Tyler walks down the stairs, his testicles still ache and his mind is groggy, and still puzzling over just what had happened last night. He enters the kitchen, and sees his mother eating breakfast. Her blue eyes widen with concern, as they lay upon her frazzled looking son.
“Mum something very weird happened last night.”
“I can see…” Responded Tyler’s mother, rather jokingly.
“It isn’t funny mum. I woke up last night with the frigging covers and my pants off me, and my balls were aching like hell.” Tyler replies.
“Hmm…” His mother ponders for a second before replying “Maybe you were moving around in your sleep, and knocked the blankets off of you, dislodged your pyjama bottoms and accidentally hit your testicles. Might be because you were sleeping in a strange bed.”
“Still a little weird for my pants to completely come off me though, even if I was kicking about.” Tyler muses.
His mother having finished her breakfast, gets up and deposits it into the sink. Whilst she cleans it, she looks over to Tyler as he opens the fridge and then says, “I wouldn’t worry about it Tyler. Stuff like this just happens sometimes.”
“Yeah, guess your right mum.” Replies Tyler and then he imbibes a bottle of milk.
“Oh and by the way Tyler, I’m going to be working late tonight. You won’t be nervous here on your own will you?” His mother teasingly asks.
“Mum, I’m a grown man.” Grumbles Tyler.
His mother kisses him on the forehead before heading off to work, whilst Tyler pours himself some cereal and sits at the table, staring mindlessly at his phone.
…
Clinging to the ceiling, her yellow eyes leering at Tyler, is the figure. She silently chuckles and considers revealing herself and ravishing the supple young man right then and there, but then thinks better of it. She wants to play with him a little first, then tonight, she will make her new toy scream.
…
Tyler looks up at the sky as he does his morning jog. The vibrant blue and the sparse clouds of yesterday, have now been suffocated by a thick, black clouds that seemed ready to burst with rain at any moment. And much to Tyler’s misfortune, they do.
Tyler rushes through the rain, desperate to get back inside so that he can dry himself off, but his luck worsens as he trips over a bump on the pavement and falls face first into a muddy puddle.
…
His head steaming, Tyler enters the house and slams the door shut. He was filthy, dirt practically cakes the front half of his body, not even the rain has managed to wash much of it off.
“Fuck…” He grumbles under his breath, and then makes his way to the shower.
Behind him, follows a clear pinkish trail…
…
The warm water feels heavenly as Tyler begins to free himself of the dirt, scrubbing all over his toned body. Outside the shower, hidden amongst the steam, is the figure. Letting loose a faint giggle, she turns her body to mist and seeps in through the crack of the shower door.
As Tyler is washing his face, he feels… something brush down his back. He stops stone still for a second, his eyebrow cocked up. It had to be the water? Hadn’t it.
His pale eyes widen as he feels two, sharply nailed hands grip his hips and then slide backwards before the nails dig into his buttocks.
“SHIT!!” He screams before knocking the door open so quickly that he topples to the floor.
Wide eyed he looks at the shower, and sees nothing inside of it.
“What the fuck?…”
A whispering, feminine giggle echoes from behind the thick steam and Tyler is frozen still as he sees a tall dark and distinctly feminine shape arise from behind the steam. Its yellow eyes burn into Tyler’s pale eyes, these yellow eyes brim with malice and a certain intention…
“Oh my god…” Tyler is in complete disbelief at the sight in front of him. He cannot even scream, instead he swiftly gets to his feet and runs out of the bathroom.
He slams his bedroom door behind him and locks it tight. Urgently, he rushes towards his phone and grabs it and then swiftly phones his mother.
“Shit… mom there’s a fucking demon in the house! Mom?… MOM!?”
It is not his mother’s voice that comes forth.
“*I’m your mommy now Tyler…”*
An invisible force hoists Tyler from his feet and slams him onto his bed. His drawers open and several of his belts come slithering out like snakes. The belts bind his feet together and tie his hands behind his back. Then a ball gag materialises seemingly out of thin air and clasps around his mouth.
Tyler’s screams are muffled, and tears pour forth from his pale eyes as he struggles against the binds, but to no avail. His struggle ceases however as what can only be described as a demoness, begins to ascend from the foot of his bed.
Her skin his pinkish red, her hair a raven black with white streaks, her eyes a passionate yellow and her horns are short and stubby. Her voluptuous figure arches as she spreads her arms and grins widely, before she places her hand upon her breast and then bows forwards.
“Allow me to introduce myself Tyler… I am… Noxelecebra. But you can call me… Nox.”
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/pcwq9b/supernatural_erotica_tyler_and_the_succubus
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