Suddenly a Succubus - Book Five
Copyright© 2025 by Nyx Nyghtingale
Chapter 65
Supernatural Sex Story: Chapter 65 - After months of chaos and magical threats, a new semester finally dawns for Aurelius University. Amara and friends have settled into a new and jubilant routine, working with other students to keep the campus safe while they work on repairing the Planar Gate. While minor threats from The Wilds occasionally crop up in the background, Vee finds herself struggling with a new problem: her angelic powers are beginning to fade. Can she keep herself, and her friends, safe without them?
Caution: This Supernatural Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Romantic Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction School Ghost Magic Were animal Demons Oral Sex Transformation
Vee stood tall, her stance strong as she braced herself against Hope’s full weight. Thick, voluminous red hair obscured Vee’s vision of the den, and faintly glittering tears ran down Hope’s face as she hugged Vee as tightly as possible.
“I’m gonna miss you so muuuuuch!!” Hope sobbed, shoving her face into Vee’s shoulder.
“I’ll miss you too, Hope,” Vee said with a smile. She gently rubbed Hope’s back as the two girls held each other. “I wish I could write you, or something, but I have a feeling that won’t be possible.” Glancing over at Zadkiel, Vee saw him shake his head slowly.
“There’s just SO many questions I want to ask you about Earth, and your school, and your friends, and Amara! I bet she’s SO pretty and SO nice and I wish I could meet heeeeeeerrrrrrrrrr!” Hope’s next few sentences devolved into incoherent ramblings about all the things she was going to miss about Vee. Had Nick and Amara not been in mortal peril, she would have absolutely searched for a way to stay a little longer, but there simply wasn’t time.
“It’s going to be okay, Hope,” Vee muttered back. “Who knows what the future holds?”
Wiping her eyes briefly, Hope leaned in close and whispered as quietly as she could, “I will see you again, Vee. Even if my dad tries to stop me, I’ll figure something out.”
The girls pulled away from each other, and Vee smiled in acknowledgment as she tucked a strand of Hope’s wild mane back into place. “Thank you so much for the warm welcome, Hope. And for not impaling me with a sword. I’m quite content not going through that again...”
“Wait, again?!” Hope asked.
Vee flashed a cheeky smile. “Perhaps that’s a story for another day.”
“That’s not faaaaair!” Hope turned towards Zadkiel as she sniffled and rubbed her nose. “Daddy, isn’t there something we can do to get more time with Vee? Don’t you have super archangel time powers or whatever?”
Zadkiel extended his arms and pulled Hope into a hug. “Not in this form, I’m afraid, Hope sweetie. We’ll just have to respect that Vee has her own life to live.”
Hope hugged her father tight, but turned her head to look at Vee. “I know ... Please say hello to Amara and all your friends for me? And to Aunt Evelyn? And if you ever find a way to maybe come back and visit again, you HAVE to—”
Her words were cut off by Zadkiel, his voice stern while a faint twinkle of magic appeared in his eyes. “Vee. Amara has just returned to Earth. I believe it’s time you took your exit.”
“Thank you, Zadkiel,” Vee said with a nod. “I’ll need to hurry if I’m to catch up with her.”
“Actually, I think I have a better solution,” Zadkiel said. He gently tapped Hope’s shoulder, silently asking her to release him from their hug. “With the seals of Aurelius University no longer functioning as intended, I believe I will be able to transport you directly home.”
“That’s incredible!” Vee said excitedly. “Do you know where I will appear?”
“Likely in whichever runic circle connects your school to The Wilds. In fact, you should be able to guarantee your destination if you aid me.”
Clenching her fists tightly, Vee hesitated. “I ... I will do my best.”
As Zadkiel stepped closer, he reached for Vee’s hands. “Just have faith in me, young Vequaniel. I certainly have faith in you.”
“And me!” Hope chipped in. “I mean, having faith in you. Zadkiel doesn’t mean me. I mean, he does have faith in me, but that’s not—” Hope shook her head. “Sorry, I’m rambling. You’re going to do amazing things, Vee, and I can’t wait to hear all about them the next time we meet!”
Vee laughed at Hope’s nervous rambling, and whispered one final goodbye before she straightened her posture and turned to face Zadkiel once again. “I’m ready.”
“Thank you, Vee,” he said quietly. “For everything.”
Powerful Enochian magic began swirling through the cottage, rustling the pages of nearby books as it manifested. Iridescent motes of light from beyond this plane condensed behind Zadkiel, revealing six magnificent wings that stretched into eternity. Vee clutched the archangel’s hands as tightly as she could, scared of falling into that endless abyss, and instead tried to focus on his kind gaze. With the archangel as her guide, she reached for her own wellspring of Creation and politely asked it to clear a path home. She closed her eyes and pictured the cold storage room underneath the cafeteria, surrounded on all sides by countless ancient appliances and small plants forcing their way onto campus from The Wilds.
Faint as it was, Vee felt her own magic stir to life as she envisioned her destination. It joined together with Zadkiel’s strength the way a canoe might get swept up in a tsunami, and she fell. Her stomach lurched as space rushed by her, endless sights and sounds from all over The Wilds vanishing in an instant as the impossible magic of an archangel catapulted her out of this plane.
Panic set in as Zadkiel released his grip on her, and for a brief moment, Vee dared to look at the planes as she found herself briefly suspended between them. She managed a single gasp in awe of the cosmos as she fell. Her mind seemed to split from her body, both of which felt eons apart from some third part of her. They circled this other facet in perfect tandem, connected in spirit both to each other and this immense source of warmth and joy that, somehow, felt like home. As difficult as it was to comprehend, she believed herself to be orbiting some kind of star; a massive beacon of potential that was both her and greater than she could ever hope to be. Thin, glittering trails of magic lit her way forward, and this star that both was and wasn’t her pulsed with recognition as she soared passed it.
Tears fell from her eyes as she sped between worlds. She wanted so badly to understand this star, to be one with it and to feel its light as her own, but as she reached out, it shuddered. It was not her, it couldn’t be, and yet she felt her desire mirrored in its blinding depths. Their connection was something beyond Vee’s understanding, and as she accepted that she could not be one with this thing, she finally saw it for what it was.
Her Miracle.
All at once, it expanded beyond her senses before simultaneously landing in the palm of her hand. She whispered a silent greeting to it before releasing it once more, surrendering to the tides of Creation that swept her home.
Vee opened her eyes. She was together again, kneeling on solid ground in a cold storage room underneath the cafeteria. Breath filled her lungs; not the unbearably humid air of The Wilds, but the dry, brisk air pumped through buildings by outdated furnaces. Rising to her feet, Vee briefly tested her balance to make sure she’d properly recovered from her trip. Content that she was all there, she grabbed her things from beside the portal and ran for the exit, holding the power button on her phone.
Initially, her haste was simply due to a desire to reunite with Amara. She’d been worried sick about her love ever since they’d been separated, and while she trusted Zadkiel’s word that she was alive and safe, she still wanted to see it for herself.
Then she saw the pitch blackness of the bistro, contrasted with the sharp moonlight illuminating the campus outside the windows.
I only just missed Amara, where could she have possibly run off to?
Vee stepped outside, and fear gripped her. The moon was practically full, and given what she knew about Amara’s return, there was no way they’d gotten the cure to Nick in time. Taking a brief second to look around the quad, Vee saw nothing of interest, and eventually caved to her desire to check the hundreds of messages flooding her phone.
They sped by at incredible speeds, an endless barrage of information that seemed, for the most part, entirely routine. When the messages finally stopped, her phone decided to display only the most recent text, and her stomach dropped.
Tessa: NICKS AT THE CHAPEL
He got out. He escaped as a werewolf and there’s no one strong enough to stop him. Amara has the cure, and she’s just hard-headed enough to chase directly after him!
Vee turned south and took off. She silently prayed for the strength to move faster, but her connection to her powers was still tenuous at best. Heart pounding in her chest, she sprinted as fast as she could in hopes of reaching Amara before she found Nick.
Flashes of Tadghán ran through Vee’s thoughts, memories of how completely his lycanthropy had eclipsed his personality and desires. For an entire night, he’d been nothing more than a monster, a creature of instinct with no aims for anything other than hunting, carnage, and bloodshed. Would that happen to Nick, too? If the sight of Amara failed to calm his nerves, Vee knew without question that Amara would be too stubborn, too optimistic to give up on the cure and reclaim her powers for the sake of self-defense.
The D’Ambray Chapel soon came into view, its many tall spires reaching towards the moon hanging above it. Its front doors had been knocked off their hinges, thrown deeper into the chapel where they’d smashed several rows of pews.
That means they’re inside somewhere.
Skidding to a stop just past the entrance, Vee looked around for any signs of Nick or Amara. She heard no movement, saw no figures lurking in the shadows. She quickly saw a small, wooden door near the main entrance that had also been ripped off its hinges, and took off running again.
Was this a good sign? No pure monster would bother ascending to the top of this bell tower, it didn’t make sense. If Nick was somehow still present inside this curse, perhaps he’d been able to direct it towards his favorite place on campus? Vee prayed that he’d managed to hold onto his humanity, that enough of him would be conscious to accept the cure they’d so painstakingly retrieved from The Wilds.
Endless ticking gears and whirring mechanical parts hummed around Vee as she sprinted up the stairs. Each click, each second that passed, seemed to be a cruel promise that she was going to fail, that she’d once again be too late, too weak to help those that mattered most to her.
Halfway up the stairs, she heard an animalistic grunt, the splintering of wooden planks, and the shattering of glass.
“NOO!!”
That was Amara!
Tears threatened to blind Vee as she pushed her body to its limit. Above her, wood crunched and the stones of the bell tower shook as a hulking figure stalked its prey. Vee grabbed the handle of the trapdoor, threw it open, and jumped into the small clearing beneath the massive, decommissioned bell.
Nick, now a hulking, uncontrolled werewolf, leapt at Amara, his razor-sharp claws ready to tear her to pieces. She just barely managed to dodge his swipe, but in the process, they both lost their balance on the shattered, uneven flooring. Nick stumbled to the side, and Vee saw Amara for a brief instant before she tumbled over the stone railing. Her body disappeared from view as she fell, and terror gripped Vee.
Digging her heels into the wood beneath her, Vee lunged forward. In this moment, she didn’t care about Nick, she didn’t care about herself, the only thing that mattered was saving the love of her life.
Unbidden, fractured pieces of her conversation with Zadkiel returned to her.
“Your power comes from faith, young Vee. Not faith in others, not faith in a higher power; simply the act of believing in and of itself.”
Nick tried to slash at Vee, who wasn’t quite fast enough to dodge the attack completely. His claws dug into the side of her legs, sending horrible pain shooting through her body, but she kept running.
“Your power is your own.”
Focusing entirely on the stone railing in front of her, Vee took one last breath and closed her eyes in prayer.
I won’t let her die!
Kicking off the floor, Vee dove over the railing and opened her eyes.
Magnificent, iridescent light from beyond time erupted from her body. Born from the heart of Creation, it bent and refracted through Vee’s soul, giving her breath and vision beyond anything she’d ever felt before. She saw Amara, bloodied and afraid as she plummeted to the concrete below, but she also saw the sky above. She saw the moon, the sun, the endless blanket of stars wrapped around them. The glittering star that was her miracle, previously both a promise and threat, began to orbit her soul in perfect harmony as she breathed deep of its light.
In the wake of this light, she saw herself. A small child desperately praying to a Patron that couldn’t hear her. A teenager scared of making friends out of fear of them learning the truth about her. A young adult, vulnerable and betrayed by a woman she did not yet know was her true love, lashing out with misplaced fury. A fading light tarnished with fear and confusion, discovering something beautiful in the chaotic moments before her existence nearly collapsed.
She saw this exact moment, her shining body leaping from the bell tower, and prepared for the visions to stop.
But they didn’t.
She saw a young, dark-skinned man with black hair and thick eyebrows cradling a dear friend in the middle of a war-torn battlefield. Chloé, angry and frustrated, staring back from the opposite side of a mirror. Heavy, eternal eyes beneath a crown of horns, their amber irises overflowing with twisted promises. Amara, the love of her life, descending a flight of stairs in a glittering red dress, proudly displaying her true form before a crowd of onlookers. An impenetrable barrier, a fallen ally, a race against time in the face of impossible adversity.
Countless images flooded Vee’s soul, racing by at speeds she never thought possible. She made no attempt to wrangle this perception, took no steps to guide the course of this strange experience, instead surrendering herself to her faith in her Miracle. The images, memories, and flashes of time gradually coalesced into something bigger than the totality of Vee’s life, bigger than her Miracle, bigger than time itself. She saw the infinite cosmos as it had been born, as it was now, as it could be in the future. Desires and desperations beyond anything she could hope to comprehend, hints of collectives so vast they dwarfed even the archangel Zadkiel’s might. The endless expanse of infinite time and infinite space somehow converged into twin observable facets of reality. Two glittering, impossible eyes that encompassed everything that had ever been or ever could be, and as Vee gazed upon them, they looked back. They flinched with recognition, and in the wake of their clarity, Vee’s consciousness collapsed back into her current form, her current reality. The totality of everything Vee now was coalesced inside her soul, its presence so immense that it demanded release, demanded form.
Magnificent, iridescent light from beyond time erupted from her body. Born from the heart of Creation, it bent and refracted through Vee’s soul, finding its freedom in the shape of two pillars of light that burst forth from her back. So potent was the appearance of this light that a shockwave of Enochian energy washed over the chapel, knocking Nick to the ground as it swept over the ancient stonework. It scattered decades of rot, banished centuries of ruin and degradation. It crafted new purpose and meaning for everything it touched, gifting new breath to a voice that had long ago resigned itself to obscurity.
For the first time in over a hundred years, the D’Ambray Chapel Bell began to ring. It sang a song more beautiful than it ever had before, a song of revival and second chances. More than anything, it sang a song of celebration as the angel Vequaniel found her wings.
The twin pillars of light condensed into a majestic tapestry of feathers, each as pure and divine as the light of Heaven itself. Immaculate, golden iridescence lined the edges of these feathers, and in the wake of their movement, sparkling rainbows scattered through the air. This tapestry soon condensed once more, not to change shape, but to angle downward in an attempt to save the life of a demon.
Vee flattened her wings and sped towards the ground, wrapping her arms around Amara and soaring back into the sky moments before she collided with the cold concrete. Returning to the landing beneath the bell, Vee set Amara down before cradling her cheek and looking into her eyes.
“Amara? Are you okay?” Vee asked. Bright light poured forth from her eyes, forcing Amara to squint as she returned Vee’s gaze.
“Vee? Is that you?” Amara winced in pain as she tried to move, drawing Vee’s attention to the blood running down her arm. Reaching out, Vee lovingly caressed the injury with her hand, knitting the wound together and completely removing all signs of damage.
“Everything’s okay, love,” Vee whispered.
“But it’s not! I tried to give Nick the cure, but he—” A rush of emotion overwhelmed Amara, choking out the rest of her sentence as tears streamed down her face.
Heavy, animalistic grunting filled Vee’s ears. Pulling away from Amara, Vee rose to her feet and turned to face Nick with newfound confidence. She spread her wings wide, embracing their meaning as she focused the entirety of her new senses on the werewolf in front of her. She saw Nick, his body twisted into a lycanthropic monster, snarling as he crouched low to the ground. He kicked forward, attempting to slash at Vee, and in return she raised a hand.
With a flick of her wrist, glittering angelic chains sprang forth from the light of her soul. They wrapped around Nick’s arms and legs, binding him in place and suspending him several inches above the shattered wooden floor. With the light of her Miracle now perfectly in sync with the light of her soul, Vee looked deep into Nick’s essence.
At the core of this beast, Vee saw the endlessly compassionate heart of her friend, trapped beneath the incredible weight of this monstrous curse. Thick, shadowy tendrils forced him into hiding, eclipsing the entirety of his being while attempting to overwrite the very nature of his soul. A grotesque, snarling wolf met Vee’s gaze, snapping and barking as it tried to fight back against the iridescent chains holding it in place. As terrifying as this curse was, however, Vee also saw cracks in its power. True to Saoirse’s word, the lycanthropy was on the cusp of permanently stitching itself into Nick’s soul, but it hadn’t yet won.
“Wretched curse of Lycanthropy, you are not welcome here!” Vee stepped closer to Nick, her words shaking the stones beneath her feet in perfect synchronicity with the bell tolling above her. “In the name of the Angel Vequaniel, your grip upon this human ends now!”
Coils of angelic light bent to Vee’s command, and she extended herself towards the heart of Nick’s lycanthropic infection. She exploited the cracks in its power, pushing deep into the curse and gripping it tight. It thrashed and raged against her command, desperate to consume its host entirely, but Vee refused to budge. Standing firm, she ripped the heart of the beast from Nick’s soul, conjuring a storm of glittering Enochian fire to dispose of it entirely. It howled with all its might, even attempting to reach back towards Nick in hopes of destroying him as well, but it failed to buck Vee’s ironclad faith.
With a final puff of smoke, the D’Ambray Chapel belltower bore witness to the first official Miracle of the angel Vequaniel.
Pitch black darkness. A snarling, snapping snare that ripped and tore and howled as it demanded subservience. It sought nothing but the hunt, the twisted glee of stalking its prey and proving its strength. The light of the nearly-full moon breathed endless vigor into this animal, fed its desires and gave it form as it corrupted the body of its host. Under the shadow of this curse, Nicholas van Buren grew weaker with each passing second. The shadow of the wolf choked out every glimmer of hope, every beam of light that promised an escape.
At times, he found scraps of connection. Vague hints of a friend desperately fighting him off as the chains binding his body shattered. Brief flashes of a treasured friend pleading for his freedom. For one instant, he even thought he saw Amara reaching out in solidarity, but each moment vanished as the beast dug its claws deeper into him.
When the light of the sun found Nick, it forced him to look away. It burned away the darkness, scoured the haze that clouded his mind. In its desperation to survive, the beast turned all its attention to diving deeper into Nick’s essence, but it could not shake the impossible might of the sun’s restraints. Glittering, iridescent chains that thrummed with magic beyond either Nick’s understanding or the beast’s. With one final, defiant howl, the cursed animal that had nearly subsumed him vanished entirely.
Clear, defiant ringing filled Nick’s ears as he took his first breath. The air made no sense; it was cold and dry, completely at odds with the warm sunlight surrounding him. Twisting, writhing, snapping pain suddenly shot through every bone in his body, forcing him to scream out in pain. His agonizing cry did not begin from nothing; it slowly came into focus as the howl of his body’s previous form faded into obscurity.