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Kunigami and Barou met as teens, each as strikers on separate school soccer teams. Their competitiveness made for entertaining matches, each challenging the other to play harder. However, they did not become friends until summer camp, bonding over soccer strategy, among other things.
Now both were college students, but Kunigami was the only one with an apartment. Barou stayed with his big family.
It was a Friday evening, time for a chill night of video games and booze, just the two of them.
Kunigami knew Barou would be staying the night since he brought his bulky duffel bag. No doubt full of hair styling and skincare products.
“Gonna crush you at smash bros,” challenged Barou, finishing his first beer of the night.
“You wish,” Kunigami said, picking up his controller.
~~~
The two men got drunk fast, downing beer cans like shots.
“Fuck, man…” Barou slurred, lying on the floor next to Kunigami. His gaze floundered around the room, landing on an ornate book mixed in with a pile of clothes on the desk.
Barou stood up too quick, swaying dangerously.
“Don’t fall,” mumbled Kunigami, playing a game on his phone too close to his face.
“Fuck is this,” Barou dug the book out of the laundry, a cultish symbol carved on the cover.
“Huh?” Kunigami dropped his phone on his face, then craned his head to look. “Never seen that before.”
“Why is it with your dirty clothes?” Barou questioned, turning the book around to see a blank back cover.
“They’re not dirty,” defended Kunigami. “I just haven’t put them away yet.”
“Fuckin’ slob,” the dark haired man muttered, opening to a random page as he walked back to Kunigami.
Before Barou could attempt to read any of the book, he slipped on one of Kunigami’s fallen socks. He tumbled to the floor hard, face first into the open book.
Kunigami burst out laughing.
Barou lifted his head from the book to glare at him, then blood shot out of his nose.
“Shit,” winced Kunigami, sitting up to come help.
Kunigami held one of his loose socks to Barou’s nose, and noticed some of the blood droplets had fallen into the book. Mindlessly, he dipped a finger in the blood, making a messy swirl over the circle symbol on the page.
Suddenly, an ultra-bright pink light burst out from the book, blinding Kunigami. Both Barou and Kunigami backed away.
The light filled the room, then morphed into sparkles that rained down from the ceiling, disappearing as they hit the floor.
“I’m too drunk for whatever this is,” said Kunigami, still holding the sock to Barou’s nose.
“Hello boys,” a soft, sultry voice hummed from behind them.
They jumped, turning to face the new presence in the room.
Long pink hair, some of it in little braids, lay over a lithe and supple body. He was clad only in a skintight sleeveless black suit, cut off above the hips to reveal smooth legs in thigh high sheer stockings, with blood red stiletto heels.
“Am I dreaming?” Barou blinked, taking in the view.
The alluring being had a loose choker around his neck, and black bands around his dainty wrists. A pointed tail swayed behind him.
Fuchsia eyes, half-lidded by long lashes, darted enticingly between Kunigami and Barou. A teasing smile played on plush, inviting lips.
“Well? I’m hungry,” the gorgeous creature said, expectantly.
The men shot up from the floor. Barou threw the blood-soaked sock at Kunigami, who was searching hurriedly for the bag of chips they were eating earlier.
“What’s your name?” Barou asked, licking his lips.
“Chigiri,” chimed the creature. “What’s yours?”
“Barou Shoei,” he smirked, shaking his hand, admiring the flawless pointed pink nails, almost like claws.
Kunigami couldn’t find the chip bag, but he found a protein bar and a beer. He offered both to the being.
“And you’re Kunigami Rensuke, aren’t you,” smiled Chigiri, only taking the beer. He had little fangs inside his mouth.
“H-how’d you know,” he stuttered, blushing when he caught himself staring at the pink haired creature’s small tits.
“I just know,” chuckled Chigiri. He opened the beer can and tilted his head back to drink it all in one elegant yet uncanny swallow.
The two men watched him in awe, lust, and a twinge of fear.
“What are you?” Barou bit the bullet.
“You haven’t figured it out?” Chigiri’s tail sensuously wrapping around one of his legs. “I’m a succubus.”
His pink eyes literally sparkled.
“A sex demon?” grinned Barou.
“Mhmm,” hummed the demon, sizing up Kunigami. Chigiri sidled up to him, one hand caressing the man’s bicep, then moved to his muscled pecs.
Kunigami knew he was already half hard just from this. The gorgeous succubus draped his body over his, hands cradling his neck as he moved against him. Kunigami brushed pink hair away from his face, mesmerized.
“Party’s starting?” interrupted Barou, squeezing Chigiri’s ass with both hands.
“So it seems,” Chigiri rolled his pretty eyes.
“Hot,” said Barou, grinding on the demon and stroking his tail.
Kunigami ignored him, catching Chigiri in a kiss. He licked into his mouth, hot pleasure overtaking him as their tongues met.
Barou pulled his tail roughly, making the demon moan into Kunigami’s mouth.
Chigiri touched Kunigami’s shirt, his powers causing it to disintegrate into thin air, then did the same with his pants.
Barou paused, stripping himself before the pink haired demon could reach for him. He liked these clothes.
Finally, Chigiri made his own suit disappear, soft flesh exposed. Only his stockings and heels remained. A tattoo decorated his lower stomach.
The demon pounced back into Kunigami’s arms, biting a shoulder.
Barou groped his tits from behind, kissing and licking at the back of his neck.
“Take me to bed,” purred Chigiri, half lidded eyes on Kunigami.
“Don’t gotta tell us twice, devil cakes,” leered Barou, pinching both nipples.
Kunigami lifted Chigiri by the waist, the succubus’ legs wrapped around him as he moved him to sit on the bed. Chigiri kissed him on the cheek, rubbing his face against his neck. Kunigami caressed his nape, strong hands wandering down his body.
Barou shoved Kunigami to the side, taking his place between the demon’s juicy thighs. He slid one of the stockings down his leg, drooling.
Kunigami scowled, latching on to Chigiri’s other knee, thumbing at the stocking.
“Who invited you,” grumbled Kunigami, giving Barou’s shoulder a push.
“He’s fine,” smiled Chigiri. “He was here too.”
“So you would have fucked anyone if they were here?” said Kunigami.
“Of course not,” Chigiri pouted. “Some people are ugly. You two can just share me for tonight.” He flipped soft locks of hair over his shoulder.
“Whatever the fairy princess says,” chuckled Barou, lining up his cock to the succubus’ ass.
“Come here, hero. Fuck my pussy for me,” the seductress said as he turned around to sit on Barou’s dick, facing Kunigami.
Kunigami briefly wondered if having sex with this demon would mean dying right after, but maybe it would be worth it. At least he wouldn’t die alone, Barou would also die. Better to die doing something like this.
“I’ve never,” whispered Kunigami, kissing Chigiri’s neck.
The demon smiled so wide, Kunigami’s fear kicked back in. Then Chigiri guided the man’s hand down between his thighs.
Barou jostled them with every thrust, and paused for a moment. “Dude, just get in there, feels so good. I wanna hear this babe moan.”
“Don’t rush me,” bit back Kunigami. He feared, not for any supernatural reason, but that he would come too quickly.
“Boys, play nice,” chided the succubus. “We can go more than one round.”
“Hell yeah,” Barou chuckled, gripping his hips as he rammed into him. More blood dripped from his nose onto the redhead’s back.
Kunigami kissed Chigiri, and Chigiri pulled him closer, skin to skin. The beauty touched his cock, guiding it between his wet folds.
Kunigami kept eye contact with him, watching Chigiri’s eyelashes flutter as he slowly entered him.
Or, tried to slowly enter, as Barou’s rhythm kept the succubus’ body moving.
“Come on, big boy,” Chigiri whispered in Kunigami’s ear, arms around his back. “Take control.”
Kunigami did as he was told, clutching Chigiri’s waist as he slammed fully inside him.
The beauty moaned perfectly and let Kunigami go at his pace, as Barou fought back from his other side.
“Fuck this is hot,” Barou groaned, orgasming inside Chigiri’s ass. He gnawed on the demon’s back, turning his head to make out with him.
Kunigami felt euphoric, wondering if Chigiri emitted some sex drugs or something, or if this is just how sex feels. Maybe this is just how Chigiri feels. He took a break from thrusting to lick and suck at a perky nipple.
Chigiri made a pleasured sound, thighs trembling around Kunigami’s hips.
Kunigami began again, going faster than before, and the redhead’s gasps and moans grew louder. He felt the demon’s fingernails scratch his back.
Chigiri kissed him, sloppily licking into his mouth, and Kunigami came, his seed filling the succubus up.
Chigiri sighed happily, licking some of Kunigami’s cum off his finger. His pink eyes flashed gold for a moment. “Ready for round two?”
~~~
A few hours later, the sun rose.
Barou and Kunigami woke up on the soaked bed, no succubus in sight.
“Holy shit, that was amazing,” Barou said, grunting as he stood up. “A workout too, fuck.”
Kunigami stared at the empty bed, feeling dejected.
“Where’s that magic book, dude? We can totally call him back later,” suggested Barou, throwing Kunigami’s laundry around.
The book was in the middle of the bed, and Kunigami realized Barou couldn’t see it.
He smirked and chuckled, watching a naked Barou hunt for the book to no avail.
Chigiri would definitely be called back, but for one person instead of two next time.