No, so he decides to give her more control

Tom and Sarah both took the next day off from work. In Tom's case, he had nearly collapsed when attempting to get out of bed in the morning. Yes, his muscles ached in ways that were beyond the simple pains of aging, but even beyond that he felt off. Energy wasn't coming to him quickly or easily. His drive to go somewhere away from Sarah just wasn't there. Even if he could physically do otherwise, the desire to stay in bed, rest, and enjoy the company of his succubus wife was an incredibly strong one.

For Sarah, it was even less of a choice. Of course, she was worried about her husband. That in itself may have been enough, but in her own words when the two of them discussed it, she would first need to "think up an excuse for suddenly being the sexiest smurf anyone would ever see," before she could return to the normal, mundane world of working for a living.

"Seems like you're selling your looks a bit short there," Tom joked in response. "It's hardly much of a competition when it's just you and Smurfette in contention."

Sarah smirked. "Oh, so you wouldn't call the old one Daddy Smurf if he asked?" They both shared a laugh, although the grin that remained on Sarah's face afterward was naughty looking enough to leave Tom wondering how much of a joke it had been on her end. He knew that she was going to adjust to her demonic nature mentally based off his wish, but wasn't sure exactly what that entailed.

Luckily, with little else to do while recovering, Tom had a lot of chances to observe that demonic nature for himself throughout the day. It was... Actually it was somewhat worrying. Not in any action she took specifically. In fact, she was perfectly pleasant to him all day. She brought him food for breakfast and lunch, as well as coffee when she made some for herself. She spent plenty of the day in bed right along with him, happily chatting about anything and being particularly charming the whole time. That in itself was some of the cause of concern. While of course Tom found Sarah's personality attractive, they were married after all, there was no reason for her to be pouring it on. While the topic of sex wasn't directly brought up, with both of them knowing it was a bad idea, Tom could easily notice Sarah's thoughts constantly orbiting around the concept. Frequent references and innuendo, as well as the occasional glimpse of glares of hunger in her eyes when she thought he wasn't looking, left Tom with the impression his demon wife was going to jump him the moment he gave the okay.

But it didn't happen. Instead, at some point Sarah took it upon herself to take to the internet and try to do some research on what it was that happened to her, which...

"If I have to read one more nutjob's theories on how to summon a succubus..." It apparently wasn't something she had an easy time with.

"No luck, I'm guessing?" Tom asked, although from the glimpses of her phone screen that he had seen, he had no expectation otherwise.

"Look at this dreck! What does 'tfw no succbutt gf' even mean!? Ugh." Sarah tossed her phone to the side, trusting its protective cover to take care of whatever damage it took from landing, or perhaps not even caring. She pulled up her knees, glowering at nothing while her tail swished back and forth in such an irritated manner it almost sounded like it was cutting the air. "You'd think I would be the one speaking in tongues, not humans."

It didn't escape Tom's notice that that, consciously or unconsciously intended, implied that she saw herself as a non-human.

-

"You suuuuure?" By the following morning, Tom was feeling mostly recovered. At least enough that he wouldn't be able to use it as an honest justification for missing work again. Unfortunately being recovered meant that it was extremely difficult to talk himself out of having draining sex again, especially with his wife laying across the bed luxuriously, her head upside-down and mouth open. Her long tongue wiggled in impossible ways, as if inviting him to pull out his cock, grab her by the neck and just thrust-

"Come on. I'm on my feet now. Even if you can get me up in the other way, which you know you can, I'm just going to wind up out of commission again if we feed you right now," he reasoned, somewhat hating himself for doing so. The temptation was strong. If he weren't as old as was, Tom doubted he would have been able to resist it. "Not to mention late for work."

"Hmmm, I don't know. Having you in bed all day doesn't sound too bad." Sarah winked at him with a grin. Still, she rolled over to her front, her legs kicking up idly behind her and her tail wrapping around them as they alternated. "But fine, you're right. I can last a liiiiittle while longer anyway. If you think you're getting away from me later tonight though..."

Sarah didn't finish her sentence, and Tom didn't need her to. He knew she was right. In a way, that was exactly what he knew he had signed up for. There was a thrill in it, the way that Sarah was practically scoping him out like a piece of meat. Some of his instincts, probably the more wise ones, were telling him he was in danger. This woman was built to manipulate him. Her overtly sexualized body, the cute mannerisms she was picking up with her tail, the heady smell she gave off... Even without thinking back to how it felt to actually fuck the woman-!

Tom took a deep breath to calm himself down. He had fully intended to go to work, and still planned to, but he knew this situation wasn't likely to be sustainable. At the same time, he didn't want to walk back on his previous wish. He didn't want to give up on the danger of consorting with a demon. Instead, he just had to make it so that Sarah was more in control. Taking a slight detour to his office, Tom retrieved the coin and put his thoughts into words.

"I wish that Sarah would soon come across a way to manage her demonic powers and control her hunger, so that she won't need to drain anyone."