A Succubus for Valentine's Day and Other Tales of Perilous Pleasures Page 2

  Kurtzberg collapsed back into the chair, completely spent. Physically it had been perfect, the most wonderful release ever, but emotionally there was a hole, a nagging empty space he couldn’t quite ignore.

  Bobbi opened her eyes and Kurtzberg stared through them into dark abyssal depths. A shiver ran down his spine.

  “I can fool your senses, but inside you’ll always know I’m not her.” Bobbi put her hands to her face and then dropped them to reveal the sad face of the succubus.

  “I’m sorry,” Kurtzberg said.

  “Don’t be silly,” she said, her sad face transforming into a sunny smile. “I’m a demon. You’re not supposed to fall in love with me.”

  She kissed him on the forehead again.

  “I can get her for you,” she whispered in his ear.

  Really? Was such a thing within her power to grant? Kurtzberg’s heart quickened at the prospect.

  “You need only the opportunity to show the great love you feel for her,” the succubus continued. “I can give you that opportunity.”

  “What about Greg?” Kurtzberg knew he was better for Bobbi than that peacock Greg, but while Greg was still around there was no way Bobbi would look at him.

  The succubus smiled and Kurtzberg finally saw shades of the demon. “Greg won’t be a problem.” The succubus sat up and licked her lips. “I am a succubus after all.”

  She stared down at him with her jet-black eyes.

  “All you have to do is give me the command and I’ll make her yours.”

  He’d desired Bobbi for so long. Just a chance was all he asked for. He felt sure she’d reciprocate his desire if only she could see the depth of love he held for her.

  “Yes,” he said. “Please.”

  The succubus beamed with excitement and clasped her hands together. “I can be your Cupid,” she said.

  She leant forward and embraced him enthusiastically, squashing her full breasts against his chest. Her naked pussy rubbed against his cock and Kurtzberg felt it start to twitch back to life. The tip of her dainty little nose brushed against his as she stared into his eyes.

  “A Cupid that’s about to give you a thorough lesson in how to fuck.” The succubus’s voice dropped to a sultry rasp.

  Kurtzberg felt something wind around his cock—her tail, he realised with a start—before she guided him back inside her soft warmth and all conscious thought was blown aside by the wildfire of her lust.

  “You’re a nice boy,” the succubus said, pumping her hips up and down faster than before, “but lacking a little self-esteem.”

  Oh god. She felt tighter this time and the friction was greater as she thrust her hips against him.

  “I know it’s hard to maintain that with all the bullies out there, chipping at you every day, making you feel inferior.”

  Her rhythm grew faster and faster and Kurtzberg groaned as he felt another orgasm rising within him.

  “Yes. I think we’ll sort that out first,” the succubus said. She stared directly into his eyes.

  Her vaginal muscles gave his cock a little squeeze at precisely the right point. He fired a rocket of his seed deep into her sucking vagina and lay back as the orgasm rolled on and on throughout his body. Crying out her pleasure, his succubus fell upon him, her unfurled bat wings drifting across them both like a blanket.

  * * * *

  “Whose idea was it to give Peter that horrid stone, yours or Jacob’s?” Bobbi asked as she and Greg lay in bed together. Early morning sunshine crept in through the curtains.

  “Not me,” Greg said.

  “Well you didn’t have to join in,” Bobbi said. “It wasn’t very nice.”

  Greg was about to protest his innocence, but then stopped. It hadn’t exactly been his finest hour. The last thing he wanted was people around the office thinking he was another nasty little prick like Jacob.

  “You know, I think I felt a little threatened when I saw the size of the arrangement he’d sent you,” Greg laughed. “I never realised he had so much of a crush on you.”

  “It’s harmless,” Bobbi said. “Everyone at the office used to be completely horrible to him. I think I was the first person to talk to him like a decent human being. He’s followed me around with puppy-dog eyes ever since.

  “It’s a shame,” Bobbi continued. “There’s probably a really nice person underneath all that. Did you hear what he did for Jennifer? The banks were going to repossess her home after that louse of a husband ran off. Peter went through her finances and came up with a plan the bank managers were happy with.”

  “We should invite him to the usual Friday after work drinks,” Greg suggested. “It might do him some good to get out of the office and into a more social setting.”

  “Aren’t you worried that might bring out the jealous Neanderthal in you?” Bobbi teased.

  “Nah,” Greg said, smiling as he rolled on top of her. “Nobody knows your body as well as I do.”

  Bobbi sighed beneath him.

  It looked like they were going to be late again.

  * * * *

  Kurtzberg didn’t really know what his succubus had meant by ‘sort that out first’ until he saw Jacob walk, or rather shuffle, past his cubicle the next day. The other man appeared to be experiencing some discomfort. There was a peculiarly bow-legged quality to his gait. He ignored Kurtzberg completely.

  A puff of familiar perfume caused Kurtzberg to turn his head.

  His succubus was sitting on the desk. She was wearing a sexy secretary’s outfit and her long red hair was tied back in an austere ponytail.

  “What did you do?” Kurtzberg whispered. After their ‘exertions’ he’d fallen into a restful sleep in the chair. When he woke in the morning his succubus was already gone.

  She flashed him an innocent looking expression.

  Kurtzberg watched as Jacob gingerly tried to sit in his chair. The other man’s face creased up in pain and he let out an involuntary grunt.

  She put her thumb and forefinger together. Her tail flicked up and thrust back and forth through the hoop created by her thumb and forefinger.

  Kurtzberg’s eyes widened. He looked back at the other cubicle where Jacob was grimacing as he tried to sit down.

  His succubus nodded. Her arrow-tipped tail thrust in and out faster.

  Kurtzberg grimaced in mock sympathy and then his face cracked up in a smile. He doubled over, trying not to laugh out loud.

  Ouch.

  * * * *

  Life was getting better, Kurtzberg thought. Seeing Jacob shuffle around like a man with a terminal case of piles would be the highlight of any week, but even that was surpassed when Bobbi asked him for a date.

  Okay, so it wasn’t a proper date, just a meet up with her and some friends for drinks after work, but it was a start. Proof that his succubus was already starting to work her magic.

  She was here as well. Kurtzberg caught the scent of her familiar perfume as he entered the pub. Her horns, wings and tail were gone and her eyes were now a normal shade of green, but he could still recognise her as his succubus. She wore a long slinky red dress that looked absolutely stunning. She winked at him before melting into the crowd.

  “What do you want?” Bobbi asked once they reached the bar.

  “Um, just a coke please,” Kurtzberg replied.

  He was finding it a little strange to look at Bobbi. The memories from last night, of her body moving up and down on his, kept intruding.

  It hadn’t been her exactly, just his succubus wearing her body, but it still felt odd to be talking to her as if nothing had happened. Not that Kurtzberg was doing much talking anyway. He added a few words to the general conversation, but mostly he was content to lurk on the fringes.

  He was surprised to feel a tap on his shoulder and turned to see it was Greg.

  “Hey Peter, glad to see you could make it,” Greg said. “Listen, I’m sorry about that Valentine’s thing. I thought it was a bit of joking around. I didn’t realise you have to put up with that shit a
ll the time.”

  Kurtzberg didn’t know what to say. He wasn’t sure if Greg was being genuine or setting him up for something else.

  “Bobbi gave me a right bollocking about it I can tell you,” Greg said. He gave Bobbi a warm glance. “I can always rely on her to give me a swift kick up the ass when I start acting like a prat.”

  “You love her?” Kurtzberg asked.

  “Fucking worship her, mate,” Greg said. “I’m hoping we can get married sometime next year.”

  Kurtzberg was a little surprised. He’d always pegged Greg as another pretty boy asshole, running the usual bullshit so he could get inside Bobbi’s knickers. This sounded genuine, as if he really loved her.

  Genuine...but not succubus proof.

  Halfway through their conversation Greg zoned out. Kurtzberg realised the other man wasn’t looking at him, but instead at a point over his left shoulder. He turned and wasn’t surprised to see his succubus standing by a pillar, looking the perfect vision of temptation in her crimson dress. She shot Greg a glance with her emerald eyes that would have set on fire even the frostiest of hearts.

  Greg didn’t even bother to excuse himself from the conversation as he walked towards Kurtsberg’s succubus.

  Kurtzberg watched him go and smiled. It was all going to plan.

  It did trouble him a little though, that Greg didn’t seem to be the shallow asshole he thought he was. When Greg spoke about Bobbi it seemed to be with genuine affection.

  Kurtzberg looked over to where Bobbi was talking with her friends. God, she was so lovely.

  He looked over to where Greg was talking with his succubus. She had a hand on his hip. She turned and her green eyes met Kurtzberg’s across the crowded floor. They momentarily turned black as she smiled in triumph. Her hand slipped lower and Greg jolted as if shocked.

  Kurtzberg looked back at Bobbi. As genuine as Greg’s feelings were for her, they couldn’t be as pure as the love he felt for her. This was meant to happen.

  “Have you seen Greg?” Bobbi asked when he returned with the drinks.

  Should he tell her? Would that seem too much like gloating?

  “Um…”

  “Oh never mind, he’s probably off chatting to some girl or another,” Bobbi said. “He can be such a rogue sometimes. It’s what I love about him.”

  “And you don’t mind?” Kurtzberg asked.

  “Men are men,” Bobbi smiled. “They can’t help looking. Any girl with issues about that is only going to make both her and her partner crazy.”

  Bobbi watched a well-built man in a muscle shirt walk past.

  “And of course it means he can’t complain either when I ogle the hunks,” Bobbi whispered to Kurtzberg.

  “It sounds like you have a good relationship,” Kurtzberg said.

  “Yeah, I think we do,” Bobbi said. “It’s funny. I used to think relationship was a dirty word. I suppose it’s because all the others had been with losers that screwed around behind my back.”

  Her eyes went a little dreamy.

  “Then you find the right person and you just know.”

  She noticed Kurtzberg’s downcast expression.

  “Oh Peter, one day you’ll find that person and then you’ll know. We just need to get you out of your shell. Come and talk to Cath and Jasmine. They don’t bite.”

  Kurtzberg paused, a host of conflicting emotions battling in his mind.

  What he was doing was wrong. Really wrong.

  She loved Greg and Greg loved her. This wasn’t some flimsy physical relationship.

  Did he want Bobbi, or did he want her to be happy?

  She was happy with Greg. Could he really destroy that?

  No, he couldn’t. It wasn’t right.

  He could be satisfied in the knowledge she was truly happy. That would be enough for him. Her light was still bright enough, even when viewed from afar.

  Oh shit! His succubus. He had to stop her before she did...well, whatever she was going to do to Greg.

  He rushed across the pub to where he’d seen them earlier. They weren’t there.

  Oh fuck, he hoped his succubus wasn’t murdering Greg or anything like that. She looked sweet and harmless, but she was still a demon after all. He stood on the spot and looked around the pub.

  He noticed a commotion taking place around the toilets. A group of drunken lads were clustered around the open door and loudly egging on whatever activity was taking place inside.

  Kurtzberg pushed his way through the laughing and jeering onlookers to the entrance of the bathroom. The bright white lights and sterile tiles formed a strong contrast to the intimate yellow lights in the main room.

  Greg was fucking Kurtzberg’s succubus on top of the sink counter.

  Kurtzberg supposed he shouldn’t be too surprised. She was a succubus after all.

  Greg stood against the sink, his trousers and underwear around his ankles. Kurtzberg’s succubus sat on the counter, her red dress up around her waist and her thighs clasped around Greg’s body. He thrust back and forth into her, completely oblivious to the audience watching.

  “How fucking pissed…?” one of the lads said.

  “Jammy fucker,” another added.

  His succubus turned and smiled at Kurtzberg. She ran a tongue over her full lips as she thrust her hips back at Greg.

  There was a disturbance behind Kurtzberg. Someone was trying to push their way through.

  “No Bobbi, you don’t want to see. Trust me on this.”

  Bobbi stormed through and then stopped next to Kurtzberg. She looked like she had been petrified on the spot, an expression of shock frozen onto her face.

  “Oh-oh,” one of the drunken lads said, nudging his mate with a knowing wink.

  The corner of her mouth trembled, the tip of the iceberg to the maelstrom of emotions seething beneath. Water welled up in her eyes as trembling cracks ran through the mask her face had become.

  Greg turned to look at the crowd gathered around the entrance. He looked confused, uncertain of where he was or what he was doing.

  “Bobbi?”

  He looked back at the girl on the counter. He looked down to where his cock was currently buried up to the hilt in the other girl’s vagina. Aghast, he suddenly became aware of what he was doing and who was watching while he did it. The colour drained from his face.

  Kurtzberg’s succubus stared at Bobbi with her green eyes and pouted her lips. She crossed her ankles behind Greg’s buttocks and pulled him close.

  It was enough to take him over the edge. Greg gave a low moan and his body shuddered all the way up from his toes as he pumped the full contents of his balls into the succubus’s waiting pussy. She sighed and closed her eyes as her own orgasm shuddered through her.

  The lads in the crowd gave a beery cheer.

  The juices from the aftermath of their sex dribbled down the front of the counter.

  His succubus opened her eyes and stared brazenly at Bobbi.

  Tremors became cracks, became chasms. Bobbi shattered with a brittle sob and turned and ran away through the leering crowd.

  Kurtzberg shuffled after her. This hadn’t been what he’d wanted, but it was too late for regrets. It had happened and the best he could do was offer whatever comfort he could to Bobbi.

  Besides, if Greg’s feelings for Bobbi had been as pure as he’d said, then surely he’d have been able to resist the succubus.

  Bobbi was outside, wailing and flailing her fists against the wall.

  “How could he. How could he,” she screamed.

  “Are you okay?” Kurtzberg asked.

  “Do I fucking look okay!” Bobbi screamed, her eyes flashing with rage. “That asshole. I thought he was the one and he ends up screwing the first slut that comes along. He’s just like all the others.”

  “I’m sorry,” Kurtzberg said.

  What did he do here? Did he move to give her a sympathetic hug, or would that seem too forward?

  Kurtzberg stood awkwardly in front of her.
br />   Bobbi fell against him, looking for a shoulder to cry on. Kurtzberg stiffly brought his arms up to hold her, still a little tentative and unsure.

  “Fucking men,” Bobbi cried. “All the bloody same. How could he. Right there in front of everyone.”

  “We’re not all the same,” Kurtzberg said. “Some of us care.”

  He paused. Here was the moment.

  “I care.”

  Bobbi stopped crying and looked up at him. Kurtzberg smiled down at her.

  Yes, now she’d see how much he loved her.

  Bobbi’s face twisted in anger.

  “Are you…I don’t believe it…you choose a time like this to make a pass at me?”

  She shoved him backwards.

  “Of all the stupid, insensitive, cynical… Oh fuck off.”

  She turned her back on him and walked away.

  “But…”

  It wasn’t supposed to happen like this.

  He went to take a step after her, but one of Bobbi’s friends blocked his way.

  “Not a good time,” she said. “Best leave her alone, okay.”

  Kurtzberg stayed where he was and watched as they got in a taxi and drove off.

  “But I love you,” he murmured.