Loaned For A Week To A Succubus Ch 02

"Ohhhh"

"Ohhhh-what?" a disembodied voice mocks me before I feel a tingle on my neck that spreads throughout my body.

"Please," a one word beg leaks from my lips.

"Please what," insists the voice. Playful and insistent, but not annoyed. Happy to be getting such incoherent direction. I can't form words as my body twitches.

Wet flesh against my neck,

lips

and then a tongue.

It feels good on my neck, even as I feel a sharp pain.

Is that teeth

or just how hard she's

sucking on me?

She?

Who's she?

"Well if you won't use your words, I'll just have to stop."

I realise I've been holding my eyes tight shut and suddenly let them open, looking up at Donna.

Donna has always been attractive. Puffy cheeks and and a spaced out expression. Long brown hair that she's always playing with. A nice chubby body with curves everywhere I just want to touch...

I've always liked very shy girls. Looking reserved and keeping to themselves, just has a similar engine to myself I suppose. Donna fit this idea to a tee.

Now I can't help but think about the dream I had the night before. Her holding me on a leash. I get goosebumps. If you asked me if Donna was sexy I'd definitely have said yes. But now if you ask the question I'll feel the answer.

She blushes as if she can tell what's in my head, but she just asks, "Do you want breakfast?"

I nod quietly, my throat dry as I climb to my feet unsteadily. I barely feel like I've slept. She lets me lean on her to steady myself, but it's clumsy as I try my best not to touch her... Just not to touch her anywhere.

She bites her lip as she holds something up, "Oh one thing, I kinda think you'd be better in these."

I reach out and take a pair of... shorts? Tiny looking pink ones. I am pretty skinny but, "These uh, will be a tight fit."

"I know," she grins, her eyes glinting and I feel my morning wood twitch. Another reason the tight fit might be a problem. Though as I see her glance down, I realise that's not really a 'problem' to her.

"Just these?" I ask, nervous. There's no ambiguity about her wanting to see me in them, but I can't help but feel self conscious. Like some deep part of me can't let go of the idea there might be some trick.

Her expression shows real disappointment. I feel an immediate desire to backpedal before she sighs, "I can find you a top to wear."

I nod, shyly. It feels like a small compromise but it's better than nothing. I wait til she leaves before I pull off my old clothes, feeling very sweaty from my dreams. I squeeze into the shorts, it's a struggle to get them on but they do fit. Even if they leave nothing to the imagination.

"Fuck," she exhales, and I jump a little, not realising she had returned. Standing in the doorway she stares a while before she walks over, admiring me like a piece of meat. I feel myself harden with her eyes on me, and even hear a sigh of appreciation from her as she hands me...

"Is this, a crop top?" I blush.

"Yeah uh, a friend got it for me, kind of as a joke. That's why it says slut," she forces a laugh, "...but I think it'll fit you better than me. Sizewise too."

She gestures to her chest and my gaze follows without pause as I lick my lips.

"Be a good boy, put that on... maybe I'll take mine off."

"Hhh-" I inhale loudly, before clearing my throat.

"I'll do it, you don't need to bribe me."

She giggles stroking my cheek, "What, you don't want to be rewarded?"

My mouth opens and closes, not sure how to articulate my thoughts in the moment. It's not that I wanted to turn her down. It's that the idea of her dressing me, labelling me, is already exciting. Undeterred, she reaches up to loosen her top button and I stare without blinking.

"To be honest, I want to reward you. Maybe if you stay good you can do more than look."

I pull the top on hurriedly, a burst of motivation making me extra compliant. By the time I have it on, she's removed her third button. With no bra on underneath I can see the curve into her cleavage and just the edge of one nipple exposed. She pauses to look up at me.

"See it does fit you, come look."

She steers me over towards a mirror where I can see myself just barely clothed, labelled a slut and- with a huge hickey on my neck.

"Oh yes, that," she sees me touch it gingerly, "I thought it'd be a fun way to wake you, after I saw the one you left me with last night. Naughty boy, I didn't tell you to do that."

She leans in, kissing my other neck with her teeth, "From now on, it's tit for tat. If one of us gets a hickey, they have to return the favour. Sound good?"

"YES" I exclaim, louder than even I expected.

She pulls her mouth away, the redness of my skin fading too quickly.

"You're so very easy. Breakfast?"

When I turn around, I don't answer her but my eyes flick down to her chest unconsciously and she notices, running a finger along the last few buttons not yet loose.

"Oh right, those. I got a bit distracted with seeing you in that, and well you said you didn't need rewarding. Aw- are you that disappointed?"

I blush, not sure what I showed in my expression as she reaches up to pat my head.

Why does her condescension feel so nice?

"Tell you what, why don't you get the last few buttons for me, hmm?"

I nod, feeling the roles are backward as if this is her asking for a favour. I lift up a hand but she stops it, "Let's make it fun and say you have to use your mouth. You've been pretty good with it so far, but let's see if you can be even better."

She giggles, making sure both of my hands are gripped in hers as she pulls me close. I breathe in as I lower my face to her chest. The buttons are held taut, but this near I can see so much of her exposed skin, and the fact that her nipples are hard. Does she just want me to kiss her?

"Come on, we don't have all day. I'm giving you one minute, and if it's not done then I'll have to stay buttoned up all day..."

I immediately get to work hearing this. I fumble awkwardly, trying to wrap my lips around the button, adjusting it with my tongue. It keeps slipping. I press against her as I clumsily pop off the button again. She sighs, enjoying the attention even if it's on her clothes and not her body.

Finally I grasp the button between my teeth at an angle where I can push my tongue forward. It snags for a moment before finally popping through, my heart hammering in my chest as I realise I just need to do that twice more.

"5 seconds," she declares.

I bite the next button and rip it off entirely.

I go to do the same on the last one and it's the actual fabric around the button that rips as I pull it away. She stares down at me, panting as much as me and looking like she didn't expect that. She pets me and I feel embarassed.

"I knew you had hidden potential but who knew you were such an animal."

There's a glint of pride in her eyes before she looks down at her now ruined top and lets it slide off to the floor, "Guess I'll just need to throw these away," she tugs at her shorts and lets them fall.

I grunt audibly to see her in just panties as she skips off topless to the kitchen. My eyes trace her curves all over before I realise I've just been standing and staring. I follow her quickly, standing in the doorway as she rummages through the fridge.

"Sooo, what do you want to eat?"

"Oh I'm easy," I mumble as I try to regain some composure.

"I already know that, but what do you want to eat?"

She opens the fridge for me to look and think about what I want, but I just look at her. She's just one piece of clothing away from naked. But she just looks so beautiful, so soft and round. Her skin flushed, by now it's clear that even as she delights in teasing me, she's nervous about the attention she's getting.

Nervous?

Excited?

I see her bite her lips in a big grin, a long silence as I just stare at her.

...both.

Nervous excitement.

"Well if you really can't choose, I am the one in charge I suppose. I don't usually eat much for breakfast, just a bit of yogurt."

"Yeah, sure that's fine."

"Oh but, if you're an animal how do you even eat yogurt?"

"I manage," I laugh quietly, unsure of the way she's looking at me before she hops up on the table.

"Well, I want to be a good host..." she lays back on the table. Her body out on display as she pours yogurt down her chest and stomach, "There, you can just lap it up that way, right?"

"If- if you want," I take a step towards the table but she presses a foot against my stomach, tutting at me.

"Now now, enough of all that, 'if I want'. Be honest with me, what do you want?"

I nod, taking her leg and lifting it up so I can kiss her shin. She can probably see how hard I am before I approach the table and kneel next to it, "I want it. I didn't even know I did until you suggested the idea... and nowmmh."

I cut myself off as I press my lips to her stomach and moan into her flesh.

She wriggles at my touch, "Thaat tickles," she breathes as it tickles her just the way she wanted. My lips suck as my tongue caresses her. She has a subtle salty taste, I only catch it as I clear away the layer of yogurt and continue to lap at her bare skin with my wet tongue.

She lets me work away, only occasionally nudging my head to move elsewhere. After starting in her belly button I move up north to her ribs, nibbling on that firm edge. She digs her nails in to encourage that spot and by the time she gets me to move I'm sure I've left a red mark around the bottom of her chest.

By now she grabs me impatiently to place my mouth directly on her breast, frustration releasing from her in a cry of pleasure when my teeth tease her nipple, "Yesssss," she pants and leans into my touch, "Bite me."

I hesitate, my tongue pressed right up to her flesh. I try to say, "I don't want to hurt you," but it comes out muffled and incoherent.

Even so, she answers, "I want you to hurt me. Bite me."

My teeth clasp around her nipple and I swear I can feel a pulse in it as she bucks up into my face and squeals. The sound of her voice is music to my ears. Delight, surprise and a desperation, "More."

My jaw is not even under my control, clamping tighter than I'd think is safe on her sensitive nipple. My tongue strokes it carefully while her voice coaxes me, filling up all my thoughts so I can't help but keeping going.

"The other one t-OHH~"

She doesn't even have to finish before I have my mouth around her other breast. So eager I interrupt her, as she lays there reduced to a needy whining. I reach one hand back to run my fingertips over her other exposed breast, slick with my saliva. I tease her nipple with each finger gliding over it.

Her breathing is stilted, and with a start I realise she's gotten a lot quieter. I pause to lift my head up at her, concerned. Her head is tilted back, her eyes closed as her chest rises and falls. She whimpers, "don't stop..."

I look down at her body below me, tensed up and ready for my touch again. I bring my lips to hers for a kiss. She is surprisingly docile, receptive to follow my lead as I show her my... appreciation? Lust? Need? The kiss communicates whatever it is I don't know.

But I want to do more than communicate with her, so I break the kiss. I pant as I examine her body, shaking in anticipation. Placing both my hands on her thighs, I press softly into her and I bring my mouth towards her pussy.

Much more carefully than when I bit her buttons loose, I slip my fingers around the waistband of her panties.

"Oh fuck," she inhales sharply even before I've really touched her. She looks down at me, "I, I'm so on edge I... I won't last."

"Is that a problem?" I ask. She doesn't say anything as she meets my gaze but I feel her lift her hips in an instinctive response. I tug the panties down, leaving her entirely naked as I bring my lips down to kiss the inside of one thigh. Then I shift to the other and circle up to kiss her stomach. I loop around again, getting just a little closer to her pussy, but taking my time.

She tries to lift herself into my face as she begs, "Please, please let me..."

Showing mercy I bring my mouth to her wet lips and she just lets out a grunt of surprise. My tongue glides along her slit, even just caressing the outside has her hips shake. I firmly grasp both of her sides and hold them down as I continue to patiently drive her closer and closer to the edge.

"Fuck- fuck fuck I'm-"

Hearing her pleading words, I plunge my tongue inside of her. I feel the walls inside of her constrict on my tongue as it curls inside. I can't keep her still as she lifts herself off the table and up into my face while she orgasms. My hands inside slip under to hold her ass cheeks, keeping her supported. Both of us together drive my tongue as deep into her as it can reach and I feel her cum all over my tongue.

I lap at her, slowly lowing her body back down on the table, slowly pulling my tongue back out of her insides. She lays there, panting and red faced, arm draped over her face.

"Are you ok?" I ask, watching as she covers over her face, I bring a hand to caress her cheek. She moves her arm out of the way and I can see her eyes half lidded as she looks at me.

"God yes... but I think I need a shower," I look down at her body, still slathered in yogurt, skin covered in a sheen of sweat and her thighs soaked with sex. I feel a compulsion to wrap my lips around her more, but she looks spent.

"Sorry I'm a mess huh?" she laughs nervously and looks up at me, her face flashing with a different recognition as she sees me drinking her in with my eyes.

"I can run you a bath," I blurt out, stepping back as she watches me drooling over her. I stumble out before I make more of a fool of myself.

Sitting in the bathroom as I watch the tap slowly fill the bath up. I take deep breaths to steady myself. I take out my phone and see I have a notification from my girlfriend. I feel a pang of guilt, not for what I've done but because my immediate reaction to the text is annoyance. Realising how judgemental I'm being, I open the text.

"dont let her give you herpes or ill never kiss you again lol"

That's... all? I can't tell if she's just making fun of Donna, or me or... if this is her being angry? Does she want me to reassure her...

I sigh, turning my phone back off and setting it aside as I rub my face. I'm not looking forward to having to figure out what that means. But at least I don't need to worry about it for now if I can't see her the rest of the week anyway.

I feel a rush of cool air, only looking up as Donna stands over me still naked, with a smile as she pats my head, "Good job."

Blushing, as if I'd already forgotten what a vision her naked body was I just nod, "It was just filling a tub with water."

"Hah, well that too. But no silly, I mean the way you ate my pussy. I'm still shell shocked. I hope you won't be disappointed if this is just a normal, relaxing bath."

"Of course, I didn't do this wanting anything different..." I nod hurriedly as I stand up to go.

"You don't need to lie, you're allowed to want things," she kneels down, blocking my way out of the cramped bathroom. I feel her hands on my hips holding me, and she presses her face against my bulge, "In fact I want you to want things, especially if it'll get you like this."

Still wearing the tiny shorts, my cock is so hard that the waistband stretches out from my stomach. She leans forward to kiss just over that gap, before hooking her thumbs inside the shorts. With a lot of effort, the tight fitting material slips down my legs. I watch speechless as she pulls my cock free and smiles, licking along its length.

"Mmm, fuck. You are so damn tempting it's dangerous, but I really do need a quiet moment in the bath," she gets up, still eyeing my cock standing at attention. Her hands don't leave my body, mostly naked aside from the tiny top still labeling me a slut.

"I should go," I say, watching her devour me with her eyes. She looks offended.

"No- we're having a bath," she turns around and locks the bathroom door. Purely symbolic, since I could just open it the same way she did. Though it does give me a chance to admire her ass for just a moment before she turns back to me.

"I thought you didn't want to do anything."

"Are you incapable of taking a bath with a girl and it not devolving into fucking her?" she chastises me even though she looks just as excited by the idea, "If you're that much of an animal then I'm luckier than I thought... Alright, close your eyes."

I do as she says, not sure where this is going. I feel her directing me to sit on the edge of the bath. It feels a little unsteady so I lean against the wall for support. It's lucky I did because I feel something warm and wet tighten around my cock, and I moan as I grasp anything to keep me sitting stead.

God it feels good, the tip of my cock enclosed, and sliding down my length.

"Hehe, now don't cum or you'll mess up the point of this," she purrs while I feel my cock swallowed.

Wait if she's talking, then what's- FFUCK.

What's thrusting my cock all the way into the base?

Oh god, I feel the entire weight of her body on my lap.

"You want to be a good boy for me, yes? You want our fun to last a good long while?"

I feel a finger tracing a curved line back and forth on my stomach.

"Yes. Yes please."

"Gooood, good. Then you agree to follow my lead? You were already given to me, but I like to make things clear. It's definitely for the best, especially if you want to be a good boy and not break any rules."

I nod as I feel her tighten on me. Her... what? The finger continues tracing lines on me, faster and faster.

"Sweetie I need verbal confirmation for this. There's definitely other kinds I can use but that'd defeat the point of what I'm doing a little bit. So just say yes for me."

"Yes..."

"Sorry, I didn't quite hear that. Louder please?"

"Yes!"

I start to buck my hips, even though it feels hard. She's not normally this heavy, is she? I almost feel like I'm pulled down by gravity.

"YES YES YES," I chant as I thrust, but I feel her lift herself off me, left with just the need and a strange tingle on my stomach.

"As always you are perfect," I open my eyes and see her smiling at me, like she's admiring her handiwork. I get to my feet carefully, the heavy sensation gone now. And I look in the mirror at the spot where the tingling on my skin is now fading. There's a symbol drawn directly over the base of my cock, a circle of a snake eating its own tail.

"Huh?" I mumble out as I hear water sloshing around behind me, where she's already in the tub.

"You don't need to worry about that. It just means you're not going to cum and ruin our nice bath time. Now get on in while the water's still hot."

I look at her confused, head full of questions that I don't think she'd answer. But none of that would stop me climbing into the bath with the hottest girl I'd ever seen who clearly wants me there with her. The tub is too cramped to let us give each other space. Not that she intends to, she waits for me to sit before climbing into her lap, no reservations about pressing her ass directly into my cock.

"You know the worst part about a bath is I just want to lie and soak, but then how will my body get scrubbed clean."

I open my mouth to ask permission, then I think about answering. But I realise I don't need to do either. Instead my hands roam over her soft wet body, caressing her.

"Mmmm, gooood idea. I could nap like this, if you just want to handle me. You can do that, right?"

"Of course," I nod, feeling no embarrassment.

It's only as I'm massaging her hips that I realise it's because instead I'm feeling pride. She sighs and breathes easy while my hands touch her all over. Watching her chest rise and fall, I realise she really is asleep. Curious about how she could be so tired in the middle of the day already. Or maybe this is just that relaxing?