lWoD: Succubus the Fuckening - Ricky's Love Song Pt 1

The trees were swaying in the dark, the wind thrashing their branches back and forth. The rain fell in sheets, caught in the air and pushed in whole new directions.

“Are you sure you don’t want to come back, Rick?” Asked Jeff, “My car is right up the hill, man.”

Rick was in a parka and running shoes, the rain beating off his chest. Jeff, Mattie, and Rob were all in front of him wearing about the same, ready to call it a night.

“If I don’t finish my run, I’ll never get to sleep.” Rick shouted over the whistle of the wind. Then he waved bye to them.

It was just Stanley Park, it didn’t matter how dark it got, or how wet it was. The others left, and Rick went back to his jog. He knew these paths, even when it was dark out. The trees cried out, the air swelling his parka, setting him off is balance as he made turns. All he could hear was his breath and the swell of the leaves, and all he could see was the faintest outline of branches in front of him.

This late at night, he couldn’t imagine anyone else being on the trails; maybe a bike rider.

Ricky kept up the pace, attempting to get that burn that let him work. His day was spent doing graphic design, and if he didn’t exhaust himself, his mind ran over with the thoughts he had to suppress. Love, inspiration, depression, all the things you have to ignore to complete day after day in the office where someone else guides your mind.

He almost ran off the trail, and stopped. The path split in front of him, a divide he didn’t remember. Rick ran in place as he wondered, left or right. He thought about pulling out his phone, but the rain would have soaked through the device in seconds. He shook his head, and went left.

The path continued on, but the weather got worse. He was regretting not taking that ride. It seemed like the wind was screaming at him, tugging at his clothing, pushing and pulling. It was stronger than he expected. The darkness didn’t help, and Rick found himself running into bushes, being swiped by branches. The path was closing in on him, and the dirt was uneven.

Then he saw a light. It was a thin beam, not a lantern, like a flashlight. He stopped on the trail. Who else would be out here? It wasn’t like there were never reports of violence in BC, someone stalking the park after dark could still be trouble.

The light wavered, and then came around a bend. It pointed up at him, making a dark silhouette of the owner. They were carrying something large, swaying like the trees. Then Rick heard a squeal.

It was a woman.

He ran forward. It was a woman, carrying an umbrella in the harsh wind. As he watched the night tried to snatch the umbrella away, almost snapping it inside out, pulling her toward one half of the trail. She pointed the flashlight down and held on tight.

Rick grabbed the umbrella, and she screamed again, this time letting it go. He got the umbrella under control, and brought it back up over her head. Her face was soaked, long black hair held tight to her head and neck. Her coat looked heavy with water, and her eyes were wide with panic.

“You scared me!” She shouted as she grabbed at the umbrella, “You shouldn’t sneak up on people.”

“I thought you saw me,” He said. It was strange meeting someone so late at night, especially a woman. “What are you doing out here?”

She was Asian, but she still had a nice figure. Considering that was obvious through her coat, she was probably better looking when she wasn’t braving a storm.

“I got lost,” she said, looking up into his eyes, “This park never seemed this big during the day. I don’t even know if I’m going the right direction.”

She was scared, her body was trembling, she couldn’t even wrestle the umbrella from his hands. Ricky already knew, he couldn’t leave her out here alone.

“I’ll help,” He said, “I think we’re going the wrong way. There is a split back behind me, and that should put us back on the right track.”

She let out a sigh, “Thank goodness. I’m freezing, and hungry.”

Her hands wrapped around his forearm as he held the umbrella, and they turned around and went back on the path. Her flashlight struck out in front of them, making walking the path easy.

“My name is Ricky, by the way,” He said.

She smiled up at him, then squinted when a gust of wind hit her, “I’m Pearl. Don’t laugh at that.”

He smiled. She seemed nice, though maybe that was just the storm talking. She kept her body close to his, and he wasn’t oblivious. Pearl was cute, and she was close, that fulfilled a majority of his dating requirements.

“Why were you out here this late?” He asked in a break in the wind.

“Friend told me about this beautiful park with lanterns or something,” She said, “I think I missed it by a mile. I was just wandering bike trails.”

“Not used to parks?” He asked.

“As much as my hippie parents tried to beat it into me, I’m a city girl.”

The rain stopped as they found the split in the path, and with the light, Rick could choose the right path. They kept chatting, she told him about her job at a dating service, and he talked about his design work. She gushed about how creative he had to be, and he asked her questions about the reality of anonymous hookups.

They got near the edge of the park, and Rick realized Pearl was squeezed to his side. Her head was against his shoulder, her arms holding his. His breathing was heavier than he expected, his heart was getting its own workout.

“I think this is the end of the line,” He said as the lights of Vancouver popped up in front of them.

They turned to face each other, and he looked down into her eyes. She looked like she was searching for something, holding her breath. Did she expect something from him? A kiss?

Pearl motioned for him to come closer, and she moved her lips close to his before whispering, “Thanks for everything, Ricky.”

The words slipped into him, and when he stood back up, he felt sure there was something special between them. She smiled, but didn’t move, as if she was waiting. It was enough to unnerve him, but her eyes enticed him.

“Do you have somewhere to be tonight?” He asked, “Well, besides the park.”

She laughed, “No, why are you asking?”

He rolled his eyes and shrugged.

“Do you think rescuing me from the park is going to get you a night in bed?” She said with her arms on her hips.

He opened his mouth, his words caught in his throat. It seemed like there was something there, had he read her wrong? Besides, was it so terrible a question in this day and age? She could always say no.

Pearl winked at him, “Is your place close to here?”
They came through Rick’s front door and tumbled into the apartment. Pearl was wrapped in his arms, his lips on hers, their bodies held close despite their soaked clothing. His tongue slid past hers, the taste of her lips on his. He kicked the door closed.

She broke their kiss to look around in the small apartment. It was more art than furniture. Different pieces he had found were on the walls. He had no couch, and the door to his bedroom revealed a dressed mattress on the floor.

“Spartan,” She said, “I like it.”

She unbuttoned her coat and threw it aside. Rick pulled off his parka. She squeezed out her hair in the sink, and he kicked off his shoes.

“You better get to the bedroom,” She said as she got her hair dry, “Before I change my mind.”

Rick smiled, and walked to his mattress. He set her flashlight and umbrella down, then took off his wet socks. He was a little embarrassed about his room, but it was obvious she was into him. Besides, there was something about her. Every motion she made seemed intimate.

“That’s as far as you’ve gotten?” Pearl said.

Rick turned and saw her in the doorway. She was down to a blue shirt, soaked around the edges, and a pair of jeans. Her head was tilted to one side, hair falling down, and her eyes moving over his body.

She walked to him, a smooth gait that didn’t fit his little apartment. Her hands went to both sides of his face.

“There is an energy to you, Ricky,” She whispered, “I like it.”

“Thanks,” He said, unsure how to respond, “You’re beautiful.”

“Quit it,” She said with a blush, “You don’t have to try anymore, this is happening.”

Ricky leaned closer, and her lips touched his. It wasn’t like the kiss on the way toward his apartment, the kiss going up the stairs, the kiss while he found his keys. This one felt like a shock, bolts of electricity going through his body, to his heart, down to his gut. She looked him in the eyes, and he saw a fire there.

Rick picked her up, and even as she smiled, he dropped her on the mattress. She bounced before settling. He laid on top of her, his hands at her sides, feeling the heat from her body. They kissed again, and this time it felt satisfying, but not as wonderful. Again, and still no lightning. Pearl smiled at him.

She reached down, touching the crotch of his running pants, massaging the forming bulge. Her hands weren’t gentle, they were lustful. It was a grip like ownership.

“This shirt is still wet,” He whispered as he pulled up at her shirt and tried to get it off of her. It pulled off, and revealed her bra underneath. His fingers ran between her breasts. Circled the top of each one, he could feel her move under his curious attention.

“They aren’t paintings,” She whispered, “Grab them.”

Rick smiled, and pulled up one cup, letting her full breast come free. The nipple was already a growing protrusion, and his thumb ran over it as he gripped her in full. She let out a sigh of joy, and her hand fell on top of Rick’s head. He continued to tease her nipple, taking it between fingers, running circles around it, and her breath grew larger and longer with each pass. The strokes of his fingers painting red across her cheeks.

Seeing her squirm under his attention only made him harder, it was impossible to ignore. She pushed herself up and against him, her jeans sliding against his body.

She pushed him back, “I need you, all of you, now.”

Her fingers went to her zipper, sliding down to reveal striped pink panties underneath. He smiled, but she shook her head at him. Rick put his fingers in her waistband, and pulled down, the tight jeans fighting to stay on. They slid off her butt, and slid down her legs. They were slick, whether from the rain or her sweat. It was a sheen that went down her body. They slipped off her feet, and Rick tossed them aside.

He looked over her, bra still around her chest, body wet, legs spread. She called to him with her fingers, a hand running down her inner thigh, and another sliding down her stomach. Somewhere outside, the wind thumped against his window.

“Pearl,” He whispered. He took off his pants, and moved closer.

His body pressed to hers, her hands touched his cheeks again, her eyes looking into him. Rick slid into her, an explosion of heat that made him sigh. Her body was delicious, it felt like a fitted glove around him. It was perfection.

As he started to thrust, felt the details of her body inside and out arouse him, his mind briefly went to his lack of a condom.

He was shaken out of it by her drawing him forward, chest to chest. Rick could feel her nipples against his skin, tight now, sliding with him as he pressed in deeper, further. An instinct took over, and he couldn’t help think of it in the most primal way. Each thrust made Pearl cry out, made her squirm and move with him. As she did, each thrust made him want to press in deeper. He could feel the future, his mind taunted him with the faint memories of climax, that instant of ecstasy that should last forever. To get that sensation, to share that moment of bliss with Pearl, he would have to finish.

The logic was sound, he wanted to fill her, to the brim.

Pearl gasped as he drove in harder, their heavy breathing breaking in over the violent wind. She went to kiss him, and he moved past her, pushed as deep as he could. Her legs wrapped around him in surprise. She held him at his back, squeezing him tight. He felt close now.

It was strange, as he stopped there, sunk far into Pearl, it almost felt like she was moving without moving. Her body massaging his length, like a small hand trying to tease his climax out of him, milk him dry. He closed his eyes, trying to delay the moment for the sake of her satisfaction.

“Let it go,” She whispered into his ear.

It sent a chill up his spine. Something was strange about it. Maybe he was afraid she was trying to trap him? Get pregnant and ruin his life. There was so much wrong with this situation. The chill settled, slipped into his groin, made him feel harder.

He let the fear slip away. He looked into Pearl’s eyes, saw her sweating. Her eyes were half-closed, bedroom eyes that begged him for more of what only he could give.

“I want you,” She said, “Please, Ricky.”

He started to thrust again, sure they weren’t far, that he could push her over the edge before he was done. A hand massaged her breasts, each twist making her eyes close in desire. She was whispering something in the faint light.

Then the lights went fuzzy, and went out completely.

“Oh shit,” He whispered.

She didn’t move, “Don’t worry about it.”

It seemed to throw everything off, maybe the sudden fear from before combined with the shock.

He chuckled, “Wait, I know.”

Rick reached to the bedside and grabbed her flashlight. He flicked it on, pointed at her face.

Rick’s heart stopped. His whole body went cold. Then Pearl knocked the flashlight away from him.

“Ricky,” She said, “Come on, just enjoy the moment. Who cares about some storm?”

What was that? What did he see? That couldn’t be real. He looked in the dark, over toward the flashlight.

Pearl reached up and turned his head straight to her. Her smiling face, sweat on her brow. Eyes that begged him to finish, deep inside her. Except, that wasn’t her face.

“Please,” She whispered, her lips moving close to his, touching like the mockery of a kiss.

He felt that shock again, it made his stomach tighten, made him hard, made his face burn hot.

Pearl pulled him close again, cradling him against her. Her arms wrapped around him, and she whispered in his ear.

“Go ahead Ricky,” She said, “Give me everything you’ve got. I want to feel it, please.”

He didn’t have to try, he had no choice. He could feel her body working, her slot sliding over him, undulating unnaturally. So moist, so tight, like a gentle practiced hand squeezing him in a time of weakness. He was at his peak, he had no choice, he was going to explode. He made his choice, he would go out enjoying it.

Rick pulled his arms around her, held her at the shoulder for leverage, and pressed into her. He could feel the internal massage pause, and he grinned with the instinctive thought that he surprised her. This creature under him, that found him in the middle of the night.

He thrusted again, and Pearl’s mouth opened into an O, no sound coming out. He dug into the mattress, and Pearl had to put a hand above her head to hold them away from the wall.

“Oh,” She whispered, “Yes.”

The thing named Pearl, it looked beautiful, it sounded clever. He wanted to fill it, he could feel his body going there, his balls threatening to explode. He pressed again, and he could feel her fingers clamp into him, her muscles going tight. Pearl let out a sharp cry of joy that became a fading gasp.

He closed his eyes, ignored the look on her face, and squeezed himself in as deep as he could. She let out a long sigh as he filled her, every burst making her squirm in pleasure as his body released into her. He flinched, pushed, until there was nothing left to give.

Pearl ran a motherly hand over the back of his head, and Ricky dared to relax. His body felt like putty, and he laid against her breasts.

What did he see there under the light of the flashlight? Was it his mind playing tricks on him? No, he knew what he saw. A skeleton, crumpled bones, still dirty with the meat that used to fit around it. Across the face, a patch of skin tied tight with wires, like a false face, Pearl’s stretched face.

The memory seemed distant now, dream-like.

“I like it here,” Pearl whispered to him, “I like you. I think I’ll keep you.”

Rick felt satisfied with that. He got comfortable there against her.