I Dream of Succubi

With a start Flash Sentry shot up, in a sheen of perspiration that made bed sheets cling to his naked body. He rubbed his frazzled hair, questioning why he was having such a weird dream about...about.... “Wait...who was I dreaming about?” He tried to shut out his surroundings, enshrouded in darkness save for light from his alarm clock; but all he could recall was a vivid memory of a silhouetted woman with wings, despite the fact that he could have sworn he had a perfect view of her.

“What the-” He noticed it was noon, and he opened his blinds a crack, letting the sunlight stream over his chiseled frame. His body felt heavy like he was wading through treacle, his eyes baggy with dark circles around them.

Deciding that a stroll might refresh him, he threw on jeans, a plain t-shirt, and sneakers, then headed out. It didn't make any sense. Had oversleeping really sapped him that much? He stretched his tired muscles, failing to stifle a yawn.

*****

Shoes padded down the hot sidewalk while he wandered aimlessly. His eyes hurt, almost blinded by the brightness. The blue skies were clear save for the occasional cloud, and his attire rustled under a soft breeze. He rested his hands in his pockets.

Eventually he'd stumbled into a local park. Gathered around a table were some friends of his; Lyra and Bonbon, who were seated next to each other on a bench, giving each other sultry looks and smiles despite their repeated insistence that they were 'just friends'...reeeeal good friends. They were swathed in casual attire, thin blouses, shorts, and sandals, like they'd pilfered the same wardrobe.

On the other bench across from them rested Sandalwood, who swished a finger in some sort of health drink, and Microchips, who was intently reading the rules to the game laid out between them all; Ogres and Oubliettes. A screen was set up before him, marking him out as the Dungeon Master, and a stylized board was covered in painstakingly hand-painted tiny statues.

“Don't take it too seriously man,” reminded Sandalwood. “It's about everyone having a good time, right?”

“Of course. I simply wanted to do it right,” replied Microchips who kept scanning the pages, only to momentarily take his eyes off it upon noticing Flash approaching them. “Hey Flash! How's it going?”

“Feeling kinda drained to be honest. Mind if I hang with you guys for a bit?” Flash asked, giving them a friendly smile.

“Sure, we haven't even started!” Lyra returned his smile as he squeezed next to Sandalwood. “Character creation is the most fun part, anyway.” She spaced out, no doubt fantasizing about what misadventures she and Bonbon would get up too.

Bonbon sighed with a roll of her eyes. “How many times do we have to tell you? A succubus would be way too overpowered...”

“Aw, but I'd be so sexy!” Lyra affected a mock pout. “I'll just drop all my points into Charisma!”

“Wisdom is definitely your dump stat,” mumbled Bonbon under her breath.

“It does sound like a riot,” admitted Sandalwood whose dreadlocks swished about when he moved. “I mean, it doesn't always have to be about combat, right? How about some court intrigue or something? Dude, I think my elven bard'll fit right in!”

“Sounds okay to me.” Bonbon sketched a picture of her scantily-clad ranger, looking like some Boris Vallejo art piece, a tiny bikini covering her naughty bits. She'd captured her likeness well, adding a bit more bust and ass to herself in the process.

“Ooh, that's hot!” Lyra's cheeks burned, realizing she'd spoke without thinking again. “I mean, she's very pretty! Wish I was her!” She laughed nervously, eyes darting around the table, but only Bonbon seemed to care, shooting her a coy smirk.

Microchips passed the newcomer a blank character sheet. “Don't worry, I have a few premade characters if you can think up anything. Always come prepared,” he proudly proclaimed while adjusting his glasses. “Personally, I think a warrior would be a perfect fit for you. Anyway, I'm ready when all of you are!”

Flash's eyes glazed over when he stared at the blank lines. What would he want to be? A wizard didn't sound too appealing. Not that he wasn't sharp, but all that stuffy lonesome studying? No thanks. A warrior of some sorts perhaps? But he didn't want to be a meathead barbarian either. He decided to settle on a rogue, figuring it would provide a lot of much-needed flexibility.

A fingertip poked his arm and he snapped back to awareness with a blink. “Yo! Earth to Flash.” Lyra asked teasingly, “You okay there dude? You seem a little out of it...”

“Yeah. Just a little tired,” he replied while rubbing his eyes. “Wish I could blame it on a hangover. At least then I'd know what's wrong.”

Microchips forced one of his eyes wide open. “Hmm, a little bloodshot, dark circles, paler than usual. The symptoms are all there.” He flipped open the rule book to a dog-tagged page and showed a picture of a beautiful, demonic woman, naked with her private bits obscured by hair and a spade-tipped tail. “No doubt about it, you've definitely been targeted by a succubus!”

“You lucky devil,” quipped Lyra with a mock titter. “Wish I had those kind of wet dreams...minus the whole 'taking your soul' part of course.”

He knew they were all joking around, but he swore the picture resembled some sort of bizarre fusion between the two students who haunted him. Sandalwood shook his head. “Don't take these sessions too seriously, man.”

“Way to spoil the fun!” Lyra pouted, folding her arms.

“Sandalwood has a point. We can't let our fantasies run away from us,” said Bonbon.

A debate ensued between them, but he barely heard it. His mind continued to wander. Could those dreams of his really be the work of a succubus? But that was ridiculous, wasn't it? After all, they were just creatures of fantasy, nothing more...right? He rested his head on an arm, reading the fluff description around the succubus, who appeared to be quite a powerful monster according to her stats.

Pretty soon Lyra and Bonbon were pretty much in one-another's faces. “Let's not fight,” the latter said softening. “Why waste all our energy when we could put it to much better use?” They held hands, their gazes locked.

“H-here?” Lyra shuddered as a fingernail traced up her slender arm.

“Why not? The boys won't mind. Heck, I'm sure they'd like the show!” Bonbon carefully slid down the strap over one of her friend's shoulders, leaving it bare. She did the same with the other one, the blouse now barely clinging upon her breasts. “Huh, I see you didn't wear a bra today.” Soft pink nipples partially poked into the thin white fabric. “Naughty girl.”

Her top was slowly drawn over her mounds, which spilled free with a subtle bounce. She traced Lyra's areola in circles with her fingertips, making her shudder and close her eyes as she moaned low. With a widening smile Bonbon pressed in her nipples, and let them pop back out, kissing the tips with wet smacks. “Oh, Bonnie Bon...”

She reached between Lyra's thighs which parted reflexively. “No panties, either? You little slut,” she teased tracing the wet slit with its swollen lips. Sandalwood watched with a crooked grimace, while Microchips hid behind his screen, unable to look away for long. Bonbon lifted her own top over her shoulders, letting her larger tits swing free and knock together.

Flash couldn't turn aside either. Pretty soon the women had stripped completely, Bonbon laying her girlfriend across the bench, draping atop her in a sixty-nine position. “Eat me,” she demanded spreading the folds of the pussy below her and diving in.

“Bonnie.” Lyra cooed softly, and took a moment to study her lover's soft ring of her asshole, along with the tight snatch below, already lubricated and glistening. She alternated between her sexholes, tracing them with her tongue in a sloppy manner.

Ministering to their partner, wet smacks sounded while they ate the other out. Deft fingers were jammed into tight crevices, smearing vaginal juices everywhere, which soon smeared their lips. Lyra's cunt leaked onto her puckered anus. Swollen clits were flicked and tweaked, more pecks planted upon them. “I,” wheezed Bonbon. “I'm about to-”

“T-together,” cried Lyra whose face started to strain in sheer euphoria.

Within moments their cunts convulsed as they started to squirt all over themselves and each other. He was tempted to whip out his cock and finish himself off, but he wasn't certain everyone there would appreciate that.

Suddenly, the area shook for a moment as Lyra and Bonbon vanished in a puff of smoke. “Ah-ah-ah~” A sultry female voice called out. “I can't have you getting off before I've even had my fun~! Even if it is in a daydream. Now WAKE UP!”

A snap sounded. His eyes shot open. Lyra and Bonbon were suddenly dressed and staring at him wide-eyed. He'd leaned back on the bench, almost falling off, his jeans tented with the biggest erection imaginable. For a moment no one spoke. The tension was finally cut when Lyra said, “You really like that succubus monster, huh?” She giggled and the others soon joined in.

“Uh, guess I need more sleep. Sorry, maybe another time?” He quickly beat feet in order to save face.

*****

Once he was back home he took a short shower, whipped up a simple meal, and then booted up his computer. He typed succubus mythology into a search engine. Part of him was tempted to look up some images too, but he couldn't afford to be distracted, not if he ever wanted to sleep well again. Innumerable results were pulled up, making him wonder where to best begin.

A buzz sounded and his computer suddenly powered down. “What the-” He tried to flick on a light but got no response. Had his roommates failed to cover their portion of the bill again? He headed to the door to confront them, yet the knob refused to turn, like it had somehow been locked from the other side. He shook the frame several times, tempted to simply batter it down.

Sinking his shoulders in temporary defeat, he turned, only to see a familiar woman draped upon his bed. His heart skipped. “Hey Flash,” Sunset murmured in her sultriest voice. “You ready to become my personal plaything?”