Waking the Succubus Pt I {Edited}
I never wanted to be a hero, never wanted the responsibility. I just want to live a normal life. Complete with its ups and downs, memories both pleasant and abhorrent; a life just like any others would experience. I'm not what you call normal. Years ago I was gifted and cursed with the ability to summon Soul-Fire, the counterpart to Hellfire. Ever since then I've been forced into a cosmic game of worlds I hardly knew existed, filling a role I felt wasn't mine to bear. I thought about this while slouching in a chair next to a waiting room in a department store, far too fancy for my salary. My work partner, Annabelle, was inside trying on a variety of clothes she decided must supply her wardrobe. How did I get dragged along to this? How did I fall into this stereotypical trap of a man waiting on a woman while she is trying on clothes?
I lift my butt off the chair and slip my paw into my back pocket to pull out my cell phone. Resuming my slouching I woke up the sleepy device and swipe my thumb-pad around in a pattern to unlock it, the bright glow reflecting off my light gray fur and silver eyes (Yeah, silver, the mark of one who has Soul-fire has their irises turned silver. My optometrist thought I went blind for a while).
"Nethy~" coos a voice within the sealed room behind me. Annabelle's voice always reminded me of mead; rich, honeyed, and always able to lower you inhibitions. Which made sense; she is a "reformed" Succubus (that's a story entirely worthy of its own novel). "Could you come in here and help me? I can't zip up this dress."
"Are you going to try and seduce me, again?"
"You're no fun, you know that? Now, come in here and zip me up." Her voice took on a commanding tone and I reluctantly put my phone away to stand up and dust off my backside. Glancing around to make sure I wouldn't get in trouble (Most department stores are a little touchy about guys entering women's dressing rooms) I pull open the wooden door and step inside as nonchalantly as I could before closing the door behind me.
The door led to a single room, roughly ten feet wide and twelve long, multiple mirrors surrounding a podium that elevates the user nearly half a foot off the ground at the end. Annabelle stood barefoot in the center of the podium; her dark indigo-blue/black fur was sleek and well kept. Very faintly I could see the light neon blue stripes that covered her body. I had to remember when she becomes aroused, those stripes begin to glow. The brighter the glow, the more aroused she is...serves as a great warning when she tries to have her way with me. No glowing stripes, no attempt at being seduced. Granted, don't get me wrong, Annabelle is a complete knockout. She's taller than most women, five feet ten inches. 130 pounds at the max, mostly muscle and the rest is pure seduction. Generous curves that have turned men's heads around so quick I thought their necks snap, and she has definitely caught the eyes of other women too. Her hair helps with that, being a bright neon blue. It comes natural to her, no dye or anything. Her tail was lying low and like the rest of her body, well kept, trimmed, and vary faintly I could see the stripes branching out across the sides.
It's strange really, I thought while approaching the podium with paws in my pockets. How the hell do I manage to keep my libido in check with her around? There have been a few times where I keep my lower half hidden under my desk after Annabelle enters my office at work (Not fair, she gets glowing stripes which most people think is cute and pretty, I get stuck behind my desk thinking of prime numbers and micro-economics trying to control myself). Drawing my thoughts back to the situation at hand, I stand off to the side of the podium, paws in my slacks pockets as I look at Annabelle's reflection in the mirror. She has a smirk on her face, her eyes matching the same intense neon blue her hair is colored. "Whatcha' think sugar? Think this will grab someones attention?"
She is wearing a very elegant purple satin dress. In the light it looks soft and inviting to touch while fitting her body exceptionally well. Even with her succubus powers reduced (restrained is a better description) my eyes still gravitate up and down her body in the mirror and I felt a stirring in my body; a primal hunger beginning to growl to be sated. I watched my admiring gaze turn into a dour glower (heh, I can rhyme).
"Intense in a sexually charged fashion; seems a bit snug don't you think?"
Annabelle huffs and runs her paws down the side of her body until they stop to rest on her hips. "It's not supposed to be a sundress, Fluffy," (I had no idea where she got my nickname from, she was adamant about calling me Fluffy though.) "Besides, it's a black tie event, I want to look bedazzling."
"Well, you'll definitely bedazzle parts of people."
I duck in time to avoid her swatting paw. "You need to get laid Fluffy or else you're going to forget what part of your body is going to be bedazzled. Let alone know what to do with a woman in bed."
"What? I'm not supposed to hear her nag and talk about why the kitchen is always a mess?"
"Tch, chauvinistic pig."
I give her a grin that suits our daily banter and got to work, stepping behind her and examining what I had to work with. With her entire back exposed, it occurrs to me that she isn't wearing a bra, it's also chilly in here. I peek around her and look in the mirror, confirming that the dress is well padded. Pulling my head back and focusing, I reach for the small strap meant to stretch across the base of her tail and keep it out of the zippers path.
"Were you just looking at my tits?"
Damn, she saw where my gaze was aimed.
"Yep," I reply, a note of pride in my voice I hadn't meant to be there.
"So you are warm-blooded after all."
"Actually I'm a robot, supposed to help a family lost in outer space, but they left me behind in favor of the popcorn maker."
"What?"
"Nevermind." I fumble with the zipper after buttoning the strap. Trying to get it pass its initial starting point. I jerk on it, feeling it inch upwards until it refuses to progress further.
"Neth, what in the good lord's name are you-erp!"
Annabelle started to turn around until she felt my hand on top of her butt. Normally not my first choice to use to brace myself but, damn, what is with these freaking zippers? I could only imagine what might happen if another customer, or worse, a store attendant came into the room to see this. I honestly think I'd die from embarrassment, or get banned from the store...after paying for Annabelle's clothes.
I grip Annabelle's rear firmly, making the skunk squirm on the podium. "Damnit, 'Belle, would you kindly stay still?"
"I would if you weren't groping my ass."
"Well seeing as you can't bend over so I can use your back instead this is the best I could think of."
As right as rain, Annabelle proves me wrong. Bending neatly over at her waist, supporting herself by placing her paws upon her slightly bent knees, she offers her back to me while keeping it as straight as possible with a slight arch in it. She looks back over her shoulder towards me, a gleam in her eyes when she usually proves herself right. "You were saying?"
I looked up into the mirror, Annabelle bending forward...well, let me point out a couple of things. One, I have a perfect view of Annabelle's cleavage, and it looks awesome. (Dammit, this is not the appropriate time for my emotions and feelings to get revved up). Two, because Annabelle is bent forward, her rear was at the perfect level to meet my hips. True she is on the podium and she is rather tall, it somehow fit perfectly... of course she had nothing to do with that I'm sure.
Annabelle knew what must of been going through my mind, as she gave a soft, sultry, chuckle. "Oh Fluffy~ I can see that your little hamster is struggling to make a decision of what to do in this...hmm," She presses her rear back against me, her tail curling around my body, it feels soft and warm. Her rear meets my hips and, I kid you not, it feels like my body just got jolted by a current of electricity. Only it affected one part of me in particular. I breathe deeply, that primal hunger making itself more aware as the seconds pass.
"Come on Nethy, just once. I'm on the pill, eager, consenting, and damn if I don't appeal to you in some form or fashion."
I really considered it. Annabelle teases me further by wiggling her hips, jostling my pants and the raging physical outcry for my desire to be sated. How long had it been since I last had sex? I lifted my paw and slid it up Annabelle's back and back down, bringing the zipper back down with me until it nestled back to where I first pulled it upwards from. The fact that I had to think about when I last slept with a woman was daunting, maybe I really did need this.
"That's right boy, take your time and get a good feel for me." Annabelle lustfully cooed, letting me take my time as I ran a single paw up and down her back again, around her rear then sliding down her thigh which brought a shiver to her body, making her fur to stand on end. A small warning blares in the back of my mind, she was using her power over lust on me. She is a succubus, of course she is. Dammit Neth, why did you fall into this so easily?
"W-we shouldn't. Public. Illegal..." I weakly try to stall. Taking a step back and getting a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Slacks were great to wear, but they did very little in concealing my raw desire the way Annabelle stokes it.
"Neth, you need this. You can be grumpy about this later after I'm through."
I didn't notice that Annabelle's stripes were vibrant in their color, almost pulsing with her lustful energy. She stood up and reached back, releasing the tail strap and wiggles her hips, drawing my gaze to her. Letting the dress fall off her curvaceous body, it pools around her feet. I back away as she turns and steps down from the podium. I avert my eyes, but she grabs my muzzle with lust induced strength and wrenched my gaze back to look her in the eyes.
"I wouldn't be your friend if I didn't look out for you. Pepper's noticed, Jim..." Her voice was almost motherly, soft, getting into my head while she locks her eyes with mine. Making me focus on her bright neon azure eyes, and I felt vulnerable.
Annabelle drew me against her body, wrapping her arms around me and rubbing her cheek against mine as a Byzantium cloud fills the room and envelops us both. I feel, weightless. By the time the cloud clears around us, we were back in my apartment (Which freaks me out a bit. As it completely bypasses any of my magic wards set up to prevent intrusion). I am lying on my back and Annabelle is straddling me. Like any straight guy who has ever gotten glimpse of her, this was almost like a dream. I remember dreaming about her, yeah, but never pursued such dream. Her heavy chest grabs my attention first before I noticed the skunk's hands working at my belt and then my pants, then on my shirt, unbuttoning it feverishly. I lift my head and reach for the remaining buttons but, she just slaps them away. Grabbing my wrists and leaning forward to pin me against my own bed.
Not going to lie...this is highly erotic and it certainly grabs my attention. "Nethaniel," (Shit, she used my full name, meaning seriousness) "Just stop." I am unsure of what she means, which my gaze must have told her. "Stop trying to do things. Stop trying to control yourself. Just. Stop! Let me do something for you, just once."
That final sentence hit home. Maybe it was her lust magic, or maybe I just, stopped and listened (Yes, guys can listen too). Annabelle was breathing heavily, her chest expanding each time and it brings my attention back to her breasts for a brief moment. I felt her paws leave my wrists and wrap around my back jaws. She lowers her head and presses her lips against mine in a kiss that made sparks dance in my eyes. No tongue, just her lips against mine in a very intimate expression. I couldn't move my arms, or hands for that matter. I couldn't wrap her in an embrace as I felt her shudder after pulling away from the kiss.
It was obvious that there was something more behind this, I tried to think but I ran into a fog that clouded any sensibilities except for the most primal urges that demanded to be sated. Annabelle sat back, her kept tail lying off to the side of my bed, stripes glowing brightly in the dark room. It just registered to me that the only light I could see by was from the stripes that ran along her entire body. She throws her left arm out, towards the large windows in my bedroom. Sensing her will in the use of magic, the curtains fell from their rods and the window doors burst open, letting the chilly night air and the full moonlight coalesce inside. The effect of the night air did little to damper the sexually charged air between us, as she resumes stripping me of my clothes, tossing them away from the bed as if they were a danger to what was coming.
Annabelle bends over, spreading out her arms to either side of my chest and dipped her head down, her rear up in the air as she arches her back and drags her chest up my body while planting kisses into my short fur. I twitch, head tilting down to watch as she gazes up at me. Progressing slowly up my body. I feel her graze the tapered tip of my average shaft with her body, namely, a certain area of her body that radiates a heat desperate to be put out.
Annabelle laughs softly, bumps in my fur where my nipples stiffened underneath catching her attention. She brings her head over to one of them and parts her mouth, gently biting down and drawing back until she kisses it goodbye. Holy bell's, I could barely register what was happening. Tantric methods of arousal, and I had a damn demon of lust performing them on me. Again Annabelle brings her attention back to me, my other nipple in particular, and draws a groan out from me, back arching slightly with my body tensing and my eyes squeezing shut.
"This is what I'm talking about Nethy," she huskily speaks, lifting one paw to run it down the center of my chest, making her manicured nail on one of her fingers leave a trail in my fur. "You're so uptight, coiled like a spring, with no release. We've barely even started and I can sense your body already wanting to release."
I feel my cheeks burn in the moonlight. The fur fluffing as I blush. The inside of my ears feel sunburned as well. I feel something dribble down the length of my shaft, not having notice it well up and out of my tip, and settle into the ring of fur that was my sheath, compressed underneath my knot. I try to count, think of economics, physics, anything to calm my body but, my efforts just made Annabelle smile brightly and slowly scoot back. Swinging her hips somehow that draws my attention to her tail as it lifts high and waves back and forth. It distracts me enough to not pay attention to where Annabelle settles herself, between my legs at the foot of the bed. Kneeling down she is nearly level with my groin. I couldn't see much more after that. I feel another surge of energy in the room and I was blinded next. The same hazy cloud from before wraps around head, covering my eyes while y legs were spread and bound like my arms are, with manacles unseen.
I feel a surge of panic run through me like a bullet through a paper target, dulling my sensual pleasure. It lasts a micro second as Annabelle's hot tongue presses to the underside of my shaft and drags slowly upward till she kisses the tip. I feel my body shudder as she performs it again, and again, until her lips push forward after licking my tip and slides down to engulf my head into her mouth. I arch my back and pull on the restraints (I swear I heard the sound of chains clinking). Growling softly as she starts to slowly bob her head up and down. One of her paws discover my ball sack, and her fingers wrap around the single vessel inside. Squeezing and rubbing through my fur. I feel a dull chill sweep into my groin from her contact. She isn't going to let me release anytime soon, and I wasn't sure if that was going to help or hurt me. Hell, I could barely figure out if what is happening real or not. A succubus didn't necessarily need to physically work for sexual energy, playing with a participant's mind could also feed them.
Annabelle pulls her lips off my shaft with a wet slurp, licking her lips as she brings her remaining paw to my length and slowly strokes it.
"Feeling good, Fluffy? Because you fucking taste good."
I could only respond with a dazed gurgle. That was the extent of my coherence right now.
I could sense Annabelle smiling, bringing her muzzle back to my shaft she parts her lips and returns to sucking on my member while pumping with her hand. Even with her power to repress my ability to climax, it wasn't enough it seems. Faster she bobbs her head, using her paw to more or less hold my shaft in place, fingers curling around my knot while she plays with my ball. Wet slurps and constant pressure applied by her lips push me to the edge. With a sharp inhale and something of a yip, I arch my back and lift my hips. Pulling in a futile attempt against my restraints as I sense my member throb.
Annabelle shoves the length of her muzzle down, nose pressing into my coarse pubic fur as she senses my climax. After that first throb, I feel my seed well up in my shaft before squirting out in powerful throbs that made Annabelle damn near purr in response. I could feel her mouth constrict around my shaft, tongue pressing to the underside as her small teeth lock around my girth in her mouth, with her lips spreading around my knot where it bulges out from my member. She swallows each time she feels my shaft throbs. My ball sack trying to tighten up against my body, but stopped with a gentle tug by Annabelle's paw. Making each shudder I endure from it in ecstasy.
The cloudy blindfold dissipates soon after. Allowing me to lift my head and look down my body towards Annabelle. Her hair has fallen over my groin and prevents me from looking directly at her, but I could still feel her mouth and tongue constrict with her swallowing. When I stop throbbing, stop pushing my seed out into her mouth, I watch as Annabelle slowly retracts herself off my shaft. Leaving a gleam of saliva mixing with strands of cum on my dark red member. Her lips pop off, releasing my knot and base, while her paw releases my ball from sensuous captivity. Rising up from the foot of my bed, flicking her hair out of the way as she runs her vivid blue tongue around her dark lips, moaning sensually as she swallows the last bit of my cum.
"You've been eating pineapple lately, haven't you?" I saw her smile in a predatory way. She leans over my lower half and lifts one leg up to plant her knee on the outside of my thigh. In the moonlight I catch a faint glimpse of her aroused mound, her damp fur inside her thighs. Crawling towards me slowly, breasts jiggling with each selective plant of her paw and knees on the bed, Annabelle fulfills the textbook description of a succubus with her prey. Again, the thought terrifies me.
I just had an orgasm that shattered my thoughts. I literally couldn't think of anything else except, wow. She isn't done though. I pull against the restraints, thinking that I could be free to push myself up and back against my beds headboard Welcoming her into my embrace yet, I still couldn't move to even scratch my nose.
Annabelle smiles wickedly, her eyes flaring their bright blue color as she ducks down and drags her body along mine. Knowingly setting off my body's senses once more. She brings her head up to meet mine, nose touching nose. I feel myself go cross-eyed trying to focus on her nose touching mine, and refocus on trying to look into her eyes.
"I've only tasted what you have to offer Nethaniel," Oh crap, I've released the succubus, "and we won't be finished until I'm sated."
Curling her paw around the back of my head and lifting it up, twisting her head to the side, she presses her lips to mine and thrusts her tongue into my mouth. I could taste myself when she does this, and oddly I wasn't perturbed by the act. Our tongues entwine as our lips lock, each of us letting out lustful moans fill the room and the night air the further we continue to kiss. Knowing her she was letting my body reboot and get ready for round two.
It was then I felt something else, a drip of hot liquid on my shaft. My body begs for our copulation to continue and my mind was very reluctant to disagree. My heart thunders in my chest and I breathe heavily after Annabelle pulls away while licking her lips. The hunger in her eyes matches my lust, unsated, despite our recently finished fun.
Annabelle crawls back off the bed and with her finger tips stroking my sensitive flesh between my legs, she stands up and turns her back on me. Hips rolling with each step she took out of my bedroom. Throwing open the double doors to the rest of my apartment with minimal ease. (Those are some pretty heavy doors too) "I'll be back lover, don't go anywhere just yet." She tosses this back over her shoulder as she seemingly melts through my bedrooms threshold and into the blackness filling my apartment beyond.
I don't know what I just unleashed, but I damn well hope I could remember it all.
To be continued . . .