Succubus Girlfriend: Sig Part Two (complete)

Sig sits poised behind the desk, going through of stack of books that she slips a bookmark into before placing them into packages that are to get mailed off. You’ve just come back through the door. It’s snowing out, and you’ve been tossing salt on the sidewalk.

Sig jumps down from her chair and hurries over to you. “Cold?”

“Yeah,” you huff, peeling off your gloves. “The wind is awful out there.” You rub the tip of your freezing nose and sniffle.

Sig smiles up at you. “Then let me make you some of that cinnamon tea I got. It’ll warm you right up!” She turns to walk away, but your grab her and slip your cold fingers under her toasty sweater. 

“I know something else that will warm me right up,” you tease. “Come on, Pumpkin, get a little closer.”

Sig huffs, grunting as you sneak your hands further up her shirt. “They’re really cold!” she pouts. “Stop it, ah-” 

You kiss the nape of her neck. Her hair is pulled up into a cute, fluffy bun today. “Stop it? You sure?” You pull her closer to you, pulling her sweater up so you can see better. “I really do enjoy sweater weather.”

“Too cold!” Sig whines. She bites her bottom lip. “Seriously,” she huffs. “It’s freezing.”

You remove your hands and tug down her sweater, smoothing it along her hips before patting her rear. “I figured succubi were always warm.”

“I’m made for cuddling,” Sig grumps, tilting her cheek up so you can kiss it. “Not melting.” She goes over to the table, where she has an electric kettle and coffee pot set up. She pours hot water into a mug, then places a tea bag inside. Soon, the whole place smells like a cinnamon factory.

“Oh wow, potent stuff,” you remark, leaning on the table as she adds a hefty glob of honey.

Ever since you accidentally summoned Sig, she has been making small changes and additions to your bookstore. She added a small section of new bestsellers just to bring in a crowd. She also started the free tea and coffee as well as a reading nook for regulars. She’s started curating an online shop, which gets a lot of old inventory off the shelves. Thanks to her and her new ideas, you are making more money than before, an actual living wage. 

“I thought you’d like it, considering how fast you went through all the pumpkin spice stuff I got-” You press you finger to her lips.

“Don’t mention that,” you murmur. “I never liked the stuff until you came around. Now I feel basic.”

Sig kisses your fingertip. “I think it’s cute.” She watches you as you take your first sip of the cinnamon tea. “How is it?”

“It’s like drinking one of those Red Hots candies.” You smack your lips. “It’s pretty good.” You shrug and go back to the pile of books you were working on. It’s a delivery from an auction you won - a stash of books that someone salvaged from an abandoned library. So far it’s a handful of old ‘Little House on the Prairie’ books and a few battered dictionaries. But then you pull out one book that is bright red, embossed with silver letters. You dust off the cover. The lettering looks like a form of runes you’ve not seen in ages.

“Something smells,” Sig stops packaging orders and her nose crinkles. She looks towards you, then grimaces as you open the book up. “What is that?”

“Not sure.” You come closer to her.

Sig taps her fingers over her nose. “That things smells weird! Are you not smelling that?”

“What?” You look at her. “All I smell is the cinnamon.”

Sig frowns. “Smells like old licorice,” she huffs. 

You flip a few pages, glancing over the words and runes. “I’ll have to study this one more carefully. See if I can find anything on it.” You chuckle excitedly, eager to pore over this new tome and learn its secrets. You go to get your supplies, leaving the book with Sig.

Sig looks over the cover. “Well, I’ll be,” she murmurs. “It’s a recipe book.”

You wilt at that, crushed by an overwhelming wave of disappointment. “It’s a cookbook?” you scoff. 

Sig glances back at you. “Not so much a cookbook in the normal sense,” she replies. “More like a cookbook in the Kama Sutra sense.” She flips a few pages.

You furrow your brow. “You’re going to have to explain this to me, Pumpkin,” you scoff. “What is this book?”

“It’s a book for succubi and incubi, or any other creature that feeds off of sexual energies,” she murmurs as she glances over the book. “It’s all sorts of recipes for how to properly flavor your mortal. Like a giant book of foreplay to get the sort of meal you want.” She closes the book. “I haven’t seen one of these in ages.  I thought all of them got burned centuries ago.”

You chuckle. “Now I have a true dilemma.”

Sig looks up at you. “How so?”

“If this book is truly so rare, then it must be worth a small fortune. But it would be nice to have around, especially since I have a Pumpkin who would know exactly how to use it.” You lean over her with a wicked smirk. “What do you say?”

“I say we have a photocopier on the printer.” She leans back, pressing a kiss to your lips. “I can make a PDF version that we can also sell downloads of.” 

“You’re way too devious for me.” You massage her shoulders while kissing her forehead. “Pick out a recipe and we’ll try it tonight.”

Sig giggles. “You sure? Some of these can get pretty rough. What if I choose one that finally bends you to my will?”

You are slipping on your gloves. “I suppose we’ll just have to find out.” You blow her a kiss. “I’ll be right back. I’m going to take care of the back and stairs so we don’t fall to our gruesome deaths tonight.” You go outside to shovel and salt.

That evening you feel more tired than usual. You barely eat anything at dinner, and when Sig checks your temperature she sends you straight to bed. Later that night you wake up, steaming hot, to find Sig smearing VapoRub on your chest.

“What’s going on?” you groan.

“Your breath was rattling. I think you’re getting sick,” Sig pouts. “I’m being preemptive just in case." She frowns at you. “That is why I was making you take those vitamins.”

“It’s just expensive pee,” your voice rasps.

“No it isn’t!” Sig grumps.

You sniffle, then let out a cough that’s unsettlingly wet. 

Sig sighs, kissing your forehead. “Poor baby, just relax. I’ll take care of you.”

You look up at her, placing your hand on her knee. “You won’t get sick?” You ask, then start coughing again.

“I don’t get sick,” she says as she lays back down beside you. “Try and sleep. If you can’t I’ll go make you some of that wellness tea.”

You grimace. “That stuff tastes like feet.”

“Yeah,” Sig sighs, “valerian isn’t for everybody.” She nestles beside you, rubbing her hand up and down your chest. “In the morning I’ll run to the pharmacy.”

“The store-” you try to argue. 

“The store can stay closed for a day!” Sig fusses at you. “It’s still snowing, so no one is even going to be around.”

After a lengthy round of coughing and sniffling that only gets worse, Sig fluffs the pillows to prop you up. She makes you that wellness tea, and turns on the ancient vaporizer you have for some reason. She also turns on her diffuser, but you can’t smell anything, which at least prevents you from tasting the foot tea.

You notice Sig has the ‘cookbook’ on her bedside table, with a couple of pages marked. As she peels you an orange you lay your head on her shoulders. “I’m so glad you’re here,” you murmur.

“I know,” Sig pats your cheek. “Feel like a wedge?”

You take the orange from her fingertips, chewing slowly. “What’s this for?”

“Vitamin C,” she explains. “Your medicine cabinet is literally a toothbrush that has seen some things, an ancient bottle of iodine, and a half-empty box of stool softeners.” She scoffs and shakes her head. “Tomorrow I’m going down to the pharmacy to get you some proper medicine and a first-aid kit.”

You sniffle and turn to glance out the window.

Sig gives you a look. “Oh, don’t pout. I need to get you these things so I can make sure you get better for me. Alright?”

You don’t want to admit you don’t like to be left alone. Years of it was chilling. Moments without her are way worse.

“Sure, sure.” She sets the plate of orange wedges aside and tucks a pillow under your head. “Just get some sleep. That tea must be kicking in.”

You huff and kick your legs, getting your feet out from under the cover. “It’s too hot,” you grumble as you snuggle into your pillow.

“Want to go outside, then?” Sig smirks.

“No,” you huff.

Sig turns the lights down and kisses your forehead. Before you know it, you’ve faded off to sleep. Come morning, you’re curled up in bed with the blanket wrapped around you. Your eyes and nose are crusted over, and you chest feels like a tin can with a pebble in it. You sit up, rubbing your eyes and glancing around the room.

“Sig?” you croak. No answer. “Sig?” You feel a crushing silence bear down on you. The house feels still, the air is chilled, and everything seems empty. For a moment, a sense of dread rushes over you. She’s gone. Where is she? As sleep wears off, you realize she has probably gone to get the medicine she mentioned. But what if she hasn’t? What if she’s had enough of taking care of you, and decided to leave before she had to do anything else?

After a few moments of crushing self-doubt the front door opens and you hear Sig huff. “So fucking cold,” she grumbles. Footsteps come down the hall, and you look up hopefully as she appears in the doorway. “You conscious?” she asks.

“Were you at the pharmacy?” you grunt as you try to sit straighter.

“That’s right.” She walks over to the bedside, setting down an emerald-green bottle of cough syrup. “I also got some chicken soup for later.” She gives you the eye. “You getting cranky on me?”

“I woke up and you weren’t here,” you grumble.

“I told you I was going today. I thought I could sneak out and come back before you woke up.” Sig cups her hand around your forehead. “Still warm. Okay, I’m going to make you some oatmeal to eat before I drown you in medicine,” she huffs. “Can you get over your pouting for me while I do that?”

You glance away from her. “Maybe.”

“Do better.” Sig turns on her heel, leaving to go back into the kitchen.

You flop back into bed, laying back and sighing deeply. She came back. She isn’t fed up with you. Although, if you aren’t careful, she might be. 

When she returns with oatmeal, you want to fight her on it. You hate oatmeal, always have. You never liked the texture, and as a kid your parents always made it too runny. Instead, you sit back, taking the bites Sig feeds you. She’s loaded it with honey and cinnamon, and you can almost taste the cinnamon. The way she’s made it, you can almost stand the texture. It’s not runny or lumpy. It’s actually kind of creamy.

Sig then measures out the cough syrup. “Okay, take this. Hopefully, this cold will be kicked in the butt in a couple of days.”

“No way this is just a cold,” you sigh dramatically. “This is worse.” You take the spoonful of medicine and grimace. “How can I barely taste anything, but I still taste that?”

“It’s a sign that it’s just a cold.” Sig closes up the bottle and sets it aside. “Now, lay back and relax. I’m going to clean up the bathroom today, and when I’m done, I’m going to draw a nice, steaming bath, toss in some eucalyptus bath salts and let you soak for a while.”

“Soak with me,” you grumble.

“Maybe,” Sig kisses your forehead. “Just relax. I’ll turn the TV on for you.” She turns it on to some daytime drama and before you know it, you’re out like a light again.

When you wake up again, Sig is sitting in bed beside you reading over the ‘cookbook’. Her eyes are focused, and her lips are slightly parted. She glances down, spotting you looking at her. She closes the book and places her hand over your forehead again. 

“How do you feel?” she asks.

“Achy,” you grunt.

“Want me to start that bath, then?” she asks, pushing your hair away. “You probably feel all sweaty and gross, right?”

You nod. “Yeah, that bath would be nice.”

“Then sit tight, I’ll be right back.” She hops off the bed, and a moment later you can hear the pipes in the walls hum as she turns on the tub. You snuggle into bed, trying to relax even though your joints feel achy. When Sig fetches you and you sink into the hot water, you feel worlds better.

“Just don’t drown, okay?” Sig says. “I’m going to go get the chicken soup ready for you. Just relax and I’ll be back in a minute.”

You grab her hand before she rushes off. You hold her fast, wanting her to stay but too stubborn to admit it.

“Huh?” Sig frowns. “I can’t hear you, sir, speak up.”

“I don’t care about clean bathrooms or chicken soup,” you say as you lace your fingers with hers. “You don’t have to put yourself out for all that junk.”

“Hey, dummy,” Sig kneels down by the claw foot bathtub. “I cleaned the bathroom because it needed it, and I didn’t want you getting sicker. I’m making you chicken soup so you’ll feel better, and get well faster. I keep rushing off to do things so I can take care of you. I want to stay by your side too. I’m not going away because you’re annoying me.” She runs her fingers through your hair, pushing it away from your face. “I’m doing this so I can get closer to you sooner.”

You kiss her palm and hold it to your cheek. “I’m a baby aren’t I?”

“Oh, extremely babyish,” she chuckles. “But you’ll grow out of it soon.” She strips off her clothes and eases into the water with you. She gets behind you, letting you rest your head on her breast. “Now, much better?”

You nod, snuggling your cheek to her bosom. “Much better.”

Sig chuckles, rubbing her palms down your arms and chest. “Want me to tell you about the cookbook?” she asks.

“If you want,” you sigh dreamily.

“Well, once you get better I have found a recipe I really want to try.” She kisses the tips of your pointed ears. “Something we’ve been fooling around with before.”

“Oh?” you moan softly. “What would that be?”

“I’m afraid if I tell you now I’ll get you riled up. So it’s best we wait until you’re a bit better,” she chuckles.

“Mm,” you grunt, content to snuggle between her breasts forever.

After a couple of days, you start to feel like yourself. You’re still a bit stuffed up, but you’re not as useless as you were. The snow has become a blizzard, and you’ve been trapped in the apartment with Sig. You can also tell she’s getting a bit hungry and frustrated. Reading the cookbook and getting ideas hasn’t helped, but you’re finally in a place you feel like you can help her again.

One morning, you manage to wake up before she does. You snuggle up behind her, wrapping your arms tight around her. She starts to stir, and her tail coils around your thigh.

“Good morning, Pumpkin,” you whisper to her.

Sig grunts. “Your cock-” she wriggles her ass against you. “It’s hard.”

You bite her neck and groan. “You want it real quick?”

“I’m starving,” she pants. “But are you sure?” She cranes her neck back to look at you. “Are you feeling okay?”

You kiss her and tug down her panties. “For this, of course.” You guide yourself between her thighs, finding her slit already warm and dripping.

“Oh fuck, hurry,” Sig presses closer to you, opening up her thighs as you slip inside her. She groans loudly, chomping down on her bottom lip. 

You move slowly, pushing deep into her. You angle her leg over your hip for better access. Then you reach around, tapping against her clit.

“Ah!” Sig cries out. “It feels so good!”

“You’re so fucking wet,” you snarl into her ear. “Poor Pumpkin, why didn’t you tell me you needed me so badly?”

Sig cries out, her inner walls pulsing around you. “Don’t talk! Just fuck!”

You thrust harder, deeper, shuddering as you feel her body go rigid. She yells out, spasming and gushing on your cock. You release, unable to prepare yourself for it, and it takes your breath away. You twitch inside her, spent as well.

Sig giggles happily. “Oh, wow,” she purrs. “I needed that.” She rolls over, kissing you hungrily. She swirls her tongue in your mouth then kisses down your chest, nibbling your neck and shoulder.

“Need more?” you chuckle, running your fingers through her hair. “Want to try something from the cookbook?”

Sig straddles your stomach and brushes her hair away from her face. “You sure?” she says with an eager grin. “You feel up to it?”

You rub your hands up her thighs. “Hey, I owe you big. The way you put up with me, unable to escape? I think you’ve earned a treat.”

Sig crawls towards her bedside table. “Well, I do have something in mind. But I wanted to run it by you first.”

“So what’s this recipe?” you ask her, sitting naked on the bed. “What have you got in store for me?”

Sig’s cheeks darken and her lips part. “Well, we’ve played with the idea before, but this takes it to new territory.” She peers over the pages at you. “I know you like that butt plug, but, uhm… how would you feel with my cock in your ass?”

An electric spark crackles down your spine and makes every hair on your body stand to attention. “Your cock?” You try to keep your grin from spreading. “Do tell.”

Sig lays down the book on the bed. “Well,” she starts gently. “There’s a recipe in here that can give me one - a penis, I mean.” She looks up shyly, but you can tell she’s vibrating with excitement. “Would you want to play with that?”

You bite down on your lip and groan. “How long will it take to do it?”

Sig’s eyes sparkle and she scans over the page. Murmuring softly, she reaches between her thighs. She rubs and squeezes her clit, continuing to chant under her breath. Her fingers move faster, and you watch as her clit starts to grow between her fingers. It fills her palm and quickly rises up, touching her belly. The base of it is the same color as her lips, but the tip is a vivid orange color. Ridge cascade down to the base. 

“Wow,” you whisper in awe.

Sig pants and her shaft throbs, bouncing slightly. Her fist pumps over it slowly and her expression is dark and heady. “It feels good.”

“Does it?” You come closer to her, replacing her hand and stroking her. 

“Ah-” Sig yelps. “Oh, fuck.”

You dip down, kissing her breasts and belly. Your tongue trails along her shaft until it swirls around the tip. “Relax,” you coax her. “Enjoy it.” You take her in your mouth, sucking the tip before taking more of the shaft into your mouth.

Sig pants and moans, trembling as your head bobs between her thighs. She arches her hips, bucking them so her cock goes a little down your throat. You choke for a moment, but as you relax and taste her, the sensation begins to feel good.

“If you don’t stop, I’ll cum!” It doesn’t sound like a warning, more like an invitation. So you don’t stop. Her fingers grasp your hair, and her claws trail down the nape of your neck. You can feel her cock throbbing. It trembles, and you can taste something at the back of your tongue.

“I’m cum- I’m cum-” her voice chokes off as her cream hits your tongue. She shivers, bucking her hips more.

As you pull away, she continues to spurt onto your face and lips.

“Oh, wow,” Sig flops back onto the bed. “Oh, shit-” she giggles. 

You climb on top of her like she does you, straddling her and kissing her. “I’ve not done that much. Did you like it or something?”

Sig sighs and nods. “Very much. It was… breathtaking.” She smirks. “Although, the recipe says it makes enough for four servings.”

“Four?” Your eyes widen. “So you still have-”

Sig’s cock rubs against your ass. “We better get you ready.” Sig pushes you down onto the bed. After a few moments of rummaging in the side drawer, she starts prepping you with lube. You moan and your eyelids flutter as her fingers slip inside you. The lube feels cold, and it sends shivers up your spine.

Sig strokes your cock as she fingers you, smirking devilishly to herself. Soon, she pulls your legs up and ruts her cock against you. You feel her press against your tight pucker, and you let out a loud moan as she eases inside. You stretch to accommodate her, feeling every inch as she pushes deep.

“You’re so tight,” Sig whimpers. “I’m going to have fun with this.” She starts moving, rocking her hips. Her smirk becomes a grin as she watches you. You feel every nerve in your body spark and crackle. You moan and gasp as she thrusts deep inside you. Her fingers wrap around your cock, pumping you. You cum without warning, nearly screaming into the pillows as you coat your belly and her fingers in your seed.

Sig keeps going, moving deep inside you. It still feels so good, and when her heat suddenly releases inside, your eyes roll to the back of your head. You still have two more courses of this, but Sig lets you rest for a moment before she takes you again.

You’re blurry-eyed for a moment, coming to your senses after having been played with all day. You feel like sticky putty in the absolute best sense. Sig is laid beside you, delirious and happy like an overfed kitten. You kiss her, managing to get up but nearly falling to the ground on your jelly legs.

“Careful, there.” Sig poses seductively on the bed. “Don’t want you to get hurt now.”

“I was going to get something to eat,” you chuckle. “Build my energy back up.”

Sig stretches. “I’m surprised you can even move. I gave you my all.”

You sit back down, planting a soft kiss on her lips. “Thank you,” you whisper to her. “For doing all you do for me.”

Sig smirks, cupping your cheeks. “I do a lot for me too, you know?” She smooths her thumb across your lips. “And what I do, I do for love.”

You smile, dipping down to kiss her again. “I love you, too.”