Marc was wondering where Sofia had gotten to. They'd agreed to meet at the usual cafe at 12, yet it'd been ten minutes, and not a sign of her.
He didn't think anything had happened to her, nothing terrible at least. He had doubts someone like her could be so easily done in by... anything, really.
Maybe she was "snacking".
He mumbled to himself, when his attention was caught by another voice calling out to him.
"Oh, hi Marc!"
He looked over and saw Chaney, the bubbly girl from the fancy fashion and perfume store Sofia and her Mother liked to go to.
She was looking more casual than usual, sporting tight-fighting jeans and a pale blue shirt with some simple frills on the bottom, short enough it exposed some of her midriff. She stopped to adjust her lattice-like sandals, and then strode over, placing her pale brown faux-leather handbag on the ground, pulling up a chair.
"Where's Sofia?" she asked, looking around in mild confusion. "She said to meet her here."
Marc gave her a look.
"I don't know?" Marc answered, confused himself. "She didn't say you'd be joining us."
"Really? That's not like her," Chaney mused. Marc had to resist making a face in response; if only she knew. "I guess she got caught up."
"Yeah, I suppose she did," Marc answered somewhat drily.
"How about I get our drinks anyway? How do you take yours?" Chaney asked.
"Just a flat white this time," he answered.
"Sure. I'll be back, wait one."
She left to place the orders, cheerful as ever. Marc, on the other hand, grumbled internally.
He had a sneaking suspicion that perhaps Sofia's tardiness was intentional...
Chaney returned shortly afterwards, sighing happily as she sat back down.
"Shouldn't be long. Anyways, what have you been up to?"
"Eh, the usual, nothing. Well, except trying to figure out what uni course to take... and where to go to take it." He placed his face in his hands in feigned exhaustion. "You'd think it'd be easy."
"Well, it is your future, that's never easy to consider. I still haven't figured out where I want to take mylife," she admitted. "Working at the store is nice, and the people I meet are lovely, besides a few less polite individuals. But Sofia and Maria are positively lovely. Just... I don't want to work there forever, you know, even if the pay's nice. It's still retail."
'Lovely' was putting it mildly, Marc thought. He did sympathise with her desire to not get stuck in a retail job, even if she seemed to enjoy it.
"I kinda want to avoid getting a retail job, given all the crap I hear, but I don't think I'll have much of a choice. My dad tells me it'd do me some good to do it for a few years, from an experience point of view. That it'd help me when dealing with 'difficult people' in any occupation I take up," Marc explained.
Chaney chuckled.
"My parents said something similar. My dad says it builds character, but my mum says - and I think she's got the right of it - it just teaches you how to, quote-unquote, 'deal with the bullshit'," she agreed.
"I suppose there's something to it. I have a feeling you can't escape assholes, no matter where you go."
"Like that dude that tried to pick a fight with you here a while back? He was about ready to cause a scene."
Marc groaned, the memory resurfacing.
"Don't remind me. Who the hell flips a lid like that?" he muttered.
"It's sadly not as rare as we'd like. Some guys have just got a sense of entitlement, and something disconnected in their brains. They just lose their cool hard."
"I wouldn't know, I guess," Marc said. "I've never been particularly outgoing."
Chaney laughed softly, not in mockery.
"Marc, you're the kinda guy girls like. You're smart, easy going, and kinda handsome."
Marc was quiet for a second. Looking at Chaney.
"You're screwing with me," he jokingly accused eventually.
Chaney shook her head.
"It's true. You're the kind of 'regular guy' that 'regular girls' are drawn to... I know that sounds like an insult, but... you know what I mean."
"Kinda?"
They paused, and then both chuckled a little. Still, Marc was a little... taken aback by the 'handsome' comment. More so than the 'smart' part, he didn't think he particularly expressed it.
He wasn't sure what to think of it.
"Anyways, I do wonder what's keeping Sofia," Chaney mused. "She's taking her sweet time..."
"Girl lives by her own schedule most of the time," Marc answered.
One of the staff came over with their coffees, Chaney having ordered a frappe and a biscuit on the side. Marc took his drink and thanked the staffer, taking a few sips.
"I suppose that's true," Chaney agreed, dunking her biscuit. "But it's not so bad. I don't mind talking with you. I was kinda hoping I'd get a chance earlier."
Marc paused his sip, and glanced up at her.
"Really?"
"You seem like a nice guy. I know you can be a bit grumbly, but who isn't when dragged to a fashion store when they've got no interest? Trust me, I've seen it in plenty of people. Boyfriends and husbands, and the occasional lady friend who has to wait for their partner to finish browsing. You get along with Sofia so well though, so I think you'd be nice to hang out with. Perhaps catch a coffee on our own some time."
She had no idea just how well he 'got along' with Sofia. Still, Marc wasn't sure if this was flirting or Chaney just wanted to be friends, the tone made it hard to tell, bubbly and upbeat. Also because he barely knew her."
"I mean... could be an idea," he conceded.
Just then, Sofia finally made her appearance, slinging her own bag off her shoulders, wearing a pale pink blouse and jeans similar to Chaney's, albeit of a much darker colour, and fashionable slides.
"Sorry I'm late," she excused as she sat down. "Mum had some things she wanted to do."
She sighed and then looked between the other two.
"So, what are we talking about?"
"Oh, not much, university stuff, job stuff, maybe hanging out again. Your step-brother's pretty alright," Chaney said, giving the cliff notes.
Sofia cast Marc a very subtle grin, her sly expression going unnoticed by Chaney, but Marc could already feel his face turning a slightly redder shade.
"Yeah, he's pretty cool~"
Marc took another sip of his coffee.
"Well, I see you two have started without me, so I'll go get my own drink to join in on the fun."
Sofia went to get up again, but Chaney wagged her finger in denial.
"No no, I've already paid for my drink and his, it's only right I pay for yours too. On me."
"But you've just sat down," Marc pointed out.
"And I'm getting back up again," Chaney retorted with a cheerful smile as she rose again. "Be right back."
She headed over to the counter to make the order.
Marc took this opportunity for some interrogation, leaning over towards Sofia.
"What're you playing at?" he asked with his voice lowered a bit.
"What are you on about?" Sofia said quietly, looking confused.
"Don't play dumb. I know you weren't late for a real reason. You didn't tell me Chaney was coming. Read my mind and know I'm not an idiot."
She paused for a moment, and then smiled.
"You two would be good together~" she confessed with a knowing smirk.
"I barely know her, Sofia, and you're trying to hook me up with her?"
"You'll know her more if you actually spend time with her. I know she's got eyes for you. Don't need mind reading to figure that out."
"But... why? I don't get it, I thought I was your 'Soul Mate', or whatever, wouldn't you want me to not go out with other people?"
"You don't stop me from banging other people, do you?"
Marc had no immediate answer to that, pulling back and going red in the face. Prompting Sofia to giggle knowingly.
"Unless she was going to steal you away somehow, I'm more than happy to help my bro get a girlfriend. That won't stop what we've got going on, of course... and I know you wouldn't want it to stop."
"... you're twisted, you know that, right?"
"Twisted and evil and wrong~" she teased, grabbing Marc's drink and taking a sip.
"Hey, that's mine!" He stole back his coffee from his giggling stepsister, just as Chaney returned.
"Can't you wait for yours, Sofia?" Chaney chastised in her usual friendly demeanour.
"No," Marc muttered as he took a possessive swig of his coffee, eyes twitching a little as he somehow tasted Sofia in it... another damned sex demon trick of hers, no doubt. Her ability to screw with him in public was truly quite impressive.
And yet... he wasn't about to stop drinking his coffee.
"Gotta keep your brother on your toes, you know?" Sofia answered, her excuse poor, but it made Chaney laugh.
"I think you keep him on his toes plenty enough, knowing you," she retorted, Marc doing his best not to choke on his drink or respond to that remark in any way. "You're more energetic than I am at times."
"Oh, that's a lie, I don't know anyone else with the kind of bubble in her step like you, Chaney. No one else in town has your kind of energy."
"Now you're making me blush," Chaney retorted. "Still, it's nice to see you two getting along."
"Well, you know me, a people person," Sofia remarked.
"And here's me, the one some people thought unsociable," Marc finally interjected.
"You're just introverted," Chaney said sympathetically. "Nothing wrong with that. And it's nice to know someone you can be properly chill with."
Marc didn't know whether he should feel bad about that assessment or not, because it fit him rather well.
"I suppose that's true. Though, if I've gotta be honest, I think Sofia's helped work me out of some of that," he conceded.
"People. Person," Sofia reiterated with a smirk.
Marc gently brushed her shoulder in annoyance, making Sofia and Chaney giggle.
Though, even Marc couldn't help crack a small smile; Sofia had done quite a lot for him since they met... and not just in regards to the bizarre relationship they now shared.
Still, as they spoke together, joked and laughed, Marc couldn't help thinking that Sofia had an ulterior motive for playing Match-Maker.
The coffee date went well, and Marc did indeed learn more about Chaney, the girl apparently interested in pursuing a career in cinema. But not as an actress, but rather a special effects artist. Apparently she was quite good at making someone look like a shambling corpse on Halloween.
She admitted that it seemed like a more achievable goal than becoming an actress, claiming her acting skills were terrible, the only thing she could fake being formal politeness when dealing with a bothersome customer, a hard won skill.
Sofia, she could've been a great actress, though his stepsister claimed rather strongly that she'd never cut it listening to someone else call the shots. Which tracked.
However, after the coffee date was done and the three parted ways, Sofia and Marc returning home, Marc had things on his mind he needed answering.
Well, one thing.
After a quick, casual conversation with their parents, the two headed up stairs... and Marc slipped into Sofia's bedroom.
He was never quite so nervous doing this these days. After all, he'd done it frequently enough, though there were still some nerves, Marc never getting any more used to how good Sofia could make him feel, along with that predatory Succubus streak of hers.
She smirked as he entered, wheeling around on her desk's swivel chair, crossing her legs sensually as she pressed a fingertip to her lips.
"Someone wants me to talk~ Don't you have to read my rights~?" she teased.
Marc rolled his eyes as he sat down on the bed.
"No, you just have to give me a straight answer... why are you so keen on hooking me up with Chaney? It's not the first time you've suggested something like this. Hell, you even suggested a threesome. And I'm not buying what you said last time, about succubi wanting to 'spread the love'."
Sofia raised a brow.
"And why don't you buy that?" she asked him.
"Because that sounds too simple. I mean, you can't just be doing this because of some succubus cultural thing... right?"
His stepsister was quiet for a moment. And then she giggled.
"What?"
"Oh Marc, always suspicious of me," she remarked, though she hardly sounded upset. "You're partly right, I am partly motivated on the off-chance of having a threesome with my step-bro and a good friend of mine... the energies would be delicious~"
She leaned forward, letting him see down her shirt.
"But it's not just that. Some of us are just... drawn to making certain couplings happen. To encourage it, to foster it~ It's a little tied into what I just said, feasting on the mutual lust of a couple is like a delicacy~ But it also just gives us a sense of power, of strength~ I told you, we are inherently manipulators, and there's nothing like 'manipulating' two compatible people into falling in love without fucking with their minds like our usual prey~"
Marc gave her a sceptical look.
"You seriously don't think Chaney and I could fall in love, right?"
Sofia shrugged.
"It could happen. It might not last. Who knows? But, I can say for certainty that she's attracted to you. My step bro, getting all the girls~"
Marc rolled his eyes again.
"I don't think it'd work out... well, with you and me, being a thing," he admitted.
Sofia raised her brow higher, and leaned closer.
"Oh? Does my precious step-brother want to stay forever intimate with his impossibly sexy demonic step-sister~?"
Her grin was as deviant as it was teasing.
"Do you think it could work out? I don't take issue with you going out and doing your thing, otherwise I think I would've asked you to erase my memory by now. But, getting intimate with Chaney and you on the side... I dunno, it feels wrong. Deceitful, and not in a way I can really, you know... deal with. You do it to feed and stay hidden, I'd have no such excuse."
Sofia's expression softened, and she sat back, placing her hands in her lap.
"You'd want it to mean something... I get that. And you probably think it's extra hollow since I'm the one trying to match you together."
Marc averted his eyes awkwardly; Sofia had the issue nailed, but as much as the thought was in his head, he didn't quite like expressing it, since it seemed to be unfair to Sofia. Especially if what she said was true and it really was just just a proclivity of hers.
"Yeah... that," he agreed.
Sofia smiled sympathetically.
"Would you feel better if she knew about us?" Sofia ventured, and Marc went wide-eyed.
"What?! Fuck no!" he blurted out, before catching himself, composing a little, and shooting her an irritated look. "Don't you think she'd freak the fuck out? Even if, on the off-chance, she accepted that we're fucking because we're only step-siblings, do you think she'd remotely accept entering into a relationship with me atop of that?"
His outburst did not seem to bother Sofia, who remained calm.
"And what if she did? Hypothetically speaking, what if she did accept that?"
Marc went to retort, but held his tongue, and thought on it.
He was already in one bizarre relationship, what would be wrong with twisting it a little further? Hypothetically speaking, of course.
"I suppose... I would feel better. But you know that's not how it'd go."
"In which case, would it be that much worse to just... go ahead? Get to know her, hang out with her, see if she's right for you... and still keep fucking me in secret, like you already do to literally everyone on the planet. They might not be intimate with you, but the relationship we have can't be shared anyways... besides, you know where I stand when it comes to the heart, and the body. I'm not about to hold back any chance you have at having a committed, fulfilling relationship... some things even I can't fulfil, unless you don't mind showing the world what we have~"
Even when she was being serious, sometimes she couldn't help slipping in a tease. But the annoying thing was, her logic made a certain amount of twisted sense.
"Friggin Succubi and their values," he muttered. "Why does it sound not entirely crazy?"
"It'd break my heart if you wanted to stay with Chaney and give up what we have, but I wouldn't stop you. Even after what I said earlier about not wanting to give it up. Except, I know you don't want to give what we have. You like what we have. You like me~"
She suddenly got off her chair and went over to Marc, making him gulp as she straddled his hips, pressing her chest to his as her hands slid up his back.
"We may not be deeply in love, romantically connected, but we are Soul Mates... we are compatible on another level~ Your energies fuel me so much more efficiently~ My love for you is different~ Not enough to stop you from pursuing other intimacies, but hardly willing to give you up~ And not as a mere food source, you know that~"
She gripped the small of his back with one hand, the other gliding fingertips tantalisingly up his neck, Sofia starting to roll her hips and grind against his crotch. Marc let out a shivering sigh as his cock stirred.
"Besides..." she trailed off, sliding her hand to his cheek, her thumb resting across his chin in a gentle grip. She closed her eyes... and when she opened them, those glowing, demonic orbs were staring back at him. "... I know how much you're drawn to the fact I'm not human~"
He let out another shivering sigh, and she used that opportunity to slide her thumb over his lower lip and into his mouth, pressing down softly upon his tongue. And he moaned, his hands almost mindlessly moving to grasp her hips.
She wasn't even exerting any magical charm, but the look of those eyes, terrible and beautiful, just made him feel vulnerable and obedient, especially knowing how good she could make him feel.
And she was right; a part of him did wonder what being in a relationship with Chaney would be like... maybe it'd even be a good thing. But he couldn't tear himself away from Sofia. Maybe she did have his soul already, and he never noticed.
She was grinding against his bulge now, as she tilted his head to one side with her thumb in his mouth. It was absurdly dominant of her without her really exerting any authority, but it did little to change the fact that she had him where she wanted.
"Because, just as Chaney can offer you something I can't without risking our secret... I can offer you something no one else can~ And you know it~"
Marc mumbled something, his words muffled by her thumb in his mouth. She pulled it out, gently flicking it sensually across his lower lip.
"What was that~?" she teased.
Marc huffed.
"Fucking... Succubi," he uttered, though it was more of a concession to her logic than grumbling.
Naturally, she interpreted his words another way.
"That's exactly what you've been doing for the last several months, Marc~"
She giggled, and then pulled him close to plant her lips to his.
That tingling sensation he worried he was growing addicted to returned, the touch of her energy drain planting fresh pleasure inside of him. He twitched and tilted his head, trying to resist the feeling, if only to make it last.
Sofia murmured into the kiss, gaining pleasure from it thanks to the drain, and her own succubus qualities. Her eyes were half-lidded, but that only made her demonic orbs more tantalising, more alluring.
His hands began to roam, one sliding up beneath her shirt to trace her fluidly flexing spine, the other gliding over her glutes and cupping them through her jeans, gripping them almost as possessively as her eyes did his attention.
He moaned as his cock strained against his pants, desperate to be free. To sink into that dangerous pussy of hers and be drained of his vitality.
It wasn't lost on him that her drain was the closest thing he could ever come to 'deadly sex', though he'd long ago learned to trust that she'd never hurt him.
Still, there was something admittedly thrilling about it.
The hand she had to the back of his torso came around, and quickly undid his belt and started peeling down his pants, Sofia groping his cock directly through his underpants. He shuddered and moaned, feeling a warm, prickly tingle wherever her hand contacted his bulge; she was draining him directly, a quick glance down revealing that her hand was wreathed in that swirling aura, leaching energy from his body with tiny streaks of light placidly ripping out of his cock and joining the current that swirled around her fingers.
It was such a surreal pleasure and he fucking loved it.
He almost forgot that he hadn't come to Sofia's room to fuck. But she had him now, and neither were gonna put this on pause.
A few more fondles, and then Sofia finally pulled down his undies, freeing his cock with a needy spring to it. Her fingers luxuriously curled around his girth and gave it several strokes, rubbing her thumb to his leaky tip.
She broke the kiss, tongue wrapping around a small rope of his energy and pulling it into her mouth like she was erotically drawing up noodles.
Her smile was hungry, salacious, Sofia enjoying her role in this impromptu fuck - though half of them were - and Marc's willing submissiveness to her wiles.
She then lifted herself off his crotch, just enough to start tugging down her pants and underwear, gyrating her hips in a sexy dance as she exposed her pussy, dripping arousal onto his glans as she hovered over his tip.
She aligned his shaft with her entrance, and dropped down to gently splay her labia with his bellend, both gasping softly.
He felt an immediate tingling zap across his helm, Sofia's drain afflicting him immediately, a light tug that sensitised his already quite sensitive shaft.
Slowly, she swirled her hips, teasing him with her motions whilst looking into his eyes. Marc explored her body, groping her now exposed and truly bubbly rump, giving one of the glutes a desirous squeeze. His other hand slid up to her breasts, cupping them through her clothes, prompting Sofia to chuckle and lift up her shirt, pulling it off and tossing it away, leaving only her bra behind.
Marc wasted no time in sliding his hand up beneath her brassier, fondling her breast directly, feeling her erect nipple between his fingers, prompting her to moan softly.
She was still teasing his tip with her sensual dance, her faint drain enhancing the 'kiss' of her labia as they rubbed against him.
However, Sofia wasn't without endless patience of her own, and with a wicked grin, she slowed her dance... and then began to drop, taking him inside her warm, inviting depths.
Her eyes were still demonic, and still captivating, the wicked allure they possessed something Marc found quite delightful.
She dropped all the way down, sighing out once he was fully buried inside of her. She draped her arms around him, and then looked upon him with a smile that could've made anyone quiver.
"I wonder if you'd let me manipulate your mind right now~" she crooned, hand gently tracing a fingertip up the back of his neck. "Get inside your head, charm you every way I know and make you my adoring puppet~"
What she was saying was kinda scary, and yet Marc found it thrilling, in some strange way.
"Heh... maybe one day," he admitted. There was a... certain appeal, burgeoning in him, towards letting her do as she suggested. Of being overrun in such a close manner by someone he trusted.
Sofia raised a brow.
"I'm such a bad influence on you~" she crooned, before leaning in and kissing him once more, and starting to grind against his crotch with his cock inside her, stirring him about her passage, her walls clenching possessively. All whilst her passive drain enhanced even simple pleasures to exquisite degrees.
Her tongue snaked into his mouth, and he felt it unfurl more inches than any human could achieve, filling out his mouth and slowly overwhelming his tongue.
Meanwhile, he gently clapped one of her rump cheeks, gripping it after tightly, moaning and curling his toes.
He tried to fight back against her tongue, but he found it wrapped like some snake's prey, constricted and stroked... before the tip of her muscle began to probe at the entrance to his throat.
At first he went wide eyed, realising what she was about to do... but after some initial panic, he thought about it. He did trust her. And the more... inhuman things she could do was honestly just wonderful.
He relaxed, and Sofia seemed to notice this, and her tongue continued... until it was slowly wending down the back of his tongue, curving into his gullet.
He fought down his reflex as best he could. It wasn't easy, this wasn't something he was used to. He was starting to have second doubts, when Sofia's tongue began to tingle, feeling that pleasant prickling tugging from the walls of his throat wherever her tongue connected... and it seemed to suppress his reflex with no effort.
Now, he could feel it travelling deeper into his gullet, swirling around the walls, gently bulging out his neck. It was a genuinely surreal feeling, but he found himself enamoured by it, despite how alien it was. It would've been horrible without Sofia's drain suppressing his reflex though.
He let out a garbled moan, and Sofia chuckled against his lips. She also seemed to take that as her cue to start rising and falling upon his shaft, rolling her hips as she did to push his helm into her walls in the process.
The way she rode him was always hypnotic in how fluid it was. He couldn't get enough of her wondrous touch, more moans leaving him garbled by her tongue in his throat.
Gradually, Sofia picked up speed, until a gentle clapping reached their ears. Her drain seemed to strengthen in sync with her pace, though it wasn't overwhelming just yet.
He slid his hands all over her luxuriously smooth body, feeling her muscles flex beneath his fingers with each tantalising undulation of her torso. He could've sworn he felt her drain tingling his fingertips.
Soon, the gentle clapping increased to a persistent loud smacking, moist and lewd thanks to how wet she was. They rarely ever needed lube, her spit was usually enough.
It made sense, given how old her kind was, they didn't have lube hundreds of years ago. Being able to produce enough slippery fluids from one's own body was quite helpful when trying to charm someone with more interesting techniques.
And Sofia often liked to claim how every part of a succubus was a 'weapon'.
Still... even if she 'had' him, with all these advantages, he didn't want to let her have all the fun.
The hand to her ass slid down, staying pressed to her bubbly rump as an index finger slipped between her cheeks, and began to prod at her pucker.
Her eyes widened slightly, and then they narrowed wickedly as Marc felt her constantly meshing lips grin against his.
He swirled his finger against her sphincter for a few moments... and then, slowly pushed it inside the tight hole.
Her walls clenched around his digit, but he needed no lubrication, her anus proving as smooth as ever despite its tightness, and she showed no signs of discomfort.
He sank his finger almost to his knuckle, the rest of his hands loosely squeezing the glute it was resting on... and then, he began to pull his finger out, only to push it back in.
She moaned softly, so he figured he was doing something right, at least for her; he had to remind himself that her sense of pleasure wasn't quite the same as the typical human.
But man, he enjoyed it.
His fingering and her riding grew fast now, the slapping loud and reverberating throughout the room, Marc's garbled moans mixing with hers. If it weren't for her privacy spells, their taboo relationship would've been long exposed by now.
Her drain was intensifying, now he could really feel the pull on the core of his being, Sofia hungry for the energy of his Soul.
Two main currents tantalised his body with stimulation, one winding up out of his throat and into her mouth, and one twisting out through his cock into her pussy.
Their auras formed, the usual eddies in his being drawn into hers. Now he began to feel that fatigue, and it wasn't even night time.
The pressure in his loins was not affected by this, of course, building rapidly and getting ready to blow. He held onto Sofia tight, pulling his finger from her ass so he could grip her ass firmly.
She was really slamming down on him now, enough they were softly bouncing on the springiness of Sofia's bed, both still sitting upright on its edge.
Faster, faster, faster... until neither could contain themselves, Sofia and Marc's muffled, garbled moans mixing together in each of their mouths as the drain surged... much as his cum did into her pussy, Marc trying to buck upwards into her as she pushed down against his crotch.
He shuddered from orgasm and fatigue as streams of energy were ripped out through his mouth and his dick, right into her hungering succubus body.
They embraced each other tightly, their kiss still not ceasing, until she finally let go of his lips with a gasp, pulling all those inches of tongue out of his throat, recoiling them into her mouth.
He wondered where it all went, though he couldn't think too hard on that as he watched the last wisps of his energy pulled into her mouth, Sofia licking her lips salaciously.
The drain around his cock also died, and their auras faded as Marc held onto Sofia for stability, his breathing a bit heavier.
Sofia smiled warmly and cupped his cheek affectionately, making him look into her eyes, now once more 'normal'...
He thought on that. He first discovered her true nature when they first had sex and she lost control.
This wasn't her 'true' normal. It wasn't a complete disguise, but it was still not her truest self.
He recalled the last time he saw it, when she gave him that wonderful 'fashion show'.
She pushed him down onto the bed, laying with him and sighing out.
"I enjoy this~" she purred, nestling into the crook of his neck. For supposedly not sharing the same concepts of love or committed intimacy, she sure seemed to show it.
"Hah... no kidding," he retorted with some fatigue. He caressed her rump still, enjoying how she felt beneath his palm. Her cheeks were pliant, perky, firmer than her tits in the best way possible. It made her murmur happily.
"Your my Step Brother Soul Mate~" she told him, never missing an opportunity to call him that familial term. "I'm not giving this up if I can help it~"
"Even though you said you'd respect my decision if I wanted to stay faithful to a girlfriend?" he added.
Sofia chuckled.
"Yes, even if I said that~ But I thought we established that you wouldn't dream of giving it up either~" she stated.
"Yeah, we did figure that out," he agreed with a wistful sigh. "But you're still gonna play matchmaker, aren't you?"
"If you don't tell me to stop... I think you two would be cute together~"
"Maybe... still not sure about that... besides, even if we did, and we got serious, I feel like I'd let her down, because anything she does wouldn't feel remotely good anymore," he said somewhat sombrely.
Sofia giggled and poked his nose.
"Silly, that's not how it works~ Sure, she'd not be able to do anything half as amazing as I can do, but it'd still feel good~ Your body's been tuned to pleasure now, as long as you like it, anyone can make you feel good~"
Marc raised an eyebrow.
"I'm not sure if you mentioned that before," he said.
"Might have done, but hey, if not, now you know. If I did, what's the harm in a refresher~? Point is, Marc, it might not feel as good as I can give, but you're body won't be numb to it. Quite the opposite, since we've done this plenty of times~ Consider it a little subtle blessing~"
She then lifted herself up a little, and pressed a finger to his lips.
"Plus, I'm sure you could show her a thing or two that'd blow her mind~"
Marc smirked sardonically.
"You could probably blow her mind better," he conceded half-jokingly, making Sofia raise a brow.
"Oh~? Is that an invitation to join in any future 'bedroom antics'~?" she asked teasingly.
Marc blushed harder and looked away.
"No, of course not... though, I guess, it'd be kinda hot to try it, hypothetically speaking. Just not sure it'd work out without doing weird mind charm shenanigans, and I don't think you'd want to do that... though I wouldn't be surprised if you hadn't already."
The statement made him think; there was the strong possibility Sofia had 'fed' on Chaney before, and the blonde was none-the-wiser due to Sofia altering her memories.
It suddenly seemed less... okay, when it was someone he knew, someone Sofia was actively trying to hook him up with.
Sofia sighed out wistfully.
"Ah, I've hungered for her for a while, if I'm being honest. But... I felt like leaving her be, as a friend... figured I'd try that human idea of being 'just friends', but you know, liking her makes me want her even more," she admitted. "So, yeah, if you ever did date her, and we ever did figure out a way to get a nice threesome going on without messing with her mind - and I know you got worried over that, I could feel your thoughts - I'd jump on that opportunity~"
"Oh, right. Thought feeling stuff," Marc said casually. He really couldn't hide much from her. He wasn't sure if that made him uneasy over the lack of perceived privacy, or feel somewhat relieved that Sofia could work out his anxieties with relative ease. "And, yeah, colour me surprised that you haven't done her yet. Still, can't really shake the idea of you going down on her... dammit, you've really got me thinking about it now."
Sofia was quiet for a moment, and then she let out a cute, amused snort.
"What?" he asked.
"You're rather laidback and more carefree after we fuck~ You see the fun side of things more easily~ I like that~" she explained.
"You mean I'm more suggestible," he said with a snarky tone. "And telling me about wanting Chaney and shit... frigging Succubus instincts shit."
He let out a laugh, and pulled her close.
"You're a fucking terrible influence on me," he said with a smirk.
She planted a quick kiss on his lips, the tiniest tingle and arc of her drain making his mouth buzz pleasantly.
"As long as I don't send you off the deep end or the mostly straight and narrow, I think I'm doing pretty well~" she retorted, hugging him back and pressing against him.
Dammit, she was so fucking hot, Marc thought. He'd want to go again at this rate, but he didn't want to exhaust himself so early.
"I guess that's true... still, I think I need more time to think about Chaney... can't lie, she is cute. Just not sure I could manage relationships with you both."
"Then you think about it. I don't want to force you, that wouldn't be any fun. But it is hard to resist these urges," she admitted.
"It's still surreal to me how instinctual you seem at times. They're pretty strong. But, kinda kinky, in a weird way. You really aren't human."
"No, Marc, I'm not~ I gobble cute humans up, just like you~"
She laughed playfully and then suddenly attacked his neck with a series of wet, suckling nibbles, making him gasp and shiver.
"H-Hey! If I get hard again, we'll just end up fucking again, and then what?"
"What do you mean, 'then what', we'll be having fun~"
"Ugh," Marc grumbled, throwing his arm over his face as Sofia giggled. "You're gonna be the death of me."
He felt her lips peck him affectionately on the cheek. He moved his arm to see her smiling face.
"Never~"
He smiled back, and the two shared another hug.
The following day, Marc was deep in thought; did he really want to pursue a relationship with Chaney? The more he thought about it, the more he warmed up to the idea, but he also wasn't quite sure how to reconcile that relationship with the one he had with Sofia. Leave it to a demon to really mess with his mind.
Everything else, he got used to. He'd long since stopped caring about Sofia's predatory nature, that she 'fed' on other people. Of course she did, she had to in order to survive, and not one hair on them was harmed in the process. She did manipulate their memories, but that too was harm prevention, in a twisted sort of fashion.
Some of her morality was rubbing off on him.
But this urge of hers to play match-maker was different, and it was throwing him for a loop.
He thumped his head on his computer desk and grumbled.
"Dammit, Sofia," he complained. He sighed, and sat up.
Maybe... he should give it a try. After all, he didn't exactly choose the relationship with Sofia, that kinda... happened.
Well, he agreed after her seduction, but the demonic stuff, that was accidental.
Maybe, he could afford to be a bit bolder, and figure things out as he went.
"Fuck it, if it falls through, I'll live with the consequences. Part of being an adult and all that," he said to himself, some confidence welling up in him.
Plus, he knew that, if nothing else, Sofia would be there for him. He didn't like thinking about her as a sort of 'back up girl', that seemed terribly shallow.
He also didn't like thinking about the fact that continuing his relationship with Sofia would be kinda like cheating on Chaney, if it ever went that far. But, their relationship was already a serious secret, for multiple reasons.
What was one more oddity? At the very least, the likelihood of getting caught was low, but other than anything Sofia had to do to protect her existence, Marc was committed to accepting any consequences should he be found out.
He hoped that was enough to not seem like a complete sleeze ball.
"Fucking succubi..." he muttered as he made for the door; he'd have to ask Chaney out the old fashioned way, he didn't have her number.
But before he could open it, he paused, and made a face.
How had this decision been, somehow, easier to make, than choosing a fucking university course?
He shook his head and muttered, and left his room. On the way out, he passed by Sofia, who said nothing. Only offering a knowing smirk.
"Not a word," he muttered, though he really had no reason to be upset, he just felt embarrassed.
Sofia giggling in response certainly did not help.
He caught a taxi and made his way to the district where Chaney worked. It was still during hours, so he expected to find her working, and sure enough, as he entered the scent-filled shop, she was there, helping out a customer with her characteristic cheerfulness.
He waited on the sidelines until she was finished, and then strode over to her.
She spotted him and smiled, though there was also mild surprise.
"Oh, hi! I didn't expect to see you here," she greeted. "Not without Sofia at least. Is she here?"
"No, she's still at home," he answered with a head shake.
"Oh. In that case, can I help you with anything?"
"Actually... I was wondering if you'd like to get a coffee or something. Have a chat, stuff like that."
He really wasn't used to this. He hadn't approached a girl since highschool.
Chaney was quiet, looking almost a little surprised.
"You don't have to, it's cool, just thought I'd--"
"My break is in an hour," she answered with a smile. "Let's catch up then. The same place as before?"
Marc almost stammered, but he managed a smile in answer and nodded.
"Sure. See you then."
Chaney nodded, and then returned to her work. Marc wasn't about to linger, he was already feeling way more embarrassed than he should've, so he made his way to the cafe they usually frequented, as suggested. He pulled up a chair, and then waited, passing the time by checking his phone.
If Sofia could sense him from home, she'd probably be laughing right about now.
A little over an hour of time went by, and sure enough, Chaney showed up, dressed in her work clothes and carrying her bag.
"Hey there," she greeted, and Marc waved in return, rising from his seat.
"This time, drinks are on me," he said, Chaney nodding.
"A mocha, please," she requested.
Marc nodded, and briefly left to make the order. He returned, and sat down with Chaney.
It was now he realised he had no idea what to talk about.
"So..." he began, trying to think.
"Still trying to find the right course?" she added, and Marc was thankful for having something to work with.
"Yeah. Still not sure what sciences I want to pursue, I was always pretty good at math. But I really don't know if I should go into physics or maybe even try chemistry. However, I think I am starting to get to the point where I can figure out where I should lean towards."
"Sciences, huh? Gonna join the big shot doctors and get a Nobel?" She giggled pleasantly, and Marc found it quite charming.
"Hah, not likely. I'll leave that up to the geniuses, I'm not that smart. But if I can get a career assisting research or maybe getting involved in engineering stuff, that I'm good at, I think I'll be good."
"You still seem a bit unsure what direction you want to take. No need to rush it. I thought I wanted to be a singer, but... turns out I'm not that great at that either," she admitted sheepishly. Marc didn't quite believe it, her voice was rather sweet, but some people had no rhythm. "But! I had a knack for making my little brother look strong or scary whenever he wanted to dress up. And, well, I've found plenty of unique ways of using makeup for different looks. So, yeah, that's how I ended up looking at doing VFX makeup. Unfortunately, there's not really any convenient courses nearby."
She huffed, and then perked up when a staffer brought their drinks. She swirled the mug a little.
"I guess we're both a little snagged in our own ways," Marc added, Chaney nodding affirmatively.
"Oh well, I'm not too rushed for time. But, like anything, you've got those anxieties if you leave something for too long. Know what I mean?"
"Yup... feel like if I don't make a decision soon, I'm gonna lose my mind."
He paused for a moment, thinking about the layers that statement had.
Chaney cocked her head.
"Something wrong?" she asked, noticing his pause.
"Nothing. Just stuff I've been thinking about. But other than our shared looming dread for the future, what else do you get up to?"
Marc didn't want to just sit here lamenting the difficulties of choosing a path in life with Chaney, that felt like it wasn't going to get anywhere.
"Oh, well, nothing much other than girls' nights with my friends. I wish Sofia could join us more often, she's fun. Then, there's movies, going to cafes... oh, I love going to art museums and galleries! I find a lot of inspiration in them, things I could do to make someone look like an angel, or a swamp monster, or a ghost... it gets my head turning!"
Marc smirked; he admittedly wasn't quite so sociable as Chaney or Sofia, and he'd rather go to a science museum, but he enjoyed Chaney getting animated about her passion.
"Maybe we could visit one together some time, see what they've got, if that's an idea," Marc suggested. Chaney paused in interested thought.
"Well, there is one place that tends to cycle out what they have, and gets stuff displayed by local artists, so there's usually something new to look at. I've been busy lately, so I haven't had a chance to go recently."
"Sounds good to me, Chaney. Just tell me when," Marc agreed.
"I've got time off tomorrow. Give me your number, and I'll text you the place to go to, and I'll meet you there," she said.
Marc nodded, and they exchanged phone numbers, sending text tests to be sure.
"Alright. Well, my break's almost done, so I better head back. Tomorrow at ten?" Chaney asked.
"Sure, I'm looking forward," Marc answered.
"It's a date then," she said with a smile. "See you soon, Marc~"
With that, she finished her drink, and left Marc alone, heading back to work, whilst he sipped the remainder of his drink.
"It's a date," he echoed.
Come the following day, Marc was waiting outside the mentioned gallery. It was somewhere near the city centre, so it was quite bustling. He was sitting on a stone brick in some open air plaza, with water features, green space garden beds and benches everywhere. People were talking, having coffees and lunches, doing stuff on phones and laptops, and he could hear the din of traffic on the streets.
He was dressed in his best blue jeans and a long-sleeved button-up shirt. Nothing too fancy, but not as casual as a T-Shirt. His joggers were no different, of course.
He tapped his foot as he waited.
He had no idea why he was so nervous about this date. It wasn't like he hadn't gone on them before, he has had a girlfriend in the past, though that relationship was short-lived like most high-school couplings tended to be.
Somehow this was different. And he figured it was because of Sofia.
When he returned yesterday, she seemed happy that he went out on a limb and met up with Chaney, especially hearing about the date.
Which made the things she did to him that night all the more weird. Weirder still is he wasn't any less into it.
Part of him still thought that what he was doing was dangerous, that this amounted to some form of advanced cheating.
Going out with a girl whilst he was fucking his stepsister from hell. Literally.
Sofia knew this though. She even reiterated that if he wanted to get serious with Chaney and do it 'properly', she would respect his wishes, at least to the best of her ability, but she said something cryptic about Soul Mates and denial.
He had a feeling a succubus, after tasting a Soul Mate and feeding on them regularly, would probably go through something akin to withdrawal if they suddenly had to stop. Or at least would be really driven by instinct to entice their most suited partner.
Fortunately for her, and most confusing for Marc, he had decided not to end their relationship. Maybe he did love her, in a similar twisted way she loved him. Succubus morality was funky.
Maybe he just didn't want to give up the sex with an otherworldly being. Not a lot could say they got to regularly bone a demon.
He tried to put those thoughts out of his mind. Today was a date with Chaney.
And sure enough, she arrived soon, wearing bell-bottom jeans with a white frilly casual blouse that just barely revealed her midriff, wearing some dark slip-on shoes and a pair of light shades. She had her bag with her, slung over her shoulder. She looked rather fashionable.
She spotted Marc and lit up, waving to him. He returned the gesture as he sat up from the block.
"Marc! Were you waiting long?"
"Not long," he lied, having actually sat and milled around for about twenty minutes.
She gave him a wry look, as if she knew he wasn't being so truthful, but it didn't matter to her.
"Anyways, you ready to look at paintings and maybe shitty sculptures?"
Marc found her blasé attitude rather humorous.
"You mean some lumpy stones or paint thrown onto a canvas and getting called 'genius'?"
Chaney chuckled.
"Maybe we could tape a banana to a wall," she joked. "But there'll still be plenty of nice works to look at. Come on, let's get going!"
Marc nodded, and followed Chaney up the steps into the gallery.
It was a pretty swell time, Marc discovered; Chaney pointed out things about some of the reproductions of famous classic paintings that he didn't know about that he did find interesting, she gushed over a local artist whose wood sculptures were honestly quite impressive - Marc didn't think he'd ever seen a ghost carved out of wood that looked ghostly, given the hollowness to the figure - and of course, they had a silent chuckle over one particular painting that was just multi-coloured paint splashed over a canvas, having pride of place on one wall in the abstract section. It seemed they both shared the same opinion on abstract art, some of it at least.
They spent a good ten minutes marvelling over an aluminium casting of an ant's nest, held in a glass case because it was of course fragile as hell, but it was fascinating seeing all the little nodules, and branches that connected them, once a bustling colony.
The description indicated that it was a Fire Ant nest; there was no symbolic meaning in it, nothing to do with their name and having molten aluminium poured into their colony to cook them alive. Simply that they were major pests and the caster was confident people could enjoy their work with a clear conscience.
They came across a display that got Marc rather intrigued, given its usage of lasers in a particular manner. He got a chance to explain wavelengths of light and how they interacted with different materials, especially since there was a video showing the whole set-up burning through different coloured balloons.
Was it an abstract mechanical artwork with an impossible to discern meaning? Quite possibly, but it had something interesting to talk about due to the physics behind it.
Chaney seemed to hang on his words, so Marc was happy.
They got cappuccinos at the gallery's little cafe, along with some sandwiches, and spoke about things they did and stuff they saw online.
Eventually, they started to lose steam to continue the outing, and slowly worked their way outside, now early afternoon.
Marc stretched his arms.
"That was different, I don't think I've been to an art gallery in a while," he admitted.
"I usually go quite frequently, but like I said yesterday, I haven't had a chance to recently. So this was nice."
"Yeah, I had fun too, more than I expected. Glad you're happy," he agreed.
Chaney then stopped before him and smiled.
"I enjoyed today, I had a good time. I'd like to do something like this again, soon," Chaney suggested.
Then she leaned forward and pecked him on the cheek.
Though it wasn't anything like Sofia's draining kisses, it felt like he got zapped, and for a moment, it was like he was a complete virgin.
Chaney pulled back and smiled.
"Call me, Marc~" she insisted. "See you later~"
She waved and then turned around, walking off with an ever-so-subtle pep in her step.
Marc stood there, feeling a little flustered. And then he smirked.
"Sure. Next time, Chaney~"
Marc and Chaney indeed had a next time. And then another. And again, and soon, a week and a half passed, the two dating already. They discovered some shared tastes, some tastes that definitely weren't shared, but they found amusement in the disparity, from things like movies, to music, to food; he discovered that Chaney despised salt and vinegar chips whereas he didn't mind them, but both loved Choc Mint treats. Marc didn't much like horror movies, but Chaney loved them, though she naturally loved movies in general, always looking close at the effects used.
And behind the scenes, Sofia was always eager to hear about Marc's dates. It felt weird telling her about such things, but it was hard to hide anything from her; even if she didn't try to pry, he came home after a date always feeling rather happy, and she could easily skim the feelings.
Marc couldn't quite understand Sofia still, how happy she seemed to see Marc and Chaney's relationship progressing. He knew for a fact she would've happily bedded them both if circumstances allowed, but she did seem genuinely cheerful over the whole thing.
And that seemed to translate to their taboo proclivities, Sofia proving more energetic and bubbly and overall more playful.
It was only a small increase, she was typically like that, but he could really feel her mood was extra buoyed.
Which made him feel extra weird; he was dating Chaney, and fucking his stepsister, but Sofia actively encouraged him to date Chaney.
It just further reinforced his belief that Succubi were weird, and Sofia had irreparably warped his sense of morality. If only a little.
He still had reservations about this whole thing, but Marc found himself in a bizarre situation; he liked Chaney, and he liked Sofia, and if he stopped dating Chaney to preserve a sense of integrity with any relationship, he'd make both her and Sofia sad.
Over time, however, he was finding himself... more at peace with the idea. He just had to suppress the desire to have a threesome, lest it taint his perception of the relationship with Chaney.
Which was rather important, because there was one odd moment where it seemed like Sofia was subtly threatening him.
"Chaney's a friend, you know? I'd be upset if she was hurt," she had said.
Now, Marc didn't think Sofia would ever actually hurt him, but he wouldn't begrudge her for being angry if he broke Chaney's heart.
He did sometimes think it'd be on her if it happened, since she had rather encouraged him to date her. There might've been a pressure there.
That being said, Sofia did often give him advice, and apparently had been practising her concealment spells and glamours, so it seemed to him that Sofia wanted Marc and Chaney to work out as much as possible, both for the ulterior motive of a potential threesome, but also because it seemed to make her happy, to see them happy.
However, Marc was about to face the true test of whether he could commit to this dynamic.
Marc and Chaney had just finished watching a movie at a local theatre, something neither had done for a very long time. Why would they, it was easier to watch online or pirate them. But as a date, it went swimmingly, some cheesy action flick that both of them found fun and amusing at parts.
They took a taxi to Chaney's flat, a small high-rise apartment unit, neither too grungy nor particularly fancy, affordable on Chaney's paycheck and some assistance from her parents. Marc escorted her back to her apartment, and they stood outside the door, holding hands.
"Tonight was great, Marc~" she said with a sweet smile on her face.
"Yeah, I haven't heard you laugh like that before," he answered with a grin, causing her to chuckle.
"Well, it was such a dumb scene!" she exclaimed, then blushed. "Kinda embarrassed that I made so much noise in the theatre, really."
"Ah, who cares, others laughed at the stupid," he assured.
"You're very sweet, Marc. For being such a grouch~"
"Hey, I'm the sweetest grouch," he defended.
Chaney smiled, and leaned in close, pecking him on the lips. Then, she kissed more firmly, and Marc returned the gesture, gently holding her.
However, as they kissed, he noticed a certain... light in her eyes. Her kissing was a bit more eager than usual. It wasn't the first time they'd made out, they'd done it a few times, and she was a surprisingly good kisser.
She let out a quiet murmur, which was new. Then, she broke the kiss with a blush.
"Would you, uh, like a coffee? We can stay for a bit," she offered.
It wasn't the first time he'd stayed at her flat either... but never at night.
"Sure," he answered, keeping his expectations in check.
Chaney guided him inside; it was a simple place with beige furniture and a white kitchen setup blending into the dining area and living room. Not dissimilar to what his house had, just smaller and much less fancy. She had a few house plants here and there. To the right were the doors to her bedroom and bathroom, and on the left was a small study. Not a bad place, all things considered, if a bit drab outside of the various movie posters, little decorative trinkets and the colourful pillows on the couch in the living room.
Chaney went over to the kitchen and put the kettle on, making some instant coffee for the two of them.
Marc sat down on the couch, and soon Chaney was over, mugs in hand. She handed one to him, and sat down next to him. They quietly sipped their drinks before Chaney spoke.
"It's... been a while since I've had a guy over after dark," she said. "My last boyfriend was kind of an ass in the end. We broke it off."
"It wasn't that asshole that lost his shit at me and Sofia, was it?"
Chaney laughed.
"God no. No, Derrick, my last BF that is, was just... uptight and kinda wanted more out of me than he wanted to provide in return. Plus, he was rather rude in bed, kinda expected me to do all the work."
"Fair enough," Marc replied, sipping from his coffee sheepishly.
Then, Chaney let out a wistful sigh.
"Still... I haven't had much company since then, besides you. You've been a breath of fresh air, to be honest. Especially given how kinda closed up you were when we first met. It's nice to see you open up."
"I'd chalk that up to you and Sofia. I think you both might've pushed me a bit to be less of an ass," he agreed.
"Marc, you were never really an ass. Just unsociable. Especially given you'd recently moved here. Of course you'd be grumpy."
"Still, it took a while to warm up to Sofia, after spending my life an only child. In that regard, I think you both have been a healthy influence on me."
He wasn't afraid to admit that, but it was a bit of a lie, because Sofia's influence on him was anything but wholesome.
"Just goes to show that people can always surprise you," she stated.
"Mmmhmm," Marc answered mid swig of his coffee, nearing finishing it.
Then, Chaney decided to live up to what she just said, and placed a hand on Marc's thigh.
He paused, and looked at her. Her eyes were full of intensity.
"Chaney?"
"Marc... I haven't gotten laid in ages... and, well, I like you. I know we've barely been dating long, but... you wanna do it?"
Marc was quiet, looking at her. Then, he downed the last of his coffee and leaned over to plant it on the coffee table firmly.
"Definitely."
Chaney giggled, and quickly finished her drink, placing the mug next to his and rose up, holding onto Marc's hand as she escorted him to her bedroom.
Marc didn't hesitate, but in his mind he was doing somersaults; would this be where it all came crashing down?
He was about to find out.
Chaney's bedroom was filled with even more movie posters, the interior cramped with shelves filled with trinkets, baubles and other personal effects. Her computer was in the study, which was filled with random bits and bobs and a lot of makeup stuff, as was her hobby and her hopeful future career.
A few stuffed plushies sat on the bed, but Chaney quickly cleared them away, placing them down next to it.
Then, she guided Marc to the bed, and made him sit down on its edge. She removed her shoes, and pulled off his, and soon, she was crouched before him.
He could tell she was nervous; even if it was hardly her first time, it was her first time with him. Maybe she wanted to make a good impression.
She hesitated for a moment, staring at his crotch as she considered her options. Then, she sighed out and began to rub her palm to his junk through his jeans.
Her efforts were light and a bit hesitant... but his reaction was instant, blood flowing into his cock at the touch.
Maybe Sofia was right after all. That, he was glad of.
Chaney quickly gained some confidence, and squeezed a bit more firmly, fondling his growing bulge, eager to nurse his erection to full strength.
After it began to strain against his garments, Chaney decided to peel them down to his knees, letting his cock bounce free and stand proud.
She stared at it for a moment, quietly mouthing 'wow'.
Then she glanced down, and then up to his eyes with a smile.
"You shave down there?" she commented, sounding mildly surprised.
Marc rubbed the back of his head sheepishly.
"Yeah, well... I like it smooth, hair down there annoys me," he lied. It didn't feel all that good to lie to Chaney, but at the same time, he could never go back to having hair down there either; smooth was great, so there was some truth to his words.
"It's okay, I think it looks nice~" she praised softly, reaching to wrap her fingers around his shaft, and give it a soft stroke.
Marc let out a breath, his cock eagerly bobbing in Chaney's grip. Several more strokes, and he was quite steely, his foreskin being peeled down repeatedly, slicking up his shaft as he began to leak precum already.
"Damn, you're responsive," Chaney observed, tentatively rubbing her thumb over his slit, smearing that musky precum into his helm, earning a soft sigh from Marc.
"Thanks," he answered. Inwardly, partly directed at Sofia, for her assurances that sex without her would not be ruined, maybe even enhanced in some fashion, turning out to be true.
He put Sofia out of his mind fully, hard as that was to do; this was Chaney's time, and he got the feeling Sofia would be actually miffed if he was thinking about her in this instance.
The kiss Chaney planted to the back of his helm really helped with that focus. She was tender, more inexperienced than Sofia, but eager, she seemed to want to taste his cock. She unfurled her tongue and dragged it up his shaft, sighing out and letting hot breath wash over his needy member.
She did this several times, before moving to plant a broad kiss to his bellend, loosely rubbing her tongue side to side against the backside of his head, before slowly pushing down and taking the first inch of cock into her mouth, still stroking it with her one hand.
It was hard to believe that the cheerful, friendly Chaney was currently sucking his dick, but Marc was more than happy to see and feel it.
She was a bit tentative, but slowly she took more of his shaft into her mouth, tongue gently lapping side to side. Her lips did struggle to form a totally tight seal, but she was trying... and they were quite soft.
As she reached the halfway point, she brought her other hand, and cupped his balls, fondling them tenderly. She murmured softly, starting to bob up and down, whilst the hand around the lower half of his cock began stroking and twisting gently.
Marc sighed out and tilted his head back, gripping the edge of the bed just that little bit tighter. It felt good.
Then, there was a moment of hesitation, and Chaney began to drop down a bit further on his cock, pushing her hand against groin to give room. Her movements grew tighter, and she struggled to keep her lips wrapped tightly.
He felt the tip of his cock slide against the back of her tongue, and that's when she let out a small choke. She tried a little deeper, and then pulled off with a strained gasp.
"Sorry," she apologised, a bit out of breath.
Marc reached out and gently played with the hair on the side of her head affectionately.
"No need to force yourself, Chaney... actually, I have an idea."
He got off the bed, his cock almost poking Chaney in the nose as he gestured for Chaney to swap places.
"O-Okay," she stuttered out of confusion. Then, once she was on the bed, Marc made his move... and started pulling off her shirt. He did so slowly, hands held such that he caressed the sides of her body as he lifted her shirt up, slowing as he reached her breasts, just above nice handfuls in size, contained in a simple blue bra. She lifted her arms up, and once he'd lifted her shirt up off over her head, he placed it on the ground carefully. Then, he brought his hands to her hips, gliding them sensually up her sides, keeping his touch light and fleeting, enough her diaphragm flinched at one point. His hands slid further upwards still, thumbs sweeping over until they were pressing against the bottoms of her breasts. He wheeled his hands around until they were gently cupping her mounds, and he leaned forward to run his tongue along the tops of both, before planting soft kisses here and there, slowly trailing up her body until he was gently suckling at her neck, making her sigh out softly, timidly. The expression on her face was a mix of stimulation and confusion. She seemed... unused to this kind of attention. Yet she didn't look like she wanted it to stop either.
Marc smiled, and worked his way back down after a few moments lavishing her neck with affection, his hands now moving behind Chaney to start working at her bra.
It was a little different, but he'd gotten rather adept at figuring out new clip configurations... and soon, it was off too, carefully discarded to the floor next to the bed.
Marc leaned back to admire her bust; he'd never seen her naked like this, ever. Nor had she been naked around him, Chaney looking away with a red flush on her face. Even after making the first move, Chaney still felt a little self-conscious about her first time with her current boyfriend.
It kinda made Marc feel a little self-conscious himself, but he brushed those doubts aside; he wanted Chaney to feel good, to feel desired.
He leaned forward, and curled his tongue across a semi-erect nipple, earning a small squeak from her. He lifted his head up.
"Let me know if you want me to stop doing something," he requested.
"No... keep going," she answered softly, her voice heated.
Marc smiled, and licked her other nipple, slowly kissing along her breast at a placid pace, drawing his lips firmly together with wet, reverent kisses. Then, he latched onto one of her nipples, gently, and tenderly waggled his tongue at the nub, whilst he suckled on the peak, his closest hand moving to gently grope the opposite breast.
Another quiet sound of stimulation left Chaney as Marc worshipped her bust, swapping over to gently suckle on her other breast. He kept that up for a few moments, before slowly trailing a series of lusty kisses and reverent licks down her belly, kissing her navel in particular before travelling down further.
Soon, he was properly on his knees and between her thighs, as he brought his fingers to the hem of her jeans... and began to pull them off, leaving them with the rest of her clothes.
There, he faced down her peach pink underwear, a tiny wet spot of arousal visible on them. He slid his hands across her thighs, rubbing them like a soft massage, before curving them around to grip her hips, as he brought his lips to peck at her vulva through her pantyhose.
"M-Marc?" Chaney questioned.
He looked up at her.
"You said your last boyfriend expected you to do everything. Well, I figure I'd do something for you instead~" he explained with an eager grin, his confidence growing by the moment.
"Oh... then, yeah, it's just... no one's ever eaten me out before," she admitted. "I don't know what it's like."
"Then I'll go slow," Marc assured, before returning to kissing and pecking at her vulva through her pantyhose. He avoided using his tongue, since Chaney's panties were proper cotton and he hated licking that unless it was sufficiently moist already.
He found her clit through the material, and then slowly worked away at it with gentle jaw motions, making Chaney whine in stimulation.
After this slow, lecherous teasing, Marc decided it was time to continue... and with sensual care, he slowly pulled her panties down, planting kisses along her smooth shaved legs, and placed the garment on the ground with the pile.
Now Chaney was fully naked, exposed before a guy for the first time in it seemed a while, at least for her. That could've been a year for all he knew, but for some people, that was enough.
All that mattered was her being quite wet. That was good, it meant she was aroused and he was doing something right.
Now, he had nothing to restrict him, save his own promise to be gentle.
He leaned in once more, and curled his tongue against her clit, seeking it out and watching her responses.
She squeaked, and squeaked again when he licked a second time. Then she gasped when he started tracing the tip of his tongue between the nub and the inner side of the hood, undulating his tongue carefully.
It was a luxurious feeling, making someone react like this, that much he was sure about.
He clasped his lips next, and began to suckle on her clitoris much as he had done with her nipples, but more delicately. His tongue brushed up and down against her nub, and he felt her lean back and lay against the bed, a hot moan leaving her lips.
"Oh fuck," she breathed out.
Marc smiled against her vulva, but decided not to go too hard on her most sensitive nub just yet. He had other parts to tend to, depths to explore.
He moved down her gash, tongue curling in between her labia and gently waggling from side to side, trying to trace the crevices between her inner and outer labia, until he was over the entrance to her canal.
There, he began to work his jaw away like he was kissing her, whilst starting to twist his tongue at her entrance, carefully working his way inside.
Her moans were getting louder, so he knew he was doing something right. He moaned softly, and felt his cock bob between his legs, eager for more. That could wait, he wanted to hear Chaney moan some more just from his mouth... but damn, it was arousing to hear her whine in pleasure.
He huffed, and pushed his tongue deeper, as he mashed his jaw away carefully, hungrily, starting to twist and waggle his muscle about inside her. He increased the intensity of his efforts gradually, gauging her reactions and listening for any complaints or commands to stop. There were none, so he kept going, and gradually got a little more vigorous.
Then came the most encouragement he could ever hope for.
"Oh god, faster, Marc!" He saw the blankets crinkle a little, even from where he was; she must have been gripping the sheets tightly.
Marc smiled; he was more than happy to oblige.
He started working his jaws away faster, started thrashing his tongue about inside her, but in everything, he maintained a careful precision, focusing on parts that seemed to get the most reactions, he wasn't just blindly gargling her pussy like a dog attacking a hose. Vigorous precision, that's what he'd learned got the greatest results.
Of course, sometimes some broader efforts did wonders, Marc pulling his tongue out of her pussy to make broad strokes up her gash repeatedly, rapidly, switching to going down, and then waggling his muscle between her folds with speed.
And once more, he latched onto her pussy, eager to see how far he could take her... if anything, he wanted to make her cum.
He thrashed his tongue at her clit, twisting it around the base and beneath the hood, curling it up the nub and flicking it vigorously.
She was starting to twist and arch her back, grasping sharply and breathing hotly.
"M-Marc! Right there! Right there!" she pleaded. It was surreal hearing her like this, but it energised him, invigorated him.
He couldn't let her down now, could he?
He kept up his efforts, practically gulping down at her pussy, ravishing it with his hunger, until, with a squeal, Chaney came, shuddering spasmodically, her pussy quivering. She didn't sputter, but Marc could tell she was losing her mind.
He kept going for a few seconds more, really getting the most out of Chaney's orgasm, before finally pulling back and letting her calm. He wiped his face and stood up, looking down at her.
"You good?" he asked the panting girl.
She draped an arm over her eyes, but managed to nod.
"Just... give me a minute... woo... that was something," she said. Honestly, she was making Marc's heart bubble and dance with her praise.
Eventually, she regained her composure and calmed her breathing, and propped herself up on her elbows to look at him.
"Damn, where did you learn to do that?" Chaney asked.
"Porn, but not the really out there stuff. And I guess I did take some advice online," he said, sounding sheepish, not letting on the real source of his practise.
"Well, it's clearly working~" she praised, as she rolled over and crawled to her bedside table. She opened it, fishing around the cluttered drawer, before producing a strip of condom packets. They looked fresh.
"I bought these recently... I guess I had cock on the mind," she joked with a small laugh.
Marc blinked for a second, before realising that, yes, he would need protection.
He got so used to doing it raw without concern. Oh well, it was no big deal to have the reminder.
Chaney beckoned him onto the bed. He quickly stripped the rest of his clothes until he was as naked as she was, and got onto his knees, shuffling forward as she opened up one of the packets, and with his cock bobbing before her, she rolled the thin, translucent sleeve down on his shaft, tugging it tight and snug, giving him a few gentle strokes through the material.
Then, she rolled onto her back, and biting her lower lip seductively, she beckoned him again.
Now for the main event. Marc meandered until he was between her legs, dropping low over her. He trailed loving kisses up her body, pecking her navel, her breasts, licking her nipples, until he nestled his face into the crock of her neck, rocking his hips to grind the side of his cock against her slit, rubbing up and down to tease her, and get her nice and wet, not that she wasn't already, after his rather effective cunnilingus.
Now he just hoped he could live up to the hype.
His lips worked their way up from her neck, until they meshed with hers, Chaney wrapping her arms around his back and crooning happily into the kiss, moaning softly as well from the grinding.
Shortly, Marc stopped rubbing her slit, and instead angled his hips until his tip was pressing to her entrance. It felt different with a condom, but thankfully it was tight and thin enough the sensation wasn't too diminished. Though he did wish he could feel how wet she was.
Then, after a few prods... he began to slide inside.
Chaney broke the kiss to moan into the crook of Marc's neck, clearly feeling the pleasure already. Perhaps a little sensitive from her previous orgasm.
He pushed in slowly, until he was to the hilt inside her. Her walls flexed light around him, the beat of her heart able to be felt as a gentle pulsing through her contours.
He murmured, and then started to move, slowly at first, rolling his hips rather than rocking his entire body, only moving back slightly to enhance said rolling. His balls gently pressed against her taint every time he pushed all the way in.
Chaney moaned, and tightened her embrace. However, it seemed she was rather smitten, and proceeded to pull out of the crook of his neck and return to kissing him.
He wrapped his own arms around her, one sliding between the bed and her back, and the other cradling her head as he slipped his tongue inside her mouth, as hers slipped into his.
Their muscles danced and tangled with each other, as they meshed their lips together intimately, the quiet smacking of their kissing interrupted only by their soft moans.
Marc repositioned his legs, placing them outside of Chaney's, giving him a bit more leverage to rock his hips. Every now and then, he angled them a little to push gently against her walls, on either side. He also raised and lowered his hips to change the up and down angle of his thrusts, out to stimulate every part of her he could, though he was ever alert for any pleas to slow down or stop.
They never came, only encouraging moans into his mouth. He began to pick up speed, until a gentle clapping filled the room.
The kiss was broken again, as Chaney couldn't keep it up with her constant soft gasps. However, she looked longingly into Marc's eyes as she held onto him.
Hers were beautiful.
"Don't stop," she implored. "Go faster..."
He obliged, picking up enough speed that even he was starting to huff from the stimulation. She was tighter than he expected, and the occasional squeeze from her pussy only enhanced the stimulation.
He could feel a pressure building slowly in his loins, but not too quickly. He had the stamina to make sure Chaney would get what she wanted, and he wasn't about to deny her.
And he'd get a nice load off too.
Faster and faster he thrust, starting to pant and groan with strain, until the bed began squeaking, and their hips collided with a rather loud, wet clapping. Her breasts were jiggling from the pace of the thrusting, though slightly restrained by being pressed against Marc's chest.
His balls stung ever so slightly every time they smacked against her body, but he could ignore it, the pleasure felt more than good enough, even with the condom.
"Marc! Marc, I'm close! Don't stop, oh fuck!" Her cries were lurid, and possibly audible through the walls, but neither were going to stop any time soon. Not when they were on the edge of bliss.
Faster still, Marc pushed himself, almost growling with effort... until he felt Chaney grip him almost uncomfortably tightly, spasming violently.
"Oh fuuuuuuck!" she whined with ecstasy, shaking beneath Marc.
He kept thrusting, probably making her lose her mind even more as she came, because he was so close.
"Almost... there... haaaaaa!"
He slammed inside of her, enough to make her body jolt as he came, filling up the tip of the condom with a healthy load, jerking his hips with each spurt.
They shivered together for a few moments, before slowly going limp, embracing each other slackly. Marc sighed out, and Chaney, once she started to compose her breathing, kissed him on the lips.
They were quiet for a few moments, simply basking in the afterglow. Eventually, Chaney spoke up.
"I think that might've been the best anyone's ever ploughed me," she remarked. Her praise made Marc's heart flutter.
"High praise," he said slightly breathlessly, though his recovery was proving quite quick. Nevertheless, his cock was starting to soften, so he extricated himself from Chaney's embrace, and slid his member free, pulling the condom off and tying it.
Chaney laid on her back, arms outstretched as she composed her breathing.
"I wish you could stay the night," she said.
"I mean, I don't think my parents would be too upset, maybe if I let them know, but, I think they'd prefer to know beforehand... even if they might have an idea of what we're up to," Marc said.
"Maybe next time, then," Chaney suggested. "It's a bit early anyways for you to stay the night... maybe if we talked some more."
She laughed softly.
"Me and my horny ass. But... I'm glad, Marc. I haven't felt that good in a while. Maybe... in the future, you can show me a few other tricks~"
Marc smirked as he looked for his clothes.
"If you're down, I'm happy to show you anything I know~" he quipped.
Chaney sat up and smirked in return.
"Slut~" she teased him.
Again, it was surreal to hear her like that. He rather liked it.
"Look who's talking," he teased back, making her giggle.
"Touche."
Marc pulled on his pants and sat on the bed as he got his shoes on. That was when he felt delicate hands wrap around his body, fingers splaying across his chest as breasts pressed to his back.
"I'm happy, Marc~" She kissed him on the shoulder and the neck. "See you soon?"
"Soon, Chaney~" Marc assured, as he pulled himself free to put on the rest of his clothes.
He grabbed his things, and waved farewell to Chaney, who waved back. As he made for the door, he heard her sigh out contentedly, causing him to grin.
He called a taxi on his way down stairs, and whilst waiting at the bottom, he thought about how little guilt he felt during that.
Of course, now the question was... how was he going to manage what he had with Chaney and Sofia? And would that guilt rear its ugly heard any time soon?
He'd know soon enough if he could manage it, far and away the most bold thing he's ever done.
The more immediate concern, however... was what Sofia was going to do when he got home.
If nothing else... she was definitely gonna be interested in what went down, even if she didn't pry... she'd probably get a good enough idea just skimming his mind the moment he walked inside.
What have I gotten myself into," he muttered.