Succubus Weekend

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2025 PennameWombat

The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

This is my very late, just under the wire entry for the

Literotica 2025 Valentine's Day Erotic Story Contest

and the

2025 Pink Orchid Story Event

.

Co-authors Bailey Jones and Carly Smith write spicy novels that are getting them plenty of fans. But their not-so-hidden secret is that their personal love lives are far from their imagined pleasures. They decide they need to try something different to prepare for their next book.

Tags:VALENTINES DAY 2025, PINK ORCHID 2025, Anal Sex, Bareback, Being Watched, Butt Plug, Costume, No Panties, Public Sex, Straight Sex

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Wednesday Sonata

"I got my copy of 'Hidden Diamonds,'" the voice said through the laptop's speaker as the dark haired young woman on the screen waved her right hand, "so that's wrapped. I've got just the idea for the next book."

"Uh, we already have the next book started. Sequel to 'Rage of Dragons.'"

"No. Keep up, Bailey babe," the disembodied voice snapped, "since we're gonna do romantasy, we do something different."

"Uh, Carly. We made some bank on that dragon. Well, dragons and goblins and a very horny elf."

"Every dork with a keyboard and their sister, brother, second and third cousins, hell, their grandmothers, are writing dragons. Too crowded, 'Rage' hasn't done the numbers it SHOULD'VE done. We need to branch out. Get our own romantasy line going. With a twist."

Bailey let out a slow sigh, a quick chuckle back at her through the speaker. "Twist?

"We have a succubus. With lustrous raven hair and deepest black wings and the most amazing tits men have ever seen—-."

"Uh, that last part...," Bailey jumped in with an amused lilt.

Carly growled and glared. "As I was saying, amazing tits. But she lives in a land where if the sun shines for three days straight, people panic. Grey. Dreary. And our lovely, sensual succubus is in trouble. Her last few hunts have been, well, disappointing. Men and a woman not worthy of her talents. But worse, souls full of moss and not to the standards her infernal bosses demand."

Bailey offered intermittent hums during the breathy introduction. She jumped in when Carly paused to inhale and pointed at the screen.

"Raven hair. Dreary skies. Sounds like uh, I might've met this succubus. Definitely incompetent when it comes to choosing someone to fuck. As to living in the dreariest place on Earth, she always moans about that but never does anything."

The last part of her statement was punctuated by jabbing a forefinger at the screen and spoken in an amused tone.

"Gathering souls might be plenty of fun, but not like it pays well. Inheriting this house means," Carly said as she leaned to her right and pulled an item into view, "she has money to buy plenty of sex toys."

Dark hair shook as she held the strap on harness as its attached beige dildo shook.

"And this," she held up a black butt plug and thumbed a switch on its base, "and it lights up and vibrates. Can control it with an app on my phone."

Bailey shook her head and let out a laugh. "She needs those because she's not finding any proper souls to take."

"Fortunately, our beautiful raven-haired succubus with the awesome tits—-."

"I'm still not clear on that last part," Carly interjected, "we're obviously not talking about the same succubus."

"Fortunately," Carly said firmly as she set the toys beside herself on the sofa, "our succubus knows another succubus. This one has red hair and her wings are blood red. But she thinks awesome tits aren't awesome because she's too used to looking at her own very mediocre chest in the mirror, and she hopes every set is as lame as hers."

"Ah, a succubus with red hair, now, SHE does have an awesome rack," Bailey said as she cupped her breasts through her shirt.

"Hah. If she tries to wear a bra that belongs to our raven-haired succubus, they get lost in all the room in there. But, we're getting away from the point."

"What point? The first succubus is obsessed with sex toys and delusional about her boobs—-."

"That first point I'll concede. Only the first point. But the REAL point is that the red-haired succubus is in a position to take care of their mutual 'we need a soul or we're getting sucked back to hell' issue."

"She is? Huh?"

The screen flipped to a picture of a handsome young man, his light brown hair cut stylishly short. His body was slim with well-defined muscles. The exposed skin from his waist to his upper thighs was a degree lighter than the tan on the rest of his body. He seemed to be wrapped in a hazy aura.

The picture was from an odd angle, like the lens had been very low, and at a bit of an angle from his left. Something overlaid the top right corner, like an obstruction over that part of the lens. The subject held a beer can wrapped in a cozy in his right hand. It appeared he was speaking to another person, just a disembodied hand holding its own beer.

"Say what?" Bailey exclaimed. "That's—-."

"Trevor. At least that's the name you gave me."

"How'd you get that picture? I've never seen it. I only sent you—-."

"Ones with clothes. Boring. Not important. This is him, right?"

"Uh, yeah. That's him. All of him."

Oh, shit, Bailey managed to not say. The background. One of the undeveloped hot springs in the mountains an hour or so away. Which explained the angle. Taking photos was very definitely against the unwritten rules. Only 'thou shalt not wear bathing suits' was more stringent.

"And you, Bailey Jones, multiply award nominated co-author of the spiciest romance novels around at the moment, have NOT fucked this incredible hunk o'meat."

"Um, no. Haven't even managed, uh, a date."

Marta. Yeah, had to have been her. Back in November. Bailey remembered passing on her frenemy's invitation, for some perfectly reasonable reason based on who was making the invitation, but obviously massively stupid reason based on who'd been there. Had Marta done more than sneaky photos? Doubtful, or the bitch would've never shut up about it.

"So we have two succubuses, or, um, is it succubi? In any case, we need to collect a soul. And the hottest, juiciest, hunkiest one around is lusting after your scrawny ass. And you haven't jumped him. And that's our solution."

"Solution?"

"I have it on good authority," Carly said as her voice slowed and went husky, "that he's single. Right?"

"So far as I know," Bailey said as she didn't mention Marta, "where's this going?"

"Straight into your bedroom," Carly said as she held up the strap-on and the video returned to her face and torso, "you, me, him, this. Gonna double up on each other while he pounds both of us one after the other. Haven't dug up if he's into, you know..."

She held the strap-on at her waist and thrust forward and back a couple of times, a broad grin on her face.

"Wait," Bailey said and held her right hand up, palm facing the screen, "you. Me. Him?"

Carly tossed the strap-on to her right and leaned left. When she straightened she had one set of glossy, leathery wings in each hand. One set so dark they seemed to Bailey more of a hole in space, visible only because they were outlined in a red almost as deep. The second set red, but they seemed to float in space with a black outline.

"I'm flying down to your land of sunshine in the morning, and we've got the awards show day after, on Valentine's. You tell Trevor that you apologize 'cuz your ass is scrawny and your tits questionable, but assure him your raven-haired succubus friend has an awesome chest and a sweet, round ass, and he should come over tomorrow and we'll, let's just say that I have quite the imagination when it comes to what we'll be doing. Over and over. And we'll get our soul."

Bailey made a gruff sound in her throat as Carly waved the wings and grinned on the screen.

"I'm gonna let some of that go, but invite him over?"

"He knows you write the books, right?"

"Yeah, it came up when I was doing that freelance tech writing gig. How we met. But he said he hasn't read any."

"So you didn't tell him he's in 'Hidden Diamonds?'" Carly held up a book with a cover showing three people, two women and a man. The latter with an undeniable resemblance to the Trevor under discussion. "That we've already imagined and written him having incredible sex? Good."

"No. And what's with the wings?"

"We're gonna LARP the show. And this weekend. We've got that reading and signing on Saturday, day after the show, right?"

"I managed to get two, afternoon and evening, different places. So long as you're in town, one trip. I checked, both got the new books. They'll put 'em on display Saturday morning after the awards show and just before the readings."

"Cool. We'll read 'Rage' and the new one, and hopefully sign a bunch people buy. But we're gonna tease the shit out of 'Way of the Succubus' to everyone. Had Cale dummy up a cover to make a banner. And we're going to get past our mutual dry spells. We'll wear the wings, and I've got our whole getups, for each day. We'll get nasty nasty with Trevor, try out everything we've described him as doing. But for real. Then we'll take him to the shows where we'll be decked out full succubus, show off our prey. He's cover worthy, plenty of attention. But you need to check something."

"Check? You mean your sanity?"

"My picture's part of the definition of sane," Catly said and she offered a hard glare when Bailey laughed, "anyway. We're succubuses. Succubi. We fuck skin on skin. Fluids. So many sticky, gooey hopefully yummy fluids. Your IUD's top shape? Don't want little imps running around. Least not yet."

"Your picture IS in that dictionary definition. With the caption 'not her.'"

"Anyway. We'll highlight our succubus book—-."

"That we haven't even started writing!"

"Got an outline," Carly said and held both wings with one hand so she could tap the keyboard in front of her, "and now you have it."

Bailey's laptop chirped. A tiny notification popped up in the lower corner. 'New email from Carly.'

"Besides," Carly said, "if we do the next few days right, we'll just need to describe what we get up to."

"I, uh, I am speechless," Bailey said, "this is the most insane plan you've ever come up with. We're not writing a book, we're living it."

"LARPing it. Look, I'm horny as hell. Been frigging myself raw, after the last few disasters. We're just this far," Carly held her thumb and forefinger apart and closed the gap slowly, "from being able to dump the side-gigs and just pump out novels. But, goddamn, we're poster children for 'those who can't do, teach!' We could walk out of the awards show Friday with best Couples sex scene and maybe even Open Door of the Year, and I've lost track last time I blew a load while I had my legs wrapped around a hot dude's naked ass. Or even a chick's head! Tired of only my imagination getting a workout and not my pussy. And next to the definition of 'dating' is your picture, with the caption 'not her.'"

Bailey looked past the screen as her eyes lost focus.

"So. Succubuses," she said as her gaze returned to the screen, but without firm focus.

"Yeah. We'll alternate, dragons and succubeses. Romantasy high and urban. Urbantasy? Hell, if we can establish a new sub-genre, our tickets will arrive. Our horses will be punched. Or however those go. Whatever. So just get him to come over. That's kinda key. Get the juices flowing tomorrow. Literally. Gushing."

Bailey closed her eyes, shook her head, and let out an amused breath. "I think urbantasy exists. But. What if he doesn't want to?"

"C'mon, Bailey. LARP it. Ignore however you normally fail to seduce a guy and do it like we write it, those scenes where we suck a guy into his doom, or well, into our beds. Same same this case. Just I R L. Besides, way you talk about him, he's interested. Twofer."

Carly set the wings off screen to her left. Then tapped her keyboard.

Bailey's laptop chirped again and she looked at the notification. It was a phone number, email address, and WhatsUp messenger ID.

"Just in case you DIDN'T already have those in your phone," Carly said and smirked.

"I'm gonna look at the outline, go masturbate or something. Maybe it'll calm you down."

Carly reached to her right and a buzzing sound came through the speakers before she held up a running pink vibrator with a clit nub. Bailey hurriedly brushed the track pad to set the cursor.

"One step ahead'a ya, as usual," Carly said as she uncrossed her legs and grabbed the hem of her denim miniskirt that'd previously offered a barrier of discretion during the video call, "already commando. Watch. Learn how a real woman pleasures herself."

"No," Bailey said, "bye!"

She slammed her finger down on the button and the video window disappeared, but not before a flash of something dark and a cut-off moan burned into her brain.

Wednesday Coda

BaileyFabulist: Hey, Trevor. Busy? This Bailey J. Got a minute?

Bailey looked at the WhatsUp screen. Maybe he was busy with Marta. Whether she should murder or thank that chick... well. Hd Carly somehow gotten the photo from her? Those two in touch wasn't a pleasant thought.

TrevorBard: Oh, my favorite redhead Romance author. For you, many minutes as you want.

Oh. Shit. Character. Be the sultry main character.

BF: I got an offer, or, deal? Request?

Yeah. That was solid. Grr.

TB: <face with hand on chin> Hmm. Sounds intriguing. Should I make out my will before?

Breathe. Yeah. In. Out.

BF: Might be fitting. You've done LARP, right?

TB: I haven't forgotten I promised to take you to a couple of Ren Faires in the summer. And yeah, I have a lute and I know how to play it. So, yeah. Got something sooner in mind?

BF: Gonna hold you to that, but yeah. Well, you remember me mentioning Carly?

TB: The brunette half of Smith Jones, right? You showed me pics and couple videos. Oh yeah, finally read one of your books.

Shit. Well, no, he can't have seen 'Hidden Diamonds' yet.

BF: Uh, you did? Which one?

TB: Rage of Dragons, what else? I liked the hot blooded elf maiden seducing the evil prince's uncle to get the pass code to get past the guards and into the castle. Then she seduced the evil prince's brother to learn where the prisoners were. And slipped them slow poison through their, well, members. Then she seduced the guard and left him unconscious in a toilet. And then she seduced the dragon trapped in the body of a man and released him from his curse and she jumped on his back and they burned shit down. After she'd worked out the only way to break the curse was to roll over and offer her ass in the air.

BF: Ok, yeah. You definitely read it.

TB: Might try another one. You have a new one coming out?

Oh. Shit. No. Back catalog. Back catalog!

BF: Yeah. This weekend. But that last scene's part of my what's up.

TB: <open mouthed grin> <eggplant> <peach> <leering grin>

Oh, FUCK! Yeah. THAT scene! ARGH!

BF: Oh, hell! No. Wait. Yes, well, uh, yes. Maybe. ARGH! Wait.

"AAARRRGGGHHH!" Good thing Mrs. Dabney next door was all but deaf.

BF: Starting over. Kinda. You know about the SoWest Romance Writers Awards, I mentioned them?

TB: Yeah, told me about the nominations. Gonna win?

BF: That scene you just mentioned, with Marimel and Dramond, is definitely running strong, so, yeah, just might. And, what you said. Carly's coming to town tomorrow, she'll be here for the weekend, for the awards Friday and some book signings next day.

TB: Ah, do I get to meet her?

Now... or never. Be Marimel. Go for it.

BF: If you want... that gets to my... request. Do you have plans for your soul?

TB: My soul? If the price is high enough, for sale.

BF: Me and Carly are going to do a new romantasy line. It's going to be about succubuses. Or, uh, succubi? Urban romantasy.

TB: You're the writer. I barely speak English, much less Latin, why we hired you for that job. But yeah. Never surprising to have a succubus or two running around at the Ren Faires. I like the idea. When I bought Rage of Dragons, there was screen after screen of dragon stuff.

BF: Yeah. That's the point. Anyway, uh, Carly has succubus costumes for me and her, wings, all that. And we think it would be awesome if we could have a Bard to be our, uh, victim. Do a full LARP for the awards show and the signings, play up our new book series. Course, we haven't finished writing it yet! So encouragement for us and publicity.

TB: So, Friday night? Saturday? I could do that. No probs.

Marimel. Be Marimel.

BF: That's not all. Since we're succubuses, we wanted to, uh, start Thursday <eggplant> <pussy cat> <eggplant> <peach> <skull and crossbones> <devil>

TB:...

Oh, shit. I've screwed it—-.

TB: You mean as succubuses you need to steal my soul by fucking me to death? Starting tomorrow. I get the gig until Sunday? Or until I'm dead, whichever first.

Oh. Holy. Fuckballs.

BF: Yeah. Carly flies in about noon... come at, uh, five?

TB: <brunette woman> + <man> + <redhead woman>?

Oh. Holy double fuckballs. Breathe. Breathe. There it is. Full color.

BF: <brunette woman> + <man>

BF: <redhead woman> + <man>

BF: <brunette woman> + <man> + <redhead woman>

BF: <brunette woman> + <redhead woman> + <man> <eyes>

TB: <movie camera>? For me to watch when <devil> has soul?

Oh. Fuckity. Why'd she send that last one? Not like she and Carly didn't sometimes model what they were writing, but they weren't really. Be Marimel.

BF: <thumbs up>

TB: Think I'm already dead. Or dreaming. Hope the alarm doesn't suddenly go off.

BF: <smile with tongue> If a dream, both dreaming. But, uh, hey. Sorry to ask. Carly wants skin. Fluids. We write hot, nasty sex scenes. Doing them, uh, well, not lately, anyway. And we're uh, no little imps. Safe.

Maybe now fucked it.

TB: I'm so clean I squeak.

BF:???

TB: Couple months back, group bike ride. One of the guys hit gravel on a downhill run, lost control and hit the guardrail and a sign. Compound fracture his arm, blood spurting, got hit in the face. Had to have a total, I mean total, workup after that. Your friend Marta offered few times, my hand only thing that's touched me since. She's a bit odd. Sorry. I know she's your friend.

That bitch. That total slut!

BF: More frenemy. Probly best.

TB: And her advice if I tell her what you just asked?

BF: Don't do that. Please.

TB: Have zero worry. Hopefully paths won't cross. One last question, before I sign away my soul.

Shit. Have I thought anything but 'shit shit shit' this conversation?

BF: Ask away.

TB: No one's going to slip me poison, like, you know, how your elf did?

Oh. Argh. Be Marimel, but don't TOTALLY be Marimel!

BF: Oh, well. We'll save that if you misbehave <winking grin>

TB: Ah. Be on my best behavior. Five tomorrow, got a couple minor things I will switch around next few days. Hopefully I can get my will updated before then.

BF: We really need your soul. Bosses downstairs getting tired of us not bringing em in. Like I said, too much talking, not enough doing way too long.

TB: So. Three days with two women who have the sickest imaginations I've ever come across. After which I end up tortured for eternity in hell. Not seeing a downside. You really want me to go full LARP for Friday and Saturday?