Miss Submissive

“…Sorry, your what?”

Hearing the reaction only widened the playful smile on Taeyeon’s face. “You know. My pet. My servant. My underling. Whichever term suits your fancy.”

Seojun was so perplexed, he managed to divert his gaze away from the delicious-looking tits on the confidant woman’s chest. “Wha—I don’t—I mean—…I’m sorry, what does that mean? Are you going to enslave me?”

Taeyeon scoffed. “Do you think me a barbarian? No, I’m not going to enslave you. You get benefits too. Your lifespan becomes four to seven times that of an average human, your constitution evolves an immunity against all diseases, you last longer during sex, among other boons. I haven’t had one in a couple of decades but I’m glad I waited because I wouldn’t want to kill off a servant to make space for you.”

While she certainly answered a few of his questions, the onset of the new information only confused him more. “What? Kill off—why would you have to do that? Why do you even want one?”

Seojun yelped right as he finished speaking, feeling Taeyeon’s supple breasts against his back, her slender arms looping around his stomach, and her head resting on his shoulder. “When a succubus designates her ‘pet’, she becomes mostly reliant on him for sustenance; consuming too much cum from other men would make her sick. Having more than one servant would just make a succubus terribly sick. But I do get some benefits: your semen becomes more filling and tastier—oh god,” the way Taeyeon moaned the word right into his ear sent a violent shudder down Seojun’s spine. He swore his dick grown right into a painful erection right then and there if he wasn’t still so spent from the previous night. “I can’t wait to taste that.” Feeling her body against his was one thing, it was another to hear her honey voice so close to his ear, calming and pleasant to the point of being nearly hypnotic.

There was still so much that Seojun was confused and unsure about, but all those thoughts were so damn hard to think with Taeyeon’s curvaceous, naked body pressed up so closely and intimately with him. “Um, what, um, what do you, uh, I mean…” Seojun decided to try to sort his thoughts out by saying them out loud but found even that ineffective. “um, my, my job, and, I don’t, um, I don’t, I can’t because of, uh, my job…”

“Quit it. Move in with me and agree to have sex with me and any potential guests I may have whenever it is requested of you, and I’ll pay you 100 million won a year for you to use as you please.” Hearing that temporarily shocked the embarrassment and building arousal away from his system.

“Wha—What? But your job doesn’t pay that well…?”

Taeyeon giggled at that. “Oh, that? I have streams of income from many different places. I just thought working as a personal trainer would be an interesting way to find guys.”

“You also mentioned, um, training, or, uh, a test?”

“Becoming my servant gives you the ability to lose weight and gain muscle more easily, and I’m glad to say you passed the test splendidly. Of course, if you wish to use your improved looks to get yourself a girlfriend, I won’t stop you, but the stipulation I established earlier remains. How willing a girlfriend would be to lending out the cock of her boyfriend to dozens of other women, though, is questionable at best.”

It was hardly a decision. Even without the monetary benefits. Hell, Seojun might pay Taeyeon for the mere opportunity to live with her, rent aside, but on top of the promise of frequent sex with the hottest woman in the country, possibly even continent or world? Alongside all the benefits Taeyeon listed already and the ridiculous amount of allowance she promised … only a mad man would reject it. The only problem was the pure shock factor of it all: Seojun went from a virgin who’s never had a girlfriend in his life to being treated like an absolute stud. He just hoped he would have chances to be on top, although he really couldn’t complain about having sex with Taeyeon, even if she decided to never let him top her in his supposed … what was it? 300-to-500-year lifespan?

“I’ll do it.”

The rest of the day consisted of housekeeping: it turned out, succubae were immensely physically capable, so Taeyeon just carried everything he needed from his apartment to her house. After that, he went around to the relevant people to tell them his sudden change of plans: his landlord of his decision to move out of the apartment complex, his boss a note stating his imminent departure from the company, his parents of a sudden opportunity that arose leading him to make these decisions (he made sure to be intentionally vague about it, leading them to be cautious and concerned about the possibility of him being scammed, but were reassured after Taeyeon transferred his first year’s 100 million won into his bank account), among other things.

All throughout the day, Seojun felt a pleasant, ecstatic buzz at the back of his mind and in his body, an excitement deep within his chest that couldn’t be quelled. When they finally finished and returned home for the day, the sun had long dipped below the horizon, Taeyeon bringing Seojun to her bedroom to start the ritual.

“Are you ready?”

Seojun nodded but was quickly proven wrong when Taeyeon whipped her tail out and made a small incision on her finger. The surprised man jumped, letting out a surprised scream. “What are you do—are you OK?”

Taeyeon couldn’t help but giggle at the impassioned response of her servant-to-be. “Aw, how sweet of you to display such concern for me. Worry not, this is a necessary part of the ritual: you must drink my blood, sex following afterwards. On the seventh day, your transformation will be complete. Here, drink.” She climbed onto the bed and offered her finger dripping with a small stream of crimson liquid, to which he readily accepted into his mouth.

 Seojun had his fair share of tasting blood, from nursing papercuts to getting a soccer ball to the face while playing with friends in middle school, but Taeyeon’s was unlike anything he had ever tasted. It was bitter yet smooth, sour yet sweet, a mixture of a million paradoxes that shouldn’t make sense but somehow did at the same time. After a few seconds, Taeyeon extracted her finger from his mouth, but Seojun could already feel his body start reacting to it.

“Oh god, this feels so weird…” he muttered, grimacing at the aftertaste of the strange, dark red liquid now sliding down his esophagus. Be it placebo or that it was this fast-acting, but Seojun could already start to feel the liquid start to affect his body.

In an instant, Taeyeon wrapped her arms and legs around Seojun’s body, her soft curves gently hugging his frame. “Now, shall we get started?” The seductive whisper sent a wave of chills down Seojun’s spine. Damn, was he ever going to get used to that? “I bet you want to be the one fucking me this time.” Fuck, it was a good thing his constitution was about to improve, because Seojun was sure living even one month around this dangerously sexy woman was a surefire path to death by heart attack.

“Yeah, I would,” he barely managed to breathe out.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” she teased him, her face still a good few centimeters away from his ear but her low, sultry whisper somehow echoing about his brain all the same. “Slam me down on this bed and dominate me.”

Without another moment of hesitation, Seojun grabbed Taeyeon’s small and light yet surprisingly sturdy frame and did exactly that: he threw her onto the bed below them, an excited twinkle in the ordinarily domineering woman’s eyes.

Seojun found himself stopping, drinking in the beautiful visage of Taeyeon’s face: from her piercing, big eyes to her tall, defined nose bridge to the way her cheekbones helped her face slope downwards gently to her chin, above it a pair of strikingly red, full lips parted barely a centimeter, it was as if her face was purposefully sculpted to create the most beautiful face possible. His gaze drifted downwards, down to her notable clavicle and down to the gentle slope of her breasts. His hands reached for the upper hem of her low-cut shirt and pulled it down, her bountiful breasts springing free. Taeyeon let out a soft sigh, Seojun taking a second to enjoy the bouncing motion of her firm, pink nipples drawing random shapes in the air, another sigh escaping her lips when Seojun moved his hands from her sides onto her pillowy skin. “God, fuck, your tits feel so nice,” Seojun muttered, his eyes narrowing, his body flooding with endorphins.

“Mmm fuck…” Her sensual sigh only egged him on even more, his rubbing motions transforming into kneading motions. His palms were flush against her tits, his fingers caressing it with a firm grip as his hands made rolling, kneading motions along the pliable skin. As any other straight guy, he always had a fascination with boobs and wondered what they would feel like. But to have such a pair of perky tits, on such a sexy woman, who was reacting so much to his every movement … nothing, even in his wildest dreams, compared to that moment. “Oh, oh god, you’re so rough, it feels so good...” Taeyeon’s sighs turned into moans as his actions became rougher. The fact that his breath was shortening, his eyes were narrowing, or that there was a growing uncomfortable tension in his nether went by completely unnoticed by the solely one-track minded man.

“Fuck, this is so addicting,” Seojun commented offhandedly, his fingers making their way to the hardened peaks atop her mounds.

“Mmm, don’t stop…” Taeyeon urged him, her eyes fluttering shut, her head thrown back onto the pillow below her, her back arching with the rolling, kneading motions of Seojun’s hands. Seojun’s confidence grew with every sigh and moan elicited from Taeyeon’s delectable lips, his fingers closing in on the prize that awaited him. A pinch was all it took for Taeyeon’s back to arch off the surface of the mattress, a muted moan brushing past her sealed lips.

A grin found its way onto Seojun’s face, rolling the erect nubs between his index fingers and thumb again for a brief second before squeezing again. “Aahn~” A more audible moan escaped from Taeyeon’s lips, an adorable sound that was uncharacteristically submissive. And while it took Seojun by surprise, he immediately found it addicting. He wanted to her that sound again. So, he repeated the action, and was rewarded with another mewl of pleasure. “Aahn~”

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath again, the burgeoning arousal building up inside his chest growing like a balloon a light tap away from bursting. Seojun palmed the skin for good measure, pressing her erect nipple against her tits and rubbing it in a circular motion before bringing his fingers back onto her pleasure button. He captured it between his fingers again, this time pulling it upwards and away from her body as he pinched them, watching in fascination as the pliable skin stretched to follow his fingers.

“Aahn, Master~” Taeyeon squirmed on the bed, her back following the motions of his hand, her hands ripping holes into the bedsheets and her legs desperately rubbing themselves together. “It feels so good…”

Hearing those words coming out of Taeyeon’s mouth was unexpected to say the least, but Seojun took it in stride. “You like that? When I abuse your tits like that?” Where the words were coming from, Seojun himself didn’t know. There was a surge of confidence and growing feeling of power and dominance he was feeling, starting from Taeyeon’s assertion to slam her onto the bed and explosively increasing at the sound of her submissive mewls of ecstasy and again at her calling him ‘Master’.

“Yes! Master’s hands feel so good, please punish my naughty tits more!” Even her tone had entirely shifted, from the sturdy tone filled with confidence to a higher, breathier tone brimming with desperation and lust.

“Shit, you’re so fucking sexy, and your tits are so fucking soft and squeezable.” Seojun was completely hypnotized, entrapped in the velvety feeling of Taeyeon’s ample tits against his hands, the firmness and simultaneous squishiness of her hardened nipples, the sight of the alluring woman writhing at under his touch, the mewling sounds of submission pushing him further and further.

“If it would so please Master, would—ah!” Taeyeon was cut off with her own squeal, drawn out by the act of Seojun pulling on her nipples yet again. “—would Master like to fuck my sopping wet pussy with his rock-hard cock while squeezing my tits?”

Hearing the words made his cock twitch, only then realizing just how painfully hard he was. “What makes you think you get to make demands out of me?”

Again, Seojun had no idea where the confidence was coming from—after all, he was in the presence of a supernatural being a couple millennia years-old, who in her natural state had an extremely commanding presence to even most men. But the mewling, submissive performance from her instilled within him such a feeling of confidence and power that the words just came naturally to him. In a way, it felt like he was being hypnotized—so far was he in the reversal roleplay that he managed to push aside his deep arousal for the immensely sexy woman writhing beneath him to stay true to it.

“I’m—I’m so sorry!” Taeyeon’s eyes widened, as if from genuine shock and fear. For a second, Seojun almost believed that they were natural, and even when that second eclipsed, he wasn’t sure if she was merely acting. “I didn’t mean to demand something of Master…” her words trailed off into a meek whimper, like an attention-loving puppy being scolded for disrupting her owners for being too clingy. “…I just wanted to make Master’s cock feel good too.”

“Don’t lie to me, Taeyeon.” He continued to speak while kneading her tits, her eyes narrowing and her brows furrowing in a vain attempt to maintain a stoic expression while he spoke. “Final warning. Why did you really request to be fucked?”

“…I-I selfishly wanted to feel Master’s cock kiss my pussy lips and then feel it stretch my tight pussy. I wanted to feel Master violate me and dominate me and fill my slutty pussy with so much semen that it leaks out onto my ass …”

Hearing the string of filthy words coming out of Taeyeon’s mouth was one thing, imagining them with the memory of the previous night was another, but seeing her downcast, innocent facial expression in conjunction only caused the fire of arousal to roar with greater life. It was truly a wonder that Seojun managed to hold himself back, saying, “You’re a slutty, selfish little whore, aren’t you?”

“I’m sorry Master, i-it’s just that Master’s cock feels so great that I couldn’t stop thinking about it all day…” This was another thing that confused Seojun, because looking back in the day, there were certainly moments that could be explained by this. But he chose not to dawdle on it for too long.

“Oh, really? And what makes you think such a naughty little cum dumpster gets to enjoy my cock?” Seriously, Seojun had no idea how he was doing it. Now aware of his painfully hard erection, every fiber in his being was telling him to rip his pants off and plug Taeyeon’s obediently waiting hole. Was it Taeyeon using her powers on him? Was he just like this during sex? Was Taeyeon’s blood play a part? He didn’t know, nor did he really care.

“I-I promise, I promise to make Master feel good. My slutty pussy is already so wet and horny it’s drooling, thinking about welcoming Master’s thick, veiny cock.” She made the motion to get up, to which Seojun granted by removing herself from her. She flipped herself around and pulled up her top, her round ass nicely defined by the frame of the firm material. She pressed her cheek against the pillow, her back arching gracefully upwards to her wide hips and shapely, white ass. Seojun felt his dick twitch at the confirmation that indeed, its supple cheeks were already stained with a thin layer of translucent fluid. Her knees were planted at an ample distance to allow just enough light pass to grant Seojun sight of the pink slit that lay between. So Taeyeon hadn’t been wearing underwear the entire day … the thought made him salivate all the more. “See how soaking wet this naughty pussy is?” Taeyeon said, her eyes locked onto Seojun as he looked on, at her delicate fingers parting her round ass cheeks away from the gem hidden between: a flopping pair of soaking wet, pink folds, outlined beautifully by Taeyeon’s slender digits.

Fuck. Was there a sexier sight than this?

“Damn, you’re this wet, huh?” Seojun reached a hand forward and swiped along the slit, a visible shudder running down Taeyeon’s body, a mewling moan escaping her parted lips. “I bet it was hard to manage, poor thing,” he cooed, making eye contact with the succubus, whose eyes were filled with such a convincing act of desperation and lust that he felt a twinge of guilt for edging Taeyeon so much. But then again, he thought, if Taeyeon was having problems with what he was doing, she would just use her overwhelming strength or her commanding presence to order him.

Taeyeon nodded as he inserted the drenched digits into his mouth, his tongue tasting the surprisingly sweet fluid coating his fingers. At the sight, the bent-over woman whined, her eyes narrowing, her arm shaking, a few more droplets of nectar sputtering out of her awaiting sex. “M-Master…”

“Mmm, fuck, you taste so good,” he noted, again coating his index and middle fingers with her honey, but this time leaning forward and presenting the drenched digits to her. “Here, have some.”

Taeyeon happily accepted it, her lips clamping over his fingers as her deliciously supple ass pressed against his groin. As her tongue swirled around the two fingers inside the wet, warm cavern of her mouth, Taeyeon grinded desperately against Seojun’s erection, a deadly combination causing a moan to burst out of Seojun’s mouth, “Fuck.” When Taeyeon finished, he retrieved his fingers, looking on at her with disappointment. Seeing this, Taeyeon promptly stopped, her brows drawing together in concern.