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KINKTOBER III: SOMNO starring: succubus!reader x jjk men incl. 25+ megumi synopsis: cute demon girl finds horny sorcerers warnings: reader can fly/has wings ⋆ masturbation ⋆ voyeurism ⋆ somno/dream sex ⋆ m oral ⋆ past trauma mention ⋆ dub-con ⋆ cnc ⋆ f.f.m threesome ⋆ f oral ⋆ predator/prey ⋆ non-con ⋆ degradation ⋆ mutual masturbation

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18+ mdni. nsfw below. more voyeurism than somno oops

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Exhaustion and lust eat away at your body, the dull taste of the average man slowly tainting your taste buds.

You know what you need. You need to feed on someone special.

Hot guys don’t cut it anymore. Sexy is second place.

You need something more.

As you approach a particular technical college on the outskirts of Tokyo, you don’t realise how soon your desires may be met.

You snoop around the grounds, finding the so-called “sorcerers” who just seem so damn horny.

i ⋆

You first find a man who you simply cannot ignore. His appearance is striking, ethereal even– and when he’s not condescending and belittling his enemies, bringing them to their knees with his fingers, he’s busy annoying his students and flirting with any woman who meets his high standards. 

So you follow him, using your invisibility to keep hidden, realising that he may be quite the challenging target. He’s darting all over the country, teleporting, leaving you unable to keep up. And you start to realise that the man doesn’t fucking sleep, which puts all kinds of holes in your plans to enter his dreams and feed off his pleasure. The last straw that really gets you on edge is that you think he can see you. 

Regardless, you finally work up the courage to tail him to his office late at night, where he huffs and collapses on the comfortable chair, his intimidating frame slouching back with his legs spread. 

If only he would fall asleep like this, you think, watching as he brings a hand up to his brow, massaging his temples before removing that black blindfold. 

You’re left awestruck, firstly by seeing every detail of his beautiful face, then when his hand starts to move down his body, over his shirt, reaching the swell in his pants that he starts to palm. 

“Mmhh–” he moans and gives an agonisingly slow hip thrust into his hand. 

Your breath hitches, watching him reach under and start to rub himself. Honestly, you don’t blame him for being so pent up– the man can’t catch a break. 

So he relives himself with his hand, teasing his cock out of his dark pants, his head lolling back over the office chair. 

Seeing him so exposed like this, you would love nothing more than to kiss his handsome jaw, sink your teeth into that veiny neck, strip off his shirt and lick every defined muscle that you’re sure to find underneath, then end up with his cock between your lips. 

But you’re too scared. Despite his friendly demeanour, his godly power terrifies you. 

So you keep your distance, imagining how he’d feel, how he’d taste. 

He picks up his pace, letting out frustrated sighs while his full and flushed cock barely fits in his massive hand. 

“Fuck me, I really need to get laid” he mutters before lubricating his tip with a load of spit. 

That only makes you feel even more desperate, with all the slick he’d need waiting between your legs. 

You swear you can’t help it. As soon as those moaned curses started falling from his lips you got the familiar, wet heat curling in your abdomen. 

And you watch on with hazy eyes, seeing how he teases himself with long, slow strokes that make his hips buck, then working up into faster, aggressive pumping that gets his free hand flying over his mouth. 

But he can’t stifle those lewd noises now, only getting louder, moaning and gasping as he gets closer. 

Your eyes trail all over him, from the tips of his messy, shimmering locks, his eyes that are squeezed shut, the rosy glow to his cheeks, then to his hips, his hand over that throbbing, hard boner, and his swollen head, where all his precum is collecting that you want to suck up so bad it’s got you whimpering. 

You’re really struggling to keep quiet, especially now he’s grabbing his shirt and pulling it up in preparation for what’s to come. Now you can see those tensing abs, his body shuddering and erupting, your panties are completely soaked through, arousal coating your thighs.

What a waste, you think, watching him spill the delicious essence all over his convulsing stomach. 

But he is relieved, nonetheless, his grip relaxing as his hips slow down. 

“Nghh– fuck–” he squeezes the last few drops out and reaches for a tissue, bright eyes flashing and connecting with yours. Directly. Intensely. It’s fleeting, but leaves a trail of goosebumps tingling down your spine. 

He can’t see me. There’s no way. 

You linger in the shadows for a moment longer, then slink away as he starts fixing his shirt and pants, replacing the black fabric over his eyes. 

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A few days later, brimming with impatience, you follow him to his penthouse apartment where he finally took the night off and passed out on his sofa. 

Now the real fun begins. 

You approach the angelic man, admiring those unruly white hairs, the feline curves of his closed eyes, those beautiful, pink lips. It’s always the most devious men who look this way when they’re sleeping. 

Entering his dreams easily, you unzip his pants and peel down his tight boxers, slipping him in your mouth and sucking till he’s hard and panting. 

“Hnn— ahhh– feels s’good, so hot–” his lewd praise encourages you until you’re sucking at him messily, feeling him bulge bigger in your mouth.

“Yes, oh fuck, like that–” you love how his moans are flowing so freely in his subconscious state. 

“Oh damn– yesss, yeah, fuck don’t stop–” he’s getting louder, bucking his hips until a confused expression crosses his face, “fuck– who, who even– uhnn– S-Sugu–” 

He’s interrupted by his long, hard orgasm, as you finally get to taste his hot cum after a week of temptation. He’s exquisite, a delicacy. Powerful men always taste the best, after all. So you suck him dry and feel his revitalising energy coursing through you, making you hum with satisfaction. 

Feeling pleased with yourself, you sit up and fix your hair, only to be interrupted by the man below you fidgeting and stirring awake. Your eyes flit to his, where he’s returning a long, hard stare. 

“You think you can just take my cum and leave?” 

“H-how–” you stutter, feeling confused as most of your prey can’t even remember what happened to them, let alone see you while they’re awake.

“I could see you following me the whole time, silly thing” his words make you cringe with embarrassment.

“Wait– oh…”

“You enjoy the show the other day?” he asks with a cocky smile. 

Shit. You can’t believe this fucker. 

“I- I am not a thing” you pout. 

“Oh,” he scoffs, “well I’m sorry… even people like me have blind spots, sugar. Why don’t you tell me what you are?” 

“A succubus.” You eye him up and down, “And you are not a person.” You retort, feeling sour from his humiliating tone. 

“Whoa, whoa now, pretty thing…” he repeats, making you glare back at his stupid smile, “if you’re gonna get nasty I might have to teach you a lesson.”

“A-ah…” your insides curl up, feeling him grinding into you below. 

“N-no, no–” you push down on him, fluttering up to the high ceiling of his apartment. 

There’s no way you could take someone like him after your dry spell. And after the last time you had sex, getting roughed up and wrecked so badly that you could barely stumble away? There’s no chance you’re ready right now. 

“Not scared of me, are ya?” he tugs at his still hard member, tucking it away when he sees your wide eyes. 

“Well just come down here and I’ll make you feel good”

You shake your head, eyes darting around as you flap further away. You know men and their ulterior motives all too well. 

“Have it your way, pretty thing,” he murmurs before his body lifts off the sofa. You can only stare, nerves stirring in the pit of your stomach while you watch him seamlessly float up to join you.

“Y’know it’s rude to lead a guy on like that?” he questions, pulling you closer while you blink up at him in disbelief. 

“W-wasn’t…” you shake your head, covering your body, “just taking what I needed.” You realise how selfish you sound now, but you were dying of hunger. 

“And what about me, hm?”

You can’t deny the way he’s making your heart race now with his brilliant eyes staring into yours. 

“You know what I need?” 

Spreading your legs with his thigh, he pushes under your dress and over your little thong that remained in place all evening.

“Let me give you something…” he mutters over your lips, your eyes jerking down to his bulge, making him chuckle.

“How about this, to start with?” a sly smile spreads over his features, his seductive tone making you shiver.

He slides the damp material to the side and sinks two fingers inside you slowly. 

You protest weakly, pushing at his wrist, which only makes him grin viciously and dig his long fingers in deeper. 

Massaging your clit with his thumb, he fingers you in midair and holds your body against his, loving how you start to relax and place your hands on his arms. 

“That’s it” he coos, pulling you into an intense kiss, his tongue all over yours in a messy display of lust. 

He starts curling his fingers now, knowing exactly how to get that warm pleasure building in your little body. He watches you spread yourself wider, taking him harder until your head spins and you lose balance. 

“A-ahh–” you let out a cry, feeling him catch you and steady you. 

“Easy, there you go”

“Th-thank you” you whisper between soft moans. 

“Oh,” he smiles, “didn’t know things like you had manners”

“S-stop calling me that!” you can barely get pissed off with the man, with the way he’s making you feel.

“Scary…” his eyebrows wiggle, his smile getting wider, “what’s a little thing like you gonna do?” 

“Stop it!!” you cry, pushing away suddenly and flapping up to the sparkly chandelier that’s mounted in the ceiling. 

To your shock his body flashes right in front of you with a wide grin on his face. You can’t process what just happened but he’s tugging you away from the light, letting out an unhinged laugh as an invisible force pushes you flat against the ceiling. 

“Now, now, you were takin’ my fingers so well,” he brings his body to hover right under yours, a menacing undertone surfacing in his voice.

Confusion and fear seep through you, your body frozen in place by some kind of telekinesis. Your lip trembles, watching his smile turn sinister while he snaps your thong off with a flick of his wrist.

“Would be a shame to stop there, hm?” 

He frees his cock again, pushing your dress up and teasing you, splitting you open with his smooth, wet tip, while casually maintaining the immense pressure over your body.

“Mm, I was just tryna be nice, pretty thing,” he coos, pushing your hair away, “but now I’m afraid you have no choice…”

You shake your head vigorously, unable to even talk, your legs spreading wider for him against your will.

“Hm,” he chuckles, feeling your body start to grip at his tip, “suckin’ me in?” 

“It’s ok,” he coos and strokes your cheek, edging himself in, “m sure you can take it, pretty thing.”

Your body clenches up and struggles to take him, trembling with only half his length. That only gets him more worked up, pumping harder until he forces himself deeper.

You think he’s all the way in, your body relaxing slightly, until he sighs and slides in another few inches.

“Yeah that’s it,” he hums with satisfaction, feeling you clench and spasm around him while his fat tip pushes in places you didn’t know existed, “gunna fuck you dumb now.”

He fucks you hard against the ceiling, only getting rougher when he looks down your body, seeing your cream coating his cock.

You can’t believe he’s doing this to you, splitting you open and forcing orgasm after orgasm from your depths.

This arrogant man, his condescending tones– you should be pushing him away, but you can barely breathe, your body in complete submission while your head spins with vertigo.

“Mm–mmmm–” you let out little vocalisations, your eyes flying wide as you helplessly grapple against his strength. 

“Nearly there,” he lets off an untamed growl, making you realise he’s nearly as far gone as you, “oh fuckkk me– gunna make such a mess of this pretty pussy” 

His mind lost to his carnal desires, his power suddenly pulses, a fresh wave of telekinetic energy slamming you harder.

He sucks and bites at your neck, his massive hands enclosing your hips and tugging you in and forcing himself deeper.

The corners of your vision start to blur, the pressure becoming too much, until you hear a crack in the ceiling above you. 

“Fuck–” he pants into your neck, “fuck, ‘m close– please, please hold out f’me, let me, let me fucking fill you– ha–ahhhh–” 

With a long groan he finally lets go, the extraordinary force over your body relaxing as he slowly pumps you full of his cum. 

“Nnh– ahh–” he hums and sighs, your bodies entangled in a mess of limbs and wings, gradually floating back down to his sofa. 

His muscular frame collides with the cushions and you sit up on him, getting your bearings after being suspended for so long. 

As he finally stops pumping, you’re overcome with a dizzying, joyful high that could leave you full for weeks. You kiss him all over, feeling totally enamoured, watching exhaustion claim his body. 

You realise you got off pretty lightly tonight, with only a few bruises on your arms and neck; a price you’re willing to pay to be as full as you are now. 

You can’t help but feel grateful, pressing kisses to his cheek with a soft whisper, “I shall let you rest now.”

Placing a blanket over him and a final kiss to his forehead you murmur your goodbyes, “Dream of me.”

You redress yourself and flutter to the window, taking one last glance at the beautiful man who cured your starvation.

ii ⋆

You make your way back to the Academy where you’ve made a little nest in one of the old dormitories, so far undiscovered. 

You rest for a few days and soon find another sorcerer, nearly as tall and handsome as the first. But he seems a little preoccupied, having a particular routine of meeting a beautiful young woman in his office after hours.

Listening to them is one thing, but daring to enter and watch brings a whole new pleasure. You love how needy he is for her; the way she waits for him on his desk, just sitting pretty, until his big hands find her body and tug at her clothes, kissing her skin, leaving little marks.

You love watching her beg for more, and the sorcerer so willingly gives everything to her, until he’s stripping and fucking her slow and deep on his desk.

Oh, how you wish to be that woman.

Perhaps if you worked your way into both of their subconsciouses…? You start to think, pondering the possibility of having two mates.

But there’s something more in his eyes– it’s not just lust. He loves this woman. And you can’t deny anybody their sweet love.

You linger a little more, on the verge of defeat, until your invisibility slips one evening. 

The girl was stepping through the corridor towards his office when she first saw you, leaving you both startled. 

You presumed she would be scared by your strange appearance and non-human features, but instead she seemed intrigued, amazed even. 

She spoke to you respectfully and politely then took your hand and stepped into her lover’s office, “Come with me, let me introduce you to Kento!”

She sounds so excited, pulling you inside and bringing you to stand under the large frame of the man you’ve been stalking.

“Succubus?” He crooks an eyebrow, his gaze finding your slightly pointed ears and little wings. 

You just nod, feeling a little embarrassed under their curious stares.

“Um, so, I don’t know much about succubi but–” the woman hesitates, looking between her partner and you, “don’t you need… sex, to survive?”

Again, you nod sheepishly. 

“A-are you hungry?” She asks with a little smile.

Your eyes shine brightly, taking a liking to the girl’s line of questioning. Although you haven’t tried it, you’re pretty sure a woman’s essence would fill you just as well. 

“A- a little.” You reply quietly, overcome with greed.

You did take some of the most potent, filling pleasure you’ve had in a long time only days ago, so you’re not starved. But you could eat.

The man’s narrow eyes find the bruises on your neck, his gaze hanging there as he contemplates. 

“Satoru?”

You nod again, a blush starting to tingle your cheeks. 

“You’ve already been with him, hm?” He gives his partner a knowing look, “Shall we show you how a woman should really be treated?”

You’ve never been so excited in your damn life. It surges through your body and ends up coming out as a little flap of your wings and a rather humiliating squeak. 

And they show you exactly what you’ve been missing out on for all these years, with her soft lips over yours, his strong hands guiding you to perch on his desk– just how you’ve seen her many times before. 

They spread you and tease you and treat you to the most tantalising pleasure you’ve ever felt– both of them more generous and warm than your previous encounter. You know Satoru was stressed the day you went to him, so you’ll forgive him and probably go back for more once you’ve recovered.

But these two lovers are gentle and caring in their movements, making sure you get everything you need.

“Honey,” he speaks so softly– a voice of a man who’s completely satisfied and cared for– “sit up here, will you?”

He places his girl next to you on his desk, admiring the way your hand instinctively reaches out to hers, bringing her into a delicate kiss. You’ve never tasted anything so sweet.

You pull away when you feel Kento’s hand on your knee. He kisses his partner passionately, his hands working up both of your thighs to feel between your legs. You watch his tongue sliding over hers as she lets out the cutest whimpers. You wonder if that’s how you sound.

He pulls away with a look in his eyes that makes you tremble. And he’s not even looking at you. 

“Beautiful,” he whispers a compliment, now spreading the slick over both of your folds. 

He turns to you, his sharp eyes trailing over your semi-nude body, and with shock crossing your features you watch him kneel.

“W-why–” you stutter, only to find the woman’s hands turning you to face her.

“Just let him do it, ok sweetheart?” She coos, her voice sending tingles through your mind. 

“Do w-w–” your stammering is silenced when you feel his lips connect below, and hers over your mouth.

You’re used to draining men and stealing their pleasure, but receiving that pleasure is all new. 

You moan and squirm on the desk, your legs spread to allow the gorgeous man below you to enter you repeatedly with his tongue. He pushes you open and laps you up, placing his wide tongue over your folds then sucking and biting. 

He’s got that warm feeling going through you in no time while the beautiful girl next to you gives you a lesson on just how gently she can kiss.

Her lips tickle against yours while she sucks and tongues you like no man has ever done before. Her hands wander over your body and pinch at your little nipples, squeezing with just the right amount of pressure to leave you gushing again.

You start to feel bad for the man below you– he must be drowning by now. But all you can hear is his moaning and the wet, slick sound of him drinking you. 

Once he’s taken his fill of you, he pulls away and gives his girl the same treatment. And you watch how he does it, amazed by how he’s shoving himself so deep between her legs– how can he even breathe!?

Needless to say, he doesn’t care. He’s wrapped up in pleasure giving and that’s all he can focus on, taking her waist in his hands and bringing her ever closer. 

You watch how she convulses and needily grabs at your body, pulling you closer and moaning over your lips with pupils so dilated you can barely see the colour of her eyes.

And she’s satisfied, her body relaxed while she strokes your hair and he pulls away.

Now you’re getting really excited, seeing what he’s doing next. He’s pulling the gorgeous woman onto the wooden floor of his office, then you, right next to her. And he is the one now perching on his desk.

You look up at the swell in his pants and yearn to finally taste him, your body going into overdrive when he slips himself out. 

You hesitate, looking at his girlfriend for a moment until she answers your unspoken question of who gets to go first.

“Come on, pretty girl, there’s enough for both of us,” she says with a smile, gently placing your eagerly waiting mouth over his large member.

And you suck and share him till he’s thrusting between your lips and getting close to his release. To your sheer amazement the girl pulls away and whispers in your ear, “You can taste him, sweetie.”

You squirm and take him all the way down, earning a loud moan from the man and a surprised giggle from the girl. 

“Wow!! You’re so good at that!” She strokes the back of your neck then stands up to face her gorgeous man.

“She’s deepthroating you so well… I can’t believe it. How does it feel, Ken?” She coos, tracing her fingertips over his marble like abs.

“F-feels s’good sweetie,” he replies as you swallow his massive tip over and over.

Of course, this is your go to, so you should be good at it. But it makes you feel proud to receive compliments from these two. The way they fuck often leaves you feeling desperate for it just like that. 

But now you’ve got his hips stuttering and his hand in your hair, you can only concentrate on his release.

You hum and moan over him, your lashes batting up to take fleeting glances over his body, his lips attached to his lover’s.

And he thrusts so deep and hard, finishing with a gruff moan and a tug of your hair– the only harsh movement you’ve felt all night.

You suck and swallow till he pushes you off and watches you lick up the mess on your chin, leaving you panting and giddy with pleasure.

Your stomach swells full with his seed, making more and more power surge through you. You’re going to be unstoppable soon, with all of this magical liquid you’re being given.

iii ⋆

A few days later, curiosity got the better of you once more, leading you to a labyrinth of deep, underground tunnels beneath the academy where you followed someone new.

This next one’s a little tricky because, like you, it seems that he’s not supposed to be here. He’s snooping around, evading the covered gaze of the white haired sorcerer. 

You slink through the dark tunnels after him, wondering how someone so large can be so silent. He has a strange energy around him– not like the rest. It’s unsettling. And this time it really does feel like he can see you, or sense you somehow, his dark eyes flashing each time he turns to look over his shoulder.

Your heart starts racing with every twist and turn in the claustrophobic tunnels, following him closely until you come to a fork in the pathway. 

Which way did he go? 

He seems to be near enough untraceable– no scent, no footprints. So you choose quickly and keep moving.

The adrenaline is pumping through your veins now while you retrace your footsteps, creeping along the dark pathways, panicking that you’re utterly lost down here... with that formidable man. 

You’re pacing around in the maze which is only getting darker, and possibly deeper, until you round a corner and he’s facing you.

His ears prick when you sharply intake a breath in shock, his narrow eyes somehow find yours, then his hand twitches.

He raises his arm, reaching out in front of him.

Pure terror holds you still, watching his hand grab for you.

He reaches your throat.

“Hm, there you are,” his lips curl into a pleased smirk. 

“Show yourself.”

You hesitate.

“Now.”

You obey, unwillingly, as he squeezes your windpipe.

“Hm,” he steps closer, figuring you out while you struggle for air.

You wriggle in his grip, your hands prying at his solid forearm while you take in little strangled breaths. 

“Succubus, right?” his voice drips with malice.

You nod rigidly, your eyes flicking over his features, only able to discern that he looks terrifying. 

His smile widens, seeing the fear in your eyes. 

“Hungry?” 

“Mm mm–” you shake your head.

“What do you mean, no? You already found some cock?”

He watches pink tinge your ears, letting out a dry laugh.

“Aw, you thought the sorcerers up there were cute, hmm?”

He hums and teases, watching you squeeze your eyes closed.

“Wonder if you met my pathetic excuse of a son…” he mutters absentmindedly, his grip on your neck becoming slack as he’s seemingly lost in thought.

You take this opportunity to duck and escape his hold, leaving you darting down the corridor with him hot on your heels.

You hurtle through the tunnel, flapping and running for your life while his footsteps echo in your ears. You feel him mere inches behind you, your body halted and the pathway spinning when his powerful arms secure around your waist. 

He caught you so easily, his torso pressed up against your back with his hand over your nose and mouth. 

“You’ve got nowhere to go, little one”

“Mmm– mmmpph–” you cry into his palm, writhing and pushing on his chest your wings. 

“Trying to escape will only make it worse,” you feel his hot breath in your ear again.

You soon realise it’s not a fair fight against his sheer size and strength, your body slumping in defeat. 

“Now,” he breathes in deeply, his lips ghosting your cheek, leaving goosebumps in their wake, “I’m gonna fill you better than any of those spineless fuckers up there.”

His free hand starts to massage between your legs while your eyes get heavy, the corners of your vision starting to fade from the lack of oxygen. 

“‘m gonna fill you up to... here” he traces his hand up your stomach, “no, here.”

He finally catches on that you’re about to pass out, moving his hand from your mouth back to your throat. 

You gasp and choke while he tugs your dress and panties away, splitting your labia and circling your clit. 

Despite being afraid for your life, what he’s doing to you is stirring a deep, longing arousal that leaves you feeling disgusted.

You don’t want this. You don’t want him. 

But your shaking and squirming is only urging him on, laughing bitterly at your stupid attempts to free yourself.

Removing his fingers, you feel him push his cock through your thighs, making you let out a little sob. 

Fuck, he’s too big. 

“N-nnn- pl- pl-” you only manage little stutters, shaking your head  while his hand still squeezes you tight. 

“Pretend you don’t want this. S’fine with me.”

He mutters in your ear and you can only feel his heavy bulge swelling thicker, leaving you alarmed and trying to peer back at him, desperate to see how big he is before he ruins you. 

Your look of worry earns another snicker. “Yes, sweetie, I’m gonna be bigger than all the pathetic lowlifes you’ve taken up there, might hurt you a little. Sorry bout that”

His conceited words, laced with twisted sadism, are enough to convince you that he’s not sorry.

In fact, you’re getting an inclination that every pained moan he’s dragging from your lips is making him want you more.

As much as that should have you trembling and begging for him to stop, you only find yourself spreading your legs wider.

“So fucking eager”

He finally releases your throat, tugging at your hair now. 

“You wanna good fucking, hm?” he growls in your ear. 

“N-no, can’t–!” your voice contradicts your body once again. 

“Think you’re lying”

“Let’s see what you’ve got to say when I get this cock inside you, hm?” he threatens, dragging himself over your shamefully soaked entrance. 

You know it’s gonna hurt, so you brace yourself, finding that his arrogant warning was completely and utterly justified. 

“I, I can’t, no please don’t– fuck!” you let out shrill cries, feeling him spread you over his tip, his thumb digging into your skin.

“You can. And you fucking will” he sibilates. 

He splits you wider, forcing himself into your too small hole. 

“Yeah, let me in, like that– fuck yes you dirty little girl, squeeze me tighter” 

You never knew you could feel like this. The pain is overwhelming, making tears streak down your face, but the pleasure has you pushing on the wall and humping his cock like a horny fucking mess. 

He laughs, squeezing at your ass while he fucks you greedily. 

And you can tell, now that he’s turning you to face him, grinning and watching you sob, that this man is evil to his core.

He fucks you deep and hard, nearly lifting you off the ground with his brutal thrusts, only for your body to meet the cold, hard wall in front. 

His face inching closer as if to intimidate you more, he sneers, his dark eyes glowering as he seems to feed off your fear. 

But you’re feeding off his pleasure now, squirming as your echoed moans travel down the dark, dingy tunnel. 

He feels you spasm and he bucks his hips harshly, grunting and enjoying the pressure over his erection.

“Hm, knew you were nothing but a slutty little concubine,” he hisses, “made for stealing cum.”

“Well now you’re getting it– fuck, take it you little slut–” he growls and ejaculates so hard into your core it extends your orgasm, leaving you panting, your heart pounding in your chest. 

You’re lost in a trance, oozing full of this wicked man’s seed. You weren’t even hungry, but this excess will only make you stronger so you take every last drop. 

He finally releases you, letting you fall to your knees as your vision starts to blur. 

“I hope you come looking for me again” he hisses his final words in your ear then steps away, your body succumbing to fatigue. 

iiiv ⋆ 

Regaining consciousness and making it out of the tunnels after your feverish experience, you’ve taken to hiding in your little dormitory, only venturing out to stretch your wings now and then.

You’re out for an evening stroll when you notice a particular dark haired sorcerer you haven’t seen before. You were only going to the vending machine to get a soda, but you may be getting a bit distracted.

Using your invisibility, you step to the side of the illuminated machine and watch him approach, shoving some coins in and selecting his desired drink.

He looks pissed off. And tired.

He snatches the can of coffee from the machine and starts striding away. You follow him on impulse, ignoring the nagging voice telling you this is dangerous, don’t you remember what happened last time?

You get to his apartment door, but you at least have the sense not to enter tonight. 

He shrugs off his jacket and approaches the window, where you’re hovering just outside, peeking through the open curtains. Squinting his eyes, he peers into the night and seems to make direct eye contact with you. You panic momentarily, flitting about, until you realise he’s looking through you, at the moon. 

He sighs, rubs his forehead and rests his head in his palms, leaning on the windowsill. 

He looks deep in thought, perhaps worried. But that doesn’t take away from his breathtaking beauty, especially in the starlight.

He tilts his head up, allowing you to see his pretty features, and you watch the way his deep blue eyes stare so longingly, his dark lashes batting with every tired blink. He runs a hand over his neck, ruffling his inky black mess of hair, and to your pleasure he reaches further back, tugging his t-shirt up and pulling it over his head. 

You can see his whole upper body now, illuminated in the pale glow of the moon.

He’s enchanting. 

You watch him for a moment longer, your eyes lingering lower and lower, until he pulls the curtains closed and you hear him step away. 

In your agitated disappointment you try to follow him from the outside, searching for another window. But to your dismay you find his bathroom blinds closed as you hear him turn on the shower, so you withdraw for the night and return to your room. 

During the following days you cannot get his image out of your mind. You desperately chase after him, but he’s just so busy you can barely keep up. 

You watch him work like a dog, up to his nose in assignments and missions, some with other sorcerers, most by himself. He sometimes advises students when he gets time, but he seems too busy to be involved in teaching like some of the others. Whatever his role is, he seems to be working himself to the bone, leaving him exhausted. 

You hear the students calling his first name in the corridors… how rude, you think. 

But you get to hear his name, nonetheless. 

Megumi.

And you commit it to your memory, each syllable seared into your mind never to forget. 

At the end of each day you watch him trudge to his apartment, sometimes with stacks of books and supplies, other times with blood stained uniform, sometimes both. 

Despite his punishing schedule, the man still finds time for himself, allowing you to watch his routines as you start following him closely, daring to enter his cosy home. 

You’ve seen his nighttime habits play through for the whole week, and on Friday it’s the same deal; showering, eating, cleaning, relaxing. He often reads or perches on the small balcony, sometimes playing music to fill the silence of his solitude. Perhaps he likes it like this. He seems quite content.

You watch him flick off the stereo, turn the lights down and head to bed, humming softly to himself. He sets his book on the bedside table and you know your favourite part is coming next. 

Every time you see him you have to bite your lip so tight so you don’t make a noise.

But you can’t take your eyes away when he strips himself. 

He gets into bed and to your surprise, doesn’t pick up his book. 

He props himself up against the headboard and his hand starts running down his defined chest and abs. 

Oh my god, he’s finally masturbating! 

You manage to hold back a delighted squeak and watch him massage himself, the covers pulled over where you need to see him most. 

But he grunts and sighs until there’s an incredible tent in his sheets. 

Wow. Your mouth hangs open. 

He gets hotter, his pent up frustrations building, until he rips the covers down and exposes himself fully. 

“Oh” you accidentally whimper out loud, seeing his erection for the first time.

Luckily he didn’t hear you over his heavy breathing, and your hand was already covering your mouth in anticipation of letting something slip. 

You watch him in his pleasure filled state, his usual frown replaced by bite swollen lips and flushed cheeks. His eyebrows bunch up, his mouth hanging open with a quiet moan. His hips stutter and quiver looking as though he’s about to release, but his hand only slows.

Oh fuck. 

You have to start touching yourself to the sight of him. It’s very rare that you do this, the pleasure does not satiate you, but tonight you can’t resist. You want to feel connected to him. 

Your fingers snake down into your soaked panties and you start tracing your clit while he edges himself.

You catch up with him quickly, bringing yourself up to the precipice of a hard orgasm only for him to stop again. You let a little whimper slip and your body freezes, in tandem with his. 

Then you go again, watching him look down as if to question what he’s doing to himself. You follow his pace carefully, tapping yourself in sync with his pumping.

This time his abs start clenching up and you watch the way his waist dips in so beautifully. You can tell he’s going to do it this time, now his jerking and thrusting is getting harder and faster. 

Out of all his sexual pleasure and beauty, the sight that brings you down is him spitting on his cock. 

Your body trembles and clenches around absolutely nothing, watching him get dripping wet, thighs shaking, and he finally releases his hot load over his abs. 

You watch him deliver a few final tugs until he reaches for some tissues. 

In your countless experiences of edging men, you’ve never seen one do it to himself and enjoy it so much. Although he’s just finished, you can’t wait to see him like that again. Hopefully next time you’ll be the one giving him such feverish pleasure. 

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That night has only added fuel to the raging fires of your hunger and desire for this man. 

Desperate to get your fix of him, you get to work entering his dreams and finding your way into his fantasies. 

To your disadvantage, despite his exhaustion after each long day, he’s tough and ever so resilient, making it difficult to break down the fortified walls of his mind. 

It takes you multiple attempts for him to finally let you in, but when he gives in to your temptations, you get him whimpering in seconds and cumming in minutes. It’s a rushed meal, but you’re starving and the way he’s moaning is giving you exactly what you need. It’s like pure ecstasy, his body taking you higher than any man you’ve tasted before. 

And you get addicted. 

You visit him over and over. 

He trudges home. You follow. 

He takes care of himself. You watch. 

He gets into bed. You enter his dreams. 

Again and again, you appear before him and take your fill. 

During your visits he’s usually out cold, in a deep, restless sleep, but as the weeks pass you notice his eyes starting to flicker open, still seeming too tired to acknowledge you properly. 

But he sees you. And you stare into those dark blue irises that hide secrets in their depths. 

From Megumi’s perspective, he realises he’s been feeling very sexually satisfied recently. He feels hornier and he’s getting turned on so easily. 

One day he’s settling down on the sofa after cleaning his apartment and your image enters his mind. He gets so turned on from the thought of you and slowly starts to realise what you’ve been doing to him. 

He ponders it for a moment then looks down to find himself growing hard. 

You watch this predicament unfold from outside. You know exactly what’s happening. The look of confusion and anger that initially crosses his features, slowly clouded by a look of desire. 

You hover for a moment longer and notice how he’s rubbing himself through his trousers. That isn’t going to work, you think. 

After your countless evenings in his bed, you finally work up the courage to present yourself to him tonight. 

So you gently tap at the window, peeking through and revealing yourself. 

To your relief, he isn’t startled, but approaches the window with a curious expression. 

“It’s you…” 

You hear him through the panes of glass. 

You nod with a shy smile, watching him slide the catch and pull the window open. 

“Come in”

You shift around awkwardly then flutter in, and he watches you land on the carpeted floor of his living room. 

And before you utter a word to each other, you’re drawn closer and he pulls you in. 

The way he treats you makes your ego swell. He’s giving you the softest kisses and placing such respectful, thoughtful touches over your body. 

“You’ve been in my head,” he breathes out between your passionate movements, “in my dreams?” He sounds confused, disbelieving, perhaps. 

You nod, gripping his hands as he continues sliding his tongue over yours, clearly not dissuaded by your immoral actions. 

“I, I needed to…” you whisper into the small gap between your lips. 

“You needed…” he looks down, “this?” 

His hand works over the bulge in his pants and you nod hesitantly, your lip between your teeth. 

He looks up at you again and finally smiles. Your stomach flips, your eyes flying wide as if you can take in any more of his beauty. 

It’s a little cocky, more of a smirk, but his eyes light up regardless, seeing the way you’re looking up at him so innocently. 

“Hey, don’t act all coy…” his smile grows, teasing you now, “how many times have you sucked me off already?” 

How he’s acting, how he’s speaking to you, how he looks– how have you found a man so perfect? 

He’s got you all muddled up, your eyes blinking at him slowly, his question entering your ears and flooding to your cheeks. 

“I– I… don’t know” 

“No, neither do I,” his little smile is making you dizzy now, “but I’d like you to do it again, if that’s ok?” 

You’re amazed. You can’t believe he’s offering himself to you– a winged, pointy eared, sharp toothed demon– so freely. 

“A-are, are you sure?”

You look down over your body, suddenly doubting yourself. 

But you get butterflies through your chest when he tilts your chin up again, your face resting in his cool, firm hand. 

“It’s more like, I need you.” He pauses, looking down, “My body… reacts to you.” He looks up again, his thumb tracing your chin. 

All of your hesitation is dispelled when you hear his next words. 

“I want you.”

With that, you drop to your knees and let him get inside you as quickly as possible. 

He yanks down his pants and frees his hard cock, slipping himself between your eagerly waiting lips. 

“Ohhh, fuck,” he slides in and he gives you more than you can take, fucking your throat and getting you drooling and messy. 

But he’s in a state himself, bucking his hips while trying desperately to ease his hard grip on your hair. You only encourage him, moaning and taking him deeper every time he pulls. 

“You like that?”

“Mm, mmmm” you hum over him, loving every second of him fulfilling his instincts, his deepest pleasure filled urges becoming reality. 

“Fuck– good, I like a girl who can take it a bit rough–” he mutters between his now laboured breaths.

“Wanted to fuck your pretty mouth like this… before–” his eyes squeeze closed, his head falling back, allowing you to feast your gaze on his neck and jaw. 

The way he compliments you with such dirty words gets you gushing. You swear you could absorb pleasure from his voice alone. 

A thought suddenly dawns on him while his abs are clenching up, the familiar feeling of his impending release flooding through his body. 

“I-I don’t even know– your name?” he huffs, questioning you, but you don’t stop. You can’t stop now. However much he seems to love edging, you can’t do it tonight. You need him. 

So you suck and feel him shake and deliver the hot mess you’ve been craving, taking every drop, its potency ten fold now you’re taking his conscious, consenting pleasure. 

You drink in his every shaky vocalisation, watching him come down as you clean him off, pulling away and admiring him from below. 

After licking your lips and enjoying your meal, you peer up at him and finally answer his question. 

“y/n. I’m a succubus. Nice to meet you.”

From there, you entered a rather curious relationship with the dark haired sorcerer, striking up a deal so you can get a reliable fill. 

He agrees, under the condition that you’ll let him have sex with you and won’t go to any other man. 

His eyes look so stern when he tells you, “I want you for myself.” 

You nod in agreement, his every gesture thus far telling you that he’s not going to hurt you, and that for once, you’ve found a man who needs you as much as you need him. 

don't ask why toru n megumi's parts are so longg no comment on the cheesy ending see you in hell!