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Demon’s Debt [Sucubuss TG Story] - Part 3
🕑 Added 2024-10-30 21:36:58 +0000 UTCChapter 3
Returning to the real world was certainly an experience. I remember feeling so many things the first time I stepped back onto the strip in my human disguise. Surprisingly, though, I was surprised by my lack of relief. I was out of Hell, back among humans, and yet I didn't feel any freer. It was September in Vegas; the wind should have still felt warm rolling in from the desert, but it sent a shiver down my spine. It had only been…well, actually I don’t know how long, a week? Two? It was hard to keep track. Regardless of how long it had been, I’d grown used to hellfire, and nowhere on Earth can ever feel quite so warm and comforting.
You’re probably wondering why I didn't just flee. I could make myself look like any woman I wanted to, after all. Surely, Astaroth wouldn’t waste time tracking down one meek little succubus when he could so easily make another. The truth is, that story I told you about my first time with Astaroth went on for much longer. I spent days in his bed, being fucked in every way possible. I’d grown accustomed to the pleasure a man could give just as much as Hell's heat. It had also made me curious. Astaroth had taught me just how much power sex could give a person, the way Jezebel had reeled me in proving that. I wanted to know just how far I could take it.
I walked the strip with a sway in my hips and a coy smile on my face. I watched the sea of faces pass me and saw them in a way I never had before. So many were shabby guys, down on their luck, or high rollers with cocky smiles. I saw myself in each of them. I’d been them both at one time or another. Now, though, I saw how truly…small they were. All of them, with their petty little human wants and troubles, the fake smiles on the women who hung off men's arms, the obvious prostitutes in their skimpy outfits who lied about how handsome their marks were. They felt so…different. It hadn't been that long, but I already felt so removed from them.
It didn’t help that there wasn't so much as a missing poster up. As I walked through my old casino haunts, things were exactly as I’d left them. I asked the dealers if anybody had seen the old me. Those who remembered me didn't seem to care that I’d disappeared. Returning to my old life suddenly felt like a very cold existence, especially when a man with slicked-back hair and an arrogant smile sidled up next to me.
“Sweetheart, you’re too pretty to be looking so sad.”
He probably thought that line was so smooth. My new succubi instincts instantly took over. Just by looking at this guy, I could tell what he liked. He liked a girl in charge; he desperately wanted to be a big, tough alpha male, but a strong woman made his knees weak. He stank of sin, and the crystal around my neck seemed to heat up in anticipation. So much sin I could collect if I put what I’d learned from Astaroth into practice. So I giggled and moved a little closer despite the bad line.
“Oh, such a sweetheart.”
His pupils dilated, and I felt my pussy start to moisten. One line, and I practically had him eating out of my hand already. I could tell. He was looking at me with such desire and wonder; it felt good to know somebody wanted me so badly. Even another man.
“I really am lonely…” I added dramatically. “I don't suppose you’d like to keep me company.”
“Honey, I’d love nothing more.”
“Do you have a room here, I’d love to see it.” I cooed, leaning in close and rubbing circles on his chest with a single finger. “I could never afford to stay at a fancy place like this.”
The lie flowed easily, my voice sweet and smooth as honey. In no time, we were in the elevator, heading for his floor. His hands wandered, cupping my ass and making me all the wetter. He was hard and not even bothering to hide it; that’s how sexy I was. Let me tell you, realising you are sexy enough to make men lose all reason is….a turn-on, to say the least.
The closer we got to his room, the more excited I became. My whole body was tingling in anticipation. Every step seemed to take an age. The second he slid the key into the lock, I pushed him inside against the wall and kissed him hard. He melted against me, moaning like a whore as I took control. I could feel his resistance melting away; he’d wanted to take me fast and hard, but I was in control now, and he loved it.
My fingers undid his belt buckle and took out his thick, hard cock. It was nothing on Astaroth, of course, but for a human, he was decent. Thick, and already leaking in anticipation. I didn’t wait to get to the bed, instead, I positioned myself and pinned him against the wall. I hadn't bothered to wear panties under the skimpy dress Astaroth had picked out for me. I simply lifted the hem and pushed myself down on his cock.
“Oh Gods…”
“No gods, in here, darling…”
I fucked him against the wall, enjoying the change in position. Normally it was the woman being held up against the wall, moaning and trembling. Instead I was doing the reverse, his cock may have been sliding ina nd out of me, but I was the one doing the fucking. It felt so good, feeling that cock slide in and out of my wet hole, I controlled the angle, making the tip slam against my G-spot. The pleasure was addictive. More than that, I could feel something magical at play. With every buck of his hip, every thrust of mine, I could feel all his sin flowing into me. The gem at my neck burned hot and bright, and the ecstasy inside me built.
“Oooooh yes!”
My first orgasm was small but powerful and swiftly followed by another. My man groaned, obviously thinking he was the one causing my ecstasy; he was going to be all the more arrogant after this. Good, pride was a sin. It would make sex with him in the future all the more delicious. When he finally came in me, my body stiffened; a pleasure deeper than any orgasm flowed into me, and I felt briefly overwhelmed. I wanted that money to last forever. It was only later, when Jezebel explained that it was Astraoth rewarding me with the ultimate ecstasy for doing a good job, that I understood why succubi stayed after getting their souls back. His favour felt better than even the strongest orgasm. The idea of life without it…was unthinkable.
“Oh…Oh my God. We didn't even make it to the bed.” The man groaned.
He collapsed against the wall, held up only by me and the fact that his soft cock was still in my passage. I breathed deep, enjoying the sin swirling through my blood. He had more though, I could sense it. I simply smiled at my mark and ran my sharp nails through his hair.
“You mean, we haven’t made it to the bed…yet.”
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“All that is to say, you don’t need to look so miserable. I know this isn’t the way you expected tonight to go. You thought you were about to win big instead you lost your soul to a demon. That’s okay though. Look at me! I’ve been in Astaroth’s service for decades now and don’t look a day older than my first transformation. Honestly, having a soul is overrated. I earned mine back forever ago and wouldn’t dream of being human again. Now, stop that pouting and hop through the portal, we don’t want to keep Astaroth waiting.”
