Succubus Girlfriend (complete)

    I’m usually a quick hunter. I find my mark, I take them, and then I move on. Never get attached to your prey, that is mistake number one. For someone it is the only mistake they’ll make. As I usually try and hunt fast, get in get out, don’t get dirty, this has me troubled. 

I’ve been following this one girl for quite some time and yet I can’t find the moment to strike. It’s alarming me and my reputation. I stick close to her, close enough I can be near her and far enough away she doesn’t know I’m there. Sometimes that is difficult though. People don’t usually flock to her. In fact, it’s quite the opposite. She seems to repel people. Her aura, although quite alluring and is what drew me to her, makes others stand aside.

She’s a lovely girl, at least in my opinion. She has this statue she carries that makes her look regal. Stiff back, forward shoulders, her chin up and her gaze always going straight forward. Her eyes are haunting to me, and they make me want to gaze into them until I see the very depths of her soul. I want to look at her climax from my touch. I want to look at her regality dissolve into a melted puddle of lust and inhibition. It makes me smile just thinking about it. 

As a succubus, I’ve made many many and women lose their perfectly placed veneer of an otherwise straight-laced individual. I’ve turned many hard armored individuals into puddles of their own lust and desire. It’s my pleasure to do so. I so long to do it to her and feel how much she feeds me.

One day she gets on her usual bus, and I go to sit beside her. I smile at her and point to the empty seat. “Mind if I sit down.”

She shakes her head and scoots closer to the window. She doesn’t say a word, and she glances out the window without even looking at me.

I smile at her still, admiring her profile and the curve of her neck. “Your manicure is lovely,” I say.

She turns, her eyes widened slightly. I suppose she's not used to strangers talking to her. She lifts her hand, looking over her nails. “Thank you. I’ve never gotten one before.”

I take her hand, feeling her pulse as it quickens. “I love the color,” I murmur. “That beautiful dark, mossy color. Looking at it, you feel cool and lost in the mist.”

Her cheeks turn red, and she glances away.

“It suits your skin tone very well.” I touch the collar peeking out of her shirt. I adjust it, so it lays flat. I notice her breath catch in her throat as I do so.

“Much better.” I lean back in my seat. “Beautiful day, isn’t it? Do you have any plans?”

She shakes her head. “I uhm...no. I don’t really.” She grasps her knees, and her back stiffens more.

    “Pretty girl like you?” I sigh. “Too bad.”

    She’s quiet, and she looks back out the window. She gets off at the next stop, and so do I. She goes into a building, she never goes there, so it’s kind of a shock. I follow her, seeing that she takes the stairs rather than the elevator. I follow her all the way to the top where she steps out onto the roof. She stands there at the door for the longest time. Her long hair billows in the wind, whipping back and forth and all around her. She then walks forward and goes to the edge. She looks over and stares, once again for a long time. She’s like a gargoyle perched on the ledge, watching and unmoving. 

It shocks me when she moves again, she gets up onto the ledge, and I rush forward. I should have recognized. I should have seen it inside her. I reach out, grabbing her sweater and pulling her. 

“Don’t do this!” I cry out. I rip her back, and she falls on top of me. I wrap her up in my arms, clinging to her and holding fast onto her. “Don’t do it,” I whisper to her. “Please. Don’t.”

She’s quiet, and her heart is beating so fast. She closes her eyes and rests her forehead on my shoulder. Her arms hang limply at her side and her usually stiff body relaxes against mine.

“Why?” She whispers.

“Why you?” I snap at her. I keep her locked in my embrace. “Why would that be necessary?” 

“I can’t breathe,” she murmurs.

“There are other ways!” I don’t know why I’m crying.

She puts her hand on my arm. “No. I mean...you’re holding me too hard.”

I gasp and release her. She sits up and looks at me. She looks so tired, she didn’t look tired on the train. Her eyes are so deep and beautiful still. I touch her cheek and brush away her hair from her lips. A few tears slip down her cheek, and she hangs her head.

“You’re the woman from the bus,” she murmurs. “I see you a lot.”

“I’m sorry,” I whisper.

“For what?” She huffs. “For stopping me?”

I shake my head. “No,” I scoot closer to her. “I mean…” I shake my head. “Forget what I mean. I’m not sorry for stopping you. I’m glad I did that.”

“You shouldn’t be,” she grumbles.

I pull her chin up, making her look up at me. “I’m sorry you feel that way. I’m sorry you didn’t find the help you needed.” I dip down, kissing her cheek and she leans into it.

“That felt nice,” she murmurs. She then gasps and cups her hand over her mouth.

I smile at her and tuck her hair behind her ear. “Let me help you.”

Her hand slips away from her mouth. “You don’t even know me.”

“No. But I want to.”

She lays her head back on my shoulder, and I wrap her up in my arms. From that moment I knew I had made my first mistake. 

I take her back to her place and see that everything has been packed up. Her closets are empty, and her bed has no sheets on it. She sits on the edge of it and takes her shoes off.

“How long have you been planning this?” I whisper.

“A while,” she murmurs. “A long time.”

I turn and look at her as she sits there on the bed. Her hands in her lap and her head down. I sit down beside her and take her hand. “Don’t you have anyone?”

“No,” she replies.

“Metaphorical or literal?” I give her hand a squeeze, and she squeezes back.

“My mother died last year,” she murmurs. “My dad was dead long before that. No siblings. No relatives. My friends are minimal.” She looks at me. “Strangers on the other hand.”

I smile at her. “I don’t want to be a stranger.”

Her brow furrows slightly. “What do you want?” She asks. She slips her hand away and clutches it to her chest. “Why does touching you feel so good?”

I sigh and shrug. “I wanted you for a lot of reasons,” I answer truthfully. “I wanted to see your expression melt when I touched you. I wanted to kiss you and feel you kiss me back in utter desperation. Wants turn to needs so easily.” I touch her cheek and run my fingers through her hair. “Needs can become two things.”

“Like what?” she asks, her voice a little shaky.

“Obsession is the bad one,” I answer. “Love is the good one.”

She looks at me, her eyes are hopeful. “What did your need become?”

I give her a gentle smile. “Let me help you unpack. Let’s make this place look nice and comfortable.”

Her eyes follow me as I stand up and reach for a box. She sniffles and covers her face with her hands.

“Hey,” I whisper, going back to her side. “If you need to cry, cry.” 

She nods and continues to sob. I hold her in my arms for a long time. We then lay down on the bare mattress, and she falls asleep on me. It feels nice in its own way. The weight of her, her warmth, her soft breathing. It was almost as good as those bright moments after sex. In a way, this felt better.

In the morning she stirs, lifting her head from my breast she rubs her eyes. She looks around then down at me. “You stayed,” she murmurs.

I sit up and stretch. “I did.” She touches my cheek and then runs her fingers along my horns. I take hold of her hand. “Are you afraid of me?”

“I wanted to die,” she murmurs. “If you’ve come to kill me, it’s what I wanted.”

I giggle, letting her fingers trace down my curved horns and onto my mottled skin. The dark grey and faint lavender mingle. My vitiligo is something admired between succubus and incubus alike. Humans have a different approach to it. She doesn’t seem to mind at all.

“I don’t kill.” I take her hand. “I create passion and heat. Then I take it and feed off it.”

She looks away from me. “Oh.”

I take her hand, pressing it to my chest. “I want to take care of you.”

She stands up, pulling her hand away from me. “You don’t have to. You should just go and find someone else.”

“That’s not how this works,” I murmur as I follow her. “I’m here.”

“Who are you?” She whispers.

I smile. “Meri,” I tell her. “Let me hear your name.”

She glances back at me. “Olivia,” she mutters. “There are better people for you to love. Less complicated people. Less awful.”

“Everyone is complicated, believe me. And yes, the same could be said for awful. Everyone is awful in their own way. Don’t believe the voice inside your head. You’re not worse than anyone.” I take her hand again, and she turns to me. She’s just a bit taller than me, so I look up at her.

“Let’s get something to eat,” I whisper. Then, we’ll put this place back in order.” I squeeze her hand. “Do you have a doctor?”

She nods.

“Let’s give them a call too,” I say. “Have you been recently?”

She shakes her head.

I take her hand and kiss the back of it. Her cheeks blossom bright pink. “You’re stuck with me for now.”

After finding somewhere to eat, we head back to her apartment. We call Olivia’s doctor right away, setting up an appointment the following week. I work hard getting her place back in order. She didn’t have much, but I’m able to use what she has to make the site look more hospitable. 

I stay with her, she says I don’t have to, but she doesn’t do anything to make me leave. At night, she lays on top of me. It feels nice. I hate to admit it, but I enjoy helping her. This was not the plan, this was never ever the plan. How could I have fallen so hard for Olivia?

After her doctor’s appointment and filling her medication she takes me out for dinner. She smiles at me and walks close beside me. She slowly reaches out, taking my hand and holding it. I laugh at her, squeezing her hand.

“Thank you,” Olivia murmurs.

“Don’t thank me. I know this took a lot of effort for you as well.” I smile at her and lift her hand, kissing her knuckles.

“If it wasn’t for you though-” she murmurs quietly.

We walk into the restaurant and have a seat. I sit beside her so she can keep a tight hold of my hand. I lean into her side, resting my head on her regal shoulder. “This feels nice, doesn’t it?”

“Yes,” she gasps.

“I’m proud of you.” I give her hand an extra squeeze.

“You shouldn’t,” she grumbles. Her body is radiating pure heat, it feels so good to me. 

“I am, and I will be,” I smirk up at her. “Because I love you.”

She gasps and turns her head away, rubbing away tears as they start to splash down her cheeks. “You...you shouldn’t-” she whimpers.

“I do and will,” I kiss the back of her hand again. 

Olivia looks down at me, her smile is both sad and elated. She dips down, and I tilt my chin up. I taste her tears as she kisses me. I moan softly, pressing my body against her’s. Her lips part and she cries. Her tongue slips into my mouth, and I enjoy the treat.

“Wait-” she gasps and pulls away. “The restaurant,” she clears her throat and wipes her eyes. I just stare up at her grinning like an idiot. “Later,” she says and opens up the menu. 

I snuggle against her, enjoying the warmth radiating from her body.

“Don’t you want anything to eat?” She asks.

“I’m full right now,” I feel as though I could purr like a kitten. 

After lunch, we go back to her apartment. I eagerly await another kiss, but instead, she goes to the bathroom. I hate that I feel impatient, I want her to come to me on her own.

“Can you come here for a moment?” She calls from the bathroom.

I step inside, and my heart jumps into my throat. Olivia is standing there naked, her back is turned to me. Her ass is perfect. It looks like a ripe peach. So soft and shapely, and I couldn’t help but pray it was juicier than any peach I’ve had before.

“Can you braid my hair, Meri?” She asks.

I nod. “Yeah. Of course.”

She hands me a hair tie, and I set to work braiding her long hair Once it’s tied she turns to me. Her cheeks are flushed, and her body is warm and welcoming. Her breasts are lovely, drooping slightly but still full. Her nipples look just as delicious as her ass does.

“You’re drooling.” She wipes at the corner of my mouth.

“Can you blame me?” My mouth feels so wet as I talk.

She kisses me, soft and sweet. “Bathe with me?”

I moan softly, pressing to her and kissing her more. “Ok,” I mewl.

She helps me undress and then we both ease into the tub. She lays her head on my breasts and relaxes. I feel so excited with her bare skin on mine. I have a sort of satisfaction I’ve not felt in ages. 

“You smell good,” she murmurs.

“Do I?” I touch down her chest, both hands grasping her breasts. 

She mewls softly, and her nipples grow hard against my palms. “That feels so good,” she moans.

“I have a lot of ways to make you feel good, baby,” I moan into her ear.

She sits up, turning her head to kiss me. She turns around and straddles my lap. She holds my face between her palms as she kisses me. “I want to feel good,” she whispers into my ear. “Make me feel good.”

I swallow, unable to breathe for a moment. I kiss her chest, suckling her breast while kneading the other. Her nipples feel good on my tongue, and I taste something sweet. I look up at her, seeing her wary but excited expression. I swirl my tongue around her breast and kiss her chest and neck. I knead and rubs her thighs and hips. Greedily, I reach around and grope that perfect ass of her’s. She whimpers, thrusting her chest against my face.

“Let's go to bed,” I moan. “I’ll pamper you better there.”

She nods, and we move to the bedroom. I have her lay on her stomach and lift her hips for me. It’s a delicious view for me, a feast unlike any other. I lick her rear, once again greedily playing with her backside to my heart’s content. She moans and mewls, wiggling her hips at me. I giggle as my tongue travels to her pucker. I lick around it, slowly easing my tongue inside.

“Wait!” She gasps. “Not...oh fuck, not there.”

I chuckle, pulling back. “Afraid?” I ask.

She moans softly. “It’s not supposed to feel that good.”

I press my tongue back inside her, and she whimpers. Her fingers are slow, rubbing her clit and splashing her wetness around. She’s moaning and panting, thrusting her hips back at me.

I giggle, replacing my tongue with a finger. “I enjoy showing people new pleasures,” I purr. “How does this feel?”

She whimpers. “Don’t tease me.”

“I’m not,” I add another finger and start to move them fast. 

She bucks and howls, her usually stiff back is bowed and bent. I can’t help but grin in satisfaction. I then move my other hand to her dripping slit. It’s so wet and warm already. I move her own fingers, rubbing her myself.

“Your body needs attention,” I murmur. “So I’m going to give it all the attention it craves.”

“Please,” she whimpers. “Please, Meri?”

I kiss her ass and bite it. She cries out, and she gushes on my fingers. Her thick nectar coats my hand and dribbles down my wrist. I bite my lip, feeling such a pleasure inside me as she collapses onto the bed. She writhes and pants, her legs kicking on their own.

I come down on top of her, grinning from ear to ear. Her bewildered expression is better than I ever could have imagined. “Better?” I ask her.

“Don’t look so smug,” she mewls and stretches.

I kiss her, and she wraps her arms around me. My tail coils around her thigh and she giggles. “That tickles.”

“Sorry.” My tail doesn’t leave her thigh.

“No you’re not,” she giggles and kisses me again. “What about you?” She lifts her leg, and her knee rubs against my vulva. My own cream drips down her leg. 

“I feel just as good as you, baby?” I kiss her again, and she rolls me over, pinning me down onto the bed. “Oh no, I’m in trouble.”

She kisses me and bites my lip. “Do you like getting yourself into trouble?” She kisses my neck and chest. She gropes my breasts, and I shudder with excitement.

“Mm, I like this kind of trouble,” I giggle.

She bites my breast then sucks upon it. She moans suddenly and sits up, my milk drips down her chin. “Oh wow,” she gasps as she touches the dribbles.

I cup the back of her head and ease her back down. “Go ahead. Enjoy it.”

She kneads my other breasts as she nurses on me. She gulps down a mouthful of my milk, and she moans deeply. She gasps and shivers, moving to the other breast.

“Mm, good baby,” I moan. “That feels good.”

She sits up, gulping down a breath and gazing at me. Her expression is so sweet and seductive it makes my loins ache more. “You’re so beautiful,” I mewl at her.

“No, you are,” she kisses me as her fingers press against my vulva. She rubs me and opens me. Her fingers tap my clit, rubbing it and stroking it. I grasp onto her arms, moaning into her open mouth.

“You’re so wet,” she whispers. “It feels good.”

I whimper and gasp, arching my back to meet her touch.

“Let me taste,” she kisses down my chest and belly. She nuzzles to my mound before her arm tongue laps at my wet lips.

“Oh!” I cry out, shivering and puffing as her tongue burrows inside me. She licks up, and her lips suction around my clit. I feel as if she trying to such my soul from me. It feels so good, and her fingers push inside me. I cry out, writhing for her. My thighs clamp around her ears, and every inch of me is set on fire. I scream she makes me scream.

I hear her giggle and I look up through a haze. She’s grinning down at me. “Don’t look so smug,” I slur. I feel drunk from her.

She kisses me. “You’re loud,” she purrs.

I lick her lips. “You’re good.”

She lays on top of me, kissing me and sucking my tongue. “You’re good.”

I move, so we’re both on our sides, facing one another. I kiss her, holding her and pressing to her body. She’s warm and supple, her skin dewy from effort and orgasms. I stroke her face and gaze into her eyes.

“What?” She murmurs.

“I love you,” I whisper. “I love you, Olivia.”

“I love you, Meri,” she mewls. Her tears start to fall.

“Aww,” I whisper. “Baby, don’t cry.”

“I’m happy,” she sniffles. “It’s scary.”

I hold her tight. “It’s ok,” I whisper. “You don’t have to be afraid of this. I’m here,” I rub her back and gasp when I feel her fingers inside me again.

“I can’t stop,” she mewls.

I smirk. “It’s ok, we don’t have to.” I slip my hand back between her thighs as well. We kiss and moan as we touch one another. Her fingers curl inside me, and I add an extra finger inside her. She bites my lip, and I nibble on her cheek. We moan and sigh, kissing often. I feel her clench around me. Her inner walls go tight on my fingers and contract. She cries out, moaning my name over and over in my ear. I’m soon to follow, my body on fire again as he fingers coax from me something powerful and breathtaking. 

We’re tangled together, panting and moaning as our bodies start to cool. She clings to me, nuzzling into my neck. I rub her back and gently palm her rear.

“Don’t do that,” she mewls. 

“Feels too good?” I giggle.

She nods and bites my neck. “I’ll not be able to calm down when you touch my ass.” She kisses me and smirks. 

“Good to know,” I purr and lick her shoulder.

She rolls over, placing her back on my chest and rubbing her rear to my lap. I’m in absolute heaven. “Thank you,” I sigh.

“It’s the least I can do.” She murmurs, and I kiss her shoulder and the nape of her neck. “I do love you.”

“I know,” I purr. “I love you too.”

“I know,” she wiggles against my lap. “Thank you.”

I hold her close, falling asleep with her in my arms. When I wake up, she’s gone. I panic for a moment until I hear the toilet flush. She comes back into the bedroom, still naked and beautiful as ever.

“Sorry, did I wake you?”

I shake my head and pat the bed. She climbs in beside me and kisses my cheek. “Good morning,” I whisper to her.

“Good morning,” she coos. “I had a dream.”

I stroke her hair from her face. “What kind of dream?”

“I was afraid you wouldn’t be here when I woke up. But when I did, and you were there…” she sighs with relief.

I smile and kiss her. “I’m not going anywhere. I promise.”