Alex Evans was eighteen, tall at 185 cm, with the kind of lean, leaning more to being skinny, but the aesthetically skinny type.
Short black hair, sharp jaw, lips girls secretly stared at in class; he had the full package.
Except for his eyes... Blood-red irises that glowed like fresh wounds under fluorescent lights. One look and people crossed the street. Freak. Demon. Vampire wannabe. He'd heard it all.
He couldn't blame them, his eyes, the windows of a human, made him look like the devil's incarnation.
So he kept his head down, buried himself in books, and tried not to think about how quiet his life was. University had started a month ago and he still ate lunch alone, walked home alone, jerked off alone.
Not that he didn't want friends; hell, he wanted a girlfriend so bad it hurt, but every time he opened his mouth around a pretty girl his throat locked up and those crimson eyes did the rest.
Especially when it came to his secret crush Alice. A girl who he watched from the corner almost all the time.
Alice with the silky, waist-length black hair that smelled like vanilla when she passed him in the hallway. Alice with the perfect handful tits that bounced just enough under her tight sweaters to make his cock twitch in his jeans.
She also has a fat, juicy ass that filled out her skirts like it was sculpted for sin. Every guy on campus wanted to bury his face between those cheeks and suffocate happy. Alex included. But he knew better than to dream.
On top of that, she was the human incarnation of an angel. Totally polar opposites.
...
He was trudging home that evening, hands in his pockets.
All like the usual routine, just think of posting a review of a novel he has been reading for a quiet a while. He was deep in thoughts trying to formulate all the likes and dislikes.
But suddenly, a surge of pain suddenly struck his body.
"Argh!?"
He grasped while holding his hand to his chest. He felt something peirce his heart and he faintly saw a crimson bloody needle-like object penetrating through his chest and going forward until it displeased in thin air.
'A needle?!...'
He turned around with his heart racing uncontrollably, but only to find street empty as per usual. Trying to explain what happened to himself, the pain has already disappeared, but his heart definitely felt usually.
His heartbeats were more slow but stronger.
"What the hell was that…?" he muttered, rubbing the spot. Nothing. No blood, no tear in his shirt. He convicted himself he was hallucinating, so he shrugged it off, and kept walking.
The little two-story house he shared with his mom sat around ten minutes from campus. Mrs Evans opened the door before he could fish out his key, still beautiful at late thirties, black hair to her shoulders, brown eyes bright as spring leaves. She was the only person on earth who'd ever looked at his crimson vampiry eyes and smiled so gently.
"Welcome home, little baby." She kissed his cheek. "Shower's hot. Dinner in twenty."
"Thanks, Mom."
He lingered under the spray longer than he meant to, letting the water drum against his back while he pictured Alice on her knees in front of him, those sapphire eyes looking up as she wrapped her pretty lips around his cock. He came hard with a muffled groan, cum streaking the tiles before the water washed it away. Virgin or not, a man had needs.
Dinner was quiet, just the two of them like always. Dad had died when Alex was two; it was always just Mom. After dishes, he kissed her goodnight and locked himself in his room. No homework. Bed sounded good.
He'd barely closed his eyes when a voice purred inside his skull, sweet, dripping honey, and pure fucking sin.
"Hey there, big boy. Sleepy already?"
Alex jolted upright, heart racing, and flicked on the lamp. Empty room.
"Rude," the voice huffed, playful pout in every syllable. "Ignoring a lady is no way to make friends."
"Who the hell are you?" he hissed, trying to keep his voice down so Mom wouldn't hear.
A soft, delighted giggle echoed through his brain.
"Name's Isabella Al Celestine the Third, Succubus Queen, at your service. Well… technically you're at mine now." A pause, then silkier, "I'm inside you, darling. Possessed you on your little walk home. Sorry about the sting, entry's a bitch when the host isn't willing."
Alex's mouth went dry. "Get. Out."
"Now, now, don't be dramatic. I'm not here to wear your skin like a suit and go on a killing spree. I need your help." Her tone softened, almost vulnerable. "Someone ripped my real body to pieces and scattered the bits across this miserable plane. I'm just a soul right now, and you, lucky boy, have exactly the kind of delicious life-force I need to knit myself back together."
He swallowed hard. "And if I say no?"
Silence. Then a low, filthy chuckle that went straight to his dick.
"Oh, sweetheart, you're not gonna say no. Because I can feel every dirty little fantasy you've ever had about Alice's perfect tits, about bending her over a library table and stuffing that tight pussy until she screams your name. I can make that happen. I can make every girl on campus drip for you. All you have to do is let me stay… and feed me."
His cock throbbed, traitorously hard against his thigh.
"Feed you… how?"
"Sex, Alex. Raw, filthy, sheet-soaking sex. The more you come, the stronger I get. And trust me," her voice dropped to a moan that licked down his spine, "I'm very, very hungry."
He dragged a shaky hand through his hair. "I'm going insane."
"Probably. But I'm also the best thing that's ever happened to your sad little virgin cock." A teasing hum. "So what do you say, master? Want to make a deal with the devil's worst enemy?"
Alex stared at the dark ceiling, pulse roaring in his ears.
He should be terrified, but confusion didn't leave no room. A soft girlish voice was speaking in his head saying a bunch of nonsense.
But, he was harder than he'd ever been in his life.
"…What exactly do I have to do?"
Isabella laughed, delighted, wicked, promising every sin he'd ever dreamed of.
"First? Get some rest. Tomorrow we can start… and maybe we'll find Alice along the way. I do love girls with big butts too~"
Alex groaned, half horror, half hunger, and flopped back onto the pillow. He tried to convince himself he was just hallucinating as the voice stopped...
His life was probably going from lonely to completely fucking unhinged.
And tomorrow, apparently, he was going to fuck his way through it.
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