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Malcubus Ch. 04: Customer Service

By: Elecebra





+++++Author's Notes+++++

As always this story is very much about sex, but there's also a lot of plot alongside (and usually mingled amongst) the porn. No hard feelings if you're not looking for that.

!!!!Also, the end of this chapter contains MIND CONTROL (and, like most mind control stories, it crosses the lines of consent). Heads up. Again, no hard feelings if you don't like it, but... we're dealing with a succubus here. Things are going to get a lot weirder before Rosie is satisfied. 

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"Yomm."

"You're supposed to chew with your mouth closed."

"So good!"

I'd taken us to a mall near the city, mainly because I didn't want anyone from work seeing me out with Rosie. Not that I was ashamed to be seen with her or anything like that - Hugh Jackman would be flattered to have her on his arm, which was kind of the problem. Even in street-legal clothing she was drawing eyes from half the tables around us.

I picked at my noodles. "So you've never eaten food before?"

"Mmph." She raised a finger and answered after swallowing. "I've never possessed tastebuds before. Using flesh to taste flesh..."

I cut her off before she started talking about sex again. "So the food is good?"

"Oh yes, the food is good. Where's this from?"

"The Let's Wok joint, you saw me buy it... oh. Uh, China?"

"It's good. You should take me to China."

"I can't -" I felt a surreal laugh building and cut it off. "That costs a lot of money. You know what money is, right?"

"What's the world's oldest profession?" she answered.

"Right. Well, I don't have a lot of money, and I'm going to have a lot less if I have to move out of home these holidays."

My succubus kept eating with gusto; my financial worries seemed to have sailed straight between her currently-absent horns. I couldn't keep Rosie in my closet every night for much longer, but I could hardly present her to my family either. How much longer were we talking about, anyway? The summoning instructions hadn't exactly come with a user's manual. Lots of Latin script, jars of foul-smelling goop, and a sharpened athame that really, really looked like a human thighbone, but no manual. 

"Rosie," I said as diplomatically as possible, "now that you're here in the 'Fundament', what are your, uh, long-term plans?

"Depends what you mean by 'long term'. The rest of this week, I was just hoping to fuck you 'til your cum spills out my ears," she replied with a sweet smile.

Someone eating behind us choked on his food; that made two of us. Flushing red, I looked around us to make sure no kids were in earshot, before begging her to keep the sexy talk to a minimum in public.

Rosie looked hurt. "What, don't you want to fuck me 'til your cum spills -- "

I reached forward over the little table to cover her mouth with my hand. She got the message, but I left my fingers in front of her face for a second too long and she took one into her mouth, sucking happily.

"Gah!" I exclaimed, pulling back. "Come on, Rosie, please. I just wanted to know how long I have to hide you from my family."

She shrugged, ignoring the two teenage guys staring at us from a couple of tables over. "You'll have to tell them about me eventually, right?"

"It just depends on how long you'll be..." How much could I tell her? Surely she'd already figured out I wasn't some sort of genius sorcerer, but I'd been given that athame for a reason. The first rule on the top of my instructions: do not trust a demon. "It depends on how long you're going to be in the Fundament, doesn't it?"

She arched an eyebrow at me, pursing her lips. Damn it, those lips. "Well, you're not dying anytime soon, are you? Don't get me wrong, I'll choke you and whip you and ride you 'til you break -- "

"Gah!"

" -- whenever you ask me to, but I can't actually fuck you to death," she continued calmly. "And would never want to."

The guy behind us had finished his meal, but took an awfully long time putting his plate in the bin. Still, once he left there weren't really any witnesses in earshot. I wiped sweat from my forehead and tried to focus on Rosie. "You're saying that as long as I'm alive... you're summoned? You're stuck up here?"

She blinked. "You're the one who bound me -- with magic to rival Solomon, by the way. If you're having second thoughts..."

"No! No, I'm very... I'm very happy with, uh, with this," I stumbled. "I just... it's a lot to take in."

"Well, don't worry. It would take equally potent magic to banish me back to the Umbra -- the talisman of a sorcerer-king, or perhaps a saint."

The bone athame, and the warning that had come with it, flashed in my mind. I stopped talking before I said anything really incriminating, and we went back to our meals.

Okay, so maybe this summoning spell didn't have a time limit -- but I couldn't keep Rosie in my closet for the next month, year, fucking decade, holy fucking shit! I looked down at the table and tried to calm down. Focusing on the small stuff, the short term, the rest of the school holidays -- that was doable. Would Dad freak out about me moving out with no notice? Probably, but much less than if I introduced him to Rosie. "Hey Dad, this is my girlfriend Rosmerta. She's going to be living with me for the next forever, and you'll probably see her walking around naked a lot. Don't worry if the house starts smelling of sulphur."

I finished off my food without really tasting it, lost in thought. What would be really great is if I figured out a way to make money off Rosie, money enough to move out whenever I wanted. I mean, I summoned a demon. A demon! A demon that used sex magic to give me superhuman testicles. And if I had to spend the next year flipping burgers...

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Eating noodles from China," Rosie smiled, sucking one between her lips. Her foot rubbed along the inside of my thigh at the same time.

She'd been wearing strapped sandals. How do you undo two leather straps and start playing footsie while eating noodles casually? I don't know, because I'm not a succubus.

"Could you please put your foot down?"

"Why?" Rosie asked. She seemed genuinely confused.

"Because these tables don't have tablecloths, half a dozen guys were already sneaking glances at you before, and I'm - "

"Not comfortable with public attention," Rosie noted. Her toes were actually gripping my cock through my jeans like fingers. "We need to work on that."

"Work on - damn it," I pulled my chair back and stood up. "I'm done. Are you done?" I was turning beet red and tried to keep the conversation quiet.

"From what I was feeling down there, stud, you are a long way from done," she said, clearly no trying to keep quiet at all. "And yes, I've finished my noodles." She looked down at the empty box, licking her lips. "I had no idea eating could be this pleasurable."

Well, that might distract her. "Ice cream? They probably don't have ice cream down in you-know-where. Come on, I'll get you an ice cream."

I basically dragged her out of that section of the food court. She had her sandal back on the second she stood up, of course. Demonic shoe-lacing powers; if I can't figure out a way to make money off that, there's no hope for me.

"Pit take me, ice cream is amazing!"

We'd started walking through the mall's ground level, in the interests of keeping too many watchers from building up around us. Rosie was gorgeous, and she clearly didn't care about little social mores like volume control. Hell, she might not know what social mores were.

"Glad you like it," I said. "But eating normal food, it still doesn't keep you... uh..."

"Still need your cock, and that's even yummier. But this stuff still tastes so good!" She gave a little squeal of happiness and took another spoonful between her lips with relish. Trust Rosie to turn eating ice cream into softcore porn; I was very glad I hadn't gotten her a cone.

"You sure you don't want a taste?"

"No, I'm good."

"You have to try this!" she said, leaning in towards me, lips pursed.

"What - no," I pushed her back. PDA. Public displays of affection. Some people did them. Not people like me.

"You sure?" she said, licking her spoon like a lollipop. Even if her tongue did make that mint choc-chip look like divine ambrosia...

Shit, I was so horny. The mall was full of women, lots of them young, lots of them attractive. If it wasn't for the wet dream on my arm I'd be straight-up staring at a few passing girls, and that wasn't the only symptom of my lust. My dick was squeezed against the leg of my jeans, boldly refusing to lie down and surrender. Was that because of what Rosie did to my balls, or is that just what happened when you're walking around with a demonic supermodel trying to seduce you?

Probably both, come to think of it.

My indefatigable dick wasn't the only one that appreciated the female shoppers around us. I'd noticed her ogling the local fauna when we'd first arrived, and she kept doing so with a childlike shamelessness that was pretty hard to miss.

She binned the ice cream cup after licking its insides completely clean in an almost R-rated performance, and nodded at a gaggle of teenage mall rats. "See anything you like?"

They were out of earshot, thank goodness. "Uh... I guess? It's kind of hard to focus on girls that aren't you."

"So sweet," she whispered, kissing my shoulder gently. "But you're kind of hard. Surely you find some of the women around us sexy?"

"Please whisper when you're saying things like that," I grimaced, guiding us towards an empty area by an elevator. "You really don't get jealous if I look at other girls?"

"No room for Envy with all this Lust. I want you to look at other girls. I want you to fuck other girls, actually, but I can't help you do that if you don't tell me which ones you want to - "

I shushed her as a mother with a pram walked past. Just as I thought we were safe, the elevator doors opened behind us and a short young girl stepped past my shoulder. I barely had time to register this before Rosie said openly, "See, look at her tits! Don't you want to fuck a girl with huge titties like that?"

The girl looked back at us, gaping, then hurried off into the mall at a canter. Fuck, she couldn't have been older than...

I grabbed Rosie tightly by the wrist and practically dragged her into an old used-book store nearby, one almost devoid of people, and found the most secluded aisle in the place.

"Fucking hell, Rosie," I hissed when we were well and truly alone. "How old do you think that poor fucking girl was?"

The succubus shrugged. "15 years, perhaps a little younger. That's what made her tits so impressive, it usually takes a few more years before puberty -- "

Should I slap her or slap myself? Both? "15 is less than 18!"

Rosie turned her head on its side, looking at me sceptically. "I know about human taboos, Eric, but those big, fat titties looked plenty mature to me."

I was going to wind up in prison at this rate. "It's about law, not taboo. They're laws, and morals, and just basic common... you can't have sex with anyone under 18 years old, okay?"

She frowned. "But what if you really want to fuck them?"

"You still don't."

"What if they really want to fuck you too?"

"You. Still. Don't," I ground out.

"Okay," she said, nodding slowly. "Why not?"

I was going to grind my teeth down to stumps at this rate. Clearly Rosie was not ready to be taken out into the public world... fuck, I'd left her unsupervised at the library for a whole shift! What the hell was I doing? "Rosie," I said as calmly as possible, "you can't keep talking like this -- about sex, about human laws, about anything. You're attracting so much attention. Everyone we walked past was staring at you."

"They were staring at you, too," she said with a flick of her hair. "Tall guy like you, girl like me on his arm, smuggling a budgie under those jeans..." She leaned forward and cupped my groin with her hand. "I don't know why you'd be embarrassed."

I moved her hand away, but not before hardening to the point where the denim was getting painful. "Gagh! Don't you have an off switch?"

"We've got the aisle to ourselves," she said, putting her other hand on my butt.

"Again, gagh! Look, Rosie, I can't - I can't take you out like this if you're going to act so, so not normal. Can't you dial it down?"

"I coouuld... but you have to do something for me."

"What?" I tried on my commanding tone again. "I am your master. You will obey - "

"Oh, pish tosh," she shook her head. "I'm here to serve your best interests, Eric, not your every spoken word. Yes, you're in charge, you call the shots. But there's got to be give..." she pulled me towards her with deceptive strength, snaking her other hand under my shirt. "And take."

I groaned, more with pain from my trapped cock than genuine frustration. "Okay, fine. What do I have to do?"

"Before we leave here today, you have to - "

"Excuse me," said the cashier, appearing around the corner of the bookshelf. "Can I help you two with anything?" He didn't sound very helpful. He then got a good look at Rosie's face, legs and cleavage, and momentarily forgot what he was going to say.

"Don't worry, we're leaving," I said, dragging my succubus along behind me. I was like a horse pulling a carriage today. Although given the strength Rosie had occasionally displayed, I got the feeling this carriage could start pulling me any time it wanted. "We are being very loud in these secret conversations."

"Your voice is kind of piercing -- hey, don't pinch me, I can actually help with this."

"You can keep our conversations quiet? No offense, Rosie, but you've sucked at that so far."

"I do like sucking, but I was actually thinking... telepathy."

That got my attention. "Telepathy? Mind-reading, X-Men, psychic shit? You can do that?"

She smiled, putting a bit of mystery into the expression. "Maybe. Whether I can use telepathy or not, you couldn't hear it; you're definitely not psychic."

"Uh... if I can't hear your telepathy, then what's the point?"

"I'll tell you in a bit... but first, you have to buy me something pretty."

Rosmerta guided me not to some women's clothing store as I was expecting, but to a hole-in-the-wall shop at the ass end of the mall. It was one of those hippy-dippy dollar stores that sold crystals, dream-catchers and dragon statuettes that a 13-year old nerd would want on his bedside table. My succubus picked through knock-off Wiccan-chic while I watched.

"I would've thought you'd find this stuff tacky."

"It's cute!" she protested. "Adorable. Like a child's finger-paintings: the intent is what matters, not the crappy workmanship." That got her a sour look from the old woman on the counter.

Rosie finally held out a necklace to me, a simple leather cord supporting a coin-sized steel pentagram. "What do you think?"

"Kind of... masculine, don't you think?" It seemed a minor crime to obscure any of Rosie's neck or cleavage, at any rate.

"I should hope so; you're the one wearing it."

Picking my battles, I bought the stupid thing and we headed back to the shadow of the escalators. Nobody was around and it felt pretty safe, but I was still a little nervous when Rosie stepped close to me, unzipping her leather jacket to reveal creamy cleavage. She fastened the pentacle amulet around my neck and held it tightly in one hand. "This'll take something out of me," she said, "not as much as last night, but some Lust nonetheless."

"Like last night? You're Shaping me again?"

"Actually, I'm Shaping the amulet. I just need to connect it to you."

Before I could protest, she whipped a fingernail across the soft skin of my sternum, just above the neck of my t-shirt. It hurt less than a papercut, but a tiny droplet of blood clung to her nail and she daubed it on the amulet. For a moment, the steel pentacle felt sizzling hot against my skin. That was crazy enough, but something was happening to Rosie as well. Her tattoos, normally hidden in her human form, were resurfacing in lines of arcane green. They traced across her cleavage and seemed to move beneath her skin, forming a five-pointed star the same size as my amulet, right above her cleavage. When the heat faded from my breast, so the tattoos faded from hers. "There," Rosie smiled, "done."

I stood still for the whole process with admirable composure. "Ow and ow. So... I don't feel anything strange?"

"Aren't you meant to be a wizard, you dummy? Sex and magic... they're both all about connections between people."

That jibed with what I'd used for the summoning spell -- my blood, my saliva, my embarrassingly virginal semen. "You need a lock of my hair, or something?" 

Her hands were on my ass again. "This'll do," she murmured. Standing on the balls of her feet, she leaned up into a kiss. I could still taste the ice cream on her tongue, and she was right - it did taste pretty good.

By the time she pulled away, I was holding her as tightly as she was me, and I wasn't too worried about PDAs anymore. That required complex thought. A thought did pop up in my head, but it wasn't my own. {Testing, testing.}

I jumped a little, but it honestly felt just like you'd imagine from superhero comics, like a speech bubble popping up in my head. "Wow. You can talk to me like this?"

{As much as you like,} she sent, her lips closed in a teasing smile. {If you get sick of it, just take the amulet off... but I won't be annoying, promise. I'll just tell you how I can serve you, tell you how much I need to serve you, tell you how fucking much I want to suck your cock right...} "Now," she finished softly. Our groins were pressed together, and that wasn't entirely her doing.

"You said you needed lust to power this?" I asked, my voice hoarse.

{Yes, master.}

"Bathroom?"

{You're the boss, master.}

Half an hour later, I wasn't sure we'd made any progress on the whole 'discretion' front. Rosie had blown me first, preventing her from making too much noise, and I once again muffled her with my hand once I started fucking her over the toilet. That didn't do much when she really started screaming, and it didn't stop me falling into the stall door when I finally jizzed my brains out. She said she used magic to keep the noises from travelling too far from our stall, but I still got a standing ovation from half a dozen guys when we fled the scene - me hobbling like an invalid after that orgasm, Rosie prancing along beside me, accepting the applause with a few melodramatic bows. I took her on a lap of most of the mall before I got my breath back and felt sufficiently anonymous..

"Holy shit."

{Thanks, Eric; I'm almost charged back up again. Still can't wait for the next fuck, mind.}

I wondered how far away that would be. Two earth-shattering loads in the last two hours, and I was already horny again. This 'demons fiddling with your body chemistry' thing was actually kind of scary. How was I producing all this jizz? Where was I storing it? What effects would it have on -

"Eric!"

Oh god. "Hey, Caitlin."

A raven-haired girl plodded over to us from the newsagent where she'd been browsing, taking just long enough for the silence to feel uncomfortable. "Hey, Eric!" she said when she reached us. "It's been so long since I've seen you!"

"It has."

Caitlin was an old friend of Moira's, a pretty Asian girl; Filipino, Malaysian, whatever -- she'd lived here all her life. Although she'd wound up on the wrong side of chubby in the last few years, she was a really nice person and about the only friend of Moira's who got along with me. "Hey Eric!" she said warmly when she reached us. "Wow. It's been, like, forever."

"Too long."

"Yah! We haven't talked since-- uh, sorry."

"Moira's birthday." Two nights before we broke up. "It's okay, really. We all know what happened."


Malcubus Ch. 04: Customer Service



Rosie raised a hand into the air. "I don't, by the way."

Caitlin began to voice a greeting to her, then blinked upon seeing Rosie's face. "Um. Sorry, hi, I'm Caitlin." She was probably wondering what I was doing with a high school prom queen.

I stood dumbly as Rosie flashed a winning smile. "Hey Caitlin, I'm Rosie." She nudged me with an elbow. "Introductions are meant to be your job, you big goof."

"No, it's fine, it's nice to meet you," Caitlin said. "So how do you know Eric?"

I was on the sidelines from then on. As much as Caitlin had been initially happy to see me, Rosie guided the conversation while my friend stared into her eyes like a puppy. I was half-tuned out, reeling from how normal Rosie was acting. She hadn't grabbed my butt, made any double entendres or even ogled Caitlin's tits. She was actually acting like sex wasn't the foremost thing on her mind. She was also spinning an impressive story, all things considered -- she was a strictly mortal girl named Rosie Murdoch, recently moved here from a podunk country town to attend university after the holidays finished. The best part was how we'd met: church.

"Oh, that's... cool," Caitlin said. "Wait -- Moira's family is, like, way into that stuff, and they live right nearby."

Yes, that was an unfortunate 'coincidence.' "Yeah, we see her there sometimes."

Caitlin nodded in sympathy. "Awkward. I would just not go... Rosie, did you meet Moira there? She's my best friend, not just this guy's ex, so she's actually pretty cool..."

"Eric told me about her just yesterday," Rosie said smoothly. "I haven't met her properly yet, though." No, I thought -- she's just had a squirting orgasm right outside her bedroom.

"She's cool, and you're cool, but-- wait, you just moved here, where are you staying?"

They descended back into the conversational depths of feminine small talk, and I'd almost stopped listening when a thought bubble appeared in my brain. {She likes you,} Rosie sent, making me jump a little; the two were still talking animatedly. {No, not like I do, although she is more impressed by tall white guys than most. No, she just thinks you're sweet -- and smart. Goofy too, but she really did like being your friend back when you and Moira still hung out.}

If only this 'sending' power was two-directional. I settled for waggling my eyebrows noncommittally.

{Oh, I know she's not as hot as me, but don't let me go to your head. Shave off thirty pounds, give her a couple of lessons in hair care and make-up, Caitlin could have any man she wanted... and I could make her want someone sweet, smart, goofy - }

"Anyway, Elvira said she'd meet me at the Coffee Club at quarter to," Caitlin said, "and it's getting there, so..."

"Say no more," I nodded. "But it was good to see you, Caitlin."

"We really do need to catch up, though. And hey, you too Rosie! Eric -- I'll message you, yah? Meet up later in the holidays." Caitlin nodded to my 'friend from church'. "Really great to meet you, Rosie."

"It was really nice to meet you too!" Rosie said, and leaned in for a quick (and, astonishingly, platonic) hug. The Asian girl looked surprised but not upset at the contact. We waved our goodbyes and rejoined the flow of foot traffic. I waited until Caitlin was well out of earshot before speaking.

"What the hell was that?"

Rosie's face was pure, virginal innocence. "What was what?"

"That," I waved my hand. "Normality. Friendliness. Not trying to, I don't know, fondle her you-know-whats or something."

She gave a melodramatic gasp of offense. "Did I do something wrong?"

"I thought - " I waited until a couple of men passed us. One of them looked back at Rosie wistfully, but turned away when he saw I was watching. "I didn't know you could, you know, act."

Rosie giggled. "I can do a lot of things." {I feed on sex, master. With you I can be honest - well, most of the time - but I have to be able to court other mortals, and that takes acting and 'normality'.}

I frowned, trying to phrase a question that wouldn't make me sound like a crazy person to anyone overhearing us. "Ahem. So you, uh, liked Caitlin?"

"She's really nice. You should make an effort to be friends with people like that, Eric." {And no, I wasn't trying to 'court' her just then. Believe me, she wouldn't have walked away if I had been. I was just leaving the option open, for you or me, at a later date.}

"Is that what you're gonna do..."

"Just in general." {I don't disqualify anyone as an option, Eric. Plus, isn't this more 'discreet' than me shoving my tongue down your throat every chance I get?"

"Yeah, true," I replied. Man, this dual conversation thing would get exhausting. "So you might... make friends with other women?"

{If you're okay with it,} "sure!"

"I'm not - uh, what about other men?"

The old Rosie came back as she slipped her hand around my waist and hugged herself against me with an affectionate sigh. {No, dummy - I mean master. I can tell when you're being jealous, you know.}

I blushed. "It's just hard not to think of you as... as my girlfriend."

{Just think of me as yours," she sent before reaching up to try and kiss me. Walking as we were, she only got my chin. "No-one's gonna steal me away from you, stud." {Of course, if you want, I could always broaden your tastes a little. Let you see why I find your cock so tasty...}

"Eugh! No! Please do not do that!"

{Fine. But that still leaves half the planet for us. Master, you had better get to work.}

So I guess that left us in a relationship. A polygamous, predatory, almost-certainly-cosmically-Evil relationship, but a relationship nonetheless. Damn; I'd started to think it would never happen again. In return for my cooperation and regular donations of sperm to the Power of Lust, she was promising to twist my DNA like a kitten with a ball of yarn. Better, faster, stronger, and definitely hornier. Well, that was what Dad always said: every relationship has some give and take.

Already I was adding more questions to the ever-expanding List in my head, the long list of topics to interrogate Rosie about if she'd stop trying to have sex with me for fifteen straight minutes. What I really needed to do was get her back in a pentagram, bound so that I could speak with her face-to-face rather than body-to-body. Except I wasn't even sure if I understood my instructions well enough to do that... and I really liked that body-to-body interaction. It wasn't just the sex. For the first time in months, a girl was talking to me, caring for me, showering me with affection (even if her motives were less than virtuous). I'd forgotten how much I missed that. It was all a lot to deal with. Even if I wasn't so distracted, I mostly read ebooks, so I wouldn't ordinarily be in the bookstore... or approaching the cute purple-haired chick reorganizing the chick-lit section.

"I can't do this," I whispered.

{You can and you will.}

"I don't just go up to girls and talk to them," I told a shelf full of paperbacks. "I just don't."

{Before you met me you didn't get laid, either. Look, Eric, I know what I'm doing here. I was born an expert in this sort of thing, and I'll walk you through it.}

"I'm sweating. She'll see I'm sweaty."

{Oh, for sin's sake. Look, if you ask her for her number - you don't even need to get it, just ask her for it - I'll reward you. Memorably.}

I gulped. "That's not, uh, helping with the nerves." But I went.

The shopgirl was doing something with the shelf full of Twilight clones -- scanning their barcodes? Her body was nothing special (at least from what I could see through the uniform), but she didn't bear any of the facial piercings or obvious tattoos often associated with the purple-haired crowd, so that was a plus. And she was pretty cute. I couldn't do this.

{That line's not awful, say it. Just say it. Talk, you dickhead!}

I cleared my throat and spoke. "I've heard that same song twice now, and I've only been in here fifteen minutes."

Purple didn't recoil at my presence, or look around for someone else I might be talking to, or any of the other worst-case scenarios. She looked up in mild surprise, then nodded solemnly. "Too much music distracts the customers, so they play the same two dozen songs over and over. When we sold out of 50 Shades of Grey, we celebrated by hit the shuffle button a couple of times."

"No radio?"

She shook her head. "No radio. Wait until Christmas time. Do you think I could make a noose out of tinsel?"

Um. This wasn't going how I'd imagined at all. "Tinsel's, uh, only rated for elf weight. I think it would break under your, uh, under a human's..." I rubbed the back of my head. "That was dumb."

"Yeah. But I'm the one planning my suicide with a potential customer," she said. "I won't tell the manager if you don't."

{Tell her your name, jackass.}

"I'm Eric," I said, offering her my hand, extremely conscious of the sweat on my palms. "And you're... Amanda?"

"Tess," she said, taking my hand gamely. "Never trust a nametag. I don't even know whose uniform I'm even wearing."

Uh. Was she mocking me? Trying desperately to avoid giving me her real name?

{No, she's joking with you, Eric,} Rosie said in a tone of strained patience. {It's a good sign. Keep talking, keep things light, be confident, and whatever you do, don't mention elves killing themselves.}

"Right," I said. "How do I know you even work here?"

She waved the barcode scanner in her hand. "Although I suppose an imposter could have just grabbed this off the counter. Man, my story's just full of holes."

{That line! Say that one!} I didn't know thoughts could be yelled.

"I don't think you'd be standing in this part of the aisle if you weren't being paid to," I said, pointing at a book with a shirtless, muscular werewolf on the cover. "You don't seem that crazy."

"So I seem a little bit crazy?" Tessa/Amanda raised an eyebrow. 

"You, uh, did just try to scan my t-shirt with that thing," I noted.

"Sorry," she said breezily, "force of habit."

Rosie's running commentary was helpful, but also incredibly distracting. {When women fish for a compliment or assurance, don't give a straight answer. Reassurance is boring, but funny is sexy.}

"So," Tessmanda said, turning back to the clothes rack and whatever her job was. "Are you being paid to suffer here, Eric, or do you love reading about mysterious, supernatural hunks with hearts of gold?

"No, uh, not exactly. I've got this friend, she, uh, her birthday's coming up soon." Damn, I should have planned this out better ahead of time. "And she's really into supernatural stuff -- not this kind of thing, but non-fiction. Or, you know, as close as you can get with a book about magic."

"What if I'm a Wiccan? Are you marginalizing my faith?" I couldn't tell if she was being serious or not.

"Uh... if you are a Wiccan, why not proselytize to me? Show me the books on magic, try to convert me?"

The purple-haired girl waited a few moments before nodding, even as Rosie yelled in my head. {Not just business! Hint that you chose her, specifically!}

"Plus," I said, "you looked so lonely standing over here by yourself."

"I have the mysterious, supernatural hunks," Tessmanda said. "They keep me company."

"Would you keep me company while I, uh... I have no idea what I'm looking for."

"No duh," the girl shook her head, finally smiling. "What strain of magic-freak is your friend?"

Tessmanda turned out to be surprisingly easy to talk to. A couple of times I was stuck for words and had to just parrot was Rosie told me to say, and a couple of times I said something really dumb. But Tessa (?) just chuckled or raised an eyebrow, I never once mentioned the weather, and the conversation kept flowing. It was a while - ten minutes? - before I was standing at the till with my wallet out. I didn't blanch too hard at the price; the book looked a lot more helpful than any of the googling I'd done. 'Initiation into Hermetics and the Key to the True Kabbalah' looked batshit insane, but I recognized some of the diagrams inside from my summoning instructions.

"And now your break is over," I said grimly. "Back to the racks with you."

"'Racks' is such a gothic word," Tessa replied. "Appropriate to the book, I guess. Makes me think of guys in red robes burning witches."

By this point, I didn't need Rosie's command to not start talking about the historical reality of the Spanish Inquisition.

"Yours is a dark fate," I said instead. "You're here all day?"

"And for the next two days, ten-hour shifts," she said. "What a weekend."

"Well, at least you don't have be up at 4am for your morning shifts."

"Is this a 'who suffers most for minimum wage?' competition?" she asked.

{Don't sound self-pitying.}

"Oh, no, it's definitely you. You actually do know where every book is in here," I said, hoisting up my bagged purchase. "That's, like, homework."

"Almost," she said, still standing at the till. I didn't have anything else to say. I didn't have any excuse to be hanging around. I had my purchase and thus could go, except...

{Ask her, you dummy!}

"So, uh." Where should I put my hands? "Can I have your number?"

{Bravo.}

Tessa raised an eyebrow. She had a habit of doing that. "I don't know." Shit. "Won't your cauldron-stirring 'friend' mind?"

"Oh, no, she - " I shook my head. "She's just a friend. Definitely."

{I'm hurt. And I'd be a sexy witch, not one of the old haggy ones.}

Tessa looked me up and down sceptically. "Uh-huh. You weren't just cruising around the bookstore looking for girls to hit on, were you Eric?"

What did Rosie keep saying? If it gets awkward, just push forward with a joke. Confidence. "I, uh, was going to cruise around Home Depot, but the girls there are kind of stocky." Damn it, damn it, you fucking idiot. I couldn't believe I just said that.

Tessa blinked, her face expressionless. Then: "Alright," she shrugged. "Gimme your phone."

My hands were sweaty when I handed it over. When I took it back, I was worried it would drop out of my grasp.

"Call me," Tessa said, "or don't. Just don't drunk dial me at 2am, right? I need my beauty sleep."

{Repeat after me - }

"Don't get ahead of yourself," I said, forcing a casual grin. Again Tessa looked surprised. Then she picked up her barcode reader and started walking away from the counter. "See you round, Eric."

"See you round."

I walked out of Myers and turned a corner before clenching my fists and laughing. "Yes! Yes!"

Now I was the one attracting a glance, from an old lady passing by with her stroller. {Yeah, yeah, that's great, kid. Don't get cocky.}

The toy store next to me had an empty aisle where I could mumble to my schizophrenia undisturbed. "Haha! I did it."

{You did. Well, we did.}

"And she actually gave me her number! And she was cute!"

{I thought you'd been in a relationship before.}

"Oh, let me have my tri- our triumph. Seriously, thanks. That was actually pretty cool, how you helped there."

{This is what I do, master.}

"And you're sure you're not jealous?"

Rosie sent a laugh. {No, I'm a creature of pure Lust... well, more or less. Now, I promised you a reward, didn't I?}

My dick stirred in my jeans. "You did."

{I'm a floor below you, in K-mart, the women's section. Come find me.}

More public shenanigans? This really wasn't a good idea. She was going to get me arrested, maybe even put on a watch list. On the other hand, even Rosie's thoughts sounded seductive when she wanted them to. And she always wanted them to.

I took the escalator down and entered K-mart. Nobody in the women's wear section was clustered around taking photos of public nudity. In fact it seemed like business as usual down here, which reassured me. Maybe I could let Rosie go off on her own, just for ten minutes or so.

"Where are you?" I asked a mannequin.

{Change rooms.}

"What? No, Rosie, listen. If we keep doing it in public I'll get arrested and go to prison. You can't have sex with me if I'm in prison."

{That's where you're wrong,} she sent, then quickly: {Kidding. Don't worry so much, master.}

"You're not very reassuring!"

{Really, I won't fuck you here, promise. That's not your reward.}

"What is it?"

{Just come.}

Curiosity killed the cat, as they say. The cat must have been horny.

Needless to say, I wasn't really qualified to be in the change rooms of a store full of women's clothing, especially without any women's clothing in my hands. Too many hours wasted on stealth video games helped me duck and weave my way to the little hallway.

"Which stall?" I whispered, looking behind me for Cashier Guy.

{Last one on your right. Move quietly.}

Right, because tip-toeing down the corridor wouldn't look suspicious at all. I found the door and turned the knob quietly, peeking in. I managed to suppress my gasp then, too, so I should have gotten five stars for stealth all around.

Rosie was in here, alright, along with the handful of bags we'd picked up from around the mall. There was also a woman in a K-mart shopgirl's uniform. She looked Asian, but I couldn't see her face because the two of them were kissing.

Rosie's kissing clearly wasn't just impressive to me, because the woman was completely lost to the world. If Rosie hadn't been there to support her she probably would have collapsed to the ground in a puddle. As it was she sucked on my succubus' lips like they were the only thing keeping her alive, hands roaming over her body in ecstasy.

{See,} Rosie sent without breaking the kiss, {I told you I'd reward you.}

The Asian saleswoman's gentle moaning was audible in the corridor now; with little else to do, I slipped into the stall and locked the door behind me. No-one noticed. My dick tented my pants.

After a few more seconds of passionate kissing, Rosie backed away. She had to hold the woman's cheeks and basically force her off; she mewed in disappointment, sucking at the saliva left on her lips.

"Lucy," Rosie said softly, "do you want to take off your shirt?"

"Oh gaawd," 'Lucy' panted. "This is crazy. This is so wrong." Rosie's hands were under her unflattering top, massaging her chest. "I don't even like girls."

"Ssshh..." Rosie leant in again, and Lucy's actions belied her words. Their tongues entwined again as the woman shucked her uniform blouse. They broke apart so she could get it over her shoulders and let it fall to the floor; it was at that point that Lucy saw me out of the corner of her eye.

She jumped, her eyes widened, and she opened her mouth to squeal. Before a sound emerged, though, Rosie leaned her head forward and bit the woman on the curve of her exposed neck. A pale hand clamped over her lips at the same time, but it wasn't necessary; the squeal turned into a gentle sigh as Rosie bit down, and Lucy's eyes crossed.

I stood there for a good thirty seconds, stunned into inaction. After that Rosie released her neck, and I definitely didn't imagine the inch-long fangs in her mouth when she grinned at me. "I was wondering when she'd notice you."

I gulped. "This - who - "

"Eric, this is Lucy. Lucy, Eric." Rosie picked up Lucy's hand and waved it at me.

At first I'd thought she was in shock, but now the saleswoman looked more like she'd just slammed half a bottle of valium. She looked at me placidly, not making any attempt to struggle against Rosie, and didn't speak when the hand came away from her mouth.

"Lucy," Rosie instructed, "say hi."

"Hi," Lucy said dully.

I pushed my fists into my eyes. "Could... could you please tell me what's going on?"

"Short version? Here's your reward," Rosie said with a little bow.

"...I'm going to need a little more than that."

"Okay, long version, but keep it down; there's an occupied stall down the other end of the corridor." Rosie placed her hands on Lucy's shoulders. "Lucy, sweetie, take off your pants while the grown-ups talk."




Malcubus Ch. 04: Customer Service



The Asian woman didn't show any signs of surprise, revulsion, or fear on her face. She just reached down and started unbuttoning her uniform pants.

I could feel myself starting to hyperventilate. "Did you just - "

{I told you to keep it down, master,} Rosie sent inaudibly. She was still wearing that illusory, illegal-for-children's-eyes miniskirt, and her long, pale legs were almost as distracting as the drugged girl undressing next to them. {Lucy here was trying on clothes as well, and I asked her, woman to woman, what she thought of this skirt. Well, one thing led to another, and - }

"You seduced her? How?"

Rosie raised an eyebrow. {Please. Anyway, I wasn't going to hog her all to myself, not when I could reap my master's Lust too. A few more minutes and she'd have been horny enough to do anything I asked regardless, but you startled her and this was quicker.}

"What is... this?" I whispered, looking Lucy up and down. A bit shorter than average, she was a tea-skinned Chinese (Korean? I wasn't an ethnographer) saleswoman, probably not much older than me, with a bit of extra weight on her legs and ass. I could tell that because she was standing before me in just her underwear, the same way I could tell she was pretty flat-chested under her practical beige bra. Her heart-shaped face was blank.

{She's tripping balls!} Rosie sent, accompanying it with a slightly spacey giggle. {Seriously, you thought I was all bark and no bite?}

"You're... venomous?"

{You got one kind last night, didn't you? Lucy got another. No pesky thoughts or self-awareness, it's very Zen. Right now she couldn't decide what ice cream flavour she prefers, let alone scream or run away.} The succubus grinned at me like she was making a sales pitch.

So many questions; so many reasons to run away screaming. "You bit her?"

Rosie smiled wide, like a cat yawning, and those inch-long fangs finally retracted, becoming normal canines in the blink of an eye. {You taste better, don't worry.}

"Rosie, please, please tell me this isn't permanent!" I whispered forcefully.

She shook her head. {'Course not. Half an hour and she'll be right as rain -- well, okay, still pretty dopey for a few hours, but some mortals spend their whole lives like that! I will have to bite her again to wipe out her memories of this, though.} "And I know they're not your best feature, but Lucy: take off your bra and show Eric your titties, okay?"

I voiced a protest, but it wasn't as loud as it could have been. I was shamefully hard, and that didn't change when Lucy shrugged out of her bra to display her A-cups. Now wearing only white cotton panties, she raised her arms above her head at Rosie's direction and turned in a circle, displaying her body to me.

{Oh, stop looking so glum, master. She'll be fine, and she doesn't have to remember a thing.}

"Rosie, this is a crime. I'm not kidding, this is rape."

"Not yet," she said aloud. Her velvet voice alone made my cock press harder against my fly. "Lucy, go over there, take out Eric's cock, and start stroking it."

The bewitched girl took a couple of seconds to process the command before walking towards me, and I backed up towards the stall door. I mumbled something about morality while the rest of my brain noted that, having consorted with a bloody demon, I was kind of a bit past that. Still, I reached behind me for the lock.

Rosie was beside me in an instant, moving fast as a shadow. Her pale fingers clamped around my wrists like vices and pinned my arms above my head, against the door. Holy shit, she was doing it one-handed! Even straining instinctively, I couldn't move her a single millimetre. She leaned up and whispered in my ear as Lucy closed in on me.

"This is your reward, stud," Rosie hissed. "Say thank you."

Up close, I could see all of Lucy's imperfections: the mole on her shoulder, a couple of faint traces of acne on her jaw. I could also see her little breasts topped by fat brown nipples, and a strand of saliva still staining her cute face.

"I command you to let me go," I whispered as forcefully as I could.

"No dice there, master," Rosie said, her hot breath blowing across my cheek. I couldn't look at her; she was too close, too sexy, too scary. "This is for your own good."

Lucy reached out and unbuckled my belt. Her blank eyes gazed at my groin with single-minded focus.

"I could scream," I said.

"Trust me, whatever the truth..." Rosie licked my ear lasciviously. {You would not be considered the victim here.} Although it took her a couple of tries to find the dexterity, Lucy unzipped my jeans and began forcing them down over my knees.

{In fact, if you do manage to stop this I won't get the chance to bite her memories away.} Rosie had to send to the amulet because her lips were pressing against my cheek in repeated feather-light kisses. {Maybe she'll go to the police, maybe she won't - but she'd remember either way. If you trust me, she doesn't remember a thing. It's like it never happened. Nobody gets hurt.}

My jeans were down to my knees, and that was apparently good enough. I was completely trapped, and as much as I tried to panic I couldn't hide my arousal. My dick sprang upright and free with barely a pull on my boxers. Lucy didn't hesitate to wrap a delicate hand around its shaft. I groaned.

{Sshh, master,} Rosie sent, brushing a finger across my lips. {Nobody's getting hurt here. Just relax and enjoy it, before I need to nibble on your neck too.} Still pinning my hands above me, she looked over at Lucy. "So, Lucy: have you ever given a handjob before?"

After a moment's hesitation, the Asian saleswoman replied. Her voice was thick, distant, and completely toneless. "A few times, to my boyfriend and my ex."

"She has a boyfrie-"

{I said ssshh,} Rosie admonished. "Just two boyfriends, huh? How old are you, and how many men have you had sex with?"

"I'm 22," Lucy said, then hesitated a little before slurring, "I've had five... five boyfriends, but I've had sex with..." She was stroking quite slowly, torturously slowly in fact. My hips bucked a little against her hand. As slowly as she stroked, her counting skills were slower. "Thirteen."

Rosie whistled cheerily. {Not bad for such a young mortal -- it'll make her sin taste a bit overcooked, though.} I couldn't tell if she was kidding or not, but then I was just trying to focus on something other than the handjob. Maybe I could command this girl too? I cleared my throat and asked, "Lucy: do you like giving handjobs to strangers?"

Apparently it was hard to think about what she liked in her present state, because Lucy seemed to be chewing on her tongue rather than replying. "I... I don't..."

"Oh, we don't care," Rosie interrupted. "Lucy: do you like being fucked in the ass by strangers?"

If she replied, it was inaudible below my exclaimed protest. Rosie muffled me with one hand and giggled, resting her head on my shoulder for a moment. {Kidding! Kidding, master. The expression on your face, though.} A thought seemed to strike her, and she released my mouth with a raised eyebrow. {Although, if you actually do want to fuck her ass...}

"No! Please, Rosie, no!"

{Baby steps, then. I'm actually relieved; when you fuck your first asshole, I want it to be mine.} Then she asked Lucy when she'd lost her virginity.

What followed was the most surreal dirty talk I'd ever witnessed, even including that KKK-themed interracial porno Warren showed me one time. Stumbling over every second word, occasionally prodded along by Rosie, Lucy tonelessly recounted the details of her sexual history. All the while she stroked my rock-hard cock, staring at it as if she was directing her vague monotone towards it, while my succubus kissed and stroked my face, neck and shoulders. 

Some of Lucy's sexual history was fairly stereotypical, like losing her virginity to her second high school boyfriend and not enjoying it at all. Other parts were more surprising, like how she actually preferred masturbation to cunnilingus. How she'd cheated on every boyfriend since her third. How it didn't count as cheating unless the guy's cock went inside her vagina. How she'd had a threesome with two drunk college guys, and never saw either of them ever again. 

At a few points in the dirty talk, Rosie had the saleswoman increase the pace of her stroking and start fondling my balls. Finally my succubus ran out of questions and just rested her head against my shoulder.

{So, what do you think of Lucy here?} she sent, idly stroking the palms of my pinned hands with one finger.

She sure was giving me a handjob, I thought. I was hardly on the moral high ground, but... "I guess she's sort of, you know, a slut."

{Oh, she's a slut, a whore, a worthless fucking cumdumpster,} Rosie sent while grinning idly. {Better get used to the words if you wanna call me by them! Say, you need to come up with a proper pet name for me. I've already thought of 'smut slut' and 'cunny bunny.'}

She had to be kidding. "Look, I get it! Lucy's had lots of sex, this isn't anything she hasn't done before. Except it's still wrong," I insisted. I wasn't completely sure whom I was trying to convince.

Rosie was apparently surprised enough to switch back to her audible voice. "What? Ha, that wasn't my point at all. I thought it'd just be something hot to listen to." She looked down at my cock, still being stroked at a fairly rapid pace. "Yeah, I think you're definitely hard enough. Lucy: remember the best blowjob you've ever given. Really try and think about what you did."

I should have said something. I should have tried, one more time, to get free of the infernally strong girl. Instead I just watched as Lucy thought in slow, dopy cycles.

Rosie gave the next command, and there was no hesitation this time. The Asian woman kneeled on the change room carpet and took the head of my dick into her mouth.

A couple of blowjobs from Rosie and I'd been spoiled for life: that was my first thought. My elitism didn't last long, though. As mechanical and awkward as Lucy was, she still had my dick in her hot, wet mouth, and after the last hour I was so incredibly fucking horny. I jumped a little when she finally started sucking, which made Rosie giggle. The succubus leaned up; she couldn't reach my lips for a kiss without my cooperation, but her tongue stretched out to lick my mouth. {This is just a taste of what's to come, Eric. Lucy here is nothing. I can make every childhood crush you've ever had beg for your cock. I can fix you up so that you can bed supermodels.}

I squirmed under Lucy's ministrations. "You're going to Shape me more?"

{Oh yes,} Rosie sent with relish. Her tongue, stretching out from her mouth, started to probe between my lips. {It's all your choice of course, but I have so much power to offer you, Eric. The bond between our souls -- it's ancient magic, magic that has forged gods. It could give you a nice, big, fat cock to go with those new balls.} Her free hand, the one not pinning me down, curled around my body to squeeze my ass; her tongue was well and truly in my mouth now, and it had to be a foot long to reach so far. All the while, Lucy bobbed up and down on my cock. {Then some more muscles, strip away some of that puppy fat. I could tweak your pheromones so that women get wet just by smelling you. You could hypnotize them with the hottest eyes they've ever seen, drug them with your saliva. Or...} She slid her tongue gently out of my mouth, its inhuman length being sucked back between her lips, trailing a thick string of my saliva behind it. "Or we could do something creative," she whispered.

I moaned aloud. Maybe Lucy heard somewhere in her demon-drugged mind, because she sucked even more intensely for a couple of glorious moments.

"Just think," my succubus smiled, "without my first enhancement you'd have come already, before Lucy learns anything about sucking dick."

Below us, the saleswoman slurped away robotically.

I had to swallow a couple of times before I could speak properly. "You, uh, you really don't get jealous."

Rosie grinned devilishly. "Can I let go of your hands now, master?"

I nodded dumbly. She released me and knelt down on the carpet behind Lucy, resting her chin on the girl's gently bobbing shoulder. Pale hands snaked around to play with brown nipples. "Now, Lucy," my succubus said. "The first thing you've got to do is stop swallowing your saliva. A dick needs lubrication, so keep slurping, but please do it a bit more wetly. No, keep - that's right, Lucy, keep doing that. Now, Lucy: start pressing the underside of your tongue against his cock, so you can lick it while you suck. Okay, good. Now you need to start taking him deeper. When I press down on the back of your head, take a deep breath through your nose..."

Rosie was right: I was very lucky she'd enhanced my stamina.

Lucy wasn't able to comfortably swallow even my average dick completely, but Rosie didn't give her much choice. The woman sputtering and gagging over my cock as my succubus held her in place was, I'm sorry to say, one of the hottest non-Rosie things I'd ever seen. All the while Rosie was repeating commands, drilling technique into her befuddled brain, often guiding her with her hands. {This is nice,} she commented to me. {This instruction's going right into her subconscious, so she'll probably suck dick like a pro even after I wipe her. You always try to leave a slut a little better than how you find her.}

"Gnh," I replied. Lucy had just been pushed down for another deep-throat, and the coughing noises from the back of her throat were reverberating back and forth across the head of my cock.

{Great, isn't it?} Rosie sent, beaming up at me. now it's your turn to be the student.}

She could have threatened or blackmailed me into it if necessary. Hell, she could have physically forced me -- she certainly had the strength, even in her skinny, jailbait human form. None of that was necessary. When I started guiding Lucy's mouth up and down with my hands, it was my own choice. When I grabbed her by the hair to get a better grip, all Rosie had to do was cheer. By the time I was face-fucking her, thrusting in and out of her wildly as I held her skull, I'd forgotten about consent or morality. I just wanted to come.

{Dominance is sexy, isn't it? Would you enjoy using me like this, forcing me? Yeah, you would. Would you enjoy doing it to other women? Fuck, I sure would.}

No thoughts, no feelings other than animal Lust. Rosie was loving it; at the edge of my consciousness, I saw her fish my phone out of my jeans and take a few photos of Lucy and the face-fucking she received. Finally, the unbreakable wall between me and orgasm shattered, and I felt the spikes of pleasure begin to curve upward. I didn't need to tell Rosie. She was already whispering orders in Lucy's ear. Then she came around behind me and wrapped her arms around me, lifting me up like I was papier mâché, pulling me out of Lucy's surely-aching mouth. I growled -- I wanted to cum, I needed to cum - but Rosie had clamped her hand over my mouth. She was pinning my arms, her leg wrapped around mine, controlling all my movements.

With me a captive audience, Lucy sat up and followed orders: she started jerking me off with both hands at a furious pace, aided by the lubricant of our fluids. Rosie's hand directed my head, forcing me to watch as the tidal wave of pleasure towered over me and crashed down. My cock spasmed into Lucy's waiting lips. Within a few seconds her mouth was full; she hadn't been told to swallow or pull back, so she sat there choking and spluttering, spilling my cum down her chin and chest as I continued to spurt. At some point my cock stopped twitching and Rosie lowered me down to the floor.

When vision returned to me, I saw Lucy kneeling for a photo, mouth open wide as Rosie snapped a picture of her covered in my cum.

"That's great!" the succubus said. "Now, Lucy: use your fingers to scoop all the cum up and eat it, it's nutritious."

I watched Lucy clean herself for several minutes before I felt solid enough to try standing. As the orgasmic afterglow faded, guilt encroached.

"Holy shit, Rosie. That... that was fucked up."

{I know!} she beamed, presenting me with my jeans with a little bow. {I'm all full of sin and it's not even late afternoon! Fuck, I could almost give you another Shaping right now... but now, let's invest our Lust for later and get something reallyimpressive.}

"No, seriously, I... fuck." I turned away from Lucy. "I was into that. I was way too into that."

Rosie frowned. "Master, I -- "

"Just give me a minute, okay?"

I peeked out into the hall while Lucy finished cleaning and got dressed. We'd been here for three quarters of an hour. Surely someone had heard something. Surely I couldn't actually get away with this.

{Oh, don't worry about witnesses,} Rosie reassured me. {My ears are better than yours, and nobody used a stall adjacent to ours or reacted as if they'd heard anything. Nobody's in the whole area, actually; slow day for Greed. Or does clothes shopping fall under Pride, if it's all vanity?} She clucked her tongue.

Lucy was dressed again, and didn't look too much the worse for wear. Her hair and makeup were completely ruined, but there was nothing that could be done about that for the moment. Rosie gave her a few final orders before biting her once more on the neck; Lucy's eyes rolled back in their sockets.

{There. No more memories of the last hour. Her subconscious will fill in the blanks for the most part, and she'll be dopey for a few hours. She'll probably assume she fell asleep in the changing rooms.}

"She'll assume that? Really?"

{It's amazing what mortals can rationalize. Here, catch,} Rosie said, and tossed me something - Lucy's cotton panties, damp. {A memento of the first time you fucked a mortal mouth.}

We left Lucy alone in that sweat-scented changing room, staring blankly at the wall.



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Finally, another chapter done! This one has actually been written for quite a while, but I had to rewrite it carefully as I figure out more of where the overall story is headed. Also real life, yada yada.

If you made it to the end of this wordfest, thank you! That means I'm doing something halfway right. If you want to tell me what that is, or what I'm doing egregiously wrong, please comment. There's a lot of stuff coming Eric's way, and I want you guys to enjoy reading about it.

In any case, I can at least promise that the next chapter won't be so delayed. Jinx.

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