A Devilish Temptation

Warning:

The following story will focus primarily on the play and consumption of human waste including feces and urine. If these topics do not interest you, I would not recommend you read further. If you do, however, continue to read then do not rate this story poorly due to its contents alone. Although, constructive criticism and comments are appreciated.

All characters are fictional and over the age of 18.

Author’s Note:

Taking a short break from The College Sluts, I thought I would write a story different than a lot of my other works. At the suggestion of one of my readers, this story includes more fantasy elements with the inclusion of succubi and futanari. I realize that this is not something everyone is into, but I wanted to try something new. Hopefully you enjoy!

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Chapter 1

“Fuck, come on!” Amber swore, turning the key in her ignition for the fourth time, “Work you fucking piece of shit!” After giving the steering wheel a hard slap, however, the car’s engine sputtered and died. Grabbing her bag from the passenger’s seat, she swung open the door and stumbled out onto the pavement. “I don’t have time for this,” she shouted, kicking the tire before jogging through the parking lot of her apartment complex to the street.

She thought sleeping in was the worst of it, but Amber’s morning had been one problem after another. First, she missed her alarm, then her shower didn’t have any hot water, and now her car wouldn’t start. Running in her office clothes in the California heat, Amber could feel the sweat already drenching her body before she even made it to the end of her block.

It was all in vain, though, as she made it to the bus stop just in time to see the bus speed past. “Are you fucking kidding me!” Amber screamed, unconcerned with who Amber be viewing her breakdown. Slumping on the bench with defeat, she pulled out her phone and figured out when the next bus would come: 15 minutes. Switching apps, she quickly typed in Stephanie’s number from memory.

“Amber, where the hell are you?” the girl picked up only seconds later whispering into the phone.

“Hey Steph,” Amber put her head in her hands, wincing, “I’m going to be late today, can you cover for me?”

“Going to be late? Amber, you were supposed to punch in fifteen minutes ago. You’re already late. When are you going to be here?” Stephanie replied angrily.

“Um… like fifteen minutes.”

“Another fifteen minutes?!”

“Probably more like twenty. Twenty-five tops, I promise,” Amber lied, knowing it would definitely be longer.

“Jesus Christ Amber, you’re almost thirty and yet you still can’t show up to work on time?” Stephanie was angry, but not surprised. The two women had been friends since they were little; she was more than familiar with Amber’s habit of being late.

“I’m 27, the same age as you,” Amber grumbled.

“Yeah, and I’m at work like a responsible adult!”

“My car wouldn’t start, OK? Otherwise, I would have been there!” Amber protested, intentionally omitting the fact that, had her car started, she still would’ve been late.

“I told you not to buy such a piece of junk car,” Stephanie remarked.

“And I told you that I couldn’t afford a better car.”

“Just-” Stephanie paused, taking a breath, “Just get here as soon as possible, OK? I’ll try to cover for you but I’m not making any promises.”

“Thanks, you’re the best friend ever,” Amber let out a sigh of relief, “I’ll be there soon.”

“You better be.”

“The bus is here, I got to go,” Amber lied, trying to end the conversation as soon as possible. Hanging up her phone, she shoved it back into her pocket. Leaning forward, she looked down the street attempting to spot the bus but saw nothing. All that she could do now is wait.

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“Thank you,” Amber flashed the bus driver a quick smile as she hurried down the stairs and out the door. Checking both ways, she dashed across the street and up to her office building where she swiped her access card and jogged inside.

“Look who finally showed up,” Stephanie remarked, grabbing Amber’s arm and pulling her into the offices, “Dressed like absolute shit and only forty-five minutes late.”

“Look, I’m sorry, OK? Now let go of my arm,” Amber struggled out of the girl’s grip, “I can walk without your help.” She tried to avoid the wandering gazes of her coworkers, some of them watching the scene unfolding from their desks.

“I got you this job,” Stephanie said under her breath, hoping to keep their conversation private as they passed a group of people congregating the hallway, “When you are late or fuck up, it looks bad on me. And I don’t understand why you continue to dress like some rebellious teen. Do you even own professional attire? Jeans and a t-shirt are not what you should be wearing to work.” She led the two of them into the elevator, pushing the button for the third floor.

Amber rolled her eyes, “I told you I was sorry.”

“Doris is pissed,” Stephanie ignored the obviously phoned-in apology.

“When isn’t she pissed? That old bitch sat on a nail when she was twenty and it’s still stuck up her ass,” Amber remarked, her look to Stephanie causing the girl to laugh before she quickly regained her composure.

“You shouldn’t say that about her, she is your boss.”

“Uh, stop trying to pretend like you’re all professional,” Amber grumbled, “I’ve known you most of your life, and the day you got your job here you suddenly act like some sort of hoity-toity businesswoman. It must be so exhausting.”

“I am professional, and I work hard. I started with a shitty desk job like you have a few years ago and, through my hard work, I managed to work my way up to an executive chief revenue officer,” Stephanie stated proudly, stepping out of the elevator and turning down the hallway to her left.

Jogging to catch up to her friend, Amber continued, “Do you even know what that means? There’s four words in your title and none of them actually tell what you do.”

“I manage the revenue generation and collection at-”

“Yeah, I don’t care,” Amber waved her hand, cutting the girl off.

“Oh my god, remind me why we are friends?” Stephanie sighed, pulling her phone from her pocket to check the notification she had just received, “I’m needed upstairs, can you handle behaving for the rest of the day?”

“Obviously I can-” Amber stopped in her tracks as they rounded the corner, almost running into the crowd of people surrounding her desk. Mostly men, they were all seemingly lost in a trance, staring at the young woman who was currently sitting in her desk chair. “Well, I was going to say that I can behave, but there is some bitch sitting in my chair,” she asserted.

“OK, just…” Stephanie rubbed her face, “I have to go. Please don’t make a big deal out of this.” Not wasting another second, she turned on her heels and made her way back to the elevators they just came from.

Of course, Amber being Amber, she couldn’t just ignore such blatant mistreatment of her property. With a huff, she shoved through the crowd, flashing the strange woman her best pissed-off expression before storming to the office at the other side of the room. Flinging open the glass door and slamming it behind her, Amber wasted no time laying into Doris. “Why the hell is there someone sitting at my desk?” she asked through gritted teeth.

“Oh, didn’t you hear? You’re fired,” Doris said with a shit-eating grin.

“Don’t fuck with me,” Amber spat.

Doris’ face shifted to one of disappointment, the older woman taking a long drink of her coffee before continuing, “Fine, you’re not fired. As much as I want you to be,” she said under her breath, “You’re lucky as hell to have a friend high up. But I don’t even think she can save you if you continue to fuck around.”

“Then, back to my earlier question, why the hell is there someone at my desk?!”

“She’s new. Some friendly competition maybe,” Doris grinned again, “Or maybe your future replacement. You can work at the spare desk by the breakroom until we can find somewhere better.”

“Why does she get my desk and I have to take the spare?” Amber asked, narrowing her eyes.

Doris laughed at the question, “Because she wasn’t an hour late.”

“Forty-five minutes,” Amber grumbled as she turned to leave, knowing she had lost.

“Oh, and by the way,” Doris shouted just as the girl was about to leave the office, “Go clean yourself up, you look like shit. More than usual, anyway.”

Amber slammed the door, the sound of Doris’ laughter now no longer audible. Pulling her laptop bag from her shoulder, she tossed it on her new desk for the foreseeable future. Without any direct overhead light, her new space was dark as it was dingy. The fiberboard top was cracked and peeling, the edging dangling freely from the sides.

“Fuck this,” Amber dropped into the chair, though she had to quickly grab the side of the desk as one of the wheels popped off and almost sent her sprawling to the floor. “Of course,” Amber sighed, finally conceiting. Pulling her beat-up laptop from her bag, she slid it onto her desk and opened it. In its black screen, Amber saw her disheveled reflection and tired state.

Knowing full well that it would be at least another ten minutes before her computer was in any state of usability, Amber decided it best to deal with her less-than-professional looks. Sliding out of her chair, she slinked past Doris’ office and to the bathrooms located on the other side of the floor. Waiting for a group of chatting women to slowly inch out the door, Amber slipped inside and made her way to the sinks.

For once it seemed Doris was telling the truth; she did look like shit. The sweat now dried; stains were left on the armpits of Amber’s t-shirt. Her once-dirty blonde hair was now a deep brown, wet and clinging to her forehead, just above her heavily bagged eyes. Fortunately, she couldn’t be bothered to wear makeup and, as such, had no concerns about dunking her whole head under the running tap. The cool water felt nice and helped to rinse away some of her dried perspiration. Using a paper towel to dry off, Amber grabbed her loose curls and forced them back into her messy ponytail.

“Hmmm, you do clean up nice,” a voice came from behind the girl’s back.

Jumping, Amber only just realized that there was a woman’s reflection in the mirror, visible just over her shoulder. “What the fuck?!” Amber spun around, finding herself face to face with the woman who was previously sitting in her desk chair. “Oh, it’s you,” she said through gritted teeth, “The one who stole my desk.”

She was tall, at least six feet based on Amber’s estimation and comparison to her own five-foot-seven. Red hair fell far past the woman’s shoulders. It didn’t look natural nor dyed, a fiery crimson that appeared almost as if it was glowing. The natural wavy ends ended centrally on the woman’s bust which was almost absurdly large.

“Name’s Sierra,” the woman smiled, taking a step forward and reaching out her hand, “A pleasure to meet you.”

“Don’t even think about it,” Amber slapped away the hand, trying to move past the human blockage to escape the bathroom.

“Hmmm,” Sierra just grinned, “I knew you were a feisty one. But you don’t want to leave, not yet.”

Before she could process the words, Amber heard the bathroom door open and the sound of heels clicking across the tile. Hands were suddenly on her shoulder and forced her forward, Sierra pushing her into an open stall. Sierra hooked the door with her foot, slamming it closed before adjusting her hold on her co-worker. Amber tried to wiggle free from the woman’s grip, but Sierra’s grip was inhumanly strong. Yet, Amber still tried to escape. “Get the fuck off me!” she whispered harshly, thrashing her shoulders.

“In a few minutes,” Sierra hissed, pinning Amber against the stall’s wall. A few stalls down from them came the sound of a metal door swinging closed and a lock clicking into place. To Sierra, Amber still looked pissed, but she was no longer struggling, perhaps realizing that it was futile. “Do you hear that?” the woman tilted her head, listening to the sound of urine lightly trickling into the toilet bowl to their left.

“I’m not listening to another girl piss,” Amber tried to shove the woman off to no avail.

“Oh, but you are,” Sierra grinned, her ear twitching as she heard a subtle crackling and rush of air, “And maybe more-” she cut herself off, turning to Amber before narrowing her eyes in an observatory manor.

“What?” Amber whispered, trying to get out of the woman’s eye line.

“I knew about the pee…” Sierra said, more to herself than Amber, “But… I didn’t expect this. No, this, this is much less common.” Her face returned to its grinning state, her eyes widening as she licked her lips.

“What the hell are you doing,” Amber began to struggle again, clearly noticing the shift in the atmosphere.

“You like it.”

Amber tried her best to keep up her angry front, “Like what? What the fuck are you talking about? Creep.”

“I can smell it you know…” Sierra’s eyes locked onto Amber’s, her gaze smoldering with desire.

“Yeah, I can smell it too. It smells like shit. Probably because we are in a fucking bathroom and there is a woman taking a shit four stalls down from us,” Amber hissed.

“Three, actually,” Sierra corrected, moving a little closer to Amber, “And I wasn’t talking about that smell.”

“Get off of me!” Amber tried shoving the woman’s shoulders away but soon found herself being engulfed in Sierra’s hefty chest.

“No,” Sierra continued, completely unphased, “I was talking about the oh so addicting smell of arousal. The sweetness, the musky, deep aroma of another woman. It is one of the best things in the world.” Sierra flared her nostrils, taking in a long, deep breath.

Recoiling, Amber returned to thrashing, “What are you talking about?!”

“You’re a strange case, aren’t you? Don’t often run into girls into shit. Watersports are becoming more mainstream every day,” Sierra tilted her head, looking up to the ceiling, deep in thought, “But the brown stuff? That’s still heavily taboo. I can’t remember the last time I met someone into it, honestly. So unwomanly,” her face twisted into another wicked grin, eyes locking back onto Amber’s.

The woman began punching now, fists flying into Sierra’s stomach. As she made contact, however, Amber knew she was having absolutely no effect on the towering beast. The skin beneath Sierra’s blazer felt muscular and tense, hardly flinching against the volley of punches.

“Hmmm, maybe a little experiment,” Sierra leaned forward, wrapping her arms around the woman’s torso tightly to stop the fighting before locking lips.

Unable to process what was happening, Amber felt a tongue suddenly forced into her mouth. It wiggled around, gliding across her teeth and playing with her own tongue. She completely melted, her arms falling to her sides as Sierra gave Amber one of the best kisses of her life. When it ended, Amber could barely support her own body weight and slumped onto the lid of the toilet.

Nothing was said for a while, Sierra listening to the mystery woman flush and wash her hands while Amber still tried to come to terms with what happened. “Just as I had thought,” Sierra finally said when she heard the bathroom door closed and confirmed that they were alone again, “Into both men and women.”

“Am not!” Amber argued, quickly standing to defend herself.

“Really?” Sierra sighed, almost as if she was over the whole thing, “You’re really going to keep lying? I already told you; I’m practically drowning the smell of your sopping pussy right now. You can say whatever you want with your words, but your body doesn’t lie.”

“I’m not w-” Before Amber could get the word ‘wet’ out of her mouth, Sierra’s hand was on her pussy. The woman cupped Amber’s burning mound, massing it through the denim of her jeans. Although seemingly not satisfied — or perhaps just trying to prove her point — Sierra wasted no time forcing her hand down the front of the woman’s pants and into her panties.

Amber bit her tongue as she felt fingers spreading her labia, allowing the flood of pussy juice that had been building within her folds to come pooling out into her panties. “Hrgh,” she groaned, fighting to close her eyes and let out an orgasmic moan.

Satisfied, Sierra slid out her hand showed off the glistening flesh. “Soaking. Wet.” With each word, she sucked a finger clean as if to further punctuate her point, “I’m surprised it hasn’t already seeped through your jeans.” Sliding the latch on the stall door, she strutted to the sink with the walk of a supermodel, fixing the few strands of hair in the mirror that had been jostled free by Amber’s pitiful self-defense.

Still trying to get a hold over what had just happened, Amber took longer to leave the stall. Shuffling her feet across the tile, she joined the woman at the sinks. “What you just did in there? That was sexual assault,” Amber said proudly.

“I didn’t hear you complaining,” Sierra replied nonchalantly, pulling out a tube of chapstick from her slacks and applying a heavy coat to her lips.

“What- I…?” Amber was flabbergasted, “I was physically pushing you off and punching you!? And that’s ignoring the numerous times I told you to stop verbally!”

“Mm-hm,” Sierra mimicked kissing in the mirror, returning her chapstick to her pocket, “Yet, you let me do everything. And then there are all the signs your body was giving off. Do I need to put my hand back down your pants?” she turned to face the girl.

The sudden eye contact through Amber off her game, the girl subconsciously taking a step back to get further away from the six-foot creature that stood before her. “I- that wasn’t-” she struggled to find the right words, “I can’t control that! Getting… wet… is an automatic response. It doesn’t mean I was aroused.”

“True, but I knew you were. Or, I guess, still are,” Sierra took a little sniff of the air, “Just like how I knew you liked shit.”

“I never said that!”

“Oh, so it is true,” Sierra said offhandedly, “Glad to see I’ve still got it.”

Amber could feel her stomach stirring as she realized one of her best-kept secrets had just been discovered by what was essentially a stranger. Still, Sierra might have been joking, and her secret was still safe. “Still got what?” she asked, trying to change the subject.

Intentionally ignoring Amber’s question, Sierra gave her hands a quick rinse before rubbing them dry with a paper towel. Checking her appearance in the mirror once more, she turned on her heels and gave the woman one last look over. Slipping a hand into her bust, Sierra pulled out a white card and handed it to Amber.

“What is this?” she turned over the piece of cardstock and read the gold lettering.

“My business card.”

“OK, why?”

“So you can call me later,” Sierra sighed, annoyed that she had to spell out such a simple concept.

Amber narrowed her eyes, “I’m not going to call you.”

“Whatever,” Sierra shrugged, tossing her crumpled paper towel in the garbage before making her way to the door. “That’s what they all say,” she mumbled before returning to the offices, leaving Amber alone in the bathroom once again.

Taking time to contemplate what to do next, she traced her fingers along the indented word on the business card; “Sierra” The lack of a last name confused Amber, especially given it was a business card. Logically you would include your surname, but from their short time together in the bathroom, Amber knew that Sierra was anything but logical.

She was very tempted to just throw the card into the garbage and be done with it but, for whatever reason, Amber found her hand shaking as she held it over the bin. Unable to relieve herself of the seemingly insignificant piece of paper, she instead slipped it into the pocket of her jeans before giving her hands a rinse and leaving the bathroom.

As she walked back to her dark corner, Amber took a peek at her old desk. Sierra was now gone, but there was still a small gathering of men likely waiting for her return. Amber muttered some profanities under her breath, just about to sit in her broken office chair when movement from Doris’ office caught her eye.

Just before the blinds on the door snapped shut, she caught the unmistakable figure of Sierra. “What is she doing now?” Amber grumbled, “Probably going to get me fired or something.” Not that she was against this idea, of course. In fact, getting fired would probably make Amber the happiest she had been in years. The only issue being that she would disappoint Steph, likely ending their friendship in the process.

“Just get to work,” Amber whispered to herself, rolling her shoulders as she settled in and began reading through the hundreds of emails already flooding her inbox.

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Since their encounter in the bathroom, Amber hadn’t seen Sierra. Stranger yet, Doris went missing around the same time, being replaced by a temporary manager from the upper floors before a more fitting person could be found. The atmosphere in the office had changed for the better, and Amber even found herself not completely hating her job on the odd occasion.

She couldn’t help but think that Sierra had something to do with it, though. After all, she was one of the last people to talk to Doris before she was fired. Assuming that she was fired that is. Most people assumed this was the case, though no one had actually seen her leave the office. A statement from the company was that there was to be a replacement soon was all the information available.

This was, in part, why Amber still held on to Sierra’s business card, always carrying it in her pocket whenever she left her apartment. Despite her best efforts, her mind went back to the piece of paper more than she would ever admit, often contemplating calling just to figure what had happened to Doris. At least, that’s what she told herself. The deeper, embarrassing truth was that she couldn’t stop thinking about the giant of a woman that attacked her in the bathroom.

Checking around the office as if she were going to get in trouble, Amber pulled the small card from her pocket and traced a box around the gold lettering. Biting her lip, she again surveyed the room before grabbing her phone. Her hands shook as she unlocked it and opened her contacts. After what she had experienced in the bathroom, it seemed unwise to bring the strange woman back into her life, but Amber couldn’t help herself.

As if addicted to just thought of meeting Sierra again, she feverishly typed the number from the business card into a new contact. Everything was ready now, but Amber knew she couldn’t do it here with so many people around. So, clutching her phone to her chest, she snaked through the lines of desks and into the women’s washroom.

Glad to see that she was alone, Amber occupied the first stall and locked the door. Sitting on the lid of the toilet, her hands began to shake once again as she realized what was going to come next. “Do I really want to do this?” her whisper echoed in the empty room. The question was rhetorical, though, and pointless as she had already made up her mind.

Every night for the past week she had come home from work only to spend hours pleasuring herself. Amber’s libido had skyrocketed as of late, leaving her always desperate for more and increasingly unable to satisfy herself alone. It wasn’t uncommon for her to wake up with soaked sheets, even if she had cum countless times before sleeping. It was these — amongst other reasons — that she finally worked up the courage to call Sierra. Still, that didn’t make the situation any less nerve-racking.

“Ah, there she is,” Sierra answered the phone, her tone very blasé, “When we met you were a little firecracker; I’m not surprised you lasted this long. A week might be a new record.” The woman’s laugh was audible over the phone, Sierra taking a second to compose herself before continuing, “Look at me doing all the talking. Now, tell me, why did you call?”

“I- Uh… I just…” Amber stumbled over her words, afraid to admit the truth.

“You can say it dear; I’m not going to judge,” Sierra soothed, though she was only met with silence, “Say it. You were horny, weren’t you?”

“No!” Amber snapped back.

“There she is!” Sierra laughed again, “So angry and defensive. And yet, unmistakably cute. So, do we need to keep going around in circles here or what?”

“I- I was just wondering what happened to you. I didn’t see you leave last week.”

“Ohhh, OK,” Sierra replied sarcastically, “You just wanted to check on me, I see. The angry, scary woman is looking less scary by the second. Suddenly she is so caring, wants to have everyone wave goodbye and blow her kisses before they leave,” she couldn’t help but laugh at the absurd scenario she created in her head. “Tell you what, I’ll come see you this afternoon.”

When she called, Amber didn’t know what she was expecting. Hearing that she was going to see Sierra again — today nonetheless — was almost too much for her brain to process. “Oh, uhm… Today?”

“Don’t worry, you don’t have to say anything,” Sierra purred, “See you soon baby.”

When the line went dead, Amber let out the breath that she had — apparently — been holding for the duration of the call. Her body went limp as she slumped back on the toilet, damp with sweat under her clothing. She couldn’t help herself and within seconds jammed a hand down the front of her pants.

Unable to contain her arousal at the thought of seeing Sierra again, Amber’s panties were completely drenched. So much so that tiny traces of moisture were visible seeping through the denim on her crotch. As her finger slid between her engorged labia, however, Amber couldn’t care less. The wet, sloshing sounds that followed were, perhaps, the lewdest noises ever to be made in the office building. Other than the woman’s lengthy, provocative moans that is.

There was no foreplay or starting slow; Amber couldn’t be bothered with that now. Her mind was filled with images of Sierra’s large, muscular body standing over her, feeding her shit. It took less than a minute for these thoughts to erupt in a violent, overwhelming climax. So much so that Amber could barely remain on the toilet’s lid, her knuckles turning white as they gripped the toilet roll dispenser.

“Jesus Christ,” she whispered, out of breath. Even in the afterglow of orgasmic bliss, Amber could only think about how it wasn’t enough, how she wanted more. Her cunt was bright red and swollen, but it still ached to be touched. Her nipples were rock hard under her bra, the fabric trying its best to contain the diamond-like tips.

She gripped one through her shirt, squeezing the sensitive flesh and causing a violent muscle spasm. Amber was so turned on that even just grabbing her breast was almost enough to trigger another orgasm. She knew that it would be impossible to work in this state and, using this to justify her actions, she let her body slide to the tile floor.

On her knees, Amber turned herself around so that she was facing the toilet. Her mind was blank as she opened its lid, almost as if she was being controlled remotely. However, these were 100% her own actions, as was the decision to run her tongue along the length of the back toilet seat. As she licked up dried urine and flakes of what had to be shit, Amber could only picture that it was Sierra’s toilet.

I’ll clean your toilet! I’ll be your good girl!

The thought replayed over and over in her head; all Amber wanted was to consume Sierra’s waste. She had never done anything so sexual or indecent in public before but, for some reason, this felt right. The depravity of it all, the disgusting, vile actions of a woman desperate for even an iota of pleasure. It was never something Amber could imagine having done in the past and yet, since meeting Sierra, she couldn’t remember what was normal anymore.

Her second orgasm came less than a minute after the first. When the climax passed, Amber felt a sudden tinge of clarity as the perception of her actions shifted from kinky to disgusting. Spitting into the toilet, she tried to rid her mouth of the foul, bitter taste of human waste, gagging as she once again thought about what just occurred.

Grabbing a piece of toilet paper, she tried to rub her tongue clean but was dismayed to find the paper disintegrating in her mouth. Let out some choice words, she did her best to spit out the damp flecks of soiled paper before straightening her clothes and leaving the stall. Finding the bathroom — fortunately — still unoccupied, she began washing her hands.

The goofy grin that appeared on her face made Amber mad, but it was strangely difficult to rid herself of the face when she knew that a visit with Sierra was in her future. Whether it be in the next hour or the next five before she went home, she didn’t know. Preferably, they would meet as soon as possible but, then again, meeting later would mean that they could go somewhere after work.

However, it seemed things weren’t meant to be as the remainder of the day passed as normal. For the first time since starting her job, Amber stayed late in the hopes of seeing Sierra once more. She hated herself for it, mostly for how dependant she had become on a woman she had interacted with for less than ten minutes.

The office had been empty for the last hour outside of the odd janitor, Amber usually getting a small nod or confused look as they had never seen her here after hours. She tried to ignore them and act as if she was busy, but the fact everyone else was at home enjoying their Friday night while she was stuck at an office did piss Amber off.

By 6:30 pm — two hours past the end of her shift — she was officially done. Throwing her belongs bag into her backpack with force, Amber cleared her desk and stomped to the elevator. “That fucking bitch,” she swore, kicking the wall of the elevator as she descended, “Why did you call her? Why did you think that was a good idea? Of course, she would do some stupid shit like this and stand you up! There was never a chance of her coming back for you.”

Entering the parking garage, Amber continued to mutter to herself, “No, don’t make this some sad pity party for yourself. This is her fault!” Jamming her key into the door of her car, she flung it open and dropped herself inside. “She’s just some asshole. Probably crazy or hopped up on drugs! I’m going to give her a call and- No,” Amber put her phone down, “That’s exactly what she would want. Another game.”

Spitting on the ground, she slammed her heavily dented door and turned her key in the ignition. Listening to the familiar sputtering as her car came to life, Amber slammed on the gas and floored it out of the garage. Giving the finger to the car she cut off while flying out onto the main road, she sped home to enjoy her weekend and to stop thinking about the asshole from the toilet stall.

Chapter 2

Dropping her bag inside the door, Amber walked into the kitchen with a huff and cracked open a beer. Taking a big drink, she brought the rest with her into the living room where she hoped to relax and enjoy the rest of her Friday night. Rounding the corner, however, a sudden voice made her jump and nearly drop the can.

“There she is, I thought you may have died or something.”

On the couch, wearing only a skimpy pair of panties and a matching lace bra, Sierra was stretched out as if she were modeling for a lingerie brand. Amber’s stomach was in her throat as she steadied herself on the wall, trying to catch her breath. It didn’t take long to compose herself and, when she did, the anger towards Sierra quickly came back. “Fuck you,” she spat.

Sierra just grinned, “Ooh, there’s my feisty little girl. Why are you mad now?”

“You told me we were going to meet and then you didn’t fucking show up! I stayed late at the office and everything!” Amber scowled, taking another swig of her beer.

“Well,” Sierra outstretched her arms, “I’m here now, aren’t I?”

“Yeah, in my fucking apartment! Did you break in? What the fuck?! I never said to meet me here!” Amber stomped her foot, trying her best to seem genuinely angry. Deep down, for whatever reason, she found that there was a tiny part of her brain that wasn’t mad. Having spent years creating her bad attitude, no-holds-bar personality, she didn’t understand how Sierra broke through so easily.

At the site of the woman — or even just the thought of her — Amber found her control vanish. Her heart fluttered and her skin turned flush while dirty ideas filled her head. It happened both times in the bathroom at work and now once again. Although, this time it may be due to Sierra’s supermodel-like body being almost fully nude.

“To be fair, you never told me where to meet…” The woman interjected.

This was true, but it still pissed Amber off, “Well… I didn’t think you would come to my apartment! You didn’t even know where I lived, or… I thought you didn’t!”

“I have my ways,” Sierra’s face twisted into a sinister grin.

“What, stalking me? Following me home?”

“Not exactly…”

“Whatever,” Amber took another drink, “I’m done with all this shit; I’m going to take a shower.”

“Wow, invite me here and then just leave me; quite rude.”

“I didn’t invite you here,” Amber mumbled, “Remember? You just showed up without my permission and in your underwear. I didn’t tell you to do any of that.”

“You don’t seem to be complaining about me being in my underwear,” Sierra caressed her exposed, flat chest to accentuate her point, smiling when she noticed it had the desired effect as Amber’s face turned red. “And maybe you didn’t want me here,” she continued, “But you did call me to meet again. Why is that?”

Amber wasn’t ready to admit the real reason, so she lied, “I just wanted to ask you about Doris.”

Unfortunately, Sierra saw right through the woman, “Sure you did…” she teased, “How long has it been?”

Amber gave her a confused look, “What?”

“A few weeks, maybe a month? More than that?” Sierra sprung from the couch, walking towards Amber in an equally sensual and intimidating saunter.

“W-what are you talking about?” Amber stammered as she backed away cautiously.

“Oh, don’t be afraid!” Sierra sighed, “Just answer the question; how long has it been since you got some? You know, had sex?”

Caught off guard, an answer slipped out of Amber’s mouth without thinking, “I don’t know, a month?”

“Come on, don’t lie,” Sierra wrapped her arm around Amber’s shoulder, snaking around the woman until she was clutching her waist. Her lips brushed Amber’s ear as she whispered, “We both know it’s been 18 months, almost 19 now.”

“W-what…? How could you…?” Amber tried to turn around, but hands were quickly pressed on either side of her head, keeping her face locked forward.

“It was with David, right?”

“How do you know that? Who told you? Was it Steph?” Amber reeled.

Sierra sighed, “Do you really think I would get dirt on you from your friends? How lame do you think I am?” Spinning the woman around, Sierra held Amber so that their faces were only inches apart. “No, I’m much more impressive than that. Look at me and you’ll see. Really look at me.”

She didn’t want to, finding the whole thing to be another stupid act in Sierra’s long catalog, but Amber humored the girl. Giving up on her attempts to get away, she instead locked eyes and studied Sierra’s face. Suddenly, the woman’s once fair skin was a deep crimson, similar in color to her hair but slightly more burgundy.

This wasn’t the worst of it either. On top of Sierra’s head, Amber spotted two small horns slowly growing out of her red bangs until they stopped at about an inch long. Once green eyes had turned yellow and cat-like, little slits replacing the traditional, circular pupils. When she noticed the woman’s teeth sharpen to a point, Amber nearly passed out, dropping her beer and tumbling backward. “What the fuck are you?!” She shielded her face as she grabbed her spilling can from the ground.

Peeking through her fingers, however, Amber was surprised to see Sierra holding out a hand and having returned to her normal appearance. She pushed backward, foregoing the woman’s help and standing on her own. Clutching her can of beer to stop the shaking, she tried desperately to explain what she had just seen.

“Amber, you need to calm down,” Sierra took a step towards the woman, but Amber moved away in response, “Not many people see… that side of me but, when they do, it usually doesn’t go well. You just need to breathe, and you’ll be OK.”

“N-No!” Amber’s mind spun as she tried to come up with a reasonable explanation, “Y-You drugged me! T-That’s it! My beer!” she kicked the can across the room watching it collide with the base of the wall and spill amber liquid across her floor.

“Amber…” Sierra sighed, “I didn’t drug you. All you’re doing is trashing your apartment. Look… this is going to sound stupid to you, but it’s the truth. I’m… I’m a succubus, OK?”

“No, that’s insane!” Amber ran her hand through her hair, trying to process what she had just been told, “Those aren’t real! That’s like… a mythical creature f-from stories! You did something; you’re lying!” Her brain tried to rationalize the experience of seeing a crimson-skinned demon standing in her living room, but Amber knew there was no explanation outside of what she was being told — no matter how impractical it sounded.

“I’m going to show you again, longer this time, OK? It’s normal to be scared but I’m not going to hurt you.” Holding her breath, Sierra watched as the façade of her pale-colored skin faded away, exposing the red underneath once again. She tried her best to seem unintimidating for Amber’s sake, but the woman was having none of it.

“This can’t be happening…” Amber whispered, now less surprised but still equally terrified of what was standing in front of her, “You’re like… some kind of beast. With your fangs a-and your… horns? I can deal with this, not right now.” Shaky on her feet, she stumbled down the hallway and into her bedroom slamming the door before sliding down against it.

“Amber, please,” Sierra knocked, “We just need to talk about it, and you’ll understand. Please just let me explain.” No response came from the other side, however.

~`~`~`~`~`~

Opening her bedroom door, Amber nearly tripped on Sierra’s feet as she walked into the hall. The woman was curled up in the corner beside her door, head in her knees. “Why are you still here?” Amber asked, pushing past.

“I need to explain to you…” Sierra pleaded, looking up, “Just let me try to help you understand, and then I’ll leave. But I need you to understand.”

“I need a shower,” Amber ignored the woman, walking into the bathroom and locking the door. Dropping her clothes on the toilet’s lid, she stepped into the shower and pulled the curtain closed. Washing off the grime of an extended day’s work, Amber couldn’t help but think of the… thing that was currently sitting just on the other side of the wall.

By all rights, she should call the police and have Sierra forcefully removed if she wouldn’t leave by her own volition, but Amber knew she couldn’t do that. After having a couple of hours to process everything, she was still confused about the whole situation. Taking to the woman directly would likely answer some questions, but she wasn’t ready to deal with that either.

Despite everything that had happened, despite the red skin, the horns, the teeth, Sierra coming in announced, Amber still didn’t want to see the woman leave. As much as it confused her and angered her, she was still undeniably attracted to the woman. While in her bedroom, Amber had done some research into succubi and, while most of the information she found was of fictional origin, some of it only made matters worse.

Most websites talked of the sexual and alluring abilities that succubi held, how they could shape their bodies to look more attractive and use pheromones to lure their prey. It was difficult for Amber to tell how much of this was true, but it was all equally disconcerting. From what she read, her attraction was likely chemical rather than emotional, a sick hormonal concoction of supernatural nature that was flowing through her body and drawing her to Sierra.

It made her feel dirty; like she was being used. The idea that she let herself fall so easily for a stranger — and one that wasn’t even human — was a real kick in the chest. A deeper part of her knew it wasn’t only chemical too. It was hard to tell if this made Amber feel better or worse, but it was undeniable that Sierra was extremely attractive. Even in her… ‘true’ form, Amber could see a vulnerability that made her feel strange.

Don’t let her trick you like, she thought, rinsing the soap from her hair.

Turning off the water, Amber grabbed her towel hanging beside the shower and began drying her body. Wrapping her hair, she redressed and picked up the bathmat. She couldn’t hear anything from outside the door, but Amber could tell that Sierra was still around. The woman had a presence — perhaps the pheromones — that gave away her location.

Surprisingly, she was no longer outside the bathroom, but it only took Amber stepping out of the room for her to appear from the kitchen. “Hey, are you ready to talk yet? I-I made some of your tea and- I hope that’s OK. I thought maybe you would want to relax. I promise it will all be clear.”

Amber noticed immediately that the confident, serious, sexual persona that Sierra always had was now replaced by nerves and fear. The thought that she bothered to make tea was nice, as was the fact that she was now wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt rather than lingerie. Sierra making an effort which Amber appreciated, but she still didn’t know what to do. Letting out a breath, she came to a decision, “OK.”

Cautiously following Sierra to the living room, she took a seat on the couch while the woman dashed to the kitchen and returned with a steaming mug. Taking it with both hands, Amber held it under her nose and took a long smell. She was about to take a sip before remembering who had just given it to her, “You didn’t drug this, right?”

Sierra let out a sigh, dropping herself into the armchair adjacent to Amber, “No, I wish you would trust me.”

“This is our second time meeting, why would I? And after everything…” she trailed off.

“So, what do you want to know?” Sierra asked.

Taking a second to think about it, Amber realized she had so many questions flying through her head that she could hardly pick one. “Is what you told me true? You know, about what you are?”

“A succubus? Yes.” Sierra said matter-of-factly.

“Hmm,” Amber took a sip of her tea, closing her eyes as she enjoyed the sensation of the warm liquid running down her throat. “Are there a lot of… succubi around? I-I haven’t seen any before. At least, I don’t think I did. I guess… I guess I never thought about it.”

“Not a lot, but some, yes,” Sierra explained, “Probably like one succubus for every… maybe 50 humans? But we’re discrete; we have to be. Most people go their entire lives without knowing that we exist.”

“Most people?” Amber asked, looking up from her mug.

Shifting in her seat, Sierra’s gaze fell to the floor as she tried to avoid eye contact, “Yeah… most. Part of what we are, what we were made for… our job is to feed off people’s energy. When we do that… our true form becomes visible; it’s unavoidable. That’s the most common case of humans seeing us, but there are some exceptions.” She looked back to Amber, the two women mutually understanding that she was one such case.

“So, that’s what you did to Doris? Drain her?”

“Yeah, I guess you figured that out,” Sierra smiled shyly.

“I assumed,” Amber took another sip of tea, “Does it, the draining, does it… you know… kill them?”

“No, only in extremely rare cases. Never in my lifetime, though. It’s kind of hard to explain without seeing it,” Sierra looked around the room, jumping out of her chair when she saw the can of beer still sitting on the floor from where it was thrown earlier. Picking it up, she showed Amber, “It’s sort of like this can. Not really, but sort of. Usually, humans are full of… I guess energy is the best way to describe it,” she continued, “Like this beer, we come along and,” tipping over the can, she watched as the last little splash of liquid trickled out, “We suck out the energy.”

“And what happens to the person?”

Shrugging, Sierra set the can on the coffee table and got back in her chair, “They’re still alive, but they usually become a lot more sluggish afterward. Without their energy, they’ll often become very lazy, prone to becoming recluse, that sort of thing. Sometimes it leads to depression… those are some of the worst cases.”

“It seems… callus. Intentionally ruining people’s lives like that?” Amber went silent as she thought about the ramifications of what was just told to her, “I don’t like it.”

“Yeah, well, good for you. Unfortunately, it is my job and I have little choice. After all, it’s not like I could just stop; I would die…” she trailed off.

“Well, obviously that’s not good, but I still don’t think it’s an excuse for giving people depression.”

“That doesn’t happen very often…” Sierra interjected quietly, “Do you like your job?”

Amber was taken aback, “What?”

“Do you like your job? I know you don’t. I could tell when you were there; you looked miserable.”

“That’s different,” Amber replied, dodging the question, “I’m not directly hurting anyone.”

“Yeah, I guess…” Sierra seemed lost in thought as she stared at the empty can of beer.

“It’s sexual, isn’t it?” Amber broke the silence. When Sierra looked up with a confused face, she continued her confession, “While I was in my bedroom… I looked some stuff up online. I know, obviously, a lot of it isn’t real or accurate, but the sexual nature of it all kept coming up. Mind control, seduction, that stuff.”

Sierra quietly snorted, “I can’t control minds.”

“You knew about David though. You knew how long it had been since I had sex and, apparently, you knew about my fetishes,” Amber crossed her arms, “How do you explain that?”

“I said I can’t control minds,” Sierra reiterated, “I never said that I couldn’t read them.”

“Of course,” Amber sighed, rubbing her forehead, “OK, so if you can read minds, what about the other stuff?”

“Yeah, some of it is true.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know, the seduction stuff I guess,” Sierra shifted in her seat, tucking her legs under herself, “I’m not like… all-powerful, but generally I’m pretty good at getting people in bed. It’s more flirting than anything, but the pheromones help.”

“Pheromones?” Ambre interrupted.

“Uhm… yeah,” Sierra looked at the woman, confused, “So?”

“After the first time we met… my mind was a little weird,” Amber admitted, nervous to reveal the embarrassing truth, “The past week has been… very… sexual for me. It’s like I’m desperate for relief 24/7.”

“Well, sorry, but that’s not me.”

“What…?” Amber turned to face the woman, “But… the pheromones?”

“I mean, yeah, they probably had some effect on you, but only for a bit. Even with the kiss, it wouldn’t be any more than twelve hours.”

“That means…” Amber trailed off as the ramifications of her situation became apparent. If it wasn’t chemical, the only logical explanation for the depravity she had sunk to over the past week was due entirely to her own romantic connection to the demoness.

“Oh, come on. You don’t have to be embarrassed because you are horny!” Sierra hopped to her feet, quickly scurrying over to the couch and dropping herself beside the blushing woman. “Besides, I’m the last person you would want to hide your horniness from! I’ve seen so much weird shit, plus I can make you feel so good.”

Amber scowled as she turned away, pulling her legs to her chest to form a little ball. “Don’t say that,” she muttered into her knees.

“Why?”

“Because… it’s gross.”

“Oh, come on! What are you, five?” Sierra laughed.

This only made Amber angrier, “Fuck you.”

“OK, I’m sorry; that was mean. I just think that you should maybe… give in to some of your more carnal desires. Don’t you think it would be better to have some fun than continue to be horny and repressed?”

“Why does everything have to be about sex with you?” Amber huffed, quite aware of the absurdity of her question. She knew the girl was a succubus and, as such, she knew that it was in her nature. Still, after just finding out that her week of overstimulation and indescribable horniness was all the result of her own body rather than a supernatural power, she was feeling vulnerable and embarrassed.

Sierra reached her hand out for a second, almost touching the girl’s shoulder before second-guessing herself and retracting. “I’m sorry for that too,” she whispered, “I still haven’t mastered the whole ‘shutting it off’ part of my job. I am trying though.”

“Yeah,” Amber turned to the woman, blushing as they made eye contact, “I know. I just feel… weird. Like, I’m obviously attracted to some part of you, but I don’t know if it’s real… or if I want it.”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t know. You could be doing…” Amber waved her hands around in the air, “Something! I know nothing about you, about what you are. This could all be some long con so that you can have sex with me and kill me.”

“I told you, I haven’t done anything to you since we met. You are not one of my targets and I, therefore, have no reason to drain you, or hurt you, or do whatever it is you think I’m going to do,” Sierra let out an exasperated sigh.

“You’re a succubus with the ability to seduce anyone you come into contact with. Anyone who passes you on the street, some supermodel in a magazine; anyone,” Amber observed, “So, why are you still here?”

Sierra shrugged, “Because I like you.”

“Why? Because I’m hard? Because I don’t immediately want to undress when I’m in your presence or do whatever you say without a second thought?”

“That’s part of it, yes.”

“Thought so,” Amber huffed.

“Why does that have to be a bad thing though? I spend so much time being sexual, so many people want to use me because of my stupid pheromones and the body I have to hide behind. And yes, I know that I sound like an entitled bitch because I’m complaining about ‘how attractive I am’ and ‘how I’m perfect’,” Sierra made air quotes around her statements, “But it’s exhausting.”

“With you,” she continued, finally working up the courage and placing a hand on Amber’s thigh, happy when the woman didn’t turn away, “I don’t know, it feels like you see me as something other than a piece of meat to fuck.”

Amber shifted in her seat, not fully accepting of the compliment, “Then how do you explain the last week? Or why I called you today? I’m just the same as all those other people, you just won’t admit it.”

“Yes, you called me here possibly to have sex with me. Yes, you spent your last week lusting over me. But the difference is, I am here, right now, and we are just talking. You wanted to know about me and my life, not what I had under my clothes.”

“Well, you did kind of already show me that earlier,” Amber chuckled, immediately regretting her joke and returning to her flushed, embarrassed state.

“Yeah,” Sierra mused, “I guess I did.”

“What were the other reasons? Why you stayed with me?”

“I don’t know, there’s a bunch,” Sierra exhaled through her nose, “I like your attitude, that you don’t take shit from anybody. I think you’re cute, too. And… promise not to get mad?”

“That depends on what you say.”

Not gaining any confidence from that response, Sierra decided to admit it anyway, “When we met, I realized that you had a scat fetish. I told you before; even in my line of work, that is extremely rare. I like that about you too; it’s something I’ve wanted to try for a while.” She paused, giving Amber time to process what had just been said. “Don’t… don’t think that I like you only because of that, though, please? Even if you didn’t have that fetish… I would still be here. That’s just… a bonus.”

“Ok.” Without another word, Amber removed herself from the couch and began walking out of the living room.

“Where are you going?” Sierra jumped to her feet.

“To bed,” Amber explained, quickly noticing how her female companion’s face shifted to one of disappointment and defeat. “Don’t worry, you didn’t do anything wrong. I’m tired and I just… I need a little more time to think about everything.”

“Oh, OK,” Sierra slumped, happy that she hadn’t completely blown it but still left a little distraught, “You know, I could-”

“No,” Amber cut her off, predicting the end of her sentence, “I can sleep alone, thank you.”

“Yeah, right,” Sierra sighed, “And what about me?”

“There’s the couch.”

“I can stay?” she perked up, surprised that Amber would even suggest the notion.

The woman shrugged, before turning and walking into her bedroom, “If you want,” she called over her shoulder before shutting the door, “But don’t try anything.”

Chapter 3

Having been a month since their second meeting, Amber had grown accustomed to the succubus that slept on her couch. In a lot of ways, it was not unlike having a roommate, though Sierra was not exactly one to pay rent.

The façade faded within the first week, the succubus no longer wasting energy to hide her true form. Initially, it took Amber some getting used to. The shock of going to the kitchen to make a cup of coffee only to bump into a towering, crimson-skinned demon with a tail and horns was not something that faded fast.

Still, outside of their occasional hellos before she left for work in the morning or, the time they would sometimes spend sitting on the couch together talking, Amber found her life largely unchanged. She still hated her job, but Doris having been replaced was a step in the right direction. She wanted to thank Sierra for that but never found a fitting opportunity.

Spending so much time with the demoness didn’t help with the romantic side of things, however. Amber found that her attraction remained and, now that she was breathing in the pheromones daily, it was stronger than ever. She hadn’t considered this when she agreed to the arrangement initially, but she wasn’t necessarily mad about it. After all, it wasn’t intentional on Sierra’s part as she couldn’t stop if she wanted to.

Not entirely on-board with the whole sleeping with a succubus thing, there was unfortunately little Amber could do to satiate herself. The frequency of her self-pleasuring sessions had increased exponentially, but it was difficult to fully let herself go while trying to hide her deeds from the demoness on her couch. Not that it mattered, though; she was always met with a knowing face or little grin from Sierra following her “alone time.”

It seemed she was taking her promise seriously and wouldn’t do anything without consent, which Amber was happy about. Perhaps letting a succubus live with her wasn’t the brightest idea in the world, but nothing had happened so far. Although, that wasn’t surprising as it seemed Sierra didn’t do much of anything as it was.

Often, she was asleep when Amber left for work and then still when she came home. Occasionally she was gone too, likely hunting her next target or going wherever she needed to for her job. Amber tried to learn more about the professions of succubi on a few occasions, but Sierra always said it was a secret and left it at that.

Today was one of those days where Sierra seemingly hadn’t moved for the over eight hours Amber had been at work. Even kicking her apartment door shut only elicited a soft grunt from the succubus before she resumed her deep slumber. Amber found the whole scene surprisingly endearing and decided to get a closer look after putting away her work bag.

In the past, she would make it a game of how loud she could be before Sierra inevitably woke up annoyed. Today, however, Amber just observed, crossing her legs and sitting on the cushy rug in front of the couch. She could feel the succubus’ warm breath on her skin, the gentle releases of air soothing as she scooted closer.

Only inches from Sierra’s face, Amber could just make out tiny flecks of sparkle in the crimson flesh. She watched the woman’s eyelids twitching, finding herself curious if succubi dreamt. Becoming more daring, Amber lifted the blanket draped over the succubus’ body and marveled at the weighty breasts underneath.

Sierra’s nakedness came as no surprise this late in their friendship; the woman seemed to have something against clothes, even if they were all conjured. Amber couldn’t help but chuckle as she considered just how lazy the succubus truly was.

She held the blanket up with one hand and used the other to gently brush the dark nipple that sat atop Sierra’s mountain of flesh. Amber couldn’t help but imagine that breasts that big would be painful but, then again, Sierra was supernatural so what did she know? Still, the perfect, perky tits were something that deserved to be marveled at; something the succubus tried to fulfill at every possible occasion.

Unlike humans, the nipples of succubi were always hard, making it difficult to judge arousal. Amber had a hunch that this was due to the creatures always being aroused, but she had no concrete evidence. After all, Sierra was the only succubi she knew. That and she tried to avoid talk of sex as much as possible in fear it would get the woman going.

When she was asleep like this, however, Amber couldn’t help but take a little taste of the buffet before her. She leaned in and cautiously ran her tongue around Sierra’s areola, making little circles on the rough flesh. The warmth that radiated from the succubus continued to be a surprise to Amber, the temperature similar to that of a person having just sat in front of an open fire.

In a strange way, it was more comforting than traditional human contact. The unnatural heat was reminiscent of a mother’s touch on her infant, the breast suckling even more so. Amber’s lips sucked gently on the exposed nub; her eyes closed as she focused.

“Mmm… that feels good,” Sierra moaned, breaking the silence of the room.

“Fuck!” Amber jumped backward, surprised by the sudden sound and embarrassed to be caught with her mouth on the succubus’ tit, “How long were you awake?”

“Hmm,” Sierra twirled a strand of hair around her finger, showing off her tiny, sharp teeth as she grinned, “Roughly since you came into the apartment.”

“And you let me do that?!”

The succubus shrugged, her golden eyes gleaming, “Not the first time someone tried to do something without my permission. And probably not the last,” she added.

“Gross,” Amber scrunched her face.

“You get used to it when you’re a succubus. Besides, you were the one doing it,” Sierra reminded the woman, letting out a soft giggle as she stretched back and closed her eyes once again, “Now get back to it.”

By this point, Amber was especially hesitant — and equally turned on. She could feel her heart beating faster as she accepted what was about to happen; sex with a succubus. Wetting her lips, she latched back onto Sierra’s breast and quickly found herself back in a rhythm of gentle pleasure. Now, however, the succubus was letting out quiet moans to express her arousal.

Pulling the blanket to the floor, Amber climbed onto the couch and straddled Sierra’s waist, her mouth never leaving the breast. Their stomachs pressed together as Amber leaned forward, her body becoming hotter against the succubus. She was focused on this sensation when a sudden burst of fluid hit the back of her throat, causing her to sit up sputtering.

“It’s OK baby,” Sierra cooed, running her hand through the woman’s hair, “Just a little milk.”

“Are you pregnant?” Amber watched as a little white droplet formed on the tip of the succubus’ nipple before rolling off.

“No, succubi can’t get pregnant. It just happens when I’m really aroused… or when my partner wants it.”

Amber squinted her eyes, “Which is it this time?”

“You tell me,” Sierra giggled, grabbing the collar of the woman’s shirt and pulling down harshly, ripping it free to expose her braless chest.

She wanted to be mad about her damaged t-shirt, but Amber found herself too aroused to care. “It tastes good,” she licked her lips, lightheaded as she fell forwards and began suckling once again. Getting the technique down, she was swallowing mouthful after mouthful of the sweet, creamy liquid.

“Wait until you see what it does to your body,” Sierra moaned, her back arching as she felt the suction on her nipple increase. She could already see her milk taking action, Amber’s face becoming flush as the room was flooded with a strong stench of arousal. Even through the woman’s jeans, Sierra could feel Amber’s soaked vagina.

Careful to not interrupt the breastfeeding, the succubus wrapped her arms around Amber’s thighs and hoisted her upwards. The woman was light enough that Sierra could easily carry her, not requiring any supernatural strength as she walked her to the bedroom. All the while Amber drank, swallowing as much milk as she possibly could.

As Sierra lowered the woman onto the bed, she had to force her off her breast. Her nipple was slightly sore from the attention and likely would’ve had some visible bruising if her crimson skin didn’t hide it so well. “That’s enough for now,” she whispered, grabbing Amber’s jeans and removing them from her body. All that remained now were a soaked pair of grey panties, and those too were soon gone as Sierra lowered herself to her haunches and crawled between the woman’s legs.

“No, I need more,” Amber whined.

“Shhh, drinking it increases your arousal and grows your attraction to me. We wouldn’t want to go overboard and get you addicted,” Sierra explained, though her primary focus was on the musty, dripping hole that was hidden behind wet fabric inches from her face.

“Please, give me-” Amber cut herself off as she felt one of the most amazing sensations between her legs. Looking down, she watched as an inhumanly long, thin tongue slithered out of Sierra’s mouth and deeper into her vagina. Amber could feel the appendage moving inside her, somehow seeming even longer as it brushed up against her cervix.

“That feels so fucking good,” she gasped, wrapping her legs around the back of Sierra’s head and forcing her in closer. The succubus’ nose was pressed against Amber’s clit now, unintentionally prodding against the sensitive nub as she rocked with the motion of her cunt being eaten out.

“I can make it feel so much better,” Sierra purred in response, spitting a long string of saliva onto her index before pushing it deep into the woman’s bowels. Once at her second knuckle, she could feel the tip of her finger hit something solid. Amber’s anal muscles squeezed tight, but the succubus wouldn’t give up so easily and pushed herself in deeper.

Wiggling her finger up and down, a thick coating of shit began to form on its tip. Sierra pulled it out for a second, moaning as she appreciated the smears of brown stuck under her nail. Wiping a small smudge to the left of Amber’s sphincter, she rapidly returned her finger to the hole, looking for more waste. “You’re dirty,” Sierra whispered, licking her lips as she felt a nugget dislodge from the wall of shit inside, “A very dirty girl.”

“Clean me out…” Amber blushed, gripping the blankets as she gave into arousal, “Please…” She could barely get through her begging before she felt another finger slip inside her rear, stretching her hole to roughly an inch wide now. Despite having a full view of the red-skinned beast that was between her legs, Amber held no fear for the woman, only a deep attraction. Likely from the milk, or perhaps the fact that the succubus was currently digging around in her shit-filled asshole.

Either way, Amber didn’t want to question the feeling and instead submitted to it fully. She could feel how wet she was just from the cum dripping down her thigh but, when reaching a hand between her legs and brushing her labia resulted in a thick layer of white cream to cover her fingers, Amber had confirmation that she was drenched.

And those were only the juices that managed to leak out, as Sierra’s tongue had once again buried itself deep in the woman’s pussy, lapping up all the fluids that coated the interior walls. Eating out women was, perhaps, one of the succubus’ best talents and yet, she took every chance she could get to come ever so slightly closer to mastering it. Although, she was still one-hundred times better than any human at it, male or female.

Amber was maybe the best proof of this, the woman cumming in less than a minute. The thin tongue ever-so-gently prodding the opening to her cervix was what finally did it, the depth combined with the stimulation causing her body to thrash in orgasmic pleasure. As a result of this, Sierra’s fingers were forced from the women’s ass, a farting, wide gape left in their wake.

With nothing in the way to stop it, the mass of shit lodged in Amber’s bowels forced its way out. Starting hard, the first log quickly turned to a softer, wetter consistency that squirted onto Sierra’s hand and the bed. The succubus couldn’t help herself and brought the dirtied flesh to her mouth, sucking off the woman’s shit as watched two more logs squeeze out.

“Fuck, I just shat the bed,” Amber gasped, out of breath. Taking a second to compose herself, she worked up the strength to sit up and look at the mess between her legs. The pile of waste was slowly expanding outwards, about six inches in diameter and practically steaming it was so warm.

The smell in the room shifted fast, the muskiness of sex and pussy replaced with the bitter stink of shit. With her heightened senses, Sierra was especially affected by the change. Breathing in the air left her lightheaded and dizzy, though it didn’t stop her from cleaning the scat off her fingers. Smell and taste combined; she was experiencing one of the most arousing moments of her long life. There was only one thing that could make it better.

Arms collapsing out from under her, Amber dropped back into the cushy comforter. She likely should’ve cared more about her bedspread being ruined by her greenish-yellow filth, but the pleasure brought from the soft wind on her gaping ass more than compensated. That feeling ended, however, when she felt something new, something big and warm pressing against her sphincter.

Sierra pinned the woman to the bed before she could get up, whispering harshly in her ear, “You’re going to want to relax for this part.”

“What are you-” but before she could get the final word out, Amber felt a new sensation. Doing her best to look down in her pinned state, she watched as her stomach began to swell. Suddenly she felt very full, but not from penetration. “What is happening?” she squeaked out before Sierra grabbed her neck and forced her head back.

“Well, you’re already empty from my fingers, thought I should just replenish you a bit,” Sierra smirked before scrunching her eyes with focus.

“Wait… that’s…?” Amber gasped as she felt her bowels fill to their limit, her once-flat stomach now extended and hard. “How… how are you doing this? Filling me with-” she took another gasp of air, “With shit?”

“Succubi have the ability to read and act upon fetishes. Since scat is your fetish, I can give you what you’ve always wanted; to be completely full of it.” Sierra moved her hand away, sitting back and appreciating her work, “That’s enough for now; don’t want you to pop.”

Amber struggled to sit up, her breathing heavy as she just managed to get one arm under herself before collapsing back onto the bed. “Oh god, I need to shit. It’s… it’s going to come out,” she winced.

“Don’t worry, that’s what this is for,” Sierra purred.

Suddenly Amber could feel something pressing on her sphincter once again. So overwhelmed by her bowels being magically filled, she forgot about what was happening outside of her body. Not that Sierra gave her much time to think about it now, though, as the succubus wasted no time inserting herself. “It’s too big!” were the only words Amber could get out through her clenched jaw.

“Come on, don’t pretend,” Sierra continued to slide her penis into the woman’s filthy ass, “I saw into your head. I saw that you wanted a massive cock to destroy your little slut asshole. That’s why I grew mine especially for you. It’s all for you,” she grunted, butting up against Amber’s flesh with her full nine inches now buried inside.

Already filled with shit, Amber now felt as if she were going to split open at any second. Sierra’s penis was huge, longer than any she had taken previously, and with the girth to match. When the succubus started pumping in and out, however, the arousal shot through Amber’s body like electricity, and the pain became only a dull murmur in the background of her mind-breaking pleasure.

Possibly another effect of the succubus milk, her sphincter could somehow feel every wrinkle and bump of the penis. Based on the increasingly worse smell in the room, Amber could tell that each thrust was leaking more shit onto the bed. As Sierra picked up her pace it only worsened, the succubus occasionally slipping out entirely to let spurts of waste shoot out before plunging her cock back inside.

The two women’s eyes were locked the entire time, Sierra’s fiery gaze burning into Amber’s soul. Her thrust had become slower, power now becoming the primary focus as she was putting more weight into each pump. On an outward stroke, she admired the thick coating of shit that was now covering her penis, the yellowish waste vibrant against her red skin.

Her thighs were coated too, spray from the forceful fucking of Amber’s ruined ass. The quantity only increased as Sierra picked up her pace again, no longer inserting her full length and instead violently thrusting roughly halfway in before retracting. Small bubbles of liquid waste squeezed out between her penis and the wrinkled, filthy sphincter she was sodomizing.

This did little to help Amber’s state of being, the fast thrusts only acting to mix up the shit inside her bowels. She could feel it sloshing around as she came for her third time, a wet gush of cum spraying from her pussy and helping to wash some of the waste from hers and Sierra’s bodies. “I- I came,” her breathing was labored and chest sore as she struggled to get out the words.

“Yes, again,” Sierra spat back, “And yet I haven’t cum once.” She gripped the woman’s thighs and used the leverage to begin moving at inhuman speeds.

“AH!” Amber let out a sharp cry, “I’m sensitive!” The loud smacks of the Succubus’ body rhythmically hitting her own filled the room, Amber’s crotch turning a similar color to Sierra’s as their flesh collided and left stinging red marks.

“I don’t care,” was Sierra’s monotone response, delivered short and angry as she focussed on the task at hand. As much as she didn’t want to admit it, she was close. Each time Amber’s ass squeezed post-orgasm, the succubus struggled to keep it together. She could feel the woman pushing against her, trying desperately to force out her penis and release the mass of waste buried deep inside.

Not that Sierra was going to let that happen, though, not before she could release her load. She knew that she couldn’t hold out much longer, as did Amber, apparently. The woman had begun flexing her asshole, intentionally trying to milk Sierra dry. The succubus tried to resist, but the sight of the dripping, disgusting, shit-filled ass was too much for even the strongest being to handle and she finally surrendered.

Amber felt the results before she realized what had happened. Although, the look of pure bliss on Sierra’s face along with the warm feeling inside her ass meant she figured it out not long after. With the succubus temporarily satisfied, Amber was finally allowed to release the unholy amount of scat that was forcefully put inside of her bowels.

Following some very un-ladylike farts and gurgles, the shit began to slide out easily. While not a new sight for Sierra, it was uncommon and she, therefore, enjoyed the show. Having been stretched out, Amber’s asshole was now pushing out logs at least two inches in diameter, sloppy and glazed with the succubus’ cum. Thick white globs clung to the retched mass and a few drops slipped out when the sphincter wasn’t being plugged with feces.

Somewhat emptied, even Amber was able to sit up and marvel at the sheer quantity of waste that was leaving her body. She felt as if a weight was being lifted off her stomach, log after log of dense, vile shit being released. And what was coming out absolutely stunk, far worse than her natural shit from earlier. Whether it was intentionally created that way or not, she didn’t know.

When it stopped coming out on its own, she had to push to release the final few logs. When all was said and done, Amber estimated that there were at least ten pounds of filth between her legs and running down the side of the bed. Her ass was now sore and red, both from the violent fucking and the absolute reaming the bowel movement had done on her system.

Still, after all this, even after cumming three times, she wanted more. She diligently got on her hands and knees, crawling to the end of the bed and happy to find that Sierra was in the same boat as her. The succubus’ penis was still rock hard, standing erect at its full nine inches. The red flesh was covered in a dripping coat of shit, but Amber still took it in her mouth and began sucking it clean.

“That’s a good little girl,” Sierra moaned as she grabbed the back of the woman’s head, forcing herself deeper, “Take my dirty fucking cock and lick off all your shit.”

“Yes,” was all Amber managed to squeak out before the penis was forced back down her throat. She had given a few blowjobs in her day, but never with something this big. Her jaw was beginning to ache, and her esophagus felt sore and bruised from the violent fucking; she was loving every second of it.

The shit that was filling every square inch of her mouth was only making things better, Amber gulping down the bitter, vile sludge between each pump. What didn’t get swallowed was leaking from her lips and running down the sides of her face, leaving a stinking trail in its wake. Her eyes were full of tears, both from the stench that was filling the room and the force at which her mouth was being violated.

Still, she wanted to do more. Amber’s purpose was to pleasure the succubi so that was what she was going to do. Able to hold her balance with one hand, she used the other to reach between Sierra’s legs and gently fondle her taught balls. When she let her fingers travel a little lower, however, Amber was surprised to find them coated in a sticky film.

Moving her whole hand lower, it didn’t take long to figure out that she was feeling a dripping pussy. She knew Sierra had one before, but Amber assumed it had been replaced when the succubus changed her body to have a penis. Knowing that both were present resulted in some truly dirty ideas running through her mind.

Sierra was no longer looking at the woman she was fucking, now staring up at the ceiling as she violently used Amber’s mouth as a tool for her own pleasure. The sudden feeling of fingers entering her vagina was an unexpected surprise; she was glad Amber was taking initiative. In conjunction with the throat fucking, having her pussy fingered was bringing her back to the edge of orgasm.

Her thrusts were becoming deeper now, the succubus often leaving her fully inserted penis buried in Amber’s throat for a few seconds before pulling out. The feeling of the woman’s esophagus clamping down on her shit-covered cock was heavenly, tighter than her ass, and filled with almost as much human waste. She knew that only a few more pumps and she would climax.

“Are you going to be a good girl and drink all my cum?” Sierra asked, removing her cock from the woman’s throat just long enough for an answer.

“Yes,” Amber sputtered, coughing out a long string of brown-stained saliva.

Before the woman could spit any more, Sierra re-inserted herself. “If you make a mess you are going to regret it,” she hissed, rapidly thrusting now, “Not one fucking drop!”

Amber’s eyes rolled back as her head was gripped on both sides, Sierra now brutalizing her mouth. The woman’s fingers were still half-heartedly playing at the succubus’ slit, but it was difficult to maintain any sort of meaningful effort when her entire body was being shaken with such force. Still, she could feel Sierra’s vaginal muscles tightening around her digit only seconds before the torrent of cum was sprayed down her throat.

“Oh FUCK! You better be ready!” Sierra practically screamed as her grip tightened and she held the woman’s head in place on her cock.

The bursts came in long, thick globes of hot white seed. Amber could feel them being injected directly down her esophagus, joining the shit in her stomach to make a truly foul concoction of inhuman excretions. True to her word, however, she swallowed it all and ensured nothing was lost. Even when Sierra slowly removed herself, Amber sucked the few drops that remained from her tip.

“Good, you took all of it,” Sierra sighed, seemingly unphased, “Though your fingering could certainly use some improvement. Now, get on your back, it’s time you got your reward.” Not waiting for the woman to do it herself, she grabbed Amber’s shoulders and pushed her down to the bed. Using one hand on each thigh, Sierra pulled the woman until her pussy was at the edge of the bed, smearing shit everywhere in the process.

The strange, almost blasé attitude that the succubus had taken threw Amber off some, but she couldn’t claim that it was having any impact on her arousal. Her pussy was still dripping wet, even more so now that her mouth, face, and lower body were all covered in waste produced both naturally and magically by a demon.

Never in her life had she seen so much shit in one room, and it seemed she was in for more as she watched Sierra stick a hand between her legs. The succubus only took a second, her body tensing before Amber could see a large log emerge between her cheeks. Her view from the front made it difficult to judge the exact size, but when it landed in Sierra’s hand Amber guessed it was overhanging by roughly two inches on each side. So, in total, about ten inches long.

She got a much better view, however, when Sierra brought it forward and smashed it on the women’s pussy. Unlike her own, the succubus’ scat was a deep, almost black color. It was warmer, too, steam emanating from it despite the room being ambient temperature. It wasn’t hot, though, and Amber thought it felt good being rubbed into her slit.

With what remained stuck to her finger, Sierra took her hand and wiped it across the woman’s lips. She couldn’t help but smile as Amber willingly opened her mouth and took some of the shit inside, mashing it with her teeth and swishing it around her mouth. When she was done, the woman showed her teeth to Sierra, now stained a dark brown.

“It would be nice to have something to wash this down with,” Amber teased, running her tongue around the inside of her mouth as she stared wantingly at the demoness.

“You better be careful with that attitude,” Sierra chimed back, rolling her eyes but eventually giving in, “It’s going to get you hurt one day.” Shifting upwards to get a better angle on the bed, Sierra pointed her penis at Amber’s face, letting out a long breath as a stream of urine erupted from her tip. It splashed the woman’s chin, the succubus adjusting her aim until she was filling Amber’s mouth with her golden nectar.