Clementina - S02 E09

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Clementina - S02 E09

Read Story: SEASON 2 EPISODE 09

I reached down and trailed my hand across the liquid, then stuck my whole arm in, then pulled it out. When the rippled cleared I played my flashlight downwards. The creature hadn't moved. I climbed up onto the lip of the urn and slipped my feet in, dangling them down. Again, no sign of movement.

"Well, so far so good," I said. "Time for the big test."

I slowly slipped off of the ledge and let my body slip into the red, blood-like soup. I clung to the edge and Clementina shined her light downwards. Still no movement.

"What the hell," I said. "Do you have any rope?"

Clementina nodded and disappeared up to the barn, returning a few minutes later with a long coil. I tied a section around my chest under my arm and she held the other end.

I took my flashlight and dove down several feet and shined the light across the creature hovering at the bottom. Still no movement. I swam even closer, nothing. I surfaced for fresh air, then dove all the way down until I was hovering just above it.

The thing didn't move. I poked it and it still didn't move. It was nothing but coils and coils at the bottom. So many coils that! couldn't see the base of the monster or the bottom of the well.

I surfaced.

"I think it's dead," I said. "Come on, let's go check out that side tunnel."

I ditched the rope. Clementina hopped into the well and we swam down to the offshoot, poking our beams of light into the space. The tunnel went about five feet then shot upwards, but where, we couldn't see. We surfaced to the top of the urn, took a moment to catch our breath, then swam back down as fast as we could into the tunnel. The upshaft at the end climbed ten feet upwards into an air pocket. We shot up into the space beyond, gasping as we surfaced.

We were in a chamber about the same size as the one with the statue. I guessed we were in the wall behind the statue. We played our light across the room. The chamber was bare stone except against the far wall, where a raised platform stood, an oblong container atop. The container looked like a coffin or sarcophagus.

A feeling ran down my spine a bad feeling. I played my flashlight across the coffin, then slowly approached. It was carved from stone, like everything else in the chamber. It did not have a lid, but the top was close to six feet high, so from a distance couldn't see what was inside. Clementina and I looked at each other and crept forward, holding our flashlights high. Slowly, the edge of our beams slipped down the side of the stone coffin, revealing what was inside.

"Mom!" I screamed and leapt forward, but Clementina grabbed my arm..

"Don't touch her!" she said. "We don't know whether that's really your mom, or if your mom is really that person back at the house."

I peered cautiously over the edge of the sarcophagus.

"She's wearing the bikini and thong my mom was wearing. You were dead on." I said. "Fuck it, that's her. That thing back at the house is some kind of an imposter...it's.."

I thought of how drained had felt ever since our encounter with the tentacle beast yesterday, and how I had felt even more drained after sex with my mom. All the pieces came together in my mind almost as exactly as they came together in Clementina's. We looked at each other and said it simultaneously.

"A Succubus."

"Or a doppelganger, whatever you want to call it. But whatever the name, it's draining me," I added. I sat down on the floor and leaned my back against the cool wall of the chamber. The exertion of swimming through the tunnels had left me more drained than I had been before. Even though we hadn't had any more sex since our romp in the pool, knew that thing was still draining my life away. breath by breath, heartbeat by heartbeat. I was being sucked dry like a husk and would be cast aside.

"Fuck," I whispered. "God, this is just too much. First I find out I am going to die in a few years when my phallite dies, now to speed things along, my mom is replaced with some kind of a soul- sucking monster that is trying to kill me now rather than wait. What the fuck. I can't fucking deal"

Clementina sat down next to me and put her arms around me.

"Russel, I'm here. I will stand beside you. Ona and I owe you our "Russel, I'm here. I will stand beside you. Ona and I owe you our lives several times over. We will not forsake you, I promise. We will figure the way out."

For the second time in as many days, found myself weeping on a woman's shoulder. The previous day it had been my mother - or whatever the fuck that succubus thing was masquerading as her Today, I wept on Clementina's shoulder, my sobs echoing through the damp, hurmid air of the tomb.

When I had cried myself out, Clementina and rose, and we began looking in more detail at the chamber we occupied. Mostly the walls were bare, but after a little hunting, we found a stone next to the coffin that was a little different color than the others, recessed in the same fashion as the switch in the royal chamber by the nexus.

We looked at each other and I reached out and pushed the stone into the wall.

A loud grinding came from behind. We spun about. The wall had swung back, revealing the chamber with the squatting-tongued statue and urn beyond.

And beyond the um, stood my mother or rather the succubus that was pretending to be her.

The succubus imitating my mother did nothing overtly hostile, just stood there.

Behind her, Ona stood uncertainly in the archway to the entry tunnel, a pleading look in her eyes, as if to say "I tried."

I turned to Clementina.

"What do we do now?" whispered.

"I don't know," she replied softly. "But bet it's something similar to what you had to do to me and my sister to purge the dark phallites.

Not sure of what to do next, took the bull by the horns, running full speed at the urn, launching myself over it, and flying straight into the succubus. My shoulder caught her square in the midsection and I felt a satisfying exhalation of air from her lungs as I drove her hard into the stone floor. She rolled onto her side, gasping for air. I wasn't as skilled as my mother in hog-tying, but I gasping for air. I wasn't as skilled as my mother in hog-tying, but I still had her tied up in a minute or two.

"Damn, Russel," Clementina said. "You don't take any prisoners."

"She's taken me prisoner, she's taken my mom prisoner, fuck her." I said as Clementina climbed over the um to take her place by my side.

"I guess I should go get a light phallite," I said.

"Get two," Clementina said.

"Two?"

"Yeah, two. One for this bitch here," she said, kicking the rib cage of the succubus. "And one for your mom. Just in case."

I scooted down to the nexus and returned with two light phallites perched on my shoulder.

"Where do we begin?" asked.

"My guess is we do a purge on the succubus, then if that doesn't wake up your mother, we do the same to her."

"Is the succubus even human?" I asked. "Will a purge work? I mean, what the fuck is it?"

"I don't know," Clementina said. "But having been around the phallites for so long, I think there is some kind of phallite creature driving the succubus inside. bet if we do a purge, it will come out and we can see what it is and figure out how to deal with it."

"I guess," I said. I looked down at the creature that looked just like my mother but wasn't her. She looked back at me. The look in her eyes wasn't malevolence, it wasn't compassion, the only word I could come up with to describe it was "allen".

I shook my head and looked at the cream phallites perched on my shoulders.

"What the hell are these things?" asked. "Where do they come from? And what nightmares are in the other chambers of this place?"

"I don't know," said Clementina. "We would need someone with a scientific background to help us sort that out. But for now, the most important thing is getting your mom back."

most important thing is getting your mom back."

"Agreed," I sighed. "Let's get this over with before this creature takes what little energy I have left." felt like crap, didn't want to do this, I wanted to just lay down and sleep.

Clementina approached me and picked the phallites off my shoulder, then hugged me.

"Hang in there Russel," she said. "It's almost over."

"It's almost over...until my phallite dies, then it's all over," said, sinking my head onto her shoulder.

"We can't give up hope," she crooned into my ear. "We have time before your phallite dies. We have time to figure out a solution. You mean too much to me for me to let you go now."

I closed my eyes and cleared my head, taking whatever energy could muster from her presence.

After a moment loosed my hold and we leaned back.

"Better?" Clementina asked. I nodded.

"But have no energy left," added. "I have nothing in the tank. I don't know if have the energy to purge this thing."

"I can help with that," she said. She unhooked the off the top of her swimsuit and pushed it down below her waist, bringing her breasts free. She pulled my head down to her chest, pushing my lips to her nipple and squirting her sweet phallite milk into my mouth. I swallowed, then latched my lips onto the long, wide brown nipple and sucked. The sweet milk poured down my throat, and I suckled greedily, demanding more. I could feel the sense of mild intoxication that phallite milk brought with it. I relaxed as some of my energy came back courtesy of her breast milk.

I sucked until flow from her breast slowed, so I switched to the other, which was still full and laden with milk, sucking hungrily, needily. Slowly energy crept back into me. I didn't feel 100%, but I felt I was getting what I needed to do what had to be done.

Ona joined her sister and I switched to her breasts, sucking even more milk from her.

As I suckled at her sister's breasts, Clementina pushed my trunks down and pulled out my meat, which was slowly coming to down and pulled out my meat, which was slowly coming to attention. She spit slime down on it and stroked it, licking the head. She knelt in front of me, sucking my rising erection, teasing slime from the tip, then taking the entire hard 15 inches into her mouth in a long, deep swallow. She pulled it out, long tendrils of slime dribbling from her mouth to the tip, then breaking and trickling across her breasts which were still dribbling milk from their long, hard nipples.