Eros
Contents - [Chapter 1|Chapter 2|Chapter 3]
Teleportation is a tricky business. It involves getting from point A to point Z without seeming to bother going through all the other letters of the alphabet. Whether this is by deconstructing someone or something into energy and then sending that at the speed of light from point A to point Z, where it is subsequently reconstructed exactly the way it was before deconstructing; or creating a wormhole that has very little apparent length and gets you from point A to point Z by taking a shortcut through space-time (or possibly by numbers — there aren't any numbers in the alphabet between A and Z); teleportation is not something that's easy to do.
It gets even more fun when you use magic to teleport yourself. You need to set things up, magically, so that you will dematerialize completely at point A, zip along to point Z, and then rematerialize perfectly, without any input from yourself along the way, since that would be like trying to open a box with a crowbar that is inside said box. And then there's the whole problem of where you're going, expecially if you're traveling through dimensions, say, when point A is somewhere in the Netherworld and point Z is a man's bedroom on Earth.
Camilla didn't know any of this. She just thought about where she wanted to go, closed her eyes, saw a green light through her closed eyelids, and when she opened them, there she was.
Right away, you get the idea that Camilla wasn't human. A further hint was the fact that she had large batlike wings on her back, a smaller pair sticking out of her long red hair, and a long demonic tail with a spaded tip. The giveaway was that, every night, she left the Netherworld for Earth, invaded mens' dreams (and sometimes even womens' dreams), had sex with them in their sleep, and went back to the Netherworld with the air of someone who's just had a really satisfying meal. Camilla, in short, was a succubus.
"How do you do it?" grumbled Vassanego, a demon who was old and scholarly and therefore beneath the notice of every single succubus in the Netherworld. Since succubi had no use for money, they didn't have much in the way of housing options, and Vassanego let Camilla and a few other succubi live in his house on the basis that it couldn't hurt to try.
"Do what?" asked Camilla sweetly as she adjusted the shoulder of her red latex bodysuit. (It wasn't real, of course — she'd just magically created it. It also came to an abrupt stop right below her shoulders; she wouldn't have been much of a succubus if she didn't bare at least that much.)
"Teleport like that!" said Vassanego. "Half the races in the Netherworld have schollars tearing their hair out and ripping their horns off trying to figure out how the other half does it so easily! I mean ... aren't you worried about doing something wrong?"
Camilla blinked; the thought had never even occurred to her. It would be like getting a heartbeat wrong, or improperly closing your eyes. "Uh, no," she said. "I guess I'm as much in the dark as you are." She shrugged, as if it were of no importance.
"Ha! At least you admit it," grumbled Vassanego. "Most demons your age ..." He stopped. It was hard to judge ages in the Netherworld when everyone had something resembling shapeshifting abilities and, for the most part, didn't reach puberty until their ages were well into the third digit. "Er ... you look like a twenty-five-year-old human. How old are you?"
"I turned two hundred and fourteen last month," said Camilla cheerfully. Succubi weren't considered fully mature until they were seventy-five.
"Fine," said Vassanego. "Could you at least let me do some experiments? Put a tracking spell on you while you go to Earth?"
"Oh, a voyeur, are you?" said Camilla, affecting the most feminine leer possible. "I might have to take you up on that."
Vassanego grumbled. "If I can figure out how you teleport like that, I'll be the most famous demon in the Netherworld!"
Camilla flashed him a cheerful grin that, somehow, managed to convey scorn. "If you figure out how succubi can teleport," she said in a voice that matched, "I'll wake you up with a blowjob every morning for the rest of your life!"
Vassanego glowered. "I'll hold you to that," he said. "Now, are you going to let me put the spell on you, or not?"
They were so busy with it not occurring to them that Camilla might get the teleportation wrong, they never thought about it not occurring to them that Vassanego might get something wrong. Which he did.
With barely any memory of anything between that conversation and now, Camilla lurched. It was the only word that could describe it. Rather than materializing anywhere on Earth, Camilla found herself in what she could later only describe as a wall of frozen solid green flame. She tried to force her way through it, totally disoriented and with no sense of up or down, and the only thing that kept her from screaming in agony was the fact that at the moment, she technically didn't have a body, i.e. mouth and lungs and vocal chords, with which to scream.
With a sound like a glass cathedral shattering, she found her way to a path, so it seemed, of least resistance. She found herself pulled along it, faster and faster, until she felt what was almost the second half of her normal teleport, except more painful. She crashed to the ground with a pained grunt.
She felt weak, and almost paralyzed from lack of energy. She didn't even have enough strength to sustain her clothes, and lay on whatever ground she was on, naked and out of breath, for quite some time.
Ow, she thought eventually.
The full extent of her lack of energy didn't hit her until she unexpectedly heard an intensely masculine voice say, "Hey, Joe, look what I found!" The fact that it was unexpected brought to light the fact that she hadn't sensed the approach of the accompanying intensely masculine body the voice had to belong to.
"Wow! A succubus! Just lyin' out here in the open in broad daylight!" said a second voice — presumably Joe. His voice seemed somehow less masculine, or at least slightly younger and not as deep. "What are the odds of that, eh, Bob?"
"She must've gotten sucked into the Gateway on her way someplace else," said the first voice, which by process of elimination had to be Bob. "What say we take her back to Larry and see what he thinks."
Gateway? wondered Camilla, as she felt herself being lifted up by two sets of arms. She managed to open her eyes, and saw a tall, strong black man holding her up by her legs. She guessed that this was Bob.
"Whoa! Geez, Bob, she weighs hardly anything!" said Joe's voice, right near her ear. "Like she's just a blow-up doll or somethin'!" Her head shifted, and she saw that the hands supporting her shoulders were somewhat pale. This had to be Joe.
"The Gateway must've taken somethin' out of her," said Bob. "I dunno how succubi work. Well ... exceptin' the important way, o'course ..."
Joe snickered in a way that was unquestionably adolescent. The last thing Camilla heard before she drifted completely out of consciousness again was Joe saying, "An' she only looks sixteen, too ..."
Larry looked like the sort of person whose parents had named him Lawrence and now disapproved of his current practices, which included hanging out with people his age who used phrases like "hanging out with." In short, he belonged to the upper class, but he socialized with the middle class, didn't sneer at the lower class, and thought slaves were people.
"Now that's what I call a catch!" he said as the tall black man and the skinny blonde-haired teenager carried the unconscious succubus into the antechamber of his mansion. Technically, Robert and Joseph belonged to him, but he allowed them to carry certificates of ownership instead of making them wear collars, and with the freedom he gave them they might as well have simply been members of the lower class who lived in the mansion.
"We found her lyin' near one of the Gateway dropoffs," said Bob.
Larry grinned. "And you found enough self-control to bring her to me ... let's see ..." He peered between her legs. "... yes, entirely unused?"
Joe said, "We thought you'd want some."
Larry roared with laughter. "You two are great!" he said. "Put 'er on the table so we can get a good look at her ..."
Bob and Joe carefully placed her down on the table, faceup, where Larry looked her over.
"Now, hmm ... she definitely looks like she got a major power drain here," he said. "That happens to some demons sometimes ... she'll probably need some kind of recharge. Fortunately, with succubi, this is easy. You two know about mouth to mouth?"
Both of them gave the nod of someone who had heard the phrase "mouth to mouth" and had a pretty good idea what the intended result was.
Larry grinned. "With succubi, it's ... kinda different." And he kissed her deeply on the lips.
Usually, succubi need actual sex in order to get energy. Fortunately, in this case, foreplay was enough.
Camilla stirred, and let out a quiet groan. The tip of her tail twitched slightly.
"Okay, I'm gonna need your help," said Larry. "Hmm ... Bob, you start fingering her cunt. Let's take her to my bedroom."
"Great idea!" said Joe.
"You bet," said Larry. "Gentlemen, we are going to have ourselves a foursome."
The words "cunt" and "foursome" filtered into Camilla's brain, and it took her a moment before she realized that "bedroom" had been somewhere between them. The feel of fingers inside her sex were almost exactly like the feel of a canteen pressed to the lips of a human who'd been dying of thirst.
Eventually, she was aware of three male bodies that were really close to her. She became even more aware of them when she found that they were nude. Succubi can practically smell nudity. And the fact that there was suddenly a dick very close to her mouth had the same effect as smelling coffee in the early morning.
"Wow," said Joe's voice, which was almost directly above her.
"Just stick it right in," said an unfamiliar voice that was almost directly beneath her. "Ready? Go!
With that, the new person plunged her down, spearing her cunt on his dick. At the same instant, Bob (she guessed) thrust his big black cock directly into her ass, while Joe pressed his own member into her mouth. Camilla moaned loudly at the sensations, and eagerly began licking and suckling, and then purring — which had the effect of her mouth vibrating. She tried to reach forward to grip Joe's waist, but for some reason found that her arms were somehow stuck behind her back. She didn't bother with this too much, though, and just kept on licking.
Joe yelped. "Aaa! Ohshitoshitoshitoshitoshit she's —"
"Really ... good, yeah!" said the man below her between grunts as he thrust Camilla's hips between himself and Bob, who was holding onto one of the bedposts with one hand to keep himself from falling. "What'd you ... expect ... she's ... a succubus ..."
Camilla ignored this and continued doing what the name of her species implied, sucking on Joe's cock with skill brought upon by two hundred fourteen years of experience. It wasn't long before Joe's body jerked, and he moaned out loud as thick wads of cum burst from his cock and into Camilla's waiting mouth. She suckled, swallowing it all except for a few drops which ran down her chin, milking it as she tried to get every last drop out of his cock.
Bob groaned loudly. "J-jesus ... so tight ..." He began thrusting himself harder and faster inside Camilla, who yelped with each thrust. Succubi are as sexually sensitive behind as they are in front, and Camilla was on fire from having what, to a human, would have felt like two pussies getting fucked.
Finally, she couldn't take it anymore, and she cried out as she came, a violent spasm running through her body as her juices squirted out of her sex, and her holes clenched around the two cocks within her. There was a yell from Bob and the man beneath her as they came almost immediately, and cum filled her up from the opposite end that Joe had filled her up with just moments before.
An electric feeling of pleasure ran through Camilla's body, and she felt herself rejuvenated; unfortunately, the sensations were so overwhelming that she slipped back into unconsciousness.
Camilla found that she was now sitting in a chair, wearing a bathrobe. Her hands, she now discovered, were cuffed behind the chair, and they were enchanted ... ah, yes, they were specifically enchanted so that succubi could not do anything about them. She could, however, cover her nude body in a latex bodysuit using her magic, and this she now did.
"Glad to see you're back with us," said the man who had previously been beneath her, and was now standing in front of her.
Camilla looked him over. He had sandy hair and a finely-trimmed goatee, giving the impression that he grew a beard not because he didn't have time, inclination, or means to shave, but because he specifically desired to have a beard. He now wore gaudy robes which had "upper class" written all over it in a language that anyone could understand even if they were illiterate. However, something about his bearing implied he didn't care who he socialized with.
"Hi!" said Camilla cheerfully. She noted that her voice was slightly higher-pitched than she was used to having.
"My name is Lawrence Machiavelli," he said, in a tone of voice of one who would be henceforth known as Larry. He gestured to either side of her. "The two guys who brought you in are Bob Malcom and Joe Miller."
She looked. "Nice ta meetcha," she said. "I'm Camilla. Didja enjoy me?"
Larry burst out laughing. Bob and Joe joined the laughter, in varying degrees of nervousness. "Ha! Yes," he said. "There's like, a hundred thousand worlds out there that we've catalogued, and in all of them," and he grinned at her, "succubi are always succubi. Now, I'm sure you have a few questions —"
"Where the fuck am I?" said Camilla.
Larry nodded with a grin. "Precisely," he said. "And I did not just mean that as in 'precisely the sort of question I meant.' I meant that the fuck is exactly where you are."
"Really?" said Camilla, her head-wings perking up. She did not say: This is precisely why I didn't ask where the hell I was.
"Pretty much," said Larry. "This world is called Eros, with capital city: Lascivia. The age of consent is actually twelve here, although all that matters is you look it. This place ... draws people to it. Wherever you are, whatever you're doing, you find yourself drawn through the Gateway, and the process changes you somehow."
"I looked twenty before I came here," said Camilla thoughtfully, and focused slightly. "Can't seem to change it now, either ..."
Larry shrugged vaguely. "The Gateway must've thought you'd do better looking ... I'd say around sixteen or seventeen," he said. "Anyway ... there's four classes: Aristocrats, Denizens, Workers, and Slaves. Just about everyone who gets here through the Gateway instead of being born here ends up in the last two. Incidentally, Bob and Joe technically belong to me, but they have it better than most free people who aren't Aristocrats." He shrugged. "Hell, living with House Machiavelli, they even have it better than some 'Crats. But anyway ... what else do ya wanna know?"
"Is there any way I get can back?" she asked.
"Well, the Slave Guild is in charge of the Gateway," said Larry. "Even if you did manage to get 'em to let you out of Eros, there's still the whole matter of finding your way back where you started."
"So, that's a no?" said Camilla.
"More like a 'yes, but'," said Larry. "And it's a fricking huge 'but', too. Not as tight as yours, though," he added.
Joe groaned, and Camilla could hear Bob wince. "Gotcha," said Camilla, nodding. "Ah, well. Guess I might as well have some fun while I'm here!"
Larry nodded. "Yeah," he said. "One more thing: avoid contact with House Bartok at all cost, will ya?"
"Yeah?" said Camilla, tilting her head slightly.
"Yeah, they don't care who they get as a slave," said Larry. "And — lemme put it this way — they aren't nice to them."
"Gotcha," said Camilla. "Of course, in my present situation, I prolly don't have to worry that much, huh?"
Larry snickered. "Yeah, about those cuffs ... I knew most succubi here have a counterspell to stuff specifically designed for them, so even with it on you, you could probably dematerialize yourself out of it or teleport out of it or something — ah. See? I was right. Damn, succubi all seem to know how to teleport so well, eh, guys?"
She materialized on the roof, and looked around. It appeared to be a Victorian mansion — as far as she could tell by looking at the roof — and it was in the middle of a large open field. To the northwest (judging by the position of the sun, and assuming that it was after midday and this world rotated the same way Earth did) was a large city, which, if Camilla had to guess, was probably Lascivia. She jumped into the air and vanished, flying invisibly along until she reached the edge of the city, at which point she landed and started walking towards it, visible.
She decided that she certainly didn't have to worry about looking out of place. Creatures of all sorts wandered through the streets, nearly all of them human-shaped and human-sized, and most of them looked as human as ... well, as Camilla herself did. Clothing seemed to be a matter of personal opinion, and there were generic medieval tunics, and a trio of women wearing only blue jeans, and a woman in what was obviously a dominatrix outfit walking down the road, drawing a blushing nude man behind her on a leash. And just about everything that could be considered female was being leered at by everything that could be considered male, including Camilla herself. She enjoyed the attention, and posed now and then as she walked along. Evidently, people knew what succubi were here.
It struck her that though there were obviously people who took up the entire age spectrum, there was no one past puberty who couldn't be accurately described as handsome or beautiful or sexy or just-plain good-looking, or any combination thereof. Apparently, the Gateway either didn't touch people who were ugly, or it changed people who were until they weren't.
Camilla decided that it would probably be a good idea to get a place to stay there. Granted, she could obviously simply get by sleeping in the bed of whoever her latest conquest had been before moving on to the next conquest, but it would be nice to have someplace to call "home" that wasn't in another dimension.
Well, that was easy enough. All she'd need to do was to find someone who looked lonely and had a sexual preference for females, and then ask really nicely if she could live with them. There were no problems there.
She grinned, and walked into the crowd, quickly becoming just another person wandering through the streets.