Soul Drinking - Part 2
Soul Drinking - Part 2
A/N - Had this idea for a while and figured I would continue the story, sorta. Perhaps a mini-series. Or something else. We'll see. I recommend reading the first story if you're into soul vore, cubs, and stuff.
This story mentions soul vore, cub relationships with someone older than them (even though technically it's not true), and no sex. This is merely a story with plot, nothing else.
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The first thing Milly did as soon as she woke up was look in her bed for someone. Someone who clearly wasn't there. Her body ached and her tits hurt. She sat up in her bed, trying to remember exactly what happened last night as well as try to get her body to wake up.
Her brain felt....fuzzy, on the details, but she did distinctly remember someone nursing on her tits. A pulse of soreness certainly reminded her of that fact. The mouse rose up from her bed slowly, stretching her muscles and popping some bones in her back. One sharp pop made the mouse sigh as she stood up, ready to face her day off.
Her ears perked as her brain caught up. 'That's right, it's my day off.'
Milly let out another yawn as she opened her bedroom door. The first thing that hit her noise was the smell of cooking, followed by the sound of it as well.
"Wait, what?"
Milly's steps slowed down considerably as she slowly moved toward the kitchen, grabbing a nearby vase with both hands and having it at the ready to attack. The sounds and smells of cooking grew louder as she approached. She blinked at what she saw. Standing at her stove was a wolf, a cub practically judging by the height, and the fact he had to use a chair to keep himself at a height to be comfortable to cook. What really stood out was a pair of (adorable) little bat wings on its back.
Milly swallowed to clear the dryness in her throat, taking a careful step forward.
"You know I can hear you, girl." A voice, coming from the cub, spoke out. The cub, a male apparently, turned around and looked at her with a scowl. Milly would've felt a bit more threatened by the cub if he hadn't been wearing her pink apron that said, "Messy but cute" sewed into the front. "I heard you sleeping and I heard you moving out and about. And put that damn vase away. If I wanted you dead I would've finished the job last night." The male cub turned around, going back to cooking.
Milly was at a loss for words at these turn of events. She didn't recall having a cub inside her apartment. Having no other option, set the vase down on the bar and sat down carefully at the table, watching the cub's tail move back and forth as he cooked.
"I suppose you are wondering why I'm here." He finally said, bringing a plate down from the cupboard above.
Milly just nodded her head, wary of saying much or doing much. Wary was an understatement as well. "Yes, yes I am. And how you got in here would be my first question."
The wolf cub motioned several things onto the plate before turning around and revealing himself once again to Milly. She was able to get a good look at him that time. He looked very much like a normal cub from ears to toes. The only real eyeopener were a pair of little horns sprouting not far above the cubs eyes. She saw him gesture with his free hand, reaching out at nothing and making his hand glow. The shades inside her apartment suddenly lowered themselves slowly and close.
"Privacy." He stated before stepping off the chair and approaching her with a plate of food.
Privacy? Oh god was he going to murder her?!
"Here. Food. Eat. We have much to discuss." He said before placing a plate full of eggs, bacon, hashbrowns, and some buttered toast. Milly eyed the breakfast before looking up at the cub once more.
"Forgot the OJ. Just a moment."
Milly looked at her plate before digging in, eyes still on the cub and watching for anything that should give her a reason to feel threatened. Then again, a strange cub in her home with little bat wings and horns were reason enough.
The cub opened the fridge and began, "I've been in your home for..." A pause, "About a week now. During that time I've been keeping an eye on you. Or rather, scouting around for someone like you. Someone alone." He motioned his hand outward again, drawing a clean glass from the cupboard before drawing it to his hand. Milly watched in awe before biting into her piece of toast.
"I'll level with you, girl," The cub said, sitting on the table, not far from her and handing here the glass of juice, "I'm tired of running and I felt the need to settle down in a place far from the eyes of my enemies. And I feel that you are just the person with the home to do just that."
Milly frowned, but was more concerned with this cub sitting on the table and a bit too close to her personal space. "Just what are you talking about?" Confusion was dominate in her voice along with uncertainty. How did all this involve her?
"Think about it, girl. Remember all those dreams you've been having the last few days?" Milly nodded. "I did that. I waited until you fell asleep and whispered sweet nothings into your ear to make you more vulnerable to what I had planned for you."
Milly's ears lowered on reflex. Planned? This cub was about to be introduced to the vase if he kept talking in riddles. Milly swallowed her food before asking pointblank, "Planned for me? What exactly are you anyway?"
Ah yes, that was the million dollar question that the cub was waiting for.
The cub rested his elbows on his legs and cradled his chin in his hands, drawing out the moment and clearly savoring it. "I am an Incubus. I'm a demon. I steal souls. I seduce women," the cub continued, waving his hands, "et cetera, et cetera. You know, whatever typical shit the Vatican and the Christian faith are feeding people these days."
It all clicked in Milly's face, her eyes widening, making the cub smile, "Yes. That's it. Now you understand. And it's also the reason I chose you. Normal people would be freaking out and tossing things at me. But you, you seem content stuffing your face while I tell you I drained a good portion of your soul last night."
That gave Milly pause in her actions when her eyes wandered up to his eyes. The memories of last night came back to her like a hammer to a nail. She remembered it all. She remembered inviting him to her bed, and allowing her to partake of her breast. She also remember feeling dizzy and light-headed as she saw the cub's gut growing fat and glowing abnormally. Milly didn't hesitate moving the apron draped comically over the cub's body to reveal his gut was showing a bit of a paunch as well as glowing somewhat.
The cub certainly didn't expect this event to play out the way it currently was, but was more than happy to see it being a slight mess of calm rather than a storm of anger and thrown objects.
"So you're the culprit who made me horny as hell these last few days and made me lactate like a cow..." Milly spoke, a tinge of anger in her voice. She scooped more eggs into her mouth, eying the demon with a sour expression.
"Yes, and you can't say you didn't love every minute of it." He smiled coyly.
Milly didn't say anything.
"Anyway, with all that aside. Yes, I am a demon. Yes, I just took a bit of your soul, and yes, I am sitting here in front of you as proof that I do exist and this is not some crazy dream. I've been around the block longer than you have, girl, and rest assured, I have seen plenty in my time. And it's also the reason I am here. I'm here to offer you a deal, girl. A deal you simply cannot refuse."
Alarm bells and red flags were going off in Milly's head as the cub finished his sentence. She'd read enough books and watched enough movies and TV to know exactly where this was going to go. She looked away from the cub, taking a bite of her hashbrowns and sipped her OJ.
"What would that be?"
The smile returned to the cub's face, "It's quite simple really. You allow me to stay here, and feast upon your soul a couple of times a week, and keep the demons off your back. Also I will d-"
"Whoa whoa whoa," Milly interrupted, "Demons? What?"
"Oh?" The cub leaned back, still keeping his trademark smile upon his face, "I suppose I did forget to mention. You are marked now, girl. I've sampled that little part that makes you, you, and it's a beacon for other demons but many demons will not step out into broad daylight anymore. Most don't even operate on this plain of existence for long, or at all, because of people like the Vatican and Demon Hunters always killing them off or ruining plans. I doubt any demon above a class D will even bother with you. I'm plenty of 'D' for you." The cub finished with a gigglesnort as he pelvic thrusted in her directed a few times.
Demons? She was now a beacon? Milly began to feel a headache coming along.
"Anyway, with you marked, you can now see demons and interact with them. Those sounds you heard the past week, where nothing was going on, was actually me, slaying the fodder. Demons too puny to even have a class. Much like the one floating not far from your left."
Milly barely had time to squeak as she looked to her left at the thing that resembled a floating jellyfish. She swatted at it out of habit, knocking the odd creature away before it bounced against the wall and landed on the floor with a thump.
Milly held her hand over her heart to hear it thumping in her chest, watching the creature get up slowly and begin floating upwards again before suddenly poofing out of existence. She turned her head slowly to look back at the demon cub with a face that said, "What the hell was that?". She barely caught his hand glowing. Did he destroy it?
"That, girl, was fodder. A demon so far down the totem pole they aren't even classified as a class. It's what they are. Fodder. They're nothing more than a bother that feeds off the negativity and depression of others, making it worse in most cases. It's why I never go near Mental Asylums." He let out a dark chuckle before sliding off the table and standing once more, sliding the apron off his body and dropping it to the floor without a care. He was nude apparently.
Milly noticed his glowing gut once more.
"As I was saying before you so rudely interrupted me. I seek shelter. I am tired of running from Demon Hunters and I've already claimed you. Allow me to stay here and I will keep the demons at bay, as well as keep your house clean. And since my curse," He gestured with a finger to her tits, "is still upon you. I'll drain those too and better than any machine you could conjure up. Brilliant idea by the way. All I ask in return is that you allow me to feed from you a few times a week to fuel my body and my magic. I'll not need much and since you practically are sitting here and eating food tells me that you've fully recovered."
Milly the mouse, Milly the unimportant person, sat in her chair with a cup of orange juice in her hand, hunched over casually as she looked at the demon cub who just decided to come into her life. She sat there for the briefest time before chugging the last of the OJ and setting the cup down hard on the table.
"Why do you need my soul anyway? What makes me so special?"
The demon paused in front of her, her eyes level with his sheath. She looked away, blushing, as he spoke, "Souls are necessary for demons like me to live. without one, I would simply fade away from this plain and go back to hell. Frankly I find the place too warm for my tastes, and everyone is out to stab you in the back. Your soul, " He gestured to his gut by giving it a few hard pats, "Has been quite good at keeping me grounded on this plain and frankly, I want more. If I drained you now, you'd still be fine, but if I finished the job instead, you'd be a mindless ghoul, doomed to roam the world for eternity."
The thought shocked and disgusted Milly to the core, as well as scared her. She regarded the cub with a disgusted look before speaking, "You better not. I can just feel my Grandmother rolling in her grave..." She tossed her hands in the air before rubbing her head with one hand while the other just fell to her side.
"Believe me girl, you are better to me alive than dead. You wouldn't exactly be the first woman I've done this with. My more recent one met an untimely end a few years ago. I managed to get into hiding before anyone showed up. As for what makes you so special, no reason. You simply live alone, have a nice apartment, and are very...well, bland. In short, you are perfect because you do not stand out."
Milly felt the sting of his words, even though he meant no insult by them.
The cub regarded the look Milly was giving him. Truthfully he understood what they were thinking. They all went through the same process Milly was currently going through. He continued.
"Now, with all the details out of the way. What say you girl? Your soul, or rather, a part of it, for protection, free housekeeping, the best sex of your life, and tit draining services?" He offered his hand to her, looking her right in the eye.
Milly bit her lip in contemplation as the eyed the hand. The positives were certainly outweighing the negatives, but the idea of toiling away as a ghoul certainly brought down the appeal of the deal. And having sex with a cub wasn't attractive in any way. She let out a hard sigh.
Fuck it. Life was getting boring anyway.
"Deal." She took his hand and shook it hard.
The demon cub's smile only grew bigger.