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Chapter 6: Scheduling Conflicts
Todd's eyes snapped open some time later to the sound of a loud knock on his door. In the space between blinks, his screen had gone from showing an in-progress minigame to being on a screensaver. He stood and stretched, back popping, and saw that his clock had jumped forward by a couple of hours, too. Lunch at the cafeteria was already out of the question, but since breakfast had been good he was still doing well.
The knock came again, insistent. "Hold on, hold on. I'm coming." No, I'm not until tonight, have to stick to the plan. His thoughts almost made him crack up as he opened the door. The temptation left him as the door swung open, as the person standing there was most certainly not who he was expecting. People. There were two women waiting there, one of whom he recognized. Erin the Houri, white wings and halo practically glowing with anticipation. Her tight and pert body was shown off once again by a bikini top and daisy dukes. What was interfering with her showing off was the other woman with her.
Simply put, Erin was hot. Standing next to her, however, was someone objectively much hotter in almost every way. Taller? Yes, by a couple of inches. Fitter? Also yes, her body not merely firm but showing a four-pack and some nice muscle. Bustier? Definitely, sporting two definite handfuls of perky flesh. Sexier? Very much so. From the tip of her horns to the end of her tail, her entire body oozed sex appeal. A Succubus stood there, focused on him and him alone, and he could feel her presence immediately causing him to tent his pants and rethink his dedication to the schedule he had so recently set himself. The fact that her shirt was both so sheer as to be nonexistent and ended barely past the point of decency didn't help him, either, plus her leggings looked more like a coat of paint. "Todd, is it? My name is May, and I'd like some of your time."
Even her voice was designed to enter the ear, entirely bypass the brain, and stimulate the balls directly. "Uh... that's me..." she walked right in, brushing him as she came through into his room. Her skin was smooth, even the touch of her wing lingering and seductive. Her clawed feet made a measured tick, tick, tick sound on the cheap flooring.
Wait, claws? She's a GREATER Succubus?
It seemed impossible, but there she was. In the bountiful flesh. Her tail was longer than her Lesser brethren, her mouth shark-toothed, her feet clawed. If the rumors were true, not only was she twice as good in bed, but she didn't need physical touch to cause immense pleasure. Or to drain life.
She was speaking. "... and if Erin says you're that good, well, I had to give you a try." May, the Greater Succubus, smiled. The motion conveyed many things. A primal hunger for exactly what you were thinking. A simple joy in the same. An unbelievable amount of danger. "Nobody around here has been able to give me a good, satisfying orgasm in too long. They just can't last long enough. Erin does her best, but sometimes I need a dick. If you take your clothes off, mine will follow."
Todd's shirt hit the ground in record time. His pants were off before it finished fluttering. May's clothes were off almost as quickly. She was obviously looking forward to this, almost literally dripping with anticipation. People will say the clothed body looks best. Those people have never met a Succubus, much less a Greater one. Her clothing didn't so much conceal and enhance as it did restrain the power of her body. His eyes were huge as the hypnotic bounce of her chest came into direct view, as her broad and smooth hips swayed. She turned around, wings spread, tail sensuously moving, and bent over at the waist to lean against the window. "Come here, big boy. Let's see if you can use that thing for real."
Todd took the two steps forward to get to her and sank his hands into her waiting behind, squeezing and feeling their inviting softness. Rather than sinking straight in, he then pulled her back up, his chest to her back as her wings attempted to embrace him, and kissed her neck. His instincts were feeding him information now that he had a chance to think, and what a wealth they were giving. Here was a woman who well and truly loved sex. She loved lovemaking, she loved it rough, she loved rubs and kisses and cum. She did not resent her body's urges. At all. The key to her pleasure would simply be to keep up the pressure. To give her all of the sensations she craved, everywhere.
His hands snuck up to firmly grasp her wondrous breasts, sinking in like they were being pulled there. Under his palms, he could feel her large and absurdly sensitive nipples pressing back against them, encouraging him to not hold back. To pull harder, maul them more and more. In under a minute she had gone from practically dripping to literally doing so, pushing herself against him, her tail coming to wrap around his waist. Both of their instincts were aiming for the same thing, and seconds later he was sinking his length directly into her eager pussy.
The feel of being inside of her was unreal. It went beyond dexterity, more like he had plugged every nerve ending of his dick directly into a pure pleasure generator. Without thought he plunged all the way to the hilt, her body instantly adapting and setting itself to both give and take the absolute maximum sensation possible. Her muscles grabbed on and started immediately working, and as he began to fight the urge to explode into her immediately he realized that he made one critical mistake.
He could not orgasm into her. Not for another two days. Not if he wanted his carefully-constructed timelines and equations to hold up. Meanwhile, the bliss being beamed directly into his brain by way of his dick was so strong his body was beginning to pound into her by pure autopilot. He wanted it to continue to its logical conclusion, rapidly. He NEEDED it to not.
The solution was simple, if not easy. He needed to make her cum, quickly and powerfully enough to satisfy a Greater Succubus, and he needed to not be inside of her when she did so. That was pretty much 100% guaranteed to pull an orgasm out of him whether he wanted to or not. In order to do that, in turn, he could not simply be passively obeying her instructions. He had to take control, quickly, and that meant becoming the aggressor.
His body disagreed. It wanted to keep pounding into her, to keep swimming in the pure bliss of her body, and Todd found it took a herculean effort of will to get it to do anything else. When his arms wrapped tightly around her, he could feel her wicked smile as she knew she had won. He thrust hard into her, as deep as he could go, and somehow managed to keep a hold of himself. Suddenly shifting sideways, stepping inward with his leg, he deliberately fell towards his bed and pulled her with him. May's surprised gasp told him he had the barest opening to seize the moment, and seize it he did.
The flurry of motion and tangle of limbs ended with him positioned between her delicious thighs, this time tongue-first as he assaulted her clit directly. Her gasp of surprise turned rapidly into a rising vocalization of pleasure, one which kept going as he brought his right hand up. One, two, three fingers inserted rapidly, and there he found what he was searching for. On a Human woman, the g spot was an excellent way to push her over the edge. On a Succubus? One who was this fine tuned for it all? It was both enormous and ten times as strong. As his fingers hooked up to pleasure it directly, his left snaked down to the tip of her tail, wrapped around his waist and not wanting to let go. The tip of it shone to his instincts, one of the brightest he'd seen in the few days at this.
The three together took the dynamic completely elsewhere from what May had been expecting, and seconds later she came explosively, screaming her pleasure on his bed. Her tail constricted him, her vagina practically crushed his hand, the sensation of that alone along with her voice almost enough to drive him over the edge. He didn't let up, either, playing her body like a finely-tuned violin, keeping her going for as long as he possibly could.
