Scott reclined on his bed, watching television. He absent-mindedly fingered the black card that lie in his lap, it's weight heavy on his thigh. It was a harrex and could be used to summon a succubus. No, that wasn't right. It could be used to summon THE succubus, because for him there was only one.
He could see her now in his mind's eye: creamy, flawless skin, perfect breasts, perfect legs, perfect hair, and those crimson lips. It had been a week since their encounter and he couldn't get her out of his mind. He'd researched succubi on the Internet, at the library, and sketched her form over and over. He was clearly obsessed.
Tonight was one week, to the day, since they were together, and he thought it would be only fitting to give her a call, so to speak. He smiled, finally deciding that the moment was right. He looked down at the black card and read what it said: "Scott. Last night was a blast. It was the best sex... well, the only real sex, I've had in decades. If you ever want to get together again just hold your thumb to the glyph on the back of this harrex and say the phrase, 'a reveni'."
Scott turned the card over and peered at the image on the back. It was a circle breached by what appeared to be a trident. He pressed his thumb firmly to the image. It seemed to radiate heat. He held the card aloft and said, "a reveni!"
At that moment, he felt white-hot pain shoot through his thumb. He dropped the card to the bed, withdrawing his hand. It landed with a solid thud, sinking into the mattress where it lay. Scott looked at it and then at his thumb. There was a bright red spot on the tip of his thumb as if something had pierced his skin.
He leaned over and examined the card. Sure enough, there was a drop of blood on the point of the trident. Scott sat there, dumbfounded, cradling his hand. Then suddenly, the blood began to soak into the card, filling the circle. Then, with wide-eyed horror, he saw the card fly into the air.
The card stopped eight feet off of the floor, the glyph glowing brightly. The side of the card containing the glyph then turned toward the floor. A beam of white-hot light shown out, striking the carpet. The beam split into two, the two shafts of light moving away from each other. Suspended between the two beams formed a gulf of blazing fire, embers flying in every direction.
When lightning began to strike around the room, Scott decided it was probably a good time to take cover. He scrambled up and over the head of the bed, and crouched behind it. He peaked over the top railing, his curiosity getting the better of him.
The card had created a doorway. He could see a dark passageway hanging impossibly in the air. It extended several feet into darkness, tinged on the sides by flame and cinders. Then he saw it. It was difficult to see at first, but there was a form in the passage. He couldn't tell who, or even what, it was, but it was moving his way. He hunkered down just a bit further.
Finally, at long last, the figure stepped out of the darkness. It was the succubus, dressed in a tight, leather outfit, her wings tucked behind her. She stepped into his bedroom.
"Um, hello? Anyone there?" she called, looking around the room. Scott felt embarrassed and stood up. "Oh, there you are," she said with a smile. She raised her hand in the air and snapped her fingers. Within a matter of a second, the entire conglomeration of fire, smoke, lightning, and light were pulled into the small card, which came to rest on her upraised palm. It landed, and with a final puff of smoke, she grasped it.
Scott shuffled out from behind the bed, tripping a bit on the foot post. She smiled a wicked smile and strode over to him, rocking her hips from side to side, exaggerating her gait. He took her in: the creamy skin, the long, black hair, the fiery lips, her perfect legs. She saw he was getting a hard on just watching her walk.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately. Scott kissed her back, pulling her body close to him. She finally broke off the kiss and looked into his hazel eyes. "What took you so long, big boy?" she asked with a coy smile.
"I didn't want to seem desperate," he said, sheepishly.
"You can seem all sorts of desperate, if you want," she said, and kissed him again. She leaned close and whispered, "I like desperate."
She then noticed the sketches hung around the room. "Ooh, I like your décor. Who's the subject, I wonder?" she said, as she walked over to the nearest one and plucked it gingerly from the wall.
Scott, feeling a flush of embarrassment, snatched the sketch from her hand. She noticed that he didn't crumple it, but rather put it on the desk across the room. "Tsk, tsk, Scotty. No need to get flustered," she said looking abashed, a slender finger held to her blood-red lip.
She walked over to him and said, "I think someone needs to relax." With that, she gently pushed him backwards. He stumbled slightly, landing squarely on the bed. She was on him in a second, pinning him to the bed. She leaned down and ran her long, snake-like tongue up his neck, stopping at his ear. He giggled slightly, smiling, and then coughed, seriousness reasserting itself.
It took him a moment, but he finally said, "Would you like to... um, like to..." he stammered.
She sat up, straddling him. "Fuck?" she asked. "I'd love to."
She stood up. Scott tried to sit up, but she pushed him back down on the bed. "But first..." She prowled across the bed on all fours. She pushed Scott's legs apart as wide as they would go, then with one deft motion tore his boxers off. She smiled to herself. Scott was already hard as a rock and she hadn't even touched him yet.
He tried to lift his head, but she just gingerly pushed it down again, with an exaggerated look of consternation on her face. Scott couldn't see what she was doing, but he had a fairly good idea. She inched her face forward and then allowed her forked-tongue to escape her full lips. It found its way to the base of Scott's cock, and then ran along its entire length. She could feel Scott stiffen and exhale forcefully as she did so.
She then ran it along the sensitive underside and did the same thing. He involuntarily grasped a fistful of sheets this time. She smiled to herself and then kissed the tip of his penis. She could already taste the salty taste of precum.
She sat up, her hands on her hips. "Scott, seriously? You're practically ready to explode, right now," she said scornfully.
He just looked up and sort of shrugged.
"Ugh, well this just isn't going to work," she said, fishing something out the satchel which she slung over her shoulder. "Aha!" she said at last, and pulled a small red cord from her bag.
"What is that?" Scott asked.
"Never you mind that, mister," she said. She wrapped it loosely around Scott's testicles. Scott could feel a burning sensation and he tried to get up.
"What the hell is that?" he asked, panicking, trying to get out from under her.
She looked down at him. "Shush," she said. "It won't hurt you. In fact, it's quite the opposite. You'll get all the pleasure from what we're about to do without going off too early. You won't come until I'm done with you."
Scott looked up into her emerald green eyes and relaxed. He could already feel the burning sensation subsiding. To his amazement, he couldn't even see the cord any longer.
"Now, where were we," she said, smiling. She put her ruby lips on the tip of his cock and gently licked the head. She could feel him growing harder again. A few more tentative licks and he was rock hard again. She then pressed her lips firmly on the tip of his cock. Slowly her lips separated and his shaft passed the threshold. She could feel her warm lips envelope first the head of his penis, then slowly, his entirety. She then withdrew him and did it again.
Slowly, she built up speed, taking him into her mouth again and again. She could tell Scott was beside himself: his head was lolling to one side, his mouth was agape, and he was breathing heavily. She smiled inwardly; he was soaking it up.
Suddenly, Scott tensed, sat bolt upright, and rocked his hips. He then lurched forward, grasping her milky shoulder. She simply stopped, poised above the head of his penis, smiling. Convulsions seemed to shake him and he grunted with each one. After a few moments Scott stopped, panting heavily, sweat standing out on his skin.
"What the hell was that?" he asked, looking at the woman.
She licked her lips and said, "What did it feel like?" rubbing his scrotum.
"Well," he said, pausing to think. "It felt like I came... but I didn't."
"Exactly," she said, standing, her hands on her hips. She gestured toward his testicles. "And you were worried about that little old bit of string," she said, pouting.
"Wait... what?" he said, confused.
She just smiled a wicked smile and pushed him back down on the bed, forcefully. "You'll figure it out. It's my turn." She snapped her fingers and all of her clothing fell from her in a heap at her feet.
She crawled onto the bed slowly, her face a mixture of amusement and lust. He felt something moist touching his abdomen. He looked up to see her licking his belly button. She worked her way up his body; kissing, licking, teasing. Every time Scott would try to lift his head to look at her, a hand would gently push his forehead until he would relent.
At long last she was face to face with him once again. She stared into his eyes with her two emeralds, kissed him passionately for a moment, but then moved on. She could see the confusion, then the realization, dawning on his face.
