Tastes Like

Chapter 1: The woman, the myth, the sexual legend.

[ Disclaimer: Yes, this first chapter is all plot. Yes, this chapter is all cheesy plot. No, this will not continue. Why with the cheesy plot? Because it's porn and because I can sooo...suck it :D On with the story!]

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There were many stories and theories about how Caramel came to be, each one more wild and lascivious than the last. Some said she was the half-breed bastard of a succubus or an incubus, perhaps both: others said that she was Lillith, born again to lead the world in the ultimate sexual revolution. Still others said that she was a normal girl, a common girl and a bit of a prude until she bit the apple, and was never the same again.

For each of these accounts, however, all stories agree: once she entered the apple, she was never the same again.

Christina Burgundy had been her name, though no one remembered that anymore- indeed, her childhood had not been memorable, not to anyone. No one knew where she had come from, or who her parents were. She was a simple, quiet child, larger than most and a bit of a prude, truth be told. She kept to herself and said little to no one; even her teachers seemed quick to forget her.

Once again the stories differ on her age-she had always looked younger than she was- but it was agreed upon that it was her birthday, though none of the others knew it, and she had been invited out by a group of youths on a dare. Perhaps it was her 16th, her 18th, her 21st: what mattered was that it was secretly her birthday, and that on that fateful night there were moans coming from the mansion on haunted hill.

None of the kids knew what happened there at night, only that twice a month the entire hill was blocked off by out-of-town security and that anyone under thirty was forbidden from entering the area. When children asked, they were told that monsters took over the hill once a month, to feed their demonic cravings and explore their deviancies, whatever that meant. The rest of the year the hill was deserted, empty; no one wanted to live near the accursed place, for whatever reason.

Such it was that one night Christina Burgundy met with a group of other kids her age (if there were 5 or 20, the stories have forgotten) huddled next to a worn down sawhorse sign with the image of a naked woman covering herself and holding an apple next to an apple tree, with the words "Eve's Apple" written next to it in block lettering.

"Go on." urged the first to another.

"No, I don't want to. You do it!" the other boy challenged back.

"Do what?" Christina said. The crowd jumped.

"Jeez-us Christina! Where the hell did you come from?" The first boy cursed.

"Do what?" Christina said again, reaching out and putting a hand on the boy's shoulder. The boy jerked away.

"If she wants to know so bad, make her do it." Said one of the popular girls, glaring and tossing her hair. Agreement rose from all sides.

"Alright alright just shut up already! Christina, go ring the doorbell and see what's happening inside."

"What? But no one who's ever been inside has ever come out again!" Christina stammered.

"Exactly" muttered the second boy, low enough for everyone to hear. Someone quickly jabbed him in the ribs to stifle the sound. It took only a moment.

"I'll do it." Christina said, full of resolve.

It was the last thing Christina Burgundy ever said.

Accounts differ on what happened next. Some say she walked halfway to the door before a black energy tangled her up and sucked her inside. Others say she simply walked up, rang the doorbell, and walked inside. Perhaps she was in there a matter of minutes, some accounts say she was in there up to sixteen days. Whether she made any sound as she fucked an orgy dry, or her screamed echoed through the town for days, none can rightfully say. Most believe that, while inside, she was taken as the sex slave of an incubus. After a number of days, it was she who managed to survive the encounter. With his final breath he spilled his seed into her, filling her with his life's essence and transforming her into the woman she was.

When she walked out, she was Caramel.