Last night, Daniel Cambion got one hell of an offer: prove that he had the mind of a demon, and he'd become one - a sex demon, actually. If he failed, the succubus that made him the offer would, literally, fuck him to death. Now he has just seven days to fulfil seven of his greatest fantasies. First on the list: his neighbour in the room next door, a Japanese student named Emi Kurosawa.
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Ever since she moved in just a few days after Danny, she'd been in his head. He'd always had a thing for Japanese girls, and on top of that, Emi was simply beautiful: pale, creamy skim; straight black hair; a slender, athletic-looking body. From what he'd seen, while she was far from the most heavily endowed girl he'd ever met, she seemed to have a more than ample chest. He couldn't wait to see what she was hiding beneath her sometimes quite conservative clothes.
That was what he found himself thinking as he paused in front of her door, psyching himself up to knock, trying to ignore the much larger problem of how he was going to get her to agree to his fantasy. In truth, the two of them had barely spoken, as he was too shy to make more than a little small talk with her – much of it awkward. He had no idea under what circumstances he might get her into a position where he could come on her face, but that was what the succubus demanded of him, and so he was going to have to make it happen. Just as importantly, he wanted to make it happen, and he was getting hard just thinking about it –
He knocked, nervously, trying to look natural for when she opened the door. He definitely wasn't prepared for her to open it little more than a crack, peering around it looking just as nervous as he was, her face flushed.
"Oh, hey, Danny... what's up?" she asked, and he noticed that she seemed to be wearing a bathrobe, but her bare shoulder was visible where it had slipped, as if she'd thrown it on in a hurry to answer the door. Thinking that she might be half-naked just a few inches away wasn't helping anything except his erection, causing him to shift uncomfortably.
"Hi, Emi..." he began, trying to think what to say. Part of him just wanted to blurt out his predicament, completely insane as it would sound, just to see what would happen. Another part wanted to somehow utilise the gift the succubus had given him: a vial of her otherworldly breast milk, that she had said would arouse the desire of any girl who drank it. Yet besides the problem of trying to get her to taste it, he only had the one vial, and as difficult as Emi might be to persuade, he had even less chance of getting through his later tasks without it.
Emi glanced back into the room. "Erm, I'm kind of in the middle of something," she said, and Danny suddenly clicked that she probably wasn't alone in there. It was still the morning, but she was often up and pottering around in the shared kitchen by this point, suggesting she had just got out of bed for entirely different reasons than oversleeping.
He winced, embarrassed. "Don't tell me your boyfriend is in there? I had no idea..."
She gave him an odd look. "Not my boyfriend."
Before Danny could finish making his perplexed expression, another voice chimed in. Another girl's voice. "He was totally going to ask you out, babe!" From behind the door, a pair of bare arms grabbed Emi in a hug, forcing her to let go of the door. It swung open, exposing Emi in her short, terrycloth bathrobe – untied, and merely held shut by her hands – and standing behind her was the owner of the mysterious voice. This girl was a little taller than Emi, but was more or less successfully using her as cover to keep her modesty, as from Danny's perspective – noting the curve of her hips, her bare shoulders, and long legs peeking out from behind his crush – she couldn't be wearing anything at all.
Distracted thusly, it took a moment for him to recognise her, but it was her hair that gave it away: black, but for a bleached streak at her hairline. Usually when he spotted her around campus, she was wearing far more makeup – and clothes – to really seal the gothic image. "Hi," she said, extending a hand over Emi's shoulder. Emi just looked mortified.
"Karen!" she exclaimed, as Danny shook it, looking almost as flustered as Emi.
Karen laughed, hugging Emi again. "Sorry, boy, but I guess I beat you to her."
"So I see," Danny said, dumbfounded. Whilst his mind raced off in one direction as he considered what he'd just interrupted, he was also well aware that this might have put an insurmountable barrier in his path.
"You know, he is kind of cute..." Karen noted, her hands wandering to cup Emi's breasts through the robe.
"Karen!" Emi complained again. "Sorry, Dan; I don't know about Karen, but I don't swing that way anymore. And even if she does, I'm not willing to share her!"
"You're such a spoilsport, Emi," Karen retorted, continuing to fondle her girlfriend's breasts. The act was beginning to take its toll as Emi's face reddened, and her robe began to slip apart. "Look at the poor guy. We've got him all riled up and you just want to leave him out here whilst we go and have fun?"
"Er, I don't suppose I get any say in this?" Danny asked, his eyes locked on Karen's hands.
"Of course not, silly boy," Karen laughed, slipping her hands under Emi's robe. The Japanese girl gasped. "Now get in here and watch – right, Emi?"
Emi just nodded, letting her robe fall open as Karen continued to grope her, squeezing her breasts together to show off her cleavage, rolling her nipples between her fingers to elicit more pleasured gasps. Dan managed to drag his eyes away, following the smooth lines of Emi's stomach down to her completely hairless pussy. When he continued to stand there gawping, Karen simply guided Emi back into the room with one hand and reached out to drag Dan in with them with the other. In doing so, she revealed herself to him clearly for the first time, letting him discover that she was just as gorgeous as her girlfriend. She was a little more muscular whilst still being incredibly feminine; her breasts were smaller but her nipples were pierced with small, silvery rings; and her pale, white skin was covered by tattoos: colourful Oriental-designs of koi fish and water on one arm, a tangle of ivy-like roses and thorns crawling up her thigh, and a flowery image that wrapped around a stylised heart across her upper chest that dipped between her breasts, leaving them exposed but creating a delicious contrast.
"I think today is your lucky day," Karen whispered to him as she shut the door, her hot breath lingering on his skin as she leaned in close.
Emi seemed to be just as dazed as Karen returned to her, stripping the robe off her shoulders and exposing her completely. The gothic beauty pushed her down onto the bed and sank between her legs as they hung over the edge, burying her face in Emi's cunt whilst her long, black-painted fingernails grazed her skin teasingly. Dan stood awkwardly, not knowing what to do, but knowing he had no desire to take his eyes off the spectacle. Neither girl was paying any attention to him now, as Karen took delight in pleasuring Emi, and Emi herself was grabbing the sheets in ecstasy, pulling her girlfriend in closer by wrapping her legs around her naked back. Knowing what he had to do, and daring to take the risk, Dan started stripping off his clothes, his cock bouncing free as he slid his boxers down last. Wrapping his hand around his member, he froze up, unsure whether to jack off over the show before him, or try to find some way to join in.
Karen paused in her ministrations, her chin slick with her girlfriend's juices, and smiled as she admired Dan's package. "Easy there, boy," she warned, "all you get to do is watch... for now. But take it slow, no point getting there ahead of us, is there?"
Karen's words reminded him of what he was supposed to be there to do. Dan grinned as he gripped his cock harder, starting to slowly stroke himself as Karen climbed up onto the bed, twisting around so that she could sixty-nine with Emi. Both girls moaned into the other's cunts, and Dan had to fight to keep himself from jerking off too fast and risking ruining the experience – and his chance. He tried to focus on them rather than himself, watching Karen's tongue dance down Emi's slit.
"That's right," Karen whispered, raising her head slightly, "take your time, enjoy the show." She ran her fingers over Emi's thighs, pulling her legs apart to expose more to Dan, dipping her fingers into her girlfriend as much for his benefit as for hers. Smiling wickedly, Karen reached over to the pillow at the end of the bed, feeling around for a moment before pulling her hand out from beneath it with a long, bulbous glass dildo. She licked it seductively to both warm it up and get it wet, before sliding it along the length of Emi's pussy. "She says she doesn't like the cock, but this always gets her going," she teased. That earned her a playful slap on the ass from Emi, who didn't break her ministrations on Karen's own pussy. The goth girl shivered as Emi thrust her tongue deeper, and responded by slowly slipping the dildo inside Emi. The little Japanese girl cried out, muffled by Karen's pussy and thighs, but ecstatic nevertheless.
Dan found his dick twitching, feeling that familiar surge as he was almost overwhelmed. He'd never been in a situation remotely like this; ignoring the night with the succubus, even if it was some strange dream – the weight of that little vial of demon's milk in his pocket, now thrown on the floor, said otherwise – his most adventurous sexual encounter was probably a hurried blowjob in a storage closet. It hardly compared to being inches away from two gorgeous girls doing everything they could to make each other come, while he struggled to contain his own oncoming orgasm.
Then Karen caught his eye and winked, licking her lips and nodding gently, forming her mouth into a meaningful 'O'. Danny froze, hand on cock, wondering if she meant what he hoped she meant, but then she rolled her eyes and mouthed 'fuck me' exaggeratedly. She didn't have to ask twice, Dan almost fell over stepping forwards and thrusting the head of his shaft between her waiting lips. She let out a quiet mmf, as if trying not to alert Emi to her partial betrayal, and Dan had to suppress his own groans of pleasure. Just below his cock, the glass dildo was slipping in and out of Emi's pussy, sending the girl into trembling paroxysms, muffled cries of ecstasy coming from between Karen's thighs. Karen herself was feeling the effects of Emi's work, her eyelids fluttering, low grunts of pleasure rumbling in her throat, but she was working her tongue around Dan's head expertly. He started to thrust into her mouth and she opened her mouth wider to let him, and in moments he was following her instructions to the letter, fucking her throat with abandon.
Abruptly she drew her head back, letting Dan's cock fall from her lips, and releasing an enormous scream as her orgasm hit. "God, yes!" she cried, digging her nails into Emi's thigh, thrusting the dildo harder than faster than before as she brought her girlfriend to the same heights. Emi's muffled moans suddenly became much louder as she gasped with pleasure, and for air.
The two girls rolled apart and Danny backed away for a moment, cock bobbing, unsure what to do, briefly paralysed by the sight of the two beauties shivering and sweating on the bed as they came down.
"Like what you saw?" Karen asked breathily, laying with her head hanging upside down off the edge of the bed. Dan was tempted to lower his cock back to her lips and resume fucking her throat, but a needling voice at the back of his mind reminded him that, pleasurable as this whole exercise had been so far, he still needed to achieve something more.
"Oh, yes," he mumbled, staring at Karen's tattooed breasts as they rose and fell with every breath.
