She thought about it for a while. She had to admit, with some discomfort, that the idea of being a "cum guzzling slut" like Candi no longer seemed so horrible, if it was Aaron's cum. When she thought of him all sorts of lewd thoughts went through her mind, and she didn't want to fight them. What had she become? For all her resistance, was she still a slut in the end?
She did take some solace in the fact that she knew Aaron would respect her. Oh, she was sure that her incubus boyfriend would be up for all sorts of dirty play; she'd seen that much in the sexy grin he'd given her when Reynolds was holding them apart. But he was still the person she'd fallen in love with, still someone who cared for her enough to even put incubus lust aside, if need be. For that kind of person, she decided she didn't mind being a slut. If Aaron wanted to tie her up, dominate her, call her his slutty little succubus...well, she'd probably just whimper and obey his every command. She noticed herself getting horny again at the thought. She was probably going to spend a lot of time horny now that she was a succubus. She knew society would call her a slut for it, but she was starting to think she didn't care.
She got out of the shower, dried off, and walked out of the bathroom to get some clothes, only to bump right into Mark as she came out the door, naked, and send his jaw dropping to the floor. She giggled and smiled at Mark. His flustered reaction to her body was cute. She hadn't gotten out naked to entice him or anything, she'd honestly just forgotten about clothes. Modesty was probably just not second nature to a succubus. Naked felt natural.
She may not want to get Mark in bed like she did Aaron, but suddenly the idea of teasing him seemed...fun. "Something the matter, Mark?" She teased as she blinked innocently. She thought this might be a good time to experiment with focusing her sex aura, and tried to dial it up to maximum and pour it all onto Mark.
"um...uh...um" Was all he could say. Seemed it was working. Stifling a giggle, she stepped closer to him. "Oh my, your face is all red!" she said. "You don't have a fever do you?" She pressed forward and put her hand on his head, and, ignoring all boundaries of personal space, she even brushed her nipples against his shirt, caressing his aura with hers in the process, and noticing that his shirt was unbuttoned, she began to plot how to arrange a little more skin-to-skin.
But Mark stepped back. "I'm fine! I'm fine!" He blurted out. "Jeezus, put some clothes on!"
Sam cracked, bursting out into laughter. "Fine, fine, you virgin." she said as she grabbed a towel and wrapped it around herself
Mark blinked. "You were...teasing me? Since when are you that comfortable with your new body?"
Sam shrugged. "Since I made out with Aaron a bit ago and...well, just gave in. It just didn't seem so horrible as long as I could be with him, and once I let the girly thoughts in, they were in for good. "
Mark looked almost horrified. "and you're just ok with that?"
"Well, yeah."
"So now you're just gonna go the whole nine yards and be like that porn star? I mean, jeezus, you're already prancing around naked!"
"Well...I don't know about that...but, honestly, maybe. I mean porn isn't for me, but what I do in bed with Aaron might put porn stars to shame. I've been thinking about it, and I was troubled at first, but more and more I just don't care. This just feels like me now, and it feels great!"
"But you hated all this just an hour ago! How can you say that? It's this damn disease affecting your mind!"
Sam shrugged. "Maybe. But if that's so, then I already lost that war, and it's just hard to stay mad about it when I got an awesome boyfriend out of the bargain, and when, well, I just feel so sexy!"
Mark shook his head. "This is wrong. No way. No way. I WON'T do it."
"Mark..." said Sam softly.
"Leave me alone." said Mark, and he began to storm out of the room.
"Mark, please, talk to me, or someone."
"I have nothing to say to a slut." were his only words as he slammed the door.