Stone of Power and the Succubus Demon Chapter 1

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The Stone of Power and the Succubus Demon

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Chapter 1 --- Glaucus

Hunters spoke of a nocturnal creature that traveled quickly through the woods, scaring all woodland creatures even the predators. Many described it as a werewolf though none had ever seen it. It galloped quickly through the forest, often following the trails left by human travelers. The hunters would find its tracks and paw prints in the mud. The print was of no wolf, bear or zakzas. It was large, shaped like a human hand but boney, hairy and with sharp, long nails. But creature had no reason to linger in the villages she passed through those nights. She was heading toward Mycene to feed.

Her birth was an abomination both in the natural and supernatural worlds. During the Great Wizard Wars, the Dark Wizard Zatar had captured the queen of the sea nymphs, Celaya, and imprisoned her in one of his many fortresses because she was assisting the remains of the Council of Five during the Wars. There she was repeatedly brutalized and raped by Zatar?s troll guards. Somehow, not thought possible in nature, Celaya became pregnant. Some say Zatar had through his black magic made this trans-species conception possible as part of an attempt to create a new race of warriors to help him during the Wars. It was said he dreamed of combining the magic of a sea nymph with the strength and ferocity of his warrior Trolls. No matter. The beautiful Celaya gave birth to a creature which she named Malcanthet. Malcanthet was hideous. It was even hard for the kind and caring Celaya to look up her and love her. Malcanthet neither looked like a troll, nor a sea nymph. Part of her body was scaly, other parts leather skinned, other parts looked human. Below her waist she looked more like a lizard, with powerful legs that when she grew up would give her great speed. Her hair on her head was red, long and oily, her face potted with scales, her teeth sharp and pointed like a troll. They bit deeply into Celaya?s breast as she fed her abominable offspring. Pitying her ugliness and knowing of the rise of men, Celaya gave her daughter the magical ability to change her appearance into that of a human being. For she had hoped, this creature would someone find her way into the world of mankind to live a life. Neither she nor the Dark Wizard was aware the awful powers her abomination possessed.

The Dark Wizard watched Celaya as she nursed the creature. He kept them fed and warm following the birth. He was curious what this new creature would bring to his realm.
Malcanthet grew quickly, feeding from her mother?s milk and unbeknownst to Celaya, also from her life force. As her teeth grew sharper, the wounds in Celaya?s breasts grew deeper and infected. The demon?s need for food grew exponentially as her weight grew in the coming months. She drew more and more off her mother?s life force to fuel her growth. Her mother grew weaker and weaker. Within eight months, she was almost fully grown at 6 feet and 245 lbs. Her limbs were thick and powerful befitting her monstrous appearance. Her breasts were firm and muscular with only small amounts of fat around her nipples.

Meanwhile, Zatar?s forces were suffering setbacks during the Wars and the fortress where Celaya was imprisioned was coming under siege. Zatar had ordered his trolls to take Malcanthet to a safer place. When two trolls came to dungeon room, they found the shriveled body of Celaya lying dead on her cot and Malcanthet standing over her. They tried to wrap an iron chain around Malcanthet?s neck but the creature resisted them. Although the trolls were larger than she, Malcanthet was strong, nimble and fast. She jumped from the floor to the wall and then out the dungeon door, closing it behind her trapping the two trolls inside. Moving swiftly, she was able to escape the fortress before the other trolls could subdue her. As Malcanthet escaped into the forest, the fortress became surrounded by Great Wizard Cretaz?s forces and the trolls were slaughtered in the ensuing battle.

Malcanthet used the magical gift from her mother to change herself into a beautiful human female. She moved among village to village quickly learning their language and human ways. Soon she could blend in very well as her mother had hoped she would. But her mother did not fully understand the nature of creature to which she had given birth. For many months, Malcanthet herself did not understand her own nature and need to feed. She knew she enjoyed staring at muscular men and touching them but at first she did not understand why. But that was many years ago now. She knew who she was now and she knew she had to feed to survive.

Malcanthet had heard of a very strong man called Glaucus who lived in Mycene. She knew that soon she would be hungry and would need him. The stronger the man, the more sated she became and the longer she could go between feedings. When she reached Mycene, she took a job at a waitress in the local pub. There she waited for Glaucus to show up. He was easily to spot. He was tall--- over six feet, four--- and muscular with a 34 inch waist, large arms and 55 inch masculine hairy chest. When he did show up in the evenings, she showered him with all the attention she could. She made sure she brought him beer, often on the house. She massaged his back for him and asked for no tip. She enjoy touching his massive belts and rhomboids. Touching them made her feel stronger but that feeling passed quickly when she let go. Unlike other men she had pursued, Glaucus took little interest in the attention she showed him. He often accepted her favors without acknowledging them. She found this odd but she continued trying. Her hunger though was growing and she needed to fed soon to live.

Every Thursday night, the pub owner would hold an arm wrestling contest to see if anyone could beat Glaucus. That night a large bear of a man named Tyrus had come to see if he could win the contest. Tyrus was about 26-years-old, ripped, 230 lbs., and very handsome. He worked as a construction laborer, often outdoors. His skin had a deep golden tan and sandy hair was bleached from the sun. His arms looked powerful with grapefruit-sized delts and biceps to match. His impressive hairless chest tailored to a small 30-inch waist. He was called upon to perform the strongest tasks at the construction sites where he worked and he was interested in testing his strength against the famous 37-year-old strongman.

Glaucus stared at the young bull who had come to challenge him. He studied his physique and massive arms. They were not quiet the 20-inch guns that Glaucus had, but they still impressive among his past competitors. ?At least this competitor is pleasing to look at,? he thought.

Tyrus sat down at the wooden table opposite Glaucus and the bartender positioned their hands for the competition. ?Remember three pieces of silver for the winner. Now go!?

The muscles of their arms and shoulder jumped into action as their hands were locked in battle. At first, Tyrus began to push down Glaucus?s hand. The crowd gasped with awe as no one before had been able to move Glaucus?s arm back more than an inch previously. Tyrus, his face straining, continued to press and exert his young muscle against those of the larger, older man. Soon Glaucus?s arm was pressed back three inches. Glaucus began to show some strain in face as his worked to resist the young stud?s explosive power.

The crowd began to cheer the young Tyrus on. Their cheering gave Tyrus even more confidence and more strength came out of him and he pushed Glaucus?s arm down further. Glaucus began to sweat. Tyrus knew he was almost there. He pressed harder and both their hands began to shake.

Glaucus took a deep breath and slowing began to push the young man?s arm back. Tyrus tried to resist but Glaucus ever slowly brought their hands back to the neutral position. Glaucus tried to push his young challenger past neutral but Tyrus was not giving up. Their arms began to shake again as Tyrus resisted. This went on, almost forever for the two competitors. Then slowly again the hands moved, further and further down as the other worked harder to resist. Slowly down, as one began to dominate. This time Glaucus was winning. His endurance had overcome the young stud?s explosive power. Then finally as Tyrus?s arm began to yield to the stronger Glaucus, Tyrus gave up and Glaucus slammed Tyrus?s hand into the heavy dark oak table with a thud causing the forks on the table to fall underneath. While the crowd applauded at Glaucus?s victory, Malcanthet climbed under the table to retrive them. There she saw Glaucus?s fully engorged package bursting from his tunic and smiled to herself thinking ?Now, I know what to do.?

As Glaucus celebrated his victory, Malcanthet over heard one man saying to another, ?Glaucus may be strong but he is no match for Arkus of Velos. While Arkus once lifted a stone block as large as this tavern in building the temple there.?

?Yes, that would be a match I would like to see,? said another man.

Malcanthet wondered if anyone could be has powerful as Glaucus. Someday she planned to find out but not today for she now had other plans for that night. She was hungry.

As the tavern closed that night, Malcanthet went to her room and transformed herself into a man--- a man who looked exactly like Tyrus--- down to each bulging muscle and his tan skin--- and she left for Glaucus?s hut.

Glaucus had just arrived home and was partially underdressed getting ready for bed when there was a knock on his front door. He answered it and there was the young bear-chested Tyrus standing there.

?I want a rematch,? he said. ?Let me in.?

?What?? asked Glaucus with a laugh. ?You cannot accept your defeat??

?It will be different this time,? answered Tyrus. ?Let?s do it now? as he pressed the door open and stepped into Glaucus?s house.

Glaucus liked the audacity of the young man. He examined his amazing physique, including his impressive pecs as stud stood in his doorway.

?Why not,? said Glaucus. ?Come on it and sit here. We will have a drink first.?

Tyrus entered Glaucus?s house and sat at his wooden table by the fire.

Glaucus opened a flask of red wine and poured two cups, one for himself and the other for the young bull.

They drank and arrogantly spoke of their exploits, each one bragging to the other about feats of strength they had performed.

After many glasses of wine, Glaucus felt pleasantly intoxicated but Tyrus showed no effects.

?Are you ready now?? asked Tyrus. Glaucus nodded.

The two muscular men positioned their hands for the duel. ?Ready, set, go,? said Glaucus.

Again their hands locked in battle, each arm straining against the other. Minutes went by as the hands moved back and forth, one inch one way, then another inch the other way. Neither gained an advantage for long. Glaucus sensed the contest was different. His young challenger was not using his explosive power as before. He could sense he was reserving it this time. Perhaps he had learned from their last encounter. But he saw no strain in Tyrus?s face as he did in the earlier match. He stared into the young bull?s deep blue eyes and Tyrus just kept smiling back at Glaucus. Glaucus had no fear of defeat.

As their struggle continued, he did though begin to fantasize about what it would be like to be defeated by the handsome laborer--- to be dominated and overcome by the sandy blonde muscleman. Although he enjoyed the challenge and company of the young man offered, he decided it was time to apply more force to end this battle and send the juvenile home.

Glaucus quickly applied more force causing his right bicep and delt to enlarge even more. Tyrus was caught off guard by the sudden burst of strength and his hand quickly fell three inches from center. However, Tyrus halted the plunge and his bicep exploded, slowly forcing Glaucus?s arm back to center. Tyrus smiled again at Glaucus and said, ?Good try, Glaucus. But now feel true power and that will overcome yours.? Glaucus found those words strangely erotic. However, he laughed and answered, ?The result will be the same as before, boy. You?ll see.?

Then slowly, Tyrus exerted more power. His bicep and delt grew larger until it quickly matched Glaucus?s in size. Glaucus stared in awe at the young man?s swelling arm. This was not the arm he saw in the earlier contest. Slowly, Glaucus?s arm began to yield to this new muscle power.

?Yes, Glaucus, look at my muscle. Watch it grow!?

Again the Tyrus brought greater strength to the duel and his muscles grew even larger than Glaucus?s, forcing Glaucus?s arm down further. Doubt grew in Glaucus?s mind. His member began to stir.

?Feel my strength as it overcomes yours.?

Glaucus pressed harder than he ever had before, but the now larger arm of the handsome Tyrus did not move. Tyrus pressed further. Just enough to lower the taller man?s arm a bit further and hold it there. Tyrus wanted to savor the moment and he wanted Glaucus to enjoy his strength as well.

Glaucus sensed his defeat and pondered it. Though he continued to press, he found the overwhelming strength of the stud erotic. He had only been defeated in his dreams, but here was a He Man who was doing it in the real world! Glaucus still was not ready to give in to his fantasy. He gritted his teeth and tried again to press back, shouting ?NO, I WILL NOT LOSE!? But Tyrus continued to smile and just pressed harder finally forcing the might arm of Glaucus to the table.

Both men took a deep breath as their arms collapsed on the table. Glaucus was total aroused and Tyrus said ?You are mine now. He reached across the table and putting his hand behind Glaucus?s head pulled the giant?s lips to his and kissed him. Glaucus enjoyed the moment and two stood up as Tyrus began to massage Glaucus?s member and remove his remaining clothes.

Glaucus placed his hand on Tyrus?s massive right pec and began to massage it. As he did, Tyrus?s nipple began to glow and Glaucus?s hand became glued to it. As Glaucus struggled to pull it back, Tyrus began to laugh and said, ?Yes, you are finally mine! And it is time to feed!? Tyrus then transformed himself into Malcantahet?s hideous true form to the surprise and horror of the the muscular Glaucus.

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Chapter 2 --- Searching for Arkus