Succubus Student 1

In the dusty corner of a forgotten library, a young boy named Timothy sat cross-legged, his eyes glued to the flickering screen of his tablet. His heart raced as he scoured the digital depths of the internet, seeking answers to questions that had haunted his adolescent mind for months. His curiosity about sex had grown from a mere whisper to a deafening crescendo, and he felt the all-consuming need to understand the mysteries that lay beyond his innocent grasp. The librarian had long ago given up on shushing him, recognizing the fierce determination in his eyes and the furious tapping of his fingers as he scoured through page after page of dubious content.



Timothy’s skin was pale from the glow of the screen, and his glasses perched precariously on the tip of his nose as he leaned closer, his eyes widening at the explicit images that scrolled past. He was a lonely kid, often bullied for his small stature and lack of athletic prowess, but his mind was a cauldron of curiosity and imagination. He had stumbled upon an ancient legend, one that spoke of a creature so seductive and powerful that it could grant a person’s deepest desires. Intrigued, he had devoted every spare moment to learning the incantation that would summon a succubus, a demon that supposedly offered unparalleled sexual pleasure.



The whispers grew louder in his mind, the legend’s allure too potent to ignore. He had gathered the materials needed for the summoning ritual: a few candles, a drop of his own blood, and a crumpled page from a book on demonology that he had stolen from the library’s restricted section. The words of the incantation were etched into his brain, ready to be spoken aloud. He felt a strange mix of excitement and fear, his heart thumping in his chest like a drum heralding a battle.



Taking a deep breath, Timothy set the stage for the ritual in the privacy of his cramped bedroom. The candles cast eerie shadows on the walls, dancing with the flickers of the screen. His room was a sanctuary of solitude, where he could be free from the judging eyes of his peers and family. He cleared his throat and spoke the ancient language, his voice wavering with a mix of anticipation and doubt. As he uttered the final syllable, the room grew colder, the candle flames stretching and contorting as if reaching out to touch something unseen.



Timothy prepares a summoning ritual using candles and a stolen page from a demonology book, overcoming fear to chant the incantation in his private sanctuary, his bedroom, hoping to bring a succubus into his life for the ultimate sexual experience.



Suddenly, the air in the room grew heavy, and the shadows grew darker, coalescing into a figure that emerged from the very fabric of the night. She was unlike any woman Timothy had ever seen before: her skin a deep crimson, her eyes gleaming like pools of liquid desire, and her body… Oh, her body was a vision of carnality that seemed to have been sculpted from the very essence of lust. Her massive breasts heaved with each breath she took, and her tail, tipped with a spade, swished back and forth, leaving a trail of electricity in its wake. He stared, mouth agape, at the succubus that now stood before him, her crimson wings unfurling to their full, majestic span.



Her smile was knowing, a curve that promised a world of pleasures beyond his wildest dreams. “You have summoned me, little one,” she purred, her voice a sensual caress that seemed to stroke every nerve in his body. “What is your wish?”



Timothy swallowed hard, his tiny dick twitching in his pants as he stared at the succubus. He had never seen a real-life naked woman before, and the sight of her was overwhelming. “I-I want to know what sex feels like,” he stuttered, his cheeks flushing a deep scarlet that matched her skin. “But, I don’t want you to take my soul.”



The succubus chuckled, the sound echoing like a siren’s call. “Fear not, young Timothy,” she assured him, her eyes glinting with mischief. “Your soul is safe with me. But, in exchange for my… assistance, you must promise to keep our secret.”



Timothy nodded frantically, his voice barely above a whisper. “I promise.”



The succubus took a step closer, the heat emanating from her body warming the cold room. She reached out a slender, clawed hand and gently touched Timothy’s cheek, her eyes never leaving his. He could feel the electricity from her tail as it grazed his leg, sending a jolt of pleasure through his body. “Very well,” she murmured, “let us begin your education.”



Her tail coiled around his waist, pulling him closer until he was kneeling before her. The succubus’s eyes grew darker as she unzipped his pants, revealing his tiny, untouched member. He watched in amazement as she leaned down, her full, red lips parting to reveal a mouthful of sharp teeth. But instead of fear, Timothy felt a thrill of excitement as she took his dick in her mouth. Her tongue, hot and wet, danced around the tip, licking and teasing until he was fully erect. His cock grew in her mouth, reaching sizes he had never imagined possible, stretching and thickening with every stroke of her velvety tongue.



Her hand cupped his balls, her long, sharp nails tracing delicate patterns on his sensitive skin. Timothy’s eyes rolled back in his head as she licked and sucked, her other hand playing with the base of his shaft. The sensation was unlike anything he had ever felt before, a mix of pleasure and pain that had him writhing with ecstasy. He could feel himself getting closer and closer to climax, his body tense and his breath coming in ragged gasps.



The succubus looked up at him, her eyes gleaming with a predatory hunger. “Are you ready to lose your innocence, Timothy?” she asked, her voice a low, seductive growl.



He nodded, unable to speak, his entire being focused on the exquisite sensations she was giving him. She chuckled again, a dark sound that sent shivers down his spine, and began to deep throat him, her throat muscles tightening around his cock as she took him all the way in. Timothy could feel the warmth of her throat, the pressure building and building until he couldn’t take it anymore. With a strangled cry, he came, his seed spurting into the back of her throat. She swallowed every drop, her tail lashing in pleasure as she milked him of every last bit of his virginity.



As he lay there, panting and spent, the succubus leaned back, licking her lips. “Your wish has been granted,” she said, her voice a smoky purr. “But remember, I will come to you again when you call, and our lessons will continue.”



The room grew warm again as she vanished, leaving Timothy alone with his thoughts. He knew that he had just experienced something that would change him forever, something that would fuel his fantasies and drive his curiosity even further into the realm of the forbidden. And as he cleaned himself up, he couldn’t help but wonder what other dark secrets she had yet to reveal.



Days turned into weeks, and the memory of that night remained etched into his mind like a brand. He tried to replicate the feeling of her mouth on his cock, his hand a poor substitute as he stroked himself in the dark, his mind replaying the succubus’s skilled ministrations. But no matter how hard he tried, the pleasure he found in his own touch was a mere shadow of the ecstasy she had given him.



One evening, unable to resist the siren’s call of his newfound obsession, Timothy decided to summon her again. He gathered the same materials, reciting the incantation with more confidence than before. This time, when she appeared, he noticed something different about his body: his penis and balls were larger, as if permanently changed by their encounter. He felt a thrill of power, a hint of what it might be like to truly satisfy a creature as insatiable as she.



The succubus looked at him with an approving gaze, taking in his new size with a smirk. “You’ve been thinking of me, haven’t you?” she said, her voice a whisper of silk across his skin. “Your body has responded to the taste of power. Tell me, have you missed me?”



Timothy nodded, unable to hide the desperation in his eyes. “Yes,” he admitted, “I’ve missed you. The feeling… it’s not the same when I do it myself.”



The succubus chuckled, a sound that resonated through his soul. “Then let me give you a new experience,” she offered, her eyes gleaming with excitement. “Come, let me show you another way to pleasure yourself.”



With that, she leaned back on the bed, her massive breasts spilling out of the corset she wore. The sight was intoxicating, and Timothy felt his cock swell with anticipation. He approached her, his eyes locked on the twin peaks that rose and fell with every breath she took. She offered one to him, the nipple a dark, inviting bud that begged for his attention. He leaned down and took it into his mouth, suckling gently, feeling it swell and harden against his tongue.



The sensation was unlike anything he had ever felt before: the softness of her flesh, the taste of her skin, the way she moaned as he pleasured her. He had read about women’s breasts, had seen them in his stolen glances at porn, but this… this was real. This was a demoness, a creature of lust, offering herself to him.



After a moment, she took his hand and guided it to her other breast.