Fic - Succubus Effect
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cornerofmadnessTitle --Succubus Effect
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Fandom -- Soldiers of the Sun universe
Disclaimer -- I own this!
Rating -- mature
Characters/Pairing -- Temple Chevalier, Guiseppina “Jo” Acerbi
Word Count -- 1,669
Warning -- Sexual (non-explicit) situations and gun violence against demons
Summary -- Temple and Jo’s night out goes a little sideways.
Author’s Note -- Written fortinhutlady for a Halloween treat and it’s doing double duty for the allbingo comm on dreamwidth for the prompt ‘aim for the head.’ This is from my Soldiers of the Sun universe. Find it here. (books make great presents, just saying). I thought about putting this in my author’s lj then decided against it. Anyhow this would have been part of chapter one if I had done this universe for nano like I originally planned.
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Temple never cared where he had to go to dance. It was always worth the effort. Getting to hoof it at Kennywood's ballroom after a day of riding all the amusement park rides made for a swell time. When Temple agreed to go with Jo to Kennywood as her date to quiet her harpy cousins who thought Jo should be keeping house and having babies and not fighting demons, he hadn't expected the date to be this fun. He expected it to be more awkward since Jo was his partner in the Soldiers of the Sun, and she knew he liked men as much as he did women. Still this whole day had been eggs in coffee except for him wanting to tell her cousins and their dates that they shouldn't be so blind to Jo's sense of pride in her fighting abilities and how she was making the world a safer place. That was a damn sight more polite than what he really wanted to tell them.
He couldn't help the huge grin on his face as he and Jo danced the Charleston. Fighting demons kept them in great shape. They were limber and strong, taking the kicks and leg work to an all new level – and Jo had fantastic gams- but what made him so happy was the jealous look on Jo's cousins’ faces when not only couldn't they match his and Jo's skill, but the rest of the dancers had moved back to give them space and were cheering them on. It served her cousins right for being such pills all day. Jo was a great gal and deserved better.
For that matter, he deserved a night of great dancing too. As much as he cared about Caleb and Agni, his partners were dead hoofer, true hazards on the dance floor. Yes, the Soldiers hosted a dance almost every weekend but half the time they were out on patrol or at a distant location hunting demons. Time off like he and Jo had today was rare and he meant to savor it. Besides, Jo was a fantastic dancer. He never understood how women could do the steps in high heels but she made it look effortless.
The wild beat of the Charleston ended and the band started into a slow waltz. Sweating, Temple thought he'd guide Jo over to their table where his coat and hat and her purse waited. They could use a rest and a drink. It should be wine but America was being foolish about that. Ah, to be back home in France at this moment.
However, Jo caught his hand and guided it to her waist. She leaned in close and whispered “Giada is watching.”
Of course. Giada didn't really believe Temple was Jo's boyfriend. Technically she was right but for all the wrong reasons. She thought Jo was too mannish to attract a lover. Giada was dead wrong about that. Any man would be lucky to have a dame like Jo. He swept her around the dance floor. Sadly in her heels, Jo was the same height as he was. Temple maintained Jo was a tall woman. Agni and Caleb claimed Temple was short, the muggs.
Jo tightened her grip on him and surprised Temple with a kiss. He responded with his usual enthusiasm until it belatedly sank in he was kissing his partner, the very twist his general, her uncle, had promised to castrate Temple if he dared to touch. But by the time that warning bell sounded in his brain, one hell of a kiss had happened. God in high heaven, what did he tell Caleb and Agni? No, he shouldn't tell them. Could he keep it a secret? That might be worse. They'd probably just shake their heads and give him a look that said they expected this of him.
“Wow, now I see what all the girls have been talking about,” Jo said, smiling at him.
Temple should have been embarrassed but he wasn't. “Jo.”
She gave his hand a sharp squeeze, nodding her head to the side. He saw Giada staring at them as her partner fumbled through the dance steps. If he stuck her with a pin right now, she'd explode into a mass of poison judging by the look she gave them.
Temple and Jo finished the waltz, and this time she did let Temple lead her back to their table. He pulled on his jacket because society said he should be wearing it but he hated wearing one while dancing and hated the hat more. The weight of his gun in the special inside jacket pocket dragged down his left arm.
“I'll get us something to drink,” he said.
Jo fanned herself with a hand. “I could use some water. Thank you.”
Temple pushed through the crowd toward the refreshment area. Boy, if it ever got out he kissed Jo, Taglioferro would have Temple's family jewels in his office in a jar of formaldehyde. Agni would be laughing and saying ‘I told you so.’ While Temple waited for the water, he eyed a cigarette girl who sauntered by on long, luscious pins. What was wrong with him? His eyes were forever wandering. At least the cigarette girl didn't come with the threat of him being a eunuch.
A shout snagged his attention, his gun hand automatically moving to his coat pistol. Temple didn't draw it. The shout could be anything. The people fleeing the dance floor, on the other, meant trouble. He tugged out the pistol, wishing he had his signature tommy gun. Of course on a crowded dance floor that would be a dangerous weapon to try and use.
Temple couldn't see the problem. It could just be a fight. That happened. One man steals another guy's gal, or for that matter a woman steals another muffin's date, things got hot. He scanned the crowd but saw nothing. Suddenly arms went around him from behind and someone pressed a kiss into his neck.
“Jo?” Temple looked over his shoulder as saw the cigarette girl instead of his partner. For an instant his ability to see the demon hidden within kicked in but all reason washed away as she ground her hips against his back.
“You are a sweet one,” she whispered and lust flooded him.
In the back of his warrior mind the word 'succubus' rang like a church bell but even that wasn't enough to break him out of her spell. Temple wanted to reach around and kill her but the only thing he could concentrate on was how hard he was. She fondled him through his pants, making him moan.
“Turn around, sweetie.”
Temple knew she needed to seal her mouth over his to drain his life energy. He fought her magic-empowered command. The sharp retort of a gun helped him to resist. Jo, he thought desperately then his worry faded as the succubus slipped her hand into his trousers, toying with him. That was all this was, a game, taking his excitement to the top of the mountain before she drained him. If he wouldn't turn, she'd just slither around him. He needed to move but her spell was strong.
Another gunshot sounded and Temple stumbled forward, twisting around. He started to raise his gun but cigarette girl opened her blouse. His mouth went dry at the sight of her perfect breasts, their pert nipples hard, begging him to suck them. Temple moved toward her.
“Temple, you dog!” Jo shouted. “Do I have to do all the work?”
The spell broke. He snapped his hand up and pulled the trigger, catching her between the eyes. Cigarette Girl fell, turning into ooze before she even hit ground.
His breath dragged in and out, ragged as Jo sauntered over. She gave him the gimlet eye.
“You might want to hang your hat over that thing.” Jo flicked a finger against the tent in his trousers.
His cock twitched as his face flushed. “Jo!”
“Men. Essere un coglione.” Jo sniffed. “Help me see if there are more of the succubi around.” She eyed his erection again. “If you can walk.”
How she could run off on high heels, he'd never know. Managing to gather his composure, Temple shuffled off after her. He spotted one final succubus, a bullet reducing her to the same vile ooze as her companions. Demon hunting was easy enough when the demons wore their own skin but when they hid in human form, it was tough. Hopefully any of the partiers by now realized he wasn’t shooting beautiful women in the face for fun. Occasionally that was a problem.
Once he and Jo were sure there were no more demons, they checked for causalities. One man was down – that was probably the original shout – and when he proved to be dead, he and Jo moved people back. Jo sent a nearby man to go look for park workers. They would need to phone for the police and an ambulance. Jo left him with the body so she could call this in to her uncle. The dance area was cleared but that didn't mean the amusement park was. They needed back up and lots of it.
Jo trotted back up to him, either unaware or ignoring the fact her cousins were behind her. “They're on their way. I have more bullets in my purse if you want to start looking for more in the park.”
“What is going on?” Giada cried. “I don't understand!”
“How can you not understand? Half our family fights demon,” Jo replied scornfully. “You mock me enough.” She waved Giada off.
“Let's get your purse and get to it,” Temple said. He didn't want to waste time on Giada's histrionics either.
It was far better to go patrol while he figured out an excuse if Taglioferro ever learned Jo had kissed him. Maybe the succubus effect would work.
He'd better hope so or Temple would be better off as demon food than facing Taglioferro's wrath.
Author--
cornerofmadnessFandom -- Soldiers of the Sun universe
Disclaimer -- I own this!
Rating -- mature
Characters/Pairing -- Temple Chevalier, Guiseppina “Jo” Acerbi
Word Count -- 1,669
Warning -- Sexual (non-explicit) situations and gun violence against demons
Summary -- Temple and Jo’s night out goes a little sideways.
Author’s Note -- Written for
tinhutlady for a Halloween treat and it’s doing double duty for the allbingo comm on dreamwidth for the prompt ‘aim for the head.’ This is from my Soldiers of the Sun universe. Find it here. (books make great presents, just saying). I thought about putting this in my author’s lj then decided against it. Anyhow this would have been part of chapter one if I had done this universe for nano like I originally planned.XXX
Temple never cared where he had to go to dance. It was always worth the effort. Getting to hoof it at Kennywood's ballroom after a day of riding all the amusement park rides made for a swell time. When Temple agreed to go with Jo to Kennywood as her date to quiet her harpy cousins who thought Jo should be keeping house and having babies and not fighting demons, he hadn't expected the date to be this fun. He expected it to be more awkward since Jo was his partner in the Soldiers of the Sun, and she knew he liked men as much as he did women. Still this whole day had been eggs in coffee except for him wanting to tell her cousins and their dates that they shouldn't be so blind to Jo's sense of pride in her fighting abilities and how she was making the world a safer place. That was a damn sight more polite than what he really wanted to tell them.
He couldn't help the huge grin on his face as he and Jo danced the Charleston. Fighting demons kept them in great shape. They were limber and strong, taking the kicks and leg work to an all new level – and Jo had fantastic gams- but what made him so happy was the jealous look on Jo's cousins’ faces when not only couldn't they match his and Jo's skill, but the rest of the dancers had moved back to give them space and were cheering them on. It served her cousins right for being such pills all day. Jo was a great gal and deserved better.
For that matter, he deserved a night of great dancing too. As much as he cared about Caleb and Agni, his partners were dead hoofer, true hazards on the dance floor. Yes, the Soldiers hosted a dance almost every weekend but half the time they were out on patrol or at a distant location hunting demons. Time off like he and Jo had today was rare and he meant to savor it. Besides, Jo was a fantastic dancer. He never understood how women could do the steps in high heels but she made it look effortless.
The wild beat of the Charleston ended and the band started into a slow waltz. Sweating, Temple thought he'd guide Jo over to their table where his coat and hat and her purse waited. They could use a rest and a drink. It should be wine but America was being foolish about that. Ah, to be back home in France at this moment.
However, Jo caught his hand and guided it to her waist. She leaned in close and whispered “Giada is watching.”
Of course. Giada didn't really believe Temple was Jo's boyfriend. Technically she was right but for all the wrong reasons. She thought Jo was too mannish to attract a lover. Giada was dead wrong about that. Any man would be lucky to have a dame like Jo. He swept her around the dance floor. Sadly in her heels, Jo was the same height as he was. Temple maintained Jo was a tall woman. Agni and Caleb claimed Temple was short, the muggs.
Jo tightened her grip on him and surprised Temple with a kiss. He responded with his usual enthusiasm until it belatedly sank in he was kissing his partner, the very twist his general, her uncle, had promised to castrate Temple if he dared to touch. But by the time that warning bell sounded in his brain, one hell of a kiss had happened. God in high heaven, what did he tell Caleb and Agni? No, he shouldn't tell them. Could he keep it a secret? That might be worse. They'd probably just shake their heads and give him a look that said they expected this of him.
“Wow, now I see what all the girls have been talking about,” Jo said, smiling at him.
Temple should have been embarrassed but he wasn't. “Jo.”
She gave his hand a sharp squeeze, nodding her head to the side. He saw Giada staring at them as her partner fumbled through the dance steps. If he stuck her with a pin right now, she'd explode into a mass of poison judging by the look she gave them.
Temple and Jo finished the waltz, and this time she did let Temple lead her back to their table. He pulled on his jacket because society said he should be wearing it but he hated wearing one while dancing and hated the hat more. The weight of his gun in the special inside jacket pocket dragged down his left arm.
“I'll get us something to drink,” he said.
Jo fanned herself with a hand. “I could use some water. Thank you.”
Temple pushed through the crowd toward the refreshment area. Boy, if it ever got out he kissed Jo, Taglioferro would have Temple's family jewels in his office in a jar of formaldehyde. Agni would be laughing and saying ‘I told you so.’ While Temple waited for the water, he eyed a cigarette girl who sauntered by on long, luscious pins. What was wrong with him? His eyes were forever wandering. At least the cigarette girl didn't come with the threat of him being a eunuch.
A shout snagged his attention, his gun hand automatically moving to his coat pistol. Temple didn't draw it. The shout could be anything. The people fleeing the dance floor, on the other, meant trouble. He tugged out the pistol, wishing he had his signature tommy gun. Of course on a crowded dance floor that would be a dangerous weapon to try and use.
Temple couldn't see the problem. It could just be a fight. That happened. One man steals another guy's gal, or for that matter a woman steals another muffin's date, things got hot. He scanned the crowd but saw nothing. Suddenly arms went around him from behind and someone pressed a kiss into his neck.
“Jo?” Temple looked over his shoulder as saw the cigarette girl instead of his partner. For an instant his ability to see the demon hidden within kicked in but all reason washed away as she ground her hips against his back.
“You are a sweet one,” she whispered and lust flooded him.
In the back of his warrior mind the word 'succubus' rang like a church bell but even that wasn't enough to break him out of her spell. Temple wanted to reach around and kill her but the only thing he could concentrate on was how hard he was. She fondled him through his pants, making him moan.
“Turn around, sweetie.”
Temple knew she needed to seal her mouth over his to drain his life energy. He fought her magic-empowered command. The sharp retort of a gun helped him to resist. Jo, he thought desperately then his worry faded as the succubus slipped her hand into his trousers, toying with him. That was all this was, a game, taking his excitement to the top of the mountain before she drained him. If he wouldn't turn, she'd just slither around him. He needed to move but her spell was strong.
Another gunshot sounded and Temple stumbled forward, twisting around. He started to raise his gun but cigarette girl opened her blouse. His mouth went dry at the sight of her perfect breasts, their pert nipples hard, begging him to suck them. Temple moved toward her.
“Temple, you dog!” Jo shouted. “Do I have to do all the work?”
The spell broke. He snapped his hand up and pulled the trigger, catching her between the eyes. Cigarette Girl fell, turning into ooze before she even hit ground.
His breath dragged in and out, ragged as Jo sauntered over. She gave him the gimlet eye.
“You might want to hang your hat over that thing.” Jo flicked a finger against the tent in his trousers.
His cock twitched as his face flushed. “Jo!”
“Men. Essere un coglione.” Jo sniffed. “Help me see if there are more of the succubi around.” She eyed his erection again. “If you can walk.”
How she could run off on high heels, he'd never know. Managing to gather his composure, Temple shuffled off after her. He spotted one final succubus, a bullet reducing her to the same vile ooze as her companions. Demon hunting was easy enough when the demons wore their own skin but when they hid in human form, it was tough. Hopefully any of the partiers by now realized he wasn’t shooting beautiful women in the face for fun. Occasionally that was a problem.
Once he and Jo were sure there were no more demons, they checked for causalities. One man was down – that was probably the original shout – and when he proved to be dead, he and Jo moved people back. Jo sent a nearby man to go look for park workers. They would need to phone for the police and an ambulance. Jo left him with the body so she could call this in to her uncle. The dance area was cleared but that didn't mean the amusement park was. They needed back up and lots of it.
Jo trotted back up to him, either unaware or ignoring the fact her cousins were behind her. “They're on their way. I have more bullets in my purse if you want to start looking for more in the park.”
“What is going on?” Giada cried. “I don't understand!”
“How can you not understand? Half our family fights demon,” Jo replied scornfully. “You mock me enough.” She waved Giada off.
“Let's get your purse and get to it,” Temple said. He didn't want to waste time on Giada's histrionics either.
It was far better to go patrol while he figured out an excuse if Taglioferro ever learned Jo had kissed him. Maybe the succubus effect would work.
He'd better hope so or Temple would be better off as demon food than facing Taglioferro's wrath.
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