Borrowed Succubus
Table of Contents
Copyright
Halloween Party
Summoning
Hunger
A Plan
Snack
Practical Seduction
The Summoner
The Internet Hunk
Another from the Net
Succubus Returned
A New Home
More Great Books!
About L.M. Gregory
Copyright
Borrowed Succubus
An Erotic Body Swap
By
L.M Gregory
2019 Copyright L.M. Gregory All right reserved
All characters in this story are at least 18 years old. Any similarities to real or fictional people are accidental.
Halloween Party
Voices swirled in cheerful amusement around Timothy Cantrell, punctuated by laughter, and the occasional fake scream. He stood off to the side, watching as usual. The apartment complex he lived in held monthly get-togethers, themed around the time of year. Not that management went all out on the decorations, the Halloween party had a few plastic pumpkins and cobwebs in the high corners of the lounge. The webs might have been natural though.
Still, people took the opportunity to gather. Tim’s neighbors he could recognize by sight, if not name. Their guests were unknown to him but provided added incentive to people watch. He didn’t come to mingle, he came to watch.
And Halloween was the best party of the year for that.
Twenty-somethings with little money had some interesting costumes. Plenty of skimpy dressed blondes held little dragons on their shoulders despite how that had turned out. Cheerleaders abounded, possibly outfits left over from their real cheering years. Often with parts cutoff to enhance the skin showing, something Tim didn’t mind at all.
Togas abounded. Wrap a sheet around a body and you had a costume slightly less cheesy than a ghost. The dim light flickering from LEDs provided illuminance designed to mimic candles. It didn’t work, but real flames would never be allowed. Hell, the year before the smoke machine had set off the fire alarms. At midnight.
People had not been amused at having to stand outside in the cold rain, for 2 hours while the fire department decided if the smoke meant a real fire or not.
Idiots.
Tim wasn’t sure if he meant management, his fellow apartment dwellers, or maybe the fire department. It shouldn’t have taken two hours to figure out that there wasn’t a fire!
Mostly Tim meant he was the biggest idiot of all. Every time they threw one of these all hands on deck parties, he showed up. Hoping. With most of his time spent on his school projects or his teaching assistant job, finding a girlfriend was not in the cards. As an average looking guy, the internet hookup sites didn’t work well for him. He just couldn’t bring himself to initiate.
He hated drinking.
Which left him trolling the local parties.
Not that he knew anyone.
For two years, he’d lived in the same apartment and couldn’t even name a single person.
The caveman and cavewoman dancing on the cleared floor lived a few doors down from Tim. His “fur” tunic left massive arms and shoulders bare, except where it connected near his thick neck. “Leg day” was not in the guy’s workout schedule judging from the skinny legs poking out below the tunic.
His partner, though. Wow. A fur bra which couldn’t contain her massive tits and a fur bikini so tiny her round ass poked through. Tim could have stared all night if he hadn’t been worried about getting a punch to the face. Caveman had a nasty temper, so no matter how hot his cavewoman, Tim wasn’t going to cut in.
Most of the women in the complex were taken much to Tim’s disappointment. How he found the one apartment complex near campus filled with married people was still something he didn’t understand.
Luck.
Bad.
Still, he couldn’t complain about the eye candy. Sexy versions of movie characters, two French maids competing for the most skin shown award, a demon in a red bikini top and short skirt who gave the maids a run for their naked money. Halloween was the time of year everyone could let their inner slut out.
Even Tim had dressed up as a video game character complete with exposed chest hair. Though he stood a little tall for the character.
Okay, claiming to be a man-slut may have been stretching it.
“I love Halloween, everyone is so uninhibited, I can stretch my wings, and no one blinks twice,” a soft voice whispered near Tim’s ear.
Tim’s heart raced. The woman’s voice had a lilt he couldn’t place but touched him in places no woman had touched in too long. Damn.
He turned slowly, not wanting to scare her off.
For a moment, he thought she was the demon he’d seen earlier, but this woman had gone all out. Not just a pair of horns and tiny wings as an excuse to show off a tight body.
No.
Her wings, black as night, towered over her, even flickering with the woman’s movements as if they were real instead of an elaborate prop. How had she managed those things? And her costume didn’t even stop there! Horns, long and with points that looked like they could skewer a matador at 20 paces. Far beyond the little plastic things of the other demon woman.
Then there was her skin. Somehow, she’d given her entire body an unnatural dark red tone. Like something straight out of a horror movie, only no horror demon looked as good. Golden, cat eyes blinked at Tim as if waiting for a response.
If that had been it, she would have had the best costume at the party without a single person even close.
But the woman had a body that left Tim’s mouth dry as he struggled to respond. Breasts that should have been too big to look natural, but somehow fit her slender figure. An hourglass figure straight out of a perverted man’s demented imagination. Wide hips barely covered by a black bikini, matched by the black bra holding her tits in place. Well, not really, the woman’s bosom heaved with every breath she took.
“I can’t even blink once,” Tim spurted out. And then wanted to hit himself. That was it? A gorgeous woman who would make pinup models jealous finally talks to him, and all he can come up with is a lame joke?
But the woman laughed, touched his arm, and smiled brilliantly white teeth at Tim. Like the joke had been the greatest one ever.
And her touch. Damn. It sent a shiver through him that left him hard and wanting to bend her over right then and there, fuck the audience.
What’s wrong with me?
The woman’s hand slid down his arm, her golden eyes never leaving his until slim fingers wrapped around his. “Sirena,” she said in that voice so hot it had to melt butter.
Sirena?
Oh!
Her name.
What’s my name? He panicked.
Tim!
“I’m Tim!” he practically yelled into the suddenly silent lounge. When had the music stopped?
Sirena snickered, but her fingers caressed his before releasing him. “It’s good to meet you, Tim.”
His face had to be as red as hers but without the makeup. Still, he managed to ignore all the stares and sputter out, “Wow, you too.”
Her grin widened. “You like my… costume?”
“It’s by far the best one here,” Tim said, taking the time to look her over again. Hey, she’d all but invited it.
When she posed, a hand on her hip, Tim’s breath stopped.
This woman could kill me, a small part of his brain, a primitive part that didn’t come out much thought.
He swallowed. Despite the warning, there was no way he was going to run. Men were giving him jealous glances, something that never happened. None dared approach though, Sirena gave off a vibe that said to leave them alone.
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“Yes, well, I might have cheated,” she said, winking at him.
Tim didn’t even care what that meant.
The music started up again, and people started turning away since no more drama then Tim’s loud exclamation appeared forthcoming.
“Dance?” Sirena asked.
Tim’s palms broke into a sweat, flipped to ice-cold, but how could he say no? He’d never get another chance like this again.
A warm hand slid into his, and it was Sirena who led them into the cleared area being used as a dance floor.
This Tim could do. His hand rested lightly on Sirena’s hip, touching bare skin, which somehow sent warmth radiating through him.
The girl was literally hot.
They were almost the same height, so Tim’s eyes were looking right into hers. They do such amazing things with contacts.
Why Sirena had bothered an elaborate costume for a simple building party, Tim didn’t know. Maybe she’d been going somewhere else, and it had been canceled. Like the lingerie party for a Fortune 500 company.
Taking a chance, Tim’s hand slid around her waist to rest on the top of her plump butt cheeks. With his other, he pulled Sirena against him. She snuggled into him, pressing her chest against his as if she belonged there.
Maybe she did.
Could fate have brought them together?
It owed him. He’d had shit luck with women so far.
Though Sirena seemed far beyond what would be considered in his league.
Her body molded into his.
Tim’s cock pressed against her thigh, and she grinned at him as if she could feel it. A part of him wondered about this. Why had she picked him? There were better looking men, even among the few singles in the building.
Don’t question it! Go with it!
Tim didn’t know much about dancing, and what they did might not even have been dancing, but more swaying. Or sex standing up without actual sex. Every motion of her body sent thrills through Tim that were better than any sex he could remember.
It had been a long time, but his memory wasn’t so bad as to forget that!
When the music stopped, Tim didn’t want to, but he started to pull away.
Sirena had other plans. She held him close and leaned in to whisper, “Take me to your place.”
That was a command Tim couldn’t refuse.
While waiting for the elevator, Tim considered asking Sirena to go to her apartment. She didn’t look familiar but must live in the building, or she wouldn’t be at the party. His own apartment wasn’t exactly clean.
But the elevator dinged into position, and Sirena’s firm grip pulled him inside, where she wrapped him up in a kiss that left him unable to remember his name let alone the question he wanted to ask her.
By the time they arrived at his 5th-floor apartment, his cock raged underneath his pants. Harder than he’d ever been. How could this woman do that to him? The thought skimmed through his mind and out as he pushed it aside. He needed this. His last relationship had ended well over 2 years prior, and the time since had been lonely.
A one-night stand might night be the ideal relationship, but with a woman as hot as Sirena, he would put aside the ideal and go for the right now.
It’s not like he’d ever get another chance.
Sirena was on him from the moment the door closed behind them. Lips locked on his tongue, teasing his, and daring him to follow. Tim slipped into her mouth while she sucked on him like his soul could be pulled from his body through his mouth.
“Bedroom,” Sirena broke off the kiss long enough to demand.
Thankfully, the apartment was dark and the messes hidden. He navigated by memory, his hands exploring Sirena’s nearly naked body.
“I love this costume,” he gasped out.
She laughed and sucked him back into her embrace.
They crashed through the bedroom door and onto the waiting bed. Her body pressed him down into the rumpled sheets. Just enough light filtered into the room so that he could see her.
See the near-perfect body.
See when she reached behind her and released her breasts, the large globes bouncing as Tim’s head followed the mesmerizing sight.
Perfect.
So beautiful.
“Thank you,” Sirena said.
Had he said that out loud? Oh well, it seemed she didn’t mind.
Sirena shredded Tim’s shirt, destroying it so thoroughly the idea that her nails were claws passed through his mind. But she grabbed his head and pulled him into another breathless kiss, he couldn’t concentrate on thoughts.
His body shuddered. All his strength trickled into his cock. He wanted to roll her onto her back and fuck her but didn’t have the energy. His cock stayed hard though. So very hard. Almost breaking through the pants he’d worn. Tim’s costume was from a cosplay years earlier, no one at the party seemed to get it, but it amused him.
Now he regretted wearing such tight pants to the extent he could form a thought to regret anything.
The touches and caresses from Sirena sent all his energy straight to his cock as if gathering there for a purpose.
Tim could hardly breathe.
And he didn’t care. He could die happy if Sirena would just fuck him.
His hands slid down to his side from where they had been resting on her back.
“Yes,” she whispered. “Let me handle everything.”
“That’s wonderful,” Tim said as she wiggled on his cock. Enough pleasure filtered through his body into his cock that he thought he should have cum already. But couldn’t.
Not yet.
Sirena would be disappointed.
Her lips burned into his neck. Sharp teeth nicking his vein and sending a shudder through him.
The world flickered.
Tim was on top.
The world glowed red. With the body below him radiating heat and power, centered in the cock.
Cock?
Tim’s world quivered.
Sirena had a cock?
No…
It wasn’t her.
Tentacles of power reached out from him to the body beneath him, stroking the man while gathering the… life force? Pushing that power straight into the man’s center. His dick.
My cock, Tim realized. It was him beneath… himself.
Flicker.
He was back.
His body burned. Desire, pleasure, and now pain combining.
Sirena leaned back. Blinking the golden eyes. Her brow furrowed, creating the first lines he’d seen in her perfect body. “What happened?”
Tim shook his head, far too tired to respond. His cock still throbbed in pain and pleasure, but the energy gathering there leaked back.
“No!” Sirena said.
She grabbed him, kissed him, and he was lost again.
Lost in her arms.
The hard nipples pressing against his chest. The pleasure gathering in his body and directing more and more energy towards his cock.
A hand slipped between them.
Sirena.
Gathering his pants.
Shredding them instead of pulling them down.
A flicker of fear passed through Tim. And a tiny hint of anger. He liked that cosplay even if he was too tall to wear it well.
But Sirena’s burning hand wrapped around his cock, and all thoughts were forced from his mind. How could he think with that kind of pleasure…
Flicker.
Hunger swelled in him. Grew to overwhelm him and right below him was the perfect dinner. So pent up with need and desire that Tim was surprised other humans didn’t see it.
Humans?
Though the light was odd, Tim saw himself.
Beneath… himself?
No.
If his body was underneath him, then he was… Sirena!
“What’s happening?” they said at the same time. His voice, but not tone. Her voice, but his tone mixing in confusion.
A tugging hit Tim.
His hand
tightened on his own cock, even if he wasn’t in his body anymore, anchoring himself against the pull.
“Don’t!” Sirena said.
She grabbed him, but her—Tim’s—hands were weak.
The entire world flickered. Not just the change in perspective as when he’d shifted bodies, but everything changed.
A deep voice chanted words he couldn’t understand.
He knelt in a circle of candlelight.
The real thing, not the fake candles of earlier.
Desire exploded in his body along with hunger. Stronger than earlier. He wanted to eat. But not food.
No, not food.
Something else.
Energy.
Life.
Sex.
They mingled in his mind.
While Sirena’s final call echoed, “Get back here!”
A man stood outside the circle. The chanting came from him.
He’s naked. Tim thought. Not a good thing. The man wasn’t in shape, though his cock pointed straight at Tim. Big, thick, and dripping cum.
Eww.
A last yell from the man.
And Tim ceased to be split into two.
He was just there.
Wherever there was.
“I did it,” the man said.
“I summoned a succubus!”
Succubus?
Summoning
The naked fat man danced around the circle of candles. With his eyes adjusting, though still seeing the man partially with glowing red flows, Tim saw the ring of candles was an actual circle. Formed with what looked like chalk and in a hand that was far from steady, the circle surrounded Tim. Where each candle sat on the ring, lines radiated inward.
A star. Tim followed the lines of chalk, they seemed to form a five-pointed star. In a circle.
A pentagram.
And the guy said succubus.
What the fuck was going on?
“I have you demon! I did it!” Huffing, the guy finally stopped in front of Tim.
Tim struggled to his feet but felt odd. Different. Like his mind commanded his body to stand in the usual manner, but his body insisted on standing differently. Weird.
“And now succubus, you will pleasure me, without taking my soul.”
Pleasure him?
Tim looked down his nose at the shorter man. Fat and sort of greasy, he was precisely the kind of guy Tim would expect to find in a basement. Which it seemed like they were in. The ground the pentagram was drawn on was concrete. Bare two-by-fours formed the shape of the basement, but it was ultimately empty of anything but crap. Old furniture piled against the walls, along with things Tim couldn’t even make out in the flickering candlelight.