Hungry for Love

It was too much. She sucked me off like a madwoman. Her tongue lapped furiously around my shaft so she wouldn’t miss a single drop. I had to grab the corner of the bed so I didn’t topple over. My whole body twitched as my throbbing cock exploded into her mouth.

“Wait, did you seriously come from just that?”

Thankfully she gave me a short break. I could take a lot of pleasure, but her tongue on my post-orgasmic cock-clit would’ve been hard even on me. “Told you it’s sensitive.”

“It’s also yummy.” She licked over my dripping tip. That alone was enough to make me shudder again. “Sure you can fuck me with this thing?”

“I have to admit, I’ve never tried it. I only grew a cock twice and both times I was alone. It was just an experiment.”

And I really hadn’t been sure if I could handle it to use my cock for its intended purpose. I still wasn’t, but I only needed to look at Trix’s manic grin to know that no more hesitation would be allowed.

“Time to take your virginity then.”

She got up and pushed me onto the bed. “You look a bit afraid,” she told me as she crawled onto me.

“Maybe a little bit.”

“But why?” She grabbed my boobs. Her right hand was still sticky from my juices. “You’re a big, strong sex demon, aren’t you? You can handle a bit of pleasure.”

“I’m not a demon,” I reminded her. “I’m a cubus.”

“And just like that you’ve lost any chance that I go easy on you. That’s what you get for being a smart-ass.” She bent down further and flicked her tongue over my lips. “But you never wanted me to go easy on you, right?”

“Of course I don’t.” I kissed her. Maybe I was afraid, but in an exciting way. And I couldn’t say no. Not just because I’d look like a wimp if I did. Pretty much every time I’d fucked one of my meals, I’d been their revelation. The one who showed them what sex could be like. It was so refreshing to have someone else do that for me.

“That’s good, because I like to fuck real hard.”

She sat up and guided my cock into her. It was pathetic how much that alone made me moan. Her cunt felt so tight. Its slick walls constantly pressed against my cock from all sides, much more than her mouth had. Trix clearly enjoyed the ring of nubs as they slid in, but they also meant a lot more friction for me. It was almost like having several additional small clits. I was so going to die. And it would be a glorious death.

“I saw that you don’t go limp when you come, so that won’t be a problem.”

“Not a problem for you, maybe.”

“You can always ask for a break. But I believe in you. You’re a strong girl, you can take it.”

As if I’d do that and lose all my credibility as a succubus. “I won’t. Ride me as hard and as long as you want. That’s what my cock is for.”

I already knew that I’d regret these words. In a way that was exactly why I’d said them. I didn’t want mercy. I wanted sex. I wanted pleasure in its purest form. I wanted to be shown the limits of what I could handle and that they weren’t real limits at all. And I sure as hell wasn’t going to lose a sex challenge to a human.

“Then strap in, this is gonna be a wild ride.”

Trix hadn’t promised too much. The way she pushed her hips up and down, I could almost believe that she got all her muscles from sex alone. After each thrust she pulled back until I was almost completely outside of her, before she slammed back onto me. Her tight cunt hugged my cock each time it slid in and out. I tried my best to hold back, but I knew I had no chance. That endless slick friction all over my cock felt too good and she gave me not even a second to cool down.

It could’ve only been a minute or two before I exploded for the second time that night. I screamed and trashed around as the hot pleasure rolled over me. Trix didn’t even slow down, though.

“That’s gonna be interesting,” she just said. “I’ve barely even started.”

A couple minutes ago I’d thought that I couldn’t handle a tongue on my post orgasmic cock. Now it got a ruthless fucking and there was nothing I could do except to suck it up and take it.

It was brutal how each touch against my burning cock felt like being pinched by sharp finger nails, but after a short period of pure torture I learned to harden up and breath through it. I could take it. I had to. I wanted to. It was the same pleasure-pain I’d always enjoyed so much, only even more pure.

Maybe my fingers dug holes into the sheets, but I didn’t care. I grabbed it even harder and engaged my own hips. I couldn’t let Trix do all the work. What kind of succubus does the star fish?

For the next couple of minutes we both gave it our all. Neither of us wanted to show any weakness. I wasn’t even faring that badly. After the worst hypersensitivity wore of, it was smooth sailing. Even I took some time to build up to a third orgasm and it was intensely pleasurable to ram into Trix again and again, but nothing I wasn’t used to. And Trix was slowly getting tired. Sure, she tried to hide it, but that shining sweat on her abs didn’t lie and she didn’t pant like that just because it felt good.

When she had to slow down for a second, I took the chance and rolled her over, so I was on top. After a moment of surprise she let it happen, but the way she sprawled out underneath me made it clear that she expected a performance now.

I kept ramming into her. My own abs started to burn, but I’d had enough strap-on workout to push through it. And Trix’s moans made it more than worth it. She writhed under me, her hands digging into her breasts while she didn’t even attempt to keep the noise down. There’s nothing more sexy than a woman enjoying herself and Trix knew how to sell that enjoyment.

Too late I realized that these thoughts got me far too aroused. There was already that familiar tension rising in my fake cock. I did my best to hold on, but if I held that speed and power, there was no way I wouldn’t come within the next minute.

“Are you close?”

I was afraid that even talking could set me off, so I just nodded.

Trix slid back the next time I pulled out of her. My cock throbbed at that sudden absence of pussy. I wasn’t sure if she’d done me a favor. Sure, pounding into her would’ve lead to another round of post orgasmic torture, but leaving me hanging when I’d already resigned myself to the explosion wasn’t exactly nice, either.

“Come here!” Trix grabbed my sides and pulled me forward until I was almost sitting on her face. “Would be a shame to let it go to waste.”

She stared hungrily at my cock. It was all but dripping from both our juices. I totally got her. In her place, I’d have been begging to suck that dick as well and I wasn’t even into dicks.

After all that time squeezing through her tight pussy, Trix’s mouth was pure bliss. Even though she sucked me with a greed as if this was the last chance she had. Well, most likely it was, at least for tonight. My third orgasm was glorious and I screamed my lungs out as her tongue wrung every last drop out of my spasming cock, but that had to be it. Even I had my limits. I pulled out of her mouth and whimpered. That little friction was already torture.

“Where are you going?” Trix licked her glistening lips. A scary fire burned in her eyes.

“I think I’m done for tonight. That thing is killing me.”

“Come on, don’t be a drama queen.” Her hand shot upwards and closed in a tight fist around my throbbing cock. I shrieked and tried to pulled away. Big mistake. Each little movement only lead to more friction over that hypersensitive piece of flesh. I froze up and tried instead not to move at all and not to beg for mercy. Trix didn’t soften her grip at all and kept talking as if this was a harmless conversation.

“If I understood you correctly, I’ll have to finish myself.”

It was hard to focus on her words while she rubbed my poor cock between her fingers. Slowly I understood why you’d want your dick to shrivel up after you came. But no, I didn’t have that luxury. I had to stay big and hard, leaving every nerve exposed for whatever abuse Trix decided to dish out.

“If I suck you off while I do it, does that count for your life draining thingy?”

I could’ve lied. I could’ve told her that it counted. Would’ve saved myself a fuckton of sexual torture. But what kind of succubus would pussy out like that? And I loved her far too much for turning me into her suffering sex slave. No human had ever dominated me so completely in the bedroom. I couldn’t not give her all of my body as my offering to her.

“It shouldn’t.” I whimpered as she let go of me. “Unless you have a really, really strong oral fetish.”

“Not really. I just can’t get over how fucking great you taste. I could suck you all night.”

Welp. I really hoped that was only a figure of speech.

“Okay then.” I took a few deep breaths to steady myself before I lowered my hips again. My wet cock already shone in a deep red from all the abuse and I was bringing it back near her devilish mouth. “But I’m warning you: I’ll get loud. That thing’s so fucking sensitive by now, you wouldn’t believe it.”

“Oh, I do believe it.” She gave me her dirtiest grin yet. “That’s what makes it fun.”

I resigned myself to my fate and dropped down all the way. At least she didn’t immediately assault me with the fury of a thousand vacuum cleaners. Instead she took just that ring of nubs between her lips and dragged her wet tongue over my very tip.

It wasn’t the brutal sensory overload she’d put me through until then, but that didn’t make it any less torturous. There was no reason to pretend. I moaned like the whore I was. The tip of my cock was on fire and I wanted her to really understand how much she made me suffer. And if my pathetic noises spurned her on to even more cruelty, just the better.

Trix had her hand between her legs, but she only did lazy circles, just enough to keep her comfortably hot. She was in no hurry to finish. Why would she be when she had such a responsive toy to play with? Her licks didn’t get faster or stronger, but she always hit the same spot. That familiar pressure built, but only in the tip of my cock while the rest throbbed in neglect. A fresh load of juices ran down my shaft, but Trix didn’t care. She let it run over her lips and even down her cheeks while she kept sucking only my very tip. Why was she doing this? Hadn’t she said that she loved my taste? Was she denying herself just so she could torment me even more?

I tried to push down further, force myself into her mouth entirely. She pushed against my hips with her free arms, easily keeping me up with her impressive muscles.

“Are we getting a little impatient?”

I felt every movement of her lips as she talked. Maybe if we kept doing this, I’d learn to read her lips like this. She could block my ears and suck me off for hours, until she’d taught me to understand her just from how her lips and tongue brushed against my screaming tip with each syllable.

“Please,” I whimpered between my moans. What little grip I’d left on reality was slipping.

“Please what?”

“Please let me fuck your mouth for real, suck me off all the way, make me cream myself again, I’m going insane here.”

Trix laughed softly, sending vibrations all the way down my cock. “You’re such a slut.”

She opened her mouth to let me in. I could’ve cried from relief when it finally wasn’t just the tip of my cock anymore that burned under her assault.

Until I remembered that there was nothing special about the tip. All of my cock was really just a blown up clitoris. For a few seconds I had something almost like a break while Trix lapped up the thick layer of juices that protected my pulsing flesh, but I ran dry all too quickly and once again she mercilessly sucked me all over.

The walls must’ve been pretty soundproof. Otherwise the neighbors would’ve called the police for sure. I was more screaming than moaning as I kept fucking Trix’s greedy mouth. But no human was immune against my cries of pleasure. She might’ve tried to pace herself before, but the louder I got, the more violently she finger-fucked herself. She was pretty close, but if anything, her lips only clamped down harder. She wouldn’t let go of me until she was completely finished. I prayed that she had enough self-control not to bite down when the orgasm hit her.

She didn’t, but it was a close call. When she tensed up, her mouth clamped shut around me as if I was fucking a tight virgin ass. Her body shook like crazy, but she came almost silently, gagged with my cock as she was. She was the only silent one, though. That last rush sent me off into yet another screaming orgasm.

My brain must’ve had a hiccup. One moment I was once again shaken by the scorching pleasure, the next I was lying beside Trix, all sweaty and exhausted. My cock still ached and throbbed and I felt like I couldn’t even lift an arm. It’s been ages since someone had managed to fuck all the strength out of me like that.

“Had fun?” Trix gentle nudged me in the side. Her lips were still shining wet and she had leftover drops of my juices sticking to her cheek. In this moment she was the most beautiful women I’d ever seen.

I wanted to answer, but when I opened my mouth, only laughter came out. There wasn’t even anything that funny, it was just, it’d felt so good and it’d been so much and now it was over and everything was great and I guessed I just needed to wind down or something. I didn’t care. Laughing was good. Laughing was easy.

“Sounds like it.”

Trix let me calm down a bit before she pulled me into a kiss. After sucking me off for so long she almost tasted like I was tongue-fucking myself, only even better.

“You know that I kinda envy you? That thing looks crazy fun to have. Even better than a real cock. Never limp, always wet, tastes good…”

“Crazily oversensitive,” I offered.

“That’s another plus. Aaand…”

She caught me completely off guard. Two of her fingers dug into my pussy with a wet sound. I closed my eyes and moaned. During all the abuse to my clit-cock, my pussy had been utterly neglected. It was a deeper, but also much more mellow pleasure and I sank into it immediately. Trix might’ve said something else, but I didn’t process anything until she pulled out again.

“Thought so. You’ve still got a perfectly fine pussy. I bet two succubi could fuck each other at the same time and it would be the greatest sex ever. It’s unfair.”

She sucked my delicious juices off her fingers, which gave me some time to think. Not that her suggestion required much thought, but my brain really wasn’t up to speed anymore.

“Maybe,” was my intelligent reply. “Haven’t tried it. And I told you, fucking other succubi is kinda incesty.”

“Right, there was that. Still, I’d really love to see it for myself what that feels like.”

She poked my cock. It was gentle by comparison, but in my state still enough to make me gasp.

“Well, it’s gotta have some advantage to be a succubus,” I said.

Trix tilted her head. “Sure. Because there aren’t any other advantages, right?”

There was something dangerous about her smile. I pulled up my knees just to have some protection if she decided to attack my cock again.

“Like what?” I asked, all innocent.

“Well, let me guess…” She stroked over my cheek. “You always have perfectly clean skin, right?”

“It comes with the package.”

“And I bet your bras always sit perfectly and don’t rub or squeeze or pinch or are uncomfortable bitches in any other way?”

“That’s right,” I said. “But that’s only because I don’t need bras. Like, at all. Unless I feel like sexy lingerie.”

“Of course you don’t.” Her hands traveled to my boobs and she idly played with my nipples. I knew she was up to something, but that only made it more exciting. And my nipples and pussy hadn’t gotten much love yet that evening. I could go for another round without a problem, so long as we went easy on my clit or cock or whatever.

“May be a stupid question, but can succubi even get pregnant?”

“Nope. We don’t get born. Astarte creates a bunch of us from time to time when she feels like there’s not enough of us. So, we’re basically made from life force and sex magic.”

Trix’s hands stopped for a moment and she gave me a blank look. “You know what? Let’s deal with that some other time. The real question was: Do you have a period?”

“Nope. Don’t even have a womb. Only the parts that are fun.”

I wouldn’t have bragged like that by myself, but hey, she was the one who wanted to point out all the great parts about being a succubus. And, I mean, she wasn’t wrong. Being a succubus fucking rocks.

“Okay, that does it. You don’t deserve any mercy.”

She forced my legs apart and crawled in between them. Even if I’d wanted to, I couldn’t have resisted her.

“What are you doing?”

“Oh, you know…” She came closer until her face was right between my legs. “I skipped dinner because I had to have sex with you. And you taste fucking great. I think it’s only fair if you’re my dinner. Don’t you think?”

Another advantage of being a succubus: I might’ve been worn out as fuck, but give me two hands on my inner thighs and a bit of dirty talk and I’m all ready to go again.

“Sure thing. You can eat my pussy as much as you want.”

I didn’t really think it’d be that easy, but hey, it was worth a try.

“Yeah, that’d be one idea.” Trix dragged it out and grinned as she did so. “But since you reminded me what a spoiled little princess you are, I think you deserve to suffer a bit.”

She licked over my shining cock. I shuddered. It’d been long enough from the last orgasm that I didn’t scream from every touch. Didn’t mean this was going to be easy. Then again, who said I even wanted to have it easy?

“Go ahead. That spoiled princess can take it one more time.”

Trix giggled. “Who talked about one time? You’re not giving me a lot of calories here. It’ll be a long time before that adds up to a full dinner. Good thing we don’t have to get up early tomorrow, right?”

It might’ve been a joke. Or she was really this cruel? I totally bought that she could be. Still, better to clear things up.

“Yeah, right. As if you’d really have that much stamina. Bet your jaw hurts after another couple of minutes.”

“Watch me.” Trix almost growled and jumped at my cock.

I reached up and clenched my fists around the bed frame. Now that I’d provoked her, there was no way this wouldn’t be brutal. I was so going to die. But hey, that’s what I’d signed up for.

Logically speaking, I couldn’t have produced an entire dinner worth of juices. And I didn’t die. That’s pretty much all I can say about the rest of the evening. The rest is a haze. A hot, sweaty, screaming haze.

I don’t know how long Trix sucked me off or how late it was when she finally stopped. I vaguely remember cuddling up to her. Maybe we talked. If so, I couldn’t have been all that coherent. My clit, back to being a normal clit, was still killing me, but I was so done for that I fell asleep almost instantly.

So yeah, that was one of the best nights of my life. Thank God we didn’t need to get up early the next day. Trix dragged me out of bed at about eleven. By then my clit still felt sore, but not so much that I wouldn’t have been up for more sex. Well, maybe not the same kind as the day before. And not only because it was fucking torture. If I grew a cock for a second time, I’d be starving pretty much instantly from the overuse of magic.

Talking about starving, the first thing I did in the morning was to take one of these giant two liter bottles of coke and down it in one go. My body desperately needed the liquid.

“You were cute yesterday,” Trix told me when I sat down at the breakfast table. Or was it the brunch table? Whatever.

“You’re a pretty twisted person if you call that cute.” And I hoped she’d always stay this twisted.

“Actually, I meant the part after that. Before you fell asleep.”

“Did I say anything?”

Trix’s grin was answer enough. “You don’t remember?”

“Hey, you can’t fuck my brain out and then complain that my brain doesn’t work anymore.”

“Fair.” Trix poured herself a bowl of cereals and started eating as if that finished the topic.

I prepared my own sugar-heavy breakfast while I waited for her to go on. She didn’t. On purpose, I’d say, going by how she smiled to herself.

“Come on, what did I say?” I asked when I couldn’t pretend anymore that I didn’t care.

“Oh, just stuff,” Trix said between spoonfuls. “A lot of it hard to understand, but you got your point across.”

She was definitely doing this on purpose.

“Yeah, I get it. But what did I say?”

Trix gave me a wide grin. “You know, the usual. How much you love me and that I’m the best and that you’re a slut who loves getting fucked and tortured by me and that you want to be my sex slave forever. That kind of thing.”

Right, the usual. “So I made a cute confession of love, hm?” I asked innocently as I licked the cream topping off my cocoa. It wasn’t like I hadn’t told Trix about my feelings before, but in my haze I might’ve said a couple of less than sane things.

“Something like that. Seemed like you really wanted to tell me. Even when we were still going at it. I think the last half an hour was nothing but ‘God, fuck, I love you, Aaargh! I love you, I love you, I love you, fuck, fuck, argh, fuck, I love you.'”

I had no active memory of that, but it totally sounded like something I’d have done. “What can I say, you’re good at torturing information out of someone.”

“Yeah.” Trix put her spoon down and rested her elbows on the table, fingers interlaced. “You know what, I’m sold on you. I was a bit skeptical in the beginning, but you convinced me. I want to make this work. This whatever it is we’re having.”

For that I’d have gladly let her torture me again for the rest of the day. I blew her a kiss over my cocoa. “You just made me one happy succubus.”

On our way to the university I was still skipping, hand in hand with my girlfriend. Okay, maybe not really skipping. But only because I didn’t want to make it too weird for Trix. I’d done it! I’d secured myself the girl who’d made me fall for her. The future was nothing but sunshine and butterflies and great sex.

Well, actually it was gray, foggy and wet, because the weather had remembered that it was supposed to be October and longer clothes were no longer optional. But who cared? Didn’t change anything about the important part. And it was mostly Trix wearing long stuff. I’d gone for long jeans and boots, so people wouldn’t get too suspicious of my cold resistance, but the opportunity had been too great not to wear a white shirt. Nothing beats the classic “Oh no, I got surprised by the rain and now I look like the winner of a wet T-shirt contest”-look.

Pretty much everyone sent me a lustful glance or two as we passed them in the hallway. Most of them quickly looked away when I showed them that I’d noticed. I was in a giggly mood when we made it to the lecture hall. Great sex, the love of my girlfriend, turning all the heads, what more could I’ve asked from life?

We sat down next to Alice, who didn’t pretend that she wasn’t staring at me. She made the much more intelligent move and turned it into a conversation starter.

“Forgot your umbrella?”

“Nah, I just felt like taking another shower.”

“Sure.” That grin was a new one. She totally knew that I’d picked the shirt on purpose. And she totally kept checking my almost fully visible boobs out. It was always funny to see how much a girl could get corrupted just by spending a bit of time around me.

“As long as you don’t get a cold,” she said.

“Hot people don’t get a cold. I mean, just look at you, dressed like it was still summer.”

I barely noticed that I’d slipped into full flirting mode. Blame it on the endorphins.

Alice pointed to the empty seat next to her. Empty except for a giant pile of fabric. “I took the winter coat out today. It’s just that I’d die if I wear it inside.”

“Good point, actually.” Trix took off her own jacket and put it on another seat. She wore a plain beige shirt under it. That, combined with the wet hair and the army pants made her look like a sexy recruit who’d just reported in from training. Well, almost. She would’ve needed a couple squirts of mud to really rock that look.

As usual we sat pretty far in the back. Bad luck for the majority of the students who didn’t get a chance to ogle me. But perfect for doing something else then being a good girl and listening to the lecture.

It wasn’t like I didn’t try. Not very hard, I admit, but I tried. But it was the lecture about art history and I wasn’t there to listen to some dude rattling off names and years for one and a half hours. I was there to do fancy art with cool people. At least Alice had us covered on that front with this art studio of hers. Especially since all the interesting seminars started the following week at the earliest.

Since I’d already decided that there was no point to listening to the lecture and I was too bubbly to just sit there and do nothing, I had to find another way to entertain myself. Alice looked pretty attentive, but it was obvious that Trix wasn’t all that interested as well. Which was perfect, as it meant that she surely wouldn’t mind a little distraction.

It wasn’t wise to keep using my powers when we still hadn’t had a talk about how I was going to feed in the future, but compared to growing a cock, a bit of arousal manipulation barely took anything and the fun was going to be worth it.

This time I didn’t go for quick bursts. We had a lot of time and I didn’t want to give myself away too quickly. I took a hold of Trix’s aura and gently, almost unnoticeably, sent a trickle of magic her way.

After a couple of minutes I had her fidgeting around on her seat. She’d snatched glances at my breasts all the time, but now it got a lot more frequent. I acted like I listened to the lecture and didn’t notice her.

A few more minutes later her breathing got quicker. She put a hand on my thigh and dug in with her fingers. “Are you doing something?”

I barely understood her whisper. At least her attempt to keep this secret from Alice seemed to work. Our friend still focused only on the lecturer and his theories about how the French revolution had influenced the color choice at the time. Or something like that. I really had more interesting things to care about.

“Maybe,” I said and put my hand on Trix’s.

Now that she’d noticed, there was no reason for stealth anymore. I still didn’t take out the really big guns, but at the next rush she had to bite her lip so she wouldn’t make a sound.

“What the hell are you doing?” she pressed out.

“Nothing, just having a bit of fun.”

Alice looked over to us. I quickly gave Trix a kiss so it looked like our whispering was only the usual couple stuff.

“Cut it out,” she whispered. “Or else.”

“Or else what?”

If she’d been actually serious, I would’ve apologized and stopped bothering her. But no one who threatened consequences while giving me that look was actually serious.

“Or else I’m gonna make you regret it.”

“Wrong answer,” I said and turned her arousal all the way up.

She quickly turned away and bit her hand while she pressed her legs together. Her other hand clenched around the fabric of her shirt, twitching in the direction of her hips, but she held it steady. I let her struggle for a few more seconds before I let up. Not much. Just enough that she could open her mouth again without moaning so loudly that everyone in the room heard her.

“Fuck.” A shiver ran through her entire body. “You’re so going to pay for this.”

“Am I, though?” I whispered back.

I hadn’t really had an end goal in mind when I’d started this, but now that we’d made it this far, I could just as well take the chance and get a bit more out for me.

“I think you’re my bitch now and you can’t do anything about it. But if you promise me that you’ll be a good girl tonight, I’ll stop it.”

Dominating people who were all submissive to me, just because I was that pretty and sexy, got old fast. But dominating Trix, who’d made me her bitch before, was something completely different. And as much as I liked being her bottom, she shouldn’t forget that out of the two of us, it was still me who had the magical powers that no human could resist.

“As if,” she whispered.

I gave her another quick taste of how far I could push her. The first drops of sweat appeared on her forehead. I had to give it to her, she held on better than most people would’ve. That only meant I could have more fun breaking through her resistance, though.

“I can do this all day if I have to.”

Trix looked around. There still wasn’t anyone near enough to see what was going on. The people who were actually interested all sat in the front and those who didn’t care either stayed at home, or were part of that cluster on the other end of the room that was totally doing lecture related stuff on their laptops.

“Let’s see about that.” Trix let go of her shirt and slipped her hand into her trousers.

“Wait, are you…”

She just glared at me and went at it. I quickly double-checked if really no one was looking. It seemed like it. Even Alice still focused on the lecture while two seats beside her Trix stealthily fucked herself.

If anyone had looked up to us, they’d have only seen Trix gnawing on her fingers. You had to be as close as me to realize how hard she was biting down. Seeing her struggle to keep quiet got me all hot and bothered myself. I’d have gladly joined Trix, but then Alice would’ve noticed for sure. It was cruel to force a succubus to sit by idly while sex was going on beside her. Trix had made me play myself.

She finished ridiculously fast, even with my magical encouragement. Maybe she had a thing for semi-public play. Her fingers turned white from how hard she bit them, but she made almost no sound and didn’t even shake much as the orgasm washed the tension out of her body, including my hold of her.

“What did you say? I can’t do anything about it?” She wiped her hand on my jeans and grinned so damn smugly.

“I’ve never had a girlfriend this hardcore.”

“Well, now you have.” Trix stretched her fingers. The teeth marks were deep enough that they might bruise. “And she’s so gonna make you pay for that stunt.”

I didn’t try any more tricks during the lecture. At some point you had to admit defeat. So I just looked forward to the evening while I pretended to listen to the Prof.

We went home pretty much immediately after the lecture. Alice said that she wanted to prepare a few things in the studio. She looked a bit flustered. Maybe she’d noticed something after all. She didn’t say anything, though, and I didn’t force a conversation, either. Trix was eager to go and so was I.

She pushed me into her apartment as soon as we got there and slammed the door behind us. “Now what was that supposed to be?”

“Well, it seemed like a good idea at the time.”

Trix took off her trousers as she talked. “I’m sure it did. You thought you deserved to be on top just because you’ve got magic and shit, hm?”

“I wouldn’t say it like that. It was just harmless fun.”

“Harmless fun, sure.” Trix threw her trousers into the corner and slipped out of her panties. It was wrong to say that they had a damp spot. They were more like a damp spot in the shape of panties. “I think someone needs to be put in her place.”

Who could’ve said no to that? Especially when Trix looked so hot, wearing a shirt and nothing else. “This bad girl is ready to get her punishment.”

“You sound far too eager, but we’ll fix that. Come with!” She grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me to the table where she kicked one of the chairs to the side.

“I can play reluctant if you want. Wanna hear my damsel in distress impression?”

“I don’t wanna hear anything from you now. Open up!”

She held her bunched-up soggy panties up. Her plan was clear. Just thinking about it got my own panties damp. Or would’ve, if I’d worn any and not relied on my natural chafing resistance against the jeans. I opened my mouth as wide as I could, which as a succubus is pretty wide.

Trix roughly shoved her panties in. They weren’t exactly wet anymore, with how much time had past since the lecture, but her juices had worked themselves well into the fabric. She must’ve had a pretty sloppy orgasm.

“Keep them in and strip. I need to get something for you.”

I managed to almost close my mouth and jumped out of my clothes while Trix went to the cupboards. She looked almost convincingly pissed. This was gonna be good.

“I think you need some time to reflect on what you’ve done.” She returned with a roll duct tape. “In silence.”

I didn’t resist when she pulled the tape over my lips and my bulging cheeks. She should see that I was ready to take my punishment like a good little slut.

“Down! On all fours.”

Trix directed me with her foot until I was where she wanted me, lined up with the table. As a personal bonus I made sure to stick my ass out as much as the position allowed. I’d have preferred to be put over her knees, but I wouldn’t say no to a naked spanking in such a submissive pose.

She didn’t spank me, though. Instead she just said “Stay,” and sat down on me.

I didn’t mind a little objectification, especially not when it meant that I had her naked ass pressing into my back. My pussy dripped as I thought about Trix’s possibilities. She could idly play with my ass while she worked or drew or pretended to work or whatever she did. Or she could give me a nice spank from time to time. Or even slip a finger in and tease me a little.

But as the minutes ticked by, I got the impression that she wasn’t interested in either of these things. I heard the rustling of paper and the scratching sounds of what must’ve been a pen of some sort. From the sounds of the strokes, she was drawing rather than writing.

It didn’t take long before the punishment got boring rather than arousing. I wasn’t a stranger to kneeling, but Trix wasn’t exactly a light-weight and the floor wasn’t in my favor either. It was made from big stone tiles that were painted to look like wood. Nice to look at and more practical than real wood in a room with a lot of risk of spilling liquid, but they were still hard as, well, stone. My knees and elbows soon protested against this treatment. Nothing too bad and it wouldn’t have been any problem, if I’d had some sexy punishment to distract myself with. Only I didn’t.

There weren’t any interesting things to see from my position. Just the chair which I was the replacement of and the ground levels of the kitchen cupboards. There also wasn’t a clock, or at least none I could find, so I had no idea how long Trix had been sitting on me already. It couldn’t have been that long yet, but that doesn’t mean much when you have absolutely nothing to do.

A few times Trix shifted on top of me and each time I hoped that I’d finally get some action, but no. Well, if she wasn’t doing something on her own, I’d just have to motivate her a bit. I’d be doing her a favor. It was a terrible waste how she used her succubus, when there were so many punishments which would’ve been more fun for the both of us.

According to her aura, it wasn’t like she wasn’t aroused at all. With a bit of luck she only needed a few gentle nudges to convince her that this wasn’t how she wanted to spend the evening. I reached out with my magic.

“Stop it.” Trix didn’t even raise her voice. “You said you’re ready to take your punishment, so you’ll do exactly that.”

I wanted to say something along the lines of “But this punishment is bullshit.” Of course, with my double gag I could only make a couple of nondescript noises.

“If you’re bored, I can pour some rice on the ground to keep you distracted. Do you want that?”

I shook my head and, just in case, made some noises that hopefully sounded like a no. Nothing against a bit of pain, but I wasn’t up for actual torture. Especially if there was nothing fun on top of it.

“Then be a good girl and stay until I think you’ve learned you lesson.”

What lesson was she even talking about? Yeah, my behavior in the lecture had been pretty naughty, but I wouldn’t have done it if she’d seriously protested. And I was totally up for some sexy punishment, but this wasn’t sexy. Just uncomfortable.

It wasn’t just my elbows and knees that slowly started to ache. Trix’s panties had lost pretty much all of their taste and had turned into a soggy ball in my mouth that somehow managed to be both scratchy and slimy at the same time. They also made it extremely cumbersome to swallow, but I had to, because thanks to the duct tape I couldn’t take the easy way out and just drool all over these fucking stone tiles.

This entire thing was bullshit and Trix had to know it. I was a fucking sex machine, not a chair. Maybe this was just a test. Maybe she wanted me to get frustrated enough that I said ‘screw it’ and forced a role change.

Thing is, I didn’t have that many active powers and superhuman strength wasn’t one of them. And Trix had muscles. I wouldn’t have stood a chance in a fair fight and especially not in an unfair one where I started with her pinning me down. At best I could attack her with a couple of high power arousal waves. That might’ve distracted her enough for me to get the upper hand. It’d have also cost a lot of power. And at worst she’d just fuck herself again to break my influence and then get the rice. Well, at least I’d have her cum dripping over my back while I suffered…

These thoughts didn’t really get me anywhere. Also I was pretty sure that Trix didn’t want me to rebel. If she did, she would’ve been less subtle about it. But how long was she going to keep this bullshit up? I shifted around to try and find a more comfortable position. Basically impossible, what with her entire weight pushing down on me all the time. All I managed was to grind my kneecaps over the stone tiles and let me tell you, that’s not something you want to do.

I huffed into my gag and shook my body a bit, so Trix wouldn’t forget that I was still there.

“What’s the matter?”

I cursed, which was completely swallowed by her panties. The nerve that woman had! Maybe she was asking for a rebellion after all.

“Look…” She ran her fingers through my hair. “If you really can’t take it anymore, slap your hand against the floor a few times and I’ll let you go. But I want you to try. Prove to me that you can handle not getting all the attention for a short time.”

She kept on drawing and I stopped making a fuss. She didn’t sound pissed, but that didn’t have to mean that she wasn’t. Not that I saw what teasing her in the lecture had to do with me being an attention whore. Which I wasn’t. Or at least, not really. It wasn’t like I fed from attention. I fed from giving pleasure to others. That was as far from egocentric as it got, if you asked me.

As more minutes went by, these thoughts slowly died down and I got more and more convinced that she really was pissed. If she hadn’t been, she’d surely have said something or done something by now. Like, I don’t know, humiliate me a bit. Tell me what a pathetic slut I was, crawling on my knees like that. Or pull my hair. I would’ve really liked me some hair pulling. A bit of fun to lighten the mood. But no, she just sat there on top of me and kept drawing in silence.

I was almost glad when my kneecaps complained about their abuse more painfully. At least it gave me something to focus on that wasn’t the question if I’d crossed a line too far and given Trix second thoughts about our relationship. If not for the gag, I would’ve already apologized to her, but the way it was, I could do nothing to get back on her good side. Well, nothing except being a good girl and take my punishment with grace.

So I sucked it up, thanks to the panties also literally, and did my best to keep completely still. My knees didn’t appreciate it, but whatever. What pathetic succubus would’ve given up just because her knees hurt a bit? They’d bruise for sure, but that would at least show Trix that I’d tried hard for her. And bruises never stayed long on me anyway. I didn’t deserve her if I wasn’t willing to make that small a sacrifice.

“Everything okay?”

I was so lost in thought that it took me some time to realize I’d been talked to. Before she had to ask again, though, I nodded.

Trix stood up. I raised my head, put didn’t yet dare to break my position. It was still uncomfortable, but losing the added weight of her body already made it a lot less painful.

“You can stand up.”

I did so, slowly, so I didn’t upset my aching joints too much. I thanked Astarte that my body wasn’t prone to stiffness or cramps.

“I hope I didn’t overdo it.” She looked concerned, so I quickly shook my head. I still didn’t really know what this was all about, but the last thing I wanted was to give Trix a bad conscience. Compared to other things I’ve let people, and even Trix herself, do to me in the past, playing a chair wasn’t even worth mentioning. Well, it wouldn’t have been, except for the strange atmosphere.

“Okay. Let’s take that thing out so we can talk. Brace yourself.”

She gave me a few seconds before she took the edge of the duct tape and ripped it off my lips. It left a sharp burn across my face, but I had more important things to worry about. Trix’s panties landed on the ground in a gush of slobber. I wiped my mouth with my arm.

“Wow, they really need to be washed,” Trix said.

“Yeah, whatever. What’s up? Are you mad at me?”

Trix sighed. “I’m not mad. And I don’t really have a problem with what you did in the lecture. It was kinda hot. As long as you don’t do it all the time of course. But…”

She straightened her shirt. “Look, I’m a human and you’re not and you have all that special shit going on. And that’s okay. It’s cool, even. But, please, don’t lord it over me like that.”

“I didn’t lord it over you!” Well, okay, maybe a little bit, but it had just been a bit of sexy fun. No harm intended.

“Maybe you didn’t mean it like that. It’s just, I can’t stand it when people think they are something better and that gives them the right to take whatever they want. And what you said hit a bit too close to home there.”

My first instinct was to remember that this was one of the reason actual relationships sucked. People have issues. And the more time you spend with them and the better you get to know them, the more these issues come out. That’s just the way humans work. It didn’t have to be a deal breaker, though. I’d just have to pay attention not to trigger her again.

And then there was this nagging little voice in my head, telling me that this attitude was rich, coming from the person who’d just had a minor crisis because she hadn’t received the expected sexy attention.

“Sorry.” It wasn’t the most thoughtful answer, but I couldn’t think of anything better to say, especially not while I still wasn’t sure what to make of this entire situation.

“Yeah, me too, I guess. Should’ve said that right away, before I did anything weird.” Trix gave me a nervous smile. “What do you say? Should we just forget anything happened and go clubbing? It’s Friday night after all.”

Now that was something I could get behind. “Sure, let’s do that!”

But as much as I’d have loved to think that we could really brush everything off this easily, I doubted that it’d work like that. At the very least I had to check in if this changed anything about us.

“Just one thing: Does this mean you don’t want me to dominate you?”

Trix grinned and that alone made me happy already. Things seemed to be back to normal. “Don’t be silly. Of course I want you to give it your all in the bedroom. Just, you know, if you end up on top, don’t be all ‘I deserve to be in charge because you’re just a pathetic human,’ okay?”

“Okay. Sorry about that.” I still didn’t think that I’d come across that bad, but if it was such a big deal to her, I could at least show that I cared enough about her to respect that.

“Don’t worry about it. And it’s not like I didn’t overreact as well. Here, a little something to cheer you up.”

She handed me a piece of paper from the table, most likely the piece of drawing she’d worked on while sitting on me. It showed a naked girl with a striking resemblance to me, trapped in a square box, surrounded by little hearts. Above it she’d written “I love my sexy cubus.”

“I know I’m not the first one to make that pun, but I hope I’m at least the first one to draw it.”

She was so adorable.

After that little awkwardness we still managed to have a nice evening. I let Trix pick the locations and after a couple of drinks at Richie’s, we danced until around three a.m. in the Jericho. It was only my third time or so being there. Usually I preferred the bigger places, but right at the start of the semester it was so full that you didn’t even notice the size anyway. From the moment we stepped into it, we got completely lost in this sea of sweaty bodies and electronic remixes of nineties pop songs.

We could’ve easily gone on for another one or two hours, but we’d promised Alice to be at her studio around lunchtime and it would’ve been a waste to spend the time there in zombie mode. Technically I didn’t need sleep, but it was still a nice way to refresh myself. So we did the responsible thing, went home and were in bed barely after four in the morning. And after a quickie in the shower. We were already saving time by showering together, so why not use the opportunity for a bit of fun?

We got out of bed a couple minutes before eleven, like the responsible adults we were. Not a problem, since the way to the studio was only half an hour or so and we didn’t have much to do beforehand, except for getting dressed and downing two espressi to get back to the land of the living.

We were just about to leave when I remembered that we didn’t have a hospitality gift for Alice. Not that we necessarily needed one, but she did do as a favor and a small gift was one of the easiest ways to make someone feel appreciated. Since taking a detour to get something would only make Alice wait for us, I suggested a style change so she’d have something nice to look at. I knew that she had a thing for redheads with a long ponytail and that was a style I could easily change into without any suspicious alterations like sudden hair growth.

“And you know that just from reading her aura?” Trix asked when I told her. “So you know all the preferences of everyone?”

“Not all of them. I just get a few impressions of major turn-ons and turn-offs. For example, I know that you love partners who are sluts and openly say so. And I could read that you were bi, but I had no idea that you had a fetish for girls with dicks.”

“It’s not a fetish. I just wanted to see what it’s like. There aren’t many chances to try that out.”

“Sure. You wouldn’t stop sucking my dick for hours because you wanted to ‘try it out’.”

Trix didn’t look the least bit embarrassed to be called out like that. “So what? If I try something out, why be half-assed about it? But really now, you think it’s a good idea to make it so your looks turn her on? Isn’t that kind of mean? To tease her with something she can’t have?”

“My looks turn her on anyway, so I can just as well go full fan service.”

To me that concluded the topic. The way Trix looked at me, she saw that differently. It took me far too long to figure out why that might be.

“Are you worried I’ll cheat on you with Alice?”

In my defense: Jealousy is not something I usually had to deal with. Yes, I changed girlfriends like a not too cleanly person changes trousers, but usually I only had one at a time, until I’ve sucked her try, then I wiped her memories and moved on, no strings attached. And the spell made sure that they didn’t mind a bit of flirting on the side.

The pride of having figured out how humans worked got shattered pretty quickly, though.

“Hello? You let me watch you fuck another woman on our first date. I’m not worried about you cheating on me. I’m worried that you string that poor girl along. Make her false hopes. I bet she’s conflicted already if it’s okay to get turned on by you when you’re already in a relationship.”

Have I already mentioned that humans can be complicated if you don’t manipulate them with magic? Like, I kinda saw what she was going for, but what did Trix expect me to do? It wasn’t like I could change it that Alice got turned on by me. Maybe we had to change the parameters of our relationship.

“So you’re saying that we should offer her a threesome?”

Trix’s face managed to hit the perfect compromise between confusion and amusement. “I’m saying that?”

“Well, if we do that, it wouldn’t be false hopes anymore. And I wouldn’t even be cheating on you.”

Trix stared at me for another couple of seconds with that priceless half-grin. “Okay, you gotta help me out here. Are you joking or not?”

“Who do you think I am? Of course I’d do it for real. But it’s not like we have to. It was just the simplest thing I could think of that solves all our problems.”

“You know that there are problems that can’t be solved with sex?”

“Yes, but I don’t think that’s one of them.”

“We don’t even know if she’d want that.”

“I’m a hundred percent certain that she wants to have sex with me. Can’t say if she has an opinion about you yet, but she has a thing for confident women, so that shouldn’t be a problem.”

Trix laughed. “Hell, I don’t even know if I’m up for it.”

“You don’t have an aversion to group sex. And you find Alice cute enough, so I think we’ve got you covered as well.”

“You read all that in my aura?”

“Yep.”

Trix shook her head as she giggled. “Wow, dating a succubus really is like living in a porn movie.”

Truer words had rarely been spoken. “So that means we go for it?”

“That means we’ll talk about this some other time. Now we make sure that we’re not late.”

I was sure I’d have been able to get a yes out of her it I’d just poked her a bit more, but then again it wasn’t like this topic was a big deal to me. More sex was always better, but I didn’t mind having that more sex with Trix exclusively. Until she admitted that she really wouldn’t mind a threesome. And with the exception of my professional fuckery, of course.

“Sure. So… should I change my hair or not?”

“Do whatever you think is right.”

The Gods of public transport smiled down on us and we arrived at the studio just a few minutes after Alice. It was in the outskirts of town and from the outside looked like pretty much every other block on concrete. Most likely it’d been a factory before the entire industry had moved to Taiwan or wherever.

“Hi,” she greeted us. “You look different.”

“Yeah, I thought it was time for something new.” I ran my fingers through my shining red ponytail. It reached down to my hips. If I’d worn my hair open, it would’ve been obvious that they’d had a sizable growth spurt over night, but bundled up like that it should’ve been fine. And the extra centimeters made them much more impressive. “Do you like it?”

“It looks great on you. Especially that color. Almost as if it was natural. What dye do you use?”

“Professional secret.”

Alice looked like she wanted to ask more, so it was time for a smooth topic change. “Since we’re already talking about style changes: I love your choker. Did you buy it just to look good for us, or why have I never seen you with one before?”

Alice touched her new accessory and almost looked as if she was embarrassed I’d asked about it. It was of a deep purple and pretty thick, almost like a dog’s collar. I hadn’t lied when I said I liked it, but it looked more aggressively sexy than I was used from her. The rest of her outfit was rather unremarkable and she had the choker half hidden under her sweater as if she didn’t quite dare show it to the world.

“Yeah, I thought I could try something new. Anyway, if you want, I can give you a tour of the studio.”

I didn’t push further, as cute as she was when she got flustered. Not yet, at least. For the moment I was satisfied to see the signs of corruption taking hold of her.

The studio carried the abandoned factory vibe into the inside as well. There was a small office space and two bathrooms, but the main part was one giant hall with a simple concrete floor.

It was mostly empty, except for a couple of chairs and two big easels. A bunch of differently sized canvases leaned against the back wall, next to a cupboard full of brushes, palettes and the like. The walls had only a simple layer of whitewash. Didn’t matter much, though, since most of their surface was covered in paintings. I saw several Eldritch horrors and chimeras, but most of the pictures showed little furry things, cute to the point where it bordered on diabetes-inducing. We had a bunny family, all sitting on a table and celebrating a birthday, a squirrel hugging a giant nut and a kitten riding an extremely fluffy fox, among other things.

“Is your mother drawing as well?” I asked Alice at this visual saccharine onslaught.

“No, my mother is more into music. She has her instrument in the other hall behind that door, but she asked us not to go in there. They’re really expensive. The pictures here are from my father.”

I decided to simply accept this piece of information.

“So, what’s the plan?” I asked. “Everyone grabs an easel and does whatever they want, or…”

There was no need to spell it out. I was sure that this was all Alice had been thinking about since I’d planted that seed of thought in her.

“Well… you mentioned something like that we could do some nude drawings.”

So adorable. I looked over to Trix. “What do you say? If you ask me, the heaters in here are much too motivated for clothes, anyway.”

“You do know that in a nude drawing only the model has to be nude?”

“Your point being?”

Trix couldn’t hide that she was at least somewhat amused by the situation. “Whatever, it’s not like I didn’t expect this to happen.”

“So, that means we’re doing it?” Alice was far too excited for her own good. The way she almost trembled, you’d have thought that we’d decided to take her virginity instead of doing a harmless drawing session. To be fair, it wasn’t like taking her virginity was completely off the table.

I could’ve done the obvious thing: Strip and strike a sexy pose for them to draw. But why be this predictable when it was way more fun to tease Alice a bit?

“Jep, we’re doing this. So, do you want a chair or are you doing a standing pose?”

It took her a few moments to fully understand what I’d said. “You want me to go first?”

That slight tremble in her voice, that combination of fear and excitement sparkling in her eyes, she was the perfect example for why I loved working with virgins. Sure, as my relationship with Trix proved, I loved experienced partners even more, but only a virgin got this agitated by every little thing. And, yes, objectively the sex is better when it’s not someone’s first time, but there’s this special something, this sense of wonder about things that are completely normal to me. It’s refreshing and really makes you appreciate sex more when you get these regular reminders what a big deal it can be.

Anyway. Trix came to her rescue. “You don’t have to. I can start, if you feel better about it.”

“No, it’s okay. I was just… a bit surprised, I guess.”

Alice grabbed the hem of her shirt and looked at us as if she waited for someone to stop her. When nobody did, she pulled the shirt over her head to show us her conventional black bra. That, and we got a better look at her new choker. It was even bigger than it’d seemed at first and with its flashy color, your eyes were automatically drawn to it. I liked how this kinky accessory contrasted with the rest of her good-girl appearance.

“First time doing nude modeling?” Trix asked.

“Third time.”

Going by the color of her face, I’d have believed that this was her first time getting undressed in front of another person. But maybe she’d just never stripped for someone she’d wanted to bang. Or she was self-conscious about the choker. Would’ve explained why she fondled it so much.

A minute later she wore only her impressive blush and said choker. By this point I was pretty sure that she wore it specifically to turn me on, just like I’d become a redhead for her. If so, she’d been successful. Everything about her screamed for me to take her home and make her my pet. Maybe there was even some kink of hers buried there. I could’ve analyzed her aura more in-depth about it, but why bother? It was more fun to find the dirty little secrets out the conventional way.

“What do you want me to do?”

I could buy that this really wasn’t her first time modeling. Sure, she radiated self-consciousness like a nuclear heater, but there was none of this bashful fidgeting around and trying to hide the naughty bits that you’d expect from first timers.

“Whatever you’re comfortable with,” said Trix. “We don’t need to start with something too crazy.”

“Okay.” Alice grabbed one of the chairs and sat down the wrong way around, her arms on the backrest and her legs sticking out to either side of it. “Something like this?”

Jep, definitely not her first time. “It’s perfect,” I said, which made her blush just that tiny bit harder.

It was like the chair’d been made specifically for this pose. There was a bit of a gap between the seat and the backrest, just enough to perfectly frame her pussy. Kinda like the opposite of a censor bar. And the backrest itself wasn’t very high, so even with someone as small as Alice, the tits stuck out on top. A perfect combination of casually chilling around and showing off all the good bits.

Trix and I took a couple sheets of paper and pencils from one of the cupboards, grabbed two chairs of our own and got sketching. The pose wasn’t even half bad for drawing purposes. You had this interesting interaction between the folded arms and the boobs, and, of course, the more or less disconnected pussy in the middle of the chair elements. Completely hairless, by the way. I wondered if that was also because of the special occasion. Hard to tell, but if so, it was a remarkably clean shaving job.

We decided on rounds of about ten minutes. More than enough time for warm-up sketches and short enough that no one would get bored waiting around. I was quiet satisfied with how my piece turned out. Maybe I’d gone a bit overboard with the puffiness of her nipples, but hey, artistic license and all. Also, I liked Alice’s somewhat chubby body and it deserved having its highlights prominently displayed.

“Nice! Thank you very much,” I said when the time was up. “And by the way, don’t feel pressured to put your clothes back on. It’s an unnecessary hassle if you ask me.”

Alice had already reached for her pile of clothes, but stopped at my words.

“Also don’t feel pressured to stay naked,” Trix added. “It’s okay to ignore Nova from time to time. She can be a bit silly.”

Alice looked from me to her and back again. “No, she’s right. It is really warm in her. And if we’re doing more rounds, I don’t have to get dressed and undressed all the time.”

My girl! She even managed to only drip over her words once as she said this.

“Brilliant decision, if you ask me. Well, I think you’ve been the only naked one for long enough. Wanna go next, Trix?”

Trix got up without hesitation and Alice took her seat. Even when Trix showed us her abs and her firm ass, most of Alice’s attention remained on me. Maybe it was a tiny bit mean to make her sit beside me naked while I kept my clothes on until the very end. Just maybe.

We did a quick drawing of Trix and then Alice finally got to see me in all my glory. In the beginning I didn’t go for anything too obscene, though. Just some sexy slouching around on the chair. Couldn’t spoil my audience so early.

After this first round it would’ve been a good time for lunch, but we were all naked and ready to keep drawing. Alice suggested a couple of quick, dynamic sketches, so we went for that.

At first it was pretty harmless: leaning against the wall, standing on one leg, stretching, and the like. It quickly got more crazy, though, and Alice in particular liked suggesting some bent over poses for me. I was sure it had nothing at all to do with her wanting to see my boobs jiggle. As the grand finale she had me do a handstand with Trix stabilizing me. We held that pose for one minute max and the sketch was as rushed as you’d expect, but whatever. It was fun and nothing else mattered.

After that we got dressed again and went to grab something to eat. Nothing fancy, just a quick burger on the way, since we all wanted to get back to the studio. Alice seemed a little lost in thought, but I couldn’t blame her. This had to be the sexiest thing she’d done in her life so far.

While we munched our burgers, conversation drifted off to studying related stuff, like the essay about the influences on French art during the eighteenth century we had to hand in next Friday. The essay we could luckily write in small groups. I neither knew about the topic, nor cared much to learn about it. Luckily, Alice said she was interested and apparently Trix had once done a school project about pretty much this, so it was easy to hand this task over to the experts.

There’s nothing much to say about the afternoon session. Since doing acrobatics on a full belly wasn’t the best of ideas, we went for slower, more detailed pieces where the model could comfortably lie around.

Well, there was that scene where Alice asked Trix if she would try on her choker for a pose. She was kinda nervous about it, so that pretty much answered the question if she had a kink about these things. Trix was a good sport about it, though, and during that round she had Alice’s undivided attention for maybe the first time.

In the evening every one of us had a stack of sketches and drawings. As fun as it’d been, we all agreed that we wanted to do something different the next day. It was Trix who remembered my off-hand comment about body painting, back at the first time we’d met, and asked if I’d been serious. Of course it didn’t take long until we decided that I’d get my set of colors from home and we’d try them out the next day.

So we said our temporary goodbyes to Alice and I went back to Trix’s. It might’ve been more efficient to spend the night at my place, so we wouldn’t have had to take a detour the next day to get the colors. However, my place was also a complete mess, so I managed to convince Trix not to spend too much time there. And each of us going home to our own place simply wasn’t an option. I needed sex.

A naked hangout with a lot of suggestive posing was a surefire way to get my juices flowing. Quite literally. And to the point where I’d had to excuse myself to the toilet two times just to take care about the dripping, or Alice would’ve noticed that I was doing supernaturally much of it. But that was only half the reason. I was getting hungry.

It was day four of my life force diet and while that wasn’t a terribly long time, using my powers so extensively had drained me. For the moment it was only a faint longing that hovered at the edges of my consciousness, but it wouldn’t take long for it to turn into an irresistible craving. My body already demanded more sex and I wasn’t sure if I could still control myself. I’d have to do something to keep Trix’s life force save.

We’d barely made it through the door when I jumped out of my clothes.

“Someone’s impatient.” Trix had just finished taking off her shoes when I was already naked again.

“Someone needs to be treated like the horny slut she is.” I was dripping wet again, but now there was no reason to hide it anymore.

“Masturbating on the toilet wasn’t enough?”

I’d thought I hadn’t been this obvious. Well, maybe I’d been. Or Trix had just had a lucky guess. She knew me, after all.

“I’ve been perched up with two naked hot girls the entire day. Of course it wasn’t enough.”

Trix gave me a sideways grin. “Frustrated that you didn’t get a threesome?”

“Maybe.” My fingers went to play with my hard nipples. “Maybe I need to be fucked twice as hard to make up for it.”

I knew I was laying it on thick, but I needed to rile her up enough that she’d dominate me with all she got. A brutal fucking might’ve been enough to calm my body down a bit. If I was on top, I couldn’t trust myself to stop in time.

“Anything the matter?” Trix asked. “You seem to be even more horny than usual.”

It wasn’t like I could keep my hunger issues a secret from her. And I wouldn’t. But any talk had to wait until after sex. I needed to get my mind as clear as possible.

“Maybe I am.” I turned around and supported myself against the wall with my hands, hips thrust out so she could take her pick between my tight asshole and my dripping cunt. “Question is: What’re you gonna do about it?”

“You’re unbelievable.” Trix stepped behind me and grabbed my ass. Like, really grabbed it. Her fingers dug into that sweet meat, her thumbs pressed in to both sides of my hole, forcing it further open. The cool air tickled my sphincter.

“Tell me what else I am.”

She leaned in closer. I felt her hot breath on my cheek. “You’re a needy little slut. Is that what you want to hear?”

I moaned. “Will you give your slut what she needs?”

Trix giggled. “I could fuck you till you can’t even walk straight anymore.”

“I bet you can’t.”

“Watch me.” Trix sunk her teeth into my neck. The bite lasted for barely a second, but it left my neck throbbing in sweet pain and me panting hard. “Get down, ass up. If you act like a bitch in heat, I’ll fuck you like one.”

Her words made me shiver. I couldn’t have asked for more. Well, I could’ve. And I did.

“Make me.”

I didn’t even have time to react. Trix grabbed both my arms and swiped me off my legs with a quick kick. I couldn’t even break my fall. She kept holding me and made sure I landed uncomfortably, but not too hard on my knees and then my belly. The day before I’d learned that she’d been in a kickboxing course for almost ten years and it showed.

“Ass up!” She let go of my arms, so I could prop myself up. “Good girl. Now stay, I’ll get something to deal with you.”

Trix went off into the bedroom. I could’ve followed her, but being fucked right there in the entrance was a nice icing on the cake. Also, there were more fun ways to show my bratty side.

With my ass still thrust up high in the air I reached between my legs and stroked my soaked pussy lips. I mostly did it so Trix could see what a dirty bitch I was when she returned. Once the hunger set in, fucking myself didn’t do much to satisfy me anymore. My body demanded more. Much more.

It took a couple minutes until Trix came back, but the waiting had been worth it. She’d lost her clothes as well and in her hand she carried a true monster of a strap-on.

“Does my bitch think she can handle this?”

It was a double-dildo, so Trix could have some fun as well. But while her side was curved and reasonably sized, the business end was a giant pole that would fill me up completely. It had smaller and larger nubs all over, because why settle for penetration when you could also completely shred that pussy to pieces?

“Your bitch can handle anything.” I turned in her direction and used my wet fingers to pull my ass cheeks apart. She should have all the access she needed.

Trix gasped lightly as she slid the curved dildo into her. She stepped behind me and made sure her strap-on was tightly secured.

“I’m warning you, I only tried that thing once and my girlfriend at the time gave up before it was even halfway in. And then she refused to use it on me.”

“Time to try it out for real, then.”

She crouched down behind me and ran a finger over my cunt. “I would’ve used some lube, but I don’t think we’ll need that.”

Amen to that. If my juices hadn’t been made partly from magic, I would’ve been borderline dehydrated already.

Trix placed the tip of the dildo against my entrance. “Ready?”

I pulled my pussy lips apart further. “Go for it!”

It’s basically impossible to sexually overwhelm a succubus. Like, really overwhelm us to the point where we have to throw the towel. We can keep it together even against the tentacled monsters of the demonic planes, that make all human-made sex toys innocent by comparison. However, Trix and her strap-on did their best to emulate the sexy planes of hell.

I moaned uncontrollably from the moment the knotted tip pushed inside me. My pussy had to stretch a lot to fit the thickness of that thing and there was nothing gentle about how the dildo claimed its space. It’s nubs were relentlessly hard and there was so fucking many of them. Trix didn’t just stretch my inner walls, she gave them the roughest massage to boot.

And it didn’t stop getting more. That sensitive area of my entrance got no break as row after row of nubs pushed through it, and neither did the spots deeper inside me. And deeper. And even deeper. There was no end to this thing as it kept pushing inside me. It’d been a while since I’d felt this full. I could’ve tried to relax and easy myself into it, but why should I’ve done that? What did I have these mighty vaginal muscles for if not to clamp down hard on that brutal dildo? I wanted Trix to have to fight to get it in, make her really shred my walls as she did.

“Still okay?”

“Yeah, fuck me already!”

Trix pushed the last bit in with a sudden thrust. “You asked for this.”

Yes, I did. Gladly so. Trix didn’t fuck me fast, but only because I made that impossible. With every movement I made her fight against all the muscles in my tight pussy. With how deep the dildo want, that was a fuckton of friction to work against. A fuckton of friction that drowned me in pure, mind-melting pleasure.

Again and again Trix pulled halfway out and back all the way in. It didn’t take long until I came from that onslaught, but Trix had already learned enough about me. She knew that this was no reason to stop. It meant we were just getting started.

I had to push my arms against the wall, or the sheer force of her thrusts would’ve knocked me into it. Each nerve in my pussy screamed from pleasure and I screamed with them. My mouth hung open from the never ending moans. I was drooling freely. This was bliss. Nothing to think about, nothing to feel except for the relentless fucking that shook my entire body.

All too soon Trix’s thrusts got slower. I relaxed my vagina to make it easier on her. I didn’t want this to stop just yet. Trix could fuck me the whole night for all I cared, until I was delirious from cumming so much and completely fucked out for once. Or at least for the short time until the hunger made me horny again.

“God, that’s exhausting.” Trix did a last couple of thrusts before she gave up and took off the strap-on. She didn’t bother pulling it out of me, though. Instead she left it in for my pussy to slowly push it out on its own while she walked up to my head.

She grabbed a bushel of my hair and pulled my head up so I had to look at her. “God, you’re such a dirty slut.”

I must’ve been quiet a sight, with my hair sticking to my sweaty face and drool smeared over chin. Not that Trix was much better. She was sweating all over. Pumping that dildo must’ve taken a lot of strength, even for her. Most importantly, her pussy was so close to my face, the sweet smell of her arousal filled my nose.

“Look what your slutiness has done to me.” Trix spread her glistening pussy lips with the fingers of her free hand. She was so deliciously wet. The halfway out dildo didn’t provide enough distraction. I could focus on nothing but that shining cunt in front of me.

Trix ran her fingers over her pussy and moaned. Her clit twitched. She must’ve been close. It would’ve only taken a quick flick of my tongue to drown me in her juices and her sweet, sweet life force.

I tried to force that thought out of my head, but it stuck there. Trix rubbed her clit. Did she know how cruel it was to make me watch her orgasm from this close as she wasted the perfect feeding opportunity? “Please,” I whimpered.

“Getting greedy? Did I not fuck you enough?” She shoved her fingers into my mouth.

My pussy throbbed as I sucked her fingers. The dildo fell out with a wet thump, leaving me achingly empty. Now I really had nothing except for her taste as she finger-fucked my mouth, her other hand still in my hair, forcing my neck back.

“I think that was enough fun for you.” She pulled her fingers out, leaving another trail of drool down my chin, before she shoved them right back into her own cunt.

After mere seconds, the first twitches rippled through her. This was my chance. I could reach her if I used the full length of my tongue. But I’d promised her I wouldn’t. But my body demanded that I jumped at her and took what I needed. I clenched my teeth and closed my eyes. The smell was bad enough, I didn’t have to see that waste of life force.

“Look at me!”

I whimpered and shook my head. Or at least as much as I could without ripping my hair out. I heard Trix loudly suck in air and her grip got stronger, but only for a moment before she let my hair go completely.

“What’s the matter?”

Her voice sounded strained. I opened my eyes and saw the last tiny twitches of her pussy. She must’ve cut her orgasm short.

“You okay? Did I go too far?”

I quickly shook my head, so she wouldn’t worry. “No, it’s just…” I sighed. There was no need to wait any longer after I’d already butchered the sex. “I’m getting hungry.”

“Oh.” Trix hesitated for a moment, but then she sat down on the floor beside me. “I thought we’d have a week at least.”

It sounded like an accusation. Or maybe she was pissed that she’d just had a mediocre orgasm. In any case I deserved it.

“Yeah, I might’ve overestimated that a bit. And used my powers too much.”

I sat up and wiped my chin with my arm. Next to me the strap-on lay in a small puddle of juices, most of them my own. I really was a sloppy bitch. That thought alone was enough to spark my arousal again. A naked Trix sat beside me. It would’ve still been so easy to push her over, take her, fuck her till she screamed my name and showered me in her life force.

“You okay?”

I blinked a few time to make the images go away. It worked only somewhat. “I guess. But that really did a number on me. Coming right in front of me. That was evil.”

“But that has never been a problem before. Or has it?”

“It’s different when I’m hungry.”

Trix gave me a look that I couldn’t read. “Look, I’m sorry if I hurt you or something, but, like, if it’s that big a deal, why didn’t you tell me? You know I have no idea how you work.”

It wasn’t like she didn’t have a point there. “I didn’t think it was such a big deal yet. I thought we could have sex once more before talking about it.”

“Well, guess we’re talking about it now.” Trix stood up and offered me her hand. “Or after a shower. We need one. Does that work for you?”

“Sure.” I took her hand that was still slick from her juices and my drool. Just like the smell of sex radiated from her sweaty body. “But maybe we should shower separately, or something might happen.”

Trix frowned. “Something as in sex or something as in you lose control and suck my soul?”

“Life force,” I corrected automatically. “But yeah, a mix of both.”

“We really should’ve talked earlier.” Trix let go of my hand. “Okay, I’ll only take a couple minutes.”

She went to the bathroom, leaving me behind. Being alone at least helped against the horniness. I felt kinda ridiculous. Four days wasn’t that long for a succubus, even with all the power I’d used. But the thing was, I’d never really had to deal with going hungry before and the few times I had, there’d been no reason to fight it. The moment a chance to feed had presented itself, I’d simply taken it.

And yes, maybe we should’ve talked about this issue earlier, but so far it’d worked out just fine. And I felt like the world owed me a couple more days of careless honeymoon phase than just four.

Trix’s shower really didn’t take longer than a few minutes and I held it equally short. I wanted to get this over with, quickly. Ideally in a way where she didn’t kick me out because I was turning into a ticking time bomb. Which was a lot to ask, admittedly.

When I came back from the shower, Trix sat on the bed, fully clothed. Guess she was right that it was safer this way. There was no reason for me to wear anything, though, so I just threw my towel on the bed to protect the sheets and sat down next to her.

“Okay,” Trix said. “Obviously there’s a lot I still don’t know about you. It’s time you tell me. Like, everything. What’s going on with you?”

And so I told her. About how growing hungry made a succubus increasingly horny until they entered what we called the “desperation heat”, a state where there’s no sane thought left and all that exists is the need for sex and life force.

I’d never gone even halfway there, but I’d seen succubi in that state and it was… something else. If you thought I have a high sex drive and can get animalistic, you’ve seen nothing yet. Like, I still looked at the women around me and then I fucked the one I liked the most. And I flirted with them first. With full, coherent sentences and such. All these things fly right out the window when you’re in desperation heat. The hunger and sex drive overwrite your entire personality, suffocate any clear thought.

“If I should ever get that far, don’t even try to break me out of it. No ‘I know you’re in there’ bullshit. I’m not. I’m a sex-crazed animal. There’s nothing left of me until I get life force.”

“And you’re turning into that now?”

So far Trix had been holding it together pretty well, but she’d visibly tensed up, as if she waited for me to jump at her.

“Not yet. It takes over two weeks until the desperation heat sets in.”

“You also said that it took at least a week until you got hungry.”

“I know. It’s true, though. For the average cubus, at least. You might’ve noticed, I don’t deal that well with hunger.”

“Yay. Or something.” Trix sighed and looked me directly in the eyes. “Look, I need a clear answer now: Are you dangerous? Can you still control yourself and even if, for how long?”

“In theory I should be able to control myself until the heat sets in and there’s a lot of time left.”

“And in practice you lose your shit the moment your hunger gets too bad. Whenever that happens.”

I would’ve liked to deny it, but that would’ve meant lying to her.

“So, basically you’re saying that we should deal with this right now? Like, you need to eat my life force, you’re okay again, I have a slow morning and then we repeat that every couple of days?”

She didn’t sound all that thrilled about the prospect. Time to make her even less thrilled.

“That doesn’t work. Life force doesn’t regenerate that quickly. It’ll take more energy out of you each time and at some point we’ll have to stop completely or you’ll take lasting damage. One human just doesn’t produce enough life force. I need to feed from different people all the time.”

“Hmm.” Trix’s gaze trailed off. I didn’t know if she was trying to figure out a solution or just asking herself what’d gone wrong in her life to make her end up in this situation.

“I understand if you’re not happy about it.”

Trix honored that with a dry laugh. “You could say that.”

She let these words hang for a few awkward moments before she continued. “Look, Nova, it’s not like I didn’t think about this at all the last couple of days. I figured it’d come down to something like this. And, like, I don’t think I have a problem with you having sex with other people. That was pretty much clear from the start. But if you have to hunt and more or less mindfuck a new girl every couple of days… I don’t know. It’s weird, is what I’m saying.”

“Don’t know if that makes it any better, but I’d be doing that anyway, even if we weren’t in a relationship. It’s how I live.”

Trix’s expression made it clear that it didn’t make it any better. And yeah, maybe it’d been a shitty thing to say, but then again, that’s just what I was. No reason to sugarcoat it.

“I know,” was her entire response to my remark. She let another couple of seconds pass. “You still want to do this? This thing where we act like we have a normal relationship and you don’t magic me into submission?”

“Absolutely. I want to be your girlfriend. And not just as an act. Like, don’t we have a real relationship now?”

She made another of these facial expressions I didn’t know how to read. “I guess? I really like you and the last couple days were a lot of fun and I want that to go on, but… Honestly, it’s scary. That you could take control of me any moment. And I wouldn’t even know it.”

“Hey, that’s not true. I can only put my spell on you when I take your life force and I’m not doing that.”

“Yeah. Unless you can’t restrain yourself. Or you decide that me having second thoughts is boring. Or if there’s another way for you to control me which I have no clue about because everything I know about succubi I know from you.”

I’d hoped that I’d earned myself a bit more trust than that, but apparently not. And yes, in theory I could do these things, but I wasn’t going to, because I liked our relationship and wanted to keep it as it is. I’d just have to convince her of that.

“I promise, I won’t use my powers against you. Not in a way you don’t want to.”

Trix gave me a weak smile. “That’s nice and all and I think I believe you, but, yeah, it’s still scary that you could.”

I wanted to ask again if she really believed me or just ‘thought that she believed me’, but she sighed and continued.

“And actually that’s a completely different issue and we should be thinking about what to do with your hunger.”

“Yeah.” It wasn’t the best topic either, but at least it steered us away from the trust issues. Maybe.

“So, do you need to go now and find someone or, I don’t know, how did you expect this to work?”

That would’ve been the most straightforward thing, but Trix looked rather distraught and I didn’t want to leave her alone.

“No, I want to stay with you. Spend a nice evening. I think we need it. And I can solve that hunger thingy tomorrow after our drawing session.”

Trix didn’t look as happy as I’d wanted her to be. “And you sure it’s safe? You won’t lose control and… you know?”

“I’m sure. Another day is not that a big deal.”

I did my best to sound certain. And I was. Yes, it had been hard when Trix had come right in front of me, but that wouldn’t happen again and I’d been able to keep it together even when she’d done it.

“Even though we’re doing body painting tomorrow?”

Right. I should’ve been able to bear it, but then again, why take unnecessary risks?

“I’ll just be the canvas, then I shouldn’t be tempted by you too much. And don’t worry. I have myself under control. Really.”

“If you say so.” She still didn’t sound convinced, but at least she trusted me enough not to insist on me finding a meal immediately. I guessed that was the most I could ask for.

“Okay, so we meet with Alice tomorrow as usual and then you go and fulfill your needs or something.”

“If you’re okay with that.”

Trix snorted. “What else am I supposed to do? Let you starve? Let you suck me dry and die on lack of life force? No, I guess I’ve got to be okay with it for now. Hope I really am, in the long run.”

“I hope so, too.” I could’ve imagined a better conclusion for this talk, but also a lot of worse ones. At least she even considered a long run. “I love you, you know. Just wanted to say that.”

“Yeah, I love you, too.” She took my hand and this time her smile looked genuine. “I just wished everything was a little easier.”

“We’ll manage. You’re the coolest human I’ve met, if anyone can make this work, it’s you. And I want it to be you.”

I kissed her. Right on her naughty lips that hid so much oral sex potential. With the worst danger over, my arousal was already rising dangerously again. “So, what will we do with the rest of the evening?” I asked her, not sure if I hoped for a sexy or a non-sexy answer.

“Sorry, I don’t think I have the energy for something active.”

“So, Netflix and chill?”

“Sure, why not.”

Not much to say about the rest of the evening. We watched some Netflix original show about a cop hunting cyber-criminals by literally hunting them inside a virtual reality (it made about as much sense as you’d expect from that premise) and cuddled. Trix kept her clothes on, which was probably for the better. I loved being close to her, but even when I tried to focus on the action on the screen, I couldn’t ignore the growing urge to strip her down and ride her with that monster strap-on of hers.

I did no such thing, of course, and we went to bed without any incidents. I’d have loved another quickie before sleep, but I understood that Trix was a bit wary around me at the moment, so I just masturbated while she brushed her teeth and that calmed me down a bit. At least enough that I could fall asleep. After finger-fucking myself again, right there in bed. If Trix noticed, she didn’t comment on it.

When I woke up, my nipples were rock-hard and a sizable wet spot had formed on the sheets underneath my cunt. I tried to hide my raging horniness from Trix. It was just arousal, I could deal with that. And I didn’t want her to worry if I could really control myself. I could. I had to.

Breakfast wasn’t easy. Just watching Trix’s lips move was enough to get my juices flowing. Or rather, get them flowing even more. I’d put on panties, just so I wouldn’t completely soil every chair I sat on.

If it hadn’t given away my sorry state, I would’ve fucked myself right there at the table. Instead I acted clumsily and got jam on my fingers several times, just so I had a pretense to suck on them. It wasn’t the same in any regard, but at least it gave a tiny bit of satisfaction.

Luckily I could convince Trix that I should go over to my place right away to get all the stuff and then meet up with her at Alice’s. Which was efficient, because I didn’t need morning bathroom time and all that jazz. Or at least that was the official reason. Maybe Trix suspected the real one. If so, she was good enough in pretending not to know.

The way to my apartment was a haze. It didn’t help that I sat opposite a hot brunette who kept chewing her pen while she did a sudoku. A hot brunette who was single and actively searching for an adventure. Sadly also a straight one. Otherwise I’d have exchanged numbers in a heartbeat. Not that I expected any problems finding someone in the evening, but still. I’d have loved to know how it felt when she chewed my nipples like she did with that pen.

Finally I made it home. It was an even bigger mess than usual because I’d spent so much time away lately, but that didn’t matter. My portal seeds were still where they belonged and within a minute of arriving I’d already popped one. This wasn’t a matter for sane sex toys anymore. If I was to make it through the day, I needed the full program.

At some point I needed to learn the exact name of the plane these portals lead to. If only to know where to retire to one day. Drawn to the smell of sex sticking to my body, three thick tentacles shoved their way through the portal frame. They barely fit through, blocking the entire shin-wide portal, save for a faint red shimmer around their base. I didn’t bother taking off my clothes. Their slime did that faster than I could do it myself.

When summoning Eldritch forces, you never quite knew what you’d get. Only that it was going to be exiting. This time I got one red tentacle that was segmented in increasingly thicker parts and taunting me with the question how many of them I’d be able to handle. Another was of a blueish green and thicker than a fist all the way through, but dripping with slime so profusely that it’d slide smoothly into even the tightest holes. The last one I thought I remembered. Once I’d had such an orange, deceptively thin one that had slipped in without any issues, but then it’d switched between scalding hot and freezing cold every few seconds. My ass’d been overly sensitive for at least two days after that, but it’d been so worth it and I would’ve gladly done it all over again. Actually I didn’t even care which tentacle picked which hole. I needed to get completely spent and they were going to deliver that.

The tentacles wrapped themselves around my limbs, pulled them taut, lifted me up in the air, their grip so deliciously slimy and naughty, unyielding even as they went on, extended further, slithered over my skin. I could barely move a muscle, no ground under my feet, no way to stop them until they were satisfied. I loved it already.

Soon the giant one stopped under my ass and pushed up. It felt far too big to ever fit in and the first push already forced my hips up, but I liked a challenge. I wanted that dripping chunk of flesh to dig all the way into my asshole. My mouth opened for a long moan and the orange tentacle took its chance.

It wrapped itself around my tongue in an instant, made it transform into its real form, intertwined with it like two snakes having sex. This one wasn’t interested in throat fucking. It pulled my tongue like it was a leash. My mouth hang gaping open and I could do nothing about it. Thin slime sunk into my taste buds. It was intensely sour, as if I’d gotten my tongue stuck in a giant lemon. The taste made my mouth water like crazy and within seconds I was drooling all over myself.

The blueish tentacle kept trying. Slowly it forced my ass cheeks apart, dripping slime like I was dripping drool. It had barely made any progress and already my ass felt like it was being ripped apart. I didn’t dare to fight it, but I made sure that the tentacle didn’t have it too easy, either. Didn’t want to miss out on that adrenaline rush when my sphincter was forced open.

The creature must’ve been getting frustrated with the slow progress. The last free tentacle wrapped itself around my hips and pulled me down. Just when the giant tip fully pushed its way into me, my tongue flared up. For a moment I thought the orange tentacle had heated up, but this was a deeper, more pervasive burning. The slime had turned into something like chili sauce.

Sweat dripped from my every pore. The blue tentacle pushed deeper and deeper into me. It’s slimy surface massaged my gaping hole. It was exhausting enough just to get filled like that and I couldn’t even properly moan with my tongue pulled out. My itching and burning tongue, which got bathed in more and more of this spicy hot slime.

A quick flick of the orange tentacle splashed more of that stuff all over my breasts. Big splotches landed on my nipples and sizzled there. I twitched against the bounds of my wrists, but to no avail. Of course they wouldn’t have allowed me to wipe it off. That would’ve made it easier on me. Their only goal was to drown me in sensations until my brain melted, which was exactly what I’d summoned them for.

Seconds later the last tentacle forced its way into my pussy and my mind went blank.

The portals from the seeds were only stable for an hour or so. No idea if that was a technical limitation or a safety measure, but it was more than enough time to completely wear me out.

When the tentacles retreated, they left me as an utter mess. My pussy was sore from the countless orgasms, my ass would continue aching for hours to come and there was not a single spot on my body that wasn’t covered in sweat, drool, pussy juice or slime. I was barely conscious, but happy. The fucking had been glorious. Enough so, that for the moment not even the hunger mattered anymore. You could’ve put me in a harem full of beautiful girls and I would’ve been perfectly fine just dozing off on the pillows.

That state wouldn’t last, of course. Still, after another ten minutes or so I felt strong enough to get up and take a shower. Once I was sufficiently clean, I packed my body painting supplies and moved out, confident that I’d make it through the day without any issues. At least until the evening, when I could find myself a cute snack.

I ended up being late, but only by fifteen minutes or so. Little enough that I could blame it on public transport. Alice looked a bit nervous, which didn’t surprise me all that much. There was a difference between drawing a nude body and drawing on a nude body. If I hadn’t been the canvas for safety reasons, I would’ve totally insisted on her doing it. Just to show her how fun life was outside the comfort zone. Or even further outside the comfort zone then I’d already made her go. She’d been doing a good job so far and I noticed that she was still wearing that thick pink collar.

Trix and Alice had already made a rough plan for what they wanted to do (as in, more details than the obvious “space Amazons fighting a crazy mythology monster” crossover), so we could quickly get to business. I took off my clothes and found myself a comfortable sitting spot while they prepared the colors. Being a canvas could get exhausting and my body, especially my ass, was still sensitive, so I made sure I found a position that was relaxing enough to hold it for a long time.

When they started to put on the foundation, Trix had to take a toilet break, leaving me with an Alice who was by this point almost shaking. I was just thinking about the best way to relax her, when she blurted out “I know what you are!”

That was so far out of left field, that I wasn’t even sure I’d understood her right. “What?”

“You, you’re a succubus, aren’t you?”

Okay, now she had my full attention. “What gave you that idea?”

Alice chewed on the inside of her cheek. “Doesn’t matter now. Are you, or not?”

I could’ve pretended not to be. Maybe she had definitive proof, maybe she hadn’t. In any way she didn’t look all that confident and a brisk denial might’ve been enough to shake her off. But where’d have been the fun in that? And I had to applaud her. It took guts to even try and confront something with such a question.

“Who told you that succubi exist?”

Alice threw a quick glance in the direction of the bathroom. “Later. Can I talk to you after we’re done here?”

I had no idea what was going on, but I was intrigued. If Alice knew about us, someone must’ve fucked up their job pretty badly. Kinda like I did with Trix. Anyway, there was a good chance for an interesting story. And more importantly: I wanted to know what Alice’s end goal was here. According to her aura, she was still more than ready to jump into bed with me. Maybe she was searching for a spectacular way to lose her virginity. Which would’ve also saved me the trouble to find someone else tonight.

“It’s a date,” I said. “I’ll just stay here after we clean up.”

Alice gave me a brief nod. “Good,” she said and continued to stare at me in silence.

I gave her a few seconds before I jiggled my tits at her. “So, are you gonna paint me now or not?”

Alice blinked a few times. “Sure,” she finally said and took up her brush again.

She managed to act natural enough that Trix didn’t notice anything when she came back. I could’ve blown Alice’s cover right then and there, but I wanted to know what this was all about first. With a bit of luck it had nothing to do with Trix and I could resolve the matter quickly without dragging her into it. She had enough succubus issues to deal with already.

Getting body painted was a bit tedious at the best of times. It didn’t help that I was mainly waiting for it to be over so I could have that talk with Alice. At least my sexual burnout flattened out soon and I could enjoy the continuous brush strokes across my skin.

Alice painted something over my left breast that I’d have described as a giant Banshee with flaming hair. Apparently it was an “Empusa”, something like an ancient Greek version of a succubus, but much more hardcore and metal. Maybe that monster choice was a subtle message. Or not. In any case I didn’t think this Empusa stood much of a chance against the army that Trix assembled over my other breast and my belly.

We didn’t talk much, since that would’ve sabotaged the painting process. Looking at fluffy squirrels got old pretty soon, so I spent my time taking a closer look at Alice’s aura. It couldn’t hurt to go in with as much information as possible.

Obvious things first: She was still a virgin and still into me. Like, really into me. As if knowing what I was only made me more exciting to her. Understandably so. She wanted a partner who took control and had experience. I didn’t pick up any clear sub vibes, though. Maybe she wanted to be guided, but not dominated. Well, I was pretty sure I’d find it out. No matter what else she had on her agenda, she was eager enough for sex that it wouldn’t take much help from my side to get us going.

The question remained, what to do about her. Well, besides fucking her, of course. And taking her life force. That was a more than fair price for getting to lose her virginity in an epic and satisfying way. But then? Putting her under my spell was the safest option, but if she had some other cubus watching over her, that might’ve pissed them off.

Slowly but surely the day went on. In the early afternoon Alice and Trix went to get some noodle boxes and brought me one, too. It was easier than waiting for the paint to dry enough that I could put on a shirt and go with them. After lunch they got right back to work and around six they declared me finished.

They’d done an amazing work. Alice had painted the flaming hair of her Empusa in the most vibrant colors. After she’d finished the creature, she’d moved on to add lighting to Trix’s half of my body. With all that fiery energy radiating from the Empusa, it looked a lot more believable that she stood a chance against these eight women with their puny laser spears and metal bikinis.

We spent the next half an our or so taking pictures of me so we had a lasting keepsake of the event. The lighting wasn’t perfect, what with it getting dark already, and while the lamps did a decent job, they weren’t perfect, either. Still, after a lot of fiddling around we managed a couple of shots we were satisfied with.

Around that time my hunger raised its head again. Posing for the camera had too many associations with sex. But that was okay. I only needed to wait for a couple more minutes.

My plan went smoothly. Trix offered to help clean up, but since we’d only used my stuff and we’d go different ways anyway, she didn’t protest when I said she was free to go home. Which left me with Alice to finally find out what the hell was going on.

“Okay, so what do you know about me?” I asked once I was sure Trix was gone.

Alice fidgeted with her collar again. She still looked nervous, but her voice was steady. “I know that you’re a succubus.”

“I got that part. What gave it away? That I’m too sexy to be a human?”

I loved how I was still naked while we had this conversation. The layers of paint over my breasts were thick enough that they might’ve counted as covered. They’d only painted my upper body, though, so Alice was still free to ogle my wet pussy.

“Actually, it was when you used your powers during the lecture.”

“You noticed?”

“I noticed Trix doing, you know. And she whispered something like it was your fault. It was a bit strange. And then I remembered that in your videos you dye your hair all the time and it always looks natural. And that you don’t seem to get cold.”

Apparently I’d been severely underestimating her all this time. “Impressive. Still, just from that, it’s a bit of a logical leap, I’d say.”

“That’s what tipped me off. Yesterday I made sure. Turns out, the laws of gravity don’t apply to your breasts.”