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June Patreon Story 1: Zena the Succubus
🕑 Added 2019-06-21 00:01:04 +0000 UTC
Zena the Succubus
By Joyce Julep
“Hey there!” said Christopher smoothly, sidling over to the end of the bar where a young woman sat. He had been at the bar for over an hour now, and had consumed just enough alcohol to infuse his mind with courage. Christopher was normally shy and reserved, and one of the reasons why he went out on the town (just like everybody else, he suspected) on Fridays after class was to whet his whistle enough in public to meet new people…particularly girls. And speaking of girls — he had no idea how he had missed this one. Had she been sitting there at the end of the bar this whole time? Christopher had been scanning around for some time, discouraged by the fact that almost all the women in the bar seemed like they were paired up. Even a few drinks in, he certainly didn’t have the courage to go up to a girl who was with her girlfriends, let alone another guy. But there she was…this mysterious girl…sitting by herself.
She certainly was beautiful — ravishing, in fact. She had very long black hair that went all the way down her back, ending right where she sat on the bar stool. Her skin was pale white and contrasted strikingly with the blackness of her hair. She was wearing a pale blue t-shirt with the band name “Nirvana” written across in dark yellow letters, and on top of that was a black leather jacket that fit her petite form closely. She wore a short black skirt that only reached about halfway down her small shapely thighs, which were covered in punk-looking torn pantie hoes. On her feet were heavy-set black boots, and they swung to and fro from the bar stool. Evidently, this girl was quite short, maybe just about 5’0.
“Hey,” she said quietly to Christopher, smiling at him as he took a seat next to her. Normally, he would have been tongue-tied speaking to such a beauty. She had big dark eyes and was wearing black lipstick — she regarded him silently, shyly. God she was cute.
“I wouldn’t think a girl like you would be alone in a place like this,” said Christopher, surprising himself by how easy his words sounded. “I would’ve thought that guys would just be swarming around you.”
“Well,” said the young woman quietly, “maybe they just didn’t see me.”
“Well I see you!” said Christopher, laughing. “And, I’m sure you’ve heard this a million times but I’ll just say it anyway — you are hands down one of the most gorgeous people I have ever seen in my entire life.”
The young woman blinked her eyes as she averted her head downward, exhaling sheepishly.
“Oh come on!” said Christopher spiritedly, “don’t act like you haven’t heard that before!”
“Once or twice,” the young woman admitted, her dark eyes coming up again into his as she managed a smile.
“Well, let my introduce myself — I’m Christopher!” he said, extending his hand. “And what might your name be?”
“I’m Zena,” said the young woman quietly, smiling again as she reached out in kind and shook Christopher’s hand. ‘Boy, her hand sure is tiny,’ he thought, feeling a twinge in his crotch as his eyes did a quick scan of her little body. She was petite all over, that was for sure. He also noticed that her hand was quite cool…almost cold, even. His eyes scanned over her body quickly once more, noticing her A-cup breasts that were just barely poking through her Nirvana shirt. A sudden thought flashed through his mind: he really hoped this girl was 18…she sure looked young…but surely she was at least 21, right? Thy had let her into the bar…
“Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Zena,” said Christopher warmly, letting her cold little hand go. “And…well, I’m sure you’re used to this too…but let me buy you a drink.”
“Ok,” said Zena her eyes studying him. Christopher balked for a moment — she was 21, right? He’d ask just to be sure.
“You’re 21, right Zena?” he asked, smiling and chuckling to mask the awkwardness he felt in asking the question. “I just…you know…you look so young, haha.”
“Oh yes,” said Zena, swiveling around in the bar stool, “I’m 21. Just turned 22, actually.”
“Really?” asked Christopher as he flagged down the bartender, “that’s how old I am!”
“You look older,” said Zena, her quiet voice somehow snaking through the background bar noise and slithering straight into Christopher’s ears. He laughed, feeling heartened and manly.
“Well, yeah, I’ve gotten that a time or two,” he said as the bartender came over. “Just wait until I’m 40 — I’ll probably look 60 if I keep up my lifestyle, you know? Hahaha!”
Zena smiled at his attempted joke, blinking her eyes slowly. Christopher knew he had just said something a little silly so he turned to the bartender, hoping the exchange would dilute a little bit of his awkwardness.
“I’m gonna buy the young lady here a drink,” he said, pointing to Zena. “What would you like?”
“Ummm, could we do a shot together?” she asked innocently.
“Uh, y-yeah, yeah of course!” said Christopher, recovering himself from her surprise request. ‘I mean, yeah that totally makes sense,’ he thought to himself quickly as he scanned over her again. ‘She’s a punk girl…goth…of course she takes shots!’ He didn’t know why, but he had expected her to order something a little…less intense. Maybe it was because of her soft voice and her innocent, almost childlike demeanor. In any case, he could feel himself getting excited. He loved doing shots, and had never done one with someone this attractive.
“Tequila?” he ventured, looking at her with a crooked smile.
“Bourbon,” she said.
“Oho!” said the bartender, “she knows what she wants. You better watch out Christopher!”
“I will, I will!” he said, laughing as the shots were poured. He handed one of them to Zena, who took it with a nod of her head, holding it up expectantly as she waited for him to take his own.
“Uhh…do you…uh…want a coke-back or anything to chase it with?” asked Christopher, hesitating for the first time. Zena cracked a sheepish little grin.
“No,” she said, “but you can have one if you want — I don’t mind.”
Christopher didn’t usually take straight shots without chasing them with a little light beer or Coca Cola or something, but he was not about to be upstaged by this tiny girl. He smiled and raised his glass.
“Let’s cheers to alcohol,” he laughed, “because without it, Zena, I’d never have the courage to talk to women like you.”
“To alcohol,” she said quietly, smiling as they clinked glasses and drank. A few minutes later they had their arms on the bar, talking away. Christopher had ordered them both a couple of light beers, which they were sipping as they talked.
“So you’re a biology major, huh?” asked Zena as she sipped her beer. “That’s very impressive — do you want to be a scientist?”
“Yeah,” said Christopher, feeling the pleasant touch of the previous shot beginning to tickle his brain. “I wanna research infectious diseases, and how we can develop vaccines for, uh…for…new strains of…of influenza.”
“Something wrong?” asked Zena, studying him with her dark eyes.
“N-no…no, everything’s fine!” said Christopher. He had paused a little in his words because he had noticed that Zena seemed to be sitting a little higher on her stool. He had straightened himself up, but she had still looked higher…taller…he had glanced down at her legs and feet. Hadn’t they been dangling off the stool just minutes before? Christopher was sure they had. And yet now, the toes of her boots were touching the floor. He shook his head a little — he was just seeing things, that was all. He smiled, feeling the warm bite of the alcohol spreading out over his brain.
“Did you know,” said Zena arching her eyebrow, “that I’ve never been sick before?”
“What — never?” asked Christopher, his normal attention returning to her pretty face.
“Never. Not even once.” She wasn’t bragging; her words merely stated the facts.
“Aww, but surely you’ve at least had a cold before,” said Christopher, noticing that her hands looked a little bigger too. He shut his eyes and opened them again — it was just the alcohol.
“Nope,” she said, chuckling as she shook her head. “Not even a cold.” She looked at Christopher with those deep eyes, and he felt another little twinge in his cock. She was incredibly cute. “My mom says that it’s because of our diet,” she said swirling her finger around in her empty shot glass.
“Wow,” said Christopher, distracted by the lithe movement of her finger. “That’s just…that’s incredible, Zena.”
“How about another shot?” she asked abruptly.
“Uh…o-ok, another one?” asked Christopher, a bit confused. Why was he feeling this way?
“Don’t worry,” said Zena as she got the bartender’s attention, “I’ll pay for this round.”
“What? N-no, no I got it,” said Christopher, not wanting a girl to pay for his drink. But Zena reached out and put her hand on his arm. It certainly wasn’t cold anymore — instead, it felt warm.
“Christopher, I want to,” she said, smiling at him. “I want to buy you a drink.”
“Oh…uh…ok,” he said, not wanting to fight her too hard on it. She ordered two more shots of bourbon, and a moment later they were holding up their glasses to each other once more.
“To cute guys like you, Christopher,” said Zena, winking at him.
“Ha! Well…can’t argue with that,” laughed Christopher, throwing his drink back with Zena.
“So…you…you actually think I’m cute?” asked Christopher a few minutes later during a lull in their conversation about type A influenza.
“Oh yeah,” said Zena, a little red blush coming into her pale white cheeks. “I think you’re just precious.”
Christopher could hardly believe it — no girl had ever been so forthright with him about his attractiveness, let alone a girl as hot as Zena. He didn’t quite know what to think and was momentarily at a loss for words. The whole time Zena just sat there, looking straight into his face with her black eyes, smiling steadily.
“I’m just curious…” said Christopher, feeling more and more affected by the alcohol, “but…but why do you think I’m precious, Zena?” He was suddenly seized with inspiration puffed out his chest playfully, as he said, “because I’ve been told that I look pretty masculine, you know?” He made eye contact with Zena and they both descended into giggles at his antics.
“Oh, you’re definitely masculine,” said Zena, going up and down his body slowly with her eyes. “But you’re sweet…I don’t think you have a violent bone in your body.” Her eyes sparkled at him. “I bet you let the girl get on top sometimes, don’t you?”
“Well,” said Christopher, trying to laugh off the new knowledge that Zena didn’t think he was quite as masculine as he had hoped, “sometimes you gotta let the girl try it on top for a change, you know?”
“It’s sweet that you think so,” said Zena, signaling the bartender for a third round, “most guys are too insecure to admit that kind of stuff.”
“Well…I, uh…see nothing…nothing wrong with…with the girl getting…uh,…on top,” said Christopher, his words once again garbled by his distracted state of mind. There was no denying it now — Zena was definitely bigger. Her feet were now comfortably on the floor as she sat in the barstool, and her head and shoulders rose up higher from her hunched position on the bar. Christopher wasn’t even sure he was taller…or bigger…than her now. And yet her clothes were all the same…same leather jacket, same Nirvana shirt, same skimpy skirt, same torn black pantie hoes…what was going on?
“Christopher,” said Zena, making sure they were making eye contact, “are you suurrree there’s nothing wrong? You just kinda trailed off there."
“Uh yeah, yeah I’m fine,” he said, waving away her question as the shots came. “Let’s just drink these, why don’t we?" They raised their glasses for a third time.
“Well?” said Zena playfully, “it’s your turn — what do we cheers to this time?"
Christopher looked at her, and an uneasy feeling began to grow in his stomach. She knew what was going on…she knew that she was growing, right there in front of him…and she was just playing with him. He looked into her dark eyes and shuddered a bit, feeling something very like fear pass through him.
“Uhh..to growing…” he said, almost to himself.
“What?” asked Zena, cocking her head, “to growing?”
“Up!” said Christopher, “to growing up!”
“Mmmm, I like the sound of that,” said Zena, and they drank their shots.
“Actually, Zena, I did want to ask you something,” said Christopher as they put their glasses back down.
“Oh?” she asked. He looked at her — she had to know what was going on, right? He wasn’t just imagining all this, was he?
“Zena…have you…are you…growing right now?” Christopher knew his question sounded absolutely stupid out loud, but there was no other way to ask what he was thinking.
“Yes!” she said as she looked at him. “So you noticed, then?”
“I…I — yeah, I noticed,” said Christopher, relieved that he hadn’t been imagining it.
“See, this is another reason why I like you,” said Zena warmly, “it usually takes other guys until I’m a good six-foot-five before they say anything.”
Christopher looked at her blankly and was about to open his mouth to ask any host of questions before she put her hand up to stop him. “Shhh, don’t worry,” she said quietly, dropping her voice down a little as she peered into his face. “I won’t drain you like I’ve drained the others.”
“D-drain!?” asked Christopher, his head spinning.
“Yes,” she said, sitting back up straight on the barstool. Christopher looked up and down her body…he would be surprised if he was taller than her now. She seemed to be growing before his eyes. “But that doesn’t mean that I don’t want a taste of you,” she continued, looking down at him from her higher position at the bar. “Why don’t we settle up and get out of here, huh, before I get so big that people start to notice?”
“Uh..o-ok,” said Christopher, not knowing what else to do than what she said. The two of them paid their tabs and stood up to walk out of the bar. Christopher was amazed to see that he was looking directly into the long elegant curve of Zena’s white neck. Her head rose several inches above his — and he was six feet tall!
Seeing his amazement, Zena chuckled softly and took him by the hand, gently leading him out of the bar into the warm summer night. By the time they reached the sidewalk, Zena had grown even more, and Christopher was looking straight forward at her boobs, which had seemed to spring into growth and were now much bigger than any double-D cup.
“H-how…how is this happening?” asked Christopher as they walked down the sidewalk. His hand was in Zena’s warm grasp, and as they walked he could feel his hand slowly rising up, a couple inches a minute, as she grew taller.
“I’m a succubus, Christopher,” said Zena calmly down at him, smiling at his befuddled expression, “and I live off of men like you.”
“L-live…off!?” he said in alarm, noting that she was now over 7 feet tall. He tried to let go of her hand, but she was far too strong for him and simply held his hand fast in hers as they continued to walk.
“Yesss,” she breathed. “Sometimes I even eat them, when they’re not very nice to me,” she said. “But not you, Christopher — not you at all! Like I said, you’re totally sweet and I would never dream of eating you.”
“That’s…that’s good,” he said, feeling his head reeling from all the shots and all of this craziness about being a succubus. He looked up at her fearfully, though. The top of his head did not even come up to her boobs now, and he was staring into her stomach. “B-but, didn’t…didn’t you saw something about…about…tasting me?”
“Yes,” she said, giggling, “but all I want to taste of yours is the cum out of your cock.”
“M-my cum?” he asked, his dick rising in his pants despite the outlandishness of the situation.
“Yes,” she said, squeezing his hand as they continued to walk, with Christopher having to take three steps for every one she took. “I want to rip your pants off and suck on your cute little dick until you can’t hold back and just shoot a big creamy load into my mouth.” She looked down at him and made eyes at him as she smiled, licking her lips. “That’s what sustains me, Christopher. I wanna play with it in my mouth and then swallow it down right into there,” she said, pointing right above his face to her belly.
“Ohh…oh wow,” said Christopher weakly, hardly believing how turned on he felt. Zena looked just as cute, just as ravishing, at 8 feet as she did when she was 5 feet. He suddenly laughed, tossing away any resistance he felt at the craziness of the scenario.
“Well…shit,” he laughed. “I just…Zena…I — I can’t…”
“Shhhh,” she said, giggling as she bent down to put a long finger across his mouth. “You don’t need to say anything more. We’re here.” Christopher looked up and saw that they had come to a giant magnolia tree — it rose up thirty feet above them, its wide branches spread out and dotted with white, sweet-smelling blossoms. Christopher looked up at the tree, and then to Zena, whose legs were now as tall as he was.
“Climb up,” said Zena quietly with a wink, “go on — climb up the tree — I’ll meet you in the middle.” Christopher did as he was told, and he began to scale the tree, taking extra care because of his intoxicated state. But it was a magnolia tree, and the branches were plentiful and solid, and it didn’t take more than a couple minutes before he was about halfway up.
“Uhhh…Zena?” he ventured through the branches. The magnolia’s limbs were so thick and heavy, and so wide, that they formed a hollow kind of tube up from the ground, and once you were inside the tube, behind the branches, you were invisible to anyone who happened to be walking by on the sidewalk.
“Yes?” came her rich voice behind him, startling him momentarily. He turned his body on the branch he was sitting on and gasped as he saw Zena’s huge head rising up just below where he sat. She had to be twelve feet tall now — maybe even more!
“I had to make sure you didn’t fall,” she laughed, “you know, after all those shots you took.”
“But..but you took them too!” said Christopher, puzzled. “How did they not…affect you?”
“Oh but they did, little man,” she said as she reached her huge fingers up to his blue jeans. “How else do you think I can grow like this?”
Christopher sat there a minute in a daze as Zena undid his pants, but he suddenly smiled. “So alcohol makes you grow!” he said excitedly, “and when it goes out of your system you go back to being…the, uh…”
“The little pixie you first saw, yes,” she said smiling, yanking down his pants and freeing his erect cock to the balmy air. “I’m actually proud of myself tonight,” she said, her eyes looking hungrily over Christopher’s cock. “I didn’t get bigger than this — once I let myself go and grew over fifty feet. When that happens I have to go hide myself in the ocean.”
“You…woowwwww,” said Christopher, and he had thrown his head back. Zena had taken his cock in her mouth and was sucking on it insistently, moaning softly into his flesh as her tongue roped around and around his length in her mouth.
“Mmmmm, Christopher,” she mouthed through his dick, “mmmm you’re soooo tassttyyy…give me your cum Christopher…I’m gonna get it from you…mmmmm…I’m gonna make this little cock burst in my mouth and I’m gonna make you shoot it again and again until I have enough cum in my throat to gargle. Mmmmm!!”
Christopher couldn’t hold back longer than half a minute, and he was shooting ropes of cum directly into the succubus’s hungry mouth. He didn’t care that he was out in public — he was safe inside the magnolia — he didn’t care that all of this was totally insane. The way that Zena was sucking on him, moaning, with closed eyes, was nothing short of magical for him. He shot more cum in the next few minutes than he would have believed possible…Zena just seemed to draw it out of him, and when he thought he was empty, she kept sucking for more, finally getting it as he squealed and fired one more time down her eager throat. He fell backwards off the branch, but Zena reached out her hand and caught him easily, depositing him on anther branch.
“Easy there,” she whispered to him. “There, just lay back on the branch, easy does it…that’s right.” Christopher shut his eyes and took several deep breaths as he felt Zena’s huge lips kiss him lovingly on the side of the cheek. A few moments later he opened his eyes.
“Zena?” He looked around. She was nowhere to be seen. “Zena?!” He stood up, holding onto the branch above him as he turned around, searching for her. But she had vanished. He suddenly heard voices on a radio below him, and was aware of flashing blue lights in the road, next to where the tree stood. He grew afraid as he realized that his pants were down to his ankles, and he quickly pulled them back up, buckling his belt.
“Drunk guy in a tree,” said a crackling radio voice at the base of the tree, “see if you can talk him down, ok?”
“Roger that,” said another voice, a cop, as he switched off his radio with a beep. “Sir?” he called up, “hey sir? You need to come down here, ok?”
“Wh-hat!? Whaddya mean?!” called down Christopher, horrified by how drunk he sounded.
“It’s not safe…you drinkin’ and climbin’ trees like that,” said the cop. “We gotta few calls about it, ok? Just…just come down, ok, and we can talk."
Christopher felt stunned. Where had Zena gone?! Had it all been a dream?! He started to descend the magnolia carefully, feeling like he was caught in some kind of confusing nightmare. Right before he got to the tree’s base, however, he felt a little breeze touch the side of his face, and he felt the moisture of Zena’s lingering kiss. He excitedly brought his hand up to touch his cheek and was overjoyed to see the dark smudge of black lipstick on his fingers.
“What’s so funny?" asked the cop as Christopher emerged stumbling from the magnolia tree. “Turn around for me now -- there you go, I wouldn't be laughing if I were you -- you’re under arrest for public intoxication." And the cop cuffed his hands behind his back.
“Ok officer,” said Christopher happily, offering no resistance as he was walked toward to police car. “It was worth it.”
