repost: Succubus P.I. The Purple Rose

as promised here is a repost of Aya's second frivolous adventure. You can read the first one here: Succubus P.I. Dark Temptation

Enjoy!



Succubus P.I. – The Purple Rose



by Herbert






Chapter 1 – Happy Hour




It was one of those cold, damp winter nights when the patrons of the crowded strip club went wild. Spotlights illuminated a circular table in the center of the room, where a beautiful dancer slowly coiled herself around a metal pole that reached down from the ceiling. She looked like she had stepped out of an Arabian fairy tale, with olive skin and long, straight black hair that fell all the way to her hips. Her clothes, however, were more reminiscent of biker chick: she wore a studded black leather jacket and a matching miniskirt. Nylon stockings, high-heeled shoes and a leather collar, also studded, completed the look.



When the music started, she began to spin around the pole, to the cheers of the audience, seemingly weightless, without her feet touching the ground. It was still happy hour, and she was the first act to get the guests in the right mood. Clinging to the pole with nothing but her muscular legs, she stripped off her jacket, which she tossed into the crowd. Underneath, a black lace bra was revealed. The outline of her abs were vaguely visible on her now fully exposed tight belly. Her right arm was tattooed sleeve-like with Arabian patterns, which were also found in smaller design on her hips.


Still spinning, the dancer fluidly changed pose, now holding onto the pole with only her hands and performing a slow air walk with her nylon-clad legs. She hooked herself to the pole with the crook of her elbow and deftly removed her skirt, under which she wore a skimpy black thong.


Aya loved to show off her breathtaking body like this. She enjoyed being gawked at by the estimated hundred men in the club totally mesmerized. Clenching the pole again with her legs, she let herself hang down backwards, giving the bystanders a perfect view of the deep cleavage formed by her full, ample breasts. The guests near the table were already waving bills in front of her with excitement.


A voice in her ear jerked her back to reality, "Movement at the rear entrance. A stretch limo just pulled up."


The voice belonged to her partner Elena and reached her via a small radio receiver. "Is it the boss?" asked Aya back. She had to raise her voice to be heard over the music. A drunk right in front of her apparently picked up on something and bawled, "Yeah, I'm the boss, baby!"


"I think so," came the delayed reply. "A lot of bodyguards stepped out, but it's dark, and I can't make out much. Besides, I'm freezing. Detective work really sucks."


"Keep me posted," Aya instructed her as she continued her pole dance.

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Outside on a dark side street, about a hundred meters from the back entrance of the strip club, Elena leaned forward over her red Ducati. She tried to pierce the thickening snow flurry with her crystal blue eyes to catch a glimpse of the target. She did not succeed.


Frustrated, she shook the snowflakes out of her wavy blonde mane and cursed Aya for enjoying herself inside while she had to stand lookout in the chilly night. The cold snap had come suddenly and her tight-fitting red leather clothing were not really appropriate for the season.


On the display of her phone, she followed what was happening inside the club. Video and sound were transmitted by a lens and a microphone in Aya's collar. She would have loved to sit in the audience now, or even better, dance in competition with the hot raven on another table. Aya had a fantastic body, but Elena could easily keep up with her in every way. Well, her breasts were a tiny bit smaller, as she was constantly reminded by Aya, but no less beautiful. In the end they would have counted their tips and compared who had earned more, who the crowd had found more attractive and desirable. And afterwards they would…


Elena snapped out of her daydream as the men entered the club. Two broad-shouldered bodyguards remained at the door, and two more along with a smaller person, largely obscured by them, entered the building.


"They're going in now," she reported. "Would you stop spinning around? I'm getting dizzy."

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In the warm club, Aya received the news with disappointment. She would have liked to finish her performance, but work was work, so she slowly let herself slide down from the pole. When her heels touched the table, she arched her back and rubbed her majestic butt against the cold steel. The pole practically disappeared between her full round buttocks. To the applause of the crowd, she strutted around in circles a couple of times and let the spectators put bills in her garter before she disappeared into the back of the club.


"Hey, what are you doing?" a dark-skinned dancer snapped at her. She was pretty, but nowhere near as hot as Aya. "I know it's your first day and all, but you're supposed to show them your bare tits."


Aya handed the tip, several hundred euros in total, over to her and kindly said, "Be a dear and fill in for me for a moment."


With that, she left the other woman who was counting the money with wide eyes. Still in her underwear, she entered the area of the club that was only for the staff and management.


"I wonder how you’re gonna pay my salary," the voice in Aya's ear complained. "First you don't take money from our client, then you give away what little these people donated out of pity over your lackluster dance performance."


"We don't do this job for money," Aya passed over her partner's little quip, "but to help people. The poor old mother of the missing girl could have never afforded our services."


She approached the manager's office. Two brawny bodyguards stood guard in front of the door. Aya walked up to them nonchalantly.


"No admission," growled one as she stopped in front of them.


She gave him and his comrade a disarming smile. "Well you're certainly sharp," she praised him, patting his upper arm. "And so strong. I'm sure you exercise a lot."


As she spoke, her mental tentacles probed and penetrated his mind. It was as easy as breaking into a house with the front door open. Being a succubus, it was a simple matter for her to turn men into willing slaves. In the four hundred years she had spent on earth since her summoning, she had encountered few who had resisted her for more than a couple of seconds. Simple-minded ones, like these thugs, usually didn't even put up a fight. Before he knew what was happening to him, she had the second bodyguard wrapped around her finger as well.


"I need to talk to the boss," she announced, "so let me through and keep your guard up. And whatever you hear, don't come in to check."


"Yes mistress," they both confirmed in unison.


The boss: a mysterious figure who had taken over numerous strip clubs in Berlin. No one knew what his real name was or what he looked like. All they knew was that the Boss was forcing young dancers, mostly helpless immigrants, to commit crimes. Fraud and blackmail were just some of them. Much worse was that those who refused to take part disappeared without a trace shortly after. Rumors said that the boss was also involved in human trafficking. No one could prove anything, however, and the police was completely in the dark.


Aya entered the office. It was spacious and lined with a soft but stained carpet that had certainly once looked the part. A couch with worn upholstery stood in the corner, and the center of the room was dominated by a bulky, untidy desk piled high with papers, empty beer bottles, and a full ashtray. On the chair behind it, someone sat in the shadows, who Aya couldn’t recognize clearly. This changed when the person stood up and leaned forward into the pale light of the office lamp.


It was a woman. A damn good-looking woman, as the succubus immediately noticed. With full red lips and bright brown eyes, just like Aya's own, accentuated by dark eye shadow and long lashes, her face did not need to shy away from comparison with that of the succubus. Her long black hair was tied back completely and artfully tied into a long braid almost as thick as her arm.


Damn, Aya cursed silently.


"Shit, what now?", Elena's voice sounded in her ear.


Her supernatural powers did not work on the same sex. The plan to enchant the boss and elicit all the necessary information from him was now obsolete. Her own prejudices had thrown a spanner in the works. Now she had to improvise.


"Are you the girl Antonio told me about?" the boss demanded to know. Aya was pretty sure to pick out an Italian accent from her sultry voice "Where is he? I'll teach him to ask me here first and then make me wait."


"Something urgent has come up for Antonio," Aya lied. She had bent the club's operator to her will a few hours ago and sent him home because she didn’t want him to screw things up.


The boss stepped out from behind the desk. She wore a yellow mini-dress along with dark stockings, platform shoes with heels as high as Aya's. A fur coat she must have worn outside hung over the chair. Her body didn't need to hide from anyone. From head to toe, she eyed the supposed stripper, her lips twisted into a wicked smile, her braid, which reached all the way down to her butt, swayed back and forth like a tail as she walked.


"Yes," she whispered in Aya's ear as she walked in a circle around her. "Antonio was right. You could make a small fortune for me. What's your name?"


"Aya," the succubus revealed.


"From Syria?"


She nodded. It wasn't quite true, but it was close enough and a lot of refugees had arrived from there over the last couple of years.


"I'm Isabella," the boss introduced herself. "Are you willing to do some things for me that are not quite legal in this country but very, very profitable?"


"What kind of things?", Aya wanted to know.


"Nothing major." Isabella waved it off. "Sleep with some rich guys, gain access to their bank account, or failing that, blackmail them with some raunchy photos. Piece of cake for someone with a body like yours."


"What if I refuse?" asked Aya defiantly.


Isabella pouted. "That would be extremely rude, but I respect it when women want to take matters in her own hands, just as I did. That's why in this case we're going to play a game. If you win, you can leave and won't be bothered by me any further. If I win, I'll sell your pretty ass to the highest bidder as compensation.


"A game?" asked Aya curiously, "What kind of game?"


Isabella grinned lasciviously. "Very simple: you have to prove to me that you are a better woman than me. By making me come before I can make you come. Your body against my body, your sexual prowess against mine. How does that sound?"


Now it was up to Aya to smile wickedly. "I like your way of handling things, but I suggest a few changes to the rules." While Isabella raised her eyebrows in surprise, she continued, "If I win, you'll tell me where you're holding the girls who haven't been sold yet, in particular a young Ukrainian girl named Natalia Stepova, whose mother hired me. If you win, I won't turn over the confession you just spoke on tape to the police."


"Merda!" exclaimed Isabella, taking a step back. "You're wired? Didn't my goons search you? Luigi, Emilio, get in here now!"


"Don't bother," Aya said, "I took care of them."


Isabella took another step back, elbowed a couple of beer bottles off the desk, and suddenly she had pistol in hand, aiming it at Aya. "I should shoot you, like a bitch."

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Outside the club, Elena held her breath in shock. Being a succubus herself, she knew that bullets could not harm her partner. Gunshot wounds healed completely within a few hours for her kin. Still, it hurt like hell, and if a bullet penetrated her lungs, the lack of oxygen could easily cause her to lose consciousness.


In her head, she went through her options. She wouldn't get there fast enough to stop Isabella from pulling the trigger, but she could wrap the two bodyguards at the back entrance around her finger, who could then force her to put the gun down. After that, Elena would be the one to play a few games with her. And they would all end with that bitch licking her boots and begging for mercy. She would force her down on all fours, grab her by her stupid braid and whip her ass with it. When Aya was back on her feet they could take turns and find out who was able to dominate this little cunt harder, oh yes!


For the moment, however, she trusted that Aya knew what she was doing. She had an unerring instinct for such things. Spellbound, Elena looked at the screen of her phone to see what happened next.

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Aya was unfazed by the barrel pointing at her. "You could pull the trigger," she conceded to Isabella. "But the recording would still reach the police. And then, you'll never find out."


"Find out what?"


Aya thrust her chest forward challengingly. "Which one of us is the better woman."


Their eyes pierced each other, neither of the beauties even blinked. After a few seconds, Isabella lowered the gun and relaxed a little.


"All right," she agreed, securing the weapon and placing it back on the desk. "May the better woman win."


With practiced movements, she stripped off her yellow dress, revealing matching colored underwear underneath. With swaying hips, she strutted back to the center of the room, where Aya met her in kind.


"Not fair," Elena complained. "Why do you always get to do the fun tasks?"


Face to face, the two rivals stopped in front of each other, examining their adversaries, taking in every little sexy detail. Isabella had an impressive body with full, juicy tits and a tight ass, even if her curves were a bit less pronounced than Aya's, which she registered with satisfaction. The Italian also had a tattoo. That of a cross entwined with thorny vines, just below her breasts.


"Are you a devout woman?" Aya breathed at her. "Because now would be a good time for your last prayer."


"I believe that God is with the able," Isabella breathed back. "With those who take the initative." With that, she wrapped her right arm around Aya's waist and pulled her in close, while her left tangled in the succubus' long mane and pulled her head back hard.


Damn, this tramp is aggressive, thought Aya, who let out a hiss while Isabella's tongue was already licking along her exposed neck.


"I love your long hair," muttered the crime boss. "Perfect to yank on."


As much as Aya enjoyed some rough foreplay she wasn't about to just let it happen to her. In retaliation, she embraced her opponent and squeezed her even tighter so that both women could feel each other's hard nipples through the fabric of their bras. At the same time, she grabbed Isabella's braid and yanked on it like a bell rope, eliciting an angry hiss from her.


"Two can play that game," Aya growled as she started to suck at the other's flawless neck with her lips like a leech. Marking it with her dark lipstick. With deep breaths, she inhaled Isabella's scent. It was intense and dominant. No wonder so many strippers had succumbed to her, intimidated by her power and looks, but it wouldn't work this time. Today Isabella would meet her master.


As if by silent agreement, the women let go of each other's hair and began to undo their opponent's bra in return. They both succeeded at the same time and tore off each other's clothes. Both took a step back to admire the magnificent bulging boobs of the other. Both pairs were full and round, but now, without their clothes, it was clear that Aya's were bigger.


The succubus grinned cockily, but Isabella appeared unimpressed. "I bet your flabby tits make nice soft pillows for my firmer breasts."


"Come here and let's find out," Aya urged her. Isabella's nipples were brown and pointed perkily straight ahead, just like Aya's own. They met head-on, like knights armed with lances. Both inhaled sharply as their milk buds sent signals of arousal straight down to their pussies. Then they pressed their female mounds together, rubbing them into each other like balls of dough, eager to figure out which proud pair would ultimately have to yield to the other.


To Aya's annoyance, the winner was not immediately clear. Isabella's tits proved firmer and her nipples more resolute than she had expected. They both leaned their foreheads against each other and moaned.


"I see you're already wearing a collar," the seductive crime boss noted. "Time to put a leash on you. With that, she looped her braid around Aya's neck like a rope and pulled her even tighter by it. "Now you can't escape me."


"Neither can you," Aya countered, reaching for Isabella's tight ass. The competing beauties' heads were now resting on each other's shoulders. Their cheeks touched, as did their flat, well-toned bellies. Their nylon-covered legs rubbed against each other as they struggled to get a better stance. Aya pushed her thigh as high into her opponent's crotch as she could and was rewarded by a moan of pleasure. The Italian's thong already felt moist.


"Wet already?" the succubus whispered in her ear. "Enjoying your game a little too much?"


Not wanting to back down, Isabella repaid her in kind, and Aya couldn't help but moan lustfully as well.


"Just as wet as you," Isabella breathed back. "You may have a great body, but I've tamed countless hot sluts. None have ever bested me."


She was right, Aya's pussy was moistening faster than was good for her. She had to keep her focus. Fortunately, Isabella was slowly losing her balance. As the pressure of Aya's superior bosom made her more and more uncomfortable, she had subconsciously leaned further and further back. With a small thrust of her hip, Aya toppled her off balance. For a moment they staggered around the room on their high heels, then Aya managed to push her rival backwards onto the tattered sofa.


"That's it!" cheered Elena over the comm. "Don't play with your food. Cheap little whores like her want to be dominated."


Aya had no intention of playing with her opponent any longer, as tempting as it was. With a determined move, she yanked Isabella's thong down and let it fall to the floor. The crime boss hissed and tried to get to her feet, but Aya shoved her back onto the pad.


"Stay down," she ordered, slipping out of her own thong. Reluctantly, the naked woman obeyed, obviously a bit intimidated by the commanding demeanor of her opponent. Instead of making further attempts to assume the dominant position, she spread her legs invitingly. Except for a small strip of short hair right above her cunt, her pubic area was clean-shaven, her labia full and inviting. With one hand she took her long braid and playfully whipped her pudenda with it.


"Come down to me," Isabella teased. "My pussy is good enough to handle yours even from on the bottom."


Taking in the sight with delight, Aya presented her own glistening twat to the foxy criminal. "No matter how good you think you are," she taunted as she swung her left leg around Isabella's right and slowly lowered her own clean-shaven pussy onto her opponent's, "there's always someone better."


Their lower lips met with a wet smack and immediately sucked each other tight. Aya took Isabella's outstretched left leg and placed her calf between her own bulging breasts. Like a fierce animal, she tugged at the stocking with her teeth. Then both women began to rub their hips against each other. Slowly at first, soon increasingly faster and more demanding.


Both moaned lustfully while they were tribbing each other, their thick, naked vaginal lips perfectly aligned. Aya stared down at her adversary with bared teeth. That bitch was no pushover, but she was in a disadvantageous position.


"Can you feel my superior pussy taking control?", she taunted the woman below her with a low, gasping voice. „How it is chewing on your pathetic quim like a dog on its toy?"


"Give me your worst, whore!" hissed Isabella, "My pussy will outlast yours any day of the week."


A bold claim, but it soon became apparent that it was the woman in the bottom position who was moaning more and more desperately. Aya controlled the pace, rotating her pelvis slowly and powerfully at times, quickly and teasingly at others, driving her foe skillfully towards climax.


Isabella tried to support herself with her elbow and reach Aya's tits with her other hand, but she couldn't find any hold in the soft padding, and it was easy for the succubus to fend her off. In turn she reached down between them and squeezed Isabella’s engorged clit between her fingers. This did it. Aya could see it in the other woman's eyes: the realization that she could no longer contain it, that she had been beaten at her own wicked game.


"No, oh no! Oh God, yes! Yessss!" the crime boss screamed out her orgasm. She reared up like a horse, her fingernails digging painfully into Aya's thighs while her hot female juices shot up the succubus' vaginal canal like a fountain. It was a wonderful feeling of sexual triumph that Aya savored to the last. Only when there was no longer any doubt who had won, whose womanhood had conquered and beaten the other, she succumbed to her own climax and sprayed it all back into the defeated pussy beneath her, along with her own cum.


"What a feisty little fuck you were," she taunted Isabella. "But as it turned out, not woman enough for me."


The outfucked criminal turned her head to the side and avoided her gaze, thus Aya grabbed her by the chin and forced her to look at her. "The girls. Tell me where they are."


"Fuck you!" retorted Isabella gruffly. "My confession isn't worth shit, I'll recant everything. You can't prove anything against me."


Aya snarled threateningly. Was this bitch going back on her word? This was bad. Antonio, the club's manager, hadn't known where the kidnapped dancers were kept, but had been pretty sure they were to be shipped out tonight. She didn't have much time.


"Tell me. Right now!" insisted Aya, "Or you'll regret it."


"Go to hell."


"Been there, done that," she replied, revealing her true form. Finger-length horns began to grow from her forehead, about the diameter of a coffee cup at their base, black bat-like wings unfurled at her back, and an arm-length black tail suddenly whipped back and forth behind her. It was a risk to reveal her true identity to a dangerous criminal but one she had to take. In the end, who would believe her, if she told someone?


"Madre di Dio," gasped Isabella, her eyes wide with terror. In panic, she tried to break free, but Aya kept an iron grip on her. Realizing there was no escape, she caved in. "They're in a warehouse not far from here. Do with them whatever you want, but please spare me!"


"I might," Aya promised, "if you give me the exact address and the name of their buyer." Going after the buyer was not part of her contract, but she would love to do so nonetheless.


Isabella desperately shook her head. "I don’t know his name. He uses the cipher P. R. and only communicates via straw men. Never talked to him in person. All I know is that he has very good connections."


That was disappointing but Aya believed her. The frightened woman didn’t hesitate to give her the street and house number of the warehouse at least.


"You got that Elena?" the succubus asked into the microphone on her collar.


"Sure, do you want me to pass it on to the police?"


"No," Aya decided, "Most of them don't have residence permits. Send the police to me and free the girls yourself."


"If I have to," Elena grumbled.


Just as quickly as she had become a demon, Aya took on human appearance again. "And now for you," she announced menacingly as she slid along Isabella, finally coming to sit with her pussy on her face. "Lick me clean. I want to be dressed again when the police arrive. Then I expect you to make a full confession. Voluntarily, of course. Otherwise, I'm going to swallow you whole."




Chapter 2 – A New Way of Life



Outside on the street, Elena dialed the number of Christian Ritter, her contact in the police department and, besides, a particularly handsome cop who was also kind of Aya's boyfriend. Knowing that the two most beautiful private investigators in town were in fact succubi, he didn't even ask how they had managed to nab the boss. He would arrive on the scene with reinforcements in fifteen minutes, he promised.


Without wasting any more time, Elena started her Ducati. Watching Aya's confrontation with that bitch had made her incredibly horny, and there were a thousand things she would rather have done right now than check on some stupid kidnapped dancers. But when it came to work, Aya was in charge. Best to get it over with as quickly as she could.


As fast as the snow allowed, Elena drove to the given address which was located in a deserted industrial park. On a loading ramp, a couple of armed men were about to load three helpless young women into a truck. They saw Elena coming, briefly brought their pistols to bear, but relaxed when they realized they were only dealing with an unarmed woman.


"Whoever you are, fuck off," one of the men barked at her as she swung out of the saddle of her ride. Her heels clacked on the tarmac as she approached the group, hips swaying.


"Now, now," she rebuked them, penetrating the men's minds. "That's no way to talk to a lady. Why don't you let the nice gals here go and lock yourselves up in the trailer instead. Meanwhile, I'll decide whether to turn you over to the police or send the driver straight to Siberia."


"Yes, mistress," the thugs confirmed, speaking in unison, and complied with the order.


The dancers looked at her from anxious, teary eyes, unsure where this turn of events would lead. All three of them were young and pretty. A few months ago they would have fit perfectly into Elena's diet and she would have seen nothing more than prey in them. Delicious little snacks that she would have fucked in order to feast on their sexual energy, leaving behind nothing but lifeless husks.


But then she had met Aya, who had shown her another way of life. And gradually she had begun to warm up to people. She still didn't care about most of them, but some, like Chris, for example, were quite all right. Nowadays, magic potions provided her with all the nutrients she needed, yet it was not easy to shake off her old ways of thinking at times.


"Don't be afraid," she spoke encouragement to the kidnapped girls. "You are free. No one will hurt you anymore."


The girls were still staring at her fearfully. How were they supposed to understand what they had just seen? "Are you Natalia," she addressed one of them directly, who thought she recognized from the photo her client had provided them. "Your mother sent me. She's worried."


"My Mom?" the young woman asked full of hope.


Elena nodded affirmatively. As if a spell had been broken, Natalia threw herself around her neck and began to sob.


"But how…?"


Conspiratorially, the succubus put her finger to her lips and whispered, "A magic trick." Slowly, she thought she understood what Aya appreciated about detective work.

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A little later, as she was on her way back, Elena thought about how she had gotten into her current situation. A good two hundred years ago, a Russian count had summoned her to eliminate his rivals. Her appearance reflected his erotic fantasies in every detail. The only exception were her tattoos: Gothic patterns that covered her entire left arm, as well as her left leg including the respective ass cheek. They were the manifestation of random thoughts that had flashed through his mind during the summoning process.


As long as he had lived, she had had to be at his service, completely bound by the dark pact that came with the summoning. At some point, her master had become overconfident and had set her on the Tsar himself. The Tsar, however, had been a very cautious man and had worn protective talismans day and night. When he found out what her master had planned, he had him executed. Only by sheer luck had Elena escaped the very same fate.


After that, the world had been her oyster. She had taken whatever she wanted, traveled a lot, lived in Sweden and England for a while. A few years ago she had founded her own lingerie label in Germany. Mainly as a cover to feed on beautiful young models undisturbed but business had flourished nonetheless.


During that time she had met a blonde French woman named Jolie de Lac, a fallen angel in truth and one of the few women who could match her in looks. Without knowing who she was dealing with, she had lured Jolie into her bed. But the moment she was about to feed on her, the angel's inexhaustible life force had overwhelmed her and opened the opportunity for the calculating beauty to force her into a new pact. As her mistress, she had used the talents of the succubus for her own twisted plans.


Whether it was coincidence or fate, a little later she had bumped into Aya. The raven-haired succubus was the perfect antithesis to Elena's blonde perfection and they had immediately clashed. At first she had cursed Aya for managing, albeit by the narrowest of margins, to beat her in the very discipline she was most confident in: inflicting sexual pleasure. However, on condition that she obey her and learn to control her hunger for human life force, the other demoness had also saved her from being slain by a vengeful angel.


Even though she had hated it at first, if she was honest with herself, she could hardly have met it any better: Her head was still on her shoulders, her will was stronger than ever, and Aya… Well, it had its perks to work with someone who could keep up with her in bed.


When she returned to the nightclub, police cars with flashing blue lights were parked outside the back entrance. A young police officer who saw her coming opened the door for her. The two stunning private investigators were by now quite famous among the police department. As Chris once spilled, a lot of heated lunchtime discussions revolved around which of them was more attractive. She gave the man her most beautiful smile to make sure he would take her side of the argument the next time.


Apparently, she arrived just in time to witness Isabella being led away in handcuffs. Boldly, she stood in her way, causing the policemen who were holding her to stop. Elena eyed the other beauty disparagingly from top to bottom. The braided criminal was now wearing her yellow dress and her coat again. Yes, she had an attractive body, Elena reluctantly admitted, yet no comparison to her own.


"Who the hell are you?" the Italian growled.


"Someone who would love to teach you a lesson if my partner hadn't already." She pulled out her phone and waved it in front of her. "Nice footage."


Unfazed by Isabella's angry hiss, Elena stepped aside and let the cops lead her outside.


Aya, now wearing her stripper outfit again, and Chris stood together in a corner of the room and were chatting. Elena joined them.


"Hi, handsome," she greeted the attractive police officer. She could perfectly understand what Aya saw in him: He was tall, had short light brown hair and a prominent chin. Moreover, he was always a gentleman. "There are some thugs waiting to be picked up not far from here."


"Nice to see you, Elena," he replied. "Aya already told me about it. Thanks to you two, the city is a little safer again."


They hugged, with Elena intentionally pressing herself a little closer to him than necessary to feel his toned muscles.


"Ooh, been hitting the gym a lot lately?" she flirted with him while smiling challengingly at Aya who in turn rolled her eyes theatrically.


"Okay, that's enough," the dark-haired beauty intervened, separating the two. "I think there's work waiting for you, tiger," she told Chris, bidding him farewell with a slap on the butt. When he was gone, she turned to Elena. "Are the girls well?"


She nodded. "They're fine, considering the circumstances. Natalie is on her way to see her mother."


"Good job," Aya complimented, "So, did it feel good to help?"


Elena swayed her head thoughtfully from side to side. "It wasn't bad. But there's something that would make my day even better. That is, if you haven't already over-exerted yourself."


Aya grinned lasciviously. She knew exactly what the other succubus meant. "Did you enjoy the show?"


Elena briefly looked around. There were still two policemen in the room who were busy securing files. Therefore, she stepped closer to Aya and whispered in her ear, "You made it more exciting than necessary. With four hundred years of experience over her, you shouldn't have broken a sweat."


"Experience isn't everything," Aya lectured her. "Cross the wrong bitch on the wrong day and all the experience in the world won't save you."


Elena giggled arrogantly. "Or maybe you're just starting to lose your edge. Why don't you stand guard next time and let me bang all the wannabe sluts. Then I'll show you how it's done."


"Oh yeah?" teased Aya back in a low voice. "Why don't we go to your place so you can show me right now?"


"My place is still full of moving boxes," Elena apologized. "My penthouse was company property and I had to sell the company."


"A shame," Aya mused, "My place, then. Let me just get my jacket."


She turned away, grazing Elena's tits with her own. All but accidentally, as the blonde knew very well. At work, Aya was in charge, but in bed, things were a little different. Elena had been submissive to her as long as the other had trained her to control her hunger. But with that lesson mastered, their rivalry had quickly resurfaced. Both sought to outdo each other in every imaginable form of sexual competition and they never missed an opportunity to test their skills against each other.

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Shortly after, they were sitting in the saddles of their motorcycles riding through the night. Elena on her Ducati, Aya on her Harley.


The latter lived in a fairly ordinary two-room apartment, on the second floor of a tenement downtown. A humble abode by Elena's standards, but it had the advantage that they didn't have to drive far. Also the neighbors didn’t mind if it got loud as the flower shop on the first floor was closed at night, and the old lady next door was virtually deaf.


Elena was incredibly hot for Aya and from the sparkle in the dark-haired succubus' eyes she could tell the feeling was mutual. They pounced on each other as soon as they had closed the apartment door behind them and took off their jackets. Eagerly they began to rip each other's remaining clothes off.


Aroused, Elena sniffed Aya's neck and inhaled her strong, enticing scent. But her keen nose registered something else, something that enraged her.


"I can still smell that tramp's sweat on you," she hissed, "I'm going to rub it off you and drench you with my own."


"Didn’t know you were that jealous" Aya teased her.


She was right. Elena was jealous. She was the only one who deserved to conquer Aya's phenomenal body, the only one worthy of taming her dangerous cunt and claiming it as her price! Still, she pretended to be calm. "Jealous? That whore was wearing yellow lingerie. How desperate for attention can anyone be?"


"Says the one who wears red every day."


"Hey!" complained Elena. "I don't always wear red! Sometimes I mix it with other colors."


By now they had reached the door to Aya's bedroom and didn't have much left on their bodies except their underwear. Of course she wore red today. She simply loved the color more than any other. And Aya, although a bit more willing to experiment with her look, preferred black, as was showing again today. Since it was her stripper outfit, she even wore a bra, unlike she normally did.


"I like you best when you're not wearing anything," Aya breathed, pushing her back against the doorframe. For a brief moment their faces hovered close in front of each other, then they pressed their full, glossy lips together in silent agreement.


It was never just a kiss between them. It was a first test of skill in which they sought to establish dominance and prove their superiority. The tips of their tongues fenced briefly, then slid past each other to conquer the warm, moist oral cavity of the other temptress. Their bra-covered breasts touched in a brief taste of what was about to come. They had their eyes open, Aya's brown ones piercing into Elena's crystal blue ones, watching for any sign of weakness, no matter how small. Their mouths filled with spit as they attempted to devour each other, twisting their flexible pink muscles into slippery knots. With no clear winner, they parted after a while, gasping for air.


"You still kiss like an old nun," Elena teased her.


Aya smirked at her allusion to their first encounter. "You think? Enough foreplay. Get on the bed, you jealous little minx," she ordered, literally shoving the other succubus over the doorstep.


Elena dropped onto the bed, which was also covered in black. She hastily slipped off her shoes and removed her bra. The bedroom of a succubus was a bit like her temple. Her little realm, where she expressed her personality and sexuality. She had spent a lot of time in this one in the last few months and knew it inside out. The walls were decorated with posters of old album covers, mainly rock music, which showed a lot of naked skin. There was even an old electric guitar standing in the corner. She knew that Aya could indeed play the instrument and had actually performed on stage as part of a band in smaller clubs back on the day. Other keepsakes were apparently much older, but their owner didn’t talk a lot about her past, and Elena was not particularly interested in old stories either.


Aya dimmed the light, strutted around the bed and lowered the roller shutter. Normally she didn't mind anyone watching, but not when wings and tails were involved.


She also took off her bra. Her dark brown nipples were hard and stiff in anticipation of the upcoming confrontation, just like Elena's more reddish ones. As Aya bent down to remove her shoes, she daringly flaunted her full, firm ass at her guest, and the blonde seized the opportunity. Their asses had been a focal point of their rivalry since the very beginning, and neither of them was willing to make any concessions in that regard. On all fours, Elena crawled across the bed and playfully bit into one of the juicy ass cheeks with an animalistic growl. Just like her own, Aya's buttocks were both voluptuous and firm, yet her skin remained soft and smooth to the touch.


"Ooh," moaned Aya. "You sneaky whore!" She spun around to face her and jumped onto the bed. Like two cats, they circled each other side by side attempting to sink their teeth into the other's ass. When they succeeded, they began to chew on each other's most prized asset with relish, marking it with bites. Thanks to their regeneration abilities, they did not have to hold back.


Being on her left side, Aya bit into Elena's tattooed cheek and started pinching the other with one hand at the same time. Not to be outdone, Elena did the same and dug her nails as deep into the firm flesh as she could. They ran their hands over and around each other’s peach shaped glutes, down their inner thighs, stroking, squeezing and kneading whatever they could get a hold of. A burning wave of jealousy swept through Elena. No one but herself was allowed to have such a perfect ass!


Their bites soon became more tender as their aggressiveness turned more and more sensual. The intense scent of Aya's nearby pussy rose to Elena's nose, drawing her in irresistibly. It was not the scent of prey that clung to most women. It was that of a rival predator whose territory she had invaded. One that she had to overwhelm and dominate if she didn't want to end up as prey herself.


With her hands, Elena pulled down the thong of the dark-haired succubus just when she did the same with hers. They both tried to push their noses into each other's sex organ, which eventually caused them to lose their footing and come to lie side by side, arms entwined in each other's legs. The object of her desire was right in front of Elena, glistening moistly in the dim light. The knowledge that less than an hour ago another woman had licked it only increased her desire to pleasureo Aya better than she had ever been pleasured before.


"Ready to go sixty-nine with me?" purred Aya.


"I was summoned ready!" claimed Elena, placing her lips on Aya's labia. Her rival did the same and immediately they began eating each other out lustfully. They knew each other's bodies so well by now that it could only be a matter of minutes before the first of them exploded, and Elena knew it could go either way.


"Hmm," Aya moaned as Elena licked out her vaginal walls with her tongue like a bowl of delicious ice cream. At the same time she squeezed and massaged her aroused rival's ass and inner thighs to increase the pleasure even more.


"Ooh," Elena moaned as Aya followed suit, devouring her like she was starving. Lustful spasms shook the blonde as the raven changed tactics and tenderly took her swollen clit between her teeth. By a hair, she would have come right here and now. In the back of her mind, she realized how much she was at a disadvantage at the moment: Aya just has had a release, while watching her had made Elena incredibly horny.


Only with great effort she forced back the overwhelming lust and went on the counterattack. She put her lips around Aya's clit and started sucking it like a lollipop. Immediately she was rewarded with a desperate moan. She could feel the other succubus' body begin to quiver. Despite it all, her opponent wasn't far from her own orgasm either.


Both continued their oral onslaught with renewed vigor. In the end it was a particularly sharp pinch in Elena's ass, the perfect mix of pain and pleasure, that broke her concentration and made her lose all control over her body.


"Oh fuck!" she screamed. "You sexy slut! You ravenous cunt!"


But it was too late. The orgasm shook her and her pussy released the pent-up juices which Aya greedily swallowed. Elena tried to pull her over the edge with her at least, but her dark-haired adversary was already one step ahead. She rolled her onto her back and lifted her pelvis up into the air, out of reach of the currently completely defenseless Elena, who felt betrayed for her prize.


After Aya had drunk her fill, she turned to face her, and licked her lips with delight. Smiling cockily she turned around, crawling over her on all fours. Elena could only snarl in defiance as her arms got pinned to the mattress. The powerful breasts of her dark haired sex rival swayed menacingly above hers, the tips of their nipples only centimeters apart. Her long black hair fell down on her, forming a curtain around them that made it look as if their faces were floating in a dark void. Being a proud blonde, Elena would never have admitted it, but she loved to feel that soft, silky hair on her skin. A part of her just wanted to lay back and let the tantalizing temptress on top of her fuck her into oblivion. But her desire to reverse their positions, and take control was much stronger still. She just had to wait for her opportunity.


"Demanding to lead investigations, flirting with Chris right in front of me… " Aya teased her. "I think I have to put you back in your place. There's a reason the better woman should confront dangerous criminals like that wild chick I brought to heel today. She probably would have squashed your puny little tits and then made you her bitch if you had been in my place."


"In your dreams," Elena snapped back. "My tits would have destroyed hers."


"Let's see how long they last against mine," Aya suggested, lowering her perfect, round breasts to the blonde's slightly smaller ones. The touch sent new waves of arousal through Elena's body. Aya's breasts were soft yet firm, their olive skin seemed to melt right into Elena's fair skin, and her swollen nipples dug deep into her areolas. Elena's own milk buds tried to fend off the invaders, but they were still soft from her recent orgasm and were easily pushed around and bent by Aya's rock hard tips.


"Just as I thought" the woman on top bragged. "Your puny little puppies seem to be intimidated by my big, mighty mounds. Like they should be."


Elena moaned in frustration. While Aya took advantage of her weakness and dominated her boobs, she mindfully kept her pussy at a distance and thus avoided any retaliation. But she was still close to her own orgasm, and Elena already had a plan to draw her opponent out.


"Intimidated?" she countered. "Maybe you've forgotten that these breasts have already gone nipple to nipple with Jolie's. And those were quite a bit more impressive than yours. Actually, I’d say she could do me better than you any day of the week."


In fact Elena loved to grind her glands into those of bustier women and humble them, or at least, fight them to a standstill. That was especially true when it came to the other succubus who was ever so haughty because of their minor size disparity.


Above her, Aya bared her teeth. "Jolie? You mean the whore whose overrated rack I crushed with mine before I made her scream out her surrender beneath me?"


The Raven tried not to let on, but Elena wasn’t fooled. Just like herself, it aroused Aya immensely to be compared to other women, and Jolie in particular was a red rag to her because of the special circumstances of their encounter.


"Oh please," Elena teased her further. "We both know that wasn't a fair match. And let me tell you this: big boobs are worth nothing without proper nipples to defend them!"


While they had been exchanging pleasantries, the constant grinding had caused Elena's reddish sticks to swell to full length again. Now she aligned them with Ayas as best she could, and this time they didn't give way.


"Ahhh," the Arabian beauty moaned in surprise. But instead of engaging in a fair fight, she switched tactics again and slid backward a bit. "I'll keep that in mind," she promised, lowering her mouth to Elena's right tit, which she began to chew and suck relentlessly. All while her toned belly was rubbing against her crotch.


"Oooh," it was Elena's turn to moan. Again Aya applied the perfect mix of pain and pleasure which immediately overwhelmed her defenses. If she didn't want to be humiliated by experiencing a second orgasm in a row, she had to act fast. The good thing was that Aya's change in position meant that she could no longer pin her to the mattress with all her weight. Deciding on the spur of the moment, the blonde wrapped her powerful legs around her rival's waist and rolled her around with all her strength. They wrestled briefly, lean muscles locking and straining, until Elena was able to consolidate her dominant position. She came to sit on the other succubus' belly, straightened her upper body and thus withdrew her sensitive breasts from the hungry mouth of the raven.


With wide eyes, Aya looked up at her, fully realizing she was in trouble now.


"You know," Elena taunted her, "there is one advantage you have over Jolie. I can feast on you."


As she spoke, she changed into her demon form. Short, red horns grew from her forehead and equally red wings unfolded on her back. She used them to keep her balance as Aya reared up and tried in vain to shake her off. Her tail didn't hesitate and immediately started caressing the exposed pussy of the bottom succubus, while Elena's hands reached for her shapely tits and started to fondle them eagerly. She loved to knead these globes and knew that the woman they belong to enjoyed it just as much when she did so.


"Oh you dirty fuck!" gasped Aya, now changing into her true form herself. Her horns grew and her black wings burst out from between her back and the mattress. Most importantly, her tail slapped Elena's aside and then literally wrapped around it when it wouldn't let go of her pussy, effectively neutralizing it. Impressive, considering how clumsy Aya had been with that demonic body part when they had first met. Elena hadn't been the only one to learn something from the other succubus.


The two predators were now fully awake and eager to establish the hierarchy between them, at least for that night. Although neither intended to harm the other, the mere knowledge that it was possible for them to completely drain each other's life force if the wanted to, added to the thrill of their confrontation. Which one of them was really the most dangerous demoness when it came down to it?


For the moment Elena had the advantage. As Aya reached up, to grab her boobs in return the blond avoided her by releasing her juicy milk bags and leaning back. Instead, she reached behind her with her right hand to insert her fingers into Aya's dripping wet cunt. With the other hand she fought off her adversary’s feeble attempts to topple her.


There was little Aya could do. As close as she was to her orgasm already, it took only minutes of skillful fingering till her eyes rolled back and she screamed out her surrender.


"Oh yes, oh YES! You slut! You beautiful bitch! Fuck me raw!"


As she splashed Elena's hand with hot girl juice, the blonde slammed her magical fangs into the other's soul and savored her life force in the form of the sexual energy that left her body. It was the only kind of life force that succubi could use, and only while her victim was experiencing an orgasm. Although their window of opportunity was short, a really good climax like Aya just had was usually enough to suck an average human dry. This would extend the succubus' life span by about a month or two. But when she fed on Aya, it was only to experience the thrill of the hunt. Therefore, she forced herself to let go immediately, taking only a little bit of her rival, just enough to make her feel it.


"Oh, you wild beast," Aya moaned as her orgasm slowly subsided. "I'm going to get back at you for this. I'm going to reclaim what's mine."


"Yes, you will," Elena murmured, licking Aya's sweet juices from her fingers with pleasure. "And then I'll rob it again. Until one of us can't go on anymore."


"That will be you," Aya promised. "I'll make you my fuck doll. You'll wear your hair in cute pigtails and put on a black lolita dress for as long as I demand."


Elena laughed mockingly. "On the contrary, it will be you. I will subjugate you and then I'll decorate this whole room red to mark the beginning of my reign. You will crawl on all fours before your Queen every time I pay you a visit."


She bent down to the other demoness locking horns with her. "Tonight you will be mine," she promised.


"No, you will be mine," Aya countered, pulling her in closer and possessively wrapping her black wings around the blonde's hips forming a tight cocoon.





Chapter 3 – A Score to Settle




The next morning, Aya awoke with a sleeping Elena beside her. They had both regained human form and the blonde looked peaceful and satisfied. Her soft blonde hair covered Aya's naked torso like a silk shawl. She was too proud of her own black mane to admit it openly, but she loved to touch these long golden strands and feel them on her skin.



They had ravaged each other last night until they both lost consciousness from exhaustion. It was hard to say who had fared better. Quite possibly Elena, although she lost count at some point. She just wasn't able to tame the younger demoness, at least not for long. Of course, she could have commanded her to submit. Katrin, the guardian angel Aya teamed up with, had spared Elena's life on the condition that she would obey the other succubus. But that was not what she wanted. Not between the sheets, at least. She wanted to conquer and outperform Elena's sexuality with her own, in a contest between equals.


By now, she wasn't sure if she would ever succeed. Perhaps they were too evenly matched and destined to compete for all eternity without one proving superior. So far Elena exceeded all her expectations. She had learned to control her dark hunger much faster than Aya had managed. Even if she gave herself credit for being at a younger age back then. Moreover, Aya herself had developed considerably more confidence in dealing with her own murderous cravings since sharing a bed with the other succubus. In the decades and centuries before, she had only ever fed when absolutely necessary. With Elena, it was suddenly possible for her to do it for fun without harming anyone, and she enjoyed it more than she was willing to admit.


Gently, without waking the sleeping beauty next to her, Aya stood up. It was tempting to take advantage of the situation now and pounce like a hungry animal on the great piece of ass hiding under the sheets, but she held back. She had some work to do today and if she started something now, they wouldn't get out of bed before noon. Naked, she made her way to the bathroom. After a quick shower, she put on her slippers and a semi-sheer robe and made some coffee.


When she returned to the bedroom with a steaming cup, Elena was sitting upright in bed, the blanket covering her breasts, blinking at her with sleepy eyes.


"Good morning, late riser," Aya greeted her, pulling up the shutter. The sudden brightness made her guest squint her eyes.


"What a night," Elena murmured. "It feels like I ran a marathon." She arched her back and stretched out her tired arms, causing the blanket to slide down and reveal her bare breasts. Damn, did her tits look yummy…


Aya nodded. "This time we really went the distance."


A triumphant grin suddenly appeared on the blonde seductress's face. "But if I'm not mistaken, you passed out first."


"Yet, it obviously took you longer to recover, sleepyhead," the dark-haired temptress countered.


Elena thought about her words for a moment. "Do you want to call it a draw?"


After a moment's consideration, Aya agreed. "Seems fair. And the next time we infiltrate a hot criminal's lair, you get to lead the charge."


Her expression brightened. "Really?"


"Sure. You're still a cocky bitch, but you deserve it. Oh, and when Katrin comes back, I will recommend her to leave your head on."


Elena shook back her hair and stuck her chin out snootily. "If she ever comes back. Maybe she forgot all about you by now."


"Hah, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?" Aya dismissed the objection. Truth to be told, however, she was starting to worry about the angel. Katrin had declared she would be gone for a few months, but now it was almost half a year.


"Oh, by the way," Elena spoke up, "where's my coffee?"


Aya rolled her eyes in annoyance. "See, that's what I mean. Help yourself in the kitchen. This isn't a hotel."


The blonde demonstratively pouted. "Next time we should invite your boyfriend again for a threesome, at least he has some manners. You’re not withholding him from me, are you? Remember: Sharing is caring."


"Chris has a lot on his plate right now. Besides, he's not my boyfriend. We're just two grown-ups who like to have sex with each other."


Elena’s look betrayed how little credence she gave to Aya's account. "Still miffed because he thought my ass was better?" she teased.


Aya raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Excuse me, he didn't. He literally said mine was a tiny bit more supple than yours."


"Well, I hate to bring you back down to earth," Elena replied, "But that's just a polite way of saying your butt sags. He stated quite clearly that he found mine a tiny bit tighter."


"Oh really?" countered Aya unimpressed. "That's just a polite way of saying your cheeks are scrawny"


They glared at each other in a feisty manner and then began to giggle almost simultaneously. "He really is a gentleman," Aya remarked. "Now get out of my bed you little tease. I've got new sheets to put on."

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After Elena left, Aya spent Saturday morning running some errands and doing some housework. At noon Chris called her and apologized that he would not have time to see her this weekend. Too many colleagues were sick at the moment and he had to work double shifts. He promised to make it up to her next week. At least he confirmed that Isabella had made a full confession. The police, however, were as clueless as she was about who was hiding behind the P. R. cipher. Chris’ best guess was Pavel Romanov, a high ranking member of the Russian Bratva who was known to be involved in human trafficking, but at this point they had no further evidence leading up to him.


Even though she understood his situation, she now regretted having thrown Elena out a little prematurely. She considered calling the blonde, but didn't want to risk looking too desperate. Not that this bitch was getting any ideas!


Instead, she made herself a cozy afternoon on the couch. After flipping through the television channels for a while, she grabbed a book she was in the midst of reading. It was a raunchy novella about the erotic adventures of a French maid who fucked her way through high society in the Victorian era. It was by no means historically accurate but quite entertaining.


When she went to sleep, she noticed that her bed surprisingly still smelled a little of Elena and that night she had a crazy dream in which she was wearing a sexy maid outfit and serving coffee to the blonde. The next morning she followed her suspicions, opened the covers of her pillows and found the red thong Elena had worn on Friday inside one.


You naughty little bitch. Shaking her head, she stashed the piece in her nightstand drawer. She would figure out how to return the favor appropriately. A little later, when she had just finished her morning routine, and was about to set herself up for another uneventful day, the doorbell rang.


Notwithstanding the fact that she was wearing nothing more than a thong and warm, thigh-high woolen stockings underneath her sheer robe, Aya curiously opened the door. There she stood: half a head taller than her, dressed in a white winter coat and a matching cap under which long, light brown hair cascaded down. Despite, or perhaps because of, her somewhat prominent nose, her face was one of the most beautiful Aya had ever seen, and the Succubus knew that the body under the coat was every bit as gorgeous.


"Katrin!" realized Aya, dumbfounded. The other woman had first been introduced to her as Katrin Weiß, a federal police officer. They had developed a short but fierce mutual rivalry. During their very intimate confrontation, she had revealed herself as a guardian angel and forced the succubus into a magical pact of servitude. However, when they both realized that they were on the same side, their mutual dislike had developed into an equally passionate affection.


"Hello Aya. You look stunning." For a moment, the visitor's dark brown eyes wandered over the succubus' scantily clad body as if entranced, before she became aware of it and bashfully lowered her gaze. "I hope I'm not intruding," she explained sheepishly. "I probably should have called ahead, but I wanted to surprise you. And I brought some champagne and chocolates." She presented a colorful paper bag with the head of a bottle sticking out of it and gave Aya a disarming smile.


The succubus, however, furrowed her brow in reproach and crossed her arms in front of her chest.


"Five months! Almost half a year without a message, without a single sign of life! I was worried about you!"


"I'm infinitely sorry about that," Katrin apologized, making an imploring gesture with her hands. "I thought about you day and night, but I wasn't allowed to contact you. Please, I can explain."


"You better should," muttered Aya, whose anger had already dissipating. She was too happy to finally see the beautiful angel again. "Come inside first, then take your time telling me everything."


While Katrin took off her coat, Aya helped her with the shopping bag and put the champagne in the fridge. Shortly after, they both found themselves with a cup of coffee in hand on the sofa in the living room, the same one on which they had spent their first and so far only night together. The angel was wearing warm, light blue leggings that clung to her long athletic legs like a second skin and a comfortable white winter sweater that made it hard for Aya not to snuggle up to her right away.


"So," Aya wanted to know, tantalizingly crossing her legs. "What kept you from calling in for months?"


"Well," Katrin replied in a serious tone, "Not everyone at the Bastion approved of the circumstances under which I arrested Jolie."


"The Bastion?"


"The Bastion of Light. Something like our headquarters," the angel explained. "Some cherubim were and still are of the opinion I should have put Elena to the sword and you right along with her. The fact that I cooperated with a demoness has resulted in an official investigation."


Aya's eyes narrowed indignantly. "How can they think such a thing? We are no monsters! Thanks to the new, improved potions, we get along entirely without human life force."


"You have to understand," Katrin quickly placated her. "Most of us have been fighting demons for centuries or even millennia, and they don't know you as well as I do. But don't worry: I was able to convince the Cherubim High Command that you pose no danger to the general public. And I hope Elena doesn't either. How is she holding up?"


"Pretty good. To be honest, I'm a little jealous. She's learned to control her hunger in a few months, which took me years of torture."


Katrin looked at her in surprise. "Torture? What do you mean by that?"


Aya sighed, already regretting that she had brought up the subject. "About three hundred years ago, I thought it was a good idea to hide from the public by joining a convent. But the nasty nuns saw right through my disguise and put me in shackles. The abbess forced me into a dark pact. She was not as considerate as you. Instead, she used her power over me to forcefully interrupt my feeding. Again and again. It was painful, but like a dog that fears the stick, I learned to control the urge myself."


Katrin looked visibly shocked. "What kind of convent was that?"


The succubus shuddered when she thought back to it. They had called themselves the convent of the purple rose but beneath the pious façade, they had been masters of torture and domination. Only by seducing a young novice she had been able to escape.


"Doesn’t matter", Aye replied. "I burned the place down on my way out."


Katrin moved a little closer on the sofa and put her hand on her shoulder comfortingly. "I'm sorry, I didn't know."


Aya gave her a grateful smile and for a moment simply enjoyed the closeness of the other woman. She believed Katrin's explanations so far, but couldn't shake off the feeling that the angel hadn't told her everything. While she was still thinking about what reason she might have to hide something from her, Katrin's fingers had already begun to play with the black strands of the succubus' hair. As if they were possessed by a will of their own, their thighs began to rub tenderly against each other. The arousing touch immediately made every other thought fade into the background.


"I missed you," whispered the angel.


"I missed you too," breathed the succubus. As if also a silent signal, they closed their eyes and kissed each other on the mouth.


For far too long, Aya had longed for those lips. Soft and moist, they pressed down on hers like two juicy slices of peach, inviting her to suck on them long and hard. This was not an aggressive, challenging kiss like with Elena. Katrin wasn't trying to outdo and control her, she was just as eager to finally feel the succubus' taste on her tongue again as vice versa.


"We have a lot of catching up to do," the angel whispered after their lips parted again.


"We do," Aya breathed in affirmation. "And we have all day for it. But before that, there's something we need to sort out."


"What do you mean?" murmured Katrin impatiently, trying to place another kiss on Aya's lips. However, she only met the cheek, as the succubus turned aside.


"My girls have a score to settle with yours."


Katrin rolled her eyes in annoyance. "You want a titfight? Now? Can't it wait?"


"I've been waiting long enough for my rematch," Aya complained, "and I can't have you running around that bastion bragging to everyone about how exactly you subdued a succubus."


"I would never do that!" declared Katrin indignantly. When Aya stared at her from narrowed eyes, she conceded, "maybe I mentioned it once or twice…"


"I knew it!", Aya found her suspicion confirmed, "But that's over now. My tits are going to put your tits in their place." She leaned back on the sofa, thrusting her chest forward in challenge, and grinned cockily. "Unless you admit that you cheated and wouldn't stand a chance in a fair contest."


Involuntarily, Katrin imitated the demoness' pose. Her face took on a stern expression, as Aya had obviously managed to ignite her competitive spark. Their original rivalry stemmed in no small part from their nearly identical bosoms, of which both women were very proud to say the least.


"I beat you fair and square and was willing to leave it at that," the angel said. "But if your girls absolutely insist on another pounding, mine are more than willing to help out. However, if we're going to do this, we're going to do it right. Remember how we agreed to drink Ramona's breast enhancement potion before?"


Aya grinned, "Of course."


"Well, unfortunately it's Sunday, so I guess her store is closed, like all the stores in Germany are," Katrin shrugged regretfully. "I suggest we postpone it until the coming week. That way I can still have some fun with your juicy boobs today before I squash them."


"Her store may be closed," Aya replied impassively, "but I have her private number for emergencies. Let's call her right away."


She grabbed her phone and dialed the number of the young, red-haired witch. Ramona Ivanescu provided her with potions that made it unnecessary to feed on humans, but beyond that, she was also a good friend that the succubus could always rely on. When she picked up, however, Ramona sounded a bit irritated.


"Aya? I hope this is urgent, because I'm up to my neck in preparations for the lunar eclipse."


"The lunar eclipse?" the succubus asked confused, turning on the speaker so Katrin could listen in.


"Yes, there will be a partial eclipse tomorrow night." the witch specified. "They say it’s gonna be a beautiful blood moon. The next one won't be for several decades at these latitudes."


"What's so important about that?"


"Jeez!" Ramona complained. "For a supernatural being, you really don't know squat about the occult. Certain types of magic work much stronger during a blood moon. I can charge ten times as much for potions I brew during that time. But the event only lasts for about two hours, so everything must be prepared in advance."


"Too bad," Aya replied, disappointed. "Because I just have a visit from a friend who thinks her boobs are better than mine. I was hoping you could help us settle this dispute once and for all with your special potion."


"Katrin is back?" the witch exclaimed in surprise.


"Hello Ramona," the angel spoke up. "How are you?"


"Oh my God!" the voice on the other end of the line almost rolled over, "Can I watch? Please!"


Aya and Katrin exchanged a quick glance and grinned in silent agreement.


"Of course," the succubus agreed. "After all, someone has to watch out that this sly vixen here doesn't cheat again."


"And I need a witness," Katrin also agreed, "so that your butthurt friend doesn't come up with another excuse when I humiliate her."


"I'll be there in fifteen minutes!" promised Ramona, sounding completely out of her mind. "Don't start anything without me!"




Chapter 4 – Lessons to be Learned



When Ramona arrived, Aya and Katrin had already moved the living room table out of the way to create an improvised arena. While not as well-endowed as the two competitors, the twenty-three-year-old witch was a real cutie with her curly, fiery red mane. Taking off her coat and unwrapping herself from her crocheted scarf, she could hardly hide her excitement. Underneath, she wore dungarees full of colorful stains, as she had probably rushed out of her alchemist's kitchen without changing first.


"I'm so glad you're finally back," she chirped after giving first Aya then Katrin a quick hug. "Are you staying longer?"


"Just a few days for now," Katrin tempered her enthusiasm. "How is your mother?"


"Holding up quite well," Ramona reported, "considering she was held hostage for three years. She's visiting relatives in the Countryside right now, but next summer we plan to spend a long vacation together. Just mother and daughter."


"Sounds great," Katrin deemed. She then turned to Aya. "Last chance to call it off."


"You wish," Aya replied with a grin, brushing off her robe. She was far to exited to back down, especially in front of Ramona who had admired her boobs since her teenage years. Naked except for her thong and thigh-high woolen stockings, she stretched her bosom challengingly towards the other woman. "These girls are ready to march into battle."


Katrin bared her teeth in anticipation and then pulled her sweater over her head. A quick reach behind her back and her white lace bra fell to the floor. Her mighty breasts seemed unaffected by gravity just like Aya's. And they were every bit as full and round, two magnificent examples of indomitable femininity. The brunettes nipples and areolas were slightly lighter in color than her own but of equal size and shape.


"And these girls take no prisoners," Katrin boasted.


The succubus knew that those perfect breasts rivaled hers in weight and firmness as well. All the greater was her desire to conquer them, to dominate them and prove that her pair was just a little bit better.


Ramona stared from one to the other with her mouth open. "You’re really going to do this, aren’t you? After months of not seeing each other, the first thing you do is a titfight?" She clapped her hands in excitement. "That's so cool!"


"Only because she insists," Katrin claimed. "It's childish but with five hundred years of experience, I'm not going to let a young upstart like her get any ideas."


"Oh yeah?", Aya teased her, "So you got hundred years up on me, granny. Let's see if your experience can compensate for your inferior looks."


Katrin just smirked haughtily.


"I'm so grateful to you for letting me watch!" rejoiced Ramona. "I could be the first witch to answer an age-old question that occultists have been arguing about for all eternity."


"And what would that be?" the other two women asked almost simultaneously.


"Well, who's sexier of course. Demonesses or female angels. You know the former are the embodiment of their summoner’s most erotic fantasies, so they are obviously very hot. The latter turn into idealized versions of themselves upon ascending, which means they are incredibly beautiful too. It's a heated debate, just like vampires versus werewolves."


"Vampires are overrated," Katrin claimed , "Too cold, too bloodless. And come sunrise, they're usually exhausted."


"So are werewolves," Aya replied. "Too hairy and only really in the mood during the full moon."


In complete astonishment, the witch stared at them, eyes wide open. "Are you telling me that you…?"


"Do you have the potions?", Katrin interrupted her. "I'd like to get this over with."


"Well… sure," Ramona stammered and fumbled a small glass vial out of her pocket, which she handed to Katrin.


"It takes about five minutes for the effects to kick in," she explained absently, staring mesmerized at the angel's bare breasts. "You'll grow about a cup size and your nipples will get incredibly long and hard for the next few hours. Can I touch them before that? Just to have a comparison…"


While swallowing her potion, Katrin brushed aside the witch's greedy fingers that had approached the seductively dangling orbs as if they were under a will of their own.


"Okay, just watch, don't touch," she resigned. "Mind if I record it? For research purposes only of course."


"Touch your phone and I'll flatten yours next," Aya warned, "Now give me my potion already."


"Oh, of course," she recalled, handing Aya an identical vial, which the succubus emptied in one go.


"Are you sure you can take her on?" Ramona whispered to her friend. "I know how strong your girls are, but hers look like their evil twins from a parallel universe."


Aya grinned with confidence. "Watch and learn." With that, she took a step toward Katrin so that the tips of their nipples were almost touching and gave the opposing glands a dismissive look. "Let's get this straight," she said to the angel's face. "Just tits against tits. No armlocks, no pressing against any walls. We can use our hands, but only to get a hold on each other."


"Agreed," Katrin confirmed, putting her hands on her hips. "My reigning champs need no help in teaching your second rated contenders another lesson."


The succubus replied with a fake laugh and turned her head to Ramona. "The first lesson is not to be intimidated by empty threats. A real woman is proud of her breasts and knows what they are capable of. And in a few minutes, when the effects of the potion kick in, this cocky bitch over there will find out too."


Having said that, she gasped in shock when Katrin suddenly wrapped her arms around her waist and pulled her close. "Why wait that long?" the angel whispered. They both moaned as their breasts touched and their nipples dug into the soft female flesh of the other. It wasn't painful yet, but tight enough to feel the intimidating weight and firmness of the opposing pair.


"Here's the second lesson," Katrin told Ramona. "Always keep the initiative." The young witch nodded silently, mesmerized by the sight, of the colliding masses.


Aya quickly recovered from her surprise and returned the embrace. Feeling Katrin's boobs against hers was fantastic, but she would have plenty of time to enjoy it later. Right now, the first thing to do was to make it clear who ruled the limited space between them, and her own jugs couldn't wait to press their territorial claim.


The two women growled at each other as they rubbed their tits harder into their respective counterparts starting a slow circular grind. Forehead to forehead they leaned against each other, the tips of their noses touching, their eyes fixed on the bulging mounds of flesh between them. Sharp moans escaped them whenever their respective opponent's erect nipples dug into their own sensitive areolae.


"Can you feel it?" gasped Katrin, "My beauties are growing. They're outgrowing yours."


Indeed: the angel's impressive breasts had begun to expand. The space between them was now dominated by her lighter-skinned knockers, while Aya's tanned girls were pushed back. Katrin had drunk the potion a little earlier and the effect must have kicked in a little faster accordingly.


"They've never felt so stout," the angel rejoiced. "My nipples have never been this long and hard. Feel how powerful they are. Feel them overwhelm your puny little titties."


"She's right!" affirmed Ramona impressed, leaning forward to get a close-up look. "Your boobs are bulging out to the side like they're made of foam!"


Aya bared her teeth in pain and tried to push her opponent away, but Katrin's strong arms wouldn't let go. She had to hold on until the effect started to set in on her as well. Already she felt her battered bags begin to swell getting ready face their all-powerful opponents.


"You cheating slut!" she growled, "You're not going to best my proud breasts so easily!"


Their feminine glands had already become quite slippery from the sweat they had shed, and so Aya managed to slide her tits under Katrin's and push them upwards. A maneuver that elicited a surprised gasp from the angel.


"Here is your third lesson," Aya instructed Ramona. "If your opponent is taller than you, just shove her worthless jugs up into her face where they belong."


"Fuck," Katrin growled, taking a wider stance to bring her breasts back down to the same height. "You'd better forget that lesson immediately, girl" she advised Ramona, "because if your opponent is smaller, you can always lean further forward to gain leverage and to attack her cowardly little titties head on."


"Damn," the witch muttered. "I should have brought a notepad."


Although Katrin had succeeded in getting their breasts to line up again, the succubus' had grown to almost the same size by now and continued to inflate. The angel's temporary advantage was thus all but gone.


"Mine are totally outgrowing yours!" bragged Aya. "Now feel their wrath!" Katrin hissed angrily in response.


With renewed vigor, they pressed their breasts into each other. They were almost as hard and taut as rubber balls and each pair refused to give in to the other. Aya decided to repeat her previous tactic and attack from below. This time, however, she simultaneously clawed at Katrin's long brown hair, forcing her to bend over backwards.


"Ow!, that's not fair!" the angel complained enraged as Aya pushed her back.


It is fair!", Aya countered with a sly grin. "We agreed to use our hands to hold each other." To Ramona she said, "Never forget that all is fair in love and war."


It came as it had to come, and the two titfighting women crashed into a dresser. An empty flower vase became unbalanced and threatened to fall down, but Ramona had the presence of mind to catch it at the last moment.


"No harm done," she announced. "Just keep going."


"Well," Katrin growled, "if that's fair, what about this?" She grabbed her opponent's black thong with both hands and pulled it up with a powerful yank.


"Ouch!" howled Aya as it felt like the fabric was cutting her pussy in half. "You nasty slut!"


"And the most important lesson is," Katrin lectured the shocked witch, "Karma is a bitch!"


Aya had to stand on her tiptoes to ease the pain, making it easy for Katrin to push her back in the other direction. With their upper bodies bent backwards and nipples pointing to the ceiling, their taut bellies started to rub against each other. Not long and the succubus felt the opposite wall in her back while her tits were mercilessly squeezed by those of her opponent.


"I'll let go if you let go," Aya hissed, leaning her head on Katrin's shoulder.


"Agreed."


In silent consent, they simultaneously let go, and Aya pushed her rival back into the center of the room. The angel's breasts were reddened, but a glance down at her own confirmed that they fared no better.


"Wow, that was intense," Ramona commented. "Is it a draw?"


Katrin shook back her disheveled hair and grinned wickedly. "'No fucking way. That filthy demon bitch challenged my angelic breasts and now she's in for a punishment."


Aya was glad to hear that her opponent was willing to go the distance, because she certainly hadn't waited five months for this moment to settle for a draw.


"We'll see who dishes out the punishment," she snorted, throwing herself at her opponent with renewed fighting spirit.


Katrin's toned body tensed and they met halfway. With an audible thump, their magically enlarged breasts collided and if they hadn't immediately clasped each other, they probably would have recoiled a few steps.


But as it was, they wrestled with each other in the middle of the room, slowly beginning to spin in circles without either of them gaining the upper hand.


"You stubborn slut," Katrin cursed, "just admit that mine are better!"


"Fuck your tits!" Aya shot back. "Mine have always been better!"


While they pounded their breasts into one another and struggled for a better position, Katrin suddenly stumbled over the edge of the living room rug. In her fall, she dragged Aya with her, who landed on top of her with all her weight.


"Argh!" cried Katrin as her breasts flattened under Aya's, the air escaping her lungs.


"Woah," Ramona exclaimed, leaping swiftly out of the way.


Aya, too, was dazed at first, but immediately realized that Katrin's seemingly invincible breasts had finally given way and deformed noticeably beneath hers. The familiar feeling that her tits were about to conquer that of another proud, busty woman sent a jolt of excitement through her body.


Pressing her advantage, she lifted her torso a bit and let her wrecking balls crash down on their counterparts one more time. Both women cried in pain but once again she could feel the angel’s jugs yielding a little more.


"Had enough?" she asked through clenched teeth.


"Bring it bitch!" Katrin defied her, her face a mask of anguish.


Aya gladly obliged. Like battering rams, her powerful breasts smashed Katrin's once proud twin bastions again and again until the latter gave way like jello. Her victim tried to squirm out from under her, but she wouldn't let her. Instead, she ground her breasts into her rival's as hard and as tight as she could. She could feel her throbbing nipples pushing directly into Katrins pointed tips and painfully pushing them back into the now soft flesh.


"Fuck, I give up!" the angel surrendered. "My breasts can't take any more!"


Aya looked down at her opponent, enjoying the look of shame and disappointment on her face for a moment. "That means mine are better?" she demanded to know.


"They are," Katrin reluctantly conceded. "Today, at least. But I want a tiebreaker."


The defeated woman gave Aya a defiant look that made her smirk.


"Your tits put up a good fight," she admitted to her. "You'll get one." She paused rhetorically before adding, "In five months from now.'"


"You cunt," Katrin complained with mock indignation but couldn't help smirking back. They both knew that the last word between their brave girls was not spoken, but for the moment they could both live well with the agreement. Slowly, Aya lowered her lips to Katrin's and closed her eyes. They sealed the deal with a long tender kiss.


"That was absolutely amazing!", Ramona snapped them back to reality. "First it looked even, then I thought Katrin was going to win, but then it turned again! First it was like bam and then it was like pow…"


Lying on the ground, they both watched the young witch dancing around them, reenacting the fight. Suddenly, however, she paused and thoughtfully said, "Hm, I think I owe my mother ten bucks now…"


"You were betting against me?" asked Aya indignantly. "What kind of friend are you?"


The witch put on an apologetic smile. "Well, I thought, since Katrin has already succeeded once it was save to assume… Anyway, what's up next? A sexfight?"


"Don't you still have to make preparations for the lunar eclipse?" the succubus asked, slightly annoyed.


"Well yeah, technically I do," Ramona waved it off, "but it's going to be hard to think about anything other than your breasts as they…"


She paused as her gaze met that of the two women. "Ah, I see, you need privacy. After all, you haven't seen each other in a while. I'm already gone, so to speak."


She scuttled out into the hallway and slipped on her coat while Aya disengaged herself from Katrin and helped her to her feet. Carefully massaging their battered breasts, they said goodbye to the young witch.


"And many thanks for all the valuable lessons," she thanked them. "I will keep them to my heart and when the time has come…" she fixed Aya from narrowed eyes, "…I will defeat these thingies."


She poked Aya's left tit with her finger, eliciting a surprised squeal from the succubus, then rushed off laughing before the demon could return the favor. "Until next time," Ramona called from the stairwell.


"What a saucy little brat!" grumbled Aya as she closed the apartment door.


"I wonder where she got that from", Katrin noted with a smirk.


The Succubus gave her a face and strutted past her into the kitchen, "Do your girls need some ice? They look like they've been hit by a bus."


While she didn't have any ice in the freezer, she did have a cold bottle of champagne, which Katrin, gratefully pressed to her bosom to ease her pain.


"God, Aya, you were savage. You really wanted to win, didn't you?"


"Don't tell me you went easy on me."


Resolutely, Katrin shook her head. "No way. Your girls deserved their victory. And you know what else they deserve?"


"What would that be?" asked Aya curiously.


Suddenly Katrin started shaking the bottle and then pulled out the cork. "This!"


Aya shrieked in shock as the cold tingly drink splashed over her bosom, giving her goosebumps. Some of it even trickled down her body, wetting her thong.


"Are you crazy? You're ruining my kitchen!"


Katrin approached her with a seductive smile. "For a sinful demoness of lust, you're quite prissy, you know that?"


She pushed Aya against the kitchen table and placed the bottle next to her. The succubus let it happen and sat down on the tabletop, eager to find out what the angel had in mind.


"Your champions deserve a reward," Katrin declared, lowering her face to Aya's wet, glistening breasts. "And I'm going to deliver it to them."


With that, she began tenderly licking the victorious breasts. First one, then the other. She then took the stiff nipples into her mouth and began to gently suck on them. Bruised as they were, it was not entirely painless for Aya. Despite her regenerative ability, it would take a few hours for her puppies to fully recover, but, the pleasure far outweighed it. Katrin excelled at caressing another woman's breasts, that was immediately obvious.


"Yes," Aya moaned aroused. "Lick them, suck them, chew on them. Worship my glorious tits!"


"That's what I'm going to do," Katrin mumbled into her bosom. "Until they shrink to their normal size, and then some more."


"Mmh," Aya gasped with relish. "That wouldn't be fair." She pushed Katrin gently but firmly away from her. "Your girls deserve a reward for their second place, too." She winked at her, then took the champagne bottle that stood beside her and splashed it on Katrin's bare breasts.


The angel gasped in delight as the cool liquid soaked her breasts. Her enlarged globes glistened invitingly. As before with Aya, the alcohol trickled down her taut belly and moistened the crotch of her tight-fitting leggings. "Yes," Katrin breathed, "take them as your prize. Do whatever you want with them."


"You're pretty kinky for a guardian angel," Aya teased her, licking the tip of her tongue pertly over the brunette's stiff nipples. The mixture of champagne and Katrin's own erotic taste was extremely intoxicating. She needed more of it and began to suck on the delicious teats intimately. At the same time she grabbed the other woman's crotch and started fingering her pussy. She wanted this woman. She needed her so badly.


"Must be due to my improper acquaintances," breathed Katrin, getting hold of Aya's ass and pulling her closer. "I just always fall for bad girls."




Chapter 5 – Indecent Proposal



It was already late in the evening when Aya and Katrin cuddled up in bed, recovering from another shared orgasm. Their breasts had shrunk back to their normal, yet still impressive size. They had been having fun together all day. First on the kitchen table where they had eaten Katrin's chocolates out of their bellybuttons, then on the living room sofa where they had eaten each other out. After a relaxing hot bubble bath which had included a lot of leg rubbing and toe sucking, finally in bed.



After blowing off steam in the titfight, they didn't try to outdo each other like Aya and Elena had done just two nights before. They still teased each other a bit but most of all they enjoyed their fantastic bodies after being separated for so long.


"Was it as good for you as it was for me?" whispered Aya in Katrin's ear.


"It was mind-blowing. Sex with you is the best I've had since…" she hesitated for a moment, "a long time."


"You mean since you broke up with Jolie," Aya suspected. Teasingly she asked, "How do I live up to her?"


Katrin blushed. "No need to get jealous," she appeased her, "It's over between her and me. She did things I can never forgive her for."


"Why would I be jealous?" whispered Aya, giving the brunette angel a tender love bite on the back of her neck as she inhaled her beguiling scent. "You know I beat her in a sex fight."


"After I softened her up," Katrin noted, chuckling. "Too bad I was too out of it to witness much of the action."


"Oh, I wish I could outfuck her again while you watched," Aya fantasized, "Would you like that?"


"Of course. What kind of woman wouldn't want to see her ex and current lover duke it out?" Katrin run her hand along Aya's curves under the blanket until it came to rest on her hip. Her increased breathing rate revealed that the notion was indeed arousing her.


"I would grind her feeble twat to dust and milk her oversized melons dry," Aya continued. "And afterwards I'd make out with you right in front of her to show her that you're mine now." She sighed "Too bad she's locked up and all of that will never happen…"


"Maybe the opportunity will come sooner than you think," Katrin promised.


"How so?"


"Well, I haven't been completely honest with you," the angel confessed. "I didn't come just to see you. In truth, I also couldn't fully convince the High Command that you posed no danger…"


Aya gave her a dismayed look. She had sensed that the other woman was hiding something, but this sounded way worse than expected.


"But," Katrin hastened to continue. "I was able to convince them that a succubus can be of great use because of her unique abilities. I'm here on official duty, Aya, and I need your help."


The Arabian beauty pouted. "I knew there was something you weren't telling me. So what are you up to and what does it have to do with Jolie?"


"We've been trying to track down a particularly ancient and powerful succubus for a long time. Her name is Lilith."


"Lilith is merely a myth," Aya said. "She is supposed to be the first succubus ever summoned. Many millennia ago, by the ancient Sumerians as legends tell. But even if that's true, it would be very unlikely that she survived that long."


"She exists," Katrin objected. "Throughout history, she has wreaked havoc and chaos. Ever heard of Sodom and Gomorrah?"


"The biblical cities that descended in sinfulness and were destroyed later on?"


The Angel nodded. "She was behind that and did not stop there. During the following millennia she made kings, bishops and CEOs her pawns. On several occasions, cherubim have tried to take her down, but they've all disappeared without a trace."


"No matter what she has done, I will not help you cut off another head," Aya made clear.


"When the day eventually comes, we want to arrest her," Katrin explained "I've convinced the High Command that we can lock her up and keep her alive under humane conditions with Ramona's potion. But for now, we are only interested in gathering intel about her. She has a secret cult following her and her network stretches far and wide. Jolie had contact with a man from her inner circle and agreed to deliver him to us. And that's where you come in."


"You want me to make him talk," Aya surmised.


"That's right," Katrin confirmed. "A small feat for you but an invaluable service to us. The skeptics in the Bastion would be convinced and no one would question your integrity or mine anymore."


"And what about Jolie?" the succubus asked suspiciously. "Why would she help us?"


"Well," Katrin explained sheepishly, "She made one condition: She wants a sexfight with you."


Aya smirked. Her nipples instantly grew hard. "I can grant her that wish." She let her right leg slide between Katrin's thighs. "Fancy another round? I want to show you what I have in store for her."


"I think I know pretty well by now what you have in store for her," Katrin cooed, pulling the horny succubus closer to her.


"You have seen nothing yet."

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The next morning, Aya awoke before her alarm clock rang. She had slept uneasily, with dreams of Jolie haunting her. The blonde seemed to be the woman everyone compared her to and if they actually fucked again, she would leave no doubt as to who was better at it.


The quiet breathing of Katrin beside her, told her that the beautiful angel was still sleeping. They had made love until they had fallen asleep completely satisfied in each other's arms. She could hardly believe how much she was enjoying sharing the bed with the brunette. There was definitely more affection than rivalry between them now but still a little bit of friendly competition as well, which the succubus found very stimulating.


She slipped quietly out of her bed, went to the kitchen, and then searched feverishly in her largely empty pantry for something to offer her guest for breakfast. As immortals, neither of them was dependent on food, but she wanted to surprise Katrin.


She returned to the bedroom with a tray full of honey-spread toast and steaming coffee. As she turned on the light, Katrin blinked at her from sleepy eyes and yawned audibly.


"Oh breakfast," she noticed with delight. "Is it really that late already?"


"I have to go to the office," Aya explained regretfully as she sat down next to her and put the tray down on the bedside table. "But if you lock up, you're welcome to stay a little longer."


"No, I should get ready as well," Katrin decided, "We have a lot to talk about." She picked up a piece of toast and bit into it with relish, only to pause immediately. After chewing for a moment and swallowing the bite, she said, "Aya, these toasts are dry as cardboard. How old are they?"


The succubus looked down at the floor in embarrassment. "Probably too old. Sorry, I didn't find anything else."


"It's okay, it's the thought that counts," Katrin comforted her. "Let's just stick to the coffee."


She reached out and brushed a strand of hair from Aya's face. Both women looked at each other and smiled.


They drank their coffee and chatted a little. When they finished and Aya took the tray back to the kitchen, Katrin asked if she could borrow a thong, since hers was pretty much ruined.


"Sure," the succubus agreed. "Just grab one from the nightstand drawer."


When she returned a moment later to make sure her guest had found what she was looking for, Katrin held Elena's red thong in her hands and eyed it suspiciously. "This one looks used. Is this one of yours?"


"That one belongs to Elena," Aya explained, taking it from her hand. "She left it behind Friday night to tease me a little."


Katrin grimaced as if she'd bitten into a sour lemon. "I thought she'd mastered her hunger. Why are you still sleeping with her?"


Aya shrugged. "Same reason I sleep with Chris, and sometimes with Ramona: the sex is pretty good."


"Oh really? Better than with me?" the angel pouted.


"You didn't show up for ages," Aya justified herself. "Besides, there's no reason to be jealous. It's just sex. I'm not serving her breakfast in bed or anything like that."


Katrin looked at her thoughtfully for a while. "Have you ever met a person you wanted to spend the rest of your life with?"


"You mean exclusively?"


Her guest nodded.


"No, a monogamous succubus is like a tiger in a cage. Sooner or later I would lose my mind. Why do you ask?"


Katrin avoided her gaze. "Never mind, I was just curious. Time to get going."

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Elena was at the detective agency on time, as she was every morning. She shivered in her skin-tight, cherry-red leather outfit and turned on the small electric radiator first thing. The central heating had broken down last week and, according to the landlord, wouldn't be repaired until Thursday, so it probably wasn't going to get comfortably warm all day. The whole building was a real dump in her opinion, but if Aya refused to take money from her clients, as she did last week, they likely wouldn't be able to afford anything better for the foreseeable future.


When her boss arrived an hour later, Elena immediately noticed that something was off. Aya was again wearing her black biker clothes, but her face was shining like the winter sun. For a Monday morning, her mood was suspiciously good.


"Sorry for being so late," the raven-haired succubus apologized. "I'm afraid we lost track of time a bit in the shower."


"We?" asked Elena curiously. "Did you have a little fun with Chris?"


"Not exactly," Aya replied, grinning slyly. "You'll never guess who blew into my place yesterday."


Very briefly, the other woman brought her up to date. Elena was shocked to hear that Katrin was back in town, but relaxed a bit when Aya assured her that she could keep her head. The angel would visit them at the office later, after she had consulted with her superiors.


And while Elena was intrigued by the prospect of tracking down a mysterious demoness she only knew from legends, she was anything but happy that Jolie was involved. That bitch could go to hell. More than anything, though, she was jealous that another woman had suddenly returned to Aya's life, who rivaled Elena in beauty. Even more so one who in her eyes was nothing but an arrogant, hypocritical slut. Well, if Katrin wanted her slice of Aya, she would have to learn to share.


Less than an hour later, the doorbell rang and Katrin stood in the doorway.


"Come in," Aya welcomed her. "Another coffee?"


"I'd love some. As long as it's hot. It's cold as hell in here."


Elena had stood up from her desk and crossed her arms in front of her chest. Both women briefly examined each other from top to bottom and stared firmly into each other's eyes. Katrin was a sight to behold, she had to admit. Her warm winter clothes did a good job of hiding her feminine curves, but Elena was not fooled by that. She had already seen Katrin naked during her two-on-two sexfight with Jolie and even tasted her pussy. She knew this leggy vixen meant business.


"So, you're back," the blonde succubus stated coldly, jutting her chin up.


"And you're still here," the brunette angel remarked icily. "According to Aya, you've been a good girl, so I release you from your obligations to her. You can go wherever you want now."


"Oh, how generous," Elena replied sarcastically, "I haven't been well-behaved in every way, though." She winked demonstratively at Aya. "And I quite like where I am right now."


Aya cleared her throat loudly. Apparently the tension between the two women was not lost on her. "Elena, why don't you put the coffee on quickly," she suggested, "while I get our client a chair."


Sitting together, they quickly agreed on how to proceed. Jolie would call her contact and arrange a personal meeting. There, one of the succubi would enchant him for a following interogation. He was likely to be under Lilith's spell already, which would make things difficult but not impossible. They were both confident they could break the other demoness' influence if they had to. If he really could provide any useful information, Aya would hold up her end of the bargain and give Jolie what she wanted. It was amusing to Elena that her former mistress held such a grudge against her partner but not surprising. Jolie was not a woman who was used to losing.


When they were finished, Katrin stood up, took two steps back and asked them to keep their distance. She took a hand-sized metal cross from her purse, with a blue jewel set into it.


"I don't think prayers are going to get us anywhere right now," Aya joked.


"This is a homing device," Katrin explained. "When I push this button," she pressed her thumb on the jewel, "they know in Bastion that the area is clear."


"Clear for what?", Elena asked suspiciously, when she was suddenly blinded by a bright flash of light. There was a cracking sound and a short but fierce gust of wind that blew some sheets of paper off the desk. When her vision returned, two women were standing next to Katrin. One of them was a stunning brunette of the same athletic, tall stature as the beautiful angel, except that her hair was a shade darker and only shoulder-length. The other was, of course, Jolie.


A bit shorter than her company, but a tad more voluptuous, she was a goddess through and through. Her long blond hair fell in wide waves over a luxurious fur coat. Underneath she wore a turquoise dress that showed a considerable cleavage. Elena knew that her tits were probably the biggest in the room and the rest of her body didn't need to hide from any of the other beauties gathered here either. Expensive, brilliant-studded earrings jingled as she looked around with pursed lips. Her gaze met Elena's with a mixture of pity and disgust.


"So that's the filthy hole they put you in. What a comedown."


Cunt!, thought Elena, preparing to reply accordingly, but Aya beat her to it and was in the blonde's face in an instant. "I can't wait to put something in your filthy hole. Besides, I didn't know there was a Gucci store in your prison."


Jolie smiled smugly. "I maintain a certain style. If I show up to the meeting dressed like a common whore," she made a gesture referring to Aya's outfit, "my contact will know something is wrong."


Aya growled angrily, but Katrin quickly slipped in between the two of them, preventing them from starting a fight right here and now.


"Save it for later," she admonished, then turned to Jolie's companion, who saluted her briefly. The two brunette angels could certainly pass for sisters, Elena thought, even their style of dress resembled each other: elegant but discreet.


"This is warden Rahel Stern," Katrin introduced the newcomer. Then she gestured to the succubi. "These are Aya Al-Sabi and Elena Lyons, the private investigators I told you about."


"I know," Rahel explained, eyeing them with suspicion. "And just for the record, I have grave concerns about dealing with demons and I think this whole arrangement is very inappropriate."


Great, Elena thought. And they both had the same stick up their asses.


As Katrin explained, Rahel wore a bracelet on her wrist that was magically connected to a counterpart on Jolie's ankle. It prevented the prisoner from moving more than twenty meters away from her or using her powers. Rahel would thus accompany them wherever they went.


They handed Jolie a phone, which she used to call her contact. She arranged to meet him during his lunch break at a café downtown. They would have to leave soon, but still had a little time to coordinate details. Elena stayed in the background, ruminating on the situation. It felt like Aya had completely forgotten that she existed. And the fact that she actually gave a damn about it annoyed her even more.


At one point, when she noticed Rahel eyeing her from the side, she responded harshly and hissed, "What are you looking at?"


"Nothing," Rahel whispered dismissively. "I just always thought demons of lust were a little more… stacked."


Elena frowned angrily and replied just as quietly, "At least I don't look like a cheap copy of my superior officer."


The angel sucked in her breath indignantly, while Elena gave her the cold shoulder again. Instead, she fixed her eyes on Katrin. If you want Aya, you'll have to get past me first…

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In the café, they spread out over several tables to be less conspicuous. Jolie and Elena sat at one, Aya and Katrin at the next. Rahel sat a little further away in the back, where she could keep an eye on everything. The establishment was mainly frequented by hipsters and business people but only moderately busy at early noon. Now they waited for the target to appear.

Noticing the grim looks Elena was giving Katrin and Aya, Jolie leaned over to her and whispered, "Looks like you're completely sidelined. What a shame. My ex can be quite possessive, I know what I'm talking about."

"I didn't ask for your opinion," Elena snorted.

"Listen," the angel replied nonetheless, "we didn't part on good terms, but I always respected your skills. Don't tell me you've lost your bite."

Elena didn't feel like being lectured by Jolie, so she got up and went to the bathroom. In front of the mirror, she inspected her hairstyle and makeup once again. Everything was perfect. She was hot, she was desirable and a slut like Katrin could not hold a candle to her. Lost my bite? Hell no!

As if she had summoned her, Katrin entered the room behind her. After checking briefly that they were alone, she casually stepped up beside her at the mirror.

"I know Aya is too polite to tell you, but it is obvious your services are not needed here. Why don't you go back to the office and pack your belongings. She only offered you this whole detective job out of pity anyway. And to keep her warm for a while until I came back."

Elena bared her teeth and fixed Katrin's reflection. "What Aya and I have is something special. Something that only succubi can share. Maybe you should pack your things, because once this case is over, we'll be so busy banging each another that she'll forget about you completely."

Katrin grinned arrogantly at her in the mirror. "Aya brought me breakfast in bed this morning. We had toasts."

Breakfast? Elena's Eyes went wide in shock. Aya had never brought her breakfast in bed! Katrin, however decided to rub salt into her wounds by adding, "They were delicious."

Her expression must have revealed how devastated she was by the revelation, because the angel just smiled contentedly before turning away and strutting off.

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Meanwhile, in the café, Aya leaned backwards facing Jolie.

"What do you actually hope to achieve with this sexfight? Do you think Katrin will fall for you again if you beat me?"

Jolie gave her a disdainful smile. "Not at all. You two deserve each other. I want her to think of me every time she has sex with you and realize what she has lost. And I want you to remember every time that you'll never be able to please her as well as I could.

Now it was up to Aya to give the fallen angel a contemptuous look. "Dream on. I'll break your pride and make you eat your words."

"Oh, I'll make you eat a lot of other things once I tame you. And Katrin will be watching."

Aya stared deep into her emerald eyes, searching for the slightest sign of uncertainty or weakness, but she found none. She couldn't wait to take on this gorgeous woman again, and this time destroy her completely.

"She will certainly watch," the succubus confirmed with a wolfish grin, "but if she ever thinks of you again after that, it will be only out of pity."

The return of Katrin and Elena from the restroom put an end to their brief conversation. The brunette angel looked happy.

"What were you girls up to in there?", Aya asked them curiously.

"Oh, nothing," Katrin waved it off. "Just talked about breakfast."

They didn't have to wait long before Jolie's contact arrived: his name was Erik Svenson, a tall blond Swede who could have graced the cover of a Viking romance novel. By profession he was a lawyer but Aya guessed there were other reasons for which Lilith kept him around. He approached Jolie's table and the two greeted each other warmly.

"This is Elena," Jolie introduced the succubus who was sitting at the table with her. "I believe you haven't had the pleasure."

"No," Erik confirmed. "I would certainly remember that." He took Elena's hand and kissed the back of it. Elena giggled flattered by so much old-fashioned gallantry and gave Aya a look that seemed to ask only one thing: may I?

Aya nodded at her encouragingly. She didn't mind if Elena took care of the guy. She had seemed a bit out of sorts all morning and should have a little fun, too.

The blonde succubus' expression took on a sly look as she turned back to Erik and said, "You're welcome to call me Mistress."

"I…I…" he stammered in anguish. It was clear that he was trying to resist, even if he only partially succeeded. Aya and Katrin stood up and pushed the giant with gentle pressure towards the restrooms. Even if he was unable to fight back at the moment, he would not give them any information in this condition. Elena disappeared with him into the men's room and asked Aya to make sure that no one disturbed them.

While Jolie continued to enjoy her coffee unfazed, Rahel joined them and inquired what was going on.

"My partner is going to break Lilith's influence and make our target accept her as the new mistress," Aya explained.

"How long will that take?"

"Hard to say. Depends on how strong the other succubus is and when she last saw him. Our control fades over time if we don't renew it regularly"

"And how exactly is she going to do that?", the angel demanded to know.

Aya shrugged. "She'll probably give him a blowjob."

Rahel grimaced in disgust. "Why did I even ask?"

Five minutes passed, then ten, and Aya began to feel nervous. She resisted the urge to check on her partner. She couldn't really help and just had to trust in Elena's skills. She also had to make sure that no one used the restroom for the moment.

After fifteen minutes, an exhausted but satisfied looking Elena left the restroom, followed by her new and even more satisfied looking slave.

"She's coming," Elena reported excitedly. "Tonight Lilith is coming to Berlin!"

Chapter 6 – Change of Plans



As they learned from Erik, who was now completely under Elena's spell, Lilith would be attending a charity gala that evening at the Nolda Hotel located right at the city center. A stroke of luck, because as it turned out, he otherwise mainly dealt with legal matters for his former mistress and occasionally delivered messages on her behalf. He was not privy to her plans and when he met her in person, it was usually because she wanted to have fun with him, as was planned for tonight.


"This is a unique opportunity!" Katrin cheered when they got back to the detective agency. "Not only can we gather information about her, we can arrest her right on the spot!"


"Are you just going to rush in there," Aya asked doubtfully, "with no plan and guns blazing?"


"We don't need a plan," Katrin dismissed her concerns. "We have a succubus!"


It was a little strange for Aya to be the voice of caution. She had a bad feeling about this, but Katrin's eagerness for action was contagious, and she had good arguments: The gala would be attended by some of the most influential men in the city and even some representatives of the federal government. It was quite possible that Lilith had her sights set on one or more of them. While the ancient succubus wouldn't be able to force them all under her spell - trying to control more than a dozen at a time would give Aya a headache - she could still do some damage if they didn't stop her. Thus, after a moment's hesitation, Aya gave in: she would attend the gala with her.


A succubus could not hide her true nature from another of her kind. Aya would identify Lilith beyond doubt and as soon as the opportunity arose, Katrin would arrest her. Of course, Erik gave them a visual description, but they had to make sure.


"Wait a minute!" protested Elena. "You said the next time we go up against a hot criminal, it's my turn."


Aya bit her lip in shame. That was true, but she hadn't expected this criminal to be a dangerous, millennia-old demoness.


"I know," she replied, "but this is too important. Besides, you need to get on with interrogating Erik. Any piece of information could be valuable."


Elena made an aggrieved face. Aya hoped she wasn't too upset about it. And while she doubted her partner would get a whole lot of useful information from the lawyer, it was better than sending her off with Katrin. She had hoped that all would be well between them after Elena had kept her end of the bargain, but she could still sense some friction between the two women. For better or worse, she would have to deal with that later. Right now she needed to make sure they finished the job successfully. If only to convince the Cherubim High Command that not all Succubi were evil.


But her decision was also met with disapproval from other quarters. "It was obvious that you would chicken out of our agreement," Jolie commented condescendingly.


"I'm not chickening out!" Aya made clear. "Postponed is not canceled. You're due later tonight."


Jolie acted distinctly unimpressed. "Promises, promises…"


After a brief discussion, they came to the agreement that Rahel would rent a hotel room somewhere and wait for them there with Jolie. As they still had a few hours until the gala began, Aya and Katrin did what any sensible woman would do in their situation: they went shopping.


If they wanted to attend a high society event, they had to dress accordingly to blend in. And in this case, that meant they had to stand out. Although Aya had an ample collection of cocktail dresses, each one shorter than the next, with Katrin offering to charge their undercover disguises as expenses, the opportunity was too good to pass up.


And so they tried on the most elegant and daring dresses they could find, while devouring each other with hungry eyes. In the end, Aya opted for a short black velvet dress that was cut almost to the navel. She had a feather boa that would go perfectly with it. Katrin chose a cream-colored dress that showed a lot of skin on the back but was otherwise modest in comparison.


"That's on purpose," the angel explained. "Lilith should be fully focused on you and preferably not notice me at all before it's too late."


"So I'm playing bait?" Aya asked, pulling a pout.


"Well, you can't hide your presence from her anyway, just as vice versa," Katrin explained her plan. "We might as well use that to our advantage. You have to somehow get her to a place with no people around where we can apprehend her without causing a stir. Can you pull that off?"


Aya gave a sly grin. "That shouldn't be a problem. When two succubi meet, they don't do small talk for long. They go down to business and neither of them wants any spectators."


Katrin nodded with approval. "And then I'll enter the scene and arrest her. We'll be back home for the evening program, if you know what I mean."


Both of them giggled in anticipation.


During the early evening, they arrived at the Nolda Hotel, where the gala was to take place. It was a time-honored six-story building from the early twentieth century. Like most of the others, it had been destroyed during the Second World War but was subsequently rebuilt true to the original with funds from an anonymous donor. The interior was baroque and opulent, the prices were staggeringly high.


They had no invitations, but Aya easily persuaded the male concierge to put them on the guest list. They were early, but snacks and appetizers were already being served in the foyer.


From a conveniently located bar table, they watched as the foyer gradually filled up. A host of rich and famous men arrived, along with their trophy wives, including a few who were dressed as revealingly as Aya and Katrin and could very well compete with them in terms of looks. If Lilith was after one of their men, they would still have no chance of keeping him. It would be an unequal contest.


They didn't have to wait long before a woman entered the foyer whose beauty and sex appeal stood out even in this crowd. She wore a shiny black latex skirt and a tightly laced corset made of the same material, which struggled to contain her massive, heaving breasts. The dominatrix look was completed by thigh-high boots with dangerously high heels. Her most striking feature, however, was her impossibly long and voluminous hair of a dark burgundy color. Aya wondered if it was dyed but thought it unlikely. Where she had been summoned, women with this rare shade had been called desert roses.


The stunning woman turned heads wherever she went. Sleeve-like tattoos on both arms, showing intricate, foreign patterns, gave first hints of her demonic nature, but they were not needed. Aya could sense her aura even from a distance. It was a tingling feeling that put her on alert as well as it aroused her. When two predators met, it was fight or flight. And Aya had no intention of fleeing.


"Is it her?" Katrin wanted to know, having also noticed Lilith's arrival and staring open-mouthed at the other succubus.


"Most definitely."


"Wow," the angel had to admit. "I don't say this often, but I'm impressed. Are you sure you can handle her?"


"Wait and see," Aya promised. She adjusted her black feather boa once more and checked that her dress was in place. "How do I look?"


"Hot enough to keep the city free of snow in winter."


Aya grinned with satisfaction and strutted off, swaying her hips. She wore the highest heels she could find and felt incredibly sexy as she approached her target. She also wore the collar with the little camera again so that Katrin could see everything on her phone.


"Do you have a clear view?" she whispered into the hidden microphone.


"Affirmative," the angel answered over the radio, "lure her out of the crowd, I'll follow you."


Aya's hunting instinct was now fully awakened. Succubi were very territorial and this burgundy bitch was an intruder in her realm. An intruder who she would confront and rout.


On the last few meters, she called herself to order. She was here for a reason and whatever she imagined she would do to her demonic counterpart once they were alone, it wasn't going to happen.


The moment they met head-to-head, time seemed to freeze. When two equally beautiful women met, immortal beings or not, they always compared themselves to each other and oftentimes forgot everything else around them for the moment. The only important questions were who had the more tempting lips, who had the fuller breasts, who had the longer legs and who had the tighter ass. Whose looks were superior and who had to bow down to the other accordingly.


Between two succubi, such encounters were even more intense. They were demons of lust, they defined themselves by their sexiness. Any challenge to it could easily lead to a highly sensual but ultimately lethal battle between them.


Lilith noticed Aya immediately as she stepped out of the crowd. Striking amber eyes, accentuated with deep dark eyeliner gazed over every part of the dark-haired succubus' sexy body. Aya did the same and examined the other demoness up close for the first time. From just a meter away, she looked even more impressive, even more majestic. She had olive skin as well, just a tad lighter than her own. Her lips and fingernails were dyed purple, which harmonized perfectly with her hair color. She was a queen through and through, but there could only ever be one queen…


Both of them instinctively put their hands on their hips and straightened their backs. They were both the same height, wearing equally high heels. Lilith's breasts, pushed up by the corset, looked like huge, juicy melons. It was hard to tell how big they really were, but Aya thought it possible that the other woman had a few centimeters more girth than she did. All in all she looked a little curvier than her with a few extra pounds in all the right places.


If Lilith was surprised to find another of her kin here, she didn't let on.


"Well, look at that," she remarked in a low, sensual voice. "They seem to let anyone in here. Did you get that dress from a second-hand store?"


Aya grinned maliciously. She loved these games. "I think you got the house number wrong," she replied. "The brothel is two blocks down the street."


Although they hadn't spoken aloud, they naturally attracted a lot of attention just by their appearance. Lilith approached her so closely that they were almost touching before she whispered in her ear: "If you know what's good for you, turn around and run. You're clearly outclassed."


"This is my city," Aya replied just as quietly. "And I'm afraid it's not big enough for the two of us."


"Oh, at least we agree on that point. How about we discuss it in my suite? It's only a short elevator ride away."


"An excellent proposal," Aya agreed and followed Lilith, who led the way to the elevator. The redhead's ass wiggled seductively and seemed to beg Aya to grab ans spank it. She wondered what it looked like under that tight latex skirt and whether it could keep up with hers or Elena's. She guessed it could. Almost, at least.


"Well done," Katrin praised in Aya's ear. "I bet this bitch is already really horny."


That was probably true. The problem was that it was just as true for Aya. Moisture was starting to build up between her legs. Her pussy wanted nothing more at the moment than to pounce on Lilith's twat and prove her dominance. She had to focus!


They entered the elevator one after the other. As soon as the door closed behind them, Lilith turned to her and pushed her against the wall. Their powerful tits collided, their legs rubbed against each other as they wrestled for the better stance. Their faces were suddenly very close together, the lush, slightly parted purple lips of the redheaded succubus only inches away from hers, her intense feminine scent filling Aya's nostrils. Taken by surprise, she growled menacingly, but did not fight back for now. The other demoness was stronger than she looked, and with her back to the wall, Aya had little leverage in her stilettos.


She felt Lilith's left hand stroking her velvet dress and slowly moving down her hip towards her crotch as they stared into each other's eyes. She did the same and the latex fabric squeaked softly as she ran her fingers along it. Lilith grinned with amusement as they grabbed each other's crotches. Aya noticed with satisfaction that Lilith's thong was just as wet as hers.


"This is going to be an interesting conversation," the ancient succubus mused. "I guess our pussies will do most of the talking."


"My powerful pussy certainly has a lot to say to your feeble snatch," Aya promised. At that moment, the elevator stopped on the sixth floor and they disengaged from each other. As they got out, she made sure her camera caught the display panel so that Katrin could follow them easily.


They walked down the corridor and entered Lilith's spacious suite. The interior was again baroque and luxurious, the ceiling three meters or more above their heads, with a soft Persian carpet covering most of the floor. Lilith placed her handbag on a dresser and went straight to the impressive canopy bed. She crawled onto it on all fours without taking off her boots and looked over her shoulder to see if Aya was following her.


"I'm at the elevator," Katrin announced, "stall her a little longer."


Aya grinned. She would do so with the greatest pleasure. Seducing her target and luring her away from the gala had been even easier than she had expected. Now she just had to keep the wriggling fish on the hook for a while.


She also put down her handbag, stepped up to the bed and gracefully slipped out of her dress. She wasn't wearing a bra underneath and proudly presented her magnificent breasts, between which she provocatively rubbed her feather boa back and forth. Her long, stiff nipples pointed forward challengingly. Lilith licked her lips in anticipation.


"So your tits want to be part of the conversation too," she concluded. "I think they should have a chat with mine. If they are brave enough, that is."


She sat down on the opposite edge of the bed with her back to Aya. "Why don't you be a good girl and help me with the laces?"


Aya crawled onto the bed and began to unlace the lascivious redhead's corset with nimble fingers. She'd be damned if she didn't at least take a look at Lilith's knockers before Katrin arrived. She absolutely had to know if they were really as big as they looked. She noticed a rolled-up whip on the bedside table. The other succubus obviously had very particular preferences.


When she had finished, Lilith slipped the garment off and dropped it on the floor. Aya reached around her to grab her breasts, but the redhead suddenly stood up and moved a few steps away.


"It would be rude," she reprimanded the surprised raven, "to start without your little brunette companion."


Aya flinched in alarm. At the same moment, Katrin called over the radio: "Almost there. Wait, something's not right…"


The last thing she heard was an indignant exclamation from the angel, then the connection was cut.


"What does that mean?" Aya demanded to know and jumped off the bed. At least she tried to. In reality, however, she crashed into an invisible barrier and recoiled backwards between the pillows.


Lilith turned around to face her and wagged her index finger. "I've drawn a banishing circle around the bed," she revealed, "under the carpet. You can enter it at any time, but you can't leave it without permission."


Damn, her tits were huge! Perfectly rounded and almost unaffected by gravity, they rested on her chest, crowned by erect dark pink nipples. It was only with a second thought that Aya processed what she had just heard. A banishing circle? Apparently Lilith had occult skills that went far beyond her natural abilities. It seemed she had blindly fallen into her ancient adversary's trap.


The door to the suite swung open and Katrin was roughly shoved in by a beefy thug who could have come straight out of a mail-order catalog for bodyguards.


Aya immediately tried to invade the man's mind, but her magical probes failed to penetrate the banishing circle. Well, that was its purpose after all: to render demons harmless.


"Careful!" Aya called out to her. "It's a trap. She's holding me captive with a spell."


The angel took in the situation with a quick glance. Her eyes also lingered a little longer than necessary on Lilith's naked breasts, but considering the seriousness of the situation, she remained surprisingly calm.


"What have you done to her, Lilith?" she demanded to know from the voluptuous demoness.


"Nothing yet. But I'm going to have a lot of fun with her later." Lilith demonstratively took the whip from the bedside table.


"You will keep your filthy paws off my girlfriend!" Katrin growled. With a strength that surprised even Aya, she rammed her elbow into the stomach of the bodyguard standing behind her. White-feathered wings shot out from her back. With a flap of those wings she launched herself into a high spinning kick and hit him on the head. The man staggered backwards against the wall and sank to the floor, knocked out. Choosing a backless dress had proven to be a wise choice. Katrin landed gracefully and stretched out her right arm. Flames suddenly engulfed her fist, condensing into a burning sword.


To Aya, the gorgeous brunette had never looked more beautiful and dangerous than she did now, her hair slightly messy and the orange flames of her conjured sword reflecting in her eyes. More of an avenging angel than a guardian angel. Had she just called the captive succubus her girlfriend? Aya was damn proud to have conquered the heart of such a fantastic woman, but now it was time to slow her down a little.


"Remember," she reminded her, "no decapitations."


"Don't worry, I won't cut off anything that doesn't regenerate," Katrin promised.


Lilith, however, did not seem intimidated at all. Rather slightly amused. With a swift movement, she cracked her whip. The leather strap wrapped itself around Katrin's weapon arm. The succubus uttered a single word in an unknown language and purple flames engulfed it up to the shoulder. The angel let out a shocked cry of pain and the sword in her hand faded from existence. Almost as if hit by a taser, she sank to her knees, her beautiful wings disappearing into thin air. Aya opened her mouth in terror.


"Since you know my name," Lilith sneered, "you should also know who you're dealing with. I've had five thousand years to study every art there is, including magic and martial arts." She took a few steps towards the kneeling Katrin, who was struggling in agony to free her arm from the whip. "And yet it was child's play to lure you two from the gala and subdue you."


Katrin, however, did not concede defeat yet. Somehow she managed to free her arm and immediately threw herself at Lilith with a battle cry. She managed to pull her to the floor with her and suddenly they were both rolling across the carpet, wrestling with each other. It was like watching an Mixed martial arts fight, except that both fighters were wearing high heels and there was a lot more scratching and hair pulling. After just a few moments, Katri'n cream-colored dress was hanging in tatters. Both snarled and growled at each other like savage animals.


"Slut!" Katrin exclaimed. "I'll ruin you!"


"Whore," Lilith screeched angrily. "You will obey me."


Aya had been in a few hot cat fights herself, but was still amazed at the intensity with which the two women went at each other. The fight slowed a little when the succubus came to rest in the top position, wrapping her powerful thighs around the angel's waist. Toned muscles tensed as they tried to control each other's arms. Lilith was finally successful and pinned Katrin to the carpet. With a sadistic grin, she lowered her mighty bosom onto the face of the defiant woman beneath her.


"Trouble breathing?" she sneered, moving her heavy globes back and forth with relish while simultaneously increasing the pressure from her thighs. Katrin's resistance flared up once more, only to finally fade for good. When Lilith stood up, the angel was breathing slowly and had her eyes closed. In a triumphant gesture, the victorious succubus planted her stiletto boot between her unconscious opponent's breasts. She was breathing heavily and a thin layer of sweat covered her naked upper body, but apart from that she seemed to have enjoyed the brief brawl. With horror, Aya faced the realization that both their lives were now in the hands of this indomitable goddess.




Chapter 7 – From the Shadows



Lilith beckoned to the bodyguard, who had meanwhile regained his senses, and ordered him to take the unconscious Katrin to the basement of the hotel and chain her up there. The man threw her over his shoulder and took her away.


"What are you planning to do with her?" Aya demanded to know, trying to sound determined and not let her concern show too clearly.


The ancient succubus stepped closer to the canopy bed and looked at Aya like a cat would look at a trapped mouse.


"Oh, there's so much I could do with the life force of an angel," she mused. "Have you ever tasted it? Of course you have," she deduced from Aya's expression. "It's quite overwhelming the first time, but if you savor it very carefully, like a spicy food, you can get used to it and feed on it almost forever. Almost. At some point, these angels just lose the will to live." She grinned sadistically.


"If you lay one finger on her…" Aya threatened.


"Then what? Did you two really think you could just march into my hotel and kidnap me? I thought you were smarter than that, Aya."


"You know my name?" She had never mentioned it to her captor and neither had Katrin. She had a feeling that Lilith had been more than one step ahead of them the whole time.


"I know all about you," confirmed the other. "I know that you work as a private investigator and try to help other people. Every succubus goes through this phase at some point if she lives long enough. But it's just a phase. They won't appreciate it. Have you ever heard of the purple rose of Ur?"


Aya denied, unsure where the conversation was heading.


"That's what the ancient Sumerians called me. A benevolent goddess who protected her city from all harm." She sighed. "A long-forgotten legend. Everyone remembers Sodom and Gomorrah, though. Because some fool wrote a book about it and despite the fact that I didn't even destroy the cities. I only freed the inhabitants from the shackles of their hypocritical morals. Believe me, you're wasting your time with these mortals."


Aya shook her head defiantly. "You don't know anything about me. I'm nothing like you."


"Sweetheart, I've been watching you from the shadows ever since you burned down my convent. Who do you think told Jolie de Lac the name of the only witch who was able to produce her drug?"


She smiled when Aya's eyes went wide in disbelief. "Yes, her goals and mine aligned. So I provided her with what she needed to progress them. Until you stopped her. When she surprisingly contacted Erik today, I knew you would show up here before long."


"The Convent of the Purple Rose," it began to dawn on Aya. "The nuns were worshiping you!"


Lilith gave an affirmative nod. "The abbess was one of my most eager students at the time. I told her to break your will in order to test you. Unfortunately, you failed. Or so I thought. In fact, you impressed me afterwards. Most succubi never learn to control their hunger before they lose their pretty little heads to a self-righteous guardian angel."


"To test me?" Aya found it hard to believe what she was hearing. "Why?"


"To determine if you make a worthy rival. Immortality makes lonesome, you know. No mortal even comes close to me. But every now and then I ran into one of our kind who had potential. I think you're one of them, and I wanted to give you a few centuries to grow. But lately you've been meddling in my affairs a little too often, so I had to act."


"Too often?" Aya was confused. Sure, she stopped Jolie but what else was the other woman referring to?


Lilith wagged her finger in front of her reproachfully. "I had ordered three young, beautiful women whose life force I could sacrifice for the ritual I have planned for tonight. But as I found out, my supplier got caught by the most famous private investigators in town. I'm afraid your angel friend will now have to make up for it and take their place. Well, I'm in a bit of a hurry, a blood moon doesn't come around that often and I purchased and rebuilt this house for exactly this purpose. We'll talk later, I have to show my face at the gala."


In Aya's head, everything began to fall into place. P. R. - the initials of the mysterious buyer stood for Purple Rose. The blood moon - according to Ramona, it was tonight! Just like the gala! That couldn't be a coincidence. And now this cunning bitch wanted to sacrifice Katrin in some horrible ritual. She couldn't let that happen!


"Wait!" she urged Lilith, who was already bending over for her corset. When she looked up, Aya was stretching lasciviously on the bed, her naked breasts and womanly hips on full display. "The gala goes on all night. Are you really going to leave me like this?"


Lilith giggled arrogantly. "I know what you're up to. You think you can overpower me sexually, drain me of my life force and then force me to release you."


Aya smirked. "Are you afraid I might succeed?"


She could see the lust flaring up again in the other succubus' eyes. "I think I might have a little fun with you before I go back downstairs," she announced as she entered the banishing circle.


Hypnotized, Aya watched as the busty redhead wriggled out of her skirt. She was wearing a skimpy purple thong underneath. She really seemed to fancy that color.


"You're looking for a worthy rival?" asked Aya challengingly. "You've found one."


"You're nothing but a little girl compared to me," Lilith replied haughtily and crawled over to her on the bed, still wearing her boots. Aya tried to sit up, but the other succubus pushed her down and straddled her. With a mischievous smile, she added, "I'll show you what a mature woman is capable of."


Lilith threw back her hair and stretched her body. Her naked breasts swayed seductively back and forth. They looked truly majestic from below, like impregnable fortresses of femininity. The ancient demoness certainly was aware of the intimidating effect they had, and she might have been successful with other rivals, but Aya was fully determined to conquer them. Just like Lilith's pussy and every other part of her sinful body. She had to if she wanted to save Katrin. In a violent confrontation, she would be at a disadvantage, and even if she did gain the upper hand, her opponent could easily retreat from the banishing circle. But no succubus would run away from a sex fight.


"Mature?" Aya teased back. "More like old and complacent. Every queen only reigns until she is trumped by a younger, hotter contender."


Luring Lilith into a contest of sexual prowess was one thing, beating her at it was another story entirely. Aya didn't dare to imagine how many proud women she had dominated over the course of millennia, how many exquisite pussies she had tamed and subdued. It was a time span that seemed infinite even to her. Nevertheless, she was confident that she could take her on. In the months with Elena, she had learned an awful lot about what it meant to compete with others of her kin.


Reaching out with her arms, Aya placed her hands on Lilith's hips. Slowly, scratching her soft skin gently with her fingernails, she moved her hands up the magnificent body of her adversary. She was rewarded with a deep, lustful moan. Just before she could reach the juicy pair of boobs hanging so temptingly above her, Lilith grabbed her by the wrists. Instead of pushing her hands to the side, however, she guided them directly to her fleshy globes.


Aya wasted no time, but immediately began to feel them out and knead them tenderly. They weighed heavily in her hand and were definitely a little bigger than her own impressive breasts, she was now certain. All the more she marveled at their undeniable firmness.


Lilith looked down at her with a cocky smile. "Tell me, have you ever encountered such perfect female breasts? I bet you haven't."


"They're not bad," Aya played it down. "Pretty similar to Jolie's. And I outfucked that woman."


The redhead on top of her giggled in amusement. "Jolie is nothing but a talented amateur compared to me. Let me show you."


She let go of Aya's hands and now reached for the milk bags of the succubus lying beneath her. She began to fondle them with incredible dexterity.


"Hmm, yours aren't too bad either," she praised. "I bet they're real champions in their weight class. And look at those perky little nipples."


She took Aya's stiff brown nipples between her thumb and forefinger and began to twist and rub them, something Aya had not dared to do so far. A sharp gasp escaped the Arabian beauty's throat and she immediately retaliated in kind. The dark pink rods between her fingers were thick, long and stiff. The total package.


"Oh yes, that's it," Lilith cooed. "Do them harder, you won't break anything, little girl."


Aya moaned again and gritted her teeth in frustration. She had assumed she had a slight advantage over her opponent, but Lilith's nipple stimulation alone was enough to ignite an ever-increasing fire in her pussy. She had to get those hands off her breasts somehow. Deciding to take the experienced demoness at her word, she squeezed her boobies extra hard.


"Argh!" Lilith cried out. "Looks like I've got a real hellcat on my hands. Time to tame you."


As planned, she let go of Aya's breasts to free her own from the sexy raven's clutches. Their fingers entwined and for a moment they were interlocked in a test of strength. Lilith managed to spread Aya's arms, who allowed her hands to be pressed on the bed. This meant Lilith had to lower her upper body onto her and so their breasts collided for the first time without any protective fabric between them.


They both moaned with pleasure. The redhead's heavy round boobs descended like bowling balls onto Aya's bulging pillows. Both pairs compressed a bit without either being able to crush the other completely.


You got this, Aya encouraged her girls. Don't let this flabby bags bully you around. Meanwhile, her stiff, brown shafts sent out pulses of pleasure as they dug into the tender female flesh above them like spearheads. Only seconds later, they ignited a true firestorm of ecstasy as Lilith slid into position and they were suddenly confronted by their pink counterparts.


A cruel smile appeared on Lilith's face. Her burgundy hair fell down around Aya's head, the intense scent she exuded threatened to intoxicate her.


"What were your girls going to say to mine?" the succubus on top of her sneered.


Aya had jumped from the frying pan into the fire. She could feel Lilith's nipples slowly gaining the upper hand and beginning to bend hers. They were so thick and hard, it was unbelievable. But her brave little soldiers had not yet surrendered. She adjusted her position slightly and thrust from a more advantageous angle. Now it suddenly was her rival's sensitive milk buds that were struggling to hold out.


"They just wanted to show them how much sexier strong brown nipples are compared to weak pink ones."


"How about I show you another pink thing?" Lilith asked menacingly, lowering her mouth to Aya's.


The purple lips of the ravenous succubus pressed against her dark red ones like suction cups. Aya was in awe of how full and soft and juicy they were. The tip of her tongue immediately shot out to meet Lilith's pink muscle which was vehemently demanding entrance into her oral cavity. For a brief moment they fenced with each other and she was confident she could hold the intruder at bay or even drive it back. Then Lilith's incredibly long and agile tongue somehow wrapped itself around hers and pushed through.


The battle raged on deep in Aya's mouth as their taste organs wrestled with each other like two angry constrictor snakes. Aya freed her hands and clawed her left into her opponent's red hair to relieve some pressure. Her right grabbed Lilith's phenomenal ass to cause a bit of distraction, but to no avail. Lilith grabbed her by the hair as well and playfully squeezed the back of her thigh in return. They both let out muffled moans, but there was no question that Lilith dominated their kiss almost from the get-go. Aya was forced to swallow a lot of saliva and when the redheaded succubus finally released her mouth with a loud smack and sat up, a shiny string of spit lingered between her lips.


Aya struggled for breath while her captor looked down at her in derision. Never before had she experienced such a demanding and assertive kiss. She really had to fight the urge to surrender to Lilith here and now without resistance, to let herself be taken by this gorgeous queen like a willing whore.


"Had enough?" Lilith teased her.


"Hardly," Aya spat back. "I will fuck you until you release me and Katrin or I have devoured the last bit of your carnal energies.


"Neither will happen," Lilith assured her with a mischievous grin. "I'm doing you a favor, believe me. A succubus and a cherub, doesn't work in the long run. Trust me. At least this way her life still serves a purpose."


"What kind of twisted ritual do you have planned for her?", Aya tried to keep the conversation going. Even though they had barely started, she could really use a short break now to cool off a bit.


"Just a little spell to permanently remove the moral inhibitions of everyone attending the gala. That was the original plan at least. However, fed by the life force of an angel, the effect should probably extend to the whole city.


"You're creating a second Sodom?"


Lilith nodded triumphantly. "I'm curious to see if your friends at the High Command have the guts to respond the same way they did back then. Don't you?"


Aya looked up at her in shock. She couldn't believe that the cherubim would destroy a city of millions like Berlin, but even if they didn't, the spell would turn the city into a real hellhole. Although some believed that Berlin already was, this would be on a whole new level.


"Why?" she breathed.


"You ask a lot of questions, for someone who wanted to let her pussy do the talking," Lilith said instead of giving an answer. With that, she slid back down a bit and hooked her fingers into Aya's garter belt. "Let's see what it has to say."


Propping herself up on her elbows, Aya watched as the other succubus removed the garment and then slowly pulled her thong down her legs. She examined the raven's exposed cunt with interest. "Oh yes, that naughty little cunt seems almost ready to explode with words."


Aya gritted her teeth at the pointed remark. Her pussy really was almost ready to explode. The mere thought of what it would feel like if Lilith lowered her full lips onto her now and used her masterful tongue, which had conquered her mouth so easily, on it, made her shudder. But luckily for her, the experienced demoness had other things on her mind. After removing Aya's thong, she rose up on her knees with her legs apart, undid two ribbons on her own thong and slipped it off without having to pull it over her boots. Then she presented her glistening wet twat to her challenger in all its glory.


"That's what a real woman's pussy looks like."


A soft hiss escaped Aya involuntarily as she took in the womanhood of her adversary. It seemed that Lilith's lower lips were just as full and luscious as her upper ones. To her surprise, she was not completely shaved, but had left a small patch just above her slit which was perfectly trimmed in the shape of a rose blossom. Aya was determined to pick this flower.


"Come here," she beckoned Lilith towards her. "Then my pussy will show your snatch who's in charge."


"With pleasure."


No further words were necessary. As if it were the most natural thing in the world, they interlocked their legs and scissored each other. They both inhaled sharply as their crotches met. Instinctively, they began a rubbing motion. Neither had a positional advantage, both were on equal footing.


"Oh yes, that's it," Lilith moaned as their lower lips kissed with a smack. "Rub me harder, little girl. Impress me."


"Try to keep up, old hag," Aya gasped in return. "As long as you can, at least. Oh fuck, yeah! Just like that!"


Despite her feigned confidence, she could feel her orgasm approaching with every thrust of her hips. She resisted as best she could, but this red-haired she-devil was just too sexy, too skilled to hold off much longer. Her only hope was that Lilith felt the same way. She showed all the signs of a building climax. Her quickening breath, her glazed eyes… she even began to caress her left breast with her hand. If Aya managed to push the ancient succubus over the edge first, she might be able to drain enough of her life force to prevent her from retaliating. Desperately, she quickened the rhythm of her hip thrusts. Her clit emerged from its hood eager to join the fray. It could sense the presence of its rival close by but due to their angle they did not meet yet.


"Fuck me clit to clit bitch!" Aya demanded in a guttural voice. If she wanted to win this battle, she had to force a decision and nothing was better suited for this than a duel between their most sensitive organs.


"Yes," Lilith agreed. "That's just what we're about to do."


The red-haired succubus readjusted its position and spread Aya's legs outwards. Then she mounted her. When their pulsating clits met head-on and began to slide along the entire length of each other, the explosion of pure sexual pleasure almost made Aya lose her mind.


She shrieked with pleasure and immediately bit her lip.I have to make it. For Katrin!


Sensually their engorged sex-organs fenced with each other, trying to bend their respective counterpart and push it back into its hideout. Lilith's clit was just as powerful and magnificent as any other part of her perfect body, yet Aya's ultimate weapon stood proud and defiant against it giving as good as it got. But either way, a decisive conclusion was inevitable.


Lilith must have thought along the same lines. Almost simultaneously, they changed into their demon form. Horns began to grow, bat-like wings unfurled on their backs. In Lilith's case, they were of a majestic purple. And while Aya's horns - like Elena's - were short and stubby, Lilith's were long and curved, like those of an ibex.


"Playtime is over," Lilith stated with a mischievous smile. Somehow she seemed to have regained her composure and no longer showed any signs that her orgasm was imminent. Did she play a trick on her to lure her out of reserve? Aya couldn't tell, she was too busy riding the waves of pleasure Lilith was sending through her body. The red-haired nympho pressed her hungry pussy down onto Aya's fusing their inner labia and creating a veritable suction. Aya felt as if her own sex organ was going to be turned inside out at any moment, every hump eliciting higher and higher pitched moans from her.


"Can you feel it?" sneered Lilith. "Can you feel my superior pussy taking complete control? Let this be a lesson to you: no matter how good you think you are, there's always someone better. And that someone is me."


Lilith finished Aya off by ramming her demonic tail into her unsuspecting anus. The outclassed raven still tried to fend it off with its own, as she had practiced with Elena, but the flexible organ proved too strong and nimble.


"Oh god!" Aya screamed, "you fucking, arrogant cunt! You dirty tramp! I'm about to come! FUCK YES!"


Her pussy exploded like a volcano with an earth-shattering climax and pumped a stream of hot pussy juice into her opponent's victorious cunt. At the same time, she felt Lilith digging her magical fangs into her and feeding on her. It was the greatest humiliation for a succubus to become the helpless prey of another, more dominant predator higher up the food chain, to feel her own womanhood being devoured by a stronger rivaling womanhood.


Lilith didn't just take a small taste, as she and Elena used to do in their sparring sessions. She devoured a large chunk. But, to Aya's relief, she let go before it became life-threatening for her.


The victorious succubus let out a deep, satisfied sigh and carefully detached her pussy from Aya's. A movement that almost gave her a second orgasm and made her weakly moan in pleasure.


"That was fun, sweetheart," Lilith declared as she rose from the bed. Her purple wings folded up and went up in smoke as she stretched her limbs. "Normally I would take my time with you, but I really need to make an appearance at the gala now. Would be a shame if my illustrious guests got bored and left town before the eclipse."


Looking back over her shoulder she gave Aya a lascivious smile. "Don't run away, we'll continue later. You'll have more than enough opportiunity to worship my superior body. If you’re good at it, I might even let you go and give you another couple of hundred years to improve."


Without looking back, the winner strutted off, her perfectly rounded butt wiggling. She disappeared into the bathroom, leaving a crushed Aya alone. She felt physically exhausted and empty inside. Her head ached, as if from a hangover caused by the loss of her life force. Worst of all was the feeling of failure. She had not been able to defeat Lilith, thwart her plans and she failed Katrin. The five thousand years old succubus had not even fought unfairly. On the contrary, she had given her every conceivable chance. Aya simply wasn't good enough to beat her.


The sound of a shower came from the next room, mixed with the occasional soft moan. Lilith undoubtedly celebrated her victory. Aya had to do something! There was still a little time left. If only she could get out of this banishing circle…


With some effort, she sat up and looked around. Her handbag and therefore her cell phone were out of reach. But there was a landline phone on the bedside table. She reached out for it and hit an invisible obstacle just before she reached it. Damn! She was about to give up when an idea came to her. Her feather boa was still lying between the pillows. She took it, made a kind of loop out of it and tested whether she could use it to pull the phone through the magical barrier towards her. It worked! Casting a nervous glance over her shoulder, she picked up the receiver and dialed the first number she could think of.

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The small store for occult paraphernalia had already closed, but Elena knew that Ramona usually spent an hour or two in her alchemist's kitchen in the back room, preparing potions for the next day. In a gloomy mood, she knocked on the back door, and indeed, the young, red-haired witch opened it shortly afterwards. She was wearing tight, torn jeans and a colorful crocheted cardigan. A fashion disaster that nonetheless somehow suited her. Pleasantly surprised, she invited the succubus in, but her cheerfulness did not spread to Elena.

The small witch's kitchen was lined with shelves full of bulbous bottles and glittering vials. On a table, numerous colorful liquids bubbled over various hotplates. Ramona really did seem busier than usual.

"Sorry for the mess," she apologized. "I have to take advantage of the blood moon tonight. These potions will sell like Viagra on a strip night at a retirement home. What can I do for you?"

"How much of your life sustaining potion do you have in stock?"

The witch scratched her head in confusion. "Just one vial for emergencies. Why do you ask? Is your supply already used up?"

"No," Elena denied. "But I'm leaving the city. And I won't be coming back any time soon."

"What?" Ramona exclaimed in dismay. "But why? Aya and you are partners! You have each other's back! You fight evil together! Like Batman and Robin. Only… you know, sexier."

"I guess she has a new partner now," Elena replied grumpily. "And I don't want to be the fifth wheel. This whole job wasn't suitable for me anyway."

Elena had kept to herself for most of her life. She wouldn't miss anyone. Yes, Aya was a hot fuck, but she would find someone else. Let her and Katrin live happily ever after.

The witch raised her eyebrows in surprise, then it seemed to dawn on her what was going on. "We're not talking just about work, are we?"

"Since Katrin came back, Aya only has eyes for her," Elena blurted out. "As if I wasn't even there. What does she see in this big-nosed, stiff-arsed bitch?"

Ramona gave her a sympathetic smile. "Katrin is really quite nice when you get to know her, she just needs a little time to warm to someone. And besides you shouldn't worry about her. She's not going to replace you. You and she have completely different roles in Aya's life."

Now it was Elena's turn to show her confusion. "What do you mean?"

Ramona replied with a counter question. "Would you want to have sex with only one person in your life?"

Elena shook her head vigorously. "Of course not, that would be stupid."

"Exactly. And neither does Aya.As my mother once said," Ramona explained, "A competitive woman needs two things for a fulfilling sex life. A lover and one or more rivals. Between Aya and Katrin, it's love. Well, a bit of rivalry too, but mostly love." She stretched out an imaginary scale with her hands. "About eighty percent. With you it's the other way around. You're her perfect rival."

"You just said I was her partner," Elena expressed her doubts.

"That doesn't matter!" Ramona explained excitedly. "Most rivalries arise in the workplace. And that's a good thing. Your mutual jealousy ensures that you both give your best."

"Aya is jealous of me?"

"You bet!" the witch affirmed eagerly. "Do you have any idea how she plagued me for the last few months, with Elena this, Elena that? She even asked me which of you had the better ass in my opinion."

"What did you answer?" Elena inquired, trying to make the question sound casual.

"That I would have to examine yours up close first," the witch replied, leaning forward and reaching out with her hand. "May I?"

"Not now." Elena playfully brushed her aside with a smirk. Her mood had already improved considerably. She was a damn better rival for Aya than Katrin or anyone else would ever be.

"Alright, smart-ass," she retorted, "then what are you to her?"

"Her best friend, I guess." Ramona shrugged her shoulders. "With occasional benefits."

At that moment, her phone rang. "Speak of the devil," the witch muttered after glancing at the display. When she answered the call, her face froze almost immediately.

"Yes, she happens to be with me right now," she stammered. And after a short pause: " We're on our way."

Chapter 8 – Blood Moon




Aya sat up in bed as Elena and Ramona rushed into the suite. Lilith had gone downstairs a while ago and left her alone. Not that much time could have passed but it had felt like an eternity of shame.



"Careful," she warned her friends. "There's a banishing circle under the carpet.


Elena stayed behind at the door as a precaution, but Ramona hurried to her side undeterred. As an ordinary human, she had nothing to fear after all.


"Aya, you're alive!" she exclaimed happily, hugging the naked succubus with relief. When she detached herself again, she added. "But you look terrible. Like you've been gang-banged by a drunken rugby team wearing sumo wrestling costumes."


"That was Lilith," Aya replied thin-lipped, looking down at the floor in shame. "Are you able to break the circle?"


"We'll see in a moment," the witch announced and opened a bag she had brought with her. "I've got vinegar in case she used pig's blood and oven cleaner in case it was bone ash."


She stepped back a little and lifted the Persian rug. "Oh, chalk. The timeless classic. A damp cloth will do. This place needs a cleaning anyway, to be honest. I wouldn't rate this hotel five stars, if you asked me."


Without further ado, the witch crouched down and began to remove the occult drawings. Elena, who had stepped up behind her, refrained from making any mocking comments. She gave Aya a look that seemed to say she knew exactly how the black-haired succubus was feeling. "How did that bitch get herself out of there?" she asked instead.


"Probably because she created it herself and knows her stuff," Ramona explained. "Those are some pretty advanced runes. But there we go."


Both women helped Aya to get to her feet and put on her dress. She felt dizzy and almost twisted her ankle, but Elena supported her in time.


"She fed on you?" the blonde guessed correctly. Aya nodded weakly. "That bitch. If I catch her…"


"She's too strong," Aya objected. "We have to get out of here. But first we have to free Katrin. She's held captive in the basement."


Her partner sighed in resignation. "If we absolutely have to…"


While leaving, Elena's gaze fell on Lilith's whip. Curious, she picked it up and weighed it in her hand. "Nice toy, I used to have one of those back in the day." Without further ado, she packed the torture tool into her handbag.


They took the elevator down to the basement and looked around. After a brief search, they discovered a massive armored door that didn't look like it belonged in a hotel. There was no recognizable opening mechanism and even when the three of them braced themselves against it, it wouldn't move a centimeter. The problem was that they were running out of time. The lunar eclipse was imminent. Exhausted, Aya leaned against it with her outstretched arm. The brief exertion had already left her out of breath.


"What now?" she asked as a series of previously invisible symbols suddenly began to light up on the door.


"It's a magic seal!" Ramona realized with excitement. "You have to say some kind of password like open sesame."


Aya thought for a moment. She only had one idea what it could be. Loudly, she spoke, "Purple rose."


With the piercing squeak of unoiled hinges, the steel door swung open as if by magic.


"Great," Elena commented. "If anyone's in there, they'll now know we're coming."


Expecting a dark dungeon or at least a rusty bunker from the Cold War era, Aya was surprised to see how luxuriously furnished the premises on the other side of the door were. A few steps led them down into a large circular room reminiscent of an Imperial-era lounge. Light came from a pompous chandelier. The vaulted concrete ceiling did indeed reveal that this had originally been a bunker, but the walls were paneled with wood and the floor was lined with fluffy carpets and animal furs.


"Not bad for a villain's hideout," Elena thought. "Still, I think mine had more style."


With another squeak, the door closed again behind them.


Several corridors branched off from the central room. The one directly ahead led into a second room, which seemed to be empty except for an altar in the middle, on which a naked woman was lying on her back.


"Katrin!" Aya recognized her at once and rushed towards her.


The second room lacked any furnishings. The floor and walls were bare concrete and there was no electric light here either. Instead, a few half-lit candles burned in the corners and a beam of pale moonlight fell directly onto the altar from above. When Aya looked up, she saw a light well, closed far above them by a circular window. The full moon was directly above it and it was slowly beginning to turn a reddish color, starting on one side.


However, the succubus only had eyes for Katrin, whose naked body was chained to the altar and appeared to be asleep. She was about to hurry to her side and wake her up, but a warning shout from Ramona made her pause: "Don't move!"


Aya followed Ramona's outstretched index finger and realized with horror that she was standing in the middle of a ritual circle. The floor around her was covered in strange chalk marks and weird geometric symbols.


"Return to me with caution" Ramona urged her and Aya did as instructed. When it came to magical things, she trusted her friend.


Elena had now caught up with them. "Is that another banishing circle?" she asked warily.


Ramona shook her head. "No, it's something else. A huge spell, incredibly complex with many interlocking components. I've never seen anything like it. And it is already in progress, siphoning energy from Katrin. If we remove her without canceling it first in a controlled manner, it could kill her."


"But you can do it, can't you?" asked Aya. "Like with the banishing circle above. Just wipe it away and you're done."


The witch shook her head again. " First I have to find out how this spell works. Magic is a universal language. The patterns look familiar, but these symbols seem ancient. I need more time. If I erase the wrong line, it could do more harm than good."


At that moment, they heard the squeak of the bunker door opening.


"That's Lilith," Aya was sure.


"Great timing," Elena snorted. "I'll go and deal with her."


"Wait," Aya held her back. "She's too powerful. She beat the shit out of Katrin and outfucked me without me being able to force a single orgasm out of her. I'll go and buy us some time."


The blonde put her hand on the raven's shoulder. "You're in no condition. Make sure Katrin gets out of here alive. I'll finish the job. I bet she's really horny by now and just waiting for someone to finally do her."


With a look of grim determination on her face, Elena turned around and walked back into the lounge.


"Damn," Aya whispered when the other succubus had left. "She won't last long. We need to break the spell as quickly as possible. What can I do?"


"Not much," Ramona admitted as she studied the ritual circle. "Unless you can read Sumerian cuneiform or whatever that is." She frowned, but then her face brightened and she began frantically rummaging through her handbag. "Wait, I almost forgot!"


When she found what she was looking for, she held out a vial of milky liquid to Aya "It's for emergencies, but I guess this is one."


Aya's eyes began to light up. "You're the best."

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Lilith really was a sight to behold, Elena had to aknowledge as she faced the ancient succubus in the lounge. Such big, bulging breasts, long, firm thighs and full, juicy lips! Her eyes were drinking in every centimeter of the other demoness' sinful body. Of course, she kept her opinion to herself and instead put on her most disparaging expression.

"So you're the slut who runs this place," Elena stated. "Didn't expect you to dress like a dollar-store dominatrix. And what's with that hair color. Did no one tell you that burgundy is the lamest shade of red?"

"Says the stupid blonde dressed in leather from head to toe like in a kinky eighties bondage movie," Lilith shot back, not seeming the least bit surprised to see her here. "Nice to meet you in person Elena. I see you were a good recommendation for Jolie to subdue. Tough on the outside but submissive on the inside. Just waiting to be overwhelmed and forced into slavery by a more dominant woman."

Elena hissed in reply. If what this whore was implying was true, that was all the more reason to kick her ass.

Lilith smiled, pleased to have hit a sore spot. "Now get out of my way and leave or face the consequences. Rest assured I will not be as benevolent as your last mistress."

Defiantly, Elena took Lilith's whip out of her bag. "I'm not going anywhere. Whoever fucks with Aya, fucks with me."

"Oh, you found my whip," Lilith remarked, amused. "A dangerous weapon, in the hands of a capable…"

Elena swung the whip and cracked it a centimeter from the other succubus' face. She had been quite good at whipping when she had practiced it regularly, and to her satisfaction, she hadn't lost her touch.

"Listen, bitch," she made clear. "There are only two ways past me. The hard way or the hot way. Which one do you choose?"

Lilith nodded in acknowledgment, reached behind her and began unlacing her corset.

"I know what you're up to," she claimed. "You want to stall me until that little witch I saw on the CCTV frees the angel. She won't succeed. Not until the eclipse is over and the spell is complete. My sorcery is beyond anything that backyard potion brewer is capable of. I have all the time in the world to deal with you."

"Good," Elena said. "Because I'm going to dominate you really thoroughly and then feast on you with relish." She threw her whip and handbag onto a nearby armchair. It might seem reckless to give up her only advantage, but although a whip could inflict pain, it was not a weapon that really posed any danger to a succubus.

"I wonder how you're going to do that," Lilith mocked. "You look even flatter than Aya and she was no match for my sex appeal. Succubi these days just aren't what they used to be."

Lilith removed her corset and challengingly presented her bare breasts. Elena gasped in disbelief, but accepted the challenge and took off her jacket and the top underneath. Bare-breasted, they slowly approached each other, hips swaying. Sure, the redhead had the bigger breasts, but that would just make conquering them all the more rewarding. Her own girls weren't exactly small either and knew how to hold their own.

They stopped just centimeters before their stiff nipples touched each other. Lilith's intoxicating scent was already creeping into Elena's nose. Her erotic aura was overwhelming. She had only just met this vixen and already wanted nothing more than to fuck her brains out and sexually humiliate her. Partly because she had messed around in her life, partly because she had defeated Aya, something only Elena was entitled to. But mostly because she was just begging for it.

"When I'm done with you, we're going to have a whipping session," Elena hissed. In her head, she could already see herself punishing this arrogant whore's fat ass while she submissively licked her feet in return.

"Oh yes, we will," Lilith confirmed with a grin. "But in a very different way than you think."

Lilith wrapped her tattooed arms around Elena and pulled her close. The blonde immediately did the same and their fleshy breasts fused together. Both moaned with equal amounts of anger and pleasure and immediately began grabbing the other's ass.

"Yes, feel it," breathed Elena. That's what a truly gorgeous ass feels like, not one as fat and saggy as yours."

In truth, Lilith had an excellent ass, from what Elena could feel. While it did indeed appear to be a little wider and less defined than her own, it was a real pleasure to knead it. She had always been fascinated by asses and was amazed every time at how varied a woman's backside could be.

"You talk too much," Lilith whispered and kissed her on the mouth. Determined to show her who was in charge, she returned the kiss. A mistake, as quickly became apparent. Elena had never met such a long and agile tongue. Before she knew what was happening to her, she was hanging helplessly in Lilith's arms and being gently lowered onto the carpet.

When the voluptuous seductress finally broke the kiss after what felt like an eternity, she immediately set about peeling Elena, who was struggling for breath, out of her tight red leather pants. More intimidated than she would admit, she let it happen and watched as Lilith removed her skirt and thong.

"Nice haircut," she commented on Lilith's perfectly trimmed blossom-shaped patch of pubic hair. "Was that a fashion five thousand years ago?"

Like a predator on the prowl, Lilith crawled on top of her. "Seems to me your naughty mouth hasn't had enough and wants a refill. Time to get serious."

Lilith's horns began to grow as she spoke and purple wings unfurled on her back. Not wanting to be at a disadvantage, Elena shifted into her demon form as well. Then Lilith lowered herself full length onto her and every part of their bodies engaged in full scaled war. Tits rubbed against tits, toned bellies against toned bellies and thighs against thighs. Lips met and Elena's arousal rose like a storm surge.

"Look how wet your cute little fuck slit already is," Lilith remarked smugly when their lips parted. "It can't wait to welcome its new mistress."

In silent agreement, they started rubbing their crotches together in earnest. Already Elena's clit was swelling only to meet Lilith's sex organ head on, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. Her opponent's hands were everywhere, tangled in her hair as well as gripping her ass, and Lilith didn't hesitate for a second to bring her tail into action and invade Elena's vagina. Immediately she tried to retaliate in kind, but to her astonishment her opponent's incredibly strong cunt tightened around her tail and held it in place.

Damn, she now knew what Aya had been talking about. This woman was something else. How could she even hope to withstand such an onslaught?

A shadow fell upon her. Black bat wings flapped and suddenly she felt the weight of an extra person on top of her.

"Mind if I join?" asked Aya.

"Fuck!" Lilith cursed in surprise, breaking the kiss. "You again."

"Doesn't bother me in the slightest," Elena exclaimed in delight. "You look great."

Indeed, Aya seemed completely recovered. Her naked form looked sexy and glorious as she towered over Lilith. Like a woman at the absolute peak of her sexiness"

"I drank a whole flask of Ramona's potion," she revealed, "I feel better than ever."

"Then let's bang this bitch like she deserves," Elena suggested and they both grinned sadistically.

"You fools," Lilith warned them, "I can fuck you both at the same time if I want to."

"We'll see," Aya replied and moved to action. She pulled the redhead down a bit from Elena so that her tail slipped out of her. Her head came to rest on the blonde's breasts and the raven now had better access to her cunt from behind. Wasting no time, she began to finger Lilith frenetically.

"Oh, shit!" the sandwiched succubus moaned from between Elena's tits. "You insolent sluts!"

"Shut up and suck on my tits!" Elena ordered, pressing her surprised opponent's head deeper into her bosom.

Assaulted from all sides, Lilith's moans quickly grew higher and more desperate and it wasn't long before she finally exploded in a powerful orgasm. Both Aya and Elena rammed their magical fangs into the torrent of her life force and fed for all they were worth. To Elena's surprise, however, she did not manage to devour as much as she was used to. It was as if the two feasting succubi were hindering each other, like two dogs fighting over a bone. A puzzled look from Aya confirmed that she felt the same way. After a brief moment, Lilith's orgasm subsided and the source dried up.

"What's wrong with you?" complained Elena. "Let me feast on her."

"You let me feast on her," Aya countered.

Lilith giggled between them. "Now you know why succubi are no pack predators. Let me demonstrate how it's done."

Suddenly Elena felt at least three fingers penetrate her pussy. At the same time, the redhead started sucking on her left teat like no one had ever done before. Her skillful tongue played the piano on her areola and her teeth tugged wildly on her nipple.

The blonde moaned loudly. She had completely forgotten how close she was to her own orgasm and now she had finally passed the point where she could stop it. Aya did her best to pleasure Lilith, but so soon after her climax she would not reach another one.

Elena looked up at her partner with glazed eyes. "Feast on me", she moaned.

"What? No way!" Aya refused.

"Just do it!" she demanded. Her words transitioned smoothly into a lustful scream as her pussy exploded in a hot fountain and she was shaken by her orgasm. She could feel Lilith begin to feast on her released sexual energies, but Aya followed suit and contested her opponent's prize. Lilith growled in frustration as she was robbed of half of what she no doubt thought was rightfully hers.

"You can't win," Aya announced triumphantly. "Not against the two of us."

"I am as far above you as you are above mere mortals," Lilith growled. "I will show you how great the experience gap between us really is."

She reared up and succeeded in throwing Aya off her. Elena was too exhausted to do anything right now. In fact her eyes must have closed for a moment, because when she opened them again, Aya was lying next to her on her back while Lilith was lying between her spread legs pleasuring her orally. The Arabian beauty's gasping breath and suppressed moans indicated that she was rapidly approaching an orgasm. It was an incredibly sexy sight, It was a sexy sight watching the raven squirm in absolute bliss, but it was Elena's prerogative to pleasure her like this. She braced herself on her knees and rejoined the fray, crawling onto Lilith from behind and beginning to finger her sweaty breasts with one hand and her wet pussy with the other.

The stifled growl that the ancient succubus emitted was music to her ears.

"That's right, I'm not done with you yet," Elena hissed, "All the experience in the world won't save you, if you cross the wrong bitch on the wrong day."

Lilith's body reacted to her assault. Elena could sense that her opponent's next orgasm wasn't far off, but Aya came sooner. Her pussy exploded in violent spasms into Lilith's mouth and Elena didn't hesitate for a moment to feast on her, competing for as much life force as she could with Lilith this way. It was a dangerous game, but the only way to exhaust her dangerous foe.

As she did so, she intensified her efforts. Lilith was in an unfavorable position from which she could hardly defend herself and she had to take advantage of this. The older succubus tried to roll her over but Elena supported herself with her wings, so that the ended up, lying on their sides, the blonde still clinging to the redhead's back.

"You're a hot fuck," she whispered into Lilith's ear after a while. "But you should have brought a girlfriend. Now Aya and I have to share you and we're both very demanding mistresses. You'd better give in to it now, you'll need your stamina later."

"On the contrary," Lilith growled in reply. "You will be two exquisite slaves. I wonder which one of you will submit first. I bet it's you. You'll disappoint Aya, just like you disappointed Jolie. No wonder she favors that angel."

"Bitch!" Elena hissed. This skank really knew which buttons to push. She bit her roughly on back of the neck as punishment and penetrated her a little deeper with her fingers. Lilith moaned with pleasure, but her tight ass, constantly rubbing her crotch, was taking its toll. In addition, her tail kept lashing against the insides of her thighs and sometimes even against her twat. It couldn't penetrate her from this position, but she was slowly approaching another climax nonetheless.

Fortunately, Aya began to stir beside them.

"Elena has never disappointed me," she proclaimed. "She has exceeded all my expectations."

With some difficulty, the black-haired succubus rolled onto her stomach and crawled towards the other two. "Ready to finish this bitch?" she wanted to know from Elena.

"More than ready. Let's show her that this is our city and that it is under our protection."

Aya grinned with satisfaction. Addressing Lilith, she demanded, "Give me that tongue again, you cunt-licking whore. I want my cum back."

They kissed passionately and Aya's hand began to wander to Lilith's pussy, where it joined Elena's. Without the need for verbal communication, they began to rub the clit of their seemingly indomitable adversary between their thumbs.

Lilith's body began to shake in pre-orgasmic convulsions. This time it seemed like it was going to be a big one.

"She's all yours," Elena encouraged her partner.

Aya broke the kiss for a brief moment to respond. "No, you deserve to take her down."

Lilith resisted them for at least another five minutes. Her stamina was truly admirable. But her fate was inevitable. When her orgasm finally struck and her pussy erupted like a volcano, Elena devoured as much of her life force as she could. It wasn't enough to kill her, but enough to weaken her considerably.

"Oh, you wicked little hussies," she murmured with her eyes closed as her minute-long convulsions slowly subsided and her body slowly slid down from her climax. "I gonna make you pay for this." Despite her threats, however, she seemed too exhausted for now to back up her words with action.

"Let's get her up on her feet and carry her into the ritual room," Aya suggested. "She needs to break the spell before it is too late."

"With pleasure," Elena agreed. "But afterwards, I get to whip her."

Aya grinned at her. "I certainly don't want to miss that."

Together, they forced the weakend succubus to her feet and took her between them. It was then that Elena felt a tingling sensation and got goosebumps all over her naked body. Powerful magic had been released not far from them.

Lilith chuckled maliciously. "Too late. The spell has been completed. And for me, it's time to go."

She spoke a foreign word and suddenly purple mist completely obscured their vision. Elena was pushed away and Aya also let out a cry of protest.

Elena coughed and turned in circles, disoriented. She flapped her wings to clear the smoke, but it was ineffective. "What's going on here?"

"Another spell!" Aya guessed, "Where did she go?"

"We'll meet again," Lilith's voice sounded from somewhere. Shortly afterwards, they heard the squeak of the bunker door, but the echo made it difficult to determine the exact direction. Elena felt her way forward, and almost tripped over an armchair.

The fog dissipated after just a few seconds, but there was no sign of Lilith.

"She's gone," Aya said crestfallen.

"What about Katrin?" Elena asked anxiously. Her death, she was sure, would break Aya's heart.

An unexpected voice made them both spin around. "I'm fine, thank you."

The naked angel staggered out of the ritual room, leaning on Ramona. "I didn't think I'd ever say this, but I'm glad to see you, Elena."

"Katrin!" Aya shouted overjoyed and ran towards her to give her a hug. "I thought I'd lost you."

While the two naked beauties cuddled up to each other in relief, Ramona stepped up next to Elena and poked her in the side. "See? Eighty percent love."

When Aya finally broke away from Katrin, she turned to the witch. "How is that possible? We thought the spell had been completed."

"Well, it did," she confessed. "I didn't have enough time to completely undo it, but I altered the time component. The effect is no longer permanent. Everyone outside this bunker will drop all inhibitions for a few minutes, but then come back to their senses. That's why it took much less life force."

"You're brilliant!" Aya praised and hugged her friend too.

Meanwhile, Katrin took a few awkward steps towards Elena. "I have to apologize to you," she admitted sheepishly. "I was a real bitch to you, and I'm sorry about that. I tried to drive you away because I wanted Aya all to myself, which was selfish. You two make a good team and I guess you're pretty okay for a demoness."

Elena nodded thoughtfully. "I guess I have been pretty selfish, too," she admitted to her. "For an angel, you're not so bad yourself. I can see why you and Aya fell so madly in love with each other."

Katrin blushed. "We're not…"

"Tsk, tsk," Elena interrupted her. "Don't deny it. She made you toasts, that speaks for itself. So how do we share her? Do we take turns?"

Before she got an answer Aya approached them. "How about we celebrate our victory together instead?" she suggested, spreading her arms and pulling both of them towards her.

"Uh!" Elena exclaimed in surprise as one of her tits collided with Aya's and the other suddenly pressed into Katrin's. The triangle of three pairs of boobs between them was an incredibly sexy sight and they all giggled and gave their beauties a little shake. Suddenly Elena felt a hand on each of her ass cheeks and in turn grabbed the two butts to her right and left.

"That's a good idea," Katrin agreed. Turning to Aya, she added. "As you know, I've always wanted my own private demon harem."

"It seems," Elena chimed in, "that your girlfriend likes my ass. Just like your boyfriend does. I'd wager even better than yours."

Katrin blushed. "Sorry, I couldn’t help, I had to compare those two."

"Go ahead", her lover encouraged her amused. "Make up your own mind."

"Ahem!" Ramona cleared her throat. "Aren't you forgetting the real heroine of this story? You know, the sexy witch who defused the spell and saved the day. Doesn't she deserve a reward too?"

"Absolutely!" Aya confirmed and waved her over. The black-haired succubus and the angel took her between them. She looked a little out of place as the only one in the circle still wearing clothes, but that didn't seem to bother her at the moment. She was beaming all over her face.

"You're in for a treat," Aya promised. "Sorry you missed the blood moon."

Ramona shrugged her shoulders. "No big deal, the next one will probably happen as early as in thirty years or so."

"Speaking treats," Katrin suddenly spoke up. "I have to call Rahel and cancel the planned sexfight. "There's no way I'd let you take on Jolie after a night like that."

Aya nodded, "We'll have to reschedule. "Lilith really worked me over."

Katrin borrowed Ramona's phone and dialed a number. After a while, she handed it back. "No one's answering. I'm afraid something's wrong."

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About half an hour later, the four women arrived all dressed in Rahel's hotel room. They were late, as there must have been about ten times as many traffic accidents as usual. Surely an effect of Lilith's spell. The door was unlocked, but it was dark in there except of some eerie red moon light shining through the curtains. When Katrin switched on the light, they heard a soft whimper from the bed. Rahel was lying there naked and spread-eagled between rumpled sheets, her magnificent body partially covered in cum. It was clear that she must have participated in some pretty wild sex here recently. The shackle Jolie had been wearing lay open at her feet. A dark premonition crept over Aya.

Rahel was conscious, but only just. Katrin helped her to sit up, while Aya brought her a glass of water. Ramona contributed a headache pill and Elena fetched a towel from the bathroom and covered her nakedness with it.

"What happened here, Warden Stern?" Katrin asked with a a trembling voice.

"I'm sorry," Rahel reported, sobbing. "I don't know what came over me. I suddenly just wanted to fuck her, it was as if my brain had switched off. It's all my fault."

"No," Katrin comforted her, "that was my fault. If I hadn't gone after Lilith, she would never have been able to cast that spell." She clenched her fist and punched the bed angrily. "I was such a fool. It could take me centuries to pick up Jolie's trail again."

In a comforting gesture, Aya put a hand on her shoulder. "It's just as much my fault. But I have a feeling that Jolie will show her face again very soon. She and I have unfinished business."

"Just like Lilith," Elena remarked. "I still have her whip. I bet she wants it back. Such a thing is a very personal item."

"So what do we do about it?" Romana wanted to know. When all heads had turned towards her, she added. "I mean, I'm part of the team, right? If you're going to make enemies of powerful demon sorceresses, you need a witch on your side."

"We're preparing," Aya announced. "We hone our skills, we stay on guard. And when evil returns, we'll face it head on."

"And then we kick those bitches' asses," Elena added. "God, I'm starting to like this job."

"Yes!" Ramona cheered enthusiastically. "All for one, like the three musketeers!"

She held out her hand and both Aya and Elena took it. Katrin, however, hesitated. "I hate to be the spoilsport, but I have to report to my superiors and take responsibility. It's hard to say how they'll react. It's possible we won't see each other for a while."

Aya bowed her head in sadness. "Not again. You've only just returned."

"I know," Katrin sighed, "I'll be back as soon as I can. And I'll leave knowing that the city is safe."

She stood up, pulled Aya into a hug and gave her a long, wet farewell kiss. "I just wish it hadn't all been for nothing."

"It wasn't," Elena claimed. "Erik gave me a detailed list of contacts. It will take a lot of work, but we have some leads."

The brunette nodded at her gratefully. When Rahel had collected her clothes, Katrin spread her wings. With a flash of light, the angels were gone.

Epilogue – With all the Dust Settled




Proudly, the two sexiest detectives in town admired the new sign on their office door: Al-Sabi & Lyons: Private Investigators – we solve any case.



"I still think," Elena remarked, "that Lyons & Al-Sabi would have had a better ring to it."


Aya laughed. "My pussy won, so my name comes first, we agreed on that."


With pleasure, she thought back to the long and steamy sexfight in which they had decided this issue. As always, it had been very close between them. Knowing that Lilith was out there somewhere, they did everything they could to up their game.


"Well," Elena conceded, "at least the heating is working again. That rat of a landlord couldn't get it fixed fast enough after Erik threatened to sue him."


"It's always good to have a lawyer at hand," Aya confirmed. "But you need to release your spell from him soon. Remember, we're the good guys."


"I did that long ago," Elena claimed.


"Then why is he still following you around?"


Her partner shrugged her shoulders. "He said he doesn't know anyone who can whip him as well as I can."


"I think you'll have to teach me that whipping thing some day."


"With pleasure," Elena agreed. "It's a delicate art and a lot of fun."


"Why did you stop doing it?"


"Well, been too busy, other interests… I guess it's the same as you and your guitar."


Aya sighed. "Probably. Maybe I should dust it off."


She looked Elena up and down in profile and couldn't help but admire how sexy she was. A spontaneous plan began to form in her head.


"By the way," she said, "I'm meeting Chris at the weekend, why don't you come over and bring Erik along? I'd be curious to see how the boys get along and what yours thinks of my butt."


Elena turned her head towards her and gave her a knowing smile. She was of course fully aware what Aya was up to. "Very well, my dear. But don't cry if I end up with two long, hard cocks inside me and you come away empty-handed."


Aya returned the smile and gave her partner's buttocks a friendly slap. "As if that would ever happen…"

Such a masterpiece of a story. One of the best I have ever read. Loved both parts. The characters were amazing. Hope this is not the end of the road for the sexy P.I’s haha

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Originally Posted by darkmoonfades

Such a masterpiece of a story. One of the best I have ever read. Loved both parts. The characters were amazing. Hope this is not the end of the road for the sexy P.I’s haha

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I'm glad you enjoyed it! Although it isn't a new story anymore, all kind of feedback is most appreciated. I'll probably release at least one more sequel to tie up some of the loose ends. I have to admit I'm having difficulties nailing down the plot, though. Too many characters already... :D