The succubus, p.1
The Succubus, page 1
Copyright 2013, Fiona Thompson. All rights Reserved
The succubus: A Breeding story of demons and angels
Janet is in college and has the world laid in front of her. That is until one hot night when she makes love with her boyfriend in the back of his pickup truck.
Now she’s knocked up and very pregnant. And all of her friends, family are dead. The demon she slept with wants it’s son and will stop at nothing to get it. But that’s not all. Her son is wanted dead by the angels, the protectors of the world.
They both hunt her to the corners of the globe. Janet runs, not knowing what else to do. And her body craves sex. And when she is down her most recent conquest, it leaves the man soulless. But it’s not her fault. It’s the baby.
Soon though she knows she will need to stop running. Soon the baby will be born. When an angel offers to protect her, marry her and protect both her and her baby, can she believe him? Is it possible someone good and righteous could love her after everything she has done?
Chapter One: Janet’s Curse
I was knocked up by a demon and now I’m on the run for my life.
Well, okay, I didn’t know he was a demon at the time. He was gorgeous, blond hair and blue eyes, and totally hot. I didn’t expect to lose my virginity in the back of some pickup truck, but it was the fourth of July and I was sweltering in the heat.
And it was so good. So intense, just thinking about it makes me tremble.
But I didn’t know he wasn’t human. I didn’t know I was pregnant for three days until my body began to change and I was so sick with morning sickness, I was admitted to the hospital.
My parents were beside themselves with grief, and boy, were they angry at me. I was supposed to become a doctor and lawyer. Here I was stuck as a waitress in a dead end job and now I was pregnant, but I couldn’t tell them it had only been three days.
Then the fire came. My parents were killed and I realized I was stuck in a war between good and evil.
The demons want me because the baby in me is supposed to be some dark gift that can destroy the angels. And the angels want me dead so my baby will never be born.
I don’t know why I’m running. I don’t know why I care. I just know I don’t want to die and I don’t want my baby to either. How can it be evil if it’s never been born?
Now the sun is shining, but inside I feel only dread. I was knocked up only six months ago, but my belly is massive in size, pushing the fabric of my t-shirt out as wide as possible. My belly is cone shaped and I’m carrying so low it feels like the baby will drop out of me at any moment.
My belly button is extended, pushing through the fabric like it’s a giant nipple and speaking of nipples, my breasts are as round as melons, swollen with milk for my swelling kid.
And I am starving, walking through the farmer’s market cradling my belly in my hand. I haven’t had money for food lately let alone clothes, so my jeans are nearly falling off, not able to be buttoned across my wide middle. My hair is unkempt, but I know I am still beautiful because men always smile at me.
Men haven’t stopped smiling at me since I got knocked up. Something about being pregnant, or about the half demon in my belly, turned men on. They wanted to touch me. And I craved it so bad, sometimes I would give in. Even though I knew it wasn’t real. It was the curse of the evil inside of me.
Right now I needed it bad. Maybe more than I needed the food.
The man selling apples and lettuce couldn’t have been older than twenty. His eyes were brown and he needed a shave. That was the part that attracted me to him the most. God, he was handsome. Even before I was next to him, I could sell his pheromones. Intoxicating was probably the wrong word, but I couldn’t wait to get close to him.
I walked by with a waddle, glancing at his apples. I rubbed my sore, swollen belly and gave a moan.
His eyes were instantly concerned. “Do you need a doctor?” He grabbed my wrist as I started to teeter. My girth made it hard to balance.
I tried to appear tired, resting my hands on my lower back and jetting my stretched belly even father forward. His eyes darted to it. “Oh,” I muttered, “just tired. Hungry. Times have been tough.”
He didn’t even hesitate to pick up an apple and give it to me. “On the house. For you and your little one.”
I thanked him by biting into his juicy, delicious apple. Closing my eyes I moaned, feeling the baby kicking inside me hard. It was getting cramped in there. Soon it would need to be born and finally I’d be free of it. Or I’d be dead. I hadn’t decide which yet was the best alternative.
“Thank you. This is wonderful.”
“Do you have a place to stay?” He asked
I shook my head. “Not yet. Not tonight.”
He sighed and looked around. “I get off when my dad gets back. Why don’t you go sit somewhere and then I can take you to my apartment. Just for the night.”
“I couldn’t ask you to do that…?”
“Thomas.” He offered with a smile. “And you’re not asking.”
“All right.” I smiled. “My name is Janet. My boy here, will be Franklin.” I rubbed my belly in a circle and it seemed to plump up, get bigger in his presence.
Thomas licked his lips and slowly his hand moved toward my belly. If he touched it, he would be mine. I don’t know why, but men seemed drawn to it. “I’ve never seen such a pregnant woman before.”
His hand caressed my belly and his hand was one of the gentlest yet. Most men were kind of rough.
My eyes closed and I moaned, my body trembling at his touch. I craved human companionship so much these days.
Thomas grunted, and took a deep breath. “When are you due?”
“Any day now. I’ll stop at the café and wait for you to get off work…” I moved away, my hands low on my belly.
He grabbed my arm but was gentle about it. “No need. Let’s go now. My father will understand when he sees you.”
I was sure he would.
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I tried to remain ladylike on the ride, but the closer I was to him the crazier I was going. The hotter my blood ran. I kept my hand on his inner thigh most of the ride and by the time we got to the second set of light, my hand gripped his crotch.
Thomas groaned. “Janet…babe, is this gonna be safe?”
“The baby will be fine. But unless I have you, I won’t be. I might just explode, Tom.” I whispered against his ear.
For a moment his hands gripped at my hair, pulling me in for a hot, passionate kiss. I thought he would be tender, but instead he was rough, pushing me towards him. I gripped his jacket, pulling his shirt open. Completely forgot where I was until the cars behind us honked, wailing at us.
Thomas came up for air, panting. I rested my head on his shoulder. “Hurry.” I whispered.
And he did. He broke every speeding law there was to get to his studio apartment. By the time we were in the elevator, our hands were searching beneath each other’s clothes. His hands slid into my jeans, grabbing at my plump, round ass, while my hands swept across his pecks, squeezing his nipples while we kissed passionately, moaning and groaning.
We crashed in through his apartment door. I lifted my arms overhead so he could toss my shirt to the ground. I was all fully extended belly now and breasts, my jeans falling to the floor, I kicked them. And Thomas took off his shirt so I could go at him, my tongue licking his chest while we gripped and grabbed at each other.
Thomas moaned, falling back onto the bed. He watched me with baited breath as I stood there, completely naked, rubbing my large majestic mound in front of him. “God, it’s so huge. Can I kiss it? Touch it again?”
“Once you’re inside me.” I took his hand to steady myself and straddled him. I unzipped his pants and freed his manhood, already so hard, so thick and standing to attention.
He was practically salivating at the mouth, his hands below my belly on my hips, guiding me where I needed to go. Then I opened my legs a bit wider, sat down, and took him fully inside me with one thrust of my hips.
I might have been a virgin six months ago, but since getting knocked up I was becoming a pro at this.
My head rocked back and my mouth fell open. My arms draped to my side. It was pure bliss. Something about me needed sex all the time and I knew it was the baby growing inside of me that caused it. But I didn’t care. I would do anything I could to keep this feeling, keep getting men to touch me.
And Thomas did. His hands were all over my belly. His breath was erratic. I knew he wasn’t going to hold out that long, he was so turned on. So young. Inexperienced. How ironic was it that I was two years younger than he was?
“You’re so big.” He saw in awe, barely able to get out the words.
“I’m only going to get bigger.”
That turned Thomas on and he began to moan, grinding his hips in time with mine. He was about to finish. It was now or never.
I put my hands on top of his so he couldn’t let go of my belly. I moved faster, driving us toward a powerful orgasm. Thomas’ mouth fell open as he gave a cry of joy and I leaned over, putting my tongue in his mouth and stole his soul’s essence.
He would live. He would just be different.
I groaned, kissing his lips as he fell unconscious. I leaned back on my hips, his cock still deep inside me. I moved back and forth, feeling the baby inside me shifting. It was growing again now with the nutrients it needed to be born.
My belly pulsed almost like it was breathing, dropping another inch as the baby got in position to be born. I could feel i
But somehow I struggled. I pulled on my pants and pulled on my t-shirt. But now the fabric wouldn’t stretch over my full belly. I think it was safe to say I was finally full term. In a few days, this might all be over.
Chapter Two: They’ve found her
Before leaving poor Thomas alone, I raided his fridge. Eating more than was comfortable and packing away a loaf of bread and some cheese into my backpack.
Weeks earlier I had spent my time running place to place, staying at homeless shelters in churches. Kind of ironic considering my situation, but I figured it was the best place to hide. Demons couldn’t enter. And angels would never think to look for me there.
But once I was heavily pregnant, the priests asked too many questions. And after one too many priests put their hands on my belly, let’s just say I decided it would be best to have as little contact as possible with anyone until the baby was born.
Now, as I lay on a makeshift bed in an old abandoned rail road car, I felt like it could be any day. I had said that before, but now my hip joints were popping and the large baby inside me was so cramped, I saw no way he could get any larger.
Beneath the jacket I used as a blanket, I stroked my belly, lulling myself to sleep. In my mind I saw myself rocking him. Singing him songs to sleep. I loved him. He made my face glow.
And he had a full mouth of razor sharp teeth.
The dream made me gasp awake. I cringed, grabbing at my belly. It was rock hard in a braxton hicks contraction. Or maybe it was the real deal I prayed it would be as I rolled onto my side and pushed myself up.
It was still dark outside, but I heard a noise. Something dropping in the distance, like a fork or a piece of metal. Generally noises didn’t make your skin crawl, but this one did. I feared there were getting closer. I feared they would find me.
I collected my backpack and slid it on, trying to be quiet but doing anything these days was hard. Standing up, I cradled my belly. I left my bed, what had been my home for several nights, and peeked out from under the bridge. There were two shadows creeping up on me.
And behind them several more.
Suddenly I was hot, sweltering, even though it was January.
The demons found me.
I crept back the way I came, running the best I could past the bridge. I was out of breath almost instantly, but I had to get to cover. I couldn’t stop. If they captured me, they would take me God knows where and take my baby once it was born. Then me, I was as good as dead. And who knows what they would do to my son.
It was stupid. All of this was because of him. I should want to be free of him, but whenever I was put in danger, I wanted to protect him.
Maybe he wasn’t evil. Maybe he could be raised and turned good. I had to believe that because I was part of him too, right?
There were buildings up ahead. I had to keep going. Get there and get inside. Maybe then I could lose the beasts chasing me.
But they were getting closer. I could hear their breathing behind me. I kicked up my heels and turned down an ally. If I could find a side door, something.
Barely able to catch my breath, my feet stomped in the rain puddles and I cradled my belly. Something felt different inside of me. If my baby picked now to decide to be born, I was really going to be pissed.
There was nothing against the old brick buildings. No doors, but a few blocks away I saw a dumpster. If I could hide in it…
I threw a glance over my shoulder. I could hear them coming from a distance. I just had to get away. And fast.
I ran toward the dumpster. I lifted its lid, struggling with its weight and was about to climb inside when suddenly a light blinded me. I squinted and saw they were car headlights. A door opened and I heard a voice. It was male, sweet. Perfect.
“Get in, hurry!”
I didn’t move. I knew if I did, if he saw me, he would be drawn to me. I would need him just as bad as he needed me. It seemed like an unfair way to repay someone for saving your life.
“If you want to live, you better move fast.” His voice grew stern.
Living. That was what this was about. It was what I had to do.
I jumped into the car, sitting down low and slammed the car door shut. The car was off, tires squealing before I fastened my seatbelt over my girth. A pain came from deep inside an I groaned, cradling my belly.
“Is it coming?” He asked, fear in his voice.
He must have known what it was. Who I was.
I shrugged. “I don’t know. I don’t think so. Not yet. I’d have to know, right?”
He didn’t look at me, but I studied him. Strong jaw. Blond hair and blue eyes. Sexy jaw line. He was wearing a leather jacket and jeans, but they seemed not to fit him. Like he was pure. Like he should have been wearing all white.
I moved away, pushing my back into the car door. “You’re an angel.” I gritted my teeth. “Let me out of here!”
“Janet--.”
“Let. Me. Go.” I raged.
“Listen. Not all of us want you and the baby put to death, all right? We think with the right parents, the right guidance, it might not be evil at all. Most believe it’s possible, but most don’t want to take that chance.”
My heart stilled. “And you’re one that think it’s worth a risk taking?”
He glanced at me. “Please just hear me out. Let me get you somewhere safe. No one knows I’ve found you yet.”
I shouldn’t listen to him. I need to run, but I find myself nodding. “Be nice if I knew your name.”
He smiled for the first time. “You can call me Andrew.”
Chapter Three: The cabin
We drive what seems like forever until I fall asleep. It’s so deep, so restful I don’t even remember my dreams. It’s a blessing really because since I found out I was pregnant, all my dreams haunt me. Scare me.
When I wake up, I’m the most rested I have ever been. Anthony rocked my shoulder and I jolted, rubbing my eyes. “Time to get inside.”
It’s morning, the sun peeking over the clouds. He’s driven us far up the mountains. In the valley it was cold, but raining. Up here everything is covered in a deep blanket of snow. It almost looks like a giant marshmallow. Off in the distance, I see smoke coming from a chimney.
“We have to walk that far?”
“I know it’s a distance, but it’s warm there. And there’s enough food to last us weeks. The demons won’t find us here. I promise you.”
I nodded and opened my door. By the time I struggled to my feet, Anthony is beside me. I shiver and he wraps me in a giant quilted coat. It won’t begin to zipper over my giant belly but he puts a hat on me and for a moment His arm is draped across my shoulder. I shiver, feeling his warm body heat against me. I know if he touches me, I could have him.
But this time I don’t want it to happen. He’s nice. And he’s saving me. I don’t know if he’s telling the truth about his intentions, but I know I have to trust him. I’m out of options.
Anthony lead me away and when I stumbled, he helped me over the giant mounds of snow. By the time we reached the stone cabin, I was shivering and exhausted again. Inside was homey, warm, and more than made up for the trip. I peeled off my jacket and wet t-shirt while he bustled in the kitchen.
I could smell milk and cocoa. “Hot chocolate?” I asked.
Surprise is evident on his face and I laugh. “Sorry,” I said. “Since getting pregnant, I can smell pretty much any food substance. Even milk.” I rubbed my extended belly, scratching at the itchy stretch marks. His eyes left my face and fell to my girth.
“Sorry.” He blushed and turned away.
“It’s okay. I’m huge. I get it.”
“There’s some clothes.” Anthony said as he stirred a pot. “In the master bedroom. I figured you’d take that room. So I left some things in there for you that I thought you might need.”
I nodded my thanks and took my tired body into the bedroom. There were shampoos, soaps, and relaxed fitted pants on the bed. Hung in the closet were several long sleeve shirts, all cotton in varying sizes. They looked warm, but comfortable.
First though I was going to take a shower.
