Jezebel flopped onto the sweat-soaked sheets and groaned in frustration: nothing was working. Not the old familiar toys or the brand new, expert-recommended models. She’d been at it for hours, trying every combination she could think of, but nothing had helped. Sure, it was fun -a lot of fun- and she’d finished herself off plenty of times -more than plenty- but still the hunger persisted. The insatiable, sexual appetite that had been plaguing her since her transformation.

“Fucking succubus blood,” She muttered.

She hadn’t been frigid before. Sex just wasn’t one of her top priorities, much to her mother’s despair. And a few rounds with her favorite vibe was usually enough to keep her happy. But then her ‘second puberty’ hit; now sex was just as much of a need for her as hunger, thirst and cheesy romance novels. Her body had twisted, going from pretty and petite into a complete bombshell build; full, perky breasts that spilt out of her hands and an arse to match. She didn’t mind those bits. Hell, she kind of liked the new “sexy librarian” feel. And her metabolism saved her the cost of a gym membership.

But this sex thing was really starting to piss her off.

Jezebel sighed and ran a hand through the messy remains of her bob of white hair, her fingers brushing against the base of her two black horns. She scooped up some casual clothing from the floor with her spade-tipped tail. She slipped off the bed, grumbling as a few of her recently acquired silicone toys clattered onto the carpet. Her room was going to stink of sex for days. Probably longer if she didn’t figure out a way to satisfy herself. Nadia, her roommate -Apartment-mate, technically, but that was a mouthful— would be back soon, and the last thing she wanted was for her frustration to force her into jumping the werewolf again. She could almost imagine it too; her pinning Nadia against the wall, watching the panicked arousal grow in her eyes as she-

Jezebel screamed into her shirt. She needed a shower. A cold, cold shower.

After some shrieking and shivering in the icy water -and the frustrating realization that she still hadn’t had time to buy a bra that fit her- Jezebel lay on the couch in her shorts and jazz-themed t-shirt. And desperately trying not to think about the persistent warm throbbing in and below her stomach. Which meant she was spending a lot of time staring intently at the cream walls and ceiling, or Nadia’s many posters, or the collection of knick-knacks mixed in with potted succulents…

She groaned, covering her red face with her hands. Well, redder; being a demon, her skin was a vibrant shade of cherry to start with. She had just had the freaking shower. She wasn’t even thinking about anything sexy! And yet her body was screaming at her, begging her to vent somehow. The black leather couch kept squeaking as she squirmed. Her mother hadn’t done a great job explaining the transformation. Honestly, she’d just given up when Jezebel had been a late bloomer both times. Still, it was rapidly becoming apparent that it wasn’t just a heightened libido. The only time she’d felt any relief was immediately after… well, she was glad Nadia was the forgiving type. Jezebel still felt guilty about it.

Mostly, she was guilty about how much she had enjoyed it.

The front door buzzed, clicked and then swung open loudly.

“Hey, Jez, I’m back!” Nadia called. Jez called back, turning her head just enough to watch the tall werewolf make her way into the common room. There was a kind of bounciness to Nadia; she moved with a sort of hyperactive, gleeful confidence. It helped that she was always smiling and showing off her fangs. Nadia was in her running outfit, which meant a whole lot of her dark amber skin was exposed. What little spandex there was clung to subtle curves and toned muscles. Jezebel swallowed and tried not to lick her lips as she watched a few beads of sweat run down her roommate’s abs. Even the dark brown curls on Nadia’s head seemed soaked. The only thing missing from her ensemble was the usual bright, colorful makeup.

“Good run?” Jezebel asked.

“Pretty good! It started to drizzle a little about halfway, so now my hair is going to be super frizzy. Still, it’s whatever,” Nadia hummed, bobbing lightly on her toes as she poured a glass of water, “Oh, and I bumped into that other demon guy while I was out there. Rachel? Ramiel?”

“Raphael?”

“That’s it! Dude is super creepy. Like, he’s always chatting someone up. And I swear he has to have a couple of socks stuffed into those leather pants of his or something.”

“I think that’s all-natural…”

“No way!”

“You saw what happened to me, remember?” Jezebel said, trying not to remember licking up Nadia’s stomach or the thrill of being in total control of her. Her thighs rubbed together, regardless.

“That’s true, I guess… man, I do not envy anyone he tries to get with, then. If it’s real, that thing must be a monster,” -She paused to chug from her glass, tipping her head back and letting Jezebel get a good look at the collar she was wearing. The same one she’d been wearing when…-“Hey, are you okay? You look… redder than usual.”

“I…” Jezebel groaned, “No, no, I’m not. I’m starving.”

“I thought we had some of that chicken in the fridge?”

“Not that kind of hungry.”

“Huh? Oh. Oh,” Nadia’s cheeks flushed bright red, “Can’t you just, um…”

“It doesn’t work. It takes the edge off, but beyond that…”

“Have you tried some toys?”

“Yes. All of them.”

“Even the-”

“Yes, even the horse one!” Jezebel buried her face in a cushion.

“Wow. This demon thing is really hard, huh?”

“Ugh… it’s easier when you’re my mom and can just pluck some teenager off the street for a quick blowjob.”

“And what’s stopping you from doing that?”

Jezebel glared up at her.

“Okay, okay! Sorry! It’s not like I know how to handle this stuff.”

“Don’t you have any weird things to deal with? Heat cycles or whatever?”

“Like, a week in the spring. But my favorite vibe usually handles that pretty well. I can’t imagine feeling like that all the time.”

“Neither could I, but here I am.”

“Aw, Jez, hun…” Nadia ruffled Jezebel’s hair, “You’ll figure something out. Besides, it’s college; not like you’re gonna run out of volunteers or anything.”

“I wouldn’t even know where to- ah, never mind.”

Nadia laughed, “With that new body? Half the guys you meet will say ‘yes’ before you even open your mouth.”

“Half the girls too,” Jezebel smirked.

“Sh-shut up! You hypnotized me!”

“It can’t make you do anything you don’t want to,” She added a little sing-song to the last word.

“Shut up!” Nadia whined.

“What’s the matter? Not feeling like a good girl anymore?”

“Jez!”

“Okay, okay! I’ll stop,” Jezebel said, still smiling, “Unless you don’t want me to…”

“I have practice later! You know that.” Nadia crossed her arms and pouted, “As much as I want to help, being drained like that again is really going to make things hard.”

“I know, I know… Ugh,” -She buried her face back into the cushion- “It’s really, really hard to concentrate on anything. I can’t even go into the library anymore without wanting to pounce on the receptionist.”

“I mean, same. He’s super cute.”

“Not helping, Nadia.”

“Maybe you could, like, ask to see some of the magical books and get him all riled up with some suggestions?”

“I am not going to seduce him!”

“Why not? It’s pretty clear what you’re craving at the moment.”

“I…” She bit her lip, “It’s in public! A-and he’s working!”

“Okay, so, no to the cute librarian. But you got to do something, or you’ll go full-on horror movie, right?”

Jezebel nodded.

“Well… maybe have a little fling or something?” Nadia shrugged, “Like I said, it’s not like you’re gonna have trouble finding anyone to bang around here.”

“I don’t even know where to start looking…”

“You know they have websites for that.”

“That’s still public!”

“You’re a succubus, Jez. No one is going to think less of you for wanting to get nasty sometimes.”

“I really don’t think this is a ‘sometimes’ kind of thing. If I don’t get a handle on it, I’ll…”

“End up like your mom?”

“End up like my mom…” Jezebel sighed, flopping onto her back and staring up at the ceiling.

“She seems pretty nice, though. Happy too.” Nadia said, sitting on the armrest.

“She also thinks I should drop out of college and become a professional fleshlight. Unlike her, I actually want to do something with my brain and not my boobs.”

“Does she know you’ve, um… what did you call it? Your second?”

“No, I haven’t told her. Not even sure I want to. She’d probably try to take me on a ‘night out on the town’ or something. The last thing I need is her parading me round like some trophy…”

“Hmm…” Even when sat down, Nadia was bouncing and continuously fidgeting, “Maybe you could just have a couple of casual hook-ups? Like, show up to a party and pull some lucky guy or girl into a broom closet?”

“No to the broom closet,” Jezebel said, “But… I guess it’s better than doing nothing. No one will know, right?”

“Not unless you get caught.”

“That’s not very reassuring…”

“Jez, hun, no one is going to be looking for you. They’ll be too busy trying to get laid themselves,” -She snapped her fingers- “Ooh! I think Gordon is having a pool party this afternoon! You know, that satyr who’s always wearing the cravat?”

“You mean the rich dork?”

“Yep! He’s always throwing parties at his house -it’s huge! I bet if you drag someone off in there, no one would ever find you. Plus…” Nadia was grinning now, her little fangs entirely on display, “Everyone will be in their swimsuits. Makes picking from the menu a lot easier, huh? Add a little alcohol, and no one will notice or care if someone goes missing for an hour or so.”

“You make me sound like a serial killer.”

“Hey, you’re the one who wanted to keep things all quiet and stealthy.”

“How do you even know he’s having this party?”

“He posts them everywhere. I just never turn up because practice always gets in the way, and I never tell you because… well, you’ve never been interested before!”

Jezebel hugged the cushion to her chest and bit her lip. A pool party, huh? Well, it definitely solved the sex problem. A quickie -or two, or three, or four, or…- in a mansion would probably keep her in check. For a while, at least. And if Gordon held them often enough, she could just keep turning up and preying on people there. Her reputation would help too; no one would ever believe shy little Jezebel was a party-slut. She squirmed in place, her cunt throbbing a little as a hundred different fantasies started creeping into her mind. It was… very appealing. There was one downside, though. Namely, that she’d never been interested in parties for a very, very good reason…

But right now, horniness would just have to trump shyness.

“I might have to borrow one of your swimsuits, though…” Jezebel finally said, “My old one isn’t going to fit.”

“Do you really need one for what you’re going there for?” Nadia laughed as the cushion smacked her in the face.

“I’m serious!”

“So am I.”

“I can’t just drop into someone else’s pool naked! That defeats the whole point of the… of the incognito thing!”

“The goblins do it all the time.”

“They’re goblins! Everyone knows they only go to those things to-”

“Get laid?” Nadia said with a cheeky smile.

“… Oh no. I’m as bad as them now,” Jezebel buried her head in her hands.

“I was just joking, hun. Although, I doubt anyone would really bat an eye at a succubus turning up naked…”

“Are you going to lend me a swimsuit or not?”

“Jez, I don’t think anything I have will fit you either. Especially not with…” Nadia mimed at her chest.

“You’re still bigger than I used to be. And they’re not that big,” Jezebel said, knowing full well they were that big. Her back especially knew. “Please? It’ll only be for a day at most.”

“Fine,” Nadia playfully dragged the syllable out, “But you’ll owe me one.”

“I’m sure I already owe you several.”

“Yep! I’m saving them all up in case I need something huge.”

“Can’t I just pay them back by being your good girl for a night?” Jezebel laughed as Nadia spluttered and shoved her.

xxxxx

The swimsuit was definitely too small for her. Nadia’s extra height and breadth meant it wasn’t a total disaster, but Jezebel still felt like she was severely underdressed. Or like she should be spinning on a pole somewhere. She was acutely aware of the thong-like bottoms digging into her sides, and of the way she jiggled in the white and black cups with every step.

Hence why Jezebel had wrapped a large coat around herself.

The house was a large Grecco-roman inspired villa, the kind of place that probably used the term “wings” to describe the east and west sides. At least four floors, all of which had enormous windows in rows along the bright cream walls. Even the approach screamed “more money than you know what to do with.” A gravel path lined by silver birch trees, interspersed with the occasional faux-classical statue, wound its way up to an enormous fountain. Expensive cars under tiled awnings flanked the front courtyard, and Jezebel was suddenly very grateful she’d taken a taxi. Trying to find a place to park around here would be both useless and humiliating.

She knocked on the door -solid mahogany by the look of it. She waited, suddenly very interested in the plant life, or the make of cars, or, well, anything except what might wait for her on the other side. A few seconds later and Jezebel was face-to-face with a tall man made of red glass. No, not glass; slime. A translucent slime perfectly formed into a handsome, somewhat androgynous young man, save for the slightly melted looking cone from the hips down. He was naked, but his anatomy was like that of a doll which seemed to make it somewhat more appropriate.

“Hey, I know you,” He said, “You’re Nadia’s roommate. Jezebel, right?”

“Y-yeah! That’s me,” She replied, trying not to ogle at the very well defined muscles he’d molded, “I don’t think we’ve met before?”

“Ah, no. I’ve just seen you hanging around with Nadia before. I’m Aaron, from the martial arts club.”

“That’s a very normal name.”

“Yeah, my folks weren’t that creative,” He chuckled, “You here for the party?”

“Oh! Um, yes,” She said, fumbling a little as she opened up the coat. Aaron’s ‘eyebrow’ shot up noticeably. She half expected him to whistle.

“Well, you’re definitely dressed for it. Come in, I’ll get that coat on a rack somewhere.”

She smiled at him as best she could and padded into the front room. If the outside of the house was Grecian chic, the inside was a modern showroom. A lot of metal and glass furniture in funky shapes, topped with priceless-looking vases and photographs of people who weren’t family but were probably very important. Business partners and the like. Jezebel slipped off her shoes and hesitated at the first signs of life. That was a lot of noise, which probably meant a lot of people. She really, really hoped Nadia was right about no one going to look for her.

It took her all of a minute to find her way through into a large, black-tiled kitchen. A few people lingered around the basalt countertops, chatting away and almost completely ignoring her existence as they sipped from glass bottles and aluminium cans. Quite the variety of people too; a couple of elves of all shades mingling with a handful of satyrs. A chameleon girl in a sundress clung to the ceiling, occasionally dropping her tongue down to snatch up some peanuts from a large bowl. The centrepiece was the back wall; floor to ceiling glass, with a sliding door leading out to the back, that gave her a perfect view of outside before she’d even stepped through.

Oh. Oh dear. That was a lot of skin on display.

She’d known, of course. It was a pool-party for goodness’ sake! But there was a very definite difference between knowing there was going to be dozens of near-naked people and actually seeing them in the flesh. The smooth, glisteningly wet flesh. Even before her transformation, she would have been blushing. Now… now she felt like she was going to start salivating at any moment.

The pool was enormous, the kind of thing you expect to find at a leisure center and not a private residence. The yard around it was even bigger, with bright green grass and bordered by a dry-stone wall. Beds of colorful flowers blossomed under the boughs of several trees -oak, cherry, and yew if she had to guess- dotted around the greenery. A large stone patio, crammed with deck-chairs, grills and even a very full hot-tub stretched out and around the kidney-shaped pool in an almost organic fashion.

And everywhere was full of people. A few harpies giggled from the atop the roof and branches, occasionally swooping down to swipe some sucker’s food. Teams of goblins -surprisingly in bikinis- saddled themselves atop burly boys in the pool, laughing as they tried to push one another off. A naga lounged along the side, basking in the sun’s rays beside other cold-bloods who seemed in awe of his defined muscles and lengthy tail. Jezebel flinched as a blue-skinned oni cannonballed into the deep end, making dozens of newly soaked party-goers shriek. A heady mix of charred meat and chlorine filled the air, and the noise of dozens of conversations overlapping was both distracting and smothering at the same time.

And Jezebel had absolutely no idea what to do next.

“This your first time at a party like this?” Aaron said, making her jump a little.

“Is it that obvious?” She said after catching her breath.

“Blatantly.”

“Nadia thought that I could… That I could expand my comfort zone a little.”

“Well, that swimsuit certainly seems to be well out of it. Not that it doesn’t look good, or anything! It just seems like it’s not your usual thing.”

“First time for everything, I guess,” Jezebel tried to laugh it off, “I’m not even sure where to start.”

“Well, it depends on why you’re here. If you’re looking for drinks, that’s back in the kitchen. If you’re looking to chat, then…” -Aaron spread his arms out wide- “Just got to start things off. But if you’re just here to swim, your best bet is to dive on in. My advice? Try not to overdo anything just yet. Gordon’s not a great host, but his parties always get way more interesting the later they go.”

She was pretty sure he winked at her. It was hard to tell when everything that moved was shiny and translucent. Jezebel smiled back at him, watching him squelch off back into the house. She let out a sigh and looked around. No one else was coming up to talk; Aaron was probably the only one who recognized her. Being an introvert paid off there, at least. Just another face in the crowd.

Just another face in the crowd, she repeated in her head. That was… exciting. Liberating, even. If no one knew her, no one would judge her. She could do anything she wanted. Especially snag herself a couple of meals. Lovers, she corrected herself. The hunger was starting to move to the forefront of her mind again. What was it Aaron had said? Just dive on in? Well… She smirked, giving herself a little run-up before leaping into the pool.

It was warm. It tasted foul. But it was nice to just float freely for a few seconds. To relax in the muted sounds of the water. A gulp of fresh, clean air as Jezebel surfaced, and a quick shake of her now dripping hair. She opened her eyes, floating in place for a few seconds as she got her new bearings, and she was suddenly very aware of how many people were staring at her. At least half the party. She checked to make sure her top was still on and breathed a subtle sigh of relief when she found it miraculously still in place. Which didn’t explain why they were all-

Oh, right. She’d just done the sexy reveal thing, hadn’t she?

Well, at least she knew she could get people’s attention. She could have sworn there were a few whispers as she idly floated to the side, leaning back a little to let them all have a look at her new body. Jezebel tried to play it as casually as she could. A faint slapping sound to one side made her turn her head to see a very annoyed looking human girl walk away from an elf boy with a large, red hand-print on his face. That almost got a laugh out of her.

Thankfully, it did get a laugh out of a few others, and suddenly everything was back to the way it had been before she’d dived in. Well, mostly. A few of the boys and girls continued to unsubtly glance down at her, one or two mouthing to each other and pointing. Jezebel could feel her cheeks begin to burn; it was much more attention than she was used to. It was utterly terrifying, but… also very, very nice. The same sadistic side of her that her transformation had awoken was apparently an exhibitionist and a shameless flirt. So much so that she decided to pull herself out of the pool very slowly, letting everyone get a good, long look at her body as the water dripped off it. At least two jaws dropped, another handful swallowed, and one girl suddenly rushed off to be somewhere private.

It was absolutely exhilarating.

At least, until she felt a sharp pain across her arse.

Jezebel yelped, her hands leaping over to the stinging skin as she turned on the spot. A couple of green-skinned orcs were guffawing behind her, high-flying one another while one -presumably, the one who had smacked her- winked. She could feel her cheeks burn with outright embarrassment.

She yelped again as the orcs went barrelling into the pool, spraying her and everyone in the vicinity.

“Arseholes,” A voice growled beside her, “You alright?”

“Y-yeah…” Jezebel said, turning to face them. She stopped herself squeaking; her savior was an Amazonian woman with skin like beaten bronze. Two cat ears atop her head, with vicious claws tipping her fingers. The lion-like fur on her hands moved up to her elbows, her shins sharing the same elegant furriness. Her tail was flicking irritably. Jezebel had never met a sphinx before, but she hoped they were all this… well-built. Sharp features, strong limbs… she could swear she could see the woman’s abs move under the blue one-piece swimsuit. Jezebel almost wished she’d been the one to get punched.

“What the fuck, Bellanca?!” One of the orcs said as he climbed out of the pool. He shook himself off like a dog, eliciting disgusted cries from people nearby, and glared at the sphinx. They were almost the same height, meaning they both towered over Jezebel.

“Girls protect girls,” Bellanca said, “Especially from perverts like you.”

“What, I’m not allowed to show a little appreciation?”

“Appreciation? You fucking smacked her ass!”

“And I’m going to kick yours if you don’t push off, kitty!” The other orcs had made it out of the pool, snorting and snarling as they advanced behind their leader. Bellanca bared her fangs and flexed her fingers. The conversation seemed to die out all around the party in the few seconds it took for things to become a stand-off. And it was getting worse. Already, a small group had gathered: a tiny girl made of lean muscle with features that could either be dog or lizard, a couple of harpies fluttering down from their roosts and squawking loudly, and a few humans bearing pointed fangs that hinted at some form of were-creature. Jezebel swallowed, shrinking away from the growling masses. So much for subtle…

Both groups turned as a clicking sound made its way towards them. Two boys were making their way towards them: a red-skinned oni that looked as if he could bench-press Jezebel with one hand and a very smiley satyr. While the big guy was in tiny -and wonderfully tight- briefs the latter was in a pair of khaki shorts, an open shirt and most notably a purple silk cravat. Gordon, no doubt. He certainly walked as if he owned the place. And walk he did, right up to her; his little hoofed feet clacking on the stones.

“Ladies, gents… is there a problem here?” Gordon asked.

“These assholes have been harassing us all day!” Bellanca said.

“Come on, it’s just a bit of fun!” The head orc snapped.

“Hey, hey, hey!” Gordon said, “Eoin, man… I like you. I really do. But this isn’t the first time you’ve started something. Not the first time I’ve had to talk to you at one of my gigs, you know? This must be number… number… Bato?”

“Five,” The big red oni said. Bato’s hair was wild, curly and black, like a mane framing a dour face. A pair of horns erupted from his head, and several tusk-like teeth jutted from his top and bottom lips.

“Five! So, you know I’ve been lenient so far. Real lenient. And it’s nothing personal. But, if you’re gonna keep causing this kind of ruckus…” Gordon shrugged, gesturing to the rest of the party-goers. “I’m going to have to ask you to leave. Capiche?”

The orcs somehow managed to grumble and chuckle at once.

“Dude, you’re not seriously going to kick us out over some bitches, right?” Eoin said.

“Oh, I won’t. But my man here…”

Bato cracked his knuckles.

“Well, you’ve seen how much he can bench, I’m sure. And that’s before these lovely ladies start volunteering.”

Eoin snarled, baring his tusks. Finally, he grunted, waving the rest of his green-skinned friends out of the pool and back through to the kitchen. Mere moments after the hum of conversation resumed. Jezebel breathed a sigh of relief.

“I am so, so sorry you had to go through that,” Gordon sighed, turning to face her, “Is there anything I can get you? A drink, maybe a complimentary back-rub or something? I know a guy whose hands are like magic.”

“He is magic,” Bato said.

“No, but thanks anyway,” Jezebel said.

“You know…” Gordon said, sliding his sunglasses down, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you at one of my little soirees before.”

“I’ve never had the time,” she said. She placed her hands on her hips and hoped it made her look more confident, “You must be Gordon.”

“Ah, my reputation has preceded me!”

“It is quite a reputation.”

“Impressive enough to draw someone as stunning as you out of hiding, I see,” He sidled up to her and, before she could object, slipped a hand around her waist. Her skin crawled just a little, “Would you like the guided tour? Maybe a few introductions, miss…?”

“Amanda.” Well, if she was going to be incognito, she might as well go the whole way.

“Amanda…” He said, nodding slightly, “I love it. Well, if the rest of you ladies don’t mind, I’d like to introduce Amanda here to some people. I promise I’ll bring her back in one piece.”

“Ha. Ha.” Bellanca said dryly, “She doesn’t have to go anywhere.”

“It’s fine…!” Jezebel said, “Really, I like meeting new people.”

“As long as she’s with Bato and me, I promise nothing will happen to her,” Gordon said. Bato just stood there.

“Hmph…” Bellanca said, “Alright, but if he starts trying to talk you into anything…”

“I would never!” Gordon said with mock outrage.

“I’ll be fine,” Jezebel said, gently prying Gordon’s hand off her hip. He got the hint pretty quickly. The group of girls dispersed slightly, leaving Jezebel to feel like she missed an opportunity. But if Gordon was leading her to new people… well, maybe she could find someone suitable there. She already wanted to see if she could break through Bato’s stoic expression. What would he look like whimpering beneath her…? She shook the thoughts out of her head. One step at a time, Jez.

Gordon led her around the pool to a small, shaded area under a large oak tree. At on two deck-chairs were a pair of guys. Both pure, un-affected humans by the looks of it. That was a hell of a rarity nowadays. They both hopped off their seats, grinning and shouting helloes to Gordon and Bato.

“Amanda, this is Liam,” Gordon said, gesturing to the fair-haired white guy. He nodded at her, and she gave him a little wave. He was at least polite enough to not immediately look down at her chest.

“This is Tyler,” Gordon continued pointing to the other human. Tyler was a very smiley person by the looks of it, offering her his hand to shake. His grip was firm. Very firm. And he clearly worked out religiously; everything rippled under his deep brown skin.

“And you’ve already met Bato,” Gordon finished, gesturing up and behind Jezebel. She turned, peering up at the monstrously tall man.

“Hello,” She half-whimpered.

“Hey,” Bato grunted back.

“I don’t think I’ve seen you around here before,” Liam said.

“This isn’t normally my thing,” Jezebel said, “But I heard that these parties could get… interesting.”

“That’s one way to put it,” Tyler chuckled.

“A bit of a thrill-seeker, huh?” Gordon asked, “Looking for a little… entertainment? A good time, maybe?”

“That depends on what kind of a good time you’re offering,” Jezebel said, trying to be coy. And probably failing.

“Well… normally the fun stuff doesn’t start happening until after dark. But for you…” Gordon noticeably looked her up and down, a smirk crossing his face, “I reckon we could give you a little demonstration. In private, of course.”

Bato snorted behind her.

“We? As in, all of you?” Jezebel asked.

“If it makes you more… comfortable.”

She looked around the group; not one of them seemed to object. Tyler and Liam even grinned at one another. Jezebel felt like she might be biting off more than she could chew. Or swallow. But… she did come to this party for a reason. And four reasons were handing themselves to her on a silver platter. They weren’t really her type. Not to say they weren’t handsome; Liam had supermodel looks, and Tyler had an incredibly dangerous, heart-melting smile. Even big Bato had an appealing sort of savagery to him. The word “ravish” came to mind. She looked up at him and bit her lip, before turning back to Gordon. Even through the chlorine, she could smell them. Not just smell, almost… feel their presence. Their warmth. She was getting light-headed just being beside them, all the blood rushing through her as her heart pounded in her chest. Her libido was screaming at her, her hunger gnawing away at her sensibilities.

Strangers? Check. Casual? Check. Plenty to ‘eat’? Check, check, check.

“And where would we go for this demonstration?” Jezebel asked.

xxxxx

The bedroom they took her to was on the second floor, the large windows overlooking the pool and yard obscured by long curtains. It was neat and tidy like it belonged in a showroom. A king-sized bed taking up most of the far wall, and a door leading to what Jezebel assumed was an ensuite bathroom. The same modern feel as the rest of the house, with an extra little bit of hotel chic. Someone closed the door behind her as she padded across the carpet and she shivered.

“Cold?” Liam asked.

“Oh, no. Just… excited,” She replied, “Is this a guest room?”

“One of many,” Gordon said, “But at my parties, guests tend not to stay more than an hour or so. If you catch my drift.”

“An hour? That’s quite the high bar you’re setting.”

“Ouch,” Tyler said.

“No worries, it’s cool.” Gordon sidled up alongside her, wrapping an arm around her waist, “If she thinks she can keep all four of us satisfied in just an hour, then who am I to stop her from trying?”

“Man, I knew demons had appetites, but damn…” Liam shook his head, “Hey, Bato? Are oni girls like this too?”

Bato shrugged, “More hip breaking.”

“Now there’s a way to die,” Tyler chuckled.

“Gents, come on. A little respect for our lady friend here,” Gordon said, “We can’t go about comparing her until she’s shown us her stuff, right?”

“Dude…”

“What?”

“She’s not a hooker, man,” Liam said.

“I know, I wasn’t-”

“Guys,” Jezebel said firmly. She ran a finger down Gordon’s chest, her heart was pounding, and her head screaming at her. So much muscle, and so much skin… “Are we going to argue, or are we going to fuck?”

“Damn, I love a girl who knows what she wants,” Liam said, slipping a hand up her side. Jezebel whimpered as Tyler pressed up behind her, his half-hard cock pressing into her soft backside through their swimsuits. Every touch left little lines of fire on her skin, shivers going up and down her spine. Nevermind her demonic instincts, her natural libido was going wild! She ran her hands up Liam’s body, taking in a sharp breath.

“You boys are eager to share…” She said.

“Know what they say: more the merrier, right?” Tyler said in her ear.

Her giggle was cut off by Gordon as he pressed his lips to hers. He was a terrible kisser, but with everything else happening to her body, she still quivered beneath him. Liam’s hands found her breasts, squeezing the sensitive skin through her bikini top. She squeaked as the fabric fell away and felt a little flush of pride as the boys collectively inhaled. She ground back on Tyler, breaking apart from Gordon’s kiss with a low moan. It felt good to be wanted. Needed. Especially by so many. The way their warm bodies felt pressed against her made her cunt throb with anticipation. And then again with pleasure as someone dragged a finger along the sodden fabric of her bikini bottoms.

“Hey, Bato! You sure you don’t want in on this?” Gordon said.

“I’ll wait my turn,” Bato said.

“Man, you make it sound like a game or something…” Liam shook his head.

“It’s fine,” Jezebel chuckled, “I’m happy if he wants to watch. I’m not sure how well I could handle you three and that big slab of muscle.”

“Are we not big enough for you, then?” Tyler joked.

“No… I think you’re just right.” She slowly dropped to her knees, looking up at them with a mock sort of pleading as she squeezed her breasts between her elbows. It took all of half a second for them to start fumbling with their swimming trunks. She had to stop herself laughing at their enthusiasm; hook-ups were a lot more fun than she’d thought. She could get used to this, for sure. She hummed to herself, her tail gently swaying in the air behind her.

And then there was a dick. An actual, genuine penis bobbing just in front of her face. It was… different from her toys. She wasn’t sure if it smelled much better, but the sweat was surprisingly intoxicating. Gordon wasn’t huge, but he wasn’t small either. Most of him was hidden among the curly brown hair that covered his hips and thighs. Still, enough of his surprisingly human cock poked out to make her demonic instincts roar.

“Hey, you okay there, red?” Tyler said, “You look like you’re spacing out a bit.”

“Who knew my cock was a religious experience?” Gordon said.

“Dude, come on,” Liam sighed.

“It’s nothing, I just…” Jezebel began, trailing off as Liam and Tyler shed their briefs. She licked her lips; they were both about average, but whereas Liam had a little extra length, Tyler had him beaten on girth. Liam was mostly straight, and his pubic hair neatly kept and trimmed. Tyler curved upwards, with a full curly bush at the base. It was getting harder and harder to not throw herself at them. “I-I just…”

“Don’t tell me you’re all bark and no bite,” Tyler chuckled.

“Don’t talk about biting it,” Liam said.

“I dunno, if it’s gentle…”

“You’re weird, man.”

“Easy, lads,” Gordon said, “Shy girls always end up being the best. She probably just needs a little… prompting.”

And with that, he shoved her face-first into his crotch. It was warm. No, hot. Not quite scalding but close. And he was already dripping something sticky onto her cheek. Her stupor broke, and she slowly lapped up the underside, eyes continually flicking up to Gordon’s face to make sure she was doing it right. No complaints as she kissed and licked up and down the length, nor when she flicked her forked tongue over his head. Salty for sure, with a hint of bitter from his pre.

“Dude!” Liam said.

“What?”

“That isn’t what you should mean by ‘prompting.'”

“When did you start getting all uppity?”

“When you started being a dumb-ass.”

Jezebel rolled her eyes. She reached out and took hold of Tyler and Liam’s cocks, popping off Gordon’s with a little sigh. “I appreciate the thoughts, boys, but if you don’t mind… I’d really like to just suck some cock right now,” -She gave Liam and Tyler a long, slow stroke each- “Is that okay with you?”

“Woah. What happened to that shyness from before, huh?” Tyler asked.

“I told you, man. Shy girls are some of the best,” Gordon said.

She closed her eyes and tried not to blush as she stroked Tyler and Liam while her head bobbed further and further down Gordon. This was… kind of fun. Her thighs ground together with each small groan of pleasure that leaked out of the boys. Her boys. She giggled around Gordon’s shaft. Thumbs teasing tips as she reveled in the sharp hisses. This was nowhere near as scary as she’d been expecting; they were putty in her hands!

Were, until Gordon’s hands shot out and grabbed her by the horns and forced her lips further down his cock. With a muffled grunt, she yanked herself off him and gasped for air.

“Come on, man! I told you about that ‘alpha’ shit!” Tyler said.

“Fuck off, Tyler. I’m horny, and you bet your arse I’m going to- ow!” Gordon yelped as Jezebel smacked his thigh with her tail.

“You know…” Jezebel said, “If you wanted to fuck my face, all you had to do was ask me nicely.”

“Shit… okay. Do you want me to fuck your- ow!”

“Nicely.”

“Fucking… fine. Can I please fuck your face?”

“Hmm…” She looked up at him, pouting a little. It was so very, very tempting to say no. Leave the boy frustrated for being so rude to her. Honestly, she almost wanted to outright punish him.

But on the other hand, she couldn’t stay long enough to give him what he really deserved. And she was starving…

Jezebel opened her mouth, pushing her tongue out and making a little ‘ah!’ noise.

It was a compelling invitation. Gordon’s hands went back to her horns, making her squeak a little before his cock slid back down her throat. This time she could relax, and be thankful for her lack of gag reflex. A threatening tail wag kept his pace slow to start with, but soon he was full-on thrusting past her lips. It was weird, having her mouth be used like this. A little uncomfortable. But the noises he was making… She groaned around him, exaggerating just a little so she could hear that labored breathing. Those sharp gasps and barely held moans. Her hands left Tyler and Liam to steady herself on Gordon’s thighs. He was showing no mercy; fucking her face like it was a second pussy. His grunts were growing more and more desperate. She pressed her tongue against his underside, urging him further and further until…

With barely a grunt, Gordon came. She could feel his cock pulse in her mouth, a spurt of hot, thick fluid splattering onto down her throat. Jezebel pulled back, opening her mouth wide and letting him cum across her tongue and lips. She gave him a second or two to jerk out the last drop, feeling it drip down her cheeks and onto her chest. Her hand moved up to her mouth as she swallowed, wiping the last dregs of the salty, slightly bitter liquid.

It was… good. Really good. She lapped the droplets off her fingers hungrily. It was fucking amazing! She’d never tasted anything like it. She slowly dragged her fingers down her throat as she swallowed the last droplet, a little content sigh escaping her. The calm, logical part of her mind told her that her succubus biology was influencing the taste. A bias towards it. The rest of her mind promptly decided that it didn’t give a shit, it just wanted more. And not only because of the taste; for the first time, the hunger was dulled. The aching had died just a little. Enough to make her feel like a starving man at his first banquet. It wasn’t filling, but it was something. And it tasted simply fantastic.

No wonder her mother treated blowjobs like junk food.

“Real cum-slut, aren’t you?” Gordon said. He yelped as she smacked him again.

“Mhmm…” Jezebel said, “Now then… which of you two boys wants to go next?”

“Me.” Liam and Tyler said in unison. They looked at each other, back to her, and back to each other.

“Come on, man, you owe me,” Tyler said.

“I don’t owe you shit,” Liam replied.

Jezebel sat back on her heels, smiling to herself as the two bickered. Good to know how much they both wanted her. She watched the way their hard cocks bobbed about in the air as they moved. It was almost kind of funny, but mostly hot. She just wanted to reach out and grab them. To tease and gorge herself on those beautiful specimens. In fact… She licked her lips and lunged forward, grabbing both their cocks.

“Woah!” Liam said.

“What happened to ‘next’?” Tyler asked.

“I changed my mind. Watching you two fight over me was fun, but…” Jezebel smirked up at them as she slid her hands down, “Why don’t you both relax and let me enjoy myself, hmm?”

She squeezed their testicles to get her point across. The pair of them squeaked, looking at each other incredulously. But their cocks still twitched; they wanted more. What cute little toys for her to play with.

“Such good boys,” She said, before swallowing Tyler’s cock down to its hilt.

“Holy shit!” Tyler said.

“We picked a winner here, lads,” Gordon said, dropping onto the side of the bed, “Damn, need to rest up after that…”

“Hey, uh… a little late, but is this safe?” Tyler asked.

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Well, she is a succubus. Don’t they suck your souls out or some shi-shit!” He buckled as Jezebel gave his head a gentle little nibble. She giggled, pumping her hand along his slick shaft and taking Liam down her throat instead.

“Dude… fuck me, if she does, it’ll be totally worth it,” Liam groaned.

Jezebel felt a little flair of pride with every small hiss and moan her two boy-toys made as she sucked and slurped her way around their cocks. She purred as she lapped the pre from their tips, moaned as she dragged her tongue along the undersides. A little ball-play here, a slow stroke there. She could see their knees buckle and feel them tense under her fingertips. The spade-shaped tip of her tail worked its magic on her bikini bottoms; rubbing along her soaked slit while she gorged on the two quivering wrecks in front of her. Just a little longer. Or a lot longer, if she wanted to be really mean. It was just too easy to keep them hanging on.

Liam finished first; crying out as his cock pulsed in her hand and splattered drops of hot cum across her face and chest. Jezebel laughed, sticking her tongue out to catch a few of them before Tyler erupted on the other side of her face. He was quieter, and that was a little disappointing. She loved the noises. The two of them fell back and barely kept themselves standing, looking down at her with disbelief. She slowly lapped around her lips, scooping up droplets and greedily swallowing them. She was slower with her fingers, holding them above her mouth and letting cum drip onto her tongue before lapping it up. They were completely enraptured by her performance.

“Aw…” She cooed, “I hope that’s not all you boys have to offer me.”

“That’s why we have the big guy,” Gordon grinned.

“Huh?” She said, suddenly remembering she hadn’t been watching Bato at all.

A pair of strong hands grabbed her by her underarms, lifting her into the air. She squeaked as she felt weightless for a moment, free from his grip, and then the hands were on her thighs. Her head thudded against Bato’s shoulder. He was carrying her. Holding her up by her legs like a ragdoll. She could feel his heavy breath tickling her hair. She shuddered as his grip shifted. She’d never even imagined being held like this. It was… scary. Exhilarating. The best kind of anxious. She swallowed as she stared down at the twitching member hovering just below her soaked cunt. Red like its owner, and fat. Thick. And with a condom pulled over it. That was surprisingly considerate.

“Like what you see?” Bato grunted.

“Mhmm…” She purred, grinding her arse back on his torso, “So strong too…”

“All the better for breaking bitches like you.”

“Is that any way to talk to a girl?”

“Haven’t had a complaint yet. Especially not when I get started.”

“Ooh, a tough one. I’m going to have fun making you whimper.” Where the hell had this confidence come from? It was the same one that had come up the first time. Jezebel loved it.

“Look, you may have gotten those other three around your pinkie finger, but no one outmatches me. And if you don’t like it-” Bato was cut off by Jezebel wrapping her tail around his cock and balls.

“It’s so cute when you boys think you get to be in charge,” Jezebel said, her fingers digging into Bato’s hair as she craned her neck round to face him. The look of fear and arousal on his face was priceless, “I’ve been really horny lately. So, if you think you’re going to get away with a quick finish, you are sorely mistaken.”

“You don’t get to tell me how I-”

“Oh, I do. And what I’m telling you is that I do want you to -what was it you said? Oh yes. Break me. And I don’t want you to stop fucking me with that massive cock of yours until I’m a screaming, shaking mess. But if it looks like you’re starting to slow down, or that you’re about to finish before me…” She squeezed her tail’s grip tighter, “Do you understand?”

Bato swallowed and nodded.

“Good boy. Now… are you going to fuck me or not?”

His grip shifted, his hands under her knees and tugging her thighs up to her chest. Her heart was pounding away, her fingers digging deep into his shivering sides as he obediently pushed his hips upwards. A few false starts, before his cock-head pushed past her lips and-

“Fuck!” Jezebel cried out, her head flopping back against Bato’s chest. He felt so much bigger inside her. And more and more of him kept pushing in, stretching her past her limits into almost painful pleasure. Slow at first, driving every inch in and out of her in a single stroke. She groaned aloud, rolling her hips along his shaft. Fuck, yes. Exactly what she needed. There was no way any of her toys could ever replace this. His pace slowly quickened, the room filled with harsh slaps and their combined moaning. Every hiss of breath was a command for him to keep going. Her tail unfurled from his cock, the spade tip rubbing and grinding along her clit. The pleasure was mounting, faster and faster. She could feel him start to struggle, his rhythm faltering. She knew he wouldn’t stop, though; he was her fuck-toy, after all.

She was glad he was holding her thighs because her legs turned weak. Almost every breath was a moan or a cry for more. Even her tail was having trouble keeping up its rubbing. Her toes curled, and her eyes rolled, her face contorted with pure pleasure. Just a little more. Just a little more! Just a little- She screamed, drawing blood with her nails as her whole body shuddered. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. She hadn’t cum like that in fucking weeks. And she could feel another coming soon, Bato’s thrusting continuing even as she rode out the aftershocks.

Bato roared behind her, pulling her down and thrusting as deep as he could manage. She moaned as his cock pulsed, savouring each little gasp and grunt of his orgasm. Every little quiver was like a snack, slowly sating her burning hunger. She drank his pleasure, basked in his pure bliss. She ground her hips down on is, urging out just one more squeak. With a heavy thud, he collapsed against a wall, his cock sliding out of her as she found herself some steady footing. A quick check to make sure the condom hadn’t burst, and she towered over his exhausted frame. Poor thing was almost adorable when he was this docile.

“Holy shit…” Liam mouthed.

“Did she just down Bato?!” Tyler asked.

“Mmm…” Jezebel stroked her stomach; not ravenous, but… well, she could always go for seconds. Or thirds. Looking the remaining boys in the eyes, she ran her hands down her sweaty-slick skin. She could practically smell their fear. So sweet and delicious. “So… Gordon. About that hour, you promised?”

All three of the boys got a single gulp of panic before she pounced.

xxxxx

Jezebel stepped out of the shower, toweling herself off before walking across the room. She hummed to herself as she stepped over exhausted, sweaty bodies. A few of them moaned as she playfully pressed her heel into them. The poor boys would recover, with enough time and sleep. And they’d have some very fond memories of the party to boot. She stretched, her back clicking slightly as she let out a very contented sigh; the hunger was gone. At least, for now. In a few days, she’d probably have to gorge on someone else, and that worried her, but it was still nice to not be in full predator mode. Maybe she could actually focus on her studies.

Jezebel leant over Bato and retrieved her clothes, taking her time in donning the bikini and fixing her hair. From the sounds of things, the party was still in full swing despite evening approaching. Chances were nobody had heard anything coming from the room, which suited her just fine. Almost no one knew her here, and those who did undoubtedly wouldn’t believe shy little Jezebel had put four meatheads under her heel. Although she did wonder how long her sterling reputation would last. Ducking in and out of parties was theoretically fine, but practice never seemed to work out that way. The four half-asleep boys on the carpet were pretty clear evidence of that.

She tiptoed out of the room, double-checking to make sure there weren’t any stray drops of bodily fluids she had missed. The door creaked a little as she closed it behind her, but she couldn’t see anyone. A clean getaway, if she could remember the way back to the front hall.

So naturally, it took her five minutes longer than it should have. Who designed the hallways in this place…?

She smiled at a few strangers near the entrance hall, trying to ignore the burning stares all around her. Did she miss something? They must know, right? Why else would they be staring at her? Well, she was kind of… hot, she guessed. Yeah, that was it. Nothing to do with the passed out host. A short rummage around in an armoire and she found her coat and quickly donned it. Almost out. Almost…

“Hey, Jezebel!” Aaron called to her, making her jump a little.

“H-hey, Aaron,” She said, trying to smile at the slime-boy.

“Are you leaving already?”

“Oh, yeah… I think I’ve had enough partying for today.”

“Really? Because I haven’t seen you for a while. You weren’t…” He looked around, “You weren’t hiding in a room by yourself or something, were you?”

“What? No, no!” It wasn’t a lie…

“Oh, good. I know a lot of people like you who would do that.” Aaron grinned, “Did you get to know anyone?”

“Um… a few people seemed really nice…”

“So you got away from Gordon then?” He laughed, “Just kidding, he’s an okay guy. Not the kinda person I expected you to talk to, but hey. Guess Nadia was right about that whole comfort zone thing, huh?”

“You could say that.”

“Well, hey, do you want to hang around a little longer? Some of the entertaining stuff is just about to get started.”

“I’m… I think I’m good for tonight,” Jezebel rubbed her upper arms and shifted her weight from foot to foot, “Thanks for the invitation -really, thank you!- but I… I have a lot of studying I need to do, and…”

Aaron held his translucent hand up. “Say no more. Gotta work hard before you play hard, right?”

“Yeah,” She gave him a shy smile, “Thanks for being so friendly.”

“Hey, no worries. A friend of a friend and all that. Say hi to Nadia for me, would you?”

She nodded, giving him a wave as she slipped out the door. Jezebel exhaled slowly as the sounds of the party were muted. She wrapped the coat around herself, fished into the pocket for her phone and started dialing for a taxi. How much was she actually going to tell Nadia? Mission successful, obviously, but outside of that… Jezebel shook her head. One step at a time. She could tell Nadia after she’d caught up on all her assignments.

Or never. Never might work. Was that a dumb thing to do?

THE END