The hallway lights flickered as Brett walked toward his apartment door, his thin jacket, shirt, and pants were all dripping wet. It was pouring rain outside, and that was where he just happened to be when the heavens had opened up. It had been cloudy all day, but he’d decided to chance a trip to the grocery store anyway. On the way back to his car, the rain had started to fall, soaking him through to the bone.

He grumbled to himself as he carried the two heavy bags across the concrete floor to the elevator. As soft rock trickled out of the elevator speakers, Brett kept his eyes on the illuminated numbers marking each floor he passed. He hoped and prayed that the power would stay on long enough to get out of the metal box.

The elevator doors opened with a low ding and he power-walked across the hallway to his door. The narrow walkway was modest; paintings often found in thrift stores hung on the walls, and yellow lights spaced evenly apart lit up the passage.

Brett turned and faced the wooden door to his apartment, then set his grocery bags on the ground. Concentration contorted his face as his eyes wandered, searching for his keys. Just as he gripped them in his hand, a bright flash of lighting and a vicious crack of thunder startled him. He dropped them to the floor.

“Holy shit,” he said, heart racing. Even at twenty-six years old, he still held tight to his childhood fear of thunder and lightning. A second blinding flash split the sky, and though he was ready for the thunder this time, his body still shook with nervous energy.

The door unlocked easily despite his trembling hands, and on the other side, a dark apartment greeted him. For a moment, Brett was fearful that he’d lost power. But then he flipped the switch, and to his relief, the room before him illuminated brilliantly.

His apartment was small, but it was perfect. It had one bedroom and bathroom with a spacious living room and a kitchen with plenty of room to maneuver. The building itself was in a great part of the city; clean and friendly with little crime, as evidenced by the barless windows and the lack of sirens that echoed through all hours of the night in some of the other places Brett had lived.

A chill slithered through his body. I gotta get out of these wet clothes, he thought, and stripped on his way down the small hallway that led to his bedroom.

Once inside, Brett threw his sopping clothes into the overflowing hamper in the corner of his room. Using the dry towel that hung on the one hook in the bathroom, He dried himself off using one of his bathroom towels, then changed into a pair of flannel pajama pants, a t-shirt, and a sweatshirt to keep out the cold.

But it wasn’t enough, and after turning on the heater, Brett headed into the kitchen for some hot cocoa.

Brett whistled a familiar tune as his mug whirled around on the cooking plate in the microwave. Once its bell had sounded, Brett pulled the mug out carefully by its handle, letting it warm his fingers as he brought the drink up close to his face. He sniffed the cocoa as he gently blew across its surface, oblivious to the intruder that hid in the shadows of his apartment.

But as he turned toward the living room to have a seat on the comfy, grayish couch there, he saw her.

She was sitting on the back of his couch, her legs crossed, wearing black high heels, dark stockings, and a short, sleeveless red dress. A gold bracelet shimmered on her right hand as her long painted nails tapped on the back of his couch. She stared straight into his eyes, and he froze under the intensity of her gaze.

Brett remained still, unsure if it was because there was an intruder in his apartment, or because she was one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen.

Maybe it’s both, he thought as he watched her ocean-blue eyes stare at him from the shadows. He could’ve sworn that they glowed.

The woman smirked, the coat of gloss on her ruby red lips reflecting the white lights from his kitchen.

“So, uh, may I help you?” he asked, scratching the back of his head.

Wait a minute—that’s not what I should’ve said!

“Why yes, Brett, you can help me,” the woman replied. She slid down from the couch in a single serpentine movement. “My name is Myserra, and I have an offer for you.”

Instead of calling the cops, Brett chose to indulge the mysterious woman, partially because he wanted to know how her presence in his apartment was possible. His door had been locked when he’d arrived and there was no sign of a break-in. Even weirder, when he’d first walked into his apartment, she was nowhere to be seen. His windows were closed and bolted shut and he’d locked the door behind him when he came in. It seemed that the strange blonde somehow appeared in his living room.

He was an avid fan of science fiction and fantasy, and while he may have accepted the fact that magic and monsters weren’t real, he couldn’t help but wonder if this woman didn’t have a little of both in her.

Brett squinted at her. “How did you get in here?

The woman walked toward him slowly, her movements sensual and hypnotic. Her hips swayed with each stride she took in her black stiletto heels, their clicks against the hardwood echoing in his head like the strokes of a metronome. His eyes moved over her, unsure of which part of her flawless body he should ogle first.

“I’m a demon,” she said plainly. Her eyes flashed in a way no mortal’s should. “Not only that, but I’m a succubus; the best kind of demon.”

Brett backed away from the sexual creature right into the fridge.

“Get away from me! I don’t want to die!”

Myserra burst into laughter. Brett wasn’t sure if it was because of his reaction, or the fact that somehow during his panic attack, he’d started brandishing a wooden spoon like a knife.

Nice going, idiot, he thought as he tossed the worthless spoon onto the counter. Maybe if she was a vampire, you could stab her with it.

“Silly human.” She wiped away a tear as her laughter subsided. “I rarely kill my partners. It’d be a waste. Besides, if the sex is good, I might come back for seconds.” She licked her lips.

Brett blinked. “Wait. You want to have sex with—”

“It’s not as simple as that, Brett,” Myserra interrupted. “What I want from you is something more.” She placed her hands on the granite counter top and leaned forward, pushing her breasts between her arms. He caught himself staring at her bosom, silently praying that they’d pop out of the low neckline. She was easily a D-cup, and her skin was silky smooth.

“What do you want, then?”

“ You. I’ve been looking for a sub for quite a wh—”

“Did you say sub?” he blurted out right in the middle of her explanation. “You mean slave. I may be sexually inexperienced, but I’m not an idiot.”

Myserra slid forward and rested on her elbows. “When I say sub, I mean sub. Enslaving you would take all the joy out if it. Your free will would be gone and you’d stay with me only because you had to. I want you to be mine because you want to.

Because you need me. See the difference?” She clasped her hands together and interlocked her fingers.

Brett shook his head, unconvinced. “I’d still be a slave.”

“No,” Myserra sighed. “At the end of the day, you could return to your everyday life. You could go to parties; hang out with friends; watch a movie. If you were my slave, you would be with me at all times with no freedom whatsoever. You could only go places if I ordered you to.”

Brett folded his arms. “First things first: how do I know you’re actually a succubus and not just messing with me?”

“I’d thought you’d never ask,” Myserra said with a wicked grin.

She backed away from the counter and flicked her wrist. A small yellow candle appeared in the palm of her hand. She held it with her right hand and snapped the fingers of her left hand near the wick. The candle lit up.

“A magician could probably do that,” he said with a shrug.

“Fine,” she pouted. “Usually, that’s enough.”

Brett’s smug look vanished as she transformed. Her skin turned red and two pairs of horns grew out of her head; a small, pointy pair above her eyes, and two others that twisted out to the sides from just behind her pointed ears.

Her lips and hair turned black and her sapphire blue eyes became pink. The dress and heels that she wore gave way to thigh-high boots, black boyshorts, and a tube top. A tail slithered of its own accord behind her and a pair of leathery wings stretched out past her sides with a span that was wider than she was tall.

Brett gulped when he eyed the skimpy top. If she was to have a wardrobe malfunction and have one of her plump melons pop out, now would be the time.

“Convinced?” she asked him.

“Yep, that’ll do it. Although…” He reached for the mug of now-cold hot chocolate and sniffed it, then tasted it with the tip of his tongue. “Nope, nothing in there.”

By the time he set the cup back down on the counter, Myserra was back in her human form.

“So, how about that offer?”

“I still don’t get why you want me, of all people. Wouldn’t you rather have sex with some big burly guy with an eight-inch dick instead of little old me?” He moved away from the fridge and leaned against the granite counter, his arms still folded.

“Well, if you’re ashamed of your tiny dick, that could be easily fixed with a flick of the wrist and some good old demon magic.”

“Whoa there, missy,” he said covering his groin. “I like my junk just the way it is. It’s not the size that matters; it’s how you use it.”

Myserra chuckled. “Which for you would be alone in your bedroom with something erotic on your computer screen.”

“Ouch.”

“And that’s why I’m here,” she continued. “I’ve come to save you from your sexual solitude.” She flashed another smile in his direction, revealing her sharp white teeth. “Tell you what—why don’t you try before you buy?”

Brett frowned. “Pardon?”

The succubus appeared right in front of him. He jumped when she slammed her hands onto the wooden cabinets behind his head and leaned in close. He stared into her sparking, lust-filled eyes as she spoke to him in a low, husky tone.

“Before you commit to anything, how about you try out this body of mine?” She pushed her hips forward and rubbed her crotch against his, arching her back and limiting his view to her ample bust. The temptress pulled her body away when she felt his member harden in his pants and heard a soft moan escape his lips.

He unfolded his arms and tried to inconspicuously cover the growing erection. “But what’s stopping you from casting a spell on me?” he asked her. “You could be lying.” He tried to mask the nervousness in his voice and the succubus smirked when she got a whiff of the lust growing inside of him.

“What? Me? Nah, I would never.” She extended her hand toward him. “Brett, I solemnly swear that I will not use any tricks or mind-altering spells on you. Your decision will be yours alone, and should you say no—though I doubt you will—I will leave, and you’ll never see me again.”

He stared at her hand for a moment, then slowly extended his. She grabbed it and they shook.

“Ready for the best sex in your life?”

“What did I get myself into?” he sighed.

“Come on, let's take this to the bedroom.” She grabbed his shoulders and pushed him out of the kitchen and down the hallway. He put his hands on the door frame to stop himself from entering.

“Wait.” The succubus took her hands off of his shoulders and he turned toward her. “I’m—”

“I know what you are, Brett: a virgin.” She placed her hand under his chin and gently rubbed his cheek with her thumb. “I know what fills your dreams at night; what your body yearns for. I know what you think about during the countless nights when you’re home alone. I sense what your young body craves; what urges lurk within you. I can give you what you desire, and more.”

He opened his mouth to respond but nothing came. Then he hung his head and walked through the doors into the bedroom.

Myserra closed the door behind her and smiled. Brett took off his shirt and tossed it aside. With his back to her, he didn’t see her walk up to him.

She wrapped her arms around him and his face turned bright red when he felt her naked breasts press against his back. His eager dick sprung to life in his boxers and it only got harder when she slid her hands slowly down his stomach. He looked down and watched her undo his belt and jeans.

Brett’s freed penis shot out straight as she pulled his pants and boxers down to his knees. The clothing dropped to the floor and he stepped out of it. He stood naked in his room, his stomach in a knot.

He knew his first time would be memorable, but he always figured he would lose it to some chick that he picked up at a bar after drinking too much. Never in a million years did he think he would lose it to a woman as beautiful as the one standing naked behind him. Not only that, but it would be to a succubus, the incarnation of sex and erotic bliss. He hoped that he would survive the night and that his heart wouldn’t give out.

She grabbed his shoulders and turned him toward her.

“Well, well, someone’s eager,” Myserra said with a smirk. She towered over him and his eyes took in her naked splendor. He stared at her round breasts, wanting so much to reach out and grab them. He felt his dick twitch and his eyes moved south, away from the perfection of her tits to her warm, moist vagina.

“Shall we begin?” she asked, softly pushing down on his shoulders.

Brett knelt down carefully and placed his head between her thighs. He had never performed cunnilingus before, but her smell filled his nostrils and it made him hunger for her. Her aroma was strong and his mouth watered. She moaned softly when his tongue entered her.

He placed his hands on her legs and held onto her firm hamstrings as she suddenly squeezed his head with her thighs. I must’ve hit the right spot, he thought as a high-pitched squeal flowed from her mouth as her devilish smile vanished.

Her lips came together in an O-shape as the playful noise deepened into a long and rolling moan. The succubus’ cries grew louder as his tongue buried itself further into her fleshy tunnel. He dug deeper and she placed her hands on his head, pushing him closer and urging him to continue on.

Brett’s efforts were rewarded with a loud wail as Myserra orgasmed, her warm, sweet juices coating his tongue. She backed away from him and her legs wobbled as if her climax had been more powerful than she anticipated.

“Oh, Brett,” she breathed as she leaned back against the wall. “I just might have to make you mine.” She tilted her head back as she stroked her body with her hands. Her movements were hypnotic and she looked at him from behind her half-open eyelids. “I think it’s time I repaid the favor.”

He backed away from her as she peeled her body from the wall. The succubus put her hand on his chest and gently pushed him back until he bumped into the edge of his bed. Another playful shove and he sat down. He gulped, and his throat clenched up as she knelt down and pushed his knees apart.

Myserra looked up at him as she wrapped her black lips around his throbbing shaft. He could feel her tongue massaging his swelling dick as she slid up and down, coating him in her saliva. In between bobbing up and down on him, she would lick the underside of his shaft and suck on his balls. He squealed, his body twitching as she pleasured him with her tongue.

“I… I’m going to cum!”

The succubus immediately stopped what she was doing and backed off of him. Brett whimpered as the erotic bliss faded before he could climax.

“Can’t have any of that yet,” Myserra cooed. “Save it for the main event.”

Edging. Brett had read about it before on the internet: stopping sexual stimulation in order to delay the climax, thus making the inevitable orgasm even stronger. His eyes remained glued to her demonic body as she sauntered past and looked at him over her shoulder.

Myserra climbed onto his bed and crawled on her hands and knees into the center, her thin tail moved sided to side as her hips rocked. Brett swallowed. Her ripe pussy was in full view, and beads of moisture from its lips dripped onto his bed as she crawled. The succubus rolled onto her back and spread her legs as she lightly touched her stomach.

Brett’s movements were trancelike. His heart raced in his chest as he slowly walked toward the succubus willingly offering herself to him. Sweat poured down his brow as nervous energy coursed through his veins. His fingers twitched and he dragged his feet on the carpet.

Don’t fuck this up, Brett, he thought. Heh, ‘fuck this up.’

Myserra shot him a confused glance as he laughed to himself. Looking down at his crotch, he watched his manhood shy away.

“Stage fright?” the succubus teased. “Not to worry, I know just the thing.”

Brett’s eyes followed her hands as they gracefully moved down her thighs until they arrived at the valley between her legs. Her fingers fondled her pretty pink folds.

Myserra’s plan worked and Brett’s nervousness vanished. His groin sprung to life and his dick hardened as he filled with lust. He climbed onto the bed and she put her back to the soft sheets as he moved on top of her. The human couldn’t help but smile as he looked down at the succubus’ face. Her pink eyes sparkled in the dim light of his room and she playfully bit her lip.

“Come on, Brett,” she purred, her voice soft and innocent. “Don’t you want to take advantage of me?”

The irony of her statement was lost on him as he lowered himself onto her and planted his lips on hers. She wrapped her arms around him and held him close as they kissed. Her lips were intoxicating and he wanted his first kiss to last forever, but the throbbing in his groin reminded him of greater treasure ready for the taking. He pulled away from her and looked deep into her eyes.

Their gaze was broken when she closed her eyes as he eased himself into her. Brett guided himself in slowly, one inch at a time. She held him by the shoulders and squeezed as he delicately buried his virgin prick into her. Her warmness surrounded him as he went deeper until their bodies became one.

It was the single best thing he’d felt in his entire life.

Myserra moaned loudly as his hands moved up off of the bed onto her body, taking the opportunity to fondle her plump breasts. Her wine-colored nubs grew rigid as he rubbed them with his thumbs. The succubus let go of his shoulders and her hands dropped onto the bed. She grabbed the sheets as he moved back and forth, slowly sliding his dick in and out of her moist sheath.

She arched her back and cried out as she brought her heels to her butt and lifted her hips off of the bed.

“Oh, Brett! I… I…”

He increased his tempo and she rocked her hips to match his movements. He finally had the opportunity to vent his long years as a virgin and the sexual frustration bottled up inside of him. Myserra had unknowingly freed the caged beast within, and he ravaged her.

The succubus’ cries came faster and faster as she writhed underneath him. The two lovers went over the edge together as Brett squeezed her hips. The succubus’ pleasure-filled screams were like honey to his ears as he unleashed a torrent inside of her. His milky-white cum flowed out of his dick and filled her insides as he jerked, his hips recoiling from the force of the eruption.

Myserra’s screams died down and she panted quietly. Neither of them spoke.

She looked up at him and cracked a smile. He let go of her waist and his arms fell to his sides as he relaxed his shoulders and looked up at the ceiling. Brett felt like he just ran a marathon.

The succubus pulled herself free from his flaccid dick. A combination of their fluids dripped out of her when he vacated her.

“So… did you like it?”

Brett brought his head down and looked at her. His breathing was heavy and his heart still pounded in chest. “You told me that being your slave and your sub were two different things. That at the end of the day, I still had my freedom.”

“Yes, that’s correct,” she replied, lifting her chest off the bed with her elbows.

“Then what would you do if I begged you to enslave me?”

The succubus raised her eyebrow and she sat up on the bed. “I’ve had slaves in the past, and there are perks to having a loyal helper at your beck and call, willing to give their life for you and do whatever it is you ask of them without hesitation. But there’s no passion in the sex between a demon and their slave. They do it because they have to, not because they want to.”

“And that’s why you want a sub.”

“The relationship between a domme and her sub is passionate. The domme looks out for and cares for her sub. I’ve seen plenty of demons who treat their slaves like garbage and dispose of them once they’ve fulfilled their purpose. Trust is the foundation of the domme-sub relationship. A sub needs to trust that the domme will care for him and stop when things get out of control.”

Myserra leaned forward and crawled up to Brett, changing back into her human form. The fingers on her right hand danced around his belly button, and though her touch was welcome, it did nothing to distract him.

“You didn’t answer my question,” he reminded her, and Myserra sighed.

“If you begged me to enslave you, I wouldn’t. If I saw that I had pushed you too far and there was no way for you to recover, then I would erase your memories of me and return you to your old life. If I bring you the point where you beg for enslavement, then I have failed.”

Brett reached out and grabbed her hand away from his belly and held it.

“Okay, Myserra. I’ll do it. I’ll be your sub.”

The succubus smiled as she climbed on top of him. “Then sleep well, Brett, for you’ll need all your energy tomorrow. And from now on, it’s Mistress to you, my human pet.”

​“Yes, Mistress,” he said with a smirk.