Suddenly A Succubus Ch. 03

The smell of sulfur filled her senses, her hair catching the wind as she turned to find the source. Grasping her necklace, she muttered a prayer and felt her senses heighten; It seemed to be coming from the center of campus. Excusing herself from the group, she moved quickly as the smell grew stronger.

The sky darkened, ominous storm clouds forming much too quickly. They began to spiral in, the epicenter focused over the quad. Breaking out into a run, she knew she was the only one that could stop this, if she could just get there in time. Turning the last corner, she froze, her eyes growing wide with terror.

The quad was on fire.

Students were running, colliding with one another as they tried to escape. In the center of the field, a large runic circle flared to life, its red glow filling the sky as the storm clouds choked out the sun. The fire kept spreading, but she had to push forward.

Flames licked at her heels as she ran, and she avoided their unnatural energies as best she could. She drew closer to the center of this mad ceremony, then muttered another prayer to ask for more assistance. A blade appeared in her hand, its radiant glow pushing back the flames. With a path cleared, she saw her target.

Just a few feet in front of her, a demonic woman stood in the center of the runes. Several bodies lay nearby, their blood spilled to power its hellish intentions. The demon's back was turned, hopefully distracted by the pending completion of its ritual.

She gripped her blade, running forward as she tried to stab the demon through the heart. The demon proved too fast, spinning in place and knocking the blade to the ground. Clawed hands grabbed her throat, drawing blood as she felt herself lifted off her feet.

The demon grinned, its black horns wreathed in hellfire. She felt its terrible hands close tighter, its claws push deeper into her. With one last smirk, the demon's eyes flared, her bright amber irises glowing, and everything went black.

-

She woke with a start, her breathing heavy and erratic. The covers had been kicked to the floor again, and the sheets were covered in sweat. She slid her legs off the bed, reaching for the glass of water on her nightstand. As she emptied it, she noted the clock -- 5:37 AM.

"These dreams are gonna be the death of me..."

Knowing it was pointless to try and go back to sleep, she started her morning routine. A cold shower to shock the system awake, followed by a small snack in preparation for her morning run.

Her route around campus was quiet, as usual. Other than the occasional drunk college student on Sunday mornings, the campus felt like it belonged to her at these early hours. Today, she was off to the science building, where her favorite spot on campus awaited her.

She crossed the quad, a beautiful space when it wasn't on fire, and approached the long stairs leading to the south end of campus. She skipped up the steps, pausing before she continued her run. Turning around, she slid down the railing, and cheered when she made it the entire length without falling; her balance was getting better. Returning to the top, it was only a few short minutes to get to the trees surrounding the large, mirrored building. She paused when she arrived, taking a moment to study the tallest oak in the area.

"Alright, deep breaths, find your path..." She muttered.

With a burst of speed, she vaulted up the trunk and grabbed a branch, swinging onto it. Her footing secure, she started climbing higher, a smile growing on her face. Sweat formed on her brow, and before long she had reached her goal-- The highest branch that could safely hold her weight.

Many months ago, she had secretly trimmed the branches to create a small window, only visible from this spot. She settled in, catching her breath, and looked out over the quad. The many paths crisscrossing the open field made it look like an abstract piece of art. Some paths were paved, some worn into the grass from the footfalls of thousands of students, all of them weaving in between the many trees that scattered the area.

The buildings that surrounded the quad were calm, their lights off, their stillness emphasizing the subtle sway of the trees. Each building was unique, the older ones betraying the true age of the university, but all of them were beautiful. The newer buildings were far more reflective, their sleek design standing in stark contrast to the bricks and arches of the main halls. It was on these newer buildings that she finally saw the first flickers of dawn.

As the minutes passed, more and more light flooded the campus. Deep reds and oranges painted the buildings, the light reflecting into her tree and illuminating the similarly colored leaves around her. Next, the morning rays hit the trees in the quad, the dew sparkling as their colors joined the painting in front of her. She took a deep breath, crisp air filling her lungs, and drank in the beauty of the world around her.

Off in the distance, a car horn sounded, shattering the illusion. The world was stirring, and it was time to return to her life.

"Almost got a whole twenty minutes today... Same time tomorrow?" She smirked as she talked to the tree, then began descending out of her personal paradise.

She resumed her jog, taking a more direct route home; She had no interest in getting caught in the first wave of students trudging to class. A block away from her apartment, her phone went off. She pulled it out, curious who else would be up this early.

Mom: Mailed out your book yesterday! We're so proud of you :)

She froze, her key in the door, rereading the text over and over. Reloading the conversation didn't help, the words refused to change. When she finally responded, she did so more out of obligation than anything else. She tossed her phone on the couch, looking at her surroundings.

"I'm home!" She called out, knowing full well no one could hear her.

She absentmindedly made herself breakfast, the book looming in her thoughts. It had been easy to lose herself in school, to pretend she was nothing more than a simple college student, but that would change once it arrived. She would need a few days to run some tests, and then her mission would begin.

Not my mission. Their mission.

She ate her breakfast slowly, alone in the house her parents paid for. Her tuition graciously donated by the Church, all to support a life in Their service.

She sighed.

No longer hungry, she instead got dressed for the day and headed out.

"Gonna need a lot of coffee today..." She mumbled, pulling a scarf around her neck as she locked up.

Thankfully, she had lighter classes today; Most of the heavy stuff she had frontloaded early in the week. They went by quickly, though there wasn't much to do other than show up and collect the homework. The one bright spot on today's schedule was choir-- music always cheered her up. She had been singing for as long as she could remember, and after many years of lessons, she'd grown quite talented; Her teachers always used to say she had the voice of an angel.

If only they knew how true that was.

-

Amara pulled her beanie down tight, the cold air billowing around her. The wind wasn't that strong, but she didn't want to take any chances. Next to her, Nick occasionally glanced around, always keeping an eye out for suspicious characters. At the moment, thankfully, the two of them were relatively isolated.

"So, Nick... I've been thinking about my dad." She started.

"That's never a good sign." Nick muttered, slowing his pace to match hers.

"Well, it's different this time. Normally, thinking about him... just doesn't go anywhere. I have no idea who he is, or even if he knows I exist." Amara sighed, her mind replaying past conversations.

She had gotten very little information about her father growing up, and eventually she learned to stop asking. When she was old enough, her mother finally shared the slightly awkward truth; Her father was just a drunken fling, a few nights of fun. He had left town long before Amara's mother learned she was pregnant.

She cleared her throat.

"Now, with everything we've learned this last week, I can't help but wonder, if he were a succubus--"

"Incubus." Nick whispered.

"--Right, incubus, whatever. If he were an incubus, isn't this exactly what would happen? He shows up, impregnates some unsuspecting woman, and then vanishes. She's left to raise a kid on her own, and has no idea the kid's a demon."

Nick stayed quiet, likely giving her time to decide if there was more to say. "Well, when you put it that way... Is it worth asking Evelyn about this again? If she remembers anything strange?"

"Right, because that's a normal thing to ask a parent-- Hey, was dad, like, a little weird? Maybe a little demonic? 'Cuz I have horns now and I'm really confused." Amara chuckled as she imagined the conversation.

"Well, I was thinking you could ask with a bit more tact, but clearly that's expecting too much." Nick laughed, jumping aside to dodge Amara's punch.

"You know what I mean!" She huffed. "I tell my mom pretty much everything, and it would be obvious if I were tiptoeing around the truth."

Nick moved closer again, nudging her with his elbow. "What if you did tell her?"

Amara went quiet, staring at the sidewalk passing beneath her feet. Her mind raced with possibilities, wondering how the conversation might go.

"I... I don't know. She would be supportive, curious, and probably a little freaked out, but I'm not scared she would be upset." Amara looked at Nick again, "I just don't think I'm ready yet. The thought of telling someone, even mom, about this..."

The two of them walked in silence for another few minutes, leaves billowing around them as the autumn winds picked up. In the distance, cheering could be heard from the stadium, the game already underway. Nick pulled out his phone, silently texting for a moment, then pocketed it again.

"Vee says everyone is already there," He said, "and that she's mad we're late."

Amara laughed, "I'm not afraid of her! I'll be late if I want to!" She raised her arms over her head, arching her back as she stretched. She made a face as she did, clearly not getting the relief she wanted.

"Everything okay? You pull something?" Nick asked.

"No, it's this Go--" Amara stopped herself, biting her tongue, "this fucking tail. You ever get leg cramps? When you sit a weird way for too long, and you have to walk around to shake it out? My tail does that constantly in this sweater, and it sucks."

She looked around, wondering if she could find somewhere to hide. She grabbed Nick, dragging him to a nearby building before opening the doors. As she darted inside, she turned to him and held up her hand.

"Stay here, holler if anyone gets close. I'll just be a minute!" She closed the door, now alone in a small staircase. Other than a few small bulbs, the only light here was sunlight filtering in through the window in the door. Safe from prying eyes, she uncurled her tail from her waist and set it free.

A sigh of relief left her lips, and she walked around as she stretched. She moved her tail in large, dramatic flourishes as she tried to shake it back to life. She flexed, raising it high before pulling it into her hands to massage it. Finally, she gave it a quick whip through the air, satisfied she'd worked all the kinks out.

"Back in the sweater you go..." She mumbled, still not sure how to feel about it. As she left, she caught Nick looking back at her, but his eyes quickly darted back to his phone as she reached the door.

"Nicholas! Were you watching me?" Amara asked, feigning indignancy.

"Hey, I'm just curious. You live with it, but most of this week we've been out in public, and I've barely seen it." He tucked his phone away as they started walking.

"Well, don't let me catch you again, or I'll suspect you're developing a new fetish!" She smirked, bumping into Nick, "Girls with tails... that must be hard to find porn of."

Nick shrugged, "Eh, I'm pretty sure I'm not a furry, so I'm not too worried."

"What's a furry?" Amara asked, her head tilted.

"You... you can't be serious." Nick gawked, "You've never heard of furries?"

She shook her head, certain she was about to learn, whether she wanted to or not.

"Wow... where do I even start? Furries are like... did you ever see Disney's Robin Hood? Or Zootopia?"

Nick continued, his impromptu lecture taking up the rest of their walk to the game.

-

The campus stadium was full of life, though it wasn't at full capacity. It could technically hold close to 10,000 people, but it only reached those numbers a few times a year. The college football season had started about a month ago, and attendance had evened out after the first few games. Other than football, the stadium made an ideal spot for several large events, and it wasn't uncommon to see the field repurposed during the off season.

Thankfully, since today's game had already started, most of the students were comfortably settled into their seats. Amara hadn't been late on purpose, but the convenience couldn't be ignored; She'd been terrified of crowds ever since growing her tail, and this made it easier to navigate safely.

Nick and Amara made it to the bleachers quickly, and from there it wasn't long before they found their friends.

Tessa was sitting above everyone else, cupping a large thermos in her hands. Her short black hair was shaved on one side, replaced with a collection of tattoos. Needlessly intricate eyeliner decorated her face, which was also adorned with a small collection of piercings. The effort she put into her makeup didn't reflect anywhere else; her outfit today was mismatched, baggy, and likely hadn't been washed in a while.

Vee sat on the bench in front of Tessa, her appearance much more polished. Her blonde hair had been partially braided behind her head, and what little makeup she wore was barely noticeable. She was leaning back, resting her elbows next to Tessa as they talked.

Chloé sat off to the side, the last of Amara's friends present. A long, deep blue coat hid her relatively small body, and a small journal sat in her lap. A matching scarf hung off her neck, and she routinely fidgeted with the few strands of hair that weren't up in a bun. Thin glasses sat on the bridge of her nose, and her green eyes lit up with excitement as they spotted Nick and Amara approaching.

"--so that mostly makes sense, but why is there so much porn? What does that have to do with cute animal people?" Amara asked, scoping out a seat as she approached the rest of the girls.

"What's this about too much porn? Have you been holding back on me?" Tessa grinned as she jumped up, "Actually, I don't care. Amara! Get over here!"

Amara eagerly accepted the hug, but made sure that Tessa's arms stayed away from her waist. She repeated this with the other girls, excitedly greeting everyone before sitting down.

"So, I have to find out from Vee why you left the party early?" Tessa asked, settling back down on her perch. "You just... got tired and called it a night? You're such a grandma."

"Look, it was my first time, and it was just a little overwhelming!" Amara glanced at her feet, hoping they would accept her answer; Better they thought she was boring than find out about her and Nick.

Vee moved closer, stealing a seat next to Nick before talking. "Oh, lighten up Tessa. At least she's smart enough to take care of herself. How hungover were you on Sunday?"

"No more than usual, but that's what coffee is for!" Tessa held up her thermos, then raised it to her lips and drank. As she lowered it, Amara couldn't help but notice the heavy bags under her eyes.

"How much coffee have you had today?" Amara asked, eager to change the topic away from the party.

"I dunno, 5 or 6 drinks? What do you care?" Tessa stuck out her tongue before noticing Amara's disapproving stare, "Look, I've just been sleeping like shit, okay?"

"Caffeine tends to be less effective in larger quantities, you really should cut back..." Chloé said, finally breaking her silence. Her eyes were focused on her journal, and she continued drawing as she spoke. "I bet you'd sleep better too."

Tessa groaned, rolling her eyes as she threw her head back. "You guys suck. Normally I love when it's three on one..." She put her coffee down, then pivoted to lay across the bleacher. "Ah well, maybe I can put together a real foursome for the Halloween party... Wouldn't that be a treat!"

Amara bit her tongue hearing Tessa's comment; She was used to her friend being vulgar, but it felt different given her recent sexual discoveries. "Speaking of Halloween, do we have a plan?"

"That depends on what we want to do." Chloé started, flipping to the back pages of her journal, "Officially, the school has a few events they put on. They always have a movie night in the quad, and normally several fraternity halls partner with the event committee to turn their places into haunted houses. Unofficially, however, there are several notable parties being planned for the weekend. The most prominent is at the same place we all went to last Saturday."

Vee leaned forward, trying to catch a glimpse of Chloé's journal. "Do you always write stuff like this down? I thought your journal was just for drawings and class notes."

Chloé closed her book, pulling it into her chest again. "W-well, last year Tessa complained that we didn't do enough..."

Hearing this, Tessa sat up again, spinning to face Chloé. "You did all that for me? Seriously?" She leaned in, hugging Chloé tight. "You're adorable! Okay, let me see what our options are..."

Tessa moved down next to Chloé, pulling Amara close as all three of them looked over the holiday schedule. They pulled out their phones, trying to put together a plan for the coming weekend.

-

Vee watched her friends huddle together, but she had other plans. She knew she would enjoy whatever they decided, so she took the opportunity to slide closer to Nick.

"So... furry porn? What was all that about?" Vee asked, smirking at him.

"Amara didn't know what furries were, I thought I'd... well, it doesn't matter. How's your week going?" Nick leaned back, breathing deep.

"A bit stressful, but that's college, right? I booked some tough classes this semester, and they've been wearing me out. What about yourself? You and Amara both seem a little frayed, if I'm being honest." Vee glanced back at her friends, still comparing timelines for the end of the month. She enjoyed watching them get excited, it helped remind her that school was so much more than studying.

"That's... awfully perceptive of you. The party was a little more than she was expecting, to be honest."

"She certainly seems excited to go again, so it can't have been all bad!" Vee smiled, her eyes lingering on Nick's for longer than she'd intended.

"I think it'll be easier next time, now that she's got some experience under her belt." Nick caught Vee's glance, pausing as they looked at each other. "Hopefully, I'll have more chances to mingle, spend time with... other people?"

Vee felt her cheeks redden, and she pulled her gaze away from him. "Well, lucky them, whoever it ends up being." A small smile appeared as she pushed her hair out of her eyes.

The bleachers suddenly erupted with cheers, students leaping to their feet in celebration. A casual glance towards the scoreboard showed that the home team was ahead now, though none of Amara's friends were paying much attention.

Halloween planning had given way to idle gossip, the girls eager to hear about Amara's first party. Even though she'd left early, she had been there long enough to have stories to tell. Occasionally someone would leave to get food, or to say hello to mutual acquaintances performing with the band or the cheerleaders. It was nice to spend time among friends, and the game gave them an excuse to be outside, even though none of them were heavily invested in football.

The peaceful atmosphere broke when Tessa grabbed Vee's arm, pulling her close. "Careful, Derek is on the prowl again."

The smile on Vee's face vanished, and she did her best to look small. It was too little, too late, however; Derek had seen her, and was closing the distance.

"Look who it is!" Derek moved in, resting a leg next to Vee as he leaned forward. "It's funny, if I didn't know any better, I'd swear you were avoiding me, Vee."

"It's not that, Derek, I'm just... busy. I'm taking some pretty heavy classes this semester." A fake smile crossed her lips.

"Too busy to answer a text? Weird, 'cuz you seem pretty free now. How about we lose the girl squad and find someplace quiet to talk." Derek's eyes made his intentions obvious, focusing more on Vee's body than anything else.

"Look, I promised my friends I'd spend today with them." A stern look crossed her face, "And besides, I've told you before, I'm not interested in dating right now." She did her best to stay calm, but she had no idea how this interaction would end; Derek was notoriously stubborn. Hopefully, the other people present would deter him from pushing too hard.

"Who said anything about dating? Maybe I just want to get to know you, and if we happen to hit it off... well, use your imagination. Now come on, I know the perfect spot." Derek reached for Vee's arm, and she heard Nick jump to his feet in response.

A hand suddenly grabbed Derek's wrist, holding him back. She was shocked to see that it wasn't Nick, but Amara that had intervened. Nick's hands moved to her shoulders, pulling her back as Amara moved closer.

"Hey! You heard her, she's not interested." Amara spoke with unusual confidence, given that Derek was nearly twice her size. She pushed his wrist away, standing firm as she moved in between him and Vee.

"Amara, you don't have to--" Vee was cut off by Derek's increasingly frustrated voice.

"Who the fuck are you? Does it look like I'm talking to you?" He made a show of his stature, clearly trying to intimidate Amara. "How about you sit yourself back down, before we have a problem."

Vee watched as Amara stepped even closer to Derek, matching his confidence with her own. "What kind of problem? You want to beat up a girl in front of all these people?" The crowd nearby had grown quiet, and Vee could tell that Derek was keenly aware of the extra attention on him.

After a few moments, the standoff broke, Derek huffing and turning away. "Bitch... was just leaving anyways..." Everyone watched as he sauntered off, his pride hopefully wounded as he left the bleachers.

As Amara turned back to the group, Vee looked up at her in awe. "Amara, that... that was incredible!" She stood, wrapping her arms around her friend's shoulders to say thanks. "You truly didn't have to do that, but... thank you." As she pulled back, she noticed that Amara's breathing was erratic, her body stiff and her knuckles white.

"I... I'm glad you're safe, Vee." Amara's eyes met Vee's, though they were unfocused. For a moment, Vee wondered if she had started wearing contacts; Her eyes seemed to catch the light differently today. "I'm not... I think I need to leave."

Vee pulled back, letting Amara go as Nick stepped in. They whispered a few words to each other, then Nick turned to the group.

"We need to head out, sorry. Vee, I'm happy you're safe, it was great seeing everyone." As he finished talking, Amara grabbed his hand and pulled him away. The two disappeared from view quickly, leaving Vee, Chloé, and Tessa to themselves.

"Well, that... was certainly something." Tessa mumbled, breaking the silence. "I don't think I've ever seen her that worked up."

"Can you blame her? I could never stand up to Derek like that, I can't imagine how scary that would be." Vee sat back down, pulling out her phone. "I never thought he would be this bold..."

"He's been getting worse, actually." Chloé adjusted her glasses. "I've heard from quite a few student leaders that his behavior has grown increasingly... erratic, to put it mildly."

"As long as we're all okay, I won't complain. Thankfully she's got Nick, he'll get her home safe." Vee sent a quick text, then leaned back and sighed.

Tessa sat next to her, pulling her into a hug. "I wish I had a friend like that... I still can't believe they're not a thing."

The three girls laughed, settling in as they waited for the game to finish.

-

Amara grabbed Nick's jacket, pushing him hard against the wall. He seemed surprised at her strength, but before he could say anything, Amara's lips had found his. He pulled his jacket off, which prompted Amara to do the same. As their kiss broke, Nick took a moment to try and catch his bearings.

"Should we talk about this first? You seem different, and I can't tell if that's good or not." Nick asked as he kicked his shoes off.

"Did you see the way he looked at her? Like she was just some prize to win?" Her breath was still erratic, and she continued fuming as she walked past Nick towards her bedroom. "Fucking asshole!"

"Look, I'm glad you stepped in, but what if something had happened?" He followed her to the bedroom, and by the time he got there, her shirt was already on the floor. "Guys like that tend to be the first to call a bluff, you should have let me handle it."

Amara fell backwards on her bed, her feet in the air as she wrestled with her pants. "You don't understand, Nick, I wanted him to. I was itching for an excuse to hurt him."

"Did you see how jacked he was? He would've torn you apart!" Nick's belt fell to the floor, along with his pants.

"I didn't say I understood it! I just... it's like something inside me snapped." She stood, grabbing Nick's arm and throwing him to the bed. "And now I can barely think straight, so you're gonna fuck some sense into me, and we can talk later!"

Amara straddled him, pinning his shoulders to the mattress as she leaned in, her lips finding his neck. She inhaled his scent, eagerly reaching down to massage his cock through his boxers. Soon she replaced her hand with her pussy, moaning as he started meeting her thrusts with his own. Baring her teeth, she bit down on Nick's neck, eliciting a moan louder than she expected.

"Fuck! No marks, okay?" Nick gasped, his hands eagerly massaging her ass.

Hearing that, Amara pulled back, her eyes brighter than ever as she glared at Nick. "Yeah? What are you gonna do about it?" She continued grinding against him as she bit her lip.

Curiosity on his face, Nick moved a hand to her neck, testing the waters. "There's a lot I could do, honestly..."

Amara pulled his hand away from her neck, her other hand meeting his, and pinned his arms above his head. "Didn't you hear me earlier, idiot?" She leaned in, whispering into his ear, "I said I wanted a fight."

All hesitation vanished from Nick as he fought back, reversing Amara's grip on his hands. Combined with a quick hip thrust, he managed to push Amara onto her side, her tail hitting the wall with a soft thud. From there, he moved behind her, wrapping his legs behind hers to stop her from gaining leverage. With the advantage now his, he moved on top of her, flipping her onto her stomach, her hands pinned just like his were earlier.

Amara grunted as they wrestled, well aware that she'd never overpowered Nick before. Her hips writhed and twisted as she tried to break free, but it was no use. He was bigger, stronger, and her teasing had stripped away all pleasantries between the two of them.

She only had one advantage over him-- an extra limb. Her tail was still free, and it moved to his hands to try and break his grip. Nick flinched as her tail found his wrist, and his grip loosened more from surprise than anything else. She bought herself a moment of freedom, planting a hand on the bed to try and push him off.

With one hand, he pulled Amara's wrist behind her back, then the other hand slipped out of her tail. He grabbed her loose wrist and pulled it to meet the other, able to hold both with a single grip. He pinned them tight while his other hand grabbed at her tail. It thrashed wildly, but soon he was able to wrap it around his arm, his hand holding the base.

Amara was now completely immobilized, and she craned her neck to look at Nick. "Please... I need it..." Her pussy had soaked through her panties, and her hips were twitching.

It was Nick's turn to lean in, "You need what?" He whispered.

"I need your fucking cock!" Amara's grunts of frustration turned to pitiful moans, her body begging for release.

He pulled Amara back, positioning her on her knees, her face still on the bed. A smile crossed his face as he spoke. "Be good, and I'll give it to you."

Nick moved his hand off Amara's tail, leaving it wrapped around his arm as he reached between the two of them. He pushed her panties aside and slowly teased her folds with his finger, a loud moan escaping her lips. Pulling away, he freed his cock and lined himself up, eager to give Amara what she wanted.

"The safe word is fursuit, by the way." Nick smirked as he spoke.

"Really? That's the best you've go-- FUCK!" Amara screamed in surprise as Nick pushed into her, bottoming out in one quick motion.

Her body lit up, every nerve firing as pleasure surged through her. She had no idea why confronting that asshole had turned her on so much, but right now she didn't care. Nick's cock felt amazing, she was shocked she hadn't cum when he entered her. She twitched and moaned, still held tight in his hands.

She felt him pull back slowly, and he stopped just before leaving completely. He paused there, holding perfectly still, letting Amara struggle to try and push herself against him. Her efforts were in vain, as his grip refused to budge.

"Nick... please..." Amara pleaded, her voice muffled by the bedsheets around her.

He finally took pity, giving her another powerful thrust. Her moans grew more guttural this time, reveling in the experience. Another thrust, another deep moan filled her chest, and soon Nick was fucking her in long, hard strokes.

She still couldn't move herself, but Nick's strong grip continued to pull her back and forth. As he picked up speed, he made her do the same, and soon his moaning joined hers. She did everything she could to fuck him back, her tail squeezing his arm tight. She pushed her face into the bed, biting the sheets as their fucking grew more intense.

"You love being bent over, don't you?" Nick asked, punctuating his words with his hips. "Being pinned down while I fuck you senseless?"

Amara tried to respond, but each time she had something to say, another thrust would pull a moan from her instead. She'd never felt this powerless before, especially around Nick, and the feeling was intoxicating.

She felt his hand leave the base of her tail, moving to her head and gathering her hair. He pulled back again, this time his grip causing her shoulders to leave the bed. The sound of fabric ripping filled the room, but neither of them cared.

Amara's body shook with pleasure, and she cried out as her orgasm started. Her tail, now freed, wrapped around Nick's torso and held him close as her hips twitched. Wave after wave of ecstasy flooded through her, overpowering the anger that had built up earlier. For a moment, she swore she felt her orgasm transcend her body, but the feeling faded as quickly as it arrived.

As her pleasure started to fade, Nick's body picked up momentum. With another powerful thrust, he pushed Amara to the bed, her tail pulling him with her. He continued fucking her, his movements growing erratic, and soon she felt him succumb. His cock throbbed inside of her, shooting thick loads of cum deep into her body.

Amara gasped as she felt his teeth on her shoulder, biting down hard as his cock emptied itself. Feeling him cum was incredible, the warmth of his seed radiated throughout her body. She felt full, not just because of the thick shaft buried in her pussy, but also as if she'd just finished an amazing meal.

As Nick's pace slowed, then eventually stopped, Amara felt both their breathing calm. His body collapsed on her, his cock growing soft before he pulled out. He released her hair, then her wrists, and finally collapsed off to one side.

"Fucking hell, Amara!" He gasped.

"You can say that again!" Amara chuckled as she turned to face him. "Where on earth did that come from?"

Her tail moved to his chest, drawing little circles as they talked.

"Maybe we both have anger issues to work out?" He laughed as he watched her tail dance across him.

The two of them lay there together, slowly catching their breath as the minutes passed. Nick took advantage of this time to pull her tail closer, looking it over and satiating his curiosity. Occasionally, Amara would pull away and smack him with it, mostly to gauge if her control was improving.

"Oh! Quick!" Amara bolted upright, jumping off the bed and spinning around slowly. "Limb check! Anything new?"

Nick moved to the edge of the bed, carefully examining her. "Hmm... not seeing anything this time. How do you feel?" He held out a hand, motioning for Amara to sit next to him again.

"Fine? The anger is definitely gone, which is good." She leaned into Nick as she started fidgeting with her tail. "I'm wondering if protecting Vee activated some kind of... demonic fight or flight instinct. But, since I'm a succubus, my instincts are also sexual? I'll need to be careful about getting angry in public again, that's for sure."

"Well, I doubt it's a fight or flight instinct." Nick said, holding his chin as he thought about it. Amara leaned in, wondering where he was going with this. "It's probably closer to a... fight or fuck instinct."

His serious face gave way to a mischievous smirk before he chuckled quietly to himself.

"Oh, grow up!" Amara pushed him back on the bed, then moved over to her dresser to grab some fresh clothes. She pulled out new panties, slipping them on, then quickly piled her old clothes in the hamper.

As she closed it, her heartbeat quickened, and she felt her eyes flare. A powerful feeling swelled inside her, and in that moment she knew there was something she needed to do. She spun around, eyes darting around the room.

"Nick, something's... off." She moved out to her living room as she tried to explore the feeling.

"What do you mean? Like, you feel something?' Nick was quickly following her, his pants half on as he walked.

"I don't entirely know, I think... I need to do something. Or go somewhere?" She reached for her front door, her hand twisting the knob.

"Wait!" Nick leapt in front of her, his hand pushing the door, preventing it from opening. "You're still not dressed! What if someone saw you?" His breathing quieted as she moved away from the door.

Amara looked around one last time, realizing the feeling had vanished. "Weird, it's...gone now." She slowly began walking back to her bedroom, retracing her steps. "Plus, I know what would've happened; My neighbors would have been too distracted by my tits to even notice my tail!

Nick followed her again, finally buckling his pants. "Now who needs to grow up?" He chuckled, catching his shirt as she threw it at him.

Amara slowly got dressed, her lips pursed and her brow furrowed as she mulled over that strange sensation. Where had it come from? Why had she been so desperate to follow it? She reached for her bra, then noticed that it was caught on her bedding. When she went to untangle them, she found a large hole in her sheets.

"Fuck! We ripped my sheets!" She groaned as she threw it down, looking at Nick.

"Oh, yeah, it may have gotten caught on your horns..." He mumbled, diverting his eyes as he finished buttoning his shirt.

Amara flicked her tail at him, hitting his thigh as she moved past. She grabbed a spare set of sheets, then returned to the bedroom and tossed half the linens to Nick.

"New rule- If we break anything during sex you have to help me fix it, okay?" She began pulling her old sheets off.

"That's more than fair," Nick smirked as he helped make her bed, "but if you try to milk a new TV out of me, I'm signing up for that Religious Studies class!"

The two spent the rest of the evening together, getting dinner, doing laundry, and studying, before finally calling it a night.