Fiendish Polycraft

Caleb was floating naked and gently through a soft pink void. He felt feverish, but not in a bad way. He was drifting through space, his mind and heart open to the emptiness around him. He was content, and it was a feeling that was alien to him in recent days. Here, he didn’t have to worry about anything at all, his troubles had melted away like a cube of ice in a glass of warm water.

But this glimpse of happiness would not last long, he felt his comfortable void become invaded by others, and he looked around to see who they were. On his left, the long curly coppery-red hair of the girl who had been the object of his infatuations flowed behind her like she was in water, and the cute thick-rimmed glasses perched on her freckled nose showed an image of Caleb in their reflective lenses. Her large breasts and voluptuous curves were completely exposed to him, but the look of warmth and acceptance she gave him was all Caleb cared about. He could see someone else besides himself reflected in her glasses, and he turned around, curiosity piqued.

On the other side of him was the other object of his infatuation, their bleached blonde hair contrasting against their softly tanned skin and starkly feminine features. Were it not for the almost completely flat chest and male sex, most would assume this boy to be a woman. Until he was gently corrected on the matter, Caleb had, and the revelation had not deterred the burning passionate desire he felt for him. The feminine boy, or femboy as he called himself, had the telltale quirky and cute smile on his lips, and eyes that gleamed with equal parts warmth and mischief.

But now Caleb was between them, and the pink of the void fell to a dull purple as anguish welled up inside him. Both had been close friends for several years now, both were attractive to him, both could make him laugh and swell with joy when he saw them. He was fairly certain that if he asked either one of them to date, they would agree. The problem was Caleb knew he had to decide between them, but could not bear to do so.

It was at this point Caleb realized he was in a dream, and it was the same dream he’d been tormented with multiple times before. This was where the dream ordinarily ended, and the depressed purple void would fade to the black of his inner eyelids. But this time, the dream did not end, and the violet background became brighter, redder, until it was a vibrant and glorious scarlet.

He saw the two figures of his long-time crushes suddenly come together in front of him just as he was beginning to feel a strange warm sensation at his groin. They wrapped their arms around each other, the tanned skin of the boy contrasting beautifully against the pale white skin of the girl. With a maddening sense of anticipation, Caleb realized what his dream intended to show him, and it would be a new kind of , he knew.

Their lips sailed across what seemed like an infinite gap between them in a moment that felt like hours. Caleb braced himself for the sorrow to fill him as the realization of what the dream intended to tell him came crashing into him. If he did not hurry, it would be too late, and he would not have either of them. Both would be lost to him forever and he would be left in crushing loneliness.

However, when their lips finally connected and they began gently and romantically kissing, the strange but pleasant sensation at his groin became more pronounced, and he felt himself groan from the feeling as he watched the kiss. The feminine nature of his male crush rendered the act oddly sapphic and erotic to him. But more than just having visual sex appeal, the act also felt less like a betrayal and more like an opportunity. This became doubly apparent when both faces ended their kiss and turned to look at him again, both were smiling in what Caleb may have interpreted as mocking glee moments ago, but he now realized that their slightly lowered eyelids and relaxed brows were giving their expressions a wholly different context.

It was as if the faces were saying, “Come hither, join us.”

After this realization, they began to fade into the vibrant red of the void around them, melting into it like they had never been there, but Caleb realized with some measure of surprise he still wasn’t alone. A third was with him in his strange dreamscape, and this third was the reason for the delightful feeling at his lower half.

Dreamily he tilted his head downward, which oddly felt more like lifting it upward and saw an unfamiliar figure at his waist. In an instant the vibrant red of Caleb’s dream melted into the features of his empty and dull room. He was aware that his dream had ended, but his transition from his dreamland to the waking world was seamless and perfect, as though he had never opened his eyes. He realized that the reason he had felt like he was lifting his head earlier was simply because that was exactly what he had done, he’d raised his head off the pillow to look at the third figure from his dream.

To his amazement, this figure had not faded away like the rest of the background. There was someone in his bed with him, and he could feel his stiff, hot member inside her mouth and throat. She was swallowing him down to the very base of his shaft.

“What the fuck?” he exclaimed but it came out as nothing more than a breathy whisper. He still felt trapped inside the dreamscape, part of him felt like it was floating, and he felt he couldn’t really move. When he tried, his body would give no more than a half-hearted twitch. He recognized this sensation; it was like he had sleep paralysis.

Only there was no terror or nightmare, only softness. It was less like he was paralyzed and more like he was being to relax himself.

Finally, the head of dark brunette double-ponytailed hair at his groin lifted upward. He saw his rigid cock sliding inch by inch out of the mouth of the stranger at his hips until finally it was released in a final pop. Her eyes gleamed with a similar scarlet color as the background of his dream. She sighed and grinned.

“Don’t worry, I’m not gonna hurt you,” she said in the most gorgeous timbre Caleb had ever heard coming from a woman. Her voice was like silky notes being played on a perfectly-tuned violin. His astonishment maintained as he noticed how perfectly her beautiful voice matched the subtle but powerful beauty of her face. “I’m just thirsty, just give me something to drink and I’ll release you.”

Release me? Caleb thought, What does she mean by— but his train of thought became suddenly shattered when he saw something extending from her back, three somethings, in fact. Two of them were small bat-like wings which were glossy and a deep jet black. The third extension was a whip-like spade-tipped tail of the same color and about a yard long whipping back and forth in the air idly. Then he noticed a pair of horns extending from the top of her head, how had he not noticed those before?

He should have felt panic at the revelation that an actual real demon was laying on his bed, but thanks to the strange relaxed paralysis that permeated his entire body, he couldn’t bring himself to. These facts only struck him with, at worst, mild interest.

“Come on, I can smell how good it’s going to taste, just let me have some, will you?” She asked in her siren’s song of a voice. He felt compelled to obey her, but he was having trouble deciding if it was some compulsive magic or a true natural desire to have this gorgeous woman drink him dry. Either way, the demon lowered her lips and brought his engorged length into her mouth and throat in a single, slow, agonizingly pleasurable movement.

He played Lairs and Liches, he played RPGs, he watched TV and movies, Caleb was a damned nerd, he knew a succubus when he saw one. If she wasn’t one of those fabled demons of lust, she was definitely something pretty close. But the terrible and wicked truth of the matter was that his concern was just a muted cry in the furthest reaches of his mind, the only thing he could focus on with any certainty was the feeling of his cock being so hungrily swallowed whole by this vision of a woman and the impending orgasm rushing up from deep in his core.

It was an ejaculation he would remember for the rest of his natural life. He unleashed his seed into the demon’s mouth. He could almost feel a purr from deep inside her as she began to swallow it without delay, drinking down everything he had to offer and then some.

“Gulp… mmm… gulp,” she swallowed slowly but made sure Caleb could hear as each mouthful slid down her throat. What’s more, she looked like she was almost as aroused as he was.

He found that not only did his climax feel far better than any he had before, but it lasted far longer too. He knew there was no way there was this much sperm inside him, and yet the succubus drank heartily of everything that erupted from his tip in long and delighted gulps for what felt like half a minute at least.

When Caleb’s climax finally ended, she slid herself off his length slowly, slurping and sucking loudly as she did, clearly trying to get anything and everything out and leave no trace of her presence. There was another pop as she released his cock from her mouth, and she gave him a delighted grin before making one last heroic gulp and licked her soft lips.

“Gulp… ahhh, much better, that tasted so good,” she said, looking deep into his eyes.