Lying in bed, I was woken up by strange sounds. As my eyes slowly adjusted, I realized I wasn't in my room. Everything was dark, with red smoke pooling on the floor. As I tried to make sense of what was going on, I could see two men just a few feet in front of me, and kneeling below them was a girl.
Except she had my face. My skin was clearer, the bags under my eyes were gone but the more I focused, I could tell I- it- they had to be me except they were way more feminine than I ever was. As my eyes wandered, I noticed there was something where their dick should've been; not a dick, but a flat metal plate with a ring hugging their balls. I wanted to look away, but the uncomfortable tension in my pants wouldn't let up.
I blinked and suddenly I was looking up at the two men. Where their face should've been was nothing; no eyes or mouth, just black expressionless voids. As I looked them over more, I saw that they had unimaginably handsome muscles, like bodybuilders. Looking further down, I saw that my hands were moving on their own, wrapped around their cocks, which I could now see as well.
I wanted to stop, but I couldn't. I could feel that the men were getting close as they throbbed in my hand. It was like I was excited about what was coming. Just as it started, however, I woke up in my bed, the morning sun peeking through the curtain. I quickly got up and checked the mirror, but nothing had changed. I've never been the most attractive. I was 6'1 with some muscle on my arms and legs. My stomach, while not toned, wasn't exactly flabby. My shaggy black hair lay on my shoulders, my bangs barely staying out of my eyes.
Still reminiscing about the dream, my alarm startled me out of my haze. I realized I was going to be late and quickly showered and headed out.
Working as a librarian wasn't glamorous, but it paid the bills and was peaceful. I could even take books home as long as I brought them back the next day undamaged.
My shift was slow, which wasn't unusual. I checked out a few books, returned some to their shelves - nothing unusual. As I organized the shelves, I heard the familiar bell of the door and the chime of the bell on my desk. Turning the corner I was met with a gorgeous woman. She was almost as tall as me in a velvet black dress with leather heels. Her legs and arms were covered in silk as black as her dress. Everything about her was impossibly beautiful.
Before I could find somewhere to look, she seemed pleased that I could see her. And before I could ask what she needed, she spoke. Her voice was like wind whistling through trees, beautiful and quiet yet impossible to miss.
"I just wanted to return this," said the mysterious woman.
She handed me an old book. The cover was made of aged leather dyed a dark purple. There was no cover or name, not even an author. There was no way it belonged to the library. As I looked up, she was gone. Looking around, it was like no one had even seen her. I tried to shake it off. The rest of the day went by in a blur. Before I realized it, the sun had set. Locking up shop, I suddenly remembered the book.
Looking over it again made me even more confused. The cover looked ancient with paper to match: stained yellow, like onion skins covered in beautiful calligraphy in cursive, so regal I almost couldn't read it. There was no way it belonged to the library. I realized the only thing I could do was bring it home.
The drive home was long. My eyelids felt heavy but even as exhaustion seemed to seep into my body, curiosity racked my brain. I would constantly glance over just to see if the book was still there, as if my mind was just tricking me, and it wasn't real, and yet I couldn't help the urge to read it. Ignoring the curiosity, I tried my best to focus on the road.
As I finally pulled into the driveway, I dragged my feet through door and stumbled to my room. I undressed and changed into sweatpants and promptly lay down on the bed, lying there with no energy left. My eyes wouldn't close and my mind wouldn't rest. I grabbed the book off my desk and skimmed through the pages. I stopped as I caught a glance of a chapter heading: "The s*cc*b** c*ll" was all I could make out, with the cursive and old ink blurring most of the letters.
I tried to make out the words, guessing at the pronunciation. Sounding them out, I could make out bits of old English, Latin, and a language I couldn't even make a guess at. Even as I struggled to read the pages, the world felt unnaturally familiar, the sentences just clicking into my head as if I had been reading this book since I was little.
I was so completely lost in the pages of the book that I had barely even noticed my room heating up. As I uttered the last words on the page, smoke flooded from the book. Before I could even panic, I noticed that the smoke was eerily familiar, like a memory clawing its way to the surface. Lost in recollection, trying to gather my senses, everything was sent into a haze as I heard a voice in front of me.
"Hello?" asked an unfamiliar yet stunning woman. "Am I speaking the right language? It's always so hard to keep up with you mortals."
"I- what, uhm, yeah, I can understand you," I mumbled, trying to calm the storm of confusion in my head.
"Perfect," she said with an unsettling excited grin. "So what is the reason you called me, and without the proper precautions, I'm noticing."
"Wait what, precautions? What is even going on?"
"Oh, what an interesting situation I've been called to. I'm ... " she spoke, calling herself something that sounded like Latin in reverse, if that is possible. "But I doubt you can pronounce that, so just call me Velabemoth or Vel for short."
"I'm sure you have a lot of questions, little thing, but to be blunt, I'm a succubus. You brought me here from the entwinement written in that grimoire; well, looking maybe over the journal of someone who had written one ... oh, and you're going to be my plaything now," Vel explained.
"Succubus, entwinement, grimoire, wait -- PLAYTHING?!" I shouted in confusion.
"Well, you did bring a succubus into your home without precautions, and you clearly didn't fully read that journal, so I doubt there's much you could do to stop me," she teased.
As she stopped speaking, she looked towards me and I froze like my body wouldn't listen to me. Finally getting a chance to take in this entire situation, I could grasp its absurdity. I must've been dreaming a woman named Velabemoth (Vel-A-Ba-Moth). Realizing what she said, she seemed nothing like a succubus. She was of course jaw-droppingly gorgeous, but plain, modest even. She was tall with a slender body, a small but perky chest above a snatched and unusually long waist. She had noticeable hips, with supple yet muscular thighs leading down to legs that could make most models jealous.
As I tried to make sense of all this, I could see the unnatural parts of her were blurry. But as I focused, it was like a fog in my head was clearing. Her skin was black, but it was inhuman, shiny even, like oil glistening under a full moon, with scales of twilight on the back of her hands that would fade out past her wrist but reappear on parts of her waist and around her knees. I don't even know how I had missed her wings and tail, made of what looked like leather as dark as her skin, yet her wings had what seemed like bones stretching in between patches of it, with holes poked randomly.
It quickly dawned on me that I was staring. Before I could look away, I got a playful smile from her as she held my gaze in hers. She finally looked away, and I could feel that invisible restraint disappear.
"Hm, how curious. No wonder you were able to call me, but it seems they are still opening. But either way this is a delightful find," Vel said excitedly. "Hm, new idea. Uhm, I'm so sorry. I was so intrigued by this situation I didn't even get your name."
"Uh I'm Nyxen Lenira. My parents were very gothic, but uhm could you please explain what's going on?"
"Nyx! What a delightful name, and right, of course, I'll explain everything in a moment. First, a choice," Vel said, now tapping her feet happily on the floor. "So would you rather be my plaything and eventually die, or would you rather be my little project and be under my complete control?"
"Can I not just like forgot this ever happened and go to sleep?" I asked cautiously.
"Of course not, but I see how this can be difficult. How about a test instead? If you win, I'll just simply disappear and leave you with a gift of your choice. But if you lose, I'll choose for you. How does that sound?" Vel replied with a grin.
"I guess I don't really have a choice. How will this work?"
Before she answered, she took my hand and interlaced our fingers. Her hands were soft and warm, yet unusually comforting. Vel seemed lost in thought. Vines sprout from nowhere, wrapping and twisting, blooming in odd unusual colors around both of our arms until stopping at my shoulder. She seemed proud of her work and then looked at me.
"Now, your turn. Don't be alarmed, I'll guide you. Close your eyes and focus on the feeling of my hand. Think about all the weird feelings you've had or sense of abnormal that you've felt," Vel said, guiding me gently.
I tried to understand her. I wanted to be confused but for some reason everything she said made sense. As I listened to her, my hand felt warmer. My body seemed to ease as if my exhaustion just vanished, and I felt different. Poking around my fingers was a feeling of tightness. As I opened my eyes, small black vines with thorns were wrapped tightly around my and her fingers.
"I wasn't actually sure you could do it, but you more than surprised me. Well, I'm obviously not letting such a prize go. But this certainly deserves more than most," she exclaimed.
She came close and wrapped her arms around me, letting one slide down and firmly grasp my hips, the other roaming through my hair. I could feel my body relax, a sense of ease washing over me. As I closed my eyes, she brought her lips close and gently kissed me, slowly at first but growing in passion with each second. A heat bloomed in me and there was a rising discomfort in my sweatpants.
She seemed to notice and let up for just a moment. She moved her arm from my hip and placed it near the bottom of my torso, letting it simply sit there. Before I could ask anything, a warm burning sensation seemed to spread from her hand, slowly growing warmer but never hurting, barely even uncomfortable, and it seemed to fade as quickly as it started.
