Soul Sucker

Frances Dortmund’s POV

Near Wick, Modern Day Scotland

Sunday, July 12, 847 A.D.

It was two hours before sundown when I spotted my target.

I nudged the horse away from the coast when the Viking camp appeared. Looping to the west, I found a meadow and tied the horse up near the Wick River. I had no weapons, but I needed nothing else. The furs I wore protected me from the cold wind as I followed the water to the sea.

My senses picked up on the sentry well before he noticed me. He was a young warrior, maybe twenty, tall and lean with short hair. He would be the first raider to feel my wrath, and my resolve hardened like my heart as I planned it out.

I kept the furs on but undid the ties so it opened the front of my body to him. I reached a hill just above his position, with the setting sun behind me. I stopped in a grassy clearing, put my hands on my hips, and waited.

He froze when he saw me. “Sjofn,” he said as he knelt in reverence. The demon and I laughed. The Norse Goddess of Love? That’s not me. I’m the Goddess of Vengeance now.

I pushed the furs off my shoulders and walked nude to meet him, my long blonde hair blowing in the wind. I’m sure the sun behind it made it look like fire. “Come here,” I yelled to him in Norse. He dropped his short sword and shield, then ran towards me. He went to kneel again, but I stopped him. “I need you,” I said as I put my hand inside the furs on his chest.

“How may I serve you, my Goddess,” he replied.

I let my hand move down, pulling the leather cord holding his pants while my right hand moved his chin up to look at him. The leggings dropped away, exposing his rapidly hardening cock. “I need a warrior to satisfy my lusts,” I told him as my hand encircled his manhood. “Are you such a man?”

“I have killed many men in our raids,” he said proudly.

“Let me see your scars.” He quickly doffed his remaining furs, standing proudly before me as I stroked his length. I ran my free hand over a fresh wound on his left arm. “Where did you get this?”

“Raid on a village,” he told me.

“Tell me about it,” I said softly. I dropped to my knees and untied the leggings. I caressed and stroked my Viking’s cock and balls while he told me of the battle where he’d destroyed my village. I’d heard enough. “I need you to fill me with your seed,” I told him. “Lie down.”

He spread his furs on the grass and lay upon them. I crawled up his body, my breasts swinging around until his hands gripped them and squeezed. I ignored the pain, lining him up with my ready sex and slowly sinking on it. He groaned in pleasure as I bottomed out. “By Odin, that feels good,” he told me.

“You just wait,” I said as I started to rock on top of him. I leaned over and kissed him, allowing my fangs to come in. The bite on his lower lip took him by surprise. I grabbed his head and kept my mouth on his so he couldn’t cry out.

Seconds later, the venom kicked in. The raider found himself unable to move a muscle yet fully aware of the situation. The man’s growing panic didn’t affect his cock. It swelled inside me as I started to move faster.

It was time for my revenge.

As his eyes widened, I shifted from the Nordic goddess to my original body. “You and your friends killed my husband and raped me on my wedding day, but you didn’t kill me,” I said as I leaned back. “That was the last mistake you’ll ever make. You fucked with the wrong woman.”

He couldn’t reply, but I could see the fear in his eyes. I wanted to feast on his pain and suffering, so I did. My demon owner let me have free reign, knowing the promise he made. I didn’t sense anyone nearby, and the sun was below the hills now. I shifted to my full Succubus form and extended my bat-like wings out.

My claws extended, digging into the muscles of his chest and shoulder. I kept fucking him while they slowly moved down, slicing deep furrows into skin and muscle. He could feel the pain and wanted to scream and get away.

His body wouldn’t listen to him anymore.

I saw the realization in his eyes when he couldn’t do a thing to stop it. I sliced his arms and legs and then cut his face to ribbons.

Through it all, my demon-powered pussy was driving him to orgasm. My body is for pleasuring males, and I instinctively knew how to use it. I moved faster, knowing I had to bring him off before blood loss killed him.

“You are but the first of many,” I told him. “None of your party will survive.” I used my inner muscles to clamp down on him, riding him fast, and then he exploded.

The demon cackled in glee as he harvested the Viking soul. I watched as the fear and pain faded from his eyes with his lifeblood. I leaned back and roared silently to the skies in triumph, feeling the power move through me under the demon’s guidance.

When it was over, only a bloody corpse lay below me. I let my rage out, tearing and ripping the body into pieces and scattering it in the grass around me. I finally stopped when I couldn’t find a piece big enough to bother with.

I stood tall, my pure succubus form covered in blood and gore. Walking down to the river, I washed my body clean in the twilight. When I was calm again, I returned to my Norse Goddess form, found my furs, and dressed again.

I walked to the fallen weapons and picked up the short sword. I’d never held a sword, but the demon had all the knowledge of fighting I would need.

I worked my way downstream, using my heightened senses and new knowledge to approach the camp silently. I could pick out eight Viking longships tied along the water’s edge and dozens of tents along a grassy hill. There was no sign of the prisoners or the plunder they’d taken from my village. “Returned by boat to their homes,” the demon supplied. The camp was turning in for the night. I spotted a half-dozen men near a fire and a few more patrolling the perimeter.

The demon was full of helpful ideas. It wasn’t enough of a punishment to only kill them. I wanted them isolated, frightened, and hearing noises in the night. They would be pissing themselves as they wondered if they would be the next to fall to the beast in the woods.

The first step was to take out the night watch. It was all too easy for me in the blackness of the night. I used my senses to locate them, then crept closer until I was in range. One hand over the mouth, a sword to the chest or neck, and hold them in place until their hearts stop. It took me a few hours before the camp was defenseless.

I found casks of whale oil and poured them onto the ships. I moved from longboat to longboat with a torch and started them on fire. In less than a minute, I was back in the shadows as the flames built.

I was hiding in the darkness again as the flames shot up. Men raced out of the tents, some looking for the attackers while others tried extinguishing the fires.

Both groups were unsuccessful.

An hour later, the boats were useless. The sails and the gear burned went up fast. Within an hour, the longboats burned to the waterlines.

The raiders would go out at first light and find the bodies of their missing sentries.

The leader was beside himself, vowing to kill the men who did this. His bravado wouldn’t lessen the effect my raid had on his men. I could smell their fear of an enemy that struck without warning and left without a trace.

I returned to the deep forest before dawn.

I returned the next night. The raiders sent patrols in groups of three to find me, but it was easy to evade them. I snuck into their tents while they slept, killing a few while they slept. Others left their tents to relieve themselves and never made it back.

Six died the first night, four the second.

Nothing they tried could stop me because I was the apex predator of the night. I could fly over or creep unseen through their patrols. I could appear as the female of their dreams, then immobilize them with a nibble. I could approach them silently and cut their throats.

With each passing day, the dwindling band of survivors lived in fear of the monster they couldn’t see. They pitched their tents close together and built fires around them, but nothing stopped me.

It took me almost three weeks until the leader was the only male alive. I bit him, fucked him, and let the Demon harvest his soul.

My revenge was complete.

My servitude was beginning.