Succubus & Shapeshifter Lovers: Part Two (complete)

Ever since you met Sylvie and Sam you’ve been spending more time with them. It starts out as drinks every now and then, and texting with them while on your lunch break. Sometimes you go to a movie together. You have fun hanging out with them and they make you feel comfortable. You feel like you can talk to them about anything.

At work, you sometimes drift away thinking about them. You wonder what they're doing, if they’re stressing over apartment-hunting, working themselves, or just relaxing. You picture what Sylvie could be wearing, what forms Sam could be taking. It helps you get through the rigors of office life. Work is work, but Sylvie and Sam let you vent about how stifling it is, and how little wiggle room your employers give you. As a temp, you seemed to have a different job every single week. It’s nice having them to turn to when you feel low.

One Saturday they pick you up for lunch, and Sylvie says they have something they want to show you. Once Sam pulls up to the curb and you get in, Sylvie leans towards you from the back seat with a happy expression. “Before we go to lunch, we want to show you the new place!” Her voice is bright and bubbly, and she seems fit to burst.

“You finally got a new apartment?” You grin as you step into the car and sit down.

“Actually, it’s a small house just outside of town. It’s a bit further away, but since both of us work from home we thought it would be worth it.” Sam has taken on the appearance of what looks like another succubus, with dark green and black skin, fading to shimmery grey at his fingertips. His hair is long and tied back into a sloppy ponytail.

“Oh,” you murmur. “Further out? So you won’t be in town anymore?” You force a smile. You’ve gotten so used to them being nearby, but you’re happy they found a new home all the same. 

Sam shakes his head. “We needed the extra space for our respective work, and there was nothing like that available there. But this place is absolutely perfect - I mean, so long as the plumbing holds out.”

Sylvie leans forward again. “Don’t be so glum. We’ll still be coming in regularly. And now we can host slumber parties! You can escape town for the weekend and come hang with us for a couple of days.”

You’re glad your rosacea is a little active today, because the red covers the hot blush prickling your cheeks. “That could be fun,” you chuckle softly. “Can adults even have slumber parties?”

Sam lets out a laugh. “We’re adults, we can do whatever we want!” 

The house is cute - obviously old and in need of some repairs, but nice considering they just moved from crowded apartments with less-than-perfect roommates. They already have some of their things moved in, and Sam has begun working on setting up his recording room while Sylvie keeps an office near the kitchen.

“I was sick and tired of either using Sylvie’s place or my room for recording videos. It’ll be nice just having a place for it. I want my room to be my room, and my work to be work,” Sam says after giving you a tour of his office. 

You feel the blush creep back up. You think he knows you’ve watched some of his videos, but you haven’t yet divulged which ones exactly and how much. You can understand why he’d want his own space to film, because it allows him more space, more variety. 

“Do you have any plans for new stuff once it’s all set up?” you ask. 

Sam wiggles his eyebrows. “Do you?”

Your jaw drops, then your break into a grin. “You sure you wanna know about that?”

Sam puts his arm around you and playfully pulls you close. “I want to know absolutely everything.”

Your heart pulses rapidly with excitement. Looking up into Sam’s deep brown eyes, you want to kiss him. You’ve felt like that for a while now, but you’ve held yourself back since you became friends with him and Sylvie.

“I ordered the pizza,” Sylvie pops into the room. “Hey! Are you two getting cozy without me?”

“Just playing.” Sam doesn’t let you go, and you can feel his warmth start to seep through your clothes.

Sylvie smirks devilishly. “Oh, sure. Just playing leads to ‘it just slipped in’.” She winks playfully at you. “And I’d like to be around should that ever happen.”

You push away from Sam and go over to the window. “It’s hot in here. Can I open this thing?” You struggle with it, but it feels painted shut.

“Yeah, first on our list is air conditioning,” Sylvie huffs. “I will not work without it. I will not suffer this sort of cruel punishment.”

“We’re getting it, don’t worry,” Sam assures her. “Someone is coming about the windows, once they can actually open. Then we can get those window units we looked at.”

Sylvie tilts her chin up. “That’s right, we are.” She turns back to you as you sheepishly approach. “Anyway, this is all our elaborate plan to ask you to help us move next weekend. Can you?”

You fan your face, hoping to cool down. “I’m free after work on Friday. I can help you as soon as I get out of the door.”

Sam’s eyes light up with a smile. “If you’d like, we’ll at least be moving our beds out that evening. We can pick you up if you wanna spend the night.”

You get a rush of ideas, and none of them help to cool you down. You’ve read too much of Sylvie’s erotic fiction and watched just one too many of Sam’s videos. 

“I think she’s blushing.” Sylvie reaches out and pats your cheek. “Or is this a fever?” She kisses your forehead, then giggles. “Blushing.”

You touch your forehead where she kissed it while she grins at you. “Yeah? And?” You counter. “I don’t expect anything to happen.”

“Only if that’s what you want,” Sylvie shrugs. “But we’re more than happy to make a fantasy or two come true. We told you that from the get-go.”

You swallow the lump in your throat as it rises up from the pit in your stomach. “But we’re friends now,” you murmur anxiously. “I wouldn’t want to do anything to hurt that.”

“It wouldn’t have to.” Sam places his hand on the small of your back. “We like you too, and we want to be with you however you want to share.”

You bite on your lip as you try to gather your thoughts. “Let me think about it.”

“Aw, sweetie.” Sylvie wraps you up in a hug. “We’ll always be your friends. You don’t need to worry about doing anything to please us. Just be your charming, lovely self, alright?”

Sylvie smells so good, and her hugs are so strong. “I just like you both so much. But I mean, I would be lying if I said I hadn’t had an inkling.”

“An inkling?” Sylvie purrs into your ear, making the hair at the nape of your neck stand on end.

“An idea.” You step from her embrace, but her hand captures yours. “I’ve watched Sam’s videos and read your stories, so...”

“Which has been your favorite?” Sam asks excitedly. “I’ve been dying to know, but I didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.”

“Um...” You bite your lip, almost afraid to answer. But his excited expression is so cute and sweet, you sort of want to see more. “It’s the POV one, where you’re like pretending to be the teacher.” You fidget and press your thighs together.

Sam’s bright smile grows. “Sylvie helped me with that one! It’s one of my favorites too.”

Sylvie smirks. “The one with the belt? Where he slaps his thigh with the belt as he threatens to spank you?”

You dart your eyes away. “It’s just sexy, OK?” you blurt. “He looks really good in it, and his voice is...” You shake your head. “You both did a good job.”

Sylvie looks at you with a new expression, and her smile grows as her hand runs gently up your arm. “You don’t need to get flustered with us. You can be open about your sexuality.” She turns as there is a knock at the door. “For now, let’s put that on hold and go have lunch.”

As she leaves to answer the door Sam takes your hand. He presses a soft kiss to your temple. You chuckle shyly. “What was that for?” 

“I like you too. We want you to feel safe with us, so whatever it takes, we’ll earn that. Like she said, you just need to be yourself.” He gives your hand a squeeze before you walk out to join Sylvie for lunch.

You have time to think about their offer, and you’re going to help them move regardless. All you need to do is figure out how much you want to share with Sam and Sylvie. You’ve had some unpleasant experiences in the past, who hasn't? And if you took them up on the initial offer of a one-night stand, that first night it wouldn’t be an issue. Now, there are feelings on both sides, and you need to be sure of your own feelings. 

That Friday you wait outside your workplace with an overnight bag for Sam to pick you up. Once his car pulls up, you race to the curb to meet him. The back seat is filled with boxes and there is a mattress strapped to the roof, so you have to sit with your bag between your feet. He looks like a lizardman again. 

“Thanks again for helping us. This is going to be so much easier with more hands.” Sam says.

You wonder if his words were deliberately chosen, or if you’re overthinking them. “Is Sylvie at the house?”

Sam nods. “She’s getting her bedroom set up for tonight.”

“About tonight...” You can’t help but chuckle nervously. “Well, I was wondering if tonight, I mean, if you aren’t exhausted or anything, I would like to...” You can’t get the words out just right. They sound so stiff, like you’re trying to plan a business meeting.

Sam glances at you at the stoplight and grins. “Are you asking what I think you’re asking?”

You look up at him shyly. “I can’t stop thinking about you and Sylvie. I really want to become more with both of you.”

Before the light changes, Sam dips down and kisses you. You touch his face, pressing close until somebody starts honking behind you.

“Yeah, yeah,” Sam scoffs as he reluctantly pulls away. He places his hand on your knee, rubbing it as he grins. “I was kind of hoping you’d say that. I’ve really liked you since that night we first met.”

“You kept calling me cute,” you smile.

“Because you are!” He gives your leg a squeeze. “Now, once we get home, you’re going to have to tell Sylvie and I what you want. This night is going to be special.”

“You don’t have to make it special, I just want to spend time with you.” Your face grows warm, as does your groin. “Maybe an orgasm or two.”

Sam grins widely. “But this is going to be about you, and we’re going to give you whatever you want.”

Once you’re at the house you grow excited to see Sylvie. You find her in her bedroom, pissed off and trying to assemble her new bed frame. She’s wearing a sports bra and high-waisted shorts, once again looking comfortable while effortlessly glamorous. 

“We’re taking a break,” Sam tells her.

“How can I take a break?” she snaps. “This bed is kicking my ass! I should have just kept my old one.”

“No, listen, we’re taking a break.” He puts his hands around your waist.

Sylvie looks angrily at him, but then when she focuses on you her gaze softens. Her lips part. Standing from the floor, she takes you from Sam and gives you a long, deep kiss. That radiant warmth flows through your body again. It relaxes you and makes you eager for what’s to come. The succubus touch has really helped you in deciding exactly what you want.

“I am going to make you so happy!” Sylvie hugs you tight. “Tonight is going to be the best you’ve ever had!”

You go into the living room to have a talk. Even with Sylvie’s succubus touch you’re still nervous about bringing up a few things you would like. But you can see they’re both excited, so you gather up the nerve to lay it all out. Sylvie sits beside you and takes hold of your hand. Warmth flows through your fingertips and down your wrist. It seeps into your heart, making your pulse less like a nervous butterfly and more relaxed. 

“I’ve been told I’m a pillow princess,” you confess. “I’m not sure if that’s good or bad, but I just like feeling someone lavish attention on me.” You glance away as your heart starts to flutter. “I like rough hands on me. I like getting my hair pulled, and I like teeth.” You tighten your fists on your knees. “I like how ballgags look, and...” you glance back at Sam, who is watching you with intense and tender eyes. “That teacher scenario... I like it too.”

Sylvie claps her hands together. “This gets the juices flowing. I have so many ideas.” She turns and looks at Sam. “Do you have one of those in all your supplies?”

He nods. “It’s new too, never opened. All I need to do is wash it off.”

Sylvie smiles at you. “We can start now, if you like?”

A static crackle goes down your spine. You almost bounce in your seat. “Really? Are you sure you’re not busy?”

You watch as Sylvie moves over to you, sitting down beside you and pulling you close. Sam gets up and leaves the room, but Sylvie takes you gently. She kisses you, tilting your chin up while she tugs up your skirt. She rubs your thigh and moans against your cheek. “You’re wearing pantyhose,” she giggles.

“For work.” You look down as she unbuttons your shirt, exposing the tops of your breasts and the lace of your bra. 

“Sam is going to like them.” She glances back up at you. “I’ve been going light with the touch, but if you want, I can amp it up to relax you more.”

You nod sheepishly. “It might be nice. I’m a little nervous.”

“Not to worry. I’ll take care of you.” Sylvie kisses your chest and gently nips your skin. 

You gasp at the rush it gives you, chomping down on your lip and throwing your head back against the sofa. The flow doesn’t come from just where she’s touching you, but from directly in your blood. It feels like stepping into a hot bath, and you melt right away. Sylvie opens your shirt and presses her face between your breasts with a giggle.

Behind you, you hear the creak of the floorboards. You look up to see Sam standing over you, holding the ball gag in his hand. His expression is expectant, brow pinched, eyes dark. You sort of like it on him.

“She’s wearing panyhose, Sam,” Sylvie purrs as she lifts her head. “Your favorite.”

Sam bends down to kiss you while Sylvie unzips your skirt and tugs it off. His big, strong hand goes down your shoulder and cups your breast. He squeezes while his long tongue slithers into your mouth.

Sylvie’s fingers slip between your legs, rubbing your mound and finding a nice wet spot forming. “She’s so excited already.”

She takes the ball gag from Sam as he picks you up off the sofa. Sam sets you in his lap and he rubs his hand up and down your leg. His eyes gleam with intent, and when he looks into your eyes your nipples go hard. You bite your lip and slowly reach down, palming the front of his pants as he grows hard. “What are you going to do to me?” you whisper into his ear.

Sam tilts his head to the side and smirks. “Once I get nice and hard, I’m going to throw you over my knee and see just how naughty you really are.”

You unsuccessfully try to hide a smile, and Sam kisses you. Sylvie removes your bra and cups your breasts in her hands from behind as she nibbles the nape of your neck. 

“Ready?” she purrs into your ear.

You nod, and she places the red ball into your mouth. Once she has it latched, Sam bends you over his knee. He snaps the pantyhose against your skin and chuckles to himself.

“You’ve been a bad girl, haven’t you?” His large palm runs over your rear. “Getting both Ms. Sylvie and I all excited.” He swats, popping your rear and making you jump. “You’ve made us both.” He slaps again and rubs. “Naughty girls like you deserve only one thing.” He pokes a hole into the pantyhose and rips it open at the crotch. His bare palm rubs your ass, squeezing and slapping again.

You moan against the ball gag, wriggling your ass out to feel his touch more. 

“Oh no, no, this won’t do. I think she likes it,” Sylvie teases. “I don’t think spanking is enough for her, teacher.”

You hold back your excited giggles.

“It never is for girls like her.” Sam pushes aside your panties and you feel his fingers slip down, finding you melting and hot. As his fingers sink between your labia you let out a long, anguished moan.

Sylvie grabs your hair and wraps it around her fist. She pulls your head back, and you cry out despite the gag. Her hands clap down as Sam’s thick fingers slip inside you. The spark of pain mixed with the pleasure flows through you, and you whimper in ecstacy.

“Shit, look how wet she is.” Sam pulls out his fingers to show Sylvie, and she sucks them clean.

“Not bad,” Sylvie purrs. “But it just goes to prove what sort of deviant we’re dealing with.” She presses her lips to your cheek and neck before swirling her tongue in your ear. “You look like you’re having too much fun. Are you?”

You nod and she kisses your cheek. “Good. It’s only starting for you.” She pulls your hair, making your get off of Sam’s lap and bend over the arm of the sofa. 

“There’s only one way to get girls like her to behave.” Sam unzips his pants, then grabs hold of your hips. Your eyes widen as you feel him press against your eager, dripping slit.

“If that doesn’t work, I have a few tricks up my sleeve,” Sylvie giggles. “Let’s see what she’s got.”

As Sam pulls your hips backwards, you take him deep inside. He’s thick, and you can feel his pulse beating through you. You tighten around him, wanting to feel more. He almost seems to get bigger inside. Oh, that’s right - he’s a shapeshifter, and he can guess what you want so well.

Sam takes your hair into his fist and pulls it, although he feels gentler than Sylvie. He grinds deep inside you, pulling out completely before slamming back in again. You wail against the ball gag, and drool begins to dribble down your chin.

“Seek how good that is?” Sylvie’s fingers slip down, rubbing your clit while Sam moves inside you. “I love the way you look.” She kisses Sam, and you can hear them moan behind you. 

Sylvie’s fingers do the charm, and you can no longer hold on. You thrust back against Sam, grinding him inside while you throb and pulse. The orgasm shakes you to your core, rippling out and crashing through your limbs until you’re nearly falling off the sofa.

Sam pulls away from you, his cock still hard. Sylvie lays you on your back on the floor and kisses you while her fingers continue to play with your sensitive mound. You watch as Sam tugs off her shorts and slips inside her. From your position you watch his cock slip in and out as Sylvie giggles and moans. She leans down, suckling your breast while her fingers go inside you. She bites and tugs, making you whimper desperately. 

“Take it off her,” Sam growls. “Take it off!” He pulls away from Sylvie as she removes the ball gag. She kisses you and Sam slips his cock between your lips. He pulses and shivers, and at last his come spills over your lips and tongue and cheeks. Sylvie laps it up, moaning with pleasure as Sam presses his cock into your mouth. You moan against him, suckling him until he’s spilled every drop.

Sam lays down in your lap, breathing heavily as he relaxes. Sylvie kisses you again, licking the mess from your lips. You feel lighter than air, almost carefree. You kiss her back, wanting to thank them both for giving you something you needed. 

“You alright?” Sam asks once he’s caught his breath. “You had fun, right? Nothing too weird?”

He’s so sweet, all you want to do is hug him and kiss him all over. His tender expression bled through, even when he was playing the scenario with you. “You could have been a little rougher, Sam.” You kiss him. “Sylvie was more on-script than you were, afraid to say.”

“I didn’t wanna hurt you.” A small pout comes to his lips and he places his hands around your waist. “I got a little nervous because I was so excited.”

“It’s alright.” You cup your hands around his face and he nuzzles into your palms. “I didn’t think I’d enjoy you ripping my pantyhose but I did get a kick out of it. You’ll know for next time.” You turn and smile at Sylvie. “You really went for it.”

Sylvie winks. “You inspire me, what can I say? I’ve got a new muse to play with.” She kisses your cheek. “Once Sam gets his energy back, I have another idea to try.”

Sam smiles shyly. “I’ll try and be a little rougher than you wanted. It’s easier during my videos to act mean, but when I’m holding you it’s different.”

“It’s not about being mean. It’s more about taking me.” You kiss him again. “You were wonderful. As long as it’s you, I would enjoy anything.”

Sam sits up from the floor and joins Sylvie in kissing you. “We have all the time in the world. We’ll play every game in the book.” Sylvie purrs.

You grin from ear to ear. “That’s perfect.”

The three of you have a quick dinner, then work on putting Sylvie’s bed back together. Once that’s done, Sylvie decides to christen the new bed, and you end up playing another game. Sam acts like a monster under the bed, transforming so he has tentacles that snap out from under the bed to grab you and Sylvie. 

In the morning, you come to drooling on Sam’s chest and with Sylvie’s leg hooked over yours. You slowly blink as the sun filters through the old blinds. You yawn and stretch, trying to wake up fully even though the comfort of the bodies beside you makes you want to fade to sleep again.

Sylvie’s hand rests on your stomach, and she snuggles close to kiss your shoulder. “Sleep well?”

“Too well,” you sigh. “What day is it?”

Sylvie giggles. “I’m pretty sure it’s Saturday, sweetie.”

Sam’s arm tightens around you. “I’ll get up and make breakfast. Just give me a minute.”

You snuggle back down, smiling as Sylvie hugs you too. You feel comfortable and happy, and you can’t wait for what the day may bring.