Sunday, 13 September 2020

Story: RCM Succumilf

You've heard the phrase 'like riding a bike', right? Muscle memory is a potent thing - but at the same time, if you don't use it you'll lose it. Muscles do weaken if not used. It doesn't matter if you remember how to ride a bike if you've not taken a step in years. You've got to build your leg muscles back up, right?

The last time Mayoko got laid was when she was four months pregnant with her son. After that she was too focused on either said Son, The Plan, or her Career. In that order of priority.

At the peak of her succubus game she'd have had Sora singing the choir orgasmic. Her instincts would have told her the best ways to satisfy this woman. Her body would have secreted magical pheromones to induce further excitement. All that good stuff.

As it was, the succubus was the one actually in the throes of ecstasy, as muscles she hadn't used in all those years suddenly started getting a workout. They tried to repeat the parts they remembered, but found it awkward and stifling. They were, shall we say, a bit stiff. Out of practise. That's not to say that Sora wasn't enjoying herself, but - well, she wasn't enjoying it <i>as much</i> as one should enjoy sex with a succubus, let's say that much.

Let's be frank though - none of that actually matters to you, you're here for the smut. The drunken, sweaty sapphic sex scene between the drunken pair that should be enemies or at least rivals, but were horny, lonely and intoxicated enough to indulge in some filthy torrid sex.

So the two of them were on their backs scissoring for all they were worth. Mayoko had hold of Sora's left foot, and was running her tongue around her big toe, while Sora - her hips were driving out like a piledriver. Stick this girl on a road, put a sturdy metal cone under her and she could have it drilled through the pavement in no time flat. She was hugging Mayoko's leg into her chest, squeezing her boobs around it while very blatantly thinking about Mayoko's chest. Because, you know, she had a pulse and had seen Mayoko's bare chest. They somehow managed to be large, natural looking, and yet only had the slightest bit of sag as a natural effect of gravity.  They were perfect.

"Um, let's see... I think there's an erogenous zone here...?" Mayoko muttered to herself and tried sucking on Sora's middle toe. "No, maybe the next one over?" Sora moaned. "Hrm... No, that's not quite right, that should have sent her over the - oooh yeah!"

While Mayoko was trying for skill, Sora was going for sheer effort. On this night, effort was the one that won out. When a succubus climaxes, it's basically their equivalent of a nice, satisfying - Oh wait! They're going over the side of the bed, landing on the floor in a messy drunken heap.

But it's good! They've recovered nicely. Now they were sitting with a knee in each other's crotch, boob to boob. Mayoko hiccuped drunkenly and leaned in to kiss Sora's lips. The kiss somehow landed on her ear instead, and she wound up frenching it something fierce.

“Aaahhh oh fuck!” Oops, and it turned out that was one of Sora’s erogenous zones. Which shows the power of dumb luck. Honestly now, the power of luck does seem to be boosted by alcohol, doesn't it? Both of the good and bad variety. Now, in Sora's case a climax was basically her equivalent of - let me check my notes - oh yes, a screaming orgasm, which made her press her knee that much harder in Mayako's fun bits, and this second climax in the same minute was enough to make her wings pop out and her halo to form over her head.

Not that she noticed, mind. But Sora did notice that her one night stand now had large black feathered wings, and what looked like a cracked halo hovering over her head which at the angle Sora was viewing it gave her the impression of horns.

"H-hey, cool coshplay!" Sora slurred. Then she giggled as a thought hit her. "Oh no, you're gonna shteal my shoul! I'd better be careful not to cum again, right? Or I'll be your shlave forevah and evah!"

This is not remotely how a succubus works in this reality, Sora knew that perfectly well, but the roleplay was really kind of working for her so she was willing to roll with it. Besides which, the idea of this woman being some kind of demon like a succubus was ridiculous on the face of it. Absolutely absurd.

"That's right," Mayako said, unaware of the fact that her wings were showing, "I'ma steal you away to give in and join the dark shide. Gimme a smoochy, you can't resisht."

Then, because all decisions seem sensible when you're drunk off your ass and having sex with the hot lady you sort of had a crush on, Sora did something that she would never ever ever do under normal circumstances and -

"I shurrender to the dark side," she said. Which was not the best thing for her to say to a succubus, because, you know, words have power and all that. "I'll be you shlaaaave!"

Back down in the Abyss Lucy briefly looked up and noted that they had acquired a new employee up in the human realm. She shrugged, made a note to see what salary this new worker got, and went back to golfing. Which if you’ll recall she hated, and wished it had been a more interesting issue to solve.

And that's the story of how Sora accidentally switched sides without knowing it, and also the story of how Mayako acquired a slave without either of them realising that she was a slave. I'm sure that won't cause any hijinks or misunderstandings in the near future. Nope. Not a single one. Especially not naughty hijinks.

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This was not appropriate attire for a tutor to wear. You know. Unless the tutor was really desperately trying to get into their student's trousers. If there was a man alive who could keep their eyes off those thighs, they were either blind or incapable of feeling sexual attraction to another human being. He was pretty sure that the hardest of gay men would be thoroughly entranced as much as any straight man would be.

Seji wet his lips while Ai set up a whiteboard, scrubbing it and leaning over ever so slightly. The subtle movement causing fascinating reactions in that remarkably short skirt. This was a new experience for him. Not the intense arousal. The paralysis. The inability to reach out, grab that ass, and have his wicked way with it until she passed out with a smile on her face. Normally if a girl had him staring like this he'd be all over her in seconds, and she would reciprocate practically before he did anything.

This time, though. He couldn't bring himself to do... anything. Just stare like an idiot. Like some shy blushing virgin who didn't know what to do with a woman. This feeling though. This feeling was new. He liked it, and he hated it at the same time. He wanted more, yet he yearned to be free of it. What was this? What was this feeling...?

Ai's hand fell upon the whiteboard, and his eyes went to the sound. "Alright, we're going to cover this topic today," she said, peering over her glasses with a look that could sublimate ice. She moved her hand back - her absolutely perfect flawless hand - revealing the word 'calculus' written there. "Calculus. What do you know about calculus?"

He stared blankly. That... pretty much summed up his knowledge of the subject. Ai rolled her eyes, and then apparently decided to torment him some more by sitting in his lap.

“Calculus is the study of change. Of… growth.” She  said, slapping her pointer down on the point of this desk she had set up that, if it had been allowed to go through, would have landed right between his legs. "The rate at which things grow, and grow, and swell." She leaned forward. Her cleavage consumed his vision like a ravenous beast. Which, come to think, is what he felt like he would like to become right now, because at least then he'd be able to enjoy himself a little. "Do you see why this might be a subject of interest?"

He nodded, and then she climbed off his lap, and slapped her pointer onto the whiteboard with one hand, while the other remained at her hip. He would murder an entire village to have the chance to be that hand for thirty seconds. Yes, even in spite of her literally just sitting in his lap, he would still do that.

"Then let us start with a 'function'," Ai said. "If I said y equals x squared, what would that mean to you?"

"Uh...?" Seji mumbled. Ai started to fumble a little with her button. It gave him the distinct impression that she was waiting for something. An answer. Any answer. So he blurted out the first thing that came to his mind. "That the value of the output y is dependent on the input x, and is the same as x multiplied by itself?" No, that couldn't be right. He never paid attention in math class, so he had to have just made that up and-

"Very good," and the button was popped. It didn't reveal <i>much</i> more. But that little was worth its surface area in gold. "That's the basic premise of a function in mathematics. An input, x, represented by the horizontal axis of a graph," To demonstrate this, she had stretched her body out, leaning across horizontally as far as her body could go, with one leg stuck out. "While the output y is represented by the vertical axis." For this, she had reached her arms up into the air and stood up on her tiptoes. "Calculus is interested in studying the rate that things change. Now, the word rate comes from ratio, which means 'one thing divided by another'."

Yeah, he could get that. Like the ratio of his attention to various parts of her body. Honestly, it was all good, though for some reason he was starting to really focus on her face. Which was funny because he kind of usually preferred boobs, and her boobs were the best he'd ever laid eyes on.

"Now, do you know what a limit is?" Ai asked. Again, fiddling with a button on her far too tight - "In a mathematical context only. Not something dirty like, 'what's the limit to where you can touch a girl before it's considered ssssssexual."

He was pretty sure she hadn't actually drawn out the s like that, it was his own sense of personal time slowing down so he could enjoy the moment as much as possible while it lasted. His eyes were bouncing between the fingers toying with that button and her pretty, expectant face. A limit? Uh, well...

"It's the value that a function approaches as its input approaches some other value?" Seji offered.

As if in demonstration of this, she approached him again, stood directly in front of him, and unpopped the rest of the buttons on her blouse, letting it drop to the floor. Now. As pretty as he found her face, at the moment his eyes were affixed to naked breast. Bare naked boobs jiggling right in front of his eyes.

"You see?" Ai asked. "With the right motivation-" she moved closer. The warmth of her chest engulfed him. This was heaven. This was paradise on earth. This was the best thing to ever happen to him! "You can recall what you have been taught."

Then all of a sudden it was like the room was a lot dimmer, and Ai was dressed up again. Or, like, she hadn’t ever taken off her blouse in the first place.

<i>Did I just fantasize her putting on a strip show during a math lesson?</i> Seji thought. Yeah, that must be it. How this girl made him of all people feel was beginning to drive him insane. “Y-yeah, I’ll never forget this lesson Ai”

Ai beamed and patted his cheek, “Thank you Seji, that’s all I ask. Next we'll deal with first principles, but first I think we should break to make sure we're both... fresh enough to deal with it.”

"M-Mind if I slip back to my place to, uh, check on something then?" Seji asked. Ai nodded. He smiled, then practically bolted from Ai's place.

Worth noting that the moment he was gone Ai had her hand down the front of her skirt.

"Fuck, he's so fucking hot!" Ai whispered. "Ugh! No other guy has had this effect on me, fuck, I'm so wet!" She clutched at her chest, “Keep it together Ai. I can’t just Ride the Hero like a celestial steed. I need to make sure he earns my Love through self improvement like a hero should… with his powerful body and sexy… ah... “

Meanwhile Seji was in his bathroom beating his meat for the very first time. No, really. Whenever he was horny he could toss a paper airplane out his window, find a hot girl nearby, and have her in his room.

"Ohhhhh, Ai..." he moaned. "I wanna take you on long romantic walks on the beach! I want to wineyou, I want to dine you, and only then can I - Can I!"

So, yeah, this is what happens when a potent half incubus and an experienced Angel of Love accidentally use their respective abilities on one another, resulting in the two of them masturbating furiously while thinking of the other, in an experience so intense they could both swear they heard the other call their name. Though that was clearly, you know, a delusion on their part.

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Mayoko's mouth tasted like ass. And not just because it was, in point of fact, literally buried in ass. Actually, she normally liked the taste so maybe that was the wrong word to describe it with? Uh... It tasted of sandpaper covered in vomit. Yeah. That was the taste. That was exactly what this was.

"Great start to the day," Mayako said, extracting herself from the butt so she could, at the very least, determine exactly who it was she'd drunkenly taken home. "Oh, hey Sora. Your butt makes a nice pillow."

“Mmmm?” Sora opened her eyes, and noticed that she had a very lovely feeling weight on her back. She turned around… “Miss Yoshifumi?” Blinked. “Oh… oh god. Miss Yoshifumi?!?!?” It all came back to her. The booze, the sex, the very fun sex. The roleplaying that was uncomfortably close to what Sora knew as the truth. She had done it!? How had she managed to seduce her sexy superior at work in one night!?

Would getting the Hero be this easy!?

“I think we’re on a first name basis with this.” Mayoko patted Sora’s backside. "So, want to get some coffee?"

"Absolutely," Sora said without a second's thought. Wait, she hated getting coffee after getting blackout drunk.

“Just let me call my home to check in on my Son. He might be worried I didn’t show up last night.”  Mayoko said, and picked up the phone next to the hotel bed. Sora watched in rapt fascination as her delicate fingers dialed the number. Then her nails tapped against the nightstand, and the way her eyes lit up once the phone was answered made Sora’s heart skip a beat. “Seji! Good morning. Sorry I didn't come home. Got way into drinking and ended up sleeping at a coworker’s place. Yeah yeah. So what did you do while I was away? I recall you mentioning a friend? Oh, so you have a math tutor! That’s wonderful, I know you struggle a bit with math dear. I’ll be back before lunch. Love you Seji~ Bye bye!” She hung up and turned back to Sora, “He’s a sweet boy, if a bit… troublesome in some ways.”

“Ah…” Sora nodded, not having paid any attention to anything at all besides the way her lips had moved, eyes had brightened, and the way her fingers trailed against Sora’s own body. “So.. now we go get coffee?” She’d drink anything to be around this woman right now.

“Sounds wonderful.” Mayoko said.

  1. I think we need to see more of that maths lesson. They didn't even "find the area under the curve" yet!
  2. So, what's our actual hero been up to?
  3. As if it would be as simple as getting a coffee.
  4. Seji meets up with some of his friends from his proper school. What sort of problems do they get up with.
  5. Mayoko gets a call from her boss about her new underling. She has no idea what is going on with that.
  6. Something Else



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