Content warning: We're about to earn that yandere tag, ladies and gentlemen, potentially disturbing imagery to follow, read at your own risk
Alex's Point of View
Alex Kagan was about to get what he deserved.
He had a meeting with that eastern European ice queen tonight, no doubt about to offer her body in exchange for "fixing" Brad's grade, poor sap. Professor Schneider pretty much let Alex run the class however he saw fit, provided the esteemed professor didn't have to waste his precious time lecturing or grading homework. It was all too easy.
Alex doubled the homework, phoned in the lectures, and didn't lift a finger to help anyone who was struggling. Of course, that wasn't enough to weed Brad Regis out of the class. The lucky bastard had his very own supermodel girlfriend that did double duty as a personal tutor. Alex hated him on general principle.
What did Brad have that he didn't? The question ate at him constantly. Reka should've been with him! He was smart, didn't need any help, and got into this college on his own merits. Regis should never have been admitted to such a prestigious institution. He was only accepted due to a misguided program that provided preferential treatment for veterans. Since when did spending a few years scraping barnacles and swabbing decks or whatever mean you were college material? Fucking parasite.
The worst part was Brad wasn't even handsome. It would've been easier to stomach losing to a guy who was at least the same species as Reka. Brad Regis looked every bit like he'd spent several years at the bottom of the ocean and never saw the sun, a pale, stringy-haired reactor goblin. Was Alex supposed to believe Reka Fekete really loved this guy?
But somehow, the evidence couldn't be denied, and it galled him. He'd been so excited when he and Reka had been assigned to Stardust City. This was his big chance! They were both nuclear engineering grad students. It was fate. But somehow, Brad got there first and Reka blew him off like he was nothing. He, Alex Kagan, genius engineer, future PhD, was nothing!
We'll just see about that, won't we?
He'd spent a year trying to find a way edgewise into Reka's life: made nice with that schmuck Brad, pretended to be friendly to get tidbits of information, even lowered himself to going on a date with that fat cow Julie Winchester. And she, she, had the audacity to reject him! It was more than he could bare.
But Alex had gotten even now, oh yes. How he savored it when Brad ran out of class, fighting back tears. It still brought a smile to his face two weeks later.
The plan was brilliant if Alex said so himself, and he did. You couldn't fudge the scores on the homework too much, Reka would check. But the midterms were a different matter. You didn't have to give back the midterms, a precaution against cheating rings and frats with test banks. It was a simple matter to just forget to give credit for a few problems and boom, failing grade. There was no way Brad was digging himself out of this hole.
And now he had a meeting with Reka tonight, which was funny. Alex didn't even remember talking to Reka or asking where they were supposed to meet, but somehow he knew when and where in the back of his mind. Maybe the excitement made him forgetful.
Oh, he was going to use this shamelessly. If Reka wanted her precious boyfriend to pass his class then she'd spend the next few months as his personal plaything. It was going to feel so good watching her resting bitch face scrunch up in distaste as he plowed that perfect body over and over. And Brad would never know! Yes, he'd insist on that, at least until Alex failed him anyway. Now that was going to be sweet. The looks on their faces after Brad finds out Reka whored herself out to me and I didn't even change his grade...
The irony alone made him hard.
At the appointed hour Alex left his apartment and walked as if on auto-pilot, his feet knowing a destination that his mind didn't. It was the strangest thing.
Eh, it's probably nothing.
The door opened as he approached and Alex walked right in.
Nice of Reka to be so punctual, maybe I'll be gentle tonight?
...nah, who am I kidding?
The door closed behind him and Alex noticed Reka in the corner of the room, wearing nothing but a sheer nightgown and a heart necklace. Now he was really hard. This bitch understood the assignment without having to be told!
"Sit down, Alex," Reka commanded in a voice that tickled his eardrums in the weirdest way.
As if some kind of bug burrowed into his spine and hacked his nervous system he complied instantly, all the while feeling that same autopilot sensation. He blinked and found himself sat in a chair in the middle of the room.
There was a sense of unreality to this situation, like he was playing himself in a movie. Alex realized he could move his eyes but not his head.
He saw Reka standing near a small tray of white vials, putting on a pair of lab gloves. He asked why with his eyes.
"So I don't have to touch you," Reka explained.
Wait, what?
She leaned forward and unbuttoned his shirt.
Alex should feel excited. Why didn't he feel excited?
Reka reached for a small paintbrush and started drawing funny little red symbols on his bare chest. He tried to speak but his jaw was sealed tight and his tongue wouldn't move either.
"Rat blood," Reka supplied. "The circles will bind you more securely than my temporary compulsion magic."
Wait, magic? Was this bitch a psycho? Had she drugged him?
She looked into his concerned eyes and smiled nastily. "Never fear, my most excellent warlock. The magic circles will disappear once I'm done with you."
Yep, psycho, and what the hell is a warlock? He needed to get out of here and call the cops or something.
He tried to get up but it was like his body wasn't listening to him. The animalistic part of his brain screamed "get up, get out, danger" over and over but it was like somebody else had root access. Alex was locked out of his own body.
The little painted circles somehow felt heavy, like physically heavy. He experimented with psychedelics in undergrad but nothing like this. How can red paint feel heavy? And did she say it was rat blood? What the fuck!
Reka's eyes flashed and the circles burned.
It hurts! It Hurts! IT HURTS!
Alex was trapped. He couldn't scream. He couldn't writhe in agony. He wanted to claw at his skin, somehow sensing that if he could peel off the offending marks his torment would end. His torment didn't end. The pain and the chair were his world. He barely noticed Reka returning to the tray and drinking the first white vial.
"That will be sufficient, I think," she said neutrally, and the pain stopped. "I already know what you did but I suppose I should confirm it while I still have you here with me. You may speak."
She waved her hand and the invisible screws that fastened his jaw shut disappeared.
"Reka, what the fuck?" he gasped tiredly. How was he tired? He'd been sitting still.
Her eyes flashed again and Alex closed his eyes, bracing for the pain to restart.
"No dissembling will be tolerated, warlock. Did you falsify Brad's grade? Tell the truth!"
Alex felt her words tickle not just his eardrums but his brain this time. The answer spilled out of him before he could even think up a lie.
"Yes, I reduced his grade from ninety two to fifty five percent," he said robotically.
How did she get me to volunteer the exact numbers? Alex wondered. He could've said yes or no, but somehow he was compelled to specify.
Reka tilted her head and gave him a hard look. Alex expected pain any second but eventually she nodded, seeming satisfied.
"Then I believe it is time to proceed with the main event, as my boyfriend likes to say."
He really didn't like the sound of that.
Reka fingered the heart-shaped ornament hanging from her necklace. "Do you know what a succubus is, Alex Kagan?"
What kind of question was that? Was she going to fuck him after all? Was this all some kind of weird drug-fueled foreplay session?
"Uh, some kind of sex demon, I think," he said doubtfully.
Reka made a derisive snort. "A common belief," she acknowledged, "but not exactly accurate."
Reka circled around him with predatory strides. Alex couldn't turn his head to look behind. He felt so vulnerable every time she left his field of vision.
"A succubus feeds on the life force of a man," she explained from behind him. "This could be from his seed, his blood, or his mortal soul."
A desire to shiver in fear gripped Alex Kagan then, something primal, an ancient sense of true danger, but he was still stuck in the chair, his body betraying him. "Mortal soul?" he asked timidly. The way Reka said it made him think she meant his soul specifically.
"Quite right, Warlock. It is your soul that we are concerned with today." Reka paced and lectured. "When the mate of a succubus has grown old and sick and is near death she claims him one last time. It is a sacred ritual."
Reka drank another white vial. She leaned down close enough to kiss him and then exhaled a cloud of pink smoke in his face.
All pain and worry vanished. It was a heady, delirious feeling, like sleeping on a cloud or being enveloped by the huge breasts of one thousand voluptuous women. Alex looked down Reka's night dress, spied her cleavage, and suddenly he didn't care that she was dangerous. He wanted her desperately.
Whatever was in the pink cloud seemed to supercharge his whole reproductive system. His cock strained in his pants. His balls ached in their fullness, like his whole being was concentrated there, just waiting for an excuse to spurt out like a geyser. Every nerve in his body tingled with anticipation.
Reka's face looked quite disgusted, but the lecture continued. "In the final coupling the mate of the succubus experiences an orgasm so strong he ejaculates his own soul into her depths. The perception of time distorts. For him, it is eternal bliss in the embrace of his mate. For her, she absorbs his essence, allowing them to be together forever."
That sounded pretty good right now. Where did he sign up?
"THAT IS NOT FOR YOU!" she growled harshly. "You are unworthy. Brad will not experience this either, come to think of it, for he will live forever by my side."
Could Reka really make somebody live forever? Alex was ready to believe anything at this point. The pink smoke had made his suggestible in the extreme.
"Naturally, the soul and the body do not wish to be separated," Reka continued after regaining her composure. "That is the purpose of the erotic aether I enveloped you with. It loosens the bond, allows the soul to break free."
Alex wanted to give Reka his soul. He craved it. Still, a small voice whispered "danger", but he paid it no heed.
"I deeply regret any pleasure you may have obtained at my hands, but it couldn't be helped," Reka said seriously, drinking another vial and fingering the chain at her neck. "I'll spend a decade making it up to Brad, that's roughly proportional," she said to herself.
The heart-shaped pendant was glowing. Reka was chanting in a language Alex didn't recognize, but he was sure it wasn't Hungarian. He had a Hungarian grandmother. He knew what it sounded like!
Light and shadow danced on Reka's form. The changes started small. At first, it looked like she was flushed, as if she'd been running, or fucking, but the pink tinge gradually darkened and spread.
Human skin is not supposed to look like that, Alex told himself. He didn't want to believe this was real. Reka was red, not red like any human color, but bright blood red.
The changes continued. Reka grew taller, her hips widened, her breasts became even fuller, and Alex thought he saw little bumps growing out of her forehead.
This is impossible!
Alex couldn't tear his eyes away. The bumps became horns, curled into wicked points. He thought he saw something long and thin flicking behind her, like a snake about to strike.
A shadow spread above Reka, no, the succubus, growing darker and darker, hiding her body like a cloak. She wrapped herself in it, the material looking disturbingly organic.
No, no, it can't be!
The cloak spread and Reka stretched, contorting her body erotically and moaning like a whore.
Arousal and terror were warring in Alex Kagan, and terror was winning. Reka had wings! They were thin, rubbery, and had visible membranes running through them, much like a bat's wings. She flapped them a few times and Alex was buffeted with hot air. His hair, usually perfectly coiffed, was now a chaotic mess.
The demon smirked at him. "Take off your pants, Alex," she ordered. "Even with gloves, I will not lower myself to touching you there."
It wasn't like Alex had a choice. His dick was still painfully hard and his balls were still swollen. The insanity of the last few minutes had done nothing to quiet his excitement down there.
Reka averted her eyes, drank another white vial, and approached him with a box.
His rational mind, his instincts, everything inside him emphatically declared that the box was the most dangerous thing yet, but he was still as stuck as ever, completely at Reka's mercy.
There was a hole in the box and Reka slipped it over his dick while looking the other way.
Reka, or whatever this unholy creature was, held the box over his crotch and breathed black smoke into his nostrils. He tired to hold his breath but even his lungs refused to obey him.
The black smoke washed over him like an invasion, a violation. At first, it was merely uncomfortable, like feeling dirty, like sweat and grime that just wouldn't wash off clinging to him stubbornly.
"Succubi have power over not only pleasure, but pain, all sensation really," the succubus said darkly. Her, its voice sounded deep and alien to his ears.
The dirty feeling became something like bugs crawling on him, hard little pinpricks dancing across his skin, looking for a way in. It itched. It hurt, but not enough to scream, if he even could scream.
"Yes, the miasma is adhering to your soul quite nicely," the monster said to him. "We can begin the extraction soon."
The bugs found their way in. It was like hooks digging into his body, trying to pry something loose.
His balls, once pleasantly full, now throbbed in pain. It was like he needed to piss and cum at once, but it burned like an infection. He wanted to scream.
The demon sniffed the air. "You're ready."
Alex didn't want to be ready. He never wanted anything more in his life than to not be ready for what was about to happen.
Alex wasn't making the decisions here, Reka was. She nodded and the real pain began.
Something was leaking from his dick, but only in little spurts and dribbles. It burned. It was like pissing acid. Even so, Alex wanted to go faster, the sooner his pissed this stuff out the sooner it would be over. He wanted to scream.
Reka, the being he once knew as Reka, looked him in the eyes. They were black in black, portals to an eternal void. He knew then what she intended. She was going to send him to hell. If this continued his fate would be eternal torment. He wanted to beg for mercy. He'd happily fix Brad's grade and never trouble her again, if only she would let him go.
He pleaded with his own eyes. For a long moment she stared back. Alex dared to hope she was considering it, but the acid piss kept pouring out of his dick. He wanted to scream.
"If it were any other, I might have offered a quick death, provided you were appropriately contrite," Reka said softly.
Alex could barely hear her now. His mind was on the burning. Wherever this acid piss was stored, his balls, his bladder, he had no idea, but it just kept coming, burning the most sensitive parts of his body on the way out.
Reka's demeanor suddenly shifted and a feral snarl marred her still beautiful face, giving him a terrifying view of her sharp, succubus fangs. "YOU HARMED MY LOVE! YOU MADE BRAD CRY, YOU INSOLENT WRETCH! THERE WILL NEVER BE AN END TO YOUR AGONY!"
The hooks in his body dug deeper. The stream of burning piss increased but somehow the box never filled or dripped. Everything he gave it would be trapped in there forever, he somehow knew.
"Your life and your soul are forfeit, you filthy warlock, you mongrel, you faithless instructor, the abyss is too good for the likes of you," Reka said coldly, still holding the box on his dick.
The stream of burning piss stopped, but the pain didn't. His whole body was on fire. Whether this torment had lasted seconds or hours he couldn't tell.
"Finally," Reka sighed. "Being away from my boyfriend for so long has been tedious, but the connection is strong. Now we can really pull!"
Alex winced in anticipation. What could be worse than pissing an endless stream of acid?
With nothing but a look from Reka the pain exploded, but now he wasn't pissing acid. No, it was more like cumming ropes of barbed wire, barbed wire that was flossing through his whole body, tearing it apart. He wanted to scream.
The box was glowing in Reka's hands. Alex felt like it was growing heavier while he was growing lighter. More and more of himself, his soul, was being pulled through his dick. His painfully swollen balls were finally shrinking but now that he knew what was happening he desperately wanted to hold back.
Please, no, don't take my soul to hell!
The barbed wire ripped through him. Alex was falling now. No, he was being pulled up, up through his cock. The box was hell. He was going to hell.
NO! NO! NO! PLEASE!
His body lost its grip on his soul. The last threads snapped and everything came loose. The pain was unimaginable.
Reka finally let him scream.