Meeting the Succubus

Morty walked up to the bar and sat down on one of the stools, an exasperated look etched into his face. With a wave he got the attention of one of the bartenders, a strange, bug looking creature. He, she, it? walked over and leaned on the bar and raised a strange, barbed looking eyebrow at him.

"Uh, a, uh, scotch," he pushed out, "Double?" his voice picking up at the end, turning the request into more of a question.

"Aren't you a little young for scotch?" came a voice to his right.

Morty looked over just in time to see a woman sitting down next to him. She was wearing a black dress that was very tight from the waist up; it had a low neckline with long sleeves that hung off her shoulders. All together it left little to the imagination. She had her long black hair pulled around and over one shoulder, peeking through it with heavy lashes and grey blue eyes.

"n-no, no! It's not for me, it's for my grandpa Rick," he said, gesturing behind them, but then jumped before words just started falling out of his mouth. "I, I mean, I've had scotch before. I could get you some if you want, uh, like, if you wanted?" Morty rubbed the back of his neck nervously, trying to grin and play it off, but it wasn't working.

The woman giggled, "its fine, I can pay for my own drinks; besides, I'm a little old for you, sweetie. That kinda thing is looked down upon in most of the galaxy, not just earth. How old are you, sixteen?" she asked.

"No, I'm fifteen, but- but thanks for guessing high. My name's Morty," he said, offering his hand.

"Karmina," she said, taking his hand softly, "But you can call me Kara."

"Kara," he repeated back.

"Now," she leaned in a little closer to him, her hand cupped around her mouth as if she was going to tell him a secret, and said, in a fake whisper, "Go take your grandpa his drink before he blows a gasket. He doesn't look too happy waiting."

"Yea, sure," Morty said, chagrined. He went to drop the money Rick had given him onto the bar but Karmina caught his hand, holding his fist in hers. He looked up questioning.

"I got it," she winked and pushed a bill across the wood that the bartender quickly picked it up, darting away for change.

"Oh, okay. Thanks." Morty grabbed up the drink quickly and walked back to the table to a glaring Rick.

"The hell took you so long? You're ordering a drink not- you're not making the fucking thing, shit." Rick snatched the drink out of Morty's hand and immediately began drinking it.

"Sorry Rick, the girl at the bar started talking to me," he said nervously, "She paid for it too."

With a raised eyebrow he looked towards the bar to see Karmina smirking playfully at him and his other brow rose to meet the first in surprise; she wiggled her fingers at him in a wave. Without looking away, rick stood and said, "Wait right here Morty, and don't- don't fucking move or- or- or else something bad will happen to you when I get back. Understand?"

Morty slouched into the chair, and replied with an obedient but monotone, "Yes Rick," before watching his grandfather go up and take his place next to her at the bar. He couldn't hear what they were saying but she was sure giggling a lot. Morty sighed, letting his chin fall into his hands. Rick held up two fingers and the bartender nodded just as Karmina shook her head and held up two fingers as well, causing Rick to laugh. He held up four fingers then and the bartender walked off, quickly returning with four little glass cups of brown liquid.

Rick handed two to Karmina and reached for the remaining ones but Karmina stopped him, grabbing a third and sliding it her way, her eyes half open and a grin on her face. Rick bounced a brow at her and she quickly downed all three shots. She shook her head after, her hair spinning perfectly and settling on her back. Rick's smile went crooked and he said something to Karmina that made her bite her lip and stand. Rick quickly took the shot in front of him as she gripped his sleeve pulling him up. He followed her obediently across the floor and down a hallway that was marked clearly for "Employee's Only".

Morty audibly groaned, glaring at the hallway after them. Why did this always happen? He always got left behind. And how did Rick always manage to get the most attractive women? He was a sixty year old man, for Christ's sake. Morty sat at the table, drawing shapes in the condensation left from his glass of water while he mumbled to himself.

After a few minutes the boredom began to wear at him. He looked up to see if, by any chance, they were coming back down the hallway. They weren't; but he did notice something else. Karmina's purse sat on the bar where she was sitting. Morty stood and walked to the bar, grabbing the purse and going to sit back down. He didn't think Karmina would be happy to come out and find someone had stolen her purse while she was gone doing god knows what.

Well, Morty knew what, he just didn't want to think about it. Instead he slowly unzipped the bag and peered inside. He knew he was breaking a cardinal social rule, "Never go through a woman's purse", but he couldn't help himself. For the most part it was pretty underwhelming. A comb, a mirror, her wallet, some loose papers, red lipstick matching what she was already wearing, and a little black datebook.

Not interested in any of the other objects, Morty took out the little notebook and starting flipping through it. The first few pages were all contact numbers and addresses, though none of them made any sense to Morty; most of them weren't even written in English. He skipped ahead, opening to the center of the tabbed pages and scanned the page then turned it, doing the same with the next. About four pages in, Morty's brow began to furrow. He slowly turned the page one last time and his eyes went wide.

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Rick let himself be pulled through a swinging door into a dark room and down another equally dark hallway. When they'd reached the far end of the hall Karmina turned around to him, the look in her eye was purely sinister. Rick loved it. She let go of his coat, her hand slowly trailing down his arm until her fingers brushed against his and then sank into her hip, tilting her head and giving her lip a small bite.

"Oooh-ho, you," Rick said with a smirk and squinted eyes.

He took a step towards her but she put a hand on his chest and stopped him in his tracks. Rick raised an eyebrow but happily let her continue. She let her finger trail up his neck, flicking off the tip of his chin and leaned in until she was just millimeters away. Rick waited patiently, his mouth agape, breath heavy; the air between them almost live with electricity.

"Patience was never really my virtue, sweetheart." The words were cold and heavy and before she could even think to process them his arms were around her waist, pulling her hard to him.

"I swear, I don't normally do this kind of thing," she said, her voice breathy.

"Gubba nub nub doo rah kah," he mumbled under his breath before pressing his lips to hers

"MMMNNAAH!" she shouted, breaking the kiss and effectively scaring the shit out of Rick.

"What!? Fuck! What!?" he shouted.

She laid her hand on his chest, pushing him just far enough away that she could see his face clearly. "You can speak birdlanguage?" she asked quickly.

Rick had no idea what was going on, but replied nonetheless. "Yes, along with a few, lot, quite a few more. When, wh-when you travel as much as I do it's kinda important."

"Say something else?" she asked excitedly.

"Like-, like what?" he asked, slightly amused by this new development, "give-gi-gimmie something."

"How do you say, um," she paused in thought, grinning when something came to mind, "How do you say I came not to destroy, but to fulfil."

Rick raised a brow, questioning her strange choice of phrase.

"What, do you not know?" she challenged.

It struck, "Eh-eh-of course I can. Goo no rahmei ahp nar nar mei."

"Oooh," she smiled, "Could you say just one more thing?"

Rick let his hands feel how fit she was under that cute little dress of hers, and just how small her waist was as well. "I could allow such a small request," his eyes slowly meandered their way up from her chest to her sultry eyes, "What else would you like me to say?" the last bit almost a whisper.

She licked her lips, teasingly, before answering in just as quiet a voice, "I don't care, as long as it's sick, perverse, and kinky as all hell."

"Oh, I think I can accommodate." Rick's arms wrapped around her torso, turning and throwing her against the wall. He gave her a sensual look before pressing himself against her and biting at her neck. With each nip saying a word.

"Mana," teeth grazed her flesh, "kip," his tongue pressed to her throat, "wubba," left a cool trail along her skin, "lub," and then sharp and delicious sensation washed over her as he bit down.

Karmina let out little yips with each touch, her head back and her hands in his hair. When she was afraid she might be too loud she bit her lip, effectively muffling her voice slightly. Rick quickly put an end to that, pulling back and leaning in to catch it between his teeth. He gave it a little tug, pulling another gasp from Karmina, before letting it go and pulling her in for a passionate kiss.

Everywhere he touched a flame erupted. Karmina's mind was spinning, it was difficult to get a complete thought through her mind without losing it somewhere along the way. She felt his fingers trace their way down her back to her waist and then down to her thigh. She gasped at the feeling of him slipping his fingers under her skirt, her mouth opening slightly.

It didn't take Rick long to take advantage of this new situation. At the same time that he let his tongue slide in-between her lips did his fingers quickly do the same, pulling even more wonderful noises from the now trembling girl in his arms. Karmina gripped at his back as she let out little gasps and moans over his rough and adept fingers at play.

She could feel her legs becoming weaker by the second, her knees quivered as they tried to keep her at level with him, but she could feel herself sliding up and down the wall behind her, even if it was only slightly. Between Rick's talented fingers hitting all the right spots and her being so focused on staying standing never noticed that his other hand was no longer touching her.

Catching her off guard, Rick leaned against her for a quick second, his fingers removing themselves with a slight protest from her before grabbing her by her thighs lifting her with ease. Karmina looked at him curiously with glazed over eyes and was met with an intimidating look. Rick's smirk only grew as he balanced her against the wall with one hand and quickly pulled her underwear to the side. She hadn't seen him take it out but she felt it as he let gravity pull her down quickly onto him, filling her up instantly. Her breath hitched a second, followed by a deep and long moan. She pressed her head back and into the wall.

"Oooh-ho-ho, yes," Rick groaned and pulled her up for another round, "That's what daddy likes. Moan louder for me."

It wasn't hard for her to comply. Once he started thrusting, it was all she could do to keep herself from being so loud they would get caught. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled herself to him, burying her face in his neck, her moans muffled against his coat.

"Oh, god, Rick!" she said through her teeth.

"What is it, babe," he asked playfully, "What do you want?"

"Harder," she moaned, her voice high and breathy.

"Not a problem, sweet cheeks." Rick picked up the pace, more or less picking her up and letting her fall back down onto him, with a bit of an upward thrust.

Her whole world was spinning. Karmina pressed her face harder onto his shoulder, completely muffling any noise she was making and Rick wasn't having that at all. Letting the wall hold a little bit more of her weight, he set one hand free and reached up to grab a handful of her hair, pulling her head back and away from him.

"Don't try to hide those nasty sounds from me," he looked her straight in the eyes, his gaze piercing, "I don't care who's fucking listening, you understand?"

She nodded, unable to find her tongue though it was there, licking at her lips.

"No," he paused, leaning in so close that she could feel his breath on her face. "I want you tell me. Promise me you'll be honest and moan for me."

"I promise," she said, though it was only a squeak.

"Good, and when you're close, you're Gonna tell me, right?" he asked, "I can feel you getting tighter around my cock; hungry little thing." Rick tightened his grip on her hair, pulling a low moan out of her.

"Oh, you like that?" he asked, using her hair as reins and forcing her to look up at him, their faces inches apart, "are you gonna cum?"

Karmina nodded and Rick gave her one extra rough thrust, grinning when she yelped.

"No, no," he chastised, "I want to hear you say it."

"I'm gonna cum, Rick!" she moaned, dragging his name out into a few extra syllables.

"Mmmnn… Me too, sweetie, me too."

Karmina wrapped her legs around him then, locking her ankles together and pulling him harder into her. "Inside," she yelled, "fucking cum inside me; fuck!"

Rick let out a low growl, "Don't have to ask me twice."

Karmina's moans grew higher and higher in pitch, her legs holding him closer to her until Rick could feel her tighten around him. He leaned down and bit her neck with a groan as she pulled him down with her; filling her more and more full with each consecutive thrust.

Rick gave a few final pumps before stopping, both of their breath heavy. He sat down, leaving himself inside her and letting her sit on his lap on the floor. Karmina leaned back against the wall with her eyes closed for a few breaths before laughing a few short laughs.

Rick leaned back as well, holding himself up with his arms, and asked "W-what's so funny?"

She chuckled once more before looking at him, a large grin on her face, "I'm just a little in shock. I can't believe this happened. I never imagined you would be at a shithole bar like this one."

"Yea we-URP-ell, shit happens," he said, passively before snapping his head back up and looking at her intently. "Wait a minute, how-how, w-why do you know my name?" he asked, his hand reaching into his coat instinctively, feeling for his gun which he had left in the spaceship outside. "Who the fuck are you?"

"Name's Karmina," she said, offering her hand, which Rick reluctantly took, his eyes squinting. "I just know of you really. It's almost hard not to, you sure do like to go around and make a name for yourself, Rick Sanchez," she said his name with inflection, as if to show off her knowledge of it.

"As long as you're not a, one of the fucking, the federation's shitty police force."

"Oh, no," she scoffed, waving her hand in the air for emphasis, "I'm definitely not with the galactic federation. They have no idea where I am, and I like to keep it that way."

"Good," he nodded, "Same."

"Well!" Karmina stood, adjusting her clothing and hair, "I believe you have someone waiting for you in the bar, and I have an appointment I can't afford to be late for, so we should probably head back out there."

Following suit, Rick stood and cleaned himself up; Karmina standing close by, watching with amusement. When he was finished she turned and led him back out the door they came through, walking towards the nervous wreck of a grandson sitting at the table Rick had left him at.

"Oh, Morty! Did you grab my bag for me?" she asked, picking it up and sliding it onto her shoulder, "You're the sweetest." she leaned over and give him a quick 'thank you' kiss on the cheek.

"And thank you for the interesting afternoon," Karmina said, going on her toes to plant a kiss on Rick's cheek as well before turning to leave with a wave. "Another time maybe."

Rick watched her go with a dubious look on his face. He didn't move until the door had settled back in its place but before he could even look down at him, Morty was flipping out.

"R-rick, holy shit, man, oh god, oh god!" He grabbed at his grandfather's sleeves, almost pulling him over.

"What-what the hell, Morty? What the fuck? What is wrong with you?" Rick managed to pull his arm away from the manic child, giving him an irritated glare.

"It's bad, Rick, I -I saw something, I-It's about her! She-she's-!" Marty rambled on.

"Have-haven't you ever been kissed before you-, ya nerd?" he said with a chuckle, wrestling his flask out of his coat pocket and drinking the last drops before reaching to the table to pour the rest of the scotch he'd ordered earlier into it.

"No, Rick, I'm not- I'm- I'm trying to be serious here!"

"What, Morty? What could possibly be so se-URP-rious that you're acting like-like a fucking Chihuahua on cocaine?"

"I think she's an assassin!" he shouted.

"And how did you come to that stunning conclusion?" he asked, one eye shut, the other peering into the flask as he swirled it around, trying to see how full it was.

"She had a journal in her purse, Rick, it was full of information and prices and phone numbers and shit!"

"And I care why?" he waved to get the bartender's attention and held up two fingers, attempting to ignore Morty's incessant paranoia.

"I was reading it and she has this whole list, I think it's a hit list, names crossed out left and right, and-and she, I mean, I saw something," he muttered, wringing his hands.

"G-URP-et to the po-URP-int, Morty!"

"Birdperson's name was next!"

Rick turned to look at him, eyes squinted, "You're sure that's what you saw?"

Morty nodded and his face lit up, remembering something. He rummaged through his pockets and pulled out a small pink business card, holding it up.

Rick snatched the crumpled paper out of his hand and examined it, reading aloud. "Little Miss Karma, have a "problem"?" Call me. I know how to take out the trash discreetly?" Rick stared at the card for a few long, silent seconds before letting it fall to the ground.

"Rick?" Morty questioned, worried.

"FUCK!" Rick ripped the portal gun off of the table, bashing it against the palm of his hand, "Fucking broken, you- ya goddamned piece of shit! Gah!" he gave up, exacerbated, and grabbed Morty roughly but the arm, "Common Morty. It's time to go."