Csala seethed with frustration. If she wanted to capture Jerome, she would have to retrace her steps to the chamber he had escaped from and pursue him through the same labyrinth of tunnels he was moving through so she wouldn’t get lost. The whole mountain was riddled with a complex network of tunnels, and even she could get lost if she wasn’t careful.

But if she returned to the chamber, Jerome would have ample time to slip away, and she would lose. The mere thought of losing incensed Csala, and she vented her fury by slamming her body against the rock walls as she raced through the tunnels.

With each impact, small quakes rocked the tunnels. Rocks and debris flew around her, and she screamed in frustration. Jerome mocked her as he made his way upward, infuriating her further.

After a moment of frenzy, Csala forced herself to calm down and released a psychic wave like a tide. She stood still for a long time as she searched for the quickest way into the tunnels. Jerome took the time to get farther and farther away but that sense of his that could almost tell where she was kept him abreast of her position. He kept pushing through the sand and soon he was far enough that he regained the use of his limbs.

Jerome was not happy about this, though. The succubus was still standing where she was, unmoving. He knew it was only a matter of time before she found the quickest route to him. In the next moment, she shot off in another direction.

Jerome’s heart nearly stopped. He knew she had found a way into the hidden tunnels, and it wouldn’t take her long to catch up to him. He hastened up and changed directions halfway up so he could go around some walls.

Moving through these smaller tunnels was slower than moving through the bigger ones. He would’ve loved to escape her through the hidden tunnels, but he could sense her getting closer.

Jerome’s heart started pounding hard as sweat poured out of his skin like a fountain. This mad woman would probably skin him alive if she caught him. He found another hatch in the rock wall and quickly opened it. He jumped into a new chamber and ran for the door. After unlocking it, he ran off at breakneck speed, his muscles straining with every movement as he zoomed through corridors.

Csala's screams echoed behind him as she discovered he had switched tunnels. She quickly stormed into a chamber beneath her and ran into the corridor chasing after him. Jerome glanced behind him after many twists and turns only to see a rage-filled beautiful succubus bearing down on him like an angel of death.

His only disadvantage was that he didn’t know how to traverse the network of tunnels in the mountain. Csala on the other hand knew it like the back of her hand, so despite his efforts, she caught up to him in no time.

Jerome took a deep, long breath as he turned around while running, gathering his essence for a mighty shot. He spat a huge fireball at her the next moment. The ball of flame was so hot that the walls of the tunnel they were running through started to dry up and crack instantly. But Csala just waved her hand, using her psychic powers to push the fire out of the way. It crashed into the wall beside her, exploding as it did.

The explosion rocked the succubus, putting her off balance as she slammed into the opposite wall. When she got back up Jerome who was a few paces away from her a moment ago was gone.

Jerome didn’t stop to face her. He ran like hell, searching for a tunnel leading upward like the one he used a while ago. However, the succubus was centuries older than him and a lot more powerful in strength and speed. Jerome’s only warning was the wind slightly rushing past him.

Csala raced past him, and he ran into her open hand. She grabbed him by the neck and slammed him onto the tunnel wall. With a crack, Jerome felt pain shoot up his right arm. Without delay, Csala broke his left arm as well. The pain was mind-numbing. Jerome sagged against the wall of the tunnel, his muscles twitching constantly as he endured the pain but Csala wasn’t done yet.

She raised her dainty foot and delivered a crushing kick to his thigh with enough force to shatter steel.

~~~

Jerome was taken to another chamber this time around and was bound, hands and feet in more of the strange knot on a table in the center of the chamber. The chamber was the same as the one before — dark and bare of furniture, except for the table.

Csala didn’t dare leave him alone this time around. She stripped him naked, ready to do the deed. Jerome looked at her with dread. He fancied beautiful women, but not beautiful women who wanted to enslave his soul.

“Don’t touch me!” he shouted through gritted teeth. “I’m warning you!”

He was still in a lot of pain from having his limbs broken. Csala hadn’t been gentle when she dragged him through the tunnels to this chamber as well. The journey through the tunnels up until now was a surprising one. The succubus only had a strip of her previous provocative gown on her. Her apparent sensuous body was put on display as she dragged Jerome through the tunnels of the mountain.

Jerome had found it hard to look away from her body. What surprised him the most was the succubus — every time their eyes had met, she had turned red with embarrassment and looked away. It was a quiet and uncomfortable journey, making Jerome question her expressions and emotions.

He could sense her anger and frustration, and also her embarrassment. How could someone who had had so many men for centuries act like she was acting? She did her best to cover up her embarrassment with her rage but Jerome still saw through it.

Jerome still had other cards to play but he needed the perfect moment to play them. He wasn’t even sure if his plan was a solid one. If it worked he could free himself from her clutches for good. If not…

~~~

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Csala climbed on top of him slowly and angrily. The human had made her work for her meal. She had also been burned by his strange blue flames, her beautiful red hair got damaged as a result. Thankfully she was already fully healed but her favorite dress had been destroyed. Now she had no other choice but to behold her naked body to this fool who didn’t know what was good for him!

No man had ever seen her completely naked and no man had ever done to her what this little devil beneath her had done. She would make sure to wring him dry until he begged her for mercy! And even then she wouldn’t stop.

Csala tried probing his mind but to her surprise, she couldn’t. She couldn’t help but curse out in frustration at the kind of trouble she had picked up. She couldn’t let her race’s most guarded secret be exposed to a man.

If the human found out that succubi didn’t need to have sex with men before absorbing vitality, it could cause problems in the future if he manages to escape. The best option would be to kill him after she was done, but whose child would she be killing?

She remembered the many powerful humans in the human plane she had glimpsed from one of her prey, and she wouldn’t want to raise their ire. Fortunately, she’d read the mind of one of her captives long ago and found out that his family had ways to find out who killed him — even across worlds! It would be wonderful if she could leave him here to go see the old crone but that was a lost hope now.

It was best to never let him escape. Csala quickly calmed her heart and breathed an intoxicating scent on Jerome. Succubi had many weapons in their arsenal, one of which was their breath — a biological aphrodisiac.

It could put a man in a sexual frenzy, making them lose all thoughts of resistance.

Jerome’s blood began to boil all of a sudden. He wanted to take the succubus on top of him now more than ever. He became more aware of the suppleness of her body and the wetness pouring out between her legs. He knew this was her doing but, try as he may to resist her, he couldn’t. Her huge bosom called to him as it bounced only inches from his face and the dark red beady nipples on them made him salivate. Jerome tried to reach up with his head, all thoughts of resisting her were blowing away on a nonexistent wind.

She bent down and used those succulent lips to kiss him once again. This time he did not pass out, but the intoxication increased. His control slipped away, and he started struggling to free himself from his shackles. Even with his broken limbs, he struggled. His eyes glazed over and his breathing became erratic.

Csala smiled to herself as she saw him struggling to free himself like a wounded beast. She could smell his arousal and found it intoxicating. She used her fingertips to trace the edges of his muscular chest. The young Sprout didn’t have a lot of muscle on him, but he was still ripped and had an athletic body. Csala couldn’t help but sigh.

Such a strong and beautiful man, yet you’ll end up like the rest of them. “What a shame,” she said out loud.

His member was already hard and ready to shoot, piercing her at the small of her back. She slowly reached behind her and pulled back the foreskin on the head of his shaft. She positioned the tip of her index finger at the base of his large member, between the balls and the shaft.

Csala slid her finger upwards very slowly before grabbing him softly at the head, causing him to shiver in ecstasy, she slid her hand down and up again slowly. Letting the pressure build. Jerome writhed beneath her pushing his lower body upward every now and then.

“Oooh, you’re so big. I can hardly wrap my hand around you.” She smiled.

She sped up with her hand and after a long while Jerome let loose a big load of seed. He splattered her back with so much, she was elated to the point of becoming light-headed.

“Hmmmm,” she moaned as she soaked up the vitality in his seed through her skin.

Jerome groaned for a few breaths — his lower body jerking back and forth as he spasmed in ecstasy — before his mind went blank. Peace. He wanted to go again. And as soon as he opened his eyes, Csala’s mouth closed over his.

Csala kept stimulating her captive for a very long time, wanting to tire him out so she could go see the old crone. There might not be enough time between leaving and coming back before the Sprout would regain himself. Her charm on him was wearing off quicker each time she used it on him. Soon, he would become immune. Before then though, she planned to tire him out so he couldn’t move a muscle.

However, the Sprout was like a dragon with never-ending stamina. He had peaked six times already but he didn’t seem to be tiring any time soon. What was worse, the duration between each peak increased; the more she made him peak the more his stamina.

He kept up with her which she found intriguing but at the same time frustrating. Csala was just about done with another session and kissed him for the umpteenth time when she felt a strong pull on her mind. She was unable to resist the pull as she felt like she was going to pass out.

Csala struggled, grappling psychically with the unknown force that wanted to take her mind. But all her struggles were in vain. Her mind was forcefully pulled out of her body and she found herself waking up somewhere strange.

~~~

It worked!

It had finally worked. He had succeeded in pulling the succubus into his mental plane. Jerome remembered the Sovereign telling him that in here, he was god.

He watched as Csala’s eyes fluttered open, her beautiful face filled with shock. The air was cold and fresh and red-brown leaves were everywhere. She turned around slowly to take in the new environment. When her eyes met Jerome’s, she glared at him and shot forward.

Jerome didn’t move. He willed the world to hold her down with invisible hands and she hit the floor with a loud bang.

“What in Odin’s name?!” she screamed.

Jerome walked up to her. He was surprised to see that she was fully clothed in the red dress that got destroyed.

Perhaps that’s how she sees herself subconsciously, he thought and looked down at himself as well, he was also putting on black robe-like armor and his favorite royalty-issued boots. Figures. These bodies they had in here were representations of their self images. Avatars, if you will.

“Welcome to Autumn… Your new home,” Jerome said.

He wanted to express hatred for her but he couldn’t, or he didn’t want to, or… Jerome sighed. He’d be lying to himself if he said he still hated her. Instead, he wanted her. Far more than he was willing to admit. Jerome pulled himself up and took a deep breath of the autumn air.

A confused Csala stood up slowly beside him looking at him strangely with her mouth wide open.

“What are you?” she finally asked. “Where are we?”

Jerome searched her eyes for a moment. The pull on his heart to her was strong, almost like a compulsion. But he hardened his heart and kept his secrets to himself. The mystery would make her rethink doing anything against him.

“Like I said before,” he spread his arms out. “This is your new home.”

Jerome turned around and vanished into thin air.