My adopted monster girl sister is a Succubus. Part 2

Anon was staring at his phone.

 

Also sulking. It sucked to admit it to himself because he was pretty sure that sulking was something losers did. There really was no other way to view a guy sitting alone in the school gym storage room 40 minutes after classes ended.

 

Considering his situation, it would seem pretty stupid to be anywhere alone. But than it was proven time and time again that company of other people did not bring safety. That was probably one of those silver lining things to this whole thing - a lesson that he had to internalize well over the last few months.

 

Until Aviel showed up in his life, he was self-conscious and tended to avoid people. Around others he could never relax, constantly worrying about how he looked, worrying about what impression he was making, what the girls thought of him, if anything. Also constantly suspecting that people were talking about him...

 

That was stupid.

He knew that now. People have their own problems and just like him everyone is focused on themselves and his own life. That was the lesson Aviel taught him every time she managed to isolate and do what she did to him in public.

 

Today's iteration was particularly impactful. Not because she did anything out of the ordinary - in fact for her, this was practically as tame as it got. No the big deal was that she took away what he thought to have been his last place of safety.

 

The public library.

 

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Reading, for him, was the next best thing to computer games - and unlike his home computer, books could be brought to school. Public library was probably his most familiar haunt... Actually scratch that - if he was to be honest with himself it was actually the only place outside school and home that he visited willingly. So when school has become a danger zone due to his crazy sister, it seemed to him an obvious place of safety.

 

Generally school hours were probably one of the easiest for him these days. Aviel was obviously quite smart (more than him if he was to being honest) and determined to maintain academic perfection - which very much limited how much time she was able to devote to hunting him.  Even someone as supernaturally gifted as her couldn't be two places at once and one could hardly be everyone's favorite student without maintaining near perfect attendance.

 

This meant he really only had to avoid her during the lunch period. 80 minutes wasn't that hard to stay un-raped inside a crowded school. He could manage it - problem was she was still winning.

 

Before she showed up, lunch period was his main relaxation time during school hours. Now he had to spend it stalking groups of popular students (did not help his reputation) and generally remain in places he hated most - where said students hung out. Getting to keep his sperm a bit longer was a pyrrhic victory, aware as he was that he was still  stuck spending his free time dealing with her, meanwhile she was free to do whatever she wanted. It wasn't fair.

 

Public library quickly occurred to him as the obvious solution. His only daily challenge was to get out of school without her tracking him - which turned out to be pretty easy considering how popular she was. When that bell rang, there were usually several girls wanting her time, while he was free to move out immediately. Five minutes of running and he was safe again before he even worked up a sweat - library wasn't crowded during this time, but there were people there and he was in view. He always timed his trip back to be just a bit late. It pissed of the teachers, but it also made sure that if she tried to ambush him on his way back, she would be late as well. He counted on Miss Perfect to decline such an exchange.

 

That lasted over a month. A month during which he become accustomed to this one last bit of security. He picked out the perfect spot for himself, spending half of his first visit on deciding on his position. He chose a large table on the second floor which was set up as a study area and overlooked the rest of the library. Time of day being just past noon it was almost always empty except for him. From that table he had an unobstructed view of the library's only entrance, the attendant station with the metal turnstiles on both entry and exit scanners and though the bottom of the stairs was out of his eye line, on the second floor they came out right in front of him.

 

Library had few visitors at this time and between the heavy entrance doors opening, the empty entrance hall, the slightly squeaky turnstile he always had plenty of time to investigate every visitor before they even made anywhere near the bottom of the stairs.

 

Which was why he was stunned with surprise when a movement on the stairs caused him to raise his eyes from the page, only to find Aviel studying him intently, comfortably sitting on the chair across from him. He could swear that the spot was just empty. In fact the chair was definitely pulled in just now.

 

His mouth opened - he wasn't actually sure what he was going say yet, but her voice interrupted him before he made a sound.

 

"Stop".

 

As always she was looking perfectly calm and this time quiet serious. The one word carried a threat.

 

"You look like someone who is about to make a scene. That would be a very misguided choice for a young man in your precarious position.", she finished with a smile that he hated seeing. It was her smile of assured victory and he was getting really fucking tired of seeing it.

 

His plan was always to bolt downstairs into sight of the library attendant the second he spotted her. He was supposed to be down the stairs long before she even got past the turnstile. Past experience told him that hesitation lead to inevitable defeat.... but it also taught him that Aviel never bluffed.

 

He focused on her nose and relaxed his body, in preparation to bolt.

 

In a sharp whisper he asked "What are doing here?"

 

"Dexterity practice.", she whispered back like they were playing a game.

 

Seeing that he expected more she continued, "Having a prehensile tail doesn't mean using it well, you know. Takes a lot of practice... Now please don't do what I think you are about to do. I don't think I could untangle it fast enough and I am afraid my favorite bits of you, might get seriously injured."

 

It took effort to force his eyes to remain focused on her nose as he processed that. Just as he realized what she was referring to he felt a tug on his penis and ball sack.

 

That was the exact moment when he became aware of several things that he his been missing. Foremost amongst them was that he wasn't sitting right. His feet where together, and knees were spread wide apart. Which felt weird and breezy considering that he seemed to be naked from the waist down. His butt was resting on what felt like his sweater - which he was wearing a second ago, and his feet were tangled by his pulled down pants and underwear.

 

He tried to lean back and found his chair pressed him too close to the table to do so - another change. He slouched a bit while sucking in his stomach, allowing a line of sight at his genitals - as expected her tail was looped around the base of his cock, with two more loops going around each of his testicles in an uncomfortable tightness. About 3 hand-spans of the tail end remained free past the knots. The tapering, pointy end of it curled into a little 'Q' shape and gave him a little wave.

 

It was than that he heard a quiet gaggle of female voices from the floor below and realized his mistake.

 

A month of safety. That was it. He thought he was safe and he relaxed. Just a bit.

 

A short while ago he heard the heavy doors open and glanced up from his book - there was a trio of girls that was coming in. In half a second his eyes confirmed that none of them was his sister and immediately returned to the scene of epic battle he was in the middle of reading.

 

He took his eyes from the door before it closed. She must have been just outside, and moved into the doorway after he already looked down - the door was already open and his mind already vetted the movement there as safe. If only he kept watching just a bit longer...

 

But that was always how she seemed to get her way - every time it looked like things worked out exactly in her favor. Consciously he knew that wasn't it. No one was that lucky. She probably had a way to look in and see when his attention was in the book - maybe she had a spell that let him see inside the library from outside. Or maybe she put a camera somewhere inside - he wouldn't have put it past her.

 

He realized what must have happened afterward - corner of his eye glimpsed movement on top of stairs. But her found her already sitting in front of him. That was his final mistake and once again it was his stupid, half-assed planning. He was so proud of the spot that let him observe the entire approach from the door to his position that he forget what he would see first of anyone coming up the stairs. Their head.

 

She must have been coming up already looking toward him - when he glanced up he made direct eye contact. And that was that. Relaxed as he was, with his guard down and with his attention still focused on what he was reading, he had no chance.

 

After that she had all the time in the world to make him strip and sit down in this position afterwards. Hell she could have done anything to him. He had no way to know how much time he was missing.

 

A firm squeeze on his right testicle interrupted his realization. He felt the loop tighten, the other quickly joining. Almost immediately it passed the point of pleasant pressure, through the threshold of uncomfortable threat and well into painful territory just as he saw her arms flash up.

 

In a sudden panic, his hands moved to clutch at himself and banged against the armrests of his chair and his knees joined together, even as his eyes reacted to the speedy movement - it was a quiet clap. Her hands meeting the other right in front of her face, stopping just short enough so as not to make a sound. As his eyes tracked the movement, before he realized it, he was looking straight into her eyes.

 

"Stop.", she said again. And both of them froze. He realized his balls were no longer being squeezed, the pain from her sudden tug still resonating through him. He wasn't hypnotized, just something inside seemed to agree that right now it was a really good idea to do as she said.

 

"I propose a bet. I wager that I can run out of here screaming 'pervert' and all those people downstairs will not even notice 'what' I am as I rush out. I also bet that when they rush upstairs to investigate, they will find you sitting here just as you are now, obviously masturbating with your very...hard...cock.", the last three words were underscored with pulsing squeezes of her tail end that wrapped around his length as she was speaking. He distinctly felt the tip press into the underside of the head just as he realized that he really was completely erect.

 

She continued in a light, quiet tone - "To go one step further, I also bet that when all is said and done by day's end, everyone will think you are a nerdy pervert who masturbates in the public library. Depending on how foolishly you try to defend yourself, they may even think that you are an ass who tries to stereotype his poor sister, whose presence at school at the time will be confirmed by several of her girlfriends."

 

She paused as she kept the stare.

 

"If you wish to take this wager, try to open your mouth or make a sudden movement."

 

She stopped talking and waited.

 

He processed what he just heard. In the back of his mind he recalled all the times he prepared for the next confrontation. He swore to himself that the next time he got a slimmer of a chance he would take it - no hesitation, just scream, fight, make a scene. She was a succubus - if he could catch her in a compromising position, they would have to believe him, right?

 

He tried to recall that resolve. 'I am a coward' he realized. It wasn't resolve that was flooding his mind. It was thoughts of failure. He imagined what he would have to do...

 

First... break eye contact. That was step one - if that failed she would just hypnotize him again and do anything she cared to, including carrying out her threat of leaving him to sit here, dick in hand waiting to be found. That seemed like a sucker's bet considering she just released him from hypnosis a minute ago - but than he was ready and alert now. He was able to fight it off a few times before - he only needed to do it long enough to wrench his eyes away. Eyes are quick. Unfortunately sometimes, so was her hypnosis.

 

Wouldn't be the end of it though. Than he would need to grab her tail. That was absolutely necessary - if he didn't she would still run and he was absolutely sure that good as she was for passing as normal, the library attendants and any visitors will only remember a hysteric normal girl rushing out. There is no way he will be able to dress himself fast enough before one of them takes the few steps up the stairs it will take for them to see his lower half. Even without hypnosis it would still play out as she predicted.

 

She was wicked fast... normally, he wouldn't bet on being able to grab any part of her unless she let him. Right now she was also pretty entangled. In fact he never saw her tail that tied up. Also he noticed that she wasn't sitting as comfortably as he first assumed - she was hunched quite a bit. He knew that her tail could stretch unnaturaly far seemingly to increase in length as needed, but apparently it had limits. It didn't follow the rules of any 'normal' limbs, but he would bet that like any other limb, stretching it to the limit made precise operation more difficult. Maybe she wouldn't be able to untangle herself fast enough?

 

 He couldn't be sure - whatever she said about dexterity training, he didn't think her tail needed anymore. His face went red as he remembered last weekend when she trapped him in the basement den. She mostly used her tail then, other limbs busy restraining and stripping him - and at the time he wasn't in position to see much, being busy struggling for air in her arm lock and nearly suffocating in shame with his nose buried in her side and breast as she first spanked his bare bottom and than pegged him with that tail.

 

In the aftermath he wasn't really all that keen on re-examining the humiliating experience and evaluating exactly how dexterously that tail performed, but now his train of thought made those memories come back vividly into his mind.

 

As if guessing his thoughts, she smiled at him and he flinched as he felt the thin tip of the tail gently slipping under his foreskin and very deliberately doing a nearly full circle around the head of his penis. The movement seemed to send electric shocks through him, which combined with the unwanted memories seemed to pass through his entire body and end directly at his anus, which involuntarily clenched. He tried to push away the embarrassment that seemed to be stoked only further by her eyes that appeared to be reading him like a book.

 

He wasn't liking his chances for step two either.

 

Even if he succeeded in trapping her, that still left him pantless with his balls at her mercy - they still hurt a bit from her squeeze and that thought seemed to make the pain pulse a bit worse. Logically it would be stupid of her to hurt him - such an injury would automatically make him the victim in the aftermath. 'You are considering shattering the illusion of identity she spent months building up. If you succeed, what does she have to lose?', A part of his mind argued against him. He wondered if that thought might have originated from his scrotum.

 

Finally even if she didn't crush his balls, what than?

 

He imagined the investigation. His parents brought in. His school consulted. His peers.

 

She was a succubus. That was the only thing that gave him a chance. He knew that because he was absolutely sure that otherwise, no one would believe him if it was his word against hers. She was popular, universally beloved and respected. In contrast to her, he was a weird loner. His parents already treat her more as an adult than they ever behaved with him. Half his teachers probably don't know his name and he couldn't remember the last time he talked to a classmate outside of assigned school work. And all he got on his side was using her species' reputation against her.

 

Shit.

 

"Well then...", the tone of her voice told him she guessed his decision almost before he made it. He wondered if she really knew him better than he did himself or if was something more mundane like a tell in his body language.

 

"How about another bet...", she straightened just a bit and he felt another light tug on his ball sack.

 

"Three minutes... You won't be able to endure my tail without cumming even three minutes."

 

A light but insistent pulsing on his cock marked the start as the free end of her tail looped into several coils from the base to the underside of the head.

 

The sensation made him shudder - not from the physical feeling of the massage his genitals were receiving but because his brain linked that moment to the end of her first challenge. All his resolutions and mental preparations were for naught. He had a moment where he could have taken the risk and once again he sat still and let her have her way. Over and over again this kept happening - every time it seemed like this is the time when he has a chance to stand up for himself. And than every time he hesitated, analyzed, considered and realized he would almost certainly lose. And than every time he hated himself a little bit more for it.

 

His breath wheezed out of him and an alarm went of in his brain screaming that there was only one way to make this worse and that was to start crying in front of her. He felt a burning in his eyes that was a most unwelcome reminder that he really needed to get ahold of himself.

 

She reached out both arms across the table, stretching uncomfortably to come almost lying down on it as she rested her hands across his own, still holding on to the edge of table. Gently she encircled his wrists and that touch brought him out of his mind and focused on her eyes. He was betting she wouldn't bother with hypnosis at this point.

 

"Anon...", she looked very serious and he never before heard her, or anyone really, speak his name so softly. Come to think of it, that was actually the first time she addressed him by name that he could remember. He waited for her to continue as she slowly pulled his hands to the middle of the table until both of them seemed to mirror the other, sitting slightly slouched forward. It seemed pointless to physically resist at this point.

 

"You always focus on entirely the wrong truth."

 

He stared at her.

 

His mind marked this as the first instance of his adopted sister saying anything to him in private that might fit the definition of an actual attempted conversation. It was surreal - as if this table separated two different worlds. Above his sister was holding his hands like... well he didn't know what the hell this was like. A normal person trying to comfort another via gentle touch and bullshit riddles?

 

Meanwhile below the pumping continued with machine-like constancy. A single identifiable wave of pressure that started with his testicles, just short of being unpleasant, than to become more intense is it rolled up through unmoving but tensing coils of her tail to the very tip of his penis, gentling as it reached his head and then rolling back down starting with the thin tip of the tail that was the only part to actually move slightly inside his foreskin as it caressed the sensitive glans underneath. Up and down, the wave never changed pace.

 

He stared back into her eyes. It occurred to him that maybe she wasn't messing with him. Maybe for Aviel, this was considered something like a moment of sincerity. He wondered what his face looked like to have prompted this. Did she see that he was on the verge of a full freak out and was merely changing tack to keep her stupid game going, or was she actually trying to say something in her own wierd way.

 

"You are insane...", he trailed off. He didn't really mean to voice that thought. But he didn't regret it either. Just wasn't sure what else there was to say right now.

 

The words hung there for what seemed like an eternity as she stayed unmoving. He somewhat began to expect her to blow up at him though her face remained serious, searching even - this was the first time he directly insulted her. Her tail continued to work seemingly independent from the rest of her. Her expression changed and it seemed like she was about to reply something but than changed her mind at the last moment. Visibly refocusing herself she finally spoke in the same soft and calm manner.

 

"Do you remember that evening last Saturday, Anon?"

 

He exhaled, surprised and embarrassed all over again by her question. He remembered it just now as he was deciding on what to do. Quiet vividly. He remained silent, waiting to see where she was taking this. His breaths were coming a bit heavier as somehow their conversation with its frequent pauses did next to nothing to distract him from the sensations coming from his groin. In fact it seemed to accent them instead, since everything he saw of her above the table did not even hint at what she was doing to him under it. That visual discreptancy prompted his mind to begin to conjure images of some other girl hidden under this table giving him a secret, intense hand job while he was conversing with his sister.

 

"First there was the staring...." she continued softly, slightly stretching the words.

 

He had already beat himself up over that quite a few time. Despite trying to get into the habit of staying alert he has found it impossible to maintain vigilance every waking minute - thus once again he found himself stunned in surprise when on his way back from their basement storage room he found Aviel standing entirely nude in the middle of the carpeted den, blocking his only way upstairs. Neither his frequent 'sudden' sexual experiences of the past few months nor the previous years of dedicated collection of porn (Anon was an early starter) has really prepared him for finding such perfect, sudden and casual nudity within hands reach. For a long second while the higher brain functions were busy panicking with questions like 'how?', 'when?', 'again?', the rest of him was overwhelmed as every sense in his body reacted at speeds only a teenager can with visceral need for her body. His eyes gorged on the perfect balance of litheness and feminine curves, the long unblemished expanses of soft skin, the legs which somehow seemed so much longer than when she was clothed and her perfect breasts that looked just a bit larger than his handful. His own skin seemed to be able to detect her body heat despite the stretch of empty air between them and his nose was detecting something that his brain has learned to associate with fear and pleasure. This was probably the first time she has allowed him an entire long second of unmolested observation of her naked body, and the only productive thing he managed to do with that time was avoid choking on his own saliva.

 

"Followed by your clumsy flailing...", her small smile did nothing to hide how unimpressive she had found his resistance.

 

He knew that he sucked in that regard and spent more than enough time reliving encounters with her, wishing he could have been just a bit faster or even just more sensible during the physical confrontations. Still, having it pointed out so directly by her launched yet another twinge of shame inside him.

 

It's not that Anon was particularly feeble - he didn't do sports but between chores and school gym class he was about average for his age. The problem was that he was just shit at fighting in general - he has never been in a real fight in his life. On top of that, hitting girls was just not in him. Several times during his reminiscing he imagined what it would be like to really fight back in an all out effort - what if he just punched her right in the face... But even as he imagined doing so the accompanying emotion of self-disgust told him that wasn't an option for him - he didn't think he could ever build up enough hate at any girl, even Aviel, to directly hurt her like that.

 

With embarrassment he remembered that besides the more 'noble' sensibilities, the biggest factor in his ineffectiveness during that particular encounter was still her nudity. Even as she moved, most of his brain was still busy admiring her naked body in motion, the swing of her breasts and beautiful way her legs and hips rolled and stretched as she stepped in. In the end the only resistance the rest of his brain managed to come up with was trying to push her away, only to find her inside his reach with his arms pushed aside. In a heartbeat she was almost pressed against him and he still couldn't focus on actually defending himself. Right up until the sudden twist of her body sent an alarm through him telling him that in this position, one of those beautiful naked thighs was coming up to smash his nuts in. Even that worked only partially. With an embarrassing gasp he only managed to lift himself up on his toes in an attempt to minimize incoming damage - which turned out to be exactly what she wanted. Her knee slowed down just in time and instead of an all out smash, her thigh merely firmly nestled his balls on the firm muscle and firmly pressed upward encouraging him to try to lift himself even more, robbing him of the last of his balance even as her arms took hold on his shoulder and hip.

 

Than he was lying on the floor.

 

Their eyes were still locked and he knew it was pointless to even try to hide how her reminiscing was affecting him. Her hands no longer held his on the table but instead glided in slow caresses across his own from wrist to finger as he found himself almost pressing his palms into the table as if he was instinctively trying to hold on to it. This was probably because the pumping on his cock and testes seemed to have gradually and unnoticed by him, grown in intensity - the strength of the squeezing and the sensation on his genitals now felt so powerful, he found himself surprised he wasn't being rocked in his chair. He felt that his pre-cum now coated his whole member and it seemed like the coils now shifted in place just a bit in tandem with the rolling wave of pressure. Yet nothing in her body language gave the slightest hint that she had anything to do with what was happening to him under the table. He found himself desperately wanting to double check that it was indeed still her that was doing this to him. The sideline fantasy of there being another girl under there pleasuring him as they spoke kept flashing into his consciousness.

 

"Than came the unwrapping,", her voice was now almost a whisper, yet carried an increasing edge of intensity as she continued prompting detail after detail to flood back into his mind.

 

Her flipping him briefly stunned him even though he did land relatively softly on the thick carpet and in the brief instant while he got back to his senses, he felt a powerful tug on the waistband of his pants and underwear that actually lifted his waist off the floor. In a smooth motion she quickly glided his bottoms over the curve of his buttocks and it was the sudden shock of feeling carpet directly on his naked butt that prompted him to start struggling in full. For a moment it seemed like his first surge to push her off and get back up was successful, only to quickly discover that she allowed this fleeting freedom because in lifting his torso he gave her access to his shirt. While his own hands were busy sinking into her flesh as they pushed at her - and slipping away as she twisted into them, her own got a grasp on his shirt. In a practiced move that she has already pulled on him a few times, she quickly tugged his shirt over his head, and with a twist turned it into a makeshift tie that began impeding his arms as she twisted it more and more. His gasps and panting seemed to reverberate off the den's walls, merging with her own breathing, sometimes punctuated by slight whines and groans from intensity of his efforts. The sudden shock of heat as her soft skin pressed along his now naked torso came with the self-pitying realizing that this fight was already lost. Once again he hesitated and though he struggled still, she was tightening his shirt around his elbows, his arms getting securely trapped behind him.

 

He still lasted several minutes afterward, making the most of his legs as she had to constantly switch attention between keeping his arms trapped and trying to lower his pants further down - but in the end that too ended as he found himself pressed down into the soft carpet on his side and stomach with one of her hands cradling his head into her breast and the other securely holding both his arms tied behind him. His waist was on top of one of her bent legs, cushioned by both her thigh and calf with his genitals pressed in between. He heard her victorious puff and her warm breath washed over his neck accompanied by the feeling of the waistband of his pants and underwear slipping over his knees. His legs were now partially trapped together as well and both of them rested for a second as the fight ended.

 

"And of course the punishment for your resistance and disobedience...", though speaking in a matter-of-fact tone, the words has a guttural sound to them as her smile took on a decidedly predatory look.

 

He was tense as a coiled spring by now as his memory flood was continuing with little need from her prompting. He has never been spanked before, nor has anything like that ever entered into his sexual fantasies and he well remembered his moment of panic when he first felt that sting on his buttock. He had felt both of her arms at the time and for a split second he feared that someone else was in the room. He desperately did not want anyone else to see him like that. The panic made him struggle anew and it was only as the second lashing strike landed that he realized it must be her tail and the full picture that he was lying naked on his younger step sister's bent leg while she was actually spanking him, sank in. The strikes were not strong and the pain was minimal, but the sheer sense of embarrassment that accompanied them, drove him to resume his struggling with every bit of strength left in his body. He felt her arms tighten on him, her entire body hugging him even more securely as she rode his futile spasms. The stings that kept unerringly falling on his buttocks despite his desperate twisting seemed to enhance his sense of touch tenfold. He became acutely aware that her other leg on top of him clasped the back of his thighs, his hipbone was rubbing her between her legs and his own penis was hard as it rubbed and pressed into her leg underneath him. Both of them were warmed up from their efforts, but her body in particular radiated heat that seemed to pierce his skin and wake every nerve in his body.

 

He remembered how futile that struggle felt and yet how he couldn't stop trying to get away because the alternative was to just lie there and take it. He feared that if he did that he might start crying from frustration. He didn't even want to cry really, if anything he just felt angry at himself for being so pathetic - but the fear was there. Fear that if he didn't keep channeling that anger into physical straining, useless as it was, it would come out as tears instead.

 

He couldn't tell how long it went on. At some point he heard a sound of the house's outer door locking and remembered that his parents were getting ready to go out tonight. She attacked him when they were still preparing, as usual when he least expected it. Now they have gone and left for the evening. He was alone with her. The one good thing about that was that his biggest fear - that his mom or dad would need something in the basement and find him in this humiliating position, dissolved with the sound of that lock. With that change he suddenly realized that his last strength was expended. Ineffectual as his twists and arrested lunges were they still strained his muscles to their limits and those muscles were now telling him there was nothing left. It seemed like to even tense a bit now required an inhuman effort. His bottom and top of his thighs felt raw. It wasn't even pain - more like the skin there felt hotter than any part of him has ever felt. She stopped when she felt his body slump in her embracing hold and for the first time he noticed that her breathing was almost as heavy as his. He felt wetness on his hip and was still acutely aware of her pussy lips mashed against his hip and his own penis, now hard as it has ever been, was now securely trapped in a hot sheath of flesh between her thigh and calf.

 

"You struggled so long that time.... longer than you have ever tried before.", he felt himself somehow disjoined from what was happening to him under the table. Disjoined but still so very aware - that awareness though kept a back seat to the remembered sensations that she seemed to pull to the forefront of his thoughts with her words. Her voice now seemed a running commentary to the entire experience replaying in his mind on it's accord.

 

Tired as he was then, still he tensed as he felt her tail again make contact with his upper thigh once again, his body preparing to feel the accompanying sting. This time it was not a strike but a light caress, so gentle it would have been tickling if the skin was not aggravated by persistent abuse. As it was, it felt soothing on his skin and where it touched the feeling of burning heat lessened. He felt her embracing hold on him tighten with his own reaction. His breathing still came heavy and though he was not crying, he was sure there was a hysteric note to the sound of his breath that he couldn't quite suppress. He felt the thin tip of her tail draw slow, soothing patterns on his bottom and the hyper-sensitivity of that recently abused part of his body captures almost all of his mind's focus on tracking the physical sensation of that movement.

 

One of those brushes took the end deeper inside the cleft of his buttocks and he jolted in place as the fleeting contact with his sensitive taint immediately caused his mind made to make an instinctive connection with the possible target. He heard himself emit a low pathetic whine that escaped with his next breath and immediately felt the gentle touch of her fingers on the back of his head. The same hand that was holding his head in place during his struggling, was now stroking his hair and neck. The tail continued on its erratic patterns which nevertheless kept taking it closer and closer to his anus, and it his entire consciousness focused on that sensation, fear of what was coming shocking him into tense stillness. Again and again it teased and tickled, spreading his buttocks as needed to reach ever more sensitive spots. The tailbone, the upper thigh, the back of his testicles, almost but not quite the anus itself... He felt himself clench as the seemingly random teasing brought an avalanche of phantom sensation that his mind expected to feel at any moment. Sudden awareness of her voice that whispered some illegible words or perhaps just soothing sounds and realized that her body still relatively tensed around his own now seemed to hug him rather than just hold him in place. He still felt exhausted after this recent intense struggling and any thought of trying to seriously disentangle himself died before it even fully formed.

 

Meanwhile the tail's movement became more and more guided, its touch getting heavier and pressing harder as it weaved its patterns. Suddenly felt the tip push harder, threading the space between his thighs and coming back up again as a firm coil went around his ball sack. Slowly but surely she pulled his testicles up into the space between his thighs forcing him to slightly spread his legs to avoid painfully squeezing his own balls and that same pull stretched the skin on his penis far enough to lower his foreskin a bit. Trapped as it was between in the bend of her leg on which his waist rested, he realized her skin there was already wetted with his pre-cum. Her upper leg squeezed his own legs a bit in response to his movement and her soothing whispers and caresses worked their mundane relaxing magic. His awareness of what she was doing did nothing to reduce the effectiveness of that simple gentle touch and soft whisper.

 

He felt the coil on his testicles move and it seemed like her tail was an impossible long snake that just kept slithering endlessly through that loop, jostling his balls in place in a firm massage. She began a small rhythmic tugging on his testicles that made him hunch his hips in tandem to alleviate the slightly uncomfortable stretching of the skin and his mind frantically wondered where the rest of that length that he felt extend past the holding coil went. He heard her breath out a slow controlled breath and tiny soft moan tried to get through as she resumed her soothing whispers. Than the end of the tail was back on his backside. Another circle forced itself between his buttocks, spreading them above his anus and making him feel even more vulnerable as he realized his ass cheeks were now wedged open. Her tail tip was now focused on circling his puckered muscle in that same gradual movement that his body now interpreted as persistent pressure of a warm finger which he realized was quite wet. Belatedly he understood that the slight pause was probably her pumping her tail inside herself to lubricate it and he tried to remember if he felt any movement on his hip during those moments. That line of thinking was his last distraction that was suddenly interrupted as her tail finally began entering. All his thoughts stopped as his brain focused entirely on the feeling of his anus being slowly stretched. His teeth clenched to the point of pain and reflexively he tried to clench his asshole as well but the tip was too thin and slippery for that to have any effect - probably for the best as it might have been painful otherwise.

 

"Thank you.", she suddenly flashed a quick smile at him briefly interrupting his recollection.

 

He looked back at her in confusion.

 

She shrugged slightly, "It bugged me a bit. That I missed that look on your face then. This one made up for it."

 

He kept staring at her as tried to understand if she was being serious or was she just so good at keeping a solemn face as she teased. He kept trying to think of something to say, but even now he couldn't quite think of anything appropriate. Too much of his mind was focused on the firm coils working his cock. That same wave or pressure kept rolling back and forth from testicles up to the very tip where the thinnest part of that same tail made firm slow strokes of soft pressure around the gland, stimulating both the foreskin from inside and the sensitive head it covered.

 

Her sitting here and talking about how she raped him was almost more embarrassing than the experience itself. When nothing was said it was easy to pretend it wasn't quite real.  A part of him wanted to curse at her for toying with him like this but his parents always taught him that cursing was a sign of weakness - something frustrated people resorted to when they couldn't think of anything productive to say or do. With that mindset, it felt like to curse at her was merely to admit in words how much she was driving him crazy. Another part of him kept wanting to ask her questions that always flooded him during her games. All the whats and whys... probably mostly 'why him'. He was pretty sure that half the guys at school would kill like savage animals to be in his place - she was beautiful by any standard and that, combined with her graceful movements and poise seemed to draw teenage boys to her like butterflies to a flame. They would have probably annoyed her incessantly if those same qualities didn't intimidate most of them from doing more than just hang around her and briefly try to engage her in small talk. But voicing those questions felt like a weakness too - like he would be begging her to go prey on someone else instead of him. He kept wanting to say something.... anything defiant, to prove to her and himself that no matter what she did, she hasn't really won. Except everything that came to mind would sound pitiful and patently false in his current situation.

 

So he kept silent, and hoped that at the very least as long as he didn't say anything that might be interpreted as admission of defeat he could still tell himself he hadn't surrendered.

 

He realized that the waves of pressure that seemed to wrench and suck at his genitals came in the same exact tempo that she used that night. Remembering how his dick looked in those spiraling coils he glimpsed during his one glance under the table his mind immediately linked that picture to how he imagined her tail spiraled as she pumped it inside him that evening. It seemed to be twisting inside him then and though logically he knew it wasn't really that deep, when that coil bulged inside him it felt like it was stretching his very core wider. As she pulled out, he felt a slippery ring of that coiled tail briefly pull at his anus from the inside, The sensation was not unpleasant but still caused him to instinctively hunch his hips up a little. Than the tail pushed back in and this time there was another brief coil pushing at that same muscle from the outside and driving his hips down, at the same time forcing his dick deeper between that firm calf and thigh. When he couldn't sink into her leg any deeper he felt that small tip press directly into his prostate sending a shock of warm pleasure that reverberated through his balls to the tip of his penis. He remembered how when he was lying under her, unable to see anything she was doing to him, his mind conjured that similar image of her tail drilling in and out of him like a corkscrew, with those wider spirals pressing and pulling on his sphincter and driving him crazy with the sensation.

 

Than, just as it was now, he felt lost in that unstoppable rhythm, his mind no longer capable of forming concrete thoughts, left simply to randomly feel every sensation she was inflicting on him.

 

His breath came heavy with every stroke and he felt his own chest expand to meet the carpet underneath them. Her hand still stroked leisurely through his hair prompting a different kind of shiver down his spine every so often and her voice never stopped that soft murmur that he barely noticed but which he still felt was helping to keep him somewhat calm. As his hips flexed in that small but oh so significant moment her legs squeezed him ever so slightly - that slight movement squishing her wet pussy against him and dragging one hard nipple across his shoulder while her other breast mashed on his cheek. His testicles seemed to pulse and he couldn't be sure if it the result of that coil around him or the hunching of his hips and arousal but the way she kept them slightly stretched seemed to put a subtle tension on all of his lower body. His thighs kept wanting to clench together but stopped every time the pressure became uncomfortable - yet when they tried to spread they couldn't go far as his legs were tangled together by his bottoms. The stretched skin from his ball sack pulled at his penis, causing the head to slip the foreskin. It would have probably hurt by now if not for the copious amounts of pre-cum that has already made her leg slippery. As it was, the sensation of her leg muscles and soft slippery skin putting such intense, supple and engulfing pressure on the bared head of his penis, was overwhelmingly pleasurable.

 

She was fucking him with her tail and that movement was practically forcing him to hump her leg - the sensations on his balls and anus were so acute that to disobey those tugs and pushes was beyond his control. It seemed like the shocks of strange by pleasurable sensations reverberated through the tired muscles of his lower back before they even reached his brain, ordering it to move his hips up and down to somewhat alleviate his senses. His mind was just a passive observer of the entire process, taking it all in and helpless measuring his steady and inevitable climb to orgasm. Every one of those erotic sensations were building it up sending twinges through is senses that felt like the warning tremors of an impending earthquake. Those tremors were informing him he was going to cum soon and he felt a build of fear at the promised intensity of that release.

 

"That's enough.", words spoken quietly but in a sharp tone skewed his reality. His mind was in two places at once, acutely reliving that erotic and humiliating memory just as he suddenly found himself very much aware of his current state.

 

It was as if time froze for him, just so his brain could fully make sense of that intertwined sensations of present reality and past memory. He watched her begin to pull back in her chair in infinitely slow motion and was surprised to note that at some point their hands switched positions. He couldn't quite remember when that happened but now he was holding on to her slender warm wrists and her own fingers were wrapped around his wrists in mirror hold - he realized that for the last while his body must have instinctively grasped her for some sort of support to brace itself against that phantom feeling of rolling pressure that he knew wasn't really movement but still felt like an intense squeezing pump that was literally forcing his seed from inside him. That awareness made him realize how close he was to cumming and yet again that sensation of impending intense orgasm bled into his memory and back again. He remembered when it finally came as he started spurting his seed into the bend of her leg, her tail driving him incessantly and the acute rhythmic stimulation on his balls, anus and prostate which all seemed to coordinate every related muscle in his body to keep cumming in that same rhythm. The head of his penis felt almsot burning if such a word can be describe that blissful sensation that bordered on pain, as it coped with the force of his release.

 

In the present time Anon realized that his dick was pointed downward at her chair. As he recalled that feeling of how powerful that orgasm felt and realized that he was on the verge of another one just like that, his mind conjured a horrible image of impending disaster. He never tried cumming into empty air, but his fearful imagination painted those same powerful spurts being squeezed by her tail out of him with such force that they passed under the table, between the legs of her chair, over the railing behind her to come down in an obscene shower on that poor group of girls he heard on the first floor under them. Perhaps they might even reach the librarian station... he could just see her head bent at her work. Oh god - she wasn't wearing her glasses. What if he hit her in the eye? In that split second his imagination provided scenes of hysteria that would follow, the police coming after him - last one was of him in a jail jumpsuit.

 

His eyes locked back on hers and he was sure she could read the horror in them -he felt it coming. She was going to make him come so hard they would charge him with sexual assault on the entire library and everyone in it. Those eyes gave nothing away. He couldn't read understanding nor pity nor anything else in them - the moment stretched....

 

Than time resumed its normal course for him. Aviel's slow pull back was actually her abruptly standing up. Her hands slipped his hold and under the table he felt her tail tug at him with such speed that he imagined being entangled in the end of a vacuum power cord when the automatic reel was engaged. It was not a pleasant image and his opened his mouth in a silent gasp of pain as he felt the tip of her tail deliver a stinging slap at the underside of his cockhead as it flew past. The image of that cord probably led to his mind interpreting it as more painful that it actually was. In that same instant he realized that the sensation froze him right on the verge of orgasm. Never in his life had he stopped so close to that edge and he was completely unprepared to deal with that acute sensation that paralyzed his entire body. His eyes tracked her as she smoothly got up and began to walk toward he stairs, his mouth still stuck in that silent scream. She took two steps now and in horror he realized that feeling of the edged orgasm was not receding in the slightest. This couldn't be happening - she couldn't leave him like this. He didn't even think it was possible to stretch this sexual sensation so long but this outcome at the moment seemed like so much worse than any he imagined before. He didn't think he would be able to endure and stay sane for long if she left him like this.

 

She has reached the end of the table and turned. Any other time in the past he didn't think that he would ever feel such intense happiness to see her coming toward him but at that moment when he realized that she wasn't leaving but was merely walking around the table to come to him was a glimpse of possible salvation that made him nearly tear up. He still remembered that it was she that did this to him, but whatever she was going to do next, it couldn't be as bad as the eternity of near-orgasmic torture he imagined himself enduring if she left now.

 

She was behind his chair now and he felt her grasp the back of it and bend toward his ear, "Shhhh now.... Don't be scared. I wouldn't leave you like this."

 

He would be ashamed later at the loud gasp of relief that escaped him when he heard that confirmation. Right now though all he could focus on was the knowledge those words brought him - that he wouldn't be left stuck like this. His body obeyed him now, but he remained frozen by conflicting instincts warring inside him. His dick was still telling him he was right on the very edge... one touch, one breath.... anything would topple him over and this torture would end. At the same time it felt like a primed bomb, his hands twitched but he was scared to even try touching himself when it was so sensitive. He was trembling all over. He felt her dragging his chair back with him in it. The scraping sound the chair made seemed deafening to his ears though in the back of his mind he knew it was probably his senses being too primed right now - he remained still as he watched the table recede from him. Soon there was enough space for her to move in front of him, her hand tangling comfortingly in his hair as she circled him.

 

In one smooth motion she was kneeling in front of him starting up at him with his erection perfectly in line with those beautiful, lush lips and the expectation of that contact made his body tremble even more, as if gripped by a freezing cold. She looked so serious - her lips were parted slightly and her eyes seemed to draw in every detail of his own face. In that second she seemed like an angel of mercy, solemn and gentle. He saw her hands move between his legs, his knees spread to give her access to do anything she cared to him, as much as his feet trapped together by his pants would allow. She wanted more and let him know by hooking her hands under his knees and pushing up. She did not need to use her strength as his body readily cooperated as if he was a poseable doll. As his own brain was unable to make and constructive decisions to relieve him of this pleasurable agony, it decided to obey her for now. He had to hunch in his chair to accommodate her guidance and spread his knees even wider in an even more vulnerable and embarrassing position - her hands snaked under his knees and grasped onto his wrists as his own hands had to brace him on the side of chair seat. All his attention was focused on those lips and the severally decreasing distance between them and the aching head of his erection.

 

She froze suddenly and her arms tightened in the hold as she kept starting at him. He couldn't break that intense gaze and the few still functioning portions of his brain noted that once again she held him firmly secured - her arms snaked under his knees and tightly holding his own hands at the sides of his seat, he was very aware that he had practically no leverage to even try to move if she didn't let him. It was than he saw her tail raising behind her. Having felt it's touch many times now this was still the first time that he had actually seen it in the process of extension. It was surreal to watch it rise behind her like that of a scorpion even as in his thoughts, visual snapshots of her as he saw her in other circumstances kept insisting it couldn't be that long. It just barely reached her ankles when she walked, though it was almost always twisted a bit in such times. Now though, it was level with his head even though hers remained just above his erection. He couldn't maintain focus - yes that strange appendage was reaching up and moving toward his head, seemingly heading directly for his eyes but his teenage mind was much too busy measuring the exact millimeters of space between those warm wet lips and  his dick, focused on the Infinitesimal pace of those lips opening to take him in.

 

He was mentally preparing for that first time when he would have an unobstructed clear view of a girl on her knees taking him into her mouth. That expectation of the monumental occasion actually managed to distract him from the intense feeling of the held orgasm that hasn't abated in the slightest in the seconds since she got up. Some nerdy part of his brain flashed an image of dozens of his internal selves, crowded in a NASA-like control room behind his eyes, waiting with baited breath to witness the historic occasion.

 

The tail reached him just a bit faster than her mouth. Suddenly it encircled his brow in a soft but strong vice and pushed. He found himself staring at the ceiling, and all his neurons that were preparing to imprint that image of him recieving his first 'visible' blow job suddenly had nothing to focus on except how securely she had him trapped. He couldn't move his legs nor his hands and even his head was held firmly.

 

Then he felt her lips on him, engulfing him in intense, soft heat as the she took him inside her mouth. Her tongue pressed at his tip, slipping downward with strength and he had a brief moment of clarity as he realized that she somehow managed to roll or push his foreskin down with just her lips because as they moved back and settled into a soft sucking vice on his glans the intense feeling had to have come from direct contact. The next instant he finally exploded and than thought was no longer possible.

 

He practically lay there, hunched up in the chair and just like that evening in the den he became a passive outside observer to his body just being her. He felt twinges almost painful inside him as his prostate and balls pumped his cum into her mouth. In his position he couldn't make the slightest move though his hips tried to twitch with that pumping rhythm - she compensated  for that lack of movement herself, her mouth gliding smoothly over him in shallow dips as she focused on stimulating the head of his cock and he could hear her gulp as she swallowed load after load of his cum He couldn't see anything but the ceiling and for some reason greatly resented that she denied this to him - to see her cheeks and throat work him during this. He knew that she did spitefully, because because she saw that he wanted that visual experience and it somewhat spoiled the overwhelming feeling of the orgasm that just wouldn't stop. It felt both different and somehow still the same compared to the time when he came humping her leg. Stimulation was utterly different now - this time she was only stimulating his penis and he was half clothed... But that overwhelming feeling of spurting so powerfully while being so utterly helpless in her hold linked the two experience. He even felt his anus clench in tempo with his spurts as if responding to the drilling of the phantom tail as the memories of the two orgasms overlapped.

 

Just like the previous time, it seemed to go on forever and gradually he felt his strength leaving him and his vision darken as it progressed. He thought he might lose consciousness now, but he remained aware. He couldn't be sure when it ended as it seemed like an entire eternity of cumming passed by. He just became aware at some point that the movement stopped. Laying there in the chair and staring at the ceiling the concept of moving himself seemed foreign to him. He felt her lips still sucking on his tip like a lollipop and at any other time that strong sensation would have made him twist and moan in pleasure, but now compared to the powerful orgasm he just experienced it was merely a pleasant finisher, soothing the overstrained glans. He felt something inside him ache behind his anus, but it was a pleasant ache of complete emptiness and his body's only action at the moment were quiet deep breaths that still seemed to take their cue from the rhythm of her sucking lips. Eventually he felt her release him and without her arms to support his legs he practically keeled over as his body tried to curl up. His knees pressed together and his torso came to rest on them as he now stared at the floor trying seemingly using all he had left just to breathe.

 

She was beside him one arm cradling his head into her breasts, the other brushing down his back.

 

"I keep telling you the truth. You are mine. Feel this moment and try to tell me different.", that was an unfair challenge - speaking wasn't a possibility for him now.

 

"Do you remember the end of that night?", she continued "How you finally gave yourself completely over."

 

Her hand on his back snaked down lower. He didn't know what she was talking about. He felt her reach his buttocks and head lower still - he realized that hunched as he was in the chair, almost in a fetal position she might violate him again - but at the moment he could seem to care because to be held right now was the definition of bliss and he viscerally needed for her to stay there and keep pressing his face into that soft cashmere sweater and her wonderful breasts. He felt her reach his anus and almost at the same time another aftershock of his orgasm caused it to clench painfully, only to be immediately soothed by the pressure of her fingers. She wasn't violating him this time, just massaging and relieving a painful tension he didn't know he felt until it was gone under her touch. It felt overwhelmingly vulnerable to be held and touched like this, particularly knowing that any second someone might come up and see him being comforted like a baby.... actually bad comparison that one considering where her hands were.

 

"Do you remember how you kept going after you came? Just laying in my arms slowly humping my leg like a puppy... It was almost an hour until you drifted off to sleep and you still tried to keep going. All that time looking more peaceful and serene than I have ever seen you. So tell me Anon, what is really insane? For me to claim you as mine? Or for you to try to run and hide from this? "

 

He didn't have anything to say right now. At this moment to voice any denial while being held like this, seemed blasphemous, but deep inside, a part of him was insisting she wrong, using fleeting moments to justify something much more permanent.

 

She gradually released him than and got up. He too slowly uncurled. She was back into her 'just another school girl' persona - he knew that simply from her stance now.

 

"You win by the way.... Well not really, probably. It's just I forgot to time this so I guess technically you win?", she stated in a musing tone.

 

He gaped at her trying to figure out what she was talking about.

 

"What?", he asked, still going on automatic.

 

Suddenly she seemed to freeze and her face turned slowly to stare at him. Once again the eyes that looked at him were a predator looking at her next meal. Her voice came softly but with harsh, spiteful notes that surprised him in their sudden appearance.

 

"Nothing. You win Nothing Anon.", it was like she blamed him for trying and he still didn't know what she was on about. "You neglected to name any terms and it's too late now."

 

He gaped at her, finally remembering that she framed her assault on him as a bet. He watched her carefully as he couldn't decide if she was pretending to now be pissed at him or if this was that crazy side to her. From his perspective, she just showed and once again played him like her own toy. But maybe her possessive nature actually misattributed something in his passive endurance to have been an attempt at 'winning' - that he once again tried to defy her somehow. His bottom heated a bit remembering that spanking, which he only a few minutes ago was informed to have been punishment for some previous resistance.

 

In the end he decided she must be just messing with him some more. She can't seriously think that. She owned him every second of that memory lane tour through yet another humiliation. There wasn't  single instant when she wasn't in full control and its ridiculous for her to act like it was an actual competition of some kind.

 

From her intense and heated look at him he felt honestly lost. If she was being serious, he was in trouble because that's just bent and his adopted succubus sister was insane. If she was acting, than she was the best damn actress in the world and he was still in trouble because than she could probably convince anyone of anything. Fuck.

 

"You didn't name any terms either.", he decided to play along for now.

 

Her face softened a bit and she rolled her eyes. Her expression now told him she was speaking to an idiot, "Why would I, Anon?"

 

With that she turned toward the stairs leaving him to process.

 

He realized that of course she doesn't need to place any conditions on any bets. She always gets what she wants anyway.

 

She hesitated on top of the stairs and turned back to him

 

"Anon... please pull your pants back up. It's a public library.", soft tender voice - she was now image incarnate of a worried sister trying to gently guide her errant brother to proper conduct.

 

He couldn't quite stop his jaw from dropping at the unfair implication of that chiding remark and the sincerity with which she said it. She was already moving down the stairs when he picked his chin back up.

 

...............................................................................

 

Sulking actually wouldn't be the right term really. it may look like it from outside but Anon was once again trying to figure out what to do. As usual the problem kept coming back around to what he considered his biggest failing - indecisiveness. How could he figure out which actions to take if he can't even decide what outcomes he wants to achieve?

 

His phone kept flashing at him as he slowly turned it over and over the message screen blinking at him in the low lighting, the message on it coming in sight again and again.

 

"Scored a hot deal on last minute trip. Leaving now, back late Sunday night. Left some money for emer. Mind your sister."

 

At first glance this seemed like the worst thing to happen to him in the last months. It was Thursday and he was apparently doomed to four days alone with her. Something told him this would probably change things and it wouldn't be in his favor. But in that same message there was probably the biggest reason for his doubt of his new circumstances.

 

His parents just dropped everything in middle of the work week and skipped out on a mini-vacation.

 

He couldn't remember something like that happening since.... ever. He knew it was because of Aviel's presence in their lives. He couldn't be sure at first as the changes were gradual but his parents have definitely became different since she started living with them. They became more energetic and it was really telling not just in their overall behaviour but also in how they spent their time these days. Not so long ago the average evening after work was his dad collapsed on the couch, watching TV and his mom nestled somewhere around him reading her magazines. After work, dinner, clean up... it seemed this was all they had the energy to do.

 

Once Aviel showed up they started doing more. Initially Anon thought they were just pushing themselves to involve her in the family and make sure she didn't feel left out. Aviel though, quickly proved she didn't need to be handled with kid gloves - as far as his parents saw there wasn't a single sign of any problems with her. It was over a month later when Anon saw that they didn't return to their previous routines that he realized they were really changed.

 

They started going out in the evenings a lot - something that previously happened once in a few weekends. His dad took up jogging again, and his Mom signed up for yoga classes. They also became a lot more affectionate toward each other as well - several times Anon caught them making out.

 

Some would probably freak the hell out if they suspected their adopted sister was mind warping their parents on top of the almost daily raping. Anon though always believed in deliberate, guided action so when he identified the change he first decided to find out exactly what it was. It quickly became apparent that his parents were just plain happier these days. He did some research on the changes in behaviour and the most fitting explanation was that they behaved like they both had guided hormone therapy. That would fit with the whole 'living in same house with a sex demon" change in circumstances - they were known to have a passive effect on people around them. Except there seemed to be a whole lot of potential side-effects to messing with hormones via medical treatment and a month long observation revealed none of these.

 

In the end he had to conclude that her presence must have boosted their internal biology in a natural way that seems to have neatly avoided all the potential pitfalls. End result was that his parents were living their lives like they were twenty years younger and his new sister was the reason.

 

This was probably the biggest reason for why despite all his violent encounters with her he couldn't quite work up that hatred of her he needed to get his mind in order.

 

Well, truthfully the biggest reason was probably that he found her unbelievably hot in every one of her guises... or maybe that his body now associated her with mind number orgasms to the point where thinking of her more than in passing now gave him a semi. Well at least he could say that his beloved parents happiness and much higher quality of life was in the top three of the reasons why he was finding his present role as her unwilling toy to be emotionally confusing.

 

Actually probably top four really - if he was to be honest with himself he couldn't deny that her attention and pursuit of him was kind of an ego booster even if it did occur in a form he would prefer to avoid. If he were to disappear tomorrow, he could count one one hand the number of people who would give more then a moment's thought to his absence and than probably never think of him again. All of said people were related to him. That didn't really bug him because he was pretty good at entertaining himself and never had the time to feel lonely. But when Aviel first started coming to school with him he was surprised to discover that bit of vanity in himself - he came to that realization when he was watching one of his schoolmates trying to chat her up and realized that he didn't want the guy to succeed. It was a pretty strange emotion for him to feel considering he otherwise spent most of his free time trying to avoid her and thinking of ways to make her leave him alone. Of course being hunted like an animal was still the focus of his conscious thoughts - but he couldn't deny that once in a while he would look at her and a thought would slip in that while she constantly showed him up and often lorded it over him, she still seemed to spend every bit of her free time focused on him. Which had its positives.

 

Than there were the repressed revelations such as he had in the library.

 

He spent half the week recollecting the humiliating spanking and tail-pegging she gave him and never once did he remember what followed. All the stewing in anger and self-derision, but it wasn't until she forced him to relive that experience again the was able to recall it in full. Yes the spanking was indeed horrible to experience and he once again couldn't quite get his head around the fact that when she really meant business she could reach inside him and basically force cum out of him like he was a tube of toothpaste...

 

But that feeling - there was a reason he put it out of his mind. He never felt calmer and safer than when he rested there after his orgasm and her tail kept making him move. Just putting that situation into words made him feel ridiculous - tell someone that you never felt better in your life then when you humped your sisters leg after she spanked and raped you and that just sounds pathetic. But he couldn't quite describe it like that. 'Pathetic' didn't fit into that warm, soft hug. It didn't go with her gentle caresses, or her soft whispers or her slow, lazy movement that kept him going like a leg-humping toy on a seemingly infinite battery. He remembered that he was borderline asleep there in her arms and the only thought floating through his mind was how good it felt to keep going and how safe he felt there.

 

He didn't want to be made to feel like that by the same girl that kept telling him that he was her slave. It made him feel afraid because he was pretty sure in another moment of safety and calm like that he might just say yes to literally anything she asked. It wasn't fair that he could force him to feel like that.

 

Finally there was Aviel herself. She was a.... well 'puzzling bitch' came to mind - but swearing was a weakness so that wasn't a good way to describe her. 'Mind twisting demon' would be technically correct. Fell way short of reality though.

 

Problem was there were quite a few versions of her for him to process. There was Aviel the perfect student, Aviel the perfect daughter, Aviel the cum pumping terminator, Aviel the playful tease...

 

All these Aviels had big overlaps between them - driven, focused, self aware, poised. He figured these qualities were the core of her. However as the saying goes, the devil's in the details and those details made a rather big difference in her case

 

Now that he was no longer repressing he also knew of a fifth Aviel. He thought it was a dream he had, but on closer consideration he now realized that it probably wasn't.

 

He woke up later that evening. He was lying on that same carpet a bit away from where he recently struggled with her. There was a warm cover over him, protecting him from the brisk air in the room and he didn't feel like moving for the next century. And he had a really nice view from where he lay.

 

Aviel was there cleaning the carpet. As usual, she was entirely focused on her task and he knew she hadn't noticed that he came awake. He never before really got  a chance to observe her for any length of time when she was unaware of it. She wasn't the type to let people get the drop on her. So as he watched her, he had the sense of seeing something special, something very few people got to see. His drowsy state somehow helped him drink in every single detail.

 

It was this memory he was drawn to examine again and again now as he played with his phone. He wondered if that fifth Aviel he had seen than was the true one. She didn't look like a demonic sexual predator then. Nor like a poised young lady everyone saw at school. There also didn't seem to be any artifice to her - right than there was no one to play her illusions on.

 

There was a strange mix to her than.

 

In many ways her succubus nature showed through even than, when she wasn't even trying to seduce anyone. For one she was still almost entirely nude. The only thing she had on was a pair of big yellow cleaning gloves Also she automatically picked out the most erotic possible way to go about her task - knees together, bottom arched up, both arms pushing and pulling at the sponge in her hands making her breasts sway hypnotically while her entire body tensed and stretched beautifully, showing off every detail to overall maximum effect. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail but a loose strand tended to stray over her face in a slight curve as she worked. Periodically she puffed it out of the way making even that look sexy.

 

It was actually kind of amazing to see someone approach cleaning like she has only seen in done in sex magazine pictures and yet Aviel pulled it off and made it look perfectly normal. Or to put it another way - it was normal, even natural to her.

 

Even the position she has picked was naturally the best angle in respect to the only other possible observer in the room - she was on all fours facing toward him and a bit to the side, giving him the perfect view at her slim torso and breasts, but she was also positioned with her back toward a dark wooden wardrobe with glass doors and he remembered how the glass granted him a spot-on reflection of her bottom. it was probably the absolute best angle as far as looking utterly sexy that was possible to pick. With her knees together like that, in the reflection he could see every detail - full contours of that beautifully rounded butt, her cute rosebud, the plush lips of her pussy that didn't have a hair on them and her beautiful toned thighs with a small gap between them right under her lower lips.

 

All together there she was having raped him to sleep, taken the time to make sure he is warm and comfortable and was now cleaning the floor in the most innocently sexually charged way possible.

 

He gradually dozed off back to dreamland watching that hypnotic sway of her body as she kept cleaning what was probably an entire gallon of his own semen, if his balls were to be believed in their report.

 

He wondered if anyone had ever tried to research how succubi function. How much of that scene he glimpsed during his interlude from a dream came from Aviel's personality versus her succubus nature. Was it just her insanely high attention to detail that caused her to perform even this simple chore like that. Or was her being a succubus meant that she was just genetically or magically predisposed to pick the sexiest ways of doing everything and to automatically place herself into best positions to naturally pose for anyone around?

 

The more his thoughts churned on it the more he gravitated to several decisions that he previously kept avoiding. Painful and dangerous questions that he didn't really dare to pose to himself directly, still found their answers somewhere along the way.

 

For one he decided that his instinct was correct when she questioned the sanity of his resistance. Any person would naturally feel as he had after orgasming that much. Such mental states were momentary, fleeting and probably a basic physiological response. Regardless of how safe and peaceful he felt during those times it did not mean that he should surrender to her demands and become her willing slave. He had his own ambitions before she showed up. There were like two thousand video games on his to play list - which by the way he was now lagging even more on due to her frequent attacks. He planned to take up table top gaming at some point if he ever found any friends. Long term, he always dreamed of having his own harem like many of his favorite anime shows... Being her sex-slave just wasn't on the list and her skill at making him cum didn't change that.

 

That said, there was also no point in his trying to deny to himself that he found her insanely attractive most of the time. So she was sexy. She was a succubus - its supposed to come natural to them. If he kept self-flagellating every time he felt desire for her, he wouldn't get anything else done. He resolved to try to accept that she kept toying with him and raping him, but he still found her attractive. Just two separate facts. You can still think someone is attractive even if they've hurt you - doesn't make one weak.

 

He still didn't see any new or better ways of handling her. He was actually scared half out of his mind at the prospect of spending the next four nights alone with her.

 

But he also knew that trying to run away or hide wasn't an option for him. Not so much due to logistical factors such as he had nowhere else to go but home, but more because if the last months of her abuse proved anything is that it was possible to endure. He was still right here, somewhat sane not a trauma case - no reason to bitch out now.

 

Trying to reassure himself with these new resolutions Anon headed out. He had no idea of what to expect from her or what he would be able to do about it  but apparently what he couldn't do was back down.

 

Good enough for now.