"You're looking tense, handsome. You haven't seen a ghost, right?~"
Standing perfectly still in the narrow alleyway, which barely lit by the streetlights, Alex felt the evening air grow heavy. His red eyes remained sharp, peering through the darkness, hands deep in his pockets.
'What the hell is with this woman... she doesn't feel like a human anymore.' Liza's voice came rough and halting inside his head, all playfulness gone. She wasn't expecting Janeth to be in an alleyway trying to jerk off a drunkard.
'I told you I had a bad feeling about this woman, and right now, the air around her is getting... unusual.'
'Feeling it too.' Alex thought back, keeping his calm despite the fact that his muscles were coiling like springs. 'She's completely different from the Janeth I know.'
His red eyes locked on the professor, who looked like a beautiful ruined wreck, long hair wild around her shoulders, the skimpy dress pressing high on her milky thighs. The fabric strained across the delicious curves of her hips and tiny waist as she stood over the drunk man sprawled on his ass, face twisted in intoxication.
Driving the long heel of her shoe straight into the man's crotch with a sharp flick, Janeth slammed her weight down hard.
"AGGGHHH! NO! STOOOOP! M-MY DICK!!" The man screamed, breathless and broken, curling up tight in agony.
Refusing to flinch, Janeth leaned her full weight onto the heel, slowly grinding it down with a cruel focus. Her deep brown eyes flared with disgust.
She lifted her foot. The man sobbed into the cold floor, clutching himself, too broken to crawl, while she looked down at him the way someone looks at a used tissue.
A nudge of her toe rolled him onto his back, and she wiped the heel on his shirt.
"Waste of time." She said it flatly, Then turned toward Alex.
The silence stretched after the whimpering died. Her sweet scent rose in the air, hitting Alex with a wave of heat. The smell and the lustful energy around her made him swallow hard, his body reacting before his mind could stop it.
Still a few feet away, she flipped her messy hair back with one hand and let an obscene smirk crawl across her lips.
Shifting her weight, she knew exactly what she was doing to him.
"You're staring, boy~" She let out a breathy laugh, tilting her head.
Alex kept both hands in his pockets, expression unchanged. But on the inside, he was on the edges of going nuts.
Her gaze dropped to his pants, and the smirk widened.
"You keeping saying no~" A slow giggle rolled out of her, her eyes drifting back up to his. "But this says otherwise."
Taking a step forward, a faint pink haze began to drift off her skin, thin and slow, curling in the air like cigarette smoke.
'Her voice is... making me dizzy.' Alex thought, struggling to keep his breathing eve, his jaw tightening.
'She's not human.... A human shouldn't have this kind of power.' Liza said quietly.
A cold chill ran down his spine even as the atmosphere turned warm and soft around him.
The wrong kind of warm. The kind that made his shoulders loosen when they shouldn't, that made his chest feel open and inviting, like he was standing before someone he trusted completely.
His blood was boiling, cock throbbing against his zipper, and the worst part was that some part of him didn't want to fight it.
He curled his fingers into fists inside his pockets to keep his muscles from locking up, his gut pulling him toward her.
Janeth stepped closer, close enough to touch. She reached out, her fingers hovering near his chest without making contact, letting him feel the raw warmth radiating off her palm.
"Feel that~?" Her voice dropped low, almost a moan, her rosy lips parting. "That's you wanting to drop on your knees."
"No..." Alex said, voice strained. He forced himself to keep his eyes on hers, but they kept dropping. Her deep cleavage was heaving with each breath, nipples stiff and visible through the thin fabric, the torn dress doing nothing to hide them.
Her flawless skin glistened, and her eyes, a pair of beautiful brown eyes, caught the light in a way that made his thoughts stutter.
"Liar~" She whispered it against his ear, the word melting into a soft hum of amusement. "Kneel for me."
His legs buckled suddenly.
But she caught him. Both hands gripping his shirt, pulling him forward, then spinning him around and shoving his back against the wall.
The impact knocked the air from his lungs. Before he could react, she stepped into him, pressing him flat against the brick.
Her tits crushed against his chest, soft and heavy, spilling to the sides under the weight of the press. The dress had slipped low, and he could feel the tops of her bare breasts against his skin, warm and soft.
Nipples pressed hard into his chest, two stiff points digging through, while her creamy thighs slid between his legs, skin smooth where the fabric had bunched at her hips,as her tiny waist filled the gap between his arms, and he could feel the swell of her hips against his, the curve of her body locking into his like a puzzle piece.
And then the scent hit him.
Not perfume. Not the sweet lingering smell from before. This was deeper, muskier, wet. The scent of a woman who wanted him badly, thick enough to coat the back of his throat with every breath. It mixed with the pink haze curling around them, and something inside his head just... gave.
"Auhn~♡" A soft moan slipped from her throat and her fingers climbed his chest, dragging up to his neck.
One hand curled around the side of his throat, just resting there, affectionate. The other slid down his stomach, her palm flat against his shirt, tracing the waistband before dipping lower.
"Mmm~ you're so hard already..." she breathed against his jaw, her voice trembling.
She squeezed her body closer into his embrace.
And Alex's breath shuddered. Both hands stayed flat against the wall behind him, his fingers pressing into brick, every muscle screaming to shove her off.
But the scent of her arousal was in his lungs now, drowning out Liza's warnings, drowning out reason. His body wanted her so badly.
Then her palm pressed down over the front of his pants, cupping him through the fabric, smiling against his jaw, her fingers curling, tracing the length of him through the denim, feeling him twitch against her palm.
"There you go~" A slutty whimper escaped her lips, her whole body trembling against his, pressing closer. "Don't fight it... feels good, right?"
"Ah~ I can feel you throbbing..." Her hand stroked him through the fabric slowly, her breath hitching. "You want me so bad..."
His right hand left the wall. Not to push her away. His fingers grabbed her ass, full and soft, the flesh yielding under his grip, barely covered by the bunched dress.
While his other hand followed before he could stop it, sliding to the back of her bare thigh, her hot skin under his palm, and he pulled her leg up against his hip.
He wanted to flip her around, pin her to this wall, tear what was left of that dress off her body and bury himself inside her.
"Hnmm~" Feeling his grip tighten on her ass and her breath caught. A smile spread across her lips, slow and satisfied, her eyes lighting up with something hungry. She rolled her hips against him, grinding her wet panties directly against the straining bulge in his jeans, and looked up at his face through her lashes.
"There it is~" she whispered, her voice thick with arousal. "Stop fighting it. Just take me. Right here. I won't stop you~"
She pushed her hips forward again, slow and deliberate, and her smile widened when she felt him throb hard against her.
"I want it too, Alex~" A soft, shameless moan slipped out, her walls clenching around nothing, and she ground slower, letting him feel the damp fabric drag against him. "I'm so wet... can't you tell? That's all for you. Just let go and use me like you want to~"
That was the break point.
His hands were shaking on her body, his hips rolling against her on their own, and the only thing stopping him from throwing her down and fucking her right there against the wall was a thread of will that was getting thinner by the second.
Everything after that went hazy.
Her moans filled his ear, constant and breathless. Her palm stroking him through his pants, her teeth grazing his earlobe, her wet panties dragging against his cock with every roll of her body.
His eyelids drooped and his head tilted toward her. The grip on her ass tightened, pulling her flush against him.
"Good boy~" she whispered, barely audible, her lips brushing his.
She pulled back just enough to look at him, her brown eyes hazy, lips parted, breathing hard. Then she leaned in, her mouth drifting toward his.
'No!! Snap out of it, Alex!' Liza shouted in his mind.
The foreign thought shattered. Alex's eyes snapped open. His hands let go of her body and he shoved her back.
Janeth stumbled, catching herself on one foot, her back arching slightly to keep balance.
Her lips were still parted and her eyes were wide, and for a second, something flickered across her face. Not anger or fear but something softer. Almost as if she was hurt. She couldn't believe he had pulled away from that kiss.
Looking at him, his chest heaving, sweat on his face, but his eyes were clear again and super sharp.
The smile on her face didn't fade, but it dropped slowly. Glancing down at herself. At her body, at the sexy dress at her hips, at her thick thighs, at the wet spot darkening the fabric between her legs.
"You..." she said quietly. No playfulness. Just flat and cold. "You actually pulled away? You rejected me again even after restoring my most of my power."
Her hands curled into fists at her sides. The pink haze around her flared, brightening for a second, and the warm air shifted into something sharp and heavy, pressing against his chest like a warning.
And for the first time, she looked less like a seductress and more like something dangerous that had just been denied its meal.
A beat of silence. Her chest rose and fell slowly, like she was reining something in. The anger smoothed out.
"Fine." One word. "Then we do this the hard way."
A faint pink light pulsed around Janeth, spreading from her chest and lighting up every curve.
Alex's mouth opened slightly, as he watched the pink energy engulf his professor whole.
Liza responded quickly, too caught off guard to think deeply, but certain of one thing. 'It's high-density magic! A powerful spell! What is she?!'
Throwing her head back, Janeth arched and pushed her chest forward. The light grew brighter and pulsed.
"I'm done wearing this human body~" She said it with breathless excitement, like she couldn't wait anymore.
The light exploded outward, turning the dark path into a bright glow.
Alex had to take a few steps back and shielded his eyes with his arm, the warmth washing over his skin like a wave.
After a minute, it began fading. The light died down, the warmth pulled back, and the alleyway returned to darkness under the streetlight.
"What the hell happened...?" Alex lowered his arm.
Two figures stood where Janeth had been.
Janeth was on the ground, crumpled on her side, her body still and her eyes were shut, like a puppet whose strings had been cut.
And standing over her was someone else. Golden blonde hair spilled down past bare shoulders, easily glistening along the light.
A pair of small horns curved up from the top of her head, and a black tail swayed lazily behind her, the tip shaped like a heart.
Magnificently beautiful in a way that didn't belong on Earth, in a random alleyway.
Stretching both arms above her head like she'd just woken up from a long nap, she rolled her neck with a satisfied sigh. Then her glowing green eyes found Alex, and she smiled.
But before she could speak, Liza's voice came breathless in his head, choking on the realization.
"Possessed by a Succubus!?"