Gym Succubus Part 2

Daring and Downfall

Cass was standing just a little bit away from the bench Lance was on, having yet to notice him. She leaned against the side of a treadmill, a grin on her face as she admired its user. Today’s target was a tall and muscular man with blonde curly hair. Lance noticed, with some annoyance, how Cass was presenting herself to him. She leaned in a way that emphasized her breasts, she stroked the man’s arms, acting impressed, nodding at his every boast...

When Cass had been flirting with Lance she had pulled the same tricks in the beginning. The swaying hips when she knew he was watching, the seductive voice and language… For some reason she stopped acting that way after they left the gym. Probably because she had figured out by then that Lance didn’t need all that much to enthrall.

The more he watched her as he finished his curls the more Lance realized, with not a little bit of jealousy, just how much more effort Cass was putting in to capturing this man. He was clearly dominating whatever conversation they were having, with Cass simply smiling and listening while admiring him. Her body language, to compensate for not speaking so much perhaps, seemed to demand attention. “I’m available and interested in you,” it practically screamed…

It was at this point Lance realized just how irrational he was being. She was a succubus. He knew very well that Cass was going to humor this man’s ego, take him to bed that night, and then devour him like she did him. He was jealous, but he also knew that this man was a victim. And however he felt about him he likely didn’t deserve to go through what Lance had. He remembered the feeling of being stuck in bed, the creaking of his taut muscles at just getting out of bed...

Lance sighed. He couldn’t let that happen.

“I’ll probably never be able to use this gym again after this,” he thought to himself as he walked up to the two of them. 

The fact that he was about to alienate himself from this gym forever…

The fact that he was about to completely embarrass himself in front of not just Cass, but this muscular stranger as well…

And the fact that he was about to interrupt a hungry monster from getting her meal… A monster with magical powers… A monster who knew where he lived...

Lance knew all of this very well. He didn’t stop.

***

Lance approached the two of them. He tapped the treadmill head, catching their attention. Cass’s smile disappeared and her eyes widened when she saw him. Lance gave his widest, phoniest grin.

“Oh my God, Sister Maurice, is that you?” he said, with a heavy southern accent he had perfected for imitating an American uncle of his.


Cass was too stunned to speak. The man lifted an eyebrow at him. Lance continued.

“Sister Maurice? From the South Minister Roland Archfellowship down south? How In-Sane it is to see you here! Remember me? I was the man in the goat helmet last night at the meeting!” Lance said.

“Wh-what?” Cass fumbled. 

“I’m sorry, who are you?” the man said. Lance looked at him and widened his eyes. He offered his hand to the man to shake.

“Hello! Sorry to interrupt, I’m just a friend of Maurice here from church. Maurice, you didn’t tell me you go to the gym, doll!” Lance said. He let his hand dangle in the air for three seconds, knowing it wouldn’t get shaken, then retracted it with a chuckle. The utterly flabbergasted expression on Cass’s face was simply priceless. 

“Maurice? I thought you said your name was-?”

“Oh, yes, right! Cass! Sorry, sorry, I keep mixing up people’s real names and their church titles,” Lance answered before Cass could get a word in. “I’m sorry, Cass. I see you’re trying to rope in a new recruit. I really envy how easy it must be for you to bring in the converts.”

“Converts? What?” Cass said.

“Convert? Are… are you part of a religion or something?” the man said.

“Oh, it’s the religion. We South Minister Rolands are a growing branch. We’re the real deal, government tax exemption and everything with ceremonies, plays, sunday worship, and Cass has been a member since forever. We call her sister Maurice. You get your own true name when you move up the ranks of holy nobility, sixth tier, ministrations approved,” Lance didn’t know where the fuck he was pulling this from.

“I… I see,” the man said, giving both Lance and Cass a look of discomfort. 

Lance winked at Cass, who still hadn’t found her voice but was beginning to look quite vengeful. Lance leaned in closer to the man and muttered, “Watch out, friend. This girl has brought more men to the christ then any image on toast. Well, best of luck to ya both!”

Lance gave an effeminate sort of wave, savored Cass’s utter shock one last time, before turning with his duffle bag on his shoulder and headed for the gym’s exit, not bothering with showering and changing. 

As he made it to the counter, Lance realised that would probably never be able to come back into this gym. After such an embarrassing display he couldn’t risk being seen by that man she had been attempting to seduce. And that wasn’t even considering Cass herself. A succubus, probably furious with him… 

To avoid Cass he would probably have to move out of his friend’s home. He had been staying there for a while now, and it would be impossible to find a place as convenient… He’d have to move in with his aunt out of town and take a forty minute drive every morning to get to work until he could find another place...

Lance wondered if it was worth it. After all of that, surely Cass could still save face and seduce the man nonetheless. One google search would be all it took to realize the South Minister Roland Arch-whatever wasn’t a real church. She would probably just tell him Lance was a jealous ex, or something of the sort. Well, if he didn’t end up saving that man, Lance wouldn’t lose much sleep. He wasn’t a miracle worker, after all.

But damn, if nothing else, seeing Cass so shocked to see Lance up and about, exercising despite what she did to him… Lance had no regrets.

He ran toward the parking lot of his company, up to his car. He got in and turned on the engine. 

He had to head back home to pick up his stuff as soon as possible. If Cass did come looking for him, he would rather be gone. But… Cass didn’t know about Lance’s landlord and housemate, Mark. He had returned from the business trip just two days ago. It would be best to warn him about her…

Lance took out his cell phone. If Cass somehow got to the house before Lance himself did, he could at least warn Mark not to open the door. He’d call him up and tell him Cass was a crazy ex-girlfriend with violent tendencies or something, since Lance doubted he would believe she was a life-sucking succubus.

He called the number. 

“Hello?” Mark’s voice said. 

“Mark? It’s me, Lance! Listen, I know this is sudden, but-!” 

“Lance, why didn’t you tell me about Cass?”

Lance suddenly felt a chill, as though the temperature in his car had suddenly dropped.

“Lance? You damn stud, you didn’t tell me you brought home such a cute gal! I wouldn’t have minded,” Mark continued.

“Oh, is that Lance?” Cass’s voice could be heard in the background. Lance’s grip tightened around his phone. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. How was this possible? 
“Yeah, it’s him. Lance, she’s over right now! Where are you?”

“Mark… Cass is there right now?” Lance said, his voice a hush.

“Hi Lance~! Tell him to come soon, Mark… Oh! And to bring lunch. I’m hungry...” Cass was saying.

“Lance, if you’re at the gym right now you have to get your ass here right now! If you keep a girl this gorgeous on hold I will lose all of my respect for you!”

“M-Mark...Tell her not to worry… Tell her I’ll be right there...” Lance said. 

“You hit the jackpot, man. She is a beauty, and such a treat!”

“Bye.” 

Lance put away his phone and just stared at the ceiling of his car. If he didn’t go home, who would know what Cass would do to Mark… 

He gathered up his courage, swallowed his urge to drive away, and started the car.

*** *** ***

Lance parked the car in the driveway and ran to the front door. He rapped his fist against the door so hard they hurt.

“Mark? Mark, are you alright?” 

There was no answer, but there were footsteps. Slow, deliberate footsteps. The door opened. Cass leaned against the doorway, welcoming him with a smile.

She wore a V neck t-shirt and jeans, which she had not been wearing just a few minutes ago at the gym.

“How?” Lance said. Cass smiled and simply indicated with one finger for him to come in. He swallowed his fear and did so. With a motion of her hand, the door behind him closed and locked itself. Lance leapt with fright.

“How what? How am I here so soon, or how did I change so quickly?” she said.

“Both. But more importantly, what did you do to Mark?” Lance said, trying to put on a brave face. Cass chuckled and pointed upward at the ceiling.

“He’s fine, dear! I simply put him to sleep with a bit of magic and carried him up to the room,” Cass said, approaching Lance. Lance didn’t dare move as she placed her two hands against his shoulder, gripped his shirt, and pulled him close. She whispered, “I guess we’ll keep things on the sofa this time…”

Lance stepped back, out of her grip. His back hit the door.

“No, no, no, not this time. I’m not consenting to… to that again. You are not worth the exhaustion!” he said.

Cass merely shook her head and approached him again, this time grabbing his wrists and lifting them. She pinned them to the side of his head.

“I know that you think that,” she whispered at him. 

Lance felt her breath against him. Her gorgeous face, piercing eyes. He closed his eyes, desperate not to be mesmerized. He remembered how easily he was pulled into her pace the last time.

“I’m not using any magic this time. I won’t. But you will want me to, soon…” she continued to whisper. She placed her lips on his and gave him a peck. He shuddered, the memories of that night flooding his brain, filling him with such yearning. 

A part of him wondered why he was feeling such dread anyway. Hadn’t he been pathetically jealous earlier when he saw Cass flirting with that other man at the gym? And now that she was here, wanting him instead, why wasn’t he happier?

Because of his goddamn sense of self preservation, the fucking thing. 

“How… how are you here?” he said, his voice barely a whisper.

Cass smiled, taking a step back. “Last night, when you were giggling like a fool and unlocking the front door, I was placing a rune on the front lawn that would let me warp here anytime I like. I can make up to three such runes at a time and I always put one near my latest conquest’s home, just in case he gets any funny ideas. Trying to expose me to the law, trying to get revenge, or just getting in my way for instance.”

She turned to the living room, still looking at him, and winked. She walked toward the sofa and he could not not follow her. He couldn’t pry his eyes from her firm shoulders, down to her swaying hips… He wondered if she had already hooked him with her succubi magics, or whatever it was she did…

“I wasted no more time with that self-obsessed hunk and excused myself to the washrooms. When no one was watching I teleported. I was probably here before you left the gym.”

She leaned against a table next to the window and shut the blinds.

“By the way, why the hell didn’t you mention you have a roommate?” Cass chuckled. She leaned her head against her left shoulder, letting some of her hair dangle in front of her face, unkempt but beautiful nonetheless. She was even more alluring this way. As though the playful woman who had asked him out at the gym a few days ago had been a real person, and not an actress playing a strange game…

I didn’t have to pretend to be someone I wasn’t to lure you away

That was what she had said… but she had still lied… she was still dangerous…

“Hey, Lance? You still with me?” Cass said. Lance tried to keep his head clear.

“Y-you can’t stay here,” Lance mumbled.

“What, you’re going to kick me out? After wrecking my meal plans for tonight?” Cass said.

Lance crossed his arms. Cass giggled.

“Crossing your arms won’t block me access to the only part of you that matters,” she purred, eyes darting down. She laughed when Lance fidgeted. She made a “fondling” motion with the fingers of her right hand, and Lance’s face flushed.

“I won’t sleep with you, Cass! And I don’t want to be your meal again,” Lance said. 

“But you remember, don’t you? The night of pure bliss,” Cass said, taking a step closer. Lance stepped back.

“I also remember the rough week after,” he said.

Cass frowned.

“Yes. It should have been mentally excruciating to even get out of bed…” Cass said. She looked him up and down. Lance tightened his crossed arms and stepped back.

“It was,” Lance said. 

“I had drained all of your delicious vitality, Lance. Your exercise instincts and muscle memory should have been completely erased. Your joints should have felt like they were locked in place. And, eventually, you should have lost all of your precious muscle mass, Lance, and lost the will to ever get it all back. Just like everyone else in town of whom I’ve fucked,” Cass said.

She was walking up to him, looking his body up and down. It looked as though she was analysing, making a decision about what to do with him… Lance found he couldn’t move, no matter terribly his instincts were screaming for him to get away.

“C-Cass, wait… please,” Lance said. Cass took his sweaty right hand and scrutinized his palm and wrist.

“The people I fuck, I take every drop of their vigour, excitement, and pride. They can’t move for a whole day after, sometimes more. They have no urge to work, to fight, to take care of themselves. They eventually regain enough livelihood to live, but they’re never strong enough to get back on their feet. You weren’t an exception, Lance. I thought I left you for dead, metaphorically speaking,” she said. She caressed his side, and Lance couldn’t help but look down at her cleavage. He swallowed and tore his eyes away, but didn’t resist her touching him.

“W-well… I guess you must have made a mistake, then. It was rough, sure, but I healed up fine,” Lance said. He did not know whether it would be advantageous or not for him to say this, but something about the way Cass was eyeing his body told him that she was intrigued by him. The thought was as terrifying as it was exciting.

“Maybe. Or perhaps you’re just… different…”

She smiled, and cupped his cheeks in her hands. Her hands were warm and soft against his autumn chilled face. She looked him right in the eyes, and like that Lance could feel the beginning of the end for himself. Cass was the most beautiful woman he had ever met. Even knowing what he knew now he also knew he would sleep with her tonight. 

“I won’t sleep with you!” he said aloud, trying to defy himself. 

Cass smiled. She was using the barest minimum of her supernatural allure, and yet Lance was obviously, hopelessly under her control. All she had to do was call his bluff. She could turn to the door, declare that she would indeed leave and never see Lance again, and he would fold. He wanted, needed Cass to stay with him. She could even picture him pleading, prostrating himself before her, treating her like his saviour, his goddess. Pathetic and adorable, ripe for the taking...

But Cass didn’t want that. Not with Lance.

Instead, she wrapped her hands around him and pressed herself as close to him as she could with his arms crossed. Lance was too surprised to protest, but kept his arms between them. Cass leaned closer, watching her with half closed eyes. Her bright pupils half hidden behind her squint and locks of red, denying him the gaze that could hold him captive. She leaned firmly against his crotch and stroked up his back with one hand. Her hand went up, behind his head, pressed his close to hers until their foreheads touched. She whispered to him.

“Won’t you?”

Whatever feeble resistance was holding him back evaporated. Lance unclasped his hands and wrapped them around her. Still he refused to kiss her first, but Cass believed that wasn’t his stubbornness, but simply his own sense of respect for women. She was more than willing to make up the difference and kissed him with great passion.

Lance couldn’t think. The consequences be damned, he needed Cass. He needed her, danger and all. Dominating him, seducing him, feeding on him, he was afraid but there was nothing he could do. He was hers, at least for one more night.

Cass ceased kissing and smiled, lowering her body. Lance was befuddled, feeling her hands travel down as she bent lower, until they were right under his ass around his thighs. She swept him right off his feet, lifting him up his eighty kilo body as easily lifting a child.

“Whoa! C-Cass, wait!” he said. 

Ignoring his indignant cries, Cass took him to the sofa where she, none too gently, dropped him on his back. She got atop him. The sight of her atop him, feeling her sit on his thighs and staring up at her, was a sight that had never left his mind and kept him awake each night the past week.

Cass squeezed her chest together between her arms, knowing Lance loved the heart shape it made her cleavage into. His face became flushed red. She giggled.

“Lance… I want to eat you again. Is that okay?” she wiggled her arms and cleavage around, bringing them closer to him as she pronounced the “okay.”

Lance nodded, blushing. He felt as though it was less humiliating, admitting less weakness if he didn’t say anything aloud.

“Lance? I didn’t hear you,” Cass said, coyly.

“...Yes,” Lance said.

“See? I knew you wanted me to stay here,” Cass chuckled. She separated her hands and them at his sides. “Also… this time I’m not just going to take one day from you. I’ll take anywhere from two to three days from your life. You do owe me that, do you understand?” 

Lance nodded. He legitimately did not care anymore. He needed to be eaten again. 

“And one more thing! Just like before… I’m going to eat all of your vitality… Do you understand, Lance? Just like last time…”

Lance swallowed, nervously. For a moment dread filled him. The memory of the sensation of exhaustion mortals weren’t meant to feel… taut muscles, a weight on his chest, like his body was lead… it was almost enough to break the spell. But as Cass moved forward on him, her thighs and ass, wrapped in those tight jeans, pressed against his crotch Lance was no longer willing to contemplate the consequences.

“Please?” Cass said, coylu and uneccessarily as she tickled the side of his neck with her fingers and played with his hair.

“Yes. I want it, Cass… Please eat me again,” Lance whispered.

Cass smiled. She shuffled up to him, rested her hand against the sofa armrest and sealed the bewildered Lance’s arms and shoulders beneath her legs. She unzipped her jeans.

“First, little boy, you’re going to eat me.” 

*** ***

Cass’s jeans lay on the floor next to the gently rocking sofa. Lance groaned, finding it difficult to hold his breath for so long under Cass. Her taste and smell was mesmerizing.

Cass’s grip was unyielding, non negotiable, as steady as steel. Her nude thighs kept Lance’s ears warm as her pussy, which was gently grinding against his mouth and tongue, kept him quiet and busy. Cass gave light groans in a quick pattern, though admittedly it was mostly to give encouragement.

“Slower, dear,” she said, raising herself to give Lance just a moment to catch his breath. Then she plopped back down on him and made him get to work, firmly squeezing her prisoner. “You haven’t done this before, have you? You’re just too impatient…”

Lance, honestly, did not have all that much experience with this kind of thing. Nor did he expect this outcome from his surrender. As soon as he told Cass he wanted her to devour him he had thought (hoped) that she would get straight to feeding off of him. 

But he was discovering a new type of pleasure as she held him tight and forced him to make use of his tongue… Much like before, when she smothered him with her breasts, now she clamped down on him with her thighs and he felt so close to her… She would raise herself up and down, her ass plopping down on him each time. He was completely under Cass’s inescapable control.

“Come on, Lance… Not enjoying your lesson in girlhood? You’re so inexperienced, little padawan…” Cass moaned.

“I’m NOT inexperienced, damn it…” Lance thought. His tongue found the slight knot-like texture on the roof of Cass’s cave and brought his tongue tantalizingly close to it to see her reaction. She squeezed harder, threateningly…

“N-not yet,” Cass said.

Not deterred, Lance circled around the knot. Cass began to ride his face, her light thrusts becoming slightly deeper, each time pressing herself against him firmer and tighter. Lance loved it. He made each circle smaller and smaller, slower and slower…

“Nngh! Lance… I’ll kill you if you ruin me so soon…” Cass said, pressing her crotch against his face with more strength, as though hoping to stop his tongue with her power alone. 

Lance heeded her warning, but didn’t stop circling. Carefully avoiding what he knew to be her most pleasurable spot he continued to tease. Cass groaned and whispered.

“...Fuck, put it closer… Lightly…” she said.

Lance did as he was told, edging closer to the clit, barely touching it with just the tip of his tongue. Cass gave a rough smirk, acknowledging her prisoner’s irritating but charming game. Her grip on the sofa arm tightened, tearing it slightly.

“You damn tease… Harder…”

Lance pressed as much of the flat of his tongue against her clit as he could and, not too roughly, licked it. He felt Cass jolt and worried she would snap his neck, or at least give him a black eye. Her arousal began to cause her to not just release, but squirt some sort of pheromone into Lance’s mouth along with her natural moisture. He could his body responding, getting excited, but frustrated at being pinned down. He wanted to buck her off, but also desperately wanted to finish her off. It was heaven and hell, just as Lance wanted. 

Before Cass began to cum, however, she raised herself and pressed his head down. 

“No,” she said, catching her breath. “No, I changed my mind. Not yet…”

“What do you mean?” Lance said.

She scooted down, and began pulling down Lance’s shorts. Then the underwear. She didn’t react to the sight of his erect penis in any way, which somewhat miffed Lance. However, she was clearly coming down from a near-orgasm experience, so naturally the sight of a penis wouldn’t do much to stimulate her. 

Cass wasted no time, stroke it gently between her two fingers as she spoke. Lance howled with lust.

“I really thought you would suck at licking off a woman, you know… But damn it, you might just have a knack for it. Good enough to make me almost forget what I came for… But I bet I could do you one better,” she said. Lance looked at her. She smiled, and then made her mouth an “O” shape.

“Oh,” was all Lance could bring himself to say before she began sucking him off.

Lance had, admittedly, never had a blowjob with anybody else before. The feeling as he entered her mouth was unfamiliar, but amazing.

Cass herself was no stranger to giving oral at all. She knew her way around somebody’s dick well enough. After all, though everyone may be different in their own way, their dicks were usually all the same. Same weak spots, same pleasure, same tastes…

This was no battle between the two, but Lance still felt he was “losing” as she began to suck. She was pleasuring him thoroughly and so easily. It was as though she was using all of her knowledge and superiority in sex to lord over him. “I am bigger and better than you are, little man,” was the message Lance felt was being exchanged.

It was barely two minutes before her moist tongue and lips brought him close to orgasm, and Cass had to stop.

“Calm down, now. I know it’s disappointing, babe,” she said. As Lance moaned with disappointment, but not surprise, Cass removed her bra and shirt.
One minute later, Lance was flaccid. Cass leaned down, supporting herself with two hands placed around Lance’s head, her face inches from his own.

“... I think I want to use magic now, okay?” she said.

Lance nodded.

Cass smiled, and her eyes began to glow. Hazelnut pupils slowly becoming mesmerizing, as though they were brown crystals and light was shining through. Her smile was everything Lance had been wanting for the last few days and he felt himself about to cry. The last bit of masculinity in him felt shame, but he couldn’t stop himself.

“Please… don’t leave me again…” he begged. Cass shook her head sadly, stroking his face comfortingly.

“Oh dear… never fall in love with a magical creature, precious little man. We’re untameable, like wisps of cool air in the breeze,” she said, smiling. She bent down and kissed the poor boy. “No more games. Let’s fuck.”

Lance nodded.

** *** ***

She brought his flaccid dick to an erect state, but not to the hardest and largest she knew it could get, before inserting him into herself. She chuckled and squeezed with her pussy, the easiest and most pleasing way to make a man erect in her experience, and felt him grow within her. She rocked atop him slowly. They had both been taken close to climax earlier and too much force would end this too early.

Cass looked down at Lance, and how he seemed to stare at her with an irreverent worship, which came naturally with being enchanted by a succubus. It was not an inherently attractive face for him to make, as he also puffed his cheeks and squinted in effort as Cass brought him closer and closer to climax, but it was satisfying to know tight a grip she had on her prey. To him, Cass was probably the most beautiful woman he had ever seen (and at the moment the best woman he’s ever felt as well). 

Cass thought back, however, to how enamoured he seemed to be with her even without her magic...  But such thoughts would benefit neither of the two. 

Cass began to grunt and moan with pleasure. She humped him harder and harder, until she was absolutely ferocious. 

“Are you ready, Lance? Ready to surrender your precious lifespan to me?” she called out.
Without waiting for an answer, as she could feel both of them about to cum and climax and there was nothing Lance could do anyway, she thrust hard, “squeezing” his organ one more time.

Cass felt him cum, and she came just a little after. A loud, sensuous simultaneous orgasm, shared between a powerful monster and a poor little man who’s bitten more than he could chew. And it was fantastic for Cass, as she knew it was for him. 

And right as Lance’s orgasm was dying down, she fed. Once again, Lance felt as though his orgasm was extended and he lost control. He groaned and bucked, held down by Cass’s indomitable strength, and felt his body relinquish more than just cum. Cass bit her bottom lip, smiling down as she fed on his surrendered life and vitality. Yes, she thought. She could develop a taste for this man. Probably not legitimately love as he wanted. But she could make something out of him for a while…

When the prolonged orgasm ended and Cass had her fill, she laid down on Lance and rested. Her soft breasts smooshed against his own rather well chiseled pectorals. She wrapped her arms around him, embracing him. Lance was too drained to even lift his arms to do the same.

“...Poor boy… What kind of idiot messes with a predator’s dinner, eh?” she muttered. 

“I...I couldn’t let you…” Lance tried to reply.

“Couldn’t let me fuck someone else?” Cass chuckled.

“No. That’s not it.”

“Liar.”

Cass pushed herself off him, caressing his chiseled chest again. The results of hard work, a steady work out, and even withstanding her supernatural draining… Lance’s body, less impressive than others she saw, mesmerized her, though she would never admit it. Succubi never admit to playing the mesmerized.

She got up and picked up her clothes. Lance watched, helpless, as she dressed herself. Feeling a familiar sense of longing and dread at her back turned to him, he tried to stand. He couldn’t. His body was, once again, like an unoiled machine. Bones and body made of heavy steel. Cass turned back to him.

“...You’re an interesting man, Lance. I want to experiment with you…” she said.

“What do you mean?” Lance said. Cass tried to think of a way to explain what she was thinking.

“Hmm. Well, you know how if you don’t work out for a long time your muscles go away, but it’s easier to re-gain muscle than it was to build them in the first place? It’s as though the groundwork is still available for you to build from, in a manner of speaking.”

Cass could see wheels turning in his head. He wasn’t stupid, and could probably understand the metaphor.

 “When I eat away your vitality, I’m not necessarily eating away your muscle gains, but rather the groundwork itself. After you lose your muscle from lack of working out you’re back in square one, and your body has forgotten everything about exercise. Having to start from square one, re-learn all of the habits, and proper squat form, and exercises, should be too daunting… too intimidating… you should have despaired… But you didn’t, somehow. You, either through willpower or unbreakable habit, managed to build your vitality back up in mere days...”

Lance pieced together what she was proposing.

“...You think… You think I can keep making more vitality...for you to eat…”

Cass smiled and nodded. Lance groaned. She wanted him to keep toughing it out… to keep torturing himself... to keep experiencing this mental pain and burden…

...But if he did, she would keep fucking him…

Cass suddenly scooped him into her arms, carrying him bridal style. Lance groaned, his face growing red again. Cass giggled.

“Normally I’d just leave you like this for your roommate to find. After all, you did go into this knowing I’m a life-sucking beast this time… But since he’s such a nice guy, I guess it would be too rude of me not to clean up the mess.”

“How generous,” Lance muttered. Cass stuck out her tongue as she brought him up to his room. She placed him atop the sheets, head resting on the pillow. Then she whispered in his ears…

“I’ll be at the same gym… if this all wasn’t a fluke and you really are different from all the other men I’ve slept with… Come and find me. Until then, I’ll be fucking as many other men as I like…”

She winked and walked away, leaving Lance alone on his cold bed.

Gym Succubus part 1

The Gym, the Tea Shop, the Bedroom

In the top floor of the only Fit 4 Less gym in downtown Trenton, barely managing to finish his one hour pull day on time, was twenty nine old Lance Lou. He was like a stickman in a room where everyone else was either a Greek statue or more than a little round. That wasn't to say he was skinny by any means: you can't spend fifteen years working out every other day and remain a noodle. But he wasn't as impressive from a muscle standpoint at all.

Lance worked for one of Trenton’s many refrigeration companies. He was an accountant, part of a team of many. As busy as his job made him, Lance didn’t compromise on his workout. If he had to work from six AM to eight PM, he woke up at 4 AM for his workout.

Lance was a bit of a loner. He did have friends in that little town of Trenton. He lived with his landlord, friend, and coworker, in fact. But his gym life was separate from every other aspect of his day to day. Just the way he had always liked it.

Just finishing up his dumbbell pull day he was getting ready to leave for home. But when he looked up there was a lady watching him. Smiling rather mischievously at him.

She was a beautiful woman. She was shapely, shorter than him, and had red short hair. Her skin was fair, she seemed to be wearing a cherry red lipstick. And her curves… Lance tried not to focus on that, but it was harder than usual to ignore...

She stood in front of the exit, blocking it with an arm and leaning against the door frame. Her other hand was still holding the thirteen kilogram dumbbell.

“Where are you going so soon, friend?”

He never spoke with anyone in any of the gyms he visited. Attractive men and women passed him by and he silently admired them in his mind. He didn’t watch them as they worked out, he wasn’t going to ruin anyone’s workout by being a creep, but he couldn’t help sometimes but steal quick glances.

So when the woman reached out toward him and playfully hooked a finger around his tank top strap, Lance was suddenly flung into unrecognizable territory. The sports bra she wore beneath her sleeveless gym shirt was visible and seemed at least one size too small (didn’t that hurt, he silently wondered).

Lance swallowed. “Home.”

“What? Surely you’re not done just yet. You didn’t make those muscles of yours by just doing uni-lateral curls for a bit,” she said, looking his arms up and down.

Had she been watching him? Lance supposed that meant he didn’t need to worry about seeming like a creep: he already had the moral high ground on that front, at least. Why was he worrying about such things? Nerves. Inexperience. Surprise.

“Muscles? These aren’t much,” he said, sheepishly looking at his arms. There were bigger men and women all around him. In fact, upon closer inspection even this lady’s arms were bigger than his, though that could have been mostly fat for all he knew.

She giggled stepping away from the door. She held a finger to his nose, pressing down on it like a button.

“Wait right here. I’m not done with you,” she winked as she made her way over to the dumbbell rack. Lance, bewildered, watch her put away the weights. He normally refused to let himself watch anyone in the gym on principal, but he supposed this was okay. She did come to him after all.

She wasn’t skinny. She had a pudgy waist and wide hips, though Lance didn’t know how much of that was muscle. She certainly had well built muscles on her back that flexed when she swung the dumbbell back and forth as she walked. Her legs were toned as she moved with an almost unreal grace. What could make someone move so smoothly and balanced while holding a thirty pound dumbbell in one hand? Yoga, perhaps? Calisthenics?

She came back and gave him a light punch on the shoulder. He tensed up.

“Relax, dummy. It’s not like I’m gonna bite you or anything.”

“Huh?”

“You’re shaking all over just watching me. Let me guess; first time talking to a girl in your life?” she chuckled.

“Oh, no! No, I’m just… um,” Lance floundered to find the words. It wasn’t his first time talking to a girl (that little disaster came and went during middle school). It wasn’t even his first a beautiful woman had flirted with him. But…

“Sure. Look, if you have time, you want to come with me to get some iced tea? You know, the place across the street from the high school.”

“Y-yeah, sure! I’ve got nothing to do,” Lance said.

“Alright. I’ll meet you after I change. I’m Cass, by the way,” she said. She smiled and turned away. Lance meant to look away and head to the men’s change room himself, but was caught off guard. Her hips swayed as she walked in a way they didn’t before. She looked back and caught him staring. She smirked. Lance grew bright red and turned to leave for the change room.

*** *** ***

A woman was interested in him. How long has it been since this happened? A year? Hell, longer?

Lance changed quickly, afraid that taking too long would cause Cass to change her mind about him. But he took one moment to look himself in the mirror.

He combed his hair. He sniffed himself under the arm.

Satisfied that this was as presentable as he could make himself, he left the change room.

*** *** ***

 Cass was waiting for him at the gym’s entrance. She wore a button down collar shirt over jeans. Her duffle bag slung over her shoulder, she raised an eyebrow at Lance as he came up to her.

“You didn’t strike me as a suit and tie type of guy,” she said.

Lance felt his face grow warm. It was true that he was wearing a rather old brown jacket over a button down white collared shirt, and a pair of office pants with belt. Even without his tie it was obvious he was wearing a set of clothes made for the office.

“Give me a break. I came here straight from work.”

“A tight schedule, friend?” Cass said.

“K-kind of… Want to go, then?” Lance said. He was aware of the girl behind the counter peering over at him, curious. The fewer people watching him stumble over words the better.

“Yeah. Um, by the way, I forgot to ask what your name was?”

“It’s Lance. I’m an accountant for the meat freezing company down Gaud Street,” Lance said, holding open the doors.

“Well, Lance. I’m glad you have time for a beer with me,” Cass said, walking out the door.

“Wait, a drink? I thought you just wanted some iced tea,” Lance said.

“Oops!” Cass turned, covering her face in mock nervousness. She winked. “Looks like the cat’s out of the bag. We can still just go and get some iced tea if you aren’t interested.”

“I… I am, yeah. Let me buy you a drink, sure!” Lance said.

“Atta’ boy!”

They made their way east of the gym, following the small downtown road. Trenton was not a large town by any means. Lance himself had walked to the gym, with it being close enough to his office and home. He had thought Cass had a car that she was leading them to, but after a few minutes he realized she planned to walk to the shop. Did she live nearby also?

It wasn’t exactly cold, but autumn was coming. Lance could weather the mild chill but he was surprised that Cass didn’t seem irritated by the temperature at all.

“So, Cass? I haven’t seen you in the gym before. Do you come here often?”

“Yes, but I normally come here at twelve or so. I take it you come here after work?” she said.

“Every day, yep,” Lance said. “Though not always here. My aunt has a condo down at Sudbury and I use one of those gyms on the weekends. But anyways, this place we’re going to. It serves beer?”

Lance didn’t want to bore her with talk about gyms, but did not know what other topics she would find interesting. Beer was a safe bet, he thought. Cass didn’t seem bored or uninterested, though.

“It’s a bubble tea place, popular with the kids. It should be calmer right now, though. And it serves beer and liquor too, so don’t worry,” she said.

“Oh, so you go there a lot then?”

“Not a lot, a lot. I did mention it’s right next to the high school, right?” Cass said.

“Yeah, I know what you mean,” Lance did. It was a half truth. Lance wasn’t sure what about the place being full of high school students it was that Cass detested, but his memories of school were terrible enough to provide an assortment of possible answers. As an awkward skinny teenager, he remembered how cruel, crude, and downright disturbing some of the students could be. To this day he still avoided the rowdier crowds of them.

“You go to the gym every day, you said?” Cass said, sounding impressed.

“Um, yeah. I’m not bragging or anything, I only really push myself on the weekends,” he said, growing pink. He wanted so badly to appear impressive, but he didn’t want to lie and make himself out to be someone he wasn't. This was his first outing with a woman in a year and he didn’t want to blow it. He-

Lance was distracted from his thoughts as Cass wrapped a hand around his and leaned her head against his shoulder.

“You’re just about to blow a fuse,” she muttered. “Relax a bit.”

“O-okay,” Lance said, not believing what was happening. They were coming close to the highschool now.

“Am I being too forward for you?” Cass said.

“I mean, with someone like me I think you’re being just the right amount of forward,” Lance said.

“I’m a very impatient gal. I hate pussyfooting,” she said. Not knowing what that term meant, Lance nodded and hummed in agreement. “We’re here!”

The tea shop was brightly lit and there was a line up of a few teenagers, but there was no crowding. The tables were all round, some with faux-leather couches surrounding them. The walls were white with decorative color paintings of bubble tea. To the back corners were stalls where Lance saw most of the drinkers were seated.
The building smelled of jackfruit pastry. Lance didn’t care for it, but Cass was watching him expectantly as they entered the line. He smiled.

Cass told the man behind the counter they were drinking tonight and they were given their table numbers. Just as Lance predicted they were told to sit near the back of the restaurant. Lance didn’t mind: he was nervous enough alone with Cass. He didn’t need any high schoolers watching or listening in.

“What do you think of the place?” Cass said, placing her bag down on the seat beside her. Lance did the same.

“I’ve passed by, but I’ve never been in here. Do you drink here when you come, or do you usually come here for tea?”

“When I’m alone I get tea. When I’m with company, though…” she winked.

“O-okay. I’m afraid I don’t know how a place like this works. I’m a bit lost,” Lance admitted.

“Get used to that.”

“What?” Lance looked up. For a moment Cass was looking at him funnily. Her eyes were half closed and she seemed to be staring at him… hungrily… But then she giggled.

“Nothing. It’s just a regular boba place. I’ll guide you through this. Both ordering our drinks, and how to date a girl,” she said, reaching for his hand. She stroked it with her thumb and Lance felt a tingle go down his spine.

“I’ve dated before,” he mumbled, growing red.

“Sure,” Cass said, chuckling at him losing composure.

“I mean it! I’m just…,” Lance struggled to find the words before Cass giggled.

“It’s okay. Look, just relax. We can just sit and shoot the shit for a while. You’re in no rush, right?”

*** *** ***

The waitress arrived and greeted Cass as a friend. She looked over at Lance and smirked.

“Well now, another one? What happened to Jamal, Cass?” she said.

“Lisa, don’t say that! You’re gonna make him think I’m some promiscuous freak,” Cass said. “He’s nervous enough as it is!”

“I’m teasing,” the waitress, Lisa, said. She looked at a bewildered Lance and smiled. “Cass only dates guys from the gym, you see. I never see her bring in the same man twice, though.”
“That’s because those men always turn out to be schwein, Lisa. Jamal especially,” Cass said with a rasp Lance hadn’t heard in her voice before. It was so unlike the playful, flirting tone she had been using with him.

Lisa left with a wink to both of them after taking their drink orders and Cass went back to coyly smiling.

“You speak German?” Lance said.

“A little bit. German grandparents,” she said, simply. Lance wished she would elaborate more. That sudden shift in tone when talking about Jamal reminded Lance that he had only known this woman for a few hours.

And yet she held my hand and offered to go drinking like we’re long time partners, he thought. He wondered if he was getting into trouble with this woman, but shrugged. He’d give her the benefit of the doubt. Besides, everything he did know about her? He liked.

“Moving kinda fast for you?” Cass said.

“A little. But… I think I like it? Maybe I don’t like ‘pussyfooting’ either, heh,” Lance said.

“I’m pretty sure I made that term up,” Cass chuckled. “I’m glad my pace isn’t throwing you off. You might say I’m aggressively fast when it comes to my dating life.”

“Well. Let’s hope I can keep up.”

*** *** ***

Lance watched Cass put away shots of liquor without a care, mouth agape. He himself hadn’t even finished his single glass of light beer.

She’s gonna regret this in half an hour, Lance thought. But even half an hour later, the time it takes alcohol to take effect, she was perfectly fine. Surely she was invincible.

“You sure are taking your time,” Cass said, referring to Lance’s half empty glass.

“I think I’m done. There’s no way I’ll be catching up with you,” he said. Cass giggled and reached forward to stroke his face. If she hadn’t been so bold from the beginning Lance would have blamed it on the alcohol.

“You’re really cute, you know. That’s why I chose you,” Cass said.

“You chose me?”

“I picked you out among all the others in that gym. You were just standing there, working those free weights, minding your own thing. I’m sorry, but I just thought you were too cute to be working out alone and all,” she said.

“Oh. Well, damn. When I’m in the gym I’m normally… Well, it’s like my down time, you know?”

“No, I don’t know. Tell me.”

“It’s where I shut down, I guess. I don’t have to focus on anyone else but myself. I don’t have to deal with money problems, or work, or anything like that. That’s why you caught me off guard, I guess,” Lance said.

“You really like the gym, huh?” Cass said.

“Am I boring you? Sorry, I usually don’t talk about the gym at all. I like to keep it separate from my real life.”

“You weren’t talking about it nearly as much as most people I’ve dated,” Cass said, her smile waning a little bit. “Some of them thought all they had to do to impress me was show off their abs, and their pecs, and their quads, and flex like they were on Mr. Universe or something.”

Lance leaned in slightly to listen.

“It was either that or they would act all nice and sensitive at first, but turn out to be all the same after a few drinks. I’d always humor them long enough to make things a one night stand. That’s all we both ever wanted anyway,” she said. She smirked. “They never lasted long.”

Lance chuckled, hiding how nervous he was inside. Of the two of them it was clear Cass had more experience than he had by an enormous margin. She leaned in close and stroked his arm, causing him to shiver again. He felt hot under the collar and, for some reason, couldn’t focus on anything other than Cass. Her beautiful face, fiery red hair, and brilliant smile… Everything else in that bright restaurant began fading around him.

“Um,” he muttered, trying to regain control of himself. “It’s probably seven by now. I have work early in the morning and I left my car at the office. I’m sorry for cutting this short. If you’re interested, could I have your number-?”

“Show me your place.”

“Huh?”

She leaned in close and whispered, “I want to see if you’ll last.”

*** *** ***

The next few moments were a blur. An exciting, laughter filled blur.

They made it from the tea shop to Lance’s workplace through a mix of jogging and walking. They found Lance’s car, with Cass shouting “shotgun” for no particular reason, and they laughed about it like it was the funniest thing in the world. They talked about their lives as he drove them home, and yet Lance felt he learned so much about her then and yet couldn’t remember a thing either of them talked about. And then they went from his car to the front steps of the house he was staying in.

He didn’t mention that he wasn’t just renting the house, but that he wasn’t living alone. The homeowner, a workmate of Lance’s in fact, was gone for the week for a business trip, but Lance still didn’t mention him. He didn’t want to ruin his chances and scare away Cass. He wanted her. Maybe just for tonight, maybe forever, he didn’t really know. It was all just the passion of the moment.

Things calmed down, however, when he closed the door to the house.

“So… This is where you stay?” Cass said, admiring the house. She looked impressed. There were two parts to the living room, a TV room and dining room, separated by a wall. A relatively clean kitchen.

“It’s, um… a rental,” Lance said, taking off his shoes.

“You didn’t strike me as someone who could afford to rent a place like this, no offense,” Cass said. She unbuttoned her shirt and left it on the couch. She wore a white T-shirt beneath with a neckline that left just a bit of cleavage visible. Lance swallowed, and reoriented himself.

“I make a fair amount. Accountants generally do,” Lance said, walking up to her. He unbuttoned his shirt and threw it on top of Cass’s. He wore a black cotton tank top beneath it.

“Accountants who have time to hit the gym every day, and go drinking with crazy girls?” Cass smiled, wrapping her arms around Lance as he approached. He felt a thrill as she stroked his back and responded by holding her waist.
“I make time,” he said.

Suddenly her lips were on his. It was sudden but surprisingly chaste and subdued. Lance was surprised but quickly responded. It lasted a good five seconds.

“No one’s gonna walk in on us, right?” Cass whispered.

“No one. I guarantee it,” Lance smiled.

Cass smiled, but something about her expression changed then. She looked… hungry.

“Good,” she said. And then she tightened her grip on him and lifted him into the air.

“Whoa, what the hell?” Lance said as she carried him to the closest couch and dropped him down, and crawled atop him.

“Surprise,” she said, playfully.

“C-Cass? What-?”

“Shh,” she said, and suddenly Lance could not focus. His surroundings began to blur. The lights seemed to dim. The softness of the cushions beneath them might as well have been air. All that mattered was the sight of her on top of him, the weight of her pressed down on him.

She smelled fantastic, the tea shop fragrance still clinging to her clothes, but there was also a faint hint of something else. Something unusual about her.

She was shining. Her complexion had not been flawless, but right then every part of her was positively spotless.

Lance felt so much pleasure. But he also knew, deep down, that there was something wrong.

Cass was smiling at him, giggling at his confused, dazed expression.

“Cass? Wh-what’s going on?”

“Now that we’re alone… There’s no more need for me to hold back.”

“What do you mean? W-why do I feel so… You look so…”

“Tell me, Lance. Do you want to sleep with me?”

YES, Lance thought. But he struggled to come up with a responsible response. He tried to stand up, but Cass placed one hand on his chest and push and held him down. He couldn’t resist her.

“Cass… Did you drug me?” Lance managed to say. Cass chuckled and shook her head.

“No, Lance. I’m mesmerizing you… You can’t resist me,” she said.

“But… But how?” Lance said.

“Isn’t it obvious? Lance, you have let something into your house you never should have,” Cass said. She reached a hand out to the table beside the sofa and grabbed a quarter from the change pile he had lying around.

“Cass… please tell me what you’re doing,” Lance said. He tried to stand but found he couldn’t move his body.

Without taking her gaze away from Lancel, Cass held the quarter… And to Lance’s shock she tore it in two as though it were tinfoil. But that wasn’t nearly as surprising as what happened next. Cass gently blew on the two halves of the quarter. The two halves of the coin, the metal coin, were engulfed in tiny blue and orange flames.

Lance would have screamed and panic if he could. He couldn’t move, helpless as the two quarters charred and crumpled under the fire, as though they were paper. She took Lance’s face in her hands and dipped her head down close to his.

“Impressed, boy? Because if you’re not, let me tell you something: I could burn this house to cinders in seconds if I wanted to,” Cass said.

“P-please… Tell me what’s going on…” Lance whispered.

“Lance, baby… I’m a succubus. And I’m hungry.”

*** *** ***

His body moved of its own accord. He was standing up, walking, leading Cass to his bedroom. Resisting Cass’s commands just felt wrong at the moment, even though in his mind he was terrified. Resisting wasn’t painful, but being obedient felt so fulfilling. He was sure that if Cass wished she could get him to do whatever she wanted with no limits.

The world around him was foggy, but Cass’s presence and sweet voice filled him with purpose. Whatever spell or trick she was using on him was effective down to the last footstep. He wanted to focus on what was happening: Cass was a succubus, she was magical, she was hungry, but all he could focus on was her touch, her scent, her flawless body and beautiful face. She was everything at that moment: the dreams of his childhood, the fortune he craved when he played the lottery, the heaven monks pray for every day.

“Mmm, you’re such a good and obedient boy, Lance. I’m so glad I chose you… I’m so excited to have you… I promise I’ll reward you so well... “

They went up the stairs, Lance leading the way. She kept her hands wrapped around his waist. He felt her breath blow gently under his ear, and when she whispered he felt no will to assert himself.

“There. We’re up the stairs. Lead me, Lance, into your room… Don’t fight me, I’ll treat you so nicely…

See how nice it is to obey? Don’t resist the flow… Bend to it.

Oh, is this the door to your room? Open it… That’s right… Now let me in… Good boy…

My, what a grand bed you have! And it’s just big enough for both of us. Now…”

Lance suddenly felt the world solidify. The fogginess lifted, slightly. He could think clearly again, though he was still in too much shock to act. He heard a click and turned to see that Cass was watching him coyly, hands behind her back innocently. The door was locked.

Lance took a step back, but Cass was on him and pushed him to the wall. She pressed her body over his, and he had to admit he loved the feeling… Less so when he realized he couldn’t push her off of him.

“H-how is this possible? You can’t be real…” Lance said.

“Do you really want to talk about how right now? A crash course in demonology?” Cass said.

“I… I’m so scared,” Lance whispered, though Cass didn’t look convinced. He himself wasn’t sure if what he felt was real fear, or excitement.

“All you need to know is that magic is real. Succubi are real. One of them is interested in you. And you’re safe, Lance. You’re safe and you’re going to feel so good…”

“Safe? What do you mean,” Lance said.

Cass smiled and seized his lips in hers in a searing kiss. He instinctively shut his eyes, and responded with full enthusiasm, momentarily forgetting himself. Cass brought him to the bed, not separating until she was pushing him down.

“Succubi feast on two parts of their prey, Lance. We need to eat your lifespan… And your vitality,” she said.

“You’re going to eat my lifespan?” Lance said. She leaned down and pushed him down onto the bed.

“Don’t panic. If I were going to just eat you like that you wouldn’t be able to escape at all. You’re at my mercy now, boy,” she said, practically purring as she danced two fingers along his chest. Lance swallowed, anxious.

Cass giggled and pushed his head back onto the bed with two fingers.

“I did say I liked you, Lance. I won’t harm you all that much. I promise, in fact, that I’ll only eat a little bit of you, and even then only of you give me permission.”

“You… You’re giving me a say?”

“You don’t need to be afraid of me, Lance. What you should be afraid of, I believe, in yourself,” she grinned. “I bet you’re definitely going to give me permission. You’ll offer me all of you.”

“No! No, please,” Lance tried in vain to resist as she lay atop him, pressing herself against him and holding him down. She gently caressed his cheek.

“Calm down, Lance! I said you’re safe and I mean it,” Cass said.

“No! I can’t let you… Please, don’t-!”

“One more ‘no,’ Lance, and I will get up and leave.”

Lance stopped moving, surprised. Staring into Cass’s beautiful eyes, and feeling her amazing fit body against his own, he felt that despite his own fear that he couldn’t take her leaving him. He stopped struggling.

“Lance, listen carefully to me as I explain how I plan on feeding on you. The door’s locked and no one will save you once we start, but that’s okay! Because I promise you that I will only take from you one day of your life, along with your vitality.”

“V-vitality?”

“Just some energy of yours. Replenishable, I assure you.”

“And… And just one day of my life? No more?”

Cass lowered herself and gently nibbled Lance’s ear, causing him to gasp. She practically purred in pleasure and said, in a low whisper, “I won’t take any more than that if you begged me to. It’s such a small price to pay, Lance.”

She stood up quite slowly, pushing herself upwards with her two hands, pressing down her crotch firmly against his own for a longer time than necessary before pushing off completely.

“Get on the bed proper. I want to sit on you, my throne,” she said.

Lance found himself agreeing. He moved onto the bed, resting carefully on the pillow. He watched Cass walk around him, admiring him as though he were a car she were about to test ride. Or, perhaps, a roasted duck she were about to consume. She traced a hand around his sides, feeling his toned muscles still somewhat sore from his workout.

I want to sit on my throne, she had said. Lance shook with trepidation, just thinking of her shapely lower body. Her round, probably toned ass kept inside of her jeans, and the thought of them lowering onto his face… blocking out all sight, only the feeling of being smothered… fate sealed…

Looking down on him with a superior smug, Cass sat atop his crotch, both exciting and slightly disappointing Lance. He didn’t know why he was so disappointed, or why he assumed the other possibility… But he didn’t have time to ponder this. His erection was now pressing painfully against the inside of his jeans, and he knew Cass could feel the bulge. Proof she was winning him over more and more with every action. She could do no wrong. He was practically meat on a plate now.

“Look at you. So ready to accept my dominance,” Cass said.

Lance swallowed. “I… I still don’t know if I want to let you take me like that…”

“How would you stop me?” Cass whispered. She thrust her hips once, grinding against his crotch. Lance moaned, unable to stop himself. Then Cass giggled.
“I kid, of course. I’m no rapist. I’m no thief. But I know you want me, Lance. I can… feel it…”

She brushed his erection with her bottom, not taking her gaze off of him. He felt the tight crevice of her ass between her two firm, perfectly round cheeks. She smile and placed her two round, shapely breasts between her arms, squeezing slightly. She gave a kiss with her bountiful lips, and Lance couldn’t stop his imagination.

 Lance couldn’t hold in his desire any longer. He was definitely going to say yes. There was no stopping himself from giving in and giving her everything she wanted. This girl… this succubus… could have anything she wished from him and he’d give her all of it. He gave one last desperate plea.

“P-please... “ he whispered.

“Please what?” she said, leaning closer…

“Please… I don’t want to die… Don’t kill me...” he whispered.

“I promise,” Cass said. She gave a wide smile and winked. “One day. Some of your vitality. And in return, I’ll make sure this is the greatest night you’ll ever experience.”

The world became hazy once again but Cass herself Lance viewed with extreme sharpness. Her superior, crushing smile as she played with her red hair, her perfect breasts, her strong and powerful body… Lance was mesmerized and felt his mind and willpower squeezed and pulled out of her body. As though her beauty was extracting all will from him. And her touch, and her smell, and her voice…

“Please take me,” he whispered.

With that Cass bent down and latched her hands unto his shoulders, holding him firm as she bent down to kiss him. To his dismay she began softly with light pecks. They lightly touched his lips and he would tilt his head to reach for more each time she retreated. A maddening tease, each enthralling him more and more.

One of her hands slid down his left shoulder to his chest. She squeezed a pectoral muscle, causing him to gasp.

Seizing the opportunity Cass passionately devoured Lance, her tongue shooting into his mouth. From tiny pecks to a passionate snog in no time at all, Lance was taken off guard. He recovered and responded with such passion.

Her taste was like no woman he could remember. In fact, he could not remember how it felt to kiss any other woman before. Nor did he remember any of the women of his past at that moment. Her hands gripping his shirt and shoulder, pulling him upwards and pressing him back down in rhythm. Cass passionately began grinding her body against his.

He felt such a dire need. Sensation and want overflowing in him, but she held him down. A reminder of who was in charge. She hadn’t finished tasting him, apparently, and wanted him down until she was good and ready to proceed.


The solution, it seemed, was to make him weaker.

Her tongue, her lips, her taste changed. Hot honey and lime. Even her smell was different now, and Lance felt he couldn’t control his body anymore. He was still holding her, but his grip wasn’t strong now. He could move just enough to hold onto her and stay close to her, but not enough to push up against her. She was in total control of his experience.

Lance gave out an embarrassing, child-like whine.

“It’ll be okay… Just let me take you as I please… I promise that you’ll love it…” she said, before leaning down further to nibble the top of his left ear. Her hand began to rub his nipple with her thumb.

Lance shuddered at the touch. He knew this wasn’t something men were supposed to enjoy traditionally, but damn. It frightened him, made him tense up, but he couldn’t move to escape it or protest. He loved it.

And then Cass’s other hand slid down to his waist. He was still wearing his office pants, but he felt her hand rub against his waist… and dig down into the bed to pat his ass. She squeezed…

“Oh, God…” Lance groaned. Cass’s hands worked him out, one working his nipple and one fondling his well toned ass.

“I do love men who take care of their bodies… But I find the bigger they are, the more they think they can get away with… Oh well. As long as I get to eat, I find myself thinking, I’d put up with anything.”

Eat… Lance shuddered. This was so wrong… But he wanted it too much to protest. “Like… Jamal?”

“Oh, you remembered? Yes, Jamal was especially prideful. Wouldn’t take no for an answer… well, until I humbled him that is. There must be something about having so many muscles at such a young age that makes men believe they’re above basic courtesy…”

She removed her hand from his ass and placed it around his head, caressing him. She felt his hair, even catching a few tufts between her fingers, pulling gently.

“Did… did you eat Jamal?” he whispered.

“I did. He was delicious,” she said.

“Is… is he still alive?”

Cass chuckled and Lance couldn’t help note how beautiful her mirth sounded.

“He is just fine. As will you. Just relax…”

Cass held herself with one arm and reached down to grab the end of his tank top. She lifted it up, baring his chest. As modest as Lance was there was no downplaying how toned he was. He was in the little leagues when it came to muscle mass, but his workout definitely showed results. He was different from Cass’s previous victims, in more than one way…

“Am I… different? From the others?” Lance said.

Cass was surprised. Lance looked unexpectedly interested in this line of questioning. He didn’t understand why he cared at all himself.

“I did have to play with him a bit differently, yes,” Cass said, stroking Lance’s chest… bottom ab up, eventually sliding a fingernail against his pectoral. “Jamal, that is. Until we got to his room he was very obnoxious. But I wanted that body of his… the rippling muscle… his arms bigger and leaner than yours… I was willing to play the shy, submissive around him to get what I want…”

She stroke Lance’s crotch with a finger and giggled at his moaning.

“I don’t think his arms were the only thing he had bigger than yours, either,” Cass whispered to gauge his response. Lance cringed a little. She giggled.

“Are you jealous, Lance? Even though you know I’m a scary succubus, are you jealous of all the other big, sexually talented men I’ve been with?”

Lance didn’t answer. He did look away, though, and his red face grew a bit brighter. That was all the answer Cass needed.

“I wanted his body, yes. But unlike him, I like you,” Cass said. She gently stroke his erection through his pants, causing him to twitch wildly. “I really like you. I didn’t have to pretend to be someone I wasn’t to lure you away. I appreciate that very much.”

Lance was easy, basically. He didn’t like that, but couldn’t find it in him to focus too much on that as Cass was beginning to tighten her grip with two fingers. She leaned close and whispered: “Okay, let’s have fun now.”

***

She stripped him of his clothes, but she herself remained close to fully dress. A sports tank top that revealed just enough cleavage, her form fitting underwear that covered her up but left nothing to the imagination, and her makeup. Or was she using her enchantments to make Lance believe she had stunning lips, perfect eyelashes, and the clearest and softest skin he had ever seen on a woman? It could have been.

She kissed  his bare chest, softly, barely touching his nipples with the tip of her tongue… He grunted and tried to plea, but could barely muster the energy at this point. Whatever magic she was using to warp his perception so that she, in front of him, was all that he could focus on… all that could bring him joy in life… it made questioning his urges an act of utter futility.

When she was not using her magic, she was a gorgeous woman of whom Lance would kill to have a chance with. Her confidence, her playful nature, her well exercised but soft body, perfect blue eyes and, no way to get around it, perfect round breasts made her irresistible. When she was using her magic she became a goddess.

And the way she felt…

She moved her crotch against his own, the light friction of his bare groin against her clothes driving him mad, but with her holding him down by the arms he couldn’t even squirm his frustrations away. Her grip almost hurting his wrist, but in the best and kinkiest way. Her breasts slid across his abdominals; the tip of her nipples teasing and tickling him.

And she smelled so nice: still a bit of the beer from the boba shop but something new and unfamiliar as well. A scent resembling tea leaves with a taste of sweetened lime that electrified his senses.

She slid over him, sliding her underwear up his erection and past its tip. Lance groaned. Now her face was just barely visible behind her round breasts looming over his head.

“Do you want me to smother you?”

She was so blunt and could read him too well. He swallowed and nodded.

“Don’t be so ashamed. I’m flattered, really,” She lowered herself, covering Lance’s world in darkness. “You’re so attracted to me you’d trade away breathing to be close to me…”

Without removing her tank top she pressed her breasts over him. They would have been soft mounds, but her top kept them pressed together firm. They were still heavenly as she pressed them against Lance’s face, making the world black.

Lance could breathe, but he felt as though his mind was being smothered, denied thought. There was nothing but her softness and weight.
She lifted herself up. He took a deep breath before she lowered herself on him again.

“Mmm… You love it… You love my soft breasts.... You can’t live without them pressed to your face…” she said, feeling him squirm beneath her. “Am I warm? Nod if yes…”

He nodded. She was warm. So soft. And, at least for now, she was all his. Or rather he was all hers.

She lifted herself up again.

“Now… shall I do that again… or shall I fuck you already?”

Lance looked up at her She was looking down, her eyes slit half closed as she grinned down at him. He knew she was thinking up all of the ways she would be having him… All of the ways she would be using his body… that he had given her permission to do to him… He might come to regret it, but he wanted to be used so badly right then.

“Please fuck me,” he managed to choke out.

“Of course.”

She reached back to undo her bra, bending backward as she did. From the angle he was held down in her breasts were blocking his view of her face now. Lance did not mind so much… When she removed the bra her breasts, now bare, subtly bounced. Lance squirmed once again, almost squeaking in lust.

Then she stood up to remove her underwear. Lance watched, dazzled as she slid her underwear down her thighs. She kicked them off and resumed her position: upright, atop him, her crotch just above his own. She smiled.

“Time for me to eat you,” she whispered. He nodded. He couldn’t wait any longer.

She lowered herself, guiding his erection into her. His tip… his shaft…

She leaned back and moaned, smiling down at Lance. She gave her hips a light forward thrust and Lance almost lost control. If he could muster the energy he would have tried to sit up and wrap his hands around her… But it was a futile effort. Her voice was a whisper.

“Lance… Are you enjoying me yet?”

Lance nodded, absentmindedly. Cass smiled and continued to thrust.

“I’ll make this worth the day I’m taking from you, Lance. I’ll make you forget all about everything I’m taking from you…”

Her thrusts were slow, but firm. Lance, long forsaking dignity, had his mouth wide open in a silent permanent moan. He tried to add his own thrusts… He could hardly move…

“Shh, don’t try. Let me lead,” she said. Cass leaned forward, her face close to his own. “I get the feeling that I’m the more experienced of us, anyway.”

In an impressive display of flexibility she bent down and kissed Lance, without missing a beat. Lance responded as best as he could. Her tongue slipped through his lips, meeting his own.

She squeezed herself inside, wrapping tightly around his cock, milking him deliciously. Lance felt pure pleasure, but Cass herself felt absolutely ecstatic. Her succubus insides, only subtly different from that of a human being’s, had detected sustenance. Cass smiled and squirmed, from the sex, from the presence of something delicious. She controlled herself, denying herself the feast for just a little longer…

“When you cum…” she whispered. “I will eat you when you cum…”

Lance shut his eyes. When he came she would eat him… As she began to thrust harder and harder, almost painful but much too pleasurable for him to care, he began to think about getting eaten. Did it hurt? What would it be like, for a demoness to devour him?

Lance wanted to ask. No, more like he wished to scream. He wanted to know how it felt… He wanted to feel it… He wanted to get eaten...Please eat me… Please...

Cass gave small moans of pleasure, but if Lance could even speak he would have been screaming with euphoria. She was overwhelming him, but she knew that this was just a sample of pleasure, a light that paled compared to how it felt to be devoured…

She amped up her succubus aura and began to glow. Not a real burst of dazzling light, but an enthralling illusion for Lance himself to see. The sight of the goddess of a woman on top of him… Overtaking him… Claiming him as her own...

Cass smirked, seconds away before he came.

Lance felt the orgasm build… his cum coursing through him, to be pushed out… And he screamed as he orgasmed, and Cass laughed. He came and it was rapturous. A breathtaking twelve seconds of pleasure… But before it was about to taper away, Cass made her move.

Now, she thought, and sucked the life out of him.

*** ***

It was as though the orgasm had prolonged itself, continuing on right when it was beginning to die down… Something else was cumming out of Lance. The sensation was like a whole separate orgasm, starting right after his first one. It was enthralling, wonderful, and agony.

At the absolute height of the second orgasm, Cass grinned and squeezed her  her powerful thighs and knees around Lance and thrusted up and down, damn near bouncing him up on the bed a few times, as though trying to force out every bit of cum she could.

In a way that no human could understand, Cass could taste the sweet life energy and vitality she was robbing from him. Mixed with his semen was vitality purified, coursing out of Lance and into Cass, distributing all throughout her body. Orgasmic… She had to control herself, less she broke her promise to him and eat more of him than she wished… The more life and vitality a succubus takes, the more pleasure for both parties.

Even as the second orgasm calmed down and Lance began to feel the fatigue that came after being drained of life, Cass rocked their bodies, pressing down and squeezing between each spurt to stretch out the sensation for as long as she could. Cass felt satisfied, her hunger satiated. She wanted to express her gratitude and make Lance’s pleasure last for as long as possible. However…

Lance’s orgasm had died down. Lance winced as the allure and seductive magic enticing him to Cass withered away. Cass… she was still incredibly beautiful. But he couldn't move. He couldn’t lift his arms or legs.

“I… I’m so exhausted… I can’t move,” Lance said. Cass got up from him. She looked down at his drained body, pitying the poor fool. All those toned muscles… they would surely be gone soon. Humans needed to work so hard to maintain themselves.

“It’s a shame,” she muttered.

“W-what is?” Lance said. He tried to get up, but could not move.

“Don’t you move, Lance. Since you were such a gentleman today I won’t leave you exposed like this.”

Cass stood up. Even spent, Lance found himself oggling her perfect naked body. She tucked his legs together and then walked to the bathroom to fetch a towel wet with warm water. She came back and began wiping the mess off of his body.

“Let me warn you, Lance. You won’t be able to do much for a few days. In fact, you will most likely never set foot in a gym again,” Cass whispered as she cleaned him.

“W-why? I thought you said you were only taking one day from me,” he said.

Cass smiled sadly at him. “And I did not lie. One day. And some vitality. The vitality, Lance, was the important part.”

“But you told me it was replenishable.”

“It is. But it’s not easy. With your vitality I have stolen your drive. The habits you’ve gained from your years of going to the gym… Your active lifestyle… By the time the fatigue wears off you will have lost your urge to exercise. In fact, you’ll be lucky if you’re able to get out of bed for work in the morning.”

“How can I-?”

“I’ll be honest, Lance. It will be too difficult for you. You’ll probably lose your drive. Just like all of the other men I’ve slept with.”

Cass looked down at Lance’s face. She brushed his cheek and smiled sadly.

“I’m sorry. I almost never sleep with anyone I really like. But jerk after jerk… I couldn’t resist a nice man like you,” Cass said. “I was hoping I wouldn’t like you, Lance. I hoped you would be self absorbed, just like the others. But as the date went on I found I needed you so much. We succubi are truly a selfish species.”

Lance tried to raise his hand, but couldn’t find it in him to move. Cass put him under the bed sheets and gave him a kiss.

“Thank you for being a nice man, and an adequate fuck,” she said. She began to walk away.

Lance felt sleep begin to take him, but mustered up enough energy to mutter, “Cass…”

Cass looked back at him, no longer smiling.

“You were a nice change of pace. Farewell.”

She left the room and Lance fell asleep. She walked down the stairs, put her clothes back on in the living room, and left, using magic to lock the door. She turned around and disappeared into the night, smirking.

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Epilogue:

Lance woke up to the four AM alarm. His instincts told him to get up and turn it off like normal, but he couldn’t move. His head hurt, and the alarm was like a siren to him. The rest of his body felt as though they were weighed down by cement. He hoped it was sleep paralysis, but it did not go away. The alarm blared on and on until two minutes passed and it fell silent.
Lance remembered last night. The date, taking off his clothes, and Cass… her beautiful hair, eyes and smile… And the dismissive way she regarded him afterwards…. Still beautiful, if cruel.

You were a nice change of pace…

Four AM was when he would do his calisthenics before cleaning up for work, but the amount of willpower it took to even move was almost painful.

He managed to sit up anyway. Instinct drove him to take off his shirt and slouch onto the floor.

“Just do the warm ups… No need to do the rest of the workout, just do the sixty push ups,” he thought to himself. Focusing on this incredibly difficult workout to forget about last night… That was what he needed to do… He made it to three and almost fell back asleep on the floor. Tears dropped from his eyes. It was a miracle he managed to get up and out of the house before six.

He was late for work and didn’t socialize at all. He managed to get through the day, though it was like working with the worst of hangovers.

He refused overtime, a rare occurrence for him, and found himself at the Fit 4 Less gym. It was mindless habit that took him there, not the urge to exercise.

He sat on a bench, light dumbbells by his side, but couldn’t muster any energy to curl them. Defeated, he went over his papers from work instead. When it was getting dark he left for work.

The next day he managed to get through more of his four AM workout. The day after that was a weekend, and he couldn’t bring himself to wake up so early. But he went to the gym and finished a bit of cardio.

Day by day, one bit at a time, Lance was back at the gym. By the next week he was back at the gym.

Cass was wrong.

And one day, eight days since he had last saw her, Cass was at the Fit4Less gym. She was as beautiful as she had been before. Dazzling, even though Lance knew her dastardly ways. She was flirting with some poor man, not noticing Lance at all.

Lance narrowed his eyes.

And his next actions were both mischievous and horribly reckless.