I'm from a rich family. We don't like being told "no" and are used to getting what we want.
That's what made the situation with Kristin so annoying.
The bitch had dumped me. No one is allowed to do that. And while I could have easily had my pet cops make her life hell for a while, I decided she needed a harsher punishment.
I didn't understand why she thought I wasn't a good catch. I'm 27, have my own house away from the crowds, and have enough food stored in it that I could live here for 40 years without having to leave once. Not to mention rich and according to every girl who'd ever dated me, including some who I knew weren't gold diggers because they came from families as rich as mine, quite good looking, with my clean-shaven, ruggedly handsome face, in-shape body, and short, neatly trimmed brown hair. Heck, our names even matched - I'm Chris, and she went by Kris.
I did a bit of research and found the spell I needed, according to the experts in voodoo and the dark arts I had consulted with. It would make Kris come crawling back to me and beg me to make me her master. I carefully prepared the space with the proper materials, then read the incantation.
There was a puff of smoke, a smell of sulfur, and someone was indeed standing naked in front of me. It was definitely a female somebody. But it sure wasn't Kris.
"Hello."
How anyone could sound that sexy saying a simple greeting, I don't know.
"Um, hi there. Who are you?"
"My name is Gina. You must be Christopher."
"Yep. Chris is fine. Where did you come from?"
"You summoned me, silly." Gina stepped forward and started unbuttoning my shirt. "This will be fun."
"I was trying to summon my ex."
Gina slipped off my shirt and ran her hands over my chest. "You must have cast the wrong spell. I certainly don't mind. You're a fine hunk of man."
I grabbed my notes, and Gina gently took them from me. She quickly skimmed them. "Yeah, I see what happened. This has been an issue for 400 years. Al-Jazcuro put this as the spell to summon an ex when it in fact summons a succubus. No one knows whether he made a genuine mistake or whether he did it on purpose to fuck with people trying to be mean to their exes."
She put the notes down. "But don't you worry. We succubi have an undeserved reputation. It's completely not true that we spend one night and then instantly suck the soul out of young, healthy men. For very practical reasons. Too many mysterious deaths of young, healthy men and the authorities will get suspicious."
"So what do you do?"
"Once you summon us, you are bound to us instantly as part of the summoning. In your case, since you don't have to work and have sufficient food, I'll have enough sex with you to keep you at a state where in between, you don't have enough energy to leave the house. And then at some point when you get old enough that dying of a heart attack after sex won't be suspicious, you'll fall asleep in my arms after one of our sessions and wake up next to me on my bed in Hell."
"And what are your sessions like?"
"It would be easier to show you than tell you."
With that, Gina pulled off the clothing on the lower half of my body, leaving me as naked as her. She guided me to the bedroom, and while I lay down on the bed, she posed for me.
Her wavy red hair hung down just past her shoulders. She was maybe an inch shorter than my 5-foot-11, her red eyes and red lips were the best features of a pretty face, and her toned body had perfect curves. Her firm D-cup breasts needed no bra for support, and when she pivoted and then bent over, her magnificent, nicely rounded ass was displayed to perfection. By the time she stood up, turned back around and lightly flipped onto the bed, my seven-and-a-half-inch cock was already hard.
"Let me see what I can do with that."
She wrapped her hand around it and stroked up and down twice. It was an inch longer than it was and noticeably thicker.
"I think we'll keep you at this size. That will fit in me perfectly."
I wasn't going to object to having my cock lengthened and thickened.
"So the effect is permanent?"
"Yes. Now shut up and let me pleasure you."
Again, why would I complain about that? I stopped talking and lay still. Gina slid her body next to mine and kissed me. It was a soft, closed-mouth kiss, very tender.
"Mmmmmm."
I parted my lips for the next kiss. We twined our tongues, and I placed one arm around Gina to hold her close as we lip-locked.
When we finally broke for air, she gave me a smile. "You're a good kisser, Chris."
"Coming from you, that's quite a compliment."
"Best kisser in 200 years, in fact."
I blushed and indicated what I wanted with my eyes. Gina nodded and slid her body upwards a bit, allowing my face to be against her marvelous breasts. I gently kissed through her cleavage, and I could feel her flush. Her skin got noticeably warmer.
I traced a slow helix up one of her breasts, then took the nipple in my mouth. She was now the one with an arm around me, holding me in place. As I suckled gently, a few drops of fluid emerged. I swallowed it.
"Good boy. Every drop you drink makes you more attuned to me."
