User blog:Beyondrapture/WWYD response (Blackmail-Bobruffains

I push myself back into the wall, hoping that I can somehow melt into it and save myself from the social homicide that’s being thrown my way. No such luck, the black-haired Succubus who has me pinned simply follows me, crushing me against the wall with her large breasts and leaning in so that her mouth is right next to my ear. “Clock’s ticking” she whispers. Oh god. That voice…it’s…it’s pure sex! She’s got me. She knows it, and so do I.

She pushes away from the wall and hooks her finger under my chin. “Let’s take this somewhere more private…husband” She tells me with a wink. As I’m being led to the back rooms, our audience begins wolf-whistling and cheering, probably imagining the girl on girl that’s about to kick off. Some of my best mates are getting in on it. That’s the last time you dickheads get a free pint out of me. As we pass, my sister tips me a wink. I get just enough time to flip her off before I’m yanked into the master bedroom.

The succubus closes the door (much to the disappointment of the crowd outside) and turns to me, stripping off her top. “My name’s Jezebel” she says, licking her lips. “remember that, you’re going to be screaming it in a second.” Then she pounces me.

We fuck. We fuck a lot. My mind starts getting hazy as I succumb to the pleasure. Nothing in the world matters except Jezebel, her body is the only thing I can focus on, succubus pheromones and sheer sexual skill make the world blurry for me. It’s like a trip, I’m high on this girl! Eventually it all becomes too much and I pass out, Jez’s grinning face being the last thing I see.

I wake up feeling like I’ve just come off a seven day bender. And again, the first thing I see is Jezebel’s face. She’s looks concerned, worried even. Aww Jez, we’ll share our husband, don’t worry….wait a minute. What? What the fuck? What the fucking fuck?! Our husband? I’m her husband! And yet I can’t shake the thought that I should be finding a man and sharing him with Jez.

I sit bolt upright and give myself a look over...where in the blue fuck is my penis?

I’m panicking, I give myself a pat down, trying to make sense of the situation. Horns. Wings. Tail. Vagina. Oh no. Oh fuck no. I’m going to be sick. Then I think I’m going to cry. Then I think I’m going to put a .45 between my (perfect, cute little fangs….no stop it) teeth and call it a life.

A pair of arms and wings wraps around me, snapping me out of my downward spiral. It’s only once Jezebel is holding me tight that I realise that I’ve been weeping, rocking back and forth in an existential crisis. Self destruction mixing with a new mindset designed by the Maou to make destructive thinking impossible.

“Shh, shh, sweetie it’s alright” Jez coos. “You’ll love being a monster, you’ll see.” I sniffle and look up at her, she smiles at me in response. “But, but, how did this happen?” I ask. Jezebel wraps a wing around mine and sighs. “I don’t know” she tells me “My best guess is that my demonic energy set off a reaction with the glamour spell that was placed on you. I didn’t mean for this to happen, but I’ll help you adjust to being a succubus now that it has.”

I sigh, and begin to pull my dress back on. As I do Jez tips me a cheeky wink. “suits you” she says with a grin. “Oh great” I reply “look at me, the fashion queen” “Well not yet” Jez replies with a grin worthy of a Cheshire Cat “But I’ll help you out with that too. You are, by far, the cutest Alp I’ve even seen. Now come on let’s get back to the party.”

Jezebel throw an arm around my shoulders as we walk back into the main room. “I’ll introduce you to my friends” She says with a happy smile. “Mamono have to stick together.”

I make sure to give my sister a whack over the head with my spade-tail as we pass. Petty revenge is the best.