Dorian’s Deal – Caysee

Continuation of Dorian’s Deal. Apparently, he hasn’t learned his lesson yet.

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“God dammit,” Dorian said, sitting up in bed and rubbing his eyes.

He’d woken in the middle of the night, in the middle of a sexy dream, and hadn’t been able to finish it. Why did every fantasy dream have to end with the woman he was having sex with turning and showing him her face, the face of Tatiana his sister?

“It’s all your goddamn fault,” he muttered, shaking his fist at the sky, where the succubus could not possibly be. But it felt weird to shake his fist at the floor for some reason. What was weirder was the silent game of chicken he was engaged in with his sister. Ever since he’d snuck into her room and stuck his finger in her pussy and she’d come on him with a pillow over her face, and he’d then gone back to his room and jerked off with that same hand, she’d taken to staring intensely at him every time they were in the same room. He avoided her gaze, but she hadn’t let up, and he knew something was going to have to give eventually. Today, he decided, he’d do something about it. But first, he needed to nut like crazy. He turned on his side, facing the wall, and pulled up an erotica site on his phone. Try as he might, he couldn’t help looking in the incest section once again. He’d turn the porn on, except he didn’t want any noise, and he just couldn’t watch with the sound off. Several pages into a filthy daddy-daughter story, he was touching himself when he clicked the power button on the phone and turned over, looking for the source of some noise.

“The fuck…?”

Nothing, his door was closed. Not locked… but closed. He let out a deep breath; he was getting paranoid. He turned back on his side and lay there, finally falling asleep again.

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“Alright, goddammit. Enough’s enough.”

Dorian was twenty-three, and old enough to buy liquor. He drove to the state-run liquor store after work one day, and bought a bottle of Smirnoff vodka, and some flavor shots to make it look reasonably like he was going to be mixing drinks. And he might try that, but the plan was simpler for now. The federal holiday came, and their parents were hosting a barbecue. Everything else went like normal but, anticipating that Tatiana was going to be up to her usual weirdness, he poured some of the vodka into an old medicine bottle and carried it with him, until he got a chance to spike her drink. With people all over the house and the backyard, it took awhile, but he finally saw his chance when his sister got caught up in a rousing comparison of Loki memes. One spike, and then a “refill” after she’d gotten another cup of punch, and then he made one final round before going to the restroom. He’d planned on waiting until everyone left, and the cleanup was done to corner her and start laying in with questions, but this was quickly interrupted when he went to the restroom. He did his business, and just as he was washing his hands, his sister opened the door.

“Hey, someone’s in here, dweeb!” he said.

“Well, now there’s TWO someones in here,” she said pointedly.

“What the hell is wrong with you, get out-”

“Oh come on, I’ve been waiting to catch you alone like this, with mom and dad distracted,” she said, barring the doorway with her body and closing the door behind her.

“I swear I locked that door,” he said.

“You might have,” she said, twirling the little indoor-knob key that their parents kept on the top of the doorframe, just in case.

“Alright… you know what? Fine. I was meaning to wait until everyone left to do this, but since you’re doing this, I’m gonna call it out right now. You’ve been really goddamn weird lately.”

“What do you meeeeean?” she said, almost slurring a little, leaning forward and letting him catch a small glimpse of her cleavage.

“I mean creepy-staring at me all the time. Every time we’re in the same room, you’re always staring right at me, never smiling, like you’re glaring almost. It’s strange, even for you. Every single day, the last twelve days-”

“Well gee, I wonder what happened twelve days ago that might have changed something between us.”

“Wh- what are you talking about?”

But he was busted, and he knew it. He knew the number of days, and he knew what happened, and she knew that if he didn’t, he wouldn’t have been so sure about the exact number.

“Dorian, I’m not crazy. You don’t just hallucinate your brother coming into your room and finger-fucking you after your parents complain about the noise when you throw your vibrator at the door because the fucking batteries decided to die at the wrong moment. Especially when it was the best orgasm I ever had, that you gave me.”

The world tilted on its axis; although none of the people chattering out in the house seemed to notice, Dorian put a hand on the wall to steady himself.

“Look… alright, it was a mistake, I admit it. It was messed up, and I shouldn’t have done it. It was a dare! I swear I’ll never-”

“A dare? Really? That’s what we’re going with?” Tatiana backed him into a corner of the bathroom. “You snap a grainy picture of your sister on the toilet, on a dare. You record her singing in the shower, on a dare. You pour a glass of water on her white shirt in front of the guys, on a dare. You don’t goddamn stick your finger in her and put a hand over her mouth and bring her off into a fucking geyser, on a random-ass dare!”

“It was… from the internet. 4chan.”

She scoffed, looking disgusted. “Typical spineless weaksauce. I should have known it was too good to be true.”

“What… exactly were you expecting to have happen here?” Dorian said after a long pause.

“Nevermind, you’re clearly just a worthless scripture-whipped coward like all the other men in this state.”

“You take that back!”

“Bite me, coward. I bet you can’t even sink your teeth in, it’s too edgy for you. You really are worthless, you clearly don’t have what I want after all. I can’t believe you got all the shitty genes in the family.”

The insult spurred him to action, and he grabbed her as she turned to the door to leave, and spun her around back against the wall. “What- do- you- want,” he ground through gritted teeth.

“What every girl wants when she really feels like a guy likes her. I wanted to *make out*.”

Her head slumped forward in disappointment, lip quivering with what Dorian had seen often enough to recognize as the beginning of her ugly-cry tears when she’d been punished for various infractions over the years, particularly getting her phone taken away. This was a disaster waiting to happen; Tatiana was not known for being a good liar, and if her inhibitions were lowered with all the alcohol, and people asked her why she was crying- there was only one way out of this. She had to get what she wanted.

Goddamn succubus! Those were the only words in Dorian’s head as he leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers. She knew this moment was coming, he was sure. The pact was fulfilled, but she still had influence. There were worse prices for getting a hot random woman to go on a date, and get laid afterwards, he told himself dimly: kissing another woman – she was a woman, Dorian couldn’t help but notice. She smelled like one, had filled out nicely at the end of her teenage years, especially after she’d gotten serious about trying for a modeling career and had started counting calories and working out. Any man would want to make out with her, but there was just that one fly in the ointment; he was the only man who shouldn’t ever get to actually do so. Her eyes traveled up to meet his, slowed with shock and disbelief. Then some part of her brain kicked into gear, and she pulled him closer with her arms around his neck, trying to shove her tongue down his throat. They were both more enthusiastic than experienced about it, but neither of them seemed to care.

After a few minutes someone knocked on the door.

“Hey Tatiana! I saw you go in there a little bit ago, have you seen your brother?” It was one of their parents’ friends. “I wanted to tell him let him know about the church fundraiser coming up before he got his schedule all full.”

Both of their eyes opened wide, and he stepped back instinctively. He shook his head.

“Uh… uhm, no, I haven’t! I’ll go find him in a minute.”

“Thanks! Don’t worry, I’ll figure out where he’s hiding. The Lord works in mysterious ways, and I know some of them. Haha!”

Dorian swallowed hard, looking her in the face. She got a sly look, and turned to go.

“So, you come here often?” she said, mimicking one of the cheesiest lines they had both made fun of in movies.

He glared at her in mock indignation. “Please, that’s the dumbest-”

“Better make sure you get all that lipstick off,” she said.

“Come on, you think I’m gonna fall for that nonsense? I thought you said that was the cheap stuff that rubbed off.”

“I might be wearing the cheap stuff for a backyard barbecue. Pay attention, bro, you spiked your own drink, too; your judgment is clouded.”

He had taken a nip of it, to steady his nerves, but how did she know-

“Hey, he just slipped into the bathroom! Wait a minute and you can catch him…” she said to the person down the hall who’d been asking.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuccccccckkkkk!” the little voice screamed in the back of his head.

He was going to have to face a family friend, head full of the sight and sound and smell of kissing his sister, knowing how wrong it was and what that church which hosted the fundraiser taught about where he was going for it all, the whole time he talked about it. That bitch wanted war? She was going to get war, and he was going to step up his game, because she had just won the first battle; he saw in the mirror that there really was lipstick on his mouth, and he’d have to make damn sure it wasn’t there when he walked out, and furthermore that his face wasn’t too flushed from washing and scrubbing. And while he waited and dried, he’d have nothing but her to think about, and how much he was going to enjoy imploding her world.

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Well, if this was going to happen, he might as well get something out of it. The constant staring had turned into a knowing glance, and a gloating smirk every time he walked into the room with her. Cheeky brat. What would she do if he told their parents she had a vibrator? She was an adult, sure, but their parents had been very clear about tools of Satan in the house. It was the nuclear option, but this was war after all.

“Mom, can I talk to you?” Dorian said, when they were alone.

“Sure honey, what’s up?”

“So, uh, I don’t know how to tell you this.”

“Come on, I’m your mom. You can tell me anything.”

No, he couldn’t. But he forged onward.

“Tatiana’s got a vibrator.”

“What!? Don’t be ridiculous.”

“I saw it with my own eyes, mom.”

“How?” she asked, suspicion deeply written on her face.

“I thought she took something of mine, so I went snooping. I’m not proud of it, mom. And she didn’t have my charging cable, it was in my bag the whole time. But I swear to you, she’s got a vibrator.”

His mother sighed. “Listen, honey… keep this to yourself, alright? Your father and I talked about this. He doesn’t like it, but he’s agreed to let me take charge of keeping Tatiana out of trouble with boys, whatever I decide it takes. You know how they are – well, if she gets her nerves worked out somewhere else, she’ll be more resistant to the advances of those ungodly little minions of the devil. We preach it all the time, but you know there’s always a few who are weak to temptations of the flesh.”

Closer than she thought. But he couldn’t say that, either.

“I bought it for her, for emergencies,” she continued. “But don’t tell your father. We agreed it would be up to me, and I would handle it my way. As long as he doesn’t see it, he doesn’t have to pass judgment. And as long as she doesn’t get pregnant, we don’t have to marry her off, as one of the earthly wages of sin, to an unworthy sinner.”

Holy shit. Well, that shot his plan down in flames, unless he wanted his whole family to erupt in chaos. That was too much for a little petty revenge. This was war, but he wanted to emerge unscathed.

“Uh… alright, mom.”

“Your father’s in charge of you. You still do whatever he says, you hear?”

“Yes, mother.”

Which meant no porn, and no masturbating. His father was very much by the Book… yes, that Book. The Sex Talk had made it very clear where his expectations were set. So, this was what a double-standard felt like.

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Another conjunction was coming, so Dorian figured he’d try the ritual again. If it didn’t work, then fine; but he’d summoned her once, so maybe it would be easier this time, even if this wasn’t one of the listed options in the book; a lunar eclipse came, right in the middle of the day. He locked his door and got started. Candles, incantation, smoke. It formed the dark features of the demon in his room.

“Dorian, old friend.”

“You’re the old one, Ovidia. And we’re not friends.”

“Tch. No romance, the youth today. We help each other, no? In old times, this makes us friends.”

“You made me jill off my sister, and now she’s spying on me. She cornered me at the party recently, and I had to pay a price to keep her from telling someone about what happened.”

The succubus sighed happily. “You took deal. You agreed to price.”

“I didn’t know you’d really push me at my sister! That’s so wrong.”

“Did not feel so wrong, to wear her juices on your dick afterwards, did it, as you touch yourself?”

“Oh, so, so wrong.”

“And yet you dream about it for weeks. Wake up with boner. Silly word! I like it.”

“…shut up. That’s not the point. The point is, you got me into this mess, and I want a better deal. As long as I have to handle my sister like this, I want something from you.”

“She give you all you want. Just ask.”

“No, goddammit. That’s not where this is going. I don’t want to be cast out of my home state cult and have nowhere to go. I know, I shouldn’t have sex outside of marriage, but- it’s too late for that. I want to get something good out of this situation, and you’re going to help me.”

“You know there is price.”

“I’m already paying the price.”

“You already make deal. Is price for past service. I give you new price.”

“Like what?”

“You do for sister like do for self. Go find woman, hmm? Like weeks ago. Then, Tatiana, you give her heart’s desire as well.”

Well, what the hell. He could talk her down from stupid shit before, he just had to put some work in. He’d done it before, even if she was getting a bit pushier in her adult age. And it’s not like she wasn’t going to be asking for it already, now that she knew she could get him to make out with her.

“But again, nobody can ever know, and I can end it any time,” Dorian stipulated. “If it gets too much, I’m out. ”

“Once debt is settled, end can be made by either,” Ovidia agreed. “We aim to collect debt, I call Dorian, or you call Ovidia. Shake?”

Dorian reached for her hand; he couldn’t grasp it, because she wasn’t physically there, but she dissipated and her eyes turned red. It was sealed.

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“That one.”

Dorian was browsing through online dating sites, looking for the hottest chicks in a twenty-mile radius. He found one he liked.

“Ovidia, I want her. A date, with the full girlfriend experience afterwards. And by that, I mean hot sex and a load of my cum on her face.”

“Sister want date, too. You provide.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll take her to the state fair. It’ll be fine.”

Ovidia gazed at him, eyes shining red out of the corner of his eye.

“We are agreed. Take photo, add to… account. Is right word? Yes. New, this is. Use setting sun.”

“I just post a photo of myself in a sunset?”

“And then, talk. Send… message. Not by horse. You know how.”

He frowned. “Of course.”

So over the course of a few weeks, he snapped a selfie in front of a spectacular evening sun, posted it on his profile, and then messaged the girl a few days later.

‘Hey there cutie. I’m sure you get that a lot, but you didn’t write anything on your profile, so I don’t have much to go off of. But if you’re free this Friday, I can promise you a night unlike any you’ve had before. By which I mean, I’ll let you talk about anything you want, including the idiots who can’t tell wordplay apart from the word “pray”. Limited time offer! Act now, etc. etc. insert floppy inflatable advertiser thing here.’

He sent it, figuring he’d have to do this a few times before he got an answer, so he turned to play his video games. At some point, he took a bathroom break, and when he came back he checked his inbox. Surprisingly, she’d messaged him back.

‘You know what’s weird? Guys who don’t like seafood. You want to take me out on Friday, and hide from all the weirdos?’

Dorian laughed incredulously. “Oh my god, I can’t believe this. I guess sometimes you just have to ask, because you never know when someone is going to say yes.”

He resisted the urge to respond immediately, went back to his game, but couldn’t quite concentrate on it. An hour later he paused and wrote her again.

‘I’d love to shelter in a Red Lobster with you and trade shrimp-hater survival tips. Where should I pick you up?’

He let out a deep breath. Was he really going to meet this lovely woman? Or was he getting catfished? Only one way to know.

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He didn’t hear back for days, until Friday morning in fact. He’d all but resigned himself to being passed over, as he had been all through high school. But, in a survey to test if he was a glutton for punishment, he found that he would, in fact, check his messages before work on the off chance she’d responded. It turns out, she had.

‘Hey, if you’re still willing to brave the deadly streets, here’s my address for tonight. Let me know what time to be ready.’

“Fuck yes!” Dorian said. He thought quickly; he didn’t want to eat too late, and she probably wouldn’t either.

‘Six PM. I’ll bring an extra taser for you.’

He called in a reservation for 6:30 as he drove to work, and floated through his day, hardly noticing a single thing that happened, but his boss didn’t yell at him so he figured it couldn’t have been too bad. Five o’clock came, he rushed home and showered, put on his best slacks and a button-up shirt, gave his shoes a quick layer of polish, and headed out to the address she’d given him. He parked on the street, got out, and rang the doorbell.

“Yeah?” the girl said as she opened the door, looking him over coldly.

“Well that’s a fine how-do-you-do for a guy who’s gonna show you the finest bunkers in town,” Dorian said, winking.

“What are you… oh. One second. Caysee! Some weirdo’s here to talk to you!” she called over her shoulder.

“…ah. And you’re her sister.” He looked closer, frowning. She wasn’t wearing makeup, but now he could tell she wasn’t even old enough to be the woman he’d seen in the profile. But she was the spitting image, and he hadn’t known the name to ask.

“Cherise. Don’t get any ideas.”

“You’re too young anyway.”

“Hey fuck you, I’m sixteen.”

“Like I said, not interested. I’ll be-”

“Oh my god, Cheri, what are you doing!?” Caysee said, bounding around the corner.

“This guy thought I was you,” Cherise said, sticking her tongue out. “You still have the worst taste.”

“You don’t even know him! You’re dressed in my clothes again, don’t be such a you-know-what. Ugh. Sisters!” Caysee said, rolling her eyes as Cherise went back to her room or something. “Wish I’d been an only child. I hope she didn’t bother you too much.”

“I have a sister myself, I understand. Nothing I can’t handle. She’ll be sorry for being mean in a couple years,” Dorian grinned.

“Huh. Maybe. I can spread a rumor she was dumped by her boyfriend for being too clingy, that’ll tank her Prom dreams.”

“Ah, that’s a bit harsh. Save that for a real crime.”

“You’re right. I’ll wait until she steals my car to go out with her friends again. What name’s the table under?”

“Dorian,” he said, laughing at the clever inquiry.

“I guess you heard, I’m Caysee. Not meaning to be too forward, but I’m starving.”

“Yeah, long week for me, I am too.”

“It’s just, I’m not great company when I’m hangry, I’ve learned. I’d hate to make a bad first impression.”

“Not to worry, we’re here to talk about all the pushy guys you meet on dating sites. It’s not a date, it’s a therapy session.”

“Oh, that’s right, I’m paying you for this aren’t I?” she giggled. “How much do you charge?”

“Let’s see what kind of value I bring you, shall we? Then we’ll talk about what it’s worth.”

“My, how progressive,” she grinned back at him.

He held the car door for her and she made a small show of being appreciative. They drove to the restaurant and got seated. He stole glances at her as they looked over the meal. Her hair was done up in a wavy punk-rock sort of style, and she had a tight t-shirt and a short ruffled skirt to match.

“What can I get you to drink?” the waiter said. “Care for a glass of wine?”

Caysee looked up at Dorian for the briefest moment, then shook her head. “I’m more of a shots kind of girl, I think,” she said.

“You think?” Dorian cocked his head to the side slightly.

“Well, I haven’t tried everything yet. There’s a lot of everything to try! I like a nice Kentucky bourbon, I know that for sure.”

“No wine today,” Dorian said to the waiter. “Just water for me.”

“Same,” Caysee said.

“So let’s get serious for a second. Very important questions,” Dorian said, giving her his best very-serious-but-actually-not face.

“Such as?”

“How many exits are there? When the fish haters attack, we need a strategy.”

Her eyes tightened in amusement. “Only one worth considering is the front door. The haters will be here for the fish, but we can slip out before they’re done ruining all the food.”

“The direct approach. I like it.”

“Why, what do *you* do when the mob shows up?”

“I channel the energy of an angry black woman and shame them into walking right back out, and paying for my evening for the trouble.”

Caysee looked him up and down with a lopsided grin. “How many times has that worked?”

“None. They all know better than to interrupt my dinner, so I’ve never done it,” Dorian said.

“Where were you during my twenty-first birthday party?” she said wistfully.

“Well, what day was your birthday?”

“April fifth.”

“I was not saving the nuclear launch codes from falling into the wrong hands. Officially,” he winked. “Fifth… hmm… oh yeah, just a nice calm weekend helping my bud change out some spark plugs.”

“Oh, you’re good with your hands are you?”

“I get the job done, guaranteed,” Dorian deadpanned.

The whole meal went much the same way, nothing particularly standing out as good or bad, but just a pleasant meal with an attractive woman who got his jokes, if not laughed at every one of them. This was a modest success.

“I don’t think the mob is coming tonight. Shall we go get some shots?” Dorian said.

“Sure,” she said quickly.

They went to a pool hall which Dorian knew had a bar, and played a few rounds and had a few drinks. She was terrible, had never played before, and was a bit drunk.

“Heyyyyy, I just remembered… my neighbor is out of town and asked me ta look in on his dogs. His puppies. His floofs! You mind driving me over by there for a minute?”

“Oh sure, I love dogs, they probably need some play time.”

“Oh well sure, I mean… yeah if you want to.”

He drove back towards her house and she pointed down another street.

“Here, park here,” she said, indicating a grassy spot off a road where the lot had no sidewalks and the grass just went right up to the asphalt.

He pulled over into the grass, and they went through a small gate into the back yard, where Caysee found a hide-a-key and unlocked the back door. She let the dogs out of the kennel and let them play in the yard, gave them some food, and Dorian played frisbee fetch with them for a little bit. Once, he threw a frisbee from each hand at once, and both dogs chased one in different directions in the yard.

“Wow you really are good with your hands,” she said.

“That’s nothing, our family has had dogs for years, we played frisbee all the time.”

“Still. Why don’t you come inside? I’ve got something else I can use your help with.”

“OK, let me go wash my hands, then.”

There was dog drool on the frisbees, and he hoped he knew what she was after, with them being here alone. When he got back, she had turned the TV on and started playing back a show recording. It was a show about cruise trips.

“Look at this. Cruises are the best. You can get a massage and everything! I want a massage so bad.”

“That’s what you want my hands for? You want a massage?”

“Ooh, do you do those? That’s not what I meant, but…”

“I can give it a shot. Who knows, I’m probably good at it.”

“Oh yes please!”

She took her shirt off without a moment’s hesitation.

“Uhm… this is what you do, right? I have to take my shirt off, don’t I?”

“I’m pretty sure it is. In fact, I’m pretty sure you have to take all your clothes off for a professional massage, and they give you a sheet or a towel.”

“Let me go see, I bet they have towels.”

And they did, much to his delight.

“Turn around,” she said. “No peeking!”

He stood up off the couch and turned around. He heard her clothes hitting the floor and couldn’t help but get hard just imagining the view behind him right that second.

“OK, you can look now.”

She had laid down on the floor with one towel strategically covering her ass, and one underneath her breasts on the floor. Dorian got down on one knee and started gently working the muscles in her back and shoulders.

“Anything hurt? Any tight spots?” he asked.

“I don’t know… I don’t think so. Maybe I just want some attention on my body. I work hard for this, someone needs to appreciate it.”

“Oh I’m sure plenty of people appreciate it, just check your inbox amirite?”

“Hmph. Not like that.”

“So, what do you mean then? Like, appreciated but not objectified or something?”

“Maybe. I think so.”

“Well, I definitely appreciate how you take care of your own body.”

She flopped her head the other way to look at him out of the corner of her eye. “Ack!”

“Oh, does that tickle?”

“Hehehehe stooooop,” she twitched as he probed a spot on her side.

“OK, I’ll leave that alone. You good on the back?”

“Yeah. Should I turn over?”

“Only if you want your front to be appreciated.”

“But that’s my good side?”

“Liar, that is not your butt side.”

“That’s not what I said!”

“Isn’t it?”

“Jerk. You’re mean. I thought you weren’t going to be like all those guys.”

“I’m just helping you get in touch with how you really feel. Isn’t that what you wanted?”

“I’m not sure what I wanted,” she said, turning over, pulling the towels into place over her groin and chest as she did.

“But I do,” Ovidia said, materializing into the room through the floor.

‘Can she see you?’ Dorian said silently, only forming the shapes of the words with his mouth.

“No, can’t hear, can’t see. I’m not here, except… inside you.”

Dorian cocked his head at her in confusion, but shook his head, knowing if he said anything out loud the whole thing would get crazy really fast.

“We talk later. Now is time for doing. Take the charge. Touch her as you do before, and then, once all skin has been touched, remove towels.”

He did exactly has she said, rubbing gently over every inch of exposed skin. Then he pulled the towel back from her breasts by running his hands straight up her stomach and under the cloth and let it slide on the back of his hands, up towards her neck. She gasped, pulling her hands to cover her nipples, eyes wide in shock.

“Wh-what are you doing!?” she said.

“You wanted to be appreciated. I’m appreciating you. You’re beautiful, you know.”

She blinked rapidly several times. “You… really think so?”

“Oh, yes. You’re gorgeous.”

“And you… want to touch me?”

“If that’s OK.”

She bit her lip, then nodded, letting her hands fall away. “Be gent-OH!”

His palms found her nipples and rubbed across them, making little circles and then letting them trail between his fingers as he drew his hands down to her stomach again, then further south.

“I- but- you-” she stammered. “Mmmmm, that feels good!”

He worked his way further down, then tore away the towel covering her pelvis.

“Nyaah! Wait! What are you-!”

“You did not want this to be appreciated?” Dorian said, looking at her with mock confusion.

“W-well. That’s. I mean…”

He ran his fingers down into the cleft of her thighs, making her shiver and her legs parted.

“Just say stop if you want me to stop,” he said.

“N-no…”

“No, don’t stop, or no I don’t want-”

“Oh! Don’t stop! But you couldn’t possibly appreciate-”

“Now,” said the succubus, “Offer to let her feel touch of the tongue.”

“On the contrary, I can. And I’ll bet my tongue will appreciate it even more,” Dorian said.

She sat up suddenly, a wild look in her eyes. “There’s only one way to truly appreciate that.”

She embraced him and pulled him down on top of her, kissing him passionately. He continued appreciating her breasts and nipples with his fingers, and she moaned into him hard, shuddering.

“Get up,” she said, pushing him away abruptly.

He stood, keeping his face passive. She stood and started undressing him; his clothes joined hers on the carpet floor in short order. She sank to her knees and trailed her tongue down from his belly button to his thigh, then over to the base of his cock and licked side to side as she traveled back up it to the top. She stopped and looked up at him, breathing on the head of his cock with her mouth open. She kissed the tip slowly, took a tiny bit in.

Ovidia snapped her fingers, breaking him out of the silent reverie for a moment.

“God, you’re sexy,” he said.

She smiled widely, then took him into her mouth. He finally started breathing again, groaning with a deep pleasure that shot through him from the core outwards.

“Mmm, you like that?” she teased.

“Fuck yes, I do,” he said.

“Then you’re gonna love this.”

She started stroking his cock with one hand, following the motion with her mouth, taking him a little deeper each time. Before too long, he was dripping with her spit. His breath hitched every time she hit the bottom of her stroke, and he moaned a little when she pulled all the way back up.

“Now I think you can appreciate this,” she said, lying back and lifting her legs to give him a full view of her pussy. “Don’t keep a girl waiting.”

Dorian didn’t need to be told twice. He mounted her right there in the living room floor, curtains open to the world, although there was no one to see in through the privacy fence other than the dogs that just sat there staring. Dorian wasn’t bothered; he knew dogs would hump anything and everything, so they weren’t judging him, and they wouldn’t tell a soul.

“Hnnngh, you’re so big inside me,” she groaned.

“It’s not that I’m big, it’s that you’re so tight,” Dorian countered.

“It’s both,” she replied with a grin.

“Damn, you’re so wet, too,” he said.

“It’s those strong hands. If you weren’t so… fuck! King! Good! Aaaurgh!”

He started thrusting in earnest now that he felt they were both warmed up. This was exactly what he’d been hoping for.

“Damn, you’re too sensational. I can’t last like this.”

“Don’t come inside me, you can come anywhere just not inside.”

“Sit up,” he commanded.

He grabbed a hand and pushed her up and down on his shaft with one of her hands while one of his did the same. In moments, he erupted, spraying her face and chest with white liquidy goodness.

“Hmmm…. you sure know how to show a girl a good time,” she said, trailing it around her nipples with a finger.

“There’s more where that came from,” he said.

“Now, let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” she said, getting up and going into one of the bathrooms to get cleaned up.

She came back a bit more composed, quickly put on her clothing, and led him out. He had sensed a shift in the mood and gotten dressed as well, and followed her out the back.

“This was fun. Maybe we’ll talk again sometime.”

“I’d like that.”

She leaned in to kiss him, then turned and walked down the street towards her house. But something about her tone had said, no, never again.

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Emilee had ghosted on him, too. One day, bubbly and cheerful and friendly, the next – just gone. He hadn’t gotten his car fixed where he’d run into hers, either, but there wasn’t really anything wrong with it so he wasn’t as upset about that as he was that she wasn’t returning his messages. After a few weeks, he had given up. So now he’d found someone else to sate his appetite, but she had been a one-time thing also. The succubus got him the hook-up, but she never set the stage for anything that lasted. Except for her own part of the bargain, which-

“Is time.”

Dorian groaned. “Do I have to?”

“No.”

“Really!?”

“Alternate is, whole spark.”

“You can’t have my soul!”

“Then, yes, have to.”

He made a long-suffering groan.

His sister’s voice came through the door. “What’s the matter, dork? Lose your game again?”

Ovidia pointed.

“Hey, come in here a sec,” Dorian said, scowling at the succubus.

Tatiana stuck her head in carefully, looking around straight past the succubus. Dorian waved her in, and she came.

“Close the door. I guess we ought to get some things straight between us. Considering everything.”

She looked at him, searching with a frown of concentration.

“…thirty minutes. My room. Leave your phone.”

“Uh… what?”

“Meet me there. Or don’t. Those are my terms.”

He shrugged. “OK.”

She left, and he rubbed his face for a minute, then went back to his video games. After a little bit, Ovidia snapped her fingers in front of his eyes.

“Alright, alr- oh, hey, it’s almost been thirty minutes.”

He got up, and Ovidia pointed to his dresser.

“Exactly there? A few inches left?” he said sarcastically, putting his phone down there.

Ovidia crooked a finger, and vanished through the wall into the hallway. He opened his door to see Tatiana standing with her hand raised to knock, with a weird expression on her face. She looked over at the phone on his dressed.

“Who were you talking to?” she said.

“My imaginary friend, obviously?”

She shook her head, noticed that the phone’s screen was off, then smirked. “He’s not THAT small.”

His mouth dropped open. It took him the whole walk to her room to figure out what she was talking about.

“Hey now, I’ll have you know-”

She pointed to their parents’ door, just down the hall. Meaning, don’t talk about your cock overtly where they can hear. He glared at the back of her head. She shut the door behind him and gestured for him to sit on the bed. Ovidia floated in from somewhere and made as if to sit on Tatiana’s dresser.

“So. You go first,” Tatiana said.

“I feel like I should have a speech all prepared now, for some reason. But I don’t. So, well… we kinda crossed a line the other day. And uh, before that. There could be consequences. I figured we should talk about what that means, for both of us. I have, you know, concerns. But I figure you do, too. If you want to share them, feel free.”

Her head drooped, and she rubbed at her eye. “I have an apology to make, then. All this time, I thought you were setting me up. Like, you were going to catch me in some embarrassing confession and ruin my life. You post the wrong video to the internet these days, you never come back from it. Instant death.”

“That’s why you wanted to do this in your room?”

She nodded, sniffling. “Any hint that I want to…”

“Kiss your brother?”

She nodded again. “Not quite the word I had in mind, but yeah. Even the perception or suggestion of something and I’m toast. I’ll never live it down.”

“…leaving aside the word you mean there, let’s stay on the topic of consequences. I’d rather avoid them too.”

“And still on that subject, you said you took a dare. What’s going on with that?”

“Yeah, naturally you’d have some concerns there. Let me just say, no living person knows the real truth about us.”

Ovidia didn’t count as alive, did she? I mean, she didn’t even have a body, and no one else could see her. Technically, she WAS his imaginary friend, for all purposes he could figure.

“But you won’t tell me about it?”

He sighed. “I made a bet. I put down a lot of money. If I didn’t follow through, I’d lose it all.”

“And how would they know that you did or didn’t do it?”

“They have a… behavioral specialist. Just looking at me, she’d know if I was lying. We had a video chat.”

Which, technically, was true as far as he knew.

“They?”

“Well, I only know about her.”

“But they told you to do that. What do they know about us? Do they live here? Could they identify us?”

“No, they’re not from around here. I don’t think they’d know how to contact anyone we know.”

As far as he knew, there was no way for her to send a message across that divide. But it was a very thin technicality, and based on a number of dangerous assumptions, like, the probability that if the succubus hadn’t done something already, that she couldn’t in the future.

“You don’t think?”

“Look, if you start going down the what-if path, you can get yourself into a very dark place. I’m choosing to believe that it can still be OK.”

She nodded. “Makes sense, I guess. So the question now is, now what?”

“Yeah, exactly. We can’t change what happened. But we can choose where we go from here.”

She hugged her knees. “Do you regret it? If you could go back and do it differently, would you?”

“If I knew what I know now, of course I would. I’d buy a lottery ticket.”

She frowned angrily at him. “That’s not-”

“-what you meant, I know. I was trying to give myself another moment to think about it. But I keep coming back to the conclusion that I don’t know, because the most important thing is what hasn’t happened yet, the things in our future. It could be great. It could be terrible.”

She put her head on her knees. “Tell me about the great part.”

He swallowed nervously. “Well, I don’t get to decide all of that. Some of it is up to you. What do you want to happen?”

“Let’s start with you first. What do YOU want to happen?”

“I want to feel like I really lived my life. I don’t want to reach the end and have regrets.”

“What does that mean, exactly?”

“I want to have meaningful relationships in my life. Real family. Not this walking-on-eggshells bullshit I do around dad, because The Bible says we’re not allowed to have fun. I distinctly remember something about repenting and being forgiven, so what does it matter if I make a few mistakes along the way? How do I not explore and figure out the gifts I’ve been given?”

“Like that parable we were taught in Sunday School,” she said. “With the three brothers.”

“Which one?”

“You know, where the father gives his sons some money. Two of them invest in different kinds of business, and one of them buries the money because he’s afraid of losing it in a bad deal, and disappointing his father. But it turns out that was the most disappointing thing he could have done with it.”