Suddenly a Succubus - Book Five
Copyright© 2025 by Nyx Nyghtingale
Chapter 60
Supernatural Sex Story: Chapter 60 - 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
The first thing Amara noticed was the noise. Compared to the stiff silence that had permeated the bottom floor of the cafeteria, The Wilds buzzed with life to such an extent that she flinched in pain the instant they arrived. Birds sang in nearby trees, leaves rustled in the presence of the warm breeze, insects buzzed and chirped, and running water babbled somewhere off in the distance.
Those sounds, at least, she understood.
What didn’t make sense were the dozens of other noises that joined the chorus. Animal calls she didn’t recognize echoed from distant groves, unnaturally deep cries soared over the treetops, their deep resonance implying massive airborne creatures. The strange, lavender light drifting down from the three moons sang a quiet song of mystery, and the thousands of suspended auroras that stretched across the sky twinkled with an ethereal, haunting melody. Those concrete, identifiable sounds weren’t even the final touches on the tapestry; they were merely the accents. Underneath everything else, the world itself vibrated. It hummed with a powerful force that made Amara feel as if she were surrounded by thousands of whirring electrical generators. Heavy, unnatural energy swirled and danced around her head as she tried to make sense of all these noises, and only by manually adjusting the sensitivity of her ears was she able to bring the world into some kind of bearable focus.
Amara shook her head as her sanity returned to her. After a moment of rubbing her ears, a kind hand grabbed her shoulder, and looked to her side to see Vee’s concerned face. “Everything alright, love?” she asked.
“Yeah, it’s just ... this place. It’s noisy on a level that’s hard to explain.”
“Aye,” Tadhgán said, looking around with a smile on his face. “That’s the song of The Wilds. Every living thing, from the smallest blade of grass to the largest predator, is part of it. I’d forgotten how much I missed that song; your home is so quiet in comparison.”
No longer under assault by the ambient noise, Amara allowed herself a moment to look around. The three of them stood in the center of a large clearing, one that had clearly been sculpted by hand, or more likely, magic. The space was perfectly circular, filled with tall blueish-green grass that shimmered as if a wave on the ocean. At the edge of the clearing, a perfect circle of trees marked the entrance to the jungle beyond, their bark shifting and shimmering in the moonlight while their multicolored leaves shook and danced with the same wind that swept across the grass. Above them, three moons hung in the sky, each of them much smaller than the one Amara was used to.
The first moon was the color of pale cobalt and took the shape of a thick crescent; not quite half full, but certainly close. A short distance away, the second moon was much thinner. This one had a significantly darker tone, and was a deep scarlet. The last moon was the smallest, yet also the closest to being full. Likely a few days away from being completely visible, its surface was not only a dusty lavender color, but it also twinkled as if covered with glitter.
Underneath their feet, unusually firm ground eventually drew Amara’s attention. A quick look revealed that, while the ground nearby was made of soft dirt that yielded countless blades of grass, the exact center of the clearing held another magic circle. Its runes appeared remarkably similar to the circle underneath the cafeteria, but instead of being made of ink, they’d been carved into the wood of a large tree stump that stood an inch or two above the surrounding ground. The runes themselves had been immaculately applied, and the grooves also contained hints of some kind of residue, though not one Amara was familiar with. The somewhat familiar sight reminded her of home, pushing aside the very brief hint of wonder that had nearly crept in, and she pulled herself back on track.
“We don’t have time to stop and smell the roses, Tadhgán,” Amara muttered. “We need to get that cure for Nick, and every second counts.”
“Right, that reminds me.” Tadhgán crouched down, wincing slightly as he lowered himself to the ground. After settling on one knee, he dug his fingers into the soft ground just beside the tree trunk and pulled out a small clump of dirt. Raising it up, he cautiously massaged it with his fingers, dropping bits and pieces as he did. He next stuck the tip of his nose into the dirt before taking a deep breath. Seconds later, a look of concern appeared on his face. “I can get us home, but we’re uncomfortably close to one of the Courts. I can keep us on the outskirts of their territory, but there’s always a chance we run into a wandering faerie.”
“Thanks for the warning, Tadhgán,” Vee said, stepping closer to help him up. “You briefly explained some things before we left, but is there anything else we should know?”
After a moment of contemplation, Tadhgán responded. “They can be anything from the most beautiful visage you’ve ever seen to the most terrifying, and often have the ability to shift between those extremes at will. They love games, they crave novelty, but they are bound by a series of rules you and I can’t hope to understand. Show them nothing but utmost civility and politeness at all times, and watch your words carefully. One poorly phrased sentence and you might cease to be you. They can be ferociously literal creatures, but so long as you don’t break any rules, they can’t harm you without permission.”
“Who would give permission for someone else to harm them?” Amara asked with a dismissive chuckle.
“This is no laughing matter, Amara,” Tadhgán said, his voice gravely serious. “Their skill with wordplay far exceeds your talents for illusion or shapeshifting. They twist meaning in a way that’s hard to describe, and they are only required to act in accordance with rules no one fully understands. Perhaps you step on a welcome mat and only wipe your feet two times instead of three, and suddenly they’re legally allowed to steal your feet.”
“My feet? Really?”
Tadhgán sighed in frustration. “That’s a terrible example, but I’ve been fortunate enough to never meet a faerie in my life. The point I’m trying to make is that you might accidentally give permission for something without realizing it. Say as little as possible, and when you do speak, choose your words extremely carefully.”
“We’ll let you do the talking if we run into any faeries, Tadhgán,” Vee said. “I’m also happy to have conversations if need be. I love you to death, Amara, but you’re not always careful with your words.”
“I get it, I’ll stay quiet.” Amara held up her hands in surrender. “So, where to?”
In response, Tadhgán held his handful of dirt up to the wolves still sitting patiently beside them. One by one, they each sniffed his hand before the pack unanimously started trotting in a specific direction. Stepping down from the tree trunk, Tadhgán began to follow them, leaving Amara and Vee to follow in his wake as he waded through the tall grass. At the edge of the clearing, Tadhgán gave each of the wolves a pat on the head before pointing off in the distance. At this command, the wolves broke into a sprint, quickly disappearing into the jungle as they raced ahead.
“Are we following them?” Vee asked.
“No, I just needed them to show me the direction. They’ll have to take different paths from us, given their size, and it’s probably safe if we avoid traveling in such a large group.” Tadhgán looked back at the girls for a moment, then started walking into the jungle.
Amara looked to her side and grabbed Vee’s hand. “You ready?”
Vee nodded, squeezing Amara’s hand in return. “With you by my side? Absolutely. Let’s go save Nick.”
After a quick kiss, the girls quickly caught up to Tadhgán. As they jogged closer, Amara quickly refreshed herself to prepare for the coming adventure. With a small burst of hellfire, her previous clothes transformed into something more befitting a jungle adventure. Baggy, dull green cargo pants with their bottoms tucked into tall hiking boots appeared around her legs, while a beige button-down top sprang forth to cover the rest of her body. She even playfully gave herself a tiny red scarf, tied snugly around her neck and a green safari hat to pull the silly outfit together, and she finished it off by tying her hair into a tight ponytail. She kept her horns and tail out, but hid her wings away, assuming they would only be a hindrance in a tight, cramped jungle.
Vee glanced back, her eyes quickly taking in Amara’s new look. They smiled at each other, silently signaled to Tadhgán that they were ready, and their journey began.
Underneath Amara’s feet, fallen multicolored leaves rustled and crunched as she walked, their shimmering colors masking the unusually soft dirt that seemed ever-present in this area of the jungle. The ground felt more like a mix between sand and clay; somewhat wet, somewhat grainy, and uncomfortably firm underneath her feet. Footing was most secure in the spots which held roots from nearby trees, all of which varied in thickness and height. The longer they walked, the more Amara began to find patterns in the local plant life, eventually identifying three different tiers to the jungle around them.
The smallest was the massive collection of shrubs, bushes, and tiny trees that littered the jungle floor. Many of these plants were no more than a few feet tall, and while most of them were varying shades of green, it wasn’t uncommon to see hints of blue or purple included as well. On one occasion, they passed by a tiny tree that was mostly a collection of large leaves protruding from a small wooden stump. At first, Amara didn’t question it in the slightest, but she was caught off guard when an errant broken twig seemingly caused all the leaves to explode outward. After the initial shock, she soon realized that the leaves had simply been perfectly stationary collections of butterfly-like creatures with green wings that lit up upon taking flight. The three of them froze just long enough for the swarm to dissipate, at which point they resumed their hike.
The second grouping of flora were the slightly thicker trees that uniformly grew to a height of roughly fifteen to twenty feet. The multicolored leaves were primarily found on the tops of these trees, while the trunks were completely devoid of other branches. This allowed, or was possibly caused by, a heavy blanket of thin, kudzu-like vines with black, oily, reflective surfaces that made Amara’s skin crawl as her gaze lingered.
The largest growths were a series of enormous trees, each at least six feet wide, that extended so high into the sky Amara had trouble gauging their height. Their leaves formed the canopy at the top of the jungle, and appeared to uniformly be of a blueish-purple coloration. The dark kudzu vines were occasionally present on these trees, but more frequently, she instead saw fluffy pink moss that pulsed and swayed not in time with the wind, but instead the rhythm of the song of magic Amara had heard upon first arriving.
After a short while, though how long exactly Amara couldn’t say, she finally grew curious enough about their journey to speak up. “So, how long do you think it’ll take to reach your place?”
“I wish I could say, but unfortunately that’s not entirely possible,” Tadhgán replied.
“Seriously? Do I need to remind you what’s at stake here? Actually, fuck, if we know the direction, I could probably just fly us there to save us all this tedious hiking.”
“Firstly, Amara, the lack of an answer isn’t my fault; it’s a direct result of the nature of these jungles. Secondly, taking to the skies would be a terrible idea, especially this close to the Courts. We’d be drawing far too much attention to ourselves, and if we need to start hiding from hungry predators or bored faerie nobility, the trip will take even longer.”
Vee spoke up next. “Wait, what do you mean ‘the nature of these jungles?’ Is there something weird about them?”
“Well, not for me. It’s ... how to explain this ... Okay, in the time I spent at your Aurelius University, we traveled everywhere by walking, much like we’re doing now. However, all the different spaces in your world seemed to operate on one shared set of rules and conditions. Here, because of all the latent magic, different pockets of space tend to bend and warp in reaction to the creatures that live here.”
Amara’s face scrunched as she tried to process Tadhgán’s words. “I don’t get it.”
Tadhgán cautiously ducked underneath a loose vine of black kudzu, then continued talking. “Creatures that live here exert influence on the space around them. The more powerful the individual, the stronger the effect, which itself is linked to the nature and desires of whichever creature calls that place home. It’s not uncommon for certain areas of the jungle to grow or shrink in accordance with the wishes of their denizens.”
“So, to try and find a more concrete example, a creature living in a river might be able to magically control the size and speed of that river?” Vee asked, ducking underneath a large blueish-red frond.
“That would be a relatively simplistic effect, but yes. Another feature of this place is that walking everywhere on foot doesn’t always mean taking the shortest path. Often, if someone with a strong enough connection to their home crosses a boundary, they might very easily find themselves arriving at home without the need to cross all the connecting space.”
“Wait, are you saying you can just teleport home? Why the fuck aren’t we doing that?” Amara asked.
“I can’t teleport; the jungle itself simply allows for such travel if the conditions are right. Our ability to move in that manner is greatly hindered if we find ourselves close to large spheres of influence, which tend to pull and distort the jungle around them, locking things in place.”
“Such as the Fae Courts,” Vee muttered.
“Exactly,” Tadhgán said with a slow nod. “Right now, we’re pathing through open jungle; space that hasn’t yet been claimed by any creature or court. Think of it as a connective tissue, or possibly blood. It adjoins all things, and gives us a path from place to place if we’re moving in unfamiliar territory.”
As they skirted around another large tree, Amara nervously eyed a pulsating mound of pink moss before sighing in frustration. “As long as you two understand this, then I’m happy.”
Several hours later, the exact amount of time Amara hadn’t bothered tracking, the topography began to shift. She started seeing thick green vines that stretched between the colorful treetops, while the predictable soundscape of birds and bugs gave way to the sound of running water. The noise grew continually louder, even with Amara’s artificially reduced hearing, and she wondered what kind of river or waterfall might be capable of making so much noise.
Thankfully, she wasn’t waiting long, but the answer proved to be more confusing than anything she might have imagined.
Without any advance warning, the thick collection of trees, shrubs, and bushes vanished as the three of them found a sharp edge to the jungle. Roughly twenty to thirty feet in front of them, the jungle resumed its dominance, and the space in between was filled with water. What truly confused Amara was the shape this water took. It didn’t rest in the ground, level with her feet; it instead raced through the air at breakneck speeds, as if someone had taken the entire river and lifted it up and out of the ground. The water, instead of being one constant stream, instead took the form of thousands of fish, crocodiles, turtles, snakes, and other forms of marine life, all of them racing forward while they collided with each other and the nearby tree tops.
The ground underneath this unusual phenomenon appeared very similar to a normal river bed, save for it being completely even with the ground of the jungle. Flat, circular stones lay scattered in a large bed of sand, appearing very much to have been smoothed out by years of water erosion. How this had happened, given the stones weren’t touching any water, Amara decided not to question.
“Uh, Tadhgán? Are we supposed to cross this ... whatever it is?” she asked.
“What, you’ve never seen a river before?” Tadhgán responded, a smile appearing on his face despite his obvious exhaustion following their long hike.
“No, we have rivers back home, but they never take the shape of animals like this. Nor do they hover above the ground.” Vee allowed herself a moment of rest as well, squatting down as she examined the point where the sandy riverbed met the jungle floor.
“That’s a shame,” Tadhgán mused. “These kinds of rivers are more rare, but they’re so beautiful. I can’t say I’m surprised to find one so close to the Courts.”
“How are we supposed to get across? Crawl underneath it?” Amara asked.
“Oh, that’d be a terrible idea, lass,” he said. After moving closer, Tadhgán leaned in and pointed at a small patch of ground roughly halfway across the river. “There, you see that glimmering rock? Keep an eye on that.”
Amara and Vee waited for several minutes, eyes fixed on the rock in question while they waited for whatever revelation Tadhgán had promised. There was an impressive amount of space between the ground and the rushing mass of water animals, at least two or three feet, which made observation rather easy. Thankfully, they didn’t have to wait long.
Further upstream, one of the approaching creatures appeared more animated than the others, and continually jumped away from the pack as if trying to win an invisible race. It looked like a mix between a lionfish and a dolphin, with an elongated snout and a series of thick barbs jutting out from its side. Each jump pushed it out of the water, though it wasn’t jumping up; it was instead swimming upside down and jumping towards the ground as it moved. As it approached the area Amara and Vee were watching, it made one final jump, coming quite close to the rock in question.
The sand underneath the river burst upward and a sharp vine punctured the side of the water creature. Its movement completely halted, save for a series of frantic flails as the vine pulled it closer to the ground. Underneath the sand, now visible as it stirred, was a sharp series of dusty brown leaves arranged in the shape of three large fronds. The leaves were so jagged they appeared almost like teeth, and the vine this plant had shot forth slowly reeled the water creature closer. Over the course of the next minute, the creature’s flails gradually lessened, and the large fronds of the plant closed around it entirely before retreating back into the ground.
“That’s ... ugh, I don’t even know what to think. It’s pretty unsettling, if nothing else,” Vee muttered, backing around from the river slightly.
“Is it really that strange? Plants need water, so they get it from the river,” Tadhgán said.
Amara shuddered briefly before turning to look at Tadhgán again. “Okay, but you haven’t answered my question. How are we supposed to get across this? You’ve already told me I can’t fly, and we apparently can’t go underneath, so what?”
Slowly rising to his feet with a slight wince, Tadhgán turned his attention to the nearby tree line. “That’s the easy part. We just need to ... Ah, here we go.” Approaching one of the larger trees, he carefully raised a hand and placed it on a patch of bark completely free of moss and kudzu. “Hello there, friend. Any chance you can help us get across? My home is on the other side of the river, you see.”
With a quick glance, Amara looked over at Vee, both of them equally confused as they watched Tadhgán talk to a tree. For a moment, nothing happened, and Amara nearly stepped closer to ask for clarification when she saw the tree begin to move. It shuffled back and forth, then angled away from the river as some of its roots rose out of the ground. In particular, the set of roots that appeared stretched all the way to the opposite side of the river. They creaked and groaned as they moved, rising higher and higher until they stopped roughly seven feet above the ground.
In total, three lengthy roots had appeared, and they now formed a narrow tunnel that connected the two banks of the river. One root directly above, and two to the sides, almost like handrails. For reasons beyond Amara’s comprehension, all the racing water creatures that made up the river redirected their path up and over the roots, and not a single one of them swam through the makeshift tunnel.
“That’s it?” Amara asked.
“That’s it!” Tadhgán said. “Now we just walk across. Be sure to keep a hand on the roots at all times. Even though we won’t be touching the water, the force of all that movement is still capable of knocking you over.”
Walking up to the entrance of the tunnel, Tadhgán led by example and grabbed the two roots to his left and right. Gripping them tight, he took several steps into the river and immediately braced against some kind of invisible wind. With a quick glance towards his legs, Amara remembered he was still injured from their fight, and quickly ran closer to help steady him.
“Vee, stay behind me, use my tail for support!” Amara shouted over the roar of the river.
Once she reached Tadhgán, she immediately understood the threat this venture posed. She’d assumed that it would feel like standing in a strong wind, one that threatened to knock them over onto the predatory sands below, but the truth was much more intense. Despite not having any contact with the rapids racing above them, she still felt the force of their movements. Powerful winds as solid as water buffeted her body, the sound of its fury even louder now that she stood inside the river. After quickly adjusting her hearing again, Amara pushed herself beside Tadhgán to help steady him.
He looked up, a friendly smile on his face, and sighed in relief as his body slackened somewhat. He kept his right arm on a railing, then wrapped his left around Amara’s waist as he leaned against her for support. Behind them, familiar hands grabbed her tail, and with a quick flourish, she wrapped it around Vee’s waist to help support her as well.
With Amara acting as an anchor, walking across the river only took a few minutes. They could have gone even faster, but Amara made sure to keep her eyes on Tadhgán just in case he noticed anything strange. She was glad she did, too; on one occasion he pointed out a suspicious bit of sand, and closer examination revealed that one of the predatory plants was incredibly close to the edge of their tunnel. Even a single misstep might have given the plant an opportunity to attack, but with Tadhgán’s help avoiding it was quite easy.
Once the three of them exited the tunnel on the other side of the river, Tadhgán gently pet one of the tree roots and muttered a quiet thank you. In response, the tree on the other side shuddered once more, then gradually sank its roots back into the ground.
With the river now behind them, the journey continued.
Amara lost track of how long they hiked through the jungle. She’d never been great at judging time; life on Earth was so heavily regimented that devices and schedules always kept her on track. Here, for better or for worse, they’d opted to leave their phones behind, fairly sure they would serve no purpose without cell signals or Wi-Fi. Even more confusing was the lack of sunlight. There was plenty of light to navigate by, of course, but its source seemed to be the ever-present sparkling aurora in the sky above them. Even then, the strange lavender light seemed to touch places that made no sense—it appeared underneath plants and in small holes, areas that had no exposure to the sky above. Amara spent many hours silently trying to figure out this mystery, and the answer came when they happened to path around a large bush with incredibly massive leaves that arced up from the ground before bending back again. Upon the surface of this strange leaf was a large collection of sparkling light.
At first glance, she very nearly assumed it was a bit of dew or condensation. Thankfully, by pure coincidence, she happened to catch the moment the collection proved too heavy for the leaf, and fell to the ground as a large droplet. The light shimmered as it landed, and as it dispersed, the base of the bush suddenly illuminated just a bit more; the light of The Wilds, or at least this area, was a liquid.
As fascinating as this was, it meant using the presence of light to tell time was impossible. Gone were the predictable cycles of day and night, and in their absence, Amara felt even more unprepared for this strange land.
Hours passed in relative silence as they traveled. On several occasions, Tadhgán began describing features of the jungle he assumed might be confusing to Amara and Vee, who were both endlessly amused by which things he found worth explaining and which things he didn’t. Plants that perched atop trees and slowly nibbled away at the falling light? Completely ordinary. Snakes that ate leaves to impossible excess, only to become trees? Mundane to the point of boredom. Yet, when Amara complimented the coloration of an orange and purple flower that resembled a lily with too many petals, she earned herself a stern talking to about the dangers of such flowers. Ingest them the wrong way, he warned, and she risked losing the ability to sleep unless hanging upside down.
The more she saw, and the longer she spent in this permanent twilight, the more her sense of time failed her. The only true measure she had was her own hunger. Tadhgán seemed happy to forage the occasional handful of berries or fibrous plant roots, but Vee and Amara agreed to stick to their prepared rations until absolutely necessary.
It was shortly past their second helping of rations that Tadhgán found the first natural phenomenon that seemed to trouble him. From Amara’s perspective, it appeared to just be a thick collection of shrubs, bushes, and trees that obscured their view of the path beyond, but Tadhgán shook his head adamantly at her dismissive attitude.
“Do you see the way the plants overlap? The fact that we can truly see nothing of the way forward? This is the edge of someone’s influence, no doubt about it,” Tadhgán muttered fearfully.
“So, what, we’re about to enter someone’s home?” Vee asked. “Should we, I dunno, knock or something? Maybe find a path around?”
“Not possible, I’m afraid. Our path is through.”
Amara pulled a leaf from Vee’s hair before looking at the boundary. “Do we know what kind of creature we’re about to meet? Is there anything we can do to prepare?”
Tadhgán shook his head. “No, and nothing. Just watch your words carefully, let me do the talking, and hopefully we can escape unscathed. If we do find a faerie on the other side, it might help to hold yourself with poise and elegance, just to be safe.”
With nothing else to do, the three of them nodded at each other and walked towards the boundary of influence. Amara clasped Vee’s hand tightly in her own, just to be safe. Her heart rate climbed, ever so slightly, at the thought of encountering something that instilled fear in Tadhgán, but she knew this was necessary to save Nick.
Thick leaves, vines, and sticks completely obscured Amara’s vision as she pushed through the boundary. No matter where she looked, no matter what plants sprang forth to block her vision, it was impossible to see more than a few inches in front of her. In every other part of the jungle thus far, she’d always been able to keep eyes on the ground, or perhaps a bit of light, but this boundary presented nothing but total obfuscation.
Stepping free of the boundary invited a deep breath of relief, and while Amara had been prepared to pull remnants of the thick underbrush off herself, nothing clung to her as she left. Instead, after confirming that Vee and Tadhgán were safely through as well, she began to look around.
Amara now stood in a small, circular grove no more than thirty feet across, and the canopy above them was unusually low; standing up straight brought her horns dangerously close to the thick blanket of leaves above her. The clearing itself was lit in a drastically different manner than the rest of the jungle up to this point. Instead of soft, pale lavender, it was cast in a warm orange glow that emanated forth from a series of twinkling leaves hanging around the outskirts of the grove. The ground, rather than soft dirt and crunchy, colorful leaves, was entirely composed of plush green moss. Even through her hiking boots, Amara knew that this moss was unusually soft and fluffy; it felt more like standing atop an incredibly expensive mattress rather than an overgrown jungle floor.
The clearing was also heavily decorated with a series of plants and decorative trinkets, and as Amara’s eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, she even began to recognize some of them. Many of the plants seemed native to the area, such as the patches of colorful, undulating moss and the thick patch of blueish-green grass near the far wall, but others Amara had never seen before. A series of thick, plush, purple vines hung from the ceiling off to her right, all of them woven together in something approximating a hammock.