Mike Landis wasn't going to go to the Halloween university reunion party, not originally. He had no desire to see his old university associates and he suspected the feeling was mutual. And there was always the thing hanging over him...
Then something happened.
Landis examined himself in the full length mirror. Perfect, he thought. The top was exactly the right shade of blue and the badge above his left breast was a good facsimile. He'd been concerned the pointed ear prosthetics would look silly, but they looked good now he'd put them on.
"Live long and prosper," he turned and said to the girl sitting on the end of his bed. He held up a hand, palm outwards, fingers split two on each side in a 'V'.
The girl on the bed clapped her hands and giggled.
She looked younger than Landis. Late teens to turning twenty would be a reasonable estimate. In contrast, Landis wasn't far off the big four-o.
"It's a shame we couldn't get you a costume in the same theme," Landis said. "You'd make a hot Romulan or green-skinned alien babe."
The additionals weren't really needed. The girl would make a hot anything.
Currently she was a hot horny devil.
A pair of dainty red horns emerged from waves of silky, flame-red hair. Her full breasts, large in comparison to the rest of her slim build, were contained within a skimpy black bra. The bra was matched by an equally skimpy pair of black panties. That was all she wore apart from a pair of black boots with laces that twined up to her knees.
Her face didn't really fit her suggestive costume. Cute and innocent, she resembled more the classic girl next door ... if next door happened to be on the set of a Hollywood movie.
There was the hint of something else in her smile. A little bit of mischief. A little bit of dirty. The smile of a girl who wouldn't have any qualms about wrapping those moist, pillow-soft lips around a man's penis and sucking until the owner collapsed in a state of blissful exhaustion.
The rest of her costume was surprisingly detailed and realistic. A pair of black bat wings was folded behind her back. A long red tail terminating in a 'devil's' point hung over the side of the bed. She'd even gone to the trouble of putting in contact lenses that made her eyes resemble empty black pools.
There was good reason her costume looked so realistic...
"Oh. But I like Halloween because it's the one night of the year I can be me," the girl said.
"I know, I know."
It wasn't a costume.
She was a succubus. His succubus to be precise and the reason why he'd decided to go to the party after all.
How he'd ended up with her, well that was a little more complicated...
"What do you have for me here?" Landis asked.
"Not sure. Heart attack, maybe," John Volk said, wheeling the body into the autopsy room.
"Looks young for a heart attack victim," Landis commented.
The body lying on the gurney looked to be a young man in his early twenties. Lean and muscular. Not your typical heart attack victim.
"That'll be the reason for the 'not sure'," Volk said. "They want a full tox."
Tox, toxicological. Healthy-looking young men did sometimes keel over with heart attacks for perfectly natural reasons, but it was an infrequent occurrence. Landis wouldn't know for sure until he'd opened him up and taken a look inside. Corpses were very much like books in that regard; you couldn't judge either by the cover.
"Did they find anything with the body?" Landis asked.
Volk's eyes lit up and he smiled.
"You're gonna love this," he said. He reached under the gurney and pulled out a cardboard box. "They found a whole bunch of spooky shit with the corpse."
"Spooky shit?" Landis said, raising an eyebrow.
"Satanic paraphernalia," Volk said, putting the box on a low desk next to Landis.
Landis looked through it. The box was full of black candles, old scraps of parchment and other satanic accoutrements, all carefully wrapped in clear plastic evidence bags.
"Different," Landis commented.
He pulled out a black stone tablet about the size of his fist. One side was engraved with a picture of a ferocious-looking female demon. She had grotesque exaggerated breasts and vagina. The other side was covered in worn and illegible writing. An ugly thing, Landis thought, putting it back in the box.
"You're thinking the candles?" Landis said. "The wax could be steeped in some kind of drug or poison."
Volk nodded. "Although some of the lads reckon he got over-excited at the thought of summoning up a hot demon babe and wanked himself to death."
The detective inspector guffawed, slapped Landis on the shoulder and left him with the body.
The real explanation was far more prosaic. Mr Healthy-looking Twentysomething had an undiagnosed congenital heart defect. A little extra excitement and boom, no more Mr Healthy-looking Twentysomething.
The source of that extra excitement was also trivial to work out. There was clear evidence the young man had been engaged in vigorous sexual activity right before he'd died.
With who, now that was the interesting question.
It should have been 'with what', as Landis was to discover later that night as he was sewing the corpse back up.
"He's dead, isn't he?"
Landis jumped in surprise. There was a girl sitting on the next autopsy table. Where had she come from? You needed a keycard to get into the lab and Landis was the only one on duty tonight.
"I only wanted to give him pleasure," the girl said. Tears ran down her cheeks. "I didn't know his heart was weak."
She was quite a pretty girl, if dressed a little provocatively in a black leather bra and panties.
Landis looked more closely. Were those horns on her head? And her eyes ... what was up with her eyes?
He thought it was shadows at first, but then his eyes accustomed and he realised those inky black pools really were her eyes.
Something moved behind her, dark and leathery like the wing of a bat.
"What are you?" Landis asked.
He looked at the box-the black candles were still safely wrapped up in clear plastic bags-and then at the corpse. Could an airborne hallucinogen be involved here? Some kind of exotic drug evaporating from the corpse?
He didn't feel like he was under the influence of any foreign substance. Everything felt as it should be ... aside from the semi-naked girl with horns and empty black holes where her eyes should be who'd appeared out of nowhere.
... and a tail.
He saw it, red and long like a whip or snake, dangling over the side of the stainless steel table.
"I'm a succubus," she answered. "He summoned me." She looked at the cadaver, currently split open from crotch to sternum, on the next autopsy table. "He was to be my master," she added, more tears running down her pale cheeks.
"Summoned you, to do what?" Landis asked.
"To give him pleasure, in any such way he desired," the girl answered.
She stared directly at Landis and for a moment he felt the full force of her sexual attraction burning on him like the light from an interrogation lamp. Only for a moment, before she glanced coyly away.
"I didn't mean for him to die," the girl said, her petite frame rocked by a series of sobs. "Now I have no master and without a master I can't stay here. I'll have to go back ... unless..."
She looked back at Landis and gave him a smile winsome enough to melt the craggiest of hearts.
"Will you be my master?" she asked.
She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. It fell away and the most perfect set of ripe round breasts Landis had ever seen bounced free. They were pale, almost milky-white, and topped with the points of inviting pink nipples. Landis's fingers twitched involuntarily, his hands eager to cup her smooth flesh.
"I'll give you whatever pleasures you desire."
The succubus opened her legs wide. Her tail curled round, hooked the edge of her panties and stretched them aside until the hairless folds of her sex were visible.
Landis dabbed his lips with his tongue. His mouth felt dry. It had been a long time since he'd last had sex. An erection was already stirring in his pants.
"This is sudden," he said.
"I'm sorry," the succubus said. She brought her legs together and folded her arms over her breasts, covering her nipples. "I didn't mean to be so forward."
She stared down at the floor.
"I don't want to go back," she said, on the verge of tears again.
She looked so lost and vulnerable something tugged at Landis's heart.
"What do I need to do," Landis asked, "to stop you from being sent back?"
The succubus fixed him again with her deep black gaze. "Have sex with me," she said. "Your seed fulfils the contract. It binds me to this world ... and to you, to do anything you desire."
Her black eyes smouldered and something wilder and far less noble pulled at Landis's heart. Pulled hard. She was incredibly attractive. Right then he wanted nothing more than to drive his hard manhood up into the moist warmth between her legs while fondling those enticing breasts.
He remembered the cadaver lying on the table behind him and paused.
"Forgive my hesitancy," Landis said, "but it didn't work out so well for the last man."
The succubus looked at the corpse. Water welled up in her black eyes. "I was too wild," she said. "It was what he wanted, but his body couldn't take it. I won't be like that with you."
.... There is more of this story ...