I Applied to be a Succubus Ch. 01-02

Part 1 - The Letter

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To Whom It May Concern,

My name is Lilly. I am twenty years old and I am writing to formally apply for the role of Succubus of the Northwest.

Sex doesn't merely interest me. It defines me. I am a devoted slut who lives for the act of being used. Almost every night, I leave my dorm and prowl the campus in search of men who will fill me and temporarily tame my desires. I walk the paths, the library stacks, and the quiet corners behind buildings with one clear purpose: to find a hard cock and drain it completely.

My roommate claims to "hate me". While she quietly touches herself in the next bed, I am on my knees with a stranger's thick cock stretching my throat or bent over my desk getting fucked so deep that the headboard knocks against the wall. The wet sounds of my cunt being pounded and the wet, choking noises I make while I swallow load after load have become the soundtrack of our room. I know she listens. I know she gets off on it. That only makes me wetter. With all the times she has gotten off, how could she hate me?

I crave semen. I need it. A man's cum flooding my mouth, my pussy, or dripping down my chin is what restores me. It is the only thing that leaves me feeling powerful, full, and complete. I never allow condoms. Skin-to-skin is non-negotiable. I want every drop, every pulse, every last spurt emptied directly into me. I do not stop until their balls are drained and their cock is soft. Only then do I feel satisfied, temporarily.

This week alone I have taken twelve separate loads. One of them belonged to my guidance counselor. He had me bent over his desk after hours, skirt shoved up, panties yanked aside as he fucked me with desperate, guilty strokes and whispered how wrong it was. I came hard around his cock and milked every drop out of him before he even pulled out. He is not the first authority figure who has broken for me, and he will certainly not be the last.

No one denies me for long. Once I decide I want a man, resistance becomes a formality. I know how to look at them, how to speak, how to drop to my knees or spread my legs in a way that makes refusal feel impossible.

I am not asking for the title of Succubus of the Northwest. I am simply stating that the role already belongs to me. I am only waiting for the formal recognition.

I am ready to serve, to feed, and to take everything that is offered.

Respectfully,

Lilly

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Part 2 - The Retrieval

It's midnight on campus and not a soul around. He found the letter exactly where his superior said it would be. It was wedged against the old campus entry stone on the far east side of campus, past the reach of the security lights. It was camouflaged in a black envelope, per instructions.

Cautiously looking left and right, he slowly reached down to retrieve the letter. Damp and cold it felt, absorbing the November air. It felt heavy, as if it carried a grave request.

The man exhales and places the letter in the right inside pocket of his leather jacket. He stuck both hands back into his boot cut jeans, walked further away from the security lights, and walked to his all-black pick-up truck.

He gingery opened the door and before sitting down, he looked left and right. Clear, he thought. The boss said that she is in-demand and that others may try and snatch her application. He climbed in and shut the door.

The overhead light shown directly onto him. He noticed as soon as the light hit his jacket, his pocket began to glow, radiating a beautiful purple light. The overhead light faded as he pulled the envelope out. When the light was completely out, the envelope was still radiating light like a distant star.

He had an intrusive thought. 'I might need to take a peak first'.

It was as if he was tempted by the purple light. Tempted to do something he has not done in a long time. His thoughts continued:

'I am the messenger after all. And never given permission to engage in certain... activities and I find myself... rather pent up! I am Hermes, crosser of realms and father of desire'.

'One peak'.

The intensity of the glow increased along with his heart rate. A low pitched hum can be heard, growing eerily in darkness.

Hermes broke the seal with his thumb and drew out the contents. He pulled out a letter folded in thirds. The title, on the fold facing out, in stunning and ornate calligraphy read, "Application for the role of Succubus of the Northwest -- Lilly Atlas." The paper was stiff and acid-free, feeling important, dignified, and urgent.

As he unfolded the letter, he uncovered a set of Polaroid photos each with a date. The first image alone made Hermes exhale. He smirked and cupped his crotch. His bulge grew in his jeans. He spread his legs, allowing more room.

In the first POV photo, Lilly was on her knees, in what was clearly her dorm room. Her hair was a dark brown with a slender face. She was wearing black oversized flannel button-down that was parted around her perky and full breasts, exposing her erect nipples, pointed up at the sky. Her mouth was stretched wide around a thick, veined cock. Her eyes, purple and black, were half-lidded and deep in focus. Her cheeks hollowed as she took it deep. A thin string of spit connected her bottom lip to the shaft of the unknown male counterpart. In the background you can see her roommate in bed, hidden in a the pile of unorganized blankets, listening and observing.

Hermes dick twitched in his pants. It was leaking... he could feel it. He turned to the next photo.

Lilly was wearing a tiny white skirt and it was shoved up around her waist, panties yanked to one side. She was in public, what looked like the campus library, bent over a desk. This POV photo was taken by a well-dressed man; his erect cock was erupting out of his dress slacks. His penis was buried in her pussy. He placed his right hand on her hip and his left hand was on her ass with his thumb on her butt-hole. Her face was turned up and to the left towards the camera. Her lips were parted and her face was filled with pleasure and lust.

Hermes now undid his belt and unzipped her jeans. His now fully erect, pointed, slightly curved, and massive cock jolts free, as if it has been locked up for eternity. He moans. Hermes, looks at himself, and he can see his heartbeat. His head twitches with every pulse. To his surprise, there is a third photo.

Somehow is cock gets harder. He begins to rub him self.

The last photo was a close-up. Her face filled the frame. Her eyes were side open and staring directly into the camera. Her hair was up in a messy bun. At the bottom edge of the photo you can see Lilly's nipples and her perky tits. Her tongue was full extended and sticking out and her mouth was full of hot cum. It was scattered over her face, like a star cluster in the night sky. She sat there, happy and content. Her eyes wanted more.

Hermes edges himself to this last picture. I've got to meet this Lilly. He places all three photos, like a collage, on his steering wheel.

With his cock in his right hand and the envelope in his left, he realizes that there is another item. He realized this as he though, I wish I had some lube.

He paused, leaving his dick twitching, and pulled out a red phial. On it, in the same writing as the letter, read, "Pussy juice."

'FUCK. Who is this girl?'

He carefully opens the phial and begins to apply it to his right hand. Before he places it on his cock he makes contact with his middle and index fingers and his thumb. To his surprise, it is the most thick, somehow still warm, and lubricating fluid he has ever felt. He begins to stroke his aching cock as he finally reads the letter.

Lilly wrote the way she fucked. She was direct, greedy, and without apology. She described the sound her throat made when she took a man all the way in. She described the way her roommate's breathing changed on the other side of the dark room while some stranger spent himself across her tongue. She wrote about the heavy, almost sacred feeling of a man's balls drawing up tight against her chin right before he flooded her mouth. She wrote about refusing condoms because she needed the heat of it inside her and the way fresh cum made her feel stronger, clearer, and more real. Cum completes her and her body aches for it.

Hermes increases his pace. The sloshing wet sounds echoed in his vehicle from every stroke.

He lingered on one particular paragraph where she described making a man fuck her through two of her own orgasms before she finally allowed him to finish, milking him with deliberate and intense squeezes of her cunt until he was twitching, oversensitive, and empty. She fucks men until they collapse.

As he continued reading, he increased his intensity and speed at which he stroked his penis.

Every few lines he had to stop and stroke himself harder. While doing so his jaw was tight, his hips shifting, and somehow wanting to go deeper.

When he reached the end of the letter, her claim, a blatantly arrogant one, that the title of Succubus of the Northwest already belonged her pushed Hermes past the point of restraint. He planted one hand on the steering while he fucked his stationary fist with short, urgent strokes. The wet sounds of his thrusting cock echoed even louder. He stared intensely at the third photo of her open mouth and her cum-covered face and let his body take control.

Her pussy juice glistened as he look down at his shaft. He felt his orgasm beginning near his prostate. His strokes slowed, building the pressure and intensity. Hermes held back as long as he could, his hand reached the base of his penis, holding for two seconds, and he stroked up one final time. His intensity and pleasure hit an all-time high.

He finally came. Thick ropes of white cum shot up into the air. It completely covered all three pictures and the letter. He kept thrusting through his orgasm with each stroke slowing down. He milked out every last drop for her until his balls were empty... for now.

The letter was marked. Claimed.

Hermes caught his breath. 'Fuck'.

Realizing the mess he made, he smiled. He shoved the cum-covered photos and letter, as well as the phial, back into its original envelope.

'I may have just ruined her application letter... to fucking bad. I wonder if she can apply in-person?'

Hermes starts his engine and drives away.

A tall women in all black clothing appears behind a tree and is now looking at the now empty parking space. In an alto voice, powerful, and sultry, she says under her breath, "She's gonna be perfect. Wait 'till she sees what I have in store for her."

Lilly, back in her dorm room, awakens with cum on her face.

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Jules Orion Vega