You first saw her as she was standing in line to get into the con, and even then, her audacity floored you. Sure, a lot of pretty girls like to cosplay characters that let them show off their breasts and butts, but this girl was all but naked as she stood in line, and covered only in what you assumed to be burgundy-red body paint. Her large, plump breasts hung free and unfettered, and her tail swished and flicked in a manner that might have seemed real, if you hadn't known better. Her hair was long and black, and parted only by the small, black horn-nubs that poked up about four inches from her skull, and her eyes were an almost luminous yellow as they darted around hither and thither, drinking in the experience and the people around her with a coy little smile on her face. Once or twice, you even saw her pink tongue lick out over the dusky, red-brown lips, and you thought it was quite spectacular, the way she had gone whole hog on this costume. You didn't recognize the character, unfortunately, but figured it must be from some game or anime you hadn't heard of. Some cosplayers take pride in selecting the most obscure character possible, and then berating others for not knowing who they are. Soon after, however, you spotted another girl cosplaying as an ultra-busty Lara Croft, and you lost sight of the demoness as the line began to move.

You saw her again a few hours later, standing close to a tall, muscular guy cosplaying as Guile from Street Fighter; her hands were gently touching his chest, and you could see the way his smirk was crooked and suggestive that there was something going on between them. You hadn't spotted him before, but figured they were probably a couple. Admittedly, his costume wasn't quite as good as hers - she even walked the convention floor barefoot, and had painted the soles of her feet to complete the look - but that wasn't unnatural; more than likely, he had simply agreed to go to please his hot, nerdy girlfriend, knowing full well it might mean an extra blowjob at the end of the day for his troubles. You shrugged as the well-proportioned girl wrapped her arm around the guy's, and began to walk him away from the crowds towards a dark corner. You still had a lot of stuff to see, and your much-awaited panel was about to go live. Time and Nathan Fillion waits for no man..!

A few hours later, she was there again; this time perched against a merch stall, chatting up a broad, handsome guy in a stylized Marvel t-shirt. You couldn't see the Guile guy anywhere, and perhaps your curiosity began to get piqued when you saw the girl giggle, reach up and pull this new guy into a long, slow kiss. There was something about the way her hands wrapped against his cheeks, and the fierceness of her lips on his that made you stare for far longer than you really ought to, and you still hadn't quite recovered when you watched her take his hand and begin to drag him away, deeper into the convention center. It seemed a strange behavior, especially since it began to dawn on you that you had not once seen her even glance at the stalls, the merchandise or any of the other cosplayers. She only looked at the men. The handsome ones. It was... strange.

But who were you to judge a woman for her proclivities? Even if she was a bit of a slut, it was no skin off your back, and you eventually found yourself back at the heart of the con, browsing wares and chatting with people you had never met and would never meet again, bonding over the sheer pleasure of the nerdy stuff all around you. Soon enough, the promiscuous antics of the demon-girl had faded from your memory. Just two stalls over, there was a line for a popular tumblr artist doing paid commissions, and you had been meaning to get a drawing of your D&D character for a while now. Your attention became focused, and the girl slid out of your mind.

It was past dark when you began to walk back to your hotel, and you feel the pleasant exhaustion of a day well spent buzzing through you as you made for the convention center's exit. You were just about to step over the threshold when a hand came out and stopped you, slender fingers grabbing your bicep and arresting your movement. You turned to look, and felt a tingle of excitement run through your belly. It was her. The demon-girl. Still perfectly made up, and smiling a smile that was equal parts flirtatious and dangerous.

"You've been watching me, haven't you?" Her voice was soft, husky, and with a strange burr that you couldn't quite place. You shrugged, but your cheeks were beginning to blush.

"Not really. Just... well, your costume's really cool. What is it, Diablo?"

She blinked, and then smiled. "Oh, no, I wouldn't be quite that bold. But thank you. It's always nice to be appreciated."

Her hand was still on your bicep, and you could feel the warmth of her fingers through your shirt as she held you. Oddly, despite the fact that she was quite thoroughly violating your personal space, you didn't seem to mind. Her hand on your arm seemed like the most natural thing in the world.

"You're cute," she said, and took a half step forward, and this close you couldn't help but notice that whatever body paint she had used, it wasn't quite covering her nipples, which seemed to be standing out more prominently now that she was right next to you; small, black nubs that looked eminently suckable. You swallowed hard.

"Thanks..? I, uh, was just heading back to my hotel, actually..."

Perhaps you had intended for it to ward her off, but she just smiled and nodded, and squeezed your arm a little tighter. "Sounds good. Mind if I walk with you?"

It was a strange question, because in that moment, you truly wasn't sure if you did mind, but your mouth was acting without your mind's consent, and simply told her: "Sure." Such that you found yourself exiting the convention center with her arm around yours mere moments later, and her bare feet tap-tap-tapping over the asphalt as you began to walk the three blocks south.

Walking with her was like a daze; you could feel every moment as it passed, but looking back, it seemed as if you were at the con one moment, and in the hotel elevator the next, your finger hitting the button for the fourth floor just before her hands gripped you and spun you around to face her. It felt like swimming, as if your mind was a treacle mire of half-congealed thoughts, and as she reached up and placed her hands around your face, you could see the flickering fire in her eyes for the briefest of moments, and then--

--her lips meet yours and you are somewhere else, a hand wrapped around black locks of hair as her horns bob and pump before you. The sensation of warm, wet heat around the girth of your cock, and a glance down to watch the demoness swallow your entire cock to the base, and trailing spit in long ropes as she pulls back to glance up at you with a smirk. Her tongue darts out, impossibly long and flexible, and it wraps around your cock and smothers it in saliva, until it is dripping down over your swollen, cum-heavy balls and forming a puddle on the floor. Your body feels different, and your cock looks different, but the pleasure that pounds through you as she swallows you again is all too real, and you throw your head back and moan in a voice that isn't yours, while the green tank top straining across your toned chest rises and falls with every labored breath. Her red skin is unnaturally warm against you, and as she grinds her nose into your pelvis you can feel her throat rippling, rippling and swallowing you down, a swirling, undulating massage that pushes you harder and harder towards the edge, and your hand in her hair grips her harder as you slam your hips against her mouth again and again and again, fucking her throat, breeding it, pumping your warm cum straight into the hungry stomach of this insatiable woman...

--and she pulled away, and smiled a cryptic smile, and you could see her nipples were small and hard now, and definitely not covered by any paint, nor were her tiny smattering of darker freckles across her cheeks, but you had no time to reach out and touch her before the elevator doors opened, and she was dragging you down the hall towards your room. Your fingers fumbling for the key card, the door clicking open, her giggling voice as she asked you if you were staying alone or with a friend. And your head spinning as you looked at her as if for the first time, in the dim light of your hotel room, and her nakedness suddenly becoming all too apparent to you, the way the dimple of her navel seemed to draw the eye down to the small triangle of smooth, bare flesh between her legs, and her horns thumping gently against your skull as she leaned up and drew you into another kiss, this time letting her tongue flick out and push between your lips to taste you, and her own taste overwhelming your senses as you leaned down and--

--groan with the ecstasy of pleasure, her body soft and pliable around your rock-hard cock, and the sensation of her wet pussy parting for you as you pump into her, both hands on her hips to pull the girl harder onto you and drive yourself deeper inside. The sight of her tail flicking back and forth as you fuck her, each thrust sending your hips smacking into her raised ass to make the sound ring out through the McDonalds bathroom you are in, and her eyes burning with a lusty fire as she smiles as you in the mirror and pushes herself back towads you, an open invitation to take her harder. You are almost painfully horny, and you can feel the way her pussy is drooling wet for you, its moisture soaking your skin as you pound her harder than you've ever fucked a woman before, so hard that your fingers are digging into her flanks like claws, and causing the roiling need inside you to bubble up through your aching cock until it pours like molten lust into her body, a release more potent than any before or since. The sensation of your cum being practically forced out of your cock, while she looks back at you and grins, and mouths the words: "Cum for me..."

-- until you broke away and gasped, your cock hard and aching with need from the visions. She was licking her lips now, and giggling happily as she toyed with your belt. Even with your mind reeling from the revelation of her true nature, your body yearned for hers, and your cock was practically bursting through your jeans as she fell to her knees before you, mouth open and tongue sticking out like the most luxurious red carpet for you to enjoy. Your hands were already working frantically to pull down your pants and grab her head, and so eager that you barely even bothered to pull your jeans all the way off before you stepped in and slid your cock into her mouth, with a deep moan erupting from your lips as you felt the sensation of her lips engulfing you. It was unlike any previous pleasure, just the simple, single-minded bliss of grabbing and pulling and taking and fucking, and feeling your balls smush against her chin as you bottomed out between her lips. Your fingers found her horns, and a shiver ran down your spine as you felt her yield, felt her sit back and submit her head to your need. Whatever you had imagined would happen here, whatever you had dreamed of, it hardly even matched the tip of the iceberg that was this girl and her impossibly talented throat. You drew your cock back, until only the tip was resting between her legs, and then speared forward, sliding hard into her throat and feeling it mold around you like the perfect, most welcoming pussy in the world. Again. And again. And again. And again. And again....

There's a succubus at comic-con. She likes to find cute guys, seduce them with a little bit of magic, and then drag them off to the nearest secluded corner to suck them dry and let them fuck her senseless - anything to get that precious cum she craves so much.

Are you a cosplaying veteran of the convention circuit? A secretly well-hung nerd on the prowl for easy pussy? Just a random, happy bystander getting swept up in her hunger? Hell, groups are more than welcome, too; pitch me a scenario wherein my succubus gets to be the centerpiece in a massive gang bang/bukkake, and I am a happy girl. Just try to be creative, literate and capable of holding your own for a few paragraphs at a time. You've seen my style. Let it inform your response. ♥

As always, you can read about my kinks and such here

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