12 comments/ 7379 views/ 25 favorites Malcubus Ch. 02: In the Garden By: Elecebra +++++Author's Note+++++ This chapter, Eric discovers that it's hard to get a good night's rest when you've just summoned a succubus. This is the continuation of an ongoing story (as the whole 'Chapter 2' title indicates), but I'm not writing War and Peace here - if you want to jump in at the deep end, go ahead. No special fetishes to watch out for this chapter. All characters are between the ages of 18 and 3 trillion, yada yada. ++++++++++++++++++++++ "Fuck me, Eric," Rosmerta whispered to me. Lying down, she filled the world above me. Her spread wings blotted out the light, and her scarlet hair fell like a curtain in either side of my face, cutting off the outside world, leaving only me and her. Even as her breasts hung down over me, brushing against my own chest, I couldn't look away from her eyes. Then she lowered herself onto my upright cock, and I couldn't help but shudder. "Sshh," she cut off my groan, stroking my cheek with snow-white fingers. "Relax, Eric. Give yourself to me." She started pumping her hips up and down, her vagina sliding over my dick like velvet. Her full weight was pressed against my groin, but her face seemed steady just above mine. She looked almost sad. "Rosie - " I mumbled, trying to reach up to embrace her. Her hands were on my wrists, though, pinning me to the bed. "Just relax," she whispered, hair brushing me, breasts swinging. My hips bucked against hers, but she controlled the rhythm, directing me like a cowgirl on a prize stallion. "Give yourself to me, Eric." The wet sounds of our sex filled our ears, her own pleasure lubricating our lovemaking. I groaned again as she shifted her weight, pressing my cock against the front of her pussy. "Cum for me," she urged. I was close. I could feel it boiling within me, I could feel her hands pinning my wrists and her legs pinning mine, but more than anything else, I could feel her. She was heating me up, burning me up from the balls outward, and I couldn't - "That's right, cum. Give yourself to me," she whispered, lips a few inches from mine. "Rosie, I - " This wasn't right. It felt good, it felt too good. I couldn't feel my legs. The wet slapping of our bodies together couldn't drown out the ringing in my ears. "Give it all to me!" she said huskily. I jerked beneath her helplessly, ridden, milked. Now my fingers were going numb, my hands. She was still pinning my arms down, but I couldn't feel her fingers on my wrists. "Rosie, please, this isn't - " "You're mine, Eric!" Fire. Fire burning out from my balls, burning up through my stomach, meeting the cold numbness in my limbs, leaving nothing behind. My vision was turning red, everything red as her curtain of hair, except those emerald eyes gazing into mine. "Mine!" I came inside her. "Mine!" I spasmed, burning, burning up into her. "Mine!" I tried to breathe, but my lungs were just fuel for the fire, the fire that was sex and love and her - I didn't jolt upright in bed quite like they do in the movies, but I certainly jerked and twisted as I awoke. Rosmerta was on top of me, crouched over my legs as my spurting dick plopped out of her mouth, and that hardly calmed me down. Nightmare? Wet dream? Reality? At the half-conscious moment of waiting, I could hardly tell the difference. "Ow!" she said as my knee clocked her in the jaw. Wriggling up against the headboard I made my way to genuine consciousness. It was just a dream, and there was nothing to be scared of. My heart was pumping, my lungs were breathing, and I could feel all my extremities. The orgasm had been real, though - even now my cock was still dribbling semen onto my belly. Rosie wiped her lips before rubbing her jaw tenderly. "Most guys," she said, "just say thank you." It had just been a dream, I told myself. There was no danger, no fire, no burning. There was a demon, though, and she'd just been sucking me off. "I - look, I - are you okay?" I stammered. "Well, not only did you kick me in my mouth, you didn't cum in it. So no." She didn't sound seriously upset, but my room as dark as death and I couldn't read her face. It was still the middle of the night. "Um. Sorry about that. I, uh..." My alarm clock read 0316. It had only been a few hours since I'd snuck Rosie home, cleaned up the summoning spell components in my room, and gone to sleep. "I was surprised, okay? I thought you said you'd meditate or something, hide until my dad left in the morning." "You started dreaming," she whispered. "About sex. I could smell it. I couldn't help myself." What could I say to that. "Ah." "Are you going to go back to sleep?" I remembered the burning sensation and some part of me shuddered. "Probably not. Shit, I'm lucky I don't have work tomorrow. Um, today, technically." "You see, even mortals have trouble understanding time," she said, the silhouette of her head nodding. "You can see why we don't bother with it. And you can sleep in after sunrise, right?" "You're on Earth now. Here, at 3am, people usually spend their time sleeping." "So boring, Eric. You're 19, you're meant to be bright and energetic at all hours of the day!" I reached over to my bedside table for the tissues, conscious of the cooling mess on my belly. "Well, I guess that makes two of us who are older than we look." "What are you doing?" she asked when I pulled the tissues out of the drawer. "Cleaning myself up." "And waste it?" Her voice sounded genuinely offended, and I sighed. I didn't really have the energy right now to deal with Rosie's advances, much less in a way she'd appreciate. But, then again... I probably wouldn't be getting much sleep tonight either way. Fuck it. "Alright, alright, I guess I'm awake. Let me get the light," I whispered, swinging my way out of bed. Rosie shifted to allow me up. "Couple of things: my dad and Cassie are asleep upstairs. Please keep quiet." "Well, I am both a graceful young woman and a demonic creature of the night. I think I can do quiet." Without light to see the twinkle in her eyes, I couldn't tell whether she was being sarcastic or not. "Second thing: I'm still waking up, okay? Can you please, uh, not jump on me and ravish me for a bit?" "I never make promises I can't keep," she said in a voice like velvet. Listening at the door for any sign of wakefulness from upstairs, I winced. "Rosie - " "Oh, relax, master," she said primly. "I'm insatiable, not uncontrollable." I paused at the light switch, hesitating. She was right behind me, sitting on the edge of my bed, and whether in human or demon form, she would be naked. She'd be waiting for me when I turned around, and she'd look just as alluring as she had in the dream. "Eric?" she whispered to me. "Everything alright?" "Fine," I said, still facing the switch. "Do you want to turn the light on?" "Um," I said. I wanted to. I wanted to turn around and see her, drink in her pale skin and perfect curves and hypnotic, transfixing eyes, and that was the problem. "I think... it was a big day for me yesterday, Rosmerta." "It's okay, Eric," she said softly. "It was amazing for me too. And strange, and new, and wonderful. I'm not offended that you're a little nervous, moving forward." I chewed my lip. "It - it's real, you know? You're here with me now, just how you were when I went to sleep, and I know that it really happened. I'm not going crazy, it really happened." "It really did. And it only gets better from here." I breathed in and out, hit the light, and turned to face at her. I was starting to think that no matter how many times I woke up with her touching my dick, just looking at Rosmerta would always knock my train of thought straight off its tracks. Kneeling on my bed, she was in her demonic form, tall and voluptuous, with hair like fire and skin like snow. She was so attractive - no, so damn sexy - it took you a moment to notice the bat-like ochre wings, the idly swishing tail, and the twisting horns. I was staring for half a minute before my thought returned. "Strange, new and wonderful?" "Mm?" "Last night. Doing, uh, having sex - " "Losing my virginity. Taking yours." "Uh, yeah. You sure didn't act like someone who's never had sex before - uh, in a good way, obviously." "Obviously. That's the wonderful thing about succubi, master - we know how to please mortals, and ourselves, from the moment we are spawned." Spawned. Right. Like frogs. "You'll have to tell me more about yourself at some point. Actually, there's about a thousand things I want to ask you about. I'm going to need to write a big list pretty soon." "I live to serve, master," she replied, "but I think you could make much better use of my presence for other things." "Speaking of which," I said, getting up from the desk, "I was having this dream... I mean, you already brought me off twice this evening, which was yesterday, technically. And I haven't had a wet dream in years, but now..." I gestured down at the jizz crusting on my belly. "I would be more surprised if you hadn't. Your first time wasn't exactly forgettable," she smirked. My dressing gown was at my desk, a few metres away from my bed. I started walking towards it with the vaguest intention of getting dressed, but in all likelihood I just wanted an excuse to approach where Rosie knelt. I was keeping my eyes straight down on the carpet beneath my feet, but her pale thigh and the spade-tip of her tail were still enough to slow me down as I passed her. Bad move, as Rosmerta was now well within my personal space. I don't know if they had perfume in the Umbra, but hers could have sold for a fortune up here. It made my head swim. It made me forget my tiredness, forget my parents upstairs, forget my own damned name. "Do you want something, master?" she asked sweetly. Silken fingers reached out to stroke my arm. My throat wasn't just dry, it had been paved over. "Ghk." Her hand stroked down my arm and held my hand; her eyes followed it down, and caught on my belly, still shiny with drying cum. "Ah," she said. "Do you need your demon to clean you up, master?" She rose off the bed in one smooth movement, then sunk to her knees beside me not a moment later. "You were a filthy tease to pull out like that, master. You can kick me and beat me all you want, but not letting me enjoy your finish?" Her tongue, pink, glistening, and inhumanly long, shot out like a whip to brush against my belly. "Mm. Cumming without your demon. Cumming outside your demon." Lick, and lick again. Her tongue started running up and down my stomach, bathing me clean, punctuated by swallows and a few teasing words. "You even let it cool." Lick, lick. "Left me with these little morsels..." She brought her head in and burrowed her tongue into my belly button, before withdrawing with a wet kiss of my tummy. "Aaah," she said, displaying her tongue - a good 10 inches of it - to me. "All gone." I staggered backwards and sat down on the bed with a thump. After all the orgasms I'd had lately, that display had my dick hurting. "For fuck's..." I lowered my voice, remembering my parents upstairs. "For fuck's sake, Rosie." "Well, yes, that's the point," she said, standing back up. "You're going to give me a heart attack at 20." "There are worse ways to go. It all depends on what exactly caused the heart attack." She nodded at my mostly-flaccid penis. "I've had my leftovers. Do I get a main course?" I was very tempted to have at it, to throw caution and pelvic injury to the wind and just let her fuck my brains out, but something in me held back. Perhaps it was the dream; more likely, it was the three orgasms I'd already had in the last twelve hours. "I... Later?" I grinned, trying to protect some of that machismo I'd read about. "Maybe soon, if you're good." "I don't know the meaning of the word." Her head turned towards the window, and her tail shivered excitedly. "It's still night-time, right?" "Last time I checked," I said sardonically. "Yes!" she chirped, jumping a little. That made her tits sway, and made me regret postponing the sex. "Let's go outside. You have no idea how wonderful it is to see the stars." As quickly as we could without waking the whole house, we got dressed. The spring nights were still fairly brisk, so I pulled my leather jacket on over a t-shirt and track pants. Rosie grunted disapprovingly when she saw that I was wearing underwear. "Sorry," I whispered as I rummaged through my drawers, "I really need to get you some proper clothes." "Don't worry about it." "Shit," I said, finding nothing clean and casual that would have a hope of fitting the succubus. "Maybe tomorrow I can steal you some of Cassie's stuff, but for the moment..." Even with my head in my wardrobe, the tone of her voice made it clear that Rosie was rolling her eyes at me. "I said don't worry about it. You've fed me very well lately, Eric; I can definitely handle an outfit." "What?" I asked, turning around. "Watch this," Rosie smirked. Her eyes screwed up in concentration, and then the shadows softened as my room was lit up by flickering firelight. I was half-braced for something weird, so I didn't panic and start yelling about how she was on fire. She wasn't, really; it was the coat that was ablaze. It appeared around her in a swirl of tiny orange flames as if the fire was creating it rather than consuming it, like watching a piece of paper burn in reverse. The sight only lasted a moment before the flames snuffed out, leaving Rosie clothed in a tightly-fastened blue trench coat. As incredible as the whole display had been, there was a large part of me that was sad she was now covered up. "Wow," I said imaginatively. "That was magic, right?" Rosie gave a gracious nod. "First time I've tried it up here," she said. "But after what you gave me tonight - last night, by now - I can sure as sin whip up a coat. A bit too much covering for my liking, though..." She fiddled with the front so that she was showing cleavage down to below her breasts, making it very clear that she was at least topless underneath. "Well?" she asked me. "Am I a good seamstress?" I rubbed my temple. "It's, uh, kind of hard to focus on the coat, over what's underneath it." She gave a little twirl, causing the hem to fly up. Her legs were bare all the way up her thigh, as far as I could see in that tantalizing instant. Less than a minute since I'd been ogling her exposed nipples and pussy, and I was already obsessing over every inch of skin. "I saw a lady wearing something similar at the library today," Rosie said. "Looks very much like base matter, doesn't it?" "Yeah, you could start a bootleg clothing line... It's not 'base matter'? Not real?" "Nope. Why, just a little spot of magic, and you can't tell that I'm completely... stark... naked... right in front of you," she smiled, stepping closer to me with each pause. I kept my focus heroically. "So you couldn't start a bootleg clothing line." She shook her head. "Maybe you should bind a demon of Avarice next time." I cupped her tight ass through the coat, squeezing affectionately. The cloth sure felt real, but I wasn't really paying that much attention to the cloth. "Pretty sure I'm not trading you in any time soon." She pushed her buttock back against my hand, running a finger up and down my sternum. "Sweet. Squeeze harder." I did so and she breathed out warmly against my chin. "Sweeter." Then she was pulling away, dancing across my room towards the door. "Come on!" she whispered forcefully. "You sure you don't want to, uh, cast 'Pants'? It's cold." "And I'm hot," she said simply. "I could make some pantyhose if you really wanted me too..." "Those, um, that's underwear. Not actual clothing." "Oh?" She raised a leg up and kept raising it, straight like a ballerina, until her toes were a few centimetres from my sternum. "Then actual clothes are highly overrated." We made it through the rattling back door and out of the house without waking anyone up. The early morning chill jolted me and I blinked at the sudden brightness of the moonlight. Rosie turned her face up to it, smiling blissfully. "Your feet will get wet," I whispered, pointing to where she stood in the dew-laden grass. "Let them," she sighed, raising her arms. She walked across our lawn like a windblown leaf, spinning with her arms out, looking up at the night sky. She looked like a child entranced. Staring at her, I probably looked much the same. After a minute, she turned and gestured to me. "Come on!" she mouthed, and then she was running. What could I do? I bolted after her. The neighbourhood was surprisingly bright for 3:30am. The moon was waxing towards full and uncovered by clouds, and even the stars seemed bright for their usual suburban selves. It was still a thrill to race along the darkened footpath, wet grass hissing underfoot, weaving around trees and letterboxes. "Rosie!" She turned the corner at the end of our lane, coattails flapping behind her like wings. I was behind her a few seconds later, breathing fast, heart racing. "Rosie?" There - in her dark clothes, she almost blended into the park ahead of me, but her pale hands were the same colour as the moonlight. I hurried after her, conscious of the dark houses on either side of the street. I was glad to reach the park, but that brought more worries. There were plenty of shadows by the playground and the copse of trees, plenty of places to hide. This was a safe neighbourhood, but Rosie was a teenage girl, a beautiful teenage girl running around half-dressed in the middle of the night. I glanced over my shoulder as I entered the park. There was nothing behind me but the sleeping street. I passed a couple of trees gingerly, looking into the shadows they cast. "Rosie?" I whispered, more softly than I needed to. My foot kicked something and I jumped - just a branch, just a fallen branch. Hands grabbed my shoulders from behind, and spun me around with great strength. Rosie's face glowed as she panted into mine. "It's beautiful," she said, beaming. "This whole world is beautiful." I swallowed and breathed, feeling foolish. "Are you sure it's safe to - " She leaned in and kissed me, parting her lips around mine. I stopped thinking for a moment as we embraced, her body folding into my hands, her mouth warm upon mine. She pulled back, her eyes reflecting starlight, and gave me a last, wet peck. "If you can handle me, Eric," she said, "you can handle anything else the night has to offer." That wasn't quite as reassuring as she'd meant it to be. An owl hooted as we walked through the park, towards the dark lines of homes on the other side. I had my arm around Rosie's shoulders, and she held tight to my hip. Despite our difference in height, she had no trouble keeping pace with me. She was warm against my side. I wondered where her body heat came from, and that had me wondering about other things as well. "You eat sex?" I asked, breaking the comfortable silence. "You said that you fed from sex, that you need it to survive." She looked up at me and nodded. "That's right." "What about regular food? Water?" "I can eat and drink, but it's unnecessary. Lust is what I need." She shifted her weight against me like a python. A sexy, sexy python. "Human lust. Human passion. Human sin." My stomach coiled a little. "So the actual orgasm is redundant, then? You don't actually eat semen, you eat its, uh, spiritual connotations?" "No and yes. The lust is what counts, not what happens with your meat physiology, but one follows from the other." Then she stuck out her tongue at me. "And you know very well I eat cum! But only because yours is delicious." We crossed a stream; more like a pond, really, where groundwater collects in a boggy depression. "How much lust do you need, exactly?" I asked. Malcubus Ch. 02: In the Garden "To survive? Not as much as you'd think. An orgasm or two a day, however perfunctory, will keep me ticking." I nodded slowly. "That's doable." Rosie reached up and pressed a finger against my lips. "But I WANT much more than that. The more Lust I can reap, the more power I'll have. And as my master, whatever power I have is at your command." Her other hand pinched my butt as she grinned at me. "You're gonna believe in magic, stud." Magic's existence certainly wasn't in doubt. Right now I was just wondering whether this was D&D magic, pleasant Tolkien magic, or something out of Evil Dead. Well, I'd already seen her cast one spell. "You're talking about stuff like the coat? Illusions?" She clucked her tongue. "Oh, that's just foreplay. I'm talking about helping you out more directly." Coming to a halt, she turned to embrace me closely, one hand on my hip. "But, again, tit for fat. This," and the hand slid inside the waistband of my pants, "for that." I swallowed heavily. Although I was hardening already at the feather-soft touch of her fingers, it was hard to forget that I'd already broken my record for most daily orgasms a few hours ago. "That sounds amazing, Rosie - " "It's gonna feel amazing." "- But I, uh..." Oh, for fuck's sake. I finally meet a girl who actually wants to sleep with me - enough to be giving me a gentle handjob in the middle of a park at 4am - and I was going to let her down. "I just don't know, uh, how much I can - I might not be able to, you know, do it as often as you like." Even in the chill air my face felt warm. Rosie didn't seem at all fazed, and simply leaned up to kiss my lips softly. "Don't worry, Eric," she said, and pressed just beneath the glans of my dick, making me sway against her. "There are ways and means. My venom certainly helped perk you up last night, didn't it?" "Nngh... yeah, I've been meaning to ask about - " "And I plan on giving you some more permanent aid, very soon, as soon as I've reaped enough Lust. I technically have enough now, but I want plenty of juice stocked up for tomorrow." She was working my track pants down a little now, and even standing in public I was hardly going to stop her. It was the middle of the night, we were shielded by trees and lit only by moonlight, and it was very hard to remember how nervous I should be when I was under her tender ministrations. She had properly freed my cock and blew on it teasingly. Trying not to let on how desperately horny I was getting, I focused on the conversation. "'Permanent aid', and all I have to do is - ohh - have sex with you?" Mouth half-open and tantalizingly close to the head of my dick, she nodded. "What's the catch?" I asked. My cock felt every word of her reply as a wash of hot air in the night's chill. It made following her words harder, among other things. "The catch, my dear master, is that variety is the spice of life. I don't want a bland, missionary, monogamous diet. I need kinks and fetishes, I need pain with my pleasure," she said with a tight squeeze of my dick. "I need dirty things, wrong things. And I can do them to you, you can do them to me... or I can help you do them to others." My balls ached at her words. "To others?" I asked, voice wobbling. "You mean..." "Well, there's not much point in me fucking other people, bound as I am," she said. "But I certainly wouldn't want you to... limit yourself." Something about this - was it the 10/10 demon, the public handjob, or the dick-hardening words she was speaking? - seemed too good to be true. "You know," I said, "if you were a regular woman, I'd be screaming 'it's a trap!' right now in my best Admiral Ackbar voice." "Well, you'll be meeting plenty of regular women in no time, Eric," she replied, squeezing my ballsack gently. "I'll help you every step of the way. And if that isn't a hearty meal, then damn me to Hell." With a last smile, white teeth shining in the moonlight, she leaned forward and took my cock into her mouth. I gave myself over to the pleasure of her blowjob, revelling in the feeling of her lips sliding down onto my shaft, her warm tongue embracing my cockhead like an old friend. This was how she'd woken me up. I wasn't getting sick of it any time soon. My many preceding orgasms notwithstanding, it was only a few minutes before my orgasm approached. Rosmerta had managed to wrap her inhuman tongue entirely around the girth of my shaft and was using a potent combination of suction, saliva and stroking fingers to guide me down the slope to climax. My heavy breathing turned into a quiet groan, then a slightly less quiet groan, then a loud, confused "Gk-gugh?" when she pulled back just before the cliff's edge. I staggered, knees weak, as she shot back up to her feet and stepped back a few paces, expression dry. "Ow!" I grunted, then when my dick got the message that it wasn't cumming just yet, I looked up at her. "Um, what the hell? I thought you wanted sex?" "I want sin," she said calmly. "I'll get more Lust - and you'll get more pleasure - if you follow my lead tonight." Although I wasn't entirely sure why, I felt ashamed. "I thought I was." A ghost of sympathy passed over her face. "Trust me, Eric. Without venom, you've only got one more orgasm in you tonight. Let me make it memorable." Little Eric was mutinous about it, but I nodded. "Okay. Okay." Rosmerta spread her arms. "Walk with me again?" We had to wait a few seconds while my cock softened, and I shook some of Rosie's saliva off it before tucking it back in my pants. She told me that this was why it would be easier if I didn't wear clothes. You know, it's Biblically a demon's fault that mankind has a nudity taboo, but I decided not to mention this to her for reasons of diplomacy. With her arm around my waist and her warm body folded against my side, we resumed our walk. A possum scurried across the path in front of us and Rosie pointed in excitement. Like this, it was easy to forget my moment of sexual frustration. Like this, it was easy to forget she wasn't human at all. "- and I guess I haven't really gotten out much ever since, except when Warren drags me out to some club. We used to be in the same kind of boat, but he really found himself, I guess, towards the end of high school. Gym, muscles, a fast car, and he's always found it easier to do in general - to talk to girls." Out of the park, we were whispering again as we walked down another suburban street. It had been a fair walk, almost a kilometre from my house. Chatting with Rosmerta, it had gone by in a blink. "You seem to be doing just fine with me," she replied, squeezing my side. "Well, it helps to, uh, have..." "To have fucked me senseless? To be the master in the relationship? To know that I want you even more than you want me?" "Uhm. Any. All." Even with her right there on my arm, this sometimes felt like a dream. "I'm, uh, not sure about that last one though." It was impossible to tell in the early morning darkness, but I like to think she blushed a little. "And you say you can't talk to girls." I kissed her again, then. It was different to when she was in demon form. Then, she was almost my height; now I had to bend down while she pressed up into me, her body curving under mine. Our noses bumped as we changed sides, and she giggled into my mouth. Her tongue jerked around, forcing me to take the lead by holding her head steady with my hands. She hummed in appreciation and melted into me, our tongues dancing as I ran my fingers through her silky auburn hair. She tasted like peaches and rainwater. Our lips, slick with saliva, broke apart a while later. I'd forgotten about the morning chill; I'd forgotten we were even outside. I hadn't felt this good in a long time. "You're really here to stay, aren't you?" I asked. "This isn't some schizophrenic episode I'm having. You're going to stay with me?" "As long as you'll have me," she whispered. "As long as your dick's between your legs." "Well, now you're objectifying me." "Hey, I'm your sex object," she said with a raised eyebrow. "Turnabout is fair play." I cleared my throat. "You're, uh, more than a sex object to me, Rosie." She kissed me again. "You're sweet, Eric, but with me you don't need to be. Maybe you shouldn't be." My stomach was doing all sorts of gymnastics, and I wasn't sure what any of these feelings were. "Is that you telling me to back off?" Her brow crinkled. "What? No, silly." She leaned in and kissed me hard then, and took my lower lip between hers and sucked on it for a moment. "Fire and brimstone, Eric," she hissed after breaking away, "I mean you shouldn't be giving too many compliments to a girl you've known for barely more than a day." "Right," I said once my head stopped spinning. "I... you're easier to understand than regular girls, Rosie, but I'm still trying hard to keep up." "I'm not surprised, master," she said with a smile. "Mortal women are more fiendish liars than demons, because women do not usually mean to be deceptive." I answered only with a rough grunt, and pressed against me like this Rosie could figure out the reason pretty easily. Her fingers touched my hard cock again, through my pants this time. "Nice and horny?" "You have no idea." "After I left you so unsatisfied earlier..." She pulled her fingers away and began walking down the footpath again, pulling me along by the hand. A housecat moaned somewhere in the neighbourhood around us. "What a naughty demon I am." "See? You're not just a sex object," I said, trying to be casual. "Well, you could have used me as one," she said, looking back at me with moonlight shining in her eyes. "If you'd thrown me down and raped me right there in the park, I would have come so fucking hard." Hand in hand, we walked on for a little longer. We walked until I recognized the street. "You know," I cleared my throat, "it's pretty cold out here, and we've walked a fair distance. We should probably think about heading back." "You know all you have to do is ask and I'll warm you right up..." Rosie trailed off as she caught my eyes. "You're distracted. What's wrong?" "Nothing." "Master, I'm not about to lie to you, so play fair." I whistled air out from between my cheeks and nodded across the road. Rosie turned and looked. Clouds scudded across the stars. Trees bent over the road. A possum slicked along the gutter of one of the darkened houses. "I don't see it," she said. "Number 68," I said. "Low brick fence." We walked up the empty road towards the house. It was just another house, another slice of suburban life, its residents soundly asleep in their beds. Red bricks, paint fading on the windowsills, a lawn in need of mowing. Normal. Rosie told me so. "No, it's not just another house. It's my... my friend's house. Her name's Moira." "A girl," Rosie said. No jealousy in her tone, just curiosity. "Yeah. We used to be best friends back in school, when we were younger. I grew up climbing that tree on her lawn," I said, pointing. "She climbed trees with you?" "Hell no, she thought I was going to hurt myself." "Did you?" "Only sometimes." I paused by a parked car, one house down from Moira's place. Rosie stroked my side. "So what happened?" she asked. I shrugged. "I asked her out. She said yes." Rosie waited for a moment before sighing sarcastically. "Fire and brimstone, how horrible that must have been." "We didn't go out long. A month or so. We didn't even sleep together." "And Moira broke it off?" "She didn't feel a connection," I said, kicking at a clump of grass in front of me. "I don't know, she had a lot of reasons. Do we have to talk about this?" "Do you find this awkward to discuss?" "Rosie, I saw her every second day for most of my life, and then she cut me out of her life. Yeah, it's awkward." I scratched the back of my head. "And it would be even more awkward if she woke up, looked out the window, and saw me standing here spying on her house with a girl busting out of her coat." "So you did notice. I was worried I'd have to undo the belt as well." I admired her chest as it strained the illusory coat. "You're smaller like this - smaller than your demonic form, I mean. What size are your, uh - " "My tits?" she asked, stepping a little closer to me. "Yeah." "I have no idea, master," she whispered, sliding a hand around my hip. "Could you measure them for me?" Standing under the tree in front of Moira's house, the first calls of morning birdsong sounding around us, it was a stupid idea. But she was so close, her chest so inviting... And she was Rosie. My cold hands moved under the coat, and were warmed by her pale skin. "You're like fire," I whispered into her ear before kissing it. "Then make me burn," she replied, moving her lips to mine. Worries about being seen and thoughts of Moira faded from my mind as I kneaded Rosie's soft flesh. I kissed my way down her throat and onto her breasts as she unbuttoned her coat, exposing hard pink nipples to the chill. Her hands stroked through my air as I tasted her tits. Her demonic breasts had been pendulous teardrops, the 'melons' of idiom. These human titties were smaller but firmer, perfectly sized to fit in my hands, pliant but perfectly shaped. Sucking on one rigid nipple, Rosie moaned and tensed her fingers in my hair. "Bite it," she ordered, and I complied, gently nipping her bud. "Harder!" I squeezed my teeth tighter for a moment, then returned to sucking as she pressed me to her with a groan that travelled down to me through her chest. Her nipple spasmed between my lips, and then warm fluid was squirting into my mouth. I pulled back instinctively, grunting in surprise, but Rosie's hands were like iron manacles shackling me to her chest. The liquid was warm like her fiery body, slightly sweet, leaving a buttery aftertaste in my mouth. After a moment to acclimatize, I kept sucking. Pulling back, I wiped my mouth and looked up at her face from the valley of her tits. "You lactate?" Rosie's face was silhouetted against the moonlit sky, so I couldn't see, but I think I actually heard her blush. "Is that... okay?" "It's..." I worked my jaw for a moment. Now that I'd stopped suckling, it felt like something was missing. I wanted more. "It's actually pretty good." I went back to her breast, kissing around the nipple and squeezing her body before suckling again. This time she moaned softly in pleasure as I teased out a little more milk, and I felt wetness against my fingers as I pinched her other nipple. Holy shit, this girl was a walking hentai comic. Her fluid only tasted better the longer I sucked, but the flow dried up long before I wanted to stop enjoying her breasts. Reluctantly I pulled my head back, giving her nipples a last, loving suck each before kissing up her cleavage to her neck. "I hope this doesn't turn into some weird Freudian thing," I whispered into her ear. Rosie kissed me by way of answer, tasting the remnants of her milk in my mouth. She hummed into me, rubbing her hips gently against mine. Multiple wet dreams or not, I was rock hard now. She pulled away and nodded towards Moira's house. "You still want to run away?" "It wouldn't be running..." I blinked at the dark windows, wondering if I was imagining a flicker of movement. "Look, we're in public. There are better places to... continue, surely." Rosie looked between my face and Moira's house a few times, before seeming to make up her mind. "Actually," she said with a widening grin, "this is the perfect place." "Sorry?" "Taboos, reluctant exhibitionism, childhood crushes... that all adds up to more Lust for me," she growled, peeling away. In the space of a breath she'd walked up the footpath, into the Cullens' open driveway, and onto Moira's lawn. What could I do? I followed her. I stepped lightly on the carefully-manicured lawn, but still winced with every footstep. Rosie flitted from one foot to another like a living shadow, making me seem even louder and clumsier. Moira's house, a two-storey wooden Queenslander, glared down at us. I caught up with my succubus on the side porch, where she peered inquisitively into the curtained windows. My throat tightened and my stomach twisted. That was my ex-girlfriend's room behind those windows, or at least it had been back when I had still visited. "Rosie!" I whispered, barely above breathing volume. "What are you doing?" "Exploring." She traced a finger along the porch table, collecting dew. "You used to come here in high school?" "I had my first kiss sitting on that table," I hissed, grabbing her arm. "Come on, she's sleeping right on the other side of that wall!" "Moira is?" I nodded. "Excellent," Rosie purred. She opened her coat as she stepped purposefully towards me, confirming (as if there was any doubt) that she hadn't conjured any underwear beneath it. Fleeing might have been a good idea, but her hands were on my waist and her lips rising towards mine before I could do anything sensible whatsoever. "What are you doing?" I managed to ask. "You." Her tongue was in my mouth, her hands were all over me, her scent was powerful in the wet morning air, and I was trespassing just outside my childhood friend's bedroom. That last fact should have been more important than all the others, but it didn't make my cock any softer. In fact it was only fuelling the desperate ache in my balls, the longing caused by the feeling of Rosie in my hands, the animal need to be inside her right now. I moaned helplessly into her mouth, grabbing her tits with one hand and her ass with the other. Thoughts of shame and consequences were being pushed out of my head; there was no room left for them with all this lust. When I yanked Rosie's hips roughly to mine she ground against me in appreciation, nipping my tongue gently with her teeth as she did so. "That's what I'm talking about," she whispered into my open, panting mouth. No lights had come on. Nobody had shouted or tumbled noisily out of bed. Hell, the birds were singing louder than any noise we were making. Rosie writhed her pelvis against my cock, and there was no more room for fear any more. It was an amazing feeling, her bare and sopping wet pussy rubbing against the outside of my ramrod-straight cock, and all the more frustrating for it. I needed her so badly. I needed to be inside her. But she was too short for me in her human form, there was no way to enter her standing up and kissing like this. She was clearly just as frustrated, because she forced herself to pull out of the kiss after only a few regretful moans. "Not here," she said, her whisper thick with desire. "Porch'll creak." I'm glad she was paying some attention to that sort of stuff; by that point I wasn't. Waiting any longer than the shortest possible amount of time was unthinkable. "The lawn," I ordered. We half-stepped, half-fell off the porch, tumbling down onto the dew-covered grass beside it. This would be out of hearing range of Moira's room, right? My shoulder whined as I hit the ground, but its voice was well and truly drowned out by Rosie's garbled whisper. "Need you..." I wound up on top, watching her pale form wriggle on the grass. She was stunning. I lined myself up and slid my cock into her waiting pussy. "Mmmfgh!" she moaned at my entrance, biting her hand to muffle her cry. I didn't have that kind of foresight and my rough gasp was far too loud for comfort. That didn't matter a bit; I was inside her, feeling her tight walls gripping me like a squeezing fist, seeing her quiver as I thrust in and out. At first she reached up to rub my arms and caress my face, but soon she was grabbing her own tits and squeezing frantically, her eyes rolling back in her head. I covered her mouth with one hand and stifled her cries as I fucked her wet hole. Malcubus Ch. 02: In the Garden Rosmerta was impossibly sexy, so sexy that she presented a conundrum. How do you focus on the physical motions of sex when the girl below you is the most beautiful thing you've ever seen, heard or felt? Maybe that's hyperbole, but it was genuinely hard to keep up my rhythm when every cry, quiver and wriggle of her body beneath mine was a fucking work of art. When she finally came her pussy clamped down even tighter on my cock, warm liquid spraying into my pubic hair. She screamed into my hand, too loud, way too loud, and clawed at my arm as milk beaded atop her nipples. It was an incredible sight. I must have had incredible focus, because I kept fucking her. After a minute of thrusting, Rosie had recovered sufficiently to take charge again. She still looked like a woman possessed, her eyes shining with mad hunger, but maybe that was just the grey light of predawn that illuminated her. She was coherent enough to stop her moaning when I removed my hand from her mouth, at least. My rhythm was slowing as she leaned up to kiss my neck. My own orgasm approached, and I was still sane enough to not want this to end. Rosie was whispering in my ear. "I'm going to do something," she said. "Trust me." I trusted her. I needed her. I lo- She rolled us over so she was on top, and the dew of the grass chilled the back of my neck. She was in control now, and I groaned pathetically as she sat up atop me and started to slide back. I thought she was getting off me. Instead, though, she slid backwards until she was on all fours, my cock straining against her pussy. It should have hurt, and maybe it did, but I was past caring. "Cum for me, Eric," she whispered as she started to raise herself up and down. "Give it to me. Don't think, just cum." Energy raced through my balls, my abs contracted, and I followed Rosie's command. My cock spasmed in her tight hole, she kept pumping herself up and down on me, and my whole groin felt so damn hot. The cum pouring out of me was like fire, moving into her, setting her pussy alight and leaving me even hotter... I forced my eyes open and my head up. Rosie was still riding me aggressively, her eyes closed in rapture, but that wasn't all. Her green runic tattoos were visible and they seemed to writhe and pulse beneath her skin. More importantly, her pussy was glowing. My orgasm didn't just feel like fire. As my cock spurted into her depths, her slit glowed as though magma flowed beneath it, and lines of red and orange firelight pulsed into my cock. I could feel them even as I saw them move, waves of heat and energy pulsing out from Rosie's pussy, travelling through the veins of my cock, settling deep inside me. I could taste sulphur. This would have been a completely appropriate time to scream, but my loud, ragged moan was solely one of pleasure. I stopped cumming and Rosie stopped bouncing, leaning forward again and lying atop me. Before she cut off my view I saw the glowing firelight fade from our groins, felt the flaming energy dissipate in my balls. It burned away to embers inside me, leaving me changed. Reforged. Rosie gave a satisfied sigh from atop me and kissed my forehead. I realized that despite the chill, we were both soaked in sweat. "What... what the hell was that?" I panted. I'd forgotten to whisper, but it hardly mattered; I could hear thumps coming from the house, from Moira's bedroom. "Permanent aid," she whispered. I babbled senselessly for a second, and she had to silence me with a kiss. "Master," she said, "as nice as it is to rest with you inside me, you need sleep to adjust to the Shaping. And," she jerked her head back towards the house, "I'm pretty sure we just woke up your ex." "Holy shit," I swore, then: "fuck." There were lights on in the house, at ground level. Moira's room. The hallway. There were windows right above us, still mercifully dark, but we had run. And so run we did. I started falling asleep perhaps a third of the way back to my house. I don't fully remember most of the walk; a deep fatigue was spreading from my balls out through my whole body, fogging my mind and weighting my limbs. At first Rosie had to lead me, then I was leaning on her heavily, trusting that her demonic strength could support my weight. Birds sung around us as the sun clawed its way towards the horizon. I don't remember sneaking back into the house, only collapsing into my bed after a half-remembered walk, unable to think of anything but the need for sleep and the soporific weight in my groin. I do remember Rosie leaning over me, brushing my hair back and stroking my shoulder tenderly. "Just sleep now," she was whispering. "Everything's okay. I'll be here when you wake up." *** Her lips were just about to brush against Hugh Jackman's stubble when the screen door banged downstairs. She tried to hold onto the dream, to press herself against him and stay in his grasp forever, but she was already waked up. That always happened just when things were about to get good. Cassie groaned into the darkness of her room and rolled over to check her clock. 5:57. That, plus the headache nibbling at her brainstem, made her groan again. She probably shouldn't have drunk quite as much last night, but that was what girl's nights were for. Eric, or whoever was banging around in his room downstairs, had no such excuse for his misbehaviour. Cassie ran a hand through her long, blonde locks and considered going back to sleep. It was tempting, but... she was awake now. While the memory of dream-Hugh was still clear enough in her mind, shouldn't she take advantage? Slowly, gently, she slipped a hand into her pyjamas and closed her eyes. *** "I'll do it," Moira said, "but I still don't understand anything. I still think this is just a really weird dream." Eric looked down at the ever-shifting sand beneath his feet. "Then I guess I'm really fucked, aren't I?" The classroom had broken apart completely now, consumed by the whirling sheets of sparking, shifting sand. They were standing at the centre of a quicksilver tornado. Even though this couldn't be real, even though none of this could possibly be happening, Moira felt afraid. "Eric?" The winds were reaching out to him now, tearing at his skin. His shirt tore away in a flurry of dream-dust. "Rosie! You need to get..." he yelled to her. He yelled something else, too, but she couldn't hear it over the roaring winds. Eric's hair was being stripped away, his gangly form vanishing beneath the gusts. Moira's stomach turned as if she was falling very fast, or perhaps ascending upwards - coming up from a great depth very fast. Eric was gone, the whole world was sparking and shifting, and everything around her was dissolving into sand. She turned back her head to scream - And, outside, someone else did too. Moira rolled upright in her bed, breathing fast. There was no Eric, no sand, no impossible mission. It really had just been a dream. That cry outside, though - that hadn't been a dream. She could hear people murmuring. Grey light tinged the curtains of her window, so it was almost daytime. They probably weren't burglars, then, but who else would be right outside her house while everyone was asleep? Who would be crying out as if in pain? It took her a couple of minutes to pull on a dressing gown, check that the front door was locked, and peek out the windows at the front lawn. By the time she got back into bed, she was halfway convinced that she'd imagined the whole thing. Her parents upstairs hadn't even stirred. It wasn't even 6 yet, so Moira still had hours until she had to wake up to go to work at the library. It was a good job for a bookworm like her, but it was still work, and sleep was preferable. She wriggled back under the covers and closed her eyes. Eric. Why had she been dreaming about him? And why now? She hadn't spoken to him in months. He wasn't exactly the kind of guy she'd normally have, um, 'private' dreams about, and this hadn't been one of those anyway. It had been really weird. Really, really weird. He'd wanted her to help him. She tried to push it out of her mind and get back to sleep. There was no point obsessing over it or psychoanalysing herself; after all, dreams fade into blurry memories after only a few minutes of waking. When Moira got up for work two hours later, she hadn't slept for another minute... and she still remembered every one of Eric's desperate words. *** Her Master is snoring within minutes of Rosmerta placing Him in His bed. The succubus looks down at Him, a little weary, but with a very satisfied smile on her face. It will take a few hours for her Shaping to take effect, but it is the first one she's ever performed on a mortal. When He wakes up, He will be one step closer to reaching His true potential. As much Lust as she's taken from their couplings thus far, the effort has taken something out of her. Taking the lotus position in the centre of His room, she watches His chest rise and fall, meditating while her energies realign. The rising sun slowly lights up her face as she smiles unconsciously. This is a beautiful world. He will become the perfect Master. Today will be a good day. At the very back of Eric's closet, just a few metres from the resting succubus, there's a cardboard box. It's been carelessly stuffed with all the ritual paraphernalia used in yesterday's summoning ritual. At the very top of the pile there's an aged parchment scroll in a plastic protective case. Right next to the scroll is a sheet of fax paper marked with cursive handwriting. Through the cardboard box's half-open lid the last few lines on the paper are technically visible, although no-one will see it for quite a while. The end of the page reads: "I hope you can do this. If you fail, or simply don't trust me, you lose nothing. If you succeed, however... perhaps we can be together again. I'll be watching you."