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Hey everyone, hope ya’ll are doing okay. I know it’s been a while. I’m hoping this will help get my creative juices flowing again. This story does contain depictions of marijuana use, so if you’re uncomfortable with that, move along. As always, this story is a work of fiction. Any resemblances to real people, places, or events is coincidental. All characters engaged in sex in this story are eighteen or older. Hope you enjoy.
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Prologue: “A large group of demons came from hell seven months ago claiming to live among us in peace. At first we didn’t believe them. We thought they were out to get us, so we declared war against them. After months of fighting, resulting in loss of life on both sides, this fighting has come to an end. These demons showed bravery and compassion, by helping the crew of a United Kingdom naval ship that was sinking. This act made us realize that they being truthful when they first arrived. I am proud to announce the newest amendment to our constitution, giving any demon the chance to become a U.S. citizen, vote, and have every other right we have. Let’s all welcome our new neighbors with open arms. Thank you, and good night.” United States President John Watson-1973.
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“NO! YOU ARE NOT GOING TO SEE HER ANYMORE!” my mom screams as my dad holds her back.
“WHY NOT HUH? SHE’S DONE NOTHING WRONG!” I shoot back, furious at her for the way she’s acting.
Before she can reply, my dad takes her to their room, presumably to get her to calm down. He comes back a few minutes later. I can see the stress on his face.
I’ve calmed down a bit, so it doesn’t sound too mean when I ask, “So…what now?”
He lets out a sigh, “Ughh, I don’t know. Do you mind staying at a friends house for a few days? I wanna have some space to talk with her.” The look on his face tells me he’s being serious.
“Yeah, I can. Just…keep me updated okay?”
He gives me one of his bear hugs as he tells me, “I will. I love you. You know that right?”
“Yeah, I love you too. Take care okay?”
“I will,” he answers and I grab my things and head out.
I see Azaela waiting in her car. She’s my best friend, and also why my mom and I were arguing. You see, Azaela is a succubus. That means she doesn’t abide by human standards of morale, or decency. Don’t get me wrong, she’s a great person, and I’m glad to have met her, but she does things others wouldn’t. Probably the biggest example is the fact that she does weed. She’s done it as long as I’ve known her, so I’m used to it. She’s also a nudist, often only wearing a baseball style cap, usually backwards. Today is no exception.
“Well that went well,” she jokes as I get in , trying to relieve the tension.
“Can we just go please,” I ask in a hushed voice. I just… want some time to think.
“Yeah, okay,” she says and we head on our way to her place.
We spend the trip in silence, but I know she wants to talk. I see her taking glances at me when she can. She looks concerned, and rightfully so. She’s never seen me get angry with anyone, and the first time she does, it’s my own mom who I’m angry at. Well her, and myself. Azaela told me that introducing her to my parents might be an issue, and she was right. I should’ve listened, but I wanted them to meet the person who I consider my best friend for years.
We pull up to the curb in front of her house and she cuts the engine off, “Jayce, look,” she tries to talk to me, but I’m already on my way to the door. She gets out and follows me, opening the door once we get there. It’s good that her parents are out, cause as soon as the door shuts I lean back against it and slide down to the floor. I put my face in my hands as I start sobbing. All the anger and frustration from before is gone, replaced by the guilt of having put her through that.
She sits next to me and holds me while I cry, saying nothing. She knows that there’s nothing she can do right now other than be here for me. This is part of why we’re so close. Sometimes we just know what the other needs at that moment without a word being said. She stays with me until I calm down after what feels like forever.
She gets me up, takes me to the couch, and goes to the kitchen. She comes back with two sodas, one for both of us. I take mine and set it on a coaster on the end table. I turn to her and say, “I’m sorry you had to see that. I never thought she’d act like that.”
She hugs me and replies, “It’s okay. I know you meant well, but these things tend to happen.”
“I just don’t understand why she’s acting like this,” I take a sip of my soda to help calm my nerves. I normally don’t drink anything with sugar in it, but today’s an exception.
“As much as we’d like to believe that humans accept us, they don’t, and they’re really good at hiding it too. Hell, most of our classmates have given me the cold shoulder since I first walked through the gates freshman year.”
“Why though? Have they even tried to get to know you?”
“Some of istanbul escort ’em, and they actually started treating me with respect, but a lot of people still have this preconceived notion that we’re all out trying to ruin humanity,” that last part comes out a bit exaggerated.
Her parents come in and see us on the couch, and immediately know somethings off. Her mom comes over and with a concerned look asks, “It didn’t go well did it?”
Azaela answers, “Nope, apparently his mom was none to happy to find out that his best friend is a succubus.”
Her dad lets out a sigh and says, ” Well, it’s not your fault Jayce. Doesn’t matter that it’s been fifty years since the war, most people still don’t trust us.”
“Well, if there’s anything we can, do let us know,” her mom says as she gives me a hug.
“I hate to ask this, but can I stay here for a few days?” I ask, hoping it’s not too much.
“Of course, you can stay in the guest bedroom, like usual,” her dad answers. I’ve made a habit of spending the night here.
“Thanks, I’ll go put my stuff in there,” I respond. I go out to Azaela’s car and grab my things.
I haven’t introduced myself have I? Hi, I’m Jayce. I’m halfway through my senior year of high school, and by what you just saw, not in a very good mood. I don’t know why my mom flipped her lid like that. I’ve never heard her say anything bad about incubi or succubae. Then again, I’ve never really heard her say anything about them so…yeah.
After I get my stuff in the guest room, I flop on the bed and whip out my Switch Lite. I see the Star Trek Enterprise sticker on the back and smile. This is a gift Azaela got me for Christmas after it came out. When I opened it, the sticker was already on their. She knows how much I love that show, despite it not being the best of them. Azae offers me a blunt, but I politely refuse. I’m just not into marijuana. I load up Mario Kart 8, and join a lobby, ready to kick some ass! I see a familiar mii In the lobby and know it’s gonna be a fun time.
After the first race I go to Azaelas room. We play for the next three hours until her mom calls us for dinner. We have Lasagna, one of my favorite dishes. After we finish, we all gather around to watch the season two finale of The Mandalorian. While we’re watching, I can’t help but feel at home. Sure I love my parents, but I’ve always felt more at ease here. It might be because of the fact that my parents and I don’t see eye to eye on many things. Oh well, at least here I know I won’t be
I wake up the next morning and head downstairs for some breakfast. Aezaela offers me a bowl of her cereal and I accept. Luckily it’s Sunday, so I don’t have to worry about heading to school. Aezaela invites me to hang out with our friends.
“Nah, I’ll stay here, thanks for the offer,” I tell her.
“You sure? Staying here with just your thoughts might not be help you. Plus they all wanna know how it went,” she responds.
“I guess it’ll be nice to hang out. Well, when are we going?”
We meet up with our friends at noon to grab a bite after having Azaela’s mom drop us off at my place so I can get my car. Fharyd is a six two slab of muscle with onyx skin. He makes me feel self conscious sometimes, but he never puts me down, it’s just me. Catysha is five six, with a toned physique. She and Fharyd are gym buddies who got to know each other better and started dating. Lastly is Dominique, she’s a half succubus, with her father being human. She’s black, and looks mostly human, save for the horns and tail. I’m glad I met them, cause before I knew them I was a shut in who never hung out with anyone. They really helped me move past that.
After we eat we head to the neighborhood strip mall. This one is different from most of the ones in town due to it mostly serving demons. Along with the more usual shops, there’s a strip club, and a sex shop. Fharyd and Castyra head to the sex shop to grab some stuff, while Azaela, Dominique, and I go to the music store. I find a couple of classic rock cassette tapes and the other two find a couple cd’s they want. It’s nice getting to hang out with them. It makes me forget what happened for a little bit.
After we get our shopping done we head to the park. We all pile into my 78 Pontiac Bonneville. She’s not the fastest, or the most modern ride, but she gets the job done. I pop in one of the tapes I bought and we jam out to some Twisted Sisters on the way there. We head to the pond once we arrive. We spend about an hour or so before Fharyd and Catysha say they should head home. I drop everyone off since they’d walked to the strip mall.
Azaela and I spend the evening playing Zombies on Cold War, with her being high. We have fun and even manage to complete the Easter egg on the first map. We finish playing and out of the blue she asks, “Hey, wanna watch some porn?”
It takes a moment for my brain to process what she just said, and even then, the only reply I can manage is, kadıköy escort “Huh?”
“I’m horny and wanna get off to some porn. I thought you might wanna join me,” she calmly answers as if that were normal.
“Uh, I guess I could. Is this a normal thing in demon society? Friends watching porn together?”
“Yeah, not just with friends either. I’ve watched plenty of porn with my parents too,” she replies just as nonchalantly as before. I’m both aroused and confused at the idea of her and her parents just casually getting off to some porn on the couch. Her eyes light up as she says, “Oh, I’m gonna go see if they wanna join us,” and rushes downstairs.
Apparently they do, because I get called downstairs, and see them all casually rubbing themselves. They tell me to get undressed and join them. At first I refuse to undress, but then I think about it. With how much I’ve heard them all talk about sex over the last few years, is it really that bad if they see me naked? Not really is the answer. I get undressed and join Aezaela on the loveseat, yes I get the joke. We debate what to watch until we find a stepmom video.
Masturbating to porn with your best friend and her family is an…interesting experience to say the least. It put into perspective how open demons are with sex. Yeah I’d heard them talk about it, but sitting there casually fapping with them was surreal. It’s made even more so when after she finishes, Aezaela moves my hand out of the way and starts jerking me off. I look down at her hand, then up at her face, and she gives me a smile that has me firing my load quicker than I expect. After some idle chit chat we all go to bed. It’s safe to say I’m very confused that night.
My alarm wakes me up Monday morning for school. I get dressed after a quick shower and head downstairs for breakfast. Azae’s parents are already gone, so I decide to ask her the question I probably should have last night, “Hey, was last night a one time thing or…”
With a flirtatious smile she replies, “Not if you don’t want it to be.”
I take a deep breath and steel myself for the impending rejection as I ask, “So, could we…maybe…be more than just friends? Or am I just thinking too far-” that last part gets cut off by her grabbing my face and bringing me into a kiss. At first I’m too stunned to do anything, but then I relax and let her take control. After the kiss breaks she smiles and tells me, “I’d love to date you.”
If a day could have a theme song, todays would be walkin on sunshine for me. So much has happened over the last couple days, it’s kinda crazy. I got kicked out of my house for being best friends with a succubus, I got a handjob from said friend, and now we’re holding hands as we walk through the schools halls. It’s like something out of a movie, except it’s actually happening.
We’re waiting for the others at our usual spot at lunch when a question crosses my mind, “Hey Aezaela, can I ask you something?”
Her mouth is full of food, so she simply nods in response.
“How long have you wanted to go out with me? I don’t seem to remember getting any signals that you wanted that since we met.”
She swallows, then answers, “Since about the start of last school year. Remember that incident with Lieberman?”
I chuckle as that memory is brought back. Travis Leiberman, one of the schools linebackers who thinks he’s hot shit. Last year in the first month of school I found him and one of his friends cornering Aezaela calling her all sorts of names. Travis grabbed her hair and told her to get on her knees, which got him a biology book to the back of the head. He and his friend chased me till we all got caught and sent to the deans office. I got detention for two days, but at least that got him to leave her alone.
“Yeah I remember, having a linebacker chase you down is terrifying,” I laugh out.
“You-You were running…so fast. I thought you’d turn blue,” she joins me and we laugh for a few minutes. Fharyd and Catysha show up and he asks, “What’s so funny?” we tell them and they start laughing along with us.
I decide to take Azaela out on a date. I ask her parents if that’s okay and they give me the green light. Luckily I know a nice sushi place near her house that’s clothing optional. I’m trying to figure out what to wear when she walks in the room. I hold up a polo short and a plain white t-shirt and ask, “Which one do you prefer?”
She walks up to me, puts her hands on my bare chest, and in a sultry voice I’ve never heard her use says, “I prefer this look. It’s more …natural,” she emphasizes this by squeezing my man boobs. Yeah, I’ve got a bit of fat on me, she calls it a “Snuggle Layer” cause she thinks it’d perfect for that. I think it just makes me look like I don’t care about my weight, which is true, but I don’t need everyone else seeing it all the time.
“You know I’m not comfortable with that,” I remind her.
“I know, because you’re kağıthane escort used to human beauty standards. I, being a demon, don’t see you the same way they do. You deserve to show off your body as much as I do,” she bit her lip as she squeezed my junk through my pants.
I let out a sigh, “Okay, I’ll try it, but I can’t promise I’ll like it.”
“That’s okay, I just want you to try it at least once,” she leans in for a kiss. We kiss for a bit, then we get ready. It’s much easier to get ready when you don’t have to worry about clothes.
I’m nervous the whole ride there. The average incubus’ dick is at least seven inches long. I’m five and a half hard. I’m also only five foot six, how can I not worry about being judged? We get there and after I work up the nerves, we go inside. We get taken to our booth without issue and order our drinks. I can’t help but look at all the tall, brawny, well hung guys in here. I do notice some of the girls giving me looks as well. Some curious, some shocked, and some downright lustful. One waitress even winks at me! Seeing this builds up my confidence a bit.
We order our sushi and chat about things that’ve happened in our lives recently. I try to avoid the thing with my parents, but eventually we get to it. I apologize to her again, but she tells me not to worry about it. Then a more pressing thought comes to my mind, “Wait, what if they kick me out?”
A look of shock crosses her face, “They wouldn’t do that, would they?”
“I mean, they did it to my uncle Jared when he started dating an incubus. Had no problems with him being gay, but dating a demon was too much apparently. God, how did I not see that coming?” my hands are shaking with anger, but they stop when she takes them in hers.
She has a look of compassion on her face when she tells me, “Stop! It’s okay, you’re not responsible for the things your parents do. If they kick you out, my parents and I will bring you in with open arms. They love you, and so do I.” we just sit there and smile at each other until our food arrives. God I’m lucky I met her.
The date goes well after that. We enjoy our dinner, chat, then head home. As we’re leaving the parking lot, she looks at me with her golden eyes and starts slowly stroking my dick. I’m erect within a minute and she picks up the pace. Every now and then she teases the tip with her fingertips. This goes on for the entire fifteen minute drive home, with her constantly taking me to the edge and back. When we pull up to the house, she quickens her pace one last time, takes my head in her mouth, and swallows my cum as it bursts out. She gives me a kiss, then heads inside. I take a second to collect myself, then I head inside too. Today was a good day.
Tuesday I’m woken up by Azaela shaking me the next morning. I rub the sleep from my eyes and tell her, “This better be important or else I’m going back to sleep.”
Her response is to shove a box in wrapping paper in my lap. I give her a confused look, to which she responds, “Saturday was your birthday remember? We kinda forgot with what happened.”
I chuckle and tell her, “Oh, I forgot too. Thanks for remembering.” I unwrap the box and inside is a mini model of the Bebop from Cowboy Bebop. I put on the nightstand and we head to the kitchen for breakfast. I decide to try going nude today, since yesterday went so well. This makes her happy, which makes me happy.
We have to get a ride to school cause Ahumada won’t start. That’s my name for the Bonneville. I bought her from a nice Mexican couple when I visited El Paso last year, and she’s the same model used in Smokey and the Bandit 2, so I felt the name fit. From the sound, I’m guessing the starter is worn out. Ah well, I was gonna do it soon anyway, just wish it waited till the weekend to conk out.
Being naked at school is…nerve-racking. All the other students keep staring and I keep seeing them whispering to themselves when they see me. I know I’m not the most handsome guy in school, but I’m not ugly…am I? These feelings get worse as the day goes on, until lunch rolls around. I meet Aezaela outside her class and we start to make our way to the cafeteria, when who else but Travis Lieberman shows up. Oh boy, this can only go well.
He sees me and laughs saying, “What happened Jayce? You lose a bet?”
“No, I uhh I-” I sputter in shear panic and embarrassment.
“Well come on, spit it out, what happened?” he gets right up to me, which considering he’s at least half a foot taller that me, is pretty intimidating.
Azaela steps in between us and says with sheer confidence, “No, he’s trying something new for someone he cares about, something you don’t know how to do, Mr.Ionlydodoggystyle. Oh, by the way, Stacey is not impressed,” she says while looking at his crotch. Both he and I are too shocked to respond and she drags me away, seemingly ending the confrontation.
I’m waiting for the others after school when I get pinned against a wall. Before I can even register what’s going on, a fist flies into my face, hitting my eye. My ears are ringing, but I can vaguely hear Travis saying something before I get hit again in the cheek. After that Travis lets me go and I flop to the ground. I see the schools police officer holding him down and cuffing him. Great, this is just what I needed.
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