My sleep was heavy. I didn’t dream. I was probably too tired to remember if I did. The delirium of my previous day began to wash away, and I was able to recover, at least a little.
In the darkness of my sleep, a pleasant aroma tempted my nose. It wasn’t something I’d experienced before, yet filled me with a deep satisfaction. I rolled around in the messy bedding, finding comfortable spots, and painting myself with that fragrance of unfulfilled desire. A territorial almost feline instinct awoke in me as I rubbed my body across those sheets. I knew, on some primal level, what that smell meant, even if I couldn’t articulate it. And then I woke.
Something hard was jammed uncomfortably into the side of my neck. I rolled onto my back, trying to escape it, but the cold hard annoyance clung tight, accompanied by a chorus of metallic clinking. I opened my eyes, immediately remembering what that sound was. I held up a hand. Red skin, black nails, and sure enough a heavy metal cuff with comically oversized chains hung from my wrist. I groaned in exasperation, and face palmed.
I could hear sounds of explosions and gunfire, along with the soft clicking of someone mashing buttons on a controller. I sat up to see the nerd sitting at a computer desk, glaring at a screen, and playing a game. I swung my legs off the mattress and sat up. He glanced at me.
“Done being a bitch now?” He snidely remarked.
I wanted to tell him to fuck himself, but didn’t want to be too hostile with the guy that had magic power over me. I still scowled at him, and retorted. “Done being a pervert?
He set the controller down and gritted his teeth. “You’re a succubus! What’s the deal? Why do you even care?”
I tentatively tested my ability to mention my apartment again, but it was like pushing an orange into a coke bottle, the words just wouldn’t fit through my mouth. Coming up with a different response, I teased.
“Maybe I’m a virgin.”
He flustered, and I felt a flutter of satisfaction. Part of me wanted to play it up further and really lay the innocent naive girl routine on him, in a deviant roleplay. I shushed that strange desire.
“Then…” He replied. “I’ll just have to train you.”
Oh… That doesn’t sound good. I grimaced, and stared at him, dread falling heavily in my stomach.
“Take off that shirt.” He stated.
His words weren’t laced with power, and I rolled my eyes defiantly. This routine again?
“If you don’t.” He said evenly. “You’ll never wear clothes again.”
With a sigh, I stripped the shirt from my body, revealing my slender form, and lush breasts, then threw it at him.
He looked at it and frowned. “This was one of my favorite shirts, and you ripped it.”
Subconsciously, I reached up to the horns now crowning my head. I could feel they started just above my forehead, but felt more like jagged spires of coral with sharp tips than a smooth demonic horn from pop culture.
He dropped the shirt, then said. “Ok, now stand right here," he pointed to the ground next to the computer desk. With a sigh, I complied again.
“You forgot something.” He snapped.
I turned over my hands in confusion and glared at him.
“I gave you a command.”
I rolled my eyes, and sardonically said. “Yes master.”
He turned back to the video game, and to my surprise didn’t even look at me. I mean… I had quite a bit of self control, but even I would have had a hard time not looking at these beauties attached to my chest. Somehow he was totally honed in on his game, even with me facing him, and standing right next to the screen. In one way, I was completely fine with him ignoring me. But part of me was annoyed. I didn’t understand that part very well, but It made me want to hit him almost as much as when he was trying to grope me.
You’re a pervert! You just made me strip, and now you’re going to ignore these divine titties to play video games? What’s wrong with you? I know how sexy I am, stop pretending you don’t. That thought threw me for a loop, and caused me to pause. I chewed on the inside of my cheek and pushed that line of thinking from my mind.
This was a chance for me to figure things out. I had only seen this one room since being summoned, and this was clearly a basement. It was also filthy. Near hoarder levels of filth. Bags of garbage piled up in one corner. Dirty clothes, and empty packets of instant food were strewn around, not to mention the general clutter of geek paraphernalia. It soured my stomach to behold.
I wondered briefly if he had parents living upstairs.. It looked like he was in his early 20’s, and didn’t look half bad… you know… for an overweight nerd. His messy hair, and unshaven face actually gave him a certain rugged look, and he was fairly tall… I wasn’t sure why those things crossed my mind, but I appraised them with a certain satisfaction.
“What’s your name anyway?” I asked.
He didn’t even look up from his game as he replied. “Master, to you.”
“Oh come on.”
“You really think I’m about to give a succubus my name, from my own lips?”
I sighed with exasperation. “I could just find and look at your ID.”
“That won’t give you my name.”
I blinked in confusion. Give me his name? “Wait, is this more demon stuff?” I asked.
This time he did look at me, and raised an eyebrow. “Yes, demon. It’s more demon stuff.” He turned back to the game, and I sighed and put my hands on my hips.
I stood there. He played. I kept standing there, and he kept playing. “Ok, this is getting boring” I finally stated. “There’s a lot of stuff we need to talk about. This situation isn’t what it…”
“Stand there and be quiet.” He interrupted. The words held a tingle of magic, not enough to compel me, but I could read the threat. I sighed, and crossed my arms.
He was playing the latest Armored Core game, and a tinge of envy shot through me. I hadn’t had the chance to play it yet, and now I have to watch this guy blunder through the game. He was clearly concentrating really hard, and I reflected on all the reviews talking about the game's difficulty. A mischievous thought came to me, and I wiggled my shoulders a little, sending those teardrops swaying delightfully.
My eyes were locked on him. He was pretending he didn’t notice, but I could see through him. I could feel the flutter of excitement in the back of his mind. I pressed my arms together in a stretch, squeezing those boobs forward, then stretched my arms out high with a yawn, pulling those tits into a perky display. The little show was clearly getting his attention. I could smell it even if he wasn’t looking my way. Still, I couldn’t be reckless. I had to time this for maximum amusement.
I returned still and obedient, waiting, and watching. The mission he was on looked like a tough one, and he’d already died to the boss multiple times. The robots on the screen danced around one another, flying through the air and launching volley after volley of rockets, bullets, and lasers. The boss was nearly dead. His health was low. Only a few more attack cycles, and the nerd would win.
I started to bounce up and down on my toes, ostensibly in boredom, but of course it sent my chest jiggling. I was looking up and away innocently, when I heard him shout.
“Fuck!” The nerd threw the controller, then glared at me as he died. I burst out in laughter.
“Oh? Think that’s funny?” He asked.
“Hilarious, actually.” I responded with a titter.
“Take your shorts off too.”
I scowled. “Come on.”
He turned his chair my way, and steepled his hands. I could feel a frisson of magic energy building in the air.
“FINE, fine. Whatever.”
I reached down to the waistband, then paused. I struggled to find the will to do this. I could feel my cheeks flush, and even if he was threatening more geas, this was a big hurdle of shame to cross. I bit my lip, then pulled it down, and kicked the shorts to the side.
The shape of my wide hips was sharply defined on my skinny form, rather than curvy, but that somehow communicated a more feral shape. My muff was very thick and curly in contrast to the straight messy hair atop my head, but just as black and shiny. Fuck. “My muff”. What a thing to say. I guess just beneath that muff was “My pussy”. A vagina. I had been subconsciously avoiding thinking about the boobs as “mine” but whether I liked it or not I had women’s parts. At least for now... My crotch felt empty as I struggled with a sudden large wave of conflicting emotions.
The nerd began to fondle himself as he took in my body. I simply crossed my arms and looked to the side. I was too ashamed to think about my situation, but there was an odd cling on emotion that soothed the sharpest edges of shame.
The nerd's face took on a more lecherous look, and I could tell he was starting to check out, and submit to his lust.
“At least get a tissue first. That’s gross, dude.”
He seemed to snap too. “I could ask you to sit on my lap instead.”
“I could rip your throat out.” I retorted.
He simply laughed.
He continued to gaze at me and fondle himself for an uncomfortably long period of time, then left for a room I could only assume was the bathroom. Well. That was decent of him. For the first time since my summoning, I was alone, and I was naked. At last able to take stock of my situation, I looked down at my body.
