A YOUNG SUCCUBUS NAMED DELICIA by Michel Poulin - HTML preview

CHAPTER 31 - A GOAL IN LIFE

07:36 (California Time)

Sunday, September 23, 1973

Peter Horowitz’ apartment

Westwood District, Los Angeles

California, U.S.A.

‘’YES! YES! KEEP IT UP, PETER!’’

‘’I’M…TRYING!’’

Patricia quickly slipped one hand under herself and pinched the base of Peter’s penis in order to prevent him from ejaculating too quickly and then becoming limp. With Patricia bumping up and down on top of him at a frenetic rate, her big, firm breasts flapping around, Peter thought that his heart was going to give up soon. Patricia, finally attaining orgasm half a minute later, then released her hold on his penis, allowing him to explode inside her with a loud groan of pleasure. With Patricia, still mounting him, lying down over him and with her perfect breasts in his hands, Peter Horowitz did his best to catch his breath and slow down his heartbeat.

‘’G…God, that was fantastic sex, Patricia! I hope that I was up to your expectations.’’

Patricia smiled at that and kissed him on the lips before replying.

‘’You were plenty good, my dear Peter. Let me just enjoy this position for another minute or two while you play with my tits. Maybe you will get another hard-on.’’

‘’For a third time in a row? You want my death, Patricia?’’ said Peter, still panting. ‘’You are truly insatiable when it comes to sex.’’

‘’Hey, it’s in my nature!’’ replied in a malicious tone Patricia. She finally got off Peter a minute later and left the bed, to go wash her groin in the small bathroom of his modest furnished apartment, situated within sight of the UCLA campus. On his part, Peter stayed in bed, up on one elbow and watching with a content smile the naked Patricia inside the bathroom.

‘’You must be the best thing that ever happened to me, Patricia. I wish that I could be with you for the rest of my life.’’

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Patricia raised an amused eyebrow at those words.

‘’Is that a proposition or just a wish? You must know by now that I am not exactly the marrying type: I like too much to run around and have fun, like the bad girl I am.’’

‘’Oh, you are a bad girl alright, especially if one listens to the stories about you around the campus. You have built quite a reputation during your first year at the UCLA. You should be careful not to give an excuse to the Dean to discipline you or even expel you from the university.’’

Her smile faded somewhat then and she looked soberly at the fit and handsome 23-year-old Vietnam War veteran and mechanical engineering student.

‘’Don’t worry about that, Peter: I have ways to prevent that from happening. Besides, I really want to complete my studies in photography and film and get my Bachelor of Arts degree.’’

‘’And what kind of job do you intend to try to get once you have your diploma, Patricia?’’

‘’I don’t know yet, to be frank. I haven’t really thought about that. I would probably go work for a newspaper or a magazine at first, or I could open a private photography studio of my own inside my house.’’

‘’What about becoming a war photographer? That would be a challenging, exciting job, and I know that you love challenges.’’

‘’Me, a war photographer? You think so?’’

‘’Why not? You are an energetic, athletic and strong girl, you speak a number of languages and you like action and adventure. It would also give you an opportunity to take pictures which would show to all the evil that men can do.’’

‘’…To show the evil that men can do…’’ said dreamily Patricia, struck by those words. ‘’I like that idea! Thanks, Peter: I will seriously think about that.’’

After washing off the sperm and vaginal fluid from her groin and inner legs, Patricia came back towards the bed, where Peter was still lazily lying, a wet face-cloth in one hand and a mischievous smile on her lips.

‘’Time to clean you up, boy.’’

Throwing the bed sheets away, she knelt on the bed and grabbed with one hand Peter’s penis, which had grown back some stiffness in while he watched her in the bathroom. Pulling back the foreskin, she then started rubbing the tip of his penis with her wet face-cloth in a slow, expert pattern. Peter stiffened and opened his mouth as more

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sensations radiated from his penis, while he developed a full erection. Seeing that, Patricia threw away her face-cloth and mounted him again, impaling herself on his big, throbbing penis. She grinned to him as she started grinding back and forth over him.

‘’Do you mind if I have a last serving before leaving?’’

‘’Not at all, Patricia.’’ replied Peter, his hands going to her big tits to caress their large, puffy nipples. This time, it took all of his stamina to keep it up until she came with a long moan of contentment. Patricia then got up from him and took his hand to pull him up and out of the bed.

‘’I think that a face-cloth won’t do now: let’s take a good shower…together.’’

‘’O God!’’ said Peter at that, his heart still beating furiously. She gave her a funny look in response while gently chiding him.

‘’Don’t invoke Him, Peter: he is such a stiff ass about casual sex. No wonder that the Celestial Plane is such a boring place.’’

‘’Uh? What do you mean?’’

‘’Forget it: just an attempt at a joke.’’ replied Patricia, kicking herself mentally for talking too much. She then pulled him towards the bathroom, where they both stepped inside the bathtub and pulled closed the curtain before turning on the water.

Forty minutes later, Patricia left Peter’s apartment after a last kiss and went down to her car, a fiery red 1972 Pontiac Firebird Trans-Am parked in front of Peter’s apartment block. Putting her overnight bag on the passenger’s seat, she drove off and headed towards the nearby West Hollywood District, where she turned into the entrance of a walled mansion after a few minutes of driving. Stopping in front of the iron gate, she got out of her car and pushed the button of the intercom box fixed on the brick wall, next to the gate. A male voice answered her after twenty seconds.

‘’Yes? Who is it?’’

‘’It’s me, Patricia!’’

‘’Hello Patricia! Come in!’’

A buzz then told her that Harold McMasters was remotely unlocking the gate’s lock. Pushing open the iron gate, she went back inside her car and made it roll inside the property, then got out again to close back the gate. Rolling for another thirty meters, she finally parked her sports car in front of the steps of the main entrance of McMasters’ European-style, two-story brick mansion. The master magician was waiting for her at

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the door, wearing an embroidered robe over silk pajamas and a pair of leather and wool slippers. Patricia smiled on seeing the relaxed dress of her host.

‘’You are not dressed in your customary tweed suit this morning, Harry?’’

‘’Can’t a man take it easy from time to time? So, ready for your weekly teaching session on the magical arts?’’

‘’I sure am! What are we going to look at today?’’

‘’We will be working on your resistance to hostile spells. You…’’ The magician then stopped speaking, while his eyes stared with disbelief at a gold ring covered with cabalistic symbols, which she was wearing on her left middle finger.

‘’Holy shit! What do you have there? Its magical aura is shining brighter than any other magical item I have seen before in my life.’’

Patricia raised her left hand and put it forward, so that McMasters could detail it better, then spoke in a sober tone.

‘’Because it is probably the most powerful magical artifact one will find now in California, or around the World. It is a Greater Ring of Infernal Protection and I was given it as a gift by no other than the great Lucifer himself. He visited me at my house last Monday, along with my mother, Lilith.’’

‘’Lucifer visited you, with Lilith?’’ Could only say the stunned magician, making Patricia nod slowly once.

‘’He did! He came to tell me that I am now welcome again in Hell and that he made an edict forbidding other Demons from trying to kill me. It seems that my uncovering of all these hypocrites I unmasked publicly during the last few months endeared me to him, especially in the case of those pedophile priests whom I denounced. My mother, Lilith, is now one of his concubines and he brought her with him so that I could finally see her after all these decades I have spent in exile on Earth. Lucifer also invited me to return to Hell, saying that I have a very high magical potential which he could use there, but I politely declined: I grew to appreciate this life on the Material Plane and the many friends I have here in Los Angeles. I probably could enjoy a status of power in Hell, but you don’t find true friends there…ever!’’

‘’Wow! And may I ask what Lucifer looked like?’’

‘’Like a dignified, impeccably dressed gentleman with polite manners. You probably would feel at ease with him, Harry, as long as he doesn’t consider you a threat or an obstacle. There are so many lies and misconceptions circulating about him, most of them originating from the Christian Church. Yes, he rules Hell with an iron fist, but he

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basically represents the essence of Human nature, with its emotions, its desires and its flaws. What the Humans call Heaven, the Celestial Plane, is actually a denial of that true Human essence, the refuge of those who blindly obey God and refuse to accept the Human nature as it is. You would probably find that place boring as Hell, if you will excuse the pun. Hell, or the Abyss if you prefer, is a lot more fun…if you are a punisher instead of a punished.’’

‘’What about Purgatory?’’

‘’Purgatory? It doesn’t exist, actually. Those souls who would be refused by those stiff-ass hypocrites in Heaven but are not dark enough to deserve punishment simply spend time in the higher, more lenient levels of the Abyss, until they can be sorted out. Contrary to God and his minions, Lucifer can make the difference between a fun-loving so-called sinner and a truly dark soul. Take me, for example. As a Succubus, a Demon of seduction, I supposedly represent carnal sin itself, according to the Church. Yet, I simply enjoy sex and make others enjoy it as well, shedding aside all those hypocritical judgments about sex out of marriage. I have good friends like you, friends who are decent, honorable people, and I proved that I can care for others. Contrast that with those pedophile priests I unmasked, or with that obtuse, intolerant Avenging Angel who killed poor Jodie Brown recently, simply because she was afflicted with lycanthropy through no fault of her own. I got nearly killed while trying to protect her and would have died if not for the timely intervention of John Hideyoshi. Personally, I would consider John rather than that murderous angel as the true definition of ‘good’.’’ McMasters was silent for a moment as he remembered the young black teenager, cursed as a wererat, killed just outside the ‘Friends Corner Bar’ by an angel on the trail of Patricia. He finally looked back at Patricia, his expression sober.

‘’Well, I am sure that he won’t be the last being to try to kill you. You thus need more than ever to improve and advance your magical skills as much as possible. Come, my friend, let’s go to my secret laboratory.’’