Soul Sucker
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Mary Miller’s POV

Terry and Cathy Callahan’s New Jersey Home

Friday, March 31, 2023

“I’m so happy this is over,” I said as I snuggled closer to John’s side on the wide cushioned lounger. The kids had gone off to bed an hour ago. We’d spent the night watching the kids in the hot tub, then taking it over. I couldn’t sit in it for more than a few minutes because of my pregnancy, but I wouldn’t deny John his soaking time. I could sit on the edge and leave my feet in.

Terry and Cathy went to bed twenty minutes ago, leaving us alone on the patio. It was in the high forties now, but the lounger is sheltered from the wind, and the patio heater made it comfortable as long as I had my big man alongside. I snuggled happily under the fleece blanket. “I didn’t like having to live separately.”

“I can’t wait to move in permanently,” he replied. “My lease runs out at the end of June. They’ve been trying to get me out of the building since I got arrested. I might be able to cut a deal.” He slipped a hand over my stomach; I wasn’t showing yet, but the pregnancy proceeded normally. I still had some morning sickness occasionally. “Our baby needs a yard to play in.”

“What about work?”

“Terry rides the train, and so could I if I get my job back. That’s not a slam dunk, no matter how much Terry fights for me. The lawyers and the public relations people will say it is too much risk for a simple employee in the investigations department.”

“You’re no simple employee,” I replied. “You’re MINE.” I rolled on top of him, our swimsuits allowing our skin to make contact almost everywhere. I rubbed my sex on his hardening rod, only two thin layers of fabric separating us. His hands moved up to my bikini top, cupping my breasts as his fingers worked underneath. “I need you so bad,” I whispered into his ear.

“Let’s go to bed.”

I wiggled over his cock again. “I don’t want to wait.”

His eyes lit up as he slid his hands down my sides. They reached the ties for my bikini bottoms, and I kissed him hard as I felt him pull them loose. I rose on my knees, allowing him to push his trunks down enough to free the beast. His hands moved back up, pushing the bikini top up. I moved my hips around, coating his shaft with fluids before sinking it deep inside me. “John,” I moaned in his ear as he filled me up.

“You feel so fucking perfect,” he whispered back. “Now you have to stay quiet, you impatient little minx.”

It wasn’t easy. The blanket hid our skin, but it wouldn’t hide our movements. It was slow and so fucking hot; I worked up and down slowly with my hips while John lashed my nipples with his tongue. I tried to keep it quiet, but a few moans and squeaks escaped as our passion built. I had to bite the blanket when John took hold of my hips and started pounding into me. I started losing conscious thought as the wave of pleasure overtook me. “Come for me,” he said as he drove deep inside.

My mind broke with the pleasure, triggered by the feeling of his hot jets deep inside. My arms gave out, and I flopped onto his chest. “I’ve got you, baby,” John said as he rubbed my back.

I lay there for a minute or two while I recovered. My body was still twitching when I felt John slip out of me and the flood that followed. “I have to go clean up,” I finally said.

“We can go inside,” he offered.

“No. I like it out here. I’ll bring out some water for us.” I sat up, wiping the mess on one of the towels before getting my suit back on. I left him on the lounger and went through the sliding door into the breakfast nook. I was reaching for the bottled water in the fridge when I felt a touch on my shoulder.

And something bit my neck.

I tried to turn around, but my body had disconnected from my control. I couldn’t cry out, I couldn’t fight back, and I couldn’t stop what happened next. I started to fall, but strong arms caught me. My heels dragged on the tile floor as my attacker pulled me away. “You should have minded your own business,” a female voice said as we moved. I could feel her body pressed into my back, her bikini-covered breasts slightly damp like mine. “My bite induces a temporary paralysis. You will recover in twenty minutes. Unfortunately, it will be too late to save your demon hunter. Your punishment for your curiosity is to watch his death. You’ll be aware of what is happening but unable to do a thing about it.”

We were coming close to the sliding door now. I tried to resist but ended up lying on the cold floor on my right side. The succubus let me go, then came back with a pillow. Ingrid shoved it under my head and aimed my eyes at the loungers. “You will never speak of this to anyone, or I will come back and kill your daughter while you watch. I can do anything I want, and you can’t stop me.”

Ingrid slid through the door, and I got my first look at her. At ME! She’d transformed into a carbon copy of me in the same black bikini. I could only blink as she walked to where my husband lay. “You didn’t bring water?”

“I want more of you,” the imposter said. John watched as she reached behind her back and untied her bikini top. She tossed it aside, then dropped her bottoms on the stamped concrete.

“Hell, yeah,” John said as he pushed the blanket down. He was already hard. “Come here.”

My mind screamed for him to run, but my body wouldn’t cooperate. I could feel tears running down from my eyes as I watched the foul demon lean over him. Fake Mary kissed him.

John froze, his eyes going wide.

I wanted him to hit her, toss her aside, or do ANYTHING to stop her. Instead, he collapsed back onto the lounger. I could see his blood on her lips from where she bit him and injected her venom. I could see the fear in his eyes as she straddled him. “Only now do you understand the spiritual power you’re fighting,” the succubus told him. “Too late. I’ll take your seed and your life while your wife watches helplessly.”

She grabbed his cock and sank it deep inside her. “I’m going to enjoy this.” She began to move up and down on him. She looked like me, fucked like me, and probably felt like me. From the research we’d done, I knew that John’s life would end when Ingrid fucked him to climax, and I couldn’t stop it.

It was tearing the heart out of my body.

“Mom?”

The whispered voice came from behind me, followed by the patter of bare feet across the tile. Heather touched my shoulder. “Mom, are you all right?”

Heather froze as she looked out the window and covered her mouth to keep from screaming. Dad was getting fucked by the fake Mom only ten yards away. Her eyes widened as she looked at them, then back at me. “Is that the succubus?”

I couldn’t say anything. I could only blink rapidly. I prayed my daughter wouldn’t attract its attention or do anything stupid. I couldn’t bear to lose them both.

“I’m getting the dagger,” Heather said. I heard her run off, heading upstairs. Looking out, John was running out of time. I prayed that the draining of his balls a few minutes ago would give him enough staying power to last until she returned. I prayed that Heather would have the courage to take her on. And I prayed that we’d survive together.

Heather arrived back at the door. “I’ve got this,” she told me as she hid the dagger behind her right arm. “I love you, Mom.”

I couldn’t tell her with words, but my eyes shone with love and pride.

Heather ripped the door open and ran outside crying. “MOMMY!” The succubus stopped her motion, staring at the child running towards her. “I had a nightmare!”

The fake me didn’t know what to do, and a second later, Heather was next to them. Before the demon could stop it, Heather thrust the dagger into her stomach.

The demon let out a roar, shifting instantly into its Succubus form with tail and wings. She backhanded Heather viciously, knocking her across the patio. I saw blood spray from her pajamas as the claws tore through her chest and shoulder. She stopped rolling a few feet out onto the pool cover.

But she had left the Dagger of the Lord buried deep in the demon’s side.

The succubus reached for the handle, but it was too late. Ingrid let out an inhuman screech as the blade began to collapse her body. Like a genie returning to the lamp, her body twisted and compacted as the dagger did its spiritual work. What seemed like it took minutes was over in seconds, and the demon was gone.

The young red-haired woman left bleeding on the patio I didn’t recognize. She pulled the knife out of her stomach and tossed it aside. She was covered in bruises and dirt and was bleeding from the dagger stab and another wound on her right side, close to her heart.

She was crying and moaning in pain, begging in a heavy Gaelic-accented English for death.

It was Heather who got to her first. She crawled off the pool, not using her damaged arm, and moved towards the woman. I wanted to scream at her to get away. She grabbed a towel and pressed it over the wound. “It’s over now,” Heather said. “The demon is gone.”

“Thank you,” the woman said before a cough brought up blood.

“What is your name?”

“Frances… Frances Dortmund.” Her eyes rolled back as Terry rushed down the stairs.