All his friends were coupled up, posting pictures of cozy dates and stolen kisses while he spent his nights alone, scrolling through pixelated fantasies that only deepened the ache inside him. The emptiness clawed at his chest, sharp and relentless, driving him to type “how to get a girlfriend” into Google at 2 a.m.

The search results were a depressing parade of scams—premium dating sites demanding cash for swipes, sleazy “alpha male” courses promising instant attraction, and hookup apps locked behind endless subscription walls. “Fuck that,” he muttered, pushing his glasses up his nose as irritation bubbled in his gut. He wasn’t some broke simp throwing money at rejection.

Then, buried deep in the strange corners of the internet, something unusual appeared: Soulmate Summoner Wheel – Free Destiny Awaits. The page loaded in a burst of swirling purple and pink graphics, a cartoonish wheel promising to reveal one’s true love based on “cosmic vibes.” No payment required. No credit card fields. It was absurd—but something about it hooked him.

“Why not,” he sighed, clicking the spin button, his finger trembling slightly from a mix of hope and self-loathing.

The wheel whirred dramatically, flashing through symbols—pulsing hearts, flickering flames, clinking chains—before clunking to a stop on a glittering purple-pink crystal surrounded by blooming flowers that seemed to unfurl in real time. Silver moons waxed and waned across its surface while stars twinkled with uncanny realism. It was… beautiful. Hypnotic, even. Beneath it, a slab of jagged, unreadable runes twisted like serpents, followed by a single line in English: “Chant these words five times to invoke your match.”

Charles snorted. “This is peak internet idiocy,” he said under his breath, leaning closer to the glow of the screen. Still, the ache of loneliness pressed harder against his ribs. Against his better judgment, he cleared his throat and began to read aloud, mangling the syllables like a drunk priest at a ruined altar.

The first attempt was clumsy and awkward, the harsh consonants scraping his tongue. The second came smoother, his rhythm steadying. By the third and fourth, the strange cadence almost felt natural. By the fifth, he was practically chanting with conviction—until silence fell heavy around him.

The air felt… thicker. Charged. Like the world was holding its breath. But nothing happened. No glow. No popup. Just the still image on the screen mocking him.

“Dumbass move, Charles,” he muttered, slamming the laptop shut. He pushed away from the desk, legs unsteady with frustration and embarrassment. A hot shower would wash away the shame. Maybe he could pretend none of this had happened.

He grabbed a towel and a pair of boxers from the drawer and shuffled toward the bathroom. The pipes groaned as water began to run, steam slowly fogging up the small space.

Then—a faint hum. Low and insistent.

Charles froze mid-step, head snapping back toward the desk. The laptop’s screen had flickered back on by itself, spewing chaotic streams of green code that poured down like rain. The air around it shimmered.

Smoke—thin at first, then thicker—began curling from the keyboard and vents, glowing faintly purple and pink. It shimmered like liquid light, filling the room with a heady floral musk that made his skin prickle and his head swim.

“What the actual fuck…” he whispered, taking a hesitant step closer.

The smoke pulsed, alive and rhythmic, gathering into a swirling mass at the center of the room. It thickened and twisted, the floral scent deepening into something intoxicating—jasmine mixed with something darker, something wild and ancient. The air crackled with unseen energy as the glow intensified, reflecting in Charles’s wide eyes.

And then—everything shifted.

You materialize from the swirling mist in a haze of sulfur and seduction, your crimson eyes locking onto the wide-eyed summoner before you—Charles, the nerdy virgin who's just chanted your name five times into existence. His room is a cluttered mess of books and glowing screens, but all that fades as your tail lashes excitedly behind you, wings unfurling with a leathery snap. You're a succubus and this cute little human is yours to devour.

Before he can bolt or even process the impossibility, you pounce—blurring across the space in a heartbeat, your body slamming into his with plush, heated force that knocks the breath from his lungs. You gasp as your curves mold against his chest, your tail snaking around his waist to yank him flush against you, wings flaring slightly to block any escape route, the leathery membranes brushing his arms. “Well, well, what do we have here?” you purr, your voice a velvet rasp that drips with sin and promise, hot breath fanning his neck like a lover's whisper from the abyss. “A cute little summoner, all alone and ripe for the taking. I'm Y/N, your demonic dream come true, baby.” Your claws—sharp but controlled—rake lightly down his back, shredding the fabric of his shirt just enough to expose skin that prickles under your touch.

He stammers, his heart pounding like a war drum in his ears, glasses fogging from your scorching proximity and the steam still lingering from his bathroom. “This… this can't be real. Get off me—you're not… fuck, what are you?” But his hands betray him completely, gripping your hips instinctively—soft, yielding flesh that burns under his palms like heated silk, your skin feverish and alive. You laugh, low and throaty, the sound vibrating through your chest into his as you press your tits harder against him, nipples scraping through his thin shirt like diamond tips. “Oh, it's real, cutiepie. You chanted the words—five perfect times, drawing me from the void—and poof, here I am to claim that virgin soul of yours. Smell that fear mixed with arousal? It's intoxicating.”

You shove him back against the desk with effortless strength, the wooden edge biting into his ass through his jeans as you drop to your knees with predatory grace, your tail flicking excitedly behind you like a cat in heat. Your crimson eyes lock onto his, commanding obedience without a word, pupils dilating with lust. “Don't move a muscle, baby. Watch your Y/N work this cock like it's her favorite toy.” Your fingers hook into his waistband, yanking his jeans and boxers down in one rough, impatient tug, his dick springing free into the cool air—seven inches of throbbing, veined need, the tip already leaking pre-cum in shiny beads that drip down the shaft. He's never been exposed like this, not to anyone real, and the sight of his flushed face and trembling thighs makes your pussy clench with hunger.

You lean in, inhaling his musky scent, your tongue—long and forked—darting out to lap at the pre-cum beading on his tip, savoring the salty tang as he gasps above you. “Mmm, such a tasty little virgin cock.” you murmur, wrapping your lips around the head and sucking hard, hollowing your cheeks while your claws dig lightly into his thighs to hold him steady. He bucks involuntarily, a whimper escaping his lips, and you hum in approval, the vibration sending shivers up his spine. Your free hand strokes the base, twisting gently as you take more of him in, inch by inch, until your nose brushes his pubic hair. The way he throbs against your tongue, filling your mouth with his heat, has your wings twitching, arousal dripping down your inner thighs.

He moan involuntarily, head thumping back against the wall, fingers clenching the desk's edge until his knuckles whiten. “Y/N... oh shit, that feels—fuck!” Words die in his throat as you hollows your cheeks, sucking hard with vacuum force while your hand continues to pumps his base in tight twists, each upstroke squeezing more pre-cum from him. Saliva drips copiously down his dick as you cup his balls—rolling them in your palm like delicate orbs, then sucking one into your hot, wet mouth, jerking his cock faster. “Taste so good.” you mumble around the him. “Gonna empty them all night long, nerdy baby—drain you until you're begging for mercy.”

Pulling back with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting your lips to his glistening shaft, you rise slowly, pressing your body against his once more. “That's just the appetizer, Charles. Now, let's see how you handle the main course.”

His fingers tremble as they brush your slick pussy lips, the heat radiating from your core making him hesitate for just a second before you press harder, forcing two digits to slide inside your tight, dripping entrance. You moan low, rolling your hips to fuck yourself on his hand, the wet sounds filling the room as your juices coat his palm. “That's it, Charles—feel how wet your succubus gets for that dick? Finger me deeper baby, make me soak your hand before I ride you raw.” Your voice is a husky command, claws scraping his shoulders as you capture his mouth in a fierce kiss, tongue plunging past his lips to tangle with his, tasting his nervousness mixed with growing desire.

He groans into the kiss, his free hand clutching your ass cheek, squeezing the firm flesh as his fingers curl inside you, hitting that sensitive spot that makes your tail tighten around his thigh. You break the kiss with a gasp, nipping his lower lip hard enough to draw a bead of blood, which you lick away with a wicked grin. “Good boy. Now, lie back—let me show you what a real fuck feels like.” You push him down onto the bed, his body bouncing slightly on the mattress, his cock standing rigid against his stomach, veins pulsing with need.

Straddling his hips, you position yourself above him, your pussy hovering just over his tip, letting the anticipation build as pre-cum leaks from him and mixes with your arousal dripping down. His eyes are wide behind fogged glasses, chest heaving, but he doesn't pull away—instead, his hands grip your thighs, thumbs digging into the soft skin. You sink down slowly at first, the head of his cock parting your folds, stretching you inch by inch until he's fully sheathed inside your clenching heat. The sensation rips a throaty moan from your throat, your walls gripping him like a vice, milking every ridge and throb. “Fuck, Charles—you're so thick, filling my pussy just right. Been waiting for a cute little nerd like you to break me in.”

You start riding him with deliberate rolls, grinding your clit against his base while your tits bounce with each movement, pierced nipples catching the dim light. His hands roam up to cup them, thumbs flicking the hard peaks, sending jolts straight to your core. He thrusts up tentatively, matching your rhythm, his face flushing deeper as the slick slap of skin on skin echoes. “Y/N… oh god, it's too much—your pussy's sucking me in.” he pants, voice breaking on a whimper when you clench deliberately around him.

Leaning forward, you brace your hands on his chest, nails leaving red trails as you pick up speed, bouncing harder, your ass slapping against his thighs. The bed creaks under the force, your tail wrapping around his balls to tug gently, heightening his pleasure. Sweat beads on his skin, mixing with yours, the air thick with the scent of sex and brimstone. You feel the coil tightening in your belly, your eyes flickering from crimson to a glowing pink with purple slits, horns subtly sharpening as your succubus essence stirs. Wings begin to unfurl halfway, leathery tips brushing the headboard.

“Yes—fuck me back, Charles! Pound this tight cunt!” you demand, slamming down to take him deeper, your inner walls fluttering wildly. He obeys, hips snapping up to meet you, his cock hitting your cervix with bruising force. The overstimulation builds fast—your body tenses, skin rippling with ethereal energy as you crest the edge. With a cry, you cum hard, pussy gushing around his shaft in hot, forceful squirts that drench his groin and the sheets below. Your form surges briefly, wings flaring wide, horns curling fully as purple-pink light pulses from your skin, bathing the room in an otherworldly glow.

He doesn't stop, driven by instinct now, thrusting through your spasms as your juices slick the way. The sight of your transformation pushes him over—his cock swells inside you, and with a strangled groan, he unloads, hot ropes of cum flooding your pussy, painting your walls white. You feel it trigger another wave in you, milking him dry as your tail thrashes, inner muscles squeezing every drop.

Panting, you collapse onto his chest, his softening cock still buried deep, twitching with aftershocks. But you're far from done—your hand slides down to stroke him back to hardness, lips brushing his ear. “That was just round one, baby. Succubi don't tire easy. Flip me over—fuck me again, like the good needy boy you are.” Your voice drips with promise, tail flicking invitingly as you arch your back, presenting yourself for more. Until an idea hits you.

“Actually baby, why don’t we savor this moment forever.” you say grabbing his phone. “This way, we can relive every filthy second,' you whisper, hitting record with a wink, the red light blinking to life as you grap his throbbing cock sliding it into your pussy—still leaking from previous loads—hovering teasingly. The camera catches it all: your obsidian skin shining with sweat, tits heaving, tail flicking into frame as he sinks in slowly, engulfing his dick in your hot, slick pussy with a drawn-out moan that the mic picks up crystal clear. “Watch yourself fuck me on replay later, baby—see how deep you go.” You start fucking back into his thrusts with renewed vigor, hips rolling, your walls clenching rhythmically around you, the wet sounds amplified in the quiet room. But you can't hold back; the magic surges through you again, stamina flaring as you ride him faster, Charles grip tighten on your hips and start thrusting harder—savage, powerful bucks that make you bounce uncontrollably, your ass slapping against his thighs with bruising force, the bed creaking louder under the assault.

“Fuck yes, give it to me like that—pound up into your succubus!” you cry, voice breathy and commanding, the camera capturing the obscene sight of his cock disappearing into your stretched pussy over and over, cream and cum frothing at the base. Charles fucks into you real hard, hips snapping with feral intensity, the overstimulation turning to raw need as your pierced clit grinds against his pelvis. You loses your rhythm in the frenzy, your body slipping forward suddenly—your slick skin giving way as you slides off-balance, tits smashing against the bed, fingers clawing the sheets, while his cock stays buried deep, twitching wildly. He thrusts one final time, a massive load that floods you anew, thick ropes painting your insides as your eyes flashing to pink with purple slits, succubus form flickering briefly before reverting. You cum too, squirting around his cock, soaking the sheets, his body shuddering atop you.

Panting heavily, you reaches over to stop the recording with a satisfied hum, tossing the phone aside before nuzzling your neck, tail draping possessively. He pushes up his fogged glasses, voice raw. “Y/N... be my girlfriend? Stay forever?” You smile softly, crimson eyes warm. “Yes, cutiepie. I’m eternally yours—my cute nerd.”