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Chapter One

“So much power!”

Soft, tender fingers caressed every inch of Chase’s body as he floated through a void of dim, flashing colors and blurry, unrecognizable images. Each touch sent lightning bolts of pleasure coursing through his veins. His chest heaved as he gasped for breath, heart racing like he had been running for a day straight.

“I can feel it all the way from here!”

He jerked and writhed, his body completely out of his control as sensations more powerful than anything he had ever dared to believe were possible lit up his cells until he felt like he was burning brighter than the sun itself.

But it wasn’t enough. He wanted more.. No, he needed more!

“Yessss, let me have it!”

A warmth unlike anything he had ever experienced washed over Chase, overwhelming him and sending feelings he didn’t even know how to name zigzagging through his nerves, more intense than a thousand orgasms hitting all at once. Sweet release ripped through him, tearing a cry of ecstasy from his mouth, but it came out only as a strangled gasp as the breath was stolen from his lungs by the sheer incredible, indescribable rapture that rolled over him again and again, without pause, without mercy.

“Ohhh, we are going to have so much fun together! But it’s time for you to wake up now.”

No, please! he pleaded to the void. Don’t make it stop! Let me stay here forever!

A warm laugh echoed through the constantly shifting nothingness around him.

“Don’t worry. We’ll see each other very soon.”

And with that, Chase’s day began as they usually did: with his older brother playing his bedroom door like a drum.

Wham, wham, wham!

“Hey!”

Wham, wham, wham!

“Mom says get up!”

Wham, wham, wham!

“You're going to be late for school!”

Chase opened his eyes to see that it was only 5:58, two minutes before his alarm was set to go off. He groaned quietly. Apparently his mother's wakeup calls couldn't even wait until after he'd decided to sleep in anymore. He lay there silently, refusing to move while Jordan continued his attempts to knock his door off its hinges, until the alarm started to beep. Apparently satisfied, his brother finally turned to plod downstairs where breakfast awaited him.

With a sigh, he rolled out of bed and stood up, stretching his tired limbs and cracking his neck. Despite the early hour, the sun was already above the horizon and sending warm streaks of summer daylight between the blinds of his bedroom window. His eyes slid over to the calendar hanging from his wall, and a small smile appeared on his face. Only two more weeks of school, and then he'd never have to get up at this ungodly hour again.

At least until you get a job, the cynical part of him whispered back, but he pushed it away before it could dampen the somewhat good mood he'd woken up with.

Yawning, he scratched his stomach—and jerked his hand away when his fingers touched something wet and sticky. He looked at his hand, then down at himself, and sighed when he saw that practically his entire chest and stomach had been painted white. Another wet dream.

He had started getting them a little over a month ago—strangely coinciding with his eighteenth birthday, now that he thought of it. Not that he hadn't had dreams involving sex before, but over the past few weeks they had increased to the point where they were practically becoming routine.

And for that matter, had he…Chase glanced at his bed and sighed again. Yep, he had made an absolute mess out of his sheets again too. He slept nude, just as he had for as long as he could remember. For some reason, he'd simply never been able to fall asleep if he had even a trace of clothing on him, which only served to make messy situations like this even messier.

He grabbed a few wet wipes from the pack on his nightstand, which he’d put there for that exact purpose, and cleaned himself off. When he began to pull the sheets off his bed, though, he hesitated. This was the third time he was going to have to wash them this week, and while his mom had been surprisingly tactful about the whole thing, he still cringed at the thought of the look she'd give him when he brought them downstairs—her sad, lonely son whose only intimate encounter in eighteen years of life has been with his own bedsheets.

He pulled the sheets off and wadded them up before throwing them into his closet and shutting the door. If he was lucky, he'd be able to sneak them into the laundry later that evening without Mom noticing. And if he was doubly lucky, they wouldn't fill his room with the stink of teenage cum in the meantime.

In other words, his mom was almost sure to find them while he was at school. At least that way they’d get washed without him having to feel her judging eyes on the back of his head the whole time.

And the worst part was, he could scarcely remember the dream that had gotten him so worked up in the first place. Just vague shapes and colors. If he strained his memory, he had a faint impression of a woman with thick, round hips and heavy breasts, but it was so faint that even that was fading away the longer he thought about it.

If his brain was going to humiliate him like this in front of his family, the least it could do was let him remember the good parts.

As Chase thought about the curvaceous phantom woman from his dream, he felt his flaccid cock begin to harden again. He shook his head, banishing those thoughts from his mind before he reached the point of no return.

He may have been awkward, shy, and chronically single, but one thing nobody could ever accuse him of was being unenthusiastic. Maybe he was just guilty of stroking his ego as much as his cock, but he'd always had the impression that his libido could put other guys his age to shame. Whenever he jerked off in the shower or in front of the computer, it was rare that he even had to wait a minute before he was back at full mast and ready to go again.

Was that normal? He didn’t think so, but it wasn't like he could go around asking the other guys at school about their recovery time.

But it wasn’t all porn and rainbows. When Chase got hard, the only way to get it to go back down was to rub one out. That had led to some seriously awkward moments growing up, and he'd become exceptionally skilled at retreating to the restroom while hiding his throbbing hardons. How he had managed to get through all four years of high school without being labeled an unrepentant pervert, he would never know.

And in other news, he thought with a roll of his eyes, local man files complaint about the irresponsible amount of butter on his lobster.

Once he had wiped all the cum off his chest and stomach, Chase proceeded to get dressed, throwing on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. He had been “blessed” with a body that had absolutely nothing special about it. He wasn't short, but neither was he tall. He wasn't fat, but also wasn't slim. No muscles to speak of, but not scrawny either. Basically, he had been spared from everything that might have been considered unattractive, with the tradeoff of having absolutely nothing that made him stand out in any positive way, either.

Finally convinced that he wasn't going to embarrass himself just by setting foot out of his door, Chase headed downstairs where the sound of clinking silverware could be heard. He was the last one to make it to the kitchen, and the rest of his family was already more than halfway done with their own breakfasts.

Despite it having been less than ten minutes since he'd woken him up, Jordan was helping himself to what was likely his third bowl of Lucky Charms. The heavyset twenty four year old didn't even look up as he came in, laser-focused on pouring as much milk into his bowl as possible without overflowing it.

On the opposite side of the table from Jordan sat Chelsea and Miranda, his older twin sisters. They at least graced him with a cursory “good morning” glance before they went back to whispering to each other. The twins were beautiful—it wasn't wrong just to acknowledge that, was it?—with track star bodies that could only be told apart by Chelsea’s straight hair and Miranda’s curly hair. The idea that they might have switched hairdos, and identities, had passed his mind more than once, but of course he’d never had any way to prove it.

Ever since they'd learned to talk, the only friends either of them had ever been interested in having were each other. They'd gotten almost scarily good at talking to each other without letting anyone else hear. Chase could have put his ear right up next to them, and still not have heard anything besides “Psst pssspssspsst psssst!”

Not that he ever would. The last time he'd tried that had been when he was eight, and the swelling on his face hadn't gone down for a week.

“Morning, sweetie.”

And there was his mom, Stella Greenwater, sitting at the far end of the table and munching on a slice of toast while the news played in the living room.

“Mor—” he began.

“Hurry up or you're going to be late!”

He rolled his eyes and threw a couple more slices of bread into the toaster. His mother wasn't abusive or neglectful by any means, but considering she had to take care of four kids who were between the ages of eighteen and twenty four all by herself, she admittedly did come across as if having to hear one more word from any of them would be the straw that didn’t just break her back, but made the floor cave in beneath her as well. The fact that she could take as good of care of them as she did, and still look as good in her late forties as she had in her early thirties, was nothing short of a miracle.

Again, it wasn't weird for Chase just to think that, was it? Although he had heard one of Jordan's friends call her a MILF a couple years ago. Chase hadn't been sure if he wanted to throttle him, or just be glad that his mom was still capable of getting that kind of attention.

Jordan had dropped out of community college three years ago, and was working as a construction worker. Somehow, despite the backbreaking labor, he’d managed to stay overweight the entire time—likely because their mom knew he’d never be able to afford rent on his pay, so he was free to spend what little he made on fast food and anime DVDs.

The twins were still enrolled at the same college Jordan had dropped out of, and were hoping to eventually get beautician licenses. While that had sounded like a good idea a couple years ago, though, it had eventually become clear that the college intended to make them pay for every course under the sun before it deemed them “qualified.”

What was Chase planning to do? His short term goal was to avoid thinking about that question.

“Chase, I need you to run into town and pick up some produce from the farmer's market after school,” his mom said when he sat down with his toast a few minutes later. “Jodie texted me to say she's sick, but her daughter Louise is going to be manning the stall so we can still get our usual order.”

Chase sighed. “Can Jordan do it? I'm—”

“No,” Jordan said without looking up from his cereal.

“I'm going to Krista’s place to study for finals,” he finished.

That finally seemed to get his mother's attention, and she turned to him with a raised eyebrow. “Oh, really? Will her parents be there?”

“Yes, Mom,” he snapped. “I've gone over to her place more times than I can count—”

“So, four times?” Chelsea muttered, which sent Miranda into fits of snickering.

“—and her parents were there every single time. They would literally murder me if they even thought she'd had me over alone, so could you please stop asking me that?”

Chase winced a little into his orange juice. He'd probably said that more sharply than he needed to. Then again, this was a sore subject for him. God alone only knew just how badly he wished his mom's worries could be in any way justified. The fact that he could have a girl like Krista Steinweller for a best friend since he was seven, develop a crush in the fifth grade that had only grown stronger over the years, and have absolutely fucking nothing happen between them the entire time, was a feat only he could be capable of.

“Oh, well ex-cuse me,” Stella said wryly. “It's not like you're at the age where most boys would say anything to get a little alone time with a pretty girl like her.”

“Most boys aren't Chase Greenwater,” Miranda whispered, and this time it was Chelsea’s turn to burst out laughing.

To Chase’s horror, his mom actually nodded in agreement.

“Well, you can't blame an old woman for hoping,” she said in resignation.

“All right, I'm heading out,” Chase said, jumping to his feet and leaving one of his slices of toast untouched. “See you all later.”

“I still want you to go to the farmer's market!” his mom called after him as he grabbed his backpack and made for the door. “Krista's house is just a couple blocks away, so you can drop the produce off before heading over there.”

“Fine,” he said.

“I'll text you the shopping list later.”

“Fine!”

With that, he slipped out the door and shut it behind him, hurrying across the yard and down the street just in case she came chasing after him with something else she'd forgotten. Not that it would matter, since she would just text him about it, but he wasn't sure he could take any more of his “precious, loving family” without blowing a gasket.

He walked in silence for a few minutes, enjoying the warm-but-not-hot weather and trying to get the vein in his forehead to stop throbbing. His school was a little more than a mile away, which gave him plenty of time to calm down. That was one thing he was going to miss once he graduated, he thought. Probably the only thing. Once he became a part of the real world, he'd probably have to start driving to work every—

“Heeeey, dork!”

Chase's eyes lit back up again when he turned to see a beautiful young woman jogging across her yard toward him.

“You're early,” Krista said, falling into step beside him.

“Family,” he grunted.

“Family!” she grunted back in agreement.

As they walked, Chase eyeballed his best friend as best he could without being obvious about it. Krista's brown hair was cut boyishly short, and her baggy jeans had holes torn in the knees, making her the textbook example of a skater tomboy from the nineties despite being born almost two decades too late for that.

Her figure was unmistakably feminine, but not…he searched for the right word…overwhelmingly so. Her pants did a good job of hiding her hips and butt, but he knew from the times they'd gone swimming together that there was enough there to draw the eye. On the other hand, her t-shirt was tight enough that her breasts were practically on full display. They were on the smaller side, but…well, let's just say that he had enjoyed watching her run to catch up to him a minute ago.

Stop it! he snapped at himself as he felt the familiar stirrings inside his boxers. Once that got started, there would be no stopping it, and the last thing in the world he needed was for Krista to see him sporting a boner while they walked to school together.

They chatted as they made their way down the road toward school, and to his relief, Chase felt his earlier burst of “excitement” fade. Before long, they were walking through the glass double doors of Franklin Springs High.

“So, you're still coming over today, right?” Krista asked.

Chase nodded. “Yeah, but I have to run to the farmer’s market first to pick some stuff up for my mom.”

“That works out, then. My parents said they’re going to be a little later getting home than usual.”

Chase raised his eyebrows. “You mean we finally have a chance to be alone together? I’ll head right over, then!”

Krista snorted and slugged him on the arm. “Your jokes are so weird. I’ll text you when it’s okay to come over, all right? See you!”

She took off at a jog toward her first class, waving at him as she went. Chase gave a halfhearted wave in return, then sighed.

“Yep,” he muttered to himself. “A joke. That’s all I was—”

“Move it, virgin!”

A hand that could have palmed Chase’s head like a basketball struck him square between the shoulder blades, and he grunted in pain as he stumbled forward to crash headfirst into the row of lockers in front of him. Stars exploded behind his eyelids, and he had to put his hand against the wall to stay on his feet when the room spun dizzyingly around him.

“Hey!” he shouted, mouth moving before his brain could tell it to shut up. Furiously rubbing his head where he had hit it, he spun around to confront the one who had pushed him. “What the hell is wrong with…”

The creature looming over him looked more like a caveman than a high school student, and Chase’s voice trailed off when he realized how badly he had just fucked up.

Oh, good, he thought. I’m dead.

Lance Ericson, captain of the high school football team and seven foot tall juggernaut, glared down at him with two beady black eyes under a forehead that could have smashed through concrete. One of his tree trunk-sized arms was wrapped around the shoulders of his girlfriend, Vanessa Clayton, while the other—

Chase flinched when it slammed into the locker behind him, missing his face by half an inch.

“You say somethin’ to me, you little creep?” Lance growled, bringing his face so close to Chase’s that Chase could count the hairs beneath his upper lip that he arrogantly called his mustache.

“C’mon, babe,” Vanessa whined, pulling on his arm. Both of her hands together couldn’t wrap all the way around his bicep. “He ain’t worth it. Let’s jus’ go, uh-kayyy?”

Cliche demanded that the captain of the football team had to date the school’s head cheerleader, but Chase had a feeling that kind of coordination took far more brain cells working together than Vanessa had in her entire skull. Her only claim to fame was that she had a body worthy of a porn star without needing a single round of plastic surgery. She was flaunting it today, too, wearing pants so tight that Chase was surprised they didn’t burst every time she moved, with a waistline low enough to proudly display her g-string. Her shirt was a tube top that would have barely qualified as a bra—which was fitting, since the jiggle of her e-cup breasts made it clear she didn’t have a bra on underneath it.

Her outfit, like Lance’s behavior, was tolerated as long as the trophy they had on display in the foyer stayed where it was. After all, what did it matter if their star player sent one or two of their less valuable students to the hospital every semester as long as the staff could brag about football scores?

Lance turned his glare on Vanessa, lowering his brow and mouthing something as if struggling to understand what she’d just said. She stuck out her massive bottom lip, pouting.

“We’re so close ta graduatin’, baby!” she pleaded. “Don’t go gettin’ in trouble now, uh-kay?”

Lance scowled, then jabbed a hotdog-sized finger into Chase’s chest. “Watch your mouth, bitch. You won’t get off easy twice.”

With that, the neanderthal lumbered away, his trophy bimbo hanging on his arm and cooing compliments with every step. Chase waited until they went around the corner, then sighed in relief.

All around him, life went on as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened—because nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Who cared if Chase Greenwater got his head pounded into casserole? Who cared if he didn’t? That was just how the world worked, and Chase had come to terms with it years ago.

The bell rang, and with his heart still pounding in his chest, he made his way to his first class: American History with Mr. Decker. He sat down at his desk near the center of the room, unzipping his backpack to pull out the sheaf of papers that had been his life for the past month. He doubted that they were going to hear two words from their grouchy, middle aged teacher when he could just tell them to go over their study guides for the next hour and a half, so Chase intended to—

“Good morning, class!”

Chase’s head snapped up in surprise to see a woman striding confidently into the classroom. She had wavy auburn hair that reached down below her shoulders, and was chubby in a way that was surprisingly nice to look at—especially since her clothes were so tight that she looked like she was one wrong move away from exploding out of them.

“Mr. Decker is sick, so I’m going to be your substitute for the day,” she said with a dazzling smile, bending over just the right amount to show off her cleavage while pretending that wasn’t what she was doing.

The inexplicable sexiness of their substitute teacher wasn’t what sent Chase’s heart shooting up into his throat, though. What had shocked him straight down to his core was her voice. He had recognized it—and then when he looked at her, he’d realized that he recognized her too. The moment her face had come into view, something inside his brain had clicked, and memories had fallen into place that he hadn’t even known he’d forgotten.

“My name,” the woman from his dream said, “is Miss Lily.”

And then she looked straight at him and winked.

Chapter Two

What followed was easily the most engaging history class of Chase's life. Just like he'd predicted Mr. Decker would do, Miss Lily didn't say much, letting everyone study for the upcoming finals on their own. And yet, every pair of eyes in the room stayed trained on her for the whole hour and a half class period. Chase would have bet his life that from the moment class started, to when it ended, nobody so much as glanced at the study guides.

They were like cats watching a bird through the window, which was ironic since Miss Lily gave off an aura that left no doubt as to who was the predator here and who was the prey. The boys weren’t even pretending not to have fallen in love the moment she walked into the room, and Chase had a feeling the girls were split down the middle between seething with jealousy and wrestling with some very confusing new emotions.

For her part, Miss Lily was clearly enjoying all the attention, though she always covered it up with an air of innocent obliviousness. She wore a tight blue and white striped button-up shirt that clung to every inch of her skin it touched as if it had been painted on. More than half the buttons were undone just to allow her ample bust to fit, and Chase’s eyes followed the bumps in the fabric her nipples made, hypnotized. They bounced playfully with each step she took, and Chase's breath would catch in his throat every time, wondering if that bounce would be the one that finally caused them to pop free from their tight, restrictive prison.

Judging by the quiet gasps he heard all around the classroom, he wasn't the only one.

She also wore a light blue skirt that reached to the middle of her thighs above a pair of thong sandals that she somehow made look more erotic than high heels. Like her shirt, she was stretching the skirt’s elasticity for every inch she could coax out of it. Her ass cheeks were plainly outlined beneath the fabric, and the way they flexed and jiggled was enough to make any straight man drool.

Every move she made seemed to cause the exquisitely rounded body she was hiding from them to bulge and pop in new and tantalizing ways, and before two minutes had passed, Chase knew he was going to have to make a stop by the restroom before next period to calm his cock down. For once, though, he didn't mind. Miss Lily was…there was no other word for it but perfect. Chase had never been into bigger girls, vastly preferring slim and petite ones—like Krista—but now that this sultry goddess had sashayed into his life, his previous likes and dislikes felt downright childish. He had spent his years craving candy, completely unaware of the rare, juicy steak that was waiting for him.

It was almost unnatural, like the result of one of those supersoldier programs in scifi movies, except instead of creating unstoppable killing machines they had genetically engineered the world’s most beautiful creature. Curves on top of curves, but without even a hint of flab. There was muscle beneath that skin, but at the same time, Chase knew that if he were ever lucky enough to lay a finger on her, he would never touch anything more heavenly soft for the rest of her life. Miss Lily had struck the mythical, eternally coveted balance that made a woman worthy of being called thick. Chubby, but not fat. Toned, but not muscular. Firm and round, but still soft and feminine.

Miss Lily wasn’t just sexy—she was sex.

Too soon, the bell rang and Miss Lily dismissed them to go to their next class. The other students rose to their feet, oddly quiet as they filed out of the room. For the first time that Chase could remember, they actually seemed reluctant to leave history class. There was no mystery as to why, of course, as a chorus of grunts, apologies, and curses rang out from the doorway as people began running into each other in their efforts to keep their eyes on Miss Lily for just a second or two longer.

Chase was a little relieved to see more than a few bulges in the other guys’ pants—not that he was in the habit of looking—but he still waited until the room was mostly empty to get up from his desk. He’d spent so many years desperately hiding his untimely erections that, even the one time nobody would have judged him for it, he couldn’t bring himself to let anyone see it.

He cursed silently that this had to happen during summer. If it had been fall or winter, he’d have been able to tie his jacket around his waist. He’d still have had to rush to the bathroom to get rid of the unwelcome bulge, but at least he’d have been able to walk down the hallway without trying to act natural while he hunched over and held his backpack in front of his crotch.

A horrible thought occurred to him then. What if he wasn’t the only one who needed to relieve himself? What if all the stalls were taken—or worse, there was a line? He could end up being late for his next class, and that was the kind of trouble he absolutely didn’t need two weeks before—

“Chase, would you mind staying after class for a few minutes?” Miss Lily’s honey-sweet voice wafted across the room to caress his ears. How did she manage to put so much raw sexuality into a single sentence?

Chase froze in horror. She had seen it. His treacherous, uncontrollable erection. Despite having spent the last ninety minutes teasing every boy—and some of the girls—in the room, his boner was the one she had noticed. Now she was going to call the principal, or maybe even security, and report him for sexual harassment.

Sweat poured down his brow, and suddenly he’d changed his mind. Let him be late to class. Let him miss the rest of the whole damn week, in fact. A few unexcused absences could be dealt with, but a sex offender registration could not. Already, he could see himself living on the street, disowned by his family out of shame.

This was it. His life was over.

The least he could do was face his doom like a man, he decided. Steeling himself, he turned to face his teacher. To his surprise, Miss Lily was sitting on top of Mr. Decker’s desk at the front of the class, not looking the least bit upset. Her legs were crossed in a way that made her skirt ride up, revealing even more of her silky smooth thighs. He couldn’t stop his eyes from zeroing in on the spot between her legs, hoping against hope that the angle would allow him a fleeting, precious glimpse of her—

Stop it! he yelled at himself, forcing his eyes back up to her face. Don’t dig this hole any deeper than it already is!

“Y- Yes, Miss Lily?” he asked, his voice coming out as an embarrassing squeak.

Standing right in front of her all the way across the room, looking her face to face, there was absolutely no way she couldn’t see the raging boner making a tent in his pants. Chase fought the urge to cringe like a puppy whose owner was brandishing a rolled-up newspaper.

Again to his surprise, she just smiled at him, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

“Would you mind closing the door?” she asked. “Then you can have a seat again.”

Chase looked at her, confused, until she raised an eyebrow and he realized that he’d been standing there with a dumb look on his face for almost ten seconds. He hurried to do as she’d asked, pulling the door closed, latching it with a click, and then making his way back to his desk.

What the hell is going on? he wondered as he sat down, his heart stuck in that uncomfortable spot where it didn’t know if it should be racing or beating normally. If she thought I’d sexually harassed her, then the last thing she’d do is shut the door so we were alone together.

Maybe she wants to fuck, the naively optimistic side of him said, only to be stomped into the dirt where it belonged.

As he sat there shifting uncomfortably in his seat, Miss Lily looked at him appraisingly with the ghost of a smile still on her full, plump lips. “Do you know who I am?”

“I’m sorry!” he blurted out. “I couldn’t help it! I just…”

His voice trailed off, and he looked at her, blinking in confusion.

“You can relax, Chase,” she comforted him, her chest bouncing unapologetically as she burst into laughter. She took a deep breath and calmed herself, cheeks flushed in a way that somehow made her look even more alluring. “You’re not in trouble.”

“I’m…” Chase swallowed hard. “I’m not?”

She smiled. “No, you’re not.”

Chase sat back in his chair, head spinning. He wanted to believe her—God, but did he want to believe her—but his subconscious refused to let it go. That wasn’t how life worked for him. Things didn’t turn out better than he expected, they became worse. He wasn’t sure what Miss Lily was trying to do here, but eighteen years of experience had taught him that the moment he let his guard down would be when she struck.

She cocked her head, then smirked. “More than a little paranoid, aren’t you? I wonder if there’s a way I can make you trust me? Maybe…”

She raised her hands to her shirt where the topmost button sat fastened, just barely containing her beautiful bosom. Her fingers dexterously worked themselves into the gaps between the buttons, and—

Chase’s eyes widened. No. Fucking. Way!

—began to pull. Chase’s breath caught in his throat again as the fabric strained. She applied more and more force to it, until…

Pop!

The thread holding one of the buttons in place snapped, sending it flying across the room where it struck Chase right in the forehead. He didn’t even notice, letting it clatter onto the desk in front of him, his eyes fixed unblinkingly on Miss Lily’s shirt as she continued to pull.

Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop.

With that, her shirt came completely open. Chase briefly wondered how she was going to teach the next class now that she couldn’t button her shirt anymore, but that was almost immediately chased from his mind when Miss Lily shrugged the striped garment off, giggling as it flopped down onto Mr. Decker’s desk behind her. Then she threw her shoulders back and arched her spine, thrusting her naked chest toward Chase.

Chase’s mouth fell open, and he swore his brain must have short circuited, because suddenly the only two words he could think were, “No bra, no bra, no bra!”

Her skin…her body…it was even more perfect than he ever could have imagined. Miss Lily had the skin of a soap model, the kind you caught fleeting—and completely unerotic—glimpses of in the shower while a disembodied voice murmured something about shampoo. She was as smooth and soft as if she had lotion in her DNA. Plump, but still with a perfect hourglass figure. Suddenly, all Chase wanted in the entire world was to run his hand down her shoulder, then her arm, marveling at the practically inhuman degree of…

Breasts.

In an instant, everything else disappeared from his mind as his eyes beheld the first pair of breasts he had ever seen outside of a computer screen. They were even bigger than Vanessa’s—h-cup at the very least—and yet where on anyone else their sheer weight would have left them sagging and drooping, Miss Lily’s seemed to defy gravity. They rose from her chest, as proud and perky as a pair of soldiers standing at attention for their sergeant. Two dark pink nipples jutted from them, already hardening in the cool classroom air.

Perfect. Absolutely perfect in every way. Too perfect. All of this was happening too fast for Chase to take in all at once. The room gave a dizzying spin, and if he hadn’t been sitting down, he would have collapsed like a drunkard on a tilt-a-whirl. And yet he knew that even if he’d fallen over and given himself a concussion, his eyes wouldn’t have left that beautiful pair of mammaries for even a second.

Miss Lily chuckled at his reaction, her shoulders shaking and her breasts bouncing. “I had a feeling that would get your attention. Think you’re ready to talk now?”

It was the last thing he wanted to do, but Chase tore his eyes off of her breasts and looked her in the eye. “Who…Who are you?”

She smiled. “Who do you think I am? Have you ever seen me before in your life?”

Chase opened his mouth, but then stopped himself. Today had already turned out to be the greatest day of his life. So many prayers answered in such a short amount of time. But even now, he wasn’t about to tell this beautiful, half-naked woman that he had seen her in a—

“Maybe in a dream?” she asked, her eyes narrowing slyly. “One from last night?”

Chase gaped at her for an entirely different reason now, his eyes as wide as baseballs.

“A dream,” she continued, teasingly, “with a particularly…happy ending?”

Silence fell over the classroom, the only sound coming from Miss Lily’s feet as she idly swung them back and forth, tapping her heels against the desk. To say that Chase’s brain had kicked into high gear would have been the understatement of the century. A thousand questions careened through his mind, each one being buried by a hundred others before he could even think to ask it.

In the end, he could only bring himself to repeat the same question as before.

“Who are you?”

“Are you sure you want to know?” she asked, her voice soft yet positively echoing with unspoken promises. “No matter what you think is happening, I promise that the truth is bigger. So much bigger.”

Chase hesitated. How the hell was he supposed to respond to that? He didn’t particularly want his worldview to be shattered, but who could possibly say no when she posed the question that way—namely, with her breasts on full display?

And speaking of breasts, he glanced nervously at the clock. It had already been several minutes. The next class was going to come barging in any second now, only to find the school nobody ogling the substitute’s naked tits. How much trouble would that land him in? He got the feeling that normally the teacher would be the one who ended up in deep shit here, but that didn’t mean anything. No matter how things usually worked, the universe would find a way to twist it around so that he was the one at fault.

His worries must have been written all over his face, because she reassured him, “It’s all right, Chase. Nobody’s going to bother us.”

He turned back to her, confused. “How could you possibly know that?”

“Don’t worry about that for now. All I want you to think about is my question: do you really want to know what’s going on?”

Chase looked at her for a few more seconds, then swallowed hard and nodded.

To his surprise, Miss Lily slid smoothly off of Mr. Decker’s desk. Her sandals slapped noisily against the tile floor, and she immediately kicked them off, sending them sliding over to the other side of the room.

“You asked me who I am,” she said, looking him dead in the eye. “But what’s more important than who is what, and what’s more important than me is we.”

Something began to happen. A soft violet light began to radiate from Miss Lily’s exposed skin. It was so faint that Chase might not have noticed if he hadn’t been looking her in the eyes, which suddenly turned from a minty green to a vivid, almost electric purple. He stared at her, eyes widening with trepidation, equal parts afraid and intrigued.

The changes began at her head, when a pair of bumps rose from the skin on Miss Lily’s forehead. They grew larger and longer by the second, turning black and hardening until they became a pair of horns. They were small, only about four inches long, and curled backwards just above the top of her head before tapering to a pair of needle-sharp tips that pointed directly behind her.

Next came her feet. She suddenly seemed to grow a couple inches taller as her soles rose up into the air, leaving only her toes on the floor. Claws extended from her toes, as well as a brand new, almost thumb-like, toe on the back of her foot, giving it the look of something between a paw and a bird’s talon.

“What the fuck?” Chase whispered.

Claws similarly grew from her hands, though they stayed hands rather than becoming…whatever her feet had turned into. She turned around so that her back was to him, and it was a testament to the sheer, unbridled strangeness of the situation that Chase didn’t think even for a second about the breasts that were suddenly hidden from his view.

Instead, his eyes were fixed on the pair of growths that were quickly forming on her back. At first he thought they were a second pair of arms when what looked like elbows and fingers took shape, but then a thin membrane began to grow between the rapidly lengthening digits. A few seconds later, she flared a pair of batlike wings out behind her. They continued to grow until she had a wingspan roughly equal to the reach of her arms. She looked over her shoulder at Chase, and gave them a couple experimental flaps.

Then something began to move beneath her skirt. Chase wouldn’t have thought it possible, but his eyes grew even wider, to the point where by all rights they should have popped out of his skull. The whatever-it-was quickly grew bigger, writhing underneath her skirt as though an animal had crawled up her leg. More and more of the tight blue garment was filled with it by the second, straining its seams to the breaking point, until…

RRRRRIP!

It burst free, and the skirt dropped to the floor around her ankles. A tail had sprouted from the base of her spine, and was still growing longer and thicker even as Chase stared at it. It was pink, smooth, fleshy—as natural an extension to Miss Lily’s body as her arms or her legs. His first impulse was to compare it to a rat’s tail, but he immediately realized what an unforgivable sin that would have been and stamped it down.

He also realized somewhere in the back of his head that she hadn’t been wearing anything underneath the skirt, either.

“And what we are…”

With her clawed hands resting on her plump hips, she proudly turned to present her naked body to him without a hint of shame. Simultaneously familiar and utterly alien, her wings fluttered, her tail lazily swayed from side to side, and the faint purple glow faded from her skin, leaving it the same healthy shade of pink that it had been before.

“…are demons.”

Chapter Three

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Once again, Chase found himself staring at Miss Lily in complete and utter confusion.

The fact that he was doing so much staring was to be expected. But for an eighteen year old virgin locked in a room with the world’s most beautiful woman—who also happened to be fucking naked—it occurred to him that he was staring for all the wrong reasons.

With her hands on her hips, Miss Lily smiled half teasingly, half sympathetically at him. “I told you there was no way you’d see this coming.”

To absolutely nobody’s surprise, she was even more enrapturing out of her clothes than in them. Her skin looked so obscenely soft that it was a struggle for Chase not to reach out and caress it. It didn’t matter what part of her he touched, he instinctively knew that it would be as soft and welcoming as a pillow stolen right out of heaven itself.

Her pussy was shaven, and it swung left and right in a way that Chase had difficulty tearing his eyes from as she swayed her hips, almost as if she were about to start dancing for him. And every time she moved even an inch, her gravity defying breasts would bounce and jiggle, their rock-hard nipples tracing sensuous patterns in the air in front of her.

And that wasn’t even taking into account her…other assets. After giving her wings a couple more flaps, as if she were stretching a limb after going too long without moving it, she had tucked them neatly against her back. Facing him now as she was, they were completely hidden from view—unlike her tail. It emerged from the spot a couple inches above her plump ass, was roughly as thick as his fist, about four feet long, and tapering down to a point at the end. It rested atop Mr. Decker’s desk now, looped lazily over itself and with the tip quietly tapping against the polished wood.

Chase’s cock had never been so hard, but for once in his life he barely even noticed it.

Finally, he swept up enough pieces of his shattered sanity to make his mouth form words again, “W…W…We?”

Miss Lily’s smile turned into a grin. “Congratulations, Chase. You’ve just stumbled onto the whole reason why I’m here.”

“You said we were demons,” he responded, her words passing through his ears without registering in his brain. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

Miss Lily raised an eyebrow as if he’d just asked the most obvious question in the world, and gestured down at herself. “I think that should be more than clear.”

Chase’s eyes trailed over her again—beautiful—then shook his head. “Are…Are you actually trying to tell me that I’m…”

He gestured at her as well.

“…that?”

Miss Lily sighed and sat back down on the desk, wiggling her hips until she’d made herself comfy. She leaned back with her palms planted on the desk behind her, then crossed her legs in a way that made Chase squirm.

“All right, then,” she said with resignation. “Let’s start from the beginning.”

Chase found himself leaning forward in his desk, captivated by the sound of her voice despite all the utter insanity going on around him.

“Let’s get the most important thing out of the way first,” she began. “Like I said, I’m a demon. A succubus, to be exact. And you, Chase Greenwater, are an incubus.”

“But—”

“Just wait,” she said, holding up her hand. “I promise, I’m going to answer all of your questions. You just have to give me a chance.”

Reluctantly, Chase sat back and crossed his arms. She hadn’t even said anything yet after asking him to wait, and it was already nearly impossible to keep his mouth shut. He hoped that the explanation was a short one, because he didn’t think he had it in him to sit still for more than a few minutes—especially since his cock was stretching the crotch of his pants to the point that if it swelled even a centimeter more, it was going to tear a hole straight through them.

Luckily, Miss Lily didn’t leave him in suspense for long.

“The lifecycle of a demon is…interesting, to say the least,” she went on. “Especially ones like us. I’m sure you know what a succubus is, and what they’re famous for.”

Sex sex sex sex sex sex, Chase’s fevered brain babbled.

“We were created to enjoy the physical, carnal pleasures of the world, and to share that enjoyment with the world in turn,” she confirmed. “For humans, sex is a means of reproduction. For us, it is purely for pleasure. Because of that, succubi can’t get pregnant.”

Miss Lily shifted, one of her hands absentmindedly going to her breast, where she started gently teasing the nipple. Chase’s eyes widened and his heart shot up into his throat. She was doing it so casually, as if it were so completely normal that she didn’t even have to think about it.

“It’s up to the males of our species, the incubi, to keep us from going extinct. The incubi,” she paused, her eyes flicking toward him, “and humans.”

Mom, Chase thought reflexively.

“I’ll just come straight out and say it: your father was an incubus. Your mother had no idea he wasn’t human when they mated. You can probably imagine why going around looking like this,” she gestured at herself again, “isn’t a good idea, so we use our shapeshifting magic—”

“Magic?” Chase asked before he could stop himself.

Miss Lily smirked, raising the tip of her tail to give him a cheeky little wave. “You thought I did this to myself with science?”

Chase’s face promptly turned red. “No, I guess not, but still…magic?”

Miss Lily raised her hand, and the purple light from before began to shine from it again. She flicked her fingers lazily toward the whiteboard, and the light spread to one of the markers. It floated into the air, uncapped itself, and then proceeded to draw a heart on the board in red ink.

“Magic,” Miss Lily said as the marker wrote Chase inside the heart. The light vanished from her hand, and the marker promptly fell to the floor.

Chase hesitated, looking from the marker to the picture it had drawn, and then nodded. “Okay, yeah. Magic.”

Miss Lily smiled. “Don’t worry. Pretty soon, this will all seem as natural as the sun rising and setting.”

I’ll take your word for it, he thought.

“So, where was I? Right, your father shapeshifted into a human, mated with your mother, and she gave birth to you. Right now, for all intents and purposes, you’re human too. That’s why you look so…boring. It’s also why your father sent me.”

Despite his promise not to interrupt, Chase sat upright as if he’d been struck by lightning. “You know my father?”

That elicited a grin from the succubus. “Oh, I did a lot more than know him. But we’ll get to that later.”

If there was anything on earth that could have wrenched Chase’s mind away from the ungodly degree of horniness he was feeling right then, it was the mention of his father. He had never met the man…incubus, whatever…and his mother had never had much to say on the matter. She’d never stated it outright, but Chase had gotten the impression that he was the product of a one night stand ever since he’d learned what a one night stand was.

What had never made sense, though, were his siblings. According to Stella, they all shared the same father, which meant that if Chase was right, it had actually been a three night stand spread out across six years. Seeing as how society frowned on interrogating your mother about her sexual exploits, though, he’d long since come to terms with the fact that he would never know for sure.

“What about my brother and sisters?” he asked before she could continue. “If I’m a succubus—”

“Incubus,” she corrected him, just like the teacher she’d been pretending to be. “Males are incubi, females are succubi.”

“Fine, that,” he said, waving dismissively. “But if my dad’s an incubus, and so am I, then they are too, right?”

To his surprise, Miss Lily shook her head. “It’s…a little more complicated than that. First off, an incubus and a human woman can only give birth to other incubi. Succubi come from somewhere else. So no, your sisters are as human as your mother.”

“Jordan, then?”

“Jordan?” For some reason, that seemed to catch her attention. “Is that your brother’s name?”

Chase frowned. “Yeah. Why?”

She just shook her head again. “No reason. Back on topic: like I said, right now you’re essentially human, but that doesn’t mean you are human. That also doesn’t mean your brother is an incubus. He’s one hundred percent human.”

To Chase’s surprise, that sent an unexpected warmth spreading through his chest. For the first time in his life that he could remember, he’d found something that made him special. Something positive. Something that was all his, and that he didn’t have to share with his brother or sisters.

“Ahhn!” Miss Lily gasped softly, yanking Chase out of his thoughts. She was playing with her nipple again, gently pinching the little nub of flesh between her claws and tugging on it, eyes trained on him the entire time.

“What are you doing?” he asked tentatively.

“Just getting ready,” she said.

“Ready for what?”

She smiled, her cheeks a touch redder than they had been before. “The reason you're an incubus and not your brother is because that's what your father wanted. He sensed something in you, even back when you had just been conceived, that told him that you were the one he wanted to carry on the demonic side of your bloodline. He chose you to be his heir, and so you were.”

Chase's heart felt like it was doing flips inside his chest. This was all still practically impossible to believe, but the fact that Miss Lily had transformed into a monster—albeit a stunningly pretty one—right before his eyes did a lot to quiet the skeptical side of his brain.

And if it was true, then he…

He paused.

“So, what does this all mean?” he asked. “If I'm a demon, then do I have to go live in hell or something? Are crosses going to start burning me?”

Miss Lily burst out laughing again, a sound that he was starting to enjoy more each time he heard it, even if he was the one being laughing at. The way it made her boobs bounce helped chase away what little embarrassment there was, too.

“Nothing like that,” she told him. “In fact, you might be surprised by just how little things are going to change.”

Chase frowned.

“Don't get me wrong, you’ll still be living in the real world,” she said with a shrug. “So there’ll be bills, rent, jobs, and all that other stuff to deal with. But it’s not like those things would go away if you weren’t a demon, and the good stuff vastly outweighs it.”

“What kind of good stuff?”

“Well, demons are immortal, for one.” She paused, then grinned. “Guess how old I am.”

“I'm pretty sure that's one of those questions that'll get me killed no matter how I answer.”

She smirked, then laid down on her back. Rolling over onto her stomach, Miss Lily used her tail to rotate herself on Mr. Decker’s desk until she was facing him again, then propped her chin up on the backs of her hands.

“Go ahead,” she said, her voice low and sultry. “I won't bite…yet.”

It took a few seconds for what she'd said to register in his brain. His brain had momentarily been rendered inoperative by how incredible her ass looked in that position, like two perfectly rounded hills above a plain of exquisite curves.

Miss Lily cleared her throat, then smiled at his reaction. God damn was he already falling in love with her? And if he wasn’t, then why the hell not?

“Um,” he thought for a second, “a thousand?”

She laughed good naturedly. “Wow, you didn't even try to spare my feelings there, did you?”

Chase couldn't help but grin back. “How far off was I?”

“Cut that in half and you'd be in the right ballpark. I'm five hundred twenty seven.”

“That works out, then,” Chase said with a nod. “I was about to say you didn't look a day over two hundred.”

Miss Lily gave him a look of mock surprise, pressing her fingers against her collarbone. “Oh, my! I had no idea you were such a charmer, Mr. Greenwater!”

Chase chuckled, but then blinked. That line had…actually been kind of smooth, hadn't it? Had it really come out of his mouth? It hadn’t exactly been a panty dropper—a real pickup artist would probably call it a panty drier—but for someone like him, flirting was a success if it didn't end with him being slapped or laughed out of the room.

“Things are going to start changing today, Chase,” Miss Lily said, reading his expression. “A lot of things.”

“Like what?” he asked eagerly. “Will I be able to do magic like you?”

The succubus grinned. “That's a perfect transition if I've ever heard one. So, here's what you need to know about succubi and incubi: incubi are givers, and succubi are takers.”

Not the most flattering way she could have described herself, Chase thought.

“A succubus’ power is determined by the power of their incubus. The more the incubus gives them, the stronger they become.”

“And where does the incubus get his power?”

“From his succubus—or even better, his succubi. When an incubus takes a succubus wife, their souls become bonded. The incubus draws power from that connection, and then passes that power on to his wife. It's the perfect symbiotic exchange: I give you power, and then you give me power. And the more succubi you have giving you power, the more power you'll have to give to me—and all the others, too.”

Chase looked down at his desk in thought. The way she described things, it almost sounded too good to…no, it was too good to be true. No doubt about it, especially for a loser like him. It was like giving your bank account number to a foreign prince, and actually receiving a billion dollar deposit. Things like that just didn't happen, and they definitely didn’t happen to him.

But after everything he'd seen and heard over the past…he glanced at the clock, and was only mildly surprised to see that it hadn't moved an inch since the bell rang…what choice did he have but to believe it? And that meant that…

Suddenly, something clicked inside his head, and he slowly raised his eyes to look at Miss Lily again.

“Wait,” he said. Her eyes lit up, as if she knew he’d just put two and two together. “You said you and me. The power you would give to me, and that I would give to you. Are you saying…”

His voice trailed off, and Miss Lily's grin grew even more predatory.

“Your father sent me here for two reasons,” she said, rolling onto her back and sitting up straight again. She leaned forward, excitement burning in her eyes. “The first was to awaken you as an incubus. And the second…

Chase swore his heart was about to stop.

“…was to bond with you as your first wife.”

The revelation came like a punch to the face. Chase sat back in his chair, sinking down into it like he wanted to disappear beneath the little desk.

He wasn't upset. In fact, he'd had a growing suspicion this was exactly where things were going for a while now. But now that it was all out in the open, the full weight of what was happening finally pressed down on him.

I'm going to get married.

I'm not human!

I'm going to get married.

A demon! I'm a fucking demon!

A demon who's going to get married.

I'll be immortal.

Married!

I'll be able to do magic.

Married!

This is everything I never knew I wanted…

And also marriage.

He looked up at the beautiful woman again, his head still spinning. “Wh- What exactly does that mean?”

Miss Lily giggled at his reaction. “Don't tell me you're scared of commitment.”

Chase didn't smile back this time, and she sighed dramatically.

“Only good things, I promise,” she reassured him. “It'll take you a while to learn the ropes when it comes to being an incubus, but I'll be there with you every step of the way. And besides, it's not like you're going to be tied down.”

Chase frowned. “Tied down?”

“I told you, succubi and incubi were created to spread the pleasures of sex with the world. We couldn't really do that if we were monogamous, could we?” She grinned at him. “Humanity's rules don't apply to us. You're about to become the perfect lover in every way. You'll meet every possible requirement any woman could possibly have without even trying. They will all want to fuck you, Chase Greenwater. Every single one of them.”

She leaned forward like she wanted to whisper a secret to him, and Chase did the same even though they were halfway across the room from each other.

“And I'm going to expect you to,” she said, her eyes glinting wickedly. “Every. Single. One.”

Oh my God, Chase thought, gaping at her like a fish that had been yanked out of the water. That's it. I died on my way to school, and this is heaven.

Kinda weird that heaven wants to turn me into a demon and fuck every woman on the planet, but I'll fucking take it.

“We'll start with humans,” she said. “They're easier, and there's no commitment. But before long we're going to start building you a harem of succubi. Can you imagine that, Chase? A whole bunch of sex demons just like me at your beck and call?”

Oh, yes. He could imagine. Everything about it screamed that it was too good to be true, but he could imagine it.

“What do we do?” he asked, his voice hoarse.

Miss Lily raised a finger. “First, you have to agree. It might sound insane, but some people don't want a life like this. So you'll have to—”

“I AGREE!”

She gave him a wicked grin, obviously not the least bit surprised. And why would she be? She'd said it herself—anyone who said no to this was certifiably insane.

“I thought you would,” she said with a hint of smugness. “Then the next thing we need to do is awaken your incubus side and get you out of that boring body.”

He nodded like a bobblehead. “Okay, okay, and how do we do that?”

“Exactly the way you'd think a succubus and an incubus would do it!”

Miss Lily leaned back on the desk again, making sure every inch of her body was exposed for him to appreciate. Then she spread her legs, and Chase sucked in a breath as her womanhood blossomed right before him, wet, twitching, and ready. She raised a hand and beckoned to him with one finger.

“Come here, lover. And take those clothes off while you do.”

Chapter Four

Moving like he was in a dream—and still not fully convinced that he wasn't—Chase rose from his desk. Miss Lily smiled encouragingly, though she couldn't hide the greed that was burning in her eyes. To his complete and utter disbelief, she actually wanted this, wanted him, just as badly as he wanted her.

She continued to beckon with her finger. Beneath that, though, Chase almost swore he could hear her…everything…calling to him. It was like every cell in her body was reaching out, pulling him in, begging to touch him and be touched in return.

Almost without realizing it, he pulled his shirt off and discarded it on the floor. His shoes and socks went next, and the cold, hard surface of the tile floor sent a small shock up through the soles of his feet. It was real. Nothing in a dream could feel that solid. And if that was real, then that meant everything else was real too.

Including Miss Lily.

Her eyes roamed over his bare chest. She didn't say anything, but neither did she show any outward signs of disgust. Chase wasn't vain, but he also wasn't stupid. He knew there was nothing overtly wrong with his body, but there was absolutely nothing there to catch a woman’s interest, either—especially not a drop dead beauty like Miss Lily. The best he could hope for was what she had just given him: quiet acceptance, neither satisfied nor repulsed.

Chase’s hands went to his belt, unbuckling it, and then…

He paused, unable to keep going. Miss Lily cocked her head at his hesitation, but still didn't say anything.

Don't be an idiot! he snapped at himself. Look at her! You should be past things like this!

Miss Lily sat before him, naked and completely unashamed, openly asking to share his first ever intimate moment with him. Her mind was clearly made up about this. She wasn’t going to stand up, get dressed, and leave just because he took off his pants to reveal the erection that was practically visible from orbit already.

No matter what he told himself, though, he couldn't make himself remove his pants. Since the day he had hit puberty, his own dick had been his worst enemy. His life had practically revolved around keeping himself from becoming aroused, and desperately hiding his treacherous member when that failed. Now this supernaturally gorgeous woman not only wanted to see it, but for him to use it as well?

He trusted her. Maybe that was naive since he had met her less than an hour ago, but he did. That still wasn't enough to make him forget the instincts that had controlled his life from the moment he'd discovered that he liked girls to this very second.

He looked at the succubus, silently hoping she would sense that something was wrong and come pull his pants down for him like they did in pornos. Then while she was down there, maybe she could—

“Growing up was hell for you, wasn't it?” she asked instead.

Chase's face turned scarlet with embarrassment, and he looked away without answering.

“I'm not surprised. Your soul knows what it is, even if your body doesn’t.” She gave him a real, sympathetic smile. “You know that your purpose is to seek out pleasure, but you’ve been held back by the limitations of human society.”

He winced. “Is that something every incubus has to deal with?”

“Not all of them, but enough that it’s a known issue.” She shook her head. “I wish there was something we could do to help, but because of what we are…and how strictly humans believe in the age of consent…”

Chase's heart sank into his stomach.

Her expression became a mixture of steely resolve and fiery encouragement. “But I believe in you, Chase! Consider this a test to see if you're worthy of inheriting your father's power. Incubi and succubi have absolutely no reason to be ashamed of their bodies, so the first step toward accepting who you are is to take your pants off and show me that delicious cock you’ve been hiding from me!”

Chase's insides were still skipping rope with themselves, but he forced himself to look at Miss Lily—all of her, from her horns, to the auburn hair framing her beautiful face, to the impossibly large and perky breasts above a soft and plump belly. The way her hips flared out, thick without being fat, to encircle her pink, hairless pussy above two long, toned, but still round and soft legs. Even the way her wings periodically shifted on her back, while her tail swept back and forth across Mr. Decker’s desk, like a cat that had spotted a mouse, made his heart beat double time.

That was what she was promising him. That and so much more, if she were to be believed. Was it possible that all succubi were just as beautiful as her? More importantly, was he really going to let a chance like that—a chance so rare that “once in a lifetime” didn't even begin to describe it—slip through his fingers because he was acting like a little shy bitch?

He couldn't stop his hands from shaking, but after a few fumbling attempts, he managed to undo his pants. Without giving himself any more time to think, he hooked his thumbs in the waistband and pushed them and his boxers down at the same time. His cock sprang free, all six and a half inches of it bobbing up and down in front of him like some kind of perverted bobblehead. He cringed, mentally preparing himself for the other shoe to finally drop, and for Miss Lily to…

She smiled at him. “Well done, Chase. Now come here so I can give you your reward.”

She beckoned him again, and a shiver went down Chase's spine. This was finally it. The one thing he had spent every day for the past six years desperately yearning for. And it was going to happen with someone so far out of his league, he wouldn’t have even dared to fantasize about her before today.

He walked across the room to where she was waiting for him, his bare feet slapping against the floor. She extended her arms as he drew near, and he jumped as if she’d shocked him when she touched him for the first time.

She draped her arms around his shoulders and pulled him close, her legs on either side of his hips. He was so aware of every part of her that was touching him, his bare skin brushing erotically against hers, that it was almost painful. She was warm. So warm that he’d been able to feel it radiating off of her before they'd even made contact. It reminded him of sitting in front of a gigantic fireplace on a cold winter's night, its welcoming coziness belying the power contained within that wouldn’t hesitate to devour him and everything else in a heartbeat if it ever broke free.

But more than that, she was soft. He had known she would be from the moment he'd laid eyes on her, but actually feeling it was a different experience altogether. How could he have ever thought that slim and slender women were better than this? All it took was a little meat on her bones, and she became a living, breathing, lusting pillow. There wasn't a single inch of her perfect body that he didn't want pressed against him. Her arms on his shoulders, her thighs on his hips, her face less than a foot away from his, her tummy lightly brushing against his cock…

He couldn’t take it!

That gentle, almost imperceptible touch of her navel pushed him over the edge with a wordless cry of rapture, sending his lust, his anxiety, his excitement, and all the other emotions he’d been struggling to control erupting out of him in a great, white tidal wave. He came harder than he ever had in his life, harder than he'd even thought possible, spurting rope after rope of sticky white semen onto Miss Lily's stomach, chest, and even her face.

When it finally ended, he sagged forward and would have collapsed entirely if Miss Lily hadn't been there to catch him. Luckily—and surprisingly—she was able to support him as if he only weighed as much as a doll, and he gasped for breath as he hung there in her arms.

They were pressed even closer together than before, but he barely noticed under the wave of relief that rolled over his entire body. How long had that erection been fighting for escape, only to grow bigger and more restricted with every minute that Miss Lily teased him? Hours? Days? Between his discomfort, his fears, and all the world shattering revelations that had been dropped on him one after another, he was lucky he hadn't passed out.

Eventually, though, he became aware of a familiar wet, sticky feeling, and realized with horror that not only had he just sprayed cum all over his teacher like a pent up firehose, now he was actively smearing it even further across them both with his own body.

He jerked backwards with a gasp. “I- I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to—”

“Don’t be ashamed,” Miss Lily said, pressing a comforting finger to his lips. She hadn't even wiped his cum off her face, and now it was oozing down her cheeks and chin to drip onto her breasts before sliding over her nipples and down her cleavage. “We were put here to experience every pleasure the world has to offer, and there is no greater pleasure than an orgasm. It is the cornerstone of everything we believe, and everything we are. I helped you to experience the ultimate pleasure, and your body thanked me with your seed. It is beautiful, and you should never apologize for it.”

Chase could only stare at her in amazement. This simply could not be real. No woman existed who was this completely and utterly perfect in every conceivable way.

“Besides,” she added with a devilish grin, “if anything, I should be flattered that you came when I had barely touched you.”

Putting her hands on his shoulders again, she leaned forward until her face was an inch away from his bare chest. Then, to Chase’s surprise, she inhaled deeply through her nose.

“Ooooh,” she moaned, her eyes going wide. “It’s even stronger than in your dreams!”

“What’s stronger?” Chase asked.

“You haven’t been awakened yet,” she said, speaking as if she were in a trance. “You’re still practically a human. But your seed, it…it’s…”

Sticking out her tongue, she dragged it up his chest, greedily lapping up his cum. It was so sudden and unexpected that Chase nearly stepped backwards out of her reach, and only the brief flash of erotic pleasure that it brought kept him rooted to the floor.

“Ahh…Ahhhh!” she gasped, shivering in pleasure as it slid down her throat. “The powerrrrr!”

She ran both hands over his belly, scooping the rest of his seed into her palms, which she greedily licked up as well. Then she proceeded to do the same to her face, then her own stomach, whimpering softly every time more of his seed touched her tongue.

“What power?” Chase asked, only to be completely ignored.

“Nnnn…nnngh!” she groaned, sticking each of her fingers into her mouth one at a time to lick them clean. “Aaahhhhn!”

Her hips were writhing like they had an itch she couldn’t scratch. Looking between her legs, Chase’s breath caught in his throat when he saw the lips of her pussy convulsing, like it was looking for something to squeeze. A small puddle of clear liquid was pooling between her thighs, which she was busy smearing across the desk with her wildly bucking hips.

With no more cum on her belly, Miss Lily put her hands beneath her breasts and pushed them up toward her face, where she frantically began to slurp up the last few drops of it. Chase jumped a little in surprise when her tongue grew right before his eyes, stretching until it was long enough to encircle her entire gigantic mammary. Still moaning and gasping, she cleaned it until the whole thing glistened wetly in the fluorescent lights, then moved to the other.

Chase’s cock had been hardening again at record speed, even for him, but seeing Miss Lily go to town on her own breasts sped the process up even further. He was at full mast within seconds, harder than ever, and desperately to find out how that tongue would feel wrapped around it. Should he ask her to give him a blowjob? He got the feeling there wasn’t much she wasn’t willing to do. He had just glazed her like a donut, after all, and that had only seemed to turn her on even more.

Still, having to ask felt wrong. That wasn’t how sex was supposed to work. You and your partner were supposed to be so in sync that both of you knew what the other needed without ever having to say a—

Her tongue retracted into her mouth like a tape measure, and before Chase knew what was happening, she had grabbed him in another hug. She fell backwards onto the desk, pulling him down with her, and suddenly Chase found himself lying on top of the softest and most beautiful woman on earth.

“No more questions,” she snapped before he could say anything. “You need to fuck me, Chase, and you need to do it right now!”

She shifted her hips underneath him, and Chase jumped when he felt his erection brush against something even warmer than the rest of her—and very, very wet. He was, he realized, pressed against Miss Lily's most sacred, precious spot. Instincts he hadn’t known he had told him that the head of his cock was positioned right at her entrance, and all he had to do was push forward to forever make his virginity a thing of the past.

“Mmm, do it, Chase!” Miss Lily begged him, writhing underneath him with need. “Take me!”

There was nothing in the world he wanted to do more—and so he did. For the first time in his life, he acted without hesitation and claimed what he wanted, thrusting his hips forward and sliding into Miss Lily’s wet, steaming pussy.

A gasp tore itself from his throat. He’d thought the rest of Miss Lily was soft, but it was nothing compared to what had been waiting for him in here.

“Aaahhhhn,” she moaned as he slipped further and further in. “Keep going, Chase. I want all of it!”

Too soon, his pelvis met hers, signalling that he was completely sheathed inside her sex. For a minute, he stopped, simply letting the incredible new sensations wash over him. The fleshy walls surrounding his cock squeezed and pulled at him, as if hoping there was even more of him to fill itself with. It was so much better than his hand could ever be that he immediately knew masturbating would never be enough to satisfy him again.

And I’ll never need it, he thought, looking down at the succubus who had promised to spend eternity with him.

“Yesssss!” Miss Lily hissed, hugging him tighter and mashing their bodies together. Chase could feel her nipples digging into his chest from below, her breasts rising and falling as she breathed. “Oh, Chase…Ohhh, Chaaaase.”

Her face was radiant, cheeks flushed with passion and eyes sparkling as they looked up into his. Chase found himself staring at her yet again, marveling at the mere fact that she was here…and so was he…so beautiful…

Before he knew what he was doing, he leaned down and kissed her. Miss Lily returned it with vigor, her hand cupping the back of his head to pull him into it. Her lips were…he couldn’t even think of a word to describe them. Chase had never so much as kissed a girl before, and while he’d certainly wanted to, their lips had always seemed like the least interesting part of them to put his mouth on.

Now he understood how stupid that had been. A kiss wasn’t just two pairs of lips being smashed together. Your mouth was the gateway to the rest of your body, and by granting your partner access, you were able to touch each other in ways that were different from sex, but no less intimate.

Miss Lily’s tongue pushed its way into his mouth, and Chase greeted it with his own. They slid across each other, entwining and sliding free only to throw themselves back into the fray again and again. It was a wrestling match that neither of them were trying to win, a dance as old and primal as love itself.

Finally, Miss Lily pulled away, a strand of spit still connecting their mouths, and looked Chase in the eye. Her pussy was still gripping his cock, desperately milking it for the seed that had driven her mad with lust only minutes ago.

“Miss Lily,” he gasped, struggling to think through the haze of pleasure and emotion that surrounded it, “I think…I think I love you!”

Miss Lily froze, looking up at him with a frown that caused all the wonderful feelings burning inside him to begin leaking out like air from a punctured balloon. That had clearly been the wrong thing to say. Why that had offended her, he didn’t know. He’d have thought that if there was ever an opportune time to tell a woman you loved her, it would be while you were busy fucking each other’s brains out—especially when that woman was your future wife!

But somehow, like the absolute dunce he was, he had ruined everything with one stupid—

“What did you call me?” she asked, confused.

He blinked, surprised. “M- Miss Lily.”

“Why?”

“Because that’s…what you told me to call you?”

She burst out laughing, and Chase stared down at her in utter bewilderment. She was laughing. That was good, right? Even though she was laughing at him, that was better than her being pissed off at him…

Right?

“Chase, you know that was just an act, right?” she asked, still giggling. “I was pretending to be your teacher so I could get close to you.”

“I- I know, but you never told me to call you anything else.”

“That’s…” She huffed and smirked at him. “You’re adorable, you know that?”

He looked away, his face turning red.

“I’m going to be your wife, Chase. You are currently lying on top of me, balls deep in my sopping wet vagina. Why would you ever think you still needed permission to call me by my name?”

“I don’t know,” he admitted, mentally kicking himself over and over for his stupidity. Was it any surprise that a girl had never so much as laid a finger on him when the world’s most perfect woman had offered herself to him on a silver platter, and he still seemed determined to fumble it?

Chuckling, she raised a hand and cupped his cheek. “Fine. If you really want to hear me say it…call me Lily, okay?”

“All right,” he agreed, then smiled at her, “Lily.”

“And now that we’ve gotten that out of the way,” she said, her smile turning predatory again, “it’s been ten minutes since I’ve felt your seed somewhere on me, and that’s eleven minutes too long. Fuck me, Chase, and don’t you dare stop until you’ve shot your load as deep into my pussy as you possibly can!”

Chase swallowed, her dirty talk making his heart do a backflip. He hadn’t thought it was possible, but his cock grew even harder, making it feel like he was turning to stone inside her hot, wet depths. Looking deep into the succubus’ eyes, he rocked his hips back, pulling himself halfway out of her, and then thrust back in again.

“Ooh, Chase!” Lily moaned, throwing her head back as pleasure coursed through her—pleasure that he had given her.

He thrust into her again, and again, and again. He went slowly at first, letting himself grow used to the feeling of his most sensitive member sliding in and out of her slick, tight canal, but soon he couldn’t stop himself from speeding up, falling into a rhythm that was kept in time by the slap of his balls against her firm, round ass.

It was incredible. Not only was Lily’s pussy massaging his dick in ways he never could have imagined, but as the pleasure built, it began to spread through the rest of him too. Soon, his entire body felt as though it was glowing, fire and electricity coursing through his veins.

“Hahhh…Hahhh…” Lily gasped every time his cock slid into her again. “It’s so good, Chase! So—oh, fuck!—good! I’m almost—oohhh!—there. Take me the rest of the waayyyyy!”

He was doing it. Not just having sex, but actively bringing his lover to orgasm. For the first time in his life, Chase actually felt proud of himself.

He also felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge.

“I’m gonna cum again!” he grunted, the overwhelming pleasure making it hard to form words. “Lily, I…”

“Do it!” she yelled, eyes closed as her own senses were flooded. “Do it, do it, fucking give it to me, Cha…CHAAAAAASE!”

Suddenly, her pussy began to grip him even harder than before. Chase gasped at the intensity of it, right on the verge of being painful and so tight that it actually became hard to pull out. Instead, he thrust into her one last time as deep as he could, pressed his mouth against hers for a heated, passionate kiss, and let himself go.

His cock throbbed inside her sex, pumping spurt after spurt of his hot, salty cum into her.

“Hah…Hah…” she gasped for breath, eyes closed—but the moment she felt his seed splash against her inner walls, they shot back open again. “HaaAAAAAHHHN, CHAAAAAASE!”

She arched her back, actually managing to lift Chase up off the desk in the process. Her pussy began squeezing him again, doing its best to crush his cock even as he poured more and more of himself into her waiting, eager depths.

It was so intense that Chase's vision started to turn dark, and he was forced to use Lily's collarbone as a pillow and focus on taking deep, measured breaths before he passed out.

While Chase's cock gave one last halfhearted spurt before going temporarily limp, Lily's orgasm lasted much longer, squeezing him for every drop he could give her for almost another minute. The whole time, she was stroking her hands through his hair, murmuring his name over and over again.

Finally, though, she let out a long, happy sigh of satisfaction and seemed to deflate underneath him as her entire body relaxed.