Why Stop Halfway?

A demon lounging against the alley wall with a cigarette caught sight of Layla and lifted a hand in a lazy wave.

"Hey! Layla!"

"Uh, u-uhh...?"

The familiar voice locked her whole body in place.

It was Shasha. A succubus from the same neighborhood.

Shasha ground the cigarette out under her heel and came over with a cat's arrogant saunter. With every step that closed the distance, the color drained from Layla's face.

Was it the cigarette smoke making her head ache, or was it the situation?

Maybe both.

"Um... h-hi..."

"Wow. It's been forever, and that's the face I get? You don't look happy to see me."

"No, it's not... like that..."

"Then smile. If you're glad, you smile."

"Uhh... ehe...?"

At the strained excuse for a smile, Shasha snorted and waved her off.

"Forget it, forget it. Watching you is embarrassing me."

When Shasha shoved her deeper into the alley, Layla's eyes rolled wildly, flicking over the surroundings in a panic — but she couldn't bring herself to resist, and was herded in all the same.

Shasha was one of the succubi who had it made: tall and sleek, sharp-tempered, and successful, and she found Layla pathetic in equal measure. She ran with a pack, and whenever their paths crossed she made a point of tormenting her.

Essence drain? That's hard? You climb on, put it in, and shake. Done. You can't even manage that, Layla, so you walk around smearing mud on your family's face.

Maybe because they were both succubi, every time Shasha looked down on her it felt like a sharp thorn driving into her heart.

"What'd you buy? Hand it over."

Shasha held out her hand.

"N-no..."

"Aha. No? You don't want to."

Layla hunched in on herself and clutched the wrapping to her chest. Shasha laughed as if she couldn't believe her ears.

"Layla, telling me no. I'm genuinely wounded."

Thwack!

Shasha cracked the crown of Layla's small head with an open palm.

"Aah! Uu... it hurts..."

While Layla's face crumpled and she clutched her head, Shasha snatched the package away.

"If you'd just handed it over from the start, you wouldn't have gotten hit."

The wrapping tore, and a black dress dangled from Shasha's fingers.

"Oh? Look at the design. An errand for big sister Vivian?"

"...It's mine."

"Oh..."

The sound Shasha made this time meant something else entirely. She looked from the dress to Layla and back, then couldn't hold it in and burst out laughing.

"You? This? Why? So you can masturbate alone in front of a mirror?"

"I..."

Layla clenched her fists at the contempt.

"I started essence drain too. I'm a proper succubus now."

It was the first time she had talked back to Shasha, and the first time she had managed so many words in a row.

"......Hey. Lift your head. Am I stuck to the ground?"

"N-no..."

Shasha hooked a slender finger under Layla's chin and tipped it up.

"A proper succubus. Hearing you say it is so awkward it's funny."

She said it while locking eyes with her.

"You're lying, right?"

"I'm not lying...!"

The shout tore out of Layla before she could stop it, and she stumbled backward. She hadn't taken more than a few steps before her wings and bare shoulders met the cold stone wall.

Shasha closed the same distance.

Her knee wedged itself between Layla's thighs. Layla had no choice but to spread them.

Their faces drew close enough that their breaths touched.

"W-why? Why are you doing this?"

"I need to check. Whether you lied to me."

Shasha's tongue licked the trembling corner of Layla's eye. Then she seized a fistful of hair at the back of her head.

"Aagh... that hurts!"

"A half-baked succubus, daring to raise her voice."

Contempt spilled without mercy from those red lips.

Layla grabbed, with both hands, the wrist knotted in her hair.

"What, you sticking your chest out so I'll grope it?"

"No, hey..."

With her elbows lifted and her armpits bared, her breasts had pushed forward on their own — and Shasha had decided, all by herself, what that meant.

"What do you mean, no!"

Smack!

"Aagh!"

Shasha's tail lashed Layla's breasts without mercy. The wet crack rang off the alley walls.

Layla tried to close her legs to dull the pain.

Ah — Shasha's knee...

All she managed was to trap that knee between her own thighs.

"Always shrinking away, but you're different today."

Layla shook her head.

"Is it because I'm checking for you?"

"Haah..."

Her crotch had come to rest against the bone of Shasha's knee. The contact was slight, and still a moan slipped out on its own. It felt that good.

"What's this? You're soaked."

"Nnh..."

Shasha looked down at her own knee, glistening with slick. Her mouth twisted into a crooked grin.

"This is fun."

She drew the knee back out from between Layla's legs.

"Don't close them. Stay just like that. And keep quiet — unless you want me calling every demon who walks by to come watch."

"...Okay."

Layla nodded.

She had already been wet down there from the moment her breasts were struck. The pussy that had barely been touched twitched without a shred of shame.

Her head felt light. Floating.

Shasha let go of her hands.

Smack! Smack! This time it was her palm. With every hit, Layla's breasts rippled like water. It stung, properly.

But only for a moment.

♥ Status

Pleasure temporarily increases.

♥ Status

Pleasure temporarily increases.

The sting vanished in an instant.

"Hhk... hhk... nnh."

The pleasure crashed over Layla so suddenly she couldn't get her head back. Sweat broke at the nape of her neck, and her breath shortened into panting.

Everywhere Shasha's hand had landed grew hot, and a moment later her whole head was burning.

Clear fluid trickled down along her groin. Drip. A thin, steady stream.

"You really are half-baked. Already leaking all over yourself — what are you going to do?"

"Hehh... nghk..."

Any words would have done.

Her body felt as if it were melting, cotton candy touched by water, and her nipples had gone hard as ripe fruit.

She wanted to rub herself down there with her hand. She wanted to shove something in.

She couldn't bear it.

Slowly, her hand began to sink.

But Shasha caught the wrist on its way down.

"Who said you could touch? Look at you, shaking all over, grinding your thighs together."

"Hhk... hnn... haah..."

"Hmm... so the essence drain was real. Judging by how lewd you've gotten."

The captured hand trembled. This was an insult. And even the insult turned, inside her, into a hot excitement that kept rising.

I can't stay like this.

Layla shoved back the heat filling her head and forced her mouth open with everything she had.

"L-let me go..."

She said it.

Shasha didn't answer. Her tail slipped in between Layla's thighs instead. The long, smooth length brushed over her panties, and Layla nearly folded to the ground on the spot.

"Hii— hahh..."

"Look at that face. I didn't know you could make an expression like that."

All Layla could do was fidget her fingers while the tail grazed her clit and dragged, slow, through the cleft of her ass — and she had to feel every bit of it.

"Who do you think you are, giving orders?"

As if that still weren't enough, Shasha shoved three fingers into Layla's open mouth. The long digits drove deep into her throat.

"Nghk... ghk... kk—"

"Haa... don't squeeze your throat. Open wider. I haven't even got one knuckle in."

Layla's slender neck swelled a little. It was still tight, but the throat had eased just enough for Shasha to push her hand in farther.

With her tail, she kept stroking over the panties, working her.

Layla gagged, breath cut off, the urge to retch climbing, and she hacked and forced her mouth wider.

From her eyes. From down below.

The wetness kept coming.

Shasha's tail, only teasing, only brushing, felt unbearably cruel.

"You're feeling it nicely."

The way Shasha looked at her, Layla thought, was the look you gave something utterly worthless. And strangely, that made it thrilling.

I shouldn't like this... the pleasure...

Shasha pulled her hand free, caught Layla's face, and pressed their mouths together as if she meant to devour her lips.

Inside the pleasure that had already overrun her body, Layla saw translucent letters floating above Shasha's face.

▼ Essence Drain

Stats decrease slightly.

Then something slipped out from deep in her throat.

Essence.

A lump of light about the size of a ping-pong ball, as if someone had gathered a handful of moonlight. It passed from her mouth into Shasha's.

Cold...

When Layla tried to push the orb away with her tongue, Shasha pushed it right back. The ball of light traveled between them again and again.

Wet sounds, a slick suck, a soft exhale — in the narrow alley, only their damp breathing made any noise at all.

The light went back and forth between their mouths, rolled on their tongues. Then it vanished into Shasha's.

Shasha broke the kiss and licked her own lips, savoring.

"Swallow. Let me see you swallow."

She gathered her spit and let it fall from that long tongue straight onto Layla's. The taste was bright and fresh, and a shiver ran the length of Layla's body.

Gulp.

She swallowed it down.

That was when Shasha's tail slipped under the panties and pushed into a cunt already swollen plump with wetness.

With a lewd, squelching sound it forced her open.

Then it began to move in and out. Inside her, the tail thrashed as it pleased, like a living eel.

Squelch. Schlick. A wet, sucking pull.

"Hii— ngh, nnh..."

The heart-shaped tip stretched her inner walls far past what they could take.

It raked without mercy over the pebbled ridges inside her, and every time the tail drove in, the soft mound of Layla's lower belly bulged outward, then sank back in.

She seemed intent on pounding that pussy into a ruin.

"Haaa! Haa, ahh, aaahn!"

Her lower belly ached, sweet and sharp.

Stuffed so full the sensation was too much, Layla hit one small climax ‍‍‌‌⁠⁠‌‍‍‌⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠‌‌‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠after another.

"Kaa— mmph!!"

"Tsk. You don't get to scream."

Pleasure blew past the limit, as if it would punch through the crown of her head and split her body open, and Layla squirted. A hiss, then a splash. A puddle spread across the ground.

She tried curling her toes.

She tried closing legs that shook like aspen leaves.

Still the moans leaked out of her throat, panting, animal.

The wet sounds grew even louder.

Only for a moment.

As if she had lost interest, Shasha's tail pulled free and flicked Layla's fluids off against the wall in a sharp spray. Then it struck her pussy, hard.

"Mmph—!"

Watching Layla fold as if she might faint, Shasha grabbed her hair again. She seized that small chin and forced it open.

She formed the same ball of light in her mouth once more and let it drop into Layla's, spit and all. A strand of saliva stretched long, then snapped.

She spat.

"Take it back. It's yours."

Cold light and spit fell into Layla's mouth. She choked and thrashed, gagging, and in the end she swallowed.

Gulp.

▲ Status

Stats increase slightly.

"Fine. I'll believe you. That you drained ‍‍‌‌⁠⁠‌‍‍‌⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠‌‌‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠essence."

Shasha looked into Layla's eyes.

"Now you look a little like a succubus."

"Th-thank you... for believing me..."

A small, breathy laugh escaped Shasha.

"Cute, though."

"Ah..."

She tapped the cheek of the girl staring up at her with unfocused eyes, pressed a brief kiss to her hair, and walked out of the alley.

"Sh-she left...?"

Really?

She just left me here...?