Blog Unbound: The Anna Drake

Disclaimer: This adult short story is a work of fiction. It is meant for those eighteen and older. There is sexual and graphic content. All characters are eighteen or older. Though there are inspirations from other fictional sources, any similarity to real people, live or no, is merely coincidental.

Author’s Note: This is part three (Day) of my Night and Day Trilogy, which includes the Blog Flash The Dawn (Pt 2) and the Unbound Story The Demon (Night, Pt 1). The stories pose specific questions. How far will an actor go for their role? How far should they go? The roots of these stories lie in such tales as the Passions Multiverse Eternity and the Unbound Story The Demoniac MethodDay follows the fairly unknown Jessie Crane, who lands the role of a lifetime as the antihero Succubus Anna Drake of the popular book series being adapted to film. Using her training as a method actor, already a big fan of the books, Jessie works to bring the Anna Drake to life. Enjoy!

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The Anna Drake

Jessie Crane came home excited. Though she and her husband were working enough as actors to make it a career, Jessie never had a strong leading role. In her grasp was her key to that leading role. This was no “B movie”: real producers, real writer and director, moderate budget for the first film. It was based a popular novel series The Tome of the End or Drake’s Chronicles (after the last novel). The filmmakers were leaning toward using the latter for the films’ branding. There were eight books in the obviously apocalyptic, contemporary series, with the first book and movie The Choice of Transformation. The first book chronicled the effects of once thought to be supernatural beings merging with Human Society too early, and starting a chain of events toward destruction or an uncertain future.

The part was of antihero Anna Drake, a Succubus reluctantly forced into the middle of an unstable world. The character, as described, looked arguably like Jessie: dark brown hair and eyes, slim yet athletic body, above average hight. Anna was no Demon — none really existed in the series, but she was not that angelic either. The future rested on her choices, while she refused to make them all in the first book, causing incredible uncertainty in the subsequent novels. She was utterly unpredictable. As a spoiler, none of the choices she makes in the whole serious are completely expected, and many of them were not beyond selfishness. It all led or leads to the plot of Book VIII The Final Chronicles of Anna Drake, where she chooses a third path of equality, but at far greater cost than if she chose to rule the world. Many saw her as their eternal queen by the last book, but she hated and refused that.

“I don’t think I know that smile, Jess!” her husband Jack exclaimed.

“I got it! I’m gonna be Anna, Jack!” she said so happy, hugging him tight. “The contract’s gonna be drawn up this week, but this is happening!”

“Good thing you’re a big fan!” he laughed, while they sat on their couch. She did love the books.

“It helped!” she laughed. “They were really blunt in today’s meeting. They wanted an actress with a recognizable face, but they didn’t want a big name like Anne Hathaway or Scarlett Johansson. I don’t think they knew who they wanted. My interpretation blew them away. I didn’t do anything that was expected, and that was what they were looking for.”

“Hey, how are you gonna do this?” he asked, knowing she was capable of method acting. He had no interest in going that far with his roles.

“Well, you how far I’ve been trained to go. Then there’s how I kinda always wanted a character like Anna … I’m gonna go all the way with this.”

“You want me to start calling you Anna?” he asked lightly.

“Sure, why not? I’m not gonna get nutty, I don’t think. I’ll still be me. You don’t have to call me anything but Jessie until I sign that contract!”

He kissed her full lips lovingly, and she kissed him back hungrily. It was so deep, passionate, loving, and even lustful that he was taken aback. “Woah! That was different …”

Jessie smiled lovingly. “Hey, gotta start getting into character at some point!” she joked. Jessie was a regular abuser of the Pill, and while Jack often wore a condom anyway, such impromptu sex was far from alien.

To both Jack’s great surprise and joy, Jessie pushed him down onto the couch. They quickly removed their clothes, before Jessie humped widely on her knees. The moaned and grunted in great pleasure. Their loving passions grew greater than either ever knew possible. Jack’s mind melted away, while Jessie’s thrived. She felt more alive than she ever did before. Jack was too mindless to want the pleasure to reach its inevitable climax, but that was what Jessie wanted. Feeling her own climax nearing, Jessie humped Jack more wildly, feeling herself and he with equal ferocity. With Jack erupting a split second before, they exploded with great passion …

They lay next to each other in the deep afterglow. Both were quite amazed at the quality of what they just did. It wasn’t uncommon for them to go more than once, but even that didn’t compare.

“Where did that come from, baby?” he breathed.

“You know!” she teased.

“OK …” he shook his head with a smile. “Just don’t drain me too much, Succubus! I like to work, too!”

“Sure!” she laughed.

* * * *

Jessie was called into the main producer’s office at fairly new Grand Box Studies, which was a moderately sized film production company just outside LA. They often produced low budget, independent films (budgeted no more than ten million USD) under the Grand Box Independents banner, but also produced moderately budgeted films (budgeted forty to sixty million USD) like Drake as well. Their independent films normally did well, while larger films normally also worked, albeit to a lesser extent. Though The Choice of Transformation was tentatively given their almost standard moderate budget at forty-five million, this was to be a big gamble for them. The only other movie series they produced was The Vacationers, a moderately budgeted comedy series that bombed by the second movie. The first had a cult following, but was destroyed by critics. The second was only made because of strong home media sales of the first. The second film had weak home medias sales, while the plug was pulled long before.

While firmly shaking producer Robert Lang’s large hand, Jessie’s eye caught a prominent, framed poster of The Vacationers II: Honey, I Lost the Kids behind his dark wood desk.

“Yes, that one …” he said, glancing at the poster Jessie noticed. A big smile was on his face. He wore a dark blue business suit without a tie, presenting himself as serious yet casual. “A reminder not to be an idiot! Please, have a seat, Jess.” He motioned to the couch with a the multipage contract on the glass coffee table. “Would you like anything?”

“Oh, no thanks, Mr. Lang.” She sat on the blue fabric couch. It was a touch firm, but rather welcoming. She was a bit early, and expected her agent soon.

“Bobby, will do fine, Jess. Assuming you’re as good as the others say, I want to be at least friendly.” He was genuinely charismatic. Jessie assumed dollar signs pumped through his veins, and didn’t fully trust him. Still, them man clearly had an eye for art, out of the independent films he produced. Assuming he liked the script, he practically handed over the up to ten million USD check without any further influence on the film. His company even took on the full costs of advertising and releasing, albeit taking the helm at that point. Even the larger films were rather hands off at his end.

“You know, I really am glad to be working for you again,” Jessie said truthfully. Two years ago, she had a supporting role in the successful parody About the Night Before, and the production was very relaxed and even fun. She secretly liked to describe many other production companies as “Tight Assed Productions” to the chagrin of her agent.

“Yes, yes, The Night Before. The was produced under Darek Jacobs with Penny Louison directing?” He was a Big Picture Guy, and often let details slip.

“Yeah, based on that short story Opps! I really enjoyed that one. My friends recite the jokes to tease me!”

They both laughed.

“Sir,” the speaker in the glass table buzzed. “Ron Jackson is here.”

“Send him in!” Bobby responded.

The graying, gaunt Ron walked into the room with his tweed jacket, brown pants, and brown polo shirt. He was as consistent a dresser as he was at finding prospective roles.

Ron and Bobby shook before sitting next to the casually dressed Jessie. The agent and producer knew each other professionally for years.

“So, let’s get this done, Bob.” Ron was never one to waste time.

They looked over the contract. Almost everything was as expected: obligation to appear in all eight films (if produced) as Anna Drake, only she can play Anna Drake, insurance, etc. She agreed right there that she would do as many stunts as she could within reason before they called in her stunt double, who also will serve under the stunt coordinator and choreographer. Jessie wasn’t too comfortable without an exit clause, other than if the series was not completed, but Ron assured her that it would be impossible to recast her.

One interesting aspect of the contract involved sex scenes and nudity. Obviously, a story with a Succubus would involve an abundance of that, so that was not a problem. The contract was worded in a way that gave her the option of simulated or unsimulated sex to be discussed with the director and screenwriter, while being aware that no part of her would not be exposed. Though unsurprising, this brought Jessie and her agent to the discussion that two cuts were planned: One R rated cut for wide theater distribution, and one NC-17 “director’s cut” for limited theater and home media distribution. Both cuts were planned to be packed into the BluRay. Jessie was fine with all this, and Bobby had no trouble with her not deciding on how to do the sex scenes right then. Even unassimilated, the sex scenes were more than heavily detailed in the book, so the director’s cut that Bobby and the director wanted was inevitable.

Outside of the contract they discussed the tentative filming schedule for the series. It was on Grand Box’s special Flexible Fast Track. While production was to move forward as quickly as is possible, there would be no complaining by any of the film’s producers if they were behind. Also, an exact release date would not be set until about halfway through production, while advertising would place it for the next year as incentive. Assuming the first is successful, the succeeding films will made back to back under the same scheduling style. So, there may be at least a two year release gap between the first and the second, but the rest should fall to only a one year release gap. It was to be grueling no matter how well they stuck to the schedule, but Jessie wanted it.

* * * *

Jessie came home to Jack looking over a screenplay. He didn’t look pleased with it, but some jobs were just to pay the bills. He was also in contention to become a regular on the popular sitcom All Fluff, whose scripts didn’t make him much happier than the one he held.

“Hey, Jess,” he said, pleased for the distraction, “got that contract signed?”

“Yup!” she answered happily, placing the contract packet on the table.

“That’s not a good spot for it!” he teased. She had a special file cabinet for contracts in their home’s office.

She sat next to him, and gave him a quick peck on the lips. “I wanna talk about the contract first.”

“Sure.”

“Now, you’ve read at least the first book. I’m gonna get naked in front of the camera; every part of me may be filmed. As for the sex, I have the choice to do that for real. Either way, there’ll be scenes with both men and women of varying ratios, so they could never make this anything less than hard R. There’s even gonna be an uncut version. Now, I think I do want to have real sex in this film for realism’s sake. I just wanted to know what you think first.”

He was taken aback. He did indeed read the first book, but he wasn’t thinking about the more adult content until that moment. “That’s a wake up call, Jess!” He deeply sighed. “I don’t know. I mean, yes, do what you want. You’re method acting here. You’re playing a Succubus. We both know it’s not real … This is the role of a lifetime. Besides, I know Anna has only two loves no matter how many they allow her to take to their bed.”

“Thank you, Jack.” She kissed him lovingly with the same hunger as before.

“I love that kiss, Jess! Hey, now that the contract’s signed, do you want me to start calling you Anna?”

“What else would you call me?” she said sultrily. With both hunger and love on her face, she mounted him on the chair. “This Succubus is starving, and wants to celebrate!”

Without any resistance on Jack’s part, Jessie as Anna threw away his belt, and forced his pants and underwear down, freeing his ballooning cock. She humped him hard and passionately, occasionally kissing with both great love and lust. Jack was both aroused and secretly scared looking into his lover’s eyes. The Jessie he knew was deep inside, while not really buried. Jessie became the core of Anna, like a kind of ideal. A great hunger bled from her at the same time. Combined, the woman making love to him could only be called Anna.

“Oh, gah … ANNA!” he cooed, keeping with the promise of calling her by her character’s name. She was an amazing actress, even when she didn’t immerse herself in the role. He almost could forget the real woman underneath.

“Oh, yeah, Jack! Love always makes the Sexual Energy so much sweeter!” she cooed moments before Jack came hard into her. Her deep, guttural orgasm came was a split second later. They held each other, while Jack’s heart raced …

They were making out naked in bed in the way that they were both already addicted. A half hour ago, Anna threw out all but the sexiest of her underwear, which she would now only wear without anything else.

“Hey, let’s do something different, Jack!” she breathed lustfully.

“What do you suggest, Anna?” His mind was already mush from the deep kiss.

She smirked, subtly looking behind her. “I’m a virgin in only one respect.”

“What?”

“My asshole has never even been fingered. Take my anal virginity, Jack!” she exclaimed excitedly.

Anna went to all fours and visibly relaxed her backside. “Uh, we don’t have any lube …”

“Fuck lube, Jack! Just ram my ass like it’s the only thing you ever wanted to fuck!” she growled.

Spreading her tight, fully athletic ass cheeks, he rammed his long solid cock into her. She growled like an animal first in clear pain, but soon in clear pleasure. Jack’s mind melted further at the shear passion of it. To his joyous amazement, the alternate hole felt as good or better than her pussy!

Jack couldn’t believe how amazing and wild it all was. The look of her firm, swaying breasts made him drool. He lost all control over himself. All Jack wanted to do was explode his hot seed deep into her deflowered asshole.

“Oh, gah … That’s it! ERGUH! This is even better than I expected!” Anna cooed wildly.

Jack moaned and grunted like a wild caveman. In a loud growl, Jack’s hot cum spewed into Anna’s ass, making her cum with great energy.

Almost the moment Jack removed his deflating cock from the deflowered ass, Anna let the cum flow out of her ass into her hand. She lapped it up like an excited addict. “Yummy!” she cooed almost orgasmically.

They happily lay next to each other. Jack was utterly breathless, while Anna looked joyous. She slowly closed her eyes, and fell asleep …

* * * *

Jack woke up drowsy that Saturday morning. It was after ten, which wasn’t that late for him. He rarely worked weekends anyway. Still, it was very unusual for him to wake up still wanting more sleep.

After throwing on some clothes, Jack walked into the kitchen. Anna was there rereading The Choice of Transformation with a cup of coffee. She was in her rather enticing blue workout clothes: tightly woven sleeveless top, skintight capris, sneakers. The only thing different was that she was clearly not wearing underwear (her nipples were outlined). Her silken skin sexily glistened from sweat. She never smelled bad form it, though, and went on jogs most mornings. Jack often joined her, but he was never the morning person she was.

“Morning, Jack!” she said all bright eyed.

Jack could tell she was in a kind of “meta-mode,” where she was more pretending than being the character. “When do you get the script, Jessie?” he asked, slipping out her real name.

She smirked. “Monday. They called me a few minutes ago, Jack.”

“Hungry? How’s your ass?” He was genuinely concerned, sitting across from her. A cup and hot coffee pot sat between.

“Oh, I’m fine, Jack!” she said happily. “I’m not sore at all. All that sex yesterday was amazing! I woke up at five this morning with so much energy.” She normally woke up around seven. “I only got back twenty minutes ago.”

Jack poured himself some coffee. “That’s good!” he laughed a little, feeling really close to his wife.

“How are you? You look a little tired.”

“Oh, I’m fine. I guess you need to force me on more jogs!” he said with a smile. She was always more athletic than Jack.

Looking Jack over with a devious smile, Anna untied her shoes, and removed them. Feeling up Jack’s legs with her sweaty feet, she said, visibly melting back into pure Anna Drake, “The books like to talk about how I’m open to different things.”

Oh-guh …” Jack grunted the moment her foot started to rub his cock through his jeans.

“You asked if I was hungry, Jack? Let me answer. Cum is the perfect breakfast for a Succubus, you know. Their’s vitamins, natural sugars, protein. As it’s created out of sexual passion, it is of course infused with that, too. As a Succubus can’t hump every one’s leg freely, a Succubus certainly derives plenty of nutrients from other food sources … So, I would like my breakfast now. I certainly enjoyed eating what you gave last night …”

Unable to pinpoint the moment it started, Anna was wildly, perfectly stroking his cock. It was in that moment, the moment before his mind became utter mush, that Jack realized that every sexual act she does as Anna is absolutely fantastic. It was so good that she was building a fetish for feet within him. He never had anything against feet before, though, and they once even viewed a web page devoted to her apparently five star size nines as a joke!

Fully in character, Anna genuinely wanted to eat his cum again. She had no intention of stretching out the moment. With loud, guttural grunts he blew his load so hard all over her feet and ankles that his balls hurt. Anna even came pretty hard herself, without even touching herself!

Drooling, she stretched her goo covered feet to her mouth, and lapped up everything. She cooed and moaned in an almost orgasmic state. Her eyes rolled back into her head, deeply breathing. The sight was so breathtaking for Jack that he found himself growing aroused again.

Looking at her cleaned feet shimmering from her spit, a look of total amazement bled through. She broke character, and Jessie said, “Fuck! I’m really gettin’ into this!”

“Jessie?” he breathed.

“This is me Jessie, speaking, Jack,” she said, eyes not leaving her wrinkly soles. “For a moment I actually believed I was deriving the passions from your cum … Shit, cum really is good.”

“Are you all right, Jessie?”

“I feel great!” she exclaimed. “I’m having so much fun, Jack. I gotta get back into character, though. Practice.”

Still a touch out of breath, Jack said, “OK … Anna. You still hungry?”

“I think I can force down some more passion, Jack,” she teased, falling back to Anna.

“I wanna feel the back of your throat my cock, Succubus. If your blow jobs are half as good as your foot jobs …”

“Just as good!” she interrupted. Licking her full lips, Anna slowly crawled under the table. She grasped the solid cock with her strong, silken hand, and inserted it all the way into her mouth. Anna sucked and twirled her tongue like pro, making Jack moan almost as much as Anna. Her humid mouth seemed made for this, while it was the first time she ever sucked him off, outside his own fantasies. It didn’t take long before he erupted hard with passion down her gag-less throat. She came, too, at the wondrous passion, coos muffled by the exploding cock in her mouth. Her eyes rolled back into her head, while she milked him dry …

* * * *

“Jessie!” The director and screenwriter Jenna James greeted in her office. The thin, middle aged woman had medium length brown hair, and wore tight jeans. She was clearly a professional by her demeanor, but not overbearing.

Jenna was with the other screenwriter the acclaimed Robert Louison, who had yet to fail at adapting a book to film. The pot bellied man had greying black hair, and wore a tucked in grey T-shirt and brown slacks. He was known to be a bit of a clown when in the right mood.

The author of Drake’s Chronicles was there as well. Janet Maxine Perez (J. Max Perez on her book covers) had both a screenwriting credit and the story by credit. She was in her mid thirties, and a rather attractive though plain, slim brunette. Never exactly what most fans pictured: gaunt or overweight, but never in between. She wore tan capris with a matching blouse. Never involved in screenwriting before, she was very hands off in the scripting process, while she had final say on the production script. She vetoed last week’s draft not because it was bad, but because she claimed they held back on the sexual scenes. There was to be an unrated version after all! She was finally all smiles with the final final production script, though.

Jessie, who shut off Anna Drake, was ridiculously overjoyed to meet the author of her favorite novels. She was like an exploding teen at a generic pop star’s concert or a Princess Leah cosplayer meeting Carrie Fisher for the first time.

“I should’ve come in character, Ms Perez!” Jessie cooed rather loudly, shaking the happy author’s hand. She was wearing a pair of tight jeans and a matching tube top.

She laughed. “Anna would probably seduce her creator just to say she fed off her creator!”

“A certainty!” Jessie confirmed.

“All right, we all got schedules!” the director chimed. They all sat on a chair before the conference table. Three copies of the script lay on it with the printed title “Drake’s Chronicles: The Choice of Transformation” in bold. “The first read through will be in half an hour, as we discussed over the phone. I know I’m looking forward to finally seeing everyone!”

The first read through went as well as expected. Many of the film crew also attended, but because of the grueling production schedule, they could not stay the whole time. Bobby Lang stopped in as well, sitting in for about a scene before saying that everything seemed well in hand, and wishing them all good luck. That hands off performance from Lang was a very good thing, because he was known to be derisively verbose if he wasn’t happy.

There was a bit of experimenting with if and how they were to present internal dialogue and narration. While not to the degree of, say, Dune, the books had a degree of internal dialogue. Jessie as Anna read the narration and internal dialogue in one shot, and read without in another. Jessie’s stunt double Charlotte, who already volunteered to read the non-dialogue portions, read the narration instead in another shot. It was enough for them all to agree that they should retain some internal dialogue to be recorded later, while the actor should memorize it all for the part. The telepathy dialogue was never to be chopped out. As for the narration, they all agreed that they should retain the beginning, middle, and end bits for Jessie to record later, while the middle narration may be removed if it seems redundant in the rough cut.

* * * *

Jessie as Anna passionately ground herself on her costar Brianna Beste, who played Captain Lisa Andrews. The character was Anna’s lover, who was later joined by another, and knew all about Anna. She was a warrior at heart, yet equally as gorgeous. She had dark brown hair, five feet and nine inches in hight, and quite athletically built. Though, she was described to look like a “tomboy” in uniform. She commanded the USS Roosevelt (youngest and first woman to do so), and was mentored by the current Chief of Naval Operations Admiral Jack Robertson.

Anna knew nothing of who Lisa was when they first met in a bar. They were both drawn to the warrior within them both. Lisa’s sexuality was a closely guarded secret to anyone she didn’t trust until the recent allowance of open sexuality in the Armed Forces. Even then, she only reveled it if asked.

They both moaned and grunted wildly in the genuine sex scene. Sweat trickled down their brows. This wasn’t the first take (the forth). Brianna never had a sex scene before, and her subtle awkwardness turned into giggles at first for everyone. This take, they were going all the way. Anna drooled at the passion she was absorbing. It was rare for a Succubus to absorb naturally released passion before orgasm, and she reveled in it. They passion was even better, because they were making love, which was the most wholesome of feeds for a Succubus.

Now, they were approaching an amazing orgasm. The director was not as professionally pleased as he pretended, but pleased nonetheless. They screamed in a loud and joyous orgasm.

“Oh, my captain!” Anna teased, wiggling to the side of her lover on the couch.

“ … Shit …” Lisa barely stated. “Yup, you drained me, Succubus!” Anna revealed her nature to Lisa just before the events of the first story.

Smirking at her lover, Anna found herself sitting on the cable remote, and casually turned on the TV.

“Idiots discussing idiots whining about a president that isn’t that bad …” Lisa groveled tiredly. She was a political moderate, and as a soldier, tried to avoid politics. She especially hated seeing interviews with Members of Congress, especially when they’ve done more whining than legislating.

“Well, it’s hard to say why this wasn’t well known, Stephen, but they are humanoid,” the man on the TV stated.

What?” Anna asked toward the TV.

“They look like us,” the commentator continued, “and if they die, all they have to do it say it’s against their beliefs to be autopsied. Of course, Vampires, Succubi, Witches, and others were essentially already known. We just never knew the full truth. I gather that their overall leadership decided to not hide themselves anymore.”

Lisa and Anna looked at each other speechless.

“For those just joining us,” the anchor Stephen Coulson stated, “I am here with Evolutionary Biologist Richard Hawkins discussing the fantastic revelation from this morning. The Council of the Elders, as they call themselves, publicly revealed themselves to Human Society.”

“Oh, shit …” Anna breathed in shock.

“You didn’t know, Anna?” Lisa asked amazed.

“You know I don’t exactly go to meetings! Most Succubi are independent minded, and the Council always hated that. I don’t even hold elegance to an old clan!”

“What does this mean?”

Anna sighed. “The current leaders see themselves as pragmatists, even though they’re probably worse politicians than yours! I told you that they were forced to accept neutrals, who they designated the Triens Viae, within the last decade, and that shook them up. I don’t know their game, but that change is a part of it. Humans certainly have advanced, though, and maybe they just don’t want to think of more ways to blend in anymore …”

Enjoying the first day of shooting, Jessie, more or less not in character, sat in her trailer picking at a light salad for lunch. She just wasn’t that hungry. Someone suddenly knocked on her door. She opened the door to see her stunt double and unofficial trainer Charlotte. The two could’ve easily passed as sisters.

“Hey! Forcing another jog on me!” Jessie joked, letting her inside.

“Maybe later!” The two were fast friends.

After sitting on the couch, Jessie asked, “So, what’s up, Cherry?”

“I got promoted! I’m still your double and trainer, but I’m also Stunt Coordinator now.”

“Oh, OK. I guess you’re all right with the extra work load!”

“It’s centered on you anyway, so it’s not that much extra.”

“So, what happened to Bob?”

“I’m not sure. Apparently they fired him last night. He was kinda grumpy the last couple days about something. He’s not answering his cell. Well, I only met him on this job. Anyway, they let me name a couple Assistant Stunt Coordinators, so I can keep working closely with you. They’re not really promoted, but that’s their title now. I was acting as an unofficial Assistant under Bob. Guess that’s why they gave me his job.”

“Hey, it’s a grueling schedule no matter how much Big Box claims they won’t complain about delays. It can make or break anyone, Cherry.”

Charlotte chuckled. “I don’t think we can break you!”

They were both very happy about their growing friendship. It was necessary. Plus, assuming she worked all eight films, Charlotte had a near one-hundred percent chance of consistently working with or for Jessie long after the films. That was job security in her career.

Jessie then pleasantly asked, “Hey, do you wanna stop by for dinner with my husband and me tonight, Cherry?”

Uh, sure, Jessie … I’ll be meeting with the stunt crew at five to finish the Coordinator transition to me, name my Assistants, so I should be free by seven.”

“Great! I’ll text you the plans after I talk with my husband later.”

A few minutes after Charlotte left, she heard a knock on her trailer door. She opened it to her husband.

“Hey, superheroine, thought I’d surprise yah!” he exclaimed.

She gave him a deep smooch, and leading him in, she teasingly corrected, “Superhero!”

They sat on the couch. “Already have lunch, Jessie, ah, Anna?”

She smiled, “I was just picking at that salad. Not too hungry …” She looked down to his crotch. “Got a few minutes; wanna do something a little weird?”

“Oh, it’s been weird!” he laughed.

“OK, I’ll take that as a yes, Jack!” She started rubbing his crotch through his pants. “Stand in front of my salad, if you please.”

He scurried over. It was all indeed weird for him, but he loved it! His pants and underwear were suddenly pulled down, and from behind, she excitedly stroked his already solid member.

“Oh, fuck, Anna! … ERRR, hand’s so fucking soft!” he growled.

“I didn’t have any good dressing,” she breathed deeply into his ear. “Why don’t you give me something homemade?”

The pleasure was almost brutal, while he was utterly lost in it. “Oh, yeah … Here it comes! FUCK-ERRRRAHHH …”

Anna joyously cooed in perfect time. With apparent perfect aim by Anna, cum spewed all over the leafy plate. Jack’s legs turned to mush, and she guided him back to the couch.

“Yummy! Thank you, Jack.” She munched away happily at the tastiest salad she ever had …

* * * *

Charlotte sat down before Jessie (Anna) and Jack. They were happily eating the roast chicken, and heartily downing the red wine. They made some small talk prior, after Charlotte and Jessie signed the contract for Charlotte to be Jessie’s main stunt double.

“This is great, Jack! Do you always cook?” Charlotte exclaimed happily.

“Not as much as I want to, Cherry. You know the trade off: Crappy job or no, you gotta pay those damn bills!” He drank down his glass, and poured another.

“Oh, I know!” she slurred subtly. In spite of being very athletic, she was a bit of a light weight. Jack was, too, but not to the same degree.

“I just can’t get over how much you look like my wife! You could be her sister,” Jack laughed slightly.

“Maybe she is!” Jessie joked. The two weren’t related.

“We’re lucky I look so much like her! Have you seen some action movies?”

They all laughed. Some movies have some of the worst lookalikes for stunt and body doubles.

Charlotte emptied the bottle, and Jessie went to grab another. Jessie then realized something. Her husband and Charlotte were definitely a touch past tipsy, but Jessie felt fine. Sure, she felt the alcohol a little, but she already drank more than normal. It was a strange thought. Yet, the answer to her seemed obvious: the stress of the job and greater degree of physical activity probably lessoned everything. She had her dream job, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t the biggest stress of her life. The movie could destroy not only hers, but also many other careers if it didn’t work, if she didn’t work.

“I’d bet you could tell us a part if the light was off, Jack!” Charlotte joked, while Jessie placed the opened bottle of the table. They helped themselves.

“Hey, you look a bit off, baby,” Jack observed, “what’s up?”

“Oh, everything’s just riding on me, but we knew that!” She finished her glass, and refilled. “Let’s just drink some more!” She downed half the glass happily. “What were you two talking about?”

“Cherry’s comin’ on to me!” Jack joked. He was drunk.

“I look just like you! What would be the difference?” Charlotte joked.

“Well, maybe it’s time for the real fun!” she said as Anna. “First, finish those glasses.” They did so. “OK, Jack, open up those pants so Cherry can give you a foot job under the table. I’m perfectly fine with it as long as I have your cum.” She turned her head to the amazed yet quite drunk guest. “Cherry, give my husband a footjob, and enjoy it!”

Jack drunkenly obliged, while Charlotte removed her shoes and socks. Almost before anyone knew it, Charlotte was happily stroking Jack’s cock between her wrinkly soles. Her feet were actually a touch larger than Anna’s, but just as sexy.

“How does her feet feel on your cock, Jack?” Anna excitedly asked with a growl.

“Fucking awesome, baby!” he cooed.

They all moaned happily, before Anna pulled back her hair, and leaned down to suck off the tip. The tasty precum dribbled down her throat. They passion was almost endless for the three of them.

Anna leaned back up, and made out with her mind melted husband. “You gonna cum all over her pretty feet, Jack?”

“My cum’s gonna smother them!” he growled impulsively.

In a loud grunt, Jack spewed his gray goo all over the new friend’s feet, Anna orgasmic cooing at the eruption. Almost on automatic, Anna went to her knees, and hungrily licked the soft soles clean.

“Fuck, your mouth feels so good around my toes!” Charlotte cooed.

Swallowing the last bit of the cum with her eyes rolled back in pleasure, Anna exclaimed, “Let’s keep going!”

Jack and Charlotte looked at Anna as Jessie amazed, yet not in opposition.

“You said Jack couldn’t tell us apart, right, Cherry?”

“In the right light …” she smiled almost deviously.

“Drink some more wine, Jack. Cherry and I are gonna go to the bedroom. We’ll meet you in the living room. Just leave the old lamp on.”

Charlotte and Anna scurried to the bedroom like two excited schoolgirls. ‘I’d fuckin’ love it if Cherry randomly kissed me!’ she though to herself out of how much fun they were having.

In the bedroom, Anna turned to the happily drunk Charlotte. “So, here’s the …”

Charlotte suddenly gave her a big, deep kiss. “Oh, sorry …”

“Nothing to be sorry about, Cherry. We’re having fun.”

“I’m, I’m not …” she slurred. “I’m just so happy … You know I am bi.”

“Don’t be so sheepish. You kinda told me that when I was sucking cum off your long toes, Cherry.”

“Now, I know I got some stockings and underwear that look the same …” She rummaged through her drawers. “OK!” She removed two pairs of identical black silk stockings (one still packaged), two black silk panties, and two black satin bras.

The two quickly stripped naked. Though Charlotte already saw Anna naked, this was not the case the other way around. They did not detract from her beauty, but her muscles were quite distinct up and down. It was clear she worked out starting early every the morning, and did yet more physical activity on the set.

“Great body, Cherry!” she exclaimed breathless and aroused.

“Thank you, Janna, yours is amazing, too,” she slurred, fusing names.

They quickly slipped on the underwear and stockings. “I’ll follow your lead, Cherry. Pretend to be me.” She spanked Charlottes firm ass hard, and exclaimed, “Let’s go!”

They scurried down the hall to the living room. Jack sat quietly in his drunkenness, ready for anything fun.

They sensually walked into the dim room with Charlotte ahead. The lighting and the alcohol did indeed make the two look almost identical.

“So?” Charlotte asked.

“Who’s who?” Anna added.

He really wasn’t sure. It was like he was seeing double, and almost was. He pointed to Anna. “You’re my wife … right?”

Sticking with the game, Charlotte chimed, “Guess again!”

“Guess I can’t tell you apart!” he exclaimed amazed.

The two women sat on both sides of Jack, and they all started to make out.

“Maybe we are the same women,” Charlotte said slyly.

“Maybe you are seeing double,” Anna added.

“There’s only me here,” the two said at the same time.

Charlotte began to suck off Jack’s throbbing cock, while Anna made out with Jack lustfully. He didn’t last very long, and soon came hard into Charlotte’s mouth. Jack slowly passed out from alcohol and the sex.

A moment later, the two women were hungrily making out. Anna somehow drank all the orgasmic cum left in Charlotte’s mouth.

“So, who is who?” Charlotte half joked.

Anna lustfully smiled. “Right now, I just wanna fuck myself.”

They removed their bras and panties, and moved into a scissor filled with love and lust. In their moans and coos, they hungrily licked and sucked each other’s silk covered feet. The smooth silk enhanced the passion of it all. Soon, neither thought of anything by the lust and love filled pleasure. They were like two animals in heat. Sweat dripped down Charlotte’s brow, falling into her wide open mouth. Their grunts and growls were almost inhuman, wet pussies smashing together. Looking deep into their dark eyes, they screamed in monstrous orgasm …

Anna sat quietly in her bed naked. Jack was finishing up in their bathroom, while Charlotte was staying in their guest room. Charlotte was both a little too drunk and wiped out to drive home.

Jack crawled into the bed next to Anna in his boxer-briefs and sweatpants. “Fuck, Anna, that was insane,” he breathed, still sounding a little drunk.

“You’re welcome, Jack!”

“Are we really done for the night?” he joked.

“Well,” she replied deviously, calling his bluff, “I think I’m up for just a little bit more, Jack …”

“Oh, sure, OK …”

“Just hump my face. No one’s done that to me before!” She was more curious to see if he would do it.

“Um, OK! Never done that before.”

Anna was a little surprised to see Jack obliging, pushing off his few clothes. He straddled her face, and quickly awakened his tired cock. Automatically, Anna opened her mouth wide to accept the meal. The fleshy thing slid all the way down to the back of her throat, while he humped forcibly. Though she had a little trouble breathing, there was no gagging. She found herself enjoying the onslaught, if only out of the sheer love and passion of it.

“Oh, yeah! Your mouth feels so damn good, Anna. I love you so much …”

Anna gurgled, trying to say how much she loved him.

She truly felt his love and passion flowing into her even before his hot semen barreled down her wanting throat. She came herself in a powerful orgasm, feeling wonderfully satisfied …

A couple hours later, Jessie, not actively trying to be Anna, quietly hopped out of bed. She couldn’t sleep. Her mind was racing in thought. She was acting and feeling so much like a Succubus that she was starting to worry about her sanity. Character acting was supposed to bring the actor intimately close to a role, but they could always shut it off. Jessie simply felt like Anna Drake the fictional Succubus, and realized an inability to shut it off.

She walked into the bathroom, flipped on the light, and closed the door behind her. Her reflection came into focus, eyes adjusting, on the door’s tall mirror. Jessie looked deep into her eyes, trying desperately to make herself feel like Jessie again.

After a few moments, something clicked. It was somehow instinctual. Jessie realized that feeling like a Succubus was feeling more like herself than she ever had, and that she only thought she felt like Anna Drake.

“I can’t be a Succubus … Can I?” she whispered to herself, coming to understand the truth of herself. Jessie was obviously deriving sustenance through sex, while she finally realized how little else she was eating. She should have looked pale and sickly, like someone with anorexia. Yet, she looked healthy, vibrant, and strong, stronger than she ever looked in her life.

“I am a Succubus …” she whispered slowly to herself. It was all becoming clear to her out of a kind of evolved instinct. She was no Demon; though, perhaps there were Succubi like that. She was born a Succubus of love, lust, and passion, but never experienced enough sex to unlock what was inside until she received the role of a lifetime. Her mother, she sensed, was a Succubus, too, but never unlocked that.

There was so much more. Jessie’s very spit had the power to heal others, allowing Jack to handle all the remarkable passion they were making. She’ll age very slowly now, in relation to the level of sex she had. And most remarkably, she sensed the ability to physically transform herself.

Jessie tightly closed her eyes, continuing with instinct’s teachings. She opened her eyes to a room so bright she quickly shut off the light. In the mirror, she saw her pupils became two vertical slits, which became ovular in the dim light. Concentrating, she willed distinct upper and lower fangs into existence, while she made her skin turn a deep red. Her finger and toenails became black, and grew long and sharp. She then lifted herself onto her toes, feet slightly elongating, becoming subtly catlike. The whole of her spine tingled, and a thick red tail with a distinct point grew outward. At the same time, retractable wings grew out from top of her spine between the shoulder blades. Subtle pressure then built on two distinct points on her forehead. The almost imperceptible hairs grew outward and together forming dark brown horns, which curved backwards over the dark brown hair on her head.

Jessie quietly laughed at the extravagant form she became. To herself, her instinct this was parody. Her true form was what it always was. Jessie Crane was merely flexing her awakened self.

She swung the thick, prehensile tale around to her mouth, and she sucked it off lustfully, while lightly rubbing her wet pussy. The transformation, the eroticism was making her incredibly hungry for sex, but the education was necessary. She then moved the wetted tail into her almost literally hungry snatch, shoving it deep. Holding herself onto the door, she drooled all over her false self in her ever growing hunger. Her loud orgasm almost blinded her with hunger that she needed to understand and handle.

“Everything all right in there?” a drowsy sounding Jack called from the bedroom.

Drooling and smiling at the same time, Jessie walked back into the lit bedroom to a shocked Jack.

“Am I dreaming, Jessie?” He recognized her as Jessie, while more shocked at being aroused by the site than afraid.

“No, my Jack,” Jessie subtly lisped through her powerful hunger. “I have always been a Succubus. Our wild fucking woke me up! And I’m sorry, but we have to do some more wild fucking!”

Jessie leapt on top of the powerless Jack, ripping off his pants and underwear. She humped him wildly, carefully making out with him at the same time. Her teeth were sharp — she didn’t want to hurt him, but her spit kept him viable. Her claws ripped into the bed sheets in the wild love making. Jack soon found himself sucking the silken tail without abandon, before it found it’s way into his ass to stimulate him in ways he never dared dream. The pleasure from behind made him feel more virile than he ever though possible during sex. They growled and moaned like wild animals in the hungry onslaught.

Jack suddenly burst into an epic, mind blowing orgasm, while Jessie came wildly a moment into his. Jessie then plunged her sharp fangs into Jack ripe neck. Passion filled blood spewed down Jessie’s amazed yet very receptive throat. After taking several good gulps, she pulled out, and quickly slobbered over the wound until it visibly healed. They lay next to each other, starring into each other’s eyes, breathless.

“Oh, my fucking God, Jessie …” Jack breathed. “You drink blood too?”

“Only at the point of passion, and only when necessary, Jack … This form is really just a parody. The body you know is real me …”

“Holy fuck!” Charlotte cooed at the door, awoken by the wild sex. She wore a bra, panties, and Jessie’s silk robe. “You really are a Succubus, Jessie!”

“I am more me than I ever was,” she said to them. “I’m gonna need some more, you know, so I can change back to my real form. Wanna help, Cherry?”

“OK …” Charlotte perhaps always suspected Jessie was a real Succubus, but rationally never put any clout into that. Now, she was simply relieved that Jessie was clearly not some sadistic Demon, clearly leaving Jack more than alive.

It was in that moment Jessie understood her empathy not only in sensing other’s emotions, but also in reflecting back into others. Jessie loved Charlotte, as she loved Jack, so they fully accepted Jessie without question. It was why they didn’t question Jessie’s games, created out of instinct, earlier. And perhaps, there was yet more to learn. Jessie finally beckoned teasingly with a sharp smile, “Well …?”

“I guess I’ll make this a part of my exercise regimen!” she excitedly exclaimed, pealing off her panties …

* * * *

The films overall production was a whirlwind. Many film critics and commentators found themselves weary of what they assumed was a rushed production, when the reality was that Jessie Crane never needed many takes, especially for the more erotic scenes. Big Box was often criticized for “rushing” production, even though none of their films ever looked rushed in the final cut. The actually smooth production allowed Big Box to secure a favorable early summer release.

While not breaking records except in Canada (expectations were higher), the film did well financially, and held its own against a couple sequels of well established film tent poles. Though most critics agreed that its erotic nature was not for everyone, the film met with strong acclaim, especially for its accuracy toward the source material. Combined with the further ticket sales of the unrated, limited release director’s cut in the fall and international showings, the film made over 600 million US Dollars worldwide. The sales for home media (unrated and hard R), which was released in tandem with the director’s cut, were also quite strong. The film went on to achieve multiple nominations, winning five overall: Saturns for Best Science Fiction Film and Actress, Golden Globes for Best Actress and Screenplay, and an Oscar for Best Adapted Screenplay.

There was little doubt the next film was to go into production sooner than later. Big Box still applied their special Fast Track scheduling, but this time for the entire series. Robert Lang was, however, quietly prepared to end the series if the second film did poorly. That turned out not to be a problem, Part Two fully outdoing its predecessor in at least ticket sales. The unrated version was of course released soon after. Though it didn’t win as many awards, the film still met with critical acclaim, and at least received more nominations than its predecessor. The tent pole was established. Jessie would have to wait until the final film to receive more Best Actress awards for the Saturns, Golden Globes, and even Oscars, while the film even won an unprecedented Oscar for Best Picture.

After winning her awards for the final film, Jessie Crane announced a “semiretirement” from acting, and her becoming a film producer, establishing Mysterious Crane. From then on, she only worked on low to mid budget films, many of which experimental in nature, while often co-producing with Big Box. Charlotte naturally shifted to Jessie’s personal trainer and regular stunt coordinator for Mysterious Crane. Though he was sheepish about being hired by his wife for even one role, Jack’s career improved dramatically after staring in Mysterious Crane’s drama about a figure head monarchy Family in Ruins, and became a well known character actor. Nothing turned out as Jessie Crane once expected, but she was more than pleased.

And one last thing: Jessie Crane most certainly revealed to Janet Maxine Perez how accurate she was on her depiction of Succubi.

Blog Flash: The Dawn

Disclaimer: This fictional story is meant for adults only: 18+. It contains highly sexual and graphic themes, many of which may not even be possible. For adults, enjoy!

Author’s Note: This is part two of my Night and Day trilogy, which started with The Demon, and will conclude with The Anna Drake. The Dawn functions as a narrative bridge between the two. Enjoy!

The Dawn

I woke up at dawn that morning a half an hour before my alarm, moist from a very wet dream. My job as an Assistant Production Designer came to me rather suddenly. I met this amazing woman Ava Mendez a month ago. As an actor, Ava had connections in the industry, and easily found me a job. It overlaps a lot with my education, but I set it up so the part time job gave me course credits. I think about Ava whenever I’m not with her.

Ava’s feet were shoved deep in my pussy and mouth the other night, while I madly fingered my ass … My mind often flashed to our sexual escapades. I’m not the same Casey I was a month ago. The more Ava and I fuck, the more I change.

I walked naked to my shower. I rarely wore anything to bed anymore. The lights briefly blinded me, before I turned the shower knob. While the water warmed, I looked at my tired self in the mirror above the sink.

Ava’s strap on dildo plunged deep into my ass. I grunted loudly in pleasure through her forceful thrusts. She fingered my dripping pussy at the same time …

I blinked, coming out of the vivid memory, and walked into the hot shower. I lathered my taught body with great want. Yes, I lust for myself now. Ava did that to me. Indeed, the more we fuck, the less love I seem to feel. At the same time, I feel more and more powerful as a person. YES, YES! I’m top of my class, I fuck myself like a champion, I’m all but leading production design! I’m so fucking good and forward that I already signed a contract to work on the upcoming Succubus Anna Drake series over at Big Box.

Oh, God, my nipples are already so hard! I squatted down to better finger my ass at the same time. My whole fists easily found themselves inside both holes. I kept thinking about Ava’s slim, powerful body intertwined with my own. We’re both so fucking hot! While I now lust for myself, my lust for her is beyond anything I ever knew.

I lust for the Ava Mendez, the actor that made a deal with Demon to become a Succubus! The Succubus, whose signature is permanently scarred on my inner thigh from her powerful bite. The Succubus, who is corrupting me. The Succubus, who is transforming me into something new. Seeing the last of my body hair silently fall down the drain, I knew my transformation is all but complete. OH, God. OH, MY FUCK! I’M CUMING!

Soon, my lust for all shall corrupt my very being …

Blog Unbound: The Demon

Disclaimer: This adult short story is a work of fiction. It is meant for those eighteen and older. There is sexual and graphic content. All characters are eighteen or older. Though there are inspirations from other fictional sources, any similarity to real people, live or no, is merely coincidental.

Author’s Note: This is part one (Night) of my Night and Day Trilogy to be followed by The Blog Flash The Dawn and the Unbound Story The Anna Drake (Day). The stories pose specific questions. How far will an actor go for their role? How far should they go? The roots of these stories lie in such tales as the Passions Multiverse Eternity and the Unbound Story The Demoniac Method. Night follows the fairly well known Ava Mendez, who landed a good yet very dark role in an upcoming miniseries with her as a Demonic Succubus. She studies extensively for her role. Enjoy!

Unbound Edition: eBook

The Demon

Ava Mendez looked over her latest script. Like many of her roles, it was rather racy, sexy. She was a beautiful, slim, light skinned brunette, whose bright blue eyes broke all down. Her C-cup breasts were easily as perfect as her silken size nine feet. She started as a model, but quickly moved to acting. As an actress, well, actor, she liked the more R rated roles, and had no problem with nudity. While often on the verge of being typecast as the sexy brunette, her roles were rather diverse: mother, scientist, cop, and now, a woman accidentally possessed by a Demon. There may be a sequel miniseries if it proved successful.

This character was to be one of the primary characters in the premium network miniseries. It was to be an original storyline about the woman’s ultimate transformation into a Living Demon by a Demon (episodes one through three), and her role in ending the world (episodes four through seven). The producers and writers were to experiment in a story where “evil” wins, and in a very specific way.

The resulting Living Demon is basically a Succubus, who infests the world with a lust virus. That virus eats away a Human’s ability to love at the genetic level, while the lust it genetically enhances isn’t just of sex, but also for things like power. However, it is purely a sexually transmitted decease. While it definitely infects men, only women can transmit it. Men can change within the first week of infection, but women, contagious all the while, typically carry it for up to a mouth before showing any signs of change. At the same time, the virus slowly makes most women forceful leaders in a never tiring exploration of lust, merging their estrogens with their androgens into a powerful and sole sex steroid (“endrogen”), while all body hair withers away. In men, endrogen makes them more like their counterparts, but incredibly passive. Indeed, men even loose most of their body hair as well!

Being a bit of a method actor at heart, Ava wanted to learn about the more fantastical. This wasn’t a part of her rational belief system, so she didn’t know much about demonology. She had no serious stress over this, assuming at least the writers did some of their own research.

* * * *

A week after receiving the role, Ava found herself walking up the steps to an aging Victorian household. It was peaceful and secluded. She was studying demonology all the while, but found no serious satisfaction in it, wanting to go to the source. The self proclaimed demonologist Andrew James pointed her to multiple books on the subject. One of the names that appeared very often, including as author, was Cherry Daniels, who described herself as a “Gray Witch.” The description simply came down to her being pragmatic, and not necessarily caring about either good or evil. Daniels described herself as the kind of Witch that observed and implemented everything equally.

Cherry Daniels lived about two hours away by highway up in the northern edge of Victorton, California. There were may other names referenced, but this was the closest that didn’t seem too crazy to Ava. Though, demonology was at the very least nutty to her.

An attractive, mid thirties woman opened to door before Ava rang the doorbell.

“Ah, you must be Ava Mendez. Please, come inside.”

Ava politely followed. “I guess you saw me driving up!”

“Who needs a crystal ball when you got big windows!” she quipped.

They made their way down the hall. Though a bit on the dim side, perhaps from the time of day, it was very comfortable. Wood paneling lined the lower half of the walls, while blue patterned wall paper lined above.

They soon casually walked into a very modern office. A round table sat in the middle, doubtless for the occasional seance, and a young looking wood desk sat before the window. A lightly aged laptop sat on the desk They politely sat opposite sides of the desk.

“So what can I do for you, Ava?” she asked pleasantly. “You said you were looking into demonology over the phone.”

“Yes. Like I said, the miniseries is apocalyptic. I’ll play the Demonic Succubus that corrupts the world.”

“Happy ending?” she asked sarcastically.

“Depends on your definition! There is a Succubus!”

“You’ve read my books, and every ones else’s …”

“I … Well, I like to go to the source of things for my research …”

“Do you want to talk with a Demon?” she interrupted.

“Err, I guess it would lead there eventually.”

“I figured as much! They are a shifty bunch. It often takes talking with more than one to find the truth. It’s not necessarily dangerous for your soul or mine. It just may take many interviews.”

“I’m really looking for the right feel and understanding. If I’m told the truth, great; if I’m told lies, even better.”

“I see.” She nodded. “I know how to function as a Medium. If you are willing to wait an hour or two for preparation, this can be done today. Unlike the average spirit, Demons relish the chance to say hello. Talkative, bullshit or no. I just need to set up the proper protections. You’ve seen the Exorcist, I presume. There’s your idea!”

Time past fairly quickly, while Ava closely observed the woman’s preparations. It wasn’t that complicated to the outside observer: placing lit candles at five points in the room; a chalk drawing of a pentagram on the round table. A thick, disgusting looking liquid was ultimately imbibed by Cherry. The steamy substance made them both gag!

“OK, Ava, I need you to sit at the table.”

She did so.

The Witch sat on the opposite end, and stated professionally, “The chant I am about to do, though most assume it should be, is definitely not Latin. As I’ve said in the books, the language used for any ‘magic’ is irrelevant. It is always intent. Using Latin or any dead language is just to amaze the tourists. It all really comes down to what you’re most comfortable with, and actually knowing the language. The language I like to use is Macedonian, the language of my parents …”

The Witch closed her eyes, and pointed her head downward. She spoke slowly, deeply in the old Slavic Tongue. Knowing some Russian from a prior role, Ava picked of some of the words. To her, she heard something to the affect of “I call into darkness. Let me be your vessel.” Most was lost on her, though, save for the general unease the tone gave her.

Suddenly, the chanting stopped, and she looked up with empty eyes.

“I can see into your mind, child, that you don’t believe any of this,” she growled with an odd echo Ava couldn’t explain right then. The woman’s eyes faded into a haunting black.

“Doesn’t matter what I believe, Cherry,” she explained, cynically using the Witch’s name, “I am studying.”

“I am Penny, a Demon of hell, my disbeliever,” she taunted. “I see in your mind what you want.”

Ava told the Witch what she wanted to learn, so there were no chills. Still, she was thrown off by the less than archaic name given.

“You want a Demon inside you, a Demon to corrupt you, a Demon to make you a Living Demon.”

“Well, is that all possible?” she asked academically.

Sure, but a Living Demon is very rare. I only know of one, but she became something else almost right away. That is the trouble with that species: there must be a purpose to the transformation. However, that purpose can make the Living Demon a stepping stone, rather than conclusion. You clearly have a purpose, but lets go over the details … You want to become an immortal Demon Succubus. Even rarer as a subspecies of the Living Demon. No rape and pillage, just fucking and corrupting at the heart. Would you also like the virus as well?”

Ava smirked, and almost said yes. However, she wanted to moderate whatever this was. “Well, not exactly. I’m not that epic! I think … Yes, how about a good fucking from me would instill the fictional virus’ effects. No contagion. Nothing for anyone to spread, as only I am capable of making the changes through fucking. A single fuck won’t cause any permanent physical changes. It would merely be an extension of the sexual corruption a Demonic Succubus inflicts. So, the changes — faster if I feed on the soul as well, would come out of continuous fucking, feeding.”

The possessed Witch nodded. “Easily done, my dear. Now, we already have the parameters fully laid out in your mind. Here is how I will make this work for you. You will make a Deal with me. I will follow the terms of the Deal with the parameters clearly laid out by you. There will be no fine print; that is not my style for those that want specific things.”

“Won’t that Deal damn me to Hell?” she asked sarcastically.

“Not the Deal itself. As all Deals are different, I cannot always accept a soul as payment in the traditional sense. Regardless, it all depends on what you do after. Plus, as an immortal, you can still be killed, but I’ll say that is unlikely.” There was a subtle incoherence to her words, like a shifty salesmen working on quota and commission.

“What is the payment for the Deal you’re offering?” She was genuinely curious.

The darkened women chuckled deeply. “Demonic Deals aren’t all that simple. You can reverse them, and even defend yourself upon death over some of them. You know, selfless acts! For you, I won’t need your soul to drag to Hell for demonization, as I will do that here.”

“I don’t understand …”

“You would allow me to make you a Living Demon! I won’t have to drag your soul anywhere. This is simply worth my time, because I am making another Demon. All I need is permission to do what you ask.”

“Well, I can’t see a better way to learn all this shit!”

“Nor can I!”

“Let’s do this! You have my permission.” Ava really didn’t believe any of it, but was loving the usable experience. Thus, the permission was truth out of her willingness to learn.

“How Lovecraftian! I get to break down a rational mind.”

The room suddenly went black. For the first time in the whole session, she felt genuine fear and discomfort. She felt utterly naked. The darkness somehow felt alive, and smothered her exposed self. She couldn’t breath. It was as if the darkness was forcing its way into her. Instinctually, she felt the urge to fight back, yet she had no idea how. At the same time, she knew she was powerless against it. The black void began to implode with her at the center. All the darkness could do was fall into her body, her soul. She then remembered the permission she gave to the Demon, and instinct changed its mind. Without any conscious control, Ava opened her very being …

The room was suddenly back to its dim orange lighting. Cherry looked at Ava curiously with her now normal eyes.

“Well …” Ava breathed, feeling normalcy fall back into place. “That was a hell of a show!”

Indeed,” she smirked. “Did you get everything you needed, Ava?”

“Yeah!” she answered excitedly. “Everything I was looking for …”

Pleased with her “research,” Ava shook hands with the self described Witch, and left …

* * * *

Ava was looking over the scripts on the couch with a new eye that evening. She planned to read more books on demonology, but felt there wasn’t anymore to learn there after the “demonic” events she experienced. She convinced herself it was all show, while truly pleased at how much it taught her. Almost conflicting, yes, but that was what she wanted. As an actor, affecting fiction as reality was her profession.

Her boyfriend Ron suddenly walked into the living room. “Shit, you look really beautiful!”

“Thanks!” She was wearing a tight blouse, short green shorts, and flip flops. “Can’t say I was trying, Ron! How’d the shoot go today?”

“Eh, all right. The director’s finally finding his way with the thing. So, we’ll see how it goes …”

“Reshoots?”

“Probably.” He always hated that, especially how it gummed up his personal schedule. “I don’t know what it is, but you look really amazing, baby …” He leaned down, and gave her a deep kiss.

An idea suddenly crossed her mind. “Hey, this may sound crazy, Rob, but I wanna do some foreplay!”

“OK …” He agreed, amazed. Perhaps out of how they were both actors, neither even considered foreplay. Yet, he never could say no to her when it came to sex. “What do yah have in mind? You wanna practice your new role?”

“Not exactly … I wanna model for you. I’ll slowly get nude, and we’ll eventually have sex.”

“I thought you hated modeling …” he observed bewildered. “You always hated how it objectified you. That’s why you quit that, right?”

“I guess, but I just wanna do something weird and almost taboo. I … I want you to … objectify me. I wanna know what it feels like for you to objectify me, and just fuck me for my body.”

“All right. This is gonna be weird! I guess I’ll use my cell’s …”

“Great!” she interrupted. “Just don’t send the pics anywhere!” she half-joked. “I gotta warn you how passive I got whenever I modeled. That was the job. That training will probably kick in. You’ll have to tell me what you want.”

“Uh … Just stay right there. The lighting actually is pretty great.”

Ron slipped out his phone, and started to take picture of his gorgeous girlfriend. “That’s great! Just ask casual, babe. Keep flipping pages.”

She did so with a falsely content smile. That mask barely hid how much she was already hating the session. Yet, she wanted it. She wanted a weirdly erotic encounter. Through the disgust, Ava began to feel something she never thought possible in that situation: arousal. There were going to screw their brains out, and all that disgust guided her to that fact.

Rob enjoyed the session in ways he didn’t expect. For the first time, he felt lust toward Ava. He liked it, but it was a strange at first.

“Great, babe. Now, lay back and relax … GREAT!” He truly enjoyed manipulating her. “Undo those blouse and pants buttons. Fuck you are hot!”

Every time she felt disgust for being controlled, Ava thought about the hot, angry sex it was to become. It made Ava’s pussy grow warm, as Rob’s solid cock pressed against his jeans.

“Open that blouse; lightly touch your breasts,” he said deeply. In the heat of the moment, Rob no longer saw Ava as the woman he loved. Now, Ava was just a sex object to him for both ogling and fucking. “Drop off those flip flips … Yeah … Amazing! Squeeze those tits, and rub that pussy.”

She rubbed her hot pussy and firm breast through her black underwear hard to better escape the disgust. One can only transfer negative feeling so much!

“Fucking get naked!” he growled. Sure, Rob has seen her naked many times, be he had yet to see her naked as a sex object. He was almost feeling impatient to see a nude sex bomb!

She did so with a fake but convincing smile.

“Fuck yourself,” he ordered, snapping away.

Ava rubbed her silken soles on the felt armrest, as she buried her hand into her humid pussy. Her free hand squeezed her firm breasts, occasionally venturing elsewhere. She moaned and grunted almost angrily, failing to hide how much she hated herself for enjoying it so much, and hating Jack for objectifying her.

Fuck yeah! I can tell you like this, slut.” He never spoke to any woman like that before. There would have been amazement with himself, if he wasn’t so damn lost in the moment. “Cum for the camera. Then I’ll fuck you.” He had no urge to fuck “Ava”; he just wanted to fuck the “hot thing” before him. The lust was pure.

Sweet sweat dripping down her brow, the angered, fully objectified Ava exploded in the most primal orgasm of her life.

In the mind numbing afterglow, Ava saw the remarkable lust in Rob’s eyes. If this wasn’t what she inexplicably asked of him at the start of whatever this was, she would have smacked him. Rob put down his phone, and removed his clothes faster than she ever saw. His healthy cock visibly throbbed in anticipation, as her soaked pussy twitched in its own.

Ava wasn’t exactly sure what to expect. She’d never been “fucked” before. She’d only ever “made love” with others. What was about …

Rob rammed his throbbing cock into Ava’s wet pussy, mounting her a moment before. It was wild and rough, too rough. He cared nothing for her pleasure, only satisfying his own. She grunted loudly, primally, while she started to enjoy it. It was all so different, so remarkable for both. It was all lust: She already pleasured herself to orgasm, so it was his turn to pleasure himself to orgasm. Thus, they were making lust long before it was fully understood.

“Yeah, FUCK ME, ROB!” she screamed in utter lust.

Errguh! So GOOD!” he growled. “UUUHGUHH …” he grunted, blasting more cum into her than he thought possible. His body shuddered.

Lust satisfied, they kissed lovingly, breathing deep. To Ava’s confusion, the kiss seemed almost alien at first, but the feeling passed.

“That … was something else!” Rob exclaimed. He didn’t want to admit it to himself, but he felt different toward her. Not accepting the difference, there was no rational explanation for it. “I love you, Ava.”

“I love you, too, Rob.” She gave him a good smooch. She, too, felt different toward Rob, but admitted it, somewhat. It was like their love was tainted with lust, and she wasn’t sure if this was a bad thing. They did do something very different sexually with each other. Obviously, that would have some kind of profound affect, though! “How’d the picture come out?” she finally asked.

“Oh …” He looked oddly sheepish, grabbing his phone.

They reviewed the images. Objectively, they were truly remarkable. Ava looked beyond beautiful from casual start to erotic finish.

“This … may be my best shoot,” she said quietly.

“Really?”

She nodded amazed. The lust derived from it actually made her like having those pictures done. Everything changed out of that revelation. Maybe, just maybe … “Yes.”

“What?”

“I think I could be OK with modeling again.”

“But, you always hated it,” he said confused.

“You’ll be my photographer. We’ll always fuck after or during. It’ll all be art, and we’ll get some extra money out of it.”

“I, I guess … You hate being objectified …”

She smirked. “Yes … but I want to do this anyway. I just never came like that before …”

“I guess. Sure, why not? Do you wanna sell these?”

“No. They’re for you. Put it in you porn collection, and jerk off to me. Seriously, that’s the point of them: me as a sex object. You know what? I think you should replace all that porn with me, and jerk off to me. You know all the work I’ve done! I know it sounds kinda weird, but if you’re gonna to do all those objectifying picture of me, you might as well get used to me sexually objectified.”

“Weird, but I can’t say no to that!”

* * * *

The next day, Rob was researching professional cameras. His photography course several years ago in college was a helpful start to this project, but it was several years stale.

Thinking about Ava and the crazy sex they had, Rob found himself growing rather horny. It was the kind of taboo schoolboy horny, hoping his parents wouldn’t come into his room while jerking off. It was exacerbated by about how Ava seriously wanted him to masturbate to her.

Shaking his head at going with the old school horniness, Ron plugged in his phone, and transferred to photo session to his porno drive. He always felt awkward about having one, especially after Ava found out about it. An awkward story! The conclusion was that she was only unhappy about not being told about it, and let him keep it “for now.” Anyway, he rationalized Ava wanting to become a part of that drive as a kind of out for him. The jerk off drive stays, but with only media of Ava. Strange, yes, but far less so with only his girlfriend on there.

Rob highlighted all other data on the drive, and trashed it. He then set his laptop to start permanently erasing it all (more than 500gb worth!). At the same time, he set of folders in a related way to how it was: general pics, clips, fetishistic. As for the latter folder, Rob alway had a mild foot fetish, which Ava used for good foot rubs, while he was always open to alternative things sexually. That curiosity always aided in their sex life, and enabled him to enjoy the new sexual play.

After tossing all of Ava’s pictures into their folder, he set the pictures up in a slide show, and freed his ballooning cock. He starting whacking off hard to the sexual being calling herself Ava. It was strange at first, but Ava was simply hot! She was so damn sexy. Like a porcelain doll come to life for the purpose of pleasure. Maybe he didn’t fully understand it before, but he understood how he was feeling toward her now: lust. Yes, he felt a powerful lust toward her. It felt so damn good. How many men and women were pleasuring themselves to her at that moment, he wondered. Images and videos of the sex bomb were everywhere on the internet.

Just thinking about finding and jerking off to more of her brought him so close. So close …

Oh, what’s happening here, Rob?” Ava asked from behind teasingly.

Rob turned his head to see the image of his desire. She wore a gushy white robe and rubber flip flops. She glowed with sexuality.

Ava was amazed to see the animal look back on his face, but found herself more than happy to see it again. “Tell me what you want me to do right now, Rob.”

Rob quickly swiveled his chair, hand still on his cock, stroking on automatic. “Humph … Take that fucking robe off; suck me off,” he grunted.

“OK, but only if I kiss you open mouthed after you cum in my mouth. We’ll share your cum.” Ava wasn’t exactly sure why she made such a sick deal, but had no intention of going back on it.

“Fuck yeah!” he answered impulsively, even though eating his own cum should have been repulsive.

Ava dropped her robe, and sensually walked over. She went to her knees, spread his legs, and slowly inserted the pre-cum covered member into her humid mouth. Rob grunted almost as wildly as she. Ava sucked him off before as part of a birthday wish, but she didn’t enjoy it all that much. Now, she couldn’t enjoy it more!

Seconds later, Rob blew a massive load into Ava’s mouth with a deep, guttural grunt. Unlike her neutral feeling before, she really enjoyed the taste of his cum! She made sure he was completely milked, resisting the incredible need to swallow, and quickly stood up to make out with the wanting Rob. They moved the salty, gooey juice with their tongues, moaning happily. Rob certainly did feel a moment of revulsion, but it quickly passed thanks to both Ava’s intense sensuality and cum not tasting bad with oddly musty flavor.

Swallowing happily, they leaned back, and smiled at each other in both love and lust. Rob fully admitted to himself that he now felt lust toward the woman he loved. It didn’t bother him, though. She was gorgeous, and clearly felt the same way toward him. He saw a blob of his cum dripping down her chin, and slowly licked it off her silky skin.

“I never thought I could feel lust toward the woman I love,” he said amazed.

“Well, I’m the hottest thing you know!” she teased.

They laughed.

“Let’s explore this, Rob. I mean, I’m already gonna be your personal model that you’re gonna fuck every session. So, let’s put it all together. No limits.”

“Sure!”

* * * *

Ava was driving to a porn and fetish shop about an hour from home when she received a text from her agent that the first table readings for her show were coming up next week. With all the research, she didn’t realize how soon production was to be. It almost seemed like they were rushing production, but she was one of the last to be cast.

Parking in front of The Pleasure Basement, Ava realized there were no paparazzi there. She chuckled at the irony of it: “Ava Veranada fetish freak?” Amazing headline for a career making picture, but this was completely out of character for her, while she was better at ducking the renegade photographers than most. The trip was for research and modeling, but that wasn’t a good headline.

She casually walked into the mid sized building. A goth dressed woman sat texting on her phone behind the counter. No one else was visible. Her name tag said her name was Casey. Her skin was about a light as Las Angeles would allow, being lightly tanned. She wore all black attire: tight T-shirt, jean skirt, black stockings, and low cut leather boots. Her already dark hair was dyed black, while her nails matched.

Knowing the clerk might tweet she was there the moment she had a chance, Ava quickly walked up to her. “Hi, Casey,” she greeted casually. “I don’t normally come to places like this. Maybe, you could give me some advice.”

Casey looked up to the customer with her deep green eyes. Her eyes went wide. “… Ava Mendez?” she chimed.

“Yeah … Casey, I’m actually studying for a role for that coming supernatural series, I’m sure you know something about it! I want to keep me being here quiet. I don’t wanna go on all the talk shows just to talk about that ‘Fetish Freak’ article!”

“Oh, of course, Ava!” She pocked her phone. “What can I do for you?”

‘A devoted fan! I’d bet she’d fuck me at a moment’s notice!’ she thought aberrantly. “The role has the character doing, well, a lot of weird lustful stuff. Possessed by a Demon that brings out that kind of thing.”

Casey shot up happily, and started to show Ava around. They had an array of pornographic DVDs and “vintage” VHS, a variety of dildos and sex toys, books (fiction and academic), latex clothing, and just about everything else. They used their space well!

Still, Ava found herself less and less interested in the products. Her eyes kept exploring Casey’s body. Firm yet full ass, long legs, flat stomach, D-cup breasts. Casey wasn’t an athlete, but she was very healthy.

“How old are you, Casey?” Ava impulsively asked.

What? Oh, twenty-three. Thought I was younger?” he chuckled.

“No. Just curious. You know, research. What brought you to this shop?”

“I dunno. Needed a summer job. I’m studying filmmaking.”

“Cinematography?”

“They got a better name for it, but that’s most of it. I wanna be a director.”

“That path can work. Maybe I could see if there’s some internship or job at the studio I’m working with right now. Won’t be for a couple months, but I could look into it for you.” This wasn’t the first time she helped a young upstart. Ava always wished she was discovered long before she did modeling.

“That would be awesome! Thank you!” She hugged Ava tightly.

The smell, the feel of the sexy woman pressed tightly against her aroused Ava more than she ever thought possible. It wasn’t that Ava was a bisexual; it was out of the lust they could make. They both had bodies made for fucking, and it would be a shame to waste that opportunity, she thought. Lost in the moment, Ava asked, “I wanna try some things on with your help. Is there a dressing room?”

Still in Ava’s strong arms, Casey answered, “No, not really …”

“A back room perhaps. I wanna try on a double sided dildo. I need to know if it will properly fit in all my holes. I want you to help me with that, Casey.”

Casey had a slightly confused look on her face, while she quickly realized that she had no will to say no to the actor holding her. “OK … We’ll grab a dildo on our way to the back room. The boss isn’t here today, so I can get away with closing for lunch.”

Ava kissed her deeply, lustfully in thanks, with Casey returning the favor. Ava kissed a woman before on film, but this was a first for Casey, who really liked it. Casey then scurried down the quiet aisles, grabbed a pink monster, set up the “will return” sign at the front, and locked the door. She scurried back to show the customer the back room.

Ava lustfully, hungrily began to make out with the receptive Casey. The lust of the kiss was overwhelming. It drove her as wild as the excited Casey!

They pulled off their clothes wildly, impulsively, revealing their healthy, gorgeous bodies. After making out using their entire bodies, Ava almost threw Casey onto the musty couch. Ava took the shiny black dildo, and deepthroated it wildly, drool quickly dripping down the rubbery thing. Casey watched the lustful scene jaw dropped. Slightly smirking even with the dildo down her throat, Ava grasped the member, and thrust the opposite end it down the throat of the surprised Casey, who gagged briefly before wildly blowing it away. Drool flowed freely.

Ava then pulled their heads together, forcing the rubber member deep down their throats. Neither could breath, but it didn’t matter, feeling their lips collide. They briefly made out as best they could with the flexing member deep inside them, before pulling back. Massive wads of drool escaped their mouths with the member. They gasped for air at the same time.

Ava lay back, and forced the black thing into her tight, wet pussy. She audibly growled in her great, uncontrollable lust. “Let’s scissor, Casey!” Ava growled.

Without hesitation, Casey moved herself in toward the wild Ava, who forced the dildo into her virgin pussy, obliterating her hymen. Casey at first grimaced in pain, but the more they thrust with the dildo within, the more she was overwhelmed with pleasure. They thrust wildly, moaning and grunting like animals, dildo disappearing between their kissing pussy lips.

Ava’s eyes caught Casey’s sexy size sevens, and growled, “Black polish … ERRR-guh. I wonder if they taste like licorice!” She quickly shoved the foot down her mouth, thrusting it like the dildo. It didn’t taste like licorice — indeed, only her big toes had the polish, but its silken feel and subtly salty taste blew her lust filled mind. At first it was all the lust of it that took her, but soon, she found it to be utterly delicious!

“WOW … Oh GAH … No one’s ever sucked my feet before! So fucking good!” Casey cooed.

Ava pulled out what her mind was starting to see as food, and a thick blob of spit trailed. “Suck my feet, too, Casey. I, ERGUA, I know they’re delicious!”

Soon, they were both licking and sucking their feet widely, wetly, making them thrust their hips harder. While Casey was enjoying the foot like a crazed fetishist, Ava was finding herself lustfully hungry for the foot flesh. She was actually fully open to eating every morsel of the foot from flesh to bone, but she quickly decided that eating it would mean she could never enjoy it again. She chose a compromise of lust. “I KNOW you like biting, Casey!”

Ava bared down on the somehow untouched, dry heal with her mouth, tongue, and teeth, breathing in the mouth watering scent. She bit the heel hard, making Casey moan passionately, before dragging her teeth and tongue. Like and expert, Ava picked up and consumed the dry skin joyously. The act was inhuman, but Ava didn’t feel Human right then with the all consuming lust. She moved up the sole to the toes, and began to nibble at the big toe’s flesh. She nibbled at the corners until skin was liberated, while never quite taking enough to draw blood. She soon moved to the other toes without polish. The lust blinded woman liberated yet more skin with great passion and hunger, while chewing off chunks of toenail. They soon switched feet, enjoying the twisting dildo within them, and they resumed their respective foot attention. Ava moaned like she was a wild animal in heat eating the bits of the woman’s foot. Casey of course did her fair share of biting, but never consumed like Ava.

Ava soon found herself in a powerful orgasm, filled with hungry drool. Casey looked surprised, not having cum yet herself. “Just keep fucking yourself on me until you cum, Casey!” Ava growled in her afterglow. Casey did so, cuming a few moments later.

Breathless and not yet satisfied for reasons she did not yet fully understand, Ava pulled herself away, removing the well used dildo. Putting the wet dildo in her mouth to suck off the cum, she crawled on top of the overwhelmed Casey, who automatically opened her mouth. They sucked off the dildo until there was nothing left but the rubbery taste.

Ava put the dildo on the table next to them, and said on impulse, “Not bad for your first time?”

“… Amazing …”

“Good … Just remember, Casey, you can’t get it that good with mere love. Lust is the key. No timing, just fucking. If your own lover can’t give you the right amount of lust, you’ll have my number …” Ava then began to understand her hunger for feet: it was really a hunger for Casey, the woman with which she just made lust. “Now, before I make a big purchase here, I wanna give you a very special autograph. It’s for you and only you. I know you will like receiving it as much as having it.”

Ava licked and kissed her way down Casey’s heaving body, drooling. She could smell the blood coursing through them woman’s veins. She soon found her way to Casey’s inner thigh, slick from pussy juice and sweat. Unlike with the foot, Ava was not going to hold back. She bit the thigh hard, so hard she broke the skin. Her teeth just sank in once the skin gave away. Casey moaned loudly with joy overriding obvious pain. The woman’s salty, hot blood poured into Ava’s hungry mouth through tingling teeth. She joyously drank, almost tasting the lust they created just before. Ava never felt so inhuman, but it all felt so right to her that she didn’t want to be Human. Having her fill, she grabbed their panties, and pulled back, holding the wound with the undergarments.

Teeth red from the blood, Ava stated, “Let’s wrap you up, Casey, then you can help me finish shopping …”

* * * *

After reading a text from Rob about buying a professional digital camera, Ava sat quietly starring at the paper bags on her coffee table. One filled with dildos, latex, and lube from the adult shop, and the other filled with stockings, hose, and other various lingerie from the local mall. The taste of Casey’s salty blood lingered in memory. Something was wrong. The lust, the clothes, the photography, the blood. She was supposed to be studying not method acting. She thought back to the woman she thought pretended to be a Demon for the customer’s benefit. Ava never seriously believed in anything related to the occult, growing up in a pragmatic, agnostic home. Belief was just not a major part of her psyche. Yet, that Deal with a Demon was coming to fruition. She needed to know the truth …

Ava barged into the Witch Cherry Underwood’s home and workplace. The Witch quietly sat in her library sipping a brandy, waiting her next scheduled client. There was a slight surprise on her face, but she otherwise looked calm.

Underwood stood. “I didn’t expect to see you again, Ms Mendez. I have some time before my next client, would you like a drink?”

“What’s happening to me?” she growled impulsively, noticing how attractive the Witch was. Matching her eyes, Cherry wore a dark blouse with a matching skirt. She was rather voluptuous and healthy. The firelight enhanced her dark beauty.

“All that is happening to you is what you asked for,” she said straightly.

“What do you mean?”

“You already know, but still refuse to understand.” She turned to her ancient books lit by fire. They were almost alive in the way they permeated all senses. She took a deep breath, and continued, “Demonic Deals are far rarer than most pretend. Human Will is capable of just about anything. But sometimes, Humans limit themselves, and choose outside means of understanding.”

“Are you suggesting I’m making myself a Succubus by my own will?”

She turned back to her guest, and smiled slyly. “No. What I am saying, Ava, is that you could have with the right knowledge.”

“This doesn’t make any sense! There are no Demons.”

“Perhaps there is truth to that, my dear.” She turned to the fire. “There are no Demons in the traditionally accepted sense of which I know. All were Human once, whether they remember or not.” She turned back to Ava, and continued sternly, “As they were once Human, they hold the will to do almost anything, but are fully aware of that. A Deal with a Demon is a dangerous a cheat.”

“So you let this happen to me? You let me make a Deal with some Human twisted by Hell?”

Slightly angered, she answered, “You’re leading yourself astray! You were the first of all my clients to make a Deal with Demon I summoned. You said you were merely doing research into demonology, and I aided. You don’t specifically blame your TV for arousing you late at night, do you? The Deal you made with that Demon now within you had little to do with me. My actions as a Medium are defensible!”

Ava understood what the Witch was trying to tell her, and found herself calming. “I don’t want to believe any of this …” she said, gritting her white teeth.

“There in lies a weakness in humanity: belief. Not only do differences in belief lead to death and destruction, but also false confidence. In your case of disbelief, it still led to the latter, your disbelief forcing you to come to an understanding at all costs. I, for one, believe and disbelieve in nothing. All I know is what I have read and what I have proven materially. Belief and disbelief are dangerous paths.”

Ava fell onto the chair before the fire, rubbing her eyes. In the blackened vision she could feel the darkness inside her, as if it was passively saying, “Hello, my friend.” She looked up to the self assured Witch. “You’re not Human are you …”

“No, well, a subspecies, to use contemporary terms. We have access to power theoretical physicists still dream of. We’re not immortal, but I am far older than you think.” She sat on the chair opposite her client.

Ava deeply sighed. “I have always been an opportunist. That’s a secret I even kept from myself … I want to ask you how old you really are, but I find myself not caring. I think the Deal has moved forward enough that I can no longer renounce it. I’ve already done dark things … I didn’t just want to play a Demonic Succubus, I wanted to be one. I thought that was impossible, so when I had a chance to become one, even though I didn’t see it as real, I accepted. And you know what? I can’t find a reason to regret it!”

The Witch looked utterly fascinated. Like all Witches, they were synonymous to scientists, who studied the secrets of the Multiverse. “Well, when you finish your transformation, I would enjoy seeing you again, provided you leave me alive.”

Ava nodded darkly, accepting all that was happening to her. “We will definitely meet again …”

* * * *

Ava was undressing in her bedroom. Her plan was to surprise Rob, and do a kinky fetish shoot. Though the Demon within her was passively corrupting her, Ava now wanted to actively move the process along. She embraced the inevitable, which is what she wanted all among: Succubus. She trusted her already corrupted instincts. Love was no longer to be a part of her life.

Rob casually walked into the living room, tripod and camera in hand, and his jaw dropped. Ava sat cross legged on the couch. She wore all black: latex stockings covered with tight jeans, latex panties, tight latex dress, and latex gloves.

“Photogenic?” Ava teased.

He nodded, quickly setting up the tripod and freeing the camera. He didn’t plan on doing a shoot right then, but this was not an opportunity to pass up!

The moment the camera was mounted he started taking pictures. He knew he should have calibrated the camera for at least white balance, but post processing software made that less important to him. Besides, she was ready for a shoot right then!

“That’s great.” He snapped away. “You’re relaxing, but ready for anything. You wanna attract others in that outfit … Awesome!” Rob was already incredibly aroused, and found himself ready to order anything. “Touch yourself … A little more lightly … Oh, yeah, baby.”

Ava felt hatred toward the man she loved for objectifying her again. Yet, like before, this was what she wanted. “Fuck, you’re body’s so awesome!” he cooed. Ava now understood exactly why she wanted this: to destroy their love. Her corrupted instinct made that clear. The seed of lust was already planted, consuming their love, and she could literally see it growing under Rob’s pants.

“Fucking yes!” he exclaimed. “Now, slowly take those pants off. Yeah! Keep everything else on, and just fuck yourself for the camera. Don’t hold back. Don’t hide how this makes you feel. Let it all out by fucking yourself.”

Her mask melted away, revealing her disgust and arousal. She completely hated him for doing this. Rob was taken aback. The look was real, and ripped out his heart. “Fuck! I didn’t realize … But it makes you look even hotter!”

With all the disgust, hatred, and lust in her, Ava attacked her wet pussy with one hand, and violently kneaded her boobs with the other. It was hot and intense, almost like sex right after an argument, but yet more extreme. She lust for herself and rob at the same time. The shiny rubber loudly creaked at the action.

Rob removed the camera from the tripod, and started to take one handed closeups of the lust filled action. His other hand freed his throbbing member, and stroked wildly. Rob somehow knew this was the farthest from making love, while he found himself enjoying it more. For them both, the pleasure was never so intense via love. In that revelation, Rob suddenly came all over Ava’s latex covered chest.

Rob’s mind was mush, and Ava yelled, “Fucking eat it all, you piece of shit, Rob!”

He did so happily, loving the rubbery taste her attire added. Ava screamed in orgasm at the same time. Everything changed for her at that moment of true lust. The hatred toward Rob dissipated. Lust filled her thoughts. Out of the lust, she was joyous that she created lust through the pictures. That was why she always hated modeling: there was no love in it. Now, she could barely even feel love, while she now felt none toward the man licking his own cum off her chest.

“Do you love me anymore, Rob?” Ava asked seriously.

“I … No. I feel no love for you now. After that terrible look you gave me … That’s the simple answer.” Rob was amazed with himself. In a way, he still felt some latent love toward his ex-girlfriends, and felt as much love within him as he ever did.

“Go on …”

“I’m in lust with you!” he exclaimed in amazement. “I feel more drawn to you than any woman I’ve known, but I no longer feel love for you. I don’t wanna fuck any other woman unless you’re there. And you know what’s the most remarkable thing? I didn’t wanna love any other woman, because of how much I loved you. Even now, I still don’t want any other women. My lust for you is more powerful than any love I ever knew.”

“That’s very good,” Ava said darkly. “What I am becoming is not of love.”

What?”

“The first and longest step is to become a Living Demon. There’s a Demon passively within me. That allows it to corrupt me from the very core. An active possession would more or less save me from corruption, probably. Once the initial transformation is complete, I will be capable of becoming a Demonic Succubus. I suspect whatever remaining love left within me will be consumed by lust, but I’ll find out for sure soon!”

“I shouldn’t believe you — completely crazy, but I do,” he said. “It’s strange. My lust for you makes me incapable of finding any fault in your words. I am truly in lust with you, and will always be at your side.”

Smiling lustfully at him, Ava started to hear his heart thumping. She sniffed deep, and her mouth watered. It was the scent of his blood, the blood of the man that truly lusted her. The blood of the shopkeeper merely accelerated and clarified her transformation, for that woman did not truly lust for Ava. “Now, I must drink your blood to finish this part of the ritual.”

“It’s all yours!”

Ava pulled his pocket knife out from his discarded pants. She made a quick incision on the vein opposite the elbow, and began to drink. The taste of lust permeated the salty juice, while it flowed freely down her throat. She could feel her humanity withering. She then threw Rob to the floor, and ripped off her rubber-wear, growling loudly. The lust filled blood worked to finally finish her demonic corruption, initially fueled buy the passive Demon within her. Her body was aflame with lust and darkness, while her eyes almost painfully turned and haunting milky white, obliquely symbolizing the ultimate goal.

Holding his arm, Rob witnessed the almost subtle transformation, seeing it was mostly within her being. “Ava?” he barely called, woozy.

Ava quickly turned her head, near colorless eyes shaking him to the core. “I cannot explain how amazing this feels, my lust!” she cooed deeply. “This will feel even more remarkable soon!” She looked away, and exclaimed, “Penny! What’s next, you fucking bitch!”

One of Eva’s eyes turned black, and the Demon Penny said roughly through her, “Amazing eyes, Ava! So rare not to be onyx.”

“Will they stay that way?”

“Of course, you’ll still be a Demon, you stupid slut!”

“Well, what’s next?”

“I fuck you from within, as you renounce all the love left within you. We’ll always be connected from this, but I will only return at your desire.” The blackness in one eye faded back to the milk.

Ava’s arms suddenly flew behind her head like someone was holding them down, and she started to thrust her hips and grunt wildly. It felt as if a massive cock plowed into her pussy, impaling her brutally. It was almost too much at first, but the pure lust of it turned the onslaught into pure pleasure. She thrust and grunted insanely, actively renouncing all the love she had left, and embracing lust to fill the void. At that, she felt the invisible Demon cock spew its burning, dark seed into her. Her milky eyes imperceptibly rolled into the back of heard. The lust and passion of the seed invaded her very being, making her drool hungrily.  The dark seed forced her body and soul to process the lust and passion for the first time.

Starting at her very corrupted soul, an orgasm began to form unlike any she ever knew. She sensed it was a kind of confirmation of consummation. Her body then exploded in epic orgasmic lust …

Ava opened her now “normal” eyes, which she could change to their demonic white at will, while automatically changing on orgasm. Rob was walking back into the room with his arm self wrapped, and looked a bit pale from the blood loss.

“Ava …” he breathed, “I’m glad your eyes are back to normal …”

“I can switch them back whenever I feel like it,” she clarified teasingly. Ava felt rather free, partly because her Demon friend was no longer within her.

“Come here, let me see that arm, Rob.” She felt no love for him or anything, while he was the lust of her life now. As a Succubus, she needed him to be healthy for a strong sex life.

He walked over without hesitation, suspecting what she was about to do. He couldn’t wait to find out about what she became, even though that meant him learning how her sexual corruption would physically transform him! “Here … Do you want more blood, or will you heal it?”

Hmm … I can only derive sustenance from blood if just fucked, but a good fuck is really all I need, my Rob.” Ava unwrapped his arm, revealing the open wound she created. She slowly ran her tongue across it, healing the wound. She just understood all that she was now. Ava laughed to herself, and exclaimed, “I’m gonna get so much praise for that fucking miniseries!”