Chapter 16: Family Feud
Theo’s vision swam, not just from the cracked lens but from the sheer, suffocating pressure of her. Veronica’s mouth was on his neck, not in a kiss, but in a predatory exploration. He felt the sharp points of her canines graze his jugular, a promise of finality. A strange, warm lethargy began to seep into his limbs, a sickly-sweet poison radiating from where her skin touched his. He tried to buck, to shout, but his muscles were leaden, his voice a trapped whisper.
Then the air changed.
It didn’t stir; it concentrated, grew thick and electric with a familiar, vanilla-spiked malice. A pop of displaced atmosphere, like a cork pulled from a bottle, echoed against the trees.
“Get the fuck off my snack, Mom.”
Lily’s voice was a whip-crack of lazy venom. Theo managed to tilt his head. She stood ten feet away, under a shaft of feeble moonlight, a vision of disheveled fury. She wore only one of his oversized band t-shirts, the hem barely grazing the tops of her thunderous thighs. Her hair was a wild nest, her blue eyes glowing with a cold, cerulean fire.
Veronica went rigid atop him. She lifted her head from Theo’s neck slowly, a line of saliva connecting her lower lip to his skin. Her expression cycled from rage, to surprise, to a grotesque parody of delight.
“Lilith! My baby!”
In a blur of motion that defied her immense size, Veronica was off Theo and across the clearing. She moved with an uncanny, predatory grace. The two succubi collided not with a hug, but with a full-body impact that sent a tremor through the forest floor.
Theo gasped, dragging in air that didn’t smell of tomb-incense. He propped himself up on his elbows, his mind reeling.
What he saw was not a reunion. It was a collision of planets.
Veronica’s hands, massive and clawed, seized Lily’s face, but instead of a gentle touch, she pulled her in for a kiss that was all teeth and clashing tongues. A wet, sloppy, deeply unnatural sound filled the clearing. Then Veronica moaned, a ragged, hungry sound, and her mouth traveled down, latching onto the side of Lily’s neck with the same predatory intent she’d just shown Theo.
“Mom, you thirsty bitch, oof—” Lily’s protest was cut off as Veronica’s hands dropped, not to embrace, but to grope. One massive palm squeezed Lily’s ass through the thin cotton of the shirt, kneading the prodigious flesh with a brutal familiarity. The other shoved up the shirtfront, capturing one of Lily’s own monumental breasts, her thumb scraping roughly over the nipple.
“Look at you,” Veronica panted between wet bites on her daughter’s collarbone. “Bound and still so fucking ripe. Let me taste, just a little. Mother’s right.”
“You’re gonna pop a tit right off, you crazy hag!” Lily snarled, but she was pushing back into the groping hand, a shudder running through her. Her own claws were dug into her mother’s back, tearing the silk blouse. It was a fight and an embrace, a contest of hunger and possession that was utterly devoid of anything Theo recognized as familial.
Finally, Lily planted both hands on Veronica’s chest and shoved, breaking the clinch with a wet smack. They stood chests heaving, clothes torn, mouths swollen. A string of dark, glistening saliva still connected them.
“Happy now?” Lily spat, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
“Ecstatic,” Veronica purred, her eyes devouring Lily. “Now tell me why you’re letting this scrawny, virgin-veined bookmark live when he’s clearly your anchor. I was about to do you a favor and suck him into a dry husk.”
Lily’s glowing eyes flicked to Theo, who flinched. She rolled her eyes, the gesture profoundly normal amidst the insanity. “Because the ‘bookmark’ shoved a god-bothering priest with a real, silver-chased fetish dagger out a fucking window when he had me pinned on a consecrated altar. The binding wasn’t some summoning circle I tripped into. It was my own blood, my own desperate ‘get-me-the-fuck-out-of-here’ scream that he caught. He didn’t bind me. He caught me.”
She took a step toward her mother, her voice dropping to a low, serious growl Theo had never heard. “He saved my eternal, fuck-loving ass. The bond is an accident. A happy one, for me. He’s mine.”
The words hung in the air. Veronica’s face, a masterpiece of rage and lust, went utterly still. Her black eyes widened. She looked from Lily’s defiant glare to Theo’s prone, terrified form crumpled on the pine needles.
Theo saw the moment the understanding clicked. The fury didn’t melt; it shattered, and something else, vast and terrifying, rushed in to fill the void.
“He… saved you?”
Theo found his voice, a ragged squeak. “SEE?”
Veronica’s head snapped toward him. She moved. Not with predator’s grace this time, but with a terrifying, overwhelming momentum. In two strides she was on him again. But instead of kneeling to drain him, she bent at the waist, her colossal breasts swinging perilously close to his face, and seized the front of his cargo pants and shirt in one fist.
With a grunt that held no strain, she lifted him off the ground like he was a bag of feathers. His feet dangled.
“You,” she breathed, her eyes inches from his, searching his face. The ancient rage was gone, replaced by a boiling, fervent intensity. “You little hero. You brave, stupid, delicious boy.”
Before he could process it, she crushed him against her.
It was not an embrace. It was an absorption. His face was plunged into the suffocating, perfumed canyon of her cleavage. The heat was volcanic. The sheer, pillowy mass of her enveloped his head, his shoulders. He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think.
She rocked him side to side, making cooing sounds that vibrated through her torso and into his bones. “Oh, my sweet boy! My daughter’s brave little knight! And I was going to… oh, I’m a monster! A wretched, ungrateful cunt!”
She pulled him back, just enough to see his face, which was flushed and smeared with her makeup and sweat. Her expression was one of rapturous, manic adoration. Then she descended.
Her mouth covered his in a kiss that was all overwhelming gratitude and possessive claim. Her tongue, thick and muscular, plowed into his mouth, mapping it with a sloppy, invasive zeal. She tasted of dark wine and something metallic. She kissed him like she was trying to consume his very breath, and when she finally released his mouth, she trailed a series of wet, open-mouthed kisses all over his face—his forehead, his cheeks, the bridge of his nose, his cracked glasses.
Each kiss was a loud, smacking, slovenly event. “My good boy,” she slurred between licks that dragged across his skin. “My smart, brave boy. Saving my silly, horny daughter. You’re perfect. A perfect little pet for her. For us.”
She nuzzled him, her nose burying in his hair, inhaling deeply. “Mine too, now. Family. You’re family.” She squeezed him tighter, and Theo felt his spine creak. The earlier threat of draining was gone, replaced by this smothering, terrifying, lactational gratitude. He was trapped not by fear now, but by the immovable, adoring weight of a millennia-old succubus who had decided, in a heartbeat, that he belonged to her.
Over Veronica’s shoulder, he saw Lily watching. She had her arms crossed under her breasts, a smirk playing on her bruised lips. She gave him a slow, deliberate wink.
“Told you she’s dramatic,” Lily said, her voice dripping with amusement. “Now put him down, Mom. You’re gonna break my toy before I get to break him in properly.”
Veronica loosened her grip, letting Theo’s feet touch the ground, but she kept one massive arm clamped around his shoulders, pulling him into her side. He was wedged against the dizzying softness of her hip, his face level with the side of her breast. She kissed the top of his head, a long, slurping smooch.