3 comments/ 16983 views/ 9 favorites Midnight Mingling By: Darknut Robert quietly filed books away. That was what he did and that's what he was good at. In fact, that's all that he was good at; a glorified sorting algorithm in a library no one really cared about. There was little praise and glory to be found hiding in untraveled corridors, witnessed by nothing more than the old dusty manuscripts and hardbound books which contained knowledge that ceased to be important mere days after it was transcribed. But Robert did not want for adventure. Enough adventure found its way to him through his friend Clair; an accomplished knight in the local regiment assigned to protect the town of Cassrich. They'd known each other since childhood and though they now had separate vocations, they liked to keep in contact with each other. Clair always had stories of tremendous valor to share and when they went to a bar together they were always keen on started a big barroom brawl much to the chagrin of local establishments. Quite frankly Robert didn't think he had the capacity to start a fight but each time Clair assured him that she would always play the part of the voice of reason. He found the idea laughable but hard to contest since he was so bad with liquor the times he did drink he ended up blacking out the entire evening. That was also a part of why he needed his job. Reportedly he'd caused enough significant damage to the Dancing Pixie to warrant a steep fine which gobbled up most of his money. Clair was always eager to buy him a drink but likely not for entirely altruistic reasons. It was around this time that he and Clair would find a local bar to crash but his miser of a boss Mr. Grant made him stay late to file more books. Unfortunately, a group of local scholars went on a sort of intellectual crusade, picking out any and every book for god knows what reason. Robert never trusted scholars, men who were paid to think. The sort of work they do cannot be measured so he felt it was likely that all of them were a bunch of louts that couldn't be arsed to do any sort of labor at all. Merely reflecting on his situation cause enough anger for him to slam a book back into place. Wincing, he gingerly removed the tome to find that he creased its bound leather coverings. No matter, he would blame the damage on the scholars. For intellectual men they certainly had a disdain for the printed word and did enough damage to keep him on the restoration job for weeks to come. The anger didn't stem from being forced to work late though admittedly it probably played a part, his outburst was the result of his inability to go out drinking. Perhaps, if he was lucky, he would see Clair as well. Especially tonight, he had planned to tell her how he felt. Well, thinking about planning to tell her. No, that's not right; he was considering thinking about planning to tell her. Oh who am I kidding? He thought. I've been trying to tell her how I feel for years, why would tonight be any different? Having again managed to depress himself, Robert stacked the books he was carrying on the floor and made his way to a nearby bench. Who was he kidding? There's no way she would go for a guy like him, sure they were good friends but that's all their depressingly platonic relationship amounted to. In the military there were probably a number of rough and tumble guys who could match her rambunctious nature. He didn't have enough faith in his own alleged drunken brawling to challenge anyone who crossed blades with brigands and monsters for a living. Being friends is enough at least. No sooner had he thought that than he become aware of a light coughing coming from somewhere in the darker recesses of the library. Robert tensed, there shouldn't be anyone else in here. Even Mr. Grant had gone home by exercising privileges of being the boss, giving unfavorable hours to his employees, namely him. With a smooth practiced motion he withdrew a small dagger from his pocket. Clair had given the simple yet elegant blade to him as she had a strange notion that everyone, no matter their station in life, should be armed. He'd practiced with it on several occasions, usually with her guidance as a token of thanks for her concern. He never thought he would need in the library but he kept it with him as a token of her concern for him, one of the precious few he had. Robert elected not to take the lantern sitting on the table, instead creeping along in the dark in order to get the drop on this mystery sound. He'd always had good night vision so the lack of an on hand lightsource wasn't debilitating. Preserving the element of surprise was more important. Easing his way down the hallway he could only barely make out where the darkness ended and the bookcases began but their shadowy outlines were enough to see where he was going. In an unusually well lit corner hunched a figure wrapped in a dark cloak, the exact color was difficult to make out but the difference was enough to separate the intruder from the shadows. Not giving his uninvited visitor another second to go on with its sinister lurking, Robert tackled it to the ground and readied his knife. "Son of a bitch!" The cloak screamed. He recognized the figure's protests, though he could hardly believe it. "Clair?" he ventured. "Damnit Robert, get off me!" She shoved the overzealous bookkeeper off her, pulling her hood down in an attempt to affirm her identity. Though her face was too dark to make out any of her features, Robert could recognize that voice and attitude anywhere. "Clair what are you doing sneaking around in the darkness inside the library? I have thought you'd gone and gotten plastered with the rest of the militia by now. I mean I appreciate you coming to see me but did you even come through the front door?" Robert looked up to find the moon peaking through a small open window. No sane person would think to enter through there but this wasn't terribly out of character for Clair. "Guess that's a no." "Just felt," she panted. "Like seeing you." "Well like I said the thought is nice, but how did you even get in?" Robert took her hand and pulled her upright. "I had some help." "Anyone I know?" "Nah." Leading her out of the darkness so they could have a proper conversation, Robert noticed that below Clair's tattered dark brown cloak she was completely naked. The approaching light of the nearby lantern highlighted the curves of her pale flesh only accentuated by the dark color of the covering. Though nothing especially embarrassing peaked out from the folds of the cloth, he was entirely taken off guard by her exhibitionism. "Clair. . . why aren't you wearing anything?" He tried his damndest not to look now that he called attention to it but couldn't help sneaking sidelong glances as they walked. Initially she seemed confused by the question as though this would be perfectly normal for her. While hanging out with Clair had produced some very interesting situations and more than their share of in jokes, she was never one to parade around in her skivvies. Robert only wished he could say the same. "Oh this?" With a strange, self satisfied grin, she spread her arms, parting the cloak and laid bare everything to him, apparently unconcerned with her own modesty. Robert thought he would faint from equal parts embarrassment and arousal. Before him stood a vision he'd only seen in his most shameless dreams. He couldn't move, he couldn't think, he was completely enthralled by Clair's naked body. She was tall, especially for a women and she was built, attractively so in the acrobatic way that comes from constant physical exertion of the entire body. Her breasts, though modestly sized, hung bare in the musty librarian air while her surprisingly well kept pubic hair did nothing to hide the darker flesh of her folds. "Robert." Closing the distance between them, she wrapped her hands around him, embracing him right against her soft, supple skin. "How do you feel about me?" she whispered into his ear, a soft and smooth tone served to calm him down, clear his thoughts in spite of the incredibly awkward position they were both in. "What's this all of the sudden?" he choked. "You jump in through the window in the buff, surprise me at work and then ask how I feel about you?" Robert couldn't tell her the truth, and this was hardly the ideal situation for a declaration of love. Wasn't it? "Answer the question." she pleaded in the most heartrending tone he'd ever heard. Her anguish set off another red flag in Robert's mind. She wasn't acting the way she usually did. Sure she was still very direct and a little overbearing but she never talked about either of their feelings or anything emotional before. They just had a good time together. "Well I guess I consider you a really good friend," he lied. "You know I've never had many of them at one time. I've never been some hero of the people nor a great thinker. I just am. I suppose I just really value our friendship and..." "And?" she echoed. "And I'm really glad that we're together. Friends I mean," he added hurriedly. This wasn't the time for that. "Friends," whispered Clair, still clinging to Robert as though she was hanging on for dear life. Perhaps it was merely his imagination, but Robert could have sworn she started slightly rubbing her body against him. "Is that all?" Robert couldn't answer her, he couldn't keep lying like this, but at the same time confessing to her in the darkness only cut by dim candle light when she was completely naked was not the romantic reveal he had envisioned all this time. Why was she so curious though? He wondered with the small part of his mind that managed to remain objective. She couldn't...no...it was impossible. He didn't deserve her. Oh god the sensations of her smooth skin were nearly irresistible. "I..." Clair pulled back, gazing into his eyes. "I can feel your yearning, your frustration, and your lust." She moaned throatily. "I can feel as though it was my own. You're not suffering alone. I've never acted like this with anyone, but I've always fantasized about doing this. Like a little girl who imagines her own fair knight that she's heard of in fairy tales." A single slender finger played down Robert's cheek. "As well as some of the less... innocent acts they always skip over." "A knight. You wanted a knight and you came here?" Robert balked, though his momentary bafflement was smothered by his arousal. "You had your pick. I've seen the way some of the men in your regiment look at you, competing for your attention. If you actually wanted a knight you had plenty of chances." "Them?" she spat. "They're merely a gaggle of meat heads who want nothing more than a warm body to screw. I wanted someone who liked me for me rather than for useful parts of my body." "Have you found anyone like that?" His response didn't have the effect Robert has expected. The heavy lidded sultry Clair retreated to parts unknown and the usual Clair charged forward in all her glory, greeting him with an angry slap in the face. He touched his raw face gingerly and stared at her wide-eyed. "That's it!" she fumed. "I've had it with this sultry garbage! What do I have to do to make it clear? I. Love. You. You stupid librarian. Now shut up and make love to me." With an astonishing amount of strength she grabbed the overwhelmed bookkeeper and laid him out on the table taking a moment of care not to dip his head in the still burning candle. She did not wait for an acknowledgement of her confession before attempting to disrobe Robert with shaking hands. With her frantic fingers, she could not properly remove his trousers; like a child on Christmas morning who gnaws and claws with futility at the string on a package. Clair grunted and Robert's knife appeared in her hands. Without pause she bisected his clothing with a single well measured arc of the blade. Had he been in his right mind, Robert may have feared for his manhood and internal organs. Instead Clair's words swam through his head making sure he couldn't focus on anything at the moment. "Not here." managed Robert, breathing hard. "Yes here," Clair continued to fumble with the remains of his trousers. "I want to." "Why? Why here? Why now?" Robert sat up and lifted her chin, he wanted a straight answer and she had been hiding her face since she started undressing him. He saw why, they shimmered with tears that ran down flushed cheeks, softly glimmering in the candlelight. "Please, let me do this." she whispered. Something inside Robert broke down. Years of being close to her yet never daring to take that final step to something more, and the ever-present fear that one day she'll find someone else. He couldn't take her sultry onslaught anymore. It no longer mattered to him how weird the situation was or how forceful Clair was acting. All that mattered was that right now, at this very moment, she wanted him just as much as he wanted her. Refusing to waste even one moment, Robert forced his lips on Claris' which opened almost immediately in the most passionate kiss of his life. Their tongues swirled around in an erotic dance which filled Robert's mouth with a gentle tingling sensation, unexpected but most welcome as they continued their enthusiastic oral acrobatics. Their fevered mingling went on for much longer than Robert would have ever thought possible, as Clair acted as though she no longer needed breath, continuing with a constant, fiery enthusiasm. With each moment that passed she drove her tongue deeper and deeper into his mouth, the pressure of her lips would have been painful if not for the effect her saliva seemed to have on him. Her demeanor was as passionate as it was predatory. Robert broke contact first, unable to continue without passing out but Clair didn't want to let go, following him as he drew back with a dreamy look on her face. "Wow..." choked Robert, panting with equal parts exhaustion and arousal. Clair didn't respond, denied his mouth she moved back down to the remnants of his pants now tented with the result of their passion. Rivulets of drool rolled down her chin as she peeled back his underwear, allowing his erection to spring to attention. Robert sighed appreciatively when the pressure was lifted from his manhood only to gasp in shock as Clair engulfed it entirely in one swift motion. Though she gradually withdrew from her initial strike, she didn't let a millimeter pass her lips without lavishing it with her tongue's smooth caresses. She repeated this process each time going infuriatingly slow, never allowing the sensation to build to a climax. Between her lascivious attentions and the familiar tingling sensation Robert could barely think straight. Eventually the tip of his cock passed free of her lips and much to Robert's frustration she allowed it to hang infuriatingly free in the freezing open air. She stared at him with a sultry gaze that made her earlier expressions appear chaster than even the most devout of holy women and with a single smooth and dainty finger she stroked his glans coaxing traces of precum from him. "You want to cum don't you." It wasn't a question; it was a statement, spoken in a voice like oiled silk. A voice that was completely detached from her usual coarse, uneven tone. "Y-yes." She laughed melodiously and rose upright, allowing the cloak she wore to fall to the ground. Modesty was no longer something either of them wanted to cling to. With the sort of flexibility that came naturally to a warrior of her ability she lifted her leg onto the table. Legs spread, Robert could see the moisten folds of her pussy shining in the candlelight. She was quite literally dripping with desire and she wanted to make damn sure he knew it. "Letting you cum outside would be such a waste don't you think?" She climbed onto the table, swaying from side to side as she crept forward on her hands and knees, allowing Robert's painfully stiff member to slide against her stomach. "Yes!" shouted Robert. Though the ordeal felt amazing, it wasn't enough to send him over the edge but instead left him teetering agonizingly on the precipice. The small, insignificant part of his brain that still clung to things like rational thought was shocked she was able to bring him to torturous preclimax so easily but the overwhelming power of his base instincts annihilated any sense of shame he may have had in the past. "Well let's fix that." She grasped his manhood with one hand and guided it into her drooling cleft. Penetration, though shallow, made both of them gasp in shock, neither of them properly prepared for the sensorial overload. Clair's face twisted in a mix of pain and overwhelming pleasure and her mouth hung open as she fruitlessly gasped for breath. However, Robert's mind was far too clouded to notice, all he could feel was moist, plush flesh at the very tip of his cock. It twitched with anticipation, slightly constricting him as though the muscles within were grasping and pulling him inside. He couldn't stand it any longer, with one mighty thrust he buried himself to the root within her. Clair released a primal shriek, throwing her arms around Robert and pressing her suddenly ample chest to his with the full force of her military-trained body. Robert found it difficult to take in air, no so much from the crushing embrace but from the way her insides coiled around him and voraciously gulped and suckled. It was too much. The pressure of her breasts, the constrictions of her vagina, her fevered panting, Robert could no longer hold back. With a strained groan and an undercurrent of shame, he released inside her. The full force of his premature ejaculation sent him to a level of pleasure he didn't think possible. He came and he came and he came more than he ever had in his life. The inexplicably forceful tide of hot cum baffled just as much as pacified. Clair moaned appreciatively as the ejaculate painted her insides white. She released the pressure of her embrace only to redirect it into another forceful kiss. Between the shocking orgasm and Clair's continued passion, Robert almost blacked out, his vision going fuzzy as stars exploded behind his eyes. Again she reluctantly withdrew, a string of saliva connecting them for a moment longer. She leaned down again making Robert afraid she was going to kiss him again before he could catch his breath. Instead she whispered in his ear with a voice steeped in regret. "I'm sorry for this, sorry it had to happen this way." She screamed. It wasn't another scream of pleasure but that of unbearable pain. She reared off him and fell to the floor, clutching and scratching at her back leaving red lines tinged with dark crimson. The sound of cracking bones and snapping tendons filled the air which was punctuated by more anguished screaming. She clawed at the stone tiles, tore book out of the aisles and splintered the shelves themselves with a flurry of animalistic strikes. Seeing Clair in pain did more to clear Robert's mind than anything else. He all but fell onto the floor, discarding what little fragments of clothing remained him that constricted his movements. He tried to pick her up off the ground but hesitated when he saw twin bulges straining against the inside of her back. They were long and boney, like spidery fingers that flexed and writhed within her. Robert was horrified, he'd never seen anything like this. "Don't look!" shouted Clair just before she violently retched on the ground. Robert could only watch in disgust as the bulges exploded bloodlessly from her back into thin white bat wings that glistened wetly in the low light followed by a pair of ridged rams horns jutted from her skull in twisting arcs. Finally A short spade-tipped tail extended from her tailbone as a tiny layer of fine hairs rose from her extremities. In the wake of this transformation Clair lay sputtering against the ground as her newfound limbs twitched slightly. Midnight Mingling Robert felt sick. He knew what this was. Anyone who lived in these times knew what this was. A cracking laugh escaped his lips. This explained everything didn't it? Her behavior, the mindblowing sex her...admission of love. That last part was the most telling, wasn't it? He fell to his knees as tears welled in his eyes. "Damnit" he choked. "Not like this." In a daze, looking around for what he needed, Robert spied his knife; the one Clair had discarded after using it to partially disrobe him earlier. He grasped it with shaking hands but just sat there staring blankly at Clair's writhing form. She'd apparently worked out the pain, her face twisted in an expression of absolute bliss as her fingers played around inside her, unconcerned her new beau was now armed. You don't spend all the time in a library Robert did without reading the occasional book. And you don't spend as much time being sexually frustrated as Robert did without reading about monsters, the vile temptresses, masters of carnal desire and most relevantly, permanent corruptors of women into perversions of their original selves. The knife felt heavy in his hands. It was almost funny, Clair was the one who not only gave it to him but taught him how to use it. He supposed it was fate, protecting her memory with the thing he cherished most. Rising to his feet he shuffled wearily to the succubus' prone form. He leaned down and placed the blade next to her invitingly exposed throat. The cold steel did nothing to interrupt her masturbation and she continued to go to town on herself too lust crazed to notice or even care. Robert just sat there for the longest time. He felt empty, used, but mostly just tired. You can do this, Robert thought to himself. Do it for her. No sooner had he thought that then he was clothesline by a speeding limb that sent him tumbling into a bookcase while his knife skittered away into the darkness. The impact had happened so fast and so suddenly he had no time to react and lay dazed against the shelf, the odd dislodged leather tome decorating his prone form. "No, no. None of that," a sultry voice flowed from the space Robert occupied not moments ago. "I leave you kids alone for five minutes and he pull a knife?" the speaker sighed exhaustively. "Are you sure this is the right one?" Robert sat up to find a leather-clad vision of sinful beauty kneeling in front of the newfound succubus. Unlike what Clair had become, this one had pitch black monstrous features that seemed to melt in and out of the darkness. She had an inhumanly perfect hourglass figure that could easily sway the hearts of lesser men and ridiculously gaudy purple hair that served to sever any sense of belonging to the proper human race. The lesser succubus moaned in frequencies as if trying to answer the interloper. "Well let's get you sensible." The proper succubus' obsidian tail curved around her thigh and touched the writhing monster on the forehead and a flash of purple light sparked between them. Clair's fevered breathing subsided and she withdrew her hands from her dripping folds. Satisfied her charge regained cognition she gestured towards Robert. "This is the one?" "Yes" she breathed. "He tried to kill you. Seems like he doesn't love you very much." "I loved Clair, you monster!" screamed Robert, rage overwhelming his senses. He groped blindly in the dark for his knife but to his immense frustration he could not find it. This creature stole Clair from him, twisted her into a mockery of herself and Robert was without a weapon. It didn't matter, he charged her with all the strength and speed he could muster. The succubus, however, seemed to ooze out of his way leaving one extended leg which sent Robert tumbling to the ground. "He's not that smart either." She leaned down to meet Robert's face. He tried to get sit up but she put a deceptively heavy hand on his back and he couldn't seem to move. "You love this girl, right? So what's with the knife?" she asked in an infuriatingly nonchalant tone. "That's not Clair anymore," he muttered through clenched teeth. "You saw to that didn't you?" She scoffed, "Tone down the drama, boy. If it wasn't for me, you would have never laid with little Clair over there. She would continue to carry on ignoring her desires for you. Her love twisted up in knots by her lack of confidence in herself as a woman and her desire to keep you as a 'friend.'" She stood up, replacing her hand with a high heeled boot. "Humans, you never listen to your hearts do you? Always a mind filled with ridiculous morals and stupid hang-ups." "What are you blabbering about?" She sighed again, adopting the tone of voice a teacher would take with a particularly dim student. "Every once in a while I find idiots like you two. Painfully in love but neither one of you ever realizes it. I found this one patrolling in the woods. I could see her aura shining with romantic frustration like a miniature star. I couldn't just sit back so I did a little meddling." "'A little meddling?' Are you joking?!" he spat. "Look at her!" The force of Robert's shouting bounced off the aisles and echoed noisily through the library. For a while no one spoke, letting his outburst peter out and die. "I've got an idea," she finally said. "Why don't you look at her?" With that shit lifted her boot off his back and withdrew into the dark. Robert jumped to his feet, whipping his head around wildly in a vain attempt to locate his tormenter but she was nowhere to be seen, however, he voice was another matter. "Look at her," it commanded. It took every ounce of self control he could muster not to dash over and embrace her. She knelt on the ground with her arms clutching at her abdomen while sobbing painfully. Robert felt uneasy when she returned his gaze, a mixture of profound shame and barely contained primal desire colored her eyes as they shone unnaturally in the candlelight. She opened her mouth as if to speak but fell forward onto her face instead, twitching and jerking uncontrollably. "What's wrong with her?" Robert shouted into the darkness. "Oh?" that same infuriating, patronizing voice emanated from all around him. "Moments ago you were ready to slit her throat, now you're concerned for her wellbeing?" "Answer me, you witch!" "Witch? I take offense at that. Do I look like pedophile bait to you?" The succubus materialized her shapely, feminine form in front of Robert, squishing her generous bosoms together to prove her point. This shameless display prompted Robert to strike instinctively with his clenched fist though much to his fury his hand passed harmlessly through a cloud of semi-tangible darkness as the image dissipated. "Answer me, damnit!" "Well aren't we Mr. Tough Guy? Fine, your quickie earlier spurred her transformation proper but her body doesn't have enough energy to complete the metamorphosis, so it's cannibalizing itself. Right now she probably feels as though her muscles and organs are being flayed and ripped in half. Oh, the pain must be unbearable. In all honesty she should be screaming her guts out, but these military ones always know how to deal with pain. Still, if she survives the end result won't be very pretty." Clair's continued anguish tore at his heart, he wanted to help her but what would be helping her now? Was she still there? Was there anything worth saving or should he put her out of her misery? It was an option, though he doubted he could pull it off with her 'protector' still present. Robert ground his teeth, he couldn't let this go on. "What can I do?" he rumbled dejectedly. "I'm sorry?" Robert could almost see her cock an ear in an insufferably patronizing way. "What can I do to stop this?" he repeated slowly and carefully, each word dripping with malice. "You're a big boy, I'm sure you don't need me to tell you what a succubus needs." "Don't call her that!" "But that's what she is, dear. Screaming about it won't change anything." The succubus' voice hummed quizzically. "My, my, from attempted murder to protecting her honor, aren't we capricious?" Robert realized just how quickly he went from slitting the newfound succubus' throat to wanting to save her from the horrible pain wracking her body. Was he not thinking clearly earlier? Or was his change of heart merely some vile form of magic the mature succubus was using to poison his mind? No matter, for the first time tonight he knew what he had to do and this time he ignored the dissenting voices in his head. "Leave us." He stated simply. Some time past before she spoke up. "No. If I leave then out comes the knife and I invested too much power to let it to go to waste like this. Besides," she giggled. "I like to watch." Wordlessly, Robert resigned himself to the shadowy observer; she was no longer important to him anyway. He slowly motioned over to Clair, watching as her body contorted in a series of dry heaves punctuated by the strained motions of her white wings. As carefully as he could, he rolled her over onto her back and for the first time since her corruption, really looked at her. Clair's body was more or less as toned and athletic as it always was, though her breasts and hips filled out considerably giving her a much lewder appearance which contrasted with her original lithe, acrobatic build. Her hair, though now parted by horns, remained as brown as always rather than shifting to the ridiculous candy color the mature succubus sported. Her once crystal blue eyes were now a smoldering red which burned with desire even as her expression twisted in agony. Robert lifted her arm and saw a thin layer of white hair started from just below her elbows and covered her like a pair of fingerless gloves while a similar layer on her legs seemed to fill the role of stockings. It was almost textbook in its eroticism, hitting all the right buttons in Robert's mind and arousing him in spite of the situation. Robert grasped Clair by the sides and pulled her upright, shifting his arms to embrace her as well as allowing her head to rest on his shoulder. With each choking breath she took, a horn rubbed against his head, and she returned his caress with unsure, shaking hands. Robert pulled back slightly only to give Clair another kiss. It was much more restrained than their first, as there was no breathtaking tongue-play though the tingling sensation was still there. Tears shimmered and rolled down Clair's face, though Robert had no way of knowing what caused them. They could be from pain or shame, from her transformation or their mutual inability to understand the feelings of the other, or there could be nothing left on her besides a sex hungry fiend begging for a meal. "I love you," he whispered in her ear. Robert slowly slid into her, eliciting a relieved sigh from his partner as she went limp from the sudden lack of pain. Holding her upright, he tried to move in and out of her only to discover that much his surprise, he couldn't. Her muscular walls held him in place while undulating wildly, stroking and kneading, hungry for what lay within him. Though the grip of her remarkably animate folds was similar to their first round of intercourse, now the sensation was on an entirely new level that threatened to yet again end in premature shame. Gradually, Robert's pleasure-addled brain became aware of pressure on his chest as Clair pressed her breasts harder and harder against him. With the inhuman suckling on his member debilitating him, he couldn't do anything but watch as she pushed him down onto the stone floor. A greedy smile painted on her face made it clear who was really in control now that she was no longer wracked with agony. Once again straddled by Clair, who now exercised her newfound control by sliding up and down her mount in rhythmic rocking motions, Robert felt totally helpless. In an attempt to find a way to somehow gain the upper hand or at least prove to himself he wasn't just a toy, he spied Clair's hanging breasts as they jiggled with the motions of her body. A deep aching desire to touch them surged through Robert's mind and he wasted no time acting upon it, grasping the fleshy globes with his hands, and pinching her nipples with his fingers. Clair moaned appreciatively under her partners assault, yelping when he stepped up his game with a forceful suckling. Robert groaned as he felt his own orgasm building, a steady pressure inside him that would once again make painfully apparent his lack of control. Clair seemed to pay his moans no heed as she continued to ride him with monstrous vigor, doing her best to stoke the fires of their mutual arousal. Lust overtook his mind and without shame he grabbed her by the hips in an attempt to help her go faster. The pleasure was overwhelming and he could think of nothing but cumming inside her again. "Why don't you try this..." a horribly familiar voice flowed out from the darkness. Though Robert barely registered that someone had spoken, Clair felt understanding sidle its way into her mind, filling it with lewd suggestions. Her ivory tail, which until now had been spasming wildly in time with the waves of pleasure she felt, darted beneath her like a silvery snake and coiled around the base of Robert's shaft just before he climaxed. It was as surprising as it was painful and Robert couldn't help but shout in frustration as he was denied release. "What are you doing?!" "Just a little longer," she moaned. "You can't have all the fun again." Shame silenced him as he languished under her unable to cum. Though the pleasurable sensations were torturous in this state and the thinking part of his mind doubted he could force anything past the serpentine vice, he writhed and bucked beneath her, slamming his hips upward in the vain search for release. However the force of his wild thrashing wasn't enough for him, he bolted upright, knocking Clair on the ground. Lust-mad he pulled her legs apart and buried both his dick and the coil around it as deep as he could within her. Clair squealed and laughed appreciatively at his frenzied motions. "Thank you!" she shouted to no one. Robert felt as if he was going mad, wave after wave of denied orgasm chipped away at what cognition remained with him. All that he wanted to do was cum. The desire was the only thing in his mind. He no longer cared about her transformation, where he was or even that he was still probably being watched. "Clair I can't," was all he managed to say before she released an ear-piercing scream as she arched her back and clamped down on him. A millisecond later he felt the infernal pressure that kept him from releasing disappear. The sensation was too much, the force of a score of denied orgasms finally released nearly drove him catatonic as he pumped more cum than he ever thought possible inside her. Shockingly it wasn't a singular orgasm but rather a procession. Every time he thought the sensations were fading they rose to crescendo yet again, accompanied by another spurt and sighs of appreciation from Clair; who still held him in place with her ever-thirsting folds that sucked every drop he could produce deep inside her. Even through the mind-numbing tides of pleasure, Robert could feel something flow into him as well. Not a physical substance but rather a vague, ephemeral feeling that set a fiery blaze inside him but died just shortly after as his climax ceased. Even still he could feel the tiny embers smoldering inside him, the precursor to the flames that could flare up once more. Robert collapsed, thoroughly spent. The cold stone felt good against his red hot cheeks and he couldn't even muster the strength to sit up. Mercifully his now flaccid dick was allowed to slide out of Clair, now unable to grasp him with the force from before. He felt a pair of downy arms slip under his from behind and lifted him upright while dragging him a few meters in front of an unspoiled bookshelf. A shapely pair of legs appeared from around his sides and locked around him while a chin rested on his shoulder. "How was it?" Clair asked in a perfectly metered voice, free of the turmoil that characterized it for what seemed to Robert like an eternity. "Incredible." Robert burbled, still woozy from his ordeal. "I'm glad. I've wanted to do it for a long time. Not...exactly like this but close enough." She sighed contentedly. "At least with my body like this I can act enough like a woman to excite you." "What do you mean?" "Hold on a second." Clair took a deep breath. "Silvia!" she shouted at the darkness. "I'm fine, now get out and don't come back, you worthless whore!" The succubus materialized and strolled out of the darkness, her inner thighs glistened with slick layer of liquid while her flushed cheeks bordered a sly grin. "Such anger after I helped you all these times. You really need to learn manners little girl." "Helped me," Clair spat. "You're game is done now get out." "Fiiine." she turned heading towards the open window but halfway there she stopped and looked back at Robert, biting a finger. "That was some display near the end there, Mr. Tough Guy. You know if things here don't work out..." "Out!" Robert and Clair shouted in unison. Silvia scowled. "Such a thankful bunch you are. I saved you from your own pesky inhibitions and that it? 'Thanks for everything now fuck off'? Not even a go with your boyfriend there?" The idea of sharing Robert elicited an angry hiss from Clair which surprisingly made the full succubus instinctively back away a few steps. "Well, here's my parting gift." She blew a stream of pink smoke that formed into an undulating shape of a heart which flowed off her hand and towards the pair. "A little something to keep him going all night long." The prospect of another bout of mind-blowing sex so soon frightened Robert who cringed as the shape headed towards him, not realizing it actually went to Clair, washing over her face in a tiny pink tsunami. She blinked a few times and realization dawned on here. "That's disgusting." She stated flatly. "It works. Now if you have anything you want to discuss with each other do it now because she's going to pin you down again in about ten minutes. Have fun you two and clear out of here by morning or you'll both be strung up." Silvia bit her finger again as the other hand roamed downward once more as she strolled away. "Maybe there's another unspoiled man around here for me." And with that she flapped her bat-like wings a few times and surged out of the open window into the inky night. For a while neither Robert nor Clair said anything. The only thing he could hear was her breathing as though the aisles which once echoed sounds of frenzied lovemaking now seemed to absorb ambient noise. Robert broke the silence first. "So, uh... what was that thing with the smoke?" "It was just some instructions." "On?" "Oh, you'll find out eventually." She said with cat-like playfulness. Clair's tail tapped against his lower back, doing nothing to assuage the sense of foreboding gnawing at the back of Robert's head, however, after the emotional turmoil he was recovering from, he didn't put much effort into showing it. For now he allowed himself to relax in her embrace, laying his arms on hers which appeared to have less hair than they did the last time he looked. "Hey," She ventured, now somber. "Yeah?" "Before, when I was passed out on the ground...you said you loved me." "Yeah," repeated Robert. An inexplicable current of modest embarrassment ran through him. "Why?" "What do you mean, why?" "I mean why me? Before, when I was still human, my body was over-muscled and covered with scars, I had no breasts or hips and was far too tall to be thought of as feminine. I cursed like a sailor, drank like a fish and got into fights all the time. I was even mistaken for a guy numerous times." Midnight Mingling "I never had a problem with it." said Robert truthfully. "That's what set you apart from the other women. You know, in a weird sort of way I always thought you were cute. We always had a great time together. I guess eventually it just became...something more to me." Robert could feel Clair's heart speed up ever so slightly, which reminded him of how little time they had to talk before primal lust overtook them both once more. "Can I ask the same? Why me?" She answered instantly as though she had practiced. "Because, though you're a bit odd yourself, you're a nice guy deep down, you're pretty cute and most importantly, you put up with my crap." "Fair enough, I guess I've been doing a lot of that, especially tonight." "Well we're not done, not if the way I'm feeling right now is any sign." Robert gulped in spite of himself. "I don't know if I can yet." "Well if you need some help..." she trailed off with a mischievous candor as her tail wormed its way between them and pushed its spade tip between Robert's buttocks, lightly probing his anus. "No!" he squealed desperately. "No I do not!" "Alright then, just remember if you slow down..." "Fine! I am definitely good!" Robert sprang to attention as the weariness was overtaken by apprehension. "Well there are still several hours until morning," Clair's hands migrated down to Robert's crotch. "Let's make the most of our time tonight."