He thought he'd found himself an easy lay. He didn't know she was actually a succubus's favorite pet...
Free Demon BDSM Story Sample Below
Jake thought he had the perfect game. Promise to tutor Renee—the cutest girl in class—to help with her struggling grades, and then instead offer to use his position as a TA to ensure she gets a passing grade in exchange for a night of hot, steamy action.
And, of course, if she tries to decline…
But little does Jake know, Renee isn't just a student, she's the favorite pet of a succubus, a being of bottomless lust and a burning need for corruption. And when Renee lures Jake into here mistress's lair—a trendy bookstore known as the Ivory Pages—he's going to learn a thing or two about games when the demon decides to find out just how much of a stud he is!
Study Date
1
It took mere minutes for his mind to start wandering. It couldn't be helped, he thought. He could only handle so much stupid. Glancing over at the other TA taking up their cramped little office, he saw the guy was already mostly through his stack. Jake had the distinct feeling the twerp had slipped him all the dumb ones.
"Yo Peter," Jake said, leaning back in his chair till it hit the wall. "What's your plans for the weekend?"
"Working on my dissertation," he said, without looking up.
Jake rolled his eyes. He hadn't started his yet. Not that he was worried or anything. There was an entire month left to work on it.
"You really should get out there, man," he said, putting his well-muscled arms behind his head. "There are a ton of frat parties going on. There'll be chicks all over the place. Easy ones." He looked the slender nerd up and down. "I'm sure you could get, like, a four or a five out of ten, easy."
Peter's squiggling pen halted its movements. He glanced over at Jake, his eyes slightly enlarged through his thick glasses. "Aren't those parties full of freshmen and sophomores?"
"Yeah, man. It's great."
Peter stared at him. "Aren't you almost thirty?"
Jake frowned. "Yeah. What's your point?"
With a sigh, Peter returned his attention to his grading without bothering to reply.
"Twerp," Jake said under his breath, reluctantly doing the same.
Several agonizing minutes of grading later, there came a knock at the door. Jake groaned at having his tenuous focus shattered.
"Come on in," Peter called, ignoring Jake's frustration.
"Jesus, people," Jake said. "Can't you read the sign? Office hours start in twenty—"
His voice caught in his throat when he saw which student had intruded into their hallowed grading time.
It was Renee Shelby. She stood just in the door, an eager smile on her cute, heart-shaped face. She stood with her brown pulled back in a ponytail; a bright blue t-shirt and jeans clinging tightly to her curvaceous body. Jake could easily see the firm swell of her breasts straining against her shirt, and a gentle curve to her hips sliding out from her waist.
He knew the girl fairly well, at least insofar as she had been parading around naked in his fantasies since the beginning of the semester. She was easily the cutest student in all the classes he was a TA for, while also being his favorite type of girl: young, innocent, and dumb.
Or, seemingly dumb, anyway, based on the way her grades had dipped mid-semester.
"I know I'm a little early," she said, flashing her pearly whites. "But I think I could use some extra help, you know?"
I'll give you some extra help, he thought, staring at the girl's smooth stomach. He was suddenly aware of his hardening erection pressing against the fabric of his jeans. In fact, I think I'll give you—
"It's not a problem," Peter said in that annoying polite tone he used with the students. "I'm sure we can fit you in. I've just finished my workload, so I have some free time right now—"
Jake hopped up, realizing his musing had almost cost him his chance. "Actually, I got this one, Pete. You have some shit you need to finish up, don't you? Why don't you do that? I think I know just what Ms. Shelby needs to bone up on."
Peter gave Jake another of his annoying, judgmental stares. Finally, with a sigh, he adjusted his glasses, gathered his things, and left the room. Renee gave him a cheerful little wave as he left.
Jake knew he had to think fast if he was going to exploit this rare opportunity given him. He put on his most charming smile and motioned to the table in front of him. "Come on over, Renee. Have a seat."
She walked over to the table, and Jake could feel himself salivating; his cock was so hard it was painful. He'd had fantasies that had started just like this.
"So," he said, trying to sound professional and nonchalant. "I take it you've been struggling with this stuff?"
She nodded eagerly, biting her lower lip. "I've been struggling, yeah. It was easier in the beginning, you know? But I had some, uh, life events that kinda threw off my focus."
He arched a brow. "Life events?"
"Yeah," she said, but didn't elaborate. "It'll get better, I think! But right now, I really need a passing grade this semester, you know? I was hoping to get some help with that..."
Jake crossed his arms, doing his best to show off his defined pectorals. "Well, I can definitely help you with that," he said. "But I'm going to need you to help me out too—you know, show me what you've been doing wrong."
Her cheeks flushed. "I think it's, like, most of it."
Jake nodded, pursing his lips. This might be just what needed. "Yeah, I've graded your homework. You got a point."
He leaned forward against the desk. "Maybe what you need is an alternate solution."
She blinked with a delightfully vacant look in her eyes. "Alternate solution?"
"Sure," he said with a smile. "There are plenty of ways to get through classes, you know. Studying is one way. But there are others—some more fun than others."
"Fun ways?" she said, her tone earnest.
Jake chuckled. "Yep. You know Professor Donaldson. The guy gives two fucks about these 100 level classes. We literally handle everything. The assignments. The testing."
He grinned. "The grades."
She stared at him for a long time, that look in her eyes that he had first taken for general bimbo vacancy. But the longer he looked, however, the less sure he was. There was something strange in those eyes. Something he didn't quite understand.
Not that he needed to. He didn't want to fuck her eyes.
Even so, her steady quiet was unnerved him. In his years as a TA, Jake had honed this thing down to a science, and knew the gamut of reactions he got from the students when he suggested his little deal. The more timid and unsure the girl was, the more likely she was to agree to his offer.
That's what he had expected from Renee. He wasn't expecting her to turn and look him in the eye and say, "Oh, I get it now. You want me to fuck you so I can pass."
Jake felt taken aback. He'd never had a girl that upfront with things. It made him feel uncertain, which was never a thing he liked to be. He cleared his throat, deciding to move things on up to Plan B just to be safe.
With a small, forced chuckle, he said, "Well, you know how it is, Renee. There's a lot of pressure on the TAs too, you know? Having to grade the finals for every student. Having to decide who passes.... and who fails..."
Another strange pause. She seemed to stare at the wall, blinking only occasionally. He wondered if her grades had fallen because she took a blow to the head. "Ooooh," she said, as if realizing something profound. "It's not 'fuck you and I pass,' it's 'fuck you or I fail.'"
"Now, now," he said, quickly. "I never said that. I'm just offering you a way to get through the class. A way that's certain. Versus other ways that are, you know... more risky."
Jake tried to puzzle out her expression as another pause stretched on. The way her head tilted and her expression shifted, it almost looked like she was having a conversation with someone.
Except, you know, without talking.
It wouldn't have surprised Jake to learn she was one of those people who had to talk her thoughts out to herself, like to some imaginary friend or something.
Finally, her eyes snapped back to his, and she smiled. "OK. That sounds fine."
Jake cocked his head slightly. It rarely went down that easily. It made him suspicious. "Yeah? Really?"
Her smile widened. "Sure. Can I ask for one thing?"
"One thing, huh?" Jake pursed his lips, wary of some trick. "What's that?"
She reached out and touched his arm; her touch was so soft and light it took him by surprise. "Can you actually go over the material with me? I do actually want to know how to do it right, you know?"
Jake blinked, vaguely wondering if he could somehow leverage Peter into doing this part. He hated tutoring students.
But he also knew better than to push his luck. "Fine. Yeah. We can go over the stuff, I suppose."
He reached back behind him towards the bookshelf, feeling around for the dusty, out-of-date textbook used by the professor. But Renee shook her head. "Not here. Somewhere less..." She glanced around. "Less boring."
He frowned, and he could have sworn there was a twinkle in the brown-haired girl's eye. "Have you ever heard of the Ivory Pages?"
***
That night, Jake was practically dancing around his apartment, unable to believe his fortune. In less than twenty-four-hours he was going to be plowing the cutest chick he'd ever met—a girl with a perfect body, whose face was so cute and innocent it was like a fucking angel. The kind of girl that should be wearing a halo.
And yet was, somehow, A-OK with boning him for a passing grade. How could he be this lucky?
Of course, he knew the answer to that: because he was a hot stud who knew how to play the game like a fucking boss, that's how.
It was only with the greatest of restraint that he kept from jerking it that night in bed. The urge was strong, but he wanted to make sure he had all the juice he needed to fuck that pretty, leggy brunette bitch into submission.
All he had to do was have some bullshit study date with her first. That was easy enough. He could pretend to care about tutoring her for a couple of hours. Who knows, maybe she'd actually absorb something into that vacant brain of hers.
As he recalled the strange look in her eyes, though, he seriously doubted it. He chuckled lightly at the thought as he drifted off.
And proceeded to have the strangest dream of his life.
He was in his TA office, grading papers like any normal, boring day. But something was off. The light was all wrong. There were plenty around his desk, but everything else was full of black, inky shadows. Shadows that seemed to move.
"You seeing this, Peter?" he said, looking over at the other desk. Except Peter wasn't there. Sitting in his place was what Jake could only describe as an anthropomorphic mass of roiling shadow. She was leaning back—and it was a she, with those curves—with her legs up on the desk. Aside from the shifting, inky blackness, there was the glowing blue of her eyes and a strange, curving pink and red heart design pulsing between her thighs like some kind of naughty kink tattoo.
Jake knew he should be afraid. This was some downright nightmare shit, to be clear, but for some reason, he couldn't build up the energy to be scared. It was like someone was tamping down on his emotions.
"My, my," the shadow being said in a voice like molten silk. "Someone has a high opinion of themselves."
"Well, sure," he said. "I'm a fuckin' boss."
"A boss who extorts sex for grades."
Jake shrugged. "It's not extortion. They get something. I get something. It's just a fair trade."
The chair legs clacked as the form stood up, stepping forward until she was standing over him. The shadow woman's hips swayed with each step, that strange mark of pulsing and shimmering against her inky form. "A fair trade," she said, her voice lilting with amusement. "That's cute. I like cute boys, Jake."
"T-that's good," Jake said, feeling suddenly nervous. He couldn't take his eyes off her firm, perky breasts that hung like inky teardrops in the light. It was entrancing; the flowing shadows hypnotic.
He felt something caress his leg. He looked down to see a smooth, slender tail of ephemeral dark running over him. It was only then he realized he was naked.
"Whoa," he said, muted surprise filling him.
The being's hand touched his chest, smoky tendrils of black running like rivulets out from her touch. "Relax, Jake. I just want to... know you. I can feel your cute little mind. Feel your dirty, selfish little thoughts."
"Wh-what are you?" he said, feeling a chill run through him. He was finally afraid—but strangely, it wasn't the fear of dying. No, it was something far worse than that. Something he didn't understand. Something that made his cock rise like a flagpole as he sat there naked in his chair.
The black tendrils continued to flow from the creature's hands, flowing up and down his body, wrapping around his chest. He felt his breath grow ragged; he couldn't even scream as she tightened her grip. "I'm just someone who looks after my pets," she said, her voice low and seductive.
The form leaned in close, and he felt a warm, velvet tongue run along his face, sending strange tingles along his flesh. "And I'll be honest, Jake. I think you're harmless."
He shivered as the tingling sensation seemed to sink into his brain. His cock had never been so hard in his life as he felt the warm, silky bands of black slide around his shaft like a satin scarf.
He tried to move, but he was bound up like a fly in a spider's web. The shadowy face moved to encompass his vision, those glowing blue eyes piercing into him. A tongue, long and dark and dripping shadows, slid into his mouth, coating it with tingling saliva.
Her voice purred in his mind while she kissed him. Harmless. And delicious...
Jake shot up in his bed with a startled cry, his cock aching with the intensity of his erection. He rolled out of bed, falling to the floor as he reached for the lamp, desperate to turn on the light.
But when he did, there was nothing there. Just empty darkness. No sign of the strange creature; no sign of anything. He lay there for a moment, realizing it had all been a dream. The most fucked up horror wet dream of his life.
He rolled over onto his back, staring up at the ceiling, trying to calm his breathing.
Was that his subconscious trying to tell him something? Trying to make him feel guilty? Was he—was he really that bad?
His alarm rang, jarring him from his thoughts; he scrambled to reach for it, the buzzing sound grating his ears in his agitated state. He slapped the button to silence it, then climbed back onto his bed, slowly catching his breath.
He could already feel the dream fading from his mind. Still, the sensation of those warm, silky shadows sliding along his cock hung with him, even as the events slid away. The same with the feeling inside his mouth, from her long tongue swirled inside it. His lips, his tongue, even the roof of his mouth felt strangely, unnaturally sensitive.
He shuddered and closed his eyes, mentally urging the thoughts to keep fading. He had more important things to focus on that day. More important goals. Goals that he knew would chase any nightmare from his mind, lickety split.
Namely, getting through this faux study session with Renee, then getting her out of her clothes as soon as fucking possible.
He chuckled, a wide grin spreading across his face. It was a horny dream. That's all it was. His body just a bit too excited for the naughty time in store for it later that day.
That was all.
***
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