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Chapter #3

Samson, the Psychic Berserker

    by: John Johnny Johnson Author IconMail Icon
Samson spent his morning looking for survivors that didn't know the Harbingers were dead. He found himself investigating a cave that had a strange feel to it. But he could never have possibly expected the purple glow coming from the other end.

When he emerged, he was shocked to find a beach with a violet glow to it. No, it wasn't the sandl or the ocean, it was the sun itself.

Deciding that this wasn't the place he should stay, he turned back. Only to discover the cave entrance was no deeper than a swimming pool. Either he'd walked into a trap, or the cosmos was punishing him for some reason.

Forced to wander around, he left the beach quickly when he realised the sand was completely undisturbed.

He searched for what felt like hours with no sign of anyone. Literally, he couldn't sense anything. He could normally feel where people had walked, or hid, or even where slept. But there was nothing, like no one had been here in decades.

Even when looking around a small village, he couldn't feel anyone's presence, despite how clean everything looked. Thankfully, that didn't last long.

Hearing what sounded like people, he followed the voices to a small house. The energy emanating from the structure were positive, which calmed him. He couldn't understand why he didn't feel them earlier.

"Hello?" he asked, opening the door. "Sorry to intrude, but just was wondering-"

He stopped immediately when he realised the people he heard was an incubus and succubus. Both wearing barely enough to cover their assessts. He pulled his sword in response and activated his berserker rage. Despite the energy coming of them, he heard plenty of stories.

"Oh, there's no reason to be like that." the incubus said, faking hurt.

"Why not have fun with us?" the succubus offered.

Being bisexual, Samson found himself drawn to them. Both the incubus' muscular form, and the succubus' round curves.

"Like I would ever trust demons like-" he interrupted himself with the realisation that his voice was changing, getting more high pitched. He'd never come across helium before, but he knew of its affects.

Using his telekinesis, he pulled himself back out the door and a fair distance from the building. Breathing heavily, he attempted to fill his lungs with as much oxygen as he could. He felt a bite on his neck, his precognition alerting him to what was to come. But that made him more vulnerable as he stood frozen in the feeling.

"Need some help?" he heard the incubus say behind him before biting his neck gently.

The bite was overly sexual and felt far too good for Samson to keep his rage active. He tried resisting, but the succubus shoved her tounge down his throat. Completely overwhelming his senses.

Next thing he knew, he was lying on the ground, looking up at the predatory grin of both demons.

The succubus tore open his shirt, exposing his bare chest to the world, and started licking his nipple. She was soon joined by the incubus, who bit into his other breast.

Samson couldn't fight against the feeling. He felt better than he ever...

Breasts?! That was what she needed to snap out of the haze.

Pushing them back with as much force as she could muster, she activated her rage again and jumped onto the roof, staring down at them.

Keeping an eye on the two so not to be taken by surprised again, she grabbed her chest with her free hand and felt a sensitive D cup breast.

Well, this could be a problem.
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