So recently I posted something called DATE NIGHT. And it was wonderfully Voiced by Lady crocodile - /u/crocodilegrasp . And Lady zhellim, /u/zhellim , wondered what else might have happened to Succu-Kat in her time. And I mentioned the time she met Leonardo da Vinci - but that I couldn't really say what happened because, um, I hadn't written it yet (blush). But my mind wandered, and my fingers got to itching. So here it is. If it amuses, it is for any to use as they will. If it is flawed, the faults are mine. And as to erotic - I cannot say. That's for the reader :-). But I give you - DATE NIGHT -1.
Over to y'all...
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DATE NIGHT -1
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Jendrazani! Damn girl, you lookin’ good! I really like those tits on you. They look good enough to eat! And from those bite marks, someone agrees with me. So you scored another contract, huh? Great! Then be a dear. Get me one in? I’m a little short on… oh, the usual. A gallon of the micro-brew. I’m not drinking any of that carbonated piss he’s got from the flash pumps. And I really mean piss – the barman showed me where the pumps went one time he was trying for a freebie. I told him, you’re already damned, boy. Ain’t a Succubus in the place going to be interested. Fuck, that tastes good. Thanks, Jen. What? The wings? Yeah, sorry babe. I haven’t had time to change. I just got back from… well, it’s kind of embarrassing. Yeah, I know I can tell you. But don’t let the boss hear, huh?
It was that fucking Leonardo again. Yeah, Leonardo I’ve-got-a-bigger-screw-than-you-have da Vinci. Fucking flying machines. I’ll give him fucking flying machines, I will. Or I would. Bloody can’t. The bastard… but I’m getting ahead of myself. Yeah, I know. I do that a lot.
So anyway. There I was, undressed-up and waiting for somewhere to go. I had me a new pair of tits I’d made special. You should have seen the nipples on those suckers. Heh. Nipples. Suckers. Get it? Bloody Hell, Jen. Can’t you give a demon a break? Laugh already! Oh, never mind. Anyway, I’m on a bearskin, practicing some serious moaning, when I get the call. So I tell Mr Polar to get back to his Mrs, and I open up a portal. Well, fuck. I’ve seen me some pentacles in my time, but this thing, it’s a work of fucking art. The Sigil of Baphomet isn’t just the right way up, it’s got, like, fucking gilding! And the blood! No piss-ant animal juice there. That stuff was fresh from supply, and it’s smokin’! I mean, like, actually smokin’! For a minute I thought I’d got a crossed wire, got pulled into some boogie-night special at Guaricana’s place. But I hadn’t. I still don’t know how the bastard did it, but it was his own blood, and it was all smoke and no mirrors. What do you mean, what bastard? Leo-fucking-nardo, of course! He’s sat there in a corner, and he’s, like, not even looking at me! I mean, he’s summoned his actual demon of sexual depravity, and I’m there to do his carnal bidding before I drag him off to Hell, and what’s he doing? He’s playing with his fucking clock! No, not his cock, his fucking clock!
So anyway. It’s, like, a job. And they’re pretty much all the same. So I push out my brand new tits, and I say ‘Oy, get your ass over here and fuck me, big boy.’ And he doesn’t even bother looking up! He just keeps playing with his fucking clock, and he says ‘nothing strengthens authority so much as silence.’ Silence! Me! Like I ever say a single fucking word I don’t fucking have to! So I say don’t you tell me to shut up, whoever you fucking are, because, like, I don’t know who he is yet, I say just get your fucking cock over here and let’s party. And he still doesn’t look up, and he says ‘where there is shouting, there is no true knowledge.’ And I figure it’s a pretty good bet I just got insulted, even if I don’t really get how, so I think fuck this for a game of soldiers, and I walk out of the circle. Or I would have done. I mean, he’s called a Succubus, so he pretty much doesn’t qualify for the whole ‘innocence’ thing anymore, right? So there’s me, all tits, cunt and the great I am, and what happens? I smash my fucking nose on the circle’s protecting walls! I can’t get out of the fucking circle! And that’s, like, totally cheating, right? So I guess I sort of yelp, because, like, my nose is fucking streaming blood from the Wall of I’m-fucking-Cheating Protection. And the bastard deigns to final stop playing with his clock, and he stands up, and he comes over. And he says ‘Greetings, oh Succubus from Hell. Leonardo da Vinci, at your service. Although, of course, technically he knows damn well I’m at his service, not him at mine.
So anyway. I tell him I’m there to give him all the joys of carnal pleasure, in exchange for one little signature on one teeny contract. And what does the bastard do? He laughs! He fucking laughs! He says how he only drew the pentacle to see if it worked, ‘cos he’s, like, an engineer and an artist, and since he never had any intention to use me, he still gets to wear the innocent badge, and that’s why I’m still trapped behind the circle. And he does this kind of grin thing, and he says ‘who sows virtue reaps honour’, and he says do I mind if he gets back to playing with his clock?
So I figure, what the fuck, and I figure he may be a smart-ass, but he’s still a guy, so he’s got to be some kind of easy mark. And I tell him how, like, yeah, he’s got me, and he’s obviously smarter than me, ‘cos, like, you know how guys are saps for that sort of crap. And I say even if he’s going to keep his immortal soul, and, like, be all pure and stuff, it would be, like, a bitch to waste the night, and surely there’s something he wants, even if it’s not me, that I can help him with? And he says, like, ‘iron rusts from disuse, water loses its purity from stagnation… even so does inaction sap the vigour of the mind.’ And I notice how his hand is, like, absently stroking his cock. So I think, girl, the night isn’t screwed yet, even if it’s pretty clear I’m not getting any. Because my boy Leonardo, he’s got a hankerin’, and I figure he’s got someone in mind. And I bet the little bastard doesn’t know I get him even if he doesn’t fuck me, so long as I help him get to fuck someone. So I say hey, Leo. I guess it’s been a while, huh? And he sort of blushes, and he says how a guy can get kind of distracted, what with his clock and his mighty organ. And I figure the conversation’s getting interesting, until he shows me this 33 barrel cannon thing which is what he says he’s talking about. So I try not to kick his ass, especially since I can’t because of the whole Walls of Purity thing, and I say I bet there’s someone he wouldn’t mind showing his mighty organ to, and he blushes again, and he says it’s not, like, someone, it’s, like, someones. And I think Jackpot! And I say who? And he says, like, there’s these two sisters. And I think Double Jackpot!
So I ask him why a stud like him is still so not-getting-any with two sisters around? And he says ‘because they don’t want to fucking know.’ None of his courtly crap any more, and I know I’m in. And I say, like, maybe I can help, and he says how? And I say if he can get the girls in while I’m around, he’d be amazed at how quick they got real friendly. And he tells me, like, that won’t work because they’d know I was there. So I say I could hide, but it would have to be some place I could see what was going on. And he says that might work, and he has an idea – and he goes and does it. He sets up his stuff, and he only fucking paints me! Like, not the me-girl I’m wearing to try to tempt him, but the me-Kateralziban I am underneath, like he can see me! And I should have smelled a rat right then, and run, or at least dematerialized, but I’m still focused on getting the contract, so I don’t.
Anyway, the bastard paints me, and I have to say he’s pretty damn good. He paints me, and when he’s done he washes it all over with some white paint stuff, and he paints over it. And this time, he paints, like, some girl. And she’s got this dumb smile, and she’s got her arms folded, but I can see her eyes line up with where mine were when he painted them underneath. And he looks at it, and he says it’s a piece of shit really, and he’d never make a anything with it at the market – but what did I think? And I said what do you mean, and he says, could I, like, hide in the painting? And I’d have to promise not to come out, and promise not to take his soul, but if I could help him get the two sisters, I might enjoy it. And I grin inside, and I know I’ve got him, so I say sure, like, I promise. Cross my hearts and hope to, well, not die, ‘cos I’m a demon, but… and he says never mind, and he breaks the fucking circle, and I go into the painting. ‘Cos this bastard’s all mine, but first he has to get his.
Anyway, Leo, he goes out, and he comes back, and there’s these two girls with him. And I have to say, he’s got good taste, because they’re not just cute, they’re twins. And I feel like there’s something familiar about them, but I can’t place it, and anyway, what’s two gorgeous chicks to a Succubus? And I reach out to them , and they must be virgin, because they’ve got, like, a barrier round them, but I’m a demon from Hell after all. So I work on them, and they start to weaken. And soon enough, one of the twins, she’s brushing her breast over Leo’s arm. And the other twin, she’s leaning down to look at stuff, and making damn sure Leo has lots of stuff to look at down her cleavage. And my eyes in the painting are following them all round the room, and I’m winding my power round them, and eventually one of the sisters leans over a table to look at something, and she’s got the sweetest ass there is, short of mine anyway, and it’s all lifted up and ready, and I see Leo look at me, and I spin some power on his arm, and his hand lifts up and settles on that sweet ass. And the sister doesn’t yelp, and she doesn’t scream, because I’ve got her tight, and she just keeps on looking at what’s on the table. And I lift Leo’s hand, and I drop it, and he gives the sister a hard smack on her hiney. And she yelps then, sure enough, but it isn’t any angry kind of yelp, because I’ve got her, and she looks up at Leo over her shoulder, and she says ‘thank you, kind sir. Please spank me again?’ And I wink at Leo, and I grab his hand, and I help him pull up the sister’s skirts, and he pulls them up, and he pulls them to her waist, and the little minx isn’t wearing anything underneath. Of course, she was, but I figured I’d save some time, and I dematerialised them. And the sister spreads her legs under that sweet little ass, and she spreads them wide, and she lifts her ass up, and she looks back at Leo, and she says it again. ‘Please, Sir? Please spank me again?’ And I don’t have to control Leo’s hand, because he doesn’t need any second asking, and he’s spanking that sweet ass, and she’s yelping, the sister, but she isn’t trying to get away, and I can see Leo’s cock isn’t unhappy about what’s happening at all. And the other sister? She’s leaning on a bookcase, and she’s got her own skirts up, and her own legs open, and she’s fingering her cunt while she watches Leo spank her twin sister’s ass, and watching his cock get hard. And after a while, because she’s under my power as well, she says ‘Oh, kind sir. It is not fit, surely, that a sister gets what my sister is getting, and does not share? Nor is it fit that we do not repay such kindness?’ And she leans over the table as well, facing her sister, and she lifts up her skirts, and I’ve taken away her pants as well, and her ass is just as sweet, and she waits for the treatment her sister is getting. And Leo, he’s only too keen to oblige, and he gets behind her, and he begins to spank her ass hard. And the sisters, they’re facing each other over the table, and they’re close, and I figure what the hell, so I make one sister put her tongue out and begin to lick the other sister’s lips. And she licks her sister’s lips, and she starts to push her tongue into her sister’s mouth, and her sister ain't saying no. And soon they’re kissing each other like they’ve been doing it all their lives, and Leo’s moving from one to the other, and spanking those sweet asses, and the sisters yelp into each other’s mouths, but they don’t stop kissing. And one sister, she reaches over the table, and she takes hold of her sister’s tit, and she pulls it out of her dress, and she starts to play with the nipple. And she starts to pinch it, and twist it, and roll it, and it’s getting hard in her fingers. And that’s kind of strange, because I didn’t make her do that. But neither girl seems upset about what’s going on, and soon the other sister has a sister-tit out, and is making a sister-nipple hard.
And Leo's cock, it’s really hard now, and he’s taken it out, and he’s standing at the table with his cock between the two sisters’ heads. And he slides his cock between their faces, and he starts to thrust it across their two mouths. And those sisters, they don’t need no second asking. They’re licking that cock as it slides between them, and they’re sucking it, and they’re mumbling, like they’re singing to it. And I figure it’s close, I figure my contract is as good as signed – when it happens. Because those two sisters, they stand up, and they are fucking singing, and it ain’t no fucking song, it’s a fucking spell! And they pull Athames out of their belts, and they point them at me, and I can feel the fucking Binding locking me into the fucking painting! And when they’re done, the sisters laugh at me, and they tell me how I took their father once, and he might have been a horny bastard, but he was their horny bastard, thank you very much, and this was what I got for being a bitch! And they turn to Leo, and they say how, like, vengeance belongs to the boys upstairs, but they’d sub-contracted this one down, and now just like they’d agreed, Leo was safe from Hell for the rest of his life.
And as if all that wasn't bad enough, it turns out that fucking painting Leo did wasn’t quite such a piece of worthless shirt after all, or maybe the sisters put a hex on it, because it got real valuable, and it didn’t rot in some cellar like I’d hoped, so I could get out. It got kept real secure, and real protected, and it took me near four hundred fucking years before I could persuade some half-assed idiot to cut the fucking thing out of its frame and let me out!
So that’s pretty much it, Jen. Story of my day. Well, my last four hundred fucking years, anyway. Four huindred years without a fucking drink. Boy, I needed… oh, fuck. There it goes. The fucking pentacle alarm. Oh boy. This one’s a doozy. Look – he’s got the Sigil of Baphomet upside fucking down! Why do they do that? And he’s used fucking goat’s blood! The boss is going to have a fit!
Ah, well. Pentacle time. No time to change. Bye, Jen – gottta run!