“Why did you want a succubus anyway?”

  “Uh, I’m a virgin.”

  Why did I even ask?

  “Of course you are.”

  Forrest turned scarlet. Glanced at the door, back at Tim. “Look, are you really going to do this?”

  “Yes,” Tim sighed.

  “Like, now?”

  This is going to take forever.

  Tim stepped forward. Placed his hand on Forrest’s neck. “I’ll want the spell when we are done.”

  Shivering, Forrest nodded. “Anything,” he breathed.

  Taking a deep breath of his own, Tim kissed Forrest.

  It wasn’t the best of kisses as far as kisses go.

  It was the greatest of kisses as far as experiences went.

  Damn.

  The difference between seducing men and women hit as soon as Tim’s lips brushed Forrest’s. Energy bloomed in Forrest, reaching out of the man to caress Tim like it wanted to be pulled into him.

  Forrest groaned. Tim’s eyes closed, his senses reaching out to caress the energy. Were men really that different from women in life energy? Or was it the body? Did succubi get more from men? Were there demons who fucked women?

  I need to do research.

  Forrest stepped back, much to Tim’s surprise.

  “What?” Tim asked, stepping forward, trapping Forrest between him and the door.

  “Uh, do you think you could?” Forrest gestured at Tim’s body

  “Could what?” What was wrong with Tim’s body? He’d seen it in mirrors. Nothing. Nothing was wrong with it. It was high on the list of figures that featured in men’s wet dreams and fantasies? Porn stars wished they had this kind of body. And some fat virgin was complaining?

  “Uh, the full getup.”

  “What the hell are you talking about?” Tim all but spat.

  “Hell? Hell is real? Am I going to hell for this?”

  Oh shit. I’m going to lose him “Hell is not real. It’s a figment of human imagination. I’m from another plane of existence.” Tim had no idea if that was true, but he’d been thinking about it, and the thought made as much sense as the literal existence of demons.

  “Oh.” Forrest bit his lip as if thinking.

  Don’t think too much. Tim touched his arm, caressed downward. “Sweetie, I’m here to fulfill your fantasies. Tell me what you need.” And quick, before I get sick.

  “The real you?”

  Tim blinked. The real him? He knows!

  Wait.

  That didn’t even make sense.

  “Like the wings and stuff?” Forrest added.

  A vision of Sirena when Tim met her filled Tim’s mind. Wings? He thought back. Sirena had been in an exciting outfit when Tim had met her. Redder skin, wings, horns, she’d looked like a sexy Halloween costume. Which is what Tim had assumed when he’d taken her home to fuck.

  But if that had been her real body, why had Tim come through as a human? And could he even shift like that?

  What the hell? He might as well try before he lost this fish.

  Tim stepped back. Smiled his most seductive smile. With a twist, he reached behind and unzipped his dress, letting it slip to his feet in a pool of fabric.

  He took another step back, crooking his finger at Forrest.

  The blank, lost look on the man’s face said everything Tim needed to know. Even if Tim failed to change, Forrest wouldn’t object.

  But part of Tim wanted to know. He stepped back against until the back of his knees hit the bed. Concentrating, he held his image of Sirena in his mind.

  And pushed.

  What he pushed on he wasn’t sure, but there was a surge of power and an audible snap.

  Followed by the crack of drywall as his newly formed wings slammed into the ceiling.

  “What was that!” Forrest’s mother screamed from the other room.

  Wide-eyed, Forrest yelled back, “Nothing. Put your headphones on!”

  “I’m putting my headphones on if you’re going to be so damn loud!”

  Tim rolled his eyes. But Forrest didn’t even seem to notice. He was drinking Tim in.

  And why not?

  Tim looked down. Somehow, he was even more lush than his human figure. Taller too. Despite the rain of plaster, or whatever the ceiling was made from, Tim’s skin had gone red, though covered with white speckles. A shade not even remotely natural in the human world. His boobs swelled into inhuman proportions, like ripe melons.

  If Tim had looked like the ultimate porn star before, now he more resembled the women from anime.

  Complete with a tail as Tim found out when he felt something moving behind him.

  A tail. Great.

  But Forrest ate it up.

  Had Sirena had a tail? Tim didn’t remember a tail.

  “My goddess,” Forrest whispered.

  If Sirena didn’t have a tail, where had it come from?

  Forrest had moved closer. Close enough that Tim could reach him. Letting go his worries about a tail, he reached out with a hand tipped with nails long enough to count as claws.

  And sharp.

  He lacerated Forrest’s clothing, somehow avoiding cutting the man.

  Mostly.

  Ignoring everything but the throbbing cock, Tim pulled Forrest down with him onto the bed. Kissed Forrest.

  His hands held Forrest to him.

  There was hardly any foreplay.

  The young man was too eager.

  Being held between Tim’s legs was almost too much for him.

  “Fuck me,” Tim commanded.

  Forrest groaned.

  Fumbled.

  Tim had to reach down—carefully, damn claws—to guide Forrest into his slick, waiting, pussy.

  He tried to ignore what he was doing.

  But it was impossible.

  Tim was letting a man fuck him.

  Forrest had no rhythm. He just sort of humped Tim.

  And Tim’s body loved it, even as his mind fled to let him concentrate on the pleasure.

  It soared.

  Along with a rush of energy like a firehouse compared to Tessa’s garden hose.

  Each thrust sent life energy into Tim, it replaced what he’d burnt to create the succubus body. And more. So much more.

  The energy and the pleasure swirled in him.

  He squeezed Forrest to his breasts. Trapping the poor guy between the enormous globes.

  But Forrest didn’t seem to mind at all.

  He thrust frantically.

  Tim squeezed his pussy, which proved too much for Forrest. “Oh fuck me!” Forrest cried.

  Semen spilled into Tim with massive spasms. Which proved too much for Tim. He came. His claws pressed into Forrest’s back, while Tim’s hips bucked to meet Forrest.

  Forrest groaned.

  And collapsed.

  Tim sighed. Rolled Forrest off him.

  Guess there wasn’t going to be a round two. But Tim felt better than he had since becoming Sirena.

  Strong.

  Powerful.

  There wasn’t anything he couldn’t do!

  Tim walked towards the door, touching the knob before remembering he shouldn’t go out like this.

  A six and a half foot tall woman with black wings wasn’t going to go over very well.

  It took only a moment of concentration this time for Tim to reduce himself back to his—well Sirena’s—human body.

  He slipped the dress back on, glanced at Forrest, and sighed. The spell. He found a piece of paper and pen, wrote an address down on it, emphasizing that Forrest needed to send him the information, or there would never be a next time.

  Was that a bigger threat than draining him?

  Tim shrugged. I need more practice at his.

  “Wait, so you have a tail?” Tessa squealed.

  Tim sighed.

  “Can I see it?”

  “No.”

  “Is it… prehensile?”

  “I don’t know, it just sort of swung.”

  “If it were, do you know what we could do with it?”

  “I’m starting to suspect, but just no.”

  “Why not?” Tessa asked. Despite the bags under her eyes and deep sag to her face that left her looking exhausted, the story of fucking Forrest had rejuvenated her. Oh, she still looked tired, but now she looked tired and excited.

  “Because you haven’t recovered.”

  Tessa sighed. “Fine, but when I’m better, you are so fucking me with that tail.”

  Tim sighed.

  The Internet Hunk

  “I’ve got your next meal lined up,” Tessa said.

  Tim blinked away sleep, trying to see his lover, but she was moving around the little room too rapidly.

  Cleaning?

  “Already?”

  “Sirena will be back in two days, I assume you don’t want to lose your life, right?” She paused and smiled at him. “I don’t want you to die either.”

  “Thank you,” Tim mumbled.

  “Go take a shower, I’ll tell you about him when you get back.”

  Shower curtains didn’t make the greatest privacy screens. Oh sure, no one could see Tim, but he could hear them.

  The man in the other shower fapping took all his concentration. Was he masturbating to Tim?

  That thought excited him, which forced him to listen more, which excited him more. It was a vicious cycle. One where Tim considered switching showers, he could hold his internet date the next day.

  The sudden sigh and slower skin on skin sounds blew that idea.

  Too slow, Tim thought. His own body burned. Need and desire. Lots of energy. He wasn’t even sure where he was supposed to put the extra power from another fuck buddy. But Sirena said it could be done and needed to be done to avoid draining Tim’s body.

  His hand traced circles on his labia, finger trembling to slip between the lips. To touch his clit.

  But he held off. The desire would help with eliminating the fear of having sex with a man.

  “You okay?” Tim asked Tessa.

  She still hadn’t recovered. Pale skin and sagging under the eyes drew Tim’s attention. He wanted to touch her but feared in his aroused state, he wouldn’t stop with a comforting hug. The night had been torture with Tessa sleeping right next to him. Only a full feeling had kept him from leaping on her.

  Worse, he was certain Tessa would have welcomed his advanced. The woman had no self-control!

  “I’m fine, just tired.”

  “Sorry,” Tim said.

  A smile lit up Tessa’s cute face. “Not your fault. I seem to recall my own enthusiastic participation.”

  Tim smiled back, but he still made a vow to not fuck Tessa until he’d gotten his body back.

  I hope she still wants me.

  “So, about this internet guy?” Tim asked, changing the subject.

  “Oh yeah. You’ll love this one. He’s so hot,” Tessa said. She pretended to fan herself.

  Tim frowned, looking closer. Heat flushed Tessa’s cheeks. Maybe she wasn’t pretending. That didn’t bode well for Tim. He didn’t think of himself as ugly, but he couldn’t recall a woman every saying he was hot while fanning herself.

  “Thanks,” Tim said.

  “Not a problem. I’m the greatest wingman of all time. You rideshare will be at the curb in a few minutes, better hurry.”

  Boobs bouncing, Tim ran down the steps. She could have warned me. Despite promising to grab underwear for him, somehow Tessa had forgotten. Nor had she bothered telling him about the rideshare car picking him up until it was on the way.

  That girl is going to be the death of me, he thought. Then winced. The opposite was more likely. He just had to hold onto his libido for two more days, get his body back, and then hope she would consent to date.

  She seemed to like him.

  Tim spent the rest of the ride alternating between fear of Tessa’s rejection and increasing desire for the upcoming encounter.

  Tim walked into the hotel lobby, looked around trying to fight down embarrassment. Tessa had chosen his outfit again. A black corset skirt, black stockings, even black gloves. All form-fitting, with the corset pushing up his boobs to a ridiculous level.

  If this one wants a succubus, the corset will explode and kill someone.

  He wobbled towards the desk, on heels way too high for his skill level. Any heel was too high for him. Tim had tried to refuse the black boots, but Tessa had insisted they were necessary. What was she up to this time?

  “Uh, my secretary had a room reserved for me?” she said to the prim looking receptionist.

  The woman looked Tim up and down, sucking her lips in clear disapproval. Tim felt heat rise in his cheeks. I bet real succubi don’t blush.

  “Name?”

  “Uh.” Crap, what name had she given? Oh yeah! “Tessa Lowe.”

  “One second.” The woman typed on the keyboard. Smirked and grabbed a keycard. A moment later, she handed the card to Tim. “Suite 2205. Your… friend is already there.”

  Blushing harder, Tim took the card and hurried for the elevators. Or tried. He half tripped before catching himself and walking more sedately the rest of the way.

  The receptionist did not snicker. Nope.

  Tim walked into the suite. A large room with plenty of space in the middle. A couch on one side, a desk and tv stand on the other. And in the middle, Tim’s lunch date stood. Nearly as tall as Tim’s succubus body, with a hard, lean muscled body, and a chiseled face that left Tim’s heart pattering at a hundred miles an hour.

  Wow, Tessa wasn’t kidding.

  The man was also naked, with a cock that hung. And hung.

  You have got to be kidding? I’m supposed to put that in me?

  “Mistress!” the man said while dropping to his knees.

  Tim stared. Blinked.

  “One second.”

  “Anything for you, Mistress.”

  Tim turned to pull out the monthly cell phone Tessa had bought him, he called Tessa.

  “Hello?” the familiar voice answered.

  “What did you say to him?” Tim whispered, trying to keep his voice low enough that the man didn’t hear him.

  “Bryon?”

  “Who?”

  “I assumed you were talking about your date.”

  “His name is Bryon?”

  “Yeah, dude is fucking rich.”

  “Wait, did you charge him?”

  “Um, we’ll talk about that later. What’s the problem?”

  Tim took a deep breath. They needed to have a long talk. But not now. “He’s on his knees, looking at me like I’m some sort of goddess. Oh, and he called me Mistress.”

  “I’ll call you Goddess if you prefer, Mistress.”

  “Shh, I’ll be with you in a moment,” Tim said.

  A look of delight spread on Bryon’s face as he dropped his head to the floor. It hid his giant cock but put his delightfully hard butt into the air.

  I can’t believe I just thought that. I need my body back!

  “Oh,” Tessa said.

  “Oh?” Tim asked. Did he hear a hint of laughter?

  “It’s just that explains a lot.”

  “Tessa,” Tim warned.

  “I just thought he wanted you on top or something. I suppose the outfit should have been a clue.”

  “He picked the outfit?” Tim hissed.

  “Well, he helped.”

  “Tessa,” Tim said.

  “Look, just order him around.”

  “I can’t do that!”

  “Why not?”

  “I don’t know how.”

  A long pause. “Okay, there’s a pair of wireless earphones in your purse. Put them on.”

  “Why?”

  “I’ll guide you,” Tessa said. There was laughter in her voice. She’d planned this!

  “We are so having a long talk when I get home.” Tim paused. Home. Was a gothic chick he’d just met home now?

  He shook his head. He had other things to worry about.

  “I look forward to it,” Tessa purred. Which spiked Tim’s heart rate even higher.

  “Just tell me what to do.”

  “Sure, first march in there. With confidence!”

  Right. Confidence. This was going to go so badly.

  Tim set the phone on the desk. Putting one earbud in, he took a deep breath. You can do this.

  He marched towards Bryon. Heels clicking on the hardwood floor of the suite. I wonder if that’s good on the floor? Concentrate!

  “What now,” Tim hissed.

  “I’m yours, Goddess.”

  “Say, on your knees bitch!” Tessa said in the other ear.

  Tim opened his mouth. Snapped it shut. “He’s on his knees already. And he’s a guy.”

  A sigh. “I wish I could see,” Tessa said. “Alright, stick your boot under his mouth. He’ll like that?”

  Why? Tim shrugged but obeyed Tessa.

  Bryon moaned and started licking the boot like his life depended on it. The boots had been new when he’d gotten them, the little walking he’d done hadn’t attracted that much dirt. But there was still dust and grime on them.

  “Uh, I wore these outside,” Tim said.

  Which only caused Bryon to moan and lick harder.

  “Good job! Who said you couldn’t do this?” Tessa said into Tim’s ear.

  Tim sighed.

  “Let him clean your boots. You’ll know he’s done when he slows.”

  It should have been boring.

  It should have been horrifying.

  But somehow Tim felt each lick. As energy and pleasure. Or maybe one turning into the other? He had no idea and it didn’t matter much. Not when his body responded to each lick as if the tongue were on his skin.

  When Bryon finished, Tim didn’t even notice for long moments. His body shuddered with little quakes of bliss. It was almost like the aftermath of a powerful orgasm, without the orgasm. Which is what made Tim return his attention to Bryon. If just this simple activity could cause such pleasure, he wanted the rest. No, he needed the orgasm.

  “Tessa?” Tim breathed, trying to get his lover’s attention without drawing Bryon’s.

  “Yes sweetie?”

  “My boots are clean.”

  “Damn, I should have come with, I could have hidden in the closet.”

  Tim closed his eyes. Counted to ten. Backward.

  “Anyway, sit on the edge of the couch, cross your legs slowly, but keep on eye on Bryon. If he tries to sneak a peek, command him to keep his eyes down and call him worm.”

 

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