Suddenly A Succubus

The familiar smells of home greeted Amara as she closed her front door behind them. Vee turned to the nearby coat rack, kicking off her shoes and removing her jacket, while Amara set her keys down on the counter. As she looked around her apartment, she became intensely aware of every blemish, scratch, and burn littered around the room.

This place is a trainwreck, ugh. Is this really where I want us to—

“Planning on taking your jacket off?” Vee asked, stepping in front of Amara.

“Huh?” Amara’s train of thought drifted back to their conversation. “Right, sorry. I guess I spaced out there for a second.” With a quick shrug, Amara’s clothes shifted from thick winter gear to comfortable home wear. Once the flurry of embers faded, Vee stepped even closer and softly placed a hand on Amara’s arm.

“How are you feeling?” Vee asked. Her voice was soft, yet effortlessly compassionate.

With a deep breath, Amara looked into Vee’s eyes and tried to organize her thoughts. “I’m… still nervous. Everything’s been so hectic for so long, I feel like I don’t know what to do with myself now that it’s all over. And now you’re here with me, and we’re completely alone, and I’m absolutely exhausted, but because of what I am that means I need certain things, and we haven’t talked about how that’s going to—”

Vee kissed Amara, effortlessly cutting through her nervous rambling. Their bodies pushed together, and her anxiety melted away in her love’s arms. Vee’s lips were soft and warm, and while she moved with slight hesitation, Amara couldn’t ignore the faint scent of excitement surrounding Vee.

“Hey,” Vee said. “I love you. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met, and right now, there’s nothing I want more than to make love to you. If you’ll have me, that is,” she added with a soft laugh.

All at once, Amara’s hesitation vanished. She pulled Vee even closer, wrapping her arms around her waist as they kissed again. Despite the relative absence of her hellfire, warmth flooded Amara’s chest as they explored each other’s bodies. Her hands ran up and down Vee’s back, exhaling softly as Vee’s hands returned the favor. They gently traced down Amara’s back, then around her hips and up her sides, brushing lightly against her breasts before finding her neck. Gentle pressure from Vee’s hands formed a question, which Amara answered by tilting her head to the side.

Vee kissed Amara, their tongues briefly brushing together, before moving to kiss the corner of her mouth, then the side of her face. Her lips found Amara’s neck, showering it with kisses before moving higher. She playfully nibbled Amara’s ear, eliciting an impassioned gasp, then Vee whispered, “Take me to bed, Amara.”

Pulling back, they looked into each other’s eyes and stole one last kiss before pushing off the counter. Grabbing Vee’s hand, Amara turned around and led her to the bedroom, her heart thumping with anticipation as they drew closer.

Inside, shadows clung to her disheveled bedroom, cloaking the entire space in darkness. The light switch, despite only being a few feet away from the door, seemed like an impossible diversion, and Amara instead lit up the room with small wisps of hellfire. Rolling her shoulders, she prepared to dismiss her clothing, but stopped when Vee hugged her from behind.

“Leave it on,” Vee whispered, kissing the back of Amara’s neck, “I want to take it off myself.”

Amara shivered in anticipation and leaned her head back, rolling it onto Vee’s shoulders as she savored the feel of her lips on her neck. Reaching back, Amara pushed her fingers through Vee’s hair and pulled her closer. Their bodies pressed together, and Amara twitched in excitement as she felt Vee’s hands slide down her waist, teasing the edge of her pants. She wanted desperately to begin undressing, but she didn’t dare rob Vee of her request.

Instead, Amara turned around and grabbed Vee’s hands again, walking backwards until her legs bumped against her bed. Carefully raising her legs, she tried to climb atop the comforter while pulling Vee with her.

Due to her exhaustion, her foot caught on the covers and she fell backwards. While she avoided hitting her head against the wall, she couldn’t stop herself from laughing in embarrassment.

“Okay, that went better in my mind,” Amara giggled.

Vee crawled atop the covers, joining Amara on the bed before helping her reposition. “You know you don’t have to impress me, right?” she asked.

Amara’s head found her pillow, and she looked up at Vee. “I want to. You deserve it.”

“I’m here for you, silly. Awkward trips and all,” Vee said, lowering herself down atop Amara. Their legs laced together, and their lips met once more. Amara brought her hands to Vee’s waist, savoring the feel of her curves as they slowly matched the rhythm of each other’s bodies.

They stayed like that, gently kissing each other, for countless minutes. Although both of them continued to playfully explore the other’s body, neither made any attempts to escalate the intensity. Amara gently rubbed Vee’s back, who in turn gingerly played with Amara’s hair. The slow pace felt incredibly unusual for Amara, whose sex life had been nothing but quick, casual hookups ever since she’d lost her virginity earlier this year.

Is she taking it slow because she’s nervous? Is she unsure she even wants this?

No, don’t kill the mood, Amara. She told you she wanted this; you can trust her. She probably hasn’t had sex in ages, especially not with all the drama, so I bet she just wants to take it slow.

As Amara talked through her own anxieties, she found it easier to relax and simply enjoy Vee’s touch. Each movement, each quiet caress seemed charged with affection, and somehow even the relatively chaste act of making out felt exciting and new. Each breath she took provided hints of Vee’s scent, brief insights into her aura that Amara still had trouble reading, yet those hints reassured her that Vee wanted this.

Raising her hands to Vee’s face, their lips separated briefly. Amara took this chance to stare deep into Vee’s brilliant blue eyes, appreciating the way the warm hellfire embers illuminated her beautiful face. In her appreciation, however, Amara couldn’t help but notice the two glaring reminders of her past mistakes.

Gently holding the side of Vee’s face, Amara carefully ran her thumb over the thick scar that cut through her eyebrow. Razor-sharp guilt pierced her stomach, bringing with it flashes of all the chaos she’d caused the last few months. The combined weight of those memories escalated her breathing, and tears welled in her eyes as prepared to tell Vee how sorry she was for everything. Before she had a chance to say anything, however, Vee cut her off.

“It’s okay, Amara,” she whispered, grabbing Amara’s hand. “We all have things we regret. What’s important is that we’ve learned from our mistakes. When I look at myself in the mirror, I don’t see these scars as a reminder of our fight, I see them as a reminder of the person I almost became.”

“You’re clearly better at forgiving yourself than I am,” Amara muttered.

“I didn’t do it alone, Amara. I had you. At every step of the way, in every word you muttered, every text you sent, you told me I could be better. You never gave up on me.”

They kissed again, and Vee lovingly wiped the tears from Amara’s eyes. Every kiss, every touch conveyed a level of adoration Amara had never felt before. For her, intimacy had always been tied to arousal, to feeding, and understanding the feelings of her partner had always been easy. Here, not only was Vee’s aura incredibly difficult to read, but the love they shared was something completely separate from arousal. It was deeper, more profound, and Amara’s heart raced as she tried to navigate these new feelings.

This passion redoubled Amara’s enthusiasm. She stopped worrying about what Vee might be thinking, or how they were going to make this work. She simply wanted Vee to understand how much she cared for her.

Both of their excitement grew in the wake of this enthusiasm. Their hips met, grinding together as Amara and Vee both let out quiet gasps of burgeoning pleasure. Vee’s hands pushed underneath Amara’s shirt, gently wrapping around her waist, and the feeling sent shivers through Amara’s body.

Vee didn’t stop there. Her hands crept higher, savoring the feeling of Amara’s bare skin before brushing over her bra, then pushing higher still. Amara responded by lifting her arms over her head, and, for the first time since discovering her illusion powers, removed a shirt by simply pulling it off. Vee quickly tossed it aside, and before it hit the floor, it vanished in a burst of hellfire.

Amara eagerly returned the favor, her hands finding Vee’s waist and exploring her toned physique. Her angelic body, perfectly crafted over years of training, somehow felt soft and inviting in Amara’s hands. As she slowly explored Vee’s bare skin, her hands inching higher and higher, Vee shifted herself around until she straddled Amara’s lap. She arched her back, her head rolling back as she quietly gasped in excitement, then she reached down to help Amara pull her shirt off entirely.

When she leaned forward again, the feel of Vee’s skin against her made Amara tingle with anticipation. The arousal itself was nothing new—she’d long ago learned to expect a baseline level of horniness at all times—but previously that feeling had been overshadowed by utter exhaustion. Now, with Vee passionately kissing her neck and nibbling her ears again, the excitement of their coming activities began to work its magic. Each breath brought traces of Vee’s arousal, and Amara’s exhaustion began melting away.

Vee shifted further down, kissing Amara’s neck again, then her shoulders. Her lips soon found the tops of Amara’s breasts, still covered by an illusory bra. “I always forget how well-endowed you are until I see you like this,” Vee whispered.

“Do you often see me in my underwear?” Amara asked playfully.

Looking up, Vee smirked quickly before shifting further down, showering Amara’s breasts in tender kisses as she spoke. “Underwear? No, but you’re a succubus. Your weird exoskeleton thing leaves little to the imagination, and you pulled your shirt off when you lost control in Purgatory. Not to mention that little photo shoot you put together for Chloé’s charity.”

“Alright, yeah, that’s fair,” Amara laughed. “Although, you didn’t even see the more risqué pictures I took for that.”

“Didn’t I?” Vee asked, cocking an eyebrow.

“Wait, did you?!” Amara asked, gently running her hands through Vee’s hair.

“I wanted to donate to the fire relief. Though, I never looked at the pictures until recently, once I… y’know, figured things out.”

“Any favorite costumes? I can put on anything you want, love,” Amara said, her lips curling into a devious smile.

“I want you, Amara. No costumes, no pretense, just the amazing girl I fell in love with.” As Vee finished talking, she slid even further down, her lips now grazing Amara’s stomach. The affection diverted all of Amara’s focus, and she bit her lip softly instead of responding.

Vee teased the edge of Amara’s pants again, sliding her fingers back and forth along the hem. After several passes, she unbuttoned them, slowly inched the zipper down, then moved her hands to the back of Amara’s waist before sliding down into her pants. Amara arched her back, giving Vee plenty of room to begin pulling her pants off, but she waited. Instead, Vee allowed herself a moment to gently massage Amara’s ass, holding her tight as she kissed the edges of her panties.

The attention pushed Amara’s arousal even further. She moved her hands away from Vee’s hair, instead grabbing the sheets underneath her so she had something to squeeze and tug while she enjoyed Vee’s relentless teasing.

Eventually Vee took mercy, pulling Amara’s pants off and tossing them aside, where they too vanished in a burst of fire. Vee quickly crawled back on top of Amara, and their lips met once more. Amara kissed her even more passionately, desperate for deeper intimacy after all of Vee’s teasing. She reached down Vee’s waist, finding her pants, and unbuttoned them as quickly as she could. It took much longer for Amara, who was horribly distracted by her aching clitoris, but she eventually pushed through and managed to pull Vee’s pants off.

With one fewer layer of clothing between them, their hips met, and their legs intertwined. The feeling of Vee’s nearly naked body was electric, and Amara moaned aloud in pleasure for the first time that night. Her hips pushed eagerly against Vee’s, both girls running their hands up and down the other’s legs, lingering much longer on their asses as they appreciated each other’s bodies.

Vee reached behind Amara’s back, effortlessly unclasping her bra before pulling it off. Amara’s breasts fell free, and she was so distracted by Vee she nearly forgot to dismiss this article of illusory clothing. As it disappeared in smoke and flames, Vee leaned in and kissed each of Amara’s sensitive nipples, causing her to moan yet again before falling into a quiet routine of eager panting. Amara held Vee’s hair close, treasuring the feel of her love while savoring how good it felt to have her nipples bitten and played with.

In between gasps of pleasure, Amara caught the ever-increasing scent of Vee’s arousal, and finally reached out to begin feeding. Judged purely by the potency of her aura, Amara would normally think Vee was only barely aroused enough to warrant feeding on, but after their prior experience in Purgatory, she knew better. Vee’s angelic nature meant the true extent of her arousal was shrouded in secrecy until Amara started feeding.

Compared to how vibrant Vee’s aura seemed, Amara was shocked at how much arousal there was to feed on. It roiled and sizzled as Amara connected herself, eager to restore her energy and chase away her exhaustion. As strange as it felt to feed on Vee, the energy she received was in no way harmful, just oddly tingly, much the same way spicy food tended to be.

Vee shivered as Amara started feeding. “Fuck, I’ve missed that…”

“My feeding?” Amara asked.

“It’s so warm, it’s like having you inside me…” Vee crawled higher, kissing Amara again. “But we’re not there yet, are we?”

Amara giggled. “Not yet, love. You seem eager to take your time.”

“Can you blame me for wanting to savor every single moment of our first time together?” Another kiss, then Vee carefully maneuvered to whisper into Amara’s ear, “You’re so fucking hot, and I’m ecstatic I get to say that now.”

“Fuck, Vee…” Amara moaned. Unable to hold herself back, she reached behind Vee’s back to undo her bra as well, tossing this one to the floor to join the other non-illusory clothes. They pulled each other close, their naked chests meeting for the first time, making it even more obvious how little separated them now.

“Do you want to know a fun secret?” Vee asked.

“What’s that?”

“Remember when you first fed on me, back in Purgatory? Do you remember what I said I was imagining?”

Amara paused for a moment, her brain protesting her request to think about anything but the naked angel wrapped up in her arms at the moment. “Um… I think you said it was smut or something.”

Vee giggled. “I lied. I was thinking of you.”

“No! Really?”

Vee nodded. “I imagined kissing your soft skin, burying my face between your legs and eating you out while you pinned your legs around my head and came on my tongue.”

“But you said you only figured out your feelings after we went flying!” Amara said, her body growing even hotter after Vee’s confession.

“My romantic feelings,” Vee said. “But Purgatory is when I let myself admit that I found you attractive. I thought it was no big deal, like, of course I’m attracted to a succubus, that’s literally the point. Obviously I was lying to myself, but it all worked out in the end, right?”

Amara surrendered to her body’s urges again, passionately pulling Vee close and deeply kissing her. They only managed a few seconds of grinding against each other before Vee gave up, sliding onto her side and reaching for Amara’s panties. Amara briefly stopped her, not for want of delay, but because it was impossible to hold back her desire to taste Vee’s breasts. The curve of her breasts again highlighted just how physically fit she was, something easy to forget with just a cursory glance. As Amara’s tongue flicked over Vee’s nipples, the angel gasped and froze up, preventing her from undressing Amara. Instead, she ran her hands through Amara’s hair, grabbing tight and holding Amara close, encouraging her to bite even harder as she teased Vee.

Seconds later, Amara’s passion bubbled to the surface and she pulled away from Vee’s breasts, instead cradling her face to kiss her lips instead. Both girls held each other tight as their lips and tongues brushed together, their bodies in perfect sync as they locked their legs together again, now lying side by side.

Vee made the first move, again trying to pull Amara’s panties off, which encouraged Amara to do the same. It took several seconds of creative maneuvering, as they both refused to stop kissing each other, but soon they managed to remove the last of their clothing.

Their legs intertwined, and Amara gasped in excitement as her bare pussy touched Vee’s skin for the very first time. She hiked her leg higher, giving herself better access to tease herself against Vee’s body, and Vee responded by moving a hand to Amara’s ass. She massaged it eagerly, savoring its feel before sliding her hand to Amara’s waist, then her back. As her deft fingers traced small circles on Amara’s shoulders, however, Vee paused and pulled back.

“Vee?” Amara asked. “Are you okay?”

“You’re not all here, Amara,” Vee whispered, peppering in soft kisses as they spoke. “I said I wanted you, without pretense.”

“You mean my horns and stuff? Well, I… I guess I thought they’d get in the way. I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything.”

“Amara, sweetie,” Vee said, grabbing the sides of Amara’s face. “I didn’t fall in love with you in spite of what you are; I fell in love with you. All of you. We’ve spent enough time together that I know how much you like having your true form out.”

Amidst all the excitement and the passion, this quiet moment of genuine thoughtfulness caught Amara off guard. She laughed quietly, even tearing up for a second before kissing Vee and sliding back, crawling off the bed so as to not damage anything. Closing her eyes, she fought the urge to pull forth her true form as quickly as possible. Vee wanted to see everything that she was, and now that Amara was fully naked, this would be her first time truly exposing herself to the love of her life.

With a deep breath, Amara connected to her inner fire. It danced and flickered at her touch, eager to continue feeding and restore its true strength. Hellfire skipped and swirled around her feet, slowly inching higher as if attempting some form of magical striptease. Amara shivered with anticipation as the flames reached her waist, condensing on her low back and leaping back as they revealed her thick, red tail. Moment by moment more of it appeared, growing thinner before finally ending with a sharp, flared point. It eventually curled to rest next to her ankles, and the flames of her transformation continued.

Hellfire passed over her back and thick skeletal structures made of black chitin sprang into existence. They extended up and out, forming the base for a layer of red skin that perfectly matched her demonic tail. Each of the spines ended with a fine point at the bottom, and they all collected into a single talon at the top. Amara flexed her wings eagerly, stretching them out as wide as she could without damaging her walls any further.

Lastly, the flames raced over her head, spawning two thick, black horns that briefly followed the curve of her head before angling up in one final point. Their darkened material glittered in the warm firelight, and in the wake of that illumination, soft red undertones shone though. The wave of hellfire ended just above Amara’s horns, where it briefly condensed into a tight ring of fire. Amara giggled playfully as she made the fire race around, mimicking the beauty of Vee’s halo before finally releasing it altogether.

“Well,” Amara stammered, “this is me. All of me.”

For some reason, exposing herself in this way made her nervous. Despite everything she’d been through with Vee, it was hard to shake the memories all of the times her demonic nature had forced a rift between them.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Vee stood up and said, “You’re beautiful, Amara.” She stepped closer, her hands moving to Amara’s waist before their lips met again. They kissed slowly, passionately as Vee repeated her gentle caress from earlier, only now she had significantly more body to explore. Her soft hands traced around the base of Amara’s tail, tracing small circles further and further back until she found the tip.

Amara then snaked her tail around Vee’s waist and over her shoulders, hugging her tight as Vee’s hands moved to Amara’s wings. She eagerly outlined each of the spines, occasionally squeezing them tight and quietly laughing in excitement. Amara pulled her wings closer, encompassing the two of them, and they kissed again under the soft firelight.

“This was it,” Vee whispered. “This was the moment I fell in love with you. I’ve imagined us on that rooftop so many times, and every time I think about it, I regret not kissing you.”

With a quiet smile, Amara kissed Vee again. “I wish I could say the same. I hate how much it took for me to realize how I felt about you.” Another kiss, this one longer. “Although, in a way… I guess it’s a little romantic that I fell for you in the middle of falling for you.”

Vee snorted with surprise amusement before playfully slapping Amara’s shoulder. “Oh my god, Amara, that’s so stupid,” she said, her laughter growing more intense with each passing second. “You’re the corniest person I’ve ever met, and I love you so much. Now go lie down so I can finally fuck my hot-ass demon girlfriend!”

With a giggle of her own, Amara released Vee from her nest of limbs and walked towards the bed, sitting on the edge with bated breath. “Is that what we are? Girlfriends?”

Closing the distance, Vee placed a gentle hand on Amara’s chest and pushed her backwards. “If that’s okay with you, love.”

“Absolutely,” Amara whispered, stealing another kiss as she laid down. Vee crawled on top of her again, both of them kissing passionately. Amara’s hands eagerly massaged Vee’s legs, appreciating how strong her new girlfriend was, while also taking the opportunity to trace the curve of Vee’s ass. Her tail slid up Vee’s back, holding her tight while patiently rubbing her shoulders in a tender hug, which caused Vee to shiver.

“Ooh, that’s an interesting feeling. You’ve really got a lot of control over that, don’t you?” Vee asked.

“There’s a lot more it can do, love. Want me to show you?”

Vee shook her head. “No, not yet. I want to start with you, so… what do you like?”

Amara cocked her head in confusion. “Vee, I’m a succubus. I like what you like, I enjoy myself the most when your aura is brightest, both from arousal and pleasure.”

“Sorry, that’s not good enough.”

“I-I…” Amara paused. “What do you mean?”

“You think I’m seriously going to accept that my girlfriend exists solely for my pleasure? That you’re incapable of having your own opinions about what feels good and what doesn’t?” Vee leaned in, kissing Amara’s neck before biting her ear and whispering, “Nah, I’m not buying it.”

“Okay, well… what are you thinking? All my experience is based around making other people cum.”

After a quick pause, Vee turned her head and kissed Amara’s tail, which still rested on her shoulders. “Alright, let’s try something. If you don’t think it’s working, we’ll switch it up, but I’m curious.”

Amara nodded. “Whatever you say, I’m happy to give it a shot!”

“For this to work, you’ll have to stop feeding on me. Think you can do that? Or is it an involuntary response when you’re around arousal?”

“No, I can control it.”

Vee smiled. “Great! And remember, I can feel you feeding on me, so I’ll know if you’re cheating.”

Reaching out, Amara grabbed Vee’s hand and nodded nervously. She’d never had sex without feeding on her partner, and pulling her senses away from Vee’s aura felt strange. It was like standing in the middle of a coffee shop and trying not to smell the coffee. Still, she trusted Vee, and that was all she needed.

Without that connection, Amara felt adrift. She was stranded in the middle of an ocean of arousal without a life raft, and she clutched Vee’s hand tight as she started inching down on the bed.