Chapter 1: Introduction
Without coffee or breakfast, I stumbled into the woods with my dog Biscuit, a brown mutt bless his soul. He wagged his tail, his big brown eyes glinting with excitement. We walked down the familiar trail, trees looming above me like old friends. The leaves crunched underfoot as I thought about work, both caught up in it and wanting to escape it. Life was tough.
"Come here boy," I called to Biscuit, my call lost in the wind and the trees.
Suddenly the air went cold, and the forest fell quiet.
The hair on the back of my neck stood up. I turned to go, calling out for Biscuit, but there was no reply. A twig snapped to my left, and I swung around, my heart pounding.
"Biscuit?" I called out again, my voice barely above a whisper.
There was a rustling in the bushes, and I saw her - Morrigan Aensland, a succubus, a female demon who fed on life energy. She was stunning, with long, minty green hair and soft emerald eyes.
Her voluptuous figure was accented by the tight, torn dress she wore. One large shapely breast spilled free of her dress, adorned with angry red welts in the shape of a handprint. Her hair was a mess. Seeing me, she stumbled towards me, reaching for me, her huge eyes wild and desperate.
"Are you okay?" I asked, taking a step towards her.
"Help me, please!" she cried out, her fingers clawing at the front of my jacket. And that's when I saw the incubus crash through the brush behind her.
He was a sinister, shadowy figure with glowing red eyes and a muscular build. I could feel the hatred radiating off of him as he set his sights on Morrigan. He snarled at her, his fists clenched.
The petite succubus cowered against me, and I turned, trying to shield her with my body.
The incubus lunged forward, but I was able to push her behind me just in time. He seemed oblivious of me, and that was just the opening I needed, swinging my leather boot up into his groin with everything I had. The steel toe crashed into his pelvis with a satisfying 'crunch', the soft tissues of his genitals pulverised. He went down like a sack of shit, a warbling cry emanating from his comically surprised mouth.
I grabbed the succubus by the waist and lifted her into my arms and began to run. Her arms encircled my neck and she wrapped her shapely legs around my waist, clinging to me as if her life depended on it.
I made it to the clearing in front of my cabin, and Biscuit crashed out of the brush behind me. It wasn't until the door was bolted behind us that I let myself feel the ache of my muscles and the rasp of my gasping breath.
But the succubus wouldn't let me go. She clung to me like a vine, her huge breasts crushed against my chest. I carried her to the couch, and it wasn't until I positioned her ass on the couch that she eased her grip on me. She looked up at me, tears starting to spill from her large, liquid green eyes and trickle down her cheeks.