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Powdery snow fell throughout the city below it, covering it completely. A shadowy figure pushed his way through the night and cold weather, making his way up to his apartment.
Sampo pushed the key into the lock, eager to get inside and out of the cold. Winter in Belobog always sucked. The air was cold and crisp, making it difficult to breathe sometimes with how dry his throat would get, often breaking out into dry coughs. The heavy snowfall never stopped until spring arrived. He hated this time of year.
As the door unlocked and pushed open, a nice warmth reached around him, pulling him into his home. He was glad to be home. It was late and he was tired. Work has exhausted more of his energy than normal.
Slipping inside, Sampo slid off his work shoes at the door before traversing further into the walkway, removing his coat as he did. With the heaviness of the coat gone, the salesman rolled his shoulders, trying to alleviate some built up tension.
It was pointless. He was too stressed and on edge, having not taken an actual day off in around two weeks now. That long of being in stress wasn't going to be shaken off with a few stretches, but at least it felt good.
Sampo moved around the apartment, putting up his coat before going to shower. The heat from the water felt amazing as it pelted against his aching muscles, helping to relax him. Spending a great deal of time showering helped ease the stressed man. He finished his shower routine and then just stood there until the water turned cold. It was nice to just exist there, not really thinking.
Once it was over though, he dried himself thoroughly and put on some comfortable clothes, a pair of boxers and a black tank top that fit just a little too well.
He was finally ready to relax, grabbing a cold beer from the fridge and plopping himself down in his computer chair, he turned on the machine. His hand automatically knew where to click as it opened the incognito window and pulled up a more salacious site, exposing him immediately to thumbnails of nude men and women.
Sex was one of his favorite ways to relieve stress, but with how busy he's been, it was impossible. He only had his hand to keep him company and it made him miss the joys of a tight, wet hole. Missed the moans and cries from the person he dominated. He missed the control.
Sighing, he clicked through a few pages as nothing caught his eye. Just an endless amount of alphas, betas, and omegas begging to fuck or be fucked. He was ready to try another site before an annoying ad popped up. It was bright and flashy and outright called him out. Big letters read "Horny? Alone with a beer and your hand? Try a succubus!"
"A succubus?"
Porn sites were really trying anything to get viewers. Mildly intrigued, having not seen this type of advert before, Sampo clicked on it. The website that he was pulled to looked very…unporn like. Weird. It asked a few questions, none of which were his credit card number. Double weird.
He should have clicked off, should have not let his curiosity get the better of him, but here he was typing away his username, birthday, email, and other information.
Username: SlickSampo69
DOB: xx/xx/xxxx
Sex: Male
Secondary gender: Alpha
Email: [email protected]
Top, bottom, or switch: Top
Interested in: All
The words were input into the fields, now it was time to click submit. He reviewed it once more before sending it off, thinking nothing of it other than he'd probably just get spam messages.
Surprisingly, it took him to another page. This one asking for kinks and types of people he was interested in. Sampo typed in his usual list of go to's for his kinks but the type was a little more difficult. He was pretty fluid with who he slept with, not really caring for appearance or gender. As long as he got his dick wet and he was on top, he didn't care.
Kinks Interested In:
BDSM
Daddy Dom/Baby Girl
Total Submission
Breeding
Types of people:
Gender doesn't matter
Secondary gender doesn't matter
Someone close to own age
Once again, the mouse found the submit button. This time the page was just a devil smiley face and text "Have fun with your new fuck toy!" The sentence made him laugh. This has to be a joke. The questions were simple and straight to the point though, nothing in them warning him of something negative.
Rolling his eyes, Sampo continued his mission finding decent porn to beat off to, not worried in the slightest about what he had just done.
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The alpha missed another sunset as he walked out of the large office building, his winter coat hugging him close as he buried his face in the thick wool scarf around his neck. The night sky was hidden behind a thick blanket of clouds, threatening heavy snowfall on the city for another night.
He checked his watch, watching the screen light up to tell him it was almost midnight. Sighing, he began his trek home in this bitter cold.
White clouds formed in the air as Sampo breathed out, entertaining himself while his mind floated around from the day. The deep need for sleep pulled at the bags under his eyes. He'd hadn't slept well in awhile, always working himself to the bone until his body forced him to pass out.
There weren't many people out this time of night, most being tucked away safely in their beds. With a cold day like today and the bright moon peeking out between pockets in the clouds, Sampo preferred the silence.
As he walked, he thought of the popup he got last night. It was really odd. It had to be just a stupid way to gather information. What was a 'succubus' anyway?
They were just fictional demons that fucked, right? Pausing at that thought and his own lack of recent sex, maybe it couldn't be too bad.
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Finally the insertion of a key and a twist of the handle had Sampo pushing inside to his home, the cozy atmosphere calling to him and letting all the fatigue he'd been carrying weigh him down. Tension that had been resting in his shoulders flared up, letting the alpha know it wasn't going anywhere.
Guessing that there was no time tonight for some stress relief, he dragged his feet after closing and locking the door, going through the same mundane motions like almost every night, though he wasn’t so much dragging himself now as he was sliding. Making his way into his bedroom, the alpha stripped off his clothing quickly, throwing them into a pile; he’d deal with the mess tomorrow.
Sampo fell face first into the coziness of his duvet, rubbing his face on it and closing his eyes as a sweeter omega scent soothed his aching body. He sighed softly and took another deep inhale.
Wait . His brows furrowed in confusion. Omega? He hadn’t slept with an omega in weeks, let alone anyone else. His arms tried to push him up, but he quickly found that all desire to move was gone. The alpha’s body protested and actively refused to cooperate.
The scent wrapped around him, holding him close and easing his body and mind to relax. The alpha opened his eyes with much effort, looking directly into the sheets before feeling them close again, all desire to fight leaving him along with his consciousness.
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As Sampo slumbered, a soft glow illuminated the room, a summoning circle appearing on the wooden flooring.
A tall, fit male appeared within the circle, his feet just barely hovering above the ground as he floated within the light. Fluttering his eyes open, he landed, the circle flashing away as if it had never existed in this space, leaving behind nothing.
Taking a deep breath in, the male tried to relax himself. He was tense and anxious over this situation, heartbeat loud and thundering in his chest.
Finally deeming himself as calm as he was going to get, mostly bare feet padded on the cold floor, he was careful to move as quietly as possible. With each step, he felt his stomach twist, afraid that the sleeping man would awake.
Sampo laid atop the duvet still, sunk down into its comfortable embrace as the visitor climbed on the bed, feeling his body sink immediately into the plushness of it.
With a barely audible swallow, he tries to calm his swishing tail. The thin, whip-like appendage was lashing around nervously as its owner moved closer and closer to the alpha. He inhaled the man’s scent, thinking that might calm him, but it only did the opposite.
Without much luck, the demon sighed in resignation that his tail would not sit still through this. He had to press on. He had an assignment.
Willing his hands not to shake, he sat directly atop the semi-flat ass, fidgeting with the boxers tickling his inner thighs causing him to clench around he other's hips.
"Hnng-" the blue haired alpha let out his grumble; it only was stifled by the bedding below him. His head rolled to the side, eyes still closed but it was obvious now that he was beginning to rouse.
Panic struck the demon into action. His broad hands delicately placed themselves on the unsuspecting man's wide back. The tips of his fingers feathered across the lean muscles, moles, and a tiny scar here and there.
He'd never been so grateful for his dark vision before.
His hands pressed harder, moving to massage the muscles hidden away, coaxing them to relax and enjoy the sensual touch of a succubus. It was best if his client was fully relaxed.
"Wha..?" Sampo slurred out, the kneading of his back finally waking him. His eyes looked at the wall first, haze having not left him as they peeled open. What the hell? He tried to move his body only to realize a weight on his ass was keeping him pinned down.
He tried rolling his body again, fighting against every desire to let those sinfully good hands keep working on his body. With gritted teeth, he made another attempt, this time his body listening a bit better as he rocked to the side, successfully causing the person to hop off of him.
“Who–” Sampo rolled completely over onto his back, lifting himself up on his elbows, barely making out the shape that had been on top of him. His sleep laden brain still takes a few seconds to catch up to the current situation.
—
Emerald eyes shot wide as panic climbed his chest and out his throat as a blood curdling scream burst from him. Thrown, straight into fight or flight, Sampo leapt out of bed, landing on the floor with a painful sounding thud before scrambling for the light switch by the door.
“WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU!? GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE!” His booming voice filled with fear and rage at the stranger as the overhead light illuminated the bedroom. The groper finally being exposed.
The middle aged pervert that snuck into his bedroom was none other than…!
A beautiful blonde man nowhere near middle age?
Ocean blues stared at him, a quizzical look upon them. The man that stood there flicked his tail and cocked his head in confusion, little black horns tilting with him.
"Um, you ordered me?" He shifted from his position to stand until Sampo held out a hand, motioning for him to stop
"Stay right there!" Sampo's body was tense, ready to jump at the slightest movement now. "I'm pretty damn sure I would remember ordering a whole ass human."
"Succubus."
"What?"
"I'm a succubus actually. Here to grant you otherworldly pleasure like nothing else. Like you requested."
Well that was fucking weird. The salesman ran through his mental library, trying to remember where he read that word.
Yesterday, the ad.
Fuck.
Trying to inhale deeply to steady himself, Sampo instead choked on the thick omega scent that wafted from the stranger. His alpha anger was being quelled quickly, will to fight being replaced with the desire to breed. Fucking instincts.
"Are you messing with me? This has to be a joke."
"No, it's not a joke. This is a REAL service." The omega pouted, getting annoyed from constantly being dismissed. He decided to move forward towards Sampo despite the warning palm still facing him, his thin devil tail whipping back and forth.
Sampo took this moment to actually look at the omega. He was soft looking yet not at the same time. With the broad shoulders and obviously defined muscles, he wasn't the stereotypical omega. His clothing left little to the imagination. It was tight in all the right places and accentuated his most sinful parts.
He wore a black mesh crop top that cut off just below his pecs, hugging him tight enough that the stiff peaks of his nipples were easily made out. The alpha swallowed as his eyes continued to explore that walking sin before him. He trailed down the abs to the large tattoo that sat just below his belly button.
The design was dark red and looked rather gaudy, but Sampo instantly knew what it was. A fucking womb tattoo. He didn't know the specific meaning of each design but his alpha hindbrain wanted it to be something to fulfill his basic desires.
The hunger and desire weighed on him now as he practically eye fucked the succubus sauntering toward him, hips swaying as sinfully tight micro shorts clung to him, the outline of his pussy and cocklette very clear.
Sampo was so fucked. Literally.
The blonde smiled, his cheeks tinting as his eyes cast down, closing the distance.
"Let me try this again," a warm hand touched Sampo's bare shoulder, causing goosebumps to pinch his skin. Leaning close in, pink lips whispered "I'm Gepard, your personal succubus to fulfill your needs and baser desires, Sampo."
The blue haired man leaned forward, unable to resist a siren's call, a succubus' allure. He felt like he was swimming, the sweet and fragrant scent of the omega before him keeping under. His own naked arms reached out to grab Gepard, feeling the softness of his pale skin under his rough hands as he grasped the other's sides.
"Gepard," he whispered, his grip tightening before he pulled them closer, just a breath away from kissing.
Gepard's face became more heated, eyes going glossy and pussy starting to drip with the obvious sexual tension throughout the room. The scent of viral alpha had him keyed up and desperate — much more than he would have thought.
The omega whined as the grip tightened more, egging Sampo on. "Please, alpha!" The alpha’s scent became more intoxicating by the second to the succubus.
In what felt like a millisecond, the two had switched positions, Sampo now pinning the other to the bedroom door, his grip now painful as a low growl was heard. The alpha ground his hips to the omega, enjoying their similar height, before he forced himself to stop. He fought against this spell.
"Haa-yes, please!" Gepard threw his head to the side, giving easy access to his mating gland, wanting the other to give into his desires.
"Well, you see omega," the scent from the alpha suddenly turned sour, strong with anger now. The other flinched, crinkling his nose in disgust. "Sampo Koski has better self control and self respect than to sleep with some random slut that shows up in his house."
Gepard stiffened, completely caught off guard. Before he could further comprehend what was happening, the bedroom door opened and he was being dragged out by his arm.
Cold broke the shock that was still trying to grip him. What the hell? He blinked, lustful haze finally cleared as the bitter Belobog night released heavy blankets of snow upon him.
Him, in his mesh crop top and booty shorts were no match for this weather. "Fuck." He groaned. He just messed up his first assignment. Training had not prepared him for this. Unsure of what to do and unable to teleport out, Gepard sat down in front of the apartment door, knees pulled in tightly and tail wrapped around his body.
What now? Maybe if he gave the other some time to cool off, he could get somewhere. He was mentally kicking himself for rushing the alpha, trying to satisfy his needs and get out as soon as possible, moving on to the next client. He wanted to do a good job, but he was unsure how, all confidence from his training gone.
So he sat there, balled up the best he could as he shivered from the cold. Just a few more minutes. He was counting the time in his head, hoping that he would be let back inside.
Just as Gepard was about to lift himself, the door opened, causing him to roll back into the apartment, surprised eyes staring up at serious green ones.
"You're still here." The tone had some bite to it still.
"I-I'm your succubus. I can't leave." Gepard states, rolling himself onto his front before getting up slowly, not wanting to trigger the other.
Sampo stared hard at him for another moment before speaking again, voice somewhat softer now. "Come on, you'll die out there in those," he gestured to the skimpy outfit before letting the omega inside, holding the door just enough for him to slip in.
Gepard looked at the man for just a moment, hardly believing the change of heart. Maybe he did want him to perform his duties now? He nodded thankfully and followed the other back inside, instantly feeling the uncomfortable process of his body warming back up from such an intense cold.
They walked into the living room where Sampo turned to face him, looking him up and down and making the omega feel self conscious for the first time that night.
"You weren't kidding, were you? That I ordered you. That stupid ad was real?" Gepard nodded quickly, confirming again that I was indeed real.
Sampo just sighed and moved over to the couch where he sat down, a hand rubbing his eyes.
"How do I send you back?"
"Well," Gepard fidgeted with his shorts, "I have to satisfy all of your needs." Saying it out loud directly to the alpha felt embarrassing. His cheeks flushed from more than just the cold.
A hand went to his womb tattoo, rubbing it unconsciously as a form of comfort. Sampo's eyes settled on the marking, watching the gentle movements of the other.
"Alright, so all I have to do is fuck you and you go back?"
"Basically, but I need to warn you," he couldn't bring himself to look at Sampo. "I've only had practice on toys, never the real thing."
Sampo stared blankly at Gepard, unsure if he heard correctly. A succubus not knowing how to have sex. A literal sex demon known for their sexual exploits not knowing how to pleasure someone. How the hell does that work?
He was glad he was sitting down as he groaned into his hand. He wasn't typically one for teaching, usually hooking up with others that had at least some experience.
"Come here," he patted the couch cushion. Gepard timidly walked over and planted himself on the opposite end of the couch. Acting entirely like the blushing virgin he was.
"Ya know," Sampo smirked, leaning back on the couch, throwing an arm over the back and opening up his posture, legs spread. "you won't be able to pleasure me all the way from over there."
Stiffening immediately, the succubus knew he was right. He scooted over, now just a few inches apart, before looking the other in the eye again. "Good?"
Acting swiftly, Sampo pulled Gepard on to him, having the blonde seated on his lap. His catlike grin was still plastered on his face. "Better."
Not knowing what else to do with his hands, Gepard put them on the alpha's shoulders, admiring their broadness. The two of them stared at one another, air becoming saturated once more with the omega's scent as he couldn't help getting turned on by the simple display of dominance.
"A few questions for you then, omega." Sampo started "if you've never had sex even as a succubus, have you ever been kissed?"
"Yes!" He answered eagerly, proud that he had at least some experience with something. Hands found his hips, sliding down to grasp his ass and forcing a moan out of him.
A twinge of jealousy went through the salesman. Upset that he wouldn't be Gepard's first for everything. Realizing his own thoughts, Sampo shook his head, knowing better than to get attached to a fling. Albeit a weird fling, but one nonetheless.
"Good girl, good job answering." The words caused Gepard's chest to tighten, warming at the praise. He did good. It caused a small smile to form on his face and lean in, cheeks rosy from something more than just the cold.
Sampo felt the draw, he tilted his head up while removing a hand from the plush ass and placing it just under the omega's chin, bringing him closer.
Falling straight into what felt natural, the omega closed his eyes letting himself be guided. Their lips connected softly, tenderly. What most people dream their first kiss to be like. Sampo moved his lips against him, taking more charge of it.
They broke away for just a second before the alpha dove back in, this time more demanding. His tongue slid along the pink lips, asking permission that he would soon be granted. Gepard opened his mouth, allowing entrance.
Sampo moved his other hand into the blonde hair, gripping it to guide the man in the kiss, deepening it as he explored the wet cavern. Their teeth clacked together, Gepard trying to copy the alpha's movement messily.
Strong arms moved from the alpha's shoulders to wrap around his neck, holding on tightly as his mouth was ravaged. The omega's hips ground down, feeling the obvious erection poking into him.
Gepard was losing himself again, drowning in the alpha's smokey scent, lust making him more pliant and loose. The feel of the cock only made him hungrier.
Just as he was about to grind down again, their lips broke apart, a thick, wet string attaching them. Gepard moaned, clearly upset at the loss and tried to bring Sampo in again, pressing his swollen lips to kiss the alpha's cheek instead as he moved his head.
"I think we'll stop here, Geppie," the nickname caused a shiver down his spine, but he stopped, obeying the other.
"Such a good omega. To think you hadn't been kissed-"
"I have!" Gepard cut him off, whining.
Smack
"Ah!" The succubus cried out as a hand struck his bottom hard, leaving a red mark on what could be seen on the cheek.
"No interrupting me, omega. That's very rude. You need better training." Sampo smirked, grabbing the asscheek. "Do you understand?"
"Yes, alpha."
"Hm, we'll work on it." He teased, "I can't push you too far without establishing some ground rules. You may be made to fuck endlessly but that doesn't mean you don't wear down mentally."
The words struck Gepard differently. Having a customer actually care about his well-being as a succubus was…well ,unheard of. He had been taught to expect no kindness and only rude savage alphas that wanted a hole to breed.
The blonde nodded, affirming that he understood the other.
"As I was saying, you haven't been kissed like that before. It's obvious with how…sloppy you were," that statement made the omega frown, knowing that his inexperience showed, "but, Daddy will be here to train you, sweet girl. If I’m stuck with you, I might was well enjoy myself,” Sampo paused, looking at the clock that hung on a nearby wall. 2 am.
A frustrated sigh blew out the alpha’s nose, “But, not tonight. I have work tomorrow…err, today.” He moved Gepard off of him, setting him gently on the couch. He had more questions he wanted to ask the succubus, but that was a future Sampo problem.
“Well, Geppie, I’m back to bed. I’ll get you some blankets and pillows to sleep out here with.” Sampo stood, now sporting a half-chub through his boxers. He’d have to let this die down; he didn’t want to clean up the mess. His gaze moved back the demon, going to wait for his response until he saw those blue eyes dilated and focused on his cock. Like it was the most delicious thing he had ever seen.
“Hey!” The alpha snapped his fingers in Gepard’s face breaking him out of his trance “Earth to Gepard! I know I have a great dick, but you’re not getting anything tonight.” He ended the conversation, hearing the low needy whine from the omega. Choosing to ignore the noise, Sampo left momentarily only to return with a blanket and pillow, throwing them on the couch.
Gepard had grabbed the items, staring at them before looking back up at the man, watching him turn to go back to his bedroom. “Wait! C-Can I sleep with you?” He knew what it sounded like. He knew that he was just ogling an alpha’s cock just a moment ago, but he felt comforted sleeping with others close to him.
Throwing a wave over his shoulder, Sampo hit the lights off and opened his door. “Nope,” was all that was said as the door closed again, leaving Gepard entirely in the dark with nothing but himself and his own thoughts.