The new collection A Succubus for Social Justice officially out tomorrow. It can be pre-ordered in ebook form here and the print version should also go live tomorrow. Here is an excerpt from another one of the new stories.
This is from "Outcall with a Succubus", which is a direct sequel to the very first Nicole story, "Incall with a Succubus". In this, Nicole provides an outcall rather than incall service. There are also a lot of other shenanigans going on. The viewpoint protagonist isn't aware of them, but hopefully the reader will be able to figure out what's actually going on (you'll understand when you read the whole story). Once again, Nicole isn't being completely truthful...
"Do you have a spare room?" Nicole asked.
He took her to another room two doors down.
"It's in the middle of refurbishment," Newman said.
It would be more accurate to say it was at the beginning of refurbishment, and had been for some time. It was originally going to be a children's room, but then Geneviève had... died. Newman still didn't know what he wanted to do with it. The walls were half painted. There wasn't even a carpet on the floor.
"Maybe a bit too basic," Newman said. "Not very comfy."
"No, it's perfect," Nicole said.
She walked in and looked around.
"Hold on," Newman said. "I think I have an air mattress stored away somewhere. It'll be better than doing it on the floorboards."
"That won't be necessary," Nicole said. "I brought some kit with me."
She placed her chic black handbag on the floor and unzipped it. The first items she removed seemed commonplace enough. They looked like regular tealight candles. Nicole placed them around the empty spare room. What was less regular was how Nicole lit them. She didn't have any matches or anything like that. Instead, she just touched the wick with the tip of a long fingernail and it sparked into flame. One of the advantages of being a hell demon, Newman supposed.
The candles also weren't as regular as they initially appeared. After being lit, they produced copious amounts of scented pink smoke. The room started to fill up with a pink haze. The perfumed smoke also had an effect on Newman. His head started to feel comfortably warm and fuzzy. The fumes had a more dramatic effect... downstairs.
"You should take them off," Nicole said, glancing at the tented front of Newman's trousers. "Before they get uncomfortable."
Yes, that would be a good idea, Newman thought. His erection was feeling constricted. He started to take his clothes off.
He paused his undressing when he noticed Nicole take a strange item out of her handbag. It looked like a black egg made out of glossy black rubber. Nicole held it in her palm and positioned her hand between her legs.
She turned to Newman.
"You can watch if you like, but I should warn you. This might look a little strange."
Nicole had already removed her underwear. She squatted down and pushed the black egg up between the folds of her labia and into her vagina. Then she held her pose—as stiff as a statue.
A black rubbery bubble emerged from Nicole's vagina, and slowly expanded out between her legs. It looked like she was blowing up a piece of bubblegum, but with her sex rather than her mouth. She leaned back and extended her wings as the black something unfurled and rolled out across the floor. Until, with a soft sigh, Nicole pushed the last of it out. It lay on the floor, wet and glistening, a strange black cushion about seven or eight feet in diameter. It seemed to dry and settle until the shape became more distinct.
It looked like she'd given birth to a circular air mattress and Newman had to stifle a giggle at how absurd that sounded.
"I did warn you it would look unusual," Nicole said with a sheepish smile.
"I guess that's why I don't need to fetch the airbed," Newman said.
"It's a special air mattress," Nicole said, "impregnated with succubus magic. The process to inflate it is a little unusual."
"Definitely unusual," Newman said, "and a little kinky."
"Oh good," Nicole said. "I was hoping you'd use that word."
She stood up and a pulse of heat radiated from her body.
"I have a little confession to make."
She looked uncharacteristically embarrassed.
"It's difficult to explain as the terms are not exactly analogous, but I'm in the succubus version of in heat."
Read the rest in the full collection, out tomorrow!
