How did I get here?

My thoughts conflicted themselves as I stood in awe, staring down the fine shape that was Rose’s body. Her hips swayed in a perfect rhythm with her tight ass that intentionally was meant to manifest from her tight skinny jeans, causing a vibration to flow through my bloodstream throughout my shaft slowly rising in my cheap pants.

How did I get here?

The words reflected in my head again, but were quickly distracted by the angel-like beauty that had turned her gaze back to meet mine. All of her mannerisms were tempting, from the grin on her face that spoke of permission for me to come closer, to her hazel eyes that had seemed to hypnotize me in a trans where I was lured in closer to her flawless body.

This phenomenon was something I couldn’t explain, and it seemed as if I were in a daze of no control. She was the only thing controlling me with her temptations to just progress further, feeling my member harden to the point of where it was hard to maintain a straight face

Rose’s hot breath caressed my skin as she broke the discomfort and in what felt like a sudden relief was replaced with yet another sensation. Her hot breath enveloped the head of my hardened dick, and that was enough to cause some precum to seep out.

Rose only increased the sensation, feeling her moist and warm tongue slither slowly along my head licking away my precum and giggling seductively at the discovery.

“Someone’s excited,” she muttered softly. “Don’t worry, honey. This is only foreplay to what I have planned for you.”

I barely heard her, still lost in the indescribable sensation and pleasure as she continued further past the head of my shaft and slithering her warm and wet tongue up and down. I could feel my body starting to succumb to Rose’s actions, as much as my dick reacting to each stroke of her tongue and hot breath intensifying the sensation.

I thought I was going to burst then and there, but before my orgasm could climax, Rose suddenly stopped. More precum had seeped out, but she didn’t commence to licking it away, knowing what would happen.

She giggled in that same seductive tone again and stood from her crouched position at my knees.

“I see I’ve got a first-timer,” she said unexpectedly. “Tsk tsk, not this early sweetheart. We haven’t even gotten to the fun stuff yet.”

With that, Rose stood to where she met my gaze once again, her flawless features causing me to remain speechless. That daze was still there and had only grown more potent after her fun with my still-hardened dick.

She proceeded to closing the distance, pressing her soft lips to mine and dancing her tongue with mine as she stripped me of my shirt. In return, after waiting for permission to shed her of her own shirt; permission being granted, I removed Rose’s black t-shirt.

It was much too small for her, but it was intended as such to express her breasts underneath, held only by a black bra laced in a fashion that barely hid them behind the two thin layered pieces of cloth.

My dick grew even harder at the sight of her nearly-bare upper body.

My fingers caressed through her dark black hair, our tongues still dancing inbetween breaths. Her hair felt like velvet and in the mix of feeling her soft hands sift through my hair and her body making contact my with own, I felt like I was experiencing heaven on earth.

I pushed the boundaries further, reaching for the clamp to her bra on her back to unleash her equine breasts from the hold of the attire. I was relieved when she didn’t object, and as I heard the clamp release its hold, I was met with the image of a goddess.

The bra fell to the floor and from behind the lingerie came a pair of flawless breasts, her nipples pointed and hard. It was at that point that Rose ended the embrace, and we both resorted to heavy breathing, catching our breath, but still enthralled in the moment of bliss.

Our bodies were hot and completely committed to whatever was to come next. Next, Rose led me to the bed, my body completely bare to her eyes, as she sat down on the edge of the bed, eyeing me with those same seductive eyes.

“Your turn,” Rose said in a near whisper.

I knew what she was referring to as I undid the button and zipper of her skinny jeans and pulled them off of her slowly. The image of her legs was of nothing but pristine; flawless in every matter of the word.

Rose smiled at my reaction to her equine beauty, to which I rubbed my hands slowly up and down her legs, the action causing Rose to mutter a moan of satisfaction and bliss. That made me feel more confident that I wasn’t disappointing this angelic being before my eyes, so I proceeded further.

Eyeing her black thin-laced panties that matched her bra, I gently slipped the lingerie down her gorgeous legs and onto the floor. Her body was more beautiful than I had imagined, and I could only stare in absolute awe at the sight before me.

And the best part of it all was that she was mine to claim, and that thought had once again made me nearly cum again, but I held it, not wanting to disappoint her.

My penis throbbed to orgasm, but I just got down on my knees and eyed her vagina. Her folds were untainted unlike some I’d seen before in my first years of exploring the facts about life, and just like the rest of her body, everything about it screamed perfection.

Just like the service she had done my shaft, I proceeded to running my tongue along the entire vicinity of her pussy. Immediate moans and heavy breaths from Rose became audible, and I could feel her entire vaginal area start to grow warmer with each stroke.

I continued, emitting hot moist breaths on her entire vaginal area. The actions had only caused her breaths to grow more frequent and her moans of pleasure only grew louder and louder.

To further her pleasure, Rose had resorted to caressing her hardened nipples and cupping her flawless breasts with her soft hands. I sped up faster, intensifying her mannerisms and her body became more hot and even began to squirm from my pleasuring actions.

I wanted to continue, but I could feel the moisture starting to emanate from her vagina. She was at a point where she was ready for the next step in your usual intercourse, so I stopped allowing her to recuperate.

She breathed very heavily as I stood back up, and met her gaze yet again. She smiled at me through her heavy breaths, and after regaining her breath, motioned for me to join her on the bedside.

“Not…bad for a… first timer,” she said inbetween breaths. “Now, it’s… my turn.”

Without warning, Rose grabbed hold of me, until she was positioned on top of me. I could feel the warmth of her body against mine, her moist pussy inches from my member, still erect and warm.

I expected her to do what I was awaiting since she had finished her tongue work on my dick

Just fuck me

That was all that spiralled throughout my mind, but was met with something totally different. Rose slowly slithered my dick into her mouth, feeling her tongue caress down the backside. This sensation was unlike anything I’d experienced so far.

Her hot mouth felt like an acceleration device for my penis, the warm temperature immediately sending my sexual pleasure into overdrive.

Her moist tongue just intensified the pleasure all the more, and with each stroke, it became uncontrollable for my body to handle. I moaned and groaned from the sexual pleasure up until I could not hold it anymore.

I came.

My shaft spasmed massively, each spasm releasing a mass amount of my cum, painting Rose’s entire mouth with my juices. I had no idea when I was going to stop, but with each eruption of more and more semen into her mouth, Rose took it without any struggle or objection.

Twenty spasms later, the sensation stopped, but that wasn’t enough for Rose, additional strokes following the massive orgasm and releasing even more cum into her mouth.

She took it all, swallowing it all down her throat. She finally released her hold on my dick looking up at me with a smile.

“Mmm, you taste good,” she complimented. “I’m going to enjoy round two very much.”

I wasn’t sure what to think about that, until she stroked my member to where it was hard again and led it into her vagina, the entrance sounding moist and slimy from both my semen-covered dick and the moist walls of her pussy.

The feeling that followed immediately caused both my senses to collapse into a void of nothingness and my dick to immediately harden fully. I thought it couldn’t get any better than the blow job, but Rose proved me wrong.

Her vagina was tight, wet, and warm; all of which had caused my dick to fall to a sense of bliss. I swore I could feel precum already seeping out, but that may have been her own moisture playing tricks on my already-dazed mind.

It only grew more intense as she started to stroke my dick up and down, her moist vaginal walls causing all of my senses to dissipate and my breathing and heart rate to increase. The sensation brought on that haze again, making me feel as if I were drunk, but upon the sight of her full body in dominant position high above me, my eyes bulged. She was perfect.

Her strokes increased slowly, even though I could feel my body once again succumbing to the climax, and she was just getting started. She muttered low moans of satisfaction as I felt her pussy only moisten more and more and the temperature growing to the point of where I was struggling to keep myself from cumming so quickly. It’s not easy to hold back something that is a natural body function, but for her, I tried my best

The speed increased as much as both of our heavy breaths, moans, and heart rates that seemed nearly audible in the room. Rose gripped her breasts, the tips of her nipples seeming so sharp that they could cut a diamond. I dared to lift my hands to the pair, and to my surprise, Rose gave me access. Upon contact with her breasts, I could barely hold back anymore. They were warm and perfectly crafted, matching the level of a goddess’s stature.

Rose placed her hands on my chest, slowing her strokes and feeling my body heat coincide with her own. My dick remain in her hot and moist vagina, feeling the strokes come to a stop entirely, as much as Rose’s hot breath, that had the scent of something sweet, caress my chest like a calm breeze. I didn’t object to the sudden stop, knowing that she wanted me to finish her off.

My mind screamed to fuck her, but for some reason I paused. I had no protection on, and it was clear that she wanted me to cum inside of her. It was so hard to resist the urge, up until that haze once again put my mind and actions into a comatose state, and my hips started to move at a fast pace.

My shaft grew more sensitive, and on top of Rose’s moans for more and the scent of her breath putting me further into bliss, I couldn’t hold it anymore. For the second time, I came, but this time, it was a totally different experience unlike anything the blow job had provided. This was beyond bliss, feeling my dick spasming and painting her vaginal walls with more of my cum. Rose didn’t object and just let it happen.

She screamed from the pleasure of my warm juices filling her warm and tight vagina, and just like before, she continued to satisfy my member with further strokes, causing more semen to shoot from my dick. So much that I could feel the warm and sticky liquid seeping out of her pussy, but I didn’t mind it at all, too drunk from the pleasure to do anything except take it all.

This orgasm was much more intense, the spastic splirts of cum seeming as if they were never going to stop. I had lost count at twenty. At last, the orgasm ended, and Rose only responded with a moan of satisfaction and a giggle at what we both had just experienced.

“Good boy,” she whispered in full satisfaction, her body still hot. My dick still inside her.

That haze was still there, so I couldn’t say anything, even though I wanted to say something regarding why I had hesitated on fucking her into what felt like eternity. All I could do was just sit there and catch my breath from the phenomenon I’d just experienced. However, Rose had other plans as she finally released my dick from her vagina, emanating a slimy moist sound as the tender cum-soaked muscle collapsed onto my lower body.

I thought Rose was finished with me, but that was quickly confirmed false upon contact around my dick with her soft and delicate hands. She gripped it and had begun to grope it with her warm and moist tongue again, cleaning up the mess I had made, slowly and assuringly. Once again, my member hardened like a stone, and after her cleanup, Rose swallowed the contents that had been around my dick and proceeded to whatever she planned to do next.

“I want you to taste me,” Rose said seductively. “I want you to fuck me so hard that I cum with you.”

That command was enough to send my hormones on overdrive, and seeing I was still stuck in that same haze, I just nodded. Rose smiled, rising from the bed along with me so we could reposition ourselves to where I could fulfill the command she had given me. This was the first time I caught sight of her bare ass, and just like the rest of every inch of her body, it was equine and flawless.

She positioned herself flat on the bed, uttering only two words that sent me to work.

“Take me.”

I did. First starting by getting her body set up, my tongue groping her vagina slowly and delicately. The pleasure was immediately delivered; Rose moaning and squirming in bliss. Just like she had done with her pussy, I started with slow strokes and grew more aggressive the more she screamed for more and more. The volume of the pleasure was enough for me to grow more and more aggressive, starting to feel a somewhat sweet taste come over my tongue.

One peek at her face was enough for me to confirm that she was close, and my dick was still hard and ready to fuck her. Precum had once again started to seep at the sound of Rose’s moans and screams of absolute sexual pleasure. Her body was hot and sweaty along with mine, and the only scent evident in that moment of bliss was the smell of sex. She was ready.

All sense had left my mind at that point, too engaged in pleasing Rose’s desires and just the sensation of fucking her. The haze was still there, but I could feel and see everything that was going on. I only focused on the image of a goddess sprawled out on the bed before me, her body warm and pleading for me to deliver what it desired.

I followed, positioning myself in a dominant position and slowly slipping my dick into her tight and warm vagina. Her moist muscles gripped my shaft tight as Rose let out another moan of sexual satisfaction, and before I proceeded to fucking her, got one more glance at her angelic form, now in the opposite position and able to see her in full light.

It was unbelievable, feeling her body heat connect with my own, and stroking her breasts one more time. They were sweaty and smelled of sex, but they were just as delicate as the first time. Rose smiled at the contact, her soft hands joining my own on her pristine pair. Her body grew more and more high in temperature as I ran my hands up and down her breasts, more soft moans following with the motions. I wanted to be absolutely sure that her desires were met before I started.

Rose took control of the motions of my hands, signalling that she was ready for me to start. I followed, slowly pulling my member in and out of her moist and tight hole and feeling my dick grow sensitive to each one. Rose’s hot breath caressed my upper chest yet again, and her moans started as low mutters of pleasure. As I sped up, the moans grew into groans of sexual bliss, and she had begun to lose control of her hands gliding mine across her succulent breasts.

I knew I had to take this slow if I wanted to accomplish her wish, so I remained at a medium speed, gliding my dick in and out of her vaginal walls at a pace to where I wouldn’t climax faster than the past two sets of intercourse. The moisture inside increased more and more to where it was difficult to keep myself inside of her without slipping out, but I managed, and by the time her vagina had become unbearably wet and so sensitive that Rose had begun to plead for me to go faster, she had lost all control of me stroking her breasts.

I persisted, placing my hands off to the sides of her body, feeling the heat of the bed from both of our bodies as much as the soaked sheets from the sweat dripping. While my dick did its work slowly and efficiently, I cupped her left breast with my right hand and kissed her hard nipple, feeling her body react to it almost immediately. She trembled and squirmed as I licked her sensitive nipple and sucked on it with aggression, something Rose loved and only begged for more of.

I switched breasts, cupping her right one with my left hand and kissing its tip with aggression and sending Rose into further bliss. She screamed and cried for more, feeling my shaft starting to ready for climax, my muscles giving into her moist and warm body. Sweat covered my body, emanating the smell of sex and pleasure. Rose continuously begged more and more for me to fuck her harder, her vagina so moist that my dick struggled to stay in her hole. I knew she was close.

I sucked and kissed her breasts more and more, speeding up faster and faster, doing my best not to slip out. The sweet scent of Rose’s breath was intoxicating, but my nostrils took it, feeling as if I was under some spell. I was close to orgasm and could feel my dick starting to grow only more and more sensitive to her juices as I pushed more and more. Rose’s screams grew louder and more extreme; an extreme that I knew was something more than just pleasure. She was ready to climax.

I sped up as fast as my hips could manage, and Rose’s extreme cries for me to go deeper and harder only grew louder. I just thrusted harder and harder, hearing her moist pussy make contact with my scrotum. The smacking grew louder and louder, up until I couldn’t hold it anymore, and to my satisfaction, Rose couldn’t either, a scream of sexual pleasure unlike any other amplifying from her and echoing off the walls.

That’s when I felt it.

As my shaft shot more cum into her vagina violently, her own orgasm met mine. Her juices showered over my dick and in that moment both the blow job and orgasm from before were beaten by the unbelievable sensation that we were both experiencing. Her squirting orgasm enthralled my dick, making my dick pulsate violently. I couldn’t describe where my mind went in that single moment of bliss.

It was as if I were not even on earth anymore and had been thrust into a whole different dimension altogether. As I continued to feel my orgasm collide with her own, it was unimaginable sexual pleasure that had no word to describe it. It was otherworldly. Extraterrestrial.

Her orgasm ended before mine, but I expected that, still feeling my cum fill her vagina to the brim and leak out onto the hot and moist sheets. It was absolute bliss. After pulling my dick out, hearing her juices and mine mixed coincide with her soaked vaginal walls, I collapsed next to her, exhausted but satisfied that I had given this angelic being the pleasure she had desired.

She smiled as she cuddled against my bare body, our body temperatures creating a warmth that matched none. All that resided after the intense intercourse was her essence and the smell of sex; a mixture that pleased my senses.

“Sleep now,” she said gently. “You’ve earned it.”

While I wanted to just embrace further with her, I knew my body wouldn’t let me. I was exhausted and still lost in that same haze. I just obeyed and closed my eyes, feeling her pull the sheets over both of us as we delved deep into a sleep of bliss and sexual satisfaction.

The next morning, my casual alarm awoke me, vibrating in my pants on the floor. I just let it die down, trying to recall why I was naked in a bed. That’s when I remembered the intercourse with Rose, and quickly turned to find the adjacent side of the bed empty. I sat up in the bed, and looked to see if maybe she had just decided to take a shower after last night’s hot mess.

Her lingerie and clothing were gone and the shower was silent; the only sound in the room was the ambience of the room I was currently in that looked like some sort of hotel room.

“One night stand,” I muttered, having very faint memories of the previous night.

I remembered the sight of Rose’s indescribable bare body, the feeling of each orgasm, and all that she had told me throughout the session of intercourse. Everything else was a blur. A haze of fogged memories. Then it clicked.

How did I get here?

Those five words that had rambled my mind prior to the intense intercourse.

“How did I get here?” I questioned myself.

I tried to recall any memory of meeting Rose prior. I wasn’t drunk, seeing I don’t drink, and I didn’t recall ever coming into meeting with Rose or where it even started. I jogged my memories for any recollection of anything before engaging in sex with Rose. I was surprised I even remembered her name, given my current predicament. Nothing came. It was all just a massive blur.

“Shit! My wallet!” I exclaimed, having wondered if she had drugged me

I scrambled out of the bed, slipping on my boxers to look at least presentable, and quickly searched my jeans for my wallet. I had heard stories of bad one night stands in the past, and what some women would do to get what THEY want.

Strangely, my wallet was untouched. It hadn’t even been touched or foiled with since last night. My current balance of $153 was there, along with my ID, social security card, credit cards, and membership cards. She hadn’t drugged me or had ill intent to get free cash, so what had she done this for? Why had she lured me into having sex with her and giving me an ACTUAL good time?

I stood up completely baffled, up until I noticed something on the nightstand where she had been on the bed the previous night. It was nothing fancy, just a folded up piece of lined paper that I expected to be some form of a note. I was correct as I unfolded the paper.

Thanks for the good time. I look forward to seeing you again very soon!

-Yours forever,

Rose <3

I had no idea how to think about that. I wasn’t married, so I hadn’t cheated or done anything morally wrong, but the one thing that caught me by surprise the most was the “I look forward to seeing you again” line. In a way, it kinda aroused me, but at the same time, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to see her again. Who was she? Why couldn’t I remember anything about her prior to the sex? Was the sex worth it?

I couldn’t answer any of those questions, so instead of giving myself a further headache, I decided to just get what I needed the most in that moment; a shower. One thing about the whole situation that I found fortunate was that she had at least had the decency to keep my only change of clothes clean of any body liquids. I was lost on so many levels. Who was this woman? What did she want? Was I crazy and just hallucinating things?

I stripped myself of my boxers, turned the water to hot, and hopped into the shower, unsure of how to feel about the ordeal. Part of me wanted the sex, while another was screaming to look further into it. I ignored my conflicting thoughts as I felt the warm water come over my body and seep away the excrement of last night.

The door to a somewhat pub opened, entering Rose, quickly being engulfed by the musty cloud of cigarette smoke, and the sound of a nearby group of men engaging in a game of 8 ball. This smell was no stranger to her, because she had worked here for the majority of her life. The heavy door shut behind her as she made easy steps toward the front desk that resembled a bartenders workspace.

“Welcome back, Roseline,” the shady frontman replied in a voice that resembled the rumble of an earthquake. “Did you have fun?”

Rose didn’t engage in conversation with who she knew as, “Cosman.” She just sat down her purse and pulled out a rectangular card of some sort. Cosman snapped it from between two of her delicate fingers and placed it under the counter.

“Clocking in already, eh?” Cosman questioned sarcastically. “That’s not like you, Roseline. You usually go for a banger around the clock.”

Rose only gave him a slight glare.

“Last night’s subject was ‘different,’ Rose replied with somewhat hesitation. “Guy may have been a first-timer, but he showed resistance. Even to my usual essence spell.”

“Seems you’re losing your touch, missy,” Cosman replied.

Rose rolled her eyes, lighting a cigarette and taking in the toxic fumes, exhaling it out her nostrils and mouth. It helped to calm her nerves and as she took the first drag, she could only reminisce about all of the events the night prior.

“Please, Cosman,” Rose replied cynically, exhaling the cigarette’s fumes. “You only wished you could fuck me. Hell, you couldn’t even if you tried.”

Rose took another drag of her cigarette, admiring the desperate look that had befallen Cosman’s face and letting out the cloud of smoke.

“So, where’s Balmon? I need to talk to him.” Rose questioned.

“In the back,” Cosman replied rather quickly. “Why do you need to speak with him?”

Rose took another long drag of her cigarette, letting the fumes escape her nostrils and mouth, aiming them at the ceiling.

“Business,” Rose replied simply.

Cosman took that response with clarity that Rose wasn’t joking around. He grabbed the phone from the side wall of the front area.

“Hey, Roseline’s back, and she says she needs to talk to you, boss,” Cosman spoke into the speaker.

“Very well. Send her back,” The voice came clear over the opposite end.

Rose finished the cigarette, taking one last drag and exploiting the mist of toxicity into the upper ceiling where that same fog of misty smog lingered. She smothered the cigarette out in the nearest ashtray then took her leave to the back of the private pub. On the way to the back, she came across her fellow employees, each resembling the same features required to work in such an occupation; flawless skin, perfectly shaped bodies, breasts that would arouse any man or woman, and lingerie that barely hid the features.

The back part of the pub consisted of private rooms solely intended for practice in the occupation. Rose could hear the nearby moans of the current practitioners as much as smell the same scent emanated the previous night; sex. Whether it be man/woman or woman/woman intercourse, it didn’t matter. This was a very private and secret occupation.

The door to Balmon’s office came into her sights, turning the knob and opening the door to an unkempt room with pictures of smut caked to the walls. Rose didn’t need to knock or introduce herself accordingly; she was a veteran in this place.

“Ah, Rose,” Balmon greeted. “Have a seat, my dear.”

Balmon was a mix of many things. He appeared as a tall thin man with devilish looks that even made Rose’s body fall to arousement. At first. Nowadays, Rose wasn’t even phased by Balmon’s appearance and knew him better than any other employee in that place. He was dressed like your usual businessman with his feet kicked up on the desk he sat behind.

Rose took his greeting with a smile and took a seat in one of the two provided chairs. Balmon, in a way of being respectful to his guest, lowered his feet to the floor and looked at Rose with sympathy in his gaze.

“So, what does one of my top employees want?” Balmon proposed wholly.

Rose took a deep breath and just spat out what was on her mind.

“Regarding last night, I was nearly unable to hold my spell on the one you sent me to seduce,” Rose started.

Balmon’s gaze snapped to Rose’s upon those words. Rose continued, knowing she had his attention.

“He also… managed to assure dominance even under my influence,” Rose confessed further.

“How so?” Balmon questioned.

“I’m not sure, but that’s not why I wanted to talk to you,” Rose assured. “Mortals breaking free of my spell is the least of my worries.”

Balmon raised an eyebrow. He had no idea where this conversation was going.

“Last night was different from the rest I’ve been assigned. It was… perfect,” Rose had wandered off, reminiscing about the sensations she had experienced the previous night.

“So, what are you saying?” Balmon questioned.

“Given that this mortal gave me an experience unlike the many others I’ve seduced, I want to make this one my “permanent.”

Balmon jumped at that.

A “permanent” to a succubus was a victim for life. One that they would return to and seduce to the succubus’s greatest desires, until the victim had passed away to the afterlife. While it was fortunate to a succubus, the same couldn’t be said for the victim themselves. Given what a succubus had to do to remain undiscovered by the mortal, the sessions of unconditional intercourse would slowly shatter the psyche of the victim, driving them to insanity and normally ending up committing suicide to escape the endless torture.

It was a rare thing for a succubus to request a permanent victim, given most prefer to remain diverse with their sexual desires.

Balmon had not expected one of his top employees to give their unconditional bond to a mortal that, until the night prior, was a virgin. Rose had slept with and seduced thousands of both men and women. She had experienced intercourse with many, and this feeble virgin of only twenty three years of age was the one that had overwhelmed his top succubus to this decision?

“You do realize that you put your own kind in danger of exposure in doing this, Rose,” Balmon persuaded. “You even said that he managed to escape your spell to keep him from doing anything against what you wanted.”

“I suppose I’ll have to double his dosage then,” Rose said in a kinky tone. “He may have caught me off guard last night, but I promise that he won’t break my essence spell again.”

Balmon still seemed to disagree with the whole thing, not wanting his business of pleasuring demonic women that he had been gifted with to go down with a possibility of exposure. However, Rose was his most experienced and potent succubus in his business. She could practically handle herself, given that she was a demonic being for one, and by far the most fatally attractive.

Rose had dealt with some of the worst people you could name, but through each one it had either come out with the job being complete and unscathed, or she had to resort to defending herself. She could snap necks, slit throats, and easily had strength unmatched by any mortal being that ever had the pleasure of engaging with her. While she held a pretty face, she was far from weak.

Balmon took a moment to think over about his most lethally gifted child, a devilish grin forming on his face, which was fitting given the fact that he was a demon.

“In doing this, you also realize you are mentally fucking up your “permanent,” Balmon slithered. “Your presence during your night runs with this individual will not hold up well for him as time goes by.”

Rose lit another cigarette and replied with a devious smile on her face.

“I don’t give a fuck what happens to the mortal, I’m just interested in his dick and the pleasure he serves me very well. I’m a succubus, I’m not meant to have emotional regret for my fortunate victims. I only care about one thing; hardcore sex. The victim solely exists for only my pleasure, even if he may have gotten a little more than I usually allow my victims last night.”

She took a small drag, allowing Balmon to respond.

“I’m glad your head is still in the right place and that you didn’t actually fall in love with this simpleton,” Balmon replied with satisfaction. “As long as you keep that attitude with this mortal as your “permanent,” you can fuck him as much as you want to. I’ve been needing the other girls to get double shifts done anyway, so maybe they might take this as an inspiration to be more aggressive during their night shifts, knowing the potential award the more they persist.”

“I’d never fall for some mortal just because of a good shift. While sex is what I live for, I also need to put time in for myself to get my own dose of self-pleasure,” Rose cooed.

“You devious little shit,” Balmon replied with full satisfaction. “You really do know what you’re doing.”

Rose only smiled, taking a drag of her cigarette and exhaling the fumes to the ceiling tiles.

“I’m going to enjoy the pleasure of fucking the hell out of this mortal, both mentally and physically.”

A devilish giggle followed her words, taking the cigarette from her soft lips and placing it in the ashtray on Balmon’s desk.

“Finish that up for me,” she finished in a seductive tone, standing up and walking out of the room.

Before she left though, she turned and blew Balmon a kiss as a way of thanking him for this opportunity, then she returned to her provided room and passed out on her soft bed, sleeping the day away to await the night ahead.

David Talran, the victim of the previous night, walked up the steps of his apartment complex coming to his door with two numbers on it. Thirteen, a number he had come to find distasteful, given his living conditions being nothing less than the lowest. Turning the key to his apartment and opening the door, he flicked on the lights to the sight that he came to every single time he returned from somewhere.

To his right; a tattered worn couch that had seen better days and looked like it had been something straight out of the 70s. In front of that; a wooden table with empty soda pop cans and an old pizza box devoid of its contents littered on top. He wasn’t necessarily the cleanest fellow, but he did his best to keep tidy. Across from the table was an older television that looked like your casual 90s era box design 18-20 inch screen piece of shit, but he didn’t care. It did its job.

On the far right adjacent side of the apartment was the kitchen where plates were stacked in the sink. Based on his experience of waking up in a random hotel after a night of intercourse with some woman who had also paid his hotel room bill of $50, and having no memory of how he had gotten there or how he had met this flawless goddess in the first place, his day had been far from normal in the slightest.

He no longer needed Playboy or Hustler magazines to get off to in his personal self pleasure sessions, because that image of Rose still remained painted in his mind. Her black hair, hazel eyes, flawless shape, pristine breasts, and natural beauty all stuck to his psyche like nails to wood. It just disappointed him that he couldn’t remember meeting her or the majority of the intercourse.

Part of him wanted her so badly, while another told him just to forget she was ever a thing. She may have been generous enough to pay his hotel bill and not rob him of his belongings, but the least she gave him in her company was the fact that his V card was officially expired for good. He knew the intercourse wasn’t a figment of his imagination, because the sensation was too real and there was evidence of Rose being there based on the note she’d left.

David pulled himself from his lewd thoughts, grabbed the remote and flicked on the tv to the default news channel. The dishes and various other chores that he had yet to do could wait. He eventually settled for a program that he really didn’t want to watch, but it was all he had, so it was better than the news. Eventually, the television program grew so boring that he had passed out on the couch. Once his breaths were shallow enough to determine he was officially asleep, from the shadows, Rose manifested.

She was dressed in lingerie that, just like her panties and bra had determined the previous night, barely hid her finest features. Something she knew David would drool over, given her many years of seducing men and women. Only there was one exception with this night, and as she stepped into the reflected light of the tv screen, it was clear.

This night she had come in her raw true form; wings that spread wide enough to meet the couch’s width, dark red skin that, just like her human appearance, was flawless, neon green eyes with a black outline and blood-red pupils that would pierce anybody’s soul if seen, and a long thin tail that slithered across the apartment floor like a serpent in grass.

Her teeth were not the pearly whites of her human form and were more sharp and sinister with a long tongue split at the tip, just like a real serpent. Her fingers and toes were claws with sharp talons on the end of each separate one. The only things that remained the same in her demonic form was her pitch black hair and sexual desires that currently were screaming at her to get started with having some fun with her now-declared “permanent.”

Rose started with her essence spell; a neurotoxic venom in the form of breath that sent David’s mind into that same state as the previous night. With this spell also came a camouflage effect to hide her true form from David’s eyes. Just to assure that David wouldn’t have any chance of breaking hold of the spell, Rose cast the essence spell twice, breathing her essence further into his senses. The spell took its hold, and just like the night before, Rose proceeded to re-locating him to a better acquainted environment.

She chose the first hotel in sight, landing and changing her appearance to the usual Rose that mortals saw as normal and walked inside to the lobby. She carried David in her arms, not wasting time with the frontman, and just cast a spell on him to get the key to a room. With the key in hand, she took the elevator up to the appropriate floor, opened the door to the room she had been provided, and with a simple slip of the “do not disturb” sign to the doorknob, she closed the door and woke up David with a simple command.

“Wake up, sweetheart, I’m back for more fun with you!” Rose commanded excitedly.

David’s eyes seeped open, their glow resembling that of the neon glow of Rose’s own irises. He stood, seeming zombified.

“How did I get here?” was all David said, as Rose twirled her right index finger slowly, luring him in closer and closer.

“Don’t worry about that, my dear,” Rose cooed softly in her angelic voice. “All you need to worry about is the fun we are going to have…

She paused with a sinister giggle, adding an exclamation to what had become David’s fate for the rest of his life.

“Forever…

THE END