Noviomagus by Night

TITLE: Noviomagus by Night
AUTHOR: WotanAnubis
RATING: NC-17
NOTE: I figured I\'d try my hand at original fiction for once, rather than fanfiction. We\'ll see how it goes. Be warned, though, that this story might contain some weird stuff like, say, a woman with six breasts for example.


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De Oude Romein was a bar that few people knew about and with good reason. Although it generally stood somewhere in the city centre, almost nobody actually saw it. Suzanne was one of those few people who did see it. She\'d moved to Nijmegen two years ago to attend the University and De Oude Romein had quickly become her bar of choice whenever she felt the need to escape her flatmates. And she had absolutely no clue why.

It wasn\'t that the De Oude Romein wasn\'t a nice bar. It was a very nice bar, with good music, good drink and good company. The only bad thing that could be said about the De Oude Romein was that none of said company was human.

The bar was mostly empty when Suzanne entered, which kind of made sense. Outside, the sky was the red of twilight and none of the bar\'s regular customers were really twilight kind of people. The young blonde walked up to the counter and found herself face to face with Ariel, the bartender on duty. Suzanne had never really felt comfortable around Ariel. She was a nice enough young woman, but Suzanne always felt that those milky white eyes stared straight into her soul. Which, according to rumour, they did.

Ariel nodded. \"Good evening Suzanne,\" she said kindly.

Suzanne briefly grimaced. She would have felt so much better if Ariel actually pretended to be blind. \"Evening,\" she said, taking place on a bar stool.

\"Can I get you anything to drink?\" Ariel asked.

\"Milk,\" Suzanne responded.

Ariel smiled. \"Sometimes I wonder why I even ask. Do you have any preferences?\"

\"Cow will do,\" Suzanne responded.

\"Again no surprise there.\"

Suzanne nodded. She still regretted asking once what other kinds of milk the bar stocked.

Ariel quickly disappeared into the back and came back just as quickly, holding a glass of milk. She put it in front of Suzanne, picked up a dishcloth and started cleaning glasses. Suzanne sipped her milk, staring straight ahead.

\"Bit of a surprise seeing you working the counter,\" she said.

Ariel raised an eyebrow. \"Really?\"

\"I heard you only work during the day,\" Suzanne added.

The bartender nodded. \"I do, usually. I\'m not very good with the soulless that come in at night. But,\" she sighed, \"Frank came down with the flu and I was the only one who could fill in.\"

Suzanne nodded. \"Bummer.\"

\"Well, I get paid overtime,\" Ariel said. \"Plus, I get a dealing-with-soulless bonus. So I suppose I shouldn\'t complain too much.\"

\"Behind the clouds the sun shines, right?\"

\"Something like that.\"

Suzanne took another sip of her milk and looked around the bar. She didn\'t really need to. She already knew who else was there. She had felt their presence ever since coming in. It wasn\'t that she didn\'t dislike their presence or the feelings they called up from within her. It was just that those feelings tended to be... confusing. Well, arousing, actually. Which would be what was confusing about them.

The five werewolves were sitting at a small table in a far corner of the bar, talking to each other. They were all young women who looked around Suzanne\'s age. They all had long hair, though no two of them had the same hair colour. Their eyes were either brown or yellow and they were usually very careful not to show their teeth when talking to each other. Suzanne\'s eyes fixed on the brown-haired werewolf who never seemed to talk much. She wasn\'t the prettiest of them (that title would easily go to the leggy blonde), but there was a certain... intensity about her. As if she had no fight-or-flight instinct, but merely a fight instinct. All werewolves exuded an air of danger, but she exuded the promise of danger - a delicious, exciting kind of danger. A kind of danger she\'d fantasised about for weeks.

The brown-haired werewolf looked up and her brown eyes bored into Suzanne\'s blue ones. Blushing, Suzanne turned all her attention back to her milk. She could hear the scraping of a chair and knew that the brunette had just stood up, moving with the easy grace of the born predator. She could feel the woman come closer, step by step, but Suzanne didn\'t dare look up until she was absolutely certain the werewolf was standing right next to her.

\"Hi,\" the brunette said pleasantly. \"Is this seat taken?\"

Suzanne blinked in surprise at hearing the girl\'s easy tone and nodded.

\"Thanks,\" said the werewolf, sitting down. \"Couldn\'t help but notice you looking at me.\"

\"I was looking at all of you,\" Suzanne mumbled, looking down and smoothing out her blue skirt.

\"But me in particular.\"

\"Maybe.\"

The werewolf laughed and again Suzanne was surprised about how calm and pleasant it sounded. \"Name\'s Jade. Or at least, that what it says on my passport. What\'s yours?\"

\"Suzanne,\" said Suzanne. \"And that\'s really my name.\"

\"Suzanne,\" Jade repeated. \"Not bad I suppose. How old are you?\"

\"Twenty. You?\"

\"Twenty-two,\" Jade responded. \"So we\'re both exactly as old as we look. What\'re the odds?\"

\"I... uh... wouldn\'t know.\"

Jade laughed again and Suzanne felt herself blushing again.

\"So what\'s your damage?\" Jade asked.

\"Damage?\" Suzanne asked.

\"Well, you sure as Hell look human, but since you\'re here there\'s no way that\'s possible. So what are you? If you don\'t mind my asking.\"

Suzanne shrugged. \"I don\'t know. I always thought I was human. I mean, my parents are human.\"

\"Shame,\" said Jade. She turned to face the bartender. \"Hey Ariel, do you know what blood she\'s got?\"

Ariel nodded. \"Of course. But she never asked, so I won\'t tell.\"

\"And I\'m not going to,\" Suzanne said firmly.

Jade laughed again and again Suzanne felt hot and flushed. She was certain Jade was simply playing around with her prey until she found the right time to strike. She was equally certain she didn\'t really mind being played with, as long as it was Jade being the player.

\"So, Suzanne with the uncertain heritage, what are your plans for tonight?\"

Suzanne had to think about that for a while. The only thing she was absolutely certain she would do was think about being chased by a sleek werewolf with a brown coat of fur and, for the first time, with a name. She would think about how it would gain on her, jump her, change and take her. And Suzanne knew she would have one frantic hand between her legs as she thought about all that.

Of course, that wasn\'t the kind of thing you could tell someone in a public place.

\"I don\'t know,\" Suzanne said. \"I think I\'m going to take a stroll through the centre. It\'s a nice evening for it.\"

\"That it is,\" Jade said.

Suzanne took her glass and finished the rest of her milk in one gulp. She slammed a couple of coins on the counter and stood. \"In fact, I think I\'m going right now,\" she said.

\"See you around,\" Jade said, and underneath the pleasant voice was hint of growl, not threating, but certainly promising.

Suzanne turned her back to Jade and started walking towards the door, her whole body screaming at her not to. In part because she instinctively knew that turning your back on a werewolf was a really stupid thing to do, but mostly because she really didn\'t want to be walking away from Jade.

Suzanne stepped out into the warm evening air and took a moment to figure out where she was. For some reason, the bar was never located in the same place twice. After orienting herself, Suzanne set out down the street. This particular street sloped steeply downward in a fashion not often seen anywhere in the country. She hadn\'t gone very though when something made her stop. Here, of to the side of the street was a large set of stairs leading up to the St. Stevenskerk. Nearly at the top of the stairs was the stone statue of the devil Moenen, sitting with his chin in hand, looking down the stairs. And, sitting easily on top of Moenen, was Jade.

Suzanne gaped. Then hurriedly shut her mouth and walked up the stone stairs. Jade grinned at her and jumped down the statue.

\"How did you get here so fast?\" Suzanne asked.

Jade righted herself and Suzanne found herself gaping again. There was something very different about her. Underneath her black jacket, Jade wore a simply white shirt which fitted her very well. Back in De Oude Romein, the shirt had covered a pair of very firm breasts. Now it seemed to cover... more.

Jade apparently saw her look. It was, after all, hard to miss. \"Curious?\" Jade asked.

Suzanne nodded.

Grinning, Jade lifted her shirt, causing Suzanne to gasp with shocked surprise. Not because Jade was bold enough to reveal herself on the street, but because she revealed six beautiful breasts. It was a bizarre sight, but one which struck Suzanne as incredibly erotic and arousing. Mesmerised, Suzanne reached out and stroked one of them. Even though it wasn\'t in the right place, it felt soft and warm.

\"There are some... perks to being a shapeshifter,\" Jade growled softly.

Suzanne nodded mutely, now using both hands to caress, squeeze and fondle Jade\'s breasts. She leaned forward and kissed one of the upper two (one of the \'normal\' ones) while her hands explored Jade\'s middle left and lower right breasts. The feeling of one breast against her lips and tongue and two more on the tips of her fingers filled Suzanne with an arousal that made her regret she could not experience all of Jade\'s breasts at the same time. The soft, content growl coming from Jade told Suzanne that the werewolf didn\'t mind that much.

Suddenly, Jade pulled away, grabbed Suzanne by the arm and forced the girl to run after her as she bounded up the the remaining steps. A moment thereafter, Suzanne found herself with her back pressed against the wall of the church and Jade pressing up against her in front of her. Suzanne flung her arms around Jade and the two kissed feverishly, hungrily, their tongues twisting and dancing. Jade withdrew and her eyes, dark with lust, asked a question that no longer really needed answering. Breathlessly, Suzanne nodded. Jade grinned and unzipped and unbuttoned her pants and then, next to Jade\'s six breasts, the werewolf\'s hard cock pressed against Suzanne\'s body as well.

\"Perks?\" Suzanne breathed.

Jade nodded. She easily lifted Suzanne\'s skirt and then lifted Suzanne off her feet even more easily. Suzanne wrapped her legs around Jade\'s waist and pressed her lips hard against the werewolf\'s. She could feel her soaking panties being pushed to the side just enough to allow Jade\'s cock to push into her. All thought fled her mind as Jade pressed into her again and again. Only the primal need for more dominated her being. Even though it was impossible, Suzanne tried to pull Jade even closer against her, regretting that her own coat prevented her from feeling Jade\'s breasts against her own skin, but rejoicing that she could feel Jade\'s every thrust.

Jade filled her, lust and pleasure building up inside her body as well as... something else. Something intense and powerful and growing until she couldn\'t contain it any longer and orgasm took her.

Eventually Suzanne came around again. She found herself sitting on the ground, her back still against the church wall. Jade was sitting on her haunches next to her, looking normal and decent again - her shirt covering an ordinary pair of breasts and her pants not bulging in any way. Suzanne did notice a small trickle of blood coming out of the corner of Jade\'s mouth.

\"What happened?\" Suzanne asked.

\"What happened is that we figured out just what you are,\" said Jade pleasantly.

\"You\'re bleeding,\" Suzanne said.

\"Just a bit,\" said Jade. \"Good thing I\'m a werewolf. A magic discharge of that size would\'ve killed a human.\"

\"What do you mean?\"

\"You\'re a succubus,\" said Jade. \"Or part succubus anyway. Something like that. Sex just doesn\'t give you pleasure, it gives you magic power as well. And you don\'t know what to do with it, so when you came you released it all in one go. Hence the blood.\"

\"Oh,\" said Suzanne. \"Really?\"

\"Trust me,\" said Jade. \"No other being on Earth extracts that much raw magic from sex. Guess that also means I was your first, huh? Pity it wasn\'t more romantic.\"

\"Oh,\" Suzanne said again.

Jade sighed. \"Anyways, there\'re two choices you got right now. Either you learn how to channel your magic or you never have sex with anyone ever again. There aren\'t a lot of people who\'re as tough as werewolves.\"

\"But... how? Who would teach me?\"

\"I got a couple of contacts,\" said Jade. \"Don\'t worry, it\'ll be fine. Besides, I promise my entire pack\'ll be looking after you.\"

\"Thanks,\" said Suzanne. \"I think.\"

Jade grinned. \"I\'m mostly being selfish. Being on good terms with a succubus is never a bad thing.\"

\"Still... thanks.\"

\"OK,\" said Jade, standing up. \"Think you can make your way home?\"

Suzanne stood up as well. \"Yeah, I think so,\" she said. \"But... I\'d still like it if you came with me.\"

Jade smiled. \"Sure thing.\"