Succubi Invasion Ch 03

Big thanks to Chris6160 for editing chapter 2 and Samtheman23 who took over the huge job of editing a noob's work. Samtheman had some great ideas and questions that helped shape the story's future. If anyone else has ideas, you're more than welcome to send them in or pop something in the comments.

After what seemed like a very long day; Ben was finally drifting off to sleep with the wish of some much-needed rest. But at that moment; he heard the slight noise of the door handle move. Ben didn't know what he should do, throw the blankets over his head and pretend his sister wasn't trying to get some late-night delight, or throw open the door and welcome the pleasure she would bring. Honestly; he almost did get out of bed, but it was the thought of waking the rest of the family up that kept him snuggled up under the covers.

A scratching noise drew his attention firmly to the door. She wouldn't end up breaking down the door or anything crazy, would she? He knew succubi were a lot stronger than they seemed, he'd seen one of the nuns lift a heavy oak table which would have taken several men to lift. Heck, she hadn't just moved it, she'd lifted it with contemptuous ease.

"Little brother, little brother... let me in." a dark chuckle followed her taunt. 'Should he let the 'wolf' at the door in?' Sure, he would get devoured but it would be in a way that was mind-meltingly alright with him. He already knew which way his balls would vote, his cock was also standing to cast its vote. No, better not to head down that road, he thought about opening the door to send her away, but he knew his flimsy willpower could only say no to the delights offered to him from behind the safety of a locked door.

The scratching continued "Little brother, little brother, let me in". Jess giggled "I want to feel your balls on my chinny chin chin". She paused still not hearing a response to her teasing she frowned. He wasn't supposed to have the willpower to turn down her sexy arse.

Changing tack she decided to attempt to persuade him, "Come on Ben, let's not pretend you don't want to open the door. You know what I am, I can smell your arousal from here, I can feel the ache in your cock and balls telling you to come open the door for your gorgeous sister."

Ben decided he could only answer her with silence. She was not wrong on any of the things she had just said. Engaging in conversation would only lead to one outcome. So, being the strong independent man that he was, he pulled the covers over his head. He hoped she would not do anything too drastic and would go away and leave him to sleep.

Ben heard the loud sigh from her sister as she conceded defeat, "Fine my little fuckstick, cower inside. If you change your mind my door won't be locked. You can slip into my room, then slip into me, I won't mind a wake-up call."

As a parting gift, she loudly called out "Night Ben, fuck ya later." Ben cringed at this loud outburst. Fearing it would be heard by the rest of the family, such language was not to be used in the Thompson household.

Ben briefly thought about how fucked up his morals had become, he had been sorely tempted to open the door and get fucked by his bitchy sister but had only managed to refrain due to fears he might wake up the rest of the family, not because it was obviously the wrong thing to do. It was the sweet temptations that the succubi offered him that continued to draw him back to them again and again. Little by little, Ben felt himself being corrupted by the succubi and loving each moment of it.

'Fuck' Ben thought, resisting the urge to open his door and welcome what pleasures may be promised behind it.

"I guess this is just who I am now. Can't pretend I'm not a very different person than I was before this all started." Shortly later; Ben drifted off to sleep blissfully free of any dark and twisted dreams.

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The next day; Ben was back at school sitting through a boring review class and couldn't be bothered with paying too much attention. Something told him that he had been putting too much stock in his education, given what he knew was coming...

As the bell rang; Ben gathered his books and hurried out of the classroom and tried to ignore the lingering ache in his groin from the previous night's encounter with Jessica. Perhaps he should have left the door unlocked last night and allowed her to have a... mid-night snack? His balls had never needed to be emptied so frequently before. His thoughts were a bit chaotic, flittering between the various physical and mental changes to him and others that had been happening lately. He barely noticed the corridor's familiar sights as he made his way to his next class, his feet firmly on autopilot.

Mrs. Evans' door was slightly ajar when Ben arrived, and when he stepped in, he was greeted with the sight of her standing bent over her desk, grading papers. The very reminder of their previous encounter and seeing her like she is now sent a jolt of adrenaline through his body. Her beautiful arse swayed gently from side to side as she was seemingly immersed in her work. She looked up briefly; catching Ben's long gaze, her eyes gleaming with a knowing mischief and a lustful smile.

'Damn; was she in that position using her assets as bait?' Ben thought as he continued to stare at Mrs. Evans' arse. With a school full of horny young adults, it was indeed a wise choice of bait by the huntress. Especially since it's the first thing anyone would see after walking through the door.

"Ben," Mrs. Evans said, her voice low and sultry, "why don't you come here for a moment?"

He hesitated, but the intensity in her gaze compelled him, leaving him little choice but to move forward. When he reached her desk, she abruptly stood up straight and looked into his eyes with a near-predatory gaze. And before Ben could react; Mrs. Evans had grabbed him by his shoulders and pushed him against the chalkboard with surprising force.

"I want you." Mrs. Evans said as she turned away from Ben and bent over, hiking up her skirt past her hips.

"Mrs. Evans, we can't--" he started, but she cut him off with a sharp giggle as her hands came from underneath, unzipping his pants and pulling them to his knees without effort.

"Oh, but we can," Mrs. Evans said as she looked back at Ben with a mischievous gaze. She breathed hard and fast as she was pulling down her panties and presenting herself to him. Ben looked at her glistened pussy, remembering the pleasure it gave him and the loads of cum he had pumped into her in return.

"Now, stick it in and fuck me. Don't pretend you're not ready as fuck... I can smell your full sack from here." Mrs. Evans said as she backed up and ground her arse into Ben's growing boner, tempting him further. Her silky wet lips already embracing his hardness in a naughty kiss.

'She was right.' Ben thought as he lowered his boxers; there was no point in denying that he was hardening from the moment he saw her bent over her desk, the sight of her wet lips waiting to taste his meat left him hard as a rock. He knew he wanted it, or rather needed it. And so; without further delay he complied, first circling her entrance with the head of his cock before then pushing it in and moaning to the heavens as he slid his way inside his teacher's welcoming silky cunt.

'Fuck it felt good to be a teacher's pet, especially when said teacher is a cock hungry succubus.' he thought as he started to pound into her.

The sound of their bodies slapping together soon filled the room, echoing off the walls. Ben tried to keep quiet, but Mrs. Evans urged him on, her moans growing louder with each thrust. He tried to shift her forward so that he wouldn't be slammed against the wall, but the only movement he was allowed was of his hips. The rhythm of their coupling was primal, almost violent as she pushed back against him, propelling him into the wall with each powerful lunge. Ben was not really fucking her anymore but was instead being fucked into the wall by her. 'Hmm, I guess this is what it feels like to be the girl in the coupling?'

Ben now stood there taking in the sights, seeing Mrs. Evans bent in front of him, her peach-like arse pounding against him as her tight pussy seemed to suck him with rhythm while he thrust back into her. It was epic, getting to fuck and be fucked by one of his teachers; he was living every guy's fantasy.

And all the while Ben and Mrs. Evans were blissfully fucking against the wall; they hadn't thought of trying to hide their interactions from neighbouring classes. As they were so busy, they didn't notice that the door to Mrs. Evans' class had suddenly creaked open and a student stepped inside. And in that very moment of stepping inside; her eyes widened at the scene before her and she let out a gasp getting the attention of Ben and Mrs. Evans. Her entrance caused two very different reactions from Mrs. Evans and Ben.

Ben was shocked by being caught, even though they had been making more than enough noise. "Ummm..." Ben tried to come up with anything to say but couldn't, the shock being too much for him.

Mrs. Evans, however, merely glanced over her shoulder, her expression one of predatory satisfaction. "Come in, dear," she purred, beckoning the girl closer with a welcoming finger gesture.

"What going on?" The girl said, her name was Emily, a fellow classmate.

"Please, join us." Mrs. Evans said with a clear and almost mesmerizing tone towards Emily all while she continued to thrust back, letting her pussy taste its snack. Mrs. Evans' thrusting had slowed from its maddening pace but had not let up entirely as it now gently rocked back and forth, now slowly milking Ben's cock.

Emily; a petite blonde seemed frozen in place for a moment as she watched the rhythmic rocking of Mrs. Evans' hips as she backed up into me again and again. Then, as if hypnotized, she stepped inside, closing the door behind her, and slowly made her way over to the scandalous couple.

"That's it, just a little closer." Mrs. Evans said before Emily reached them. Ben watched on; stuck between trying to think of what to do. Ben thought if he should stop what was about to happen, or if he should just keep gently thrusting into Mrs. Evans' perfect pussy and let what was coming happen? But it was already too late.

When Emily finally reached them; Mrs. Evans reached out a hand, gently caressing Emily's cheek before pulling her in closer. Ben watched on as he thrust into Mrs. Evans, feeling just a little guilty for what was about to happen to Emily.

"Kiss me," Mrs. Evans commanded the dazed student and so Emily complied. Their lips met in a slow, sensuous dance for a moment, lips smacking and moaning from the two joined the rhythmic smacking as Ben continued to gently thrust into his teacher. Emily seemed to want more of Mrs. Evans' kiss and so she started caressing her teacher, pressing her body to hers. The sight of their intertwined bodies sent a fresh wave of arousal through Ben, amplifying his already frenzied state.

Mrs. Evans broke the kiss, turning her attention back to Ben. "You see, Ben, there's no need to be so shy. There's more than enough for everyone," she whispered, her voice dripping with seduction and a subtle touch of dark intent. Mrs. Evans gently guided Emily to kneel in front of her, positioning her so that she was level with the union of lovers. Mrs. Evans then let Ben's cock slip out of her silky vice, letting it take a new position between her thighs before closing them around Ben's cock. Emily now had a view that gave Mrs. Evens the appearance of being a Mr. Evans.

"Suck," Mrs. Evans ordered. Emily obeyed without hesitation; her mouth quickly enveloped Ben's throbbing member which made him gasp in bliss. The sensation was electric, a perfect blend of pleasure and perversion that left him gasping for breath. Emily was focusing on his sensitive head since most of his length was held captive by his teacher's silky thighs.

As Emily worked her magic on Ben's cock, Mrs. Evans reached between her own legs, rubbing herself with practiced ease. Her movements were deliberate and calculated to drive herself to the brink at the same pace as Ben. The room was filled with the sounds of their shared ecstasy; Emily's muffled moans as she worshipped Ben's throbbing meat, Mrs. Evans' throaty cries, and the wet, squelching noises of their combined efforts.

Ben felt himself teetering on the edge, his control slipping away. And just as he was about to reach climax, Mrs. Evans abruptly pulled Emily away, standing her up and guiding her towards the teacher's desk. She bent the girl over, spreading her legs wide and positioning herself behind her.

"Watch closely, Ben," Mrs. Evans said, her voice low and intense. "This is what our new world looks like." Mrs. Evans said before her fingers plundered Emily's depths with relentless vigour, her young inexperienced body reacting to the older woman's skilled touch of both her holes. She leaned forward, whispering something in Emily's ear that made the girl suddenly shudder violently. Then, with a final, savage thrust, Emily came, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure washed over her and her juices washed over the desk in front of her.

Mrs. Evans then slowly pulled her fingers out and gave them a loving lick as she watched Emily panting and trembling in orgasm. Emily quivered uncontrollably as she continued to squirt juices every few seconds. Her moans steadying with every passing second.

Mrs. Evans turned to Ben, her eyes burning with desire. "Your turn," she said simply, grabbing his hand and leading him to the desk.

Ben hesitated, glancing at Emily, who was still recovering from the intense experience. But Mrs. Evans' grip was firm, unyielding, and soon he found himself positioned at Emily's entrance, his heart pounding in his chest.

"Relax," Mrs. Evans murmured, her wet fingers tracing delicate patterns on his skin. "Let me take care of everything." Mrs. Evans said as she pressed herself against him, the heat of her body warming his back. Then; Mrs. Evans' pelvis thrust into Ben, causing a chain reaction as he then entered into Emily, making her gasp with pleasure. Ben clenched his fists, fighting to maintain some semblance of control. But it was a losing battle; Mrs. Evans left him breathless, his mind reeling with a dizzying mix of sensations. He joined Emily in panting like a dog.

"That's it," Mrs. Evens whispered, her voice a seductive caress. "Let go." She slipped her still-wet fingers into his mouth "Taste the pussy you're about to fill."

And then, just as he was suckling his teacher's fingers, about to surrender completely, someone loudly knocked on the door. Ben and Mrs. Evans quickly looked over but it was too late, whoever it was wanted in.

"Emily, where are you and what was with all the absurd noise?" The voice said before the door burst open and the figure stepped inside. It was Mr. Hardy who now stood frozen in the doorway, his eyes wide with shock as he took in the scene before him. Mrs. Evans, arms wrapped tightly around Ben's waist as she was assisting him with thrusting vigorously into the student he had sent to check the loud noises.

"Emily?" Mr. Hardy said, stunned. Emily gave him no mind, she just continued to moan and gasp at the pleasure she was being given.

"Don't mind us, Mr. Hardy." Mrs. Evans said as her eyes were now set on Mr. Hardy with predatory delight. Succubi were more than capable of taking part in sheer debauchery and keeping hold of their faculties. Without missing a beat; she disconnected from the pair, working her way over to her shocked colleague. She reached out and grabbed his wrist; pulling him into the room with strength that further startled the male teacher.

"Come join us, Mr. Hardy," she purred, her voice low and seductive. "I think you'll find this quite... educational."

Ben's heart pounded in his chest as he looked up at Mr. Hardy, who was now stumbling into the room, his face flushed with a mix of embarrassment from the intrusion and continued arousal.

The older man's eyes darted nervously around the room, but there was no escaping the magnetic pull of Mrs. Evans's gaze. She released his wrist for a moment to grab Mr. Hardy by the belt buckle, unbuckling it swiftly and pulling down his trousers to reveal his quickly hardening cock. In all his two decades of teaching, he'd never been in a situation like this. Sure there was always a student here or there who thought her charms would be enough to receive a more forgiving grade. But Mr. Hardy was not one to be swayed by the batting of eyelashes or the flashing of milky thighs, he knew where that slippery slope led to. His old mentor teacher had been forced into a quiet early retirement due to unsubstantiated rumours.

"Mrs. Evans, please, stop! I'm a married man! Heck, I've even met your husband at the Christmas parties... and those two are students!"

Chuckling at the teacher trying to condemn her actions while standing in the classroom, erect. His protestations had decided his fate. "Emily, darling," Mrs. Evans commanded, her voice dripping with authority. "Why don't you come take care of your teacher?" Mrs. Evans commanded.

Ben pulled out of Emily as he watched her immediately comply with Mrs. Evans' order; rising to her feet and striding over to Mr. Hardy. She dropped to her knees in front of him, her lips curling into a wicked smile as she gazed up at him. "Hi teach," then with one smooth motion, she engulfed his cock in her mouth, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head as she began to bob her head up and down on his length.

Mr. Hardy groaned, his hands coming to rest on Emily's head he vocalised his discontent at being serviced by his student but his body's reaction was more telling as it surrendered to the sensation. His hands held onto her head yet not holding it still, nor pushing it away. He was hers.

Mrs. Evans then turned her attention to Ben, her fingers tracing lazy circles on his chest before she pushed him back onto the desk and took a position atop him. "You didn't think I'd forget about my master now, did you?" she teased, her breath hot against his ear.

Ben shook his head, too overwhelmed by the situation to form words. He could feel Mrs. Evans' wetness engulf his cock, the slick friction driving him wild as she began to ride him again. Her movements were slow and deliberate, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through his body. He could hear the sounds of Emily sucking on Mr. Hardy's cock, the wet smacking noises mingling with their own moans and gasps.

Mrs. Evans leaned forward, her breasts pressing against his chest as she whispered into his ear. "Watch closely, Ben. This is what happens when you let yourself be controlled by someone stronger than you."

Ben's gaze flickered to Mr. Hardy, who was now fully immersed in the experience, his eyes closed and his head thrown back in ecstasy. Emily's hand moved in tandem with her mouth, stroking him off as she worked to bring him closer to climax. The sight of the respected teacher being so thoroughly dominated by a student was both shocking and thrilling, igniting a fire within Ben that threatened to consume him.

Mrs. Evans picked up the pace, her hips jerking against his with increasing urgency. Ben could feel his own orgasm building, the pressure inside him growing unbearable. He gritted his teeth, trying to hold on, but it was no use. Had he cum earlier inside Emily he could have held on longer, but he was too wound up. With a final, powerful thrust, Mrs. Evans drove him over the edge, and he came with a shout, his seed filling her insatiable depths. "FUCK ME... OHHHHHH..." Ben moaned as he continued to cum again and again.

As Ben's body spasmed with aftershocks of pleasure, Mrs. Evans turned her attention back to Mr. Hardy. "Now, my dear," she said, her voice calm and commanding. "Let's see if we can bring you to the same delightful conclusion."