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Invasion
🕑 Added 2022-11-16 04:55:06 +0000 UTC It was late on a summer afternoon, far too hot for the city to be in it's usual hustle and bustle. The square was nearly silent; all the vendors had left early to get out of the heat. The only people left out were those that had to be: the guards sweltering in their armor, and the unlucky few who had errands that couldn't wait until morning when it would be a bit cooler. Several figures appeared in the sky, the few people outside were too preoccupied to notice until it was far too late, not that it would have mattered.
They landed across the city all at once, women that towered over even the tallest buildings with obsidian horns and tails and leathery wings that blotted out the sun. Some landed elegantly, with barely a sound and others landed with the intent to cause as much destruction as possible. They landed like meteors, rising out of burning craters that used to be neighborhoods. In all the chaos you almost missed the light thud as one landed in the square just behind you. She had burnished hair that ended in curls that rested gently on her generous breasts. From the corner of your vision you saw a flame-wreathed fist burst through the walls that had protected the city for generations. It crumbled to reveal a purple-haired demon, who led another group into the city. You didn't have time to worry about the imminent fall of the city, there was a massive predator standing far closer than them. She spoke with a soothing voice that calmed your racing heart for a moment. "Are you alone little one? We're here to help with that. We'll make sure you're never alone again." Her eyes glowed red, and for a moment all you could do was stare at her mesmerized. A scream broke you out of your stupor. A few streets over, a blonde demon had pierced a man through the stomach with a thin, claw-like nail. She raised it to her lips and sucked him off of it, leaving it clean. The demon in front of you noticed your gaze and her demeanor changed slightly, though her voice was the same. "Subjugation is a form of companionship. Mortals like you exist to serve us faithfully. By the way, I'm Shynarra. You'll need to know that when you're mine." The pretense gone, her tone had taken a frightful demeanor. She was trying to console you into a life of slavery, but from your position you couldn't very well protest.
A door in the square opened, and a woman made a break through it. Without looking, Shynarra casually shifted her right foot on top of her. A loud, squishy, crunch and a trickle of blood followed. "That is what awaits those of you who do not know your place beneath us." she said, in a slightly more aggressive tone. You glanced at your house in the square, considering if there was any chance of taking shelter from the gigantic woman. She quickly disproved that by placing her foot on top of it. It fit perfectly underneath, one step would turn it to splinters. "Is this your little hovel?" The edges of her lips curled a bit, not quite a smile, more playful than neutral. "I don't think you'll need this, you'll be spending the nights with me, and Kehlrane is going to rule this city; Mine is further north, out of this heat." She pointed at the blonde you had seen devour the man on her nail, by now she had performed the act a few more times. "I think you can guess but even if you had a choice to stay you'd be a snack pretty quickly." She let her foot drop, obliterating your house.
Shynarra closed the gap between you and you felt smaller than ever. The gap had been at least a hundred feet, closer than you'd like to be but enough to make her feel like less of an imminent threat. She had just closed it in a single stride and placed her blood-red toes less than five feet away from you. Each one was the size of you, and threatened to turn you into more polish for its nail. She raised her left foot and wiggled her toes. You ran but were quickly scooped up in a sweaty embrace between her toes. They didn't smell as unpleasant as you had expected, there was a flowery smell mixed with the sweat and a hint of smoke but it was more intense than anything you had experienced. It forced itself into your nose and through your body with a warm numbing feeling that shoved out any thoughts you had of going against her. Shynarra rubbed you between her toes, making sure to completely drench you in sweat. "Do you like the smell?" She asked. "I could make it stronger but it would probably boil your brain. Everyone who gets a deep enough whiff of a succubus falls to their knees, I had to limit myself in this heat with a bit of magic." She lifted up her foot behind her, and grabbed you gently from between her toes. She placed you tightly between her breasts, which were uncomfortably warm. From up here you could see the sheer carnage at its full scale. Demons filled the city. Some filled their stomachs, others were enticing people like yourself, and a few engaged in wanton destruction, crushing buildings beneath their feet or throwing fire from their fingertips. One with long orange hair excitedly ran down a main street. The bottoms of her feet must have been covered in the entire guard force. Crumpled iron and blood dripped from them in equal amounts. "Enjoying the view up here?" Shynarra asked. "I should grab a snack before they're all gone." She knelt down and ripped the roof off of larger house. You couldn't see inside from where you were, but you saw the screaming people streak by in her grip before tumbling into her mouth. You could hear her suck on them like candies before swallowing them. Her throat bulged out behind you, reminding you how easily that could be you in her stomach. She did this a few more times as you watched helplessly. It was hard not to imagine the people digesting and question why you weren't among them, something you were pretty sure you were thankful for.
The succubi started to leave one by one, leaving just Kehlrane, sitting on the baron's keep in the center of what was left of the city. She devoured another person, probably the baron she was taking the position of, as Shynarra flew away. For the next several days you watched the demons' conquest from between her tits. They wreaked havoc on every city they passed repeating the grisly scene as much twice in an hour. Their numbers thinned as they stayed behind to rule their conquests. Shynarra acquired a few more hapless souls through the process. She dropped one in the back of her pants and was disappointed to find that he had suffocated later that day; She stepped on another while attempting to grab him between her toes; and she had forgotten to suppress her scent for a third, resulting in a limp body when she plucked her from between them, the life drained from it. The few of you that did make it to her city became her favorite slaves. She had you fitted with enchanted golden collars, the smiths were in no place to argue. The collars made doubly sure you could never escape, though her scent was addicting enough you'd never want to. Shynarra ruled over her city like a goddess, while you cleaned her feet, painted her nails, or goaded victims into her mouth.
