Unexpected love: Succubus

Arbok did not look forward to this moment. His heart was pounding in his chest. He could hear a key sliding into a lock with trained precision and slowly turning. Time seemed to slow down then he thought of everything he had to do.

"You just got to make sure she is in and out quickly." Rytha had said. She would make sure that his mother was away for the moment the succubus came to town. Now it was that time, the lock had turned, and the door swung open, so he saw his sister in the flesh. She was wearing a black skirt and shirt that seemed like black holes compared to her red scales.

"Hello, bro!" she called out in her usual cheery voice. "Where is mum," she asked like nothing was wrong at all. Like this was just a typical average day.

Arbok's mouth was dry, his words stuck to his lips as he spoke them. "She is out."

"So it's just you and me? Well, brother and sister alone in the house, what can possibly go wrong" she licked her lips.

_"Is she trying to seduce me?"_Arbok thought in shock. He remembered that she had been doing this last summer too, mostly towards her father, then it hit him. The pseudo calm that was on his face disappeared into disgust.

"don't get any ideas. Get your stuff and get out" Arbok moved aside so Arbok's sister could walk up the stairs to her bedroom.

"geeze, bro, you are no fun," she said down to him while walking up the stairs. Her tail hiked high to reveal pink lace lingerie under her skirt. She looked over her shoulder down to her brother with a smirk on her face.

"Well, come on, brother. Cant be standing there for long."

Arbok refused to be shamed by his sister's behaviour. He took a moment to get his anger under control before following her. Not avoiding looking at anything but looking with a cold neutral expression on his face. He did not care how much effort it took, but that smile on her face told him everything he needed to know. She just wanted to have a reaction out of him, any response.

"Oh, brother, you don't come in and help your lil' sis?" she teased him more when arriving at her room. "What if I get stuck and I need a strong man to help me" She leaned against the doorpost with a hand above her head, pushing out the breasts on her chest to make them seem more significant.

"If you get stuck, it's your own problem", Arbok answered his sister. Leaning against the wall so as not to look into the room. He was not sure how long he could keep his neutral face with his sister around. He needed that break to regain some emotional strength.

His sister had other ideas; however, with her door still open, she called. "Ohhh~ brother, could you help me? This is rather heavy."

He did not think anything of it. In hindsight, he should have. When Arbok's sister stood in the door opening to her room, he could see his sister on the bed, naked, holding her slit open with two claws. Her tongue licked her lips while looking at him. Hell, she even looked soaked with juices. If this were any other dragoness, he would have ripped the clothes from his body. Anger boiled over, anger at her for being such a succubus, anger at his own body for actually responding to the lewd display. Angry at his member for hardening, mad for the split-second call of the void to accept the invitation placed in front of him.

However, instead of the sexual frustration his sister had thought would be unleased, the frustrations of building and the anger built into aggression. He slammed the door shut with enough force to dislocate the frame and rip the hinges from the edge. Soon after, he could no longer control his body, and a fight or flight instinct kicked in. He opened his maw to yell at her through the crooked door. Instead, his acid came out. Two jets of acid hit the door dripped down. Slowly the paint started to peel from the door as the acid worked its way into the wood and left a permanent stain.

The slamming of the door deafened him for a second. He was panting furiously in the building anger. His sister was the first to make a move, and she opened the door. Looking at him in fear while being fully dressed.

"Brother?" she asked softly. "Are you alright?" While he could hear her concern about his well being, he did not believe she did genuinely care for him.

"Get. Out." He growled between pants of air. He felt his sisters warmth when she quickly passed him and made her way to the door. With a slam of the front door, he was alone in the house fuming with frustration and anger. At the same time, he looked at his acid slowly working into the door and discolouring the wood until it was all absorbed. A small puddle of acid had fallen onto the carpet and started to discolour it too.

Another flash of horror and emotions had passed him when he realised something, that he was only moments away from actually hurting his sister. He hated her with his gut. That was true, but he never thought of himself actually being able to spit acid at her. He kept standing there in front of the door like a statue until Rytha had found him.

She had apparently been calling his name for a while. Pulling on his arm, she tried getting his attention. When he finally looked around at her, he could see the fear on her face too. Was he really a monster for acting like he did? If Rytha was afraid, he really had a reason to fear that he was a monster.

"Arbok", she called again, looking straight into his eyes. "What happened?"

He suddenly felt vulnerable; the anger had fallen away, leaving just the frustration and guilt behind. His gates broke, and a tear rolled from his cheek, soon followed by another one and a small stream soon after. He allowed himself to be pulled into a close embrace, leaning against the golden dragoness' body while he let his emotions flow out.

"What happened?" She simply asked, allowing her head to rest on his shoulder for comfort. When he did not say anything, she tried to push a bit for answers. "was it your sister?" she pressed again. One of her eyes fell on the broken door, and it hanging crooked.

Arbok gave a soft yes in reply; his voice was cracked and slightly shivering. "I hope never to see that succubus again", he continued.

The hold broke so Rytha could look into his eyes. Looking back, he could lose himself in the gaze. "Can you tell me what happened, Arbok? Please"

"She", he started ", tried to seduce me."

"Oh dear," Rytha simply said. "And that made you destroy the door?"

"I couldn't control myself", he started and explained what happened, how she has gotten under his skin in just a few seconds. Recalling the incident that happened, he did not know how long ago, left him in more tears. Yet afterwards, he felt better. Some of the frustrations left his body, and he allowed himself to be moved. Following Rytha into the living room where his mother was sitting on the sofa.

She, too, was fluttered by whatever happened to her this day. "Your mother received a call from your father", Rytha explained. "Inviting her to come for dinner at some restaurant."

Arbok let himself sit down on the sofa, looking at Rytha taking a chair opposite them. "I feel like they are planning something", she started. "Do you know what she took, Arbok?"

He shook his head; he never saw a bag or anything. Did she take some stuff at all, or did she just try to get a reaction from him? Perhaps the plan was to do the same with her mother and try to see her cracked. He felt awful about it. He did not recognise his sister in this behaviour. Sure she never shared her toys when little and became mad when he talked to some of her friends, but this...never.

"I hoped he had changed", His mother suddenly said. She looked at her phone, then laying it down with a sign. It was another text message, a long one from the look of it. "Arbok, I don't know what you did, but Gogr is considering filing an assault charge against you for attacking your sister."

Arbok let a long drawn out hiss in reply, throwing his head backwards and opening his maw like he could breathe fire. The hissing turned out in a groan before he looked back at his mother. "I did not attack her. I haven't laid a finger on her!"

His mother looked at the phone and back to Arbok. "But did or did you not throw with the door."

Arbok could feel a chilling cold set in onto his back. "Well fuck. The door to my sisters' room is bust. Even sprayed acid on it."

Both he and his mother fell silent for a moment, acknowledging the complications of the situation. Arbok, in particular, remembered a case from his textbooks where a similar situation played out.

"Did the egg-breaker demand dinner in exchange for not going to the police." His mother nodded at the question.

"Did you take a screenshot?" Against his mother nodded. Arbok took a long deep breath. "Send it to me. I am going to file a report. Even if the police do not act on it...I at least have a defence in the court."

The report itself was relatively easy and mundane, filing a notice for blackmail, sending some screenshots and filling in his personal information. It was the send button that was hard or rather pressing the send button.

"Look", his mother started ", It's only a dinner, it couldn't be that bad. That would keep all this from happening, then we can go back to normal" through his mother's face, betrayed that she knew it was a lie.

"Honestly, Mum, do you believe that yourself?"

His mother bowed her head low and shook. "No." she simply said, a tear rolling down her cheek again. "He has done this before..." she started to talk. "Before we are married, he got my sister pregnant. When my father got angry and threatened him, he went to the police. He only dropped the charges when my sister...."

She paused and looked away. "he was different then! We went to therapy after that happened, he is changed, he...was changed" she sounded like she was defending herself like a little child that believed something that was not true.

"What happened to aunt Hytra?" He asked, remembering his aunt never being around when his father was around.

"She...she broke the egg herself. She never got charged by the police, but...after that, she was never the same again. If you can, believe me, she used to be a rather trusting and joyful dragoness."

If the situation was any different, he would have laughed at the absurdity of the problem. Hytra being trusting and joyful. He remembered the first love he ever had when Hytra was around. She warned him never to give his heart away. It was bound to be abused and broken. Trough it did make more sense than he wanted to admit.

"Did you forgive your sister for sleeping with him?" Arbok asked with a growing pit in his stomach.

His mother looked down at the ground for a good while. She puzzled with words before answering. "I never forgave myself for introducing him to my sister." She said solemnly. "I am stupid, Arbok. I am a stupid old dragon. I should have known this would have happened...but with his own daughter? No, never would have dreamed about this."

Arbok needed a little more reason to send the report. Without Arbok's continuous knowledge, he already sends the charge of blackmail via the website. Whatever happened was now outside of his hands. The only thing he could do was to make a call.

"Hello Sir," He said when Hytra's dad answered the phone. Might as well take on the same law firm.

"Arbok!" a surprised voice called out. "How many times I have to tell me please call me Yern. But what can I do for you this night? Everything alright? How is your mother."

Arbok paused, taking a deep breath and speaking his words with a sombre tone. "I need a defence lawyer for assault. And one that can also do a blackmail case."

"Oh," Yern said back. He could hear that elder male dragon writing something down on a piece of paper. "It's getting serious. Listen, I already had a talk with your mother about the divorce. I will be flying towards your town in a few days. We can talk this over in private then. Is there any police report filed?"

"yes, I filed a blackmail report."

"good good, if I am so bold to ask, is the blackmail report and the assault case related?"

"Yes, they have not filed for assault yet."

He could hear Yern scribble down more. "Okay, I will bring someone with me, an associate who specialised in abusive cases. She normally works with women, but I know she will make an exception for you. Listen, Arbok, don't try to talk with your father and sister anymore. Just photograph whatever they send and wait for me."

Arbok protested, "But if I don't do anything, my father will call the police for trespassing when I am still home in 4 days."

"Arbok, we pass that point when we get there. You should know as an aspiring lawyer, think as one and let me handle it. If shit hits the fan, I can arrange a place for you and your mother to sleep. I even have a safe house for cases just like this. Just don't worry and let me come over."

"Okay, thank you, si..." he quickly corrected himself. "Yern."

"Hey, you are already part of my family. Don't mention it, and say hi to my daughter for me, will you."

"will do", And Arbok hangs up the phone. Rytha was already hanging on his lips with questions, reading his emotional state.

"Well, everything hopefully will be sorted," Arbok said. "Also, your father said hi. Really, you have the best father, Rytha, loads better than mine."

" As if that was hard", she quipped. "Trough I am glad you approve of dad, it will make things easier."

"What things?" Arbok asked, looking how Rytha turned her gaze away.

"Oh, you know, things best not discussed here."

Something was off. Arbok could feel he missed something, the way his mother looked at him with a knowing smile through her pain and frustration. The way Rytha was shy and smiling when he was around... reminded him of that time when they drunkenly kissed after a game of dare, and she looked like she wanted to pound him. Back then, she claimed heat, but he did not smell anything, nor right now or...

'oh', her thought when he realised. 'It really was a thing not discussed at this time' He only gave her a knowing rub on her knee. Looking into her eyes with a knowing gaze. Her eyes widened when she realised what he realised.

The moment was interrupted by a hard knock on the door. "Oh, pizza!" His mother called and stood up to walk to the door.

'did they order pizza?' He asked himself, the moment between him and Rytha broken. 'Well, I am rather hungry.'