Joe's Halloween Pact
by (Hidden)
Fantasy Sex Story: A down on his luck and broken hearted man who hates halloween, summons a demon while drunk with the end result nothing like anyone expected.
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Drunk/Drugged Heterosexual Demons Halloween .
Joe stumbled into his apartment, half a bottle of rum still burning in his veins. The city outside was alive with Halloween costumes and laughter, but inside he was alone, “I fucking hate Halloween” he slurred.
So alone, and just drunk enough to try something very stupid. From his pocket, Joe pulled out a crumpled scrap of paper. The beggar at the bus stop had pressed it into his hand with a toothless grin. “You don’t need to give me money”, the old man rasped. “Just follow the instructions. You’ll have a hell of a night”.
At first, Joe had laughed, ready to toss it. But there was something in the old man’s eyes, something hungry, something that made him hold onto it, shoving it in his pocket instead.
Now, he spread it out on the kitchen table. The instructions were simple: trace out a chalk symbol, light some candles, utter a few words in a language he couldn’t pronounce sober, easy enough. He shoved the furniture aside, drew the circle, and lit the candles. When he slurred out sounds, not words, saying them phonetically in a tongue he didn’t know, the air itself shivered. The shadows seemed to bend toward him and a voice purred from the darkness.
“Well, you butchered that incantation, but it was close enough”.
Joe’s drunken grin widened. This was either the best prank he’d ever fallen for or the worst decision of his life. Something materialize in a swirl of dark mist, skin shimmering faintly in the dim light ... Not a thing, a person, she knelt before Joe, eyes alive with mischief, smiling with far too many teeth.
“Who ... how did you get in here”, he muttered, not believing he had just summoned anything. Joe swayed, then hiccupped.
Her plump lips curled into a pout as she tilted her head, making her wavy black hair cascade over one shoulder. She tapped a clawed finger against her lip with mock offense. “Well, that’s not very nice”.
She rose gracefully on high heels, tail swaying behind her. “Though I must say, your summoning circle was rather messy. Took me three tries to get through all the chalk smudges”.
Her eyes gleamed with mischief as she leaned closer. “But here I am, your very own succubus, ready to serve ... for a price”.
“I don’t got no money”, Joe slurred. “If you’re here to rob me, you’re out of luck”.
A silvery giggle escaped her lips as she twirled a lock of hair around her finger. “Oh, so crude! I don’t want your coin”.
She stepped closer, the scent of jasmine and brimstone wafting from her skin. “I’m here for something far more precious, a soul”.
Her claws traced invisible patterns in the air near Joe’s chest. “I’ll make it feel divine”, she added with a sly smile.
“And what’s my soul worth?” Joe asked. “What do I get out of it?” Still not believing this was real, he told himself ‘this is a great dream’.
She clapped her hands together with childlike excitement, bouncing slightly, making her ample cleavage strain against the lace corset. “Oh, so many delicious possibilities!” Her tail flicked eagerly as she began counting on clawed fingers. “Ethereal beauty, supernatural charm, I could make every person you meet burn with desire for you”.
Leaning in until her lips nearly brushed Joe’s ear, she whispered, “Or perhaps something more intimate? I’ve been told my services are quite ... thorough”.
A faint purple glow emanated from her fingertips as she trailed them down Joe’s arm. Whatever the purple glow was, it seemed to have no effect on Joe. He spoke almost whimsically, “Honestly, I just wanted some company”. The glow faded instantly as her expression softened, genuine surprise widening her eyes. Her tail drooped slightly. “Oh”.
She shifted awkwardly on her heels, suddenly looking more like a nervous teenager than a demonic seductress. “That’s ... not what I expected”.
Twisting a lock of hair around her finger, she offered a shy smile. “I-I can try and do company! Though fair warning, I might still flirt with you out of habit. It’s kind of ... what I am”. She plopped onto the couch unceremoniously, patting the space beside her.
Joe looked at her, trying to focus through his drunken haze. “That’s a cool costume and I love the horns, but what sort of name is suckabus?” She snorted inelegantly, nearly choking on her own laughter as she slumped back against the cushions. “Succubus”, she corrected with amused exasperation. “It’s what I am, not my name”. She reached up to tap one curved horn proudly. “And these aren’t part of the costume, they are part of me, though I’m glad you like them”.
Her tail flicked playfully as she stretched out her long legs, the translucent skirt riding up dangerously high. “You’re terrible at this whole demon summoning thing, you know. Most mortals are screaming or praying by now, once they realize this is real”.
“I’m not big on either screaming or praying”, Joe responds. “So do you have a name? I’m Joe, did I tell you that?” She melted slightly at the casual kindness, her usual seductive poise giving way to something more genuine. “Trixie”, she said, offering a clawed hand with unexpected formality. “And no, you were too busy being adorably sceptical to introduce yourself, Joe”.
Her tail curled around her own ankle as she watched him with growing curiosity. “You’re ... not at all what I expected from a human who summons demons on Halloween. Most want power or revenge. They didn’t cover...” She gestured vaguely between them. “ ... whatever this is, in training”.
Joe laughed, still not believing this was real. “Trixie doesn’t sound much like a demonic name, but you do you, Boo. So, would you like a drink?” He held up the bottle of rum to her. Her nose wrinkled at the strong alcohol scent, but she accepted the bottle with surprising enthusiasm. “Hellfire whiskey is more my speed, but...” She took an experimental sip, immediately coughing as the rum burned her throat. “Oh sweet infernal pits, that’s vile!” Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, she shot Joe a teary-eyed glare. “You drink this recreationally? No wonder human souls taste weird.” Despite her complaints, she took another swig, shuddering dramatically after.
“Oh”, Joe said, interested. “So what does a soul taste like? Do they come in different flavours or are they more generic blandness? I bet vegans taste like crap, don’t they?” Trixi perked up immediately, warming to the morbid topic as she swirled the rum bottle.
“Oh! They’re all different! Like ... metaphysical ice cream flavours!” Her tail flicked excitedly.
“Vegans? Surprisingly earthy, like beets with a side of self-righteousness”.
Leaning in conspiratorially, she counted off on her claws. “Bankers are all metallic and tingly, like licking a battery. Artists taste like absinthe and poor life choices. And priests...” She fake-gagged. “Like mouldy toast sprinkled with holy water. Disgusting.” Taking another swig, she added with a wink, “Yours would probably taste like bad decisions.”
“That’s me all over”, Joe admitted. “Bad decisions and a broken heart”.
Trixie set the bottle down with a surprisingly gentle clink, her usual teasing smirk softening into something more sincere. She scooted closer, her hell-warmed skin radiating comforting heat as she leaned against Joe’s shoulder.
“Well, lucky for you...” Her tail curled around his wrist lightly, not restraining, just ... present. “I specialize in bad decisions. And broken things.” She tilted her head, studying his face with those glowing eyes. “Though I think I’ll skip the soul-sucking tonight. You’re too sad to eat.”
“I thought you had to take the soul. Isn’t that how you get home?” Joe asked, “That’s what the old guy said. Well, not soul exactly. He said, pay the price to unlock the door.”
Trixie freezes mid-reach for the bottle as her wings droop slightly. “Damn. You listened to the fine print”. The succubus sighs dramatically, picking up rum in the bottle before setting it down with a thud. “Technically yes, but...” Her claw traces idle circles on the couch fabric. “It doesn’t have to be your soul. I could stay a while, keep you company then, go find someone else to eat.” She flashes a smirk that doesn’t quite reach her eyes. “Maybe you’ve got a mortal enemy. I could eat them for you?”
“No, no mortal enemy I’m afraid” Joe says, “but if you eat me then I don’t have to go to work on Monday. We both win”. Trixie bursts into genuine laughter, the sound unexpectedly warm as she clutches her stomach. “Now there’s a sales pitch I haven’t tried before: Avoid monthly reports through damnation!” Wiping a tear from her eye, she leans in conspiratorially. “Tell you what, Joe. For tonight, let’s pretend we’re just two sad creatures avoiding responsibilities.”
She grabs the rum bottle again, taking a determined swig before grimacing. “Ugh. Still terrible. You better be more than a sad story Joe, enough to make up for making me drink this”.
“Tell me”, Joe asks, “the soul-eating, is it a sex thing? It’s just, you’re so much hotter than my ex. I’d love to rub it in her face that I met someone hotter than her, even if it kills me after”. Trixie nearly spits out her drink, coughing violently before fixing Joe with an incredulous look. “Oh wow. That might be the most creatively suicidal request I’ve ever heard.” She wipes her mouth, torn between amusement and professional pride. Tossing her hair, she strikes a deliberately exaggerated pose against the couch. “But since you asked ... technically yes”. Her tail flicks mischievously.
“We could absolutely make your ex seethe before the dying part...” She leans in, her voice dropping to a purr.
“If you wanted the full succubus experience, I guess I can’t say no. It is technically my job”.
Cool. I don’t really have much else going on, and you are so beautiful and I do love the horns. Please leave them on if we are going to mess with my ex. Can we video call her? She won’t recognise you in your costume if you ever meet her”. Joe still doesn’t believe this is real and tells himself he must be passed out drunk and dreaming.
Trixie’s grin turns positively wicked as she summons a shimmering portal with her claws. “Oh, this is going to be fun”.
She snaps her fingers and suddenly Joe’s phone floats in midair, beside the portal, camera pointed at them both. Her outfit shimmers into something scandalously tight, black latex that clings to every curve, horns gleaming with an eerie blue light.
“Give me the deets, Joe. What’s her name? Favorite insecurity? Biggest regret?” Her tail flicks like a cat’s, eyes glowing with mischief. “I’ll make her writhe with envy.” She drapes herself over Joe’s lap, smirking at the camera.
“Ready to make her suffer, Joe?”
After revealing some details about his ex, the portal crackles to life, revealing Joe’s ex looking bored at his call, until Trixie slinks into frame, her tail wrapping possessively around Joe’s neck. The succubus’ voice drips honey-laced venom. “Joe, is that Alison?” She fake-pouts, running a claw down Joe’s chest. “Baby, you undersold how ordinary she is”. She plants a dramatic kiss on Joe’s lips, leaving a faint lipstick smear that glows faintly purple. “Mmm, and to think she let you slip away ... her loss, I suppose”.
Trixie starts ripping Joe’s clothes off, continuing to taunt Alison. And although Joe didn’t ask for it, she has enhanced his body with her magic, a glamour designed to tease his ex, a payment for his soul.
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