Suddenly a Succubus - Book Five
Copyright© 2025 by Nyx Nyghtingale
Chapter 56
Supernatural Sex Story: Chapter 56 - After months of chaos and magical threats, a new semester finally dawns for Aurelius University. Amara and friends have settled into a new and jubilant routine, working with other students to keep the campus safe while they work on repairing the Planar Gate. While minor threats from The Wilds occasionally crop up in the background, Vee finds herself struggling with a new problem: her angelic powers are beginning to fade. Can she keep herself, and her friends, safe without them?
Caution: This Supernatural Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Romantic Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction School Ghost Magic Demons Oral Sex
Faint rays of sunlight, already muffled by the thick clouds that persistently hung in the sky over Aurelius University, softly drifted past the cheap blinds of the college dormitories before landing on the carpet below. At first, the sunbeams went completely unnoticed by the person who called this dorm room home, though not because she had lost herself in the comforting arms of slumber.
Chloé Belmont, the girl whose very being had somehow been scattered between multiple planes of existence, didn’t sleep anymore.
The only way to relax was to revert to her natural state, which, as best she could tell, was some kind of ethereal, formless thing only held together by her own consciousness. While in that state, she hovered between Earth and Purgatory, and perceiving anything happening on campus meant putting in just a little more effort than she preferred. The beams of sunlight that slowly crept across her floor, for example, barely looked any different than the rest of her room.
She eventually pieced together the distinction, and prepared herself to face the coming day. Sunlight meant dawn, which meant she only had an hour or so left before it was time to get ready for classes. Her roommate, Kendra, was likely to get up early and make herself breakfast, and it was a good idea to show herself to avoid any suspicious absences from Kendra’s point of view.
Until Kendra woke up, however, the night was still hers.
So she waited.
She looked at her computer, filled to the brim with interesting games and movies, and recalled how much effort it would take to keep herself manifested enough to engage with any of them. Effort that, if she expended now, she might not have the next time someone accidentally bumped into her in a hallway at school. How would she explain to a stranger that their arm had just phased through her body?
No, better to wait and avoid the risk.
She instead watched the beams of sunlight as they continued to fill the room, trying to get better at judging the passage of time through their movement. Once she felt like half an hour had passed, she reached for her phone and checked the time. She’d been a little off, it had actually been closer to forty-five minutes, but she was still happy that she’d been somewhat close. After manifesting enough to unplug her phone, she tucked it in her pocket and began preparing for her walk to the front door.
She flew into the common area, confirmed that Kendra was awake and making a mess as usual, then returned to her room and committed to her physical form. Sound, color, and gravity all appeared at once, literally and figuratively grounding her as she reached for the handle.
“Morning, Kendra,” Chloé muttered, along with a non-committal wave.
“Oh, Chloé, hey!” Kendra said, looking over her shoulder. “Any chance you could pick up the kitchen at all today? It’s getting a little messy.”
Of course it’s messy, you never clean up after yourself...
“Um, I’ll try, but I’m pretty swamped with classes and homework today,” Chloé said.
“Ugh, you’ve been saying that ever since the semester started! What on Earth did you do to your schedule, girl?” Kendra groaned.
Chloé pretended to have a text come in, looking quickly at her phone. “Sorry, gotta run!” After one last wave goodbye, Chloé walked out the front door and closed it behind her. Thankfully, fortune had her back this morning, and the hallway was completely deserted. With a sigh of relief, she retreated to her natural state and began heading towards her first class of the day.
To avoid any accidental voyeurism, she flew up through the ceiling and made sure to skirt around other dorm rooms as she traveled. She passed through walls, doors, and floors as easily as she’d previously walked across a room, though she still found a bit of excitement each time she emerged dozens of feet above the campus. Hovering over the sidewalks that crisscrossed between buildings, she had a spectacular view of Aurelius University, and at times she flew high enough to appreciate the massive forest preserve just outside of campus.
Within minutes, she’d arrived at Brandt Hall. The ability to phase through walls meant she’d arrived quite early, so she passed time by simply floating above the desks in the classroom and watching the clock. As she waited, she checked her phone to see if any texts had come in during the several seconds she’d manifested back in her dorm.
Predictably, there were none.
As she stared at her phone, her eyes lingering on the complete lack of service it got while suspended between planes, she considered shifting it back to Earth to check again, but decided against it. Instead, she slid her backpack off and manifested it atop a desk in the back corner of the classroom. Then, after most other students had arrived and class was moments away from starting, she flew towards the nearest bathroom to prepare.
The irony of her current situation was not lost on her. After finally coming to terms with her transgender identity, public bathrooms had immediately become a source of great distress. In her hometown, using a public bathroom always carried the risk of being confronted by someone who was determined to make her life miserable. For years, she did everything she could to avoid using public bathrooms at all, but thankfully people at Aurelius University never gave her trouble. Now, as she constantly fought against the limitations of her physical form, public bathrooms had become a bastion of safety.
No one questioned people walking into or out of the bathroom. Their existence mostly faded into the bathroom, and because students normally only spent a few minutes inside, it was never suspicious to see someone leaving a bathroom that you didn’t see enter. In Chloé’s case, all she had to do was wait until the bathroom was empty, manifest in a stall, then walk out into the building like she was a perfectly normal human.
From there, it was a quick walk to the classroom, at which point she walked over to her backpack and slid into the desk she’d reserved for herself. She angled herself out slightly, making sure she had perfect vision of the students in front of and beside her, then took the risk of removing her own tangibility.
The burden of manifestation receded slightly, and she did her best to focus as class began in earnest.
She listened as best she could, occasionally restoring the sense of touch in her hands to take notes, all while paying careful attention to the students around her. For better or for worse, people had a habit of ignoring her, and she wasn’t about to argue with the good fortune of not being incredibly popular.
Roughly an hour and a half later, her first period of respite arrived. She let all the other students leave first, to ensure no accidental bumps, then carefully picked up her things and returned to the bathroom.
Alright, Chloé, one class down. Let’s keep it up!
The first class was always the easiest, but she tried to stay optimistic as she closed a bathroom stall behind her. Another deep sigh, a release of tension, and her body disappeared once more. She let a few minutes pass, and as soon as the bathroom was completely empty, she unlocked the stall and started off towards her next class.
Unfortunately, both corner seats had been claimed by the time Chloé arrived.
Ugh, shoot. Why are they here so early? Okay, think. Is it better to get a better seat early, or wait longer but get a worse seat? Probably the latter, right? I’m already starting to feel some exhaustion kicking in, and trying to stay tangible for an entire class sounds like a nightmare.
Her decision made, she once again emerged from the nearest bathroom. As she entered the classroom, however, her heart skipped a beat as she saw Sam sitting in the front row. His messy brown hair had grown out slightly over Winter Break, and his muscular physique was somewhat hidden beneath a thick sweater. He smiled as Chloé walked in, scattering a flock of butterflies in her stomach as she returned his enthusiastic grin.
“Hey, Chloé, there you are!” Sam said, gesturing towards his jacket that he’d draped over the desk next to him. “Here, I saved you a seat!”
How could I forget about Sam’s class? Okay, you can do this, it’s worth it. He’s worth it!
“Sam, thank you so much!” Chloé said, taking a seat next to him. As she did so, he immediately leaned over and clapped a hand on her shoulder, causing her to blush for a moment while also trying extra hard to keep herself physically present.
“How’ve you been? Do anything fun over the weekend?” he asked.
“Um, nothing really ... A couple shows, a bit of gaming, it wasn’t too crazy. What about you? Get any good games in?”
Relaxing back into his seat, Sam began pulling folders out of his backpack. “Nah, nothing too crazy. Got a good workout in, but otherwise it’s been about the same. You still enjoying Cyberpunk? I heard it’s been a pretty rough launch, but admittedly I haven’t played it myself.”
Okay, what about gravity? As long as I focus, I won’t need to grab the desk too hard to keep myself seated.
Quickly freeing herself from gravity’s hold, Chloé redoubled her grip on the desk to prevent herself from floating away. “It’s definitely buggier than I was expecting, that’s for sure, but I’m still having fun with it. It’s a really pretty world, and I like a lot of the writing! Although, I’ll admit weird bugs don’t always break my immersion as much as they might for other people.”
Their conversation drifted into generic small talk for a few minutes before the professor called for everyone to quiet down. At that point, as nice as it was to sit next to Sam, it was hard to deny the extra strain of keeping herself tangible at all times. He was a fairly affectionate person, something that had made her feel welcomed and appreciated only a few months prior, but now that appreciation came at a cost.
On two separate occasions, she was forced to fight off one of her strange spasms. She didn’t fully understand them, but to the best of her understanding, they were simply a side-effect of trying to overextend her manifestation abilities. In her mind, she likened them to the cramps she used to get when she overused weak muscles back when she had a normal body.
The second time, Sam even noticed that she wasn’t feeling well. He leaned closer, placed a hand on her arm, and whispered “Hey, you doing alright? You look a little pale.”
“Yeah, I’m...” Chloé winced, putting all her focus into preventing her body from disappearing or her hair turning white. “Just a bit of, uh, back pain. It’ll pass.”
Seconds later, the spasm ended, and Chloé flashed a weak smile at Sam before the both of them turned their attention back to class. With only fifteen minutes left at that point, she tried to focus on the upcoming break she had, during which she’d be able to recuperate some of her strength. The seconds ticked on, minutes slowly adding up as she watched the clock, and finally the moment arrived. The professor wrote their homework assignment on the board, she took a moment to record it like she always did, then she packed up her backpack as quickly as she could.
Beside her, Sam tried to speak up, and she was forced to cut him off. “Sorry, Sam, but I need to run. I’ve got some painkillers, but I need to get to the bathroom first.”
Seemingly alarmed at her insistence, Sam simply nodded before Chloé turned and bolted for the exit. Every fiber of her being screamed in protest as she walked, and each step threatened to shake her already tenuous hold of the gravity holding her to the floor. Approaching the exit, she saw several students lingering and blocking the doorway. Without a second thought, her desperation forcing her hand, she raised her voice and spoke as sharply as she could to make a path for herself.
“Excuse me!”
Two of the students gave her nasty looks and rolled their eyes, but she didn’t care. She needed to let go, to take a breath after more than an hour of intense focus, and she likely only had seconds left. The sounds of the students around her began to cut in and out, her vision briefly flashed to a colorless view of familiar, flat grays, and her pinky finger phased through the handle of the bathroom before the rest of her hand found purchase. She pushed open the door, ran for a stall, and locked it behind her before gasping and letting go.
Her form scattered, returning to its natural state as she retreated from the world around her. The relief caused her to shudder, and for a brief moment, she wondered what that might even look like for someone like her. That thought disappeared as quickly as gravity’s hold on her, and she instead decided to start heading towards her next engagement. When she phased out of the bathroom, however, she saw Sam nervously sitting on a bench just outside.
Watching him wait, it became increasingly obvious that he was there for her, and a mix of adoration and apprehension washed over her.
God, he’s so wonderful. He’s waiting for me! He honestly even looks a little worried! Ugh, I wish I could tell him the truth, but even then, what do I say? “Hey, Sam, I don’t fully exist on this plane anymore and my body is only a temporary manifestation of my strength!”
I need to go out and tell him not to wait. I can’t just ditch him.
Knowing it was going to be difficult, Chloé returned to the bathroom and prepared for another few seconds of manifestation. She glanced at herself in the mirror, noticed a small lock of white hair, and made sure to focus on it before walking out into the hallway.
“Chloé! Hey, are you ... feeling any better? I got a little worried, I’ve never seen you bolt like that before,” Sam said.
“That’s so sweet, Sam,” Chloé said with a soft smile, “but I promise I’m okay.”
“Is there anything I can do to help?” he asked. “I can carry your backpack or something. Heck, if it would make things easier, I’d totally carry you if you wanted me to!”
As he laughed, a wonderfully cute thing that dared to give Chloé hope that maybe he liked her the way she liked him, she knew she had to turn him down. She shook her head slowly, fighting back another small spasm as she spoke. “No, that’s ... that wouldn’t really do anything. Look, I’ve got to check a few more things, I think you should head out without me, okay?”
Sam smiled, and Chloé had a feeling he was forcing his way through a small bout of dejection. “Oh ... okay, yeah, that’s fine. You’d let me know if there was something I could do, right?” he asked.
Chloé nodded. “Promise.” They shared one last look before she returned to the bathroom. Once inside, she demanifested again, though this time the action was paired with an immense sense of guilt as she pictured Sam walking away, unsure if Chloé even wanted his help or not.
The whole time she flew towards Lysander Hall, she painstakingly picked apart everything Sam had said the last two hours. Did he mean anything with his offer? Would he have tried to help anybody in that situation, or was there something special about her? How would he even carry her when gravity meant nothing? Thoughts of being wrapped up in his arms overwhelmed her other conflicting emotions, and before she knew it, she’d arrived in the basement of the building.
Here, hidden behind an illusory wall, there was a magic circle connected to Purgatory. Tessa had previously altered it to serve as a bridge between planes, and because of that, it was the one place on campus in which Chloé was able to manifest without undue burden on herself.
Phasing through the surrounding walls, she moved into the circle and grumbled as she tossed her backpack down. Gravity found her once again, as did the rest of her senses, and she huffed in frustration as she allowed herself to collapse on the ground, using her backpack as a pillow while she bemoaned her situation.
“Rough morning?” Amara asked, looking up from the back corner of the room.
“It’s so stupid!” Chloé moaned. “Sam was being so nice today, and he even offered to carry me, and I had to say no!”
Before she realized what was happening, Chloé felt Amara’s tail wrap around her shoulder and pull her closer. Soon Chloé’s head was resting in Amara’s lap, and her demonic friend was gently brushing the hair from her eyes. “Is this a powers thing? Did he notice you were struggling?”
“ ... Yeah...” Chloé grumbled, turning sideways to avoid looking up at Amara. “I know I shouldn’t be complaining, that it’s a miracle I’m still alive after what happened to me, but I’m sick and tired of feeling like I can’t just ... live my life, y’know? I can’t play video games at night because I need the strength to make it through classes without drawing suspicion. I can’t make friends with anyone that’s not in the AV Club because how am I supposed to explain my condition?”
“You’re not alone in this, Chloé,” Amara said. “We’re right here with you, and we’re always happy to help however we can. I get how sucky it is to feel like some innate part of you is holding you back.”
Chloé sniffed, holding back tears as she took a deep breath. “Ugh, I know. You’re all wonderful, and I’m so happy at how much time I’ve been able to spend with you guys, but that doesn’t make the rest of my day any easier. I mean, look at us now,” she said, gesturing to the room around them. For all intents and purposes, it looked like they were trapped in the small room, which had no doors, windows, or openings of any kind. “You’re going out of your way to hang out with me here, because it’s the only place I can do homework without completely exhausting myself, but that still kinda sucks, right? That the only place I can be normal is a tiny room 99% of the campus doesn’t know exists?”
Amara went quiet for a few moments, rubbing Chloé’s shoulders with her tail before speaking up. “Have you tried talking to Tessa about this? It’s a magical problem, so maybe she could help figure out a magical solution? Heck, she’s been spending a bunch of time with Imani, too, and I hear she’s also pretty smart at all that witchy rune stuff.”
“And what, take away precious time that she needs to try and piece together the gate? She’s still trying to figure out a way to get that wolf back to The Wilds! I can’t just ask the only witches I know for help every single time I encounter a problem.”
“Chloé, they’re your friends. You seriously think they don’t want to help you?” Amara asked, playfully slapping the side of Chloé’s cheek with her tail. “Fuck, if there were something I could do to help, I’d drop everything to get it done as fast as I could. Sadly, this isn’t a problem I can fix with punching, fire, or sex.”
Amara’s last words brought a small laugh to Chloé’s lips. “It’d be pretty cool if it were, though. I’d love to see that.”
“Which part?” Amara said, her tone somewhat playfully suggestive.
“Obviously the part that wouldn’t get me in trouble with your girlfriend,” Chloé said, giggling somewhat as she mentioned Vee. It had already been a month since Amara and Vee had started dating, and she was still getting used to seeing them together. On several occasions, she’d been tempted to call it a match made in Heaven, but with full knowledge that Heaven would heavily disapprove of their union, she avoided saying it in hopes of not drawing their attention.
With a bit of weight off her chest, Chloé pulled herself up until she was sitting opposite Amara. “Oh, did you bring that thing you were talking about last time? The game thing?” Amara asked.
“Oh, shit, that’s right!” Chloé reached for her backpack and pulled it open, digging through its pockets until she found her 3DS. It was a special edition, one that was completely gold and decorated with masks from one of her favorite video games. When she’d last met Amara here, she’d suggested that she should bring a portable game system to test if she might be able to at least game in this circle, if not at home. It had taken ages to find her old charger, but now that it was fully charged, she was excited to see if it worked down here.
For reasons no one completely understood, the magic circles scattered around Aurelius University heavily interfered with electronics. Phones routinely lost their battery at increased rates, lost all service, and sometimes experienced other random errors. Chloé’s hope was that, as an older device, her 3DS might be immune to whatever magical effects prevented phones from working.
She clicked the power button, then held her breath as the familiar start-up sequence began. First, a simple black screen, then a few seconds of waiting, then the main menu appeared. At first, the small collection of game icons seemed unaffected by the circle, but as she attempted to scroll through the programs, the telltale signs of magical interference appeared. Strange lines appeared on the screen, the images began to smear and blur together, and pixels occasionally vanished, as if they’d only just died. Attempting to boot up her game yielded only more errors, and eventually she gave up, powering down the 3DS entirely.
Chloé’s shoulders sagged as she sighed. “I should’ve expected that ... Nothing else works around these stupid circles.”
“Aw, fuck,” Amara muttered. “I was really hoping that would work.”
“It’s okay, it’s not your fault...” Chloé reluctantly turned off the 3DS before pushing it into her backpack again. Instead, she pulled out her planner and some folders, hoping to distract herself by working on her homework.
As she scattered papers and notebooks around her, happy that she at least had a space where she could pretend to be somewhat normal, she tried to look on the bright side. She remembered saving Tessa’s life last month, helping to take down the two mad witches previously in charge of the coven, and how she’d stopped that wolf from hurting Vee the other week. Yes, things were difficult, but it wasn’t all bad.
Plus, it was finally time for the first AV Club meeting later today, and the Dean was planning on attending. If all went well, they’d soon have access to official school resources in some capacity, and she was excited to share the news with everyone else. There, at least, she could be among people that understood what was going on with her.
After walking down the basement stairs in Whitmore Hall, Nick opened the basement door and discovered he was the first one to arrive. Hardly surprising, given the meeting didn’t start for another half an hour. He and the girls had finished cleaning up the classroom here over the weekend, but that didn’t change the fact that they didn’t actually have a key for it. Everyone with magical abilities had a way to get inside, but seeing as Nick had no such abilities, his access was reliant on his friends being present. Instead, he moved over to a nearby couch and threw his backpack down, falling into the cushions next to it as he pulled out his phone.
Predictably, the AV Club group chat was fairly busy, as everyone was looking for reminders about when and where today’s meeting was. With time to spare, Nick sent everyone the details one last time, then kicked his feet up on the nearby table to relax until his friends arrived.
Thankfully, he wasn’t waiting long, though he was caught off guard by Chloé’s sudden appearance once again. He’d been listening to footsteps as his queue that people were arriving, and instead the door to the classroom opened seemingly on its own just after the lights turned on. As much as he’d gotten used to Chloé’s strange new existence, it was always strange to discover you weren’t entirely alone in a room when you’d previously thought otherwise.
He hopped onto his feet, said hello to Chloé, then began setting up chairs for today’s meeting. Soon after he started, he saw another chair begin to move across the room and quickly spoke up.
“Chloé, I’ll take care of it. You just take this chance to rest, okay?”
There was no answer, but Nick expected as much. It was hardly the first time he’d needed to push Chloé into taking a break for herself, and he knew it wouldn’t be the last.
It only took ten or so minutes to get the classroom ready. The chairs were ready, the markers by the whiteboard were fresh out of the package in case anyone needed to write anything, and he’d pulled down the shade they’d installed on the window in the door. It was only a few minutes after finishing that students started arriving, and Nick positioned himself just outside the classroom to welcome everyone as they filtered in.
The first person to arrive was a somewhat slender man with bright blue hair and pale beige skin that had a bag slung across his body.
“Kenji! How are you doing, man?” Nick asked, reaching out for a handshake. “Any new songs yet?”
“Are you kidding? The semester started, like, two weeks ago, bro. I’ve got a few ideas, but I need time to massage them into something useful, you know?” Kenji said, a smile on his face.
Closely behind Kenji were two other guys. One of them had dirty blonde hair and a matching goatee, while the other was slightly taller with long black hair that he kept tied behind his head. These two students had originally been part of Wellington’s cult, but were ultimately spared from the tragic fate of being pulled down into Hell. As awkward as it was for some, Nick always made sure to stay friendly with them, as he knew they were trying to put their past behind them.
“Mark, Chris! How’s the semester going for you?” Nick asked.
“It’s been ... quiet,” Mark said softly. He was always the nicer one, and Nick theorized that he’d been pulled into the cult’s activities partially against his will. “Good quiet. I needed a break from all the chaos, and it’s been nice to just get back to classes.”
“That’s great! Glad things are going well, we’re certainly happy to have you.” Nick shook Mark’s hand then turned to look at Chris.
After a moment’s hesitation, Chris shook his hand as well. “Doing alright, I guess.”
Nick quieted his voice as he looked at Chris. “You know we’re here for you, right? We’re happy to talk. Heck, Imani has been trained in helping people deal with the kind of magic nonsense you both were central to. She’d love to hear you out.”
Chris shrugged. “Yeah, you’ve mentioned that before. I dunno, I’ll think about it...”
Not wanting to be pushy, Nick let the two of them walk past him before he turned to the next people exiting the stairwell. This time, Imani and Tessa walked out, which brought a smile to Nick’s face.
“—okay, but that won’t work with The Wilds circle. The signatures don’t match, and as a plane the magic is way more complex than Purgatory,” Tessa said with a frustrated sigh.
“Still trying to make progress on getting our new friend back home?” Nick asked, leaning in to give Tessa a kiss.
“Yes! Stupid plane with its stupid magic that doesn’t make any sense because that’s the whole point of its stupid magic ... Ugh, sorry, I’ll be a person for the meeting or whatever. I just feel awful keeping that wolf locked in a tiny room, he doesn’t deserve that.” After their kiss, Tessa allowed herself a moment of rest against Nick’s shoulder.
“We’ll figure it out, Tess. I’m still trying to requisition relevant material from Elijah, but you know how he is,” Imani said before turning to Nick. “Afternoon, Nick. Holding down the fort as usual?”
“It’s a group effort!” Nick protested. “I just happen to enjoy talking to everyone, and I’m also the only person not preoccupied with other random magic problems.”
Nick hugged Imani next, then both girls headed inside the classroom as the staircase door opened again. More and more students arrived as time went on, and Nick happily greeted all of them by name, making sure he didn’t give any of them a generic greeting of any kind. While he knew some of them better than others, he’d made a point of personally getting to know everyone in the AV Club.
Amara and Vee showed up together, as expected, although they appeared unusually worn down. As much as he wanted to say something, Nick knew this wasn’t the time or place for that conversation. Ruby, Caleb, Shawn, Naomi, Natalie, Kylie and many other students slowly filed in, and eventually even Professor Luxnor showed up. Although it was common knowledge among the AV Club that he’d also been roped into Wellington’s cult, most people didn’t know that part of Amara’s plan to stop the cult had involved sleeping with him. Nick never quite knew how to act around the teacher, knowing that.
Lastly, much to the surprise of most other students, Dean Samuel Halsen himself showed up. When he walked into the classroom, every single person went completely quiet as they awkwardly stared at him.
“Now, now, just pretend I’m not here, okay?” Dean Halsen said with a quiet chuckle. “But, to answer your question: yes, I know about all this stuff too, and I’m just here to help.”