Step Sister Succubus 3
Marc had never been more terrified to have a girl holding his erection. There was a lump in his throat, the hair on the back of his neck was standing on end, his skin was covered in nervous goosebumps, and it felt like he was sweating bullets without a hint of perspiration.
Sophia gave him an exasperated look.
"If you hold still, this will be done sooner," she chastised. "And please, you said you trusted me, so please, relax will you?"
The buzz of the hair trimmers sounded like a droning doom to Marc as Sophia deftly manoeuvred the clippers over his scrotum. He'd agreed to let her trim his pubic hair, on the grounds that she would be able to do even freakier, more pleasurable things with it gone. Now he was having second thoughts, though she hadn't nicked him yet.
"Can't you use magic or something?" he mumbled, cock twitching in her hand, invigorated by some initial pleasing touches, and kept hard with a bit of her magic, because Marc was certain it was twitching in fear and wouldn't be erect without Sophia's little 'cheats'. But it made her job easier, according to her.
"No, not really," she answered as she carefully drew the blades up the backside of his erection. "I'm not that powerful, changing the bodies of others is way harder than changing my own."
"But it's just hair."
"Yeah, it's just hair, but right now trimmers and wax are better options than my powers. So just quit squirming, I'm almost done."
He winced at the mention of wax, the few strips she'd used on him thus far more than a little painful, though her powers helped with the discomfort.
But, even in his panic, Marc could see the fruits of her efforts, his pubic hair slowly trimmed away to reveal bare skin, the wax strips she'd initially applied effective in removing the stubble, though she couldn't be too swift.
She produced some scissors, and removed a few niggling roots of hair along his testicles. She applied a few more wax strips, making him grunt in pain, doing his best not to scream out like a bitch.
Eventually, however, she put her instruments of torture away, lathered a cream into her hand, and gave him a few tantalising, twisting strokes around his shaft, and fondled his balls, lathering the stuff into his member and jewels. All the discomfort faded instantly, and he let out a few stimulated pants, before Sophia released his genitals, only to rinse his length down with a cup of water, splashing out into the bowel she'd placed beneath his crotch whilst he sat leaning backwards on a small block stool, collecting hair and whatever else.
His member stood glistening and clean, and utterly smooth. It honestly looked great to him, it looked bigger, it looked cleaner.
"Whoa... that does look good," he admitted as he admired his own dick.
Sophia leaned back, smirking confidently.
"I told you you could trust me~" she asserted smugly. "And now look at you... looking rather studly there, bro~"
He rolled his eyes.
"You're never gonna stop that, are you?"
"I thought you'd have figured that out by now~" she answered teasingly, eyes wandering over his boner, before glancing up at him. "You know... it'd be a waste to let you go soft~"
Marc couldn't help a thin smile as she made the suggestion, his cock bobbing eagerly.
"What have you got in mind?"
"Well, given what I got your groin all naked for, I think I should offer a... demonstration~"
She dropped to all fours and pushed the bowl aside, gently spreading Marc's legs wider so she could get her head close to his junk
"We'll make this quick, we have to do some shopping today for mum and dad."
"Yeah, yeah, I haven't forgotten. But how quick this is relies solely on you, Sophia," he remarked with a small smirk.
Her grin turned devious and dangerous, putting some nerves back into Marc.
"Oh, it'll be quick~" she said... and then opened her mouth to let her tongue snake out, much further than any human tongue could ever dream off. Inches unfurled past her lips, bending in the air like a tentacle as it made for his member, the tip of her tongue first grazing along his balls, slowly wrapping up his sack and giving the orbs within a gentle squeeze.
The muscle coiled around further, slithering around his root and slowly up his shaft.
"Holy shit," Marc exclaimed, finding no other words to express his feelings at the sight... and the sensation, a little gasp leaving him as inches of wet, slippy tongue slid against his cock and balls with a spiralling, gliding sensation.
Her lips were tugged into a devious smile, and with a small, open-mouthed laugh, she began to work away once the tip of her tongue was grazing along his glans, slipping up the sloped side to press to the opening. She started stroking his cock with her muscle, contracting and widening the gaps between the coils of her tongue, slicking his shaft with her saliva. He could even hear it, a lewd sound of quiet squelching and subtle squishing.
The tip of her tongue rubbed at his glans, gathering up every drop of precum that oozed from his tip before it even had a chance to roll down his member.
All the while, his balls were massaged and gently tossed about in their sack by the inches of tongue that wound around it.
The motions only grew more erratic as well, slippery flesh twisting and rubbing every which way, but not once did she bring her lips to his shaft, or his balls. They remained well away from him, twisted into a haughty smirk, Sophia knowing full well she'd won.
Not that Marc minded much, though he was still blown away by the genuinely
freaky
nature of what she was doing.
Her tongue had extended to a length rivalling some actual snakes, with dexterity akin to tentacles. And she was stroking him off with it.
No wonder he could already feel himself nearing a climax, his hands pressing hard into the tiled floor of the bathroom.
"Fuck, I'm gonna..." he warned as more precum dribbled from his tip, swiftly lapped up by her relentlessly stroking tongue.
She giggled softly, confident in her skills and eager to see him blow his load... and when Marc saw the length of her tongue start to faintly glow, and when he felt a familiar tugging sensation in his junk and his core, and the euphoric pleasure that followed it, he knew it was
definitely
, going to be quick. Groans escaped him, then husky pants as her tongue moved faster, twisting, stroking, bunching together or spreading its coils apart, it did every erratic technique Sophia could manage with it coiled as it was... and it was more than enough for Marc, moaning a little harshly as she wrung his seed from his dick, white ropes of cum spattering down onto the muscle and the floor below. None of it landed on her face, even with how high the spurts went thanks to the utterly
alien
stimulation, and the ever so light energy drain, Marc watching as the current of the glow, swirling faintly around her tongue, ebbed into her mouth, before it faded when she released his cock, the last wisp of energy trailing behind the tip of her tongue as it was recoiled into her mouth. As if resetting her jaw and tongue, she smacked her lips and gave them a salacious lick, before smirking at him.
"I told you it'd be quick~" she quipped.
Marc huffed softly as he recovered from that orgasm; it wasn't the most potent she'd driven him to, but that... 'tonguejob'? It was something else.
"Guess you were... that was worth you putting blades to my dick," he admitted.
"Of course it was~ Now, get ready, we've got some shopping to do," she told him, rising to her feet as she grabbed a nearby sponge and tossed it onto the ground, moving it with her foot and wiping up Marc's cum.
He got to his own feet and found his pants, putting them back on and pushing the block he'd just been sitting on aside. Sophia picked the sponge up and placed it in the sink, and ran warm water through it... and some magic to draw out his cum, feeding on the essence still contained within.
His mind was still processing the situation, in a way, the surreal fact of having been made to cum with a prehensile tentacle-like tongue, and now both of them casually cleaning themselves up since they needed to do some shopping.
He felt like he should've been far more bewildered about it than he was... but the surreality was tempered with the mundane.
He got dressed and followed Sophia out of the bathroom, his crotch feeling a little strange, especially now that it no longer had hair.
"C'mon, we'll call a cab," she said.
"Yeah, right," he answered, though for as normal as that exchange was, he couldn't help stare at her ass, imagining it without the short, tight knee-length jeans she was currently wearing, that curvaceous posterior on full display.
He had to quell the memories lest his cock stir again, an inconvenience when going out in public.
They gathered their things - wallets and shopping bags - and rang the taxi.
Marc belatedly realised this was the first time they'd done anything
normal
since they first met, at least together. And without that air of discomfort and distance between them.
Though things weren't exactly normal either way.
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The taxi ride was short and brief, and they began making their way along the main pedestrian path along the CBD of the suburb. It was a weekend noon, so it was rather busy. People were out and about, buying things, eating at the cafes, walking their dogs.
A pretty ordinary Saturday. Marc almost forgot he was walking with a succubus, but that was never too far from his mind, especially with the looks she drew, in her tight jeans and her soft pink top, which did not cover her midriff. It was casual fashion, not unlike what a lot of other girls wore, but she could flaunt it without even trying. Even female eyes were drawn to her, and Marc thought he spied a few grumpy looks at distracted boyfriends.
It made him feel kinda self-conscious in a way, no doubt earning a bit of envy.
But, the looks were quick and hardly mesmerised. A few words were exchanged, but no more than the typical bombshell that happened to be walking the streets. Most returned their attention back to their own things. Marc turned his attention to their job, so as to not get distracted himself.
"Why did we come here? Why not stop at the supermarket?" he asked.
"Mum asked me to get a few things from the local boutique. And I figured we could stop by for a coffee before we get the shopping done," she explained, before casting him a small smile.
He did his best to stop himself being flustered. Not in public, he couldn't allow that.
"We're not dating, you know," he murmured.
"Can't a brother and sister hang out? Besides, I like my cafe coffees."
"I suppose that's fair, but what would your mum need at a boutique anyways? She seems to have that sorted pretty well."
"Oh Marc, a lady doesn't have to reveal
all
her secrets now," she teased with a small laugh. "C'mon, we'll get this quick so you don't have to suffer the girl stuff for too long."
"I'm not
that
self conscious."
