Summoned by a Succubus

~~~ Series Introduction ~~~

This story series starts a little differently than most of mine. Instead of jumping right into the action with the main character, I introduce the supporting cast. You'll learn about their physical appearances and hear the stories of how they left their homes to set out on their own - before finding each other by happenstance.

From there, we move into the prologue - where you will get to see the girls begin to function as a team. They agree on a unified goal and then work together to accomplish it.

Finally, in the third chapter, the main character will be introduced to the story.

All chapters in this story have been completed. They are all submitted to Literotica - one right after the other. After that, it's up to the website admins to determine if and when they will be released. Generally, a new chapter shows up every day or so.

Come along with me on a tale of adventure and sex - of newfound friends, unlikely alliances, and daring escapades.

~~~ Physical Descriptions ~~~

Thalia Emberfall is a gentle giant. For a half-orc, she looks mostly human. Her soft facial features obviously come from her human mother. Her coarse black hair hangs down to her shoulder blades. She keeps a thick braid tied with a portion of her wavy locks. It hangs down the front of her right shoulder. The tusks (from her orc parentage) barely protrude from the corners of her mouth. They give her mother's good looks a feral edge. Her pointed ears are almost the color of her mother's skin at the tips. Thalia's breasts are small, compared to the rest of her body - she has a build of a powerful athlete. Her face is unscarred - unlike her hands. She protects the rest of her body with a combination of boiled leather and plate armor.

Elira Vex is a petite hippy girl with dark curly hair that hangs past her shoulders and pointed ears that stick out from her head. She has a single gold earring in the right lobe. Her eyes are dark, her features soft, and her skin is fair. Her lips are smaller than her mouth - adding to the illusion that she is tinier than she really is - although she is not that much smaller than most human girls her age. Elira's fingers are calloused from playing her instruments - which are her first love. Music flows through her naturally and she moves with grace and nimbleness - like a catchy melody. She wears simple but attractive clothes that would look right at home on a gypsy girl. A crimson cloak hangs from her shoulders - the hood thrown back when it's not raining. Her modest cleavage is just barely visible - though her neckline is a bit daring. Elira smiles most when she sees others enjoying her tunes.

Runa Stoneshield has a mass of untamed red hair atop her head. The flame-haired beauty has a wide smile with lips that are so light that they almost blend in with her rosy complexion. Her eyes are an amber-tinted golden color that is as attractive as it is exotic. Her smile is contagious and appears easily when she's among friends or when her creations turn out exactly the way she planned - which happens often. She's an intelligent girl with a smoldering, curvy figure that only adds to the attractiveness of her mental acuity. Her waist is narrow enough that her bust seems to stand out from her frame. Any man who focuses too closely on her firm breasts might miss the look of caution in her eyes. Runa's one fault might be that she can become a bit reckless when in pursuit of a goal. Runa's body is wrapped in layers of cotton cloth in a variety of colors - cream, dusty blue, rust, and olive. At her wrists, waist, shoulders, and neck, she wears gadgets (of her own design and making) that are tied on with leather straps.

Zephyra Moonsong's skin is a pale blue so light that it's almost white. She flows like the clouds. Her hair (only slightly darker than her skin) resembles a billowing cloud as it follows her oblong skull. Somewhere in that mass are a pair of pointed ears so narrow and tall that they look like spear heads. Zephyra prefers to wear a black leather single-suit that cups her attractively plump B-cup breasts in a loose-fitting bustier, wraps her narrow waist in a corset, and hugs her slender hips like a mini-skirt. A gauzy translucent black cape is clasped around her slender throat - the collar standing tall - the light fabric billowing from her shoulders in the breeze that always seems to follow her. Her long slender legs are encased in knee-high high-heeled boots that match the rest of her outfit. Zephyra's eyebrows - oddly enough - are black - rather than matching her cloud-like locks. They give her pupilless eyes a look that - at first glance - seems foreboding. She is, however, a gentle spirit - that is, until she is angered. At that point, she becomes the fury of a thunderstorm. When that happens, her pale blue eyes turn snow white. If you're close enough to see the change, you should probably run. Her nose is narrow and ends in an adorable point. Her lips are dark - almost a faded burgundy in color. They're narrower than her mouth by at least half - making her look extremely kissable. Zephyra is a free spirit. Trying to bind her will get you a fight that you probably don't want.

Nyx Varren's horns are almost as big as her head. Their midsections are as wide as her small fists. They erupt from her skull just above her temples, curl back behind her head like ram's horns, and then wrap back to guard her ears - ending at points beside her cheekbones. Her skin-tone has a mother-of-pearl look. It is a medley of pale greens, blues, pinks, and cream colors. Her oversized eyes give her almost a fish-like appearance. Her tiny adorable nose adds to that look. Her pupils are a luminous teal color. Her mouth is average sized but her lips spread almost fully across. She has a cute little chin that juts out just enough to make the fish-like appearance of the rest of her face take on an insect-like shape. The tip of her nose, the end of her chin, her cheeks, and her eyes all carry a rosy tint. She is as beautiful as she is exotic-looking. She keeps her hair in a long braid that trails down to her pert little butt. The color of her hair varies as much as her skin-tone does - it meanders between black, charcoal, and a dark blue that holds just a hint of green. Her eyebrows are the same color. They are as wide as her thumb where they start above her eyes - and then taper to a point as they reach for her ears. Nyx wears a tight-fitting black top with sleeves that extend to her wrists. Though the collar is high, her chest is left bare - and the plunging bust-line comes dangerously close to revealing her areolas. Her firm breasts are probably barely more than B-cups but Nyx's body is so tiny and waif-like that those pert mounds stand out from her frame like beacons in a lighthouse. Her waist is impossibly narrow - which makes her slender hips and bulbous butt look all that much sexier. Like her narrow arms, her thin legs are hidden away in black leggings that hug her skin and allow her to move without restriction - enabling her to shift like the shadows that she loves so much.

Lilith Hellspawn looks like a top-heavy college coed with bright purple hair cut in a bob that curls around her cherub-like face. Two gnarly horns, that look like they've been carved from obsidian, pierce her eye-catching locks - standing up from the sides of her head about three inches from the front of her hairline. They rise for about two inches before curving inward slightly. Other than her black horns and tail, she looks a lot like a young human female. Her waist is not tiny but her tummy is (obviously) toned. Her hips are wide - suggesting that she would make excellent breeding stock. Her eyebrows and little tuft of pussy hair match the hair on her head. Her pupils are a vivid purple color as well. When she is excited or angry, purple flames flicker within those orbs. Lilith prefers to be naked but - when required - wears a bikini that is deep purple in color - to contrast with her hair and eyes. She does not wear shoes or boots but her bare feet seem not to be affected or bothered by the terrain over which she travels. Her skin is soft and unblemished. She has no tattoos or piercings. Her skin tone looks like she might live on a tropical island but prefers to rest in the shade of the waving palm trees.

~~~ Backstories ~~~

Air Genasi Sorceress

Zephyra Moonsong threw her slender naked body from side to side - pulling at the restraints that held her down on the tattooing table. Tears streamed from her eyes. She clenched the muscles in her arms and legs but the ropes that bound her in place gave no quarter. For all the good it did, she screamed into the gag that covered her mouth and chin. No sound escaped though her chest convulsed from the effort. Her tiny dark blue nipples - crowning her firm B-cup breasts - were stiff. That stiffness had nothing to do with sexual arousal; it was pure venom. Her eyes - the color of crystal rain drops - burned with hatred for those who labored over her nude form. They had been ordered to brand her.

Her body was covered in the wispy sigils of her element - wind. Some of those sigils drew power from the air. Others focused that power. Still others channeled it to her hands, feet, mouth, and eyes. These sigils were about to have new companions - "undesirable" would be stenciled onto Zephyra's chest and her mons. This was a sign to all Genasi (elemental humanoids) that she was not to be bred. The warning sigils were tantamount to an open license (to any who viewed them) - unspoken permission to abuse the young woman in any way they wanted. According to their laws, that behavior was unacceptable and forbidden - but social interactions didn't always follow the code of law.

"Hold her," the scribe ordered.

The assistants pressed down on the slender girl's face, arms, and stomach - hard enough to change her response from hatred - to pain - and then fear. She stilled - and most of the helpers eased off a bit - but not the bitch holding her face down. That hateful wench kept her cheek smashed against the cold stone surface of the table.

In less than a minute, the first sigil was done. In the middle of her chest, above and between her two pert breasts, Zephyra now held the sign of the damned. She didn't bother fighting when the tattooist moved to her shaved mons and completed the second sigil - identical though smaller. For Zephyra, all hope was lost once the first one had been forcibly shoved into her flesh.

Magra - the woman holding her face - leaned down and whispered into her ear.

"You could have saved yourself all of this if you'd just done what you were told, *undesirable*."

The woman snarled the last word. It reverberated through Zephyra's body like thunder across the plains during a storm.

Magra shoved her face hard one last time before she stepped back. Zephyra vowed to *become* the storm. She promised herself she would find the bitch alone at some point and end her.

The tattooist called for handlers. Burly guardsman came, untied Zephyra from the table, bound her with the same ropes, carried her to the edge of the city, and tossed her onto the side of the road just outside of the gate. They turned and headed back to whatever they'd been doing before they'd been called to deal with the trash.

Zephyra lay curled in a fetal position in the dust, crying, as travelers passed her by. As soon as they saw what she was, they went out of their way to avoid her. Mothers covered the faces of their children and quickly pulled them away.

As the storm sorceress lay there, she thought about the elders' demands that she kowtow to them and follow their guidance for her magic. She had refused - again and again - never believing that they would really cast her out.

When darkness approached, Zephyra pulled herself together enough to recognize that she needed to be working on freeing herself. There wouldn't be too many monsters or aggressive creatures that would dare to come this close to the gate but there was no use in leaving herself as a tempting treat for any of them.

She worked at the ropes until they had chaffed her skin from the friction. Her wrists were bleeding by the time she worked the first hand free. She quickly dug at the knots to free her other hand - and then her ankles. Finally, she stood to her feet - still naked - and glared at the gate guards as she pulled the gag from her mouth.

The guards glared back - and fingered the edges of their blades - inviting her to give them an excuse to practice their craft. Zephyra started to throw the gag at them - and then thought better of it. The bindings that held her were the only possessions she had now.

Half-Orc Paladin

Thalia Emberfall returned from the mission, delighted with how things had gone. She ignored the hateful looks from Netra. She was just jealous that the captain had praised Thalia for her efforts. Thalia had tanked the troll that had been causing havoc among the villages while the spell-casters ravaged its health. The battle was long because trolls naturally recover from injuries and wounds. Netra had been relegated to healing Thalia and she resented not being a more active participant in the fight. Thalia stopped in her room long enough to grab a change of clothes - and then headed for the showers.

The half-orc paladin enjoyed a steamy bath and emerged from the bathhouse to find the captain waiting for her with two guards.

"Please come with us, Thalia," the captain said.

"What did I do?" she asked the burly orc.

"There are accusations that you have mind-reaver mushrooms in your room," he replied.

"I would never ...," Thalia objected.

"I believe you - but I have to look," he told her.

As they approached her room, Thalia saw Netra hiding in the shadows - watching. Her stomach sank. She was already sure that the captain would find what he'd been told to look for - forbidden fungus with hallucinogenic properties. Their use was frowned upon by most - but prohibited by the sect that Thalia belonged to.

She stood with the guards while the captain searched. In less than a minute, he came out of her room with a small wooden box containing the outlawed stimulant.

He allowed Thalia to gather her things. Normally such a thing was not done. Though Thalia wanted to rage and scream and accuse Netra of sabotage, she took the little mercy that the captain offered her and quickly grabbed everything she would need to survive on her own.

Mountain Dwarf Artificer

It was Runa Stoneshield's mother that turned her in. The talented artificer was sure of it. The head of the artificer's guild had come, entered her room, found the abomination that she had built, destroyed it, and then dragged her off to the city council. He accused her of sexual perversion and ordered her banished.

Her parents stood with their backs to her as she left the home that she grew up in. She refused to shed tears. The project had started simply as a companion to help with her craft. It had, admittedly, morphed into something pretty obscene - but Runa didn't see how it was hurting anyone. She only ever used the thing in her room.

She tried to get permission to stop and purchase crafting supplies on the way out of the city but was ordered to leave without delay. She'd have to make do with what she already had in her wheeled cart - filled with clothes, tools, and supplies.

As she walked through the gate, she realized that food and water would be the first things that she'd need to secure - followed quickly by shelter.

Half-Elf Bard

Elira Vex had secretly trained as a bard - despite knowing that her father hated them. She really had no choice. The music spoke to her. She hid it from him for as long as possible. His mother had been lured away from their home by a traveling musician when he was small and he had hated bards ever since.

Personally, Elira had her doubts about the veracity of her father's memories. She had endured the company of her father's father on multiple occasions. The man was an alcoholic. When - rarely - he wasn't drunk - he was a talentless bore who almost continuously tried to one-up every person who attempted to hold a conversation with him. Elira was sure that her father's mother had simply left the man in order to escape with her sanity intact.

Nevertheless, when Elira's father caught her with an instrument, he burned it in the fire in front of her. By the time he caught her the third time, it became obvious to him that she had ignored his many preaching sessions.

As the man raged at her, she gathered her things into a satchel, threw it over her shoulder, and left the house without saying a word. Elira vowed not to regret her decision.

Tiefling Rogue

When she was 14, Nyx Varren snuck out of the house she'd grown up in. She stayed as quiet as possible to keep from attracting the attention of the four men that were raping her mother. The men were the neighbors that lived around them. The young girl threw accusing glares at the men's wives as she left. They stood - hovering in the doorways of their homes - waiting for their abusive husbands to return to them.

For the next four years, Nyx survived on the streets by her wits - with a bit of help from her dark heritage. She could move short distances through the shadows without being seen. This had saved her - on more than one occasion - from being victimized the same way her mother had been.

When she became of-age, she took what few coins she had begged or stolen and visited a witch who helped her perform a ritual - using her blood - to gain the ability to use soul-knives. The arcane blades were an extension of her hereditary magic. They were with her always - and grew in strength as she did. She could call them and dismiss them at will. They extended from her knuckles. When she made a fist with each hand and called forth the shimmering blue blades of arcane energy, she was a force to be reckoned with.

The next raging drunkard who thought to have his way with the cute Tiefling waif quickly found himself drowning in his own blood as it poured from his severed throat to the dirty cobbled pavement he lay on - in the dark alley he had pulled her into. His unblinking eyes stared straight ahead as the lithe little rogue relieved him of all of his worldly possessions.

If Nyx hadn't gotten greedy, she might have been left alone. However, she knew where the man lived and went to his house to see what else she could claim from him in retaliation for the attack. She was surprised to find that the man did not live alone. Whether the woman was his wife or his mother, Nyx never found out. The female saw the blood on Nyx's clothes and intuited what had taken place. The woman ran from the house, calling for the guards. Nyx quickly shadow-stepped away and raced for the city gates before she was locked inside. Nyx was well-known among the guards - but not well-liked. Tieflings were all held in suspicion and her testimony would not be believed over the woman's.

Succubus

Lilith Hellspawn was looked down upon by her peers because of her gentle nature and her desire - not to control the males (or females) that she mated with - but to pleasure them until they achieved explosive climaxes. She believed that a bond of trust and mutual gratification trumped the power of draining a soul for its arcane energies. She ignored the haters and quietly bided her time - confident that she would one day find her heart's desire.

~~~ Prologue ~~~

Nyx found herself hiding in the shadows around the market in Gautham. This was the third city that she'd come to since leaving the one that she'd grown up in. This city was much larger. Set at the crossroads between the five kingdoms, it was less suspicious of her kind. The other big advantage was that - besides the diversity of the population and the traveling visitors - this place was far more affluent than where she'd been born. Money flowed much more freely. Where money flowed, so also did enterprise - both acceptable and illicit trade.

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