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running-with-kn1ves · 4 months ago

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Sinful Temptations

A/N: So an anon asked for a nsfw succubus but I kind of FORGOT-- so here's this thing I started in like November. OH and happy body positivity month!

Synopsis: You work a few blocks away from the local monster strip club where you’ve garnered the attention and affection of a flirty succubus.

CW: Stripper succubus, alcohol, demonic intoxication, demonic feeding, mentions of sex work, reader is down bad but plays it off all chill guy-like

It was a Wednesday-- a stupid, stupid Wednesday. Not yet late enough in the week to justify staying up late to devour sugary treats and watch guilty pleasure movies, yet not early enough for you to have the motivation to keep yourself going. So what does a lonely, self-loathing, gas station attendant do after their shift? Sink to the lowest hole downtown for some sappy, self-bought comfort.

A beer in one hand for show, the other a folded wad of ones and tens. Working nightly shifts at a near-abandoned shop next to the highway doesn’t give you a lot of spending money. This was what you were supposed to spend on your utility bill. But hey, you can keep showering at the gym, using the microwave at work to make your dinners. It’s not like you haven’t done it before.

You anxiously wait by the bar, feeling out of place like you always did. It didn’t explicitly say ‘NO HUMANS’ on the outside of the club, but it certainly felt that way when millions of eyes and snouts were directed towards you, giving you glares and sniffs in bemusement.

But you only came here searching for one thing. One monster. Despite the vampires attempting to give you bottle service, the centaur guarding the entrance, the eight-eyed bartender you assumed was some kind of hybrid-- they weren’t what you were keeping a look out for. Besides, who knew if they were willing to associate with a human in any kind of way--- the kinds of monsters who would were labeled as fetishists, or at the very least below their kind for choosing a mortal of low value to be with, rather than one of their own.

You scanned the dimmed, flashing room for the sound of fluttering wings, the monster’s sleek black horns that made her stand out from the rest of the crowd.

It took you only a moment, watching her come from the back room covered by a silky curtain, velvet ropes cutting off any unwanted visitors.

She looked tired, giving an unusually exhausted furrow as she held an empty glass, lipstick stain pressed to the side of it.

She was… so captivating. Ethereal, unlike any creature you’ve seen before. You would never admit to being enraptured by her-- there was no chance of it coming to anything, so you wouldn’t dare utter the idea in your mind. But your eyes lingered on her, desperate for her to look at you, an aching in your heart to have her pin you against an alley wall outside of this humid, wet club. Somewhere you knew she would be real with her affections, not just offering a facade from the kindness of her job.

You knew whatever sixth sense she had could feel you staring, her head turning to see the culprit of the longing gleams.

“Oh, honey!” She shouted over the music, raspy and higher than her normal tone.

She walked your way, only needing to take a few steps to reach the other side of the club with those infinitely long legs of hers. You kept your eyes up and in contact with hers, shoving the money in your pocket to not seem like a sleaze. You wouldn’t dare linger your eyes on her body, on all the distinct parts that made heat rise to your cheeks, too afraid of insulting her.

“Megaera,” You breathed, sighing out of relief that she found you first. You’d hate to come crawling to her like a kicked puppy, tapping on her shoulder for attention.

She kissed your cheeks, leaving a small cherry purple stain. You attempt to do the same to her but are unable to make contact with her cold cheek.

“How have you been? It’s been a while since I’ve seen you here.”

She rubbed at the marks she left on your face with her thumbs, holding your cheeks delicately in her large palms.

You had little experience with monsters outside this club, but still... You never knew succubi were so much-- bigger than the average human. She easily dominated the height of the truckers who came into your small convenience store, her palms swallowing your cheeks with their warmth and size.

“Y’know.. Just around. Trying to save money, drinks aren’t cheap here.”

She laughed at that, a genuine laugh. It filled your chest with pride when you saw how relaxed she was with you compared to the rest of her clients, how her nickname for you was ‘baby’ and ‘honey’ instead of the stereotypical ‘sweetheart’ she addressed to everyone else. Even her coworkers didn’t get your treatment-- you were different, and maybe she just saw you as some sad human looking for company, but she never let on to perceiving you that way.

“But you know, I’ve missed you. I don’t get to hang out like this during my shift unless you show up,” Her eyes crinkled as her grin widened, a sharp finger taping beneath your chin. “You’re so much more… chivalrous, than the others.”

She snickered at that, and you couldn’t help but crack a slight laugh, the irony biting at you.

“Chivalrous?” You quirked, “Now I never said I came here with pure intentions, did I? How do you know I’m not as gross and perverted as the rest,” You scanned her body for dramatic effect, unable to hide the anxiety in your shaking gaze, even at the expense of a joke.

She lifted her eyebrows in amusement.

“Sure. But you’ve never tried to grab my ass, have you? Only thought about it.”

You went quiet; couldn’t deny that one. You almost looked at her with sympathy, afraid she’d feel like a piece of meat knowing of all the sinful gazing you did when you saw her. It was out of admiration, amazement-- but a part of that was still deeply rooted in lust.

But Megaera was quite the opposite. She grinned knowingly, biting her lip and watching how you wriggled and wormed at the fact she knew about you, your wants.

“What, reading my thoughts now are you? I didn’t think that was one of a succubus’ talents.” You looked away, unsure if you’d melt into a puddle right there if you met her amber eyes.

“I don’t need to read your thoughts,” she came closer, the jingle of thin tassels dangling from the skimpy outfit covering her body matching the quivers of your heart. “It's right on your face. Did you think I wouldn’t notice how you always try to reach for my hand, but pull it back before you even get halfway-- or draw your eyes to my breasts when I’m not looking?” Megaera stared at your gaping mouth, parted lips in surprise by her closeness. “Quite naughty for a human to go after a ‘monster’ like me, isn't it? I could steal your soul from right out under you, you know.”

You don’t peer into her eyes, those that can captivate and whip even the most defiant of creatures. You keep your gaze on her neck, the bare skin luring you more than her chest pushing up against your throat. She was too tall, it made you hot and delirious.

You could feel her body lay upright upon yours, so squishy and soft, surprisingly gentle for how she towered over you; a bare, cool leg pressed upon your left knee to push your legs apart.

“This is what you wanted all along, isn’t it? Pretending to be my friend, to be here for innocent means only to try and seduce me, huh?”

“N-no,” You hate yourself for stuttering, never slipping up this bad before. When had she seen through your guise, your poor jokes and nervous shakes of your leg at the bar in order to impress her despite your fear? “I, I just wanted, to be next to you. Near you, I mean. I… I promise I didn’t mean anything by it--”

You let your heart thump to the tap of her nails against your shoulder

“Calm down.” She laughed pressing against you just a bit before stepping back. “This is my job, babes. I'm not some gullible rookie; before this, I was tempting sweet little things like you into submission.”

You let out a huff in relief, your heart calming itself from near cardiac arrest now that she was no longer touching you.

“You really ought to be careful, though. Any of the girls here could snatch your soul without a second thought if you aren’t paying enough attention.”

You gulped at the sound of that. It wasn’t too bad of a fate, if she was the one to snatch up your soul instead.

‘Don’t pout like that,” Megaera caught your slump of defeat. “It's not fun being a succubus’s slave, even with all the pleasure you might think is involved.”

Now you really were about to pout.

“I think you’re just trying to get me out of here; I’d gladly stay by your side if it meant getting free drinks.” You take a sip of your cheap beer for added effect, hoping your casual nonchalant-ness matched her effortless flirtations.

“And a full view of me undressing.” Meg added, watching how you slammed back the full contents of your drink to avoid responding to that, the whites of your eyes growing bigger.

You coughed, choking a tad on the taste. You drank every time you came here, but it wasn’t often enough for you to get used to downing an entire lager.

“Man, you’re just too easy!” Megaera pushes your shoulder, forcing your body to thump heavy against the bar counter. “The rest of the girls would eat you up, I'm lucky I'm the only one you seem to drool over.”

“Drool..?” You manage between wipes at your mouth. “I might not be some pure, inexperienced client but I'm not a dog either.”

“Oh?” Meg raises an eyebrow, looking around the room. The club was lively for a weekday, enough to the point that one mere succubus wouldn’t be missed when there were so many other creatures on display.

You followed her eyes, wondering what she was searching for, what she was planning.

“Maybe we should see about that.” She almost murmured, grabbing your free hand with hers. She so easily interlaced her fingers with yours, holding your hand like a lover would rather than a fond acquaintance you’ve barely touched.

The lights from above turned from reds, to blues, to greens on the succubus’s skin, the gentle purple of her flesh fading into whatever color flashed on her. You could see the entirety of her backside save for the small black G-string held high on her hips, the open back of her top leaving room for fleshy, taloned wings to peek through. They were so thin, more for demonistic show rather than the potential of flight.

They seemed to twitch in a flapping pattern the longer your eyes stayed on them, veins showing through each section of warm flesh between scaled cartilage.

You were too busy watching the click-clack of her stilettos grace the floor, her hair rub against her sparkling, perspiring back to realize you were crossing into the private section of the club. Where more.. Intimate, expensive gatherings occur. You definitely didn’t have the money to pay for one of these shows.

“Uh, Meg I…”

She stopped to turn around, curious and a little teasing with the way her eyebrow arched.

“I would love to but… I’m, kind of on a tight budget… right now..” You cringe at yourself, wanting to beat at your head for passing up such an option. Sure, to her it was probably just part of her job, a way to get paid-- and you could technically pay for at least for half--(it’s not your first time thinking about this)-- but then you’d have to live with coming up with that other half, looking like a poor fool who can’t pay their dues.

“Don’t insult me like that, I don’t want your money;” She sneered, gripping your hand tighter than you expected after your yellow-bellied response. “I thought we were friends, right?”

She batted her lashes a bit, tilting her head in interest; you really were too easy, too gullible. She didn’t know if maybe it was the skimpy view you always had, the loneliness of working with sketchy people all day, or your complete lack of social awareness that left you as an easy target.

“Yeah, of course we’re friends! I just don’t want you to, to do anything you don’t want to. Or to feel like.. I’m some poor human you feel bad for, like you have to entertain me.”

Megaera rolled her eyes. Gullible, yes, stupid-- a little.

“Baby, do you really think I’d be generous enough to give you something for free? Even if I was bringing you back here out of pity-- I wouldn’t leave without getting something in return.” She pulled your hand forward, dragging you deeper into the curtained hallway. “Besides, I wouldn’t destroy what we have by making you pay for a special little service-- your company means more to me than that.”

She walks beside you, a hand around your shoulder as she slowly leads you away, deeper into the red lighting of the backroom. Down the hall, there were several velvet curtained doorways, only covered by the loose fabric, thin cement walls hardly keeping their restricted activities a secret.

Megaera took you to the end of the narrow, dimly lit hallway to an unclosed curtain. Inside, you could see the room’s properties. It wasn’t as taboo as you thought; no sex machines, prop-up tables with handcuffs, visible whips and chains. Just a curved purple loveseat, and a variety of glass liquor bottles on the small rounded table.

You’ve wanted to come in here with her since the first time you saw her bring a client back, leading them flirtatiously and affectionately. She touched you just as intimately, but there seemed to be a lack of pressured seduction in it. She wasn’t trying to pretend to be all hot and bothered for you. In fact, it seemed more so she was concerned with what you were thinking, watching your every reaction with amusement and curiosity.

You wished you could be alone with her somewhere else, somewhere she hasn’t given a million lap dances and faux laughs. Somewhere that felt real, that felt like you weren’t paying for company.

“You look pretty warm, are you okay?” Meg asked, taking your half-drunk bottle from your hands to put it on the glass table.

You bucked up, taking a deep breath and strolling over to the cushy loveseat, acting as casual as possible.

“Perfectly fine; so, what did you want me back here for?” You asked, pretending to be charismatically clueless. What did she want? There’s no way she just wanted your company, even though you’d be perfectly fine with that if it meant you could sit here with her, having her eyes and words directed towards you.

Megaera grinned, the thin, spiked tail you hardly ever got a glimpse of except from behind, waving itself in anticipation.

“Right to the point aren’t you; Don’t even want a drink first? It might help you loosen up, tiger.”

You shook your head a little too quickly.

She gave a small snicker at how you kept your legs spread wide, arms across the top of the couch as you tried to appear as prepared, as comfortably uncomfortable as possible. It was hard when she kept staring at you, yellow eyes scanning your body, keeping your inhibitions in check.

“Alright, suit yourself.” She strutted a step to the couch, sitting down beside you. It sunk with her weight, her round hips taking up the rest of the couch as she leered over you. Lying comfortably to face your rigid frame, she watched you try to mirror her body language.

“You know, for being a creature of lust, in the industry of sex, I don’t get much energy off of clients who come in here,” She brings a hand down to your thigh, tracing the inner side seam of your jeans with her finger. “I get more tips than energy; despite what misconceptions you might’ve heard, not all forms of sex give a succubus the rejuvenation she needs.”

You listen intently, interested but a little confused on what she was trying to say, why she was searching for your avoidant eyes.

“I’m a little lost. Why are you telling me this?”

You finally managed to keep your gaze on her without averting your eyes. Megaera went quiet, a peak of her pointed tongue brushing over her bottom lip. She was gazing at you how you had seen her do with hesitant clients, how she lured them in with her unwavering, hypnotizing gaze that made the most frugal of spenders give away their life savings.

“You don’t need to do that with me,” You hardened, almost annoyed at the fact that she thought she’d have to use that trick on you. “I’m already willing to give whatever you want.”

“I know.”

She grinned at your perceptiveness, giving her just one more reason as to why you were the one she wanted. “In exchange for an evening with me,” She grabbed your thigh all of a sudden, prying your leg even wider. “I want you to do everything I ask. I need to eat, and you seem willing to be fed on.”

She teased a little, getting closer to your gaping lips and wide eyes. Was she really asking.. What you thought she was asking?

“Yes.” You said without a forethought. A million times yes. You might just be a puppet, be a toy she used to eat from without a care for your wellbeing-- and even if that was the case, you were okay with it as long as she was with you, willing to hold and touch you for her gain.

“That was a little quick, you don’t want some more time to think about it?” She looked down to keep her gaze away. Her stilettoed foot was nudging yours in a playful game, an opposite reaction to her slight frown. Even with the cold of her hard skin, you felt intensely warm, desperate to kiss her.

Man, had you ever been this desperate before? The grip she had on you was too extreme, caution completely thrown to the wind just to have her want you, to have her take complete control over you, authentically.

“I don’t need to. I want this-- want to help you;” You grab her hand, still shaking as you move. “Besides, I’m not completely being taken advantage of-- I want this more than you know.” You watch her chest heave with shallow breaths. “It’s a win-win for the both of us.”

“Even if you collapse from exhaustion, your soul damned for eternity for fraternizing with a demon?”

You rolled your eyes; she was being a little melodramatic. Meg’s sharp teeth gleamed at your expression.

“Are you trying to make me back out now? I thought you were the one looking for a favor.”

“Just making sure,” Meg brushed the bits of fly aways from your cheek behind your ear. “Then, If you're certain-- you’ll have to get over this shyness.”

She beckoned you with an elongated finger, the sheening gleam of her chest rising and falling with a heavy breath. she wasn't smiling anymore, heavy lidded eyes with sparkled eyeshadow, making even the smallest, most detailed parts of her glow.

“Come, sit.”

You hesitantly abide by her request. As you move to face her, her hands come to pull your thigh over her much larger one, your body fitting snugly against her like a small animal would, height and strength outweighing your entirety. With her two palms she could crush you into dust.

But instead of doing so, she smooths her fingers down from your nape, to between your shoulder blades. The sensual touch’s pressure reminded you how much strength she was holding back; even the weight of her hands was like a heavy stone.

But she draws them back up, returning to the sides of your neck with her lips a breaths distance away from your face. Returning them to your back she draws circles on your spine with her bladed fingernails.

Megaera looks into your eyes for a faltering resolve, for fear-- or maybe even lustful desperation showing your lack of right mind. You couldn't help but feel a bit of it all-- but not enough for her to quip an eyebrow, or for you to make her stop.

Your heart was like a hummingbird, speeding up at the way her skin touched your skin, the fact that you were here with her half-lidded, candlelight eyes coming closer as she aimed to lock her lips with yours.

You stood as rigid as possible as to not mess up what you had been dreaming, fantasizing about for months. the tips of your lips that pinched between her teeth were on fire, a hot chimney blowing into your throat as she twisted deeper against you. One hand limp at your shoulder now moved to the back of your head, a gentle force forward to deepen the kiss with her long, snaking tongue. You wanted to ravish her, to run your hands down her like she did to you-- to cry about how you needed her skin between your lips, your teeth, her hair in your fingers. It was the only way to quench the intense, craving inside of you. A craving you were sure no creature had felt so deeply before. At least not genuinely for a creature like her, your fantasizes holding lust alongside the desire to build a home, to kiss “I love you’s” down her navel after a long day at work.

You grasped her gently on the side of her hot and stone-hard cheek, feeling the tingles in your toes turn to a strangled sensation-- your limbs wearing themselves out the tighter you held onto her. You felt weightless, like she could hold you up by the collar without resistance.

Meg tenses slightly at your eagerness despite the slump overriding your body, lips gentle against hers without holding back, relishing in her consuming touch.

You can feel the electric sparks that excited you begin to zap away, each gentle lick of her tongue to yours like a slow drain of every ounce of energy you own.

“You like this too much, hm...” she smiles against your lips for a half second, fading too quickly into a hesitant frown. Her grip along your neck was getting stronger, even her thumb against your pulse enough to choke you if she pressed any harder.

“Can't argue with that..” You manage to heave out, the desire to sleep overcrowding your hunger for this moment, your awed ecstasy.

“Can you do something else for me?” She asks, swallowing an eager, concerned gulp. “Not for me to feed, just for my…enjoyment.”

“Anything..” You huff again, your heart burning with venom, as if you had been running and never stopped. Your legs would barely move on their own, eyes looking up to hers as they peered through heavy lashes, eyeliner and mascara dabbed up to the nines.

“Get on your knees.”

You understand as soon as the words leave her mouth, some innate desire making you want to follow her every command-- the bewitchment she had on you as a woman or her powers as a succubus being the influence, you weren't sure. But your body wasn't nearly as complying with its weakness, giving out as you started to push away from her.

Meg helps you gently, seeing you struggle so earnestly it was almost hard to watch. But to your relief she said nothing, watching as you crawl on your knees to come close.

The muttering of drinks and seductive music reigns outside the curtain, reminding you of the writhing bodies stumbling to the bar that were so far from your little slice of bliss. You felt only a slight digging of pain, in your back, your joints. But the pressing tip of a high heel on your chest outweighed any exhaustion or agony Meg could bring you to. The black, sparkly platform was gentle, any harder and she would've shoved you back against the room's opposing wall.

She looked down at you, arms loose around the backside of the couch, almost concerned at your dissipating enthusiasm. But there was an ounce of intrigue, one that wanted to see how thin you'd stretch yourself for her. You fell to your elbows as her heel pushed deeper, the tip of her high heel coming to your chin.

“Well, are you going to just lay there?” She asked, a curious tone lacing her words.

You had seen this in the movies with the powerful, seductive corporate female character and dominatrix's--- you almost felt embarrassed by the cliché, even if it did get your failing heart racing.

You kissed the tip of her high heel, running from the bedazzled shoe to the soft plum of her skin. You made your inchful way up to the side of her ankle, no sense of blood under her flesh, but her body still moving under your kisses.

You hold under the bridge of her shoe, the digging of her sharp heel into your arm somehow numbed. From her shin to the side of her knee you rose higher, gaze downturned as her own settled upon you, a little astonished. And yet, Meg looked captivated by your devotion, your display of honest affection.

Your legs were growing uneasy now as you sat on them, trying to rise back up to her lips as you placed her heavy, powerful leg back onto the wine-colored carpet.

“I guess you didn't come here with pure intentions; came to woo me, hm?” Meg blurred into two now, your eyes failing you as something acidic fills your throat. “You really are far too sweet and gentle to want a quickie.”

“Told ya… Not like, all're other clients..”

You grin when she does, a sweet ache to the numbness in your limbs. It felt like a kind of nauseous good, making you far too delirious to care about returning to work, to worry about anything other than the gorgeous succubus holding you captive.

“Well, let's see how long you last first. I don't kiss my regular clients for this exact reason,” she laughed cheekily at your blurry gaze. “See right about now, you're starting to forget where you are. And soon, you won't even feel my touch.”

"mmn…” you nudged into her touch, gently chilled fingers sliding down your skin so sweetly. It contrasted so well with the fiery smoke of her breath.

“Say baby, you're willing to give yourself to me when you're conscious… is it okay if I assume the same when you're fast asleep, dreaming in my arms? I'm still, so hungry.”

You can’t see her any further, eyes fluttering to the back of your head and your arms giving out. But you can subtly nod your head, a faint “sure” leaving your careless mouth. You were in too much pleasure at how the night unfolded to even care where you woke up, you just knew you wanted to be with her, wherever she was, even if something in the back of your head, your gut, your instinct-- whatever it was, told you this wasn’t going to end well.

Megaera’s damp breath hit your neck, a blazing tongue poking from between two perfect lips pressed against your cheek.

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