Sarahs Sugar Addicted Succubus

Elizabeth here. A brief bout of intense sugar cravings drove me to write this. Enjoy!

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Sarah grasped the obsidian succubus idol and held it under her thick beige sweater, right against her heart. The idol hummed in sync with her heartbeat as Sarah tried to mentally reach out to the succubi she wanted to summon. She had the rest of the night to wait for one of them to answer. And she knew it would work; it was her first attempt at dabbling in the occult, but she had done all the necessary research. She was confident someone would respond.

She stood in the middle of her carpeted basement living room, eyes closed, in her beige sweater and fuzzy black sweatpants. It was the middle of winter, and she was alone in her house. The television was off, and the lights were partly dimmed. In addition to the hum of the idol and the beat of her heart, the blowing winds of a snowstorm outside were oddly relaxing, and they were the only other sound, save for the regular rhythm of her breathing. The relaxing sounds and solitude helped her focus on broadcasting the signal. For half an hour, no reply. It was eleven at night. But Sarah was patient, and kept going.

Finally, the sight of two purple eyes flooded her mind for a moment. Sarah was startled, then gleeful. A response! She focused on pulling her in and getting her to come to her...

"I'm right behind you," a woman's voice said five feet behind her. Sarah took the idol off her chest, then opened her eyes and twirled around, curious at what she would see.

She was as tall as Sarah, and just as busty. With long, black hair, unblemished pale skin, and the most delightful purple underwear and black latex knee-high boots, she would have been beautiful even without the tiny, white horns and the thin, leathery tail with a heart-shaped tip.

The succubus smiled, and glanced at the little idol in Sarah's hands. It didn't quite resemble her, but the horns and tail matched. Her purple eyes faintly glowed standing out in the basement's dim light. "You called? I'm Halia," she said.

"I'm Sarah. You're the succubus, right?"

Halia giggled. "Come on,

what

other, big breasted demon girls are there? And how many of those respond to calls from horny blonde girls like you?"

"Good to meet you then," Sarah said.

"So, you know there's payment, right?"

Sarah nodded. "Yes," she said.

"Two choices. Give me your soul, or..." Halia licked her lips: her tongue was long and forked. "...or a certain other object of my desire".

"I want to know about the latter," Sarah said. It was what she planned on asking her about. If it was something too horrible, she could still back out, at least according to the book she had researched.

Halia smiled. "I like that one a lot more. Souls aren't that useful. No, what I really want..." She licked her lips again. "I have a really big sweet tooth. Give me pastries, deserts, honey, candy, or really, anything that's not just a sack of raw cane sugar, i'm not a savage. But yes. Keep it coming and I'll serve you all night."

"How much?"

"All that you have. My stomach is bottomless. And I can sense quite a lot of sugary delights in here, you know."

Sarah tried to recall the contents of her kitchen. Yes, she had a big sweet tooth too, and was going to host a party tomorrow for her friend Emily's birthday. She had already made brownies, had bought lots of candy bars, some ice cream, some expensive chocolate truffles... And she had lots of honey in her cabinets, too. That might help. There was no cake, though: Emily preferred brownies, and it was her birthday.

This succubus was going to cost Sarah a lot of time, money, and effort. But she wanted her, and another shopping trip was a small price to pay.

"It's a deal," Sarah said.

Halia clapped her hands once and smiled in glee. "So, a deal it is then. Bring all your sweets to your bedroom, and I'll give you a lovely experience for as long as you can keep them going. Your bedroom is upstairs, right?"

"Yeah, how'd you know?"

"Well, most people keep their bedrooms upstairs. A basement is no place for a bed, no matter how nice and carpeted it may be."

"Two of my friends have master bedrooms in their basements. It's not really abnormal."

Halia rolled her eyes. "Humans, am I right? You weirdos. Well, I'll meet you up there; just fetch the sweets for me, and come up when you're ready." Halia turned around and walked up the carpeted stairs at the other end of the room, and out of sight.

Sarah had stashed the candy bars on top of the pool table in the basement's other room, so she fetched those first. Eight chocolate bars, one per future partygoer, including her and Emily. Emily was a bit of an introvert and mostly liked to party with close friends.

Then, it was upstairs to the kitchen. Sarah ran up the carpeted stairs, excited to gather what she needed to please Halia. She turned on the lights in the kitchen and looted the cabinets, drawers, fridge, and freezer for what she needed. A stack of brownies wrapped in aluminum foil. A glass jar with a half gallon of honey. A tub of black raspberry ice cream, which was Emily's favorite flavor that they often bonded over a few scoops of, and lastly, the box of expensive truffles from the candy store downtown. And just in case, she brought two ceramic white bowls and two stainless steel spoons with her too. Emily's only regret was that she had forgotten to buy cookies the last time she went to the store.

That was a lot to carry at once. Sarah tried to find a stable way to arrange the hefty load in her arms, and slowly trudged up to the second floor. The honey sloshed while the other objects clattered together. Sarah almost dropped the brownies more than once.

But soon, she got to the top of the stairs, and saw that her bedroom door was open, and the yellow light of her lamp was shining from inside. She took excited steps towards it, almost dropping the brownies again, and reached the doorway.

Halia was sitting on the edge of Sarah's bed, legs spread, purple panties showing. She looked up when Sarah entered. Her eyes widened and an excited smile spread across her face when she saw the heaps of gifts in Sarah's hands.

"Lovely offerings," Halia said. "What's in the foil? Oooh! And ice cream too!"

"Brownies. With chocolate chunks in them. And don't worry about letting the ice cream melt, my freezer stays at five below zero, so you'll want to wait so it's not hard as a brick." Sarah walked to her desk in the corner of the room, used her elbow to shove her laptop aside, and dumped her mound of offerings on the desk. Halia stood up and examined them.

"My sugar senses never lie," she said. "But really, who just keeps all this laying around?"

"I was going to have a birthday for a friend tomorrow," Sarah said. "Looks like I'll have to rebuy everything before the party tomorrow."

"Ah. I came at a good time, then. A day or two later, and this would all be gone! Well, this satisfies me. So... what do you wish to do? I'm always horny, and always up for anything."

"I just wanted you to do whatever you wanted to me," Sarah said.

"That's a generic request," Halia said.

"I know. But I really wanted a cute succubus to just have their way with me."

"A common desire. But what I really wanted was to overwhelm you with pleasure. Nothing makes me happier than watching cute girls like you squirm while I enjoy something sweet. And with this offering, and my expertise, I can carry it out, and make you so, so happy. Hop on the bed, just lay down on top of the blankets, and keep your clothes on for now. They look comfy, no need to take them off yet."

Sarah hopped on the soft bed. The beige blanket matched her sweater, and both were clean for now. How did Halia plan to overwhelm her?

Halia bent over the pile of sweets, gently waving her tail in the air behind her as she opened the aluminum foil. She examined the brownies, and picked them up.

"I'll have these while the ice cream thaws," Halia said. She carried them to the short wooden dresser opposite of the bed, and placed them on top. She took one brownie in her hand, and stared at Sarah as she held it close to her mouth. Her long, forked tongue came out, and gently licked the edges of the brownie. She kept up her seductive gaze as she put the brownie in her mouth, and bit off a large piece.

"Mmm," Halia said. "This is good." With her other hand, she rubbed her right thigh as she slowly ate the other half of the brownie. "Just lay there, watch me, and get cozy. Feel me up with your eyes, imagine what's underneath this bra..." Halia ran her hand across her bra, pushing the fabric down with her fingers. "...whatever you want."

Sarah kept her gaze on Halia as she ate another brownie. Sarah enjoyed staring at her. Halia rubbed her soft, smooth thighs, ran a finger across her panties, and traced circles around her groin as her panties darkened with moisture. Halia turned around and bent over a little, showing off the backs of her legs, her tail, her ass... Sarah wished she could run her fingers across her body. But she was supposed to stay on the bed for now. She craved Halia, like Halia craved those brownies.

Sarah happily gazed at her slow, sensual dance. Halia's hand glided across her breasts, left to right, her fingers pushing down on the soft skin as they went. Then right to left, and left to right again. It was a relaxing, rhythmic rubbing. A little bit of chocolate fell onto them and bounced off onto the floor. Sarah perked up again and realized that Halia had just finished the last brownie. All eight? This fast? Or had Sarah been staring for a lot longer than she had thought? Halia gazed into Sarah's eyes and licked her chocolate-stained lips clean with her long, forked tongue. Sarah trembled in anticipation of what was next. She was looking forward to it.

Halia blew a kiss at Sarah, and fetched the black raspberry ice cream. She opened the lid, and used a spoon to start scooping it into the two bowls on the desk.

"A little softer now. I think we should share this together. I might crave sweets, but I also crave good, long sessions of intimacy. And this is perfect. Mine's bottomless, but how's your appetite?

"Dinner was light," Sarah said. "I could go for a little bit of ice cream."

Halia kept piling scoops of ice cream into both of the bowls; there was just enough for two large, cold, delicious piles in there. Slightly more than Sarah was used to, but manageable. Sarah stuck a spoon in each bowl, and began to walk towards the bed.

Bowls in hand, Halia hopped onto the bed. She sat cross-legged at the foot of the bed, and she hunched forward a little, bowls in hand.

"Sit up and come join me," Halia said, and she touched the bowls together with a satisfying '

klink

'.

Sarah did exactly that: she crawled closer to Halia, and sat cross-legged in front of her. Their knees were almost touching. Halia brought herself forward an inch so that they touched. The skin of her knees was soft and warm. Sarah longed to know what the rest of her body felt like, and a gentle buzz of arousal grew within her.

Halia handed Sarah the bowl of ice cream. The ceramic bowl was cool to the touch, and the ice cream was barely starting to melt. That powerful freezer was a good investment.

"And," Halia said, "It's more intimate if we feed each other." She licked her lips, and brought an ice-cream laden spoon forward, towards Sarah's mouth. "Let's take turns, shall we? The first bite is for you."

Sarah brought her head forward and accepted the spoon, opening her mouth and taking the cold spoon into her lips. Creamy sweetness and sharp, raspberry tart flooded her mouth, and she licked it all up from Halia's spoon. Wonderful. And she was right; being spoon fed ice cream was intimate. She sucked up the creamy goodness and lightly chewed the bits of berry, and Halia took the spoon out of her mouth.

Then it was Halia's turn to be fed. Sarah brought a thick, berry-laden scoop to Halia's eager, waiting lips. She pushed the spoon in, and felt it being pushed around inside her mouth by Halia's forked tongue as she licked up the deliciousness inside. When the licking ceased, she took the spoon out; the surface had been licked entirely clean.

"Mmm, so good," Halia said. "Sugary. Creamy. Cold. Melty. And that lovely berry tartness that makes it all so much more delightful." She readied another spoonful. "Maybe we can feed each other at the same time."

"With pleasure, my love," Sarah said as she readied another spoon.

"Did you just call me 'my love'?" Halia asked.

"Well, we are loving each other."

"True," Halia said. "Open wide, my love." They both held out their spoons, and opened their mouths as another cold scoop was guided into each of their mouths. Sarah's panties grew a little more wet as she licked and chewed this next scoop. Even more intimate. When they were both done, they pulled their spoons out of each other's mouths.

"Want to switch spoons, my love? It's even sexier if we both eat from them."

"Yes, my love," Sarah said, and they traded spoons.

"Is that what we're going to call each other all night? I like it."

Sarah happily gave and received spoon after spoon of cold, creamy delight. But, by the end, the bowls were starting to look lopsided. Sarah's bowl ran out first, and there was one last huge scoop left in Halia's.

Halia smiled. "How about we eat this one together? Same spoon."

Sarah licked her lips and gave a sultry smile in response as Halia gathered the last big, still mostly unmelted scoop. She held the spoon between the two of them, and their heads drew closer together. They were face to face, and could feel each other's breath. Sarah's underwear grew wetter. They both gently licked the ice cream from their sides of the spoon, and soon, their tongues came together in the middle as they licked it up.

The last of the ice cream vanished as they sucked it up together, and the licking transitioned into a kiss. Their lips came together, and their tongues rubbed together. Halia's mouth was warm in spite of the ice cream. They held up the kiss for half a minute, gently probing each other's mouths with their tongues, and bringing the rest of their bodies closer and closer together for a warm, lovely, affectionate hug.

Soon, the kiss was over, and with it, the ice cream date. Halia set the empty bowls on the nightstand.

"My love," Halia said, "we still have the chocolate bars, and the truffles, and the honey."

"Yes we do," Sarah said. God, she was starting to love this succubus. She swore that the moisture in her panties was starting to soak through her fuzzy, black sweatpants.

"Perhaps, you'd like to get undressed?" In the meantime..." Halia climbed off the bed and started to unwrap the chocolate bars.

Sarah happily pulled her thick, beige sweater off her body. It was only while she was taking it off that she realized how hot she was in it. When it was off, she was delighted to feel the cool air of her bedroom against her chest, held in by her peach-colored bra.

As Halia finished unwrapping the chocolate bars and tasted three of the squares from the first bar, Sarah began to slip out of her sweatpants. They were cozy, to be sure, but her legs were hot, and the air was going to feel nice. While slipping them off her waist, she checked the groin area on the pants; yes, it was a little wet. She slid the pants down her body and off her legs, then threw them onto the nightstand, along with the sweater. Now she was just in a pair of white socks, wet white panties, and a peach colored bra.

"Your clothes are just a little mismatched, my love," Halia said as she slid another square of chocolate into her mouth.

"I know, my love."

"My love." Halia took another bite.

"My love."

"I love that phrase. Let's say it more tonight, my love. I'm starting to grow fond of it." Halia took the box of truffles and the half-gallon of honey with her, in addition to the remaining chocolate bars. She set the truffles and honey on the nightstand, and hopped onto the bed next to Sarah.

"Perhaps, while I finish these next few bars, you'd like to explore me a little, my love? My body is your playground, but let's save what's under my lingerie for later, shall we?"

"I'd love to, my love." This way of talking was starting to grow on Sarah.

"Lovely, lovely, my love," Halia said. She giggled.

Sarah giggled too. "Lovely, lovely," she said back. "What a lovely phrase."

"That's lovely. Now get over here and play with me, my love."

Sarah decided not to continue the exchange. She crawled to Halia, who was sitting in the center of the bed with her legs sprawled out. She sat to Halia's right side, and wondered where to touch first. Her soft thighs? Her supple breasts? Or, she was a succubus, after all, so maybe the tail...

Sarah decided on the tail, which was two feet long, and hanging limp on the bed. That two inch wide, heart-shaped tip glistened just a little in the room's dim light. She reached out and gave the smooth, leathery tip a little massage in her hands.

The tail wiggled a little when Sarah's hands touched it. "Ooh," Halia said. "Sensitive spot. Yes please, my love."

Sarah slid her left palm under the tip, and gently massaged it with her right hand. She gave it circular rubs, and Halia let out happy sighs as she started her second to last chocolate bar. Then, Sarah gave it one last little pat before removing her hands and bringing them to Halia's right thigh. It was soft, smooth, and warm to the touch; exactly as wonderful to run her hands across as she imagined it to be. Sarah gave it a little massage, then reached over to Halia's left thigh, giving it the same treatment.

Halia slowed down as she finished the last chocolate bar, giving Sarah plenty of time to explore her thighs. When Sarah was finished, Halia ate the last square, and licked the chocolate off her lips.

"Mmm, it was plain chocolate, but lovely nonetheless. But maybe, if you hand me those truffles over there, I can take my underwear off for you to explore, my love. I long to see what your finer chocolates taste like, and I'm sure you wonder what I taste like, too..."

Sarah crawled away to the nightstand, and returned with the box of chocolate truffles. "Another offering for you, my love."

"Thank you, my love. And if you love my thighs so much, go ahead, spend some time down there, my love." Halia set the box of truffles to the side, and reached down to her moistened purple panties. She twirled the ends around her fingers, and pulled them down her thighs, calves, and off her legs. Sarah was delighted; she knew exactly where to explore next.

Halia picked up the box of truffles, and lay down on the bed, face up, with her head resting on the red pillows in the middle of the bed. She rubbed her thighs together, inviting Sarah in, and then spread her legs to accompany her. Sarah crawled between Halia's legs, and brought her head between Halia's soft, warm thighs. Her shoulders pressed against them, and she was face to face with Halia's glistening pussy.

Halia opened the box of truffles, and picked one up. "So many different kinds," she said. "I wonder what this one is filled with..." As Halia slid the chocolate truffle into her mouth, Sarah brought her lips to Halia's pussy. She kissed it, then began to slowly lick the outside, abstaining from probing too high up around her clit, or too deep into her depths; not yet. Halia was sweet; so wonderfully sweet. Was that just what a succubus tasted like, or was it the sugar she ate all the time?

"Mmmm, thank you, my love," Halia said. "Ah, eating and being eaten at the same time is lovely..."

Sarah began to probe deeper into Halia's depths, licking up her sweet, slick juices with her tongue. Sarah felt Halia's hand touch her hair, gently rubbing it as she licked her. Sarah's tongue explored deeper and deeper; when she had explored all she could, she began to lick the inside in slow, regular movements.