Ivan disliked many things about his job but the fact that his office had a full bathroom with a shower was not one of them. He worked long hours and it was nice to have the option to clean up before leaving for the day. He was a man of about 35, of average height and slightly overweight as so often happens to men over 30 who spend most of their time behind a desk. He'd been poached by the Agency in grad school and the work was challenging and paid quite well though it came with the constant knowledge that one was working with mind readers on a regular basis. Fortunately he belonged to that, as his employer put it, "annoying 2%" of the population who was immune to direct mind control. That, at least, guaranteed he was incentivized both monetarily and otherwise. He rinsed the last of the shampoo out of his short, graying dark hair and goatee and stepped out of the shower and began to dry himself off. He looked for his glasses by the sink and, not finding them there, wrapped the towel around his waist and headed out to his office where he assumed he'd left them. His team should have all gone home by this time so he was genuinely surprised when the throaty, sultry voice of the woman lounging with her long legs propped up on his desk purred;
"Sycc'la parnathre mokk, draz'lecktor?" which Ivan's brain immediately translated to "
Looking for these, detective
" from the Infernal language of the Demons in his favorite urban fantasy series.
He nearly dropped the towel as his eyes followed the exquisitely manicured red and black nail down the pale throat and towards the admittedly breathtaking cleavage of his boss' secretary where his missing glasses were provocatively placed between. Jenna's usual office attire was...uplifting to be sure, her current outfit was above and beyond. Not only had she memorized a phrase from his favorite series, she was dressed in a positively flawless cosplay of Trixie Tribulation, the succubus femme fatale from the Henry Dexter: Demonologist Detective book series.
He couldn't stress the flawlessly enough. She hadn't missed a single detail from the spiked heel shoes resting on his desk to the sheer black stockings covering her shapely legs to the jet black pencil skirt that was almost too short to qualify, she looked as though someone had magically brought the fictional character to life. Her red hair was coiffed in a rolled 1940s style and perched atop it was Trixie's trademark pillbox hat with the barbed wire hatband. Two tiny curved horns poked out from the retro hairdo and he couldn't even speculate as to how she kept those on as he was too distracted by the fact that, as the character often did, she'd opted to forgo the actual top under her low cut jacket in lieu of just a lacy red bra with black trim. Her otherwise flawless chest was marred only by a thin, white scar, obviously achieved with makeup but good god was it well done.
"Sorry to drop in on you unannounced, detective." she purred crossing one leg over the other so he couldn't help but get an eyeful of exactly how stunning they looked in those stockings. "I found myself in rather urgent need of a man with your particular...talents." she added running her tongue across her blood red painted lips revealing the two small, porcelain fangs over her real canine teeth.
"Umm...Jenna..." Ivan began as he had a sneaking suspicion this was all a precursor to him being asked to do something but she interrupted him. She took her feet off of his desk and slowly rose from it ensuring he take in the show of her mostly bare torso beneath the black retro jacket as she removed his glasses and set them aside.
"Oh come on now, Dexter don't make me beg. The vampires have gotten bolder and made a move on my club earlier tonight." she said in the film noir bantering tone. "Obviously I'm still a looker but it took a lot of my own energy to heal this up," she said indicating the scar on her chest. The vampires moving on more traditionally demon held territories was a plot device they were setting up in the last book but hadn't fully divulged yet. Was she actually improvising this!? One pointed nail was laid on Ivan's collarbone and slowly trailed down his bare chest towards the towel at his waist.
"And what's that got to do with me, Trixie? You and I both know I can't trust you any further than I can throw you." Ivan couldn't help himself from falling into character.
"That's the beautiful thing about what I need, detective. No trust required." she pressed her nail gently into his stomach just above the towel and reached up to put those lusciously painted dick sucking lips a fraction of an inch from his ear and growled directly into it softly. "Ko brakkash del uktor thuul pas makiar krexus. (
and you know precisely what happens when a Succubus doesn't feed
)"
"W..why me, Trix?" he said as Henry hoping she didn't notice exactly how hard he was getting.
"Oh you know why, detective. You're the perfect choice. You've got just enough demon in you that I won't accidentally kill you when I feed off of you and you're just mortal enough that what you've got brewing down here..." with that she reached her hand down the front of his towel and began caressing his balls. "is human enough to actually do me some good magically." One deft flick of her wrist was enough to unfasten the towel and send it to the floor. She shrugged and said, "The choice is yours, of course, Henry." before running her tongue slowly up the length of the palm of her hand and reaching down between his legs to wrap it around his now extremely erect cock. "You can always turn a dame away but if you do I can't be responsible for what might happen if I have to feed on regular mortals." as she slowly stroked his shaft with her spit slicked hand she continued in the same low, sultry voice. "I mean sure, Henry Dexter could handle being fed on by a starving succubus but what about the poor, frustrated henpecked husband I find on the streets? Think he'll be so lucky? The unsuspecting family man who'd never even
dream
of stepping out on his old lady..." she gave a wicked, throaty chuckle, "...at least until a gal who looks like me starts peeling off her clothes and promising to do things to his cock his wife's never even thought of? You know me, detective. They just never can seem to say no once I'm bending over something for them."
"Threatening innocents is low even for a night creature like you."
"A single demoness in the big city's gotta do what she's gotta do, detective. I'm a succubus and succubi feed on mortals. Everyone in Nocturne City knows that Henry Dexter protects mortals and I'm telling you that you could save at least two or three lives right now tonight without leaving your office. All you have to do is take this," she squeezed his rock hard dick in her hand for emphasis. "and fuck me like a whore with it." she then grabbed the back of his head with her free hand and pulled him down for a rough kiss. The fangs lightly raked the surface of his tongue as she suckled it in her mouth before breaking the kiss, running her hand one last time down the length of his cock and turning away from him to walk back towards the desk. "Come on now, detective." she teased as she undid the one button holding her coat closed and slipped out of the garment leaving her only wearing her skirt and a bra. "You've been shot for this city, fought unseelie monsters for this city, banished eldritch horrors and a whole lot of other things way less pleasant than what I'm asking you to do now."
As she spoke she lowered her perfect, heart shaped ass onto the edge of the desk and pushed herself onto it. "All li'l ol' Trixie is asking you to do is cum for it." she added beckoning him towards her with one slender finger and slowly parted her legs. She even seemingly knew about Trixie Tribulation's aversion to panties. She reached back with her other hand and unfastened her bra which she playfully tossed at the advancing man as the breasts men used to pay money to jerk off to the sight of bounced free. She reclined decadently back into the top of his desk as the IT man with the aching erection stepped between her tantalizingly spread thighs. She grabbed his cock with a practiced hand and guided it right where she wanted it. She let out a giggling moan as he entered her. As he began to roll his hips she sighed and wrapped her arms around his neck. Looking him in the eye she said, "Nocturne City...ahh....appreciates your s..service, dectective..." She then began to buck her own hips up to meet his, dug her manicured nails into the skin of his bare back and groaned. "Now give, Trixie what she fucking needs."
Truth be told, Jenna actually kind of liked fucking Ivan. Between her years in the industry and her time working for The Agency, she'd been with many, many people from muscle bound Adonises to withered old men who needed bribing or who someone else needed blackmail material on. She'd do quite literally anything for her employer but Ivan she'd have probably still fucked on her own. She had a thing for chubby nerds and his being a fellow Henry Dexter fan was a definitely a plus. He had what she affectionately referred to as "boyfriend big dick". He certainly wasn't her boss or any of her former co-stars by any means but he had the sort of decently sized cock that didn't require any special tricks or skills to take the entirety of but which still hit everything that needed hitting. She wrapped her luscious legs around his waist as he began to thrust more roughly. Succubi in the Nocturnverse had a heightened sexual response and Jenna absolutely did not forget that detail nor the fact that Trixie was a notoriously loud screamer. Ivan groaned into her bouncing rack as she writhed and howled beneath him.
