I woke bleary eyed and half conscious as I heard the nerd get out of bed. Like a pet when her owners are away I crawled onto the bed and buried my face in the pillow, groaning in exhaustion. Even this worn down mattress and threadbear pillow were bliss after a night on the floor. I could hear the nerd getting ready, but I dozed off quickly. In that half conscious state I heard talking. The nerd and someone else. The nerd sounded angry, but the voices were distant, and I didn’t care enough to pay attention. I dozed off again.
I’m not sure how long it was before I woke again, but it was dark out of the window. I stretched, and rolled over ready to submit to another few hours of rest when I heard… sipping? Like from a coffee cup. It was close.
I jolted awake, and there in the doorframe to the exit I spied a shadowy figure. I clutched the sheets fearfully, and covered my breasts in a strangely modest and feminine reaction. He was tall. Really tall. And skinny too.
Another longer louder slurp reached my ears. I blinked, and my eyes adjusted. It was a man. Just a man, but that was scary enough in my current predicament. Then again, this was the first human I’d seen other than the nerd since my summoning.
“Umm… Hello?” I asked the darkness.
He didn’t respond, and my heart grew tense in my chest.
“Hey. Listen. I’m… I know what I look like but I need your help.”
No response.
“Can you say something? Please?”
The man lowered his coffee cup, and responded in a lazy tone. “Now why would I help you?”
I blinked. He didn’t sound threatening, and that emboldened me. “Because that fucking nerd kidnapped me!” I shouted. “Listen, call the cops or something. He’s literally put me in chains!” I offered up my cuffed wrists in demonstration.
“Summoned.” The lethargic voice responded.
“Huh?”
“Spencer summoned you. He didn’t kidnap you.”
I blustered. “Bwa… Well yeah, sort of, but it definitely didn’t go down like it’s supposed to go down. ”
~~I’m not a succubus, I’m a human. Some bitch pulled a play action on me mid summon!~~
is what I wanted to say, but of course the words got stuck before they reached my mouth.
“I’m not what I look like.” I stated. “It’s stupid. I can’t tell you what I am, but Spencer? Is that his name? Spencer fucked up bad.”
“He’s prone to do that.” The voice said with amusement, at last showing a fleck of emotion. “But you are a succubus. I can read your aura clearly, and you’re definitely lying.”
“I’m not!” I protested. “I mean I am, but only because Spencer fucked up.”
The man raised an eyebrow. “Well, that’s rather unfortunate. Because I don’t care.” He took another sip from his mug and stepped into the room. Light from the window splashed across his body giving me a clear view at last.
Oh my god it’s Shaggy.
Ok. Not exactly, but; scraggly beard, tall lanky figure, messy hair, and a posture that screamed pothead. This dude is Shaggy. The biggest difference was that this guy was wearing darker clothes. He was in jeans with a collared black button up. The top 3 buttons were undone, and I could see a silver pentagram necklace hanging over his chest.
“Dude.” I said. “Come on! You’ve got to believe me.”
“Things don’t magically become succubus” He elaborated. “So I don’t believe you to begin with. But even if I did believe you, you’re a succubus now, so I’m not going to free you.”
I flustered. “Ok, well, like… As a fellow sentient creature with emotions, can you at least help me? Spencer’s been giving me the hentai routine for the past 2 days.”
He raised his eyebrow. “And you’re not enjoying it?”
“NO!” I protested. I had meant to shout, but Spencer's geas kept my voice quiet.
“Nah, you’re lying.” he quipped dismissively.
“What the fuck dude. I’m not lying. Is this one of those porn logic things?” I made air quotes. “Oh she’s turned on, so it’s all ok.”
“Hmm…” He appraised me more deliberately. “So you’re saying you’re not enjoying it?”
“Look, this body is horny as hell, but no. I’m not.”
He nodded and cocked his head. “Well, at least you’re getting a soul shard out of it.”
“No on that front too.”
He blinked and stared. That one caught him off guard. He looked more closely in my eyes, and commanded. “Say that again.”
“I’m not getting a soul or anything. To be honest, I didn’t know for sure souls existed until that slob Spencer mentioned it two days ago.”
He raised his eyebrows. “Wow… You’re telling the truth.”
“Finally! So you believe me about the succubus stuff.”
“No.”
“RAAAGggghghgh!” I grabbed my horns in frustration, as if ripping them off my head would convince this stranger. Again my growling was stifled by the geas which only served to make me more angry. “How are you so confident about all this anyway?” I managed to ask.
He pointed to his eyes. “Your eyes get pink rings around your iris when you lie.”
I blinked, and touched my cheek, just below my eye. “What? Is that a succubus thing?”
“Common cantrip to keep demons from fooling you. Spencer probably cast it on you shortly after the summoning. It comes in different colors, but Spencer’s a horn-dog. I’m surprised he didn't make your eyes show hearts.”
“But wait… I’m telling the truth. I haven’t lied at all.”
“The spell doesn’t lie, so you must be lying to yourself.”
I spit in protest. “Or maybe some stronger magic is pulling a fast one on all of us.” There was no way in hell Shaggy was right. I’m not a succubus. I’m not Eizazelique.
The man shrugged. “Technically possible, but that’s the realm of greater demons, not some mangy sex-starved neophyte.”
“Mangy?” I spat. “Blame Spencer. He hasn’t fed me in two days.”
“Yeah, He’s got issues with sex.”
“What? No! I mean food. I’d kill for a rasher of bacon right now.”
“You can eat that, but it won’t nourish you.” He scratched his beard. “You really are new to all of this, aren’t you? I guess I understand how Spencer managed to bind you. I’d been expecting to find a soulless husk down here for a while now. He really lucked out.” He raised an eyebrow. “What’s your name anyway?”
I furrowed my brow. “I’m not that new.”
He chuckled. “Can’t blame me for trying. What should I call you?”
“Izzy, I guess.”
“Cute.” He responded.
I flustered.
“Listen, sounds like both of you are total novices, so I’ll make you a deal. Let me fuck you, and I’ll convince Spencer to go easy on you. You clearly need the nourishment, and Spencer needs to understand how precarious his situation really is.”
“I’m not going to fuck you.” I insisted, punctuating every word. “Is there some other way to sustain myself?”
He sighed. “Technically you can survive on sexual aura alone, but that’s like.. I don’t know. I’ve heard of vegan vampires, but a virgin succubus? Why hold yourself back? If you don’t want to kill somebody, just stop after they pass out.”
I flustered. “N-No! I’m not a virgin I just don’t want to fuck a guy. But wait, do vampires really exist?”
“Oh sweet summer child…” He chuckled. He tapped his lip as he thought. “I know a witch who wouldn’t mind a romp, and that might keep you from starving, but Spencer might get mad if he finds out we’re using his succubus behind his back.”
“Don’t talk about me like you’re lending someone elses bicycle.” I crossed my arms. “But… yeah, truth be told I have been feeling a bit anemic. I’m just tired all the time. I… I guess that’d be alright, as long as this witch is fine with it.”
He nodded. “Well, it was good meeting you Izzy. But dinners in the oven.” He turned around and started to walk out.
“WAIT!” I called after him, my voice only half as loud as I’d intended.
He stopped and looked over his shoulder.
“Can you plug in the ethernet cable?” I pointed to the cable hanging uselessly by the router.
A mischievous grin curled across his face as he picked up the cable and turned to me. “Going to do some browsing?” He shook his head. “Nah. I’m already helping you by contacting my friend. Besides.” His voice grew darker, and shadows fell over his eyes. “If you brought trouble down on us, I’d have to kill Spencer and take you for myself.”
I recoiled in shock, and watched as he dropped the ethernet cable to the floor, and left out of the back basement door.
“Holy fuck…” I whispered.
