Rebecca woke up the next morning feeling strangely confident. Ordinarily, she would never sleep in the nude, but last night she had gone to bed naked without a second thought. And those dreams. Holy shit, that had been so vivid. Steven would never show such passion in real life. It must have been that weird summoning spell she had tried out. It had put some really intense images in her mind.
Rebecca opened her eyes to see Steven passed out with one arm splayed across her chest, his bare ass peeking out from beneath the tangled sheets. Odd. Just like Rebecca, Steven was a fairly conservative sleeper, and would never choose to sleep without his usual undershirt and boxers. Looking down at his forearm, she felt a heat starting to rise inside her. Her breath quickened and she suddenly needed those strong arms around her.
She started to squirm in her discomfort, moving beneath Steven's outstretched arm in an effort to stimulate her aching nipples. As she moved, Rebecca thought she heard the distant sound of laughter tugging at the back of her mind. Confused and increasingly frustrated, Rebecca moved again beneath her husband's arm, trying in vain to wake him up.
The laughter intensified at Rebecca's efforts. What on earth, she thought to herself. In answer, an inhuman voice flooded through Rebecca's mind. HE WILL NOT WAKE TODAY, the voice said.
Rebecca recognized the voice as Marin, the succubus demon thing she had dreamed about last night. No, that part wasn't a dream. Was it? Not quite able to carry on a conversation solely in her mind, Rebecca said out loud, "Is he okay? What happened?"
HE HAS BEEN DRAINED, the voice responded. HE WILL REVIVE IN TIME.
Rebecca was getting increasingly more agitated about the entire situation. What had actually happened? Was it all real? Who was this Marin creature, and how long would she be living inside her head? What did it want? Was she safe? Was Steven?
Rebecca shook Steven more vigorously, getting very concerned about his safety. He grunted vaguely but did not wake. The laughter in the back of her mind continued, drifting off into the depths of her consciousness.
Rebecca finally realized it was no use trying to wake Steven up. But he was breathing. He would be okay. Yeah, he'll be okay.
Rebecca, on the other hand, was more than okay. She felt alive in a way she had never really experienced before. Her skin felt like it was crackling with energy, and she wanted nothing more than to be touched by someone. God, how she wished Steven would wake up.
Not that he was likely to be able to help, even if he hadn't just been "drained" by this mysterious creature living inside Rebecca's body. He was adequate in bed, but his libido and enthusiasm had never been particularly high. Except for last night, she thought. Last night. She was starting to realize that the images of skin and sweat and heat that flooded through her mind were not dreams, but genuine memories of her escapades with her own husband the previous night. Now that was an intense love-making session. If only it could always be like that. If only it felt like more than a fleeting dream.
Rebecca wrapped herself in a silk robe and went downstairs to make some coffee and clear her head a bit. As she sat down in the living room with her coffee, she started to feel slightly off. She couldn't quite place the feeling, but she felt like there was some deep itch beneath her skin. She noticed her breathing getting shallower, and she could barely stand the feeling of silk on her skin. She let the robe slide off of her right side, and she began to absently nuzzle her cheek across her shoulder, relishing the softness of her own skin.
Without thinking, she started to run her fingers lightly across her chest, down to her nipples. She let her fingers dance over her skin, barely touching. The sensation sent electric shivers all through her, and she felt a deep hunger grip ahold of her insides. She needed.
She couldn't quite place this feeling. This need. She had felt agitated before, uncomfortable, restless, aroused, but none of those were quite right. Or maybe they all were.
Rebecca walked over to the living room window, the beautiful view of her backyard stretched out in front of her. The sight usually calmed her, but she was only growing more agitated. As she gazed out, she caught a glimpse of her next-door neighbor, Robert, through his kitchen window. He and his wife Lindsay had moved in about a year ago with their two children. A nice couple, though Rebecca and Steven hadn't had the time or energy to really get to know them yet.
Robert appeared to be making breakfast for his family. How nice, Rebecca thought. She watched him for a few minutes, her eyes drawn to the muscles on his arms as he reached for a plate. The veins pulsing along the length of his hand as he cracked an egg. The tendon twitching in his neck. She was transfixed. She needed him. She needed him inside her. Right now.
It took every ounce of willpower not to march across the lawn and fuck that man right on his kitchen floor. But Rebecca remembered her sleeping husband upstairs. Robert's wife and two children waiting for their breakfast. She wasn't a cheater. She wasn't a homewrecker. That's not me, she thought.
I just need to work off some of this pent-up energy, Rebecca thought to herself. She considered going for a jog but felt like it would be too tempting to knock on Robert's door and jump his bones. For some reason, after that thought had entered her mind, she simply couldn't let it go. The gym. She should go to the gym. The gym was nice and public. And plenty of activities available to keep her mind occupied until this strange fixation wore off.
Rebecca pulled up to the gym parking lot feeling increasingly uncomfortable in her own skin. She had changed into her usual workout outfit of a padded sports bra and capri-length leggings. But the seam of the leggings felt more abrasive than usual. She could feel every inch of stitching as it protruded against her, the friction adding heat right at that sensitive spot where her legs met. She felt an overwhelming urgency to scratch at that deep itch between her legs again. She needed to ride, to rub, to be filled.
She shook her head again. She just needed to get her heart rate up. A treadmill. Rowing machine. Something. Anything. Now.
Rebecca hurried inside the gym, flashing her ID as quickly as she could, trying not to focus on anything but her impending workout as she made her way to the nearest empty treadmill. Keeping her eyes firmly on the machine, she ramped it up to an eight. She needed to run. Rebecca was ordinarily more of an endurance athlete, keeping her treadmill setting around a four, occasionally pushing it up through five or six, but keeping a steady pace for a decent amount of time. Not today. Today she needed speed. She needed to be pushed. She needed to have her mind obliterated and her muscles torn to pieces.
Jesus, those thoughts were getting violent, Rebecca thought to herself. Still, she kept her attention on the treadmill display, pushing her legs to move faster and faster, because if she stopped, she would have to face the horrible reality that she was still... unsatisfied.
Rebecca pushed the machine up to ten. She was at a full sprint. Her eyes unfocused and she felt a calm come over her as she hit this perfect stride. For a brief moment, she felt a sense of peace. She opened her eyes.
And in front of her was the most delicious piece of flesh she had ever seen. He must have been only nineteen or twenty. But those muscles.
Rebecca felt the hunger again, the deep insatiable ache. Without adjusting the speeding treadmill, Rebecca stepped off the roaring machine with inhuman grace. The whirring track still buzzing behind her, she strode across the gym floor lithely and decisively. Rebecca could hear nothing, could see nothing, except him. She needed him, and she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that he needed her.
The unwitting object of Rebecca's sudden fixation was in the middle of rep of hammer curls when he was finally made aware of her presence.
She stood before him, eyes blazing with ferocious intensity, her dark hair almost glowing. Marin cocked Rebecca's head as she extended one hand toward the young man. Without question, he took it.
Oozing confidence, Marin said in a low whisper, "Come." She walked purposefully toward the locker rooms and into the sauna, her eager prey in tow.
As soon as they reached the sauna, Marin's hands were on the young man's body. With animalistic need, she grasped his neck and pulled him into a passionate kiss. As their bodies pulled together, the man's throbbing cock pulsed against her hip. Marin let out a deep groan at the thought of him inside her. But first, the itch.
Marin pushed the man's head down between her legs, propping herself up using the bench and the wall. He eagerly complied, rolling down Rebecca's leggings and panties together as he dropped to his knees between her legs.
Marin pressed the man's face to her, barely giving him enough room to breathe as he tried his best to keep up with her demands. His face buried in the folds of Rebecca's neatly trimmed pussy, the man licked and sucked in time with Marin's moaning.
With both hands gripping the back of the muscular man's head, Marin let Rebecca's mind clear briefly, allowing her to truly take in the full scene as her body had already begun to crest. Rebecca clenched the man's head as he lapped, his tongue gliding firmly across the length of her inner lips and sucking in where they met, creating a mind-blowing sensation on her sensitive and aching clit. She felt her walls begin to quiver and contract as he performed the action again, her thighs tensing and squeezing against his ears. She screamed aloud as the waves of pleasure washed over her, her eyes rolling back and her mind retreating once again.
Marin rode out the waves of ecstasy, smiling down with withering amusement at the young man whose face was buried below. Barely giving him time to take a breath, she pulled him up to face her once again. She spread her legs and pulled down his shorts as he pushed his still rock-hard cock against her. Lifting herself up against the wall, she guided him inside her.
She bounced as he thrust his cock into her, desperate for him to spend himself inside her. She needed him to cum. She was so hungry. Unable to contain her need, she squeezed her kegel muscles, clenching him inside. Each time he tried to pull out for another thrust, he found himself sucked back inside. He needed to be further inside her. He needed to keep fucking her. Forever. He needed to cum inside her.
Marin felt the man start to spasm, and closed her eyes to fully enjoy the moment. His voice took on a high-pitched whimper as he came. Acutely aware of each spurt of thick fluid, Marin bit Rebecca's lip as she felt him spend himself in her. She felt his energy pour into her, feeding her, granting her life and power. His orgasm faded away and the man slid to the bench beside her, his eyes vacant and his heart rate dangerously slow.
Marin smiled to herself and carefully dressed, leaving the man to recover on his own. She made her way to Rebecca's car, content for the moment, and faded to the back of Rebecca's mind again.
Rebecca sat there, hands on the wheel, trembling. Flashes of her activities in the sauna invaded her mind as she started to fully comprehend what had happened. She had just had sex with a stranger. She had just cheated on Steven.
As the thought of her sleeping husband tumbled around in her mind, she heard that distant laughter again. It seemed that Marin was enjoying herself, at least.
Racked with guilt over her impulsive actions at the gym, Rebecca started to drive home. Why? Why had she done that? It had felt so right at the time, like it was the only thing to do. Nothing else in the world existed. She had needed to have that young man at the gym. So she had taken him. But things seemed much less clear now. She was married. She had a husband. She wanted her husband! That's why she had done that stupid spell in the first place. For Steven!