Succubus & Shapeshifter Lovers: Part Two (rough draft)

Ever since you met Sylvie and Sam you had been spending more time with them. It started out as drinks every now and then, texting with them while you were on your lunch break, even sometimes a movie. You had fun hanging out with them and they made you feel comfortable, you felt like you could talk to them about anything.

During work, you sometimes drifted away thinking about them. You wondered what they were doing, if they were stressing over apartment hunting, working themselves, or were just relaxing. You pictured what Sylvie could be wearing, what forms Sam could be taking. It helped you pass the day and at least get through the rigors of office life. Work was work, but Sylvie and Sam let you vent about how stifling it was, and how little wiggle room they gave you. Not to mention it was always an ever changing roster for you, since as a temp, you seemed to have a new job every single week. It was nice having them to turn to when you felt low.

One Saturday they were picking you up for lunch, Sylvie said they had something that they wanted to show you. Once Sam pulled up to the curb and you got in, Sylvie leaned up from the front seat with a happy expression.

“Before we go to lunch, we want to show you the new place!” Her voice was bright and bubbly, she seemed fit to burst.

“You finally got a new apartment?” You start to 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 for home we thought it would be worth it.” Sam has taken on the appearance of what looks like another succubus, his skin is dark green and black, fading to shimmery grey at his fingertips. His hair is long and is tied back into a sloppy ponytail.

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

Sam shook 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 leaned forward again from the back seat. “Don’t be so glum, we’ll still be coming in regularly. Not to mention that now we can house slumber parties. So, you can escape town for the weekend and come hang with us for a couple of days.”

You were glad your rosacea was a little active today, the red covered the hot blush prickling all over your cheeks now. “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 it was nice considering they had just moved from crowded apartments with less that perfect roommates. They already had things moved in, and Sam had begun working on setting up his recording room while Sylvie had 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 me a tour of his office. 

You felt the blush creep back up. You think he knew you had watched some of his videos, but you hadn’t yet divulged just what exactly you had and how much. You could understand why he’d want his own space to film, not just to keep his personal like and performing life separate, but also because it allowed him more space, more variety. 

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

Sam wiggles his brows. “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 pulsed rapidly as you grew a little excited. Looking up into Sam’s deep brown eyes, you felt yourself want to kiss him. You’d felt like that for a while now, but you’d held yourself back since you had become friends with him and Sylvie.

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

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

Sylvie smirks devilishly. “Oh sure. Just playing leads to ‘it just slipped in’.” She winks playfully at me. “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, that’s 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 huffs. “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 then turns back to you as you sheepishly approach. “Anyways, this is all our elaborate plan in asking you to help us move nest 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 and a smile appears on his face. “If you’d like, we’ll at least be moving our beds out that evening. We can pick you up if you’d wanna spend the night.”

You get a rush of ideas flowing through your head, none of them helping in cooling you down. You’d 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 while she grins at you. “Yeah? And?” You huff. “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 down 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 it hadn’t been 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, although her hand captures yours. “I’ve watched Sam’s videos and read yoru stories so-”

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

“Uhm-” You bite your cheek, 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 pinch 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?” She purrs. “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 a you with a new light, her smile grows as her hand touches up your arm gently. “You don’t need to get flustered with us. You can be open about your sexuality.” She then 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.

“What was the for?” You chuckle shyly.

“I like you too, so does Sylvie. 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 needed to do was figure out want you really and truly wanted to share with Sam and Sylvie. You’d had some unpleasant experiences in the past, who hadn’t? And had you done the one night stand with then that first night it wouldn’t be an issue. Now, there were feelings on both sides and you needed to make sure of everything before you brought it up. 

That Friday you waited outside of work with an overnight bag for Sam to pick you up. Once his car pulled up, you raced to the curb to meet him. The back seat was filled with boxes and there was a mattress strapped to the roof, so you had 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 told you.

You wondered if his words were deliberately chosen, or if you were over thinking. “Is Sylvie at the house?”

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

“About tonight-” You start but 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, it all sounds forced, like you’re trying to plan a business meeting.

Sam glances at you and at the stop light he 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 and-” Your face grows warm as does your groin. “Maybe an orgasam or two.”

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

Once we’re at the house I grow excited to see Sylvie. I find her in her bedroom, pissed off as she tries 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, lsitem, we’re taking a break.” He puts his hands around your waist.

Sylvie looks angrily at him but then when she looks at you here gaze softens. Her lips parts and she gasps. Standing from the floor she takes you from Sam and gives you a long, deep kiss. That radiant warmth that comes from her 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!” She hugs you tight. “Tonight is going to be the best you’ve ever had!”

You go out into the living room to have a talk, even with Sylvie’s succubus touch you’re still nervous to bring up a few things you would like. You don’t want to seem weird, but that’s your own doubt holding me back. You can see they’re both excited and eager so you gather up the nerve to lay it all out. Sylvie sits beside you and takes hold of your hand. Warth flows through your fingertips and down your wrist. It seeps into your heart, making your pulse feel less of a nervous butterfly and more relaxed. 

“I’ve been told I’m a pillow princess,” you confess. “Not sure if that’s good or bad, but I just like feeling someone lavish me or take care of me.” You glance away as your heart starts to flutter. “I like rough hands on me. I like my hair pulled and I like teeth.” You tighten your fists on your knees. “I like how ballgags look and uhm-” I glance back to Sam who is watching you with intense yet 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 up 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 turns and smiles at me. “We can start now if you like?”

A static crackles goes down your spine and you try to hold back your excitement. 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 goes elsewhere, but Sylvie takes you gently. She kisses you, tiling 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 breast 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, 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 from the rush it gives you, chomping down on your lip as throwing your head back against the sofa. The flow doesn’t come from just where she’s touching you, but almost as if it’s 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 groan of the floorboards. You look up to see Sam standing over you, holding the ball gag in his hand. His expression is tense, 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 walks around and 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 as he smirks. “Once I get nice and hard, I’m going to throw you over my knee and see just how naughty you really are.”

Your smile peeks through as you try to keep it hidden 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 then 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 rubs over your rear. “Getting both Ms. Sylvie all excited.” He swats, popping your rear and making you jump. “You’ve made us both aroused and tormented.” He pops against and rubs. “Naughty girls like you deserve only one thing.” He pokes a hole into the pantyhose and rips them open at the crotch. His bare palm rubs to 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, Mr. Sam.”

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. He growls as he finds you melting and hot. As his fingers sink between your lips you let out a long, languished 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 his tip press at 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 within. He’s thick inside and you can feel his pulse beat through you. You tighten around him, wanting to feel more and 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 completely out before slamming back in again. You wail against the ball gag and your drool begins to dribble down your chin.

“Look how good that is.” Sylvie’s fingers slip down, rubbing your clit while Sam moves inside you. “I love how that looks.” 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 from within. It shakes you to your core, rippling out and crashing through your limbs until you’re nearly falling off the sofa.

Samm pulls away from you, his cock still hard. Sylvie then lays you on your back on the floor. She kisses you while her fingers continue to play with your sensitive mound. You then 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 snarls. “Take it off!” He pulls away from Sylvie as she removes the ball gag. She then kisses you and Sam slips his cock between your lips. He pulses and shivers, 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 heavy as he relaxes. Sylvie kisses you more, licking the mess from your lips. You feel lighter than air, almost care free. 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 was so sweet, all you wanted to do was hug him and kiss him all over. His tender expression bled through, even when he had been playing the scenario with you. “You could have been a little rougher Sam.” You kiss him. “Sylvie was more on page than you were, afraid to say.”

His eyes go wide. “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 charged back up, I have another idea to try.”

Sam smiles shyly. “I’ll try and be a little rougher than you wanted. It’s easier to do it 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 both he and Sylvie kiss 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 himself so he has tentacles and limbs that snap out from under the bed to grab you and Sylvie. 

Come morning, your drooling on Sam’s chest while Sylvie has her leg hooked over yours. You wake up, slowly blinking as the sun filters through the old blinds. You yawn and stretch, trying to come to laugh even though the comfort of the bodies beside you makes you want to fade to sleep again. Sylvie’s hand lays 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 around you too. You feel comfortable and happy, and you can’t wait for what the day will bring.