Suddenly A Succubus
Chapter 34.2

With her decision made, Vee turned her attention back to herself. She was no stranger to masturbation, but her libido had a tendency to disappear whenever she was stressed. Due to everything that had happened recently, this meant she hadn’t even thought about pleasuring herself in months. What had she done before?

She decided it would be best to take it slow, to ease back into things. After all, if she weren’t relaxed, it would be difficult to get into the right mindset.

Closing her eyes, Vee began running her fingertips up and down her body. She explored the sides of her neck, her chest, and her legs, trying to reacquaint herself with the sensations. As her breathing steadied, she began moving her hands to the inside of her legs. She made small circles, inching higher and higher as her legs spread open, and it became easier to focus on the joy of her own touch.

It took several minutes to find a comfortable rhythm, to encourage her body that, despite the situation, it was safe to feel pleasure. She replaced the tips of her fingers with her nails, scratching herself ever so slightly in an attempt to heighten the sensations, and she could feel it working. The feeling from earlier returned, the heat in her core. With another deep breath, her fingers moved even higher, teasing her sex from outside her shorts, and she gasped with excitement. In that moment, however, something else touched her.

It wasn’t touching her physically, she was still completely alone, nor was it touching her mentally. It was as if, somewhere deep inside, she held an idea of who she was, and that idea had just met another presence. She knew instinctually that it was Amara, that she was beginning to feed, and her demonic presence sent tingles through Vee’s body.

“Fuck!” Vee’s precarious relaxation vanished in an instant and she jerked her hands away.

“What happened? Please, don’t stop…” Amara asked, her breath heavy.

“I can feel it. I feel you feeding on me,” Vee said, trying to pull herself together.

“But that’s not… it has to be because you’re an angel, right?”

“It has to be! It would make sense, wouldn’t it? For angels to have a way to detect if demons were feeding on them?” Vee’s mind was racing, wondering what this could mean. “You don’t think that was my soul, do you?”

“I don’t know, Vee. What do souls look like? Smell like? I only know what I sense, and it’s not like I have any other demons to ask.”

Fuck! What does this mean?

Vee knew she could stop if she wanted to. Given the situation, she could easily overpower Amara and try to carry her to the Lysander Circle. She would be risking reaper attacks, and possibly even Amara herself if she grew more desperate, but it was an option.

She silently cursed to herself, wishing she were strong enough to see souls. She had never understood why her own powers seemed so limited, why she had always underperformed compared to the rest of Heaven’s army. She had trained for years, followed every command, aced every test, yet when it mattered most, her powers always came up short.

Of course, I have a real chance to help Amara now. Not as an angel, as a friend. Wouldn’t she do the same for me?

It didn’t sound like Amara was pawing at the door anymore, so Vee risked leaving it for just a moment. She grabbed a blanket off her bed, wrapped it tightly around her shoulders, and returned to leaning against the closet door.

“Amara?” she asked.

“Yeah?”

“I’m going to try again. I’m sorry I freaked out, this is kinda scary for me.”

“Can I help at all?”

“Just focus on yourself, Amara. We’ll make it through this, together.”

Vee closed her eyes, then took another deep breath. She tried to calm herself, to focus on the residual heat from the blanket. She thought about her wards, reminding herself that they were still strong, and she was safe inside her room. With each breath, she found more warmth, and soon she began exploring her body again.

Like last time, it was a slow process. The touch felt nice, especially under the warmth of the blanket, but it was hard to shake the knowledge that she would be able to feel Amara feeding on her.

She shifted, sliding further away from the door before spreading her legs open. Her fingers returned to her bare skin, tracing back and forth in time with her breathing. She let them wander under her shirt, and jumped slightly when she felt how cold her fingertips were. It wasn’t enough to distract her, and she hugged her waist tight for a minute to warm her hands. From there, they moved higher, teasing the bottoms of her breasts. With one last movement, her fingers found her sensitive nipples, and the heat in her core returned. She gasped, her legs twitching in anticipation, and she pinched herself gently.

The connection returned. A strange, intangible warmth that reached both into and beyond her, hungering for her arousal. She paused for a moment, trying to adjust to the feeling before she continued. The warmth began to feel familiar, almost blending into Amara’s residual heat on the blanket, and Vee finally felt comfortable enough to continue.

She’d been playing with her breasts for several minutes now, doing her best to stay aroused, and it was time to step things up. She pushed a hand lower, into her shorts, and found her sex once more. Her entire body clenched, reaching for pleasure, and she made herself relax as she started rubbing herself. Like every step before this, she moved slowly. Her eyes were closed, and she circled her hips in rhythm with her fingers.

Memories from months ago returned, and she thought about how peaceful life had been before her nightmares started. When masturbation had been normal for her, and she’d let herself fantasize about other students. She remembered scanning through dozens of erotic stories, looking for the perfect fantasy to lose herself in while pleasuring herself. On a few occasions, she’d even been bold enough to turn to pornography. The rush had been exhilarating, but in the end, she’d discovered she much preferred the written word.

She recalled her favorite stories and started replaying her favorite passages in her mind. As she did, she moved her fingers faster, and even let them inch closer to her entrance. The story in her head continued, one girl pushing another to the bed and kissing every inch while shifting downwards. Who the other girl was didn’t matter; Vee was focused on the imaginary feeling of lips teasing her clit.

She pushed a finger inside herself, and the fantasy continued. The faceless girl was moaning now, eager to taste Vee’s sex, and her tongue pushed deep inside Vee’s pussy. Using two fingers now, Vee pushed in and out of herself, the smell of sex filling her senses as she imagined a strong tongue inside of her.

She imagined herself reaching down, holding the woman’s long brown hair in her hands. It was thick and lustrous, and it bounced in rhythm with the tongue inside her pussy. Vee imagined the naked body of this stranger, the curves of her flawless dark skin highlighted in the imaginary light. She held herself with such confidence, completely sure that she would be able to get Vee off, and Vee loved being the focus of this woman’s lavish attention.

Vee’s hand moved to the stranger’s cheek, a small gesture of affection, and the woman leaned into it. Her tongue, and Vee’s fingers, briefly left her pussy as she looked down to meet the stranger’s gaze. When Vee saw the woman’s glowing, amber eyes, she knew exactly who was between her legs.

Amara.

The story in Vee’s head suddenly skipped a beat, and Vee was pulled back to reality. What was she thinking? Had she really just started fantasizing about Amara? It was one thing to let her friend feed on her, but it was another to actively imagine them sleeping together.

She tried to reset, to replace the imaginary woman in her head with one of her exes. The scenario in her head began to repeat itself, and she tried to find that same rhythm again.

“Fuck, don’t stop,” Amara whispered on the other side of the door.

“What do you mean?” Vee asked, confused. She hadn’t even thought about stopping and was still actively pleasuring herself.

“Just now, your arousal spiked, but then it vanished. What were you doing?”

Vee’s eyes went wide as she realized what Amara had been sensing. The only thing that had changed the last few moments was the person she’d been imagining between her legs. Had picturing herself with Amara truly been so obvious?

Can I really do that? Wouldn’t that be inappropriate?

A wave of nervous energy washed over Vee, and butterflies appeared in her stomach as she thought about her original fantasy. Was it right to think of Amara that way? Of course, she was already letting a demon feed on her, would it make much of a difference who she was fantasizing about?

Feeling as if she were discovering masturbation for the first time all over again, Vee turned her focus to her connection with Amara. A deep, passionate warmth, touching her in a place she never knew existed. Amara’s feeding, as surprising as it had first been, didn’t hurt in the slightest. That had to be a good sign, right? Surely, as an angel, her senses would alert her if this process was harmful. Though she didn’t fully understand what was happening, it was as if Amara were gently holding her hand, encouraging her that they were still in this together.

Vee closed her eyes, then returned to her original fantasy. As her fingers pushed back into her pussy, she imagined Amara between her legs. Her gorgeous brown hair cascaded down her back, which was arched to give Vee a better view of her demonic figure. Her powerful wings were wrapped around Vee, keeping her warm as Amara’s tongue continued probing the depths of her cunt. Her tail, thick and powerful, excitedly danced back and forth, playfully obscuring the demon’s voluptuous bottom.

She now understood the difference Amara had noticed. As Vee continued picturing her best friend between her legs, she felt a rush unlike anything she’d felt before. The thrill of experiencing something new, something forbidden, and gleefully continuing anyways. She knew Amara couldn’t read minds; this fantasy would be her little secret.

The images in her head began to blur together with her own memories. She thought back to just a few minutes ago, when she’d caught Amara masturbating. Her full breasts on display, her hands digging into them as she fought for release. Vee pictured her own hands taking control, cradling Amara’s curves and relishing the warmth of her body. What would Amara’s lips taste like? Were they as warm as the rest of her?

A new memory appeared, this one from the night of the ritual. After Amara had scorched herself clean, they’d spent several minutes wandering the halls together. Vee had done her best to avert her eyes, to avoid noticing just how much of Amara’s body had been on display, and apparently she had failed. Why were these memories so vivid? Why was it so easy to remember every curve of her friend’s naked body? As tempting as it was to pause, to examine how her own eyes might have betrayed her conscious desires, there was another temptation that was far more preferable.

What was it Tessa had said about Amara’s tail?

“She can do this thing with the tip where she—”

At the time, Vee had quickly cut her off, but now she desperately wished Tessa had finished the sentence. What did Amara’s tail feel like? What could she do with it?

Vee remembered the first night they had cuddled together for warmth, when she’d nervously asked to feel Amara’s tail. It was incredibly soft, delightfully warm, and completely prehensile. Earlier, Amara had invited Vee to ride her tail; what would that be like? The tip was slightly flared, but Vee imagined it would easily fit inside of her. Is that what Tessa had wanted to say? With the amount of control Amara had over her tail, she could twist it however she wanted, and her demonic senses would share which movements drove Vee mad.

Her thoughts were briefly interrupted when, on the other side of the door, she heard Amara moan. It was deep and guttural, and Vee could tell how relieved Amara was to finally have arousal to feed on. The moaning only pushed Vee’s fantasies further, as she remembered that it was her pleasure Amara was feeling.

In the fantasy, Vee was now between Amara’s legs. Her friend’s tail had reached behind her and was fucking her deep while her own tongue explored Amara’s clit. They were both moaning louder and louder, and Vee could feel her climax approaching. Fantasy Amara began bucking her hips, she was on the verge of absolute bliss because of Vee’s tongue, and her legs started squeezing Vee’s head. Wings surrounded Vee, holding tight, and everything froze as Vee came at the same time as Fantasy Amara.

Fuck… Amara!

The dam broke, and Vee lost all control. Her moans joined Amara’s, her hips bucking as her pussy clenched tight around her fingers. Her other hand joined in, rubbing her clit as she tried to extend her orgasm as long as she could. As pleasure shook her body, she found herself completely focused on her connection with Amara. The fear had completely vanished, and she had committed to sharing herself, and this experience, with her best friend.

On the other side of the door, Amara seemed to be having a similar experience. The demon’s moans were much louder, which made Vee feel better about her own sounds. Vee managed to keep her own orgasm going for nearly a full minute, and as it started abating, she began refocusing on the world around her.

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