Nothing Good

“Well,” She says, almost hesitating before continuing, “That means that our souls are bound together now, at least until we figure out the spell to get me out of you. Until then, well, we’re trapped together.”

What.

So, some asshole decided to write the wrong ritual in a ‘spellbook’ and now I’d have to suffer for it? All because of one douchebag who wanted to fuck some random stranger’s day over? I was pissed off, very fucking pissed off, but more than that I was terrified. Terrified that if I didn’t figure out how to get rid of her, I might just have to spend the rest of my life with a demon inside my head.

She could sense the rage, the apprehension, the raw unadulterated fear coursing through my mind. “Hey, look it’s worse for me.” She said after a few seconds, her voice low in steely resignation.

“How could it be worse than having a demon trapped in your head?” I asked with a bitter laugh. It was still unsettling how I could have a full fledged conversation with her inside of my head, without even opening my mouth.

“Well, once you die, I’ll be trapped here in your body until the end of time, so there’s that,” She shot back, “At least you’ll get out eventually, I’ll be stuck in this body forever.”

Okay, that sounded just as bad, if not worse. At least both of us had gotten the short end of the stick, if there even was any stick at this point. Both of us were in a shitty position, and it was clear that we’d have to reverse the spell as soon as we fucking could.

“Alright then, we’ll need to get rid of it then, so that both of us can go our separate ways. Can’t be that hard, right?” I asked, not quite sure if I was reassuring myself or her. Fuck, I was trapped with a sucubbus inside of me, this really wasn’t good.

“If someone is able to create a spell this complex, that means that they’re dangerous enough to kill you,” She said calmly, almost as if she would’ve had a grim smile on her face, before snorting, “Oh and, Andreas, trust me it’s much worse for me to be trapped inside a mortal’s body. You all are so… delicate.”

She sounded like a cat, toying with her prey before killing it, and despite how terrifying it was, for some reason it was so goddamn hot. Then again, succubi were quite literally demons made from lust, it made sense that she could have that kind of effect on me, even without a physical form.

“Delicate? What does that even mean?” I asked as I laid down. Hey, having an evil sex demon trapped inside my head didn’t mean I couldn’t get comfortable.

“Delicate as in…” She said, her voice trailing off for a few seconds before continuing, “The minds of mortals are, well, fragile. Fragile enough that it’s easy for my kind to exert our influence, like what I did earlier with your dear mother and aunt.”

Fuck, I should have figured that out myself. It made complete sense, how someone like her could still influence people without really being there. That was of course, what had happened to Mom and Aunt Heather.

“Speaking of, are they going to forget about all of it? Like, will they remember all of it and be just as horny?” I asked slowly, trying not to think about all of the possibilities that two horny women could offer me.

She just laughed, “You are a terrible son,” I was about to defend myself, but she continued talking, “To answer your question, well, they’ll remember everything that happened. And to answer what you’re probably thinking right now, no, they’re not going to throw themselves on your feet, but their attitudes towards anything would be… significantly more open minded.”

“Oh,” I said, my cock twitching in my pants as I realized the possibilities that were in front of me. At least I’d get to have some fun while suffering. And then, another possibility struck me.