Suddenly A Succubus
Chapter 31.1

Chloé had been looking forward to today all week. Her roommate, Kendra, had multiple finals this morning, whereas Chloé had none. This meant she had the entire place to herself, without any worry of being annoyed or interrupted. She hadn’t bothered setting an alarm, and got an extra hour of sleep compared to her usual weekdays. After waking up, she grabbed her Switch and happily played a few hours of Hollow Knight without even leaving her bed.

It was much easier to focus without Kendra around. Multiple boss battles had been giving her trouble, but with the dorm peacefully quiet, she finally managed to best them. As much as she wanted to continue playing past those fights, however, she knew there were other matters to attend to.

Specifically, her attention started wavering. Instead of hyper focusing on dodge timing, her eyes kept wandering to the drawer that held her magic wand. It had been nearly a week since she’d last needed it, and she had hormone therapy to thank for that. In the before times, as she liked to call them, her high testosterone had controlled nearly every moment of her life. Constantly thinking about sex, daydreaming about all the naughty things she wanted done to her; it had been practically impossible to focus on anything else.

Now, thankfully, it felt like she controlled her body rather than the other way around. The curse of masculinity had been lifted, and she was free to masturbate only when she wanted to.

And today? She very much wanted to.

She opened the drawer, grabbing her magic wand and stretching the power cord to the outlet behind her bed. Next, she reached between her legs, delicately repositioning her sex until it pointed up towards her bellybutton. The feel of her soft hands excited her, and her breath quickened in anticipation.

She pulled her wand closer, sliding it beneath the sheets, but she didn’t turn it on yet. She wanted to take her time, to enjoy teasing herself before the real fun began. She ran her fingers over her thighs, drawing small circles in her sensitive skin before slowly creeping higher. She was still wearing her panties, they helped keep everything in place, and she playfully traced their edge, pretending she had a lover that was nervous to push further.

Next, her hands moved to her waist, where she hugged herself tight. Her fingernails lightly scratched her sides, and she bit her lip in appreciation of the feeling. Moving higher still, she pushed inside her loose shirt until she found her breasts. They were small, but her transition had made them delightfully sensitive.

Accidentally hitting her chest with a fridge door might not sound like a gender-affirming activity, but for Chloé it had been a moment of revelation. It had hurt like hell, though the pain had subsided when she’d pieced together what the pain meant. She had tits! They were sensitive! Needless to say, she’d shut herself in her room that night for some very excited experimentation.

As her fingers ran over her nipples, her thoughts happily returned to the present. Her body tingled at the feeling, and she spent a minute delicately tracing circles before giving in to temptation. She began to pinch herself, taking great care not to be too rough, and her back arched in appreciation. Her breath caught in her throat, and she even dared to let loose a small moan of pleasure. She lost track of time as she played with her nipples, her legs squeezing the dormant wand between them.

The pressure eventually grew too much, and she moved one hand away from her chest. It traveled down, finding the power button on her magic wand, then pushed it.

Pleasure immediately shot through Chloé’s body. The head of the wand was sitting lower, against the base of her shaft, and the vibrations felt amazing. Though she was more sensitive in other areas, this was the perfect place to begin playing with herself. In its current position, the wand was stimulating her with deep, slow, rumbling movements. Not enough to drive her crazy, but enough to set the stage for the excitement to come.

While one hand continued to pinch and tease her nipples, the other began stroking her shaft. Only light movements, using a couple fingers to carefully massage the top half of her sex.

In the before times, masturbation had been quick, messy, and brutish. There had been no incentive to take her time, or to bother learning about her body; not when she frequently needed to take care of herself multiple times a day. Now, the process felt more akin to making love, and she relished the chance to tenderly coax her pleasure out.

It was finally time for more, she was thoroughly worked up. She stopped massaging herself, then grabbed the wand and pulled it higher. She moaned again, louder, as the soft head of the toy made contact with the soft head of her sex. The sensation was almost too much, and she pushed the wand down an inch. This was the perfect spot, and she repositioned her grip to make sure her excited squirming wouldn’t throw the wand out of position.

Her hips began thrusting, eager to feel the vibrations that coursed through her body. Her offhand, still teasing and pinching her nipples, began to squeeze harder. Almost a little too hard, but now that she was worked up, the intensity felt amazing.

She clicked a button on the wand, and the vibrations doubled in speed. Chloé’s eyes rolled back in her head, and her hips twitched involuntarily from the increased pleasure. Her entire body joined in next, eagerly surfing the vibrations of the wand as the increased intensity took command. Her breath grew ragged, her moans turning into gasps as she begged for release. She danced with the vibrations for nearly a minute before the sensation proved too much for her.

When she came, everything froze. She held her breath, scared to release it and spoil the moment. Her hips stopped thrusting, her thighs squeezed tight as if worried her orgasm might escape before its time. Pleasure raced through her, starting at her sex, then surging through every nerve and fiber in her being. She threw her head back, her back arched, and moaned quietly to herself.

After the initial pleasure, the orgasm continued its rounds, circulating through her body over and over. Her toes curled, her legs bent, her core tensed and released as she continued gasping excitedly.

When she finally released her hold on her breasts, as the orgasm began to fade from her body, she reached further down to tenderly cradle her wand. She clicked a button, and the vibrations quieted somewhat. She kept her eyes closed, focusing on the afterglow of her climax, then slowly worked the wand further down to keep reducing its intensity. Before long, her body had relaxed entirely, her breath was quiet, and she turned the wand off entirely.

Releasing her grip on the toy, she moved her hands to her head and pushed the hair from her eyes. With a deep breath, she stretched her arms out, and sat up.

“Wow. Fuck, I needed that,” Chloé said.

With her head now clear, and the passion gone from her system, she put her wand away and headed for the bathroom to get ready. Within the hour, she was sitting down to take the only final she had scheduled today.

The exam passed quickly enough, and she felt good about her performance. Even better, with the test now over, she was officially halfway through her week. She could spend the rest of today relaxing and, after two more days of finals, winter break would officially begin. As she left Brandt Hall, she thought about what she wanted to do with her long break.

Aurelius University had a fairly generous holiday break, giving students four entire weeks to spend at home with their loved ones. Or, in Chloé’s case, hidden away in her dorm while continually trying to convince her family that she definitely didn’t have a choice to come home for the break.

Chloé had never fit in with her family, even before she discovered she was a woman. They had always made her feel small and insignificant, like her ideas didn’t matter to them. She wasn’t a person with thoughts and opinions, she was an object that needed to do as it was told to maintain the appearance of a happy family. She had taught herself to stay hidden, to bury her feelings out of fear that a neighbor or relative might turn the community against her.

As she grew older, she began to understand how hateful her hometown was. Although they preached love and acceptance, their actions were designed to uphold an existing status quo. Chloé’s growing interest in queer communities, and her desire to give the disenfranchised a helping hand, forced her even deeper into hiding.

College had been a fresh start. A chance to present the real her, a proud trans woman that wanted to organize charity efforts. To this day, she was still amazed at how accepting everyone had been. Her closest friends, Amara, Tessa, and Vee had met their Freshman year in a class designed to help new students acclimate to college life. They’d been enthusiastic about her charity efforts, they’d encouraged her to go out and meet new people, and through them, Chloé had started to develop a sense of pride in her identity.

She wasn’t looking forward to losing them over Winter Break.

Although, they’re barely here now…

The last month or so had been tough for Chloé. Amara and Vee had gotten in a fight over Nick, then Vee had gotten hurt in that house fire. When she returned, she’d still been mad at Amara, and the group was still recovering. Chloé didn’t really understand all the social drama, and she was scared about losing her friends. Her hope was that, after the break, everything would be better.

At the moment, Chloé was walking across the Quad to head back to her dorm. Her train of thought was interrupted by the voice of a stranger speaking up.

“Hi, excuse me? You’re Chloé, right?” the voice said.

Startled, Chloé looked up from the ground and into the big, bright eyes of this new person. She had very dark skin, and her thick, curly hair sat collected atop her head. “Oh, yes, that’s me. I’m sorry, have we met before? I’m bad at remembering faces.”

The stranger smiled and shook her head. “Nope! This is our first time meeting, but we have some mutual friends, and I’ve seen you around a few times. My name’s Naomi!”

Chloé shook Naomi’s hand before quickly putting her own back in her coat pocket. “It’s nice to meet you, Naomi. What friends do we have in common?”

“Mostly Tessa. She and I have hooked up a few times.”

“That certainly sounds like her! Did you, um, need something? I was just on my way home, but you can walk with me if you like.”

“I was actually hoping you could help me out with a project of mine. I’m majoring in Investigative Journalism, and I wanted to write a piece about cult mentality. I’m going around campus interviewing everyone I can to try and piece together how something like this cult gets started, and what drives people to join in.”

“Oh, of course! I’d love to help you out!” Chloé smiled, always eager for a chance to give more students a voice.

“I’ll also be recording this, just a heads up. So, first question: Did you know Brandon Nowak?” Naomi asked. As she started her questioning, she pulled out her phone and clicked a button.

Chloé shook her head. “Doesn’t sound familiar. Was he in the cult?”

Naomi gave her a curious look. “He was, yeah. You really don’t know who he was? At various points the last few months, he was stalking both Amara and Tessa. They never mentioned him?”

“Oh, the stalker! I’d heard about him, but I guess I never caught his name. I only learned about that a few days ago, honestly.”

“Hm. Interesting.” Naomi typed something in her phone, then continued. “Did you know any of the other people involved? Professor Luxnor, Mark Summers, Chris Miller?”

“Sorry, nothing. I’m not the most sociable person and, like I said, I’m bad with faces even when I try.”

“There’s no need to apologize! I’m not looking for anything in particular here. Next question: Have you noticed any odd behavior the last week or so? Ever since this news broke?”

Chloé paused, not fully understanding the question. “Um, no? I thought you were asking about the cult.”

“I’m looking into cult mentality, primarily, but also the effects cults can have in a larger community. What about Amara, Tessa, and Vee, have they been acting any differently recently?”

“Not at all!” Chloé said. “I mean, Amara and Vee are sick and missing all their exams, which sucks. I guess Tessa and Nick have been pretty distracted too, but they’re trying to help Amara and Vee out, plus it's finals week, so it makes sense that they’d be a little distracted.”

“Have you talked to Amara or Vee recently?”

“I… no, I haven’t. I’ve been texting them, but they haven’t texted back. But they’re sick! They need to rest, and it’s okay that they’re not responding.”

Naomi paused again, seemingly lost in thought about something. Before Chloé could try to piece together what her face meant, she started talking again. “Alright, this next question is a little odd, so I apologize in advance if I upset you. Do you think there’s a chance they could be hiding anything from you?”

“Absolutely not! We’ve been super close ever since school started last year, and they’re my closest friends!” Chloé was talking much faster now, eager to defend everyone. “Why would you even think that?”

“It’s just, when I started looking into this, Amara’s name came up a few times. She’s been pretty popular recently, so people tend to pay attention to her when she’s around. But, when I was talking to her about the cult, what she told me didn’t make sense compared to everything else I’d heard. Then I talked to Tessa, and the same thing happened. I like to think I’m pretty good at reading people, and they both seemed pretty nervous about something.”

“So, what, you come to me hoping I’ll rat them out?” Chloé caught herself off guard with her comment. She hated being confrontational, but hearing Naomi accuse her friends of lying didn’t sit right with her.

“It’s not like that! I’m just confused, and I’m trying to piece together what’s going on. Plus, after all the media outlets that were here last week, it’s not exactly surprising that people are tired of talking about the cult. Look, I’m probably way off base about this, and I’m sorry I upset you, I really am.”

“My friends are good people, Naomi. Things have been a little tough, yes, but there was some drama between Amara and Vee. I think they’re still trying to work things out, and we’ve all been a little on edge, that’s all.”

“Again, I really didn’t mean anything by it. Look, I’ll let you get back to your day, I’ve got everything I need.” Naomi started to walk away, then briefly paused to look back at Chloé. “Though, if you hear anything, feel free to reach out. I’m always happy to listen.”

With the conversation over, Chloé found herself alone with her thoughts once again. She was upset that Naomi had suggested her friends might be lying to her, and in her bad mood, she didn’t feel like going home anymore. She continued thinking about all of Naomi’s strange questions, and eventually an idea popped into her head. Instead of heading back to her dorm, she switched directions to start walking towards Amara’s apartment.

Thankfully, it was a short walk. There were quite a few apartment blocks close to campus, with Vee and Amara even living on the same street. Within minutes, Chloé found herself in the hallway outside of Amara’s apartment. She raised her hand and knocked quietly, hoping she wasn’t disturbing Amara while she was resting.

A minute passed, then two more. Chloé tried knocking again, louder this time, and called out. “Amara? It’s Chloé, I just wanted to come check on you.”

More silence.

Maybe she’s asleep? Tessa didn’t say what Amara was sick with, I only know it’s the third time this semester. Although, thinking back, she always seems fantastic when I see her. She must bounce back from illnesses really fast.

She knocked a third time “Amara? Are you holding up okay? Is there anything I can get for you?”

Why isn’t she answering? Is she really that sick?

Chloé pulled out her phone, checking her texts. Still nothing from Amara, or from Vee. A small part of her was starting to worry, but she shook her head to dislodge the thought.

No, Tessa and Nick have been helping both of them out. They’re just exhausted from being sick, that’s all.

With a heavy sigh, Chloé walked away from Amara’s apartment and started heading home.

She missed her friends. She missed sleepovers, eating lunch with everybody, and hearing about all their passion projects. The last few days, she’d only been getting lunch with Nick and Tessa, and they’d both seemed incredibly distracted. Almost like they were in a rush to leave. Chloé hated to think it, and she felt bad even entertaining the notion, but a part of her wondered.

Could they be hiding something?