Loaned For A Week To A Succubus

I sit in the passenger side of the car with my girlfriend Claire driving. She's stewing in her feelings and it's an uncomfortable situation. I'm not used to being the one who's mad at her.

"So we're just not going to talk? It's our last chance for a week."

I turn away from my view out the window and pay attention to her. She's wearing a breezy summer dress, with her hair tied up. Some loose strands of her blond hair dangle. Normally I'd tuck those back for her, which she always finds cute.

"Who's fault is it that we won't talk for a week?" I cut back.

"Babe, it was a sure thing. I wouldn't have bet you if I thought there was any chance I'd lose."

"I don't care that you lost, it's that you bet me at all. As if I'm a bargaining chip to be passed around?" my stomach tightens.

"Just for a week, it's not like she owns you now," she trots out her rationalisation, annoyed that I haven't just dropped the argument already. This cyclical conversation has been happening since she sheepishly admitted the situation to me last week. It was a stupid game of cards between her and her friends. They play for fun bets rather than money. I just never thought fun bets would extend to "have my boyfriend for a week".

I cross my legs, biting my lip as I look at Claire. She's frustrated, because she's clearly embarrassed at having messed up like this. But she's just been trying to downplay it the entire time.

"Can you apologise just once?" I mumble out.

"She probably just wants to have you around to watch shows and play games with. You know how harmless that nerd is, she probably won't even make you pick up after her."

I know Claire heard me, so I turn to look out the window again, giving up on the conversation.

"Ah, we're here now," she says flatly as we pull up. I look back at her and she gives me a hurt look. I give her a peck on the lips, trying to reassure her before I climb out of the car.

I grab my rucksack from the backseat, and then go to buzz Donna's apartment.

She responds instantly through the intercom, "Alex? Be right down!" her voice crackling from the speaker.

The pause of waiting feels like an eternity. Donna, the girl who now "owns" me for the week, is someone I've only met a couple times. She's always seemed nice, kinda shy but we've chatted about similar nerdy interests. I turn to look back for Claire, but I see that she's already driven away, probably not wanting to linger.

--

Eventually Donna opens the door, clearly vibrating with excitement. I wave at her, but she launches forward to give me a hug. She squeezes me tight, pinning me to her.

"I'm so excited for this week!" she squeals into my ear, a strange shiver running down my spine.

I can feel how tense I am with apprehension. It starts to loosen, as I realise this isn't what I was expecting... I'm not even sure. Something much worse. It feels silly now to think she might've wanted to torture me? Savour the feeling of 'owning' me?

She must feel me relax in her arms, when she takes a step back to look me over, and then gestures for us to head inside. I follow Donna, closing the door behind me. My lingering worry must still be on my face when she runs a hand down my arm while we wait for the elevator.

"Ah, I do understand that this whole thing is weird. How do you feel about it?" she asks, suddenly nervous.

I feel a tightness in my chest, seeing her expression. She's got such a cute innocent face for someone who won me in a bet. I shirk off my doubts and give her a smile.

"It is a little weird, but it'll be an experience. So don't worry about me, just tell me what you want miss."

Her eyes light up at my words right as the elevator dings. She reaches out, I assume for a hug again but it's not. Her lips latch onto -Hhhhhhh- my neck.

Dragging me into the elevator,

"Donnn-ahhh,"

she ignores the sound I make.

My mind

"Hm hhh"

focuses on the sound

"Mmmm-ohhhh"

of her wet lips

"I... uaa"

on my neck.

"Wuh"

My hands hover, unsure what to do before I carefully settle on her back where I make sure I'm just lightly touching her shoulders. I exhale with a start when she pins me to the metal wall, the impact echoing through the elevator. Her whole body presses into mine with a squish. I'm tall enough that she has to stretch up to reach her head up. I sink lower, my knees sagging at her assault and letting her get easier access to my neck.

Her tongue tickles my skin and I whimper embarrassingly loud. Her own moans are muffled against my neck and the sound goes right through me. I'm rock hard, and despite everything she's doing, I'm worried about her noticing.

She has absolutely noticed. Her response is to slip a thigh in between my legs grinding...

"Very good-"

grinding...

"boy," she whispers

Grinding in between my thighs.

into my ear and sucking on my earlobe as I lean back against the wall panting.

She stands back to look me over, enjoying her handiwork. I'm leaning back against the wall, not feeling entirely steady. She runs a hand down my chest before turning to leave the elevator. I don't even know how long we've been on our floor, but I quickly follow her.

"I hope that wasn't too much," It's not a question but she glances back to check on me as I say it, and I shake my head, finally getting my breathing under control, "Good. Because that's just the beginning."

I swallow hard, anxiety building again as I speak up, "Ah, Claire did have a ground rule for us."

She nods and pats my arm, "Yes, I know. She basically said no sex, right? I'll do my best to hold back, but with reactions like

that

you do make it hard," she giggles, pushing up her glasses and then fishing out her keys to let us inside, "Is there anything else you'd need to feel comfortable with the week?"

"I thought you told Claire she was only allowed to set one rule?" I ask, distracted as I look around the small apartment. I knew Donna lived alone, so the space is as small and cosy as I expected. But I hadn't thought about having to share that space, and how hard it'd be to not get in her way.

"Well yeah, she just gets the one. But now I'm asking you, silly."

"Right of course," I nod as I turn back, realising she's just been intently watching me the whole time, "Maybe, could we keep this week between just the two of us?"

"Like, not having friends over?" she asks, chewing on her lip. That's not a flash of disappointment in her eyes, is it?

"No-- Not what I was thinking of. Can we keep what happens secret? We'll still follow Claire's rule, but... I don't think she'd want any of the details getting out. Like when you were uhhh sucking my neck like that."

She stretches up to plant just a light kiss on that exact spot of my neck, "Deal, of course. And anything else?"

"That's all I had..."

"Ok, if you're good then I'll assume anything else is on the table. And if you ever need to stop something, the safe word is 'Goddess', got that?"

I nod slowly, not sure that's the safest of safe words to use around her.

"I do have one thing myself, I'll need you to keep my secret."

I nod, not sure if I should know what her secret actually is. I glance around her place, but it just looks normal. She gives me a shy smile, it looks out of place for those plump red lips. My skin is still tingly and wet with her saliva from the hungry kiss. She can probably still taste me as she licks them.

"I'm a succubus," she declares, blushing and suddenly avoiding eye contact. I stare dumbfounded, not sure how to take her joke. In the long pause, I finally have a moment to just sit and properly look her over. She's short and chubby, with long straight black hair that hangs down to her chest. She's wearing a big warm hoodie and tight fitting yoga pants that show off the shape of her thighs. Her eyes are a cool ice-y blue that would look intimidating if her face wasn't so soft otherwise. Her skin is pale, very pale. Enough that I suddenly wonder if she gets enough sunlight.

"But you don't have horns, a tail, red skin or uhm... any magical powers?" I say lamely, seeing her grin and suddenly feeling foolish. Of course. She must have just been pulling a prank on me.

"Oh so you have read up on my people, huh?" I blanch at those words, wondering how bad it must reflect on me to seem knowledgeable about sex demons, "But you're right. Even though I'm a succubus I don't have any of even the obvious signifiers. It's cause I've never really fed, I'm basically like an empty battery. With no access to any power, I'm effectively a normal human. If someone were to fill me back up, then I'd have my power and normal appearance."

"Fill you-" I mumble before coughing, and avoiding the implication by instead asking a different question, "What... kind of powers?"

"Aphrodisiac aura, appearance altering, dream invasion, hypnotic suggestion, body duplication. All the normal things."

I nod, head swimming as she rattles off that list of terms like it's all academic and boring. There's no hint of a joke about her saying something so crazy.

"But obviously I can't do any of that without power, so you probably don't need to worry or think about it. I just bring it up because, well if things escalate enough that you'd notice changes, it might be harder to explain then."

"Right," I mumble, pretending to understand any of this, "But that won't happen will it, since we're not having sex?"

"Oh so innocent," she pats my cheek, and a panic starts to rise in me. Is she just going to tell me to break that rule? Would I be able to say no to her? "I don't mean escalation to sex, what we feed off of is lust. How that manifests doesn't matter so much. I know an ace succubus and she just dresses slutty enough that people's horny stares in public can sustain her well enough."

"But then, why don't you have any power?" I ask confused, and she just blushes bright red, playing with her zip as she scans my face. After seeming to make up her mind about something, she continues.

"I don't attract that kind of attention. Or maybe just not enough to make a difference. I guess I'm a bit more introverted, I prefer to be more intimate. Maybe it's also that I'm hungrier? Need more before I can feel any difference? I guess I'd need more ah, experience to really know. Right now it's just based on what my mom explained, but I haven't really felt much of it myself. So it's all kinda theoretical for me. And I've not really seen anyone else do that much, I don't have that kind of relationship with any of them."

She rambles on, absentmindedly playing with her zip. I feel bad for making her dig deeper into the hole of this obvious story she's made up. I wonder if she's ashamed of being horny and this is her way of rationalising it? I reach out to clasp my hand on hers, to stop her fiddling with that zip and she stares at me suddenly.

"It's ok, I won't tell anyone any of this. I'm not the type to kiss and tell."

She wordlessly exhales and closes her eyes.

"...you ok?"

"You're pressing right on my tit."

I release her hand, pulling mine away. Her half unzipped hoodie shows off her cleavage. For a flash I think she's naked under there, but she's just wearing a light pink tank top with a deep neck. I snap myself out of staring and meet her look, trying to wear an apologetic expression.

"I didn't say to stop," she sighs, zipping her top back up, "But I guess there's time for fun later. First if you want to bring your stuff into the bedroom and settle in, it's just over there."

I nod, too overwhelmed with everything happening to vocalise much. I pick up my back and walk off into my bedroom, trying to decompress and figure out what's going on. I disappear into her room where I can get a breather. I immediately pull out my phone to text Claire.

"Hey."

I start drafting what to write next. I can't break my promise and tell Claire exactly what Donna said. But maybe I can ask if this is normal for her, or what. Before I finish writing anything she's already answered me.

"...don't tell me you wanna leave already. Droppin you off was embarrassing enough."

My stomach feels like lead, trying to figure out how to ask about what I need to know. After a lot of writing and re-editing, I settle on something vague.

"I was just wondering if Claire is usually eccentric. Or is she the type to play pranks?"

"Lol. No she's painfully earnest, and DEF eccentric~ if thats what you wanna call it. Thats prob why shes always had that silly crush on you"

My blood pumps faster reading those words. A crush? That definitely never came up before. Not that Claire was willing to say much about any of this in the lead up, she was half trying to pretend it wasn't happening. I type hurriedly, not waiting as long this time before sending.

"Crush?? Are you sure this is a good idea. I didn't think she saw me like that."

"Relax, its just cause your both into the same nerd stuff. She barely knows you. And besides i have nothing to fear. Doesnt compare to me, does she? 😉"

"Obviously just, uh, she didn't even wait til we were in the elevator to kiss me. Is that ok?"

"🙄ok you fretting is not fun. i told you, just dont put your dick in her. If she wants to use you as a warm body for kissing practice it doesn't matter. I dont wanna talk about this again, ill pick you up next week."

I put away my phone, only feeling more anxious about it. I finally look around the room, and realising, of course, that it's Donna's. I take my bag and find an empty space to set it in the corner. Her room isn't messy, but very lived in. And not wanting to mess with her stuff or snoop, I try to maneuver around it.

Though there is some stuff I can't help but check out. Hanging on her walls, and across one shelf I can see her anime and video game posters and figures. Some I recognise, others I have to squint at but don't ring any bells.

"Are you ok in here?" she asks, knocking at the door.

"Oh yes, just got distracted checking out your posters."

At that she bursts in the door, excited again, "Ooh which ones? This one, it's so good. It's fanart but it captures them perfectly."

"Ah, that's actually one I don't recognise..."

"Oh we gotta watch it tonight then, it's exactly the kind of thing I bet you'd LOVE."

With a big grin across her face, she heads out towards the couch, firing up the TV. As the evening wore on, we chatted more about it and other shows. She started making us a dinner while we watched it. I didn't feel the hours go by as we worked away. She worked so hard in the kitchen... and eventually I could smell that something was wrong. I went to go help out, and found her on the precipice of setting off the smoke alarm.

So I ended up ordering food.

"Ok pizza should only take 60 minutes to get here," I set down the phone and turn to see her on the couch, lying face down. I go to sit on the arm, putting a hand on her back, "Hey it's ok, it's not that big a deal."

"I just feel stupid, all I wanted to do was make a nice meal for you," she speaks into the cushions, not turning her head, "And I just burned everything."

At a loss for words, and not wanting to see her upset I finally come up with, "But that's not right, I'm here to serve you," I go and kneel in front of the couch, bringing my face close to hers, "I'm at your service, let me take care of you. If you want to do the cooking yourself, I insist I at least help."

She turns her sad eyes to look at me, "You don't have to do that. It was just a goofy bet."

"I honour my bets, the goofier the better."

She forces a chuckle and then pushes herself to sit up, "If you're at my command then come cuddle me."

I oblige her, acting like an overly formal butler as I climb onto the couch with her and pull her into a hug. She feels soft, and hot to the touch. I'm not sure if it's just because she's embarrassed now or normal.

I remember how it felt like this when she kissed me.

"You ok?" she asks.

"Yep," I lie, stiffening a bit as I try to keep my suddenly growing bulge from pressing into her.

She puts a hand on my chest, "No really you don't need to force yourself if it's... oh," she turns away from me, intending to break away but accidentally pushing her ass into me and feeling the bulge.

"Sorry," I squeak, but she just giggles, contended.

"That's what made you nervous? Don't feel the need to hide that from me."

She slips back into me more and more. I can feel it against my bulge.

"In fact, from now on you're not allowed to hide anything like

that

. If you're hard, I deserve to know."

"Ahhh yeah..." I exhale into the back of her head.

"Not 'yeah', say 'yes miss'," she pulls forward and away from me suddenly, the abrupt lack of friction makes my hips twitch forward pathetically. There's no hesitation before I comply.

"Yes miss."

"Good boy, now when you tell me, I'll make sure you get rewarded," She takes my hands and brings them to her stomach. Even as I'm nervous of what's about to happen, I can't stop my reflexive squish into her belly. She giggles in response, clearly pleased, but says, "Not there today, maybe another time. For now, let's focus here."

She grinds her ass back into me. Both of us are still wearing all our clothes, so the limited friction is a frustrating tease. I feel myself getting harder but it only makes me want more, a direct touch that's being denied me.

"You're panting so much," she sighs into the cushion, and I can feel the rise and fall of breathing through her back.

"Oh, sorry," I say sheepishly, trying to get myself under control as I still my body. But she turns around on the couch.

"I like it, you sound so needy," my breath catches as she unzips her hoodie slowly. The tank top underneath highlights her cleavage and I see her smile as my breath touches her face.

"Needy boys are my favourite."

My whimpered response delights her, and she grabs my head to pull me in for

a kiss. Her lips are soft... warm... delicious... wet... They smack against mine. She moans into my mouth.

I try to say something, but I feel her tongue probing my lips as she slides it into my mouth. I open wider obligingly. She presses forward, wanting to push deeper into me

and I close my eyes. So I can feel it fully, just letting it wash over me.

Every time she grunts, it sends shivers through me while she explores my mouth with no reservations. It feels like barely a moment has passed when I feel the pressure of her lift away.

"You ok?"

I blink, startled, "Yes," I answer without even trying to think about if it's true.

"It sounded like you stopped breathing..." she gives me a close, evaluating stare. Licking her lips and transforming into a smile once she's sure that I really mean it, "But it seems like you might just need a breather."

"No, it's ok, I'm good."

There's a glint in my eyes at her reaction, and she pets my head. I lean into her touch as she shakes her head, "I decide, and I think we need a little pause. Alright? It's still the first day, it'd be awful if I broke you before it was even night time."

I stare at her, trying to figure out if she means... well, what she even means. She merely gives me an impish grin, reaching over for the remote.

"Come on, we've got a show to watch, for now you can just be my body pillow to cuddle."

"Yes miss," I nod, blushing once more as she vigorously rubs my head before directing me where to lie so she can curl around me. I follow her lead, still having to quiet the part of my brain that thinks she's about to pull the rug from under me. Shove me off the couch, point and laugh at me for going along with her succubus prank.

Instead I feel her arms tighten around me, holding me secure, and the tension drains out of me. I hear her giggle behind me. I'm sure it's because of something I did, but it... doesn't feel like it's at my expense. I just manage to notice how our breathing has synced, when she hits play on the show, and starts talking excitedly in my ear.