lWoD Succubus: The Fuckening Opening It smelled a lot like desperation. A place where dreams melted away, the sun never rose, and the heart never rested. There was also the faint scent of death, the decay of the greatest human asset. At least Mindy could smoke. It made the rest not seem so bad, even as the lights of the slot machines drilled a hole in her brain. She could close her eyes, tune it all out, and pretend she was far away. It never worked, of course. “Hello there, beautiful,” Said a man who tapped Mindy on the shoulder. She looked up into his eyes, but she didn’t really focus on him. There was something about her face, a sheen like latex, a gleam in her eye like polished stones. Her smile was a winner, even when she was frowning. She had big hair today, red curls that bobbed with the rest of her. She was definitely looking for a fun night, for the right price. “No thanks, handsome,” Mindy said, “I’m in the middle of something.” Anger passed over the man’s face, but when he went to say something, the bartender in the little BC casino moved to stand across the bar from them. He huffed, then walked away. What were law officials thinking, allowing dens of high stakes and big losses to be built attached to hotels. They had to know it would attract spirits of the night, women like Mindy who didn’t know what daytime was. They didn’t build hotels attached to stock exchanges. Even if they did, Mindy doubted the pickings would be as good. A casino was the perfect marketplace. It made Mindy’s body ache just being there. Men of all sorts walked around her, watched her, pined for her. No matter what she did, she couldn’t escape their desire, and she wasn’t sure she wanted to. This was the life she was given, thirsting for the seed. She had gained a reputation, just large enough to be saddled with giving free service to the security staff, not enough to attract johnny law. Still, it made her work that much easier. Mindy took a long drag of her cigarette, and turned in her seat. She knew the one was coming. Like a sailor drawn to the rocks, he wouldn’t be able to resist, didn’t know he was supposed to. She hummed a stale tune, something about ‘never wanting him back’, and ‘loving what she has become’, popish. Then he walked off the gambling floor, sharp blue eyes, but exhaustion in his step. He hadn’t given up yet. Mindy knew without a word from him that he was here with a purpose. He stepped up to the bar, “Can I just get a beer? Mindy didn’t look at him, wouldn’t that give it away? He had to feel like it was his choice. The man sat down, “What’s that song anyway?” He asked, “It sounds familiar.” Mindy smiled, “If I knew, I would tell you,” She said with a wink. He got his beer, and took a sip. “Not a lot of luck out there?” Mindy asked. His face said he questioned even answering her, but he looked at her, and changed his mind. “Not enough of it,” He responded. The man held his hand in his hand, tweaking the wedding band on his finger. That motion always made the ache stronger. There was something about a married man that made her squirm in her seat. Her thighs clenched reflexively, a light blush came to her cheeks. He was the one. “You look like you’re trying,” Mindy said, “What is your name?” “Owen,” He said. “Mindy,” She replied, “Owen, how would you like to be sucked dry? Would that make you feel lucky?” Owen had a family, Mindy could tell. Owen had a family, and he wasn’t providing enough, never provided enough. It wasn’t like he didn’t try, he just never could perform as well as he hoped. Promotions strolled past him, bridges were burned before him, and he couldn’t do anything but try harder to please that wife and kids. Mindy didn’t know her, but she thought Owen’s wife was a bitch. Why couldn’t Owen have his one moment? Smile for once? Enjoy his own prowess? Owen swallowed his shame. Mindy licked her lips. Up in his hotel room, it became hard to resist. She sat at the end of his bed and listened to the sound of him. She swore she could hear it sloshing around inside his balls. She closed her eyes and listened. There it was again. She stood up and hummed again, that same sad ‘girl power’ song that bounced around in her head. Her hands lead him to sit there on the bed, still wearing his shirt and jacket, but down to his boxers. Mindy sucked her finger, then traced it down her chest, into the pressed flesh of her cleavage. She ran her hand down until it pulled her dress with it, revealing the black and red lace beneath. The material snapped back, but Mindy let the finger continue, down her belly, over the tight material at her hips, to the start of her mile-long legs. When she reached the hem, she pulled up, her fingers drawing the soft material over her until the edge of her panties were revealed. Owen’s eyes were latched to her, she could feel it in her bones. With every thread revealed, his desire was magnified. When her stomach and belly button peeked below, she heard him swallow audibly. She was wet now, without him laying a finger on her. She bit her lip, and continued to draw upwards. The dress went over her head, and she dropped it at her side. Small steps brought her to the edge of the bed, and she hooked fingers into her waistband, slipping the material over her wide hips until she could let them drop to the floor and step out of them. Owen pushed back onto the bed, and Mindy crawled up after him. Snatching at his boxers until they were caught in her fingers, and dragged down his legs. His swollen member was revealed, and she couldn’t resist a shudder. “I’m,” Owen stuttered, “I’m still married, you know.” Mindy looked him in the eyes and smiled, “I know.” She straddled him, held him in one hand, and slid down over his length. The heat of his desire made her moan on contact. He fit so perfect, his every inch pushing into her. Mindy’s fingers rested on his stomach, and she made slow waves with her hips. “Wait,” He whispered, “How much will this cost me?” She laughed, she was so into the moment that she forgot a vital part of the act. “Consider this a freebie.” Owen finally relaxed, his body tensing with each of her soft gyrations. She could feel every twitch of his manhood. Any motion he took strummed her strings of lust. An undeniable sensation was building in her. She didn’t have to pick up the paste, Owen took over. He held her arms, forcing his penetration that much deeper. He drove his hips up into her, making Mindy cry out in surprise before he began to thrust with earnest. She was sure of her choice now, as Owen pushed deeper, harder. He was going to fill her up, she could sense his natural instincts. “Oh yes,” Mindy moaned, “Fill me to the top, give me all of it.” It only drove Owen on, their breath were shallow groans that came in time. There was nothing Mindy could do to stop it now, her body tensing, her muscles squeezing, she cried out as Owen drove an orgasm through her body. The sensation of his seed slipping into her made her shiver in pleasure. Owen panted in exhaustion, his eyes sliding shut. When they opened again, he couldn’t move. His whole body felt numb, distant. His eyes darted around, and what he first saw was the curves of a sultry ass, seated on his chest. It was Mindy, bent over on him. She was dipped so far as she straddled him backwards, that he had full view of her bared lower lips, separating slightly as if calling to him. There was a warmth lower down, and it turned pleasing as he became more aware. With a sloppy sucking noise, Mindy sat up and looked back at him. Something was different about her, that sheen in her skin and that gleam in her eyes. She smiled down at him. “Sorry to wake you,” She said, “I just couldn’t help but notice your second serving down here.” Owen tried to move, to call out, he couldn’t do either. Mindy went back to attending his groin, her tongue sliding up his length, before she took him fully into her mouth. Owen’s eyes strained. She could tell he was looking at her, and it only made her wetter, hungrier. Could he see the difference now? Would he have come to her if he saw the scales that ran up her thighs, if he could perceive the twisting length of her tongue. It didn’t matter now, she could feel him in her mouth, that warmth, every groove of his pulsing length. She squeezed him until he swelled once more, and a burst of his seed rushed to the back of her throat. She swallowed greedily, then stepped off the bed. Owen’s eyes lilted, and he passed out again. An hour later, Mindy was downstairs, dressed, and talking to the bartender. “You were right,” She said, “It taste that much sweeter.” The man shrugged, “It was just an observation.” Mindy pulled a clay vial out of her purse, a small dribbled of white fluid dripping down the side, and handed it over. “Make good use of it,” Mindy said, “He was a nice guy.” The bartender pocketed the vial, then nodded to another man approaching Mindy from behind.