfectly still, even with the light breeze blowing across it.  It looked like a mirror, reflecting the darkening sky above and the palm tree fronds hanging overhead.  On the other side of the water, a very large boulder protruded out of the ground.

 

“Do you like it?” Jason asked, opening his arms and gesturing to the unrealistic oasis.  “Salem, our witch, conjured it for us.”

 

“It does well, and suits the purpose that we wish for,” Adam responded, holding out his hand in greeting.  Jason wrapped his hand around Adam’s forearm as the latter did to his.  If anyone told me I’d be joining in an alliance with a half-demon a week ago, I would have killed them on the spot for blasphemy, Adam thought to himself.

 

“So, were’ all here, and I can see we have at least 30 fiends coming to make trouble for us,” Jason replied, turning his head toward the incoming shadows.  The edge of the mountains shadows was no more that 10 feet from them.  The demons darkness was only about a hundred yards from there, and closing faster now.  “And it looks like they see us and are hoping for an early meal.”

 

Adam noticed Jason got a big grin on his face as he brought two fingers toward his lips once more.  Another cigarette appeared out of nothing and was instantly lit.  Adam smirked as he watched the half-demon take several drags on the cigarette while staring at the oncoming storm.  High above, a bird let out a loud screech, causing Adam to look up.  At least five pairs of wings held wide spread, several of them circled the oasis and Adam knew that they were just waiting for the battle to begin.

 

When he looked back down, he caught sight of Jason flicking his cigarette, and in the same motion, the half-demon pulled from nowhere two katana swords, their edges gleaming in the diminishing sunlight.  Suddenly, Adam now knew who Jason truly was.

 

Rumors went about the ranks of the other soldiers how one of the Elders great warriors had joined forces with the enemy.  This warrior’s name was never mentioned by name, as the Elders had claimed it to be blasphemy to speak of traitors; but his knowledge of the light and the dark had caused this elite of all elite warriors had made him give pause and join the other side.

 

As the rumors told, this warrior always carried two katana of the sharpest edge, trained with the greatest of all masters of the sword fighting art, and was never beaten.  But one day, he was sent on a mission with three soldiers under his command.  The rumors told of how the warrior, with his soldiers following, charged the twenty demons in a sneak attack.  They had busted into the interior of the abandoned warehouse, slashing and hacking at the many demonic creatures that were just sitting in the darkness and the shadows.

 

None of the soldiers were injured in the attack, and all the blood spilled that day was the black ichor of the demons; but the warrior, after the battle, was seen kneeling beside one of the smaller ugly beasts, staring down into its face.  Without looking up, he ordered his soldiers to leave the building and report back to the council that the mission was a success and that the nest had been destroyed with all inside.  The soldiers followed their orders, thinking that their leader would just meet them there after cleaning up the mess so the civilians wouldn’t find it.

 

It was later revealed to the soldiers that the warrior was no longer among them.  That was the words used, and always used, when it came to what happened to one that willingly did not return.  Their names were never mentioned again, and to try to find out why was sacrilege.  But, standing now next to that same warrior, Adam’s curiosity rose inside him and burst forth before he could put a stop to it.

 

“When this is over, and if we are both alive, I must know what happened that day when you left the Elders,” Adam said, drawing his own sword and the .44 magnum.

 

“If you and Malaka survive, then I am sure you will find out yourself why I left their cursed rules,” Jason said with a snarl.  “For now, just focus on surviving the attackers.”

 

And with that, the attack began; but not from the dark shadows from ahead of them.  The ground had contained a low rumble for some time as the demons came at them; but it had covered the noise of the ones burrowing beneath them.  A loud screech from above and behind Adam caused him to spin around and slice with his sword, but he had missed his target.

 

The demon had leaped out of the ground but he never touched the ground again as three of the five harpy succubi Jason had brought with him had dived at the demon and all three plucked him out of the air and carried the demon high up.  Adam suddenly ducked as a large club swung over his head toward the oncoming above ground demons.  At the other end of the club, Malaka smiled with a blood lust grin as she attaked the demons.

 

Adam turned back in time to see the club connect with one of the small winged beasts that had been aiming for the back of his head.  There was a black mist of its blood before the dead carcass went flying back toward the charging beasts.  Adam raised his pistol and began firing, the silver bullets finding their targets; butt he blessed rounds only slowed most of them down, except the one demon that he had fired five of the rounds into.  That one fell dead while at the lead, and all the others trampled its carcass as they still came forward, not at a sprint.

 

“Use your sword, soldier, and remove the hearts and minds of the beasts,” Jason yelled.  Then Adam watched the half-demon charge at the enemy, both of his swords held out to each side like wings.  At the last moment before the two sides came together, Adam caught the subtle twist of the wrist holding the left katana, turning the blade away from the demons.  Then Jason spun in place, his body becoming a blur as it picked up speed and his swords like those in a food processor.

 

Every demon in range quickly lost limbs to the slicing weapons.  Those that saw the assault tried to leap in and charge between the blades, and Adam saw the head of one of the beasts be cut in two.  Then there was a ring of the four and two legged demons watching Jason carefully, waiting for him to tire and slow down.  They had no intentions of letting this living Cuisinart escape after killing at least two of their kind in one attack.

 

With their attention away from him, Adam struck the back of the demons that were toward him.  Two fell without their heads before he put a silver bullet in their hearts.  The blast of Adam’s second shot hit its target just as a heavy thud landed on his back.  As he lost his balance and began to fall forward, Adam spun around, bringing his gun to aim at the beast that had hit him.  His finger squeezed the trigger as his sword arm swung around to cut any limbs that were reaching for him.

 

The soft click of the hammer falling on his first ever bad round sounded like cymbals crashing together, and it was a blessing as well.  The thud from behind had come from Malaka’s club as she took Adam’s place in the battle.  The action moved slowly as he saw the claw tipped hand of a demon swiped at the exposed flesh of Malaka’s side, knocking her aside.

 

The demon continued forward, receiving the cutting edge of Adam’s blessed silver sword through its head, the entire front half of the skull sheared off like a pad of butter cut by a hot knife.  Adam leaped to his feet and rushed to Malaka’s side and saw four giant tears in her flesh, one actually exposing some of her internal organs.  Her dark pupils stared, unblinkingly, up at the night sky above.

 

“Take ‘em down, ladies,” Jason bellowed from nearby, and Adam looked up to see the trap they had set spring.  The placid pool of water shot up ward in a geyser, like an explosive had been detonated beneath it.  The giant water succubus towered over the battle, her body looking like perfection, just in gargantuan stature.

 

On her other size, the huge boulder just opened up like a pill bug, and an eight foot tall golem woman stood.  The runes on her shoulder glowed red, like blood, as she advanced on the nearest demon.  Adam saw her grab it by the tail as it turned to run and yank it back into her arms.  She wrapped them around the monster and crushed its body with her own as she rolled back into the form of the boulder.

 

Adam caught sight of four wispy looking women racing toward the battle with sharpened poles, their hair looking like vines.  All four dryads appeared out of the trees that surrounded the pool of water and worked as one as they all surrounded one demon and began to spear it over and over again.  It was at this moment when two demons attacked him.

 

Adam swung his sword once more, lopping the arm off one of the demons reaching for him; but the other’s long snout grabbed Adam’s arm and ripped into his flesh.  He felt his shoulder pop out of its socket as the beast yanked backward, and Adam was thrown through the air toward Jason.

 

The half-demon stopped his spinning just in time to keep from chopping Adam to ribbons, and he caught the soldier in his arms.  Three of the remaining four legged demons leaped into the air to attack the two fallen fighters; but the harpies above once again caught the beasts in mid leap and carried them high above the desert.  Adam just saw the harpies release the monsters from their claws, but they were caught in the open mouth of the water succubus, who swallowed the monsters whole.

 

Adam switched the sword to his uninjured hand, and began to fight for his life against the demons that made attacks at him and Jason.  They both stood back to back, and he could hear the brothel owner laughing as the demons closed their circle around them.  Adam’s calculating mind could tell that their foe was now down to a total of eight; but they still came at them like there was a chance for them to win and still take over the world with such small numbers.

 

A loud roar from above caught both of their attentions and they both turned their eyes up while swinging at the enemy.  A massive dark shape flew overhead, from the mountains, and passed them.  Two of the harpies fell from the sky and the water succubus caught them and placed them gently on the ground.  Adam saw that their feathers were singed, and their faces filled with total shock and fright at their moment of death in mid-flight.

 

“DRAGON!” Jason bellowed.  As his voice carried over the raucous noise of battle, the demonic dragon somersaulted in mid-air, spinning as it did so and flew very low and near the ground.  It shot a breath of flame at the battle, killing one of its own brethren, but torching all four of the wood nymphs.  They ran around, shrieking their pain from the fire as the dragon closed its mouth and swooped right through the giant water succubus.

 

Her body disintegrated into a heavy rain upon the battle field, the water quickly putting out the writhing bodies of the burning wood nymphs.  Jason and Adam continued to strike and parry against the grounded demons just as the other underground demon burst out of the dirt close by.  Its long serpentine body immediately wrapped around both warriors, and the coils tightened.  Adam heard the air being forced out of his lungs as his body was crushed by the black body of the demon that had caught him.

 

A light as bright as the mid-day sun suddenly flashed on above the fighters.  Adam’s eyes immediately shut closed, and his mind likened the sudden flash like someone turning on a light switch in the darkest possible room.  Even through his closed eyelids, it penetrated and stung his retinas; and then it was pitch black once more.

 

Adam opened his eyes and beyond the flashing circles that the sudden light had burned into his optical nerve, he saw that the desert floor that he was lying on was empty of the demons that they had been fighting.

 

“What the hell was that?” Adam exclaimed, turning his head toward Jason.  The man lay flat on his face, his body completely still.  Adam stood and dropped his sword, and he moved to Jason’s side.  With his good arm, he felt for a pulse and found that there was one.  His charge was still alive, but what of the others.  Looking about, he saw black dust all around the desert area where the demons had been when the light flashed on.  The only thing he could think of to do such a thing would have been direct sunlight.  But, it was still several hours before the sun rose again.

 

Then Adam’s eyes landed on the prone body of Malaka, her dark skin covered by the black soot of one of the demon’s remains.  He raced over to her side and saw that there was a deep gash in her shoulder where one of the monsters must have tried to take a bite out of her.  He couldn’t tell if she had been bitten before she was nearly eviscerated by the demon he killed earlier.

 

He kneeled by her side, feeling the hot tears work their ways out of the corners of his eyes.  He didn’t know if his question about the ability of demons to have good emotions was possible; but he knew that over the past several days, he had grown used to her constant companionship.

 

 

 

Every morning, she would rouse him from his sleep, offering him breakfast from the house.  Every time, he refused on the condition that food from demons was just as bad as anything else they could possibly offer.

 

They would spend most of the day sparring with each other, their bouts helping to keep their fighting skills honed to a deadly edge.  After the small fights, they would sit back to back, talking about one thing or another while they sharpened their weapons, or he cleaned his pistol and reloaded the empty cartridges with new rounds.  She always watched this with fascination, and only attempted once to handle one of the new bullets.

 

He remembered trying to comfort her when she burned her hand on the blessed silver bullet.  He had even pulled out his meager first aid kit to try and heal the wound; but she wouldn’t let him waist his medicine on her.  At that time, he had forgotten she was a demon and even the bun from the bullet didn’t remind him of that fact, until she caressed Adam’s groin with her good hand and told him what she needed to be healed.

 

She was fine by that evening when she came back out, without even a single scar on her flesh.  Adam had kept in the back, and he could only hear the cars arriving and leaving the brothel; and the talk of those going into the brothel.  He never bothered to go inside, or even peer around the side of the building and see what type of clientele that visited this place.

 

 

 

Now, the woman, even if she were a succubus, that he had come to know and, yes, he will admit to himself, love, she now lay dead at his side, never to know his true feelings for her.

 

“She knows how you feel, soldier,” said a soft voice close by.  Adam looked up to see who would have such a soft neutral voice.  He could not tell if it were a man or woman that spoke, and now that he looked upon this figure standing before him, he still couldn’t tell.

 

The long white robe fell from the shoulders all the way to the person’s ankles, and it gave off a warm glowing light.  Adam saw that the perfectly clean sandaled feet didn’t even touch the ground.  He looked back up and saw the sharp angles of the face peering at him with a look of love and warmth.  The eyes, though, were nothing but completely black orbs.  They reflected the aura of the light, and even the reflection of Adam kneeling beside Malaka’s body.

 

“What do you mean ‘she knows’?” Adam asked, knowing that his first question should have been who are you, or what do you want, or even if this entity was friend or foe.

 

“She is not completely gone, Adam.  She resides in sleep until she is healed from her wounds.  It will take decades for them to heal at the current rate; but she will be fully healed and back on her feet, and fighting again.”

 

“Do something,” Adam demanded, looking up at what could only be an angel.  “Do something for her so it won’t take that long!”

 

“I do not have what she needs to heal faster, as does none of those that still remain alive upon this field of battle.”  The angle waved its hand and a soft glowing light lit the oasis.  The water was once again perfectly still in its pool.  The rock golem had either been in the process of closing or opening after another kill when the sudden bright light knocked every one of Jason’s army unconscious.

 

“You caused the sun to come back,” he said, not asking.

 

“I am the rarest of Master Jason’s collection,” the angel answered.  “I was cast out of heaven, but unwanted in hell.  I found refuge from both sides in Jason’s home, and reside there as a truly loving entity.  Hardly any of the customers ask for sex with an angel, but a few do and I provide.  Plus, Jason and his witch, Salem, were able to foresee a need for me in the future.  He called me out to help, knowing I could stop the whole thing with complete destruction of all here.”

 

“I don’t understand,” Adam said, looking back down at Malaka.  “If you’ve been cast out of heaven, then you are a fallen angel, an enemy of God; but if Lucifer will not have you in hell, then you must not be evil enough to be a true demon?  But you live in a den full of demonic spirits who siphon off the life force of humans in sexual debauchery, even taking part in that ritual yourself?  But how can you command such power of the light as you did just now?”

 

“My name is Nole, and I am too good to be a demon of hell, but too bad to be an angel of heaven any longer,” Nole said.  The angel reached down with his hand and placed it on Adam’s injured shoulder and all of the pain that was there suddenly disappeared.  Even a feeling of peace and love filled his heart, but beneath that, Adam still felt sorrow at the loss of Malaka.

 

“I can heal humans, because I am still more good than I am evil; but I do not control the light as well as I used to,” Nole continued.  “Jason sent me word that I may be needed to end this battle, if it was going to come to a bad end for everyone.  He told me that if he called upon me, he wanted me to bring out the light and burn the demons.  He knew that it would quite possibly kill him and his kind as well.”

 

Adam looked stunned at the angel standing before him.

 

“You’re telling me that Jason attempted to sacrifice himself and his ‘collection,’ as you call them, to save me and the planet?” Adam asked, shocked at the thought.

 

“No, I’m telling you that Jason and the ladies on the field of battle all offered themselves up for sacrifice when they all saw the dragon was bearing down on them,” Nole said with a smile.  “You see, Adam, not all demons are evil.”

 

“And when I learned that, I quit my service with the council and went my separate way,” Jason said from behind Adam.  He crawled on his hands and knees over to where the soldier still kneeled next to Malaka and rolled over onto his back and stared at the sky.  “They had sent us into a nest of demons that was rumored to be spawning devils; and my soldiers and I charged in and slaughtered the whole lot of them.

 

“After the killing, I saw movement of one of the demons and went to make sure it was dead.  It turned out the movement was coming from inside the belly of the demon.  I then understood what my soldiers and I had done.  We had destroyed the birthing nest of a demon horde.  Yes, they looked like monsters, and they bled a black disgusting smelling substance, but they were still living creatures.

 

“After the soldiers left, I looked around and found that about a third of those demons were with child.  I was only able to save one of the unborn creatures, the one I saw moving inside its parent.  I told the council what I had found out after the slaughter, and they told me to come home and make my official report.  I demanded to know why we weren’t told it was just a birthing location and why we killed the lives of innocent creatures.

 

“They broke the connection, and I vowed never to work for them again.  I will still defend against an attacking demon on unwilling prey; but I will not attack another demon that was feeding off a human that did not willingly offer itself to that demon, like my customers do.  Nor would I attack a demon that didn’t attack first.

 

“Thankfully, it has been a peaceful experience, and I have heard from the council only once before you showed up to let me know they now understood my ways and would not do anything to put a stop to my brothel.”

 

Jason fell silent as Adam sat on his bottom next to Malaka and stared at the half-demon.  As the silence grew, Adam looked up at Nole and saw the angle was still smiling down at the three of them.  Then Jason spoke up without moving from his place.

 

“Nole, go pass word that the invaders are no more and that we are still alive, but five are severely injured.  The two harpies will be carried back by their flying sisters and the nymphs will be brought back by the water, but Malaka will remain here.”

 

Adam looked at Jason with shock, and while he was looking away, Nole’s light faded away and disappeared into the night.  Darkness surrounded them once again.

 

“Why aren’t you taking Malaka back with you?” he queried.  “She needs to be healed and she can only get that back at your Ranch.”

 

“It is her will,” Jason answered.  “She told me that if she were seriously injured in the battle, she did not wish to be healed unless it was her warrior that healed her.  I will not force her to come back to the Ranch, be healed and live out her days in perpetual unhappiness because I did not meet her desires.”

 

“But…,” Adam stammered.  “She’ll die if she’s left out here when the sun comes up and no one heals her, right?”

 

“Quite possibly, yes.”

 

Adam stared at Malaka, feeling the burning sting of his tears as they began to fall from his eyes.  He wiped them away and looked back over at Jason, only to find that the half-demon was no longer there.  Looking around, he saw that the mirage of an oasis was no longer there.  The pool of water was gone, along with all four of the palm trees.  The golem had also disappeared.

 

The only thing that was there hadn’t been there a moment before.  A large tent with white and purple stripes stood near by.  The light breeze blowing caused the opening flap to blow back and forth, and Adam caught a glimpse on a lit interior with a large bed of pillows, along with a table set with fresh cooked food.  He could smell the roast pheasant and fresh vegetables on the wind that came from near the tent.

 

With no hesitation, Adam slid his arms beneath Malaka’s knees and neck and very carefully lifted her in his arms.  She felt far lighter than the height and muscular of her body looked like it should feel.  He ignored this fact as he made his way into the tent and saw that there were two piles of pillows, one larger than the other.  He also made note that there was a lit lantern high in the center of the tent, illuminating the tent in a very soft and warm glow.

 

He laid the fallen Amazon upon the largest of the beds and made her as comfortable as he possibly could.  He then rushed outside and found his sword stilly lying in the dirt, along with the .45 magnum that he had dropped when he had been thrown by the beast.  Taking the weapons back into the tent, he set them down by the other bed, telling himself that he would clean them and find out why the pistol had misfired.  As pleased as he had been that he had not shot and killed Malaka, it bothered him his weapon had failed him.

 

“It didn’t fail,” a voice whispered near Adam’s ear.  He looked around, surprised that he would be contacted now of all times.

 

“Sir?” he asked the disembodied voice.

 

“Check the round and you will see that the hammer never fell all the way,” said the masculine voice.  “We could not let you kill one you are so close to.”

 

Adam snatched up the pistol and dropped the clip out of the handle.  After counting the three rounds still in it, he pulled the slide back, ejecting the round that had not fired when he pulled the trigger.  In mid-flight from the ejection port, Adam caught the silver round and held it up, looking it over.  When he got to the base, he noticed there was no indention where the hammer would have struck and fired the round.

 

“Why?” he asked to know one.

 

“Because you are falling in love with the one that has saved your life,” whispered a woman’s voice in his other ear.  “I will not have shattered love take away another great warrior in our ranks.”

 

“But, she’s a demon,” Adam protested, even though he knew that what the female Elder spoke was true.

 

“All living things are capable of love and compassion, even demons,” said the male Elder.

 

“It was Jason that taught us that lesson,” said another man’s voice.  “We were hard pressed to learn that lesson; but the demon that Jason raised grew quickly to be a very remarkable ambassador for their kind, haven’t you?”

 

“Thank you for the compliment; but we digress from the subject at hand,” said a very gravelly voice.  Adam had never heard it speak to him before; and he could not discern if it was from a male or female; but it was most definitely not the voice of a human.  “Adam, you must do what you can to save the succubus Malaka.  Your Elders have provided you this shelter and food to give you protection and strength for the task that you must do to save the life of the fallen warrior.”

 

“It is against the rules for a…,” Adam started before he was interrupted by the woman’s voice.

 

“You are given direct permission of the Elders, Adam Zero, to ignore this rule from this point forward,” she said, the voice kind, but stern.  “As Nadia has become an ambassador for the demons, you and your succubus will become our ambassador to their kind.  Now, go to her and heal your comrade’s wounds.”

 

Adam was shocked to hear that his duties for the Elders had changed so quickly.  He looked over at the prone form of a demon that he felt his heart desiring.  All this time, he had believed that it was her succubus nature that was affecting him; but the Elders had the power to be able to tell if someone was under the influence of a demon.

 

Without looking, he placed the unfired round into the clip and seated it the handle.  He pulled slide back, chambering the round once more and eased the hammer backing place.  Adam then picked up his sword while putting the pistol back into the holster.  As he walked over to the bed where Malaka still lay unmoving and staring at the top of the tent, Adam slid the sword into the hidden scabbard under his shirt.

 

He felt a hot tear run through the dirt that was on his face, knowing it was leaving a strip of clean flesh in the trail.  Staring at the mangled body of the woman he loved, he saw the black dust of the demon that must have been atop her when the fallen angel had ended the battle.  He couldn’t stand the sight of such ugly dust upon her body and looked around the tent.

 

Over on the table, he saw a large pitcher sitting inside a basin with a stack of clean royal purple washcloths next to it.  Adam was back at Malaka’s side within seconds setting the pitcher down at the edge of the pillows. When he sat on them, he noticed for the first time that they pillows were on a very soft, imperceptible mattress.  It was very comfortable, and seemed to call for him to relax and sleep in it; but Adam had a task to do before he could rest.

 

Carefully, he reached to Malaka and pealed off the two black furry coverings and found her body beneath them still shimmered with sweat from her battles, untouched by the pitch black dirt of the beast atop her earlier.  Adam admired the beauty of the clean dark flesh of her breasts, and the thick, yet wiry, hairs of her pubic region.

 

Adam laid the garments on the floor and quickly removed his own clothing.  They felt soiled, and he decided that he would destroy them when he had the chance; but he still had to clean the woman that offered her life for his.  As soon as his gun and sword were in placed nearby, waiting for cleaning and sharpening in time, Adam filled the basin, not surprised to find the water in the pitcher was hot, for a good cleaning.

 

He soaked the cloth and reached over to Malaka’s face.  He decided that working on the wounds may cause too much pain so soon, and any possible infection must already be set in, so left them for now.  Instead, he gently wiped the moist cloth across her lips, wiping away the dark soot that covered them.  Without hesitation, Adam leaned over the cleaned lips and placed a light, gentle, loving kiss upon them.

 

He felt another hot tear leave the corner of his eyes, and when he sat up, he saw that it had landed on her cheek.  At first, he thought it had landed at the corner of her own eye; but he saw that the moisture there was running, not sitting upon her flesh as his teardrop did.

 

“I will take care of you, Malaka,” Adam whispered to her, beginning in earnest to clean her face.  As he cleaned the forehead, he gave another gentle kiss upon the Amazon’s feature.  Each eye he closed the lids, wiped them clear of the demon ash, and planted a kiss upon them as well.

 

His hands worked slowly, taking the time to constantly dampen the cloth in the water, which grew darker each time he dipped the cloth in to it.  Adam cleared her entire head of black ash, spending a little extra time on each nick and cut to make sure to remove all of the demons remains.

 

When he had finished with her neck, Adam dumped the bowl of the black water and refilled it with clean clear water.  He then began to wipe the soot from her shoulders, being as gentle as he could with the monstrous bite wound at her shoulder.  He noticed that the wounds were not as pronounced as they had looked when he first found her lying on the desert floor; but he let it pass, knowing that her body would heal itself, just slowly.

 

When he finished the wound area, he looked up to her face and saw that her eyes were no longer closed; and she was looking at him with a soft smile upon her features.  Adam returned the smile as he moved the cloth down to her chest and started to wipe the soot from her dark breasts.

 

Malaka finally made noises as the rough damp cloth rubbed across her nipples, causing them to harden to pointed nubs.  She moaned at the first caress of the material; and Adam stilled his hand and looked at her with concern.  Her face told him that her sound was not one of pain but of pleasure, as she bit her lower lip and nodded for him to continue.

 

When he finished with them and dipped the cloth in the water, he felt her eyes watching him intently.  When he started to wipe down her stomach, he heard her whimper but she said nothing to him when he looked back at her face.  Giving her a smile, he returned to his cleaning, worrying about the deep gash that he was nearing around her midsection.

 

To Adam’s surprise, he found that she was no longer cut as wide open as she was such a short time ago.  He wiped all of the ash away from the edges and watched with fascination as the wound pulled together right before his very eyes, looking like a very deep scratch within moments.

 

He worked quickly to get all of the ash out of the cut before it closed up completely, and at the end, his finger was been between the flesh wiping the last of the soot as it closed around him.  He felt her skin trying to attach to his, the feeling not unlike a suckling mouth at the tip.  Though Adam found it intriguing, even a little pleasurable, he did not want to have his hand forever attached to her stomach.

 

The wound sealed tightly, leaving a light scar which remained for the night.  Looking back up at the wound on her shoulder, he could see that it too was now nothing but scar tissue.  It was lighter than her dark skin; but it was quite visible after all this time he had grown used to seeing her flesh looking beautifully flawless.

 

Adam wet the cloth again, noting that he would have to dump the water before he cleaned her legs.  He wiped the rest of her flat stomach clean of the ash, taking a lot of time admiring her toned muscles beneath the soft flesh.  His hands worked on their own when he would look back up at Malaka and see her watching him with eyes that showed great affection, even a touch of adoration.

 

While doing this, her eyes quickly shut and her mouth opened as her head tilted back.  She let out a soft moan and Adam worried he had found another open wound without watching where his hand was going.  To his chagrin, he discovered his fingers had found an opening on their own and were beginning to “clean” it quite thoroughly.

 

He looked back up at her and watched as the Amazon succubus started to arch her back when his fingers rubbed the rough cloth between her vaginal lips and up across the hard nub of her clitoris.  Adam began to enjoy giving her this attention and used the cloth as a barrier as his fingers started working her center in earnest.

 

The Amazon tried to close her legs; but Adam stopped her by moving his buttocks between her legs, his own legs draped over one of them.  He felt the leg behind him press into his back and start sliding upward.  When it reached his shoulders, her knee bent and the calf came around and wrapped along Adam’s chest.  She pulled him down onto the bedding with it, trying to slip her thigh around his head.

 

Adam slipped his free arm through the closure of the knee and then wrapped it around her lower leg.  His hand began to caress her soft skin there while his other fingers started to probe deeper into the succubus cunny.  She groaned with frustration as her legs tensed with her own growing arousal.

 

Adam turned his head, letting the soft strong inner thigh act as his pillow, and watched his fingers work in and out of her sex.  With each probe inward, his thumb would rub the rough cloth around the hard clit, causing the succubus to shudder.  About the fifth time, when his fingers pulled almost all the way out, Malaka sat up completely, her eyes blazing with lust and need.

 

One of her hands gripped Adam’s wrist and she forced him to shove his fingers all the way back into her while her other hand wrapped tightly around his already growing erection.

 

“You dare to tease me?” she questioned, her voice commanding but still alluring to his ears.  “You kiss my face after cleaning it but do not kiss my lovely breasts when they awaited your lips.  Now you clean me deeply; but you show no intention of kissing those lips either.”

 

“Maybe it’s because I wish to finally beat you,” Adam said, pulling his fingers back out just a tiny bit and thrusting them deep again on his own.  He wiggled his fingers quickly inside her as his thumb worked wonders on the succubus’ clit.

 

“Challenge accepted,” Malaka answered, her grip on his dick beginning to stroke up and down the hardening shaft.  “First to cum loses.”

 

Adam only had a moment to nod his head when the Amazonian proved that her height and musculature belied her flexibility.  She instantly bent in half, pulling her nether lips a little ways away from Adam’s questing fingers and her mouth latched onto the tip of his cock.  He felt her tongue swirl around the tip as a hot suction excited the appendage better than he remembered a blow job ever feeling.

 

He groaned with the sudden jolt of pleasure and felt his hips press upward to her siphoning lips as she bent even further to take more of his shaft into her mouth.  Malaka laughed when Adam groaned, the noise sending a touch of vibration down the shaft and into his balls.

 

He knew at this pace that she would suck him over the edge within seconds, so Adam did his best to devise a plan on how to try and best a succubus in a sexual battle.  In the instant that thought crossed his mind, he let a chuckle escape.

 

The thought of winning a sexual battle with a succubus was one of those seriously one-sided fights, like a boxer standing in the middle of an ice rink and to go against a hockey player in full gear.  Malaka was going to win this battle, because she was a creature of sex.  Worse yet, she was a warrior, like him, so she already was thinking of every route out of this sexual trap she already had him in.

 

Adam felt her leg slipping out from his head, knowing she was about to place it over his chest to hold him down while she sucked his orgasm out with a hunger that only a wounded succubus would have.  He started laughing out loud at his foolish acceptance of this fight.  The sudden burst of laughing caused Malaka to stop sucking him off; but her hand continued to stroke up and down his now wet shaft.

 

“What’s so funny, my warrior?” she asked, her voice dripping with carnal, wanton hunger.

 

“This,” he chuckled, and quickly sat up.  Before she could react, Adam had pressed her backwards, his lips latching onto her nearest breast.  He shoved his fingers deep into the succubus pussy and slipped three of them deep into her sex.  He noticed that he had lost the washcloth at some point in time; but the touch of her slippery silken inner walls was delicious to his flesh.

 

She groaned as his thumb worked her clit again and her hips instantly began to thrust against his hands ministration.  Adam rolled up and pressed her body back into a lying down position.  His legs straddled one of hers as his free hand reached up to her free breast and began to grope it, pinching and pulling at the nipples.

 

Her leg came up between his and he felt it pressing softly at his scrotum as her hand continued to stroke his shaft; but without the suction of her lips, Adam suddenly felt that he would be able to last much longer than earlier.  Malaka tightened both of her legs together around his own thigh.  He could feel the heat of her sex rising and falling along his leg as she pulled it to press tighter into his hand that was now trapped against and inside her pussy.

 

Adam continued the flickering of his fingers as his teeth bit down hard and he pulled with them, all the while his tongue flicked on the hard nipple that was trapped between them.  Malaka grunted more and thrust her hips faster and harder against his hand.  He worried that she would break his hand and possibly his thigh bone if she didn’t cum soon.

 

He knew he got his wish and her orgasm struck her when Malaka let out a wailing scream of ecstasy and her entire body arched and held its position while she arched her back up off the bed in a damn near perfect curve.  Adam held himself perfectly still, as well, letting her ride out the orgasm on her own so as not to push her too much further.

 

Slowly, Malaka’s hips sank back to the bedding and her eyes opened only half way, staring at Adam’s eyes with something that made him feel a little shocked to see.  Though her eyes smoldered with lustful hunger for much more sex, they glistened with deeply devoted love.  He could feel it deep inside himself, knowing that he was right.

 

“I am yours, my warrior,” she whispered huskily.  “You have bested me on my own battlefield, proving your right to claim me as your own and keep me by your side in every battle that you are ever in.”

 

She held her arms out to him and Adam pulled his fingers from her sex and placed both of them beside her.  He lowered himself atop her body, feeling her legs slide up and over the back of his own.  Her arms wrapped softly around his shoulders as his face neared hers.  When his mouth touched her, a jolt of electricity passed between them and he felt her lustful hunger fill his body with its power.

 

Hardly having to move his hips, the tip of Adam’s cock was first kissed and then sucked deep into Malaka’ pink folds.  Her heat wrapped around his hard shaft as he let his own lust jerk his hips forward quickly.  In an instant, her tight hot walls compressed around his bulbous head, the sensation nearly mind blowing and her legs tightened around his upper thighs.

 

Their mouths hungrily devoured each others lips as their tongues battled for dominance between and inside each others oral crevices.  Malaka would suck every now and then on his tongue, easily pulling his wet muscle into her playground.  She occasionally gave into his needs and probed her long sinuous muscle into his mouth, coiling it several times around his own.

 

The kiss was melting his heart, just as her pussy had started melting his mind.  Adam’s hips slowly rose up; Malaka’s legs allowing him only so much give, before she would tighten her strong thighs and calves and shove him back in to the base.  Each deep penetration, he felt her twitch around his cock, the sensation beyond arousing around the sensitive head.  As his hips would pull back again, he could feel the suction of the air tight tunnel he was leaving behind trying to suck him back into the vacuum he was leaving behind.

 

Adam tried to set a slow and steady pace, wanting this first time with Malaka to last for hours, not minutes; but it was not meant to bed.  The fifth time he started to pull out, the suction and quivery heated velvet walls was too much and Adam moaned with guttural abandon as he shoved his cock all the way to her cervix.  He felt his balls contract and release his seed deep into the demonic woman beneath him; but he no longer cared of her unnatural state.

 

Malaka cooed beneath him and her arms and legs tightened in a grip of his body unlike anything he’d ever felt from a woman before.  She showed her strength as her body shook beneath his as she orgasmed along with him.  Her pussy pulsed nonstop around the shaft, and it felt like his dick was truly being sucked on by a gulping throat, just like the one that was at this very moment trying to suck his tongue down into it.

 

When the orgasm finally rode its course, Adam felt ashamed he had not lasted longer with his new lover, and he broke off the kiss and looked sadly into her eyes.  She still bore the sight of devoted love and unadulterated hunger; but he could see that she was smiling happily up at him.

 

“I am healed with your love, my partner,” she spoke softly.  “I want more, and I know you do as well; but only if you allow it can I help to make that happen.”

 

“I can not continue,” he whispered, the sadness of his early release in his voice.

 

“Yes, you can; but you must accept my gift to grant you the stamina to play a full day with me,” she replied.

 

Adam suddenly noticed that the tent was much lighter than earlier and saw that sun light was pushing against the material and making the room brighter than he expected it would be.  He then stared into the deep dark eyes of his lover and smiled at her.

 

“I will accept anything you offer me, my love.”

 

“Drink from me, and be my healer and lover this day, then,” she cooed.  One of her hands slid up the back of his head, playing with his hair before she pressed upon it.  She guided his lips to her breast, where he saw a white liquid seeping out of the teat.  With no hesitation, he latched on and suckled from her with abandon.

 

The flavor was unknown to him; but it exploded on his tongue and sent his mind in a whirlwind.  As soon as the first drop slid past his throat and into his stomach, Adam felt a great hunger and sucked harder and faster upon it.  Malaka moaned at the sensations when his tongue would push and flick against the hard nub of her nipple.

 

Adam was so caught up with drinking this delicious treat, he did not know when his dick grew long and hard inside Malaka’s sex and his hips had started thrusting on their own.  He only noticed it when his orgasm neared and he left her tit to go back to tasting her lips and grunt into her mouth while he pushed himself and her to another orgasm.

 

 

 

Adam and Malaka walked up the steps of the brothel that night as the front door opened.  Standing in the doorway, Jason looked upon the glowing couple and smiled.  A sound from behind caused the two to turn around and they found they were looking at Maradith standing on the porch with her long flowing cape folded around her body.

 

“So, I see you healed my succubus and brought her safe and sound back to me,” Jason said, but his features gave away he was only joking with his words.

 

“Don’t kid them, Jason,” Maradith said, her voice still dripping with sexual energy, arousing Adam’s cock again.  Maradith looked down at the rising bulge in his pants and quickly put her hand over her mouth and looked at him apologetically.

 

“No fear, Lady Maradith,” Adam said.  “I will need to get used to that effect if I’m to walk and battle side by side a succubus.  Won’t I, dear?”

 

“I’d prefer you just let it effect you so that I can settle your desires, my warrior,” Malaka answered, her own voice oozing with lustful hunger.  Adam felt his cock reach full erectness and twitch at the thought of being in the many positions that he and his lover had been in earlier that day.

 

“Then go in peace, Malaka and Adam,” Jason said, holding the door wide as Maradith walked around the couple and into the building.

 

“And return to us when your journey’s come to an end,” Maradith added.  Both couples gave a short quick bow toward the other and the warriors turned and stepped off the porch as the door behind them closed.  At the end of the drive into the parking lot, Adam and Malaka disappeared like smoke on the breeze, headed off to more exciting adventures, and arousing times.

 

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