Lara marched down the stairs to the bottom of the classroom and moved over to three boys who were chatting with each other. She smiled, irises flashing pink as she used a quick magic boost to make her breasts unnaturally bouncy while shrinking her bra to push them closer together and higher up. It obviously worked as all three boys suddenly stopped talking to stare at Lara and her girls. Boldly she took a desk and rotated it around to face all three of them and giving them a good show too. "Hello boys, looks like you're short one man. I hope you don't mind if a woman fills the space," she cooed, already knowing what they would say. "I'm Lara," she said reaching out her hand.
"Reid," the first replied, offering a hand. He was average height, blonde, blue-eyed, and athletic. He didn't have any particular build, likely the kind of guy who engaged in regular sports but not focusing on them; the type that would play soccer one year, then try cross country, and then baseball. He didn't so much want to play sports so much as he just wanted to experience them. He gripped her hand firmly but warmly, likely out of habit than anything else.
"Tyrone," the second chimed in taking her hand. He was a black man, tall and all upper body. "I'm a linebacker on the football team," he continued, trying to impress her with his athleticism. "You know, you should come to our games some time. I'll save you the best seats," he grinned. He held her hand like she was glass and he was afraid of breaking her. Lara smirked to disguise her irritation. This was the kind of man she loved to break. He was so egotistical, so arrogant, and narcissistic, the kind that assumed himself to be god's gift to women and made certain to let everyone know. To think he could somehow break a succubus, what a laugh.
"A pleasure," she cooed, "And you are," she pressed, looking to the last kid. He was an average looking guy, cute but not like Reid. He was a little short for his age, had neat dark hair, brown eyes and glasses that screamed "IT Tech." He shyly looked up, having been doodling in his notebook while she fraternized with the others.
"J-John," he stammered, slowly offering his hand. Lara smiled, making a point of grabbing his hand in her own. She loved guys like this, guys like Jethro. They were nice guys, nervous but respectful and begging for attention. They weren't clingy like women, but when a girl paid attention to them, they loved it, coveted it, and never took it for granted. They were also Alpha males waiting to come out. All John needed was a dominant woman to submit to him, then he'd feel like he was on top of the world. She would have all manner of fun with him, breaking him down and building him up again. She took his hand in hers, taking care to caress his skin.
"You have wonderful hands," she smiled, narrowing her eyes lustily. "So soft, yet firm, and strong. I bet you really know how to handle a woman." She could feel Reid and Tyrone staring, noticing how she only paid special attention to John.
"A-ah, n-not really," John blushed, allowing her to hold his hand.
"Oh, I'm sure you do," she smirked. "In fact, I hope to become intimately familiar with all your talents... perhaps once this class is over?" she asked looking at the other two who seemed enraptured by her tits.
"Uh... maybe we should focus on the project," John insisted, pulling his hand away.
"Oh, of course, you're right John," she relented. "Business before pleasure after all," she concluded, satisfied by the smell of male arousal all around her. Deciding to increase the sexual tension she let loose a wave of feminine pheremones, making the men tent all the more. They finished up their projects just to have Professor Brahms call on their group to present first. Being the nerd amidst the jocks, John was drafted into presenting, nervously standing upright to share the group's work with the class. Lara looked back towards Jethro, the young man looking at her rather uneasily. She could only assume the Venus Three were giving him a hard time, so she simply smiled and winked at him.
The projects went quickly, each group presenting competantly so that it took less time than was alotted, encouraging Professor Brahms to dismiss the class early. "Men's locker room, five minutes," Lara said to the three men as she turned and left. She met up with Jethro to let him know she'd be a little while and then ducked into the men's locker room, passing from the toilet section and into the actual locker section as separated by a curtain. It wasn't long before John, Reid, and Tyrone showed, each showing various levels of confidence. Lara smiled, seeing their pants sporting erections. She parted her lips and licked her teeth seductively. "Go into the shower room and strip," she instructed. The three walked past her, Lara sending a little spell into John. After a few minutes and a bit of babble the three finally presented themselves. Tyrone was obviously a player, strutting out first and looking as though he were modelling for a runway. Lara couldn't complain. He had the mass and the muscle. He wasn't exaggerating, but his confidence irked her, as he looked her up and down like she was an 8 oz steak. Reid followed, looking a bit stiff as though he didn't know what to do with himself, but not wanting to appear embarrassed. Lara looked him up and down, eyes coming to rest on his erection and cocking an eyebrow. The simple gesture filled him with pride, bringing a smile to his face and relaxing his tense muscles. Finally John came out, covering his junk with his hands and seeming to waddle over next to the other two. He didn't have much in the way of muscle, especially compared to the hulking mass that was Tyrone, but he was cute, and his dick... well, Lara's magic enhanced that.
"Don't be shy, John, let me see," she encouraged, the other looking at her with terror in his eyes. "Show me yours and I'll show you mine," she smirked. He swallowed hard, removing his hands to reveal a foot long member with heavy hanging balls. "Oh, wow, John... where have you been hiding that big boy," she cooed, sashaying up to him to stroke his glans absent-mindedly.
"How the fuck-" Tyrone gaped, seeing how John had successfully outclassed the other two by a significant margin.
"Now let's see... who should I fuck first?" Lara muttered, walking along the line of men standing at attention. She stopped at Tyrone, the other making a face as though to say 'yeah I know you want me first.' Lara smiled, grabbing his hand and leading him forward a step before stopping. "John," she called suddenly, Tyrone's smile turning to a frown. "You presented our project, so you get me first."
"M-me...?" he huffed as she turned to square up to him. She flashed him a lusty smile and nodded slowly as she tip toed forward. She lifted up her shirt first, then popped her bra, then dropping her skirt and panties to the ground. She grabbed his dick, giving it a slight squeeze before leaning in next to his ear.
"I want you, John. I want you to fuck my pussy, and fill me with your seed," she whispered. His erection twitched in response. "I know you want me," she continued, placing her hands up around his shoulders and leading him away from the lineup. "Lay down," she instructed. He obeyed, laying down on the cold tile floor. She straddled him, licking her lips as she took hold of his dick and lined it up with her pussy. "I've never taken anything this big before," she whispered, "I hope it all fits." She was lying of course. Jethro might not have remembered it but she had increased his size to twelve inches and beyond. Yet it was almost always after they had a long bout of sex and she wanted to really stretch herself out. Still, if it was one thing that got a man going, it was being told that he was the biggest, and that he may actually be too big. She lowered herself on to him slowly, his glans parting her lips as he plunged into her deep pussy. She stretched, feeling her organs shift and move as they allowed her womb to rise up into her chest cavity. He moaned, her magic being the only thing that kept him from coming. Finally she bottomed out, his balls hitting the underside of her ass. "Oh, John, you're stretching me so much! I can't wait to feel you cum!" she exclaimed, leaning forward and thrusting up and down on him. He moaned, having already reached climax but now just waiting for her magic to let up. Reid and Tyrone stared, the former uncertain of what to do with the latter was stroking his cock in the general direction of the big titted, red headed succubus.
She moaned and sighed, whimpered and whined until finally it was too much. She felt herself climax, instantaneously releasing the magic suppressor on John allowing him to shoot his ropes of semen inside her. She shivered, laying down on John. "Oh, John," she cooed, him looking up at her with uncertainty but obviously pleased. "You're the best. In fact, I think I want more," she smirked. No magic was necessary, seeing this girl want him again made him rock hard again as she once again bounced up and down on her partner.
"Shit, you can multi-task can't you?" Tyrone grinned, moving forward to ram his cock into her mouth. She grimaced, poking his flesh just beneath his abs. In a flash, Tyrone went from full staff to flaccid. "Wh-what the fuck?!" he shouted, stroking to try and get his erection back. "What the hell did you do?"
"You think you're all that don't you Tyrone? Like you're entitled to whatever bitch will take you? I'm not some high school groupie airhead that will fuck you because you're some hotshot football coach's pet. You fuck me when I say you can, or else, you'll be impotent for the rest of your damn life. Now stand over there and wait for me. I'll fix you once I'm good and ready," she sneered.
He stepped backward as he was told, Reid looking at him with confusion and worry. He knew not to mess with Lara now, and any thought of him having any say in this was dispelled. Lara closed her eyes, moaning again as she and John once again came to climax. John cried out in pleasure, feeling the cum explode from his shaft. He huffed, satisfied but tired. Lara kissed him on the cheek. "Oh, John... so good. But what do you say we give someone else a turn," she smiled, giving him a playful lick on the nose. He frowned, obviously wanting more but understanding he had to share. "Don't worry, I'm not done with you yet," she reassured him as he stood up. "Keep that nice dick good and hard for me." He nodded, stepping back to tend to her instruction as she called Reid over who took John's place.
"Hm... you sure are a treat," she smiled, licking her lips. "You want inside me?"
"Y-yes mistress," he stammered, erection twitching with anticipation.
"Good answer," she smiled, slamming her ass down on his pelvis.
"Oh, shit!" he yelped, the sudden motion slamming his glans against her cervix.
"Ooh... I love that reaction," she cooed as she bounced rapidly up and down on Reid's member, going at him like a jackhammer. "John has size, but you have endurance don't you?" she teased, increasing her speed to inhuman proportions. "So if I'm going to make you cum... I really gotta go fast," she smirked as he came practically on command. "There you go, baby, your first round. Oh, you're so hot and thick. I can feel you coating my insides," she cooed, rubbing her belly hungrily. "But I'm never happy with just one round. So... you got more in you?"
He nodded rapidly, obviously wanting more. "How about we add in a little more fun? John, put it here," she smiled, reaching back to spread her cheeks. John looked at her asshole that twitched with anticipation.
"B-but... won't that hurt?" he protested.
"No, John, not for me. I can handle it. Now come on... don't leave us hanging," she encouraged. John swallowed, the thought of doing anal both arousing and foreboding, but he remembered that Lara was the dominant one and so with great care he pressed his member against her rectum and pushed. She gave way easily, gasping as he plunged balls deep into her anus.
"Oh, shit I'm sorry," he gasped. She paid no head but began thrusting, her tight ass and pussy squeezing down on Reid and John, their dicks seeming to feel the other inside her.
"So good, so good," she gasped in pleasure as the other two moaned. "Come on boys, just a little more, just one more," she cried. It wasn't long before the two were cumming deep inside her again. She sighed, falling forward onto Reid, her breasts pressing against his face. "Thank you boys, that was... amazing," she sighed as she raised up off of them. The two slumped behind her, sexually exhausted. She grinned, looking at Tyrone who had given up on trying to get it up again, instead looking at her like a dejected soul. She grinned, fingering him to come close. "Finally your turn big boy," she teased. He happily strutted forward, though feeling a bit more humble this time. She knelt down, taking in his manhood. "Now let's see what this guy can do," she whispered, leaning forward and kissing the head of his dick. Like a race horse out the gate he went from flaccid to hard to climax within an instant, the mere act of her kissing his flesh led him to explode all over her face.
"Oh, wow, what the fuck?" Lara chastized, Tyrone suddenly looking thoroughly embarrassed. "That's it? Just from one little kiss and you can't even manage that? And I thought John was the virgin," she scolded. Tyrone was at a loss for words, unable to explain anything that had just happened and feeling like a failure. "Well, I tell you what boys this little session has certainly taught me a lot about you all. I can now say with no uncertainty who the real men are." She stood up, wiping Tyrone's fluids from her face and washing them down the nearby sink. "Seriously, Tyrone, I expected more from you, and will expect more in the future." At the mention of the future, Tyrone perked up a bit, looking at Lara as she paid him a teasing wink. "As for now, well, I plan to enjoy this weekend. If you do too, my room is 311 in Love Hall. If I'm not there, I'll probably be in 312 fucking someone's brains out. Now go on. I need to get dressed for lunch and would rather not have all of you lingering," she waved. John and Reid collected their clothes and dressed haphazardly to leave while Tyrone lagged behind, likely in a fog about what had just happened.
"Miss Lara, I'm... I'm sorry about all that," he mumbled, looking down at the gorgeous girl with embarrassment. "I didn't mean to get in your face like that."
"Oh, but Tyrone, I know you did. You're an alpha male, breeding with good stock is your instinct. But here's the thing," she smiled, standing upright. She stretched, her whole stature increasing, horns pushing out from her temples as her ears poked through her hair and her body seemed to grow, dwarfing the man before her. He stared up at her, dumbfounded and terrified that she had grown so tall, his head now level with the underside of her massive tits. "I'm not breeding stock," she smiled. "I'm a Succubus, and you're my pet. That macho domination won't work with me. I'm the master, and you... you're breeding stock. Do you understand?"
"Y-yes, ma'am," Tyrone shivered, trying not to lose his mind.
She cupped a finger under his chin, encouraging him to look up into her pink eyes as she bent down to his level. "Don't worry my pet, you'll get plenty of chances to redeem yourself. I'll even let you fuck as many women as you want. Your Alpha characteristics can serve some purpose for me, but if you ever try to subvert my will again, it will not end well for you. Now go," she ordered. He gathered what remained of his clothes and left, staggering a bit as he tried to leave. "Oh, and Tyrone," she called after him, the other turning slightly, a look of fear in his eyes. "Welcome to the Adonis club," she smiled, returning to her original stature. He simply nodded and left.
"Now then," she muttered to herself, using magic to redress. "Let's see what fun is on the schedule for tonight."