19 comments/ 53479 views/ 32 favorites The Succubus Ch. 01 By: Occult_philosopher Danny Cambion was pretty much your average college guy. Average height, average looks, average grades, average life; the kind of guy who, if his classmates thought back on him in later years, would be forced to say pleasant things about, but only because they couldn't remember anything else. Average. Inoffensive. Perhaps painfully normal. He definitely wasn't used to waking up with his cock in a warm, wet mouth. He sat bolt upright in his bed, still half-asleep, but somehow expecting the sudden movement would wake him from the incredible dream he was having. Instead, he was confronted by the sight of the most unbelievably attractive girl he had ever seen curled up in his lap, bobbing her head up on down on his straining dick. He had never felt anything like it, not from the handful of girlfriends in his past, none of whom had ever shown skill – or enthusiasm – like this. More significantly, definitely not from his current girlfriend, who he hadn't even persuaded to let him take off her bra, let alone swallow his load – which is what this mysterious stranger would soon be doing, if she didn't let up her ministrations. He drank in the spectacle: she was completely naked, as far as he could see, her pale skin practically glowing in the moonlight that shone in through his window. It was hard to tell from her current position, but she seemed small and slim, yet incredibly well endowed, her massive breasts pressing warmly against his thighs as she went about her work. He hair was like pink candy floss, cascading around her head and hiding her face. Oh, and she had a tail. "Ohhh, so I am dreaming," he muttered, and fell back against his pillow, arms resting above his head, disappointed but content to enjoy the experience for what it was. Yet no sooner had he spoken than the sucking stopped, and his dreamt-up interloper was crawling up his body, one painstaking movement at a time. Her deliciously soft breasts grazed his engorged dick, her hands played devilishly against the skin of his stomach and then his chest. Then she was straddling his hips, his cock pressed against the hottest, wettest pussy he had ever felt – and glancing down confirmed that the head of his dick was rubbing against a ring through her clit as she moved ever so slightly, enjoying his presence. His gaze wandered up her taut stomach to her heavenly rack, her slender neck to her cute but somehow far-too-sexy face. Large, intelligent eyes gazed back at him. "You're not dreaming, dear boy," she whispered with a voice that made his balls tighten, closer to coming just from hearing her words. "I'd say you'd soon wish you were dreaming, but I'm afraid you'd never get the chance." "What are you talking about?" he asked, before sighing in ecstasy as she grabbed the head of his dick in her hand, jerking him slowly with his precum for lube. And that made for a lot of lube, under the circumstances. "You can't guess?" she asked, and Danny felt a strange presence curling around his leg – her tail, with its tapered tip tracing circles on his thigh. "My name is Maya, and I'm a succubus. I'm also the best, last fuck you'll ever have." For a moment he just smiled and nodded, closing his eyes as she raised herself off him slightly, pressing the head of his cock against her hungry slit. Then his eyes shot open. "Wait!" he pleaded, as she started to slip down onto him. It took all his concentration not to simply let go. "This feels incredible – but – stop!" A hurt but curious look played across Mandy's features. "You're sure?" she asked. "What's the matter? Not ready yet? If you're a good little mortal I'll make it quite pleasant – you can use me however you want. The most depraved fantasies you never thought you'd find someone to share with. You can fuck my tits until I wear your pearls," she offered, squeezing her breasts together suggestively. "Come inside my ass," and she lifted off his cock, shifting ever so slightly until he was pressing against her other, tighter hole. "Or maybe you'd rather I fucked you?" she mused, and that slender tip of her tail was suddenly pressing somewhere even tighter. "Wait!" Daniel squeaked again. "That's not what I meant! I meant I don't want to die!" Maya laughed as she moved off his cock again, settling down so that she was resting on his chest with her head inches from his, full lips closing on his mouth – and her smile revealing sharp, pointed fangs that Danny couldn't believe hadn't shredded his member when she was busy blowing him. "You misunderstand. Fucking me isn't going to kill you," she reassured him, and as she said it, she slid down his body until his dick slid inside her. All his higher brain functions ceased for a long time, replaced by perfect ecstasy. "We can do this all night," she continued, pushing up until she was straddling him again, his cock completely buried inside her, and began to ride him slowly. "And believe me, you'll want to. Again and again. Over and over. I'm reliably formed it's quite an addictive experience. You'll go well beyond the limits of your stamina – even if I do give you a helping hand in that department. Sooner or later, little mortal, you're going to run out of steam. That's when I'll suck what's left of your life out through your cock – literally." "But I don't want you to do that," Danny reiterated, even though he was having trouble thinking of doing anything but thrusting into her incredible body. "As amazing as this is, I'm not willing to throw my life away for it! I think." "A hard decision, isn't it?" she asked with a wink, grinding against him. "But if you really want to stop..." She slowed her rhythm, pondering the situation. "You know, mortal – " "Danny," he provided. "My dear Daniel," she smiled, squeezing his dick with her inner walls. He gasped. "You've already proven more than a little interesting. Most men, by this point, are dehydrated husks, desperate to get it up one more time before I'm finished with them. The things I've experienced at the mercy of a mortal mind. It's quite incredible." "Er, we do our best," he said. "So I offer you a deal, dear Daniel. How would you like to fuck me – and not suffer the consequences?" "I sense a catch," he replied dryly. "Of course," she said, smiling sweetly, and squeezed him again. "No mortal – not even you, with the remarkable willpower you've displayed so far – could live after a succubus is finished with them, even if I didn't drink their essence. That's really just a formality. All the sex wouldn't kill you outright, but even if I didn't take what was left of you, your body wouldn't survive for long without more of what I offer – and if your body is too played out for more, then I really can't help. Better to just suck you dry." "So how do we get around that problem?" "Oh, that's the easy part. We take away the part of you that's mortal, and throw in a little demon. An incubus would easily survive mating with a succubus. We sex demons are kith and kin." "So I just sell my soul, and then we can – I can have you?" he asked, her consistent massage of his cock with the inner walls of her pussy starting to addle his mind. "Oh, nothing so theatrical as that, dear Daniel," she laughed. "It's a little more... graphic. I think you'd find it quite enjoyable." "I'm sure I should be thinking this over more, but right now, I don't care. Do whatever it is you have to do. Soul, fluids, graphic, whatever! Sign me up for a new demon body and then please let's get back to the fun stuff," Danny agreed. "Not so fast," Maya said, laughing again, and hopping off his prone form with no warning. "If you really want to become an incubus, you'll have to prove that you have what it takes. It isn't just a case of having all the right parts – you need to have the right mind for it. You've already shown you have the willpower, but I need you to show me you've got more than that. You need to show you have the desire, the creativity, the sheer lust-crazed love of sex necessary to be a true sex demon." Cock so hard it was twitching, and still reeling from Maya's sudden retreat, it took a while for Danny to get his thoughts in order. "How do I prove I have what it takes?" "For that, I'll need another little taste," she replied, and once more engulfed his cock in her mouth. This time, though, he was all the way down her throat, his whole shaft squeezed by her oral skills. Unable to control himself, Daniel pulled back then thrust back into her mouth, feeling his orgasm rushing through him and pulsing through his dick and into her throat. She gagged at first, pulling off his cock as he fired his second shot into her mouth, and then his remaining spurts spattered against her cheeks. She giggled as he slowly went limp. "Yes, that ought to do it," she mused, taking care to lick up all the come threatening to drip from her face with her slightly forked tongue, then cleaning up Danny's spent cock. Dazed, he asked, "Ought to do what? Does that prove I've... oh man... wow," he trailed off, getting light-headed. "Pace yourself, or I'll have to skip ahead to the part where I fellate you to death," she warned. "Now, that didn't prove anything – but it did provide a blueprint for what would. One of the many talents of a succubus is a kind of drymimancy – reading a prophecy through bodily fluids. Of course, we specialise in seminal fluid. It's the most accurate – and the most fun. Yours has told me of many interesting things, things that will come to pass if you have the will to make them happen. Prove that you have the will to indulge your fantasies – and oh my, some of them should be quite entertaining – and you will have proven you have what it takes to become an incubus. And more importantly, to enjoy me." "My fantasies?" Danny asked. "Seven of them, to be precise. Seven fantasies in seven days seems reasonable. Each of them is truly yours, something you've wanted, perhaps for a very long time, but never had the confidence, opportunity or luck to achieve. Some of them are quite extreme, others less so, but put them all together and I see the kind of mind that would make any succubus swoon with desire." "So all I have to do is... what, screw these seven people, and that's enough?" Maya smiled darkly. "It isn't quite that simple, but this time, the fault is your own. Seven fantasies, not seven people. Actually, I think at least nine would need to be involved, but feel free to involve more. Let's start with... your neighbour. Her name is Emi, isn't it? The Japanese girl." Danny gulped. Maya really had read into his fantasies. Ever since Emi had moved into the room next door, he'd been lusting after her. Thank the heavens for co-ed dorms. "I suspect you've been watching too much porn, my dear Daniel, because you want nothing more than the splash her face with your seed. An admirable goal, but if you manage it, do try to enjoy her in other ways – I'll be watching, and variety is the spice of any good show. What next – ah, yes, she's not the only acquaintance you've desired. Your friend Amy, the redhead. You've jacked off thinking of her ample charms many times, fantasising about pulling her away from the bar and into a bathroom stall, bending her over and fucking her in the ass." Each vulgarity rolled of Maya's tongue with terrible weight. "Anal with Amy. Make sure you come inside. "But there's more. You've secretly always desired to have sex in a public place, even better if you're actually being watched. What a closeted little exhibitionist you are. And it isn't just your friends and neighbours you want to ravage, is it? You're excited by the thought of hooking up with a perfect stranger, having your way with her without even knowing her name. That's four so far, dear Daniel. I've saved the best ones till last." Danny closed his eyes, because he knew what must be coming. "Those innocent twins you grew up with. It's amazing, I couldn't even read their names from your come – you really do just imagine them as a pair to be fucked, don't you?" "Summer and Autumn," Danny supplied. "Summer and Autumn?" Maya asked incredulously. "No wonder they're like porn stars in your mind's eye, when they have names like that. A threesome with the twins, that's five. I hope for your sake they still live in your old hometown, or tracking them down in seven days might be a real problem." "Can't it be any twins?" he asked. "If that had been your fantasy, sure, but you've watched them grow into quite the pair of young women – identical in every way. And what you really, secretly want is for them to kneel in front of you and lap at your cock. Them, not anyone else. As for number six, well, I think you already know that it's another threesome. Karen, your current girlfriend? She's really been an ice queen, hasn't she?" Danny just nodded. "Then you'll enjoy sharing her with your roommate, I'm sure. Spit roasted and double-penetrated – quite the schedule you laid out in that particular fantasy. When the two of you are done with her, I doubt she'll find any one man sufficient again. Perhaps as an incubus, you'd be able to satisfy her?" Maya teased. "Of course, I've saved the best till last. Your deepest, darkest secret. You might have shared the others with a sufficiently close confidante, whispered how you wished you could have had some fun with those twins, or how you wish you could show your girlfriend all the sex she'd been denying you – and more. Not this one, though. I doubt you'd ever tell anyone how you thought about your sister. How you sneaked little glances at her when you're home, thinking about how she'd filled out – and my, hasn't she? Her breasts must almost be as impressive as mine. I guess you aren't the only well-endowed one in your family. And you want to slide your dick between her well-oiled tits until you come all over your sister's waiting face, don't you? How many times has that fantasy carried you to orgasm? How many times have you thought about her when you've groped your flat-chested girlfriends, and wished it was her you were pawing?" Danny couldn't believe the succubus' words, but couldn't deny they rang true. "Even if I wanted to, even if I had to, I could never do that to my sister. Hell, she'd never let me! Never mind trying to persuade my girlfriend to fuck me and my roommate, or trying to get into bed with the twins, or any of the rest of it!" Maya nodded thoughtfully. "You might be right – normally. But I'm willing to give you one little gift that might turn the odds in your favour. It will be up to you to decide how best to deploy it, though." Maya ran her hands up her body until she cupped her full breasts, massaging them gently until her fingers found her hard nipples, playing with and teasing them until beads of milk appeared. "Demon's milk, she explained, gathering a drop of the stuff and raising it to her lips. "Delicious, and shall we say, nutritious. Drink this, and you'll already be a little more than the average mortal. Little blue pills have nothing on it. You'll last longer, come harder, and recover faster – perfect if you're going to last these next seven days. Side effects may include increased libido, and copious amounts of come. Perfect for... well, just perfect." "That's all great – I mean really, it is – but unless my mere presence is going to turn girls into sex-crazed maniacs, I don't think it's going to help as much you seem to think," Danny responded. Maya grinned. "Here's the fun part. I'm going to let you drink some now, and a little more to keep. That will be the real gift. So far, I only explained the effects my milk has on men. Let one of your conquests taste it, and she'll be putty in your hands. A sex-crazed maniac, in fact." "What? I don't want to drug anyone!" Danny protested, but Maya waved her hand dismissively. "Who said anything about drugs? No one will do anything they don't truly desire, and I think you'll be pleasantly surprised by some of the desires most people manage to keep hidden. Nevertheless, you'll only have enough to awaken the desire in one of the girls you seek. The rest, you'll have to seduce the old-fashioned way. Now," she continued, lowering her milky teat to his lips, "drink up, because you have big day ahead of you..." The Succubus Ch. 01 Blank nothing. Then. Images cluttered my brain like static. A beautiful red smile. A black dress. A blue drink and blue lights glowing neon. A throbbing beat. A rusty door. Blank again. When I woke again, my mouth tasted dry as a salty dream. Still couldn't see. Tried to rub my eyes. Couldn't. Panic opens eyes. Still dark. Struggle. Legs caught, arms caught. Turn to look at arms. Can't. A band around my forehead and temples. Scream. "Tush, tush, my dear," came a caramel voice. "Must we make such noise?" Too dark. Can't turn to see anyways. Try to smack spit. "Who's... who's there?" I ask, a raspy voice. "Come now! Don't you remember me?" pouted the caramel voice. A fingernail traced my chest. I am naked, I realize. The fingernail trailed circles. "We only met last night. And it was such a... fulfilling night, too. Men these days." The fingernail slid towards my nipple, joined a thumb, then bit together and twisted. Hard. I squealed. Then blushed, furious and embarrassed. "Let me go! This is kidnapping! Torture!" A caramel laugh, coated with scorn. "Torture, my boy? Oh, you have no idea. I haven't even done anything worthwhile. Just... a little... twist." As she spoke, she slowly twisted my nipple, then gave a final jerk. My body jolted against the bonds. My helpless yelp gave no relief. "Please, whatever you want, I'll... Look, I've got a lot of money. I'm a... I'm... a..." I searched my memory for what I was, but nothing except a blue drink returned. "I'm a lawyer! I'll give you all I've got. Just name your price, it's yours." I tried to sound confident, but my breathing refused to cooperate. Silence was her only reply. I listened, trying to hear where she was moving. Nothing. Her steps were as blank as my memory. A flick shocked my right thigh, evincing a wince. Another. Another. Just as I was about to yell out, a pinch caught my voice, twisting words into another yelp. "Money..." came the voice. "Every man seems to think I want..." twist, "their money..." twist, "it is really rather..." twist, "amusing." At that, her whole hand slapped the inside of my thigh. I could feel the bonds against my wrists, my ankles, my head, my chest hold my jolt, but none of them bit. They felt merely like an impassable point, not like a strap at all. "What," I said, panting, "What do you want? I'll give you anything, just, please... let me go. I have friends," blank, "a family," blank, "a... god, I haven't even fed the dog, just let me..." A soft, gloved hand clasped my mouth. "Shhhh, little boy," came the voice, slithering into my ear. "You'll know what I want soon. Very soon. But that's not important right now. What is important right now is, you don't even have anything holding you down right now. There's simply nothing..." she poked my wrists exactly where I felt a bond, "there." She poked again at my throat. "This is insane... What are you trying to say? What are you doing to me?" I thought desperately for a solution, "Did you hypnotize me?" Playful, impish laughter. "Hypnotize you! My goodness, you think I would be so crude? Do you truly remember nothing of our night together? How I swayed towards you at the bar? How my body slid against yours on the dance floor? How my lips loved yours with such grace that you hardly dared to breathe lest you broke the magic? To say nothing of my tongue! Goodness, what a forgetful boy you are." Before I could reply, a warm breath cradled my face. A red smell sank into my stomach. Lips met mine, and instinctively, automatically, my body relaxed like a kitten picked up by the scruff. Her lips lifted from mine, but not before leaving a gentle bite, and I strained forwards towards the emptiness she left. Whatever bonds held me, held still. Fear trilled my throat for the first time. "What have you done to me?" I whispered, barely able to coax the words into sound. Her soft lips kissed my chin, my cheek, my ear. Relaxation soaked into my muscles, and at each kiss, the bonds grew more and more faint. "Why, my good little boy, I haven't done a thing. You just don't want to leave. Isn't that right?" Another kiss, and I felt the bonds not at all. My mind continued to struggle. But an answer, an answer that felt as foreign as it felt familiar, slowly pressed through the resistance. Unable to hold my lips shut, I answered. "No... I don't..." I felt her smile, barely a half inch from my face. "Good boy," she whispered, and a final kiss held my body firm. The Succubus Ch. 02 Last night, Daniel Cambion got one hell of an offer: prove that he had the mind of a demon, and he'd become one - a sex demon, actually. If he failed, the succubus that made him the offer would, literally, fuck him to death. Now he has just seven days to fulfil seven of his greatest fantasies. First on the list: his neighbour in the room next door, a Japanese student named Emi Kurosawa. ========================================== Ever since she moved in just a few days after Danny, she'd been in his head. He'd always had a thing for Japanese girls, and on top of that, Emi was simply beautiful: pale, creamy skim; straight black hair; a slender, athletic-looking body. From what he'd seen, while she was far from the most heavily endowed girl he'd ever met, she seemed to have a more than ample chest. He couldn't wait to see what she was hiding beneath her sometimes quite conservative clothes. That was what he found himself thinking as he paused in front of her door, psyching himself up to knock, trying to ignore the much larger problem of how he was going to get her to agree to his fantasy. In truth, the two of them had barely spoken, as he was too shy to make more than a little small talk with her – much of it awkward. He had no idea under what circumstances he might get her into a position where he could come on her face, but that was what the succubus demanded of him, and so he was going to have to make it happen. Just as importantly, he wanted to make it happen, and he was getting hard just thinking about it – He knocked, nervously, trying to look natural for when she opened the door. He definitely wasn't prepared for her to open it little more than a crack, peering around it looking just as nervous as he was, her face flushed. "Oh, hey, Danny... what's up?" she asked, and he noticed that she seemed to be wearing a bathrobe, but her bare shoulder was visible where it had slipped, as if she'd thrown it on in a hurry to answer the door. Thinking that she might be half-naked just a few inches away wasn't helping anything except his erection, causing him to shift uncomfortably. "Hi, Emi..." he began, trying to think what to say. Part of him just wanted to blurt out his predicament, completely insane as it would sound, just to see what would happen. Another part wanted to somehow utilise the gift the succubus had given him: a vial of her otherworldly breast milk, that she had said would arouse the desire of any girl who drank it. Yet besides the problem of trying to get her to taste it, he only had the one vial, and as difficult as Emi might be to persuade, he had even less chance of getting through his later tasks without it. Emi glanced back into the room. "Erm, I'm kind of in the middle of something," she said, and Danny suddenly clicked that she probably wasn't alone in there. It was still the morning, but she was often up and pottering around in the shared kitchen by this point, suggesting she had just got out of bed for entirely different reasons than oversleeping. He winced, embarrassed. "Don't tell me your boyfriend is in there? I had no idea..." She gave him an odd look. "Not my boyfriend." Before Danny could finish making his perplexed expression, another voice chimed in. Another girl's voice. "He was totally going to ask you out, babe!" From behind the door, a pair of bare arms grabbed Emi in a hug, forcing her to let go of the door. It swung open, exposing Emi in her short, terrycloth bathrobe – untied, and merely held shut by her hands – and standing behind her was the owner of the mysterious voice. This girl was a little taller than Emi, but was more or less successfully using her as cover to keep her modesty, as from Danny's perspective – noting the curve of her hips, her bare shoulders, and long legs peeking out from behind his crush – she couldn't be wearing anything at all. Distracted thusly, it took a moment for him to recognise her, but it was her hair that gave it away: black, but for a bleached streak at her hairline. Usually when he spotted her around campus, she was wearing far more makeup – and clothes – to really seal the gothic image. "Hi," she said, extending a hand over Emi's shoulder. Emi just looked mortified. "Karen!" she exclaimed, as Danny shook it, looking almost as flustered as Emi. Karen laughed, hugging Emi again. "Sorry, boy, but I guess I beat you to her." "So I see," Danny said, dumbfounded. Whilst his mind raced off in one direction as he considered what he'd just interrupted, he was also well aware that this might have put an insurmountable barrier in his path. "You know, he is kind of cute..." Karen noted, her hands wandering to cup Emi's breasts through the robe. "Karen!" Emi complained again. "Sorry, Dan; I don't know about Karen, but I don't swing that way anymore. And even if she does, I'm not willing to share her!" "You're such a spoilsport, Emi," Karen retorted, continuing to fondle her girlfriend's breasts. The act was beginning to take its toll as Emi's face reddened, and her robe began to slip apart. "Look at the poor guy. We've got him all riled up and you just want to leave him out here whilst we go and have fun?" "Er, I don't suppose I get any say in this?" Danny asked, his eyes locked on Karen's hands. "Of course not, silly boy," Karen laughed, slipping her hands under Emi's robe. The Japanese girl gasped. "Now get in here and watch – right, Emi?" Emi just nodded, letting her robe fall open as Karen continued to grope her, squeezing her breasts together to show off her cleavage, rolling her nipples between her fingers to elicit more pleasured gasps. Dan managed to drag his eyes away, following the smooth lines of Emi's stomach down to her completely hairless pussy. When he continued to stand there gawping, Karen simply guided Emi back into the room with one hand and reached out to drag Dan in with them with the other. In doing so, she revealed herself to him clearly for the first time, letting him discover that she was just as gorgeous as her girlfriend. She was a little more muscular whilst still being incredibly feminine; her breasts were smaller but her nipples were pierced with small, silvery rings; and her pale, white skin was covered by tattoos: colourful Oriental-designs of koi fish and water on one arm, a tangle of ivy-like roses and thorns crawling up her thigh, and a flowery image that wrapped around a stylised heart across her upper chest that dipped between her breasts, leaving them exposed but creating a delicious contrast. "I think today is your lucky day," Karen whispered to him as she shut the door, her hot breath lingering on his skin as she leaned in close. Emi seemed to be just as dazed as Karen returned to her, stripping the robe off her shoulders and exposing her completely. The gothic beauty pushed her down onto the bed and sank between her legs as they hung over the edge, burying her face in Emi's cunt whilst her long, black-painted fingernails grazed her skin teasingly. Dan stood awkwardly, not knowing what to do, but knowing he had no desire to take his eyes off the spectacle. Neither girl was paying any attention to him now, as Karen took delight in pleasuring Emi, and Emi herself was grabbing the sheets in ecstasy, pulling her girlfriend in closer by wrapping her legs around her naked back. Knowing what he had to do, and daring to take the risk, Dan started stripping off his clothes, his cock bouncing free as he slid his boxers down last. Wrapping his hand around his member, he froze up, unsure whether to jack off over the show before him, or try to find some way to join in. Karen paused in her ministrations, her chin slick with her girlfriend's juices, and smiled as she admired Dan's package. "Easy there, boy," she warned, "all you get to do is watch... for now. But take it slow, no point getting there ahead of us, is there?" Karen's words reminded him of what he was supposed to be there to do. Dan grinned as he gripped his cock harder, starting to slowly stroke himself as Karen climbed up onto the bed, twisting around so that she could sixty-nine with Emi. Both girls moaned into the other's cunts, and Dan had to fight to keep himself from jerking off too fast and risking ruining the experience – and his chance. He tried to focus on them rather than himself, watching Karen's tongue dance down Emi's slit. "That's right," Karen whispered, raising her head slightly, "take your time, enjoy the show." She ran her fingers over Emi's thighs, pulling her legs apart to expose more to Dan, dipping her fingers into her girlfriend as much for his benefit as for hers. Smiling wickedly, Karen reached over to the pillow at the end of the bed, feeling around for a moment before pulling her hand out from beneath it with a long, bulbous glass dildo. She licked it seductively to both warm it up and get it wet, before sliding it along the length of Emi's pussy. "She says she doesn't like the cock, but this always gets her going," she teased. That earned her a playful slap on the ass from Emi, who didn't break her ministrations on Karen's own pussy. The goth girl shivered as Emi thrust her tongue deeper, and responded by slowly slipping the dildo inside Emi. The little Japanese girl cried out, muffled by Karen's pussy and thighs, but ecstatic nevertheless. Dan found his dick twitching, feeling that familiar surge as he was almost overwhelmed. He'd never been in a situation remotely like this; ignoring the night with the succubus, even if it was some strange dream – the weight of that little vial of demon's milk in his pocket, now thrown on the floor, said otherwise – his most adventurous sexual encounter was probably a hurried blowjob in a storage closet. It hardly compared to being inches away from two gorgeous girls doing everything they could to make each other come, while he struggled to contain his own oncoming orgasm. Then Karen caught his eye and winked, licking her lips and nodding gently, forming her mouth into a meaningful 'O'. Danny froze, hand on cock, wondering if she meant what he hoped she meant, but then she rolled her eyes and mouthed 'fuck me' exaggeratedly. She didn't have to ask twice, Dan almost fell over stepping forwards and thrusting the head of his shaft between her waiting lips. She let out a quiet mmf, as if trying not to alert Emi to her partial betrayal, and Dan had to suppress his own groans of pleasure. Just below his cock, the glass dildo was slipping in and out of Emi's pussy, sending the girl into trembling paroxysms, muffled cries of ecstasy coming from between Karen's thighs. Karen herself was feeling the effects of Emi's work, her eyelids fluttering, low grunts of pleasure rumbling in her throat, but she was working her tongue around Dan's head expertly. He started to thrust into her mouth and she opened her mouth wider to let him, and in moments he was following her instructions to the letter, fucking her throat with abandon. Abruptly she drew her head back, letting Dan's cock fall from her lips, and releasing an enormous scream as her orgasm hit. "God, yes!" she cried, digging her nails into Emi's thigh, thrusting the dildo harder than faster than before as she brought her girlfriend to the same heights. Emi's muffled moans suddenly became much louder as she gasped with pleasure, and for air. The two girls rolled apart and Danny backed away for a moment, cock bobbing, unsure what to do, briefly paralysed by the sight of the two beauties shivering and sweating on the bed as they came down. "Like what you saw?" Karen asked breathily, laying with her head hanging upside down off the edge of the bed. Dan was tempted to lower his cock back to her lips and resume fucking her throat, but a needling voice at the back of his mind reminded him that, pleasurable as this whole exercise had been so far, he still needed to achieve something more. "Oh, yes," he mumbled, staring at Karen's tattooed breasts as they rose and fell with every breath. "Want to see more?" Karen asked, reaching out to run a hand up the inside of his thigh, cupping his balls, "Or are you ready for something... else?" she said, giving a playful squeeze. "Karen!" Emi said, lifting herself up on her elbows. "Oh, come on, he's been good so far – and now that we've come, why can't he?" Karen asked, running her fingers up the length of his shaft. "Because... I'm not..." Emi said, but she seemed distracted by Karen's hand now as she started to wank Danny's cock more vigorously. "Don't you want to see what happens next?" Karen said, grinning deviously, knowing she was in control. Dan stood helpless, feeling his come start boiling up, and Emi sat speechless, watching things unfold. "Tell me, Daniel, what do you want to happen next?" That startled Dan out of his stupor, if only for a moment. "I..." he managed, but she wasn't letting up on his cock. "I'd think you might want to fuck me, or Emi, or both of us, but..." Karen laughed, slowly down the handjob, feeling his cock twitch dangerously, "I think we've been a bit too stimulating." "A bit," Dan admitted, glad for the moment of respite, but yearning now for her to finish – to come, any way he could. "Do you want to...?" Emi asked, trailing off, unable to say it. She was watching an enormous bead of precum drip from Dan's cock. "Come all over us?" Karen suggested helpfully. "Your faces," Dan blurted, earning a gasp from Emi and a chuckle from Karen. She looked at Emi. "I'm game, darling, are you?" she asked. The Japanese girl nodded hesitantly, still mesmerised. Karen was the first to slip off the bed and kneel on the floor beside it, crossing one arm under her breasts to lift them up and together as she took hold of Dan's cock again. When Emi didn't follow right away she rolled her eyes and laughed, grabbing her girlfriend by the ankle and playfully dragging her over. The Japanese girl slid off the bed nervously, kneeling besides Karen, her hands in her lap as if to provide a little modesty – far too late. "Come on, Emi," Karen said, leaning across to kiss her neck, with her free hand sliding around the girl's back to stroke her hip, "it's a little late to turn back into a wallflower." Jerking Dan off with one hand Karen turned up the heat on Emi, pulling her closer so that the two girls knelt side by side, thighs pressed together. The goth cupped Emi's breast and bit at her neck, causing Emi to moan softly. Soon the Japanese girl's hands were busy once more – one buried in her own lap, the other in Karen's; both girls shifting to meet Emi's thrusting fingers, already burning hot from their lovemaking on the bed. Dan was almost ready to explode, and Karen must have been able to feel it. Still distracting Emi with her roaming fingers and tongue she pulled him closer until his cock was just a few inches from Emi's face, Karen's hand a blur as she jerked him faster. "Oh god," Dan groaned, feeling the come surging up from his balls, "I'm going to –" Emi's eyes snapped open as she realised what was happening, but she didn't pull away, only flinching slightly as the first string of hot come splattered across her cheek. After a moment of hesitation she opened her mouth as a second shot hit her face, while a third landed partly on her waiting tongue and partly on her lips, dripping down onto her chin. A fourth and fifth shot followed, filling her mouth with the creamy white liquid. Karen laughed gleefully as she kept milking Dan's cock, redirecting his remaining spurts so that they splashed across the tattoo between her breasts. As Dan's knees sagged she brought his wilting dick to her breast, smearing the last of his come across her pierced nipple. Dan dropped down to the floor as soon as Karen let go over his hypersensitive cock, all the energy drained out of him. He'd never shot such a huge load before. When he'd suckled on the succubus' milk she had promised him more come, and more stamina, too. He wondered if that was as big as his load was going to get, or if he could look forward to more. Now, though, he was focused on the sight in front of him: two gorgeous girls covered in his come. Emi seemed to be in shock, her hands no longer moving but still pressed into her own pussy and her girlfriend's, but Karen was smiling happily, massaging Dan's cum into her breast before raising her fingers to lick them clean. "So, babe, spit or swallow?" she asked, and Dan wasn't sure if she was asking him or Emi. The Japanese girl's mouth was still open, his come almost spilling out over her lips. "Oh, just give it here, then," Karen said, laughing, and pulling Emi into a deep kiss. When their lips parted, his come stretched between them. "Wow," Dan muttered, blown away. "It's like you've never watched two girls snowball your come before, Daniel," she quipped, reaching over to give his soft dick a squeeze. He stiffened slightly already. "I can't believe we did that," Emi said, coming back out of her shell. She looked down at her the come that had dripped from her chin and onto her chest, collecting in her cleavage. "I've got to take a shower." "Mmm, don't waste it," Karen scolded, leaning over to run her tongue up Emi's sternum, licking up the line of come. She continued up the other girl's body, planting kisses on her neck and jaw before forming her tongue into a point and licking the come from Emi's cheek. "Okay, now you can go." Emi nodded distractedly, getting up and heading into her room's bathroom. Moments later the sound of the shower running filled the apartment. Karen watched her leave and waited until the water was on before spinning back to Dan, biting her lip seductively. "God, that girl can make me come, but sometimes I just want something inside me, you know? Fuck me before she comes back?" Dan blinked, feeling his cock surge back to life. A quick recovery was another benefit the succubus had promised him and Karen's request was enough to set him off. "I don't know, that was amazing but – won't Emi mind?" Karen waved a hand dismissively. "Even if she would, she doesn't have to know – trust me," she continued, getting up on her hands and knees and pointing her ass at Dan, "she takes forever in there, even when I'm not in there with her, fucking her up against the walls. Now get your cock over here and fuck me before I decide to use a dildo instead." Unable to resist the request a second time, Dan positioned himself behind Karen, grabbing her slender hip with one hand and guiding himself into her soaking wet pussy with the other. He was rewarded with a low moan from Karen and an intense heat engulfing his cock as he thrust into her. "God, yes, fuck me – do it, hard and fast," she ordered, grinding her ass into his pelvis and pushing him deeper inside her. He obliged, grabbing her by the hips and pushing her away as he drew out, only to slam back into her again. She was already so wet from Emi's fingers and tongue that he had no trouble working up to a steady rhythm, the sound of each thrust as his hips met her ass barely audible over the sound from the shower. "Yes!" Karen cried out, biting her lip, and reaching back to grab his thigh and hold him in place as she came suddenly, her nails digging into his skin. Knowing he'd pushed her over the edge again was almost enough to finish Dan off for a second time and he managed a few more thrusts, breaking Karen's hold, before coming himself. Karen gasped as he came inside her and slid forwards, his final spurts splashing onto her ass and lower back. Even though it was his second load of the day, it was still huge. Karen spun around with a hungry look in her eyes and lowered her mouth onto his dick once more, swirling her tongue around the head as it softened and sucking up the last of his come. Dan almost fainted from the rush as she tended to his sensitive cock and finally had to pry her from his crotch before it became too much. What he saw as she sat back, though, shocked him even more than the sex – and yet, it explained everything. The Succubus Ch. 02 When she lifted her lips from mine, my mind and body rebelled against each other. My limbs relaxed and pliable, my thoughts reeling and chaotic. Her hand stroked my cheek, and I leaned into it, but it was not my will which willed it. When she slid her fingers into my mouth, my mouth sucked but my mind retched. When her fingernails scraped down my chest, my back arched in pleasure even as pain pierced me. And where her hand dragged slow past my stomach and curled into my pubes, carefully tracing around my genitals, my cock thrilled. As my desire coiled into my belly and thighs, I felt a split in my brain. Some primal part danced awake, pulsing towards her hand, teasing like a cat on a fence teasing a dog. The other recoiled, knowing the inherent wrongness that filled the air. They pitted against each other, precarious, neither quite winning out in the balance of power, an ebb and flow from one to the other which she, my tormenter, controlled. As her hand moved from my cock, my desire pushed forward and she responded by slinking closer. As she threatened to close her fingers around me, my revulsion drew me away. And when I did, she would smile. Caught in the cycle, my cock was led helpless. Frustration built up in my balls, and thick heaviness sinking down, and hot lightness pressing up. Pre-cum began to drip on its own accord, the voice of a silent victim caught in the crossfire.She saw it before I felt it, and her eyes glittered in the dark, literally lighting her face, and I saw her for the first time. Her skin was neither light nor dark, or rather, was something like both. Her features were long, a beautiful sadism drawing her red lips to her cheeks. Her teeth were almost human, but came to points, as if her mouth were full of canines. She had no hair that I could see, but her bald head seemed natural. So her eyes gleamed, watching my cock drip like the first blood drawn from a little prey. She looked me straight in the eye, an eager grin splitter her face. Her fingers jerked towards my cock, stopping at a point of utter equilibrium, where neither my natural revulsion nor my natural desire could give way. There, the pressure build to unbearable, and the pre-cum started to flow from my hot cock head. "My, my, little boy. You sure look... tasty..." she gasped, a sharp tongue flicking her lips. I shuddered, both from want and from fear of what her meaning implied. Wary, I eyed her tongue clicking the points of her teeth, but I could still neither draw towards her nor pull away. I stayed trapped by indecision. But then she made the decision for me. She clawed her hand, her metallic nails glinting in the dark as they pointed towards my cock, and she closed. The tips bit points of a circle around my shaft, and my cry jolted pain and pleasure as she turned the tide for my desire to win the day. With her fingernails catching my cock, I thrust forward and back involuntarily, scraping lines along my shaft. Pain seared into my groin, but I couldn't stop. She held her fingers sadistically still as I, in my mad rush for fulfillment, thrust through them again and again. For all the pain, though, the pleasure was equal. But for all the pleasure, I found only frustration. Wetness spread over my cock. I wasn't sure if it was blood or pre-cum. It didn't matter to my addled mind. My thrusting continued furious, ever building but never reaching a point of release. She could sense that frustration, and her smile continued to smile, her eyes greedily watching the fluids soak out of my tip. Even in my red fervor, I could begin to see the outline of her breasts come into view, a subtle not-darkness which held firm tear drops beneath her chest. Her own breathing, I could see, was becoming erratic as well, her excitement building in tandem with my roiling frustration. Of a sudden, her hand changed shape. She released my cock from her cruel fingernails, and clasped the shaft with the skin of her palm. Meeting smooth pleasure at last, the pressure in my cock head built past those few degrees remaining to the point of no return. My mind swirled orgiastic around that small kernel of sense that remained, huddled in horror by the unnatural scene. Bit by bit, my hips found strength from where, I could not guess. I reached that fever point which lay just before all self and semen drained from time. Desperation clung to me like the sweat slicking my brow and hair. Just a bit more... just a bit more... Just... almost...! "STOP." came her command. And, beyond all laws of biology and sense, to my utter surprise, my thrusting stopped, caught against the invisible bonds which held me before. A moan escaped my lips. My release dialed back, degree by minute degree, until I was no longer in imminent danger of coming. When she saw that, the crease in my brow pleading with my quivering lips, she smiled. Always! Always she smiled! Pleasure, pain, frustration... all met with smiles! And her smile sunk into my belly with a thought. She was pleased. Without warning, she darted her face into my crotch. She fixed her pointed teeth on my shaft just below the head, closed her lips, and sucked. Pleasure wracked my bound body. I shook, quivered, did all but the impossible thrusting my hips wished. She stayed sucking for a minute, another, more... Time left my mind. All that was in me was the sensation of pleasurable fire swirling around my cock, mixed with the fear of her bite. But she did not bite. She released my cock head, now slick only with the spit of my torturer, and my hips were free to move again. At least, within the confines of her clawed fingers, opening and closing, opening and closing, never quite touching. With growing suspicion, then terror, I realized she was going to start over, from the very beginning. A low groan limped out of my lips, revealing my understanding and my despair. "What's the matter, my little boy... Don't you want me?" This said as she leaned near me, her breasts within six inches of my face, swaying slowly with her rhythmic trap. My eyes fixed on them like the pendulum at a hypnotist's office. As her hand opened, my mind tried to force out a futile, "No..." Even just a whimper. But just before the words could form in my throat, her fingers would close again, and I would say "Yes..." And she would smile. And I would know in my stomach she was pleased. Again and again she did this... "Yes... Yes... Yes...." And the she would close her fingernails around my shaft, and I would thrust again with abandon into searing pleasure, and then when I had built to tongue shattering desperation, she would clasp me in her soft palm until I built again, degree by degree, towards that point of no return, that point which she would not allow me to pass. And she would release me, lower her teeth to my cock head, gently clamp down, close her lips, and suck me into oblivion. "Insanity..." I laughed, "I'm... I'm insane. I must be. Or else I'm going there...." And I laghed again. And she smiled. And I knew that she was pleased. Again, yes, again, yes, again, pain, again, fire, again desperation, again denial, again oblivion, again, again, again, again. I lost count of the cycles. My voice was a gibbering mess. I was beyond even pleading. I couldn't talk, I couldn't groan. Syllables left my lips at random. My eyes could not see for the darkness, but if they could, they would see her cruel condescension, her mocking pity, "Poor boy... poor boy... Lets do something with that tongue of yours..." She then leaned her breast towards my lips, and I sucked, nibbled, bit my helplessness. She would stroke my head, as if she were my mother comforting me. But at the end of every cycle, she would draw away and the emptiness was greater than if she hadn't cradled me. And I would be lost again to her teeth, to her insatiable maw. But always in my stomach, the growing pleasure of knowing she, my tormenter, my comforter, was pleased. I do not know when she stopped. I had never once orgasmed. I was not of a mind which could care. I mumbled madness. My cock drooped dry. My balls ached from effort. My body convulsed and twitched electric. But, though my mind had left, my desire, Oh! My desire... it remained. The Succubus Ch. 02 "You're only just figuring it out?" Karen asked, flicking her tongue across her lips to catch a bead of come – her forked tongue. "You're not Karen, are you? You're the succubus," Dan said, glancing at the shower. Demon or not, she hadn't been lying when she said Emi could spend forever in there. Smiling wickedly, Karen's features began to change. Her characteristic black hair with the blonde streak began to bleach before his eyes, eventually settling on the acid pink he recognised from the night before. Karen's face became Maya's face: her eyes larger, her lips poutier, her skin impossibly flawless. The tattoos seemed to move beneath the demon's skin, blurring, and disappearing. Even her breasts swelled, her white skin shot through with blue veins – yet the nipple rings stayed, he couldn't help but notice. Finally, Maya's tail whipped out, curling around to tap Dan on the leg. "Not bad for an incubus-in-training," she laughed, her voice now that of the succubus, with just a hint of Karen's. "One fantasy claimed, six to go." "Are you – are you really Karen? Is she even real? What are you doing here?" Dan asked, overwhelmed. "Oh, there really is a Karen – and she really is the lovely Ms. Kurosawa's girlfriend. I decided to do a little research on the challenges you've set for yourself, and it was easy enough to slip in here incognito after the real Karen left for classes," Maya explained. "After I confirmed that Emi Kurosawa has little interest in men I decided to do you a favour. I didn't want you to be stopped at the first hurdle, after all – where would be the fun in that?" "But she..." Dan said, confused. "I, you know, on her..." "Oh, that," Maya said. "I told you about drymimancy, didn't I? Lapping on her gorgeous, hairless cunt I could read all sorts of things into Ms. Kurosawa – including the fact that while she may have changed allegiances, she still has certain fantasies it takes a hard cock – and a lot of come – to satisfy. I knew that under the right circumstances she'd be your willing cumrag. I just had to get her hot enough." Dan blinked, once again finding the vulgarities rolling off Maya's deft tongue distracting. "So, what, you're helping me now?" "My dear Daniel," Maya replied, "I was already helping you. You didn't even have to use my milk! Of course, my assistance does have its price, one that you've already paid. Another fuck, and you're one step closer to addiction." "Wait, you tricked me!" he complained. "Tricked you?" Maya asked. "You're trying to become an incubus, Daniel. If a little trickery is going to get in your way, maybe I should rethink my offer... we can end this right here, if you want. I'll even let her watch. Mmm, in fact, perhaps we can wait until the real Karen returns, and I can fuck you to death while you watch them drive each other to ecstasy over and over – three mortals for the price of one." "No, no, I'm still in," Dan said quickly, interrupting her train of thought before she got too carried away with it, and before he got too hard – again. "What happens now?" "Now?" Maya smiled wickedly, and her features shifted again as she leaned forwards and crawled on all fours towards Dan. "Now, I take my borrowed form and enjoy myself with a petit Japanese girl who really, really likes it in the ass," she whispered in Dan's ear, and when Maya pulled away, she wore Karen's face and body again. She winked and picked up the glass dildo still resting on the bed. Running a finger along its length, the dildo split fluidly into two, almost equally sized phalluses, and when she held the base of it to her crotch sinewy black straps crept outwards and locked around her hips. "So if you'll excuse me, Daniel, I have a wonderful girl to satisfy – and you have another fantasy to fulfil. Tick tock." With that she was gone, closing the bathroom door behind her, and leaving Dan spent, alone and more sexually satisfied than he could ever have believed.