Jensen’s story continues. Unexpectedly he encounters the mystery woman as he goes about his business with his brother. For the first part of the story click here
Succubi, hells whores. They lure men into fits of ecstasy and then kill them by sucking out their life force. So the legend goes. – Journal of John Winchester.
“So it looks as though we may have a case,” Jared looked up at Jensen as he staggered through the door.
“That’s good bro,” Jensen stumbled over to collapse on the bed. “It’s gonna have to wait until the morning though, I am beat.”
“What happened to you? Jared put down the newspaper he was reading.
“Nothing man, Jensen’s voice was already thick with sleep. “Just need some sleep.” Within moments he was snoring softly, completely unconscious.
Jared shrugged and continued reading. His brother’s erratic behaviour was just a part of their crazy life. He continued to read articles and use the information to cross reference with his father’s journal. The hotel room was silent except for the sound of Jensen’s snores and the scratching of Jared’s pencil. Sometime around midnight even coffee wasn’t enough and Jared succumbed to sleep.
“Rise and shine buddy boy!”
Jared struggled to open his eyes. His brother waved a breakfast burrito under his nose. “Time to go hunt evil things!”
With a heavy sigh Jared struggled out of bed. “You are chipper this morning. What has gotten in to you?”
“Just high on life bro,” Jared slammed back a coffee and devoured half of his burrito. “What were you saying about a case?”
Jared frowned at his brother as he shrugged on his jeans and a shirt, “So you were listening,”
Jensen shrugged, “Of course man! Why would I not listen to you, the font of all knowledge on things evil,”
“Because you don’t usually,” Jared was wary of the new bouncy Jensen. Something was not right.
“Well today is a new day and you, baby bro, have been under appreciated. So hit me with the deets.”
Jared rummaged through the newspapers and notes he had spent half the night scribbling. “Well there have been reports in the local area of men disappearing. Over the last five or so years there have been three cases. The first was a man in his thirties, lived alone, found by his neighbour in his bed, naked. His appearance was described as desiccated even though he could not have been dead more than three days.”
Jensen nodded as he shovelled the remainder of his breakfast into his mouth and took a swig of coffee. He eyed Jared’s breakfast as yet untouched, “You gonna eat that?”
Jared frowned at the interruption, “No, go ahead,” He continued, “The second case was a younger man, twenty five, last seen leaving a bar with a young woman. His body was found in his car two days later, same desiccated appearance. Third case was a man in his forties, reported missing by his wife after he didn’t return from a visit to the local burger joint. Body has not been located.”
“Right then.” Jensen’s mouth was full of burrito. “What is your conclusion then, Baby Bro?”
“Well it is not a lot to go on but I am leaning towards a succubi.” Jared took a sip of his coffee.
“Bit of a stretch,” Jensen swallowed the last of the burrito. “Let’s go make the acquaintance of the local morgue people.” Jensen shrugged into his jacket followed by a more cautious Jared.
“Sure,” he was used to following his brother’s lead with some things but today he seemed even looser than ever. He couldn’t shake the feeling that this was not going to end well.
As the Impala drew up outside the morgue Jensen noticed the young woman walking along the street. Same dark hair falling down her back and same bright red lips that parted in that slow smile when she saw the car. There was something about a woman who appreciated a classic car.
“You go in and ask questions Bro,” he spoke to Jared without taking his eyes off the young woman.
“Sure,” Jared replied gathering his notepad and fake ID. He glanced in the direction of the young woman. “She doesn’t look like your regular type. Aren’t you more into blondes?”
“Variety is the spice of life Jared!” Jensen grinned a little like a wolf about to eat his dinner. Jared felt a brief moment of sympathy for the woman, but as she walked closer he wondered if his brother had met his match.
“Good morning,” the woman greeted Jensen as he stepped out of the car, “Did you sleep well?” She stood close enough that Jensen could smell her fresh perfume and the cherry flavoured lip gloss.
“Like a baby,” Jensen stretched in the morning sunshine. “I haven’t slept that well in years.”
The woman moved closer and placed her hand on Jensen’s chest, her face was close to his and Jensen felt himself responding to her. Their eyes met and he felt as if he could dive into their deep brown depths. Her hand slid lower until it was resting on the front of his jeans. Despite himself Jensen could feel his cock hardening and his breath coming harder and faster. The woman’s breasts were pressed against his chest and her mouth was millimetres from his. He could smell her cherry lip gloss and feel the warmth of her breath on his face. Her eyes were like dark pools, enticing him to dive in.
Before he realised it her hand was inside his pants. Her fingers wrapped around his cock, stroking slowly. Waves of pleasure washed over him. He felt his legs buckling underneath him as she continued to stroke. Her eyelids drooped and a look of pure satisfaction came over her face as she leaned against him. The same as before he felt his climax building almost against his will, as if she were pulling it out of him. Weakly he fought it, trying to make the moment last but it was futile. He rode the wave of his orgasm, higher than he ever remembered. Jizz pulsed over her willing hand as he groaned in pleasure. She whimpered and her body undulated against his, as if she were feeling his orgasm herself. For a long moment they both stood slumped against his car before she roused herself and withdrew her hand from his pants. Unashamed she licked his jizz from her hand. Her pink tongue cleaning her hand like a cat.
Jensen was unable to move. Somehow he stayed upright as she finished eating his semen before she straightened her hair and leaned over to use the window of the car as a mirror to apply her lip gloss. The scent of cherry filled the air as she stood up.
“Delicious.” She grinned before turning to walk away.
Jensen watched her go still unable to move from his position slumped against the car. His body felt heavy and exhausted. He grinned at the memory of how good her hand felt wrapped around his cock. Just as Jared appeared at the doorway of the morgue Jensen was able to stagger to the front door of the car and slide into the driver’s seat.
“What happened to you?” Jared frowned in concern at the sight of his brother slumped in the seat.
With a massive effort Jensen sat upright and leaned forward to start the car,
“Nothing,” The high on life feeling of earlier in the day had left him completely. Somehow he turned the steering wheel and the car moved out of the parking lot. Later when the reached the hotel, Jensen staggered through the door and collapsed on the bed. He had no recollection of the drive. It was as if the car had driven by itself.