Succubus Awakens

Totally worth the trouble, taking a man's load deep inside me was delicious. I also knew it was safe at that time in my life. I'd learned a lot from my enthralled shifter guardian, before I'd killed the bastard.

The long line of extremely well-fucked and satisfied truckers ended, and the memory shifted, as I knocked on the door of a rundown warehouse just outside of town. It looked like crap on the outside, and like it should be condemned. I even felt second thoughts about being there, but I took a deep breath. I had to find a place in this world now, my home and family was dead, and I couldn't just live on the streets.

I was in a thin white cotton flower print sundress, and my brown sandals. I often dressed that way, with a touch of innocence. Men loved innocent sluts after all. The combination of breathy and needy reluctance as the sweet beautiful young woman with the blush of youth still on her cheeks. The soft angelic beauty of my face mixed with my made for sex body sent contradicting and powerful instinctual responses through a male body. They didn't know whether to protect me, or to ravish and defile me. Which led to both, drove them crazy, and was why I dressed that way, sexy and innocent but not trashy.

I was a professional whorish slut, after all. Not a pretender in skimpy clothes letting it all hang out. Sure, slutty worked too, but I liked to think the way I dressed drew a better class of men, and in my three years I've never seen anything to disprove that.

The door opened and I smiled, suppressing the slight panic in me and my magic's response. Because it was a shifter. A yummy, tall, wide, and muscled shifter, but he was looking at me suspiciously. I felt lust of course, but also caution.

He was six foot four, about twenty-six years old, with short dark brown hair and dark amber eyes. His face was ruggedly handsome, and though he looked aloof I knew he already wanted to ravish me. He was also far too disciplined to do so.

I also wouldn't be fucking him anytime soon, if he was going to be a part of my new family of sorts, supernaturals banding together for protection, I couldn't exactly charge him for sex. Ironically, for him to enjoy my body he'd need to grow true affection for me first, much like Bobbi, otherwise sex was off the table.

"Who and what are you?"

He knew already of course. I'd set up this meeting with a small group of outsider supernaturals on the internet. But he couldn't smell lies on the internet. He also knew what I really was, it had taken a long time to find a group willing to even speak to me. Demons were feared and reviled in the supernatural world, and I wondered what kind of people they were that they'd even talk to me. Of course, I knew I wasn't evil, but no one else seemed to.

"Alexis Black, but I go by Lexi. I'm half fae, and half succubus," I said that last a little breathily in a playfully slutty and sultry voice.

He barked a laugh, "What are your intentions here?"

"Not a simple question. I have no intention of harm, and will only defend myself if attacked," I waited for him to nod, then said, "I must learn to control my succubus magic better, specifically my hellfire. I also want to learn fae magic, outside of what comes naturally. Enchantment, spells, and potions if I have the knack. Lastly, I need a place, I don't want to stand alone."

He asked, "Can you hide your demon side?"

He seemed calm about it, which was confusing.

I nodded, and did it, so all he could scent was fae and human, I also hid my horns behind the easy and old glamour.

He grunted, "Excellent, I can't sense a thing."

"You're Rocco?"

He grunted, "Yes."

I asked, "You seem... okay with what I am? How do I know you and Nathaniel won't betray me? Even with my ability to hide myself, you're risking a lot giving me a chance."

He nodded, "Nathaniel can explain that in more detail, but he's... very unique, and we're already dead if the council finds out what we're really up to. And having a demoness to watch our backs is no small thing, if we ever need to go on the run. Obviously, trust will be slow to come, it must be earned on both sides."

I said, "I understand, but not really, not yet. Aren't all demons totally evil?"

He chuckled, "You're adorable, Lexi. Yes, that is what we're all told, to the point it's driven deep into the supernatural world's collective psyche. As I said, Nathaniel is unique. Why don't you come in and meet him?"

"So I passed the smell test?"

He smirked, "Yes, you could say that. The true interview is to come."

He led me into the warehouse, which was shocking neat, new, and furnished inside. It was like a house within the warehouse, with drop ceilings and lights in the hallway. He pointed out three doors during our walk. Not exactly like a house, it was a long hallway with doors on each side, but there were plants, pictures on the walls, that made it look homey. Including a rug.

"Under no circumstances enter any of those rooms without an invite. They're our personal bedrooms and spaces, and Nathaniel's workspace for his witchcraft."

"Understood."

He said, "If you're staying, you can take a look around at the rest of the place, and I'll show you where you'll be staying," he waved toward another door, "Go on in, that's Nathaniel's office."

I knocked lightly, and then opened the door and moved inside. It was an office, with the typical desk and leather office chair, with two chairs in front of it. There was also a bookshelf. I could feel his magic, and he had his protections up, and I didn't entirely blame him.

Nathaniel was in his early thirties by appearance. I knew now that put him around fifty or so. he was six foot three, with red hair and green eyes. He was wiry, thin, with a boyishly handsome face, and dressed casually in jeans and a pullover shirt. He was studying me with undisguised lust and avarice in his eyes as he waved at the chair across from his desk.

"Sit, Lexi. And welcome."

I smiled a bit nervously and sensually, "Am I, welcome?"

He chuckled, "Yes, if you got by Rocco, I'm fairly sure we can come to an agreement. First, let's discuss what I haven't told you yet over our dark-web correspondence. I'm an earth witch and alchemist. The councils allow us outsiders some rights. You could almost say we have more freedom than the upper class, though not the money, prestige, and power in our supernatural world.

"I sell potions that aren't council approved, a black market of sorts. Nothing left-hand path. They only allow us to sell cheap and easily made potions. The expensive potions of true power are restricted to the upper class.

"This isn't to protect anyone, they do it simply because there is a very limited customer base. The middle class and us outsiders must give them all our money, you see, if we have need of them. Needless to say, that creates opportunity for those willing to risk it. I sell potions I'm not allowed to make or sell to the outsiders and middle class of our kinds for about half the price of the council. It can be a nervous thing, but we're extremely careful about it and with Rocco's nose we can usually spot a traitor or plant before committing ourselves."

I nodded, "I see. The shifter I questioned did indicate they ruled with an iron fist, and suppression wasn't unheard of. To keep the secret."

He said, "Exactly. Did he explain about shifter violence?"

I replied, "They need an outlet, those in the packs fight and challenge each other, but outsiders have to find alternate outlets. Violence, or sex, can settle a shifter."

He nodded, "That's the underground fight club. The council knows about it, and they will bust us if it gets out of hand, but they don't try too hard to find us unless they suspect black market activities and other illegalities going on at the same time. Regardless, I am a licensed potion seller through the local council, and that's where we sell our potions.

"The middle class and especially outsider groups and wanderers show up for the sake of the shifters in the group, and to buy the simple potions. It's also where we sell the illegal ones, but we mask it as a legal transaction and potion, if that makes sense. Those are our risks, and though you might be wise to walk out the door and not take the risk, I'm afraid you'll have little luck finding another to accept you into their group."

I blew out a breath, "I don't want to be a wanderer in your world and always hiding. One of my goals I haven't shared is setting up as a call girl, and making money that way, in the human world. To do that I need to stay in the same city, which I already know wouldn't work without being established in a group."

He smiled, "Very well then, the risk to us is obvious. But then so is the gain. I suspect being betrayed for our black-market potions is far more likely than you being caught out. I'm pointing several detection spells at you right now, and all I can feel is a half fae and half human woman."

I winked.

He said, "Anyway, we would expect you to fight with us, if we ever have need to escape and flee. Or, fight with us if one of the other outsider groups decides to kill us. The trick to that is you need to conceal your demon nature even in a fight. An earth witch on the council, or me for that matter, can read the history of something from the ground itself. If we kill an aggressively attacking outsider group, we'll get a pass, but not if the witch reviews what happened and sees you throwing around hellfire."

"I get that. I can disguise it with fae magic, though it will take practice. I also won't practice here, so if a witch ever reads this warehouse they won't find out."

He said, "Good, now on to what I can do for you and you for me. Witches and fae are very secretive about their magic. Especially on the higher levels of spell craft and enchantment. For you, a fae mound creation for instance."

I asked, "Fae mound?"

He nodded, "The mound is in a separate dimensional space. Normally every fae in a mound feeds it's magic, is connected to it, so you won't be able to create a large mound on your own. But you could create a small dimensional pocket attached to an object to store things in, and to recall them at will. Clothes, weapons, books, whatever you wanted really. That's just the start.

"Point being, the black market isn't just potions. I have a library of spell books, fae, witch, old lore and magics. The outsiders and bottom of the supernatural world trade lore for lots of money, and I've accumulated quite a lot of it over the last thirty years. Every time a tomb of knowledge passed through my hands I've made a copy of it.

"So in short, that's what I can do for you, if you agree to stay. Some of those books go for thousands of dollars, and they're quite valuable. They'll answer all your questions, allow you to explore your fae magic to the limits of your ability, and master your demon magic as well. So I also wondered if you'd be willing to make a trade for access to that knowledge."

I smirked at his surge of lust, "A deal?" I asked coquettishly. Even as I felt a thrill at the idea of having access to all of that black-market knowledge to develop my magic.

He shook his head, "You're a dangerous woman, Lexi," and I batted my eyes at him which made him laugh before he continued. "Yes, I... understand the limitations of your kind and your magic. You staying here, joining our group, for mutual protection and help will be separate from my magical library. I can even help you get set up as a call-girl, as you help maintain our home, our time at the fight club, and we protect each other."

I shook my head, "Get to the point?"

He blushed, and bit his lip, "Well, I understand sex couldn't be a part of that base deal, of you joining our group, and I have to say I'm more than turned on by the idea of being with a succubus. I was thinking I'd give you an hour in my library for the low price of you sucking me off?"

My magic actually thought that was a good deal, if I'd understood it correctly. The library that held the keys to my power and growth would be separate, so he could blow loads down my throat, but otherwise we'd have each other's backs and support each other's activities as a matter of course.

I giggled, "I see. He did say you were... unique. Why aren't you afraid of me, or thinking I'm evil?"

He nodded, "Some of the books I have... the council would burn them. The whole thing is a lie, though power can corrupt any of us, of any race, half-demons are no more born evil than Nephilim inherit the goodness of their angelic parent. We're all mortal, and we earn heaven or hell during the course of our lives. I imagine the lie is there to... suppress the competition. The half-demon race are the only ones with power to threaten the Nephilim. You already know they rule with an iron fist.

"In addition to that I'm also willing to take the risk of our association for the benefits. If you were only half demon and not fae, I wouldn't risk it. But since you can hide your true nature, that makes it slightly less dangerous."

I sighed, "Alright, so for every hour I spend in the library I have to suck you off?"

He nodded.

I said, "That seems fair, but it limits my studies."

He laughed, and asked teasingly, "Are you questioning my virility?"

I blushed, "Of course not. I'd pursue my call-girl career at night, and I'd work around the fight nights?"

He nodded, "Once a week, on Wednesday, which I imagine would be slow night for you anyway in that way."

I smiled, "So that's my nights, other than that and just being here if a fight came to our door, that leaves me a lot of spare time. To study enchantment, brewing, spells, and practicing perfecting my magic. I'm intelligent, and I've always devoured knowledge during my schooling. I could imagine myself spending three hours a day in the mornings on that, and then practicing my practical skills in the afternoons, since I have no other duties outside of being here and getting to know you."

He grinned, "Three, not a problem. I think I can get behind the idea of feeling those pouty lips pleasuring my cock after every meal."

I laughed, and said breathily, "Alright, but if you pass on it, I still get the hour. I'll also be feeding from you only once a day, I can suppress it the other two times."

He shrugged, "I'll agree to that, because I really don't see that happening. You're a remarkably sensual woman, far past your remarkable beauty and stunning body."

I blushed, not only from his words, but from his lustful and excited emotions, "Thanks."

He grinned, "Should we make it official, it is right after breakfast, and I could show you to the library afterward?"

I nodded, and I licked my lips subconsciously as I got up and rounded the desk, only to sink to my knees between his legs. I winked sexily when his hand caressed my hair and he let out a little sigh as I stared into his eyes hungrily while opening his jeans and fishing him out.

I smiled wider, as I saw what he'd been packing. His body may have been tall and wiry, but his cock was hung. A little bigger than Ryan's, so no longer the largest I'd ever seen in person. Nathaniel's cock was at least a half inch longer, and also thicker around. It was a damned bat, and I felt my mouth water as I stroked him teasingly, before taking him into my hot and greedy mouth.

As usual, my body and soul were flooded with both lust and a strange contentment, as if I'd found my true place and home in this world. On my knees, sucking cock, and I let out a delighted moan of approval tinged with pleasure as I took him into my mouth for the first time.

The look of wonder and pleasure on his face as he looked down into my eyes was so intense, as I worked him slowly and playfully. In no hurry at all to end it, because as always, my partner's pleasure was my pleasure. The delicious radiating and building euphoria flushed my body with heat, and I lost myself in a wanton transcendence in the slow build-up toward ecstasy that was echoed in my own body.

I'd have done my best anyway, he'd earned it with his offer of priceless knowledge that would enable me to reach my full potential in magic, from the large to the subtle. But really, the pleasurable feedback was additional incentive to always do my best, to never skimp on my skills and giving as much pleasure as I could. Because as I already said, his pleasure was my pleasure.

My moans and efforts grew slowly more wanton, and more than once I took him deep in my throat and hummed around him as I swallowed. I let out sexy moans and lost myself in the drowning pleasure of it. I'd sucked so much dick, but that really didn't matter. As always, it was as thrilling and satisfying as the first time. It was what I did, what I was, and my body, mind, desires... my very nature as a being was to give as much pleasure as I could with my body, to anyone that had earned it.

"Goddess, Lexi. It's even better than I'd imagined."

I winked playfully even as I moaned deeply in agreement. I sped up slowly, ramped up the pleasure, and then held him on the edge for almost thirty minutes, just because I was enjoying his huge cock in my mouth so much. Sliding through my wet lips and across my slick hot tongue, sending tingles of naughty pleasure through my body, even as the deeper pleasures of his experience electrified and thrilled me.

Inevitably, he exploded into me, and I creamed my panties as usual, and swallowed, sucked, and jacked his base rhythmically to extend his pleasure and mine. Hell, his cock was big enough to jack with both hands, giving a powerfully milking sensation to him with gently opposing twists, while still leaving enough room for me to wrap my lips around his ridge and suck hard as he filled me with his delicious cum.

I moaned softly as I gently suckled him a moment longer, and I looked up at him with dreamy contentment as I cleaned his cock with lavish licks of my tongue, and I packed it away. All while he looked at me with awe in his eyes. Fuck, that never got old, that look in their eyes, and the deep satiated contentment and after bliss running through both of us.

He tilted his head, "You felt my pleasure?"

I nodded, "I did, and your cock is... wonderful. If you get tired of the blowjobs, I'll so let you fuck me with that monster for two hours in the library. Pussy or ass."

He laughed, "We'll see. You're a delight."

"A slutty delight?"

He shook his head, but then hesitated and then nodded, "That too, but no, your... sense of presence. How anyone could meet you and think you evil is beyond my understanding. You are... a goddess, and a sweet one at that."

"I have steel, when it comes to the council."

He nodded soberly, "I'm sorry for your loss. But it still holds true, you have integrity, and unless threatened or pushed you are delightful company. Better than most, that way, from what I can tell."

He took me to the library.

Days passed in the present real world, as a year passed in the memories. They were stuck watching it all, as I sucked off Nathaniel three times a day, and at least two days a week he only got one blowjob, as he either took my pussy or ass hard with his cock for the other two hours. What they didn't see was my studying. Mastering potion making, mastering my fae enchanting ability, mastering my hellfire, and learning fae nature spells.

What they didn't see was me making a mound, with supplies, weapons, clothes, and even emergency rations. It was a very small mound, about the size of a walk-in closet, and bound to a diamond that had been inserted into my body, my wrist. The magic it cost me was less than how much I recovered, and it was still active, because the diamond could hold weeks of magic without being fed while I'd been out. It was also further enchanted to hide the magic, and they hadn't found it.