The Heiress of Hell [LazyKitsune]

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

"Ah, ah, ah. You are that kind of girl, don't you see? It's in your blood, it's in your soul. You descend from an incubus so incredibly powerful, so potent, that even your human mother isn't liable to have diluted His Majesty's essence all that much. You can deny it, and fight against it, but now that you've come of age and your powers are starting to show up? It's a foregone conclusion."

He practically beams up at you, looking like a proud parent himself.

"You're going to be one seriously fucked-up slut, Your Highness. And I am here to ensure that it comes to pass seamlessly.

Given the chill in the air and the sounds of students shuffling through the halls just beyond the library's door, you're just desperate enough to start begging. Luckily, it doesn't come to that. Your admission that he is correct—and that you accept his mentorship—seems to be enough to earn what little mercy a demonic entity like him is capable of. Although, you get the distinct impression he's a little exasperated with your insistence on redress. And maybe a little disappointed, too; you're pretty sure he didn't have that big of a lump in his loincloth before stripping you down.

"Fine. But you're going to need to get over this whole fear of being naked thing, y'know? You have sisters in the down under who dress in nothing but ribbons of silk and gold chains on their most modest days. You're going to look really out of place if you show up in a full-length sweater."

Another snap of his fingers sees your panties suddenly rush back up your legs with that same intangible force, getting maybe just a little too snug around your pussy to be comfortable. Your skirt follows quickly behind, and as if thrown back across the room, your buttons begin to suddenly knit themselves back into the hem of your blouse as it rushes together to try and contain your tits as best it can. It still doesn't button all the way up, though. Apparently, cleavage is non-negotiable.

"We're going to have to work on a lot if we're going to get you into shape to see His Majesty at the end of the year, but that's fine. First step; we need to get you some dick. Or maybe some pussy? Which do you prefer? Or do you like both equally? That'd make my job so much easier." He flaps those leathery wings of his again, floating up enough so he can take a seat on one of the shelves closer to eye level, with the unintended side effect of you being all too aware of the phallic bulge in his tattered loincloth, radiating a heat and stench that seems almost inhuman... and to your great shame, rather mesmerizing, in a deep, almost animalistic sort of way, "There are a few ladies around this school who'd let you nest on their faces like a particularly slutty pigeon, if you offered. Can practically smell the sapphic on them."

[Lazy Kitsune]

This wasn't exactly what I wanted to hear. Or the direction I wanted this conversation to go. But he seemed so happy about it all that I didn't feel comfortable interrupting him to explain I wanted to know more expressly so I could avoid being more like that. Fortunately allowing him this moment to himself at least grants me the relief of having my clothes returned to me. Even rebuttoned... some of the way. Did he put it back in a way that showed off even more cleavage than before? Oh... I feel like this is going to be a recurring theme. Still, best to take what I can get at this point.

"Thankyou, Mr. Zabu." I say, bowing forward, my tits bouncing with the motion and then swaying about, giving a clear and direct tunnel view down my top - as if that were at all needed given my state of complete nudity just moments prior. I stand up straight once again, trying not to focus too much on the less savoury details about what he discussed. Was I really expected to dress like that? Wasn't he just praising me for my modesty a few moments ago. Can we go back to that please? I'd rather not dress with so... little. People staired enough as is. I don't need to deal with... well... whatever was going on between Zabu's legs whenever I spoke to or walked past anyone else.

He hadn't exactly been shy about how he feels about my body. And seeing his appreciation for me physically shown in such a way was... unusual. Before today, no one really paid me much attention, let alone in such a sexual way. But now I had been drawing eyes all the way to the library... and not only did the unimaginable happen... a demon appearing before me... an otherworldly being not only existing, but taking physical interest in my body. Was it inappropriate for him to behave this way if he was sent by my farther? Maybe not for demons.

Which... that still hadn't sunk in. Was my father really a demon king? That still didn't seem right. I mean... I'm so... not like any of what you'd expect for someone like that. But this imp certainly seemed to think so and quite frankly maybe I was only safe right now because he was convinced he was right. And I wasn't exactly all too convinced he was wrong anymore so I didn't really feel like arguing against that any longer at this point. At least not for now.

These wondering thoughts are launched out of my head as he begins explaining what our next steps are. My mouth hangs open for a few moments as I struggle to say anything, mind racing through his words, each one somehow more startling than the last, as I desperately tried to pull something from my brain to say to them. "I... don't mind either way..." I say, which wasn't at all the kind of thing I needed to say right now! And... wow... also something I didn't know about myself before this moment but... yeah... I guess I do like both boys and girls equally... but that's just because I'd be just as out of my depth dating either one!

I need to say something else. I need something that... hmm... something... that... smells good. My nose twitches as I let out a soft moan, licking my lips without thinking as my head tilts up towards the Imp's crotch. 'Good' may not be the right term at all. It was strong, possibly even putrid... yet somehow filled with a heat that enveloped me. Drew me in. Excited me. My eyes struggle to focus as my head lists ever so lightly from side to side as I take a sleepy step closer to Mr Zabu. Why do I suddenly feel... hungry? My mouth waters enough for drool to trickle gently over my quivering lip... a wetness that is mirrored by my lower lips at the same time. I do little other than nod along to the rest of his words as I struggle to shake this primal entrancement that overtakes me. That is until my brain actually catches up with what his words meant and shakes me out of my stupor.

"What?" I blurt out, taking a step back. My cheeks flush and I quickly wipe the drool from my chin, now focusing on keeping my eyes anywhere but at the creature's crotch. "I... I can't do that! That's... too much! Can't we start with something... simpler. I... I've not even kissed anyone before. Is there anything we can do that's a bit more..." I twiddle my fingers together as I struggle to think of what to say, my face growing redder by the moment. "Safe..."

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

"Safe? You're a Princess of Hell! You're the very antithesis of safe. You're the kind of girl that mothers hide their sons from! Or, fathers their daughters. Or any combination therein."

You're pretty sure most mothers and fathers would be happy to have you around their children, given your reputation. How happy those same children would be about your company, another story, of course, but at least their parents would approve of you! Of course, that's the current you, and not the you that Zabu seems to intend for you to become.

"It probably wouldn't have made much of a difference if you'd kissed a hundred people before this week, honestly, but now that you're starting to awaken, you're going to need to start feeding like all the other bad girls do; you need to absorb lust."

He makes a grandiose, sweeping gesture, which is all the worse for you, given that when he does his little maneuver, it causes his loincloth to flap, releasing another waft of that... deep... rich... tasty... wonderful smell. It's bizarre, trying to register that he simultaneously wreaks and makes your mouth water, but most of your mental acuity is dedicated to pressing through that hazy, warm feeling to focus on what he's saying.

"Titillating mortals would work, technically, but only to give you a trickle here or there. A tasteful flash of some panty, maybe a good glimpse down your shirt. Enough to give the lucky perv a woody, and maybe some sticky dreams later that night, but you'd need to do that to hundreds of people, every day, to try and gather a reasonable amount. Easier to get involved straight away—suck some cock, tongue a box, get railed behind the equipment shed, that sort of thing. Take enough direct shots and you'll look like a proper demoness by sundown."

The very thought would probably freeze you like a deer in headlights, under normal circumstances. But in the moment, with that smell hanging over your head like a cloud, and your mouth dribbling drool... well... maybe it wouldn't be so bad to get just a little taste...

Noticing, perhaps for the first time, the way you fight with yourself not to look between his legs, the imp's icy eyes drift down to see what the fuss is about. Realizing, he shoots you an almost bashful look in return.

"Sorry about this. Respectful chub and all that. Can't be helped. Although... this might be a good teaching moment. You've probably never handled anything more phallic than a pencil, with how nervous you get at the mention of a little fuckin'. As it so happens, I've got a lot more packed away under here than a pencil. So, if Her Highness were so inclined, I could give you a little peak and maybe some... hands-on experience."

His thin, bestial grin goes from embarrassed to predatory in the blink of an eye as he considers the notion, and he hooks a clawed finger into the string bound around his waist as if to tempt you with the idea.

"Consider it an... anatomy lesson, yeah? Nothing too serious. Just getting familiar with all the parts and how they work. An introduction."

[Lazy Kitsune]

I open my mouth to protest to his initial statements. I can't be the danger. I don't want to do anything bad to anyone. Though nothing comes out but a wordless murmur as another waft of his demonic musk blasts me in my face. My eyes lose focus again for a second as I feel that same hunger take over. Could... could he be... right? I... certainly felt like I was reacting quite strongly to... his... hmm~ his cock. Why does just thinking about it make me so dizzy. I tried to imagine what it must feel like to take it into my mouth. Would that make the hunger stop? Its not like I could eat it... would it be like a popsicle... only... warm? I didn't know what to expect, but it was getting harder and harder to not think about it.

I push past the haze, or as much as I can, though I couldn't seem to stop myself from breathing heavier or keep my body from heating up more and more all over. Two points poke out from my blouse as my nipples harden and with how tightly my panties were clinging to me down below already the wetness likely made it so you could see the colour of my pussy lips if you were to catch a peek - something made all the easier to accomplish by my current skirt length.

Still, everything he described seemed so... shameful. I couldn't possibly do any of those things. Especially not so soon. I'd need to get to know someone first. Go one some dates. We don't have to get married... but an engagement date would be nice. Besides, I don't really want to look like a demoness. I just want to be able to keep weird things from happening to me all the time. Maybe I can accomplish that with... less.

Although its hard to stick to my principles when my mouth was watering enough that a trail of drool had made its way down from my lower lips to now lightly drizzle saliva across my right breast. When it seems he's noticed where my attention keeps getting drawn to I try to fix myself up, wiping my mouth clear once again and trying to dab at the wet spot on my upper boob. With his offer made, I find myself surprised that I don't immediately reject it or yell out in startled panic. Instead I... consider it.

"Hnng..." I murmur, furrowing my brow. "I... Okay. Just a peak. Show me... But that's all, Mr. Zabu. We're not going further than that, okay?" I wish I sounded more certain, and much to my surprise I did for a bit in the middle of what I said, but right at the end that 'okay' couldn't come across any more strongly like a question - as if I were leaving it entirely up to him to decide how and when we stopped.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

It's honestly pretty impressive how expressive Zabu manages to be despite having such an ugly mug. Or, it would be impressive, were your head not so clouded as to make everything not lurking beneath his tattered loincloth somewhat dull. His eyebrows, if he had them, would be high on his face with surprise at your sudden willingness to engage with his 'lessons'. Obviously, he's surprised, and at least a little excited in his own right, based on the way his wings flutter.

"Wow. I kinda figured I'd have to needle you about it if I'm entirely honest. Maybe you aren't such a prude after all! Here goes nothing."

His grin is no less prominent as his finger begins to tug away at the thin strip of leathery hide that keeps his loincloth bound. Every time he does, you watch the bulge prominently rising from it bounce more and more freely within its confines, the odor that so bewitched you growing more prominent every time he loosened things a little. It takes several tugs before it begins to unravel properly, but once it starts, it only takes a moment for the binding to come undone and for it to suddenly break free, dangling from his finger freely and revealing what's within. Not that you can even conceive of caring about what happens to the garment.

The moment it passed from between his legs, the prize it had so diligently contained enters your line of sight. Or, more accurately, flops into your line of sight. You had seen anatomical models of what a man's more... intimate parts... were supposed to look like in biology class. What confronts you here is nothing like those diagrams. Putting aside the fact the length before you is an angry shade of red, it's also lined from root to head with fleshy nodules that make it look just as thorny as the rest of him. The head, protruding from its leathery foreskin, is heavy and bulbous, almost flared more like an animal's than a human's, and the gaping slit in its center oozes a thick strand of milky white liquid that looks more like glue than what you imagine it's supposed to be. It's unlike any penis you've ever seen.

And it's also much... much... much bigger. You had been impressed to see how much a penis could grow, back in class, when a boy got aroused. It went from a little dangling thing to being as big as your hand, from wrist to fingertip! This one... it wasn't fully erect yet, though it was hard to tell how erect it could get, heavy as it looked and straining to stand upright even as you gawked at it. Forget measuring from wrist to finger, though. It's at least as big as your forearm, from elbow to wrist, and just about as thick as well. The heavy sack just beneath it is no less oversized for this little imp, a pair of big baseballs floating around in a veiny, leathery sack of skin that practically swims in its muskiness. You can't imagine how that was supposed to fit inside somebody. Fit inside you. You couldn't... couldn't begin to...

Except you could. It's just about the only thing you can imagine, staring at that huge, throbbing piece of meat. Smelling it. The musky stink that wafted from within his garments is now almost smothering, filling your nose your mouth and your lungs with an animal stench that throws your chaotic thoughts into an abyss of lust. It's so fucking big, and hard, and juicy, and you just want to touch it and grab it and lick it and milk it and ride it and...

[Lazy Kitsune]

The regret that hits me in the moments after I make my request would have normally been enough to send me dashing out of that room as fast I possibly could go. A deep pit that churned in my stomach mirroring a ball of anxiousness that found itself caught in my throat. However for as much as my body reflexively wanted to throw itself out of there, there was a new, unexpected urge that kept me rooted in place. A need. Whatever was not so subtly hiding within the imp's loincloth was something I needed. I swallowed nervously, torn in equal measure away from Zabu's crotch and towards it. My head began tilting away, as if to try and free myself from whatever trance I was being pulled into just from the notion of a cock being nearby, all the while my eyes kept themselves affixed. The resulting tug of war might have appeared comedic, my flushed face sweating as I let out a steady, murmured "Eee", like a kettle's whistle moments before blowing fully.

This sensation got worse and worse as the Imp progressed in unravelling his loin cloth. Each fold and tug of the fabric made me feel like my body might snap in half from these conflicting drives. However once the last of the fabric fell away, so to did my urge to run. Zabu's big, hefty and inhuman cock fell out before my awaiting gaze and with it came an extra strong helping of his demonic musk. I breathed it in with a happy sigh without even realising as I inched closer to get a detailed look at his cock.

Perhaps a part of me felt surprised that seeing the dick didn't hurt me, as I only realised I had been wincing in anticipation once my face began to relax now that I saw it swaying and bobbing in motion. How this was supposed to fit inside me was incomprehensible. It didn't even look like it could fit inside that loincloth he was hiding it with. How it twitched with so much... anger. Maybe I just felt that way because it was so red and thorny and... big... and pulsing... and thick... and hot... and smelled so... powerful. And that wet gooey glue that seemed to amass at the tip... the sight of it made my tongue roll across my lips slowly and clearly. And those heavy balls... just being near them made my head feel fuzzy and me knees want to drop.

No! What am I doing? This is some kind of demon trickery. I shake my head enough to wiggle my cheeks before stepping back. "Okay, that's enough." I say, covering my face with one hand and turning away while my other arm stretches out to try and obscure even the chance of glimpsing Zabu's crotch with my open palm. "I definitely can't do anything with that! It's way too big... and scary looking." I say. Which was true... to some extent... but I couldn't help but feel like I was lying with how strongly... and how positively... my body had reacted to the sight of that thing. I really must be a Succubus to have thoughts and feelings like these.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Zabu looks practically ascendant as you leer at his cock, heavy and throbbing as it is. You suspect most men would probably feel some pride at being so... appreciated... by a woman, but for him it seems a deeper level of victory than just the stroking of his pride—on some level, he must realize that your latent instincts are surfacing as you lose yourself in his musk and the sight of his powerful maleness. That it's him who is drawing those instincts to the surface is just a cherry on the sundae.

Of course, his sundae is melted somewhat by your sudden breaking away, blocking out at the very least the sight of his shaft. The smell is a little harder to escape, but at least getting some distance helps to free you of the worst of its influence, if not entirely clear the stench from your nostrils. Zabu gives a little laugh at your reluctance.

"Ha! You know how to make an imp feel special, don't you? I'm pretty big, I'll give you that much, but compared to some of the demons in His Majesty's kingdom, I ain't the biggest cock on the block," He flaps his wings just enough to flutter over to the bookshelf nearest to you, his hefty member dangling beneath him all the while, the precum at its head threatening to land on you as he tries to establish some level of eye-contact, "The succubi manage to take them all the same. Bodies just stretch out to take 'em in like an honest-to-wickedness cock sleeve. Some of 'em even prefer it. Not really a surprise that succubi would be size-queens, I suppose, but thems the breaks."

He seems to consider this for a moment, before suddenly waving his hand.

"Don't worry about the inverse, though. Your body will adapt to however big your beau is, as tight or as loose as needs be. Just in case you were worried about me ruinin' you for these mortal boys. I mean, I still might, just, not because of my size."

He shoots you another impish grin, wiggling his hips so as to try and entice you to look back at what you knew to be dangling down between them.

"So, why don't you go ahead and give it a stroke? It won't bite, I promise. You'll need to get used to handling these eventually, and I can give you a few pointers so you don't totally fumble the moment you get your hand down some jock's pants. Or some dweeb, I guess. You definitely seem like the type who'd attract the shy guys first. Less threatening than blondie from earlier, y'know. Real wolf in sheep's clothing situation."

[Lazy Kitsune]

I wish I could have put up a bit more of a brave face than trying to cover my eyes and letting out a startled "Eep" as he fluttered closer to me while I desperately worked to keep that monstrous cock out of my face. I was having substantially less luck keeping it out of my thoughts. Just the sight of it had engraved its shape into my brain and now I don't think I was going to forget that anytime soon even if he stopped waving it around near my face. I could feel my body reacting to knowing it was nearby. A part of me... a very specific part of me... really wanted to know what it would feel like.

This sensation wasn't helped when he casually mentioned that plenty of demons were even bigger than he was. And how other succubi reacted to that. A cock sleeve. That was so... crude. To be grouped in with people like that... it was enough to make me feel faint. I almost earned yet another bump to the head from passing out, but it seems the sheer number of shocks to my social world view that I've experienced in the past... two minutes... had jolted my system enough to keep me from fainting.

My hands move to go from my eyes to my ears as he begins discuss about how my body will apparently adjust to any size. Like I really was just some kind of fancy living sex toy. How could my body be so lewd? I squirm a bit with a feeling of betrayal from my own vagina. All these fuzzy feelings I'm having right now are your fault.

Then he pushes it further and I look up in shock strong enough to not make me immediately try and cover up the sigh of his cock. Something which upon reflection might have been a bit of a risky move given how widely I held my mouth agape - he could have seen it as an invitation given the way the conversation was going.

"Mr. Zabu!" I scowl, admonishing him as if I somehow expected better of him than such crudeness. "I said I was just taking a peak. I've seen it now. You can put your dick away. Besides, classes are going to be starting soon. I really can't get carried away with something like this. It might make me late, and then I might have to stay behind after class, which could make me late for meeting with Hina-san... No, this is all too much."

I pick the book I dropped earlier up from the floor and slide it back into its rightful spot on the bookshelf, all while trying to ignore the Imp sitting with his cock on display just inches from my face. "My dad sent you, right? And he's your... boss? So, you should be listening to me, right? I'm going to need you to teach me as much about my... uhh... about being a succubus... without all this sex stuff, okay?"