VD - Showtime Part 6

That should fill Bella’s spank bank for a while.

You reappear on the stage at Blind Collector, again in your embarrassing costume, but without the erection. The audience is going bananas. No, really. A lot of clothes are off and in addition to the cheering and whooping, there’s some sex happening in the crowd.

Your aura did this.

The impish announcer sees that you’re back and quickly pulls her hand out of her bikini bottoms. With dripping fingers, she graciously gestures for you to sit back down. The judges have not succumbed to your aura; they are in quiet deliberation.

You sit next to Morrigan, who looks cocky with her legs crossed.

“Not bad,” she says. “Could’ve made that more of a show.”

“I’ll tell you why later.”

“You’re good, Riley. Relax.”

That’s reassuring.

The judges award you a good score. Not a great score. You understand. What you did was… no frills, but you absolutely met your obligations as a succubus.

Whatever satisfaction you got from blowing that load doesn’t last. Now you have to watch Albedo and Trish.

Albedo gets Lara from camp, and you recognize the exact scroll that you and Viti used, way back when you first summoned Demi. Someone needs to put that thing somewhere safe.

Albedo just goes as herself, and less than ten minutes later you’re watching a deliriously happy Lara pump out her life ****, absolutely delighted to be underneath Albedo with her face smothered by the demon’s pillowy breasts.

Albedo returns with a better score than yours. Then it’s Trish, who pulls a more challenging victim: a stern, European woman with big girl boss vibes and a very evil CEO haircut. She’s slim and intense. You don’t get to see her fantasies the way that Trish does, but from the amount of time that Trish takes to choose a form, you sense that they are confusing.

Trish emerges as a suitably hot, smooth, sculpted, younger guy.

It’s obvious that Trish knows what she’s doing. She’s a technician with her fingers and even if she doesn’t naturally have a penis, she knows how to use one. She knows a woman’s body. But something’s missing. There’s no spark or chemistry. She’s gotten something wrong. You can sense her desperation when she’s on top of the woman, giving her some vigorous missionary that must feel heavenly… but the woman isn’t that into it.

Trish is **** to brute-**** her way to a big orgasm by rolling the woman onto her belly, entering her from above, and reaching around to play with her clit. That works, at least. But even a tear-streaked, sheet-biting orgasm isn’t enough to boost her score out of the mediocre range.

You and Morrigan have won this contest. Barely.