“And you expect me to trust the word of a demon?”
Lily shrugged. “Demonology 102. Any bargain struck with a demon must be adhered to. There is literally no option for betrayal, unless a loophole is found in the argument that the demon can take advantage of.”
“You seem pretty upfront for a demon.”
She grinned. “That goes back to Demonology 101. You see, despite what pop culture would have you believe, lesser demons cannot actually lie.”
“But you pretended to be people I knew.”
“Loophole!” Lily clapped her hands. “You assumed I was those people. It wasn’t until you actually asked me who I was that I had to tell you. And I am still trying to work out how you figured it out.”
“Yeah, well, I have no intention of telling you.”
“Good.” Lily came toward him, the scent of cinnamon filling the air. “The less I know, the better, right?”
Mike shivered. She smelled so good, and her skin looked so soft. “It’s not going to happen.”
“And that’s okay. I can wait. As a matter of fact, I haven’t had this much freedom in years!” She raised her hands and spun in a circle, her wings flaring out dramatically. “Even though it is the Dreamscape, it’s your Dreamscape. It’s nice to see something new. So you can take your time if you want.” Lily walked over to the window and slid it open. “Oh, and just a reminder-it’s just you and me here. Let me know when you’re ready to play ball, and we can move this game forward.” She threw herself out the window, wings spreading wide as she plummeted to the earth, ready to catch the wind before she crashed.
Mike ran to the sill only to see her vanish in the distance. The yard of the house was surrounded by miles of water in every direction.
“Fuck!” Mike slammed his hand into the wall, knocking a section the size of a cabinet door off of the house. The wood paneling and drywall spiraled to the water below, where they folded themselves into a boat and drifted out to sea.
MIKE HATED THE DREAMSCAPE.
Despite being told by Lily that it was just the two of them, after over a week of solitude, his mother was close to physically manifesting. The danger of any dream was that it could go rogue, and after three days of trying to find a way to wake himself up, a broken portion of his mind had decided this was the best course of action.
He tried swimming away, but the ocean simply generated twenty foot waves which dumped him back in the yard. The house and its furniture were useless. He even tried killing himself to wake up, but sharp objects couldn’t pierce his skin, and apparently he could breathe underwater. Even though it was his Dreamscape, clearly Lily had control over what he was allowed to do.
He debated building a trap to summon her back, but he knew absolutely nothing about succubi. Would a stake through the heart do it? Could he trick her into a bargain that he could later break?
If nothing else, time was on his side. He tried keeping notes to himself, but his writing was clumsy, and he couldn’t read anything once he penned it down, the pages of his books switching places once they were closed. His reflection was sporadic at best, one time showing up late to the mirror with its hair all ruffled like he had just gotten it out of bed. Another week passed, and his mother’s presence had developed into an angry mist that followed him around. Luckily, it dispersed when he was out swimming, so he hid out in the front yard.
There was no sun in the Dreamscape. The sky was either bright blue, or dark. Even the stars wouldn’t come out. Without needing to eat or drink, Mike spent most of his time wandering around his tiny island, tuning out the angry hissings of his dead mother by swimming in the ocean. He wondered what Dr. Gorman would make of that.
At the start of the third week, he had had enough. The angry mother mist was starting to gain facial features, and he knew that he would break if her apparition became real. Standing on the edge of the island, he called out to the horizon. “Okay, let’s make a deal!”
“Took you long enough.”
Mike spun around to see Lily, sans wings and tail, sitting in a beach chair sipping on a fruity drink. She wore a red and black bikini, shades, and a wide-brimmed hat. Also, for some reason, she was still in the thigh-high boots.
“Where did you get that?” he asked her, pointing at the drink.
“About two thousand miles that way.” She pointed. “Built myself a beach resort, populated it with some souls of the Damned, made them wait on me hand and foot. Tell me more about this deal, or I am going back.”
“Okay, I-”
You just can’t wait to fuck her, can you! You nasty little weirdo! The mist was swirling around him, shouting from several directions at once.
“Ugh, hold on.” Lily snapped her fingers. A large breeze captured the mist and drove it out to sea. “Yeah, I wondered how bad that would get. Figured you would crack days ago, so hey. Kudos.”
“Thank you. Um.” Mike bit his lip, unsure where to start. “So, you want my soul, which means I die.”
“Yep.” She took a long sip from her drink.
“I don’t want to die.”
“Duh.”
“So, I wondered if we could strike a bargain.”
“Uh-uh. I’m not going to settle for anything less than the complete consumption of your precious soul.” Lily sucked on her straw, frowning when it gurgled at her, her drink depleted. “Fuck.” She tossed the cup to the side. It struck the ground and shattered into a small pile of glass. The shards scurried away, crawling like caterpillars.
“Well, that’s just it. I was thinking maybe we could make a wager. A game of sorts. If you win, I consent. It’s done. No waiting around this shithole for eighty years, for either of us.”
“Meh.” Lily wobbled her hand. “Not that exciting for me. I would rather spend eighty years fucking around with you than playing some dumb game.”
“Well, hold on, you haven’t heard what the game is.” Mike beckoned, and a kitchen chair he had brought outside four days ago slid across the yard and stopped behind him. Lily arched one of her brows. He sat down and crossed his legs casually. “I think we should play a sex game.”
Lily stared at him, mouth open. “Wait, you’re serious? A sex game? With me? Why not just let me fuck you and get it over with?”
“That’s just it. I have to do more than fuck you. I have to come inside of you, don’t I?”
Lily nodded. “And?”
“Well, this is my offer. We agree to some ground rules, and then we fuck. Whoever has three orgasms first loses.”
Lily’s eyes widened, and she laughed. “Oh my God, if my drink hadn’t been empty, that shit would have come right out of my nose. Seriously, an orgasm contest? Do you know who you are talking to? I practically invented orgasms!”
“And I’m willing to bet it’s been awhile since you had one. A good one, anyway.”
Lily stopped laughing. “What makes you say that?”
Mike shrugged. “Just a feeling I get. You suck a few dudes off in their sleep to avoid killing them. I imagine you only get truly satisfied when you can fuck someone who doesn’t die on you when they blow their load.”
“Oh, you’re funny. This is too good!” Lily clapped her hands. “This actually sounds like fun! I can picture the stupid look on your face, the one you will have when you are coming in my mouth, knowing that you’ll die when you are finished.”
“So what is your counteroffer? If I win, what can you put on the table?”
“Why bother? You can’t win.” Lily stretched, her belly tightening up, revealing her muscles. “Oh, wow, this is too good. A mortal challenging me to a fuck off.”
“But what do I get?” Mike pressed. “If I win, what are you offering?”
“I’m sure you want to live. We could do that.”
“Nope, not good enough. You let me live, you could easily pull this shit tomorrow night, and then this whole mess starts over again.”
“Ooh, look at you, catching the obvious? Ok, Romeo, what do you want?”
; “Equivalent exchange. My soul is on the line, so I think it’s only fair that I get yours.” Mike smirked. “If I win, I get your soul. I can’t devour it or anything, so it, and you, will belong to me.”
“What makes you think I’m for sale?”
“The Society sent you, but I get a hunch that you’re not some hired hand. This isn’t just for fun either. Your offer to live an entire lifetime with me is far too generous, and the fact that you built yourself a vacation resort inside my brain, or wherever the hell we are tells me that you are trying to enjoy yourself before reporting back. If I win, you belong to me, in whatever manner I see fit. What do you say to that?”
Lily snorted. “This is seriously the dumbest... I honestly don’t see...” She muttered to herself, casting a wary eye at Mike. Mike knew she was searching for the catch, trying to figure out how he intended to beat her. “Hmm. I don’t peg you for an idiot. You are either dumb, desperate, or both.” Her lips spread into an eerie grin. “Fine. A contest to see who can give the other three orgasms first.”
“That’s right. If I have three orgasms before you do, starting now, you win. You get my soul. If you have three orgasms before I do, starting now, you belong to me. We have to give each other opportunities to get each other off-free use of each other’s bodies as long as it is sex-related. It’s just my soul versus your, well, equivalent. Fair?” Mike stuck out his hand, trying to keep it steady. He had no idea what he was getting into, but he had to try.
“Deal.” Lily took it, and thunder rumbled in the distance. Her lips formed a crooked grin. “Starting now.” She yanked on Mike’s arm and pulled him against her chest, hugging him close. Her arms tightened around him, her mouth finding his. Her lips were soft and full, and her tongue slid along his, tasting just like cinnamon. Just then, her wings reappeared.
Mike slid his arms to her lower back and his hands bumped into the base of her tail. “That thing freaks me out a little,” he admitted, breaking away.
“Pshh. Deal with it.” Lily pushed him on his back. He landed on a bed made of stone and grass. The succubus crawled toward him, grinning. “Even though you’re going to die, there’s no reason we can’t have a little fun.” Her nails were suddenly razor sharp, and she ripped Mike’s pants off of him, revealing his erect cock. She loosened and removed her bikini top, her large breasts bouncing free. Her nipples were dark pink, almost red. “Let’s see what you think of this.” She trapped Mike’s cock between her tits.
“No fucking way!” Sudden warm pressure from two sides pressed in on him. Lily licked her lips and drooled openly onto the head of his cock while she massaged her own breasts. His dick slid freely between them now. Lily held him in place by wrapping her breasts up in her arms, then lifting her whole body and shoving down on him. His cock ached with every delicious push.
“What do you think?” Lily asked, winking. Every time the head of his dick appeared, she licked it delicately, teasing the hole in its tip.
“It feels great, but not as good as butt fucking a goblin.”
Lily paused, her mouth going slack. “A goblin? You seriously fucked a goblin?”
“It’s a long story. Now flip over so I can eat you out.”
“You’ll try.” Lily spun around. Her long legs were now on both side of his head, and her bikini bottoms disappeared, her pussy inches from his face. Her hole smelled like cinnamon too, her labia swollen and ready.
Mike traced the back of her thighs until his fingers touched the top of her boots. “Can you take these off?”
“I could, but I’ll just tell you it would be a waste of time.” Lily informed him. “None of my erogenous zones are in my legs. Now, if it will help get you off...”
“Leave them on.” He teased Lily’s cunt with his fingers instead, surprised at how wet she already was. She had taken the head of his cock in her mouth and was jacking him off frantically with her tits. He felt that familiar pressure building inside, but was easily able to will it away. She was going to have to try a lot harder to impress him. Teasing the skin over her clit, he then pulled her hips toward his face, gently licking her folds.
“Are you going to do something back there?” Lily chastised, sitting down fully on his face. “Be more aggressive. I at least want to enjoy myself.”
Mike had difficulty responding, his face smothered by succubus pussy. She tasted just like she smelled, and she was now massaging his balls with her free hand, just barely dragging her nails along the skin beneath, coaxing more pre-cum out of his cock. She was slurping noisily now, putting on a show for his senses, and Mike could feel his orgasm building.
“Fuck,” he muttered into her pussy, sucking on her lips and finger fucking her. Lily let out a couple of cute, high-pitched moans that somehow seemed patronizing. She clearly didn’t want a patient, loving touch like the women of his home, but was going to need something more. He worked his fingers into her, getting them nice and wet.
“That isn’t bad, but I’ve had a lot better... shit.” Lily clearly felt the softening in his dick at her words. “Apparently treating you badly isn’t going to help me, huh? A lot of guys like that.”
“I’m not a lot of guys,” Mike told her, withdrawing his fingers. Finding her clit with his mouth, he then sucked on it, pulling it as far into his mouth as he could and shoving two fingers into her ass.
“Oh fuck!” Lily pushed back against him, her tail arching up above her back. “Oh, that feels so good!”
“You like it rough, don’t you?” Mike pushed his fingers in as far as they would go, using his other two to tickle her folds. Lily resumed sucking his cock through her tits, little moans of pleasure causing his shaft to vibrate. He tensed up, forcing his orgasm farther back, sucking harder on her clit. Moving his hand back and forth, he felt tiny spasms run through her hips and her tail twitched violently.
Holy fuck, that tail. Up close, the segments were smooth like metal, and dark like ebony. The stinger itself wasn’t so scary up close, but he was very wary of the smooth tip, wondering what other strange venoms it contained.
“More. I need more,” Lily said, releasing his cock. She backed up, crawling until her face was level with Mike’s, her pendulous breasts hanging just over his forehead. Her lips met his, and they kissed upside down, Lily playfully biting his lip. “Let’s see how you handle the main event.”
Shoving hard with her feet, she did a handstand above him, then rotated her body so that she landed gently on his waist, legs folded back. Moving her hips forward, she grabbed Mike’s cock from behind, then aimed it toward her pussy. Winking, she moved back, sighing when Mike filled her up.
“Oh God, your dick is so big.” Planting her hands on his chest, she shifted her hips, sliding Mike’s dick along the back wall of her pussy. “Oh, shit!”
Moving back, Mike could feel the head of his cock press into her, sinking deeper. Just as he bottomed out, a pair of lips kissed his glans. Eyes widening, he jerked his hips as the mouth inside of Lily gave him a lick, then suckled on the head of his cock. “How? Oh fuck!”
Lily had pinned him to the bed, rocking back and forth, her breasts waving in his face. She was gasping now, grinding her cunt into him, a wet trail of her fluids covering his pubes. Her wings fluttered behind her while she bounced above him. She crossed her arms across her breasts to hold them still and picked up her pace.
“Oh yes! Oh yes!” She moved frantically now, rolling her hips.
In awe, Mike grabbed onto her, pulling her tightly against him, forcing his way ever deeper. He could see it in her eyes, that unfocused look, and knew she was getting close. This was going to be way easier than he thought.
“Fuck!” Lily hopped off of him and turned to grab the railing at the foot of the stone bed. “Quick, fuck me from behind!”
“My pleasure.” Mike sat up and moved behind her. Her tail coiled around his waist, pulling him tight against her body. Smiling at how well this was already going, Mike grabbed onto her hips and drove himself deep into her.
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bsp; “Oh, shit, more! Fuck me more!” Lily let out little squeals of delight with every thrust, and Mike moved faster, feeling his own orgasm start to build. Willing it back, he knew that if he could just get her to come, he might be able to trigger a second orgasm. For all her talk, Lily wasn’t putting up nearly the fight he had expected.
“Yeah, you like that, don’t you?” Mike grabbed her hair and yanked her head back. She yelped, tilting her head.
“Harder, pull harder!”
Mike obliged, watching her ass twitch beneath him. He slid a finger into her butt, and Lily cried out.
“Oh, that feels so good!” She turned her head to face him. “In fact, it feels so good that I think you would like it too.”
“Huh?” That’s when Mike felt something tracing delicate circles on his buttocks—the end of her tail. It stroked the crease of his ass, then moved farther down. “No, wait, that’s not my thing!”
“I beg to differ. You say it isn’t your thing out of some misbegotten fear that it makes you gay or weird. You certainly had no problem doing it to me, and I can tell you from experience that assholes are built the same, no matter your gender. Besides, a succubus can tell what a person will sexually enjoy, no matter how much they protest. It’s part of our magic. Don’t worry, Romeo, I’ll be gentle.” The tip of her tail circled his asshole, then nudged forward. Mike gasped, realizing that the tail was coated in some sort of cool gel, allowing it to slide effortlessly into his butt, the thick, rounded stinger pulsating pleasurably against his prostate. Mike took several deep breaths, reaching back to feel where he had been penetrated.
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