I Accidentally Summoned A Succubus

Linda wasn't subtle.

She slipped off her jacket the moment we stepped into my apartment and walked toward the liquor cabinet like she owned the place. I let her. There was no reason to interfere with a self-soothing mechanism. People like her needed something to control.

She poured. Something amber. Whatever was closest. Her hand shook as she knocked it back. Then she turned and leaned against the counter, eyes meeting mine over the rim of the glass.

"I'm ready," she said.

I said nothing. I just walked up to her and took the glass out of her hand. Set it down on the counter. Then pulled her mouth to mine.

Her body melted into it, like she'd been waiting years. Her fingers clawed at my shirt, tugged it up, nails dragging along my spine like she wanted to tear the control out of me.

I let her try.

She wasn't ready.

The kitchen was first. In seconds, I had her back against the counter and her legs around me. Her dress was riding up as I grabbed her thighs and drove in without warning. She cried out. I didn't slow down. She wanted her brain fucked—this was the cost.

She clawed and begged. Whispered things I didn't hear, didn't care to process. I just watched her face. Studied it. Memorized how her body moved under mine.

"Oh God!'' Her eyes rolled back, she gripped onto my shirt but lost balance still. 

Her orgasm hit her so fast it surprised her too. I held her against me while her pussy clenched around my cock, milking me dry. 

When I tried to pull away, she whined. 

"Don't—don't go," she gasped, breath catching. "Please. Please don't pull out yet."

She was trembling. Still shaking under me like her body hadn't caught up with the orgasm. Her voice cracked on the next breath.

"God, I'm so full," she whimpered. "So fucking deep—no one's ever been that deep. I'm gonna be ruined. I don't think any other cock will ever feel like this."

I didn't respond.

I stood, and her hands clutched at my waistband. Desperate. Her eyes glassy, mouth hanging open like she was delirious from being used.

"I can get on my knees," she offered. "Let me suck you off, please—I'll be good."

I grabbed her by the jaw, not gently.

"You haven't earned it."

Her eyes widened.

"All those nights you pressed your ass against me like I wouldn't notice? The way you looked at me like you wanted to be stripped and bent in public? This is your reward. Punishment for being shameless."

She let out a breath that was half a moan.

"I deserve to be punished," she said, smiling through it. "For every time I came with your name in my mouth. For all the times I thought about you while fucking someone else. I fucking deserve it."

Her voice dropped to a whisper, almost reverent.

"You remember that work event last semester? You took off your hoodie. I stole it. Wore it all night. Came three times just smelling it. I kept it hidden for weeks, James. Weeks."

I looked down at her, at the ruined mess of her—sweaty, flushed, hair tangled across her face. And I should've turned her down. I had every intention of doing so.

But then she laughed. A breathy, broken sound.

"Shit, I think I'm obsessed with you."

She didn't even get the full sentence out before I grabbed her hair and shoved back in.

"You wanted your brain scrambled," I muttered, low against her ear. "Let's see what's left of it."

She cried out. Loud. Unfiltered.

"FUCK—yes—fuck me. Fuck me stupid. Please, break me—break something. I don't want to think anymore—just fuck me, James."

Her body curled under mine again. Her nails dug into my back. Her moans rose with every thrust like a song with no words, just sound and surrender.

By the time she came again, she was choking on it. Shaking. Writhing.

I didn't stop. Not until she passed out again.

She didn't say a word for a while. Her legs were shaking and she couldn't form a word now. She lay flat on her stomach across the rug, mouth open, skin flushed, eyes rolling under fluttering lashes like she'd taken a drug. I watched her twitch once. Then again.

I turned to go.

She groaned and blinked at me like she wasn't sure what dimension she was in.

"You're not done," I said, in a half serious voice.

Her body twitched again, but this time she rolled over slowly, mouth still open. I walked over to the kitchen and fetched her a glass of water. 

Back where she was, I handed it to her. "I don't need it.'' She groaned. 

" Drink.'' I said. She obeyed, looking up at me while she chugged the whole glass like a good girl. 

Then she smiled. 

"Do I get to suck you off now?" she breathed. "I've imagined doing it at least ten times. Probably more." Her eyes raked down to my cock like she was staring at her salvation. "Fuck, you don't know how long I've wanted to be on my knees for you."

I stared at her.

"No," I said.

She whimpered, but didn't protest. 

"Over the couch," I commanded. "Bent over, ass in the air. Now."

She stood, legs shaking under her, and crossed the room without looking at me again. Her hand trailed along the edge of the couch as she made her way to the armchair, then tapped the top of it and turned to me with something manic in her eyes.

I didn't say anything. I didn't have to.

She climbed into position like her body already knew how to obey me. And when she bent forward, arms shaking, back arching—she looked like she belonged there.

I stepped behind her and grabbed her hips, then sank in without mercy.

She screamed.

Her body jerked forward, and she nearly collapsed over the armrest, mouth gaping as sound kept trying…and failing…to form.

"Oh my God," she sobbed. "I can't… I can't, it's too good… I'm too full… "

"Back on it," I said. I didn't raise my voice. I didn't need to.

"You said you wanted to be a toy," I reminded her, curling one hand into her hair and tugging her head back just enough to make her spine curve deeper. "You promised to be good."

"I am—" she gasped. "I am, James—please—I am—"

"Then prove it. Get back on it. Now."

She nodded obediently, then pressed herself back against me, slowly, inch by inch, until I was buried to the hilt. She cried out again.

"Fuck! You're so fucking big. It's not fair. You were made to ruin me."

"All the way," I ordered, watching her hips twitch forward again until they were flush against mine.

And then I started to fuck her.

Hard. Brutal. Like her body was a machine made to take it and I was the one meant to test how far it could go.

Every time I pulled her down harder onto me, she broke apart a little more. Every scream of my name got louder. Higher. Like her voice was getting more and more possessed.

"James—James—fuck—James!"

I didn't say a word. I didn't have to. The whole damn building would know my name. 

But then—

In the haze of it all, at the edge of my vision, something flickered.

I looked up.

Toward the bedroom door.

And for a second—just a split second—I swore I saw someone standing there.

A woman.

Naked. Blue-skinned. Horns. Watching us.

Like the devil had come to watch me fuck.