Feburary Bonus Story [Wow Late]

Hey y'all!

This one took a lot of doing to finish! I ended up changing a lot, throwing out some ideas, etc. It ended up going a little longer than average as well, but I think it well served by the extra length. I hope you enjoy how it turned out!

~Benn

Winning prompt:   Bratty sub "accidentally" summons a succubus, who plays along for fun while knowing exactly why she's there 

Suggested by: Riley

~2879 words

CW:

• Succubus/human
• Named characters 
• Playful faux resistance/bratting
• D/s
• Domme point of view character 
• Explicit sexual content
• Developing a crush after what is essentially a one night stand
• Magical setting, consensual magical manipulation
• Horny to the point of going feral

~~~

The bell is ringing.

You look up from your books with interest. Someone on the terrestrial plane is attempting a summoning. It happens a few times a day, usually a stuffy academic pulling a demon over so they can pester them with questions for an hour or so.

You've never been to the human world before. You've always been curious, of course. But there's only two ways to get there. One is to be summoned from their side. Of course, you're a succubus, and succubi are considered by humans to be high risk entities for some reason. Besides that, summoning ritual is a tightly controlled school of knowledge in the human world, and they tend to summon the same few demons all the time because it's 'safer.' 

Fuck, humans sound boring when you put it like that. They can't be all that boring. You've read books. They sound wild as hell in books.

The other way to get to the human plane is to pass through one of the malific anchors, gateways that connect directly to places across their world. But you need a lot of paperwork to use one of those, and realistically, they only grant you a travel permit if you've pledged to the court of Andras, and you've always found him to be a bit of a conservative nerd, honestly.

The bell rings again, louder. Kinda hurts your ears this time. Your tail flicks idly as you press lightly on the part of your temple right before skin meets horn.

Still, you'd like to see the human world someday. You hear that gravity only goes one way there, so they all have to build their houses pointing the same direction. Wild!

The bell again, loud and inescapable. As it rings, someone mumbles something you can't make out behind you. You look over your shoulder, and see no one. You knit your brow together for a long moment.

"Wait a second, is this-"

There is a great sound, of glass scrapping and wood splintering and dark crawling. You see the seal around you now, clearly, drawn in chalk with perfect precision at your feet. The room around you starts to fade into your vision. A small bedroom? 

You can hear the voice clearly now.

"Ahroyal, holder of six smooth stones, beast that whispers comfort from the heat of the hearth, she who traveled the path of knives in a carriage pulled by eager supplicants on hand and knee, I bind they thusly, by earthen sign and fire's light!"

The room comes into stark relief, even in the dim candle light. You have good night vision, which doesn't come up much on your own plane since there's fire like, everywhere.

You look around, confused. Where's the human doing the ritual?

A quiet voice speaks up behind you.

"Um. Hello?"

You jolt, then spin around before you remember to try and be smooth.

It's just. Some girl. In a university uniform, by the look of it. The kind that pretends it isn't hot but is totally hot. She's looking up at you with some kind of amazement. You kinda expected some old guy with a staff would be shouting that your wiles wouldn't work on him by this point.

"Are you Ahroyal?"

You feel the circle reverberate around you. Right, no lying. You take a deep breath, and try to get your act together.

You strike a pose, on hand on your hip, other hand over your breast, leaning forward, looking down at her with an expression of mild amusement.

"Why yes, that's my name. But, please answer, mistress. What would a powerful scrivener like you want with a lowly succubus like me~?"

Her expression is unintelligible.

"A succubus!! You lie! I summoned a lesser demon, there was nothing about a succubus in the book!"

Her performance is about as good as you would expect. It's kind of incredible.

You lean over more, your breasts about spilling out of your top.

"You don't have to make up stories. I'm not going to judge you for being. Curious."

"I- I'm not curious! Never been curious in my life! Stay back!"

Incredulously, you say, "okay, riddle me this. If you were trying to summon a non-horny demon, which is already a challenge honestly, what in hell did you think that bit in my name about the willing supplicants on hands and knees was about?"

"I just figured it was demon bragging! Keep your hands off me, ravenous monster! Don't even try to use your succubus magic to compel me into being your willing servant!"

She's swooning in faux distress with more vigor than you would have thought possible. It's kind of adorable. But you're getting the picture now. Might as well play along.

You grin, wide and sharp, and do that thing where your eyes glow sharp red and leave a light trail as your head moves.

"Well, little morsel, I'm afraid there's been a terrible mistake."

She looks up at you with those big eyes, temporarily speechless. Are all humans this soft?

"See, if you had summoned any other kind of demon, this circle you've drawn would be enough. But alas. My succubus... charms, are immune to your wards-"

"NO!" she squeals loudly, as if on cue. And, to be fair, she is right. However you could describe this girl, unskilled at binding circles isn't it. But you've seen this kinda girl before. You don't need any more magic then a firm tone to bend her.

"Listen close, pretty little human girl."

You crouch down, so you're closer to her face, so you can appreciate that slight tremor up close.

"You are going to listen, because you have no choice. You're going to pay attention, because there is nothing else in the world left except my voice and my eyes and your racing heartbeat. I can hear it. I can feel it."

"W-what are you doing?"

"No, what are you doing? Leaning closer to the circle even as every nerve in your body screams to run away."

She wasn't leaning closer until you suggested it, but she suddenly catches herself doing it and squeaks.

"Do you know what you're going to do next?"

You're trying to keep up that 'disaffected predator' vibe, but you have to fight back the more genuine smile that keeps creeping up. Her reactions have this sort of, hobbyist prey vibe that is instantly charming to you. At once terrified and overjoyed.

"I'm- you're not telling me what to do!"

"You're right. I'm describing a fate that cannot be broken."

She swallows.

"You are going to enter the circle. And you're going to do it on hand and knee."

She screams and thrashes dramatically. You wonder idly if she's magically soundproofed this room.

"Never!! I can resist you!"

She kicks her legs and scrambles further away. There's a beat where you're slightly at a loss for what to do next, until you feel the cool of fresh air on your skin. Looks like she 'accidentally' kicked the chalk circle in just the right spot to break it's positional hold on you, without disrupting the dispel rules inscribed on the inner rim.

In other words, you can leave the circle freely, but she can send you back to your home plane at a whim. Killing her would also send you back instantly.

You nod in quiet respect. It would be easy to write this human off as a fool putting herself and others at risk to fulfill a fantasy. But you can tell she's thought this through in excruciating detail. You’re a little disappointed that that she didn’t take the ‘crawl into the circle’ bait, but you rally quickly.

If you were a different kind of person, you might feel a little used here. Being summoned like this, as a supporting actress to this girl's starring roll. She’s clearly got a picture of what she wants, and is using you to achieve it.

But really, you don't mind. You'll be using her too, in a moment.

"Ah well, I suppose I can come to you~"

You step over the threshold of the circle, tail flicking playfully.

She's still on the ground, her back against the wall, and she throws a pillow at you. It bounces off, barely noticed.

“You’ll have to do better than that, dear.”

You extend your arms wide, tilt your head back, eyes closed, and let out a luxurious breath. Rivulets of energy drip down your body, lightly sparking over your clothes. Damn, if you had known how today was gonna go you would have worn a sluttier outfit.

That energy is atomizing into the air, like a heavy perfume. The room is tinting a deep, purple-red. It smells like heat and kind words.

Ah, it’s working quite well, you think as you look back at her. Her breathing has changed. Deeper breathes, shaky with a sudden build of adrenaline. Pupils slightly dilated. A little tremor to the fingers.

“W-what. Are you doing to me?”

She says it almost like a threat. She’s trying so hard to keep up the woe-is-me brat act, but it’s a struggle. Her fingers slowly ball into fists.

“What do you mean? I haven’t even touched you yet~”

Her eyes are staring at your body with a deep, ravenous urgency. She’s struggling to form a response, but seems to be having trouble focusing. The most she can do to maintain the act is to keep herself against the wall.

See, humans have this idea of succubi as these master manipulators, using their powers to subtly control the mind, exerting influence almost imperceptibly. That idea is so ingrained that it led to the ban on summoning succubi, for fear that they would be more dangerous with their ensorcelling words than any brutish demon could be.

The thing is though, that while succubi like yourself do tend to be good with words and suggestion, it is not because of a particular magic. Any number of demons have the gift of unnoticed influence.

Succubi are less subtle, you think as the girl hurls herself at you with a desperate scream. You grab her hands out of the air and hold her back.

Not much use for government coup schemes when your power reduces any human to a blindingly horny feral animal. No nuance. Nobody gets anything done. Other demons and succubi can be similarly affected, but not quite to the same level. They can usually manage to hang on to an understanding of language, for example.

Aww, she’s shaking so much. Kinda growling and snapping at you too. The effect could easily be mistaken as threatening, but all she really needs now is some attention. She just wants to touch and be touched.

“Come on now, let’s go over here dear.” You lead her patiently towards the bed with a firm grip on her ams as she tears wildly at your clothes.

“Grrrrahhh!!”

“I know, I know, you’re being so patient though.”

You throw her down onto the bed with no warning, which stuns her for a moment. Her skirt is up, and you can appreciate how wet she’s gotten already.

You grab a handful of stocking and tear them open effortlessly. The instant your knuckle brushes the bulge in her panties she howls and starts bucking her hips, but you pull away with a soft laugh. She starts to pull herself up, but you push her down again.

“Did you want something?”

“Aaaaahhh!!”

“Use your words.”

“Grrrraaahaaaa!!”

You press your palm firmly against her dick through the panties and she freezes, cutting her off mid growl. But the shock doesn’t last long, and shes grabbing at you and whining and pressing herself against you. So you sit on the bed and lean over her, letting her press her body against you, positioning yourself so you can comfortably slide your hand down her underwear.

“Wow, you are just soaked aren’t you,” you say with a smile as she weakly squeezes your boob. Once the affected human starts to get what they want, they tend to get really focused and less chaotic. She murmurs wordlessly, interspersed with whiny sounds or gasps as you start to stroke her dick patiently.

“That’s better, isn’t it.” She’s now chewing on your arm and clinging to you, trembles running through her as your thumb pushes with just the right amount of pressure against the sensitive underside of her dick. A shuddery moan, then back to biting.

She curls against you, and you keep having to adjust your angle to keep going comfortably. She’s so small now, completely tamed by your touch. Her hands have pulled up your shirt, and she’s instinctively trying to make as much skin-to-skin contact as possible. Another whine, lower and urgent. Aww, she’s getting close.

You stroke faster, evenly, kneading her carefully as you snake your tail up her leg. Her eyes go from heavily lidded to wide open as you wrap your tail around her, contorting it to push against the base of her dick while also coiling around her. Her breathing stops, she shakes like a leaf, her body is so tense that her nails dig into your arm and back, and with a whoosh of breath and endorphins, she cums. Energy courses through you like lightning. You keep stroking, feeling her cum dribble hot onto your hand as her dick throbs and she bites down on your shoulder, hard. 

“Ow,” you giggle. No point in trying to pry her off though, her body is locked in place as it processes the overwhelming signals of orgasm enhanced by your magic. It takes at least thirty seconds before her body finally begins to relax, and she releases your shoulder.

With that you let the mist of energy fade from the room. It’s gonna be a while before she regains her faculties. You notice that she’s fallen asleep on your chest, completely drained. 

Um.

Now what?

With the summoner asleep and you empowered by playing with her, you could force the circle and be immediately desummoned. That’s probably the right idea. She’s snoring lightly, hands gripping fistfuls of your shirt. Ah. It’s really cute. And she’s nice and warm without being like, too warm like most demons are.

What if you just. Took a little nap with her. That would probably be fine, right?

~~~

You wake up an hour later to a surprised “eeep!”

The girl is looking at you with a mix of surprise and embarrassment. You yawn lazily, trying to decide how to approach the situation.

“I’m sorry for waking you up,” she begins.

“Weren’t expecting me to stick around? That’s fine, you can desummon me.”

“N-no, I don’t mean to be rude. The texts that I read said that succubi tend to leave right away once they’ve fed.”

“Well, I didn’t get a lot of sleep last night and here seemed as good a place as any to nap.”

She laughs and you give a wry smile.

“Well. Thank you, Ahroyal. Thanks for playing along. I’m sorry if me pulling you over here without explaining anything was rude? I’m sorry, I’ve never met a succubus before just read about you and-”

“Shush. It’s fine, I had fun. Thanks for not kicking me out.”

“Of course not! If you want to stay for a bit, I can get you a drink or something?”

This is a turn of events that you were not expecting. She’s still blushing and awkward, but treating you like a person. A lot of humans can’t even manage that with their own species, let alone demonic folk.

“My name is Verah, by the way.”

The words hang in the air for a moment. You’re honestly caught off guard.

“Very trusting, to be giving your name to something like me.”

“I just think it’s fair. I know your name, now you know mine.”

She looks so earnest. You can’t help but grin.

“That does seem fair. I have to go back now, Verah. I’ve got some obligations I don’t want to be late for.”

Her face drops.

“Oh, right. Sorry, I hope I didn’t interrupt anything..”

“Don’t worry about it so much!”

You stand from the bed and walk back to the circle.

“It’s been lovely meeting you. I wouldn’t mind getting to know you a little better.”

You turn and wink at her.

“But next time, buy a girl dinner first, okay?”

“Ah, yeah, okay! Yes! I know a good restaurant, but I don’t know if they’ll let me bring a succubus?”

“I’ll figure out a disguise then,” you giggle. This girl is unfairly cute.

“I- It’s a date then!”

You let a burst of energy strike the bond that keeps you pinned to the human plane, and with one last glance at her face, you vanish.

~~~

You reappear in the library, in the same seat. Your friend who was supposed to be meeting you to study is there. In that same seat in fact, so you’re sort of sitting in her lap with your shirt all torn up and a bruise on your shoulder from that bite.

Your friend gives you a look as you glance back at her.

“Where the hell were you?”

You smile sheepishly.

“Developing a very ill-advised crush.”