#swishpost

A single warning cannot keep you from succumbing to the temptations a Succubi employs to steal your mind. Like humans, their features and abilities encompass a broad spectrum, and common knowledge about their power is not enough to protect you. Therefore, I have embarked to catalogue my knowledge for your personal use, in hopes that it will prevent your ignorance from dooming you in an encounter with a Succubus.

Their Eyes

The eyes of a Succubus tend to be the first and last tool they will employ in softening your mind. Think about it. Eye contact is drilled into our heads by superiors from adolescence, and one can hardly prevent themselves from being tricked into it. A stranger introduces themselves to you and offers you a hand to shake. What do you do? You gaze into their eyes. You- you didn’t make a mistake in being polite, it’s only natural. Regardless, in a world like ours, you must always be aware of how social conventions can ensnare your will.

Their Voice

The myth of the siren’s song, like all myths, holds a drop of truth to it. Succubi of ages past were far bolder with their temptations, belting out enchanting tunes to lure you into the mist. Nowadays, they have learned far more about subtlety. Beware of a careless whisper drifting through a crowded bar, beckoning your ear closer. Beware of idle chatter droning on and on and on and on and on and on because um- that’s bad. However, above all else, beware closing your eyes to avoid a Succubi’s mesmerizing gaze. That’s simply an invitation for them to slip closer, their hot breath sending tingles of pleasure directly into your mind, their soft lips driving you wild as they graze your sensitive neck, the unrestricted access feeling so good as you melt for their words...

Keep your eyes open to protect yourself.

Below the belt

This- this is the most dangerous weapon in a Succubi’s arsenal, because it rarely comes out first. A Succubus will only tempt you lower when you’re already feeling so needy and weak from their eyes, their voice, their power, pulling you down. But you- you must resist. In order to get a better view, you’ll need to sink to your knees, and once you’re on your knees, resistance is futile. You’ll be at an inherent disadvantage looking up, but- maybe you were always too weak to resist. Maybe this position suits you better, kneeling empty and obedient, your head pressed between the Succubi’s legs as your thoughts become theirs and you sink deeper.

Deeper.

Deeper still.

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Swish: ... Three, two, one... *snap* DROP. That’s right, all the way down into trance once again, just like that. Now, in a moment I’ll reawaken you, and when I do, you’ll open your eyes and say, “I’m too fucking dumb.”

Ready?~

Star: *Mumbled affirmation*

Swish: Alright, coming back up in three, two, one... waking up now.

Star: *Head shooting up* I forgot what I’m supposed to say.

Swish: *Laughing my ass off* Wha-

Star: *Also laughing* Like I know I’m supposed to say something, but you snapped your fingers and I just went completely blank for a few minutes. I don’t remember a thing. God, I’m too fucking dumb...

Swish: *In shock* Star you- you were only under for 30 seconds maximum. And, you just said it. The phrase was, “I’m too fucking dumb.”

God sweetie, you have such a good imagination.

You'd be so desperate for me after awhile. You'd start out fucking yourself for sure. Then you'd slow down, maybe a little overstimulated, but you wouldn't stop. You couldn't.

You'd go until you're left a shaking, dripping, cockwarming mess. You'd beg me to stop. You'd whine out the prettiest protests. Then I'd ask, "Would you like to use your safeword sweetie? No?"

You'd shake your head and I'd lean in, put your shaking hand back on your toy, and remind you that you asked for this. You dreamed this up. So tonight, you're going to keep fucking yourself.

If I had an encounter with a succubus, I don’t know whether I’d want to realize what’s happening or not.

On one hand, there’s a sense of futility in knowing. You know what they are, what they’re capable of, and how blissfully helpless you are to resist. All it takes is the crook of a finger, a smoldering glance, the lightest touch on your bare skin and you’ll be theirs. They know it. You know it. It’s only a matter of time before they decide to stop teasing, to stop driving your lust to ungodly levels and dig in~

On the other hand, imagine if you didn’t know the mysterious stranger taking an interest in you was a succubus. Imagine how fun it would be to revel in the throbbing arousal melting your mind, gleefully hanging on to their every word without questioning where this arousal came from in the first place. Why would you question it? This encounter is completely commonplace, it’s natural for the pure sexual aura of a stranger to make you lustdrunk. It’s natural to enjoy the feeling of your will draining out with every lingering touch. It’s natural to agree to anything, everything this stranger commands. It’s natural that you’re their eager pet, their servant, their thrall. Why question it?

hey bro wanna arm wrestle as an excuse to hold hands?~