Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-29435884-20180706034212/@comment-33398500-20180706094448

What just happened here...?

As I stood in the middle of an alley, above the sitting figure of the dishevelled, emaciated succubus with her sad little sign in front of her, I had no idea how to really react at the moment. She was seriously way too thin, any ‘assets’ she might have had shrunken, her limbs practically just bone at this point. “Wh-what happened to you...?” I started to ask, my mouth barely able to form the words.

“P-p-please, s-sir... Can you spare me s-some s-s-spirit? J-just a little... I-I’ll make it good, I swear!” she said weakly, looking up at me, a sad desperation in her eyes as she did so.

I knew I wasn’t going to get any answers out of such a being, nor was sympathy going to help her at all. It was quite clear what this succubus needed, and obvious she hadn’t gotten it in quite some time, or any other kind of food, from the looks of things (I wasn’t really sure if succubi even ate normal food).

Shaking my head at the stark cruelty of reality, I knelt down, looking her dead in the eye as I started to pick her up, ensuring I was able to hold her up. “Come with me...” I started, now having to go down the street with someone looking like they should be in the hospital toward my home, unable to think of anywhere else to go.

Upon reaching my apartment, I brought her in quickly, setting her down on my bed in a vain attempt to make her more comfortable. “What is your name...?” I asked her quietly, she didn’t answer immediately, taking a moment or two of awkward silence before she decided on a response.

“D-don’t... if you’re gonna j-just use me... d-don’t bother with a name...” she spoke these words as if it had happened before, her marred features having a look of surprise at my expression.

“I’m hurt you think I’m that kind of guy...” I told her. She must have had some seriously bad times to have ended up like this, doubtless having had some shitbag boyfriend at some point or something. Though, looking at her right now, it was hard to find anything one could find physically attractive from the state she was currently in, most likely the reason she had gotten worse and worse off...

“P-please... d-don’t care what kind of guy... just... please... h-help...” she begged, as I found myself moving toward her.

As I moved my face closer toward hers in an attempt to be encouraging, she kissed me weakly, but I could tell she was trying hard even in her state. Leading myself into the desperate succubus, I felt something strange as she kissed me, her demonic energy, weak as it was, entered me, simply trying to help her had given her an opening to prepare me to take her.

It had been the most awkward time I’d had in my life. I was no ladies’ man by any stretch of the word, but even I could tell it was bad, having been practically going at it with a doll the whole time, getting only weak movements in an attempt from her to participate.

Once it was finally over, which took far longer than I would have thought sex with even such a weakened succubus would, I got off of her, for fear of breaking her bones or something, but something had clearly changed after this. As I rolled off of her, she rolled on to me, looking down at me with that same desperate longing that had been there before, but this time it seemed more... primal, as if giving her even a slight dose of energy had awakened something in her.

“Please... just one more time... I’m still so... hungry... please...” she again begged, though the fact that she had the strength now to clamber onto me was encouraging, and she looked at least somewhat prettier than before, so clearly I had helped her somewhat. As she brought herself down to kiss me again, I could feel my body perfectly happy to help her, ready once again as she now took me this time.

This continued for what felt like forever. We would have sex, we would finish, and she would look a little healthier after each one. Her body’s longing would cause her to want more, her demonic energy would make me able to give more, and the cycle would repeat. The only difference was, each time she would be a little prettier, her movements more vigorous, her body more properly filled-out, and her mannerisms going from pitiful begging to aggressively demanding more. This process had continued until I found myself passing out after the last time she took me, no amount of demonic energy able to stop me losing consciousness at that point.

Waking up some time later, I sat up in my bed with a start, as the succubus had invaded my dreams at that point, and I wasn’t sure if she’d actually been able to do that, or if it was just her being on my mind when I lost consciousness.

“Morning, sweetie~” a voice then chimed from next to me. “My my, you slept late. It’s almost sunset again...” pointing out at the sky, which had just started to get a tinge of orange as the sun went down. “Then again, any guy would after having a succubus feed THAT much from him~” she considered, her beautiful form now pressing against me, as I could finally appreciate just how drop-dead gorgeous she was now that she was truly herself again. “I was starting to think you died~” she cooed with mock sadness.

“Yeah... that was certainly... interesting...” I started, now managing to sit up before turning to her “So... what is your name, then? You didn’t tell me yesterday...” I then asked her.

“Oh... my name? It’s Kate...” she then finally told me. “...I thought you were just going to use me until you got bored... so I didn’t want to tell you... didn’t think you’d let me go the distance~” she then cooed happily, clearly ecstatic she was truly fed for the first time in a while. “But what a fun, happy distance it was~”

“Well, it was certainly an interesting night... though now I’M having a hard time moving...” I then admitted, having had trouble getting to just sitting up. “...I’m Victor, by the way...”

“Good, now I know what to moan next time we get started~” she then joked with a giggle.

However, it was at this point, where everything seemed to be going well that my question came, unbidden.

“Why did you think you were just going to be used?” I asked, confused.

“It’s a long, terrible story...” she then responded sadly, looking away from me now. “...but I suppose I could tell you, since you pretty much saved my life...” now starting to tell me the story. “You see... you’d have to know how I got there... my last boyfriend... first and last, he was a REAL piece of work... I’d hoped I’d be calling him ‘husband’, but he got involved with an entire PACK of werewolves... thought he was so damned slick that I wouldn’t know... but when you’re too worn out for a succubus to get you going... there’s a problem... then when I started suggesting I knew, he declared he was cutting me off for a while... I thought he was joking... but as a few days went by, and I found myself getting hungrier and hungrier, he didn’t come to me... I was loyal to him, still, though... I LOVED him... and he knew it... but still used it to hurt me... when he finally dumped me for them, I was already starting to become the me you found in the alley...” stopping a moment, as she was starting to break down at this point, tears clearly visible even from the limited angle I had.

I could feel a pain in my palms as my fingers balled up tightly into fists. “I... just let me know where to find this piece of...” I started.

“N-no... w-won’t do any good...” she then shook her head, before continuing “...once I was out on the street, no home to go back to, since my family kicked me out for staying with him... I was passed from one person to another, used like a toy for just long enough to keep me from starving to death, before they’d get bored with me and throw me out again... which is the way you found me... not enough life left in me to attract someone to keep me going, not enough strength to MAKE someone give me theirs even if I was willing to do that...” she finished.

Damn... that’s pretty fucked up...

“No wonder you thought that about me... “ I reflected, before I felt myself wrapping my arms around her. “...but I swear this to you... I’m not going to let that happen to you again... ever...”

“Gotta tell you... that’s the way HE talked at first...” she commented, as I could feel her body tensing up within my embrace. “...but that points out my mistake...” she then looked down at me, my hug having brought me to her chest level, pressed against her now-considerable ‘assets’ as her expression started to get that same fire she’d had when we would finish and her hunger had demanded more. “...letting him get away from me enough to let that happen... if you don’t want that to happen to me again...” she continued, before turning the two of us and clambering onto me with a downright clumsy eagerness “...then you’re not leaving my side~ I’m gonna addict you to my flavour~ Not taking no for an answer~” her previously sadness having given way to a lewd enthusiasm one would more expect from a succubus “...after all, you went through the trouble of addicting me to yours last night~” It was a weird way to talk about spiritual/demonic energy, but I’d heard before from a friend who’d married a bicorn that energy from different mamono literally had a different taste.

“Hey, wait, I’ll still recovering from last-“ I started, thought it was clear she had gotten lost in her own longing again, my still-drained body unable to stop her... or maybe I was just unwilling to...

Hadn’t expected this when I decided I was going to help her...