Scott was sitting in his room, scribbling his way through a math problem, when she tapped him on the shoulder.
My god, she was
gorgeous
. Long black hair cascaded down her perfect hourglass figure, contrasting beautifully with her skin. A shoulderless top barely held in bulging cleavage, seemingly ready to fall down at any moment. Long leggings invited the eyes directly between her legs, blocked by only the shortest of miniskirts. She was fucking hot. Scott's brain immediately clouded over with lust. He wanted to have at her right now, he could just turn around and immediately take her, feel every square centimeter of her skin, copulate, fuck,
desire
...
Which only slightly damped his initial reaction of "WHAT-THE-fuck are you doing in my house hi I'm Scott nice to meet you can we please fuck like, now? Right now? Please?" His eyes kept traveling up and down her body; there were simply too many things to focus on, her tits, her ass, her thighs, oh gosh her eyes that were like deep black pools that pulled him inward and inward and towards her perfect lips...
Then he also noticed that she had horns. Little red horns that stuck just through her hair and out in to the world, but their color contrasted perfectly with her hair and oh my-
Wait, there's something wrong here
...
She smiled, a smile that even Helen of Troy would be jealous over, and said "You're the famous Scott, right? The up-and-coming MIT PhD that everyone knows will blow the world away with his next project?" Even her voice was sexy, sultry smooth yet not condescending, he wanted to listen to that voice all day, 24/7, forever, only for the chance to hear it stop when he ground his lips into hers and
Wait, that doesn't make sense. What are you even thinking?
"Haha, yeah, I'm that CS PhD you're talking about, now can we fuck please-"
Scott. How does she know you applied for an MIT PhD? You haven't told anyone about that because you knew they'd just laugh at you. How does she know you?
"-I mean, do you want to-"
Scott, PAY ATTENTION. WHY IS SHE IN YOUR ROOM?
He tore his eyes away from the work of art that was her hips and looked at her face, trying to identify it. She was totally unfamiliar, and besides, he lived alone, although he certainly wouldn't mind living with her, not when they could-
Scott, THERE'S SOMETHING WRONG WITH HER!
And that's when the spell broke, and Scott realised that there was 1) a random stranger in his house that 2) somehow got through several locked doors without opening any of them and 3) knew a significant amount of personal information about him, and 4) had horns, and then his brain drew the conclusions together and realized,
succubus
, and a chill ran down his spine so cold goosebumps formed on his skin.
They're that convincing? Holy fuck (no, not that kind, don't think about that), how do I defend myself? What do I do??? (no, not that activity, STOP THINKING ABOUT IT, you'll fall under the spell again, think about math, think about math, think about math-)
The girl (or whatever she was) presumably saw the change in his facial expression and his half-hearted attempt to choke out the word "succ-k-uh-b-b-us", and laughed, in that really cute way that women do that makes you want to hug them forever. "Hello, Scott. Yes, I am a succubus. No, the stories about me aren't real, no I do not steal your soul, no I don't drain your life spirit, no I do not resign you to Hell, no Hell isn't real, yes I am in fact here to fuck you. Now, do you want to begin, or shall I just walk away and find another willing participant?"
She
would find another willing participant?? No, she was his, and he wanted to take her right now and protect her from all the world and fuck her until he died of exhaustion-
No no no no, math, think about math, think about math, okay you're finding it extremely difficult to think about math, well let's think about something else, okay why is she here, why not think about that?
Scott was desperately trying to hang on-
Wait, why
was
she here?
He had never heard of anyone encountering a succubus, ever. As much as he hated to admit it, Scott fit the succubus target profile: A) a lonely single man unlikely to be missed in the event of his disappearance who B) had a very high sex drive and who C) was likely to accept an offer that resulted in 'the destruction of his immortal soul'. But the woman with the perfect shoulders and curves- but the
SUCCUBUS
just said that she
wouldn't
steal his soul or whatever. So then why was she here?
Let's reason this out logically.
Now Scott was in the zone, and could almost ignore the amazing smell coming off the person in front of him. He had to think about this rationally. People always act in their self-interest, was Scott's view of the world, and so far he had yet to be proven wrong. Why would a succubus choose to fuck him, of all people? What benefit did the succubus gain from fucking?
(1) Perhaps the succubus felt empathy for his loneliness? [Scott marked this one as unlikely]. (2) Perhaps he had something that the succubus could gain from? (An immortal soul, life essence, even money perhaps.) Sure, she said that she didn't, but since when were you supposed to trust that succubi tell the truth? (3) Perhaps the succubus just wanted sexual pleasure? [Scott really, really, really, really, really wanted this to be true, but he marked this as also-unlikely, since she could have easily chosen someone who actually had sexual experience.] (4) Hmm... well, he couldn't think of any more, so he figured it was probably option (2): the succubus probably wanted something from him.
But what did the succubus want? Well, why did the succubus choose him? Presumably the succubus (seeing as she had magic transportation powers) could go basically anywhere on Earth. It was hard to imagine that there wasn't someone else out there who could provide, he didn't know, innocence, immortal souls, life essence, whatever, better than he could. He definitely wasn't a convenient target. It was incredibly difficult to pull out (no, not that way) of her spell in the first place, and it was taking Scott a lot of mental anguish to keep himself out of her warm embrace. If she actually only needed innocence or a pure soul, she could go find one of the many million more victims all over the world and take theirs instead of his, so she would have probably just left as soon as he showed signs of resisting. And if she wanted him to resist, then she could just go find someone mentally stronger than he was. So it had to be something specific, that not all people had, that Scott had right now, and that the succubus could plausibly trick him out of simply by having sex with him.
Oh, and it had to require his consent, too. She was still standing there with a smile, waiting for Scott to make his decision. If she didn't need his consent, she could have just pulled down his pants immediately and taken away his resistance instead of going through the whole 'realization' phase.
He figured it was worth asking. "Okay, look. Why are you actually here?"
Now she frowned. It was the cutest frown that Scott had ever seen, a frown that made his heart intensify and his body want to go cuddle her and bring her all she wanted and comfort her in any way possible-
Focus.
"You don't want me? Do you think I'm ugly?" Her beautiful eyes shone and her lip trembled, she was on the verge of tears, and holy fuck Scott could not just sit there and let the most beautiful woman in all of existence cry in front of him-
She's manipulating you. The emotional response thing has happened twice already.
"Stop trying to manip- manipulate me, it won't- won't- oh please stop crying- it won't work on me, it won't work, just please stop crying, please, I'll do anyth- no, I won't do shit, STOP TRYING TO MANIPULATE ME!" He literally yelled the last sentence, his body was shaking, his emotions were all over the place, but anger had finally risen from the depths of his turmoil, anger about EVERYTHING ABOUT HER. This woman didn't care about him AT ALL, she just wanted to TAKE SOMETHING FROM HIM. Look, you could see it in her eyes, her crying wasn't genuine at all, it was just something she could do on command. Even now, you could see it: the tears had stopped, and she was laughing very slightly, because SHE WAS JUST MANIPULATING HIM. Scott was FUCKING ANGRY now, and he had to restrain himself from walloping her beautiful face. Actually, why should he restrain himself? The girl was clearly using her looks to manipulate people, and what better to do than to forcibly make her unable to-
"Okay, okay, fine, I'll stop. I'll be honest. Please sit down." She looked genuine this time, and the anger went out of him with a
whoomph
, and he had to stop himself from literally falling into his chair.
She began. "Let me explain. I'm actually a time traveler from the 2400s, and I'm here to stop you before you invent something that will put the world through a 200-year massacre-"
He smelled it immediately. "Bullshit. If this was so important, you would have hidden the horns and attempted to make yourself more trustworthy, or another one of you would have arrived at this exact moment to fix your mistakes. But you've done nothing but manipulate me, when it would clearly make more sense to directly approach me. Don't lie."
"Okay, perhaps that's not true. Look, there really is a good reason why I needed to manipulate you, and it's because I need to judge your character to see if you could aid in the fight against the Evil-"
"Again, bullshit. You could have just hidden the horns. If this was a judge of my character, you would take the horns off right now to prove that it was in fact a test, but you can't, because they're part of your biological structure. Try again."
