A Succubus and a… College Guy? (Chapter 4)

For the first time in millennia, I had fallen asleep satisfied, and actually looking forward to the next day of my summons. Who would’ve thought it’d be with a couple of college guys? As I drift off, I feel Jack out a hand on my waist and pull me close to him, like a life sized demon teddy bear. A naked one, at that.

I have a blissful, dreamless sleep, and when I wake up, both Jack and Miguel are still asleep. I glance at the alarm clock on the desk, and it says that it’s 6:28. If I had to guess, I’d say that the alarm is set for 6:30 for the boys to get up for school. I woke up in the nick of time.

I lay in bed, planning to just wait until the alarm goes off, but then I get a more… sexual method to wake Jack up. I gently move his hand from my waist, and silently get up and walk over to the alarm clock. After some quick studying of the nearby instructions, I find out that the alarm is indeed set to 6:30.

Acting quickly, I turn off the alarm, and not moment too soon. Five seconds later, the clock changes to 6:30. I sigh in relief, and tiptoe back over to Jack, who still lays on his side. I gently push him onto his back, hoping he doesn’t wake up. He grunts in his sleep, but he isn’t roused from his slumber.

Now, I put my plan into action. Looking down at his shorts, I can see the tent caused by his morning wood. This is perfect, as it makes my plan even easier. Gingerly, I pull his shorts and underwear down, allowing his cock to spring free and stick straight up into the air.

The sight makes me giggle, seeing his manhood standing at attention while he sleeps with his mouth open comically. I quickly stifle my laughter, and get up onto the bed on all fours between his legs. “Wakey wakey…” I whisper.

I then extend my tongue, and gently lick his cock from base to head with the tip of my tongue. His member twitches, but he gives no other reaction.

Going further, I begin slowly licking every side of his cock with my whole tongue now. I must look ridiculous, my ass sticking up in the air as I lick Jack’s manhood like a cat, but neither man is awake to see it.

Jack groans again, and shifts on his pillow, and I stop for a moment, but he soon stills again. I wait a second to see if he’s awake, and even poke his leg softly. No response.

“Good Lucifer, you’re a deep sleeper, Jack,” I mutter to myself. Resuming my mouth’s work, I take the head in my mouth and gently suck on it, swirling my tongue around it. When he *still* doesn’t respond, I go a little further, sinking down about halfway and sucking a bit harder.

Finally, he seems to notice. He grunts again, and stretches his arms above his head. I freeze, wondering if he still won’t notice me. He frowns, his eyes still shut when I swirl my tongue again, and wrenches his eyes open to look at me.

He jumps a little at the sight and sensation of me sucking him awake, and then whisper yells, “Jesus Christ Mia…” I frown at the use of that name, but I let it drop. I smile up at him, his cock still buried on my mouth.

He reaches out and touches my cheek, then says, “You’re real…”

Confused, I pull my mouth off of him and ask, “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I thought you might have just been a wonderful dream or something… I mean, you’re a bright red, hellish demon girl who’s also ridiculously hot and horny. Surely you can understand me being skeptical when that shows up in my room?”

I grin at his description of me. That’s about accurate, although he neglected to mention anything about my natural charm. Oh well.

“I’m not a dream, Jack, I’m just as real as you are. And I hope you liked your wake-up call…” I gesture at his throbbing cock, the top half shiny with my spit. He looks down at his member, as if just now remembering that I woke him up with a blowjob.

“I… yeah, I loved it. Way better than our alarm clock, anyway,” he says with a smile.

I stand up and go to retrieve my clothes, turning my back on him. “Good. It seemed to work quite well, except that it took a couple minutes longer than the alarm would,” I say nonchalantly. “I think you need to get ready for school, right?”

I can feel his eyes on my body as I walk away, and he calls out, “Hey, wait!”

My feet root themselves to the floor, but I don’t turn around. “Yes?” I ask, facing the far wall, already getting an inkling at what he’s going to say.

“You think you can wake me up like that and then walk away?” He asks. “Come back here.”

My legs turn me around and walk me back to the foot of his bed, and I look down at him still lying prone on the mattress. “Is something wrong?” I ask in an innocent voice, but we both know what he means.

“Don’t be a tease, Mia. If you’re going to wake me up with a blowjob, you’d better finish it,” he says firmly.

My body doesn’t move by itself, so I merely reply, “Noted.”

He frowns, and elaborates on his order. “That means finish it, kind of *now*-ish.”

Now-ish could be interpreted rather loosely, so I don’t technically have to finish the job *right* now, but we both know that’s what he means, and he’d just order me to do it right now anyway. “Fine, if you insist,” I say with fake annoyance, and resume my position on all fours between his legs.

He smiles at me, and lays his head back on the pillow to get comfortable, clearly settling in to enjoy the conclusion of my wake up technique. “I could get used to this,” he whispers contentedly as I begin licking his shaft again.

“Hey, I’m not your personal sex toy,” I warn. My licking soon makes his shaft rock hard again, having begin to soften a bit at the former lack of stimulation.

“I know!” Jack says defensively, glancing over at Miguel to find him still asleep. I too look at him, and I’m surprised by how completely he’s out. Jack hasn’t exactly been quiet, and yet Miguel is still out cold.

“Am I making you do something you’re not wanting to? I haven’t made you do a single thing you haven’t initiated, have I?”

“No, you haven’t,” I begrudgingly admit. As much as I’d like to argue, he has a point. I suppose I have started or asked for everything that’s transpired thus far. Half a millennia with no sexual relief really made me go crazy, now that I think about it.

“Exactly,” Jack says smugly. “So hush and put that wonderful mouth to good use.”

I’m only mildly annoyed by the slightly degrading tone, as I remember that most of my previous were far worse. Despite being a succubi who’s almost constantly horny, I never really appreciated being called a mindless slut whose only good qualities were her sexual skills. Sure, that’s my strong suit, but I also happen to like various other things. Nobody really appreciates it, but I had been absolutely fascinated with the sport of volleyball when it was invented and made it’s way down below from returning demons explaining the rules.

Of course, we had modified it a bit, since most of us can fly and hit harder than humans, but the principles of the game stayed the same. Aside from being three dimensional with the flying aspect, the game remained identical to the human version, and I’ve become quite good at it. It had been a welcome distraction from the ache between my legs during my long dry spell that ended yesterday, and I’ve had decades to hone my skills.

My point is, I’m not the mindless slut humans think succubi act like (although plenty of other succubi actually are). Jack is about the right mix of respectful and playfully degrading, and I can’t help but be a little turned on by it. However, I can’t exactly do much about it right now, as I’m busy sucking off Jack, and I know both he and Miguel will have to leave as soon as I’m done.

I decide to not worry about that right now and focus on the task at hand. Parting my lips, I look Jack in the eye as I sink him into my mouth. He groans approvingly, and grins to himself as he puts his hands behind his head. He watches me as I begin bobbing my head, sucking gently as my mouth begins watering to provide lubrication.

Deciding to get comfortable myself, I sink down onto my forearms, leaving my ass sticking up in the air. Jack’s eyes leave my face for a moment to stare at my raised rear end, before going back to my lips wrapped around his cock.

“Jesus Christ, that’s hot,” he mutters to himself more than me. I frown, and pull off of him to finally address him dropping that name so casually.

“Could you please not bring him up like that? That’s the last person I want to hear,” I declare, bringing a hand up to stroke him while my mouth is elsewhere.

He looks confused for a second and asks, “Who?” Then realization dawns on him, and curiosity gets the better of him. Momentarily forgetting about his lust, he asks, “Have you met him? Like, the actual person?”

I roll my eyes and respond, “No, thankfully. And I’d appreciate if you weren’t thanking him for something he has nothing to do with. How would you like it if I thanking your worst enemy for your dick size or something like that?”

He considers this then replies, “Yeah, I guess demons probably wouldn’t like Je-, that guy. I wasn’t even sure if he existed until now.” He pauses, then says, “Do you mean my size is worth being thankful for?”

I roll my eyes, a common occurrence since meeting Jack. “Don’t let it go to your head. And yes, that guy is very real. Not very understanding and encouraging to demons, either. You’d think having had many conversations with Lucifer would make him open up a bit, but nooo. Biggest goody two shoes you’d ever meet. Always sucking up to his dad.”

Jack flashes his signature smug grin when I admit that his size is nice. It slowly turns to confusion as I explain the strained relationship between demons and the guys upstairs, as we call them. “I’m not even gonna comment on that,” he says simply.

Suddenly, he glances down at my hand still slowly stroking him, as if suddenly remembering what we doing a minute ago. “How about we talk later? I do have to get ready to go after we’re done, so be quick.”

I grin when he tells me to be fast. “I can be quick, don’t you worry,” I assure him seductively. He opens his mouth to say something, but all that comes out is a grunt as I return my mouth to his cock and begin sucking more urgently than before. My head bobs up and down as my lips move back and forth on his cock, my tongue working the underside of his manhood expertly.

My sudden gusto surprises Jack, who lets his head fall back onto the pillow. Judging from his expression, he’s trying his hardest not to blow his load quite yet, although my ravenous mouth makes that difficult.

Switching tactics, I retreat my mouth to about halfway and wrap my hand around the exposed shaft, and begin stroking and sucking at the same time. When I begin twisting my hand with each stroke and look up at him, he groans loudly and returns my gaze, his eyes betraying how close he already is.

“Fuck Mia, that’s-” His words are cut off by another moan as I remove my hand and shove my head downward, deepthroating him. The corners of my mouth curve upward in a smile as I repeatedly retreat to the tip, then slam all the way back down again. I hear rustling on my left, and I glance over to see Miguel staring at me wide-eyed, clearly amazed by my skill and the show it’s providing him.

Feeling cheeky, I wink at Miguel before returning my attention to Jack. When I push down my throat once more and keep him there, he groans again and grunts, “Shit, I’m gonna cum Mia…”

True to his word, I can feel his cock twitch in my throat, and it’s only a moment before he starts releasing his load into my mouth. I pull back just a little so it’s not going directly down my throat, and I continue sucking as he pumps my mouth full of his warm, sticky cum.

When his cock stops shooting semen into me, and his groans cease, I pull off of him and swallow everything that’s in my mouth. I sit up and look down at Jack, who looks like I actually *did* suck the soul out of him. “You weren’t kidding… when you said you could be quick,” Jack murmurs between his heavy breathing.

“I warned you,” I reply playfully, wiping the spit off my lips with my hand. I can’t help but be proud of my handiwork. “Even after 500 years, I still got it,” I say with a grin.

“I’ll say,” Miguel says, standing up. “That was one hell of a performance, pun intended.” I roll my eyes at the joke, but I can’t help but smile even wider. I had legitimately wondered if I’d be out of practice after so long, but all the experience from the old days had come right back, in spectacular fashion.

Jack, mostly recovered, sits up as well. “That was by far the best head I’ve ever gotten,” he assures me.

“Well to be fair, I don’t have much to compete with,” I jab. “It’s probably been a long while for you…”

Jack merely smiles at my joke and replies good naturedly, “You go right ahead and think that. But really, that was mind-blowing. However, we have to go.”

I glance at the clock, and see that it reads 6:39. I’m a little surprised by how short a time it’s been. I really *was* quick, especially when you consider a decent part of that nine minutes was spent waking Jack up and talking. “Yeah, you’d probably better get ready,” I agree.

Jack stands up and pulls up his underwear and shorts, and the two boys begin preparing for the school day. I put my leather underwear back on as well, although I suddenly find myself wishing for some more “regular” clothes. Lingerie made of human skin isn’t exactly loungewear.

Soon, the two students are ready to leave, having gotten dressed and gathered their things. As they head to the door, they look back and see me awkwardly standing in the middle of the room, unsure of what I’m going to do for the next 7 hours while they’re at school.

“Uh, feel free to do whatever to entertain yourself,” Miguel says. “Sorry if you get bored, but we can worry about getting you entertainment and regular clothes and stuff later.”

Jack nods in agreement, then says to me, “Don’t leave this room either. You’re pretty noticeable, for better or worse. And don’t get in too much trouble!”

With that, they head out and lock the door, leaving me alone with a long day to kill, somehow. I look around the room and sigh, knowing I’m going to be pretty bored. Oh well, it’s just one day…

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