A little bird

The debate going on in your head was interrupted by the sound of steps echoing in the gym. A girl making her way gradually down the bleachers, nerves clearly showing as she made herself take each step closer and closer down from where she had been sitting, where her friends still looked on wanting to call out to her but too afraid to draw attention to themselves. She wasn't much wearing a hot topic t-shirt, glasses, no make up to speak of and the look of someone quiet and perhaps beaten down. The audience for their part had been distracted from the edge of their seat fright momentarily, all eyes following her, and given how stiffly she moved she could feel their gaze watching her descend toward damnation.

She passed your girls, her eyes roaming over them and each of them obliging her gaze hefting breasts, licking plump lips, or spreading their darkened pussy lips showing off what could be her's. Eyes looked to you next as she came closer, stopping in front of you, you quietly let her eyes wander over your body, taking in every tight muscle, the smooth hairless red skin, the black claws of your finger tips, and lingering on the thick hard red cock between your legs, already asking herself if such a thing could fit inside her small young body. You could see her taking in the pheromones now that she was nearer, what little chest she did have scraping the inside of her bra, and your eyes seeing the betraying sight of a wet patch growing on her pants. Then she reached up, at first meaning for it to be just a tap as her fingers touched your chest, then slowly her palm pressing and resting on it, fingers splaying as she subtly stroked it feeling the warmth of your body soaking her hand. Looking up she met your eyes and swallowed as she worked up the courage to speak.

"Will it hurt?" she whispered like someone on stage not wanting to break the scene to the audience, who still watched with rapt attention behind her.

Not wanting to scare the little bird you took a soothing gentle tone, hand moving up to gently brush her hair back causing her to shiver and close her eyes as you spoke in a soft whispering voice "No...you'll only know pleasure dear...endless...eternal....bliss..." you lowered your head to husk further into her ear, making her stiffen in both fear and something else "you'll become everything you've dreamed of being and more...a goddess....free of shame....inhibition...fear". She was growing damp with both your proximity and temptations...the front of her pants soaked through making it a wonder her legs hadn't given out or that she hadn't surrendered herself already. Breathing staggered she spoke low again this time in a confessing voice "there are...there are some girls...I...I don't want them to have...this...I...I don't want them to become...like them" head turning looking slightly back at the succubi" ...I don't care about everyone else....just...as long as they don't have....this" she frowned and you could see the core of bitterness and jealousy, not bargaining for salvation but for denying the objects of her hatred this gift. You couldn't hide the wide grin that formed as you nodded "They are yours to do with as you wish..." fingers brushing her quivering cheeks "destroy them yourself if you so desire, you will not be denied".

She exhaled and....