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She stood before me, wreathed in darkness, in the center of the intricate connecting lines and circles I had meticulously drawn on the floorboards. The piece of carpet I had cut out and removed was tossed into the corner, its jagged edges testament to my hurry and impatience. I had placed the six candles, all natural beeswax and black as the book had stated, exactly every 60 degrees and equidistant around the perimeter of the design. I'd burnt sage, thyme and wychwood in a rose wood bowl to cleanse the air, the acrid smoke lingering in the air still. Finishing off with a liberal dose of fresh blood, that I had smeared artfully in the designated places. I had dimmed the lights, waited until the clock struck the third hour of night and spoken the incantation to summon my succubus. All exactly as it was written in the book, followed to the letter. So it came as no surprise when she appeared in front of me in a gout of flame and smoke, though I hadn’t quite believed it would work until now. The last time I had tried, following the advice of reddit user u/succubuslover69, had ended with nothing more to show for my effort than singed eyebrows and a stain that suddenly refused to be removed.. However, what was surprising was when she smeared the crisp chalk lines of my holding circle with a delicate little foot and stepped across the boundary towards me.

She was beautiful and slightly terrifying in equal measure, her small stature deceptive in imparting an initial impression of innocence. She wore nothing aside from a sheer black dress that fell from her bare shoulders to her ankles. It was made from a fabric through which I could just discern her small supple breasts and full figure. Two short horns curved away from the top of her skull, becoming almost lost in the thick tangle of long fiery red hair, that fell in waves to the small of her back. It shone with a vigour and vibrance I had never seen before, lmost as if each strand of hair was on fire. Her small round face was free of any blemish while her skin held an almost deep purple tinge to it that seemed to give off an almost unnatural glow that filled the room. Deep dark hazel eyes highlighted by flecks of gold, with pupils as dark as inkwells stared through me. The liner she wore around her eyes emphasising their almond shape with long full lashes beating as she blinked. Her lips were full and painted a deep matt black and brought forward in a pout. Her small button nose wrinkled in distaste at the smell of the room and her brow furrowed and her tail twicted.

“What is that awful smell?” she asked “it’s not you is it?” The distaste in her voice was obvious. “God don’t be another one of those loser shut-ins who fantasize themselves to death about having a demon girl take care of them” she said, rolling her eyes at me.

Her voice was soft and slightly scathing with an accent I couldn’t quite place. It was entrancing, I could feel my body relaxing and my mind drifting to lurid thoughts of her and the things we could do. As I stood there, slightly bewildered I sniffed under my armpits. It wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t good either. In my haste to put the ritual together I had been neglecting my personal hygiene somewhat.

“Yeah, sorry that could be me” I mumbled, not daring to meet her gaze.

She gave a little ‘hmp’ as she walked around the room inspecting the posters and figures I had on display. The look of distaste didn’t appear to be leaving anytime soon as she ran her finger through the dust build up on the desk in the corner. A small wrinkle in her perfect skin formed on her forehead.

“Do you really live like this?” she said, waving her arms at the room “it’s disgusting. I’ve seen imps with cleaner burrows than this”.

“Hang on, aren't you supposed to be trapped by the holding circle? And you're supposed to be bound to me and do what I say” I stammered out. It had meant to come out as intimidating but instead just sounded whiney.

She raised an eyebrow at me, “What? That thing?” she pointed to the now smeared lines of my carefully drawn design. “You didn’t really expect that to work did you?” she laughed, “It’ll take a stronger human than you to tame me. But don’t worry, that's what I like. A soft, weak little man in over his head”.

She walked over to me, each step slow and measured. Until she stood in front of me, hands on hips, the lithe tail coiling around one leg. She had to look up at me as I was a full head taller than her. She poked me in my stomach with a small finger.

“You’re going to get exactly what you wanted when you called me here” she said matter of factly, “Just maybe not on the terms you first thought” a sly smile spreading across her face. “But first, clean this place up and go take a shower… a long one”.

She turned and disappeared through the bedroom door. I could see the outline of her body through her dress and my fading erection got a second burst of life as I caught a glimpse of her bottom through her dress as she left. I heard her rummaging around in the kitchen and then the TV in the front room came on.

I stood where she had left me for a good few minutes, wondering what had just happened. This wasn’t right at all, I mean I had summoned her that part was right. But so far all she had done was make fun of me and tell me what to do. I was fairly certain it was supposed to be the other way around. By now we should have been having the best sex of my life, with me in control and her doting on my every whim. I was brought out my reflective haze by her voice calling through from the other room.

“I don’t hear any cleaning!” she shouted, “If you want this to happen you're going to have to get a move on”. Her voice was tinged with a touch of impatience.

Casting all other thoughts aside I got down to throwing things into cupboards and under the desk . Taking a black bin liner from a draw I used it to clear the floor of any loose food and rubbish. Some fresh linen for the bed and a quick hose down with some of the air freshener from the bathroom gave the room a much better fragrance. I hurriedly extinguished the candles and added them to the rubbish bag, throwing the section of carpet back over the ritual markings on the hardwood floor. Feeling slightly better about the appearance of the room I bundled the old sheets and crumpled clothing into the washer in the kitchen, throwing the rubbish outside as I went.

“Good. Now for a shower” she teased, leaning in through the doorway. “And let's get rid of that fluff on your face while we’re at it”.

She shooed me into the bathroom, motioning me to take off my clothes. I could feel the first flush of scarlet working its way up my neck and into my cheeks. Feeling slightly self conscious I started to undo my belt and pull off my trousers, becoming entangled half way through and nearly losing my balance.

“Ummmm, I‘m a little embarrassed” I managed to croak out, looking shyly at her.

“Awwww poor sweet thing” she giggled mockingly. "If it makes things easier we can both be naked?”.

She slipped the dress off her shoulders letting it fall to the floor. The purple hue of her face and arms continued over the whole of her body. It was flawless. She had an otherworldly quality that I had never encountered before. Her small breasts sported dark nipples that I could see getting hard as the cool air touched them. She had an intricate design tattooed onto her lower abdomen just over where her womb would be. Her hips were wide and flowed into her round and perfect bottom. Between her legs her vulva was slightly hidden away with only a hint of the parting lips showing. Her legs gracefully led down to her well proportioned little feet that I just wanted to step all over me. Where had that thought come from? I wondered slightly amused at the workings of my mind. She was the type of woman I fantasised about. The kind I thought about when I masturbated. The kind I had always wanted to be with.

“Do you like what you see?” she asked coyly, moving towards me and unbuttoning my shirt. “You’re actually not as bad as I first thought. But still, let’s get you shaved and showered”.

Standing in front of the bathroom sink, wearing only my underwear, I scraped the scraggly beard from my face with a fresh razor I fished from the cabinet. She watched intently, appraising me. Like a cat watching its prey, waiting to pounce. I looked at myself in the mirror. I wasn’t bad looking I supposed, just not handsome. More of a middle of the road type of guy, nothing of any note to make me stand out. I was skinny, you could see the faintest hint of my ribs through the skin but there was a little muscle too. My stomach was mostly flat but lack of exercise had left me with a little tummy when I sat. My skin was tanned on the arms and face but it was pale elsewhere, with the accumulated nicks and bumps of life marring it. My long mousy brown hair was tied back from my face in a bun giving it a severe look as its angles caught the light.

As I washed the remnants of the soap from my cheeks, her hands found the waistband of my pants and pulled them down to my knees. Turning me round she took in my dick as it stood to attention, it came level with her belly button.

“Ohhh you’re bigger than I thought too!” she said happily moving her right hand down to my balls.

She cradled them gently feeling the skin tighten and loosen from the warmth of her hand. She worked her way up the length of my shaft and gripped the head. It was almost too much. I could feel the urge to cum building in the tip of my dick. A hot flush raced through me and my heart began to hammer in my chest. She seemed to sense my agitation.

“Ready are we?” she giggled. I nodded, “Well too bad, you still have to please me first. And that’s no easy thing”.

Holding my penis she led me over to the shower, almost losing my footing as my pants slipped further down my legs.

Turning on the water she chivied me in under the flow, following me as I went. The water was warm but I hardly felt it as I watched it plaster her thick fiery hair to her head and shoulders. The water ran in rivulets down her face and neck, then between her breasts. I reached out and took them in my hands. They fitted perfectly and I gently brought them together allowing the water to form a pool that quickly overflowed. My thumbs teased her nipples in slow rhythmic circles that elicited a little groan from her. In response her hold on my dick tightened and she began to work her hand up and down its length. Pulling the skin back as far it would go before drawing it back up again. She allowed me a few minutes of pleasure before abruptly releasing me and removing my hands from her.

She took the soap from the corner of the shower and emptied a generous amount into her palm and applied it liberally to my body. Paying particular attention to my dick and balls. “Turn around” she commanded, and I felt myself obeying without thought. She washed my back, moving her hands down to my buttocks and then between them. Without warning she slid her finger into my asshole up to her first knuckle. It was a shock and made me jump and cry out, but she held firm inside of me. She pressed up against me and I could feel her soft curves on my skin. She reached around and took a hold of my erection, teasing me as she worked her finger back and forth. The feeling was both painful and pleasurable in equal measure.

“Deeper” I said through a half clenched jaw.

She increased her speed and grip, inching her finger further inside me. I could feel the last knuckle of her hand bump against me as she reached the limit of her hand. As I was nearing the cusp, she slowed her movements and withdrew herself from me.

“Did you like that?” she asked, biting my back. I only managed a nod in return. “Good because I have so much more for you”.

She stepped out of the shower and grabbed a clean towel from the pile. “Don’t forget to wash your hair and give yourself a little tidy up downstairs” she said as she threw my razor at my feet. “I’ll be drying off. Don't’ be too long” she called over her shoulder as she left the room.

I slumped in the shower, two hands pressed against the wall, letting the water run over my back. What have I let myself in for? I wondered, grinning as I grabbed the shampoo.

Having scrubbed every inch of me almost raw and taking care to remove the hair in and around my crotch and ass, I stepped out of the shower a new man. Towelling off, but still dripping slightly, I timidly poked my head around the bedroom doorway. She was lying on the bed flicking through some of the books I had on the side table.

“Boy you really have it bad don’t you” she said, eyeing me with a knowing smile, “Almost every book in here has something to do with me and mine. Succubi are your thing huh?”.

I felt my face flush again, “Is it that obvious?” I asked, noticing that her left hand was between her legs.

She played with herself as she watched me. “Lose the towel and let me see you” she ordered me “I want to see how well you scrub up.

I moved into the room, unwinding the towel from my waist as I went. The erection that had finally subsided whilst I had showered alone flared into life once more as I caught her scent again. I stood stark naked in front of her my dick rock hard and throbbing to the beat of my heart. She sat up and swung her legs off the bed and sat quietly regarding me for what felt like an age.

“This is a definite improvement” she said at last, a note of surprise in her voice. “Take away the dirt and some of that pesky hair and I have something I can work with”.

I felt like a piece of meat being appraised, I was nothing to her, something she could chew up and spit out with no reservations, and that thought excited me.

“Are you ready to be used? To have your twisted fantasies fulfilled?” she asked, looking up at me from the edge of the bed.

She reached out and grabbed my balls and squeezed gently, and then suddenly hard. I cried out and felt my knees almost give out. She pulled me down to kneel in front of her. She spread her legs wide to reveal her vagina. She was getting wet, the slow seep was working its way down her crotch to run onto the clean bed covers.

”Now, use that pretty mouth of yours” she hissed, leaning forward to bite my ear. She grabbed my hair with both hands and guided my face down onto her.

Her scent filled my senses, it was different from the few girls I had been with before. It was sweet and erotic, both slightly flora with the salty earthy tones of a woman, the colours of pink and purple swam through my head as I inhaled. I felt my erection throb almost painfully, begging to be put to use. The pressure on the back of my head increased and my face was planted firmly between her thighs. My mouth met the lips of her vulva and I lapped greedily. Running my tongue along the underside of her crotch, almost to her asshole, I playfully licked and kissed her. Slowly working my way up past the opening to her vagina and to search out her clitoris in the gentle folds of skin, quickly finding the small bump. I massaged it with my lips, taking it into my mouth and sucking. I heard a gratifyingly long sigh as I worked it gently back and forth. The grip on my head became tighter and she dug her nails into my scalp. She began to rock her hips, pushing gently into me as she bore down. I struggled to breath, but I was lost in the sensation of her, not caring if she suffocated me.

I must have lagged slightly as she released her hold on me and, seemingly reluctantly, pushed me back slightly.

“Sorry, was I a bit too rough there you?” she said teasingly, “It’s just that your mouth is such a good fit for me I got a little bit needy.”

Giggling, she sat up and pulled me onto her so I lay between her legs, my weight bearing down on her. I could feel her little breasts squashed against me. She played with my hair as it fell into her face. Pushing me back and moving away from my face.

“Lets give you something to perk you up a bit shall we? '' she crooned at me, “though you don’t seem to need much help down here” Grabbing at my crotch.

She took my face in her hands and lifted her head up to kiss me softly on the lips. Her small mouth opened wide and her tongue darted in to meet mine. Her breath was sweet and lightly flavoured with apple I noticed, she must have taken one from the side while I was cleaning. She should be able to taste herself on my lips, but if she did she made no mention of the fact. She broke away and rolled me onto my back and straddling me in one easy movement. Pinning my arms above my head she continued her assault on my mouth with hers. Biting my lip almost painfully in her haste.

She wriggled up to sit on my chest. She looked down at me and fondled her breasts.

“Do you like what you see?” she asked coquettishly, a smile spreading across her mouth.

I nodded vigorously, “Please fuck me” I unashamedly begged her.

“Hmmmmmm…” she mused playfully, “Sure, why not” she giggled at me.

Reaching back she grabbed my dick and gave it a few strokes to make sure I was still hard for her. Then she crouched above me, squatting over my dick. She brushed the tip against her inner thighs and across the opening to her vagina, coating it with the seeping fluid that was escaping her. I could feel the threat of orgasm coming from just her toying with me and I tried to lock it down by clenching my legs and arms. With a gleeful expression she, eased herself down and drew me into her. She was tight and she clenched her muscles to grip me as she settled. rocking back and forth slowly, grinding her hips against mine. Her intense heat flooded down onto me, and I raised my hips to lift her slightly off the bed feeling myself slide deeper into her.

“Careful now” she said, running her nails down my chest. “You don’t want to excite me too much. You don’t know what I’m capable of yet. She smiled wickedly and raised herself into a crouch so that she was once again poised over me. Bracing herself against my chest, she brought her hips down, impaling herself once more on my quivering dick, only to repeat the movement. I cried out as she continued to raise and lower herself onto me, she closed her eyes, a look of concentration etched on her face. She began to pant slightly and let out a small moan as she came down hard, our bodies slapping together in rythm. Her pace became faster and she moved one of her delicate little hands to my throat, bearing down with her slight weight, yet her strength caught me by surprise. She squeezed my neck firmly, restricting my breathing and letting me feel the blood surge through my vines under her fingers. My hands searched out and found her breasts and rested there for a moment feeling the little orbs bounce. I seized one perfect nipple and pinched, eliciting a shocked little gasp from her. Her eyes shot open and she glared at me with a grin on her face.

“Oh I see, that’s how you want it is it?” She asked me, dropping down suddenly, crushing my testicles slightly. Aggressively she began to grind into me once more. “I’m going to take everything from you, not just your essence but your heart and soul too. You’ll be mine”. Grinning wide enough to show her fangs. She grabbed my hands, pinning them above my head once more. She was deceptively strong and I found myself trapped, unable to escape from her grip. She arched her back forcing her bouncing breasts into my face, her harsh movements driving the breath from my lungs. I fought to bite and suck on the erect nipples inches from my face as she slowly roused a more animalistic side of me with each thrust of her hips. A growl arose in my throat as I drew near to climaxing.

“That’s what I wanted to see.” she said mischievously, “I want you to desire me like no one else. Now beg to fuck to me, I want to hear you really beg for it”.

I fought against her grip as hard as I could, trying to break free and claim what was mine. But it was useless, she was toying with me, there was no way I could escape without her letting me.

“Please….please let me fuck you. I want you more than I know how to put into words. I want to see your face as I take you and hear your moans, I want you to see me cum for you.” I pleaded to her, my voice sounding small and flat compared to hers.

“Hmmmmmmmm….seeing as you have been so good. I’ll allow it. Only this one time though” She smirked, letting go of my arms.

Finding myself suddenly free, I sat up and twisted forcing her down onto her back with me frimly between her thighs. I raised myself up leaning over her and stared into her eyes. I started hard, thrusting into her with all my strength. Sliding in as far as I could go, trying to fill her completely. She gasped at the sudden pressure inside her, squirming her little body beneath me as I repeated the unrefined movment again and again and again. Her eyes never left mine and I found I couldn’t break the gaze, their deep hazel colouring seemingly infinite in their depth.

The building sensations in the tip of my dick brought me back to myself and I could feel my orgasm breaking free from my mental grip. Reaching down I took her legs and raised them up and back over her head, almost folding her in half. I bore down with my weight and kept thrusting into her. My balls made a satisfyingly wet smacking sound as they impacted on her asshole, bringing myself firmly to the edge. With a cry I pulled myself from her, shooting my load onto her little tummy and across her breasts. I continued to jerk myself for a while longer, fully milking myself of every drop. Watching it drip down her, then sitting back on my haunches breathing deeply. The spilled seed liberal covering her body seemed to be absorbed into her skin, leaving not a trace of the sticky fluids behind.

“Now let me just clean this up” she murmured, sitting up and bending to take my now rapidly shrinking cock into her mouth to suck the very last drops from me. She worked down the shaft, taking it all into her mouth. Then running her tongue around and under my ball sack. “There all clean” she smiled at me. “Did you have fun? Or do you want more?” she pouted at me.

I nodded through the haze that now descended heavily on me. My eyelids felt heavy and my limbs now refused to move. With gentle touches, she manovered me back onto the mattress, now damp with our combined sweat. And brought the pillow under my head. She bent to kiss me, her lips leaving a lingering trace of her essence on my lips.

“Awww so sleepy” she said, as if to a child, ‘You just lie there and rest, and wait for me to return, there's a good boy” She pulled the covers over me and disappeared through the bedroom door.

I felt an emptiness in my chest as if a small part of me was missing. Nothing that left me questioning my course of action I had taken, but enough to be slightly disconcerting. No matter, I thought. It had been worth it.

I was on the cusp of passing out when she returned from the other rooms, carrying her dress under one arm.

“Mmmmm that was nice” She said softly, shaking her shoulders, “ you certainly weren't what I was expecting when I arrived” she seemed puzzled as if by a new idea or feeling she was having, “I’ll definitely be back. I’m not done with you yet. Next time we’ll work solely on my pleasure. Understand?”

I half shook my head in acknowledgement and mumbled something even I didn’t catch.

“Good. You’re something special that’s for sure. I just need to find out why” With a last little Hmmp, she turned on her heel and vanished in a puff of smoke and flame.