Peter Kurtzberg couldn't resist taking a look, just a quick peek over the cubicle wall.

Bobbi Ross was very pretty. She had a heart-shaped face that glowed with warmth and whenever she smiled, which was often, her blue eyes sparkled like precious stones. Her naturally blonde hair was cut short in a cute little bob.

If Kurtzberg was totally sure she wasn't looking he liked to run his gaze along the trim lines of her body, wishing it was his hands rather than his eyes roaming over her perfectly proportioned curves. Despite being dainty, her body was athletic and well-toned. Kurtzberg knew she worked out regularly at the gym.

Bobbi always got plenty of cards and flowers on Valentine's Day. In the middle of the cards and smaller bouquets was a gigantic floral arrangement. Kurtzberg was proud of it. It had cost a lot of money but he didn't mind. It was a small token of gratitude when compared with all the days her sunny presence at the office brightened up his life. It was a display of appreciation he'd never be able to give her in person.

He'd like to. God knows he'd pictured the moment, dreamed about it, fantasised even about telling her just how much he truly loved her.

He could never do it.

In his dreams she said 'yes' and there followed a whirlwind of candlelit dinners, expensive hotels and long lazy nights together in bed.

In his nightmares she laughed in his face and he woke up feeling like a bug smashed under a rock.

No, he knew he'd never be able to withstand that rejection.

It was just a silly dream.

This was better.

He wondered if she fantasised about the identity of her secret admirer. Kurtzberg hoped his gift brought as much joy to her as the sight of her every day in the office gave to him.

*****

"Aw, that's so sweet," Bobbi said as she opened and read the card that came with the large flower arrangement.

"And quite impressive," Greg David said. The single rose he'd bought her made him feel rather... small in comparison.

"Is that a note of envy I detect there?" Bobbi laughed.

"Nah, I got a card from the tall blonde in the mailroom," Greg said. "You know, the one with the large rack."

He laughed as Bobbi slapped him on the arm.

"Teaser, I should take away your sex privileges for that," Bobbi said.

"So are you going to tell me about your mysterious admirer then?" Greg asked. "Is he some tall, dark and handsome hunk I'll have to battle to the death in order to win back you affections?"

"Hardly," Bobbi smiled. "It's Peter."

"Kurtzberg?"

They both looked over to the cubicle where the office statistician made his home. A pale round face with spectacles ducked down behind the divider like a mole going down its hole.

"Kurtzberg," Greg laughed.

"It's sweet really. He thinks I don't know. He's had a crush on me ever since I first arrived at the office."

"And he's never said anything?"

"Oh god no. Thank goodness."

"So no desire to succumb to the ardent desires of the moleman then?"

Bobbi pulled a face. "Please."

*****

"Looks like you've got an admirer this year," the mail lady, an old woman who'd been at the office a long time, said as she placed a small package onto the table.

Kurtzberg looked at the small box. It looked suspiciously like a gift.

Kurtzberg didn't get gifts, especially not on Valentine's Day.

Puzzled, he picked up the box. It was wrapped in dark red shiny paper and topped with a little pink bow. Now who could this be from? Bobbi?

Kurtzberg's heart picked up a few beats.

No, surely not.

"Whoa, stop right there."

Kurtzberg inwardly winced when he heard Jacob Pak's voice.

"Is that an actual Valentine's Day gift?" Jacob continued. "Someone actually sent you a Valentine's gift? Hey everyone, look at this. Kurtzberg's got a secret lover."

Just leave me alone, Kurtzberg thought. He put on a forced smile as his co-workers crowded the cubicle wall.

"Now that's someone who knows what a proper Valentine's gift should be," Bettie Lee said, her pasty round face leaning over the cubicle wall. "I'll take yummy chocolates over flowers anytime."

"C'mon, don't keep us in suspense," Greg said.

Reluctantly, Kurtzberg tore away the red paper to reveal a plain black box.

"Not chocolates," Bettie said wistfully.

Kurtzberg took the lid off the box. Inside was a square black stone about the size of his hand. There was an inscription engraved into the surface, but the letters were so worn Kurtzberg couldn't read them.

He turned the stone over. On the other side was a carving of a ferocious looking female demon with horns, wings and a tail. The artist had over-emphasised her breasts and vagina.

What was it, Kurtzberg thought, some kind of fertility fetish?

"What an ugly thing," Bobbi said. "Why would anyone send that as a Valentine's gift?"

"Kurtzberg mate, I know you're desperate, but try to steer clear of the nut jobs," Jacob said.

Kurtzberg ignored him. There was a card on the bottom of the box. On the cover was a picture of a sexy cartoon devil. She was smiling as she pulled an overweight and balding man towards her by his tie.

"What does it say?" Bobbi asked.

Kurtzberg opened it and read the card aloud.

"The stone is a succubus tablet. According to myth it bestows erotic dreams on whoever owns it. Sweet dreams."

The handwriting was elaborate and feminine. Kurtzberg didn't recognise it. Underneath it was the red lipstick imprint of a full pair of lips.

"Sounds like the perfect present for Kurtzberg," Jacob said. "As the only place he's ever going to get any..." He tossed it up.

"Is in his dreams." Greg delivered the smash.

"Bada-boom," Jacob said, high-fiving Greg.

Fucking jerks, Kurtzberg thought, his face burning.

*****

Kurtzberg had a backlog of data to work through, so he didn't get round to leaving the office until after seven. The bars he drove past were already filling up with happy couples.

Kurtzberg went home to his cold, dark flat. The terms of his lease meant he couldn't even keep a pet. There was nothing and no one to greet him as he opened the front door and walked through into his living room. He slumped down in his armchair.

He wasn't going to wallow in self pity.

It never achieved anything. He'd figured out years ago the world wasn't fair. People weren't all the same. Not everyone could be athletic, good looking or smart. You could waste your life moping over what fate had failed to bestow on you, or you could make the best of what you had and get on with it.

Days like Valentine's Day were tough though. Out there he knew happy couples were staring lovingly into each other's eyes at romantic, candlelit dinners. All he had to look forward to was a microwave dinner in front of the TV.

He wasn't going to wallow in self-pity.

Kurtzberg looked down at the succubus tablet, his 'gift'.

Kurtzberg had accepted his own limitations and learned to live with them long ago. He didn't need to be reminded of them by people who took their own genetic good fortune for granted. They'd already been blessed with good looks and everything else. Why feel the need to fucking rub it in?

He wasn't going to...

Fucking Valentine's Day.

Kurtzberg threw the tablet across the room.

It didn't strike the far wall.

"Hey! Be careful. That's my calling card."

The table hadn't hit the wall because a petite girl had stepped out of the shadows and caught it. She was wearing an old fashioned telegram delivery girl's costume. Her long red hair spilled out from beneath a little peaked cap. The face beneath was pale and delicate, elfin almost. While her face looked delicate, Kurtzberg couldn't fail to notice how her uniform strained to cover her ample chest.

"Who are you?" Kurtzberg asked. "What are you doing here?"

How had she got into his flat?

The elfin-faced girl smiled.

"I'm here to deliver your Valentine's Day present," she said. "Me."

She started to unbutton her uniform, revealing the inviting chasm of her cleavage beneath.

Was this a continuation of Jacob and Greg's practical joke? Kurtzberg thought. Had they hired a tart to inflict further humiliation on him? Were they outside right now, waiting for the most incriminating moment to burst in, camera phones at the ready?

Then the girl stepped forward and Kurtzberg knew immediately that Jacob and Greg -- or any other human agency for that matter -- weren't responsible.

The horns, little red nubs protruding from her forehead, were noticeable, but it was her eyes that truly gave her away as not of this world. They were perfect black orbs. Staring at them was like staring through two peepholes into the abyss.

Kurtzberg gasped and crawled back into his chair.

"No, please don't be afraid," she pleaded, holding out her hands in an attempt to show she meant no harm. She looked so vulnerable something plucked at Kurtzberg's heartstrings.

"Are you a demon?" Kurtzberg asked. He couldn't believe he was asking the question.

The girl nodded coyly. She raised the folded points of two bat wings up above her shoulder and reached behind to present him the end of a slender red tail.

He couldn't be seeing this. She couldn't be real.

There was a long pause. Kurtzberg stared at the demon, every muscle tense with fear. She stood there with her tail in her hand, looking strangely pure and innocent, like a shy schoolgirl.

"Are you going to kill me?" Kurtzberg asked.

The girl momentarily looked stunned. Then she broke out into an open-faced smile.

"No," she laughed, "whatever gave you that idea."

"Um, you're a demon. Isn't that what you do?"

The girl laughed again. "Silly. That's lies spread by the other side. They never want you to have any fun."

"And you do?"

"Oh yes. Lots and lots of fun."

While they were talking the girl had slowly walked forwards until she stood right in front of Kurtzberg. She smiled mischievously at him and slowly popped the buttons of her uniform. Underneath she was wearing a sexy red bra with frilly white trim. Her breasts were considerably larger than Kurtzberg would have expected from a girl of her slim build.

During their conversation Kurtzberg had managed to crawl so far back into the chair his bum rested about halfway up the back rest. Both his feet were currently standing on the seat.

"I don't bite," the girl said. She gently grabbed his ankles and pulled him back down to a more natural sitting position.

Her scent drifted over him like a cloud. Kurtzberg didn't really have much of a clue when it came to perfume, but it smelt nice and he felt his heart pick up a few beats. She didn't seem all that threatening he supposed, more like a cartoon of a demon rather than a real actual demon.

A very cute cartoon, Kurtzberg thought, looking over her trim body. She had removed her uniform and was down to her bra and silky red panties. Her flesh was pale and smooth, like flawless marble.

"Do you like what you see?" she asked, giving her full chest a little wiggle.

"You're beautiful," Kurtzberg said.

"Oh thank you," the girl said. She stepped into the chair until she was straddling Kurtzberg. She bent over, giving him a close-up view of the lush valley between her breasts, and lightly kissed him on the forehead. The touch of her soft lips sent sparks crackling under his skin.

He was dreaming. That had to be it. He'd pushed himself so hard at work he'd fallen asleep as soon as he'd collapsed into the chair.

The girl sat down in his lap and ground her hips against him. She smiled and wiggled the top half of her body.

What a dream, Kurtzberg thought. He felt his cock jump to life in his trousers.

The girl winked and reached behind her back to unhook her bra. Her milky-white breasts fell unfettered before him and bounced hypnotically. He couldn't look away from her pale globes as she wiggled in his lap.

"Who sent you?" Kurtzberg asked in wonderment. This was the best gift he'd ever received.

"Shh," the girl said, putting a finger on his lips. "Don't you know it's bad luck to ask where a Valentine's gift came from."

The girl stepped off him. She twirled her body, swinging her hips in a sultry dance. Still smiling she hooked her fingers -- the fingernails were black and shiny like the carapaces of beetles, Kurtzberg noticed -- around the elastic of her panties. Her hips gyrated and the panties were sent spinning to the floor.

She was naked.

At first she teased Kurtzberg, keeping her legs tight together so Kurtzberg couldn't see the treasures hidden between them. Then they slowly came apart, revealing the smooth, hairless labia of her pussy. Her slender tail came up between her legs and the arrowhead tip lightly ran between the pale folds of her flesh.

She jumped back into his lap and ground her naked crotch against him with smooth thrusts of her hips. Kurtzberg gasped as he felt her grind against his erect cock. His underpants and trousers felt painfully constrictive.

"I think it's time for the real fun," the girl purred.

She reached down and unzipped his fly. A delicate hand reached in and gently extricated his cock. It was already slick with pre-cum after her lap dance. She pulled it up and out of his fly until it stood up straight and proud.

Her warm hand gently stroked up and down his shaft. She leaned forward, giving him a close-up view of her creamy white breasts, and raised her pussy up over his erection.

Was she really going to? Kurtzberg thought. His blood was pumping so fast through his veins he thought his heart might explode from the excitement.

She smiled and fixed her deep black eyes onto his. Gently she guided his cock to the opening of her vagina, holding him there as her labia kissed its head. She slowly sat down, engulfing his cock in the soft flesh of her vagina.

"Ohh." Kurtzberg could only moan incoherently as he felt her moist flesh contract around him. She was so soft and warm.

She moved her hips up and down with slow, languid strokes. Kurtzberg closed his eyes and lay back with his mouth slightly agape. This was heaven. It couldn't be a dream. It was too good to be a dream.

"Open your eyes," the girl said.

Her voice was different and strangely familiar. Kurtzberg opened his eyes and saw Bobbi's face in front of him, her eyes shut in ecstasy.

How?

His body didn't care. He started to thrust back at her, lifting both of their bodies up off the seat. It was Bobbi's body bouncing on his. It was Bobbi's breasts swaying in front of him. It was Bobbi's beautiful heart-shaped face flushed red with pleasure. It was Bobbi moaning at the intimacy of their bodies moving together.

It was too much.

Kurtzberg grunted loudly as the orgasm exploded from him. He pushed his hips up higher off the seat than before, driving his cock deep into her velvet warmth as he gushed semen into her hungry pussy. She pushed down against him and moaned in pleasure as her own orgasm quivered around his cock. Her vagina sucked hungrily at him, drawing every last drop of cum deep into her body.

Kurtzberg collapsed back into the chair, completely spent. Physically it had been perfect, the most wonderful release ever, but emotionally there was a hole, a nagging empty space he couldn't quite ignore.

Bobbi opened her eyes and Kurtzberg stared through them into dark abyssal depths. An involuntary shiver ran down his spine.

"I can fool your senses, but inside you'll always know I'm not her." Bobbi put her hands to her face and then dropped them to reveal the sad face of the succubus.

"I'm sorry," Kurtzberg said.

"Don't be silly," she said, her sad face transforming into a sunny smile. "I'm a demon. You're not supposed to fall in love with me."

She kissed him on the forehead again.

"I can get her for you," she whispered in his ear.

Really? Was such a thing within her power to grant? Kurtzberg's heart quickened at the prospect.

"I can see the great love you feel for her. You only need the opportunity to show it to her," she continued.

That was true, Kurtzberg thought. He always felt they'd be good together if only she could look past his exterior.

"What about Greg?" Kurtzberg knew he was better for Bobbi than Greg, but there was no way she'd look at him while Greg was still around.

"Mmm, you leave Greg to me." The succubus sat up and licked her lips. "I am a succubus after all."

She stared down at him with her jet-black eyes.

"All you have to do is give me the command and I'll make her yours."

Kurtzberg's blood quickened in his veins. Was it possible? Could she really do it? His heart ached at the prospect. He'd desired Bobbi for so long. Just a chance was all he asked for. He felt sure she'd reciprocate his desire if only she could see the depth of love he held for her.

"Yes," he said. "Please."

The succubus beamed with excitement and clasped her hands together. "I can be your Cupid," she said.

She leant forward and embraced him enthusiastically, squashing her full breasts against his chest. Her naked pussy rubbed against his cock and Kurtzberg felt it start to twitch back to life. The tip of her dainty little nose brushed against his as she stared into his eyes.

"A Cupid that's about to give you a thorough lesson in how to fuck." The succubus's voice dropped to a sultry rasp.

Kurtzberg felt something wind around his cock. Her tail, he realised with a start, before she guided him back inside her soft warmth and all conscious thought was blown aside by the wildfire of her lust.

"You're a nice boy," the succubus said, pumping her hips up and down faster than before, "just lacking a little self-esteem."

Oh god. She felt tighter this time and the friction was faster as she thrust her hips against him.

"I know it's hard to maintain that with all the bullies out there, chipping at you every day, making you feel inferior."

Her rhythm grew faster and faster and Kurtzberg groaned as he felt another orgasm rising within him.

"Yes. I think we'll sort that out first," the succubus said. She stared directly into his eyes.

Her vaginal muscles gave his cock a little squeeze at precisely the right point. He fired a rocket of his seed deep into her sucking vagina and lay back as the orgasm rolled on and on throughout his body. Crying out her pleasure, his succubus fell upon him, her unfurled bat wings drifting across them both like a blanket.

*****

"Whose idea was it to give Peter that horrible stone, yours or Jacob's?" Bobbi asked as she and Greg lay in bed together. The early morning sunshine had just started to creep in through the curtains.

"Not me," Greg said.

"Well you didn't need to join in," Bobbi said. "It wasn't very nice."

"No," Greg replied. "I got caught up in the moment."

It wasn't exactly his finest hour, he thought. The last thing he wanted was people around the office thinking he was another nasty little prick like Jacob.

"This is going to sound stupid, but I think I felt a little threatened when I saw the gifts he'd sent you," Greg said. "I never realised he had so much of a crush on you."

"It's harmless," Bobbi said. "Everyone at the office used to be completely horrible to him. I think I was the first person to talk to him like a decent human being. He's followed me around with puppy-dog eyes ever since."

"Feeling threatened by someone like that is kinda silly isn't it," Greg said.

"Yes," Bobbi smiled.

"Stupid dumb male hormones," Greg said.

"I feel sorry for him," Bobbi said. "No one ever invites him to anything. I don't think he has any friends outside of work either. He must be terribly lonely."

"He doesn't seem like a bad bloke," Greg said, "just, you know, kind of awkward."

"He saved Jennifer's house you know," Bobbi said. "The bank was going to repossess it after that louse of a husband ran off. He went through her finances and came up with a plan that the bank managers were happy with."
Greg paused in thought.

"I know. Why don't we ask him to come along to the usual after work drinks on Friday? You were saying how nobody ever invites him to anything," he said.

"That's really sweet," Bobbi said, snuggling against his neck. "Are you sure it won't bring out the jealous Neanderthal in you?"

"Nah, I've got nothing to fear," Greg said, smiling as he rolled on top of her. "No one knows your body as well as I do."

Bobbi sighed beneath him.

It looked like they were going to be late into the office again this morning.

*****

Kurtzberg didn't really know what his succubus had meant by 'sort that out first' until he saw Jacob walk, or rather shuffle, past his cubicle the next day. The other man appeared to be experiencing some discomfort. There was a peculiarly bow-legged quality to his gait. He ignored Kurtzberg completely.

A puff of familiar perfume caused Kurtzberg to turn his head.

His succubus was sitting on the desk. She was wearing a sexy secretary's outfit and her long red hair was tied back in an austere ponytail.

"What did you do?" Kurtzberg whispered. After their 'exertions' he'd fallen into a restful sleep in the chair. When he woke in the morning his succubus was already gone.

She flashed him an innocent looking expression.

Kurtzberg watched as Jacob gingerly tried to sit in his chair. The other man's face creased up in pain and he let out an involuntary grunt.

She put her thumb and forefinger together. Her tail flicked up and thrust back and forth through the hoop created by her thumb and forefinger.

Kurtzberg's eyes widened. He looked back at the other cubicle where Jacob was grimacing as he tried to sit down.

His succubus nodded. Her arrow-tipped tail thrust in and out faster.

Kurtzberg grimaced in mock sympathy and then his face cracked up in a smile. He doubled over, trying not to laugh out loud.

Ouch.

*****

Life was getting better, Kurtzberg thought. Seeing Jacob shuffle around like a man with a terminal case of piles would be the highlight of any week, but best of all Bobbi asked him for a date.

Okay, not a date exactly. She'd asked him if he wanted to join her and some friends for a few drinks after work. It was a start though. Proof that his succubus was already starting to work her magic.

She was here as well. Kurtzberg caught the scent of her familiar perfume as he entered the pub. Her horns, wings and tail were gone and her eyes were now a normal shade of green, but he could still recognise her as his succubus. She was wearing a stunning red dress. She winked at him before melting into the crowd.

"What do you want to drink?" Bobbi asked once they reached the bar.

"Um, just a coke please," Kurtzberg replied.

He was finding it a little awkward to look at Bobbi. The image of her body moving up and down on his kept entering his mind.

So it hadn't been her body technically, just his succubus wearing her face, but it was still strange to talk to her as if nothing had happened. Not that Kurtzberg was doing much talking. He added a few words to the general conversation, but mostly he was content to lurk on the fringes. He still felt included.

He was surprised when he felt a finger tap him on the shoulder and he turned to see it was Greg.

"I want to apologise for Valentine's Day," Greg said. "I was bang out of order."

Kurtzberg didn't really know what to say. Greg sounded genuine...

"I thought it was a bit of joking around," Greg said. "I didn't realise you have to put up with that shit all the time. Bobbi gave me a right bollocking about it I can tell you."

Greg looked over to Bobbi with a warm glance.

"I can always rely on her to give me a swift kick up the ass when I start acting like a prat," he said.

"You love her?" Kurtzberg asked.

"Fucking worship her mate," Greg said. "We're hoping to get married next year. I can't think of anyone else I'd rather spend the rest of my life with."

Kurtzberg was surprised. He'd thought Greg was just another pretty boy asshole, running the usual lines just to get inside Bobbi's knickers. Greg's affection appeared to be more than that though. It sounded genuine.

Genuine maybe, but not succubus proof.

Halfway through their conversation Greg suddenly lost interest. He stopped looking at Kurtzberg and instead started staring at a point beyond Kurtzberg's left shoulder. Kurtzberg turned and wasn't surprised to see his succubus walking by. She was a perfect vision of temptation in a bright red dress. She turned her head and shot Greg a glance with her emerald eyes that would have set even the frostiest of hearts on fire.

"Uh, excuse me," Greg muttered, before slipping away after her.

Kurtzberg watched him go and smiled. It was all going to plan.

The doubts surfaced when Kurtzberg went to the bar to get the latest round. Greg didn't seem like a bad bloke really. He and Bobbi seemed a happy couple.

And it was in Kurtzberg's power to tear them apart.

Could he? Should he? Did he really have the right?

On the other side of the room Greg had caught his prey, little realising it was the other way round.

Kurtzberg looked over to where Bobbi was talking with her friends. God, she was so lovely.

He looked back at where Greg was talking with his succubus. She had a hand on his hip. She turned and her green eyes met Kurtzberg's across the crowded floor. They momentarily turned black as she smiled in triumph. Her hand slipped lower and Greg jolted as if shocked.

Kurtzberg looked back at Bobbi. Soon there would be nothing in his way. It was how it should be. They were meant to be together.

"Have you seen Greg?" Bobbi asked when he returned with the drinks.

Did he tell her? Would that seem too much like gloating?

"Um..."

"Oh never mind, he's probably off chatting to some girl or other," Bobbi said. "He can be such a rogue sometimes. It's what I love about him."

"And you don't mind?" Kurtzberg asked.

"Men are men," Bobbi smiled. "They can't help looking. Any girl with issues about that is only going to make both her and her partner crazy."

Bobbi watched a well-built man in a muscle shirt walk past.

"And of course it means he can't complain either when I ogle the hunks," Bobbi whispered conspiratorially to Kurtzberg.

"It sounds like you have a good relationship," Kurtzberg said.

"Funny, I used to think relationship was a dirty word," Bobbi said. "That was because all the other ones ended when I found out the asshole had been screwing around behind my back. Then you find the right person and you know."

Bobbi went a little misty eyed.

"I'm so lucky to have Greg," she said.

She noticed Kurtzberg's downcast expression.

"Oh Peter, I'm sure you'll find that special person some day and know exactly what I mean. We just have to get you to come out from under your shell. Come over and talk to Cath and Jasmine. They won't bite."

Kurtzberg paused, a host of conflicting emotions battling in his mind.

It was true. She really loved Greg and he her. It wasn't some flimsy physical relationship. Kurtzberg could see that now.

Where did that leave him?

Did he want Bobbi, or did he want her to be happy?

Bobbi was happy with Greg. Could he really destroy that?

No, he couldn't. It wasn't his place.

He could be satisfied in the knowledge she was truly happy. That would be enough for him. Her light was still bright enough, even when viewed from afar.

Oh shit, he had to stop his succubus, before she did... well whatever she was going to do to Greg.

Kurtzberg rushed across the pub to where he'd seen them earlier. He tried to think of how he could get them apart. Maybe he could pretend she was his sister or girlfriend or something.

Kurtzberg smiled wryly.

His girlfriend. Now that would set tongues wagging in the office.

They weren't there.

Oh fuck. He really hoped his succubus wasn't murdering Greg or anything. She looked sweet and harmless, but she was a demon after all.

Kurtzberg stood on the spot and looked around the pub. He couldn't see them anywhere.

Had they gone outside?

There was a commotion taking place around the toilets. A group of drunken lads were clustered around the open door and loudly egging on whatever activity was taking place inside. Kurtzberg didn't know what that was, but he could hazard a good guess.

He pushed his way through the laughing and jeering onlookers to the entrance of the bathroom. The bright white lights and sterile tiles formed a strong contrast to the intimate yellow lights in the main room.

Greg was fucking his succubus on top of the sink counter.

Kurtzberg supposed he shouldn't be too surprised. She was a succubus after all.

Greg stood against the sink, his trousers and underwear around his ankles. His succubus sat on the counter, her red dress up around her waist and her thighs clasped around Greg's body. He thrust back and forth into her, completely oblivious to the audience watching.

"How fucking pissed...?" one of the lads said.

"Jammy fucker," another added.

His succubus turned and smiled at Kurtzberg. She ran a tongue over her full lips as she thrust her hips back at Greg.

There was a disturbance behind Kurtzberg. Someone was trying to push their way through.

"No Bobbi, you don't want to see. Trust me on this."

Bobbi stormed through and then stopped next to Kurtzberg. She looked like she had been petrified on the spot, an expression of shock frozen onto her face.

"Oh-oh," one of the drunken lads said, nudging his mate with a knowing wink.

The corner of her mouth trembled, the tip of the iceberg to the maelstrom of emotions seething beneath. Water welled up in her eyes as trembling cracks ran through the mask her face had become.

Greg turned to look at the crowd gathered around the entrance. He looked confused, uncertain of where he was or what he was doing.

"Bobbi?"

He looked back at the girl on the counter. He looked down to where his cock was currently buried up to the hilt in the other girl's vagina. Aghast, he suddenly became aware of what he was doing and who was watching while he did it. The colour drained from his face.

The succubus stared at Bobbi with her green eyes and pouted her lips. She crossed her ankles behind Greg's buttocks and pulled him close.

It was enough to take him over the edge. Greg gave a low moan and his body shuddered all the way up from his toes as he pumped the full contents of his balls into the succubus's waiting body. She sighed and closed her eyes as her own orgasm shuddered through her.

The lads in the crowd gave a beery cheer.

The juices from the aftermath of their sex dribbled down the front of the counter.

The succubus opened her eyes and stared brazenly at Bobbi.

Tremors became cracks, became chasms. Bobbi shattered with a brittle sob and turned and ran away through the leering crowd.

Kurtzberg followed. He knew now this wasn't what he'd wanted, but it was too late for regrets. It had happened and the best he could do was offer whatever comfort he could to Bobbi. This was his opportunity to show her how much he cared.

He found her outside in a highly distressed state.

"How could he. How could he," she wailed, flailing her fists against the walls.

"Are you okay?" Kurtzberg asked.

"Do I fucking look okay!" Bobbi screamed, her eyes flashing with rage. "That asshole. I thought he was the one and he ends up screwing the first slut that comes along. He's just like all the others."

"I'm sorry," Kurtzberg said.

What did he do here? Did he move to give her a sympathetic hug, or would that be too forward?

Kurtzberg stood awkwardly in front of her.

Bobbi fell against him, looking for a shoulder to cry on. Kurtzberg stiffly brought his arms up to hold her, still a little tentative and unsure.

"Fucking men," Bobbi cried. "All the bloody same. How could he. Right there in front of everyone."

"We're not all the same," Kurtzberg said. "Some of us care."

He paused.

"I care."

Bobbi stopped crying and looked up at him. Kurtzberg smiled down at her.

Yes, this would be the moment she saw how much he loved her.

Bobbi's face twisted in anger.

"Are you... I don't believe it... you choose a time like this to make a pass at me?"

Angrily she shoved him backwards.

"Of all the stupid, insensitive, cynical... Oh fuck off."

She turned her back on him and walked away.

"But..."

It wasn't supposed to happen like this.

He went to take a step after her, but one of Bobbi's friends blocked his way.

"It's not a good time," she said. "Best leave her alone, okay."

Kurtzberg stayed where he was and watched as they got in a taxi and drove off.

"But I love you," he murmured.

*****

It wasn't supposed to happen this way, Kurtzberg raged when he got back to his flat. She was supposed to see how much he loved her and love him back. He'd told her he cared and she'd told him to fuck off. That wasn't in the fucking script.

We need to get you out of your shell.

Yeah right. What did it fucking matter anyway? His shell was all people looked at anyway, this ghastly lumbering hulk of a shell. They never bothered to look inside to the real him.

Kurtzberg slumped into his armchair, surrounded by a black funk. He didn't know how long he stayed in that state. He was eventually shaken from it by traces of a familiar perfume.

His succubus had returned.

"Why so glum?" she asked in her sweet, innocent voice. "I thought tonight went so well."

"It didn't work," Kurtzberg said. He stared straight ahead at the wall. "She rejected me."

"Oh really," his succubus said.

There was something in her voice that caught Kurtzberg's attention. He got up out of the chair and turned to her.

His succubus stood in front of the door. Her great black bat wings were folded around in front of her like the robes of a priest. Her flame-red hair cascaded over her pale shoulders. She stared at Kurtzberg with eyes that smouldered like black coals.

"I think she might have had a change of heart," his succubus smiled. She slowly opened her wings to reveal...

"Bobbi!" Kurtzberg said, his heart quivering with excitement.

"I said I'd make her yours," his succubus said.

Bobbi was naked and every bit as gorgeous as Kurtzberg had imagined. He drank in her beauty. He knew she kept in good shape and now he could see it first hand in the flawless lines of her body. All was revealed to him. His eyes feasted on her gorgeous, perky little breasts, topped with delightful pink nipples. They devoured the cute little button of her naval in the perfectly flat expanse of her stomach. He saved the greatest treasure for last as he gorged on the exquisite vision of the lush cleft between her legs. Kurtzberg was drunk with excitement just looking at her.

"How?" he murmured.

"Mmm, we just needed to get you in the right mood didn't we," his succubus whispered into Bobbi's ear, her voice low and throaty. She gently nibbled on the lobe with her sumptuous red lips.

His succubus's hands -- strange, he hadn't noticed how much her black fingernails resembled claws before -- came round to cup Bobbi's breasts and play with her nipples. Bobbi's face was flushed and her eyes closed. Looking down Kurtzberg saw the reason why. His succubus had inserted her tail into Bobbi's pussy and was thrusting back and forth. Each deep thrust of his succubus's tail elicited a whimpering sigh from Bobbi.

Kurtzberg took a step forward and paused.

He remembered how Greg had been under the spell of his succubus. Taking advantage of Bobbi like this didn't seem right. He wanted the real Bobbi. Was this the same?

His succubus looked over Bobbi's shoulder and stared at Kurtzberg with her limitless black eyes.

"What are you waiting for?" she purred in a voice full of cloying honey. "She's ready for you."

Of course it was the real Bobbi. And she wanted him. He could see the desire in her face.

Kurtzberg tore off his shirt and charged forwards, his blood rising in him like a tidal wave. He wrapped his arms around Bobbi and crushed her to his chest. He'd wanted to hold her like this for oh so long. He brought his lips down and mashed them against Bobbi's in a passionate kiss.

His succubus folded her great wings around them, enveloping them in intimate darkness. Beneath her wings it was hot like a sauna and the potent combination of her perfume and the musky odour of sex made Kurtzberg feel giddy and light-headed.

He forced his tongue into Bobbi's mouth. His hands came up to cup her breasts. They were the perfect handful and ever so soft. He roughly squeezed them between his fingers, marvelling at the feel of her flesh.

His succubus pushed Bobbi down onto her knees until she kneeled before him like an altar boy. Kurtzberg needed no prompting as he dropped his trousers and underwear and finally freed his eager erection. His cock was long and hard and the swollen purple head throbbed with urgent need.

Bobbi took his cock into her mouth like she was taking communion. His succubus kneeled beside her, whispering honey-laced words in her ear while letting a hand roam down between Bobbi's legs. When she wasn't whispering, his succubus would turn her attentions to Kurtzberg's cock, lightly flicking the tip of a slender tongue along the underside of Kurtzberg's shaft.

Kurtzberg moaned. The pleasure was almost unbearable as he thrust his manhood into Bobbi's willing mouth. He gripped the side of her head and thrust harder and deeper, feeling his cock drive all the way into the back of her throat until she gagged. He exploded then, filling her mouth with torrents of his creamy white seed.

It wasn't enough to sate him. Years of pent-up desire and longing bubbled to the surface. He was like an animal released from its cage after years of captivity.

He pushed her onto her back and sat on her chest. His cock was still swollen and eager for more sensation. He roughly pressed her breasts together against his burning erection. He shoved his cock in and out of the channel of her cleavage until he exploded and splattered her chin and neck with sticky ropes of creamy white cum.

Still, he wasn't finished. This was merely the precursor to the feast to come. Between her legs her glistening gates awaited him.

He was going to fuck her. Oh god, he was actually going to fuck her. For so many lonely nights he'd dreamt of this moment without ever thinking it would come to pass.

He pushed her knees apart and brought the throbbing tip of his cock to the fleshy lips of her pussy. He paused, wanting to savour the moment. Perhaps...

He felt a reluctance he couldn't quite describe. Was it guilt?

"Mmm, how long are you going to tease her for?" His succubus whispered behind him with a languid purr. Her hot breath tickled his ear as she softly blew into it. Gentle hands caressed his shoulders and the back of his neck.

Kurtzberg plunged his cock deep into Bobbi's flesh. She was already wet and slippery with her own juices thanks to his succubus's attentions. He glided right inside her where it felt...

Oh, it was heavenly. It was Bobbi. It was Bobbi's moist flesh wrapped all around his cock.

He pounded into her, harder and faster, her delicate body bucking and shuddering beneath him. He felt a tickling sensation between his legs as his succubus lightly flicked the underside of his balls with her tail. It spurred him on further. He roughly grabbed Bobbi's buttocks and held her in place as he rammed his cock into her, harder and harder.

Oh. Fuck. Yeah.

He groaned, picked Bobbi's hips up off the floor and then slammed them back down with his body crashing down on top of her. Deep within her fleshy folds his cock erupted for a third time, blasting a geyser of his sperm into her body.

Still it wasn't enough. Her body was a feast he wanted to gorge upon until he vomited.
He stood up and watched as his succubus turned Bobbi onto her front.

"Such a pretty little rosebud," his succubus said, running a long black claw around the rim of Bobbi's anus. "All ready to bloom."

Kurtzberg was still rock hard. He ran a hand up and down a shaft slick with his own cum and Bobbi's bodily juices. He watched as his succubus thrust her own tail up into her vagina. She moaned with pleasure as she twisted and turned it around. It came out dripping with her thick vaginal juices.

She flashed Kurtzberg a dirty smile before her tail struck like a snake and plunged deep into Bobbi's ass. The other girl yowled. It sounded more like the noise a cat would make than a human being. Bobbi quivered and shook as his succubus pushed her tail deeper inside her. Finally she orgasmed loudly and wetly, a pool of her juices spreading out underneath her pussy as she sprayed the carpet in her ecstasy.

"Mmm, yes," his succubus chuckled.

Bobbi was hooked, speared on his succubus's tail and a helpless slave as it stimulated the intimate centres of pleasure within her. She writhed in the grip of powerful, uncontrollable orgasms. His succubus played her like a glove puppet, laying bare all of her feelings and sensations.

Then it was his turn. He couldn't wait as he crouched down behind her. Her anus seemed so small in comparison to the bulging purple head of his cock. He pushed against the entrance, feeling resistance at first, but then he was through into the forbidden pleasures beyond. His succubus sat with her thighs wrapped around Bobbi's head, smothering the other girl's cries in the warm flesh of her pussy.

Tight, Kurtzberg thought. Ooh yes tight.

He pushed harder, feeling her passage stretch until something gave and she finally accepted his full length. Beneath him Bobbi thrashed and shook, sending pleasurable vibrations quivering up his shaft.

Fuck, that felt so good. Her flesh, slick with the succubus's lubricant, pressed tightly all around his cock. He only managed a couple of thrusts before the most powerful orgasm of the night washed over him. He lay on top of her, quivering helplessly as spurt after spurt of sperm pulsed from his cock and into her tight little ass.

Finally spent and wonderfully sated, Kurtzberg pulled out of her and lay on his side next to her. His body glowed with a warm, post orgasmic bliss. It had been the most perfect lovemaking ever.

Kurtzberg placed a hand on Bobbi's neck and let his fingers brush through her silky hair. He nuzzled the bare flesh beneath.

"I love you," he whispered in her ear.

Bobbi turned away from him, her body curling up into a foetal position.

"Is there something wrong darling?" Kurtzberg whispered. "You're shivering."

Kurtzberg moved round to her other side.

"Darling...?"

He saw her eyes.

They were flat, empty, glass. The eyes of a doll.

A broken doll.

A doll he'd broken.

No!

Kurtzberg skidded back in horror.

What had he done?

Bobbi stared right though him. There was nothing in her eyes. No accusation, no shame, no guilt, no anger, nothing. Whatever she stared at, it existed purely within the confines of her own mind, what little of it remained. She brought up a thumb and sucked it like a newborn.

Oh god. What had he done?

He looked at the rest of her naked body. Her breasts and buttocks were marred with purple-black bruises, bruises he'd left with his own groping fingers. She lay defiled in puddles of sticky white cum. His cum. And worst of all, that dark streak dribbling out from her ass, was it blood?

What had he done!

His succubus appeared over Bobbi like a vulture. She looked into the girl's bruised face. "I think it's all been a little too much for her, poor dear," she chuckled, cruelty oozing from her voice.

Kurtzberg stumbled backwards, his mind still staggering from the enormity of what he'd done. He collapsed into his chair. His stomach convulsed and he vomited over the arm of the chair, following it up with a series of racking sobs as tears streamed down his cheeks.

"There, there," his succubus said, gently patting him on the back. "I'll cheer you up."

She padded round to the front of the chair. She pushed him back and hopped on to straddle him.

Kurtzberg wasn't in the mood. He went to push her off.

His succubus hissed, baring a frightening set of fangs. She shoved his arms away and forced her body on top of his.

Kurtzberg was shocked. He'd never seen her act so... feral. The first pinpricks of fear penetrated his shroud of despair.

His succubus wanted sex and wouldn't be denied. She growled as she ground her hips against his. She rubbed her heavy breasts against his chest. Her lips crushed against his, stealing his breath and replacing it with crackling fire.

Kurtzberg's fear -- and shame -- wilted against the furnace heat of her lust. His mood did not matter. His body was no longer his to control. Blood surged into his cock and -- with a hiss of triumph -- she thrust her hips down and engulfed his burgeoning erection with one swift movement.

Kurtzberg gasped. Inside she was far tighter and hotter than he'd felt before.

His succubus cried with wild passion. She put her hands on Kurtzberg's shoulders and pushed him down in the chair. Her full breasts bounced before him as she thrust her hips against him, faster and faster.

She was hurting him. Her vagina was too hot. The heat was burning his skin. There was no softness either. Her vaginal muscles felt like bands of iron. They gripped his cock like a vice.

"Stop," he pleaded.

The succubus chuckled, a sound like fat boiling from a charred corpse.

Kurtzberg looked up and was horrified by what he saw. The succubus rose above him, both terrible and beautiful. She squeezed her breasts together with claw-tipped hands as she moved up and down on his body. Her eyes burned with red flames as she looked down on him. Her great black wings opened out behind her and became his entire world.

Kurtzberg was somewhere else. His chair was both in his flat and also suspended in the cold darkness of an endless black void. He smelt traces of sulphur and flesh burned to charcoal. He heard the echoes of clinking chains and the piteous screams of the eternally damned.

Not all of his flat faded away. He could still see her as she lay curled up on his floor. Naked. Bruised. Violated. Her empty eyes turned inwards to sights only she could see.

A broken doll.

His broken doll.

Kurtzberg turned back to the succubus, tears streaming down his cheeks. He understood now.

"Take me," he said. "I deserve it."

"Such a nice, succulent boy," the demon said. A boiling tongue licked the tears from Kurtzberg's cheeks.

She clenched around his cock. Wickedly sharp hooks sprang from her vaginal walls and sank not into his flesh, but into something far deeper and more precious to him.

"I did relish ruining the love of the girl and her boyfriend," the succubus said.

She rocked and rotated in his lap. Kurtzberg's face contorted with agony as he felt something deep within him stretch and pull away from the moorings of his flesh.

The succubus smiled, her eyes burning with red flames. She lightly kissed Kurtzberg on the lips.

"But your soul will be a feast I'll savour for aeons," she whispered in his ear.

Kurtzberg moaned in pain. The agony was unbearable. She clenched harder and her inner teeth tugged until Kurtzberg finally felt something snap. His mind dislocated with it as his spirit was ripped from his body and reeled into the unquenchable hunger at the heart of the demon, leaving behind the empty hollow hulk of his body.