Hungry for Love

Jessica didn’t wake up when I got out of the bed. Not really a surprise. I’d made sure to really fuck her brains out last night. A parting gift, you could say.

Two weeks were already pushing it. Once they ran dry, it wasn’t fun anymore and they might get some permanent damage, so why force it when there were so many other fish in the sea?

Especially since this was the day I went to a new sea.

I picked my clothes out of the general mess and after a bit of rummaging around I even found a small mirror. It’s kind of a miracle how quickly an apartment got messy once I’d moved in. Hopefully Jessica got enough of her energy back to clean up before some sort of vermin settled in.

Choosing a look didn’t take long. I liked my long hair too much to let them go, but as an art student I had to do at least something crazy with it. Purple, maybe. Yeah, purple did the job, but I added some flashy blue tips and streaks as well, because why the hell not? No point in doing anything half-assedly.

I sent a last glance through the room to see if I’d forgotten anything. Not that there’d be much I could forget, since I hadn’t brought more than my clothes. Well, just one thing left to do.

I crawled back into bed. Jessica was still sleeping, which made it even easier to plant the kiss of oblivion onto her forehead. No need for her to be heartbroken. Or become a stalker.

Not even an hour later I already walked through the fancy halls of the university. There was a good half an hour left before the introductory lecture, but I didn’t mind being early. It gave me time to hang out in front of the lecture hall and check out the crowd.

There were reasons I picked arts over any other field. That I wasn’t half bad with drawing and painting was one of them, but not the main one. Especially since I didn’t expect the professors to dig my style. High quality smut is still smut after all.

Nope, the main draw was the target audience. Unlike some other fields, I could expect a decent ratio of girls and, at least as important, there should’ve been a good chance that a lot of these creative girls also took their creativity to the bedroom.

Of course, life isn’t my personal porn buffet. Or at least it isn’t all the time. There were a whole bunch of dudes coming in and a good chunk of girls who were only interested in said dudes. But that didn’t mean I had slim pickings. Far from it.

As the minutes ticked by I saw a lot of girls who’d be very open for a little lesbian adventure. Enough that I could afford to be picky, especially after Jessica had taken care of my hunger so thoroughly. Still, you always had to be on the lookout for the next meal.

It didn’t take long to find a perfect target: A cute smile, cocky blue-tinted pangs, nice boobs, a bit of experience with women, but with a lot left I could teach her. Sadly she’d just started her period, so I’d have to keep her in mind for in a week or so.

With fifteen minutes left to the lecture most people already went into the room. I didn’t want to get left behind and I’d already laid eyes on a new candidate anyway. There was this girl trotting along the other students, pretty small, but cute. Also a virgin, which is always fun. She didn’t have any crazy hair styles, piercings or such that would’ve screamed ‘art student’ at the world. What she did have, however, was a perfect ice breaker.

“Nice shirt,” I said as I joined in with her.

She wore a black shirt depicting what I’d call the Last Supper, but much more metal. Leather-clad disciples, blood-covered Jesus and all. I had to give it to her, that wasn’t something you saw every day and details like this were always a good sign. You didn’t wear such a shirt if you had the personality of a fifty year old house-wife.

“Thanks. I figured I should wear something relating to art and this was on the top of the pile, so I thought, why not. You…”

It took about this long until her eyes fully registered what they were seeing. It was cute how her voice trailed off for a moment.

“You’re styles also… interesting,” she finished, a bit flustered. What followed was the classic game of her trying very hard not to stare as we shuffled into the lecture hall.

“It’s also an artistic statement,” I told her. “Since, you know, I’m becoming a student, so it’s kinda fitting.”

To be fair, she wasn’t the only one who had a hard time keeping her eyes of me, but that was the point. I’d opted for a slim top and a pretty short skirt, both checkered to really sell the “sexy student uniform” vibe.

“I see.”

She was very clearly into girls, but by the way she slightly blushed as she tried to look way, I had to wonder if she’d figured that out yet herself. Well, if not, I was glad to help.

The girl targeted a seat further down and closer to the Prof, but that would’ve fucked up my plan to use the time for some serious flirting. It wasn’t like the introductory session could be all that import anyway.

“How about here?” I asked and set a foot into one of the back rows. “We can see much better from up there.”

“Well, why not.”

She could’ve used the chance to get away. That she didn’t, meant that I’d already won.

“Name’s Nova, by the way,” I said as we sat down somewhere in the middle of the row. Most students flocked to either the front or stayed in the seats close to the stairs, so we should’ve been able to keep some privacy.

“Alice. Nice to meet you.”

No comment about my unusual name. Nice change of pace. One of the perks of being around artists.

“Pleasure’s all mine.” I made sure my smile was inviting, with a not so subtle hint of dirty. “So, what’s your deal with art? Body painting? Drawing people like one of your French girls?”

“Nothing that interesting, I’m afraid.” She looked flustered, but not too flustered. Perfect. “I like painting monsters from mythology, but, like, not the mainstream ones. The really weird ones, where half the work is just figuring out the anatomy. What part goes where.”

I liked her more and more. That hobby sounded crazy enough that I could have some fun with her outside the bedroom as well. However, before I could say something (most likely something corny about studying anatomy), some other girl chimed in from behind.

“I guess you’re more in the body painting and French girl business.”

The rows of benches were pretty steep, so I couldn’t see much except for short dirty blond hair and a pretty tanned face. She did have some stunning lips, especially with that naughty grin of hers.

“We got a winner there. What gave it away?”

The blond girl looked around. The lecture hadn’t started yet, but most of the seats were taken already. We had a bit of privacy on our little island in the far back, but she still lowered her voice when she answered.

“You’re Cherry, aren’t you?”

Well, that explained the secrecy. It took me a quick second to get my cool back. People rarely recognized me. Well, maybe they did, but at least it was rare for people to openly admit that they recognized me.

“I see, you’re a woman of culture,” I said.

She must’ve come in after us. There was no way I would’ve overlooked that aura while scanning the crowd. She radiated a healthy dose of bedroom experience coupled with an almost frightening lust for adventure. Where Alice was a fine treat, this girl was a barbecue buffet.

“Kinda. Mind if I join you?”

“Be me guest.”

She swung herself over that little desk thingy in front of her and dropped down beside me. Normally I’m not that into boots and army trousers, but with her they fitted quiet nicely. And while her sleeveless green shirt wasn’t the peak of sexiness, it did a good job showing of her muscular upper arms.

“Sorry, I’m afraid I’ve no idea what’s going on. Who’s Cherry?” Alice asked from my other side.

“My professional pseudonym.” I liked that phrase. It sounded fancier than it had any right to be.

“She’s a porn star.” The blond girl almost whispered, so nobody except for me and Alice would hear it. There went the fanciness.

“Yep, it’s my porn name.”

I had to give it to Alice: She took that revelation like a real trooper. Sure, she went redder than a devil after a couple of chili peppers, but many people just stare and have no idea what to say when I tell them about my job. Alice still had her wits about her.

“Wow. Didn’t expect that, but it makes, sense, I guess. I already thought that you were much too… good looking for a normal student.”

It would’ve been interesting to know her first word choice instead of ‘good looking’, but I’d take the compliment.

“Thanks. But it’s not like there’s a shortage of good looking art students. I mean, it hasn’t even started yet and I’ve already found myself two major cuties.”

Virgins are always fun, I thought, when Alice smiled while gnawing her lip so adorably.

“But you really are one, right?” The blond girl asked. “A student, I mean.”

I could’ve taken offense that she assumed I was here for less than innocent reasons just because I was a porn star. It wasn’t like she was completely wrong, though.

“I am. That talk about body painting and French girls wasn’t just for show.”

“That’s cool.” She had the decency to look a bit embarrassed about her assumption. “Like, really, cool. And sorry that I eavesdrop earlier. It was just, I thought, I know that voice, and then I thought, I know that face, and I had to make sure. I can leave you alone again if I’m bothering you. Could imagine that you’re sick of dealing with inappropriate fans.”

“Don’t worry about it. I love inappropriate fans. Especially when they’re this nice on the eye.”

She wasn’t one to turn red as easily as Alice, but one look at that smile was enough to know that I’d won her over. There was no need to rush it now. Especially since I didn’t want to be interrupted by the lecture just when things started to get spicy.

“And I think you haven’t told us your deal with art yet,” I brought the conversation back on track.

“Ah, sure. I draw trashy battle scenes. Think, Space Amazons versus Cthulhu. That kind of stuff. So yeah, I’m a woman of culture or something. Oh, I’m Trix, by the way. Think I haven’t introduced myself yet.”

This was getting better and better. “Seems like I managed to find the two most interesting people at first try.”

Trix leaned over a bit. Mostly so she could talk to Alice, but she was also clearly checking me out from the corner of her eyes.

“About that, Alice, wasn’t it? I’d like to see some of your work some time. You can never know enough weird and crazy monsters.”

“Sure thing,” Alice said.

Around this time the room got quiet. A couple of probably very important people had entered the stage. Some guy started talking. As expected, the beginning as a whole bunch of “Welcome to college. I’m the Dean of the Faculty of Whatnot, this is your future Prof in soandso, this is my trusted slave who’s clearly the only one present with any idea how technology works, and yada yada yada.”

I bumped into Trix to get her attention. “Wanna go somewhere later?” I whispered.

“Sure,” she said after barely a second. There was this glimmer in her eyes. This faint hope that maybe I meant what her perverted mind wanted me to mean.

The lecture took nearly two ours and all we got out of it was a bit of organizational information that would’ve fitted in five minutes, tops. But I was a good girl who sat on her ass and listened. Or at least I didn’t do anything to distract other people. Okay, maybe I could’ve chewed my pencil a bit less seductively, but that barely counts. And it was fun how it made both my new friends try and sneak some glances at me.

When it was over, we were in no hurry to leave. Everyone and their mother rushed to the exits as if they handed out something for free outside. Well, something other than these goodie bags. I already got one of those on my way in and, sure, a free chocolate bar is always nice, but good luck getting rid of the two kilos of paper waste that come with it, when all the nearest trash cans were already overflowing from the people who’d had the same problem. Anyway, we stayed at our seats and talked until the rush for the stairs was over.

As cute as Alice was, she just didn’t have this raw sexual power I felt inside Trix, so there was no question who I’d make a move on first. Didn’t mean I had to be an ass and drop Alice like an oily butt plug. She seemed fun to be around and not just as a backup meal. And if I was going to take this student thing seriously, I’d need some non-bedroom friends anyway. Or at least some not-just-bedroom friends.

Still, for the moment my target was set, so we said goodbye to Alice and agreed to meet her again tomorrow before our first real lecture.

“Coffee?” I asked once I was alone with Trix.

“Sure thing.”

We found a small cafe close the university. It wasn’t anything special, but we got a table for ourselves and they packed an extra big bunch of cream on my coffee when I asked them nicely, so what more could you want?

“I like your courage,” I said when we’d sat down with our drinks. Gotta make sure the conversation started off on the right foot. “Not many people openly admit that they know me.”

“Yeah, maybe that didn’t make the best impression of me.” Trix sounded not the least bit ashamed as she said that. “Guess I just wanted to get your attention. I’m a bit of a fan, if it wasn’t obvious.”

“Just a tiny little bit obvious.” I wiped up the top of the cream with my finger and sucked it clean. Such a stunt always had an effect and Trix was no exception. Her eyes were practically glued on me. “Anything you want to know about me? As a fan?”

“Maybe.” Trix took a long sip of her coffee. “But I don’t know if we should talk about that in public.”

“I don’t mind. But if you want to go somewhere more private…”

It was almost scary how big Trix’s grin got. “Could it be that you’ve got the hots for me?”

I’d wanted her before, but after this I knew that I had to have her. That girl had some real ovaries to call out a porn star on lusting after her. I hadn’t even seen her cleavage yet and she was already a lot more interesting than most of my previous partners.

“Maybe I have a bit of professional interest in you.” I wriggled my eyebrows to make absolutely sure she got what I meant with “professional”.

Trix laughed. “I don’t believe it. You mean it, right? You’re not just fucking with me?”

“I’m not. Not yet, at least.” I licked up a good spoonful of cream and watched Trix’s reaction. It was cute how she struggled to stay calm. She looked as if she’d explode if she couldn’t act on her excitement within the next minute.

“I can’t believe it. I’m on a date with a porn star. If I’d know that, I wouldn’t have come dressed like this.”

“Nothing wrong with your outfit.” Well, I would’ve dressed her up differently for sure, but she did look kinda hot with that no-bullshit army style. And besides, what’s flirting, if not a string of little white lies? “And I wouldn’t call it a date yet. But if you want, we can have a real date. Tonight.”

“That would be… Wait, don’t you have to… work… tonight?”

I was far too amused by this. “Oh, we’ve got a premium member here.”

Trix didn’t disappoint. She wasn’t bothered in the slightest by me calling her out like that and just said “Told you I’m a fan.”

I could’ve left it at that and with every other girl I would’ve. However, I had to see how much it took to get her flustered.

“Sounds like you would’ve had a date with me tonight anyway.”

She didn’t turn red. She did, however, have to hide behind another long sip of coffee before she was ready to answer, so that was at least a bit of a success.

“Well, I don’t have a premium membership for nothing.”

“Still, I’m honored that you’ve got my dates memorized. Or have you learned the times for all the girls?”

“Some of them.” Another long sip took her through her entire coffee, while I’d barely made it through the cream. “But you haven’t answered the question: When do you have time for a date? According to my schedule stalking, you’re already busy with Missy tonight. And I totally get it if you’re afraid you can’t do anything with me anymore after she’s done with you.”

I nearly suffocated on my coffee. Trix grinned at me while I tried to regain my composure. She was perfect.

“You’re real cocky, you know that?”

“Come on, you deserved it. You teased me about my membership.”

“Yeah, I totally did.” I downed my coffee in a quick swoop. “Anyway, about that date: If you want, I can bring you backstage.”

“Backstage to your work?”

“Yep.”

Trix looked at me for a few seconds. “Is this your idea of a first date? You take me to watch you fuck another woman?”

She tried to keep a straight face. She really tried. Didn’t mean she succeeded, though.

“You don’t have to look at us. You can also wait outside and watch us on your laptop.”

Trix got a bit more serious. “But really now, you can take anyone with you? Just like that?”

“Pretty much. It’s no big deal. Of course, you can only look, no touching. But I can show you around and I’m sure the others don’t mind chatting a bit.”

“Wow. I mean, if you’re really serious about this… It’s not like it wouldn’t be cool.”

“It’s a date, then.”

She wasn’t the first girlfriend I brought to my job, but Trix was by far the fastest to admit how much she wanted it. And she was the least intimidated by the prospect of meeting a bunch of porn stars in real life. With someone like her there was no reason to hold back.

“And how about I come crashing your place afterwards? Or you could come to me if your parents are home. I promise, Missy isn’t enough to make me run dry.

“For the record, I still think this is all totally crazy and unreal.” Trix stared at her empty cup for a moment. “But yeah, fuck it, why not? And don’t worry about my parents. They live in the countryside. Got me an apartment all to myself.”

“I knew I could count on you.”

We exchanged numbers and addresses. Her apartment turned out to be closer to the studio than mine, which was perfect. I’d have totally made an exception for her, but it was always nice if I didn’t have to make my home look like an actual human being lived there.

“So, do I need to know anything when I get there? Some password? Is there a dress code?” she asked once we’d got the technicalities down.

“Don’t worry, I’ll meet you outside. If you don’t find me, just give me a call. And you can wear whatever you feel comfortable in. I trust your judgment.”

“Cool. It’s just, I don’t want to embarrass you or anything.”

It was reassuring that she was at least a little anxious about the whole thing. I’d already started to wonder if I’d misread her and she wasn’t human after all.

“You won’t. Believe me, someone like you, you’ll fit right in.”

Trix gave me this slightly naughty smile that looks so damn hot on her. “I’ll take this as a compliment.”

“It totally was one. Well then.” I stood up. She did the same. “See you at six.”

I gave her a goodbye kiss. Nothing special, just a quick peck on the cheek. A little promise of things to come.

“Can I ask one last thing?” she said. “Before you go?”

“Sure.” All things considered, she’d asked barely anything when she must’ve had a thousand questions, so I was only fair if I entertained her a bit.

“How can your hair look so healthy and nice when you dye it all the time?”

I had to laugh. She stood before her favorite porn star and could ask anything and this was what she went with.

“Secret of the trade,” I told her. “But if you’re a good girl, I’ll tell you some other time.”

Yes, Trix seemed to be perfect in every way, but I wasn’t going to bend my fundamental rule for her: First we fuck, then we talk business.

After that I had an entire afternoon to kill. Sure, I could’ve hung out with Trix for the rest of the day. She’d have loved that, no doubt, and I’d have had a great time as well. But that wouldn’t have had any style. The waiting was important. This way she’d got a good six hours to work up the hype.

And there were plenty other ways a girl could have fun. I just called up a bunch of the gals, we grabbed something to eat and then went shopping for a bit.

While we strolled through the stores, I had to admit that my heart wasn’t all that into it. As much as I’d feasted on Jessica, the hunger shouldn’t have been back yet. And I wasn’t. Still, all I could think about was my upcoming date with Trix.

Something was weird. It was normal that I looked forwards to my meals. Who doesn’t? Especially when it’s something this tasty. But I shouldn’t have been this eager. There was something about her that my other meals didn’t have. Maybe it was just the way she’d been able to keep up with my guerrilla flirting. She definitely had some confidence going on. And she was hot in her own way. Especially when she had this smile on her lips that makes you want to ride her right then and there.

Not that any of this was enough of a reason to shake like a school girl before her first kiss. I’d keep cool and use the time for the important things. What I was going to wear, for example. Not that I was gonna wear it for most of my date. Fera’d have the clothes stuff covered. Still, my outfit was the first thing she was going to see when we met and I also needed to look presentable when I came over to her.

Trix had said something about drawing Space Amazons. I could work with that. Not that it was easy to find stuff of that caliber, but we had all afternoon to hit the stores and it gave me something to do so the anticipation couldn’t get the better of me.

If you needed any more proof that there was something wrong with me: I arrived at our meet-up point ten minutes early. Ten minutes early! Like an absolute loser who’s starved for attention.

At least Trix had come even earlier. I could see her from afar, pacing up and down the sidewalk. So adorable. And boy, had she given herself a makeover. Well, she still had a bit of an army vibe with her brown hot pants and her firm boots. They had a hint of heels now, though. And her tight top finally gave me a glimpse at her tits. Their size was modest even for my liking, but if they were as firm as they looked, I wasn’t going to complain.

She did a little double take when she spotted me. “Wow, that’s… something,” was the most she brought out in the first shock.

“You like it? I bought it specifically for you.”

People liked to lust after me when I walked past, but I’d rarely been so much the center of all attention as I’d been that day on my way to our date. I guess the only reason my outfit was legal at all was, that there exist cosplays which are even sluttier. Not many, admittedly, but still.

“You look incredible. I hope that’s okay.” She waved her hands over her clothes.

“Girl, you’re on fire.”

I pulled her into my arms and gave her a nice long kiss. Trix proved once again that she was the best I could’ve wished for. I loved assaulting my girlfriends like this right at the beginning of our relationship. It was always cute how they froze up and then stare at me with open mouth and shining eyes as if I was the sexy coming of Jesus. Which to them I was, I guess. Not Trix, though. She only took a few seconds to get herself together and kiss back.

When she used her tongue, there was no stopping me. If she asked for it this much, I had to show her what she’d gotten herself into. She did her best to push back, but the tongue war was over in a flash. She was still only human after all. If I wanted to mouth-fuck her, there was nothing she could do.

After at least a minute of hardcore face sucking she finally looked like I’d given her a sexual epiphany. “Wow. Can all porn stars do this?”

Welp. Maybe I should’ve held back at least a little bit. Having a tongue that’s potentially three times as long and ten times as strong as it should be was great, but it also made it much too easy to get carried away and do stuff that shouldn’t be possible.

“Nah, that’s my special technique.”

Trix didn’t question it anymore, so maybe I hadn’t gone that overboard. Or I’d overwhelmed her enough that she hadn’t noticed. God, it was time I got her under my spell. This whole charade was such a hassle every time.

“So we’re really together now, hm?” She almost managed to keep her cool when she said it.

“That’s the point of a date, isn’t it? From now on you can do with me whatever you want.”

“And if I want to kiss you again?”

How could I’ve said no when she looked at me with this naughty smile?

Being almost discovered once was enough, so this time I held back a bit. Trix didn’t. She pushed her tongue into my mouth with a force like she’d spent all her life eating pussy. As I struggled not to suffocate on her love, she reached around and grabbed my ass with both hands. And when I say grab, I mean she really dug into my cheeks with her fingers. Of course I couldn’t just stand there and take it.

If we hadn’t been out on the streets, there was no way this kiss wouldn’t have led us directly into sex. We felt each other up until we couldn’t think straight anymore, but neither of us wanted to give up, so we kept going at it like two bunnies in heat until we finally had to break it off, if only because we both needed to breathe.

“Are you always this fiery with your girlfriends?” I asked her. Going by her aura, she’d had just a handful of partners yet. Her lips spoke a different story.

“If I can. But most girls get intimidated if I’m like this.”

“Lucky that I’m not like most girls, then.” I took her by the hand. “The rest’s gonna have to wait, though. Gotta go to work.”

“Right.”

That small step she made towards me. She wanted to kiss me again. I licked my lips, just to tease her even more before I took her to the studio. Not that I didn’t want to kiss her, too. I did. Almost a bit too much. No human should have such sexy lips. But it was the same thing as why I’d left her alone after our coffee. Anticipation is a powerful weapon. Get the fire burning in her so she’s blazing hot by the time I gave her what she wanted. And I didn’t even need to read her aura to know how hot the fire burned inside her. It was just a bit scary how much I was burning as well.

We walked to the studio hand in hand, like the adorable, sexily clad couple we were. Trix didn’t say much as I led her through the door into the inconspicuous building. We were a porn studio, not a brothel, so we didn’t need to broadcast what we were doing to the world. Okay, actually, that was exactly our job. I meant that the outside of the building didn’t have to give a hint as to what was going on inside. Anyway.

“Hi, Fera! Hope you don’t mind that I brought my girlfriend with me. She’s a premium member, so I figured she’d love a backstage tour. So yeah, Fera, that’s Trix, Trix, that’s Luzferato, our director, but everyone calls him Fera.”

He extended his big hand and Trix shook it. She looked more than just a bit overwhelmed.

“Nice to meet you,” Fera said. “Known Cherry for long?”

“We’re fresh in a relationship,” I gave the keyword.

Fera returned a tiny nod. “I see. Do I not live up to your expectations? You look a tad taken aback.”

Trix swallowed, but she got over her anxiety like the sexy trooper she was. Not that I could blame her. Meeting an incubus had an effect, even on lesbians. Not a sexual one, of course, but you couldn’t ignore how much of a presence he was.

“No, I’m just surprised, that’s all. I guessed Fera was a girl name.”

Fera gave her a bright grin. “Well, it is. It’s also the best nick we found for Luzferato. And it kind of legitimizes me working here.”

That, plus his general expertise as a director and, last but not least, that he was gay. It always helps when the director doesn’t get turned on too much by the things he’s directing. Keeps it more professional.

“He’s the only male staff in this part of the Naughtiverse Studios, in case you’re wondering,” I told Trix. “Anyway, I think it’s time you met the girls.”

My shot with Missy was the second for tonight, so she wasn’t even here yet. Strictly speaking I didn’t have to be, either, but I’d wanted to give Trix as much of a show as possible and I loved hanging around in the studio anyway.

We must’ve been kissing longer than I’d thought. There was barely any time to have a chat with Lilly, Siren and Vixen before they were off to their shot. On her way out, Lilly asked me to work my magic on them. Technically she asked me to “cheer them on”, since I’d also given them the keyword about Trix. I told her that I would. With a big helping of Jessica behind me and a truly glorious meal in the near future there was no reason to be stingy with my powers.

While Fera gave them their final briefing, I took Trix to the waiting room. From there you could see everything that was going on through a big window, but it was sound proof, so we could talk to our hearts content.

“And now we wait,” I said as we sat down. “Our videos are about half an hour, but they usually take about two hours to make. Hope you won’t get bored.”

Trix grinned like a madwoman. “Don’t think so. And if I do, you’ll just have to entertain me.” She took my hand again.

“Will do,” I said and leaned to her. It must’ve taken her so much willpower not to kiss me when my lips were so close to hers.

“Won’t they mind if we make out here?”

“With all the lights in there, that window’s basically a one way mirror.”

That was all she needed to hear. She didn’t get as touchy as outside, though. Maybe she was afraid that Fera could burst in every moment. Didn’t stop her from kissing me pretty much continuously.

In the background the three girls did their thing. Today they had a wholesome threesome compilation with lots of naked cuddles and some head being between someone else’s legs more or less all the time. Once they really got going, I reached out and gave them a little nudge to make sure they had fun in there. And since I was already at it, I sent a bit into Trix as well. Not that it was necessary, with how much she already burned for me, but it was fun how her tongue got even more forceful.

“That was a great idea for a date,” Trix said between kisses. “It’s like watching porn together. Only better.”

“Yeah, there should be more porn live performances.” I licked her lips, which immediately got me another forceful kiss. Most other girls would’ve had a sore jaw at this point, but Trix hadn’t even slowed down.

“And I love how much fun they have,” she said once she’d let me go again. “I always thought most of it was just an act, but they look so happy even between the takes. Almost like real lovers.”

“That’s the secret of our success: We only hire girls who’re really into it.”

Well, that, and frequent magical assistant to make sure they stayed really, really into it. Even the horniest human struggles with their sex drive when they’ve got to do the same scene several times. That’s how you usually end up with bad acting, faked orgasms and, the biggest sin of all, badly faked orgasms. But with a dedicated succubus around, the most harmless acts could feel like the sexiest thing ever.

“If it’s always like that, I might need to get a part-time here.”

I couldn’t tell if she was joking or not. Not that it made much of a difference.

“In that case, I might be able to get you in. But I’ve got to warn you: You’ll have to convince me of your skills first. And my auditions are pretty intense.”

“How am I holding up so far?”

“Well, I haven’t seen much yet, but your oral stamina is impressive. That’s good. We can always use another carpet cleaner around here.”

Trix frowned at me, but that smile never left her lips. “If you’re this sassy, maybe I need to make you clean my carpet.”

“Is that a punishment or a reward?”

She looked like she was going to shoot something back, but instead giggled like a hyena on ecstasy. I had no idea what was going on, but her laughter was contagious.

“Hey, it wasn’t that funny,” I said with a big stupid grin that I just couldn’t keep down.

“Yeah.” Trix wiped her eyes. Slowly she calmed down again. “It’s just, I’m having the time of my life. Finally there’s someone I can be this stupid with.”

“I’ll be your idiot for as long as you want.”

“You’re not an idiot, you’re perfect.” Trix kissed me, but it wasn’t one of her forceful lewd kisses. More like a quick peck on the lips. It still made my stomach all fluttery. That was the final sign that something was really, really wrong with me.

“Nah, perfect is a bit much. Did you already forget that my idea of a nice date is taking you to watch me fuck another woman?”

I hoped that a bit of joking around was enough to stop her making these lovey-dovey eyes at me. Not that it worked.

“Excactly. None of my other girlfriends would’ve dared to do something this dirty. Not even close. If I’d talked with them like I talk with you, they would’ve been gone in an instant.”

“They’ve got no idea what they’re missing out on. And now you’ve got me.”

What was I even doing? Flirting was one thing, but this here was getting dangerously into serious relationship territory. If this went on, I’d end up feeling bad about what I was going to do. Hell, I felt bad already. Yeah, I guess technically I was a parasite, but there’s nothing wrong with promising a girl the best sex of her life and then giving her the best sex of her life. In, out, no harm done. Well, except for those few bites of life force, but even that regenerates eventually, so whatever.

And no matter what some people might say about us, I did have some standards and some fucking decency. I didn’t want to make a girl hope for a future together and then drop her after a few nights. Especially not if said girl was so happy that she found a girlfriend who could appreciate her inner pervert. And especially especially not if said girl was as cute and hot as Trix.

Fuck, I really was falling for her.

I made sure we spent most of the next ten minutes or so kissing. More tongue action meant less dangerous talking. And kissing her felt way too exciting. Like, I’m never one to say no to a good tongue wrestling, but with Trix it was like I could’ve sucked her face for ages and not get bored of it.

We only stopped when Missy arrived. The poor girl looked pretty confused when she stumbled onto us like that.

“If you want, I can wait somewhere else,” she said after a very quick and slightly awkward introduction session. “If I disturbed something here.”

“No, it’s no problem.” Trix looked a tiny bit flustered. Maybe she did have some shame about getting this lewd in public after all. Or it was Missy’s presence. She was our tallest and strongest girl, which could be intimidating when you didn’t know her yet.

“I mean, you work here. If anything, I’m disturbing you,” Trix continued.

Missy gave her a disarming smile. “Don’t worry, you disturb nothing. It’s always nice to have someone new to talk to. May I?”

It took Trix a bit to realize that Missy had asked for permission to sit down with us. “Yeah, of course! Whatever you want,” she finally spurted out.

I giggled. It showed that Trix knew Missy only from the videos. “It’s okay, she won’t bite you when she’s not on duty.”

Missy joined in. It was always a sight when this giant pile of muscles giggled like a little girl. “I see. You’re a fan?”

“Not just any fan,” I threw in before Trix had a chance to deflect it. “A premium.”

“Ah, nice.” You gotta hand it to Missy, coming from her it sounded like that was a genuinely nice thing. Which it was, if you asked me, which not many people ever did for some reason. “So you already know me.”

“Kind of. But I didn’t expect you to be so…”

“Friendly?” Missy completed the sentence with a smile. “Yeah, playing the mean dominant one sells better. And it’s a lot of fun. Anyway, how did you meet Cherry?”

In the next half an hour, until the threesome shot was finished, we chatted with Missy. Trix quickly got used to this friendly version of Missy and they got along just fine. I let them do most of the talking. Trix was a strong girl, she could handle herself. And I liked watching her lips move when she talked…

Then it was time. The three girls came back and went to the dressing room, winked at me in passing, and Fera called us in.

“Well, I’m afraid I’ve got to kidnap your girlfriend now.” Missy stood up. “Don’t worry, you’ll get her back as good as new. If you want I’ll try to go easy on her.”

“You’d disappoint a lot of our loyal viewers if you do that,” I said. “Trix here for example.”

Trix grinned. “Yeah, don’t mind me. I’ve been looking forward to this video. That I get to take Cherry home is just a nice bonus.”

“I’m just a nice bonus to you? My heart is broken,” I joked.

“Aw, let me fix that.” She pulled me back to her and gave me another nice, long kiss, one of those with a lot of tongue and ass grabbing, just the way I liked them. “And now go do your job. When you’re finished, I’ll come and pick up the pieces.”

She sent me off with a smack on my ass. For that alone I wanted to proclaim my undying love for her.

I could see why Trix would’ve looked forward to this video. Each of the girls specialized in one or two things. Makes it easier to market. Gotta have a brand and such. Anyway, Missy’s deal was that she was merciless with a strap-on. If you wanted to see a woman getting fucked by another one until she can’t walk anymore, you watched Missy’s videos.

My thing was being really into everything. I had sex with the camera at least as much as with my partners. On the other side of the camera were the nice people paying us, so of course I’d make sure they got every penny’s worth out of it. And it helped that I always used my powers to get my partners worked up. All that led to my videos being the most intense ones. And the most popular, if I was allowed to brag a bit. Maybe I wasn’t, since it was kinda an unfair advantages I had. Anyway.

Fera later told me that it was possibly the best video we ever made. I believed him. I’d dedicated it to Trix after all.

She wasn’t visible through the glass and I had to look at the camera anyway, but I made sure to give it my all for her. I wanted her to get my loudest moans, my lewdest faces and all of the sex.

Maybe I overdid it a bit with how much magic I worked on Missy. The going easy part was long forgotten. She was brutal. Normally she held back unless the camera was focused directly on the action. She had to, since no human girl would’ve survived getting her holes destroyed for two hours straight.

Well, I wasn’t a human girl.

Didn’t mean it was easy.

Missy rammed into both of my holes with the fury of an entire Amazon tribe. I could take a lot of punishment, but after that session even I walked like a cowboy after a week on his horse. Didn’t help that I made her take the big, twisted one. The one that got most women singing Hallelujah after a couple of thrusts. I only hoped that Trix didn’t want to fuck me that violently as well. Or maybe I hoped that she did.

The reward for my troubles came as soon as I went back into the waiting room. Trix pretty much jumped at me. “God, that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen!”

With my heightened senses for these things I noticed the smell immediately. I still made a point of sniffing a few times, just to make sure Trix noticed that I’d noticed. “Could it be that you touched yourself when you watched us?”

“Well… maybe a bit…” Her eyes darted to Missy, who excused herself with a big grin.

“I mean, how could I not? It’s almost a reflex. I see you in this room and I gotta do what I gotta do. And it was really fucking hot.”

“But if you’ve already taken care of yourself, you don’t need me anymore, right?”

“As if. I can’t wait till I get you home.” Her look got a bit more serious. “Unless you’ve got enough for one night, of course. I’d totally get it. That looked pretty intense and it’s not like there aren’t other nights for us. And I mean, you’re the reason I finished myself off, so I guess technically we did have sex already.”

I didn’t stop her outburst. It was cute how she worried about me while she was still far too horny for her own good. “Don’t worry, I’m still coming home with you. That’s your nice bonus after all, isn’t it?”

“It totally it.” Trix pulled me into a quick kiss. “But my nice bonus looks kinda like she’s all fucked out.”

“I’m never all fucked out. And in the worst case we’ll find another way you can use me. I heard you needed a carpet cleaner.”

“You’re so stupid,” she said and she looked so adorable that it was impossible not to kiss her. So I did.

By the time we got to Trix’s apartment I was still sore, but I’d recovered enough that I could walk normal again. We were also horny as fuck.

It didn’t help that Trix had decorated her bedroom with tons of her drawings and paintings. Wherever you looked you had scantily clad woman fighting tentacle monsters. Most of these tentacle monsters were more Lovecraft than hentai, but still.

Not that I had much time to look at the pictures. I threw my clothes into the corner as soon as we entered. They were sexy, but not exactly comfortable and I wasn’t gonna need them anymore. Trix had barely taken her top off when I already pinned her against the wall with another kiss.

Most of my partners had been perfectly fine to surrender themselves to the pleasures I gave them. Not so Trix. She grabbed me by the shoulders and one forceful twist later it was me against the wall.

Her breasts weren’t all that special, but she had rock hard nipples that poked into my own squishy boobs. I needed to find out what sounds she made when I sunk my teeth into them.

Trix had other plans. I’d barely bent down when she grabbed my by the chin and held me up. Two of her fingers slipped deep into my mouth. “You promised to take care of me. Still up for it?”

I moaned my confirmation, my tongue wrapped around her fingers, sucking them like the slut I was.

“I noticed that there aren’t any videos of you eating out another girl. Why’s that?”

She didn’t remove her fingers to let me answer. If I hadn’t been soaked already, that power move would’ve done it.

“It’s because I’m too good. They can’t handle it,” I tried to say, more or less successfully.

It wasn’t even that far from the truth, but she couldn’t know that so she took it as another sexy joke.

“I can handle it. Would be a shame to waste that hot mouth of yours.”

She finger-fucked me until I drooled all over her hand. I couldn’t control myself anymore. My body humped her leg all on its own.

Trix reached down. She giggled when she found how wet I was. “You’re still this needy after everything Missy did do you? You’re a bit of a slut, aren’t you?”

She smiled as she said it, showing me that she didn’t mean it. Not that I cared. I wanted her to mean it.

“Then maybe you need to treat me like one,” I mumbled through her fingers.

The grin she had when I said that! That delicious, devilish grin.

“Maybe I should.” She pulled her hand back, paying no mind how that made my drool splash onto both of your tits. “On the bed! Now!”

It wasn’t even a command. A violent push sent me almost flying into the bed. If it hadn’t been build from massive wood, I’d have totally destroyed it when I crashed onto the mattress.

Trix got out of her hot pants. Not that it took her long, but I wasn’t gonna sit there idly for even a second. I spread my legs and stroked my sloppy cunt right in front of her. “Don’t make me wait. I need someone to take care of me.”

She grabbed my wrists and slammed them into the mattress, to both sides of my head. “You’re such a horny slut.”

“What you’re gonna do about it?” I hooked my toes into her panties and pulled down. She actually had a patch of carpet down there. A fluffy pillow of the same dirty blond. So she either was a natural or very dedicated in her dye job.

“I’m gonna show you your place, that’s what I’m gonna do.”

She let me go long enough to slip out of her panties and get something from the cupboard. A violet Hitachi wand.

“If you already got such a thing, what do you need me for?”

“That’s not for me.” Trix plugged it in and gave it quick test. For a moment the delicious humming of far too powerful vibrations filled the room. “I just figured that you wouldn’t be satisfied with less.”

She crawled onto the bed and straddled my face, kneeling on both my arms so I couldn’t do anything when she shoved her pussy onto me.

“You know what you’ve got to do.”

As if she’d even need to force me. Her pussy was still sticky from the time she’d taken care of herself. She couldn’t have stopped me from eating her out if she’d tried.

“And to make sure you don’t get bored.” She crushed my clit under the wand and switched it on. “Don’t expect any mercy until you get me off.”

I’ve often wondered what mad genius invented these things and if they were even made for humans. In the right hands they were terrifying weapons and I’ve seen many women reduced to slobbering messes by them. Especially if you used them as brutally as Trix did. You can’t handle these crazy strong vibrations drilling into your most sensitive places. It’s far too much pleasure and there’s no way to get away and you know that you can’t hold back. You’ll explode and that will only make it so much worse, but you can’t do anything about it. If there was a hell that all the naughty sex addicts get sent do, I hoped it looked like this.

I’d barely lapped up all of Trix’s juices when the first orgasm ripped through me. One of the perks of having an extra sexual body. And Trix made true of her threat. She didn’t stop her assault. The wand kept tearing into my spasming clit and made me ride out that orgasm for what must’ve been several minutes. I might’ve been a creature of sex, but even I could do nothing but moan and scream when I was cumming this hard.

And it didn’t stop there. Trix didn’t care that my body needed to relax for a moment, or that after such a glorious climax my pussy was so sensitive that every touch was almost painful. Just the opposite.

“You should get going. It’s only gonna get worse from there.”

The glee she had in her voice! Time to show her that she wasn’t all that high and mighty. If she wanted to play rough, I could do the same.

A few fun facts about the tongue of a succubus: Most of the time it looks like a normal human one, so we don’t blow our cover, but in its unleashed form it’s more like a tentacle than tongue. A slimy, flexible tentacle full of tiny, almost invisible nubs. And if that’s not enough, it covers itself with a low-key aphrodisiac. My tongue’s such a force of pure sex, I’ve made several women come just from licking their nipples.

And now Trix felt the full power of this weapon of mass seduction against her pussy. I didn’t care for secrecy. It wasn’t as if she could see me anyway, buried under her like I was. And that adorable yelp when I licked over her pussy lips made the risk completely worth it.

“What the…” Her sentence died in a deep moan as I pushed all the way into her.

That was another perk of my real tongue: It wasn’t just the perfect sex toy, I also had surround taste when I use it. I don’t expect you to be able to imagine what that’s like, but let me tell you: When I eat pussy, I get to know it inside and out. And if you have someone as tasty as Trix and she clenches around your tongue with her juice-covered walls, it’s pure bliss. Nothing you’ve ever tasted compares to that.

No woman stood a chance when I tongue-fucked her and Trix was no exception. “Fuck, fuck, fuuuck…” Each fuck got louder and longer. They degenerated in a throaty moan and I knew I’d won.

Until she pinched my nipple and twisted. I’d managed to distract myself from the wand, but that sweet pain brought it all back and my body betrayed me. A second orgasm ripped through me and I lost all control. It was glorious. My nipple burned, my clit screamed and all the while I still swam in her lewd taste. And that triumphant gasp of hers, that she’d managed to push back her orgasm in the last moment.

I screamed my lungs out from all the pleasure. Some girls get scared by how loud I can be. Not so Trix. It only spurned her on more. She almost churned my pussy with her wand, trapped me in that sweet suffering until I finally stopped cumming and the suffering got a lot less sweet.

At that point I was completely lost in that sexy delirium where there’s nothing but raw pleasure. The vibrations still drilled into my clit without mercy. I was sweating all over from how exhaustingly painful all that stimulation got and I was vaguely aware that I must’ve squirted at some point. Not that it mattered. Nothing mattered except eating her out again and get her to finish before she completely destroyed my pussy.

She was almost there. With each second I pushed into her she got louder, but that bitch deliberately held herself back to torture me and she had a fuckton of stamina. My own cunt already screamed that it was about to explode again. But I was gonna take her with me. She was only human, I couldn’t lose to her. I closed my lips around her clit, sucked it with all my might, rubbed my tongue over it, did anything to show her who of the two of us was the incarnation of pleasure.

Finally she couldn’t hold back anymore, but not before she tore another orgasm from my throbbing cunt. She got nearly as loud as I did when she exploded into my mouth. I immediately licked up her lovely juices, but it was nothing compared to the rush when her delicious life force hit me.

Imagine your favorite flavor of ice, but as a smooth liquid that fills you up, flows through every vein from your toes to your finger tips and makes you feel like the bloody Queen of the world. That’s what life force feels like. And Trix’s was especially potent. Her cheerful sexiness, her dominance, her irresistible attitude, everything that made her the perfect girl blended together in that rush of energy.

I should’ve put her under my spell, made her all mine. But for the first time in my life I didn’t want to. Fuck the rules. I didn’t want to have Trix under my control. I wanted her just the way she was. It was the worst possible moment for important decisions, still half delirious from three consecutive brutal orgasms and high on life force, but I swore myself that I’d make it work. I’d have a relationship with Trix. Not one of predator and prey. She was no prey. If anything, she was as much a predator as me.

When I came down from my high, Trix had collapsed on top of me. I couldn’t blame her. She’d resisted the full assault of a succubus tongue for far too long. All that bottled up pleasure would knock anyone out when it finally exploded.

With a bit of help she turned around so she could face me. She looked completely gone, floating in her own little cloud of bliss.

“You made a real mess,” she mumbled, that manic grin never leaving her lips.

“I think that’s your fault.”

“‘t was too much fun.” Her head dropped onto my chest. “We should change the sheets.”

“Later.” I pulled her a bit higher so I could kiss her. She kissed back, but slowly as if even lifting her tongue was too much work.

“You were great,” I told her. “The best sex I ever had.”

Even in her worn out state she still managed a little snort. “As if. Bet you say that to everyone.”

“Of course I do. But with you I mean it.”

“Sure.” She slowly dragged her fingers over my cheek. “Just tell me that it’s not a one night stand. That I get to keep you.”

I turned my head and gave her finger tips a playful lick. With my human tongue, of course. “Sure you do. I’m your little slut now.”

Trix giggled. “Yes you are,” she mumbled, closed her eyes and that was the last thing I heard from her that night.

I carefully rolled her off me and onto the pillow. A quick glance confirmed that, yes, the bed sheets were a complete mess, but whatever. Trix needed her sleep and it wasn’t like I wasn’t used to sleeping in my own mess.

“Sweet dreams.” I kissed her on the forehead. When a succubus wishes you sweet dreams, it’s not just an empty phrase.

I woke up at around eight, according to the little clock on the cupboard. Rather early for me, but I still felt the aftermath of yesterday’s energy rush, so it wasn’t all that surprising.

Trix already stirred in her sleep. I bent over and kissed down her neck to wake her up fully.

“Hmm?” she murmured and rubbed her eyes. “What time is it?”

“Time for some morning fun,” I purred.

Trix looked at the clock and let her head drop back into the pillow. “Fuck, we didn’t set an alarm.”

“Why should we’ve set… oh.” Right, lecture started at nine.

There was no need to panic. From Trix’s flat it wasn’t even half an hour to the university. Sure, I should’ve probably make a quick trip home beforehand to get something more appropriate to wear than my slutty pseudo-cosplay. Then again, I could always say that it was an artistic statement. Or I’d borrow something from Trix. Both was fine with me.

“Guess we’ve got to have breakfast in bed if we want to make it in time.” I left it to my smirk to imply what kind of breakfast I preferred.

Trix didn’t even notice. “I don’t know, I’m not really feeling it today.” She yawned. “Like, anything. I could just sleep for the rest of the day.”

Right. Life force withdrawal. The other reason you should always put your food under your spell immediately.

Technically I could’ve still done it, but if I drained her twice in such a short time, she was bound to have a total crash later. I didn’t want to fuck up the beginning of her semester. It wasn’t her fault that her new girlfriend was a parasite. No, I’d have to make sure to get her going now and come up with a long time strategy later.

“Come on, sleep is for the weak! And we promised our monster expert that we’d be there.” I jumped out of the bed to set a positive example.

“Right, there was something.” Trix yawned again. “Or we could cuddle up again until midday or so. The first lecture can’t be that important and we’ll still make it to the one in the afternoon. Maybe.”

That was evil. How could I be the voice of reason in this situation? Did she think I’d not rather stay in bed with her than do something actually productive?

If she’d suggested the same thing yesterday, there was no way I could’ve resisted. But seeing her tired and deflated like this, it was almost sad. Usually the spell masked the worst symptoms of the withdrawal. Well, at least until it got too bad and it was time to move on, that is. But in my infinite wisdom I’d thought it a good idea not to manipulate her like that. As if draining her life force was no manipulation. Does having a crush on someone always lead to such stupid decisions?

“No, we’re good students and we won’t slack off on the first day.”

“Second day,” Trix mumbled but at least she sat up.

“First day that counts.” I took her hands and pulled her out of the bed.

Trix rubbed her eyes again. “Yeah, you’re right. Don’t know what came over me. Must’ve slept badly or something.”

“Yeah, maybe.” I bit my lip. “You’re okay?”

“I guess. Just tired and a bit… meh. Hope a coffee fixes it.”

She did feel a bit better after a coffee and by the time we got out of the tram and walked the last steps to the university, she was almost back to her old self. Before we entered, she pulled me aside and gave me a good, long kiss.

“That’s for being such a good friend,” she said. “I don’t know what’s gotten into me in the morning, but I would’ve totally thrown everything. Good thing at least one of us had some common sense left.”

“Don’t worry about it. We’ve all got bad days.” I forced myself to smile. It would’ve been easier if she hadn’t been this grateful. I’d only done the bare minimum to fix the damage I’d done, after all.

Trix took my hand and walked me to the lecture hall. I trotted along, lost in thought. I’d have to tell her in the evening when we were alone again. Like, everything, not just the rose-tinted version I usually told my girls when I had them under my spell. She deserved to know. And who knew, she was a smart girl, maybe she’d even figure something out. Some way we could make this work where I didn’t have to turn her into a zombie.

“Hi! I already worried that you wouldn’t show up.” Alice’s voice brought me back to reality.

“Yeah, we forgot to set an alarm and almost overslept,” Trix said.

It was still five minutes to the start of the lecture, but most of the other students were already in the room. Alice didn’t seem to be in a hurry to get in, though. The way she fidgeted around as she looked at as, there had to be something going on. I was glad for every distraction, so I latched on to it immediately.

“Before you ask, yeah, we kinda hooked up yesterday.”

“I see. I mean, cool. You’re cute together.”

There was something else. She shouldn’t have been this flustered just by seeing us holding hands. And every time her eyes wandered to me, they immediately darted into another direction. Could it be…

I took a closer look at her aura and grinned. She was still a virgin, but there were some clear traces of afterglow around her. Usually masturbating leaves only a very fleeting impression on the aura. She must’ve been really going at it, and not only last night. It was too fresh for that. And she had problems looking me in the face…

Now, of course there could’ve been another explanation, but the evidence was clear and it was worth to give my master detective skills a shot, if only to see her reaction.

“Could it be that you looked up my videos?”

For a moment Alice looked like she was suffocating. Bingo.

“How did…”

“Just a hunch.”

Alice turned red. Like, completely. I’d made many girls blush, but it rarely extended half the way down her arms.

“I’m sorry, I was just… curious, I guess.”

“No harm in being a little curious.” I could’ve left it at that, but then again, where would’ve been the fun in that? “So, did you like it?”

“Come on, don’t tease her. You know she liked it. She’s got good taste after all. Right?”

Alice still looked like she was boiling over, but she managed a brave smile. “I guess I do.”

We barely made it inside in time. I guessed Alice wasn’t too unhappy that she had a good hour to think about what to say next. It might’ve been a tad cruel to put her on the spot like this, but if I’d learned anything, then that there’s no better way to force people to open up a bit.

I forced myself to listen to the lecture, if only so my thoughts couldn’t go in circles about how I should approach Trix later and how the conversation would go. The Prof didn’t exactly make it easy. The course was about the history of art, which was boring enough in itself. Worse than that, it was another introduction, more or less one and a half hours of a table of contents of the course. Like, we knew what we were gonna do that semester. We’d downloaded that crappily edited pdf that called itself a script.

Somehow we made it through without falling asleep. I was especially proud of Trix. Guess the withdrawal must’ve been pretty much gone at this point. It’d only been the very first bite after all, so it shouldn’t have been that hard to recover from.

The introduction to our applied arts seminar was at three in the afternoon, so we’d got a lot of time to kill. Alice asked us if we wanted to be left alone, but we weren’t gonna have any of that. If we sent Alice away right after her confession, she’d feel like we ditched her for being a pervert, when in reality that was the best reason to keep her around.

Of course most of the seats and tables on the campus where already taken. We found a little table for ourselves in some ominous corner of the university that looked half like a utility shaft, but as far as we could tell there’d been no barrier to stop us from entering there, so whatever.

Alice still seemed uncomfortable about our earlier conversation, so that had to be dealt with right away.

“Just so you know, I really don’t mind you watching my videos. Or having some quality me-time while watching them. That’s what they’re made for. It’s always nice to know that I made people happy with my work.”

“Okay.” She didn’t sound all that convinced. “I mean, I don’t want things to be weird.”

“Things are only as weird as you make them.” I gave her a winning smile. “And if you think I’m judging you, just remember that I’m the person who took her girlfriend to the porn studio as a first date. You can judge me back as much as you want.”

Alice laughed nervously. “You actually did that?”

“She actually did that.” Trix sighed theatrically. “So yeah, if anything, I wouldn’t be surprised if you flee from us because we’re so weird.”

“It’s okay.” Alice still seemed nervous, but at least her smile looked genuine. “You’re weird in a cool way.”

“Aren’t we all?” said Trix. “And since we’re already talking about weird stuff: You don’t happen to have some of your pics on your phone? I really wanna see your work.”

We spent the next couple of hours mostly on our phones, showing each other our pictures, with a little pause in the middle when Trix got up to get us some snacks.

Alice hadn’t promised too much when she’d said that she found the weirdest creatures in all of mythology. She had wheels full of eyes, she had centaurs with mouths on their feet and a whole gallery of other beasts of this caliber, many of which with such a broken anatomy that I couldn’t even start to describe what they looked like. The sex appeal of pretty much everything approached minus infinity, but not everything in life needed to be about sex to be cool. Controversial opinion, I know.

Alice in turn had a lot of fun with Trix’s trashy battles and I entertained both of them with my gallery, including the results of my attempt at self-body-painting. I felt like it helped Alice to get more comfortable if I shared these intimate pics of me myself.

The time for the seminar came all too early. Not that the seminar itself was something to write home about. Another introduction. But at least in that course we’d get to actually do something and we were told to form groups of two to three for the coming projects, which was just perfect.

A bit less perfect was when we said goodbye to Alice and Trix asked me what my plans were for tonight. To be fair, I could’ve phrased it better than “Could I come home with you? There’s something I need to tell you.”

Trix immediately frowned. Yes, that sentence is poison, but it slips out so easily.

“You’re not telling me that you want to break up I hope? Because my appartment seems like the worst possible place for that.”

“No, nothing like that. There’s just… something you should know about me. Something I don’t wanna talk about in public.”

“That’s rich, coming from the person who tells everyone and their mother that she’s a porn star. But I’m intrigued.”

That was about the most positive attitude I could hope for, so I took it. On the way back we made a bit of small talk, but mostly we kept to ourselves. Trix was clearly itching to find out what I had to tell her. I guessed she thought I had some weird kink to confess or something.

She didn’t beat around the bush at all. We were barely through the door when she already confronted me.

“So, what’s that big secret of yours that the public mustn’t know?”

Her grin was a bit shaky. Well, no reason to let her anxiety build up even more.

“I’m a succubus. Like, a real one. With magic and all that shit.”

Usually when I tell people that, they’re already under my spell, so they just accept it. Given that Trix didn’t have that bonus, she reacted quite well.

“That so? I mean… you’re pretty good in bed. I guess.”

There we had that classic frown of a person who was starting to worry if she’d let a nut job into her home. Didn’t worry me, though. I had more than enough proof to show her. This part of the conversation wasn’t the one I worried about.

“Comes with the job,” I said. “That and a few other things. Remember when you asked how my hair look so healthy when I dye them that often? Well, I can do this.”

And just like that I was a redhead.

“Wow. I mean… wow.”

Trix circled around me, her eyes glued to my hair. I guess she tried to see if this was a trick. Time to step it up a bit.

“Yeah, I can do pretty much anything I want with my hair.”

I ran my fingers through it and a few seconds later I was a the perfect goth, one part of the head shaved off, the rest of the hair pitch-black with pink tips hanging over my face.

Trix stopped. A quick color change was something you could maybe fake somehow. This style she couldn’t explain away that easily.

“Okay… that’s kinda freaky.”

“It gets better. In case you wondered why I could eat you out that well.”

I opened my mouth and showed her my tongue. My real tongue. Not in its entirety, but a good ten centimeters of fluttering flesh are more than enough to make an impression.

You had to hand it to Trix: She didn’t panic. The way she looked at my tongue seemed more like scientific interest than anything else. “Can I… touch it?”

I nodded. Trix poked at my tongue with her fingertip and I had to giggle. It was too precious.

After that first test didn’t lead to disaster, she got a bit more daring and grabbed my tongue. I felt really weird, but with all the shit I dumped on her, I had to at least indulge her a bit.

“Amazing. It’s real.”

I wanted to go on with my explanation, but, fun fact: You can’t talk when someone else holds your tongue. Or at least not in a way that anyone would understand. At least my garbled noises brought that point across. Trix apologized and let go.

“Thanks.” I stretched my tongue. “Anyway, that’s my secret, in a nutshell.”

“I see.” Trix sounded kinda spaced out. Couldn’t blame her. The human brain had its own tricks to protect itself against too much weirdness.

“So… am I the first one you tell that? Or does everyone know? Like, the other porn stars? Or…” Her eyes widened. “Wait a moment! Are all of them succubi?”

“Nah, they’re all human. Well, except for Lilly, she’s also a succubus. That’s also why there’s no video with the both of us, if you ever wondered about that. Would feel too much like incest. Well, it would be incest, technically speaking. But anyway, all of them know. Oh yeah, and Fera is an incubus.”

All that information had to overwhelm her, but I couldn’t help myself. Chatting about this random trivia delayed the moment when we had to tackle the more serious issues.

“I think we should sit down.” Trix walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge of it. I did the same and watched her get to terms with everything.

“So let me get this straight: I’m not the first own you tell this. Like, not at all. Everyone you ever slept with knows this, too, right? And all of your kind tell everyone? How doesn’t the entire world know about you at this point?”

And so I told her about the spell, although for the moment I made it sound like the key to casting the spell was to sleep with someone. We’d get to the feeding part. Eventually. I couldn’t delay it forever.

“So you can mind-control everyone you slept with? Wait a second!” Trix jumped up. “Are you controlling me right now?”

She wasn’t screaming. Yet. But there wasn’t much missing, either. High time to defuse the situation.

“No, I’m not. I can’t control people. The spell only makes people more chill about things. So they don’t freak out when I tell them what I am, for example. And I didn’t even put you under the spell. Case and point: I told you what I am and you’re freaking out.”

“I’m not freaking out, okay?” Trix sat down again. She only did it to make a point, I guessed, because she fidgeted around so much, it would’ve been a lot less unnerving to watch if she’d just paced up and down. “I’m not freaking out. It’s just a bit much to take in.”

She took a deep breath. “So you didn’t put that spell on me?”

“No.”

“But you did it with all your other girlfriends?”

“Yes.”

“But… why?” Trix did a short, nervous laugh. “Why do you bother? What makes me different?”

There we had it, the first big question of the evening. But I wasn’t a bashful maiden. I could just say it outright and keep it cool.

“Yeah it could be that I kinda have a bit of a crush on you.”

That’s it, never before has anyone kept it this cool. Seriously, how do humans survive crushing on each other? That’s a lethal dose of awkwardness and cringe right there.

“Wait, you’re serious, right?” Trix looked as if she’d laugh any moment. I really hoped she wouldn’t. I felt ridiculous enough as it was.

“Yeah…”

Trix stared at me for another couple of moments before she got up. “Okay, sorry, but I need a drink right now. You want one, too?”

“Sure.”

I watched her walking off to the fridge, feeling kinda deflated. “I need alcohol” isn’t exactly the optimal outcome for such a confession. Sure, I’d pushed a lot on Trix all at once, but still. Sitting there on the bed, alone, waiting for something to happen, it kinda made me feel like shit.

Trix spent a couple of minutes in the kitchen. More than should be necessary to pour two drinks. I wanted to join her, but that would’ve been pushy. She deserved a few moments to herself. Most likely she needed the time to figure out a nice way to turn me down.

Okay, now I really needed that drink myself. It was stupid to focus on the worst possible outcome like that and I knew it. Didn’t mean that I could get it out of my head so easily. It shouldn’t even have bothered me that much. I switched girlfriends at least every two weeks. It shouldn’t have been a big deal if one didn’t work out. But if one didn’t work out, why did it have to be Trix?

When Trix finally returned with the drinks, I was a total wreck. She gave me a glass. Vodka Coke or something. Didn’t matter, it had alcohol in it. It took all my willpower not to down it in one go.

“So, what do you say?” I knew that I came off far too eager, but I had to know.

“Well…” Trix took a long sip. She seemed more at easy than I was. “I guess it’s a big compliment, having a succubus fall in love wit me. Means I must be doing something right.”

My heart sank. “That sounds like there’s a ‘but’ coming.”

Trix sat down beside me again. “I don’t know, you tell me. I mean, it’s freaky as fuck, but whatever, I’d totally give it a shot. You’re fun to have around and it’s not like I’ll get that chance again anytime soon.”

Well, at least it wasn’t an outright rejection. Still sounded more like I was just an adventure to her. Yes, it was hypocritical to complain about that, but it would’ve been so cute if she’d said that she also, kinda, maybe had a bit of a crush on me.

“However,” she continued and that word set off all of my alarms again. “I have no idea how this works. Is there any catch? Do I sell my soul if I get together with you? Something like this? Anything I should know?”

And there we had it. The thing I’d been dreading to talk about for the entire evening, brought up at just the perfect timing when she was reconsidering if she even wanted to have me anyway.

“Yeah, I guess there’s a catch.” I sighed. Well, I’d have had to tell her at some point anyway. Better to get it out immediately and not gloss over it, or she’d be even more pissed when she found out eventually. “I… I kinda feed on the life force of the people I sleep with.”

Trix gave me a skewed look and emptied her glass. “Come again?”

So I told her how every time I brought a human to orgasm, I automatically drained some of their life force. I also came clean about her slow morning being the aftermath of me feasting on her and also about how usually the spell covered up these side effects, at least for some time. She listened to it all and didn’t throw me out immediately, which, I guess, was the best outcome I could’ve hoped for.

“Okay, that’s seriously fucked up,” Trix said when I’d finished. “I need more alcohol for this.”

“Just bring the bottle.”

She did indeed get the entire Vodka bottle and the Coke. There wasn’t much Coke left, but the way Trix poured herself the next drink, she only used it as an artificial coloring agent anyway. Not that I went for a healthier Vodka to Coke ratio.

“So… just to be clear…” Trix took a big sip from her slightly colored Vodka. “You move in with a girl, suck her dry for a week or two and then you drop her. And it takes them months to recover. That’s how you work?”

I didn’t answer, just had another go at the alcohol myself. If you phrased it like this, it sounded pretty awful.

“How do you live with yourself?”

“Look.” I sighed. Yes, it was fucked up, but some things in life just are like that. “I didn’t choose it, okay? And I’ve got to eat. I mean, is everything you eat morally okay? And it’s not like I kill people, I just drain them for some time. And in return they get the best sex of their lives, that has to count for something.”

That came out a lot angrier than I’d intended to. Trix looked back into her glass. “Sorry if I struck a nerve. I’m just trying to wrap my head around everything, I guess.”

“Can’t really blame you.”

Trix swirled her glass and watched the resulting alcohol vortex. “I guess you don’t usually tell people this,” she finally said. “What with the spell covering it up and all.”

“Yeah, you’re pretty much the first.” And hopefully the last. I wouldn’t survive having this conversation on a regular basis.

“So, what exactly was your plan? How this was going to work?”

I had to laugh. “You really think I had a plan? I’ve got no idea how this is supposed to work out. I just… I wanted to be honest with you. And I guess I hoped if I told you everything, you’d come up with something. It’s stupid, I know.” I took another sip before I could make even more of a fool of myself.

“I see.” Another sip. “And I guess you need to eat again tonight?”

“Doesn’t have to. It’s not a problem if I don’t eat for a couple of days.”

Well, I usually started to get cranky after two or three days with no food and I’d never gone for an entire week, but that’s mostly because I liked to spoil myself. There’ve been succubi who haven’t starved after an entire month, but I didn’t even want to imagine that. Usually your sanity cracked after two weeks, tops.

“So that means we don’t have to come up with something right now? We’ve got a few days do think?”

She’d said ‘we’. Maybe there was some hope after all. And if she really decided to give it a shot, that was more than worth it to go hungry for a bit.

“Absolutely. We’ve got a week, easy.”

Okay, now I was really pushing it, but I needed her to say yes. And I was still pretty full from Jessica and the previous night, so it should’ve been doable.

“Well then.” Trix downed the rest of her drink in one go. It was better not to think about how much Vodka that’d been in just about half an hour. “Guess I have a succubus girlfriend now.”

“You do? I mean, you’re serious? You still want me?”

Trix laughed and let herself fall back onto the bed. “Yeah, what the hell. You’re hot and we only live once. We’ll figure this out.”

A lot of this might’ve been the alcohol speaking but I didn’t care. She’d said yes, nothing else mattered. Future us could deal with the rest.

“You’re the best!” I dropped down on top of her and shoved my tongue into her mouth. She tasted of barely anything but alcohol, but it wasn’t like I’d been much better and I needed to show her how happy I was.

“You’re pretty good yourself,” she said when I let her breathe again. Yep, definitely the alcohol speaking. “But I think I liked you more when you were purple and pink.”

It took me a few seconds to get what she was talking about. Turned out I never removed that silly goth haircut. One moment later I was the crazy art student again.

“Much better.” Trix ran her fingers through my hair. “Anything else you can do? Sex powers I should know of?”

“A few.” I gave her another quick kiss. “But maybe that can wait until the next time. You’ve got a lot to deal with already.”

Trix smiled her naughty smile. “I can always deal with sex. Sure you don’t have something you can show me? Something that helps me relax without sucking my soul?”

Well, if she asked like that. She certainly deserved a reward for taking it all so well.

“I might have something like that. You know, I can make people who are already into me horny.”

Trix looked at me for a moment with slightly unfocused eyes. She snorted. “That’s some big magic. I can do that, too. I just take off my clothes. Worked every time so far.”

I didn’t answer. Why talk about it when I could just show her how wrong she was? I sat up and showed her my empty hands. Proof that I wasn’t touching her in any way. Then I sent a sharp spike of power into her. Just for a couple of seconds, but at this intensity it was more than enough.

Her fingers clenched around the bed sheets and her gasp was just adorable. I noticed that we’d never changed the sheets. Maybe it was for the better. We were about to soil them again anyway.

“What the… how did you do that?”

“I told you: Magic.”

Trix licked her lips. “Can you do it again?”

Of course I could. Out of all my powers, that was probably my favorite one. It sounded so overly specific, almost useless. Unless you realized how versatile it really was. Mostly I used it to lure shy virgins out of their shells, low-key raising their arousal until they couldn’t help themselves anymore. Or you could do what I was doing with Trix, short, intense impulses of pure lust. Not so stealthy in comparison, but going by the reactions, it had to be quiet something. And the restriction of the power: Totally irrelevant. I can make pretty much any girl with lesbian tendencies fantasize about me, with a bit of work on my looks, if need be. And those who were still not into me, why would I’ve wanted them anyway?

I made Trix taste a couple more spikes, until she squirmed under me. Was it wise to use so much magic when I’d just sworn to stay away from life force for a while? Nope. Was it hot as hell to watch her twist and turn and bite her lip as she tried to deal with these bangs of arousal? You bet.

“God, you really are something else.” Trix got out of her clothes, which took her more tries than it should’ve. “Come on, don’t just look at me. You can’t fire me up like that and then not finish the job.”

She grabbed her own breasts and squeezed them. It was more for my pleasure than hers. I knew that she’d much rather put her hands to work between her legs, on that sweet pussy that was almost shining pink from my magical assault.

“You were right. You also have the power to turn people on.”

I couldn’t let her stay the only one to be naked. My clothes were dealt with in an instant. It was a blessing and a curse that I didn’t get drunk as easily as humans.

“Told you so.” Trix pulled me down so I lay on top of her once again. “And now shut up and fuck me like the naughty hell spawn you are.”

“What’s in it for me?” The joy that Trix had decided to take me in, coupled with her writhing naked body, had kicked my sex drive back to where it belonged. Maybe this night I’d make her eat me out.

Trix frowned. “No soul sucking. I thought that was clear?”

My stomach churned. “I didn’t mean it like that. Just wanted you to fuck me as well.”

“Oh.” She couldn’t know how much of a low blow her mistrust had felt like, but at least she had the decency to look embarrassed about it. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay.” I kissed her to show that I wasn’t mad at her.

“But hey,” she said. “I don’t think I can get up without an accident anyway, so if you want to sit on my face, now’s your chance.”

It was impossible not to return her smile. “Nothing I’d like to do more”

“Then get do it! I want to know what a succubus tastes like.”

She shuffled back so her legs didn’t dangle down the edge of the bed anymore. I followed her and straddled her face like she’d done with mine the night before.

It wasn’t exactly the most functional sex ever. The alcohol had made her tongue heavy and unfocused, but I didn’t mind. She was still better at it than the average girl. Or at least it felt that way to me. And what she lacked in precision she made up for in enthusiasm. She pushed her tongue into every part of my cunt she could reach. Apparently succubus cum tastes different to everyone, depending on what turns them on. I wouldn’t know. To me I just taste like sex.

I fucked her with two fingers while she ate me out. Nothing too special, but after all that magic I’d pushed into her, she couldn’t take much and I couldn’t risk draining her by accident. So I just took it easy and enjoyed her tongue.

It wasn’t difficult to make me come and soon I exploded onto her face. That’s when the best part started. It may be a controversial opinion, but an orgasm isn’t the best thing about oral sex. Sure, it’s nice and all, but it’s not all that special compared to how hard you can come with other methods. No, the best part is right after.

I tend to get pretty messy when I explode. Combine that with my juices being almost like a drug and you end up with my girlfriends always taking their sweet time to clean me up. If anything, they get even greedier after I’ve come than before and they rub their hot tongues all over my throbbing cunt when it’s still all tingly from my orgasm.

If I’d given Trix a bit more time, I would’ve easily come again, but I had to focus or I would’ve brought Trix over the edge without even realizing it. My fingers still pumped her pussy, but I got up and sat beside her to get her attention.

“Play with yourself! Show me what a naughty girl you can be.”

Tomorrow we’d have enough time to explain all the mechanics. For now I only needed to make her do the right thing, in a way her drunk, horny mind could work with.

She mumbled something I didn’t understand, but her motorics still worked well enough. One hand got rubbing her clit right away while she squeezed her breasts with the other. I’d have to make her do it again when she wasn’t intoxicated. Watching her fuck herself like an animal in heat was hot enough, but she had a lot more potential. I was sure, if she’d really put on a show for me, she’d know how to make both my mouth and pussy drool just from watching.

I pulled out right before she exploded. She grunted in surprise, but her fingers drove her the rest of the way. The spasms of her orgasm brought out her abs real well. I’d have to ask her some time what sport she was into. There was no way she got this much muscle just from painting.

Slowly Trix came down from her high. She turned her head to me. “What was that?”

I lay down beside her. “I’ll tell you tomorrow.”

She sighed. “More succubus stuff I need to know?”

“Yep.” I kissed her. “But don’t worry, it’s not that much anymore. And nothing that bad.”

“Whatever you say.” Trix closed her eyes and rolled back on her back. “It was a bit awkward tonight, but still nice.”

“Well, it was a pretty awkward evening.”

Of course she would’ve noticed that I’d been a bit beside myself. I hoped she wasn’t too disappointed that her first sex after I told her what I am hadn’t been all that great. Well, compared to the day before, at least.

“Yeah, it was.” Trix pulled me into a half cuddle. “But don’t worry,” she mumbled. “We’ll figure this out.”

“You’re the best.”

Trix opened her eyes again and groaned.

“What’s the matter?”

“Nothing, I just remembered that I’ve still got to get up and brush my teeth.”

The perfect opportunity to show her another perk of being with me. “You know, the kiss of a succubus heals bad breath and makes the teeth shining white.”

“Is that so or are you just fucking with me?”

“It’s true. But it only works if it’s a really long kiss. With lots of tongue.”

That last part was made up, but the way I saw it, everyone profited from that little lie.

“Well, you’re the expert.”

She rolled over and that was the story how this awkward evening at least ended with a really nice good-night kiss.

We’d once again forgotten to set an alarm, but it wasn’t a big deal. We only had one preliminary meeting for another seminar at eleven. And without the life force drain, Trix was awake and well at half past eight anyway.

She’d been pretty drunk the night before, but that had been less from the amount of alcohol and more from the speed she drank it at. Just the better, as it seemed like she didn’t suffer from a hang-over.

While Trix was in the bathroom, I prepared breakfast. Not something I usually did, but usually I had a fuck-buddy and not an actual girlfriend. I mean, when I say “prepare breakfast”, it’s more like “put a bunch of breakfast-like stuff I found in Trix’s kitchen on the table”. If I ever become I maid, I’ll be one of those who’s main duties are to look pretty and be in the bedroom. Everything else would be a lost cause. But hey, I did something and it’s the thought that counts, right?

“I could offer you my guest tooth brush, but if I remember correctly, you don’t need it.” Trix came in from the bathroom and sat down. She’d put on a slip and I liked how she didn’t think that any more clothes were necessary.

“Correct. Nice plates, by the way.”

“Thanks. A friend of my mum’s has a ceramics shops where you can bring your own designs.”

I’d figured that you wouldn’t find them in a classic shop. My plate showed a jungle scenery growing along the border with a bit of sky in the middle. On one side a couple of tribe-women carried a sedan chair with what was possibly their queen. A queen with only one leg. Said leg was in the mouth of a grinning lion on the other side of the plate.

“But nevermind that now. I think we need to talk.”

“Maybe.” I reluctantly looked away from the crazy plate design. If someone had asked me, I’d had more than my fill of serious talking the previous evening and I would’ve been more than happy not to do it again so soon. Still, it wasn’t like that was for me to decide.

Trix waited until she was sure that she had my unshared attention. “Just to make sure I got that straight: You’re a succubus and you suck the souls of your lovers.”

“I don’t suck souls, I eat a bit of their life force.” I’d let it slip the day before, because Trix had been drunk and I’d been too happy that she hadn’t thrown me out right away. Didn’t mean I had to keep on taking it.

“Is there a difference?”

I gave her a deadpan look. “I don’t know. Is there a difference between a mosquito sucking your blood and a lion biting off your leg?”

Trix raised her eyebrows. “Don’t get snippy. It’s not my fault that I didn’t have demonology in school.”

“Sorry, didn’t mean it like that.”

Okay, maybe I had and maybe I was kinda sick of it that we were always thrown in the same pot as the other citizens of hell, when we were really not half that bad. I needed to not fuck this up, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t teach her a few fundamentals. “And I’m not a demon. I’m a cubus, that’s something different.”

Trix snorted. “You look pretty curvy for a cube.”

“Congratulations. You’re the very first person who came up with this joke.” I gave her a smile to show that I wasn’t grumpy or anything. It really wasn’t her fault that she had no idea how any of this worked. “But yeah, that’s the way it is. So, anything you want to know?”

The conversation could take longer, so we could just as well start the breakfast. I grabbed a slice of bread and the glass of Nutella and realized that I’d completely forgotten to put some knives and stuff on the table. Did I mention that I’d be a terrible maid? And I’d be the first one to eat Nutella right out of the glass with my fingers, but if you wanted to get it on a piece of bread, even I have to admit that there’s a reason people invented tools.

“I’ll get it.” Trix went to the kitchen to get the missing cutlery. “But yeah, last night you said there was a reason the sex was kinda strange. Some succubus stuff I don’t know yet.”

Actually, the main reason the sex hadn’t been that great was that the whole situation had been pretty weird. But yeah, this was most likely the best time to fill in the last details.

“Yeah, there are a few technicalities. Thanks!” I took a knife and could finally prepare my healthy snack. “You see, I automatically consume the life force of my partner when they orgasm, but only if a part of my body is the direct cause.”

Trix stopped in her own breakfast preparations. “Come again? It’s too early for riddles.”

“Basically: If I eat you out, it counts. If I finger-fuck you, it counts. If I use a strap-on, it doesn’t count. Unless I rub your clit at the same time, then it counts. And if I fuck you with a strap-on and then I twist your nipples and you cum… Hm, actually, I’ve no idea. I guess it should count, but maybe it depends on the person and their nipples. Interesting question, though. Anyway, I think you get the picture.”

“I see.” Trix took bite of her strawberry jam bread. A bit of the jam stuck in the corner of her mouth, but she quickly got it with a flick of her tongue. “So I guess that’s the reason there’s no videos where you go down on another girl until the end.”

“Yep. No eating on the job.”

“Okay…” She chewed on another bite while she thought about it.”But that means as long as we take care about that, we can have sex any way we want? Nothing else I need to know?”

“Don’t think so. Shouldn’t be too much of a problem, though. I mean, there’s an entire video library of ways to have safe sex with me.”

“There definitely is.” Trix finished her bread and licked her fingers clean. “You know what, I think I’ve heard enough.”

I waited for her to continue talking. I didn’t think she’d go back on her word and throw me out after all. Still, if there’d ever been a moment where it was safer to not say anything that could possibly fuck things up, it was probably this one.

Trix put everything down and looked me in the eyes. “Real talk now. I want this to work. I really do. But you’ve got to prove to me that this isn’t completely insane. Can I trust you that there won’t be any nasty surprises? No soul sucking, no life force draining, no dragging me to hell, no crazy demon ex of yours assaulting me? Or at least none of that stuff unless we’ve talked about it beforehand in all the details.”

That didn’t sound so bad. Especially with that qualifier at the end. “So, you mean, I could drag you to hell if I talk to you about it before?”

“Don’t push it,” Trix said, but she grinned. “Though I’ve got to admit, you might be hot enough that it’s worth going to hell for.”

“Hell’s not all that bad if you know the right people.” I grinned back. Hadn’t expected it to go this smoothly. “So yes, I promise, no nasty surprises. But does that also mean no magic in the bedroom?”

Trix laughed. “Are you crazy? Do you think I’d date a succubus and not let her do what she’s best at? No, no, in the bedroom I want you to show me everything you’ve got. As long as there’s no catch to it, of course.”

“And what if we fuck outside the bedroom?”

“Every room is a bedroom if you want it to be.”

I got up and bent over the table, not caring that my boobs tangled into the bread bowl like two big cinnamon rolls. “Have I told you that you’re just perfect?”

“You can repeat that whenever you want.” She pulled me into a deep kiss. That her mouth still tasted of sweet strawberries only made it better.

I’ll have you know that we managed to act like responsible adults. Sure, we made out until the butter got all soft and needed an emergency transfer into the fridge. There might’ve also been a lot of ass grabbing and nipple sucking. And neck biting. Never forgot that sweet, sweet neck biting. But the point is, when we looked at the time, we broke it off and got ready to go out.

To be fair, I didn’t stop because I wanted to be a good student. Well, not just because of that, at least. I also stopped because that left her far too worked up and when I asked her if I could come again that night for a good, long fucking session, she agreed immediately. Not that she would’ve refused otherwise, but as I already said, sometimes a bit of waiting can make all the difference between a good fuck and a really, really great fuck.

So we moved out. Once again I had to borrow some clothes from Trix. Her sizes matched mine only if you stretched the meaning of the word, but I could make it work. Except for the bra size that was, but it wasn’t like I needed such a thing anyway. Gravity-defying boobs are one of the more underrated perks of being a succubus. Still, it was high time I went home again to get some of my own stuff.

It was a good thing we hadn’t skipped the lecture. Not because of the lecture itself, that was forty minutes of “this is what we’re going to do this semester” and one “until next time organize yourselves in groups of three or four”. Thanks, already got that covered. No, the thing that made it worth coming was Alice.

Apparently her parents owned an art studio and they wanted to support her making friends, so they let her have it to herself for the entire weekend and she could invite whoever she wanted.

“I thought it’d be cool if we could, you know, spend two days painting together. Have some fun and get to know each other. If you want to, of course.”

That wasn’t much of a question. I rarely had a real art studio to work with and having two hot girls as inspiration was the icing on the cake. Trix saw it the same way, so it was a date.

“Just an innocent little question,” I said. “Are we only going to work on our own stuff or would you be up for a nude drawing session?”

Alice smirked at me. She didn’t look the least bit embarrassed. “I figured you’d say that. But yeah, if you want to, I’d be totally into that.”

Yeah, I bet you’d be, I thought. I couldn’t prove it just from her aura alone, but I was sure she’d once again fucked herself to some of my videos. Maybe I should ask Fera to let me have a look at the list of new members. The free material runs out fast.

That sealed our plans for the weekend in the best possible way. Well, locking myself up in a sex dungeon with Trix would’ve been nice as well, but we could do that any other weekend.

After lunch I went home to pack some of my stuff, so I could spend the next couple of days out without having to leech off Trix’s wardrobe. And since that only took a few minutes, I spent the rest of the afternoon getting a drink with Siren and Vixen.

There’s not much to say about this. It was the usual, hanging out, chilling together, talking about stuff. They gushed about me actually having a girlfriend now, we gushed over some new pics of Vixen’s cats, we talked a bit about the shoot the three of us had next Monday. As I said, nothing special, but there’s no better way to get my juices flowing than a nice hang-out. Well, my non-sexual juices. You know what I mean.

In the evening I arrived at Trix’s with a small bag of clothes. We’d both waited long enough. The best proof of that was how Trix opened the door in nothing but her bathrobe.

“Someone’s eager to start,” I greeted her. Her hair were damp, but not wet enough that she’d believably just stepped out of the shower.

“Well, someone’s promised me a lot of sex tonight.”

She pulled me in and I kicked the door shut behind me. We immediately continued where we’d stopped in the morning, lips locked, tongues dancing, hands grabbing. By the time we reached the bedroom, we’d both lost our clothes. I’d expected her to throw me onto the bed again, but instead she let go of me and took a step back.

“I’ve been thinking,” she said slowly while her eyes wanderer all over my body. I made sure to stand upright and open my legs so she had a perfect view of everything. “You can change your appearance. How far does that go?”

“Not very far, but there’s a couple of things I can do. Thinking about anything special?”

I had an idea what she was on about and she didn’t disappoint me.

“Well, I was thinking, I have a strap-on lying around somewhere, but, like, do we really need it?”

“You want me to grow a dick?”

“Maybe?” She bit her lip. “So, can you do it?”

I checked her aura again. Usually I didn’t bother much with this kind of information, since it was more or less useless to me, but yeah, Trix definitely swung both ways.

“More or less. I can’t do a real cock, but close enough. It’s real intense for me, though.” That, and it took a fuckton of magic.

“Oh? So you mean it’s too much for you to handle?”

Most likely I would’ve done it anyway, but after she grinned at me like that there was no way I could back out.

“As if. Watch me!” I took a deep breath and pulled the hood around my clit back.

“Just so you know, this is maybe the third time or so I’ve done this. Like, ever.”

I already knew how it was going to feel, but that didn’t mean I was prepared. The magic rushed into my clit. I’d played around with suction cups a few times and it was kinda the same, only that this here was a lot more intense. And it came from the inside as well. As if someone blew up a balloon under my clit while someone else sucked it with all their might.

“God, fuck, fuck, fuck,” I stammered between my clenched teeth. My clit had made it to the size of a small thumb, but that only meant that this was far from over.

I tried to distract myself by focusing on Trix, who in turn stared at my growing cock in wide-eyed wonder. Her fun was definitely worth this. And it wasn’t like it hurt. It was just so… argh!

My legs shook, but I couldn’t steady them. The magic running through my blown up clit was like electricity, a constant twitching and tingling that shook me all over. At least I didn’t collapse. Unlike the last two times. Maybe you got used to this. There were succubi who did this all the time.

Finally it was over. With about ten centimeters it was a far cry from your typical porn monster cock, but it was thicker than what you usually got. And it had a crown of nubs around its tips, which was a clear plus compared to the real deal.

It also throbbed like crazy. It always did that after the transformation, for a minute or so until the self lubrication finally set in, but God, growing that thing was a nightmare. We hadn’t even started and I was already sweating.

“That’s so cool.” Trix crouched down to get a better look. “Can I touch it?”

“Sure,” I said bravely and immediately gasped as she ran a finger along its length.

“Wow, that thing looks sensitive. Is it really just a big clit?”

“Told you it’s intense. And it’s not as bad as a clit, but nearly. I don’t know if I’m doing something wrong, but it’s a lot more sensitive than the real deal. Maybe…ngh!”

“Hey, that’s fun.”

If I’d thought that Trix would take pity on me, I was oh so wrong. She trapped my new cock in her fist, so her thumb could play around with the nubs at its tip.

“It’s pretty slimy, though.”

It’d finally started lubricating. Which was good, as it made me a little less sensitive. It was also bad — or maybe even better — because Trix’s skin sliding over my shaft was already almost more than I could handle.

“Yeah, it runs on my pussy juices. Makes it slide better.”

Trix took her hand back. My wetness formed glittering strands between her fingers. She gave her palm an experimental lick. “That stuff is so good.”

I should’ve known what she was about to do from her hungry gaze, but I was too slow and she’d closed her mouth around my cock before I could react. Her wet, warm mouth.