Monsters – The Succubus

This is my entry for Literotica 2021 Halloween Story Contest and my first attempt at erotic horror. I hope you enjoy it! Thanks once again to SissyKaty for helping me edit. – Jay

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Halloween. For most, the night is filled with fun and mischief. For most college students, the night is spent trying to get lucky at a party. For Connor, the night was just another reminder of his lame and lonely existence. He was a nerd in every sense of the word. He got straight A’s in every class, spent all of free time reading comics, and was still a virgin. Middle school and high school were a living hell because of the constant bullying, and he had yet to find someone willing to kiss his acne-covered face, let alone have sex with him. He actually had a good-sized cock that was thick and just over 7 inches long, bigger than average from what he read online, but he was too socially awkward. He never felt comfortable talking to or interacting with others. He only had a couple classmates he considered friends, but they hardly ever hung out with him outside of school.

College was his chance to get away. With his grades, he could have gotten accepted anywhere, but he decided on Sunshine State University in Florida. The school was on the clear opposite side of the country from his shithole hometown in Washington and gave him a fresh start where no one knew him. However, after two months, there was still no one who knew him. His stoner roommate barely spent any time in their dorm, and all of Connor’s attempts to connect with his classmates have been met with stares and brief, curt responses. Gone was the hateful attention and cacophony of insults. In its place, there was nothing. No attention whatsoever. Connor was lost in the crowd and cried himself to sleep every night wishing he could find a connection with someone, anyone. He was so desperate, he decided to try out something absolutely absurd: witchcraft.

Connor spent hours and hours combing the dark web for a spell to help him fall in love. Most of the rituals were focused on turning someone into a slave, but while Connor wouldn’t have minded a mindless slave to do his every bidding, he would rather have a loving partner. He eventually found a ritual which was said to find someone to “fulfill your desires”. As Connor read through the process, he couldn’t help but laugh. Do people actually believe in this hocus-pocus bullshit? He figured it couldn’t make matters worse. The only thing he didn’t have in his dorm were the “special” candles, but they were easily found online. Now, all he had to do was wait for the next full moon. Ironically, that would be this Friday AKA “All Hallow’s Eve”. Connor knew it would be perfect, knowing he’d be the only one lame enough to still be in the dorms that night.

Friday finally rolled around and sure enough, the dorm building was a ghost town. Connor locked the door and closed all of his blinds before sitting down in front of the small coffee table in front of his couch. He placed the five incense-laden candles in a circle and lit them one by one. The room quickly filled with a surprisingly lovely scent. Connor closed his eyes and took in a few deep breaths through his nose, feeling his body relax. When this stupid attempt at love inevitably failed, at least Connor’s dorm wouldn’t smell like his roommate’s pot anymore.

Connor grabbed his kitchen knife and held the tip to his left ring finger. Biting his lip, he nicked the tip of his finger, and watched as blood trickled down onto the table. He quickly drew the designated pattern between the candles on the table, then wrapped a band-aid over his cut before looking over at his laptop. Connor let out a small chuckle as he read the final step.

“Here goes nothing,” Connor murmured to himself before reciting the strange ancient text.

“TEL EON MOEC OT LIFFLUL YM SERDSEI”

Connor held his breath and waited. And waited. He looked over each of the five slowly flickering candle wicks, then down at the table. Nothing had changed, and nothing seemed to be happening. He read the text again, then waited. Still nothing. He double-checked the spacing of the candles and the bloody rune on the table. Then he triple-checked it. Everything seemed to be just as the shady website described it should be. Connor sighed and opened his mouth to read out the text one last time but he was cut off.

Suddenly, the window opened behind the closed blinds letting in a gust of wind. Connor nearly jumped out of his seat as the blinds lifted away from the window, and the wind extinguished all five candles leaving the dorm in total darkness. When the last candle flickered out, all of the other lights in the dorm went out. Connor’s entire body tensed up as his eyes glanced around the dark dormitory and his mind raced with fear.

What is going on?? Did the ritual work? Is someone here? Did they turn off the lights? What about the window??

Connor heard shouting outside. He stayed perfectly quiet and listened to the words. Sounds like another drunken frat walking by. Connor took heavy breaths trying to understand what happened. He noticed the microwave was turned off. That meant the power must be out. That must be why the drunk outside was yelling. Then what happened to the window??

Connor slowly stood up and looked around the room. He still didn’t see anyone, but he continued glancing back and forth as his tentative feet quietly shuffled towards the still open window. His heart pounded in his chest, and he struggled to control his breathing. His shaky hands reached up to the string controlling the blinds. Holding the string. Connor tried to calm himself. There was nothing outside the window. There couldn’t be. He was on the third floor. Still scared, Connor held his breath and closed his eyes before pulling up the blinds.

Connor’s body slightly turned away from the window as he opened one eye. There was nothing outside his window. The cold October chill slowly blew in from outside, much lighter than the earlier gust. He opened his second eye and slowly leaned closer to the window. His heartbeat jackhammered inside as he looked around outside. The skittish virgin suddenly jumped back from a yell outside. Connor sighed. It was still the stupid, drunk frat. He looked outside again and noticed the streetlights were off. There must have been a power outage. He was worrying for nothing. However, there was still the issue of the window.

Could it have opened on its own? It must have. There was no other way, but the wind opening it didn’t make any sense. What the hell really happened? What the hell is going on???

Connor quickly closed the window and locked it. He tried opening the window. Nothing could get in through there now, and no breeze from outside could open it. Somewhat satisfied, he turned around to try and find his phone.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.

Connor froze to the sound of three simple knocks tapping the door to his dorm. He hadn’t just imagined that had he? He definitely heard someone knocking, but who else would be lonely enough to still be in the dorm on Halloween night? Sweat rolled down his brow while Connor searched for his phone.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.

Connor definitely had not imagined that knocking. There was someone at the door. Connor turned on the light on his phone and hesitantly tiptoed towards the door. His heart started pounding again as he quietly leaned forward and grabbed the doorknob. His arm slowly shook as his sweaty hand held the knob, but he didn’t open the door. Why was he afraid? It was probably just his RA checking to see who is still here, but what if it was someone else? What if it was SOMETHING else?

Connor slowly pulled his trembling hand away from the door. Whatever is going on, the safest course of action is to just pretend he’s not home. Connor silently turned around holding his breath in case whatever was behind the door could hear his nervous panting. With his back to the door, Connor began stepping away.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.

The light tapping on the door echoed within Connor’s mind and halted his retreat. I looked back over his shoulder towards the troubling door. Why was this so difficult for him? He didn’t want to open the door. He knew he probably shouldn’t open it. However, at this rate, whoever was outside probably wouldn’t stop until he answered the door. Connor let out a sigh of frustration and walked back up to the door. His hand grabbed the doorknob, and he took a couple of deep breaths to try and calm his nerves. His sweaty fingers turned the knob, and opened the door.

In the dark hall, there was nothing. Nothing and no one. Connor hesitantly leaned forward and poked his head out, carefully scanning for any signs of life. The only thing he heard was his quick breathing as goosebumps ran up his arms. Despite the empty hallway, the hairs on Connor’s neck told him he was being watched.

Connor frustratingly closed the door. Someone was probably just trying to play a prank on him. He walked back to the coffee table. Connor fumbled around with his phone light until he lit all of the candles again. At least he didn’t have to rely on his phone for light. With the candles giving off low light, Connor saw the blood rune now encrusted onto the table. He quickly grabbed a wet towel and wiped away all of the evidence while thinking about how stupid he was to even try this idiotic ritual. It clearly didn’t work. Then again, a blackout did happen right afterwards. Did he cause the blackout? Connor quickly blew out all of the candles except for one and decided to hide the others. If the blackout did somehow lead back to him, he at least wanted some plausible deniability. He hid the extra candles as well as the rag used to wipe off the table in a bag under his bed. He’d throw them out in the morning, but until then he was definitely NOT going to leave his room.

Connor decided he’d had enough excitement for the day. He stripped off his clothes, then crawled under his sheets buck naked. He normally would open a window to let in some cool air, but he was definitely NOT going to do that any time soon. Connor restlessly tried to fall asleep, but he couldn’t. His mind was still racing with worry and fear. He rolled over onto his back and tried to think of something to distract his thought-filled brain. He tried to think of the last porn video he watched which featured a busty blonde milf waking up her stepson by sucking his morning wood. However, his lucid mind gave him a different bombshell.

Pulling off his sheets, a tall, 20-something, pale-skinned girl with large breasts and a curvy ass crawled onto the foot of his bed. Her long black hair tickled up his legs sending a shiver up to Connor’s spine. The woman’s orange eyes looked unblinkingly into Connor’s gaze while her long fingers wrapped around the base of his cock. Connor moaned as the sexy woman let drool slowly drip down between her full red lips onto her erect shaft. Her hand ever so slowly began pumping up and down his full length, spreading the lubricating saliva. With a tilt of her head, the bombshell continued sending a sultry look towards Connor while her lips descended onto his balls. Connor’s hips reflexively rose up off the bed as her mouth and tongue teased and sucked one of his testicles. While most of Connor’s wet dreams go straight to intercourse, the teasing by this new woman of his dreams had already made him fully hard. Connor reached down to jerk off to the rest of his dream, but his hand touched something on his cock. He sat up with a start, and his wide open terrified eyes witnessed his living nightmare.

Leaning over his legs was the woman from his dreams, there in the flesh. While her mouth was still sensually teasing his balls and her long fingers were still slowly tugging his shaft, her fingernails were replaced with long black claws. Emerging from the top of her head through her long black hair were two small, curved, and black horns. Two large leathery black wings emerged out of her naked back, and dancing between them was a long and thin black tail with a wider spade-headed tip. With her eyes emanating a soft orange glow, Connor realized the true purpose of the ritual.

Connor crawled backwards, pulling his cock and genitals away from the sultry demon. With his back hitting the wall behind him, he couldn’t do anything else except watch as the evil curvy figure slowly crawled toward him like a predator about to feast. His eyes were glued to her seductive gaze with the orange color in her eyes flickering like flames. She let out a closed-mouth chuckle before her red lips opened to let her long pink tongue lick her plump lips.

“Don’t be afraid boy. I’m here to make all of your troubles disappear.”

Connor’s entire body shivered with fear to the touch of her hair draping down against his bare skin. The monstrous woman did not stop at his cock but continued crawling up his body until she was straddling over his pointed shaft. Connor’s hands clawed at the wall behind him when one of her claws slowly traced up the middle of his torso. He closed his eyes and wished he would wake up from whatever dream this must be when she tilted her head and took a long, wet, sensual lick up his neck.

“Mmmm…I do love the taste of virgins.”

Connor’s throat let out a yelp of fear and pain as he felt her long, agile tail rope around in a figure eight around his balls and the base of his cock. His attacker quickly leaned forward and put a hand on the front of his throat with one finger extended up to shush his lips. Connor turned his head away and didn’t dare open his eyes as her large breasts and hard nipples pressed against his chest.

“Shhhhh…Come now, you were the one who summoned me. Deep down, you know you are craving this.”

Connor desperately tried to get his cock to soften and shrink, but he was facing a losing battle as his heart rate skyrocketed and the teasing touch of the demon ignited his skin. He desperately shook his head in denial, but the hand around his neck firmly held his head still. With his eyes still shut out of fear, Connor held his breath as he felt the breath and presence of his tormentor an inch away from his face.

“Open your eyes,” she whispered.

Connor was trapped and had no other option. His squeezing eyes slowly opened, and he once again was staring into the dancing orange light emanating from the demon’s irises. She grinned before her beautiful face ever so gently leaned forward and her lips stood a hair’s breadth away from his trembling mouth. Her voice was barely audible.

“Tonight, you come alive.”

Her soft lips pressed against his, and her eyes ignited. Connor was paralyzed by the small orange flames now rising out of her eye sockets. The fire burned into his soul and as she slipped her tongue into his mouth, Connor felt every inch of his body heat up. Slowly, his body relaxed, and his trembling fear was replaced with deep-rooted lust. His never-ending hard on somehow grew even more stiff, almost to the point of pain.

With the demon’s tongue suckling his, both Connor and the succubus moaned into each other’s mouths when she slowly lowered her hips and impaled her tight cunt on his steel member. Connor reveled in the immense heat and the soft, wet walls gripping around his cock. Another wave of hot lust rushed through his body from his shaft, and the succubus finally released his mouth to let them both take in a much-needed breath.

“Ohhh, you’re so thick,” she mewled with a breathy moan.

The sultry woman sucked Connor’s lower lip while her hips rose with a flap of her wings. Connor moaned out as the velvet walls suffocating his dick loosened their hold as they ascended and stopped when just his tip was still inside her. Another longer moan escaped his throat when the demon expertly contracted her heavenly vaginal walls on a downward slide. Connor leaned his head back against the wall and soaked in the intense pleasure of the succubus’s slow and sensual riding. Her cunt continued to tease his tormented cock by relaxing on every upstroke and flexing on every downstroke.

The demon continued nibbling Connor’s lip while she grabbed both of his wrists and placed his hands on her large breasts. Connor immediately began groping the large, soft globes. His fascinated fingers squeezed and explored her hard nipples with gentle tugs eliciting a moan from the raven-haired seductress. She finally let go of Connor’s lip with a soft chuckle.

“You like my tits Baby?”

Connor responded by leaning down and lifting her breasts up letting his eager mouth surround and suck one of her delightful nipples. The succubus moaned out another chuckle.

“Mmmmm…I’ll take that as a yes.”

Connor lovingly attacked the nipple with his lips and tongue while the demon’s hands rested on his shoulders. Her wings flapped harder as her bouncing quickened and her bubbly ass smacked down against Connor’s thighs. His pleasure swelled with the moaned whispers of his demonic partner.

“Yes! Yes! Devour my tits!”

The demon’s whispers turned to whines when she felt Connor’s teeth bite her nipple. With Connor switching back and forth between glorious breasts, the succubus slammed her hips down harder and faster. With her whining reaching a fever pitch and Connor’s climax becoming imminent, the demon’s legs began trembling in orgasm. Her vice-like walls quivered and tightened their hold of his shaft in a death grip. Connor moaned into her nipple as he felt his pleasure approach the peak, but his awaited orgasm was denied by her tail tightening its hold around his balls and the base of his cock. Connor’s body writhed in wanton need of a release, but it never came, and the burning need in his painfully hardened cock never ebbed. Connor never knew pleasure could be built up this high, but despite how much he enjoyed it so far, he needed more. He craved more. He needed the fire in his cock to dissipate, and he was driven to do that by any means necessary.

With the demon still reeling in her post-orgasmic euphoria and the fire in her eyes reduced to a smaller flame, Connor leaned forward and pushed her on her back before he started pounding her dripping cunt with his needy cock. The succubus’s legs wrapped around Connor, and her heels pushed against his ass in encouragement. Her long claws raked against his back as her voice egged him on.

“Oh fuck! Fuck me! Fuck me like a cheap dirty whore!”

Connor grunted from the sharp pain from the scratching claws, but he didn’t care. All he was focused on was the unbelievable hole that was still flexing its walls on each of his desperate thrusts. His hands reached down and squeezed her bouncing tits to gain leverage so that he could ram her even harder. More dirty moans rang out and joined the sound of his body smacking against hers.

“Harder! Harder! Is that all you got?”

The demon let out a squeal of surprise and lustful delight as Connor wrapped a hand around her throat. Fire burned bright out of her eyes, and Connor’s fingers choked the horny demon as her labored breaths and digging claws brought new vigor to his thrusts. With the succubus squirming and pushing her hips to the rhythm of Connor’s pounding, Connor felt his cock build with more intense heat. Knowing he was about to finally come; he rammed his thick cock as deep as he could and held it there to fill the demon with his hot seed.

The succubus dug her nails into Connor’s back drawing blood as her legs shook and her body rolled to her second orgasm. Connor tried with all his might to join her coming cunt strangling his shaft, but her tail tightened further around his cock ignoring his prayers and sending more seething disappointment to his burning dick. The demon wouldn’t let him come, and the realization filled Connor with anger and hatred.