The building looks far simpler than you expected.
You had assumed that a clinic run primarily by Succubi would be lavish, or that it would at least stand out compared to the rest of the structures on the block. But no, it looked just like any normal office building. If it weren't for the sign that said "Succubus Clinic", you might have even just walked right past without noticing that it was your destination.
You enter through the automatic sliding doors at the front of the dull building and are greeted by a waiting room. There are about a dozen other men here, sitting in chairs and browsing through their phones as casually as if they were awaiting a doctor's appointment. The only indicator as to the true nature of this establishment was the purple-skinned girl sitting behind the desk at the far end of the room.
As you begin your walk towards her, you feel an instinctual urge to back away from the demonic looking seductress. It didn't even feel that long ago that there were warning signs plastered all over the town:
BEWARE OF SUCCUBUS
SUCCUBUS ACTIVITY REPORTED
You've heard more than a few tales of men being found in the mornings, having been drained of their semen and life after a night of lonely drinking. But as you approach the Succubus at the counter, your fears are quelled by her unexpected demeanor. She turns towards you with a smile and a bouncy attitude as she says "Hello! How can we service you today?"
You realize that times are changing fast.
"Uh..." you respond, nervously. You are taken aback by her bubbly personality, you hadn't expected Succubi to be so... jovial.
She must have sensed your nerves, because she lists her head to the side and asks "First time, huh?" Her reassuring tone tells you that she has experienced this exact reaction before.
"Yeah..." you reply, accompanied by a nervous laughter that prompts an adorable chuckle out of the Succubus. "It's a pretty new situation for everyone, even us," says the Succubus, as she reaches under the counter and fiddles with a drawer. You take this opportunity to appreciate her outfit, which looks strikingly similar to a "Sexy Nurse" costume you saw at a frat party last Halloween. The outfit is tight, leaving no room to guess where her curves began and ended. As she bent down the dress threatened to rise up, which would reveal more than you ever had hoped to see from a Succubus. Luckily for you (or perhaps, unluckily?) a set of garter belts attached to her pitch-black stockings prevented you from seeing any sneak peeks.
The Succubus finally returns from beneath the desk with a form and a clipboard. She hands them to you along with a pen. "Just fill this out and bring it up to me when you're done. Make sure to fill out that you're a first timer. We offer special services to first timers," she says, winking slyly at you.
You take a seat in one of the open chairs, but don't put pen to paper just yet as you spend another minute watching the Succubus go back to typing on her computer. You don't know why, but everything this demoness does just exudes a sexiness that leaves you feeling tight in the chest. However, the longer you sit away from her the weaker this feeling becomes. This must be the aphrodisiac effect that they warned you about in your Succubus Safety classes in high school.
For centuries, Succubi had existed alongside humans as a threatening species, often going into towns and villages and stealing away their men. These men were supposedly kept as slaves and milked relentlessly of their semen, which Succubi require for sustenance. The process left men dead, so precautions were taken to protect humanity from the Succubus scourge. Recently, however, opinions have been shifting.
Over the past thirty years or so, Succubi had slowly figured out that it was much easier and efficient not to kill humans while they drank their semen. Instead, they would form relationships with men, and integrated themselves pretty well into human communities. And within the past five years, Succubi have started opening up clinics much like the one you're in right now, places for men to come and voluntarily donate their semen for Succubus consumption. These clinics first started opening up only in major metropolitan areas. Rave reviews started to pour in on the internet, and pretty soon every community wanted a Succubus Clinic of their own. And now finally, as of a month ago, your own small town received a Succubus Clinic of its own.
You turn your attention towards the form in front of you, almost turning red at some of the questions it was asking. The questions are simple to start: name, birth date, height, weight, pretty simple boilerplate stuff you'd expect before a doctor's exam. But as suddenly and unexpectedly as can be, the form hits you with the question "When was your last ejaculation?"
You look around at the other patrons of the facility, to see if there was anyone else as uncomfortable as you. There were a couple people filling out forms, but they did so without even batting an eye. They must be regulars, to be so unphased by the lascivious questionnaire. You press on, remembering that these places have been sold to you as being clean, proper, and... well... clinical. You write "four days" as your answer and press on through a list of ever escalating queries into your sexual history and preferences.
Finally, you reach the one question the Succubus at the desk had prepped you for. "Is this your first time visiting a Succubus Clinic?" You put a check mark next to YES and take a peek at the remainder of the questions that you don't have to answer. There were a wealth of them for anybody who came back for a return visit, some of which blew your mind.
"Please describe the appearance of your ideal Succubus Nurse."
"How many ejaculations would you like to undergo during today's extraction?"
"What is your preferred method to induce ejaculation?"
The questions were so clinical and dirty all at once. Could you really choose the look of your Succubus nurse? You knew that Succubi had some shape-changing powers, but never knew they could be pushed as far as this. And could a Succubus really make you cum more than once? You suppose they must be able to, if they could cause a man to die during the act of draining. The Succubus Nurse will even take your advice about how you would like her to make you orgasm, a question which you admit tempts you into lying on your form. However, the secretary Succubus' promise of "special service" that they offer to first timers gives you reason enough to reconsider.
You bring the form up and hand it in, trying not to look the Succubus in the eyes as you're embarrassed by some of the information on the form. She takes a look once over, then stands up. "Thanks! Please take a seat, and somebody will call you in shortly." She takes the form to the back and places it neatly into a small 'Outgoing' bin before returning to her seat. You follow her lead and take your seat as well, feeling both anticipation and nerves welling within you.
You sit there for about 20 minutes, and every once in a while a Succubus girl will open the door into the clinic proper to announce some lucky man's name. Most of them would stand up and follow her through the set of doors with a skip and a jump. What really got you was the variety of Succubi who called in their patients, there were many different skin tones from a deep rich red to a light, nearly unnoticeable blue. Not only that, the body types varied wildly from Succubus to Succubus. Some of them were small and petite, while others were voluptuous and stacked. There was even one Succubus who you assume had to be pushing 8 feet tall, who called out the name of a man who clearly wanted to exaggerate the height difference between himself and his temporary temptress.
Your eyes dart up as you hear your own name being called by your own sexy seductress. Your heart drops as you see her, and you feel a wave of arousal flood into you with each step you take towards her. Your Succubus is light-red skinned, standing about five-eight. She has purple hair pulled back into a tight but long ponytail, and her red doe-like eyes look deep into your soul as she sticks her hand up in the air and waves to you. "I'm Marzibeth, I understand that this is your first visit to the clinic, right?" she asks through plump and full lips. As she smiles, you can see that her teeth are perfectly white, with two tiny fangs sticking out through her overbite.
You wave back, and are immediately overwhelmed with the urge to touch yourself, but shake your head to regain your focus. "Uhh... yes," you say, "I'm kind of nervous, if you don't mind me saying."
"Not a problem at all, we understand that this can be a new and scary experience for first timers, especially since we are well aware of our history with human men." says Marzibeth, her tone showing understanding and a lightness that puts you at ease. "Why don't you follow me to the extraction room, and I'll explain the procedure."
She turns around and motions you through the double doors into a long hallway filled with rooms along the left and right. As you walk behind her, you can't help but stare at her exquisite body which hypnotically sways back and forth with each step. You were so busy looking at her adorable face, how could you have possibly missed the voluptuous form that was waiting for your hungry eyes just beneath it?
Marzibeth was wearing a uniform similar to the secretary's, but it almost looks like it was purposefully fitted one size too small. It seemed that her hips and thighs were prone to tear through the fabric at any moment, and yet the outfit held on by a thread. Her hourglass waist complemented her plump cheeks, which you couldn't help but stare at as they bobbed up and down in rhythm down the hall. Garter belts and stockings completed the ensemble yet again, but a more sheer fabric allowed you a much better view of the skin that lay beneath.
