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I started this basically on a whim after going a long time with no motivation to write anything. I have 5 chapters planned but no set schedule to release them as I find that introduces too much stress into my life. They'll all be completed in time. 


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Chapter I


Patrick Rogue’s life sucked. At least, from his perspective it sucked. He was 18, less than 6 months from graduating highschool as valedictorian with a full ride to his college of choice. Why then, were things so terrible? Simple, his girlfriend Bella had cheated on him. After nearly 3 years of dating and promises of “waiting till marriage” she had gone and fucked the dumb as bricks quarterback Mike Pendelton. She never even officially broke up with him, she just dropped him like so much chopped liver. 3 years. 3 years of sexual frustration from dating the hottest girl in town yet being unable to touch her. He could’ve waited. He was happy to because he thought it meant she loved him for him and not for sex. But now she was gone and he was alone, on his bed trying not to sob his brains out all over his pillow. 

Patrick turned his puffy red eyes to his bedside table. The clock read 3:33AM. He had to get up in less than 4 hours to get ready for school. Even the thought of being in the same building as Bella and Mike nearly made him vomit. He huffed and grabbed his earbuds. If he wasn’t gonna sleep he might as well entertain himself. As the music blasted into his ears, probably louder than was safe, he finally felt himself start to calm down. There was still a boiling sensation in his stomach and he couldn’t stop the tears but he felt just a little better. The overly edgy and depressing lyrics from his chosen song seemed to resonate more than they ever had before. 

Only….something was off. There was another voice. It wasn’t unpleasant, sweet and soothing, a female voice. But it was dissident with the music, clearly coming from elsewhere. With his mind momentarily distracted from his woes, Patrick paused the song. He lay there in silence for several seconds, hearing nothing, but just as he was about to hit play again he heard it. A soft “Hey! Loser!” Now thoroughly confused, and a little insulted, Patrick sat up in his bed. Once again he heard it. “Yeah, get up! Look over here!” The voice was clearly female, it had the soft gravely timber of a stereotypical TV goth girl. And it was coming from his window. Patrick turned to look and his heart nearly stopped. 

Look, you can’t blame him. Most people would be shocked and terrified to see a face plastered against their 2nd story window. Even if that face belonged to an apparently beautiful woman. She was pressed hard against the glass, her face smushed comically as she peered into his room. Just below, a pair of sizable breasts were equally compressed against the window pain, something Patrick noticed even before his shock wore off.

“Yes! Great! You see me! let me in, will you?” The girl’s face lit up as if she’d just won the lottery as she gently tapped on the window with her palms. “I promise I won’t bite, I mean, unless you want me too…” Her grin widened and her face flushed red. She tapped a little harder, continuously. 

“W-wait….what are….” Patrick tried to speak as his heart moved back down his throat but he was interrupted. 

“Can’t hear ya’ bud, windows still closed?” The girl pursed her lips and puffed out her cheeks, pointing at the window sill. She exhaled gently, her breath fogging the glass. “Ah, dammit.” She started to  wipe away the condensation before pausing and making eye contact with Patrick. A sly grin spread across her face. Instead of using her hands she started dragging her breasts across the glass. Patrick watched, enraptured, as her soft flesh cleared the window. “Yeah, that’s nice right? It’d be even nicer if I was wiping them all over you, huh?” She spoke in a sultry tone, her tongue licking her upper lip. Patrick lost control over his body. He stood, then knelt on his bed, placing his hands on the bottom of the window frame. The girl’s eyes flashed as he began to pull up. Before the frame had even cleared an inch, she vanished. Patrick sat stunned once again. Was it all a hallucination? It had seemed so intensely real and yet…

“Oooooh that’s so much better.” The girl’s voice came from behind him and Patrick whipped around to face the sound. “God, I tell ya’, hovering like that for more than 10 seconds? Killer on the back.” She stood in the center of his room, hands clasped over her head as she stretched. For the first time Patrick noticed two bat-like wings extending from her hips. The bone supports were ebony black but the taught skin was a deep crimson with specks of yellow. “Like my freckles?” She almost giggled and turned her butt to give him another angle. “I hear a lot of guys think they’re cute, though they usually mean the ones on my face.” Getting a better look at her rear end made Patrick suddenly realize that the girl was completely naked before him. Out of…respect? Fear? Instinct? One of the three, he looked away. “What?” She pouted, looking down at her ass. “You don’t like ‘em?” 

“N-no it’s not that. Y-you’re…” Patrick stammered. 

“Ahhhhh I see. I forget how prudish you humans are sometimes. Gimme a sec.” A soft glow enveloped her body, momentarily obscuring all but her silhouette. When the light dissipated Patrick looked back to find her now wearing black, lacey lingerie. While it barely covered any skin the plethora of straps and fishnet gave him even more to look at. “There!” She sighed proudly. “Now. Introductions.” She stepped back and curtsied cutely. “I am Mianna, a succubus, here to serve you.” She looked back up at Patrick and tried to wink but a strand of her jet black hair fell across her eyes. She tried to blow it out of the way with little success. Undeterred, she stood up, collected herself and grinned at Patrick. 

Finally able to get a good look at her, Patrick was at loss for words. Mianna was supernaturally beautiful. She was short, even for a girl and her black hair was cut jus short in the back but parted in the front with long bangs that hung below her shoulders. She had amber eyes and deep dark lips that glistened even with the poor lighting. Her breasts were at least large D cups and hung as perfect teardrops on her narrow frame. The barest hint of a six pack guided his eyes down to her large, soft thighs, which connected with a pair of silky smooth legs. Even her toes were cute, with black nail polish, twiddling on his floor. After taking in her whole body at least 3 times over, Patrick looked back to her face. She was blushing hard and nibbling on her lower lip. The clear confidence she had presented when she introduced herself seemingly eroding by the minute. Patrick cleared his throat, still not entirely sure if this was real or not, but even so you only get one first impression. 

“And I’m Patrick…just Patrick.” Lame. Even so Mianna seemed satisfied, she nodded subtly before smiling widely yet again.

“Good. Great! Now we can, uh, get down to business.” she brought her hands together in a loud clap, startling herself. “Ahhh, right…” She tried to compose herself but didn’t seem to be doing very well. Patrick’s head was clearing and he started to comprehend what she had actually said. 

“I’m sorry, you said you were a succubus?” 

“Y-yeah!” Mianna answered, almost too eagerly. 

“And you’re here to….serve me?” Patrick probed. 

“Yes. YES! So, here’s how it works.” Mianna’s confidence returned all at once. “I satisfy your every sexual desire and, in returen, you give me some of your life essence. It’s a win-win! You get your rocks off and I get…to not starve to death! Ha ha…” She let out a nervous laugh as she looked to Patrick for his reaction. 

“But…why me?” Was all he could think to say. “This doesn’t really feel like a coincidence.” 

“It’s not! See, succubi can sense things sexual frustration and virgin lust, both of which make for the best meals, I mean contracts, yeah. I don’t know what kinda life you’ve been livin’ but boy howdy are you H O R N Y! Ahahaha…haaaaaaaaaa” Mianna laughed genuinely this time before trailing off after seeing the look on Patrick’s face. 

“Yeah. Right, that make’s sense.” Patrick sighed and sat down on his bed, burying his face in his hands as reality hit him once again. Mianna didn’t quite know what to do. This wasn’t in the simulations! Everything she’d been told said that men would literally throw themselves at her. That she’d barely even need to say anything before they’d be begging to give her their entire lives. Nobody had mentioned needing to console a sobbing teenager. 

“Hey, uh, everything…cool…down there?” Mianna tentatively extended her hand, hovering just over Patrick’s bowed head. “You…want a glass of…milk?” Shit, that wasn’t right. What the hell do humans do in this situation? “You wanna…fuck?” That at least got a response. 

“What?” Patrick looked up slowly.

“Fuck? You wanna fuck? I mean that’s why I’m here remember?” Mianna finally placed her hand on Patrick’s cheek as he looked up at her. She tried to smile in a reassuring way.

“I don’t…I don’t know. Do we have to?” 

“I mean…no? But I came of age like 3 weeks ago and I still haven’t eaten, I mean completed a contract, and I’m seriously starving here.” She stopped herself. “Sorry, yeah, that’s a me problem, I know. You’re lucky I was the one who showed up and not one of my sisters, they’d have drained you dry before you even knew what was happening.” 

Patrick wiped his eyes and sat up straight, Mianna stepped back to give him some room. 

“Dammit I mean, I’d be lying if I said you weren’t attractive but…I just got out of a long term relationship and I-”

“Perfect!” Mianna clapped again, this time on purpose. “Sleeping with a succubus is the best way to get over a lost love! Trust me, one night with me and you’ll never even think of ol’ what’s-her-name again! It’s like therapy! Sexy, sexy therapy!”

Patrick was still unsure. Even though he knew it was over with Bella some part of him still felt like this was cheating, even as extraneous as these circumstances were. 

“Puh-leeeeease!” Mianna literally got down on her hands and knees. “I am actually starving here bro. If I don’t eat soon I might turn into a pixie!” She pouted and held out her thumb and forefinger as if to indicate her shrinking. Patrick sighed. Well he thought. I wasn’t gonna get any sleep tonight anyway. Even if I’m hallucinating I might as well enjoy it. 

“Fine, sure. Let’s fuck.” 

“Yessssss!” Mianna squealed with delight and jumped to her feet. Patrick couldn’t help but smirk at her mirth. After a few moments she calmed back down and turned to face him. “Ok, so, first things first. The contract.” She flourished her hand and suddenly a large scroll of paper appeared. “It’s written in demon so you probably can’t read it but basically we come to an agreement on number of sessions and payment and then we go from there.” 

“Alright so…What’s good for you?” Patrick was strangely fine with signing a clearly magical document that he couldn’t read on whim alone, as he sat back on his hands and raised an eyebrow. Mianna considered for a moment. 

“Well…traditionally we do one session and then lie about how much we take from you so you end up a shriveled husk devoid of life…but we’ve been trying to move away from that to a more sustainable model.”

“Yeeeeah….right.” 

“So I say: 5 sessions, one per night for 5 nights, I take 10% of your essence, so no more than 50% by night 5 and then we go from there! See if we want to continue our relationship.” 

“Okay…and this life essence. Is it like…my soul? Does it regenerate?” 

“Oh, no it’s not your soul, we wouldn’t want to step on the toes of big S. It’s like, the fuel for your soul. You need it to live but your life also creates it, so yeah, given enough time it’ll come back.” Saying this Mianna shifted her gaze slightly, not looking Patrick in the eye. He noticed but he couldn’t bring himself to care. 

“Alright, deal. Where do I sign?” 

“You already did!” Mianna tossed the scroll over her shoulder where it disappeared. “Ain’t magic neat! Now, on to my end. The sexy part!” She stepped towards Patrick, putting one of her legs between his own, her knee riding up on his crotch. “So tell me, cherry boy, how vanilla are you?” She spoke in a low raspy tone that made the hairs on the back of Patrick’s neck stand up. 

“C-could we just start with a…kiss?” He stuttered. Mianna’s face turned bright red and she lost her balance, falling on top of Patrick. “Whoa, are you….alright?” Patrick put his hands on her shoulders and lifted her lithe body up. She was somehow blushing even harder. 

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I-I, this is my first time and my mom said if I just ‘went with the flow’ everything fall into place but I’ve always been so nervous about that that line was just one of her favorites so I thought it would get you into the mood and then I’d be in the mood and then things would just happen but-”

“Hey.” Now it was Patrick’s turn to speak softly. “Let’s just start with a kiss.” He cupped her chin and brought her lips to his. Their connection was light and gentle. The kind of kiss that only lasts a moment and passes with a quiet “smooch” sound. They both looked into each other’s eyes before coming together again, for longer this time. For several minutes they just sat there, Mianna stretched atop Patrick’s body as they made out. “See, it’s not that hard.” Patrick finally whispered. Mianna was breathing heavily, her flushed face warm to the touch. 

“Y-yeah, you’re right.” She smiled gently. Before closing her eyes and firmly planting her lips to his. “But we still. Have to. Get you. To cum.” She spoke in between breaths as their make out became more intense. “That’s the. Whole point.” She pulled herself back and readjusted so that she was straddling Patrick’s waist. “So, what do I have to do to get you hard?” 

“I mean….” Patrick looked down at his crotch where he had been a full mast for at least the last few minutes.

“Oh…” Mianna’s face somehow became even redder as she followed his gaze. “That’s a start.” She brushed her bang’s from her eyes and looked back at Patrick. “But like, what’s your fantasy? See, I get more outta you if you’re super into what we’re doing. So what’s your type?” 

“My type?” Patrick asked, bemused. 

“Yeah! Like, your ideal woman. I can be anything you want!” Mianna drummed her fingers on Patrick’s bare chest. He didn’t remember taking off his shirt. She seemed to be getting impatient at his hesitation. “Can be a ginger,” Her hair changed to a deep red. “I can have G cups,” Her breasts swelled to the size of beach balls. “I can have cat ears…” Two sfot cat ears sprang from her head. “So, pick your poison!”  

“Tall.” He said after a moment’s contemplation. “I like tall women.” 

“Coming right up!” Mianna closed her eyes and focused. 

“Wait!” Patrick interrupted. “Can…can you stand up? And can I…hold you while you grow?” Now both of them were beet red. 

“Y-yeah I don’t see why not.” Mianna slid off the bed and stood in the middle of the floor. Patrick followed suit. Standing close like this His 5’11 made Mianna look quite small, She couldn’t have been more than 5’0 herself. The top of her head barely cleared his shoulders and her breasts pressed into his lower abdomen. Patrick hesitantly placed his arms around her, pulling her in close. “O-okay, here goes…” 

He could feel it. Her body slowly rising against his own. The pace was steady and smooth. A fragrant scent filled his nostrils and he realized her hair had risen above his chin. Still she grew, taller and taller, eventually he had to readjust his arms into a more equal hug. She looked up at him and he down at her, their eyes constantly tracking their relative progress. In an all too brief moment her eyes met his at his level, sparkling like twin suns, then she rose above him. Now her arms fell across his shoulders as she began to slowly tower over him. As her lips passed his nose she kissed him gently, then again when they reached his forehead. 

“I’m waiting for you to say when by the way.” She giggled. Patrick swallowed, but stayed silent. When she reached 6’8 her chin cleared the top of his head and she pulled him tightly into her, tucking him along her neck. He could hear her heartbeat through her chest and could feel her breasts rising against his own neck.  Before long her shoulders rose above his head and her boobs were level with his face. He couldn’t help but kiss them as they continued their ascent. As her nipples approached eye level he subconsciously guided one into his mouth and began suckling. Mianna moaned gently, holding his head in one hand. Before long her nipple was too tall for him to reach without standing on his toes. At nearly the same time there was a soft “Thud” and Mianna’s head hit the 8 foot ceiling. She continued growing for a few seconds more before coming to a halt. 

“But…I didn’t say when?” Patrick looked up at the towering woman. 

“We’re running out of room buster!” Mianna said softly, her head bent at a 90 degree angle to remain in the room. Patrick blushed as he realized what that meant. Looking dead ahead he was level with Mianna’s abs with her belly button almost perfectly level with his mouth. He kissed her warm skin, feeling her every breath through his lips. Mianna had other ideas. She gently lifted him up and carried him to the bed where she lay down and placed him on top of her. Even with her head pressed against the headboard her legs extended from her knees past the bed. 

“Now, just a little more magic!” She waved her hand over Patrick’s crotch. His underwear vanished and revealed his penis. Only, it was far, far bigger than he’d ever seen it. 

“Whoa!” Was all he could say. Fully hard, his 18 inch monster with balls to match was nearly as thick as arm. 

“Yup, I put a lil’ charm on you. Usually we reserve this kinda thing for people with micro-dicks but I think this is a special case. Now come. Take me!” She held out her arms ready to embrace him. Patrick, now thinking with his other head, responded in the only way he could. He slid his cock into Mianna’s waiting pussy. Even with her increased stature she could barely take him. She let out a high pitched squeak of pleasure as he finally got his entire shaft inside. Both of them began rhythmically pressing into each other. Patrick braced himself on Mianna’s titanic thighs, above him, her breasts smacked against her chest. As if sensing his desire, they began to grow, expanding until he could reach them with his mouth. It all took less than 30 seconds.

As Patrick emptied his load into the giant succubus it felt like he was cleansing his body and soul. Mianna squealed the whole time, her voice cracking up several octaves. When all was said and done the two lay together, panting. Patrick was already falling asleep, a sudden rush of coolness washing over him. The last thing he heard was Mianna’s low voice. 



“There, there You did so, so good little one.”         

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