Sex is a Job Description? Ch. 02

The demon gave him a short glance and smirked, bringing her hands down on his chest as she put her weight forward. She began to perform the slow arc again, biting her bottom lip teasingly. Nobody would ever know if he kissed her. He could just steal one...or a few, and go on his merry way no worse a man.

Her hips drove down sharply and he found himself unable to look away from her eyes. Keen blue orbs stared into his soul, transfixing him where he was beneath her. The breath caught in his lungs as their hips met and his cock received the attention it wanted from her.

"Oh the things I could do to you right now," she whispered, giving him a peck on the lips. Her core rose from his throbbing cock and his eyes rolled back. She put a hand to his face to bring him back from the brink.

"It feels way too good," Tom admitted. "You're not a regular demon."

Gabriella winked. "I'm a succubus. And I've enjoyed playing with you for the past few days. You make such a good toy." She nibbled at his earlobe and let her hips fall again. He groaned as she rose and fell again, fast enough to make a slow rhythm. But it was far too slow to let Tom find anything like a release.

"So are you gonna let me go? Or do I have to run every night until you give up trying to keep me here?" Tom half joked. Somewhere, deep in his thoughts, it was what he wanted, for her to chase him and bring him back if he ran. Another piece of him knew that was ridiculous.

"Oh nothing that simple. I'll just devour you whole," she replied with a genuine smile, and placed his hands on her hips. He squeezed tightly as she quickened the pace of her hips. The stimulation was incredible. He hadn't ever felt this good.

He looked for a way out of this, but all he could find was a pair of blue orbs staring his thoughts into nothingness. Her warm, inviting body called to him, and his body responded in turn. He leaned up and kissed her neck, arching his back slightly as she came down again and again.

Her arms found the small of his back and she pulled him upright, hugging her body to his as she pistoned against him slowly. He responded by locking his lips against hers and bucking against her with needy passion. She controlled him, however, and made his force match hers. Her tongue darted into his mouth, and pushed his into submission.

He didn't care. He hardly knew what was going on. The warmth of her body spread throughout him, causing his arousal to renew and his hands to grope and squeeze at her rear. She giggled a little, but didn't object in the slightest. She pulled back from the kiss and gave Tom a long, knowing stare.

He fought it, as hard as he could, he fought. He dragged his conscious mind as far away from her gaze as he had the power to. But being so tired, and already enthralled and intertwined with the succubus, he stood little chance against her desires. His body simply continued without his mind, mechanically seeking the pleasure that served to wear away his mental faculties.

Gabriella had him wrapped around her little finger, and with all his efforts, he couldn't help but feel her pressed to him. Soft, warm skin, so tender and pleasant to the touch. He adjusted her against him and fought every urge to kiss her again.

He failed, of course, and soon the were deep in the throes of passion, finding heights of pleasure scarcely found by two bodies locked in the age-old embrace. Soon, however, Tom wore down and the natural need to find an end point became clear. Gabriella looked delighted.

"Yes, that's it, find my eyes..." She stared into everything that he was, drinking in everything as if he were a good book reaching its climax. He ground his teeth and they continued to grind and gyrate against each other, neither willing to break the smooth motion that had developed over the course of their intimacy.

"I have to-"

"Shush now, you don't have to say anything. Just find my eyes and I'll take everything that you can give me," she said soothingly. Tom kept quiet as she commanded and she rode him until it became unbearable for him. He didn't know what to do. His mind screamed for him to stop and to yell at her what was going on, but he couldn't. His mouth stayed shut and his hips kept moving against her sweet, luscious body.

Finally, he managed one word to loosen her grip.

"Please," he whispered desperately.

"You sure can hold on for a long time," Gabriella said, kissing his ear sensually. "But there's no way you can hold out against this one." She wriggled out of his grip and disconnected their sexes. Tom stifled a shriek in pain as she brought her lips down to the tip of his throbbing erection.

Slowly, she let her lips conceal more and more of his rigid arousal, until she was at the base. Tom clenched both fists and every muscle in his body tightened. He was so close to cumming. So close. He had never been this close without going over the edge. It was driving him crazy. His jaw clenched as she arched a brow and came back up from his cock.

"You should have cum by now," she said, dismayed. She tried it again, but with the same result. Nothing. "What's wrong with you?"

"I have a curse," he replied, almost in tears. "Cum already so I can too."

Gabriella's eyes widened. "You what?"

Tom lost it. He grabbed her by the arms and rolled her under him, pushing into her as he twisted her arms behind her. His entire body trembled as he slammed into her, biting her neck so hard his teeth left red and purple marks on her pale, freckled skin. She screamed, but he couldn't hear her. He was too far gone to listen.

"I'm sorry," some part of him managed, even as he hammered away at her body.

"How did they know?" she cried, hugging him as tightly as she could. Her body trembled and her voice broke as if wracked with extreme emotion.

Something exploded and Tom saw nothing but stars as every part of his body felt a euphoria of pleasure. He could barely register that he was lying on top of a woman, her red hair haloed out around her head. Her blue eyes were lazy, tired from putting so much effort into something that was all for naught.

They lay there for some time, neither able to move as their world spun like leaf in a breeze. It was quiet, or at least it seemed so, save for the labored breathing from the two of them. Tom wasn't quite so used to being forced that close to shooting himself. He was glad it was over.

Slowly, he dragged his arms beneath him and pushed himself up onto his elbows to the succubus under him could have some breathing room. She glared daggers at him through her blue eyes, but it wasn't enough to scare him.

"Your clothes are on the table in the den. Get off me, get out of my house, and don't ever come back," she snarled, throwing him off her as if he weighed as much as a pillow. Tom brought himself to his feet and staggered inside, where she threw his clothes and his phone at him and muttered something under her breath that he couldn't hear.

She took the manilla folder that he had brought, pulled two sheets of paper out of it, and found a pen to write with. She filled out the survey and comment section and shoved the papers back into the folder. She pushed it against his chest ad ushered him to his car, slamming her front door as she went back inside.

Tom took a moment to catch his breath, and looked at what she'd scribbled in the comment section of the survey.

He's a fucking retard, but damn it if he doesn't know how to please a woman. Don't EVER send him back here again.

The drive back to the holding center was a good one. Tom couldn't help but grin himself to death as he stopped to get something to eat at Sonic. He'd gotten words of praise from a succubus. A succubus! Someone who's entire purpose it was to have sex had said that he was at the very least, a decent fuck. If he was good in bed, his chance of finding an actual girlfriend skyrocketed exponentially.

At the holding center, he parked and made his way to the conference room, meeting Harvey on the way.

"You're in trouble," he said, monotone as ever.

"What?"

"The Director is throwing a fit over you being gone for three days. We were about to send in a recovery team," Harvey replied.

Tom stopped walking. "Wait, three days? I was there three days?!" he shouted.

"Yes. The Director is going to want to know all the details," the older of the two replied. He adjusted his tie and let out a short sigh. "I'm glad you're back. Greg and I were getting worried we'd have to find a new rookie to pick on."

Tom grinned. "It takes more than a stare into my soul to tear me away from the self-torture we all know and love as work," he joked, noticing that Harvey was slowing down to create a space between them. Tom understood.

The Director was pissed.

When Tom walked in, the first thing he heard was the low muttering of his boss, something sinister and calculating. They were drawing up battle plans, just great. The teen knocked twice and all eyes turned to him for a brief moment before shocked and surprised expressions were passed around the room. The Director ground his teeth and then sipped at his scotch.

"Out, everyone. You, get over here," he growled, setting his scotch down with a trembling hand. Everyone filed out as if they'd been waiting for the chance to get as far away from the conference room as possible.

On the table were lying several topographical maps of what appeared to be Gabriella's homestead and about a square mile around it. Several coordinates had been marked, lines of fire drawn, timetables, charts, points of entry. They really had been making battle plans! Tom sat down across from the Director and handed him the manilla folder.

"Sir, I know this seems bad, but you have to believe me when I say that I had no control over my extended stay on this case," said Tom preemptively in his own defense.

"I just want to know what happened," the Director said coolly, retaining a degree of self control that Tom hadn't seen before now.

"Well," he began. "I went in and found out that our great friends at the mailing center got the wrong order information from her, so I ended up with a violent, frustrated succubus instead of a passive demon."

"I've already found that out. I've already terminated the contracts of the four responsible for this mix-up. They're being trained now for case work," he said, narrowing his eyes. "Continue."

"So, as I was finding that out, I had some food she offered me, and some lemonade, which was drugged heavily. I woke up and found myself...well, tied to the bed every which way. I tried to call you guys, but she took the battery out of my phone."

The Director snorted. "And the tracking bug."

"So then we had a talk and I had to do some odd jobs for her, and she ended up trying to devour me. Fortunately, I'm alive and I quite frankly don't want to know how close I came to being a comatose vegetable in a bed." Tom couldn't shake the good vibe from earlier. It was just too much that he'd gotten a compliment like that from a succubus.

The Director mulled something around in his head for a moment before grabbing the folder and skimming through its contents. He tore up the two pages of information about Gabriella and then scrutinized the feedback that she left. His eyes glanced up.

"You read this, didn't you?" he said, knowing the answer already.

"Yes sir," Tom answered in a meeker tone than he'd meant.

"Damn you boy, wipe that grin off your face. You're not a complete waste of our resources, but you're not a very bright investment either. Don't screw up anymore." He slapped the folder down and filed through the large case beside him on the floor. He pulled out a folder and handed it to Tom.

"Sir?"

"You've got an interesting one this time. Dismissed."

"Can't I get a break befo-"

"Dismissed," he repeated. Tom nodded and left the conference room. Outside, the two men leaning against the wall directly opposite the door looked up at Tom expectantly.

"Well?" asked Greg.

"Well what?" Tom replied.

"What did he say this time?" Greg asked, clearly interested now that Tom had a new case folder.

"He said I wasn't a 'complete' waste of resources, but that I'm still a damn shame to have in this glorious hellhole of an office," Tom replied sarcastically.

"He respects you now," Harvey said impassively. "You made it through a tight spot by your own skill. You're not the division squirt anymore."

"Let's get something to eat, rookie," Greg said. "I haven't had much of an appetite for the past few days and I'm craving udon noddles and Peking duck." As he and Harvey were walking ahead, Tom noticed the two automatic pistols strapped to Greg's sides, and the bulletproof vest hanging over Harvey's shoulder.

"Hey guys, were you two the ones going to get me if I was MIA?"

"Maybe if you were worth a few million more dollars," Greg replied, earning a stiff ribbing from Harvey. They both laughed, leaving Tom very confused. Was that a yes, or a no?

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"So...uh, how exactly does this work?"

Tom was at a complete loss here. He'd gotten home after eating out with Harvey, Greg, and a few other guys from work and seeing Greg off at the airport for his flight to Minnesota with five other agents for a critically frustrated demon.

Here at home, Tom had read over the case file, been confused, decided to just wait and see when the case subject would arrive, and then went upstairs to take a long, hot bath. However, upon entering the bathroom, stripping bare, and turning on the water, he found that his newest case subject was already waiting for him.

"I'm sorry to have just reached out like that, truly, I am, but I am not very patient today," Sohm said, reaching out to Tom with a strange, semi-solid appendage.

"Jesus, just wait a second. I'm not even sure how to go about doing a slime." Tom tried not to think of how she had come to be in the plumbing of his house and come out of the faucet of the bath like normal water, only to solidify right when he was about to get in and scare him half to death. He wasn't proud to admit that he'd screamed like a little girl when a hand reached out of the water and grabbed his wrist like a phantom.

"You can just get in," the semi-solid slime said, forcing herself out of the general anatomical ambiguity of the water. She formed a human shape out of the water and sat down on the opposite edge of the tub, crossing her legs so that water pooled at the cleft of her thighs in a little basin. "I'm quite comfortable once you get used to the feeling."

"Is it...safe? I've heard the stories about how you digest people when they stay in too long," Tom said, restraining himself from agreeing to the buxom slime's request. If he didn't know any better, he'd have jumped right in and tangled himself up in a hot mess with her.

Large, dark eyes, a flowing mass of hair that looked like a waterfall hanging behind her and splayed out in every direction across the surface of the marble corner shelf for bath candles. Wide, curvaceous hips, a very generous bust, slim waist, elegant limbs...

"Safe? Hun, you're in more danger of being hurt where you're standing then you'd be with me. Now please, I'm tired of waiting. Can't you just step in and let me coax you into satisfying my every desire and slaking my every hungry thought?"

"You know if I die doing this..."

"I'm not going to kill you. I just want some company. Being a slime gets a little...lonely. Its hard to make friends at work when you constantly have to consume makeup and color dyes to look like you have a normal skin tone. Clothes are rather hard to keep clean when they get wet and sticky every afternoon." She gestured over toward a pile of wet clothing next to the shower door.

"I need you to sign a few things before we start though." He turned to go get the manilla folder, but as he reached the door, both his hands were jerked behind him and he was pulled backward.

"If you haven't noticed, there's not a solid piece on this body to hold a pen with. Just come over here and we'll do all that paperwork later. I'm in the mood after seeing that cute behind of yours," she cooed, roping several stringy appendages around Tom's waist and shoulders. She picked him up just enough to get his feet off the ground and then carried him to the tub.

She deposited him in the water gently, and he turned his head to look at the slime still sitting on the side of the tub with the little pool of water between her thighs. She idly drew a spiral in the water with her finger, her other hand supporting her chin.

"So how do we..." Tom started, but faded quickly as Sohm turned her eyes to his.

"I do things to you. You just sit there and prepare to have the time of your life," she replied with a gleam in her eye. She slipped into the water and shifted herself behind him, pulling him up so that he sat in her lap. She plastered her hands to his chest and giggled as the water in front of him bubbled.

Suddenly, a large bulbous shape formed in front of his body, rising slowly from the water until it was about the shape and size of a basketball. Then, large gobbets of the shape drained away until a smiling face with dark blue eyes was left staring Tom in the face.

"Pretty cool, huh?" Sohm said, from both the new and old body. The new one rose out of the water, just as the other one had, and sat in Tom's lap without warning. He didn't know how it worked being a slime, but he could tell the difference between the water and the demon sitting on his growing cock.

"There's two of you?" Tom asked as she adjusted herself on him.

"Well, no. Everything you're in is me, but I wanted to put on a little show for you, so I solidified more water and made that. Isn't she cute?" the slime said, watching her twin shift against Tom smoothly.

"As much as this would be a fantasy for the next guy, I've got a little problem with foreplay and pretty much everything that isn't procreative intercourse," Tom admitted as the slime reached her hand down into the water and grabbed his hard cock firmly.

"Hun, you don't have to worry about a thing. I've stolen a bit of your time so that I could put on a show for you. Now relax and enjoy the nice gooey lap dance." She giggled sensually and the twin shifted again, this time taking Tom's hard arousal and smothering it in a warm, thick liquid. His skin rose at the feeling. This was the inside of a slime.

"W-Wow that's incredible," Tom stammered, his cock jumping erratically as the twin rose and fell on slow, heavy arcs. Her insides were like a mass of thick, gooey fluid and Tom felt every little twist and turn her hips made.

"I can even make the water inside of me swirl like a funnel. I'll give you a little feel," she whispered, blowing a warm breath into his ear that made the skin on the entire right side of his body crawl. But that was nothing compared to what she did to him beneath the water.

Something began to spin around his cockhead like a water funnel, and then it spread down toward his hips. It was like having a girl ride him in every position imaginable. He felt places that he didn't know even existed.

He strained at the feeling of her body wrapping around him at every angle, solidifying and latching onto his skin like glue. He swallowed hard as the shifting current squeezed his cock firmly and began to rise and fall slowly. It was like being in a big, living jacuzzi. His hips jerked up at the heavy mass of slime sitting in his lap and she jolted unexpectedly.

The twin adjusted her head so she was looking directly at him with her dark blue orbs. She paused for a moment and let the swirling currents die down to a dull flow for a few moments, giving him a quizzical look as she leaned closer.

"What're you doing?" Tom asked, turning his head to see Sohm's face.

"Oh, nothing. I just wanted to see if you realized that you've been enjoying the inner workings of my body for about ten minutes. You don't even realize how close to feeding me you are, do you?" The twin inched a little closer and raised its arms to Tom's shoulders.