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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Homestuck
  Relationship:
      Rose_Lalonde/Dave_Strider, Rose_Lalonde_&_Dave_Strider
  Character:
      Dave_Strider, Rose_Lalonde
  Additional Tags:
      Succubus, Dubious_Consent, Consensual_Non-Consent
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-05-21 Words: 4974
****** Rev 22 20 ******
by bowiesnippleantennae
Summary
     An autobiography of one man's contact with a devil.
Notes
     So, I don't usually ship this, but I get inspired by music all the
     damn time and while I was listening to rev 22 20 by Pussifer, I
     imagined Rose as a succubus, driving Dave mad with sexual need. I
     needed to write it. It's less rape and more dubious consent, but I
     kept the warning up there just in case! I've never written anything
     like this before, so I hope you guys like it? It was really fun to
     write!
This isn't a confession. Hell no. I have nothing to confess. This is a truth.
Something that actually fucking happened to me. Not that I care if anyone
believes me or not. It's no skin off my damn nose if I told you I met the Devil
herself and you just happen to blow it off like I was using some figure of
speech. But my shrink told me this would help me cope with what happened and,
Hell, I'll do anything to understand what I went through.
To say it was serendipitous that we met would be a fucking lie. She looked for
me. I don't know why, but she searched for only me and when she found me, she
stalked me until I fell right into her trap. And well, that's history. Now,
I've never been one to pray. Didn't care none for church or The Book, but I'll
tell you what, this experience definitely changed my perception of life and the
spiritual.
I never wanted to believe, let's just keep it at that.
I guess I should at least explain all the juicy details. Just try not to get
anything on these pages, you dig?
I had been a college graduate for maybe, what, a year? Not even. I was trying
to scrape by, looking for a career while simultaneously living on my own and
paying back my loans. It wasn't glorious, but I've never been one for glory. I
opted a car for a train pass and that's how I got around. Subway, train, bus,
sometimes I'd bike but air conditioning trumps the sweltering sun of Texas any
day. I suppose my need for comfort is what got me into this mess in the first
place. Though, her persistence would've meant we'd meet, regardless.
Maybe I should introduce this she-demon I keep mentioning?
I first met Rose Lalonde on the subway while heading home from grocery
shopping. Sure, I had noticed her when she walked in. There was something
alluring about her presence, even if I thought of her being only 15-years-old
at the time. Truth be told, she's probably 50 times that age, but I'll get to
that, later. She strutted in, sat across from me and crossed her legs, all
dainty- like. I just needed one look to know she was cute. We usually only need
one look, right fellas? Just a taste of a pretty face and then you move on with
your day. But there was a hunger growing inside of me and I kept stealing
glances at her. She had a small smile plastered on her face like she knew. And
in retrospect, of course she fucking knew. She wanted it. Her whole appearance
was bait and I was the dumbass salmon that jumped right into her damn boat.
Every time I was able to finally avert my eyes to change the song on my iPod or
glance up at anyone else who was getting on, she'd move and drawn my attention
back onto her.
Now, I know what you're thinking. She had no control over how much I looked at
her. But, that's where you're wrong, fine reader. Dead. Wrong.
It was the stop right before her's, and as the last subway rider walked by me
to get off, I followed them with my gaze like all of the others, when my eyes
darted back towards her. It seemed her expression darkened. It was something
sinister and conniving and as I began to question what the fuck that meant, she
uncrossed and recrossed her legs and that's when I knew I was in danger. She
wasn't wearing anything. At all. There was nothing under that pretty, Catholic
school skirt of hers. And she wanted me to see it.
I went home that night, trying to get the image of her out of my head and
failing miserably. That was the first night of many to come that I spent
sleepless and hard as a fucking rock. There was no handling it, literally.
Nothing I did made my massive boner go away. No woman has ever had that effect
on me and now, I doubt another ever will.
After that first night, I decided in order to avoid this Jezebel, I changed my
route to work. Didn't see her at all in the morning. Felt relief for the first
time in over 24 hours. It wasn't until I was on my way back, this time on the
train, that she danced her way on. I noted that there were no schools nearby.
She was doing this on purpose. I forced myself to just keep my eyes down on my
phone. I preoccupied myself with games and blogs and music. It worked, for the
most part. Except if I didn't concentrate, my mind would wander. An image of
her bare skin kept flashing in my head and making my face burn and my pants
tight. Yeah, in public. It was uncontrollable.
My stop came before hers, this time. As I was leaving, and I still don't know
if this was just my imagination, although I doubt it was, I heard a whisper of
a woman's voice I had never heard before. My blood ran cold even though what
the voice said wasn't menacing sounding in the least. It was just how it was
said, the way I heard it. It was like a ghost's whisper, dancing up my spin and
hugging me, possessively. The voice stayed with me during my walk home.
You're probably wondering what it was that the voice said. It wasn't anything
much, just a simple, "Hello, David."
I know the Devil works in mysterious ways, but knowing my name for no fucking
reason wasn't one I thought was possible. Guess that was another red flag I
happened to conveniently overlook.
That night, I was able to sleep. It was a deep, rejuvenating sleep, but also a
sleep that was plagued with the wettest goddamned dreams I've ever experienced
to date.
These dreams lasted weeks. They would be more intense and real if I ignored her
on the way home from work, I had noticed. If I had let my eyes linger on her
form, if I watched ever subtle lewd movement she made, I wouldn't dream so
intensely, but I would spend my night awake, dealing with the aftereffects of
seeing such a delicious specimen. I hate admitting it, but she was gorgeous.
She was everything I wanted in a woman. That was the problem. She was too much
like my ideal bitch, if you get my drift. Rose Lalonde knew my deepest,
dirtiest secrets and she used them to get inside my head and fuck with me.
That's how succubi work.
Don't you fucking laugh, reader. You knew what you were getting yourself into.
My shrink did, too. And I still don't care if you don't believe me. Fuck, I'm
digressing. This is just the hard part to own up to, but I have to tell
everything. It's part of the "healing" process.
She took the form of a high school girl. She sported a tight, button down shirt
and short, pleated skirt. As if she was so innocent, she didn't realize the
things the men around her were thinking about. That's the air she gave off.
Except to me. I saw the sly looks. I knew she knew exactly what she was doing
to every man. It wasn't because of what she was wearing. It was because of what
she was. Her whole reason of being was to make men jizz in their pants. She
oozed sexuality. And she knew my fetishes.
Now, remember when I said the less I looked at her, the more intense my dreams
about her were? Well, when I would pay attention to her, I would get these
visions. They were almost just as bad as the dreams. I knew she was giving them
to me, because I would catch her eye and she would smile or lick her lips or
shift in her seat or caress some part of herself. It depended on what she was
making me see. One vision... man. I saw myself get onto the train during a
particularly busy day. She was holding onto one of the poles, facing the other
way and the faiths had me flush up against her. She'd make these soft moans
whenever the train got bumpy and when it hit a bigger bump and everyone jolted,
she fell back against me and I caught her. She thanked me, sweetly, with a
voice that sounded like honey and my hands were suddenly rubbing up her thighs,
pushing up the skirt and feeling her soft, pale skin. I tried shaking my head
to stop the vision but nothing helped. I saw myself rubbing at her, feeling her
get wet, hearing her gasping please to stop and continue and as soon as my
fingers were slipping in, my vision stopped and I noticed myself panting and
hard under my jeans.
This needed to stop. Two months, by this time, I had put up with it. I couldn't
go anywhere without thinking about her. It was embarrassing and addicting all
at the same time. I felt like a sexual deviant, always relieving myself just so
I could go to work without people noticing little Dave was coming to say, 'hi.'
The breaking point, and the beginning of the end, was an early Sunday morning.
I was heading to a gym to try to work off some of this pent up energy. I hadn't
slept that night, just thought about Rose and that soft, wet mouth of hers when
I noticed I wasn't the only one in the subway car, anymore. She waltzed on,
clad in her school girl uniform and she sat across from me, like she usually
did. Eyes fixed sternly on me, wry smile plastered on that pale face.
"What are you doing up this early on a Sunday, if I might be as so bold to
ask?"
It was the first time I had heard her speak with her mouth. I'd heard her voice
before in my dreams, It was the same, velvety soft and deep for a girl her age.
There was a maturity to it that made her seem like she was hundreds of years
old. Which isn't far from the truth. None of it fit the tiny body she had
picked for herself.
I willed myself to talk so I didn't look like a crazy person, even though there
was no one else there to witness this mess.
"G... Going to the gym, what's it to you?" I said, dryly. I tried swallowing
but my mouth was the Mojave desert.
She shrugged those tiny shoulders of hers and closed her eyes.
"What are you doing in a school uniform if it's Sunday?" anger started to
bubble inside of me. It wasn't fair that this, at that point, nameless broad
was effecting me in such a way.
Her answer was cool and flawless.
"Trying to seduce you, Dave. Isn't it obvious?"
If I said I wasn't caught off guard, I would be lying. She smoothed the fabric
of her skirt down and laced her fingers together, elegantly.
"How... How do you know my name?"
"I know quite a bit about you. I've been studying you, you see. Your last name
is Strider. You live in the penthouse of an apartment on 3rd Street and you run
your own webcomic and host a site for it. You're 5 feet, 10 inches, blood type
O positive. But you never donate... tsk tsk, David." She gives you a sly grin
and my blood ran cold. I moved to stand up and the smile dropped instantly. "I
wouldn't do that if I were you. We're having a nice chat, here. You don't want
to go and ruin it. I'll cry, Dave." She pouted.
I hesitantly sat back down. Every part of my body told me to get off at the
next stop but she was much more persuasive.
"What do you want from me?"
"Isn't it obvious? Surely you can deduce from your dreams what it is I am
after."
"You want to fuck me or something?"
"Drop the 'or something' and you got it. But it's much more than that."
I stared at her, scared shitless. But she made no move to get up or try
anything. I was incredibly confused. If she wanted me so bad, why the dreams
and sexy glances? Why not just jump me and make me want her like a normal
fucking psychopath? I wasn't going to find out this time around. I was going to
stew on it and wonder and the dreams went away for a few days. I would've
reveled in the peace of mind but I was too busy trying to figure out why she
knew all of this. How did a little girl get all of that information about me?
This didn't happen in the real world. Criminals stalked and scavenged for dirt
on people. She was in high school (or so I thought, remember) and completely
incapable of all of this shit. Right? You know the answer to this.
The next time I dreamed, I was tied up to a pole. It was dark and I could hear
water dripping though I couldn't tell where I was. I smelled coal burning and
heard the crackle of fire. It wasn't until lavender eyes glowed in the darkness
that I knew that not only was I completely naked, but that this was Rose and
she was going to do nasty, nasty things to me. Again.
I watched her crawl out of shadows. She rubbed at her leather clad tits. I
swallowed over the lump in my throat. When she reached me, she spread my legs
open a little and lowered her head, licking up the inside of my thigh all the
way up my dick. I shuddered because it was so real. It felt so damn good. And I
hated myself for enjoying it. I watched her stand up and undress herself
slowly, deliberately putting on a show for me. My breathing hitched as she
lowered herself onto me and she fucked me. Hard, violently. I tried focusing on
the sounds of dripping water and crackling fire but all I heard was the harsh
slap of skin over and over. That's when her hand went around my neck and she
squeezed and I woke up, coughing and heaving and feeling like I haven't jacked
off in months.
"When the fuck is this shit going to end?" I remember saying out loud after
waking up from that shit.
The voice screamed in my ear and I clamped my hands around my head and ducked.
"Leave me alone!" I shouted over and over again but all that responded was
echoing laughter.
When I saw her again, I tried my hardest to show her I was not pleased with her
at all. Everything else she had shown me had been my secret desires. Things
I've always wanted to do with a lover but never got the chance to, like
fingering an underage girl in a crowded subway and sixty-nining on her parent's
bed and doggy style in a bathroom stall. But being tied up and then slammed
down on. That's where I had drawn the line, and she knew.
As soon as I was done thinking that, she got up and I remember thinking it
wasn't her stop yet. When did I start caring? And she sat next to me. My heart
literally stopped. I thought I was going through cardiac fucking arrest. She
leaned towards me and whispered. My eyes widened as I heard the words coming
out of those perfect, plump lips.
"Oh, my dearest apologies, Dave. I really didn't mean to. I just thought maybe
you'd like to know what I'd rather do to you." She leaned back and smiled and I
stared at her, really seeing her for what she was. A monster. "Want to watch me
masturbate?" I choked and sputtered and looked around but no one else seemed to
notice. "Don't worry, they can't see me. Just you."
"Is this... one of those fucking visions you keep giving me?"
She seemed to look hurt but I knew it was a fucking farce.
"I am very much here. No one else cares except you, Dave. That is the reason.
Now, answer my question..." She fidgeted with the hem of her skirt and I
couldn't help but look. I refused to answer her, though. "You know as well as I
do that I know the answer, Dave. I'd just like a little acknowledgement." And
her hand pulled the skirt up and I couldn't look away as she slinked a hand in
between those perfect thighs and stroke herself. I licked my dry lips and
willed myself to ignore her but I couldn't. I was physically stuck staring down
as she rubbed herself just for me. I could smell her and it drove me wild but
the only thing I could control was not doing what I wanted and that was to help
her. I think some sane part of me was still in control of that. It was just
enough to keep me from acting on it, but not enough for me to look away. She
slipped a finger in and moaned softly and I could've came right then and there.
Something stopped me and I knew it was her. "Not yet, you're not." She
whispered in between soft sighs. "Everyone can still see you. Keep that in
mind." And she smiled. She wanted me to humiliate myself.
"You... You just want me to fuck and do something weird in public." I panted,
softly.
"Maybe." She chuckled, then bit her lip as she pumped the finger in and out of
herself. "Or maybe I just want you to help out when no one is looking." I
gulped and glanced around a second before my eyes were automatically drawn
back. "Maybe..." She moaned. "I'd rather you just eat me out right here." She
was crazy. But I wanted to.
My stop happened before any of that did and I thank God still for that. I
rushed off and left her there, moaning and sopping wet.
I was afraid to leave my house. I tried riding my bike to work but I saw her
everywhere. I doubt they were illusions. She was following me. That was when I
realized that she could find me anywhere, it didn't matter if I was on the
subway or the bus or the street. She could be anywhere I was.
Of course, like everything else, it was too late. She cornered me in the
bathroom. I had just finished taking a piss and I was washing my hands when I
thought I saw something in the corner of my eye. I turned to see what it was
and when I looked back she was in the reflection of the mirror. I yelled and
jumped back and she laughed.
"You're really surprised? Even after everything? Me showing up in the men's
bathroom of your work is what scares you?" She put a hand to her mouth and
giggled and I wanted to hit her. I just didn't know what would happen if I did.
I should've kept refraining like that but I had no idea what the fuck she was
capable of. At least not to the extent that I know how.
"Just... What the hell do you want? Who the fuck are you, anyway?" Her face
turned dark and she stepped forward.
"Why, I'm Rose. Rose Lalonde. And you already know what I want."
"Well, why don't you just take it, then? You can obviously do whatever you want
to me so just do it!" But she didn't. She just stood there, smiling and driving
me up the goddamn wall. I gritted my teeth and balled my fists and snapped.
Wish I hadn't. I should've just walked away. It would've been better if she
just haunted me for the rest of my life. It would've been hard to deal with but
it would've also been nothing compared to what I've gone through because of my
hotheadedness.
"But Dave, don't you want to push me into that stall? Don't you want to have
your way with me? I'll keep the uniform on. I know how much you like the
uniform."
Something about the face she was making, or how she said that so knowingly, I
couldn't handle it anymore. And months of putting up with this bitch and being
so sexually frustrated, it hurt... I just... I snapped. It was exactly what she
wanted.
I braced myself, trying one last time to hold back and failing completely. I
grabbed her shoulders and shook her. And that's all she needed. An invitation.
Now, keep with me, reader. Because shit is about to go down. She started
glowing. There was this purple light and it felt cold and sinister but I
couldn't get away because she had my arm clasped in her hand. It was a rock
solid grasp and I tried to get away, I really fucking did. But she smiled and
leaned up and kissed my neck and the spot still feels cold, to this day. After
that, she vanished and I didn't see her again until I was in bed that night.
Falling asleep was easy. Didn't think it would be, but I welcomed it, gladly.
Thinking maybe she was already done with me. It wasn't until after I was
drifting off that I felt something on my bed. I blinked into the darkness and
didn't see anything, but the bed felt like it was being pushed down, so I sat
up and peered harder and that's when she was there. You'd expect her in her
usual outfit. Wrong. Before me, on all fours, slowly making her way up my body,
was a woman who had the same face. She whipped her forked tail around like a
cat and her wings flapped. And don't stop reading just yet, we're getting to
the good part. The part that got me locked up in this fucking nut house to
begin with.
I tried screaming for help but nothing came out. She ran her hands up each leg
and massaged and spoke to me in a low hum.
"Oh, Dave. My beautiful, precious Dave." Her hand ran over my crotch and I
bucked my hips. I didn't want to but I couldn't help it. "It took you long
enough, but you're finally mine."
I gulped and told her to stop but it was weak sounding and I knew it wasn't
true. I wanted this to happen and I still can't remember when I went from being
completely horrified to wanting her almost as much as she obviously wanted my
sweet ass. So, I let her. I stopped struggling physically and mentally and she
knew the exact moment I gave up because flames engulfed her and she was
completely naked, straddling me.
She bent over and kissed the same part of my neck and I felt a gasp rip out of
my throat. She planted kisses all over my neck until she made it to my mouth
and I saw stars. Every movement took air out of my lungs and gasped for air as
she went back to nipping and licking my neck. She ground down hard and I ached
to get the thin fabric of my sheets out from between us.
"Yo, lemme... lemme just..." I breathed as I tugged on the sheet and she
whipped it off with a flap of her wings. I still couldn't believe any of this
was happening but everything was basically leading up to this, you know? She
turned and straddled me oppositeways and all I could smell was her musk. My
tongue darted out by its own damn self and I licked her entrance. She sighed
happily and sunk her mouth around me, sucking hard. It was hard concentrating
on eating her out while she was doing quite the number on me, but I was getting
just as much pleasure from fucking her with my tongue as she was getting her
mouth fucked by me.
A few moments of that lasted until she sat up, crawling off me, stroking my
dick the entire time, I'm still proud of myself for lasting as long as I did.
She then took my hands and I let her. She lifted them over my head and they
stuck to the wall. I still don't know how. I struggled against them but she
said she was in control so there was no use fighting it. She raked her nails
down my torso and I hated that I loved the feeling so much. I grunted and
closed my eyes and she dug in harder. My hips bucked up, wanting more friction,
more attention. She had neglected little Dave for too long. Straddling me
again, she lowered herself on me, just like the dream. But unlike the dream, it
was much more slick and ready and it felt amazing. My head rolled back and I
moaned deeply. She told me to look at her and I did, biting my lip and moving
with her. She used my stomach as grounding to thrust as hard as she could and
that was the second time that night I saw stars. She rolled her body and I was
mesmerized by how her breasts bonced and how serene her face was. Like she was
made for rocking my world. I wanted to reach up and caress her and nip at her
and suck on her but that isn't how Rose Lalonde does things. Instead, she
smoothed her hands up my torso and clutched at my neck. I began to panic but
the mixture of the fear and the ecstasy of climax made me... well.
Let's just say I exploded like fireworks on New Year's. She sat there, letting
me soften inside her and I got to experience a demon lose herself to pleasure.
She clutched at her other arm, pushing up her breasts, gistening with sweat.
She lowered her head but I could see her eyes scrunched shut as she bit her
lip. I felt her shake as the waves of pleasure ran through her and I swear to
God. As I write this before you. I got hard again, inside her.
She slipped me out of her and I watched my cum ooze out and I should've been
disgusted, but she lapped it up like a dog in heat and, yeah, I was ready for
round two. This time, she let my hands go, something about how she trusted me
to finish what I started, and she turned around and bent over.
"Don't leave a girl waiting, David." She cooed and I got up on my knees,
without even thinking twice. I grabbed her hips and I rammed into her. She
yelped in pleasure and I lost control of myself after that. Looking back, I
know the only reason she let my hands go free was because she had completely
synced our souls. Not that demons have souls, but you know what I mean. She was
driving me. I was in the backseat of my own body, just feeling everything
around me and watching it unfold. I watched as I bent over and grabbed her tits
from behind, massaging them. I watched as she detached us, laying on her back
with her legs up. I watched as I entered her again, her head lolling back, huge
smile on her face as she relished in everything. I came a second time that
night and slumped over her. She pet my head and told me I did better than she
expected. That she picked the right one.
That night repeated over and over again. She fucked my brains out, exactly like
she said she would. I didn't know why she wanted to or why me until it was too
late. That first time I touched her, she had taken claim to my mortal soul. As
cliche as that sounds, she had say in what happened to me after I die. And that
meant eating me. Sucking every part of my essence out. I couldn't work anymore,
because I would get urges at any time she wanted me to. I hardly ate, I hardly
slept. But I didn't care, either. I only wanted to have sex with this beautiful
devil. I wanted her to take every part of me and that is exactly what I was
chosen. I was the exact type of person who would be just as obsessed with her
as she was of me. It makes my soul tasty, I'm guessing. whatever. It's over
with now.
And that is where the past meets the present, I'm afraid. Concerned friends and
family brought me here where I am getting psychological help but it's too late.
I know it is. Rose knows it is. She has most of me, already. Red eyes aren't a
natural eye color. They aren't even a natural deformity for humans. I have
contracted with a demon. The contract was sealed the first time I came inside
her. It was reissued every time after that. Every kiss was a small snack for
her and now she's just waiting until I waste away. I am too, you know. I have
no idea what will happen to me after I actually die. She won't tell me. Says
it's a surprise. But, I tell you what, if that surprise is spending the rest of
eternity banging the fuck out of her.
Well... Let's just say, here's to hoping. Right, babe?
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