Elizabeth here. It's finally time to do a succubus story again, this time with headpats, cuddling, and sexy cuteness. No horror or bad endings, just lovely cuteness and headpats. Mmmm, headpats... Enjoy!
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It was the middle of the night. Evan, a young man with ruffled dark hair, bolted awake and upright when he heard his bedroom door open and orange light shone in his face. He thought his house was empty and dark. But, the hallway light was on, and his groggy, unfocused eyes made out a dark figure framed by the bright orange light of the hallway. A girl, but she had something on her back and on top of her head too.
"Hey, you look cute!" she said. Her voice was cute and... sort of ditzy?
"Huh?" Evan said. His eyes were refocusing. Did she have wings?
"I'm Clover. Wanna have sex?" she said. She flipped the light switch by the door. Evan's eyes were focused, and he saw her white underwear-clad form clearly now. She was short, busty, and had shiny, black, batlike wings protruding from her back. And there was a pair of curled, white horns sticking out of her pink hair. The tips were blunt. She took a step forward: her breasts jiggled in their silk bra. Every part of her body was exposed, save for what was under her silk bra and panties.
Evan pressed his back against the wall behind his bed. He had no idea why she was here, and had no idea how to react. Having a sudden intruder was strange enough, but she was cute, horny, and apparently not human, which just made it weirder. "No," he stuttered out. His mind was made up, even though she was cute.
Clover frowned. "Please?" she asked.
"No," Evan said.
"But it's fun!" she pleaded.
"No. Just, no."
"Dangit," Clover said. She turned around, exposing her long, shiny, black tail, and began to walk away. Evan was first fixated on her legs, but then he saw the tail, and stared at the pointed heart-shaped tip as it waved in the air behind her. She soon left his field of view, and the sound of footsteps faded. Was that it?
Evan got out of bed, still in his pyjamas, and searched his house for her presence. But, she was gone. He wondered if Clover was actually human, but knew for a fact that the tail, wings, and horns were definitely real.
At least he was alone in his house now. He made sure all of his windows and doors were locked—a few windows were unlocked, that must have been how she got in—and went back to bed.
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The next day was Saturday, so Evan had nothing to do but relax. He had planned on sleeping in. But at eight in the morning, two hours before his alarm was supposed to go off, he woke up to the smell of chocolate cake. He jolted upright again, like he did last night. His door was closed. There were footsteps in the kitchen. Not again.
He opened his bedroom door, and walked down the carpeted stairs in the hallway. The sweet, warm smell of freshly baked chocolate cake was getting stronger. When he was at the bottom, he turned to the kitchen.
Clover was in his kitchen, still wearing her white bra and panties, though now there was some flour stuck to the left side of her body and some chocolate icing on her hands. She was using a butter knife to put unhealthy amounts of chocolate icing on a large chocolate cake. The kitchen was filled with the signs of messy cooking: spilled flour, drops of batter all over the counter, and unwashed bowls and cups. Evan stood at the entrance of his kitchen, and Clover turned to face him.
"Just finished the cake," she said. "Breakfast is ready!" She gestured towards the messy chocolate cake, and at a mug of steaming hot chocolate on the other counter.
"Why are you in my house?" Evan asked. After the surprise last night, the shock of seeing someone in his house was starting to fade.
"I wanna fuck," she said as she licked some icing off her finger. "Sweets always get people in the mood! So I made you breakfast."
"Why though?"
"I'm a horny demon, it's just what I do!" Clover said with a smile. "So, want some sweet chocolate cake? Hot chocolate too? There's chocolate ice cream in the freezer. Anything to get your mood up!"
Evan wanted her to leave, but the cake, messy as it was, looked good. She looked good too: busty, nearly nude, her demonic bits, and that cute ditziness she had...
He focused on the cake again and tried to ignore his slowly lengthening erection. "Sure," he said. "I'll have some cake." He didn't plan on having sex, but he wanted to see where this would go. And it was free breakfast.
Clover smiled. "Great!" She pointed at the round dining table with one icing-adorned hand. "Have a seat, I'll cut it up and bring you some. Want ice cream with it?"
"Sure," he said. He didn't remember buying ice cream; she must have done that.
Evan sat at a soft chair at his dining table while Clover readied a plate of cake and ice cream, as well as a fork, knife, and spoon. She set the plate, utensils, and the steaming mug of hot chocolate on the table in front of him. The slice was huge, a bit messy, and it had tons of icing. There were melted pieces of chocolate inside of it. She bowed next to him. Her breasts jiggled in their bra. "Enjoy," she said.
Evan took a bite of cake. It was wonderfully sweet, and so was the ice cream. The hot chocolate just made it better. So much chocolate. He loved it.
"Enjoying it?" Clover asked.
"Yep," Evan said. "It's great. Thanks."
"I'll have some too," she said, and she rushed to the kitchen to get a plate of cake and ice cream for herself. She sat down across from Evan, and rubbed her hands together in glee before she started eating. Evan took occasional glances of her cleavage while her gaze was directed at the cake.
