This is like a horror movie, what the fuck is happening?

I back up from the door, almost checking it to make sure it’s locked until I remember that very much didn’t matter before when she fucking just teleported straight outside.

Inside the restaurant, an unearthly red and purple glow fills the darkness. It’s just enough to see my surroundings, but anything could be hiding in the shadows. It reminds me of a blacklight from a strip club.

I see, or I almost see, more of those runic symbols at the edge of the glow.

Somehow I put enough thoughts and will together to start getting the fuck out of here. Whatever Gabrielle is, it’s something I don’t want to deal with—no matter how fucking gorgeous she is or how beautifully she stroked my straining, aching, still-hard-somehow cock.

I turn one direction and start walking—and Gabrielle’s there at the end of the aisle. Startled, I turn back around, and she’s there again, closer this time. Turning, shuffling, I start to clamber over a table, and she’s sitting in the seat waiting for me.

“Please, darling.” Her voice is a volcanically hot plea. “Won’t you let me show you how much I care?”

I slide off the table and stop entirely, watching her slowly stand up. She tosses her hat to one side and it evaporates into nothing and then shakes out her golden hair in a sexy, long, thick mess. I know very much she’s not corporeal, but all the same I hear her heels clacking on the floor and feel her fingers as they slide once more across my chest.

“What do you want?”

“I want to show you how much I love you,” she says, kissing into my ear. My knees are weak. “Is that so very hard to believe? A man like you wanted so badly by a woman like me?”

“Yes, frankly.”

She giggles. “I suppose I’ll just have to be very persuasive, then. Until there’s no doubt left, and you know intimately how much I adore every thing about you.” She licks my neck and nips it just slightly. “Fuck, you smell so good.”

Brie approaches out from the shadows; her eyes are stark white, pupilless. A blank slate, completely open to anything anyone might say. Her mouth, with those lusciously full lips, is slightly open, and a trail of shiny drool slides down from the side of her mouth down her chin and into her blouse.

“The ceremony is nearly complete,” says Gabrielle. “But you’ll need to help to complete it.”

What happens then is like a strange puppet show. Gabrielle acts, and Brie follows. They’re completely linked in their movements and words. Gabrielle mimes opening a blouse she’s not wearing, button by button, and Brie does it for real. Her breasts are beautiful handfuls, her nipples erect. The rain from outside has left her body sparkling wet. She discards the blouse and they both kneel down.

“I worship you, Master,” they say. “I’m so utterly, helplessly in love with you. I’m lost without you. Please, fuck me? Please make me real?”

Gabrielle’s eyes are burning white coals, dazzling and bright and dark all at once. Brie says everything she does, echoing shortly. Her voice sounds a little robotic, empty like her eyes.

I am embarrassed at how hot I find this. How exciting it is to see Brie so blank and empty, naked. Completely vulnerable before me. I could do anything at all to her and she would never know—she would urge me on, with Gabrielle’s guidance.

“I’ll never hurt you, Master,” they say. “I’ll obey you in every way. Won’t you let me show you how safe this is?”

Gabrielle nods and squints just slightly, appearing to indicate something to Brie. The blank beauty then proceeds, by herself, to reach out for my cock, fumbling for my zipper. Moaning. Hips gyrating. Breathing fast and hard and quivering like she’s cumming.

“She is cumming, Master,” says Gabrielle, answering my unspoken question. “She can’t help it. She sees the truth of who you are now, thanks to me. And she needs your cock. Her need for you makes her cum. Her love for you makes her cum. Your presence in her life makes her cum. Everything about you makes her cum.”

Gabrielle pushes into me, sitting me down at the nearest chair. Pushing her heavy, gorgeous tits into my face, rubbing them against my cheek. Cradling my head into them. Kissing the crown of my head. I can feel the ungodly heat emanating from her pussy and I know it’s just for me. I can feel her even though I’m the only one who can see her.

“What does that mean?” This is so bizarre, and everything Gabrielle says makes it more outlandish. “What are—fuck, that’s good.”

Brie slips her lips over my thick, hard cock and immediately takes me in all the way, her lips pushing against my crotch and the bush of thick hair there. I can feel my cock pulsating against her throat, where she somehow knows how to create the kind of suction that makes it feel like I’m fucking a pussy.

“I taught her that,” says Gabrielle.

“Fucking…when?”

I’m doing that that thing where I don’t know where to put my hands. I’m grabbing the sides of the chair and pulsing my hips up and down, both struggling to get away and desperate that this feeling never stop. Fuck! Blank-brained Brie is so good at sucking cock.

“Mistress taught me the pledge,” says Gabrielle, as if that means something to me. “Won’t you let me make it to you?”

“I don’t know…” I shake my head. “I don’t know what that means.’

“It means I’ll be pledged to you. Obsessed with you. Aching for you. Needy for you. All my beauty. All my skill at witchcraft. All my desire and aching and passion will belong to you, forever. Don’t you want that?”

I try to look up into her eyes, but instead I just turn more into her hefty, sumptuous cleavage. The reply I might have had slides out of my mouth as her tits slide over it. I can’t help but taste her skin, sinful and sweet, licking around her nipples while Brie continues to suck and slurp and kiss. A little dribble of milk slid out from her nipple and—despite how unusual it was, how taboo—once smelling it and tasting the trail it left, I could not help but lick up the drop itself.

Then something…something changes.

Something about tasting her drives my aggression, my need for answers. My need for control.

I’ve never established much control in the bedroom. I’ve had fantasies from time to time. Who hasn’t? But now I was living in a fantasy, and everything seemed like it was on the table. Tasting Gabrielle’s milk, my blood felt spiked with testosterone. I grabbed her by the neck roughly and forced her down on the ground next to Brie.

She giggled, happy at this, preening at how large my hands were compared to her tiny neck and delicate clavicles. My other hand slides onto Brie’s head—and for a moment I think about pushing her off. I clearly can. I clearly can do whatever the fuck I want with her.

So, choking Gabrielle, I hold Brie down, gagging her on my cock.

Gabrielle, so close to the action, quivers and squirms. I see for the first time the naked, insane greedy lust on her face at what Brie is doing.

No matter what else is happening, she really does want my cock inside her.

I speak through gritted teeth. “What. Is. Happening?”

“I’m…” Gabrielle is having trouble thinking. Her fingers sliding up into her cunt, which is audibly wet. Staring at Brie. Jealous, lust-drunk, opening and closing her mouth like she’s sucking herself. “I-I’m the scout…”

“You said that already. I don’t know what the fuck that means. What are you?”

“I’m…from somewhere else.”

I shake her roughly, tightening my grip on her throat.

“R-really! I’m trying to explain. I’ve never had to before. I’m sorry.”

My grip relaxes slowly. For a moment, the only sounds are Gabrielle’s orgasmically enthusiastic servicing of my cock. I hardly notice that I haven’t cum yet, lasting well beyond even my best record for a blowjob. I want to cum, but I don’t have to. I feel completely in control of it. The taste of Gabrielle’s milk still fills my mouth.

“I…I come from a reality beside yours. We’ve cleaned it out, looking for you. Gathered all the power we can.”

“What does that mean?”

“We…in the other places, people thought we were demons. We turn them on, make them want us, make them vulnerable. And then we take everything from them. Wealth, power, life. It doesn’t matter.” She’s fingering desperately now, recalling this depravity and staring at my cock being serviced. “No one matters to us but each other…and…”

I shake her once. “And?”

“And you. We need you. It’s all for you. We’re desperate to find you. I can’t wait to tell them.”

What she describes—turning people on to take from them, drain them, sounds like a succubus to me. It would sound so crazy and unbelievable if it wasn’t happening to me right now.

Was this where the notion even came from? Extra-dimensional beings stealing the vitality of others for their own plans? I certainly had read and seen enough science-fiction to be familiar with the theory that hell, such that it was, was just another dimension. Maybe Gabrielle came from one such dimension, a dimension of lust and sin, wanton desires gone rampant…

“Why me?”

Brie chokes loudly on my cock and I relinquish my hold on her a bit. She had been turning a deathly shade of blue.

“You’re complaining?” Gabrielle giggles, glancing at the beautiful Brie doing her work.

I squeeze her throat a little tighter. “Answer me.”

“I…I don’t know, exactly,” she chokes out. “Mistress dreams of you. So many dreams of you and you alone. She’s cum for you across ages, worshiping you from dimension to dimension. You’ve never felt her need for you?”

I don’t know how to answer that, exactly, except to feel my need to cum down Brie’s throat rising terribly.

“She says it’s kind of like a pheromone. There’s something you—only you, god, did we ever search—just you that makes you irresistible to us. We’d find little interdimensional traces of you here and there, and only the top girls get them. Like relics of your lust. I always got left out.”

I grunt. It’s hard to believe anyone as sexy as Gabrielle could be on the bottom of the totem pole…but fuck it, it’s hard to believe any of this.

“Like I said, I was skeptical…but I believe it all now. And I need you to fuck Brie here. Please?”

“Why?”

“Fucking her links us, don’t you see?” she purrs, sliding her slick fingers in and out of her cunt. “In that beautiful moment of orgasm directly from your Cock, the portal in her mind opens—and then I slip in and take over. Don’t you want that? Don’t you want to make me real, here, in this dimension?”

She seems to have recovered somewhat from the proximity to Brie’s cocksucking. She slides my hand off her neck and slips it over her chest. I can feel her heartbeat, intense and ethereal though it is.

“Wouldn’t you like to have me all to yourself? I’ll bring you all the girls you want. We don’t have to tell Mistress right away, if that freaks you out. You could just fuck anyone you want and I’d encourage you all the whole happy way, Daddy. I’ll keep my power…and my beauty. I know you like how I look better than Brie there.”

I grunt, nodding. I really do. Brie is a premiere beauty, but Gabrielle is on another level, like a living fantasy. I try horribly to remember my morality. What use is ethics if you just throw it away because a gorgeous woman wants you to?

“Look, you’ve got to…you’ve done something to Brie. Right? You need to undo it.”

She shrugged. “I can, but you won’t like it.”

“Why not?”

“Because she’ll be insane. I’ve connected her with my love for you. Unless she fucks you, she’s broken forever. My love is so powerful, Master. My love transcends universes. It’s brought me across time and space and here, right now, to serve you. We’re all here to serve you. I can break my link with this vessel, but all that means is she’ll be broken inside, suffering and miserable for the rest of her days, which will probably be short.” She adds in a hot whisper, “Suicide is common in my experience. My love is powerful like that. Doesn’t that make you hard? Knowing that I’ll kill myself without you?”

Oh, oh, oh fuck it really shouldn’t but it really does.

“It’s true, Master. I’ll kill myself without you. I’ve lived for a long time, for millennia, ages and ages and epochs, but none of that means anything if I don’t get to serve you. I’ll kill myself if I don’t get to suck your cock—and this is the only way I can.”

“B-by-by taking her over? Possessing her?”

“Yes.”

“But…Brie, she…dies?”

Gabrielle shrugs. “She gets…absorbed. Part of me. Like lots of others. All one beautiful part of the whole. I’m young compared to the other girls, but quite old compared to you.” Her milk leaks all over my groping hands. I’m so close to cumming. “I’ve got entire dimensions of need inside me. Reality after reality after reality of the same girl, folded up into one perfected package, dedicated just. For. You.”

That’s so absurdly hot. I grunt, cumming hard, spilling into Brie’s mouth while I fuck her harder. Gabrielle gasps at each thrust, cooing with excitement, urging me to fuck her mouth and spill everything.

“Yes, Master,” she whimpers. “Just like that. Just like that!”

That finally hits home—that word: Master. She’s said it a few times already but I’m in love with it now. Gabrielle, acting quickly, slides up behind Brie and guides her down to the ground. She wraps around Brie like a glove and spreads her wide, using her legs to keep Brie’s legs open and wrapping her arms around Brie’s throat and chest almost like a choke hold.

“Fuck her, Master,” Gabrielle begs. “Fuck her, please. Fuck me. Fuck us. Make me real for you.”

I’m in no state to disagree. Both of them want me so much. Even Brie, blank as she is, is whimpering constantly and dripping with need. I slide down into them and both pairs of legs quickly wrap around me, encouraging me further, and my still-hard cock slides heatedly into Brie’s waiting, pulsing entrance.

I’ve stopped questioning why I’m still hard. It just seems to be the state of the case now when I’m near Gabrielle. I accept it; I accept this outlandish situation; I accept her. I want her. My throbbing hard cock pushes in and out of her tight, young cunt—and right away I can see Gabrielle phasing in and out of Brie, already closer to becoming one with her.

“Yes, Daddy,” they groan together. “Just like that! Do it! Fuck my cunt. Fuck me hard. Make me real. Make me your slave. Complete the ritual, please?”

Gabrielle’s mouth shifts all around Brie’s head, sometimes to one side, sometimes directly over her mouth. Urging me on. Fuckherfuckherfuckher. Chanting ritually, an occultist of my Cock.

I’m so fucking beyond turned on and confused. I give in to the madness further, no longer focusing on the shifting form of Gabrielle and just focusing on Brie’s pliant, perfect flesh.

I want her. Wanted her for so long. This dumb bitch thought she was a fucking lesbian and now she’s crying out in orgasmic pleasure from my cock. Every thrust into her makes her cum again, tightens her cunt’s grip on my stiffness and coaxes me closer to cumming inside her at last.

“That’s it!” they moan. “That’s it! Oh my fuck, my Master, please! Please cum in me!”

As I fuck Brie, I see Gabrielle sinking more and more inside her vessel. Gabrielle, between clutches of orgasmic pleasure, chants something in an ornate, regal-sounding tongue—I can only assume it’s the pledge she mentioned before. I see more tinges of those runic symbols on periphery of my vision, only now instead of scaring me, they just turn me on.

It’s working—this is working. It’s happening. This thousand year-old sex goddess succubus is becoming my real life slave!

I know that the ritual is really, truly everything that was promised when Brie and Gabrielle’s eyes both start to blend, becoming for a moment a white-hot, burning red and white mash-up of lust.

“Yes, Master!” she moans. “Make me real! Make me yours! Yours forever, yes!”

We’re not wearing any protection. I could easily get her pregnant. I feel myself hoping that I do—that would be the ultimate win, the perfect finale. Turning this lesbian brat into my slavish worshiper because of the power of my cock. I’m already changing her body. Her legs have lengthened, her milk-leaking tits larger and sexier, her hair longer with every stroke. My cock changes her—it should own her by getting her pregnant.

The thought overwhelms me. Licking her enlarged tits, biting her shoulder, fingers digging into her back muscles and ass, I let go entirely. My cum shoots into her hard—somehow harder than all the others tonight. I feel like I’m blasting a hose inside her, covering her walls with my sticky, virile seed. 

It’s done. Gabrielle—there is only Gabrielle now—is exhausted. Her body transformed completely into the wet dream that appeared to me earlier tonight in a purely ethereal form, now completely physical and completely my property. My own succubus slave.

The last thought I have as I start to slide into a euphoric slumber, with Gabrielle nestled against my body, is something I should have asked already:

If I’m so irresistible, why can’t I ever get laid with any of these women in the first place?