Succubus Soccer Mom: A Reverse Harem Tale

by Jacquelyn Faye

  His face fell. "You are absolutely right, I apologize."

  "No need. You didn't hurt my feelings," I answered, letting my tits dangle over his hardness. His silky hardness sent a shiver of pleasure straight from my nipples to my clit. "How close are you?"

  "Very. I'm sorry."

  "Don't be. I wanted you to be." I got up off the ground and straddled him, trapping his cock between us and blocking the view from the camera. I arched my back, pressing my nipple against his lips as I looked up and winked at whoever was watching the monitor. With my left hand, I slid my hand down my stomach, gripped his cock and lifted my hips. With one swift movement, he was inside me and I was leaning over him, fucking him in the booth.

  "Holy fuck."

  "You gonna come?"

  "Yes. Quick, pull it out!"

  "It's okay. It would be a cold day in hell before I got pregnant." With a human. Without a bit of magic.

  He started breathing heavy, and his face contorted with every movement of my hips. Within moments, his seed was splashing inside me as I milked him dry. Not just his cock, his energy, too. I sucked it in and came on top of him, pressing my face against his neck.

  "Are you sure we're safe?"

  I could see the worry in his eyes. Not of just getting me pregnant and showing up with a court order for child support. No, there was something deeper. I chuckled when I realized he was worried about catching something from sticking his dick in a stripper.

  "Don't worry. I'm on birth control, not that I ever need it. This is farther than I've ever gone…with a customer." I let my lips graze his.

  "Don't suppose you'd want to have dinner sometime," he managed to stammer.

  "Ryan… Are you asking a stripper out on a date?"

  "Do strippers date?"

  "We do."

  "Then, yes. Kara Day, would you have dinner with me on Sunday?"

  "We just happen to be closed on Sundays. So, yeah."

  His grin was interrupted my his very wet cock slipping out of me.

  "Mmm." I reached between us, getting my fingers very wet and slipping them between my lips. "You want a taste?"

  Chapter 1

  The sound of the alarm going off made me groan, sit up, and start crying. Without looking, I reached over and slapped it off and flopped over face first on the bed, trying to dry my eyes on the pillow. His pillow. He'd been gone for over a year, and I was still having the same dreams every night.

  Succubus dreams weren't like mortal ones. We remembered every sensation, sound, scent, and scene as we relieved the moment. It was a survival mechanism for us when we had droughts between feedings. We could actually get a little juice from the dreams themselves, and it had been over a year since I'd fed.

  To say I felt like shit was the understatement of all time. I did have a stash of power, tucked into my own little corner of Hell, but I'd been skimming from the top of it for the past year. I'd promised myself not to touch it again. I'd have to live off the dreams or go out and face the world.

  "Come on, Mom. Get out of bed. We're going to be late."

  Without looking, I flipped my boy child off. He cackled as he closed my bedroom door and went to fix himself some sugar puffs or whatever the fuck kids ate for breakfast.

  Ryan's picture frowned at me from his nightstand. Not really, but it wasn't hard to picture him being disappointed in me from the human afterlife.

  "Don't judge me," I told him, and reached over, running my finger down his cheek. "How the hell do you expect me to survive with two kids without you? Bet you didn't think of that before you went and got killed."

  A year. That's how long it had been since I'd had a conversation with my Ryan. My perfect, loving, tender, annoyingly sweet hubster. After I'd met him in the strip club, we'd had our date. And hundreds more. Eventually, he moved into my house, and we got married. That, in and of itself, was almost unheard of for succubae. We weren't the marrying kind. And to have a child with a mortal was an almost unforgivable sin. Hybrid offspring were… unusually unusual. Half-demon, half-human hybrids. Cambion.

  Luckily, Ryn and Karl, my fifteen-year-old offspring, hadn't really manifested any demonic abnormalities as of yet. I wasn't looking forward to that day, let me tell you. They thought their mama was just as human as their recently deceased father. They were in for quite a shock. The birds and the bees were going to have to be replaced with the horns and the tails. If it were set in stone exactly what the traits of cambions were, it would have been a lot easier if I had a timeline. Either way, we needed to have a chat soon.

  I still couldn't believe I let Ryan talk me into having them. I'd planned on only giving him one, but of course, I'd been blessed–and by blessed, I mean cursed–with twins. They were funny, smart, gorgeous, and had a wicked sense of humor. Karl was a miniature Ryan with longer hair. It kept hanging in his face, but was almost long enough to ponytail. I couldn't wait for him to ditch the manbun. Ryn was my mini-me. A little thicker, but not chubby. More muscular. But seeing her face and hair was almost like looking in a mirror. Except for their eyes. They both had Ryan's eyes.

  Luckily, they were low maintenance, or I'd have hitched a ride straight back to Hell after Ryan was killed in a motorcycle accident.

  Succubae sucked at parenting. We usually paid people to raise our offspring, but Ryan had made me swear upon all that was unholy that I would never do that to our kids if anything ever happened to him. Who knew that day would actually come? What could I say? I was a sucker for him.

  My heart heaved. It usually did when I was having melancholic mornings after having particularly vivid dreams. The other day, I'd dreamed of our wedding. Stripper bridesmaids had caused quite the uproar with Ryan's family. He thought the whole damn thing was funny as hell.

  He hadn't even tried to get me to quit stripping. I needed it to feed. In fact, he hadn't even suggested that I stop. When he found out what I really was, he wasn't surprised. "You had to be. No woman can exude that much raw sexual energy and be human," he'd simply said when I finally broke down and told him. I'd made myself tell him everything before we got married.

  From that day on, he was the only man for me. Human or other. I hadn't wanted anybody else. Feeding from their lust as I danced at Full Exposure, I went home to my sweet, sweet Ryan and sated myself on his cock.

  And then he was gone. Taken by a drunk driver who thought those medians on the highway were just a suggestion. He'd hit Ryan head on and killed them both. He was lucky. If he'd survived, and I'd gotten my hands on him… They never would have found his body. Hell, he might even still be alive, just fervently wishing he wasn't. He took my love from me, that deserved five lifetimes of torture.

  My bedroom brightened as my eyes flared in anger.

  With a groan, I got up out of bed, heading for the kitchen. That's where humans insisted on keeping the coffee maker. On the nightstand seemed like a more logical place to me, but what the Hell did I know? I was just a demon. Humaning was hard. They had so many rules and inhibitions, it drove me insane.

  Ryn handed me a mug as soon as I exited the bedroom. I blinked in surprise. "Morning, Brat."

  "Morning, oh giver of life."

  I chuckled and followed her back into the kitchen. She scooped some eggs onto a plate with toast. "Is that for me?" I was joking. The kids knew I never ate breakfast.

  "Make your own." She stuck her tongue out at me. "Wait. Isn't it your job to make me breakfast?"

  "Dream on." I reached over and snagged a piece of her toast as she walked by and set her plate down in her usual spot at the nook table.

  She frowned and held her fork up in a threatening manner. "I will shank you."

  "Try it, pipsqueak, and you'll be eating your eggs out of the side of your head."

  "Most parents don't threaten their children and steal their food," Karl said as he sat down with his bowl of cereal. Ryn loved eggs. Karl, not so much. He was like me when it came down to eating breakfast.

  Ryn stared at her plate, suddenly quiet.<
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  "You okay, kid?"

  "Yeah. Just had another I miss Dad moment."

  Nodding in understanding, I took a swig of my coffee and stared out the window. All of us had gone quiet, each remembering Ryan. "So…excited about your first day of school?"

  They both shook their heads. Not that I could blame them. They had suffered last year, the school they attended was a non-religious prep academy. The same one their father had taught at. Since the day they started kindergarten, they got up with him, went to school with him, and came home with him. With him gone, they were lost. That part about me being a shitty parent became quite evident. Their attendance last year hadn't been the most stellar. I tried to distract them by taking them places—the mall, the beach, anywhere but there. It reminded us way too much of him.

  I'd been tossing around an idea in my head. Maybe it was time to get the kids thoughts on it. "So. I was thinking…"

  "Didn't we tell you not to do things you weren't used to?" Karl grinned at me and shoveled a heaping spoonful of Sugar Puffs into his mouth.

  I dipped the tip of my finger into his soggy cereal and flicked it at him.

  "Ewww. Now, I'm gonna smell like milk all day!"

  "Don't pick on your mother. She was thinking about you."

  Karl looked at Ryn. "Oh, boy."

  "What?"

  "Usually, when ‘rents say they've been thinking about you," Karl said with little enthusiasm, "it means that they're about to drop a bomb on you in your best interests. Unfortunately, what said units think is best for you is usually something that is going to suck monkey balls."

  I nodded. That was a fair assessment. Karl never ceased to amaze me. "Well, you're wrong in this case. I was thinking not only about you, but of you, too. Why I wanted your input to see if it was even feasible."

  "What?" Ryn scooped the last of her eggs into her mouth. "Wait. Let me guess. You want to go to the mall today and want us to go with you, skip school."

  "Well, shit. That idea is way better than the one I came up with. Let's just do that instead." I winked to let her know I was kidding.

  "Just tell us, Mom."

  "You guys want to move?"

  They both stared open mouthed for a moment. Then they looked at each other.

  "Where?" Karl finally asked.

  I shrugged. "Don't know. Anywhere but here. Too many memories in this house, and I just can't seem to get away from them."

  Karl reached over and put his hand on my arm, nodding in understanding. "Can we move someplace that has seasons? I've always wanted to see snow."

  "It's snowed in Orlando before."

  "Flurries don't count," Ryn chimed in.

  "Do you want to build a snowman?" I sang the question and earned two sets of eyerolls. My mission for the day, accomplished.

  "Actually, we kind of do. Dad used to talk about moving all the time."

  "He did?" That little tidbit was news to me. Demons liked warmer weather. The thought of snow actually kind of freaked me out a little. The thought of freezing my nipples off scared me a lot. Ryan knew that, and that was probably the reason he never asked, or brought it up to me. "Where?"

  "Everywhere. The thought of moving to a little town with actual seasons was one of his favorite story topics."

  "So, you guys seem a little excited. You're okay with this?"

  "Wish you hadn't waited until the day school started to bring it up, but yeah." Ryn pushed her plate away. "Did Dad have any family anywhere?"

  Ryan's parents had died when he was in college. He had distant cousins and an aunt and uncle. I'd met them at the wedding, but he never really talked about his family much. I never brought it up, because I was a friggin' demon. I'd originally told him I was an orphan, and being a succubus, that was pretty close to the truth. I had a sire and a dam, both of noble demon lineage. But as soon as I was brought into being, they handed me off to a wet nurse. They'd done their responsibility and procreated. The rest was up to me. If they saw me sitting around lamenting the demise of my late human husband and conversing with my half-human offspring, they probably would have been mortified. "Yeah, but I don't know where. Or even how to get in touch with them. They weren't exactly close."

  "So, anywhere we want?"

  I nodded. "You guys pick, and I'll start looking for a house. As long as it's not in a different country. That would open a whole can of worms."

  "That's fine! We find your terms acceptable." Ryn grinned. I had a feeling she already had a place in mind. "When?"

  "As soon as possible. No sense starting the school year if we're moving."

  "I've seen you go to some great lengths to avoid taking us to school, but this one tops it all." Karl started laughing.

  "What? If I didn't wanna take you to school, I'd still be in bed."

  "Uh huh."

  "I'm a great mother who takes pride in the education and wellbeing of her children!"

  They both started laughing.

  "I'm being serious here! Just you watch. When we get to the new house, I'll get you all enrolled, and might even volunteer at the school. Not like I have a job anyway."

  Karl turned to his sister. "Oh my God, Ryn. Could you imagine her with all the other moms?"

  "Remember when she had to take you to your soccer game because Dad had parent teacher conferences?"

  "And ended up missing them trying to persuade the cop to not arrest Mom?" They were both having trouble speaking around their laughter.

  "You two are hilarious." I picked up my mug and went to make a refill.

  I had just hit brew when the twins chimed in together, the freaky way twins often did, "We want to move to Boston."

  "Huh?" I turned slowly to see if someone had replaced my kids with insane replacements. "Why you wanna pick like as far away as possible to move? And how did you decide so quickly?"

  "We've actually thought about it before. It's because of Dad."

  "Because he went to college there?"

  They nodded.

  "The whole point of moving was to get away from all these painful memories, and you want to move to where he went to college?"

  "We won't actually be in college for four years…" Ryn took a sip of her orange juice. "Plus, we have no memories of Dad in college, just wondering what he was like when he was there. That's a lot different and makes me kind of happy."

  "Us," Karl added.

  I stared at them for a good long moment, until the Keurig sputtered the last of my coffee into my mug. Turning, I gave them my answer. "Fine. That kind of makes me happy, too. But we're not living in the city. We'll find a suburb. Nice house with a picket fence and no nosy neighbors."

  "Can we get a dog?"

  "No."

  Chapter 2

  With a nervous laugh, I turned the key in the brass deadbolt on the outside of the worn, but presentable, door. "This is it. You little shits nervous?"

  "Why would we be? It's a house, not school."

  "Yeah, well, you're starting tomorrow," I retorted, and pushed the door open. "Go pick your rooms, the movers weren't that far behind us when they stopped for gas."

  It had taken us two days just to drive from Orlando to Bickering. The kids had groaned when I showed them on a map how far it was from Boston, but I refused to move any closer than that. Human cities, really large ones, enticed way too many supernatural creatures to call it home. Yes, we lived in Orlando, but only two percent of that is downtown. The rest is hundreds of little suburbs spread out around it, and the only thing downtown was businesses, bars, and restaurants.

  "We could have at least moved to Salem," Karl reiterated for the thirteen-thousandth time since we'd headed north. "At least that place has some history. Bickering is a hipster mecca."

  "Which is what we are," I said, and took my first step into our new home.

  Ryn whistled in appreciation. Our house in Orlando was gorgeous, but modern. The houses in Bickering were older, but a different kind of beauty. Grandiose, with wood floors and crown molding. Studies
with wood walls. I'd fallen in love with it on the realtor's website. It had put a huge gaping hole in my funds, but at least we had a nice house. I took consolation that once the house in Orlando sold, some, if not most, of that money would funnel its way back into my bank account. If not, I could always start stripping again. I did kind of miss it. And the endless stream of sustenance.

  "Okay, maybe Bickering isn't so bad," Karl said as he looked up at the landing above, the polished oak banister, and the vaulted ceiling with ornate lighting illuminating the entrance with a warm glow.

  "Glad you finally see it my way. Go look at the kitchen."

  "Why bother? Not like we use it."

  I winced at the little jab. Mother of the Year, I was not. A fact that they never let me forget. Not out of spite, I think they appreciated my hands-off approach, but sometimes I think they got a little jealous of their friends who still had both parents and ate dinner at a table, talking about their day. Or staring at their cellphones like most families.

  "I'll burn you something for dinner."

  "I'm good. Chinese is fine." He grinned and headed toward the stairs. "Gonna go pick my room."

  "Not the big one with the bathroom, that bitch is mine," I called up after him.

  Ryn, in an uncharacteristically tender moment, hugged me before taking off after her brother. I didn't even get a chance to awkwardly pat her on the head. My usual response when they displayed affection.

  I was lucky they didn't hate me, but then again, I wasn't around much when they were younger. They spent the day with Ryan at school, and then when they came home, we ate dinner before I went to work. They were basically his kids. I was just the egg donor and incubator.

  "Damnit, Ryan," I whispered, and started up the stairs. Until the knock on the front door and the chime of the doorbell stopped me. Sighing, I walked back to the heavy wood door and flung it open.

  "That didn't take you long–" I stopped and blinked. I'd been expecting the movers, not a middle-aged couple standing there bearing a cake…

  "I know! We'd heard the place had sold and that you'd be moving in tonight or tomorrow, so I had a cake all prepared! Welcome to the neighborhood, neighbor!" Her shrill voice didn't match her looks. She had the typical suburban chicken-butt haircut, dirty blonde, but her ends were frosted platinum. She might have been athletic in her youth, but looked like she enjoyed eating. Not fat, nor chubby. Frumpy. Her face was positively beautiful, almost cherubic.