Succubus: A Soul Shared
Copyright© 2026 by GemmaGemmaGemma
Chapter 8: Part 3/4
Science Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 8: Part 3/4 - Succubus: A Soul Shared is an urban fantasy, harem series about Harry, who summons a succubus to help him flirt with the girl that he likes. The problems start there, because Lily is in a lot of trouble, and she's on a journey to prove that she's a real girl.
Caution: This Science Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Mystery School Science Fiction Demons Rough Spanking Group Sex Harem First Oral Sex Big Breasts
Blue balls yesterday had been worth it for two orgasms today, and with more likely to follow. Alice confirmed she could sleep over in the soul squad chat. I couldn’t wait to cuddle the two of them to sleep, nevermind everything that might come before. I didn’t need to tell my parents about the fact we were planning to bunk off college the next day, though they did need to know we were going on the trip in general. They just needed to believe our train was at 5pm, after school, and not 10am, during it. They would already be at work by the time we left. You don’t need parents to confirm you’re sick and off school when you’re 18. You can do it yourself.
I made it home and got dressed, detention having left me an hour behind everyone else. Lily was already half dressed when I arrived. We weren’t going to tell her about her surprise until after the quiz.
“What do we get if we win?” Lily asked.
“A free round of drinks, sometimes cash, other times a glass of wine, but most importantly, pride,” I answered.
“Do you usually win?”
“We’ve won quite a few times. We have to win at least one in every five or Poppy will lose her mind.”
“When did you last win?”
“A few weeks ago,” I assured her. “So at the moment, we’re safe.”
“She got fucked today, so she might not be as stressed as usual,” Lily joked.
“I don’t think she came though, so she could be more stressed than ever.”
Lily sighed, and returned to her role as my sex ed teacher. “That’s going to have to be detention, unfortunately,” she teased, before returning her focus to her makeup.
Lily looked great in a pair of black sequin shorts and a tight fitting baby tee. She tied her hair up, maybe for the first time since her arrival, though she kept her fringe like usual. She said the shorts were micro shorts, though they weren’t ludicrously small. They offered full coverage of her bum at the very least, and her legs looked incredible in them. The baby tee bore a message on the front.
“Running late is my cardio?” I said, half as a question, reading the text across her chest. “Seriously?”
“Stop looking at my boobs,” she said, before giggling. “It’s funny. This isn’t even the worst one I got.”
I couldn’t wait to see the rest, especially if they were as figure hugging as this one was. The message itself was very tiktok girlie coded. She was adjusting to the modern world comfortably. I suppose she’s a millennial to some degree, given her first life was in the early 90s. If she did exist before then, it was fascinating to wonder when she might have lived, and which era she was from.
We got a taxi to the pub, because it was a little out of the way. Our quiz team was waiting for us there.
Alice looked gorgeous. Poppy looked gorgeous. I had already popped a semi in the house watching one of my girls get ready, and there were two more waiting for me when we arrived.
Alice was wearing a pleated leather miniskirt, fishnet stockings and a white tank top. Poppy was a little more casual, because the quiz is serious business to her, but her black jeans clung to her long legs and she was wearing a low cut halter top under a smart bomber jacket. I was already barking before I was even out of the taxi.
Grace and Esme looked beautiful too, though neither of them were really on my radar in that way.
Esme Everleigh is the 6th member of our quiz team. She’s a nice girl, though quite shy, and probably the smartest person in our year group. Poppy is a maths genius. Esme is everything else. That’s how you differentiate the two of them, mentally. It’s a little easier physically. Poppy is a tall ginger hottie. Esme is a short, cute and curvy brunette who wears glasses. As far as the rest of our friends are concerned, they are basically Daphne and Velma from Scooby-Doo.
Esme has always been the closest person to infiltrating our friend group and becoming the 6th member. Everyone gets along great with her, but she’s just a little less social than the rest of us, minus quiz night, and we just don’t see enough of her in or out of school. It feels like she is a ‘friends with everybody but close friends with nobody’ kind of girl. Poppy is probably one of her better friends overall. Lily might have become the new de facto sixth member of our group now, though we’ll be happy to keep the seventh spot warm for Esme if she ever wants it.
It’s been a couple of years since Poppy found out that Esme’s sister owned the pub and ran the quiz. As soon as she realised, she befriended her and they formed a team. They were too young to drink then, but they were allowed to attend despite their age. The rest of us were added over the following months. It was a good excuse to hang out outside of school, even if alcohol wasn’t on the menu until we all started to turn 18 in the last 6 months or so.
That made today a special occasion too, because it was Esme’s special day.
“Happy birthday,” I said. I had been to the bar before joining everyone, and dropped a pint on the table in front of her. I never saw her in school so this was my first chance to wish her well. Lily had to be properly introduced to Esme. We didn’t share any classes, and they hadn’t bumped into each other outside of lessons.
“Thank you,” Esme said, forcing a smile when she eyed up my gift.
“She doesn’t drink lager,” Poppy said, on behalf of her more shy friend.
“Everyone gets a pint on their birthday,” I said.
“You didn’t buy me one,” Mason said.
“Me neither,” Grace said.
“That would have been illegal,” I argued, entertaining myself in the process. “It’s not my fault most of you are older than me.”
It worked in my favour that I was still 17 when three of the gang turned 18. I only had to buy for the two that were younger than me. Lily was added to that group now. She had ordered a vodka and coke. I told her to take it easy because it was still a school night, though she didn’t yet know she wouldn’t be going to school the next day. It takes more than a few barrels to get her drunk too, apparently. I liked that we could all drink at the quiz now, though it was a shame it was hosted on a Thursday instead of a Friday.
“What’s the birthday order?” Lily asked.
Poppy was first to answer, as the oldest. “4th September,” she said.
“Mine’s the 12th of September,” Mason said next.
“September as well, 27th,” Grace said.
“Three in one month,” Lily mused as they spoke.
“Do you remember mine?” I asked. It had definitely come up, but she froze and then shook her head. “11th of November,” I told her, a little moody that she had forgotten.
“Christmas Day,” Alice said.
“Double the presents,” Lily said. Alice smiled back.
“She expects double as well,” I noted, and everyone else agreed.
“It wouldn’t be fair otherwise!” Alice argued passionately.
“Sorry,” Lily said, looking at Esme. “Still new and learning about everyone.”
“No problem,” Esme said. She had actually taken a sip of her lager, even though it was next to another drink she clearly preferred. “When’s yours?”
We hadn’t given her a birthday, and that much was obvious from the look on her face. She was either the best liar on the planet or the most confused woman on the planet when it came to her demonic secret. “Uhm, last week,” Lily started, putting the numbers together in her head. “Friday. The 6th?” she practically asked. She had chosen her summoning date, which made a fair bit of sense.
“Oh, cool,” Esme said, smiling and seemingly undisturbed by the clear confusion in the answer. “Happy birthday to you too!”
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