Ever since the dawn of recorded history, Succubi have terrorized humans. Requiring human semen for sustenance, Succubi would attack men to feed off of their essence, leaving them dead in the process. However, this all changed about forty years ago. A coalition was formed by the Succubus leaders to encourage cooperation between Succubi and humans in order to provide a more sustainable environment for feeding off willing participants.
Now, Succubi are a part of everyday life. They have their own history classes taught in schools, they have their own TV networks, their own group sports, and many of them have even taken human men as life-long partners. This is one story that takes place in this world...
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I'm almost falling asleep at the wheel as I drive home from work.
Today was rough, there were so many orders going out at the warehouse that I barely had enough time to take even a ten-minute break. I was on my feet from the moment I showed up at 7, and sitting here in my car is the closest I've felt to comfort in the past nine hours.
I turn the AC on full blast, as cold as it can go, just to try to keep myself from dozing. Only ten more minutes until I'm home, and then I can finally just zone out and relax. I wonder if Freyalline cooked me up something nice. I must admit, not having to worry about doing any extra work at home makes the days seem a little less harsh. It's a massive weight off my shoulders knowing that there's no dishes, laundry, or cleaning I'd have to do at the end of a grueling shift.
I pull into the garage of my apartment building and head upstairs. Seventh floor, third door on the right. I put my keys into the slot and open the door, where I'm immediately welcomed home by the aroma of steak and vegetables, practically lifting me off my feet and enticing me through the doorway.
"Welcome home!" I hear a voice call out from the kitchen. I make my way towards the savory scents and see Freyalline standing there in her pink-plaid cooking apron. "Hi, Freya. Smells amazing in here, what's cooking?" I ask, eagerly eyeing the plate which is currently being filled with carrots, potatoes, and asparagus by the head chef.
"It's a filet. Should be done in just a minute, if you want to go and take a seat at the table. I'll bring it out for you." she says, opening the oven to check out the steak, which serves only to fill the air in the room with that glorious umami flavor.
"Thanks, let me just get changed," I say as I quickly head off to my room. I strip off all of the worries of the day and throw them into a hamper, before putting on a fresh pair of pajamas and a soft, clean t-shirt. Nothing compares to dinnertime after a long and painful work day.
I grab a glass of water and bring it back to the table. As I sit down, Freya comes in and places the plate of steak right in front of me. The aroma nearly knocks me into a dream. Freya is such a talented cook, which makes no sense considering she doesn't actually even eat any of the food she makes. She's told me before that she really just likes the smells, and I can't blame her.
She stands next to me and motions for me to dig in, which I gladly and hastily do. One bite in, and I'm immediately in heaven. The sweet yet salty taste coats my tongue and brings a smile to my face. "It's incredible, Freya. Thank you so much. I needed this today."
"Rough day?" Freya asks, to which I nod, mouth full of food. She grabs a hold of my shoulders and starts delicately rubbing them, a massage which squeezes out all of my stress and replaces it with bliss. "I can make it better," Freya says, right into my ear. Her closeness makes me shudder. "Mind if I grab a bite too?" she asks, sultry yet professional.
"Absolutely you can," I say, tilting my head to the side and looking into her deep purple eyes. "Great," she replies, kissing me gently on the cheek before lifting herself up and removing her apron, revealing the tight jeans and blouse covering her voluptuous form. In a moment she ducks down and is gone from my sight, until a familiar rubbing sensation forms at my crotch. I look down and see those purple eyes reflecting what little light they can back at me from under the table.
Freya and I aren't dating, although based on a lot of the activities we do together, you would guess that we were. Freya had been my roommate for about a year now, and in that time, I've had the chance to become very close to her.
Freyalline was a Succubus, the consequences of which she made very clear before moving into my apartment. She pays half the rent, and since she works for so few hours in the day, she takes time in the afternoons to clean and cook. All she requires in exchange for this is one meal a day from me, although she definitely knows how to convince me to feed her more.
Succubi like Freya are built almost exactly the same as human women, though with a few obvious differences. Freya happens to be a light-purple-skinned Succubus, which is quite a common shade for her particular ancestry. Not only that, but she was also voluptuous, as curvy as any woman could hope to be. Her body was as if it were chiseled by an artist who had direct access to my mind, able to contour and mold his marble into a form that would be irresistible to any man.
Even now as I sit at the dinner table and glance down at her gently stroking my thighs, I can't take my eyes off of her form. Her clothing was tight, not because she purchased clothing too small for her (though I imagine that she does that anyway, just to titillate me all the more), but because her curves were so prominent that they always threatened to tear the fabric apart at the seams.
As Freya pushes and pulls at the thin cloth of my pajamas currently covering my crotch, I take note of her heaving breasts held tightly behind buttons straining to contain them. If it weren't for her top button being undone, revealing a scrumptious amount of cleavage, I'm certain that they would pop.
As she sits politely on her knees in front of me, I notice too that her jeans contour to her shapely thighs and butt. Notably, a small hole is located between her back pockets for her thin tail to poke through. Her tail is wagging, no doubt in anticipation of the meal that she is about to receive.
I cut a piece of steak and place it in my mouth as Freya finally reaches her hand through the slit at the front of my pajamas to get closer to her serving utensil. She swiftly grips my cock and deftly pulls it through the fabric of my underwear, before the airy sensation of the kitchen finally touches my shaft as it is pulled free from my pants.
Just her touch is enough to send a slight shock into my spine, enough of one to stop chewing on my food as all of my attention is drawn to my penis. She strokes it all over as she usually does, ensuring that every inch of it is covered in her natural aphrodisiac. A heat wells up in my loins and begins spreading its way through my body, like a wave that emanates from my crotch. It spreads both up past my stomach and down through my thighs, leaving the affected areas completely relaxed and yet hopelessly aroused.
Suddenly, I feel a sharper twinge in my cock. I look back under the table and see that Freya has placed her long tongue directly on my frenulum. I've experienced the Succubus aphrodisiac quite a lot over the past year, but I still feel as though I'm never prepared for the jolt of the sensation. As her tongue touches the underside of my cock-head, a more powerful wave begins its spread, both faster and more emphatically than the one brought about by her delicate grip. Freya purposefully holds her tongue firm on that same spot, as I lean back in my chair as a wave of ecstasy begins spreading through my stiffening prick.
