Stepsister Succubus: Bonus
Peter smiled as he made his way up to the bedroom, humming to himself. Maria was there, waiting for him, leaning against the door.
"I don't think they'll be back for a few hours," he said, referring to his son Marc and Stepdaughter Sofia, and Marc's Girlfriend Chaney.
"The movie is only two hours long," Maria remarked.
"Yeah, but they'll go back to Chaney's, like they said they would... and they'll be doing a bit more than 'hanging out'."
Maria chuckled knowingly as she beckoned Peter into the bedroom, her own smile as radiant and alluring as ever.
They were waiting for this opportunity, Maria was at least, to have the house alone for a few hours, instead of having to go out somewhere private. Marc and Sofia normally had the run of the place.
He shut the door behind him, and the two proceeded to embrace each other, sharing a passionate kiss. Their tongues mingled together, and their hands explored one another, Peter making sure to get a good handful of Maria's ass.
Her aroma was pleasant, as it was always, and he gently twisted his lips to hers, before the kiss broke.
"You've still got it, you know~" Maria remarked.
"Got what~?" Peter asked coyly.
"You're just as good a kisser as ever~" she giggled, and then slowly peeled away, giving him a good show as she removed her shirt, her bellydancer-like moves drawing his gaze effortlessly, and eliciting a response in his loins immediately.
He slowly started stripping himself, first ditching his shirt, and then sitting down to take off his shoes. He wasn't quite the seducer, he didn't make much of a show like Maria did, but he could still feel her gaze on his back, admiring his every inch.
"I can see where Marc gets his looks~" she said.
He rolled his eyes a little.
"Well, you know what they say, Apple doesn't fall far from the tree," he said somewhat wryly.
She paused, and then crawled over to him as he was getting his other shoe off, laying her hands on his shoulders.
"Are you still grumpy with me?" she inquired.
"Over you fucking my son?" he said, looking over his shoulder at her with a dry look.
She gave him an apologetic look.
"You expected it, you know," she reminded. "The more you learned about me, the more you understood my hunger and desires."
He sighed, and leaned against her, feeling her bust, still covered by her bra, squashing against his back pleasantly.
"I guess I just felt I had to guard him as my son," he explained. "You know, how you're supposed to as a father. But... he is an adult now, he can make those decisions. And I know you, Maria. I know you didn't do it out of spite, that's not how your kind works."
"Oh, we can be
incredibly
spiteful, when we want to," she admitted, and then leaned in to peck his ear. "But you know where my heart lies. I love Marc. But I love you too. I didn't marry you just because I could. You are my Soul Mate, and if there's one person I want to spend a lifetime with, between hunting and working, it's
you~
"
He turned his head a little more, and smiled; such twisted logic, but he knew that's how she worked, how succubi lived. Was it human sentiment? Not exactly... but he loved her just as much, and respected her desires. After all, she'd tried to set him up with a threesome with another lovely woman, but he had declined. It was his choice.
Though he was mighty tempted to accept.
"I guess I've still got some lingering human morality," he teased.
"You should get rid of it, it makes things boring~" she joked in return, pecking him on the lips.
"You are a bad influence on me, Maria~"
The two shared a laugh, Peter fully aware of how messed up their relationship was, at least when looking from an outside perspective.
But it was also a human perspective, and not so easily applicable to what he had with Maria, and what Marc had with Sofia. It was more... complicated.
Peter did know one thing for absolute certain though; he'd never been happier in his life, and he'd never seen Marc happier.
And Maria and Sofia were both incredibly warm. Would he indulge his stepdaughter? Probably not, at least not now. He didn't know what the future would bring, but for Peter, he was content to be with Maria. And she always made time for him, her favourite energy source.
"At least you went on that trip with your friends," Sofia said. "You needed it."
"Yeah, that I did," he agreed. "But you know what I need right now~?"
Maria narrowed her eyes knowingly, grinning in that devious way of hers.
"Oh, I know~ I can feel it~"
In more ways than one, Peter knowing she was probing his mind... and reaching around to fish his cock out of his pants, and wrap delicate fingers around his girth, peeling back his foreskin and rubbing her thumb to his glans. Her touch was silky precise, and it drew a sigh from his lips as she got to work teasing him.
He still had his pants on mostly... but she chuckled deviously and suddenly pulled him onto the bed and pushed him down again, pulling his pants and underwear off entirely, leaving him naked and her clad only in her black silk lingerie.
He admired her look, drinking in her olive-tanned visage and her womanly curves.
She stood over him, and crossed her arms beneath her bust.
"So... what do you have in mind for tonight~?" she asked, lifting a foot and gently teasing his cock with her stocking-clad toes.
He sighed, but in that moment, he knew what he wanted from her.
"I want to see the real you, Maria~ And tonight, I want to submit to you~"
Her eyes widened slightly, and then they narrowed as a devilish grin crossed her lips.
She reached behind herself to unclip her bra, and daintily dropped it onto the floor by the bed. She stepped out of her panties, and teasingly draped them across his helm before tossing them aside also. Her stockings were the last to go.
Now she was naked, and grinning at him with a wicked, knowing look.
"You wish to make a deal with the devil~?" she crooned.
"Already have, haven't I~?" he teased back.
Maria chuckled, but he saw a familiar look cross her face; warm, gentle, loving.
Then, she arched her back and tilted her head towards the ceiling, loosing a pleasured sigh.
Peter blinked his eyes in reflex, feeling like they'd gone blurry, Maria losing focus and clarity.
Truth was, the world around him was still completely clear, and Maria was simply altering her form.
He saw bulges in the blurry blob that was her appearance form along the sides of her head, and stretch out from behind her back and her waist. Her overall colour shifted from that lovely olive tan, to a rich maroon.
More, he felt the heat in the room rise a little as her shift progressed, and then, the blur faded, and he laid eyes upon his wife.
He almost whistled in appreciation, even though he'd seen her like this more than once before; her eyes were now a bright purple colour, slit pupils narrowed in fixation upon him. Long, flat horns curled out, then forward, from the sides of her head, their tips finally pointing upwards and glowing with a similar violet magnificence.
Dark, leathery wings fanned out behind her, flexing experimentally, a subtle pulsing wave of infernal magic illuminating otherwise invisible runes on the membranes of her wings.
A flexible tail with clubbed tip snaked its way down from the base of her spine, and grazed over Peter's legs sensually, brushing against his penis.
His eyes saw her hands, how their nails had grown longer, and claw-like, adding to the infernal qualities she possessed.
She licked her lips, her tongue pointier than before, her lips themselves a darker shade of maroon, and glossy, giving her the appearance of wearing lipstick.
Her nipples were equally dark, and firmly erect.
A glowing sigil pulsed upon her belly, one she had added after she married him, though she said it was purely a personal reminder, the flowing, symmetrical lines no 'womb tattoo', reminding Peter more of a jellyfish fanning out to form a bell silhouette. Though obviously a lot more demonic and, well, elegant than a jellyfish.
Maria's expression, however, was warm and affectionate; she loved it whenever he asked to see her like this.
"You look stunning~" Peter complemented, feeling incredibly lucky that he was married to this incredible woman, this magnificent creature. So wicked and treacherous, so tender and loving.
"I remember how you looked when I first showed you~" Maria said, her voice taking on a slight reverb, like there was another layer, and equally sensual. "You were shocked, but you didn't panic~ First you were stunned... and then you couldn't stop looking at me~"
The memory was still fresh in his mind, from when they were dating. She came clean, and told him everything. He naturally didn't believe her, but there was an earnestness in her voice that made him not see her as crazy. And a few other things about her that seemed unusual.
So he humoured her... and there she was, in all her demonic brilliance.
It was a harrowing moment for her... he could have rejected her, given her nature, her promiscuity and instinctual desire for diverse prey, and the need to sustain herself on other humans to begin with.
But she was earnest, she seemed genuine... and she had not proven Peter wrong yet.
"I'd never seen anything more beautiful and amazing, that's why~" he answered, and it made Maria laugh beautifully.
