Nectar Of The Succubus

Previous Chapters:

A truck driver had an unfortunate encounter with the mysterious Lilith. She killed three men the year before while Greg was dealing with the hag. Now she is back with a vengeance and Wolf Bend Chief Greg Harsen is called to the scene by FBI Agent David Harkins, a man who really dislikes him. What Greg finds awakens him to the realization that more bad things are coming for him and his little town. Further, Harkins managed to wrangle him into Task Force Ash, which was created to capture the killer.

A county wide call-out for a jail riot interrupted the hunt for Lilith. At the riot, Greg finds out that Jenny's violent ex-husband, Lenny Benslow, has escaped from the jail. They race to his cabin, but Greg's beloved wife had been taken. Through good investigation techniques, they may have found the bad guys' hideout. A shootout ensues, with Jesse getting shot while they rescue Jenny. When Greg went after Lenny to finish him, Sheriff Watson convinced him to take the felon back into custody. Batty Betty Benslow was taken into custody for assisting with Lenny's escape.

Greg thought he was in for a rest, but another Lilith victim, 'Satin Shorts' had been found revealing new clues. Then Greg and Jesse found Lilith's lair, getting closer to the killer. Then Greg had a meeting in the alley with Lilith where he barely escaped with his life. At the same time, the taskforce has been getting nowhere. Finally, Lilith revealed herself as Officer Katie Kelsey when she killed FBI Agent Kenneth Lee. An unaware Greg walked into her trap.

Jesse and Jenny race to Greg's aid, but they too end up captured. Greg's chances of survival are dwindling . . . 

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Was that gunshots? Or just my wishful imagination? Greg continued to scan the room. His discarded gun seemed a million miles away. There’s nothing I can use. Then he saw her. Lilith was sitting on the edge of the skylight staring at him, her now monolithic stone-looking face lending her to the appearance of a gargoyle. 

She was squating, with her breast hanging forward and her womanhood exposed. She extended her arm, and tossed a black object to the ground near Greg. He stared at it for a minute before he realized it was a black Smith and Wesson Shield, the slide locked back, showing that it was empty. It was the same gun he’d given Jenny. Oh, no.

“Where is she?” He wrenched at his chains again. 

“I underestimated you. Your willpower is stronger than I expected.” Her face was wrenched up in contemplation. “Still, it’s only a matter of time.”

“Where is she?”

“Give me what I want and she lives. I promise it on the One who created us both. Make love to me and she walks away, free.” Her gaze was fevered, insistent, needy. 

“I won’t submit to you, spawn of hell. I love Jenny.” Greg matched her glare. “She’s the only one I want.”

“Oh, is that so?” The woman jumped off the ledge, her wings gliding her to the floor, then folded up behind her. Her chest was heaving as she panted with lust. “Jenny’s the only woman you’ll submit to?”

“Yes. She has my heart.” I've seen up close and personal what you do to hearts. 

“Well then. I’ll send her in.” The succubus turned and walked over to the opened door. Before exiting, Lilith looked back at him over her shoulder. “Don’t go anywhere, handsome.”

Now what the hell’s this harpy from hell up to?

A few minutes later, to his incredible shock, Jenny entered the room. She was dirty, naked, and her face was screwed up in terror. When she saw Greg, she let out a gasp and ran to him. “What’s going on? Who’s that woman?”

“How did you get here, Jenny? I don’t understand.” 

His wife reached him and hugged him, then started pulling on the chains, to no avail. “Jesse and I came for you. She trapped us. Then she clawed Jesse. It killed him. She returned and tied me up in the other room.”

“Oh baby, I’m so sorry about Jesse.” I’m going to kill Lilith. 

“We can’t worry about that now. We have to get out of here.” Jenny looked frantic. “What do we do?”

Greg was confused as to their next move. Maybe I should tell her to run? No, she’ll never make it. “Look around for a key, or maybe a crowbar. Something we can pry with.”

Jenny searched for several minutes, but found nothing. When she found his H&K .40, she discovered that the bullets were gone. Finally, she came over and sat on the bench beside Greg and started to cry. “We’re going to die, aren’t we?” 

He was barely able to reach her wet face, taking her cheeks into his hands. “It’s not looking good, but at least we’re together.”

She turned and straddled him, hugging her husband tight. Then she planted a tender kiss on his lips. It was intoxicating. Her hands found his ‘maleness’ as they kissed each other. We . . .really should be . . .escaping. . . why am I so confused? 

“Tell me that you want me, Gregory.” 

“You can feel how badly I do.” Greg grabbed the small woman by her butt cheeks and pulled her to him. 

“I need to hear it, Gregory.” Her kisses went from passionate to aggressive.  

I need her. We’ll make love, then we’ll figure . . .

“Tell me how badly you want me, Gregory.” She was breathing heavily now as she guided him to her womanhood. 

Greg was going to take her now, shoving his face into her beautiful shiny black hair. He took a deep breath, sucking in the strong aroma of lilac. Wait . . .

“Say it, Gregory.” She held him back with her hands on his abdomen. 

“Wait.” Lilac?

“Gregory. If you want me you need to say it.”

Lilacs . . . no . . . should be strawberries. It’s all wrong. Greg whispered, “Are you my turtle?”

“Your what? Turtle?” the woman moaned. 

He shoved her hard, sending the panting female to the floor. “You’re not my turtle.”

“Eeeesh!” The fake Jenny hissed at him, her face transforming back into the statuesque facade of the real succubus. “I was sure I had you when I called you Gregory, just like she always did.”

“You failed.” He shook his head, clearing it.  

The creature rushed forward and grabbed Greg’s face, wrenching his mouth open with her strong clawed fingers. She put her lips on his and spit a steady stream of warm honey-like liquid into his mouth. When she released, he choked and gagged as some of it went down his throat. 

“I’ll have that big phallus of yours. You can’t fight me off forever. Especially now that you’ve had my nectar.” With that, she took flight again, launching through the skylight with a long, loud, angry screech. Greg didn’t hear it. Whatever foul concoction she gave him had knocked him out.