Nil glared at his screen, the plain webpage almost mocking his attempts to discern its nature. He blinked a few times to keep his eyes focused on it, as if a few more seconds of staring at the shoddy nature of the website would make the decision for him. After a few more moments, he slumped back in his chair. He needed to review what he had before deciding to commit to what might just be an ordinary scam.
It all started a few hours ago, when he was sent a request to see if this website had any real connection to the supernatural. As a Semi-professional Paranormal Investigator, he was starting to gain some renown among the community of both believers and non-believers. He had helped guide a few interested parties into forums and other resources where they could understand the unnatural, and had even been paid to investigate some, unfortunately, natural phenomena.
The website in question was clear amateur work, with barely any work put into it. All it had was an offer for a 'therapy Succubus', and a small window for either a one-time or weekly payments. The only reviews he could find were people complaining that they got nothing, or those saying that they've been a lot less stressed after some vague, unusual dreams. Once he had those, he went to a more technologically inclined friend to analyze the website. After a few hours, he got sent a confirmation that the website was both barely functional (kind words compared to what his friend used) and that it would not infect his computer/steal his payment information.
With a few more minutes of deliberation, Nil figured that the only way to figure out more was to take the plunge and purchase the one time 'visit' that the website offered. Connecting it to his payment processor, PurchaseFriend, took but a moment and soon the transaction (Really? Only five dollars?) was confirmed. With only a few more hours till he would get tired enough to sleep, he put together everything he had on the website to share with the supernatural forum with some space for potential future thoughts. With all his prep work done, he stretched from his where he was sitting for some hours and moved to retire for the evening.
With his nightgown (he refused to call them pajamas) on, he moved inside the covers of his bed, relaxed, and closed his eyes.
Only to open them again once he realized that he was no longer laying in his bed.
The first thing he noticed was the object he was laying on, a frankly gigantic dark purple couch that could fit two people laying side by side. With his own stature of 4'11 he figured one would need to be at least 8 or 9 feet tall to no longer lay down, as he was only on three of the four cushions making up the massive piece of furniture, with his feet only just reaching the third overstuffed cushion. The room was a deep Purple, with a nearby lamp casting so little light that the corners of the room were sinking into darkness.
His study of the room was interrupted however, by a calm, professional voice coming from his right, away from the back of the sofa. "Greeting Contractor, thank you for accepting the call. You may refer to me as Agness." Nil shifted on his arms until the speaker was in view. Dark purple hair cascaded around a thin, Soft face, and continued down beneath her legs. She had blue eyes framed by rectangular glasses with no metal frame on the top. Small soft lips curved into a smile as she noticed him start as her presence became known. Below her face were a pair of breasts (DD, or possibly E) barely constrained by her dark, button up shirt. Deep blue pants were stretched taught as they contained her legs, ending in black socks and a pair of purple fuzzy slippers that were near indistinguishable from the carpet around them. Movement flared behind her, and only then did he notice the two dark purple bat wings that framed her entire body with the tips ending halfway down her legs, touching the tips of her hair
"you're a Succubus" Nil's mouth moved as his brain tried to process the large amount of information in less than a minute.
The aforementioned Succubus held her smirk, "and you are the one who called, Nil Faraday"
Great, she knew his name. That at least saved him the trouble of introducing himself. He stopped himself from speaking and took a deep breath, as the puzzle pieces forming the situation were in front of him, he just need to put them together. Agness simply watched him as he collected himself, her smile turning from a mischievous smirk containing a giggle, to one of caring and kindness.
As soon as he had collected himself to ask a question, she spoke again "you are within a dream of my creation, Contractor. Your body is still within your bed and you shall awake there at the end of our session." Well that was a few worries taken care of. Still, that opened up a few more questions he had.
"Why do you keep calling me contractor?" He had a few guesses, but he needed to know more about this... Bizarre situation.
"A Contractor is one who calls a Demon through an Offering. You became my Contractor once you payed the requested amount through my website." That would explain why the requested amount was so small, if the goal is to gain contractors rather than an accumulation of wealth. Still, unless he was wrong, that would mean...
"So, what do you get out of the deal?"
"Us succubi drain a small amount of Energy from Dreaming Contractor, small enough to not pose any risk to the Contractor unless they have several sessions in a night. Even then, negative effects only appear at around the fifth or sixth feeding session."
So, if what she said was true, there should be no danger to himself through this contract. "So why do you fashion yourself as a 'therapy' Succubus?"
At that question, Agness bent forward one of her legs slightly, while leaning backward and flaring her wings forward. "Us Succubi are creatures of Lust, while many of my kind style ourselves as prostitutes for obvious reasons, there is a part of that profession that is forgotten. Prostitutes were there to offer not only sexual comfort, but simpler ones as well. The comfort of an ear to listen to your woes, a shoulder to cry on away from the public eye. I merely decided to embrace that part of our history in a more 'modern' lenses. I will, however, still embrace you as part of your 'payment'."
A slight worry begins to build as his mind began to think of how he felt his reasons that he had to contract this Succubus had little to do with either therapy or Sex, and more to do with satisfying his own curiosity. She must have seen his hesitation, for she continued with "I am Contracted for two reasons, Desperation and Curiosity. For those desperate, they either feel that they cannot meet a normal Therapist, or that one cannot provide what they desire, or feel they must take a shot in the dark simply to receive a caring touch. For the Curious such as yourself, I believe that you still deserve to have your worries listened to and the touch of one who cares. Speaking of which, now that you've had a moment to adjust..."
Agness suddenly poofed in a burst of purple smoke, and moments later, that same purple completely obscured his vision as he felt two soft somethings beneath his head. As he breathed in the sweet-smelling smoke, he could feel his lust rising, as did his member beneath his nightgown. The smoke soon cleared, and he was left looking up at Agness smiling down at him. Her hands reached down to his head, with one pulling it deeper into her blue, soft lap and causing her breasts to obscure her face, while the other began to stroke his head, forcing a whimper out of him as unknown stress escaped his body.
"I know that curiosity is why you Contracted me, so you may continue to ask your questions. In fact, why not make a game of it? I shall draw out an Orgasm for each unique question you manage to ask me."
As his mind caught up with the sudden changes to his surroundings, Nil felt something silky snake into his nightgown and wrap around his lower body. As moans escaped him mouth, he felt her hands guide his head up too look at was causing the sensation. Looking down, he could see her purple hair extending down into his nightgown and could feel it both writhing on his dick and extending to cover more of his legs. Faced with this impossibility and pleasure, he blurted out the first thing that came to mind "I'm not going to soil my bed over this, am I?"