Seducing Chuck Ch. 01

A straight to bisexual tale. Plenty of sex, but the bisexual side of things is a slow burn that comes to fruition over the series. The entire series will be a fun, novella-length romp that centers on the breaking and remaking of Chuck's way of thinking about sexuality.

All characters are 18+. Group sex, slight reluctance, borderline dubcon due to suggestive and lust magics. (And, of course, fae wine.) Ultimately, nothing is forced. It's meant to be a positive story about sexual awakening. Words in italics denote Rowan's use of fae mind magic.

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Sindra

When a succubus and a fae go out looking for a good time, they'll find it. And you'll never be the same.

I gazed at my companion, one of the elusive fae, sprawled on our bed. He was dressed like a bad boy tonight: tight black shirt, black leather pants, and heavy black boots. Every piece of the ensemble fit him like a glove, showcasing his beautiful physique. His dark brown, tousled locks only added to the devil-may-care, sex god look he had going.

My own raven-dark hair brushed against my naked breasts. I caressed them, down to the cleft between my legs, remembering the path Rowan's tongue made the last time we'd fucked. Which was a few hours ago. I cupped myself and squirmed as I gazed at him. Adoring him. Worshipping him with my eyes. A little mewl escaped me as I grazed my clit.

"You naughty beast," he said, a smooth-as-velvet purr that lit me up. He gripped himself through the pants. "It's going to be a fun night."

"What's our flavor this time?" I asked, working slow circles around my clit. "Experienced and hot, young and naive, sexually repressed, or wild card? Maybe a couple?"

"Oh," Rowan said, "definitely young and naive. Strait, for sure. I love the challenge of seducing them. I'm in the mood to tutor."

"You mean mind control." I asked, laughing. Rowan had some interesting fae magic.

"Now, now, Sindra. I don't control the mind, only open it to the truth," he replied.

I grinned at him, showing him a little fang, then crossed to the closet. To match his outfit, I slipped a short, slinky black dress over my naked body. Two leather, studded bracelets finished the look. Almost. From the top shelf, I pulled down my treasure box.

Inside was a fantastic assortment of toys in every shape, size, and color, assembled over the long, long years of my life. I was feeling fancy, so I chose a thick anal plug with a red, heart-shaped gem embedded at the end. I handed it, along with some lube, to my fae. "Give me a hand?" I asked, allowing my lust magic to saturate the air around me.

Rowan growled, sensing my magic and scenting my arousal. I could see him thickening in his leather pants. My fae was hung like a horse. He cleared his throat and said, "But, of course." I bent over the dresser, spread my legs, and arched my back. He lifted the hem of my already-short dress, baring my sex. He gripped my ass cheek, kneading it like dough.

One of the best perks of being a succubus is the complete lack of body hair. Rowan had an unobstructed view of every part of me, pink lips and delicate pucker. I half expected to hear the sound of a zipper and to feel the push of an engorged cock into my body, and I would have welcomed it. I was insatiable, after all.

But Rowan, ancient fae that he was, knew the value of restraint. Of teasing. Of pleasure. Of delaying satisfaction until the body and mind threatened to break. He had taught me that over the years.

I heard him open the cap of the lube, shivered in anticipation when I heard the bottle sputter. And because he liked a little cruelty, the cold, cold jelly fell directly onto my hole. I gasped and Rowan laughed at me, dark and seductive.

His thumb began to work the lube all around my rim, then slipping inside in as I moaned. He worked his thumb in and out of me, a little further each time, until I was panting and ready to beg him to fill it with something other than a plug. But the thoughts vacated my mind when the cool, slick metal replaced his warm finger and began to invade me.

It was hard and unyielding, and Rowan groaned as my ass fought against the invasion, despite his warmup. I couldn't help but whimper. It felt so good. So uncomfortable. An edge of pain. The feeling of being filled. Another cold dab of lube to ease the way. I couldn't help the sounds coming out of my throat. "Gods beyond," he breathed. "We might not make it out of this house if you keep moaning like that."

I relaxed my body, breathed deeply. Rowan expertly worked the big plug inside, toying with me, nearly bringing me to orgasm when the thickest part stretched me. By the time it was in, I was soaked - not from the lube, but from my own slick liquid, which dripped down my bare leg.

"You have no idea how difficult it is to not fill you with my cock and pound into you," Rowan said as he leaned over me and put his hands on the counter on each side of me. He thrust forward against my ass, pushing the plug into the deepest parts of me. Fireworks were going off in my core, sparkles that heralded orgasm. He thrust again and again, only stopping himself before I came. So cruel, my fae.

"Gods, Sindra, I'm about to cream in my underwear," Rowan said, his voice deep and rough.

I almost begged him to replace the plug with his even larger cock and ride me raw, but we had a young, inexperienced, straight guy to find and ravish. I wouldn't be the only one Rowan filled before the night was over. He bit my neck gently, a possessive gesture, and I arched against him, giving my anal plug one last grind against his hard dick. Then I pushed him back with my body and whirled to face him.

I shoved my hand into the band of his pants, found the head of his cock already wet with precum. I groaned along with him as I brought my wet finger to my mouth and sucked it. My eyes must have been an infinite shade of black. "Glamour," he ground out. "Don't forget your glamour. And for the gods' sakes," he begged, "don't touch my cock again or I will explode on you. That would ruin the night, wouldn't it?"

I shrugged, not so sure it would be ruined. Not only did he have the stamina for an absurd amount of orgasms, but Rowan by himself was just as fun as Rowan buried in me or whatever willing body we found for the night. Or having him pounded into me by someone buried in him. Oh, the possibilities. "Let's get going then," I said, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

I straightened my tiny dress and grabbed my shoes, knowing that bending over would give Rowan the full view of his handiwork with the plug. "You really can't help it, can you?" he asked, his voice all rusty with desire.

"After all these years," I said, grabbing my sequined clutch, "you should have already figured that out. You look delicious."

"And you, my dear, look like a fucking wet dream."

*****

Chuck

I frowned at my phone and watched my night go to shit as a bunch of new messages dinged in the group text. Kevin got held up at work and Jim's new girlfriend went on a rampage when she found out he planned a guy's night without asking her first.

Well, fuck. Looked like I was going stag.

I waved at the bartender and pointed to my empty shot glass. No point trying to talk over the pounding music. He nodded and poured me another double of tequila. I swallowed a burning mouthful and tapped out a message to my girl, Jenn, who was visiting her parents. Two whole weeks of no sex. Spanking it a few times a day to porn wasn't cutting it.

Not that I was here looking for sex. I mean, I knew I could get laid if I wanted to, but Jenn was a nice girl. Nice face, nice hair, nice body, nice... everything. Mom loved her. Dad did, too, and he hadn't tried to grope her yet, thank god. We'd probably end up married and have 2.5 kids. A nice house with a white picket fence. A nice dog. A nice life. What more could I ask for?

That's what I told myself as I watched the girls out on the dance floor and the lucky guys who were with them. Jenn wouldn't be caught dead at one of these places, much less dancing with me in one.

No use torturing myself with what I couldn't have. I decided to head home after another shot or two and watch some TV. Pretty sure it was UFC Fight Night. I wasn't about to be the pathetic guy drinking alone at a dance club. Being all creepy and staring at girls.

That's when I saw her.

Drop dead gorgeous with long, black hair. Short black dress. Round, perky tits and a firm, plump ass. Legs that didn't stop. Didn't matter if you were a boobs, ass, or legs guy. She had it all. And from the look of her, she was not a 'nice girl.' She left the guy she was with at their table and walked on the dance floor like she owned the place. Hell, maybe she did.

I wasn't the only one staring when she started to dance alone. Didn't take long for guys to start approaching her, like they had a chance. I huffed a laugh and sipped my drink. She dirty danced with some of them but her date didn't seem to mind. He just scanned the room from his table.

Maybe they weren't together. No kissing, no touching. A designated driver? Maybe he was her queer friend looking for a different kind of action? Not that it mattered. I wasn't here to cheat. And I didn't have a snowflake's chance in hell with someone like that. I had the looks but not the money.

I ordered another shot and watched. The guys had given up and she was dancing alone. Spinning and twirling, and, fuck. Touching herself. The kind of dance you pay to see at a strip club. She spun with her arms in the air and...

Holy hell. It had to be a flesh-colored thong. Because if not, the girl wasn't wearing panties. I'd been sporting a semi for most of the night watching the girls, but my dick was getting stiff watching her dance like she wanted to fuck. I shifted, trying to get comfortable, and damn near let out a groan.

The bartender set a fresh shot in front of me so I couldn't exactly leave yet. I needed to get a table. Otherwise, whoever was sitting next to me would get an eyeful of my wood. I got the bartender's attention and pointed toward one of the empty booth tables at the side of the club. Then I did the walk of shame, jacket held in front of my crotch as I made my way across the room.

The small, circle booth had a table and was mostly in the shadows. Not that I was going to do anything. Just hide my boner while I drank til it dropped and I could leave.

I settled in, and damn. The girl in the black dress was still dancing, still running her hands along her body, still touching herself. I tried to rearrange myself to get more comfortable, but once I gripped my dick, I couldn't help but give it a squeeze. Fucking saw stars when I gave it a little stroke through my jeans.

Screw it. It was dark, there was a table in front of me, booth walls on each side, and there were plenty of cocktail napkins on the table to clean up. I was going to rub one out watching the girl dance. I moved the jacket to hide my lap if anyone came close enough to notice. But I doubted anyone would notice. They were either on the dance floor or occupied with each other. Or staring at the show that vixen of a girl was putting on.

I unbuttoned my fly and worked the zipper down, trying to look as casual as possible. The vixen was still dancing, her perfect breasts swaying. Ah, god. She wasn't wearing a bra. I could see her nipples poking the fabric, even from here. I started stroking myself faster and timed my movement to hers, imaging it was my dick she was swaying on.

I was just about to get off when her eyes met mine from across the room. Swear to god, it was like everything else just dropped away and the music disappeared. My heart was thumping when she started walking over, and I couldn't exactly tuck my dick back into my pants without her noticing. I pulled my jacket over to cover it.

Why was she coming over here? What could she possibly want with me? I was dumbfounded as she sauntered closer and I had to remind myself to close my mouth.

"Hi," she yelled over the music, a sexy smile on her lips.

"Hi," I said. My dick was throbbing, making it hard to think.

"You're alone?" she asked, looking around.

"Yeah," I said. Fuck. I wasn't here to cheat. I had a nice girlfriend that I was probably going to end up marrying. "What's your name?" I asked, cursing myself. It just slipped out. I didn't need to know her name.

"Sindra. Yours?"

"Chuck." Why did I tell her that?

"Nice to meet you. May I sit?" Her smile was like sin on a warm, sunny day.

"Okay," I said. I was a fucking idiot.

As she moved to the side of the table, she dropped her sparkly little purse. "Oops!" she said, grinning, then bent to pick it up. My brain went straight from short circuit to meltdown in two seconds flat.

She wasn't wearing panties. At all. She was smooth as a dream and wearing a butt plug. With a red heart on it. My cock didn't just twitch. I could have lifted a goddamn barbell with it. Jenn never let me touch her butthole, much less put anything in it. I'd fucked a girl in the ass once before and it was so different, so fucking tight, but Jenn wouldn't even consider it...

I was in trouble. My cock was painfully hard and this beautiful girl, Sindra, slid into the seat beside me. I wondered what it felt like when she sat down on the plug. How big it was.

Goddamit. I downed the rest of my shot and nearly praised Baby Jesus when I caught the waiter's eye and ordered a few beers. Sindra shimmied closer and got close to my ear, close enough I could feel her breath on my neck.

"You've been watching me," she said. I cleared my throat and I felt heat rise in my cheeks. I was fucking blushing.

"Well, you're beautiful," I said. Was that really the best line I had? But, no. No lines. I was a taken man. Spoken for. Happily almost-engaged.

My entire body froze as she laid a small hand on my thigh.

"You're handsome," she said, her nose nuzzling my ear. "Want me to take care of that?"

"What?" I asked, horrified she might have somehow seen me jerking off. Turned out, she must have, or at least guessed why my jacket was in my lap. She wrapped her fingers around my naked shaft and I let out an embarrassing groan. This was wrong. I wasn't here to cheat. But... butt plug. Nipples. Smooth pussy. She was stroking me and I didn't ask for it. And I couldn't bring myself to stop it.

I was in so much trouble. Rationally, I knew this. But my body ignored rational things. Instead, I thrust into her hand, solid as a rock and so close to cumming my cock head was tingling.

As if she somehow knew, she disappeared under the table just as I was about to shoot. God help me, she wrapped her lips around me and I blew my entire load in her mouth, not caring whether anyone, including her maybe-boyfriend, saw us. I sat still after, breathing heavy for a few heartbeats and she popped back up from under the table, her lipstick not a bit smeared.

Sindra licked her lips. Like she was hungry for more.

*****

Sindra

Chuck was utterly perfect. He was handsome, clean, well-endowed, and everything about him screamed 'straight,' from his Dallas Cowboys jacket to the stylized deer's head and barbed wire tattoo on his forearm. I bet he played poker with his buddies and viewed fishing as a prime passtime.

Well, I was going to reel this fish in.

A quick glance at Rowan showed him grinning. With his sharp eyesight, he must have seen what I'd just done. Gods beyond, my pussy was already wet. Sitting down had pushed the plug further in, and it was all I could do not to rock back and forth to enjoy the sensation. Especially with the waves of lust rolling off of Chuck. He wanted me. Badly. Like he'd been pent-up without sex for quite some time.

"Want to return the favor?" I asked, leaning close so I didn't have to yell over the music. I slipped my hands up to my chest and tweaked my already-pert nipples. Chuck's gaze was riveted to me and his breathing was fast and shallow. Slowly, so slowly, I slid my hands down my belly and waist, then lower. "I'd like it if you touched me," I purred. Chuck's hand was shaking as I grabbed it and guided him to my warm, wet folds. I was more than ready.

"Fuuuuuck," he groaned. I slid my fingers alongside his, then lifted them to my mouth. He was slack-jawed as I sucked on them, tasting myself. His hand was still shaking as he began to work his finger in and out of me. His callouses felt good.

I needed more.

I scooted the table back. It squealed in protest and Chuck pulled his hand back for a moment. Just long enough for me to whip my leg around and straddle him.

I really didn't care who saw. In fact, that just heightened the fun, knowing Rowan was likely stroking himself across the room as he watched me play with this boy. Anticipating the part when we got him home.

Dazed as he was, Chuck's fingers found their way back to my pussy and his cock was hard again. He worked gentle circles around my clit with his thumb and penetrated me with one, then two of his fingers. I leaned down, letting my breasts hover below his face and whispered in his ear. "Play with the plug."

"Ahhhh fuuuuck," I thought I heard him groan, and in no time, his other hand was applying pressure to the gem, moving the plug inside me while he fingered me. I rode his hands shamelessly, pressed my breasts to his face. He caught my nipple in his teeth, and the pinch was delicious, even with the cloth in the way.

I rode his hand faster, nearing orgasm, and Chuck was desperate for friction against his cock, thrusting the empty air. He groaned as much as I did. His panting warmed the flesh of my breasts, and I imagined Rowan 'tutoring' him. With that thought, I came, crying out and leaving a trickle of warmth on Chuck's hand and thighs. I was so primed. That would be the first of many orgasms tonight.

I felt Rowan's presence before I saw him, and he joined us in the booth. Chuck was oblivious until I dismounted him.

*****

Chuck

What just happened?

Okay. That was a stupid fucking question. I knew what just happened. She came on my hand while I played with her pussy and ass and bit her nipples. Holy hell. The way her pussy clenched around my finger. It was so damn tight, like she was a virgin. And if she'd just moved a little forward, I could have been buried in her. She could have been bouncing up and down...

I damn near jumped out of my skin when I saw her emo friend staring at me from a few feet away. I didn't even see the guy show up. Damn. He was a hell of a lot bigger up close. And built. I really wasn't in a fighting mood. But... was he smiling?

"'Sup," I said, wary. Testing the waters. I shifted in my seat and covered myself with my jacket. All the while I smelled Sindra's musk on me and my dick was throbbing for more.

"Enjoying the show," he said.

"Look man, I don't know what happened," I began, but he held up a hand to silence me.

"Enjoying, I said. Quite a lot, actually," the man said, and he adjusted his crotch, making me a bit uncomfortable, until he looked at Sindra. "I love seeing her get off."

"Are you two... together, or something?" I asked, finally getting my pants zipped up and buttoned. No use hiding it now.

"Or something," was Sindra's weird reply. I had no idea what to say, so I grabbed my beer and chugged at least half of it. My nerves were strung so tight I thought they might snap.

I swallowed and looked at the man. "And you... like to watch?" I asked. He nodded once, and to my shame, my dick twitched. He must have one of those cuckold kinks. Damn, the thought of...

Jenn. The perfectly nice girl who would be coming home in a few days. The thought of Jenn almost dumped cold water on my mood. I'd cheated on her. I chugged the first half of another beer, wishing I'd stayed with the hard stuff so I could drink myself to oblivion.