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This story is an entry into the
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This started out as a simple fan-fiction about Vydija, from Madmind Studio's game
Succubus
, and while it still is one, nominally at least, I revised it to make mention of numerous real-life people and real-life fictitious characters. I am not acknowledged or recognized by, affiliated or associated with, or otherwise connected to, any of the various people or media franchises or their copyright holders. These include numerous celebrities, the Marvel, DC, Star Wars, Lara Croft, Pokémon, Legend of Zelda franchises, and a number of video game franchises.
Thank you to
maestro84
and
TheTalkMan
for their original permission to mention their characters. Since then, I have altered the context of my mention of your characters, although I am keeping to your conditions, even more so in fact than I suggested when I contacted you. As a general note to readers, I have taken the liberty of mentioning other Literotica authors' characters in the same context.
Since this came about by merging two and a half different versions together, and I have a tendency to get bored, leave something like this sitting for days or even weeks, then come back to it (I actually submitted the original version of this, left for months without even checking if it was accepted, then got back to it to find it had not, which, in hindsight, I am glad of), it may have an inconsistent flow, but whatever. It may also be because I tried to cram every little thing I thought of over the course of several months into the story. I guarantee that once this is published, I will think of something I will wish I had added.
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It was midnight: it was time. He quickly checked everything. Everything looked in order, so he lit the candles. As their scent began to permeate the surrounding air, he opened the grimoire to the marked page, took a breath, and read out the incantation.
Even after nearly two weeks of preparation and practice, he still felt pretty stupid, but on the other hand, he had no other options. He was a senior in college, due to graduate in a week, and had never had a girlfriend, much less gotten laid. He was more or less a nerd, only without the glasses: he was majoring in philosophy, with two minors in Ancient Greek and Latin; he didn't know a quarterback from an outfielder; and he wasn't in a fraternity, and didn't like alcohol. In short, he was a stick in the mud at social events, and for that reason tended to avoid them if possible. Instead he watched and read porn, or else played video-games, listened to music, and watched TV. One of his favorite shows was
Burn Notice
, not least due to all the scantily-clad women in the backgrounds. It didn't hurt either that Tricia Helfer appeared throughout the series' second season as an "evexy" character. When he needed something more constantly sexy, though, he watched something like
Lost Girl
, starring Anna Silk.
Several months ago he had been organizing the bookshelves in the Miskatonic University library (for zero pay, of course!) when he had come across a thick, ancient-looking, leather-bound (though it was a kind of leather he had never seen before) tome shoved to the back of the top level of a shelf in the dustiest part of the room. There was no title, just a strange symbol embossed on the cover. As old as the volume looked, the symbol was as shiny as a newly-minted penny. For some reason, he was suddenly possessed with an unshakeable interest in the book, so he took it back to his dorm.
Upon opening the tome, a cloud of dust jumped into the air, making him cough. Once the dust had cleared, he began to read. He was pretty disappointed to find that it was only a grimoire, one of many that were floating around Europe several centuries ago. He had dismissed everything he heard about them as rumors and stories fabricated for one reason or another, probably to condemn people as witches. He skimmed through it anyway, since he had nothing else to do really. Spells... charms... hexes... curses... wards... more "-mancies" than he could count... summoning... He saw something that made him snort with amused cynicism. "How to summon a beautiful woman to gratify one's greatest carnal desires." Yeah, right, he thought, if it were that easy, everybody would be doing it. Still, it was somewhat consoling to know that there had been men like himself even then.
He returned the grimoire to the library the next day, and didn't really think about it any more for a couple months. In the time since, he had still failed to lose his virginity, and was desperate to do so before he graduated. So when he was less than a month from graduating and so far had retained his virginity, he made up his mind to try the book. So here he was, reading aloud some bunch of nonsense to a bunch of candles.
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As he finished the incantation, black flames arose along the magic circle he had chalked on the floor. Inside the circle a smoke-like wisp appeared, and began to grow. As it grew, it took the shape of a woman with large bat-like wings and a tail. In seconds, the vermillion succubus had fully materialized before him. She was tall, lithe, with slender arms and delicate, clawed fingers. Her bust was sizable, but not obscenely over-sized. Her butt was pronounced but, like her boobs, within the realm of reason. Then there were her legs. Her fine, chiseled thighs... he grew hard as he stared at her legs, complemented nicely by her round ass. He forced himself to look up at her face, and was not disappointed. The angular face was topped by long, flowing carmine-colored hair. He momentarily looked into her yellow eyes, then quickly moved on, unsettled by her piercing gaze and the vertical, bright violet slits that were her pupils. Much more comforting were her full, luscious lips which promised pleasures to those who would only meet them with their own.
Then she stepped outside the circle.
He was in big trouble. Somehow, he must have drawn the magic circle wrong or something. She spoke to him: "Did you really think a little bit of scribbling on the floor would be able to hold me? And on Halloween, of all days? You clearly haven't done this before, have you?" She had him under her spell, so that all he could do was shake his head. "Well, I'm grateful. It's been a long time since anybody as inexperienced as you dared to summon me. It feels great to finally be able to walk upon the earth again. As a token of my appreciation, I think I'll give you the full treatment. I'm starving for sex!"
Even as she spoke, he could see her literally dripping with desire. She opened her mouth and extended a long tongue. Radmila Maro had nothing on this demon: her tongue was much, much longer, so long that she could lick her sopping wet clit, as she was doing at that moment. He had no doubt she could pleasure herself thoroughly with it if she wanted to. She must have read his mind, as she caught his eye, gave him a wicked grin, and proceeded to thrust it up inside herself. He watched, entranced and further aroused, as she ran her tongue around the inside of her pussy, moaning with pleasure, before it slithered back out and up her body, leaving a trail of her juices in its wake. When it reached the level of her breasts, she curled it around one of them, squeezing it firmly, while she continued to watch him, still grinning. When she finally slid her tongue back in her mouth, the young man's prick was producing a steady dripping flow of precum.
"Before we start, strip." He did so, feeling kind of odd exposing himself to somebody for the first time since childhood when he was dressed and undressed by his parents. "Oh, and you're not even circumsized! How absolutely
adorable
!" She said this last word in a way that indicated that she meant something more lurid, though he didn't know how much it of a difference it could possibly make. "So: when you jack off, do you let it all out and clean it up, or are you the nice, clean type and pinch your foreskin shut when you cum?" He looked down, too embarrassed to answer. "Mmhmhmhm, don't worry, honey. I find that you neat types usually have the
nicest
fantasies and fetishes... if you know what I mean..." Again, she spoke the word "nicest" in a way that conveyed exactly what she meant. "In that case, I think you'l like what I have planned for you
very much
