NEET For Feed

At first, I thought it to be a scam. Had to be one. Right?I mean, a Concubus Feeder? That can’t be right. Getting to fuck tons of the hottest people on earth and get paid for it? That sounded far too good to be true.

It’s both, actually. True and too good to be. It’s at least not what you’d think. During busy times, I get laid once a month. And the time between? Agony, let me tell you. Because keep in mind you aren’t there to be fucked by one of the most sexually active, experienced, and pleasurable creatures on this plane. Your job is to satisfy and feed them.

So, you better bring your A-Game. And a lot of food for them.

That means at least a month of a very highly regulated diet of Eggs, Spinach, Bananas, Maca Roots, Asparagus (never eat those within a week before you visit a client!), Dark Chocolate, nuts (Basically all besides ‘deez’ are fine), Seeds and everything else that is high in zinc. All the stuff that gives you a good Sperm count, ya know? If you’ve got a Sweet Tooth for a client, add Pineapple to the list. And no Sex. Obviously. No orgasm in general. You really want to be pent-up. You need to need this more than they do.

Oh, and you should definitively read the fine print. When Topopopokoko Inc. writes that they aren’t responsible for any deadly accidents on the job, they mean it.

Get their Ring as well. It’s an investment, but a good one. You’ll see that you won’t be able to live without it later. Like the fucking Swiss army knife for… well, fucking Supernatural beings.

Today’s client is Lotte. She’s a cute thing, but if you ask me, she really needs to get her life in order. She’s a regular, which, in her case, means we hook up about once a year. I think that’s my 5th round with her? Out of habit, I pull up the ‘FEED-A-SUCCUBUS’ App and recheck her profile.

Yeah, she’s been a member for 5 years now. I actually wasn’t her first, I think. But the other dude didn’t quite bring it, you know? There are many bad reviews on the app for people who believe they can score a sweet deal without putting any effort in.

Oh yeah, she was the cute purple one with the A-Cup. 24 years old. I wonder if she has gotten her life on track by now, and check her profile description.

Searching for Anyone to fuck yearly.

I will require someone with a lot of stamina & cum.

I have a master rank as a toplaner LoL.

Nope, everything stayed the same here. No, wait, she actually did it. The last time we met, she was Diamond, I think? Glad she got results somewhere in her life, I guess.

Well, if she wanna go pro, she still has a long way to go. But who am I to judge? Never managed to crack Gold as a freaking Support Main. God, I am glad I stopped playing that hellhole of a game. The second-best decision of my life.

I ring the Bell as I chuckle about her goofy profile pic. A Succubus really doesn’t have to try, do they?

It takes a while for her to open the door. She does in her human form - at least she has some decency… No, scratch that. She doesn’t wear any pants. Just a loose shirt that barely covers anything and a pair of… safety goggles? Don’t ask me. It looks good, yeah, but I certainly am not this pent-up. The bags below her eyes are deep, and I wonder when she last slept well.

“Morning, Lotte. I am glad you are actually awake for our appointment this time. I was worried there for a sec. Not gonna lie.”

She tilts her head and looks at me. “Oh yeah, last time I slept through, right?”

I nod. “Had to wait a couple of hours in front of your door. Must have seemed really desperate to your neighbors.”

“~ehehe.” A cute laugh. Almost made up for not even apologizing. Cute thing in general. Just such a mess.

“Come in, I’m fucking starving,” she says and steps to the side.

I gladly oblige and move into her den. It’s a cozy flat, probably given by the state. We might live in a hell plane, but at least we have some social security for those who need it. I always suspected that her ‘yearly feed’ was government-regulated as well. Ensure she got enough to get by and not be an actual menace, right?

My gaze wanders over the empty cups, Pizza Cartons, and other trash strewn about the flat. “Glad to see you cleaned up for me.”

“Oh, sorry, was just having my morning coffee,” she says, emptying the ‘Monster Energy’ can. “Wanted to do it but didn’t get around to it.”

I shake my head and smirk. “It’s like 3 in the afternoon.”

“It is~?” Her voice turns whiney as she checks the digital clock on her wall. “Fuck. What did I think when I invited you this early?”

I tried but failed to stifle my laugh. “Come one,” I said. “Let’s get you back into working conditions.”

She pushes me into her bedroom and tosses the can toward an overflowing trash can. “Don’t you dare judge. I cracked Grandmaster’s last month. ~ehehe”

“Oh, nice. You need to update your profile then.”

“I do? Fuck. Is that like mandatory or something?”

“Uhm. No, I just meant… never mind.” I start to undress. She isn’t one for much foreplay or fantasy stuff. Just get right to it.

“So,” she begins while getting out of her loose shirt. “I was wondering if you are still doing this. I mean, you are getting old.”

“I am 30.”

“Yeah, I know.”

I look at her for a moment in disbelief before I pull down my trousers and sit down on her bed.

“Are you lucky that you are this cute! Or else I might have to give you a bad review,” I say.

She smirks as she pushes me down, pulls away my underwear, and saddles down on me.

“You wouldn’t do that, would you? How would I ever recover?” So snarky, the little one.

I just shake my head and laugh. “Of course not, Lotte. How could I? You are my favorite yearly purple customer.”

“I bet you say that to all of your girls.” She laughs her trademark laugh again and turns into her true self right before my eyes.

Seeing them turn is always slightly unsettling, no matter how hot a concubus is. The human brain isn’t built to experience something like it. With awe, I watch as the lively color is drained from her body and replaced by a soft lavender hue. Her gray pupils turn white, and her Sclera darkens until they are blacker than the night sky. Two horns start sprouting from her head, angled downward and following the path of her face, framing it cutely. I realize how they split into four ends at the tip and grin. Was someone still growing into their full power?

A small pair of bat-like wings sprout from her hip and flap excitedly. Just as excitedly as her heart-tipped tail starts wagging around.

“Only to the cute ones,” I finally answer after my brain reels it back in. I put my hands on her hips. “You ready?” But she pushes them aside.

“I’m more of a ‘self-serving’ girl,” she grins. “And I don’t only top in LoL, you get me?” She raises her hip, puts my dick into position, and slides it into her in one smooth motion.

We both groan in delight. We needed this badly; it’s been a while.

“Ooh gosh!!” She exclaims and starts to rock her hips back and forth. “I forgot what sex feels likeeEH!” With a thrust of my hip, I make her squeal. I don’t need to be above her to top. We find our rhythm quickly. Back and forth, we sway, pushing into each other’s movement with each thrust.

“You want your first snack -” I pause for a moment to catch my breath and groan once more due to her relentless grinding. Gamers, I tell you. “- or want to wait a bit until I-”

“Snack!!” She yells out, underlining it with another deep push.

Remember the ring I mentioned ages ago? That’s one of the things it is for. I tap it once and feel its magic fade.

And there is no holding back. An entire month of horny celibacy paired with this tiny scamp riding me? No man could hold it in. And those that do, are bold-faced liars. I shoot my first thick load into her and watch her shudder and yelp in delight.

“I- Oh!! Appreciate~ it!! Thank you!!”

Another couple of shaky thrusts, giving her every bit of my load, before she crumbles on top of me. I put my arms around her and press her gently to my chest. She’s a cuddler.

My fingers run down the length of her spine, enticing the cutest little moan and twitchy flaps of her wings out of her.

“You aren’t going to go soft on me now. Are you, old man?”

I don’t answer. Instead, I hold her tight and angle my hip just a bit.

“Ah!” She yelps again as my dick moves inside of her. She picks up the movement, and we sway together softly. “Your cock is amazing~,” she moans gently, leaning into every bit of my movement.

“Best in the business,” I joke.

“Hey, you?” She looks up at me, smiles, moves her body upward, and gives me a long, intense kiss. I gladly indulge her, angle my hip differently, and continue with the soft strokes.“Yeah?”

“Fuck,” she mutters before raising her body back up, now again sitting on top of me, finally getting to the point she wanted to make: “Go deeper…”

With a satisfying plap noise, our bodies collide.

“Oh!” She squeals again.

Shit. She really is the cutest.

I could already feel the pressure build-up within me. But at this point, my pride is on the line. The first one basically doesn’t count. The second one shows how good your self-control actually is. I could use the ring to drag it out as long as my stamina would give, but, like I said. Pride and stuff.

With swift strokes, I let her ride me. I see how she buckles and writhes on top and hear her moans and fragmented sentences of praise. I focus on her and push my own pleasure aside as well as I can. With delight, I follow the evolution of her face and body. Those early heavy and swift strokes were quickly followed by a deep grinding accompanied by her biting her own lip almost hard enough to draw first blood. Soon, her body turns slack, robbed of control, and she gives herself entirely over to me and my whims. Her mouth was agape, drooling over her own face.

Fuck, a horny Succubus is the best Ego boost.

For a brief moment, her body slacks even more before she spasms in her pleasure, driven to the first climax in a year. Her snarky remarks had become a staccato of joy long ago; now, they crescendo in unrestrained yells of lust. She puts her hands on my chest, and her long black claws scratch my skin.

And I release her second ‘snack.’ Driven by my pulsating dick shooting more and more semen into her, the yells quickly turn into screams, loud enough that I fear the neighbors are going to call someone for an exorcism. Her tail and wings both whip around wildly.

It’s just a couple of seconds of ecstasy, but it feels like an eternity. A beautiful, cute, snarky, climaxing eternity.

Lotte falls unto me once more, and I plant a soft kiss on the top of her head.

I feel drained. Quite literally. When you cum into a succubus, she takes way, way more than just your seed from you.

Before I catch my breath, her hip begins to move again. “Thank you for this Snack,” she purrs. “I think it’s time for me to dig into it now.”

I don’t know what to tell you. We fucked for quite some time. I had a lot more in me, and Lotte is the kind that isn’t easily sated.

These months of restrain and renouncement? Absolutely worth it for those days.

And meeting people like her? Just the cherry on top.

I didn’t even make it out of her bed that day. The Ring, at some point, registered that my life forces were so low that it pulled the trigger and ported me back into my own bed.

Like I said. It’s an investment I couldn’t live without.

I hope she can make it pro one day.