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  A Succubus for Valentine’s Day

  And Other Tales of Perilous Pleasure

  By M.E. Hydra

  Table of Contents

  A Succubus for Valentine’s Day

  Initial Infiltration

  Succubus Summoning 101

  Puffed Up

  The Spiders of Thomisoidus

  Delivery Special Soap

  Knight vs. Succubus

  Interrocution

  Crushed Between Her Breasts

  Venus of the Red Lights

  The Soul Worm

  Foam Shower

  A Summer Dance with a Succubus

  A Succubus for Valentine’s Day.

  Peter Kurtzberg couldn’t resist taking a look, just a quick peek over the cubicle wall.

  Bobbi Ross was very pretty. She had a heart-shaped face that glowed with warmth and whenever she smiled, which was often, her blue eyes sparkled like precious stones. Her naturally blonde hair was cut short in a cute little bob.

  If he was sure she wasn’t looking, Kurtzberg liked to run his gaze along the trim lines of her body, wishing it was his hands rather than his eyes roaming over her curves. She was dainty, but also athletic and well-toned. He knew she worked out regularly at the gym.

  Bobbi always got plenty of cards and flowers on Valentine’s Day. There, amongst the other cards and smaller bouquets, was the gigantic floral arrangement Kurtzberg had sent her. It had cost a lot of money, but Kurtzberg didn’t mind. It was a display of appreciation he’d never be able to give her in person.

  He’d like to. God knows he’d pictured the moment, dreamed about it, fantasised even about telling her how much he truly loved her.

  He could never do it.

  In his dreams she said “yes” and there followed a whirlwind of candlelit dinners, expensive hotels and long lazy nights together in bed.

  In his nightmares she laughed in his face and he woke up feeling like a bug smashed under a rock.

  No, he knew he’d never be able to withstand that rejection.

  It was just a silly dream.

  This was better.

  He wondered if she fantasised about the identity of her secret admirer. Kurtzberg hoped his gift brought as much joy to her as the sight of her every day in the office brought to him.

  * * * *

  “Aw, that’s so sweet,” Bobbi said as she opened and read the card that came with the large flower arrangement.

  “And quite impressive,” Greg David said. The single rose he’d bought her made him feel rather…small in comparison.

  “Is that a note of envy I detect there?” Bobbi laughed.

  “Nah, I got a card from the tall blonde in the mailroom,” Greg said. “You know, the one with the great rack.”

  He laughed as Bobbi slapped him on the arm.

  “Teaser, I should take away your sex privileges for that,” Bobbi said.

  “So, are you going to reveal your mysterious admirer?” Greg asked. “Is he some tall, dark, handsome hunk I’ll have to battle to the death in order to win back your affections?”

  “Hardly,” Bobbi smiled. “It’s Peter.”

  “Kurtzberg?”

  They both looked over to the cubicle where the office statistician made his home. A pale round face with spectacles ducked down behind the divider like a mole going down its hole.

  “Kurtzberg,” Greg laughed.

  “It’s sweet really. He thinks I don’t know. He’s had a crush on me ever since I first arrived at the office.”

  “And he’s never said anything?”

  “Oh god no. Thank goodness.”

  “So no desire to succumb to the ardent desires of the moleman then?”

  Bobbi pulled a face. “Please.”

  * * * *

  “Looks like you’ve got an admirer this year,” the mail lady said as she placed a small package onto his desk.

  Kurtzberg looked at the small box. It looked suspiciously like a gift.

  Kurtzberg didn’t get gifts, especially not on Valentine’s Day.

  Puzzled, he picked up the box. It was wrapped in dark red shiny paper and topped with a little pink bow. Now who could this be from? Bobbi?

  Kurtzberg’s heart picked up a few beats.

  No, surely not.

  “Whoa, stop right there.”

  Kurtzberg inwardly winced when he heard Jacob Pak’s voice.

  “Is that an actual Valentine’s Day gift?” Jacob continued. “Someone actually sent you a Valentine’s gift? Hey everyone, look at this. Kurtzberg’s got a secret lover.”

  Just leave me alone, Kurtzberg thought. He put on a forced smile as his co-workers crowded the cubicle wall.

  “Now that’s someone who knows what a proper Valentine’s gift should be,” Bettie Lee said, her pasty round face leaning over the cubicle wall. “I’ll take yummy chocolates over flowers any time.”

  “C’mon, don’t keep us in suspense,” Greg said.

  Reluctantly, Kurtzberg tore away the red paper to reveal a plain black box.

  “Not chocolates,” Bettie said wistfully.

  Kurtzberg took the lid off the box. Inside was a square black stone about the size of his hand. There was an inscription engraved into the surface, but the letters were so worn Kurtzberg couldn’t read them.

  He turned the stone over. On the other side was a carving of a ferocious looking female demon with horns, wings and a tail. The artist had over-emphasised her breasts and vagina.

  What was it, Kurtzberg thought, some kind of fertility fetish?

  “What an ugly thing,” Bobbi said. “Why would anyone send that as a Valentine’s gift?”

  “Kurtzberg mate, I know you’re desperate, but try to steer clear of the nutjobs,” Jacob said.

  Kurtzberg ignored him. There was a card on the bottom of the box. On the cover was a picture of a sexy cartoon devil. She was smiling as she pulled an overweight and balding man towards her by his tie.

  “What does it say?” Bobbi asked.

  Kurtzberg opened it and read the card aloud.

  “The stone is a succubus tablet. According to myth it bestows erotic dreams on whoever owns it. Sweet dreams.”

  The handwriting was elaborate and feminine. Kurtzberg didn’t recognise it. Underneath was the red lipstick imprint of a full pair of lips.

  “Sounds like the perfect present for Kurtzberg,” Jacob said. “As the only place he’s ever going to get any…” He tossed it up.

  “Is in his dreams.” Greg delivered the smash.

  “Bada-boom,” Jacob said,
high-fiving Greg.

  Fucking jerks, Kurtzberg thought, his face burning.

  * * * *

  Kurtzberg had a backlog of data to work through, so he didn’t get round to leaving the office until after seven. The bars he drove past were already filling up with happy couples.

  Kurtzberg went home to his cold, dark flat. The terms of his lease meant he couldn’t even keep a pet. There was nothing and no one to greet him as he opened the front door and walked through into his living room. He slumped down into his armchair.

  He wasn’t going to wallow in self pity.

  It never achieved anything. He’d figured out years ago the world wasn’t fair. People weren’t all the same. Not everyone could be athletic, good looking or smart. You could waste your life moping over what fate had failed to bestow on you, or you could make the best of what you had and get on with it.

  Days like Valentine’s Day were tough though. Out there he knew happy couples were staring lovingly into each other’s eyes at romantic, candlelit dinners. All he had to look forward to was a microwave dinner in front of the TV.

  He wasn’t going to wallow in self-pity.

  Kurtzberg looked down at the succubus tablet, his ‘gift’.

  Kurtzberg had accepted his own limitations and learned to live with them a long time ago. Was it too much to ask for people—people that took their own genetic good fortune for granted—not to remind him of them at every fucking opportunity?

  He wasn’t going to…

  Fucking Valentine’s Day.

  Kurtzberg threw the tablet across the room.

  It didn’t strike the far wall.

  “Hey! Be careful. That’s my calling card.”

  The tablet hadn’t hit the wall because a petite girl had stepped out of the shadows and caught it. She was wearing an old fashioned telegram delivery girl’s costume. Her long red hair spilled out from beneath a little peaked cap. The face beneath was pale and delicate, elfin almost. Her face might be delicate, but Kurtzberg couldn’t fail to notice the way her uniform strained to cover her ample bosom.

  “Who are you?” Kurtzberg asked. “What are you doing here?”

  How had she got into his flat?

  The elfin-faced girl smiled.

  “I’m here to deliver your Valentine’s Day present,” she said. “Me.”

  She started to unbutton her uniform, revealing the inviting chasm of her cleavage beneath.

  Was this a continuation of Jacob and Greg’s practical joke? Kurtzberg thought. Had they hired a tart to inflict further humiliation on him? Were they outside right now, waiting for the most incriminating moment to burst in, camera phones at the ready?

  Then the girl stepped forward and Kurtzberg knew Jacob and Greg—or any other human agency—couldn’t be responsible.

  The horns—little red nubs protruding from her forehead—were noticeable, but it was her eyes that gave her away as something not of this world. They were perfect black orbs. Staring at them was like staring through two peepholes into the abyss.

  Kurtzberg gasped and crawled back into his chair.

  “No, please don’t be afraid,” she pleaded, holding out her hands in an attempt to show she meant no harm. Her vulnerability plucked at Kurtzberg’s heartstrings.

  “Are you a demon?” Kurtzberg asked. He couldn’t believe he was asking the question.

  The girl nodded coyly. She raised the folded points of two bat wings up above her shoulders and reached behind her to present him the end of a slender red tail.

  He couldn’t be seeing this. She couldn’t be real.

  There was a long pause. Kurtzberg stared at the demon, every muscle tense with fear. She stood there with her tail in her hand, looking strangely pure and innocent, like a shy schoolgirl.

  “Are you going to kill me?” Kurtzberg asked.

  The girl momentarily looked stunned. Then she broke out into an open-faced smile.

  “No,” she laughed, “whatever gave you that idea.”

  “Um, you’re a demon. Isn’t that what you do?”

  The girl laughed again. “Silly. That’s lies spread by the other side. They never want you to have any fun.”

  “And you do?”

  “Oh yes. Lots and lots of fun.”

  While they were talking the girl had slowly walked forwards until she stood right in front of Kurtzberg. She smiled mischievously at him and slowly popped the buttons of her uniform. Underneath she was wearing a sexy red bra with frilly white trim. Her breasts were considerably larger than Kurtzberg would have expected from a girl of her slim build.

  During their conversation Kurtzberg had managed to crawl so far back into the chair his bum rested about halfway up the back rest. Both his feet were currently standing on the seat.

  “I don’t bite,” the girl said. She gently grabbed his ankles and pulled him back down to a more natural sitting position.

  Her scent drifted over him like a cloud. Kurtzberg didn’t have much of a clue when it came to perfume, but it smelt nice and he felt his heart pick up a few beats. She didn’t seem all that threatening he supposed, more like a cartoon of a demon than a real actual demon.

  A very cute cartoon, Kurtzberg thought, looking over her trim body. She had removed her uniform and was down to her bra and silky red panties. Her flesh was pale and smooth, like flawless marble.

  “Do you like what you see?” she asked, giving her full chest a little wiggle.

  “You’re beautiful,” Kurtzberg said.

  “Oh thank you,” the girl said. She stepped into the chair until she was straddling Kurtzberg. She bent over, giving him a close-up view of the lush valley between her breasts, and lightly kissed him on the forehead. The touch of her soft lips sent sparks crackling under his skin.

  He was dreaming. That had to be it. He’d pushed himself so hard at work he’d fallen asleep as soon as he’d collapsed into the chair.

  The girl sat down in his lap and ground her hips against him. She smiled and wiggled the top half of her body.

  What a dream, Kurtzberg thought. He felt his cock jump to life in his trousers.

  The girl winked and reached behind her back to unhook her bra. Her pale pink breasts fell unfettered before him and bounced hypnotically. He couldn’t look away from them as she wiggled in his lap.

  “Who sent you?” Kurtzberg asked in wonderment. This was the best gift he’d ever received.

  “Shh,” the girl said, putting a finger on his lips. “Don’t you know it’s bad luck to ask where a Valentine’s gift came from.”

  The girl stepped off him. She twirled her body, swinging her hips in a sultry dance. Still smiling she hooked her fingers—the fingernails were black and shiny like the carapaces of beetles, Kurtzberg noticed—around the elastic of her panties. Her hips gyrated and the panties were sent spinning to the floor.

  She was naked.

  At first she teased Kurtzberg, keeping her legs tight together so Kurtzberg couldn’t see the treasures hidden between them. Then they slowly came apart, revealing the smooth, hairless labia of her pussy. Her slender tail came up between her legs and the arrowhead tip lightly ran between the pale folds of her flesh.

  She jumped back into his lap and ground her naked crotch against him with smooth thrusts of her hips. Kurtzberg gasped as he felt her grind against his erect cock. His underpants and trousers felt painfully constrictive.

  “I think it’s time for the real fun,” the girl purred.

  She reached down and unzipped his fly. A delicate hand reached in and gently extricated his cock. It was already slick with pre-cum after her lap dance. She pulled it up and out of his fly until it stood up straight and proud.

  Her warm hand gently stroked up and down his shaft. She leaned forward, giving him a close-up view of her creamy-white breasts, and raised her pussy up over his erection.

  Was she really going to? Kurtzberg thought. His blood was pumping so fast through his veins he thought his heart might explode from the excitement.

  She sm
iled and fixed her deep black eyes on his. Gently she guided his cock to the opening of her vagina, holding him there as her labia kissed its head. She slowly sat down, engulfing his cock in the soft flesh of her vagina.

  “Ohh.” Kurtzberg moaned incoherently as he felt her moist flesh contract around him. She was so soft and warm.

  She moved her hips up and down with slow, languid strokes. Kurtzberg closed his eyes and lay back with his mouth slightly agape. This was heaven. It couldn’t be a dream. It was too good to be a dream.

  “Open your eyes,” the girl said.

  Her voice was different and strangely familiar. Kurtzberg opened his eyes and saw Bobbi’s face in front of him, her eyes shut in ecstasy.

  How?

  His body didn’t care. He started to thrust back at her, lifting both of their bodies up off the seat. It was Bobbi’s body bouncing on his. It was Bobbi’s breasts swaying in front of him. It was Bobbi’s beautiful heart-shaped face flushed red with pleasure. It was Bobbi moaning at the intimacy of their bodies moving together.

  It was too much.

  Kurtzberg grunted loudly as the orgasm exploded from him. He pushed his hips up higher off the seat than before, driving his cock deep into her velvet warmth as he gushed semen into her hungry pussy. She pushed down against him and moaned in pleasure as her own orgasm quivered around his cock. Her vagina sucked hungrily at him, drawing every last drop of cum deep into her body.