As she approached the door Nikea noticed a tide of darkness creeping over the front room from the direction of the dining room. It seemed that her excessive enthusiasm in spraying demonic cum everywhere was too much for a few paltry rooms to handle. The tide of corruption came as far as the couch, which morphed into black leather fitted with red cushions; then it stopped.
She too paused, at the door; a little hesitant to show herself off now that it came down to it. To prey on another person.
Then the knock came again, harder, together with a vaguely nasty, male voice.
"C'mon Bentley, I know you're in there! You're late with the rent!"
Her lips curled. Her landlord, Daniel "Dan" Sullivan. Putting her hand on her hip, she pulled open her door with the other, disclosing the fat, balding figure, his face twisted in greedy anger. Her sneer deepened as she gazed down at the presumptuous mortal. He hadn't been the worst landlord imaginable, but damn. The rent was only due that morning.
Mr. Sullivan's expression, meanwhile, took on quite a different cast from his impatience. At first his heavy jowls slackened as he gaped, eyes running unbelieving over the salacious curves, red skin, and half-furled wings of the infernal beauty.
"Well, Sullivan?" she asked, feigning boredom. "Is something wrong?"
"N-Nathan Bentley?" he wheezed out. A different hunger than avarice was filtering into his eyes, and she could both see and sense his sexual member stiffening in his pants.
"Mmm, yes... but no." She shifted, folding her arms, pushing up her boobs. "Nikea is my real name."
A horny chuckle bubbled from the landlord's lips. "Man, why didn't you tell me you were a succubus?" He leered. "We could have worked out a much better deal."
"Oh...?"
"I bet you want to suck my cock, don't you?"
Nikea half-lidded her eyes, both amused and disgusted by this wanton self-assurance. "No... but I do have a better idea."
She grabbed him and before he could say "What" she had tossed him onto the leather couch. As he gasped and looked around the partially-transformed room, she slammed the door shut with her tail and stalked over to him, .
"You can suck my cock."
He turned to her, his confidence wiped out completely. "Huh? You have a --?? But succubuses don't --"
"Succubi. And we can have whatever the hell we want." She stood before him, arms akimbo and wings spread, her sneer morphing into a triumphant smirk as the man's wide eyes fixed on the long, shapely member pointed at him. "Nobody's had the Succubus Fruit before and I intend to see just how far my power of lust goes." She lifted a hand to indicate the black stone wall behind the couch and the orgasmic lamp to the before putting it back on her hip. "My cum did this. Now I want to see what it'll do to you."
He shook his head. "B-b-b-buh-but succubuse-er-bi are supposed to feed on cum! You -- you can't --!"
She shook her head. "I 'feed' on your desire, slave. And believe me, it is delicious. But maybe you need some encouragement to fully embrace your inner slut, hmm?"
Her tail whipped around, slipping into his pants. He reached for it, grabbing it, but was unable to stop it as Nikea wrapped it around his still-hard length and squeezed. "Nice and thick," she observed as he gasped, his grip on her tail tightening. "And it feels like you have some hefty balls down there too. Worthy to be my first sacrifice. Now..."
She let go of his cock, and pulled her tail back. Clutching it as he was, Dan was pulled off the couch to land with a yelp on his knees. He let go, catching himself against her legs, his face inches from her scrotum, her cock bobbing above his head, pre-cum dripping into his hair. Her tail tore through his pants, his own member springing erect as his crotch was exposed.
"Oh yessss," she hissed, feeling his breath quickening against her sac as he took in her scent. "That's where you belong, Sullivan; on your knees before your mistress."
"M-mistress..." he mumbled. He lifted his head, blushing as he felt her maleness slide against him, its infernal heat soaking directly into his brain. "No! P-please Bentley... I-I -- don't -- want to..." He licked his lips, struggling between pride and fear on the one hand, and the growing inferno of desire on the other.
"Resistance is sweet, but futile," she said, licking her own lips. She placed her hands atop her boobs. "That hunger in your eyes... so eager for my body... you still want to use me for your own pleasure, don't you? Well..." She slid a hand down, positioning her cock so that the slit brushed his lips. Dan could not stop them from parting, allowing her pre to leak into his mouth. "From now on, servicing me will be your pleasure. Now beg for it, slave."
He blinked, squeezing out tears of frustration. "P-please... d-don't..." She pulled her cock away as he tried to lick it. He moaned, resting his head back against her ballsack, his hands starting to move up and down her thighs. His body trembled, humiliation soaking through him as he felt how powerful she was, standing over him, her dominance oozing over him like her precum.
But he could not deny it. After that one taste...
"If you want it, slave, beg for it!"
He needed more.
"Ye- ye- n-nnnn- YES!" He looked up at her, the conflict in his face washing away under total, abject need. "P-please let me... let me suck..." He swallowed. "Suck you off... mistress."
She pursed her lips, wagging her cock tauntingly. "Suck what? You don't seem very enthusiastic, slave."
He gasped, further saturating himself with her mingled musk. "Y-your cock! Please let me suck your -- your cock!"
"'Please let me suck your cock, Mistress,'" she corrected. "Honestly, Dan. Maybe I should just go find a slut with enough brains to know what they want."
He grit his teeth. Struggled a bit more to resist. Nikea squeezed out another thick bead of precum. Whimpering, he watched it ooze down over her fingers, his mouth burning to taste it.
"P-please! I want to suck your cock Mistress! I-I-I need to taste you! Please!" He was on the verge of crying, hating himself for giving in, but truly afraid she meant her taunts and would leave him wanting. "I-I promise I'll do a good -- the best job! Let me -- let me... Let me have your cum!"
"That's better." She moved her cock back down to his lips. "Now show me how much you love my cock." As he ran his hands over her hips to take the shaft, she moved her hand to pet him; sighing in satisfaction as he slid his lips over her head with another needy whimper. "Good boy..."
With one hand he steadied her length, while his other reverenced her balls. Closing her eyes in bliss, she left off petting him to stroke her breasts. Feeling his eyes on them, hopelessly yearning, as they rose and fell with her measured breaths.
"Ahhh, yesss... such a good, hungry boy..."
She could indeed feel his desire, see it through her eyelids as streams of crimson smoke rising from his flesh, spiraling up through the air before being drawn into her own. As her body devoured his energy, she could feel herself grow more powerful, her aura more compelling. It was every bit as pleasurable as the feeling of Sullivan's mouth and hands caressing her perfection.
Her prey moaned. He could surely feel himself getting weaker -- but the stronger she grew, the more he wanted her. Both of his hands now fondled her balls, or slipped back to timidly caress her pussy; her thick maleness firmly held by his greedy lips, tongue and palate.
She had Sullivan helplessly trapped in a vicious circle -- a delectable spiral that would lead him down past the point of no return in minutes. She began to thrust into his throat, gently at first to let him adjust, holding herself back to prolong this feast.
However -- she clicked her tongue she felt one of his hands leave her balls. Swiftly her tail snapped around, slapping it away from his own straining cock. She opened her eyes a crack, hilting in his mouth as she gazed through her lashes in disappointment.
"Your hands are for pleasuring me, slave," she admonished him. "You will cum from making me cum -- or not at all."
He nodded, eyes watering as the turgid phallus pressed deep into his throat. Feeling his fingers return to cradle her testicle, she relented and pulled back, allowing him to gasp in her scent through his nose.
Finally she judged she had taken all the energy she wanted from him. She knew that she could take everything -- but that would kill him, and he would no longer be around to serve her. Besides, succubus or not, she didn't consider herself evil.
So she let herself go, strumming her fingers across her nipples, her thrusts into his face becoming more insistent. He responded instinctively, his will almost perfectly attuned to hers now, suckling hard and kneading her balls, pushing back into her thrusts so that she could go as deep as she wanted.
Her hands tightened over her nipples, a low moan growing louder as the pressure increased. Until finally, she came, musical ecstasy pouring from her lips; squeezing her breasts in rapture as gouts of white-hot semen burst into her slave's waiting mouth. Almost immediately he came as well, her seed corrupting his final bit of resistance into pleasure at serving her.
She let him swallow a fair amount, to seal her taste in his brain, then pulled out, spraying the remainder of her load over his shirt. He trembled, then collapsed onto his side, completely drained.
"Good slave," she complimented him as he lay twitching on the floor. "Now... let's give you a more pleasing body." She pushed him over onto his back with her foot, then moved to spread between his outstretched legs, hand returning to pump at her unflagging cock, preparing to unleash another load onto his already warping flesh and clothing as she considered how to reshape her first slave.