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Jean laid stiffly beneath the several layers of his bed, eyes locked on the ceiling fan above him as his head sunk deeper and deeper into his pillow. He watched drowsily as the blades of the fan repeatedly cut through the air of his room, not missing the way it creaked and wobbled with each oscillation. He made a note of the fan’s old age. If he were being honest, he was terrified of it suddenly falling on him, sentencing him to a gruesome death.
He had outgrown his bed way before graduating high school and it was just never a priority of his parents to get him a new one. The way his feet would hang over the edge of the mattress annoyed him. Sometimes he’d curl up into a ball, hugging his knees to his chest to avoid the possibility of something taking hold of his exposed feet and pulling him into the pits of hell.
The window to his bedroom was open, the curtains dancing in a duet with the wind. It was a chilly night but the moon was as beautiful as ever, so full and white. The soft, natural light of the moon pushed itself through the window and the thin curtains, casting a muted glow throughout the room’s atmosphere.
As Jean fell in and out of a deep sleep, he tried his hardest to ignore the dull ache between his legs, pushing his thighs together every so often as futile attempts to suppress the feeling. Waves of unconsciousness consumed him just enough to feel as if he were beginning to dream, but jolting awake before he could even process it, reminding him of his throbbing cock.
He considered fucking himself to sleep like he did every other night to get rid of the gnawing ache, but he was just too tired. Part of him wished that he had someone else to do it for him—help him out a little, but Jean had never done anything like that before. So he just laid there, angry at himself and his stupid cock.
Jean was eventually able to fall asleep long enough to be abruptly awoken by the unnerving feeling of something peering at him from the corner of his room. The dimly lit nightlight on the side of his dresser revealed the dark, shadowy outline of something lurking near his open closet. Whatever it was—creature, person, or inanimate object—was completely still and unmoving.
Jean had heard of sleep paralysis before but he was certain this wasn’t it. He was able to move his limbs freely and he was almost positive he was awake, but there was another part of him that wanted to believe he was still asleep and unconscious. He squeezed his eyes closed and tried to lay perfectly still while stifling his breaths in hopes that whatever was watching him would retreat once it realized that he was paying it no mind.
The curious part of Jean wanted to peel his eyes open just a little to see if it was still there, watching him. He wished he could’ve stopped himself but curiosity always seems to prevail when it comes to human nature. As soon as Jean’s eyes were open just enough to peer into the corner where the shadow once was, he was met with a dark figure floating above him. His first instinct was to yell but before he could even part his lips to do anything, a cold hand was coming up to cover his mouth.
It was you .
Jean’s brows furrowed with fear and confusion before both of his hands were reaching up to wrap around your wrist in a vain attempt to push you away. You were quickly shushing him with a soothing coo.
“You have to promise you’ll be quiet for me or else I can’t help you.” You spoke gently before leaning forward to place a chaste kiss to the tip of his nose. “Can you do that?” You hummed sweetly.
Jean wasn’t sure what it was, but he had never nodded so fast in life. He wasn't even sure what you meant by “help”, but he was eagerly agreeing as muffled mhm’s and pleads left his obstructed mouth. It felt as if a force was taking over his body, guiding his movements.
A wide, toothy grin grew on your lips as you were beginning to slowly remove your hand from his face. It was hard for Jean to make out your appearance in the dimness of his room. He could only pick up on the faint shadows of your face as the moonlight casted a weak glow.
From what he could see, you were absolutely beautiful, just about the most beautiful thing Jean had ever seen. Your beauty was almost supernatural. The features of your face seemingly handcrafted by something of a higher power, something beyond his comprehension. Jean could make out the movement of something behind you, maybe even attached to you.
It almost looked like a thick, furry tail passing by every now and then, he swore he could hear the faint whooshing of it each time it waved behind you. The end of the supposed tail seemed to curl in on itself, creating a swirl similar to that of a lollipop.
Jean also took notice of the large pair of wings behind you. They appeared demon-like. A red tent painted the wing’s appearance, along with black, skeletal-like fingers that lined the surface. Atop each wing was a sharp point that looked painful to touch. Your presence was almost overwhelming and Jean was completely and utterly enthralled by you.
“W-what are you?” Jean stuttered with a heaving chest, his eyes trying their hardest to take in your beaming appearance.
You smiled softly as you began to lower yourself onto his bed from your position in the air, tucking your wings behind you before crawling closer to him to kiss his cheek.
“I’m here to help you.” You smiled gently.
“Help me?” He whispered, fear and confusion dripping from his tongue. “How?”
Your tail reappeared from behind you to snake up Jean’s covered body before reaching the top of his covers. Slowly, you began pulling them down until they were resting just below his knees. He remained still and quiet as he allowed you to expose his nearly naked body. You were met with a pair of black briefs decorated with a prominent tent hidden beneath.
“W-wait, what are you doing?” Jean breathed as he felt your cold hands beginning to slip past the waistband of his briefs. His chest was starting to rise and fall rapidly with ever growing panic, yet he couldn’t find it within himself to push you away. There was something about you that was just completely coercive.
You shushed him once again before you began pulling his underwear down, exposing his stiff cock. Involuntarily, Jean was lifting his hips up, helping you take them off. You smiled to yourself hungrily as you slid the fabric down his thighs. There was something warm brewing inside of you and the look on his face was like kindle to a fire.
Jean could feel himself repeatedly falling in and out of sleep as you began to lower your head onto him. It was hard for him to differentiate between a dream state and reality. The feeling of your lips against the head of Jean’s cock felt almost too good to be real. The feeling alone had him jolting awake again, realizing what was actually happening.
“Ah–what are you—no one has ever done this before.” Jean stuttered as a wince left his mouth.
“It’s okay.” You smiled before planting another kiss to the head of his cock.
Jean said nothing else as you began to lower your head onto him again, taking him into your mouth gently. He sucked in a tight breath once he felt your warm mouth wrapping around him. He had never felt anything like it. All those nights he spent fucking his hand don’t even come close to comparing.
“Oh God…” He breathed, his eyebrows furrowing. “Mm-why does it feel so fucking good?” Jean whined as you began to bob your head up and down.
Unconsciously, Jean was beginning to push his hips forward, thrusting into your warm mouth. You allowed the desperate man to fuck himself against your tongue as you continued to milk his cock for everything it’s worth. Each time he was bringing his hips up, you could feel the tip of his cock brushing the back of your throat.
“So good,” He muttered almost incoherently, “Feels so fuckin’ good.”
You started wrapping both of your hands around the base of Jean’s cock so that you could stroke him while you sucked the head at the same time. Each time you brought your head down, you made sure to twist your hands in opposite directions, creating an orgasm-provoking sensation that had Jean crying out.
The feeling of both your hands and mouth wrapped around his cock was enough to have him leaning his head to the side, panting like a bitch in heat. Jean could feel his balls swelling and aching from his desperate need to cum. Part of him wished you’d go just a little lower to slip them into your mouth.
Doing as he wished, you released the head of his cock with a toothy grin so that you could drop your head even lower, taking his heavy balls into your mouth. You sucked on them softly, allowing your sweet tongue to roll over the skin with no sense of urgency in mind. At the same time, you were slowly beginning to pump him in your hand.
“Oh fuck… fuck,” He whimpered, “Ts too much, p-please.”
The sounds coming from Jean completely set off the ever-growing fire inside of you. As you brought your eyes up to gaze at the man above you, you couldn’t help but to moan around him. God , you could feel yourself practically drooling as you drank up the sight before you.
The saliva that slipped from the corners of your mouth as you continued to swallow around him was obscene. Slowly, your spit dripped down your chin, coating it in a shiny layer for Jean to admire once you’ve let him cum in your mouth like a good boy should.
“I wanna cum–oh God. You’re gonna make me cum.” Jean sputtered, “Feels so fuckin’ good—I can’t. Please don’t stop.”
He could feel the pit of his stomach caving in as his orgasm crept up on him. Jean had never felt anything like it. Sure, he’s cum before, but never from anyone else at least, never from you . He wasn’t sure how he was supposed to go back to fucking his hand like a feral caveman after you’re done with him.
Without even realizing it, Jean was lacing his fingers within your hair but not with the intentions of guiding your movements, he just needed something, anything to hold on to.
“You wanna cum in my mouth?” You smiled before wrapping your lips around him once again.
Jean nodded frantically, “Please–fuck. Yes… yes. I’ve been so good and quiet for you like you asked.” He whined, “Please let me.”
You said nothing as you started bobbing your head around him again, feeling his cock twitching in your mouth every so often as his need to cum grew greater and greater. He wanted it so badly, he would do just about anything to cum inside of your sweet mouth.
The sounds that left him were completely lewd. His mouth hung open as he whimpered like a puppy, breaths getting stuck in his throat while he tried his hardest to control his breathing. The orgasm brewing in his abdomen had him humming and gasping in nothing but overwhelming pleasure.
“M’cumming,” Jean cried to you, body aching with a need to release as an orgasm took over his entire being.
As he came, you continued sucking around him so that you could feel his cum hit the back of your throat, painting it a milky-white. The sounds that left his mouth were guttural, pleads and groans tumbled past his lips repeatedly as he began to slightly push his hips forward again, making sure to give you everything he had.
You swallowed every drop of cum that he gave you, being mindful as to not miss the bits that slipped out the corners of your mouth. His taste was bittersweet, almost delicious in a way. He might just be your new favorite prey.
As soon as you were backing away from him, you were climbing up his body to throw your legs on either side of his waist. You were then leaning forward to push your lips against his, not even bothering to wipe your mouth clean from the mixture of saliva and cum.
Idly, Jean kissed you back, his lips molding against yours like no other. The way he was already trying to push his tongue into your mouth took you by surprise. You had never had prey as desperate as Jean before. Nevertheless, you allowed him to roam your mouth, remnants of his cum still lingering on your tongue.
“I want more.” Jean mumbled, his lips still slotted against your own, “I need more, please.” His hands were greedily reaching up to cup the sides of your face, deepening the already sloppy kiss.
Jean could feel you pressing yourself down onto him, creating friction between his bare cock and your clothed cunt. The growing pressure had Jean’s chest heaving as labored breaths fell from his mouth. You rolled your hips back and forth as you let your head fall to the side, getting yourself off atop him. Each time you brought your hips back down to collide with his, his breath seemed to falter in his chest every time he inhaled.
You weren’t sure if it were the whimpers and pants leaving his mouth, or the feeling of his wet cock rubbing against your cunt that had you on the brink of cumming in your underwear. Possibly a melody of both. As you continued to rock your hips against his, Jean could feel his cock beginning to twitch as another impending orgasm grew inside of him.
Jean’s mouth fell agape at the sight of you using him to get yourself off. He couldn’t help but to slide his hands up your hips to rest on either side of your waist, guiding your hips each time you rolled them against him. This salacious view of you alone was enough to have Jean cursing to himself as he laid so compliantly beneath you.
He was finally able to get a better look at you as the moonlight peeking in from his open window was now casting a glow onto your face. And just as he had determined before, you were absolutely beautiful, even more so now in the soft gleam of the moon.
With pure admiration and lust, Jean was dragging his eyes along your body, watching the way you threw your head back. The way you ground your hips into his with a sigh of pleasure each time you did. He even watched the way you slowly slid your hands up your frame, taking your breasts into your palms and squeezing them gently before sliding back down yourself to do it all over again.
“How are you so beautiful?” Jean questioned truthfully as he tried to hide the whimper threatening to interrupt him.
You smiled down at him softly, admiring his infatuation with you. No one you have ever been with has been as sweet as Jean. There was something in his eyes that seemed to glimmer every time you made eye contact with him. It almost looked as if he was completely in love with you.
“You think I’m beautiful?” You replied, genuinely in awe of his fondness.
Jean nodded quickly, “Yes… God , you’re so pretty. I want you to fuck me,” Jean breathed, his eyebrows furrowing with desperation. “But I’ve… I’ve never done it before.” He admitted almost shamefully.
“Done what?” You hummed, acting oblivious to his innocence.
“I’ve never had sex before.” Jean responded quietly, his eyes dropping to gaze anywhere but your face.
The smile on your face grew wider at his confession.
“Did you know?” He questioned.
You nodded softly. Of course you knew. Virgins are your favorite after all.
Jean couldn’t even find it within himself to question how you knew once he saw you slipping your underwear to the side before dragging your fingers along your slick cunt. He watched in astonishment as the shiny substance on the pads of your fingers glistened in the moon's light.
After gathering some of your arousal, you were reaching forward to push those very fingers into his open mouth. Almost immediately, Jean was closing his lips around you to clean them off. He swirled his tongue around your fingers, trying his hardest not to leave anything behind. You just tasted so good and he couldn't get enough of you.
“Fuck me, please.” Jean mumbled with your fingers still tucked in his mouth.
That one plea was enough to have you positioning yourself atop of him before slowly sinking down onto his stiff cock. Jean was sucking in a tight breath at the feeling of your pussy drooling all over his length.
“Oh my–fuck… fuck.” Jean groaned, “You feel so good.”
A shared whimper erupted from both of your throats as you began to ride him. He stretched you out in the best possible way. The sensation of him filling you up to the brim forced a moan past your lips as you tried to adjust to his size. Jean made you feel so full.
“M’gonna cum.” Jean whimpered, his eyes threatening to roll to the back of his head.
“So soon?” You teased.
He nodded with a slack jaw, breaths getting caught in his throat. You could feel his cock growing harder inside of you as it started twitching, begging for some sort of release. You leaned down to connect your lips with his so that you could muffle his growing whimpers.
The feeling of your walls closing around him is what sent him over the edge. It was just something in the way your warm cunt hugged his cock so tightly. You were slowly rocking your hips back and forth, further egging him on.
Jean’s hips stuttered beneath you as he began to release himself all inside of your cunt, his head too empty to even think about the consequences his actions could possibly cause. Then again to be fair, Jean wasn’t sure if any of this was real in the first place.
“I need more… more p-pease.” Jean panted insatiably as he spurted several ropes of his cum inside of you. His eyes were glossed over and hazy with a mixture of sleep and post-orgasmic high. “Need to cum again.” He continued.
With that, you were raising your hips off of him almost completely so that you could bring them back down to collide with his again. You repeated the action over and over again, forcing Jean to gasp at the feeling of your sloppy walls taking him in so greedily. As you rode him, you were fucking his cum deeper and deeper inside of you, creating such a mess between the two of you.
His cum mixed with your slick arousal created the most obscene sound the two of you had ever heard. Not to mention that sound of skin against skin as you fucked him sloppily. Fuck , it was so messy. As you fucked him from above, the force of your movements had his cum leaking out of you, coating the underside of your thighs in the sticky mess.
“Do I feel good, Jean?” You grinned as you looked down at him, your eyes dragging along his contorting face.
He nodded hastily, not even questioning how you somehow knew his name. His brain was far too fucked-out to form a coherent thought.
“Mhm–so good.” Jean moaned, his voice shaky. “So fuckin’ good.”
His hands found themselves on your waist again, squeezing the skin tightly as if you’d disappear if he were to let go. Without realizing it, Jean was beginning to thrust his hips upward, subconsciously fucking himself into your tight, slick cunt. He couldn’t help but to watch the way your breasts would bounce in front of him each time your hips collided with his, the supple skin damn near slipping out of your lace bra.
With shameless eyes, he was dragging his gaze back and forth from each of your breasts. You were quick to notice his new fixation on your chest. The heat of his gaze burned holes into your skin.
“You wanna touch em’?” You smiled.
Immediately, Jean was nodding with haste. He was pushing himself up to rest on his elbows before reaching forward to take you into his palms. He was soon pushing the fat of your tits together before curiously stuffing his face into them.
His tongue was quickly slipping past his lips to lick at the supple flesh, leaving a messy trail of saliva along each of your breasts. He hummed in satisfaction while he licked and nipped at you. He was soon slipping one of your nipples in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the hardening bud before repeating the action to the other one.
Part of you found his desperation so cute. The way he was so eager and impatient when it came to fucking and pleasing you was the most adorable thing you had ever seen in a man. Despite the fact that he was half asleep and still able to find the energy to properly stretch you out amazed you.
“What an eager boy.” You teased before pushing him back down so that you lean forward to press your lips against his chest, planting several kisses along the exposed skin. You created a trail up to his jaw, leaving a few marks in your wake. The feeling of you nibbling at his sensitive skin with your sharp teeth had Jean hissing under his breath.
The sound of your intoxicating voice was forcing a guttural moan straight from his chest. His eyes were soon squeezing closed at the feeling of your warm tongue slipping past your lips to taste the flesh of his neck. You hummed in satisfaction as you sucked and licked at his sweet, tender skin
“So sweet.” You mumbled, lips still pressed to his neck. “I think you just might be my favorite.” You drawled, your voice low and tantalizing.
“I am?” Jean whimpered, head too empty to worry about what you could’ve possibly meant.
You hummed while leaning down to peck his lips once before backing away. That wasn’t enough for Jean though. Almost immediately, he was reaching forward with both hands to pull you back. He kissed you eagerly, desperate to explore your mouth again. His curious hands were caressing the sides of your face, the pads of his fingers burning your skin with lust.
You couldn’t help but to laugh at his neediness after your lips curled into a smile against his. You kissed him back messily, your lips so soft in contrast to his rough kisses. His tongue was quickly pushing itself into your mouth, hoping to find yours pushing back. You let your tongue collide with his aimlessly.
Jean couldn’t stop himself from whimpering and moaning into the kiss as you began to quicken your pace, fucking him faster than he could handle. You swallowed every sound that left his mouth, storing it away and saving it for later when you’d inevitably think about him again.
Jean’s cock was absolutely perfect and he didn’t even know it. It filled you up in all the right places and it stretched you out enough to have you nearing that inevitable ledge and Jean was so determined to push you over.
“Such a perfect cock.” You moaned, his tongue still in your mouth, “Ya’know that?”
Jean could only groan in response, nodding his head slightly. Your voice was like cold water on his skin. It rendered him practically speechless, the only sounds he could produce were incoherent mumbles and whimpers of empty pleads. God , he was so cute. His face was scrunched with pleasure, along with his furrowed brows and dazed eyes. His lips were even parted slightly as ragged breaths slipped past his open mouth.
“I… I wanna cum again.” Jean panted, his head rolling to the side lazily, trying his hardest to stay awake so that he could release himself inside of you just as he did before.
“Yeah?” You purred, “You wanna cum inside of me again? Fill me up n’ make another fuckin’ mess, hm?” You continued, your voice filling his ears in a way that had him on the verge of crying out.
“Mhm–fuck… fuck. Y-yes, m’gonna cum again.” He moaned, “Oh, God. Ts too much… m’cumming.” He muttered, throwing his head back onto the pillow, face flushed with crimson.
His whiny moans soon turned into broken ones, each of them interrupted with a dog-like pant. His chest heaved as he felt his lower stomach beginning to tighten with a tension that was mere seconds away from snapping.
That winding coil in his abdomen continued to tighten until eventually, it broke, releasing itself in several spurts of his cum, coating your walls once again, only adding to the ever-growing mess. An unbroken chain of whimpers and hisses left his mouth as he bucked his hips forward, thrusting into you as he came all over again.
“Feels good… s’good.” Jean whispered, his voice too hoarse to create much sound.
As he came, you never stopped fucking him. Your pace remained consistent as you tried to reach your own high. Shamelessly, you used Jean’s cock for your own pleasure, grinding down onto him to make yourself cum. You could tell it was too much for him but you couldn’t find it within yourself to stop.
“I know it’s a lot but you can be a good boy and hold out for me, right?” You asked softly before leaning down to kiss his cheek. “You’ve just been so good for me all night. I know you can wait a little longer.”
Jean nodded his head slightly, barely able to acknowledge your words. He might as well have been braindead, everything you said to him went in one ear and out the other as if you had said nothing at all. His mouth sat open as choked breaths fell from it, his eyes glazed over and dilated, and his cock still fucking hard.
“So fuckin’ good for me.” You praised as you rolled your hips back and forth, “My good little boy.” You continued.
He nodded, “I’m your good little boy.” Jean repeated, finally able to say something somewhat coherent.
“You are.” You hummed in agreement as you felt an orgasm building in your abdomen. As the familiar feeling grew stronger and stronger, begging for some sort of release, it had your walls fluttering around him, squeezing his cock in a way that was forcing him to cum all over again, covering your walls yet again in his thick seed.
The high pitched moans that fell from his lips as he released himself inside of you was like oxygen to a flame. Even you couldn’t wrap your head around the sheer amount of times Jean has cum tonight. How is cock was still able to produce anything was beyond you and him both.
“You’re just full of cum aren't you?” You teased, loving the way his loads felt inside of your cunt.
“I can't… I can’t help it.” He whimpered, “Feels too fuckin’ good–you feel too f-fuckin’ good.” He cried, his voice on the verge of giving out.
His words of praise were enough to push you over that ledge you’ve been so dangerously dangling from. You leaned down to kiss him as you came all over him, coating his cock in another messy layer. Jean kissed you back idly, his lips moving sloppily against yours as he whimpered into your mouth from the feeling of you clenching around him.
“So good for me.” You mumbled against his lips, “Such a good boy, my favorite boy.”
You had to will yourself to pull away from him. You weren’t sure what it was, but there was something different about Jean, something about him that just gravitated you toward him. It’s not anything you're used to either. No man you have ever been with has made you feel as special as Jean has.
Everytime you come up to Earth, scouting your potential prey, slipping in and out of the dreams of the men who walk this decrepit world, you’re always left feeling as if something is missing. You always feel so fucking empty. The people you always seemed to end up with are not nearly as appreciative nor as sweet as Jean. They’re always so passive and they never seem to appreciate, let alone acknowledge your appearance in that matter. But Jean was different.
What happened with him tonight felt real, kosher, sentient . You would definitely be seeing him again. You weren’t sure when, but soon.
You watched in an admirable silence as Jean drifted off into a deep sleep, his head leaning to the side as his breathing finally slowed down. You watched as his chest rose and fell slowly, growing sad at the thought of having to leave him there. Eventually, you were removing yourself from his bed to stand beside him. You were then leaning down to kiss his cheek softly, reveling in the way his soft skin felt on your lips.
“You’ll see me again soon, my favorite, sweet boy.” You whispered against his skin before backing away to admire his sleeping body once more.
A slight smile crept onto Jean’s unconscious face. He didn't realize it, but you did. You always did. It pained you because Jean would wake up believing that this was all a hyper realistic dream, maybe even lucid, but it was real, to you at least. It always was, this was your reality. And you felt it all; every emotion, every load of cum, everytime his cock slipped inside of you, all of it. And it would just be another wet dream to him.
Hopefully the mess the two of you left behind will help him realize that maybe it wasn’t a dream after all, maybe it was real. Hopefully when he wakes up in the morning and finds the red marks on his neck and chest, or the indentation of your nails on his skin, or even the sopping sheets, soaked in his own cum, he’ll realize that it was all so fucking real.
But of course you couldn’t stay to find out. You had to leave before sunrise or else you would die. In the contract you signed before taking on this life, it’s prohibited for you to verbally admit that you’re a succubus or to stay with your prey after the sun has risen. If you broke either of the two simple rules, you would die and that’s no fun.
Eventually, you turned your back to Jean, leaving him as if you were never there in the first place. You quietly climbed onto the ledge of the open window from which you came before looking back once more, peering over your shoulder at the boy you’re leaving behind, your heart aching at the bitter goodbye. You turned back around to spread your wings before jumping out of the window, flying back to the hell you came from but of course, you’d be back.
And maybe when you return, he’ll remember your face, your smell, your taste. Maybe he’ll remember the way you made him feel, the way you made him cum until there was nothing left, or even the way you thought of him as your favorite. You could only hope, but that hope is just enough to keep you going, keep you thinking about the next time you’d see your favorite boy.