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“Hello, Jacob. I’m here to make you my bitch.”
Jacob could only gawk as the strange woman pushed past him and into his house. There was…something about her. She was, well, plain. Dressed only in an old band t-shirt and jeans with more than a few holes in them, there was nothing glamorous about her appearance, but there…she had an aura…made it hard to look away from her.
“Who’s the skinny skank?” Jacob’s girlfriend said from the couch, “I thought we were going to be alone this weekend? Tell your dumpy friend to get lost! Who is she anyway?” Her voice sounded more than a little upset.
She was quite the opposite of the intruder, quite attractive with long, blonde hair and a stylish blouse that showed off her ample cleavage. She definitely looked like a woman on a date, dressed to catch her man’s attention.
“I…I don’t know Buffy,” Jacob answered, a little confused. One minute he’d been on the couch about to make out with the hot girl from his psyche class, something he’d been scheming for since the beginning of the semester, the next he’d been…threatened by a skinny woman barely over five feet tall. It would have been funny if she wasn't interrupting his attempts to get laid.
“You don’t remember me? How sad,” the strange woman said, “After all, you made my life a living hell in high school. I’d have hoped that would have at least left some impression on you.” She stood in the middle of the living room, looking around as if she were planning on buying it.
Even with that, it took Jacob a minute to place her. He vaguely remembered a foolish girl, plain looking girl. Despite her being a sophomore and he a senior, she had asked him to prom. It had been just too funny. As if he, one one of the most popular guys in the school, would have gone with such a loser. She had made herself the target of humiliation.
“Dove?” he asked tentatively. It was coming back to him. Instead of just refusing, he had pretended to accept, and acted like her boyfriend. Jacob had strung her along for weeks, all the other rich kids laughing at her behind her back, before humiliating her at the prom. It had been really funny, one of the highlights of his senior year.
“I don’t care who she is!” Buffy said, standing up and approaching Dove menacingly, “she better get going! Or else!”. Jacob and her were supposed to spend the entire holiday weekend together. She wasn't going to let anything or anyone worm their way in.
Without saying or word or even changing expression, Dove reached out, grabbed the neckline of her blouse and gave a quick tug. The material ripped right off of Buffy’s body, leaving her speechless, wearing only her bra.
“That’s enough!” Jacob marked. As much as he appreciated seeing Buffy’s breasts covered in only lacy latex, he saw his carefully planned evening slipping away, “Just because you couldn’t take a joke in high school doesn’t give you permission to come in here uninvited and destroy some else's property!”
He moved forward, intent on throwing this strange woman out of his. Instead, she slipped through his arms like she was made of smoke. instead, it was her getting him in a firm embrace! Jacob put his hands on Dove’s shoulders, pushing her away, but she didn’t budge. Instead of smoke, it was now like trying to shove a stone statue.
Then the kiss, her thin lips planted firmly but passionately on his. Jacob was initially outraged. How dare she! Then...despite her willowy figure, Dove’s body was surprisingly warm and soft pressed against him, her lips were tender and sweet. Jacob felt himself responding, his hands moving to the small of her back, head swimming from the intimate contact. He was quickly lost in the moment.
When Dove broke the kiss, Jacob felt lightheaded, his vision fuzzy. It was so bad that for a minute, he had no idea what he was. If there hadn’t been a table nearby for him to lean against, he would have collapsed to the ground.
That was enough for Buffy. Blouse or not, she was furious. Jacob was her date for the evening! No one did that to her. She would teach the ‘skank’ a lesson. Buffy moved towards Dove, hands balled into fists. She outweighed the girl by fifty pounds and was at least six inches taller. This would be quick and fun.
Dove just turned to her and smiled. She wasn’t afraid. After all, she was a succubus.
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Even after Jacob had graduated, Dove’s life remained a living hell. All the Jacob wanna-be’s had continued to torment her, trying to gain a fraction of his popularity. Always a nerdy introvert, she had found herself completely without friends. No one was willing to risk their own high school status by getting too close to her.
Like most people in her position, Dove had retreated into herself. Where others, however, might have explored nerdy things such as comic books or the internet, Dove’s anger at being humiliated didn’t allow her to pursue such harmless things. She had a need for revenge. That was what had led her to the occult.
It took two years. Not until the summer after her senior years, after she had finally escaped the prison of high school had she finally managed to summon a succubus. The demon had been everything the stereotype suggested, beautiful, voluptuous and barely dressed.
The two, after much witty banter and Dove displaying her basic protection charms to prevent the demon from attacking her, had formed a contract. Dove would become a succubus for the duration of her natural life. Afterwards, she would lose her soul to the powers of hell. Dove didn’t care about eternity. All she wanted was the chance to get vengeance on the one who had wronged her.
The succubus thought she had won the contest. While Dove would get her powers, the foolish woman hadn’t thought to ask for the appearance of a succubus. The foolish human would remain as she was, a mousy girl with ordinary brown hair and a body mostly devoid of curves. What succubus could tempt men with those looks? It seemed like the perfect ironic punishment. Give her the power she wanted without the tools to really use it.
Not that Dove cared. No matter what the succubus thought, she had what she wanted. With the strength and sexual powers of the demon, she knew she could get what she wanted most. Revenge.
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As soon as Dove had entered the house, her demon senses had told her many things about Jacob and Buffy. She could feel their sexual arousal. For a succubus it filled the room like an odor. They had clearly been close to spending a very intimate evening with each other.
But those senses told her more than that. Their very sexual identities radiated off of them. She could feel their desires, their fetishes and most importantly their weaknesses. Surprisingly, they both had the same vulnerability and fairly intensely at that. Had they come together because of that commonality or in spite of it? They certainly didn't know
It didn’t matter. They both had it and she could exploit it.
Dove sidestepped the charging Buffy and wrapped her up in a big bear hug from behind. The blond fought, but was unable to break free. Dove’s skinny arms were like steel bands, possessing a demon’s strength. No matter how she squirmed or twisted, Buffy’s arms remained pinned to her sides.
“Let me go, bitch!” Buffy yelled, moving her head from side to side in a vain attempt to bite one of Dove’s shoulders.
“I have no grievance with you,” Dove said shortly, “But you’re about to have sex with a douchebag. I can’t let that happen.” With her arms still wrapped around Buffy, Dove’s fingertips started pinching her sides near her waist.
“I wasn’t going to have sex wihihihi hi hihi ha ah ahahah nawwooooo ah ahahah nawowoo tihihihiccckklinggg h ahahahahaha nohohohoho tihihiickllingggg ahaahah!!!”
“We both know you were,” Dove whispered, her breath hot on Buffy’s ear. Her hands were inching up and down over Buffy’s body as far as they could and still kept her arms wrapped around the blonde, “And on your first date?! Not the best idea. Bad judgment like that should be punished.
Buffy’’s large breasts bounced up and down as far as the bra allowed as she kept giggling and squirming. After much effort, she managed to slip her arms out of Dove’s grasp but not escape the hold. Instead, put her hands on the forearms of her assailant, desperately trying to pry them off. Still, they didn’t budge.
“Ha ahahah wheheheeheheh ahahh weeeeeeee ahahaah dohohonnttt hahahahah tiiihihhiccklee ahah ahaha,” Buffy squealed, “ha ahah hhah ihihihihiittsss ha ahahahah iiittttssssss ha ahah nawwwtttt ha ahahah faaiiirrrrrrrr ah ahahaah!!!”
“We don’t tickle? Has that ever really worked for you? Fair or not, you certainly have been tickled a lot. Shelly in middle school, your first boyfriend Bruce, cousin Megan and several others I could mention. Tell me, Buffy, what would you give to not be ticklish?”
Buffy didn’t answer. Overcome with giggles, she couldn’t, just bending over, trying to shield her vulnerable midsection. The tickling continued until Dove felt arms on her shoulders, trying to pull her backwards.
“Get off of her, you bitch!” Jacob snarled, finally recovering from the kiss. He grabbed Dove’s shoulders, determined to rip her away from
There was a pause as the three of them were locked together. The only sound was Buffy’s incessant laughter. Despite fighting the two of them, Dove stood tall, immovable. Until she chose not to be.
Quick as lightning, she released her ticklish prey and turned on Jacob. She gave him a quick push, one palm making contact with his sternum. Jacob flew back several feet, obviously surprised at the force of the blow.
Instead of following up on him, Dove turned back to Buffy. The blonde still had her back to Dove, only having managed to take a single step away. Dove reached out and with an incredible display of dexterity, unfasted the latch on Buffy’s bra and pulled the garment off of her.
“AAAHH!!” Buffy yelled, instinctively covering up her bouncing bosoms. Her faced blushed beat read at being so exposed, the fight momentarily taken out of her. She covered herself with her arms, trying to shield her ample breasts.
There was a brief pause, as if everyone was taking in the beautiful sight. A look of shame popped into Buffy’s eyes as she looked from succubus to her would-be boyfriend.
Then Jacob was coming at Dove again, outrage allowing him to tear his gaze away from Buffy’s topless form. Dove simply grabbed both of his arms, held them still as a mother might those of a small child, and twisted the bra around his wrists, wrapping the latex around and around, pulling the ends tight, then finishing by tying them off in a fiendish knot.
With an exclamation of dismay, Jacob started trying to free his arms, pulling and tugging on his arms, but no matter how he moved, he couldn’t get his fingers on the knot. He was trapped by his girlfriend's underwear! All his attention was suddenly on escaping his bonds instead of helping the damsel in distress.
Buffy, seeing her possible rescuer defeated, looked scared now, terrified of being tickled again. She slowly backed away from Dove, glancing at the door, judging its distance, trying to figure out if she could make it there before Dove, with her unnatural strength, could stop her.
Before Buffy could bolt, Dove grabbed her and pushed her against the wall. Her strength was irresistible but gentle. Buffy impacted the hard surface so softly, she barely felt it. All her own might, however, could not break free from the succubus’s grasp.
Buffy that Dove’s eyes were as focused on Buffy’s breasts as Jacob’s had been. The raw expression of lust from another woman (she believed) took the blonde by surprise. She had seen it from men plenty of times, but from her....
Succubi would have the world believe that they used sexual desire as a weapon only, that it had no effect on them. That wasn’t true. They were creatures of great sexual appetite, driven by their passions. Seduction wasn’t just a means of tempting mortals into damnation. Succubi craved it. Normally, they had centuries of life to learn control. Dove had not had that opportunity. She hadn’t come for Buffy, hadn’t known anyone else would be in the house...At first, all Dove had wanted to do was get the blonde out of the way. But now...
Losing herself for a moment, Dove kissed Buffy on the mouth, a warm, tender kiss using the tip of her tongue to add to the excitement with a carnal lick. Again and again they kissed, her demon lust building with each brush of their lips. She wasn’t the only one. The blond woman melted at the first kiss, her knees quivered as Dove’s tongue slipped into her mouth. The succubus could feel Buffy’s desire grow, her blood start to grow hot. Anger and fear vanished from her. It was all she could do not to give in to the sensual kiss completely.
“Why?” Buffy asked after the kiss was broken. Dove could feel her confusion now along with excitement. She wasn’t asking why Dove had kissed her but why she had enjoyed it. For a second, the succubus studied her, reading her emotions.
“You don’t know that you’re bisexual, do you?” Dove asked, caressing Buffy's cheek lovingly. “No, of course not. You have repressed that side of yourself very thoroughly. Let me free you.”
Giving into her hunger, Dove kissed her again, deeper. Her tongue filled the mortal woman’s mouth this time, her hand moving up to caress Buffy’s bare breast. Dexterous fingers teased the human woman's pert nipple. This time Buffy could not hold back. She moaned deeply, her hands finding their way around Dove’s back, exploring the succubus’s body through her thin shirt.. Dove could feel the blonde’s inhibitions crumble, a deep need filling her.
“Leave her alone!” Jacob yelled out, a loud thump coming from his direction.
Jacob. Dove wanted to continue, demon lust almost overwhelming her. Jacob. The need for revenge, however, was greater. She had waited a long time for this, sacrificing her very soul. She pulled herself away, releasing Buffy from the embrace. That could wait.
Victim of the legendary Kiss of the Succubus, Buffy’s eyes had the same glassy look Jacob’s had had earlier. An expression of bliss was on her face. As if she had lost the ability to stand, she slid down the wall, sinking to the ground. She made no effort to get up or even speak.
A quick glance back at Jacob showed Dove what she needed to know. He was still bound by Buffy’s bra and no threat. The thump had been him knocking something off a table in his struggles. Given that, Dove turned her attention back to the woman. Enough time to make sure the delicious morsel didn’t escape.
Seeing a loveseat nearby, Dove lifted it off the ground. It was heavy, the frame made from solid wood, but that didn’t matter to her demon strength. She placed it on top of Buffy's outstretched legs. The furniture’s stubby legs left only the smallest of gaps between the loveseat’s frame and the dazed woman’s thighs, and only her feet poked out the other side. Perfect. Dawn would sample those later.
“What…what are you doing to her?” Jacob demanded. He was still fighting to free his hands, going so far as to lean against the wall and using a leg to try and force the bra off his wrists. It wasn't working.
“Nothing yet. Do you think I should?” Dove asked, moving towards Jacob. “It’s you I’ve come for, dear. Not her. It's you that needs to suffer.” She threw him over her shoulder as if he were a bag of potatoes and began walking to his bedroom.
Like a petulant toddler Jacob threw a temper tantrum. He screamed at Dove, called her vile names and demanded she put him down. While Jacob did this, he kicked her in the back repeatedly. Had she been capable of feeling pain, the blows would have hurt badly.
As it was, nothing he did had any effect. She put him in his bed and lay next to him, pushing him down when he tried to sit up. Dove then grabbed the bra that bound his hands and pulled his arms over his head with that super human strength. Jacob could only look up at her terrified.
Now the fun started.
That's the end of part 1. A lot of this one was warm-up. More tickling in the next parts.
Jacob could only gawk as the strange woman pushed past him and into his house. There was…something about her. She was, well, plain. Dressed only in an old band t-shirt and jeans with more than a few holes in them, there was nothing glamorous about her appearance, but there…she had an aura…made it hard to look away from her.
“Who’s the skinny skank?” Jacob’s girlfriend said from the couch, “I thought we were going to be alone this weekend? Tell your dumpy friend to get lost! Who is she anyway?” Her voice sounded more than a little upset.
She was quite the opposite of the intruder, quite attractive with long, blonde hair and a stylish blouse that showed off her ample cleavage. She definitely looked like a woman on a date, dressed to catch her man’s attention.
“I…I don’t know Buffy,” Jacob answered, a little confused. One minute he’d been on the couch about to make out with the hot girl from his psyche class, something he’d been scheming for since the beginning of the semester, the next he’d been…threatened by a skinny woman barely over five feet tall. It would have been funny if she wasn't interrupting his attempts to get laid.
“You don’t remember me? How sad,” the strange woman said, “After all, you made my life a living hell in high school. I’d have hoped that would have at least left some impression on you.” She stood in the middle of the living room, looking around as if she were planning on buying it.
Even with that, it took Jacob a minute to place her. He vaguely remembered a foolish girl, plain looking girl. Despite her being a sophomore and he a senior, she had asked him to prom. It had been just too funny. As if he, one one of the most popular guys in the school, would have gone with such a loser. She had made herself the target of humiliation.
“Dove?” he asked tentatively. It was coming back to him. Instead of just refusing, he had pretended to accept, and acted like her boyfriend. Jacob had strung her along for weeks, all the other rich kids laughing at her behind her back, before humiliating her at the prom. It had been really funny, one of the highlights of his senior year.
“I don’t care who she is!” Buffy said, standing up and approaching Dove menacingly, “she better get going! Or else!”. Jacob and her were supposed to spend the entire holiday weekend together. She wasn't going to let anything or anyone worm their way in.
Without saying or word or even changing expression, Dove reached out, grabbed the neckline of her blouse and gave a quick tug. The material ripped right off of Buffy’s body, leaving her speechless, wearing only her bra.
“That’s enough!” Jacob marked. As much as he appreciated seeing Buffy’s breasts covered in only lacy latex, he saw his carefully planned evening slipping away, “Just because you couldn’t take a joke in high school doesn’t give you permission to come in here uninvited and destroy some else's property!”
He moved forward, intent on throwing this strange woman out of his. Instead, she slipped through his arms like she was made of smoke. instead, it was her getting him in a firm embrace! Jacob put his hands on Dove’s shoulders, pushing her away, but she didn’t budge. Instead of smoke, it was now like trying to shove a stone statue.
Then the kiss, her thin lips planted firmly but passionately on his. Jacob was initially outraged. How dare she! Then...despite her willowy figure, Dove’s body was surprisingly warm and soft pressed against him, her lips were tender and sweet. Jacob felt himself responding, his hands moving to the small of her back, head swimming from the intimate contact. He was quickly lost in the moment.
When Dove broke the kiss, Jacob felt lightheaded, his vision fuzzy. It was so bad that for a minute, he had no idea what he was. If there hadn’t been a table nearby for him to lean against, he would have collapsed to the ground.
That was enough for Buffy. Blouse or not, she was furious. Jacob was her date for the evening! No one did that to her. She would teach the ‘skank’ a lesson. Buffy moved towards Dove, hands balled into fists. She outweighed the girl by fifty pounds and was at least six inches taller. This would be quick and fun.
Dove just turned to her and smiled. She wasn’t afraid. After all, she was a succubus.
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Even after Jacob had graduated, Dove’s life remained a living hell. All the Jacob wanna-be’s had continued to torment her, trying to gain a fraction of his popularity. Always a nerdy introvert, she had found herself completely without friends. No one was willing to risk their own high school status by getting too close to her.
Like most people in her position, Dove had retreated into herself. Where others, however, might have explored nerdy things such as comic books or the internet, Dove’s anger at being humiliated didn’t allow her to pursue such harmless things. She had a need for revenge. That was what had led her to the occult.
It took two years. Not until the summer after her senior years, after she had finally escaped the prison of high school had she finally managed to summon a succubus. The demon had been everything the stereotype suggested, beautiful, voluptuous and barely dressed.
The two, after much witty banter and Dove displaying her basic protection charms to prevent the demon from attacking her, had formed a contract. Dove would become a succubus for the duration of her natural life. Afterwards, she would lose her soul to the powers of hell. Dove didn’t care about eternity. All she wanted was the chance to get vengeance on the one who had wronged her.
The succubus thought she had won the contest. While Dove would get her powers, the foolish woman hadn’t thought to ask for the appearance of a succubus. The foolish human would remain as she was, a mousy girl with ordinary brown hair and a body mostly devoid of curves. What succubus could tempt men with those looks? It seemed like the perfect ironic punishment. Give her the power she wanted without the tools to really use it.
Not that Dove cared. No matter what the succubus thought, she had what she wanted. With the strength and sexual powers of the demon, she knew she could get what she wanted most. Revenge.
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As soon as Dove had entered the house, her demon senses had told her many things about Jacob and Buffy. She could feel their sexual arousal. For a succubus it filled the room like an odor. They had clearly been close to spending a very intimate evening with each other.
But those senses told her more than that. Their very sexual identities radiated off of them. She could feel their desires, their fetishes and most importantly their weaknesses. Surprisingly, they both had the same vulnerability and fairly intensely at that. Had they come together because of that commonality or in spite of it? They certainly didn't know
It didn’t matter. They both had it and she could exploit it.
Dove sidestepped the charging Buffy and wrapped her up in a big bear hug from behind. The blond fought, but was unable to break free. Dove’s skinny arms were like steel bands, possessing a demon’s strength. No matter how she squirmed or twisted, Buffy’s arms remained pinned to her sides.
“Let me go, bitch!” Buffy yelled, moving her head from side to side in a vain attempt to bite one of Dove’s shoulders.
“I have no grievance with you,” Dove said shortly, “But you’re about to have sex with a douchebag. I can’t let that happen.” With her arms still wrapped around Buffy, Dove’s fingertips started pinching her sides near her waist.
“I wasn’t going to have sex wihihihi hi hihi ha ah ahahah nawwooooo ah ahahah nawowoo tihihihiccckklinggg h ahahahahaha nohohohoho tihihiickllingggg ahaahah!!!”
“We both know you were,” Dove whispered, her breath hot on Buffy’s ear. Her hands were inching up and down over Buffy’s body as far as they could and still kept her arms wrapped around the blonde, “And on your first date?! Not the best idea. Bad judgment like that should be punished.
Buffy’’s large breasts bounced up and down as far as the bra allowed as she kept giggling and squirming. After much effort, she managed to slip her arms out of Dove’s grasp but not escape the hold. Instead, put her hands on the forearms of her assailant, desperately trying to pry them off. Still, they didn’t budge.
“Ha ahahah wheheheeheheh ahahh weeeeeeee ahahaah dohohonnttt hahahahah tiiihihhiccklee ahah ahaha,” Buffy squealed, “ha ahah hhah ihihihihiittsss ha ahahahah iiittttssssss ha ahah nawwwtttt ha ahahah faaiiirrrrrrrr ah ahahaah!!!”
“We don’t tickle? Has that ever really worked for you? Fair or not, you certainly have been tickled a lot. Shelly in middle school, your first boyfriend Bruce, cousin Megan and several others I could mention. Tell me, Buffy, what would you give to not be ticklish?”
Buffy didn’t answer. Overcome with giggles, she couldn’t, just bending over, trying to shield her vulnerable midsection. The tickling continued until Dove felt arms on her shoulders, trying to pull her backwards.
“Get off of her, you bitch!” Jacob snarled, finally recovering from the kiss. He grabbed Dove’s shoulders, determined to rip her away from
There was a pause as the three of them were locked together. The only sound was Buffy’s incessant laughter. Despite fighting the two of them, Dove stood tall, immovable. Until she chose not to be.
Quick as lightning, she released her ticklish prey and turned on Jacob. She gave him a quick push, one palm making contact with his sternum. Jacob flew back several feet, obviously surprised at the force of the blow.
Instead of following up on him, Dove turned back to Buffy. The blonde still had her back to Dove, only having managed to take a single step away. Dove reached out and with an incredible display of dexterity, unfasted the latch on Buffy’s bra and pulled the garment off of her.
“AAAHH!!” Buffy yelled, instinctively covering up her bouncing bosoms. Her faced blushed beat read at being so exposed, the fight momentarily taken out of her. She covered herself with her arms, trying to shield her ample breasts.
There was a brief pause, as if everyone was taking in the beautiful sight. A look of shame popped into Buffy’s eyes as she looked from succubus to her would-be boyfriend.
Then Jacob was coming at Dove again, outrage allowing him to tear his gaze away from Buffy’s topless form. Dove simply grabbed both of his arms, held them still as a mother might those of a small child, and twisted the bra around his wrists, wrapping the latex around and around, pulling the ends tight, then finishing by tying them off in a fiendish knot.
With an exclamation of dismay, Jacob started trying to free his arms, pulling and tugging on his arms, but no matter how he moved, he couldn’t get his fingers on the knot. He was trapped by his girlfriend's underwear! All his attention was suddenly on escaping his bonds instead of helping the damsel in distress.
Buffy, seeing her possible rescuer defeated, looked scared now, terrified of being tickled again. She slowly backed away from Dove, glancing at the door, judging its distance, trying to figure out if she could make it there before Dove, with her unnatural strength, could stop her.
Before Buffy could bolt, Dove grabbed her and pushed her against the wall. Her strength was irresistible but gentle. Buffy impacted the hard surface so softly, she barely felt it. All her own might, however, could not break free from the succubus’s grasp.
Buffy that Dove’s eyes were as focused on Buffy’s breasts as Jacob’s had been. The raw expression of lust from another woman (she believed) took the blonde by surprise. She had seen it from men plenty of times, but from her....
Succubi would have the world believe that they used sexual desire as a weapon only, that it had no effect on them. That wasn’t true. They were creatures of great sexual appetite, driven by their passions. Seduction wasn’t just a means of tempting mortals into damnation. Succubi craved it. Normally, they had centuries of life to learn control. Dove had not had that opportunity. She hadn’t come for Buffy, hadn’t known anyone else would be in the house...At first, all Dove had wanted to do was get the blonde out of the way. But now...
Losing herself for a moment, Dove kissed Buffy on the mouth, a warm, tender kiss using the tip of her tongue to add to the excitement with a carnal lick. Again and again they kissed, her demon lust building with each brush of their lips. She wasn’t the only one. The blond woman melted at the first kiss, her knees quivered as Dove’s tongue slipped into her mouth. The succubus could feel Buffy’s desire grow, her blood start to grow hot. Anger and fear vanished from her. It was all she could do not to give in to the sensual kiss completely.
“Why?” Buffy asked after the kiss was broken. Dove could feel her confusion now along with excitement. She wasn’t asking why Dove had kissed her but why she had enjoyed it. For a second, the succubus studied her, reading her emotions.
“You don’t know that you’re bisexual, do you?” Dove asked, caressing Buffy's cheek lovingly. “No, of course not. You have repressed that side of yourself very thoroughly. Let me free you.”
Giving into her hunger, Dove kissed her again, deeper. Her tongue filled the mortal woman’s mouth this time, her hand moving up to caress Buffy’s bare breast. Dexterous fingers teased the human woman's pert nipple. This time Buffy could not hold back. She moaned deeply, her hands finding their way around Dove’s back, exploring the succubus’s body through her thin shirt.. Dove could feel the blonde’s inhibitions crumble, a deep need filling her.
“Leave her alone!” Jacob yelled out, a loud thump coming from his direction.
Jacob. Dove wanted to continue, demon lust almost overwhelming her. Jacob. The need for revenge, however, was greater. She had waited a long time for this, sacrificing her very soul. She pulled herself away, releasing Buffy from the embrace. That could wait.
Victim of the legendary Kiss of the Succubus, Buffy’s eyes had the same glassy look Jacob’s had had earlier. An expression of bliss was on her face. As if she had lost the ability to stand, she slid down the wall, sinking to the ground. She made no effort to get up or even speak.
A quick glance back at Jacob showed Dove what she needed to know. He was still bound by Buffy’s bra and no threat. The thump had been him knocking something off a table in his struggles. Given that, Dove turned her attention back to the woman. Enough time to make sure the delicious morsel didn’t escape.
Seeing a loveseat nearby, Dove lifted it off the ground. It was heavy, the frame made from solid wood, but that didn’t matter to her demon strength. She placed it on top of Buffy's outstretched legs. The furniture’s stubby legs left only the smallest of gaps between the loveseat’s frame and the dazed woman’s thighs, and only her feet poked out the other side. Perfect. Dawn would sample those later.
“What…what are you doing to her?” Jacob demanded. He was still fighting to free his hands, going so far as to lean against the wall and using a leg to try and force the bra off his wrists. It wasn't working.
“Nothing yet. Do you think I should?” Dove asked, moving towards Jacob. “It’s you I’ve come for, dear. Not her. It's you that needs to suffer.” She threw him over her shoulder as if he were a bag of potatoes and began walking to his bedroom.
Like a petulant toddler Jacob threw a temper tantrum. He screamed at Dove, called her vile names and demanded she put him down. While Jacob did this, he kicked her in the back repeatedly. Had she been capable of feeling pain, the blows would have hurt badly.
As it was, nothing he did had any effect. She put him in his bed and lay next to him, pushing him down when he tried to sit up. Dove then grabbed the bra that bound his hands and pulled his arms over his head with that super human strength. Jacob could only look up at her terrified.
Now the fun started.
That's the end of part 1. A lot of this one was warm-up. More tickling in the next parts.
