"She's my cherry pie, cool drink of water such a sweet surprise..."
Eyes still closed, I groaned. That's the downside of musical alarm clocks. No matter how much you might like the song at first, you always start to hate the noise that wakes you up.
"Taste so good make a grown man cry, sweet cherry pie..."
I staggered upright, not from my bed but from the floor, knocking over a candle as I moved. I'd slept sprawled across the floor in the middle of my room, and I wasn't sore enough to wake up my higher brain functions and wonder why I had done that.
The clock was just getting to "I scream, you scream, we all scream for her" when I made it to my bedside table and hit snooze. 07:50 blinked at me, and I blinked back in a stupor even deeper than my usual morning sluggishness. Sleeping on the floor really takes it out of you, I figured.
The bed was right there, inviting as heaven itself, and I did still have ten minutes until I absolutely had to be getting ready for work. It seemed an easy enough decision to make; I flopped onto the mattress and wriggled under the covers without once looking back towards the middle of my room, or even thinking about last night.
Stupid, yes, but compared to what I'd been doing before I fell asleep on the floor, it was small potatoes.
Something rustled, and I thought of my dad coming to enforce the alarm clock's edict. "Ten more minutes," I mumbled.
It actually was my dad. It had to be, because I heard footsteps approaching my bed, although the door hadn't opened. Already falling back into sleep's warm embrace, I grunted at the thought of the day to come. "Fuck."
Someone sat on the foot of my bed and leant forward over my legs.
"Not yet, my master," said a voice like Persian silk. "But give it time."
That woke me up right quick, and I immediately noticed a few things that had slipped right past my sleep-drunk awareness. There was a girl curled up on the end of my bed. She was, as far as I could see while we were both lying down, stark naked. And one of her hands had just snaked under the covers to grasp my dick.
I spasmed upright with a cry; she slid forward slightly to keep her hand at my crotch, stroking my cock with a feather-light touch. I made incoherent sputtering noises for a couple of seconds, staring at her lithe form. Even curled up with most of her pale body hidden from me, she was beautiful.
The girl frowned, bow lips crinkling. "You okay?"
The dream. The deal. The demon. "R-Rosmerta?" I stammered.
"You do remember," she smiled. "I mean, I'm pretty hard to forget, but it's always nice when they still know your name in the morning."
"You're - you're - " I wasn't doing very well here.
"A succubus, here in your room, and very much real," she said, counting down on the fingers of her left hand. Her right was still on my dick, brushing up and down the underside of my shaft with a gentle, teasing rhythm. "We covered this ground last night, stud. Do you need me to draw you a flowchart?"
I'm not much of a morning person, and I'd definitely never been woken up with a handjob before. Both factors were making it very hard to think. "You're, uh, a succubus, a demon. I summoned you."
"Full marks, so far," she nodded. "Now let's see how you do on the practical exam." Her thumb closed around my shaft so that her fingers were properly holding me, and with the increased pressure came an increased pace. One of my legs kicked reflexively beneath the covers, and I emptied my lungs.
"Uhh, uh, what are you doing?"
She stuck out her tongue at me. It glistened pink. "'Playing with your cock."
Ask a stupid question. "Why?"
She shrugged without slowing her pace. "Well, I didn't want to take you inside me just yet -- that should be something you're awake enough to savour. I'll wake you up with something more elaborate tomorrow, though, I promise." She winked, smiling, crinkling the freckles beneath her hazel eyes. "In the meantime, just lie back and enjoy this." As she spoke, her thumb stroked over my glans and pressed against the eye of my cock. I groaned audibly, blinking, feeling pressure building above my groin.
"I - wait - slow down."
She raised an eyebrow, but her steady jerking of my shaft stopped. That left her fingers holding me in a tight ring beneath the head as her thumb rubbed my precum across the glans. That wasn't any better.
"Okay," I said. "First of many questions: you're different from last night." The girl curled over my legs might have had arcane runes marked on her skin like pale green tattoos, but she was most definitely human. "You had green eyes, redder hair, wings..." Horns as long as my forearm. Fangs like a fucking cobra. You know, normal stuff.
"You have strange priorities."
"Well?"
"If you must know," she said with a brain-blasting twist of my dick, "I can take mortal form to hide my true nature. I thought that, if one of your parents were to walk in on us, they would have fewer questions for a human girl..."
"Oh, shit," I said belatedly, and sat upright. "My parents!"
And right on cue, there was my dad calling down the stairs. "Eric! Wakey wakey, hands off snakey! You've got work in an hour!"
Can a father tell when his son's got a huge erection, just by the tremor in his voice? That's a question you don't want to think about at any hour of the morning. "Coming, Dad!"
"Not at this rate, you're not," Rosmerta pouted. She started stroking me properly again, before my dick could possibly start softening.
"Wh- no! Get off, Rosmerta!"
"You first," she said. "Bam. Master, you're just walking right into these."
"I - " I considered physically pushing her off me, and thought better of it for a few reasons. "Please, I don't even wank when my family's in the house..."
She gave me a confused look. "Then where do you bed the maidens you seduce?" Her puzzled expression cracked into a grin within a second. "Kidding. Wizards generally aren't great with the maidens."
I already knew I was a social reject, I didn't need her reminding me. It was hard to get mad at her, though, when she -- "Rosie," I said, "you're still stroking."
"Just another minute! And I'll lick it all up afterwards, don't worry. If the summoning spell hadn't drained you last night, you wouldn't be lasting so - "
