CW: questionable consent; unsafe BDSM; misogyny; rape references; cnc; magic; supernatural; transformation; brainwashing
'Damn,' whispered a voice as I walked Olivia through the courtyard outside my building; she was dressed the way I'd asked - covered-up in jeans, a long-sleeve jumper that tried not to show off her shape, but it was hard to stop her from being
alluring
. Fuck, since she was a succubus now, it might have been
physically impossible
for people not to find her attractive.
She walked with me through the building, up towards my flat. The entire time, she kept her arm locked through mine, holding close to me. Beneath my jumper, in my other hand, out of sight, was the book - close to my chest. When we caught eyes, she'd smile and bite her lip, and her hip would bounce into mine. I could feel her power on me, too - I was insatiable. The only reason I wasn't stripping her naked and fucking her stupid there and then was the fact that my anxiety overrode my sex drive.
Which, to be honest, explained a lot of things about my life.
I had to be reasonable with myself, though - I was human again. I didn't have the option of putting on the ring, switching on invisibility and taking the form of some inhuman beast, powerful and imperceptible. I was normal again.
Just Tommy again.
And, while I had used my newfound knowledge to turn the woman of my dreams into a lust-driven succubus, hanging off my arm and following me home for the express purpose of fucking, I had to keep in mind that this was
my
life again. I couldn't be caught doing public indecency or something, get myself arrested or fined, when I could just wait a few more minutes.
'Tommy,' Olivia whispered in my ear as I pushed my key into the door. 'I
need
your cock - please? I've waited
so
long...'
'It's been like ten minutes,' I said as I turned.
'Exactly,' she mewled, biting my earlobe and pushing herself into my side, her tits pressing into me as her arm left my arm, stroking down my back and squeezing my butt. '
Fuck
...'
I pushed the door open, and there were voices in the kitchen, to the left - just chatting, nothing much. But, as we walked past, I heard them stop, and didn't bother to turn and find out why. I knew why.
'Is that a fucking prostitute?!' I heard one of them ask, the jeer undercut by the fact that I
knew
they knew who she was. They just hadn't admitted it to themselves yet. Olivia was, by all accounts, something of a University mini-celebrity. She was the closest thing we had to an influencer, maybe without brand-deals and all of that, but she was well-known enough that, even if this guy didn't know who she was, he would know it's legit soon.
Because, all of a sudden, I felt a need to brag.
We slipped into my room, and as the door closed behind her, Olivia turned, pushing me against the wall and kissing me
hard
. Her tongue was in my mouth, her fingers in my hair as she moaned, sighing with each ragged breath.
'Fuck me,' she said, nearly begging.
Well, the bragging could wait, I supposed. First, to reap my rewards.
I kissed her back, enjoying her vigour -
Olivia
wanted me. She was here, and she knew who I was, and she
wanted
me.
I let her pull my hoodie and top off, taking the book and chucking it onto the closest surface - a dresser that came with the flat. The clothes were thrown into the room without a care. I did the same to her, pulling the jumper up over her head, messing her hair as she stood before me, in jeans and a bra, looking like something out of an eighties movie that, while not even technically nude, would have been remembered as a sex-symbol for
years
. She was unbelievable.
She came in close, slower now - sure that this was happening.
'Take my bra off, Tommy,' she whispered into my ear. She was pressed into me, giving me access as I reached around, unpicking it quickly. She gave a sigh as the latch came undone, and she stepped back.
Now, I had seen these tits a few times now - I had played with them, licked them and bitten and kissed them, but or some reason there was something
more
to it this time; I watched the bra fall from her, dropping onto the carpet of my bedroom, as she stood in the half-light of my dim room. Her hand went to one, cupping it softly.
'Do you want me?' she asked.
I nodded, forgetting for a moment who had the power. Then, I remembered.
'Come here,' I told her. She swallowed, and her eyes glazed over a little as she came close. I kissed her again, and while one of her hands was on my chest, the other found my crotch, her hand slipping beneath the elastic easily. I sighed as I felt her fingers, warm and nimble, find my cock, gripping my cock as she sighed into my mouth.
'Taste me,' I told her.
Immediately, she dropped to her knees - no hesitation or romance about it at all. As she dropped, she took my waistband with her, getting me effectively naked as she kneeling in her jeans, my cock in her face.
I was smaller than the demon version had been, but I was still average - five and a half inches or so. Olivia held it in her hand, hard and hot in her grip, and lifted it. Then, she surprised me by putting her lips to my sack, and sucking one of my balls into her mouth.
'Ohh,' I sighed, leaning back against the wall as I felt her suck softly on my sack, her hand pumping my cock slowly, teasing me. She let it
pop
out, and went to the other one, never letting up on stroking me, moaning into me as she went.
I was in heaven.
She licked me from base to tip, dragging her tongue along me before looking up at me, a smile on her face and a glimmer in her eyes, before she took the head of my cock into her perfect mouth.
'Oh,
fuck
,' I moaned, my fingers threading through her dirty-blonde locks, directing her on pace - not that I needed to. The soft, warm, wet, inviting mouth that serviced me was perfect - she knew when to suck, when to roll her tongue, when to go a
little
deeper, when to focus on the tip. All the while, she held eye contact, that smile in her eyes as she made love with her mouth. In less than two minutes, I was worried I was going to cum, so I gripped her mane and pulled her off. She groaned in disappointment the moment my cock left her mouth, and she looked up at me.
'Are you close, Tommy?'
Fuck I loved how she used my name.
'Yeah,' I said, my heart hammering in my chest.
'Let me taste it,' she said, sticking her tongue out, but missing my tip by a few millimetres. 'If you cum now, it just means you'll last longer inside me.' I tried to think of a good reason to argue with her, but I couldn't think of one. She kept arguing anyway. 'Please, Tommy baby - I want to swallow your cum, to have you in me, to take you in my mouth and have you inside me - please, Tommy,
please
let me-'
I let go of her, and she didn't bother to finish her sentence, she just
slammed
her face onto me, my cock sliding down in the entrance of her throat; she gripped my hips and used them to pull herself
deep
onto me, swallowing my whole before pushing back, my tip kissing her lips, and then back again. She face-fucked herself on me, again looking up at me with those big approval-seeking doe eyes as her tits bounced. I just held on for dear fucking life.
Gluk-gluk-gluk-gluk
- the sounds she made as she fucked her throat with my length were lewd, pornographic and