Chaos

“Come child, do you not wish to serve chaos to those lesser then you, my beautiful succubus queen.” His shadow fingers drifted towards her face from where she kneeled before him. Her chin lifted slightly, her blazing golden eyes reflecting the flames of the grand hall as she watched his fingers shift into inky curls of black smoke. It stroked through her aubergine hair in almost a caring manner until she felt the nearly choking heat that began to slither through her sinuses and drenched her tongue as his smoky touch invaded her every opening. Gold was drowned out by wicked night as her pupils blew, her head tipping back as if in ecstasy while the tendons of her neck pulled tight.  

A lesser demon would already be dead by now. She had fought for this, proven herself for this. She had torn down the trappings of hell, just to be chained. To him. The searing heat spread further like venom dripping from the crown of her head, slowly drenching it’s way through her system. Her veins pumped thickly, indigo vein networks painting their way across her skin with each beat of his invasion. Her plump lips peeled open, her horns reflecting the raging flames around them as her breaths ceased.

Fear was not an emotion she even recognized. One had to be the ideation of death to be honored this way. To know that no other would ever serve as she would. She was a queen. Death embraced her; recoiled at the wickedness that trickled and settled deep within her core until her lungs spasmed and air rocketed back into her body with a screech. Her hands jerked upwards, thrashing and clawing the heat wave before her. His powerful, shadowy image glimmered before her like a vision. A slow, wicked smile overtook his features while he casually canted the crown of his shadow ever so slightly. There was amusement dancing in his otherworldly bloody orbs. They throbbed with the wicked life force that burned at the core of the twisted shadowy figure.

A scream raked at her throat, but there was silence. Her spine twisted, the leathery appendage just above her curvy buttocks whiplashed side to side. Her flesh quivered and she shoved her clawed hands up to her creator. “Be made in my image, dark angel. Find, tempt, destroy. Chaos will forever be your rapture.” Her hair swirled wildly with the sweltering heat that emanated from the embers she kneeled upon. Angry sparks cast an eerie glow on her skin as they were spat upwards from beneath her.

A heavy rumble disturbed the endless, arduous flames around them. Her back arched painfully, presenting her bare chest to her maker. The encompassing darkness within her surged forward until a sickly yellow gleam pulsed between her breasts. Her breath froze, eyes wide and stricken as she accepted her fate.

Thick manacles appeared at her wrists, the heavy chains that melded into existence one link after the next until the dangling chain ends slithered down into the burning floor. The tension began to ease and she slowly straightened, lowering her head forward with a wicked, carnivorous spark raging in her eyes where gold bled back in to chase out the darkness. “Master...” Her demonic voice was husky smoke and blistering, caramel flames. His smile was undeniable now.

“Go,” The smoke poured forth from her mouth as her jaw lowered open. He gave one last stroke beneath the chin of his pretty pet before he recoiled while she lunged to her feet like a marionette suddenly coming to life. Her leathery wings burst open, violet hair whipping around her angular face. Her hands snapped out to the sides, claws piercing the waves as she studied the creature before her. The embers at her heeled ankles trembled as the rumbling grew louder until it echoed all around them. “Go now, chaos angel.”

His voice was like rich velvet this time, a soothing caress on her feverish brain. His eyes dipped down her naked frame as flashes of blinding light pierced the heavy space, fissures tearing open around where she stood. She reached her left hand forward slightly as if offering her hand to him. Reaching, lips pursing gently before the floor split open with a tremendous howl. With her chains whistling and swinging wildly above her, she fell.

The world was grey, dreary. Wet. Her chest rose and fell quickly. Her rib cage felt like glass. Hissing, her long lashes fluttered open before scanning around herself. It was hard beneath her, but the comforting heat of the underworld was gone. Survival instinct sparked at the back of her mind and she instinctively pressed to all fours before leaping lithely to her feet. Her heels were gone. She was... she glanced down at her naked body. Lifting a hand, she squeezed her right breast. Her fingers slid slowly down her abdomen, corded muscle ran beneath paper thin skin. She lifted the hand that had been stroking down her body. Flexing her fingers, she ogled the slender digits, down to the golden claws linked at the end of each of her fingers. They glinted dangerously as she tested her hand, an indulgent smile settling upon her features. Forged from the fires of hell itself, she would have fun with these.

Accepting she would have to deal with this pitiful human form, she hugged the shadows. Her golden eyes leaped from one creature to the next until she realized that hunger was pounding at the walls of every fiber of her being. She watched the pulse point of a man in business attire as he attempted to run down the side walk in his rush to get out of the rain. He was squishing a soggy fedora down on his soaked hair while he jogged past, brief case swinging in his opposite hand. He was perfect, she was starving. Her pointed tongue slid up the center of her plum painted cupids bow, a serene calm folding over her as her brows sloped and her demeanor changed.

She groped helplessly at her bare breasts as if to shield them from view. Her back hunched, her steps uncertain as she wobbled towards the mouth of the alley. “Help...” She breathed. Just a hint of a whisper, but the effect was immediate. The man nearly wiped out in his haste to skid to a stop in a puddle he had previously been attempting to avoid. His head swung back and forth, his eyelids beginning to droop. “Ah!” She gasped as she sank her shoulder against the grimy brick wall. Her tyrian colored locks were plastered to her cheeks and shoulders, dark strands trailing across her forehead as she stumbled forward. “Help!” She cried more vehemently this time. He swiveled around entirely, his briefcase flinging unknowingly into the road while his eyes landed on the vision before him.

Porcelain skin on full display, molten gold eyes that seized him by the very soul. “Uhhhh...” He groaned, her eyes catching the immediate shift in his demeanor as he stumbled towards her. Her chin dipped, eyes growing large and round as her gaze pleaded. She folded her arms around herself meekly, “P-please...” She murmured. The man drew closer still, drowning out the low light of the passing vehicles out on the street. The skies opened up, fat drops beginning to downpour mercilessly. “Ma-I, urm,” Tongue tied and entirely clueless to his situation, he became the moth to the flame. Lifting her right hand, she hooked her index finger and beckoned him to follow as she backed further into the shadows of the alley until just her glowing eyes were visible.

He palmed the front of his khakis hungrily, feeling his cock pressing painfully against the zipper as he drifted into the dark, entirely stupefied. Under cover, her full lips curled into a victorious smile while her prey drifted right into her trap. She could smell the hormonal spike that oozed from his pores. The scent of his pre-cum lent an earthy heaviness to the air. Her fingers curled over his shoulders, her curves fitting against him as she eased him back to the pavement as if he was simply levitating his way down to lay on his back. Her body pressed against him, the heat of his arousal caused her stomach to swirl nauseatingly, filthy humans.

He was starting to grasp and paw, desperate to touch, feel, taste her. Her upper lip curled ever so slightly, forcing him back to the pavement roughly with her left hand. “Shh, you will have plenty of sugar little one.” She hummed against her lips as she lowered until their breaths mixed. The rain was long forgotten, but no one would ever hear him scream. The world none the wiser to the man that quickly met his end in pure and utter ecstasy. Her teeth slid free from where they pierced through his tongue. She sucked the last of his blood from the muscle before slowly uncurling herself from his body and rising to her feet. She relieved him swiftly of the tan overcoat he had been wearing against the downpour. Shrugging into the large piece, she cinched it at the waste and sashayed back to the mouth of the alley. This time, she stepped into the light. A naughty, exhilarated smile settled on her features, eyes sparking with the thrill of her latest meal. Let the fun begin. Take from the ruler of Hell, find that in turn chaos would reign supreme.