Author's note: This is an 'introduction' to what I hope will be a fairly long series. If you have suggestions on how you want the story to go, please leave a comment!
This story contains: a premise that sounds ripped straight from a harem hentai
--------------------
I walked down the dingy alleyway, checking all the numbers on the doors. Half of them didn't have numbers anyway. I was dressed in my best suit, such as it was, and I was doing my best to look like an educated professional. It was hard, though, when I could see two dogs having sex a couple feet from me.
What kind of company would have offices here?
I thought. But, hey, I was in no place to judge. My apartment had a similar alley right behind it.
Finally I got to the door. It looked like all the others, just a steel door set in bricks, but it was undeniably the right one. I knocked on it nervously.
After a couple seconds, the door opened, and a hulking figure stepped into the doorway. I didn't really know what to make of this person: he was dressed head to toe in something that looked sort of like a burqa, but with a more elaborate hat. He was also probably 6 foot 6 at least, and even through the burqa I could clearly see that he was extremely muscular. His arms were crossed over his chest, displaying a set of brass knuckles to show he was absolutely not fucking around. I noticed, too, that his chest was a little weirdly shaped. I could have sworn those pecs looked abnormally globular...
"Name?" demanded the figure. His voice sounded weird, deep but soft, almost melodic, but clearly threatening.
"Uh, I think I might have the wrong---" I stammered.
"Just tell me your name," he said impatiently, looking around.
"Jimothy Rabinowitz."
The figure nodded and stepped aside to let me in. I couldn't believe it,
this
was the place? Had I answered a help-wanted ad from the mob or something?
The room inside was at least pretty clean. There wasn't much in it, just a chair and a small table, I guess where Hulk sat. There was another door on the other side of the room. Hulk shut the door right behind me and sat down, picking up a paperback that looked preposterously tiny next to his giant frame.
"Go on in, Kally will direct you on where to go." His voice was even weirder without so much edge to it, almost like...
Then Hulk removed the complicated hatlike apparatus, and I realized immediately that he was really a she! Like a flash, I realized I was looking at an extremely attractive woman. Her face was angular and vaguely exotic. Those oddly shaped pectoral muscles weren't pectoral muscles at all, they were in fact large breasts, squished down with what must have been a very restrictive sports bra. Her straight black hair was done up in a bun, but a couple strands fell down into her face, somehow making her look even cuter. What's more, she was no normal woman either: her inky black eyes, red skin, and small goatlike horns marked her for none other than a succubus.
I gaped at her for a few seconds. She noticed me staring right away. "What, ain't you ever seen a succubus before?" She said with a smirk.
In fact, I hadn't. At least not in the flesh. "Uhm, no, sorry, I was just a little surprised, I thought you were a man."
She didn't seem offended at all by my poor manners, just kept smirking and started reading her book.
---
I should explain, since not every reader knows the history of succubi. They just showed up one day, naked, out in the streets of major cities. People had no idea what to do with them at first, it was sort of a shock to get direct confirmation of the existence of heaven and hell in this fashion. Occultists around the world tried to find explanations, and the only message -- repeated thousands of times on ouija boards and scrying mirrors -- stated that the succubi were forced out of Hell "due to a change in zoning codes". No elaboration was forthcoming. It appeared the succubi were here to say.
I won't get into the theological implications that came about, or the effects on history and culture. Really it was less profound of a change than you might think, in the long term. In the short term though, the results were immediate and catastrophic. Some people thought the succubi must be exterminated, others noticed how humanlike they were (and the fact that they spoke human languages already) and decided they were people and needed protection. Wars were fought, progroms were run, and of the million or so succubi that emerged, less than half survived those first few years.
In time, things settled down, partly because people came to understand succubi better and wrapped their heads more around it.
Succubi are female sex demons. As you might expect, while they come in all shapes and sizes, they are without exception more attractive than any human female, and have unquenchable libidos. Their other defining characteristics are their black hair, pure black eyes with no whites, horns, sharp teeth, and slender prehensile tails. There are other things about their anatomy which distinguish them from humans, but these are the most visible. They are mortal, and they reproduce asexually, through a process that scientists still don't understand (partly because succubi consider it very taboo to talk about it). Nobody has ever seen a succubus child or a succubus who looks very old.
It turns out that myths of succubi were due to their ability to appear briefly to copulate with men at night. While succubi do require human semen as their food source, they are also capable of all the tenderness and love that humans are. Many people, in fact, had secret relationships with succubi. The myth that succubi suck mens' life force away through their semen was started by men who used it as an excuse for why they were never interested in having sex with their wives, once their demonic mistresses were discovered.
When they first appeared, some succubi were lucky enough to already have boyfriends, and they could finally be united permanently with their lovers. Others were not so lucky, and almost all of them turned to either prostitution or pornography in order to survive. Not that they saw anything wrong with that, but it didn't help their reputation. Even after things simmered down and succubi were extended human rights (now called humanoid rights), they were still excluded from many things and faced threats or harassment if they showed their faces in public. It was extremely rare to see succubi outside of porn films, even thirty years after succubi first emerged, which is when our story begins.
---
I gulped and looked back at the door in front of me. She-hulk seemed uninterested in talking any more. I pushed open the door gingerly, wondering what the hell I could expect from an organization that employed a succubus security guard.
The room on the other side was a small waiting room with a few chairs, and a big desk with a "welcome!" sign behind it. The walls were all painted a pastel pink that I found calming. There were empty entranceways to some other room on either side of the desk, and some potted plants.
Sitting at the desk, though, was an incredible sight. She was a succubus, and of course her looks could not be done justice to with my meager writing skills. Suffice to say, her hair was about shoulder length, and tucked behind her ears. Her face was impossibly beautiful, and she was intently reading her magazine with her elbows on the table. She looked like she was in a good mood. She was slender and petite, but her breasts were relatively large, probably a little bigger than a handful each I thought. They were showcased by a tight form-fitting pinstripe shirt, the top three of whose buttons were un-done. I doubted she could have buttoned them if she tried. Her skin was bright scarlet.
As soon as I opened the door, she looked up at me and smiled.
"You're Jimothy?" she said in a high, chipper voice.
I was even more stunned than before. She-hulk might have been attractive, but her clothing had still obscured her body. This succubus, meanwhile, was showing it all off. She seemed not at all annoyed by me staring, in fact, after a few seconds of no response she giggled and stood up.
"My sayname is <unpronouncable demonspeak> but you can call me Kally. Come with me, I'll show you to Margaret."
The rest of her was just as amazing as the top half. She wore a pencil skirt fastened around her waspish waist, that stopped about halfway down her succulent thighs. A small hole was poked in the back right above her cute little butt for her thin tail to go through. Her legs were long, but she was still pretty short. She wore sneakers.
I dumbly followed her through what looked like a small office. The whole time I could focus on nothing besides the tail that swayed behind her. It reminded me of a cat's tail, waving back and forth. I was also distracted by her butt, naturally. It was clear she knew I was looking and didn't mind at all. I quickly got a boner.
I did, however, catch some glimpses of other succubi sitting at desks, apparently working. They were also dressed in revealing office wear. The office itself was pretty standard and bland. There were no windows.
She stopped at a door and knocked on it softly. "Margaret, Jimothy is here!"
"Let him on in," came a female voice from inside. Kally opened the door and held it open for me, smiling pleasantly. I noticed at that point that she was definitely not wearing a bra.
I gulped and stepped through the doorway into a small office. One side was dominated by a bookshelf and the other by a filing cabinet. In the center was a big wooden desk with a desktop computer and a few piles of papers and various office supplies on it.
