Suddenly A Succubus

Cleaning up the kitchen was a relatively quick affair, as Nick had been keeping things tidy while she'd been focusing on cooking. After they finished, he moved back to the couch and sighed in content while he sank into the cushions. Amara, on the other hand, wasn't interested in the couch.

"Alright, time for second dinner!" She said, tying her hair back.

"What? You can't possibly still be hungry."

She smirked, then fell to her knees in front of Nick. "Little slow on the uptake, are we?" They locked eyes, Nick's aura starting to swell as understanding hit him.

"So, what will it be today?" Amara continued, "Tits out or in? Slow and sensual or hard and fast? Horns? Tail?"

"We just ate, so I think something slower will be nice." Nick began undoing his pants as they talked, and Amara eagerly began helping. Soon enough, he was leaning back with his legs spread to give her space.

Moving in, Amara ran her hands up his legs as she watched his cock start to twitch. Kissing his thighs, she took plenty of time to tease him as she drew closer. After each kiss, she playfully licked his leg, finally stopping only inches from his throbbing member. Her hands continued to massage his legs while her tail, no longer a bladed weapon, moved in and wrapped around his shaft. She held it high, slowly stroking it while she leaned in and began teasing his balls, her tongue moving in circles as she pulled them into her mouth.

She moaned, knowing how much Nick liked her vocalizations, then pushed her hands higher. She massaged his chest next, enjoying the feeling of his muscled body as he tensed in pleasure. Her tail loosened its grip, sliding up until it was only holding the tip of his cock. Amara moved with it, her tongue reaching for the base of his shaft as she slowly kissed it. She turned her head sideways, lips eagerly sucking his length, as she began moving up and down Nick's cock.

The feel of her lips seemed to be the turning point for Nick, and his aura was finally strong enough for her to begin feeding. Strength and vitality filled her senses, restoring her energy that had been spent cooking dinner. Last time they'd fucked she'd simply fed out of necessity, and she hadn't bothered taking more than she needed. Now, although her confidence was still shaken, she felt comfortable enough with her abilities to try and top off her reserves once more.

Deciding that Nick had been teased long enough, she pulled her tail off his cock completely and replaced it with her lips. She kissed the tip, a long, drawn-out affair that she spent far too long enjoying. Her tongue teased his cockhead, slowly pushing in and out of her mouth as she continued sucking. When she pushed her head down, pulling his cock further inside, his moans filled the apartment as he tried to thrust deeper still. She wouldn't let him, and moved with his hips to keep his cock only halfway in her mouth. He tried again, eager for more, her throat more than capable of taking his length, and yet she continued to refuse.

When her tail wrapped around his neck and playfully slapped his cheek, he finally got the hint and stopped trying. He settled for running his hands through Amara's hair, softly playing with it as she happily bobbed up and down on roughly half of his length.

It only took a few more minutes for her to decide that he'd waited long enough. With a deep breath, she pushed down again and felt his cock push against her throat. She gagged loudly, not out of reflex, but because she knew he loved it. Her tongue kept massaging his shaft as she stayed at that depth, his cock continually testing the entrance to her throat. She let herself gag playfully, over and over, before meeting Nick's eyes with her own. It was obvious how much he was enjoying himself; she didn't even need to read his aura.

Amara pulled back one last time, teasing the tip of Nick's cock before pushing down and opening up her throat. Her lips planted on his crotch as she successfully took the entire shaft, her tongue reaching for his balls and eagerly massaging them.

She began moving up and down his length, from tip to base, in purposely slow strokes to drive Nick crazy. His aura grew stronger with each pass, each push into Amara's throat, and she felt her inner fire roaring with renewed vigor. As she picked up the pace, knowing he likely didn't have much time left, his hands tightened in her hair. She let him guide her, surrendering her control to make sure he had the strongest orgasm possible. It only took another few seconds before Nick pulled her completely down, his cock twitching before unloading into her.

Nick unexpectedly pulled her back, his first load shooting into her mouth before her lips left him completely. He continued cumming, covering her face while she focused on drawing energy from his aura, now at its most potent. She playfully pushed her tongue out, the cum in her mouth dripping down onto her chin while his cock shot its last spurt on her cheek.

Soon enough, Nick's breathing began to calm down. She stayed connected to his aura as long as possible, the energy of his climax filling every fiber of her being with infectious giddiness. She could feel her senses expanding, her body twitching with anticipation as she realized her body felt lighter than ever. Unfortunately, the moment passed quickly as Nick reached the end of his orgasm.

"Fucking... wow." Nick panted, "That was amazing, Amara."

"You're the one doing me a favor, remember? Your orgasm is a lucky coincidence, that's all." Amara smirked, her sarcasm eliciting a chuckle from her best friend. When his laughter broke, he looked down at Amara just in time to see her pushing his cum into her mouth.

"Do you actually get anything from that?"

"Eating cum? I do, actually. It's not as potent as feeding directly from the source, but your cum absolutely has traces of your aura." She swallowed the last of it, then licked her lips clean and stood up again. "Plus, I hear guys love it. You're a bunch of perverts."

Amara hopped back on the couch, grabbing her phone as she curled her tail around her legs. Nick, having finally caught his breath, took the time to get dressed while she checked her various socials. In particular, she was looking into Chloé's charity and the numbers it was getting. They were in a good spot at the moment, but the campaign was still in its early stages. The true test would be keeping momentum after the initial excitement, which was something Amara felt a lot of responsibility for.

By the time Nick was fully dressed, she'd already made a few notes for herself regarding posting ideas. He joined her on the couch, pulling her in for a hug as he pulled out his own phone. "So, what's the plan for the rest of the night?"

"Eh, it's already pretty late. Throw on some TV?"

Nick nodded in agreement, searching through their various streaming apps before settling on an old sci-fi show. Amara wasn't as interested, but it was nice to have something on in the background that she didn't feel obligated to pay attention to. The rest of the night passed uneventfully, the two friends happy to have a quiet evening, and soon enough Nick left to return home.

Amara took a long shower to ground herself, hoping her various soaps and lotions would keep her from lingering on unpleasant thoughts. She was pretty sure no water would ever be hot enough for her, but it was still nice to feel pampered.

Now alone in her bedroom, she set up her white noise app, double checked that her demonic features were absent, and was asleep the instant she hit the pillow.

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Amara reached over, resting a hand on her date's leg. She gripped it tight, savoring the feel of her soft skin under her fingers. She massaged her thigh slowly, watching as her girlfriend opened her legs ever so slightly, her bright red thong visible each time they passed a light. Her hand moved higher, squeezing and massaging the delicate skin, before they brushed against the silky fabric of her date's panties. She gasped, the touch exciting her, before suddenly slapping Amara's hands away, though not without a playful smirk.

"Alright, hands to yourself mister! Just a few more minutes and you can bend me over anything you'd like."

Amara sighed, knowing they'd be home soon. She grabbed her drink, a half empty can of beer in the cupholder, and slammed the rest of it. She couldn't taste it much anymore, the mixed drinks from earlier made sure of that, but it kept her primed and eager for the coming romp. She threw the can behind her, hearing it rattle as it landed amongst the others.

The road suddenly started shaking, and she assumed she must have hit a rumble strip. Without warning, however, her girlfriend screamed and grabbed the handle above her. Amara looked back at the road, but it was nowhere to be seen. A sea of grass and gravel stretched in front of her, and she tried to slam the breaks, but an unexpected ditch disoriented her for a moment. Suddenly, the car slammed into the edge of a protective barrier, and that's when the rattling stopped. The car was airborne, just for a second, as Amara realized they were headed directly into a river.

The front of the car slammed into the water, throwing Amara forward as the airbag erupted in front of her. The force of the impact threatened to knock her out, but after a few seconds she regained her senses and looked around.

Water was pooling in the bottom of the car, its icy grip already creeping into her feet. In a panic, she undid her seat belt, pushed open the door and scrambled out of the driver's seat. She fell into the water, no idea how deep it was, and desperately swam back to shore. Her clothes were soaked, and it took everything she had to keep breathing, but she collapsed with relief once she made it to land.

After giving herself a few seconds to catch her breath, she realized she didn't hear anything else. Where was her girlfriend? Had she made it out? She shot back to her feet just in time to see the rear bumper of the car disappear beneath the river.

"Steph?! Steph!!" Amara screamed, her voice unusually deep. She wanted to run, to dive in after the car to try and save her girlfriend, but she couldn't move. Her entire body locked up in fear, she could only think of one thing to do. Her hand reached into her pocket, grabbing her phone, and she prayed it still worked. Against all odds, she was able to turn it on and dial out. After the first few rings, someone finally answered.

"Do you have any idea what time it is?" The voice on the other line snarled, its contempt obvious.

"Dad, the car, I--"

"What did you do to my Bentley?"

"Fuck the car! It's Steph, she... I can't..."

The voice paused, sighing in frustration. "Ugh, just tell me what happened, Derek."

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Amara shot forward, her covers a tangled mess around her tail. Her breathing was heavy, and she didn't even register that her wings had torn out more chunks of drywall. The reality of what she'd just seen finally hit her, and everything clicked into place.

"They're not my dreams!"