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His True Nature (Original Supernatural)

His True Nature (Original Supernatural)

Commission (Parts 1-5)

Themes: Incest, Inhuman Sex, Roleplay

Summary: In which a young man has made the decision to spend Christmas with his Aunt, much to his parents' bafflement. But if they knew the truth, they wouldn't be as surprised.

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Part 1:

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Freedom. Or at least, almost freedom. He takes his time setting up his things in the guest room, wanting to stay unobtrusive and out of the way so that his mom doesn’t second guess herself at the last minute.

In his senior year of high school, Arlo has made the decision, perhaps questionably, to spend his Christmas Vacation with his ‘Auntie’ Velma over spending the vacation with his parents. One might argue it wasn’t an easy decision to make. After all, choosing Auntie Velma over his mother and father had left them both quite upset with him.

Though... his parents were ultimately so milquetoast that their version of upset just meant he couldn’t go out or do anything with his friends. His choices were to either spend the ENTIRE Christmas Vacation confined to Auntie Velma’s Winter Retreat Log Cabin out in the woods, or spend the time split between his parents and his friends.

Needless to say, his parents had been shocked when Arlo had still chosen Auntie Velma’s place. Downright flabbergasted. Maybe they should have tried to consider things from his point of view for just once in their life though. Arlo knew full well that that was impossible though. Just as he’d known full well what he was in for if he did choose them over Auntie’s place.

Put simply, it wouldn’t have been an even split between his parents and his friends. Not by a long shot. No, dear old ma and pa would have dragged him off to all sorts of ‘Holiday Parties’, which were actually just stuffy meet and greets filled with their business associates and social peers. To hear them tell it, they were just trying to help him make connections for his ‘future’.

But Arlo had spent far too many years as their trophy child, the prize that they both liked to lug out and show off to everyone. He never felt like he was making ‘connections’ so much as being used as a medal, a way for his parents to say ‘look at us! Look at what we made!’. It was, frankly, exhausting and he had no desire to spend another Christmas making an effort not to scowl or glare at everyone his parents deigned to introduce him to.

On the flipside, there was his Auntie Velma’s Log Cabin. Except, while it WAS out in the woods up the side of a mountain, calling it just a log cabin wasn’t doing it justice. The place was more of a mansion, with a dozen rooms, all of the amenities that you could possibly hope for, and no end of creature comforts. On top of that, it had a great wi-fi connection and up to date technology since Auntie’s daughter was a Streamer, so Arlo knew that he would have no issues gaming to his heart’s content. To say nothing of the other... perks that Auntie’s Log Cabin provided.

He would-

“Arlo! I’m leaving! Last chance to change your mind!”

Arlo jolts as his mother’s voice reaches out from all the way downstairs. His heart pounds in his chest as he carefully formulates his reply.

“Alright mom, love you and have a good Christmas!”

There. Nothing offensive. Nothing adversarial. Nothing sarcastic or caustic. Nothing to give the woman down the stairs a reason to come up and drag him back to the car kicking and screaming. That was one of the reasons his mother had driven him up here herself, after all, rather than letting him drive himself. To give him ample opportunity to change his mind at the very last second. That, and she was ensuring that he stayed put if he didn’t. Without a car of his own, he couldn’t very well leave Auntie’s Log Cabin now could he? Or so his parents though.

A few moments of silence pass as Arlo waits with bated breath, and then finally...

“... Love you too, Arlo!”

And with that, she’s gone. Of course, Arlo immediately moves to the window, careful not to stand directly in view. He doesn’t want to be seen by his mother watching her leave, that might also cause her to come right back inside. Instead, he very carefully peeks out from the corner of the window, watching his mother as she goes out to her car. As expected, she throws several glances back, both to the door and to the second story of the mansion, as though she’s anticipating him calling after her.

In all fairness, for much of his life Arlo HAD been a mama’s boy. It was only in recent years, as he truly grew into his own, that he’d found himself drifting apart from his parents for obvious reasons. Well, obvious to him. If his mother and father knew WHY he’d drifted away from them, they’d be apoplectic with rage and bar him from ever seeing Auntie Velma ever again.

But they didn’t know. They had no clue that he knew everything there was to know about his family and the circumstances of his origins. They just thought he was being a rebellious teenager or something, when in truth... Arlo couldn’t wait to graduate High School and take control of his own life. He couldn’t wait to get to CHOOSE what he did with his adulthood, rather than having it all dictated for him by his parents as it’d been dictated for so long.

Watching his mother pull out of the driveway and begin the long drive back out of the woods, Arlo feels a tension in his chest release that he hadn’t known was still there. Even still, he waits for several more minutes, making sure her car doesn’t come peeling back around the bend. He glances at his phone, knowing that she would be glancing to her own in anticipation of a late text begging her to come and pick him back up.

But he wasn’t going to send that text. And about ten minutes after his mother’s departure, Arlo makes his way out of the guest bedroom of the mansion of a log cabin and finally makes his way downstairs. Auntie Velma awaits him in the large living room, reclining on a big leather couch in a robe while holding her smartphone and humming. A few more moments of silence pass before she gives him a smile.

“She’s gone, Arlo. You can relax now.”

He lets out an explosive sigh at that, causing Velma’s smile to turn... positively wicked.

“Of course, you remember the rules for staying with me, I hope.”

Indeed he does, and truth be told, he’s already reaching for the hem of his shirt before she even mentions that. He’s stripped out of his clothes and is standing naked before his Auntie in less than a minute as she hums, looking him over and shaking her head while tsking to herself.

“Ridiculous. Simply ridiculous.”

Arlo flushes a bit in embarrassment, even though he knows it’s not actually his fault. Still, seeing her glare at his cock and balls like they’ve offended her personally, it never fails to make him feel insecure. He’s of a completely average size when compared to the rest of the human men in North America... but that’s just it. Why should someone like him be limited to what HUMAN men are capable of?

Still lounging on the couch, Auntie Velma’s robe, bra, and panties all fly off of her body as though by magic, revealing her beautiful body... albeit currently gravid with the state of her almost finished pregnancy. She looks drop-dead gorgeous even with her massive globe of a belly, and that’s BEFORE she drops her glamor to reveal her true form of a Succubus with all the ample assets that Succubi are infamous for. As she stretches out her wings and tail, Velma lets out a loud groan of contentment.

“Ooooh, that feels SO much better. Glamor can be... SO confining, can’t it my dear Arlo?”

Flushing, Arlo nods, fidgeting in place as he anticipates what’s going to happen next. Luckily, Velma doesn’t intend to tease him for long. She gestures at him, snapping her fingers. Immediately, it’s like a pressure valve he didn’t even know was there has been released. His dick doubles in length and thickness and his balls go from walnut sized to baseball sized. His body tones up further, going from High School Athlete to Olympian-levels of fitness in just a few seconds. Meanwhile, his libido goes from ‘Holy shit his Auntie is attractive’ to ‘HELLO SUCCUBUS!’ in no time at all.

It's weird, because before she released the spell she put on him, Arlo didn’t feel like he was missing much. In that way, the suppression was almost kind. But after it’s gone... he feels like he was missing EVERYTHING. It was almost the inverse of the old saying ‘you don’t know what you’ve got until it’s gone’. For Arlo, it was more like ‘you don’t even know what you’re missing until it’s returned’.

“There now... isn’t that better, my most beloved nephew?”

Velma’s eyes twinkle, letting him know that she knows JUST how much better it truly is. Arlo finds he can’t honestly formulate a response with simple words... instead, he’s suddenly standing on the couch over her, his feet on the cushions to either side of her and his dick in her mouth as he lets out a lustful growl. His cock goes right down her throat and his massive ball sack slides back and forth over her huge tits as he grabs hold of her by her horns right then and there and begins thrusting.

Fucking Velma’s throat is quite the treat, especially as her appreciative moaning sends reverberations and vibrations up and down his pistoning cock. She swallows continuously, her gag reflex nonexistent, but that doesn’t mean her throat isn’t the tightest hole that Arlo’s ever been inside. He growls as he stretches her out, her neck bulging. Meanwhile, the beautiful pregnant succubus’ hands come up to grope and grip at his ass, holding him in place while he drives into her esophagus, driven on by the pure need to cum and cum fast. He has so much backed up inside of his churning ball sack... he NEEDS to ejaculate as soon as possible.

Of course, his Auntie has something to say about that. She’s no virgin maiden, to be taken for a ride and used up before she can even blink. Even with his enhancements... she’s still the Succubus in the equation. Using every technique she has, and all of her sexual skills to the fullest of her abilities, Auntie Velma keeps Arlo from cumming too fast, drawing out the ensuing skull fucking to make sure that a sufficiently large load will be unleashed when he DOES finally cum.

The young man finds himself going through a sensation not unsimilar to that of a full bladder and a swollen dick that just won’t release fast enough to drain the tank. He groans, throwing his head back and ultimately redoubling his efforts, but at the end of the day... Velma still controls the pace.

Finally though, he tips over the edge. The rough face fucking and deep-throated blowjob ends with Arlo cumming HARD. His seed goes down her throat like a soft-serve ice cream dispenser, a large quantity of cum he hadn’t even KNOWN was backed up inside of him due to the spell draining into Velma’s stomach. She, of course, drinks down his load like it’s no one’s business but their own, happily and greedily consuming and absorbing his jizz.

Arlo is well aware that his cum won’t last long in his Auntie’s belly. She’s eating for two after all, and she needs all the extra energy and nutrients she can get. As Arlo begins to sag, his strength momentarily spent, Velma is quick to catch him, laying him down across the couch and his head on her stomach, next to her massive, milk-laden breasts.

“Thank you, Auntie...”

“Of course, my darling Arlo. You know I love you. It’s such a shame, what your mother does to you. But... not for much longer, no?”

Smiling slightly, Arlo shakes his head.

“Not for much longer, no. And... I love you too, Auntie.”

Giggling, Velma swats at him a little bit, looking rather abashed by the declaration. But then to be fair, to a Succubus, a truly heartfelt declaration of love is akin to hardcore porn.

“Stop it Arlo, you’re going to make me blush! Now, drink up... you’re still a growing boy after all.”

He doesn’t hesitate to obey his dear ‘Auntie’. Turning his head, he sups from her engorged teat, drinking down her breastmilk right there on the spot. Nursing from her has become second nature to him at this point... her milk is, after all, the key to his future.

This was the truth of his and Auntie Velma’s relationship. The truth that, if his parents knew about it, they would positively freak out. That wasn’t to say they didn’t know about Velma’s true nature, of course. Or rather... his mother knew.

Velma was a Succubus who had made her fortune by turning out her womb to the rich and famous. She was a career surrogate who spent more of her time pregnant than not. On the yearly, she was pretty much always carrying some wealthy donor’s baby to give them that genetic edge of Charisma and Looks that came from a Succubus’ influence on the infant’s growth while in the womb.

Of course, just being born of a Succubus didn’t make you a Succubus or Incubus outright. Rather, you would need to receive additional treatments to develop into a full-on Sex Demon. The transformation took time. Time... and lots of help.

Arlo was in fact a child born of Velma’s womb. In a way, she was his biological mother. For obvious reasons, he did not actually consider her his mother. Her womb might have carried him to term, but his ‘Auntie’ had made it clear from the very beginning when she’d first told him the truth years before that she was not and could never BE his actual mother.

Frankly, that was just fine with Arlo. While he resented his parents for a number of very valid reasons, he still considered them his parents. His father and mother had raised him after all, and they’d done right by him... by their definition of ‘right by him’, of course.

His parents weren’t nearly wealthy enough to pay for Velma’s womb. Rather, Arlo’s creation had been a favor to an old friend, rather than a financial transaction. Back in her younger years, his mother, the woman who had raised him and who Velma had carried him to term for, had been a firebrand of a witch. However, eventually she had decided to settle down. To become ‘normal’ at all costs.

It had become his mother’s obsession, as far as Arlo could see it. She was so stuck on living a ‘normal’ life that she’d fully suppressed her own abilities, and even suppressed his abilities from developing.

Luckily, his very existence meant that, despite Velma and his mom drifting apart, they found themselves pulled back together year after year. Initially, Velma was JUST his ‘Cool Auntie’. Super rich, and of course she loved to spoil him. But eventually, once she realized what his mother was doing to him, be it purposeful or not, she’d been forced to step in.

For a few years now, Arlo had been finding times throughout the year to meet with his Auntie. He lost his virginity to her years ago and had been taught all sorts of important things in the years since. His consumption of her breastmilk had pushed him into a sort of quasi Incubus-lite existence. Normally, to keep his mother and father from finding out, his Auntie sealed that side of him away.

But once he turned eighteen and properly graduated High School, Arlo would be his own man. Not only would he then be able to complete his transformation into Incubus, but he would also be able to learn proper demon magic, like glamor, which would in turn allow him to hide his true nature while he made his way in the world.

Arlo might now know exactly what he wanted to do with himself just yet, but he knew he didn’t want to be some investment banker like his parents wanted for him. College and the corporate ladder would be so fucking confining, and he’d already decided that once he became an Incubus, he would do whatever HE wanted to do.

It wasn’t like he would be hurting for opportunities to make money either. Velma herself was an example of a woman who had turned her entire existence as a Succubus into a full-blown career. She loved being pregnant, and she got to be pregnant practically every day of her life. Meanwhile, Arlo could probably stud himself out to rich and famous women just like Velma did with the men, and he would get paid comparable rates just for dumping his baby batter in their wombs for a few nights to make sure it took.

The sky was the limit and the world was his oyster. He just had to get through these last few months of his Senior Year, graduate High School, and turn eighteen. Then, he could do whatever the fuck he wanted and if his parents wanted to still have a place in his life, they would just have to accept that.

For now though, Arlo is still technically under their control... meaning he has to tread lightly.

“You know, Angelica is streaming right now. If you wanted to go say hi~”

Which is why he balks a little bit at the idea of putting himself on a livestream. But Velma sees the look on his face and giggles, shaking her head in amusement.

“Afraid of being caught out by your parents? Do you really think your mother and father are the types to watch my daughter’s sort of stream?”

Arlo flushes at that. No, he doesn’t. But at the same time...

“I think some of my friends might be. And I think not all of my friends can be trusted to not gossip in a way that will get back to my parents.”

It was just the way the world worked. His parents weren’t insanely wealthy, but they were well-off. And so he went to a private boarding school. Some of his friends were ride or die, but some were just close to him because he was part of the popular clique, a star athlete and a straight A student besides. He tended to generate a certain gravity to himself at school.

Honestly, it was all such a pain in the ass. Once he graduated, he could hardly wait to prune his tree of relationships until only his actual friends remained. For now however, he needed to be very cognizant of the fact that someone watching Velma’s daughter might know him by face.

Humming, Velma nods and snaps her fingers. Arlo feels a ripple spread across his face as he pulls away from her.

“There. Go and see your cousin, Arlo dear. She’s been looking forward to your arrival.”

Standing up from the couch, now wearing a face that isn’t his own, Arlo nevertheless gives his ‘Auntie’ a deadpan stare.

“... She promised her chat a special event again, didn’t she?”

Velma’s coy smirk of a reply is honestly all Arlo needs to actually confirm it. Rolling his eyes, he shakes his head and begins making his way to the other part of the mansion.

It doesn’t take him long to arrive outside Angelica’s door. The irony of a Succubus of all creatures being named ‘Angel’ was not lost on Arlo, and he was quite sure that was why Velma had done it in the first place. Regardless, while he almost knocks... he holds off, instead reaching down and slowly easing the door open. Immediately, the voice of his cousin, technically his half-sister, hits Arlo’s ears.

“FUCK YOU, YOU FUCKING COCKSUCKERS! I’LL FUCKING PEG YOU INTO OBLIVION YOU SHITTY GODDAMN TWATWAFFLES!”

Angelica is a Streamer, as previously mentioned. She’s also a camgirl. And she’s undeniably the most popular livestream on the X-rated website she hangs out on. There are several reasons for this. One, rather than simply laying back on a bed and fucking herself with sex toys for hours on end, she actually plays games as though it were a SFW livestream.

Two, it definitely wasn’t a SFW livestream, because she played games while in the nude, her tits and cunt on display, with a vibrating wand down between her legs. Connected to the number of tips and subs she got, the wand was currently buzzing away quite furiously... and by all accounts, Angelica was barely feeling it as she made good on her word and managed a Revenge Kill on the bastard who had just shot her dead a few moments earlier.

The third reason was Angelica’s appearance. She was currently wearing her true form... that of a purple skinned, yellow eyed, horned and tailed Succubus. Everyone watching the livestream assumed it was cosplay or CGI or something. But the fact that it was SO realistic kept them coming back all the same, drawn in by the juxtaposition between her ‘angelic’ name and her demonic appearance combined with her caustic attitude. Plus, every once in a while she let them think that their donations actually made her cum, causing her to curse out her chat for making her ‘lose’ a match while they cackled and spammed emojis in response.

Of course, the fourth and final reason that Angelica was so popular... was because of her special events. As Arlo slips into his cousin’s streaming room and slowly begins padding his way across the floor, his enhanced eyesight lets him pick up her chat... who have seen him enter and are watching him approach.

The chat can be separated into two camps. The veterans... and the newbies.

-Holy shit! Big Dick McGee is back!

-Idiot, that’s not his name!

-He doesn’t HAVE a name, so we can call him whatever we want!

-That cock can’t be any more real than Angelica’s horns, let’s be honest.

-Yeah, shit is fucking HUGE!

On the newbie side of things, the messages are rather humorous.

-Wait, who the fuck is that?!

-ANGELICA, LOOK OUT BEHIND YOU!

-Omg, someone is in Angelica’s room!

-That cock is HUGE! She’s going to get r@ped!

-Wait, who’s Big Dick McGee?

Ever the consummate actress, Angelica pretends to not be paying attention to chat or her stream as he creeps ever closer. Instead, she’s focused on the game until he’s looming right behind her. Only then does she make a show of glancing at her chat at long last and wrinkling her nose in confusion.

“Huh? What the fuck are you-mmph! GAGKH! GAGKH! GAGKH!”

That’s his cue, so without hesitation, Arlo reaches out, grabs Angelica by her hair, and whips her head around. He makes sure to keep her in full view of her stream, even as he drags her down onto his cock, her purple throat BULGING with his length as he forces her all the way to the base of his humungous, gargantuan shaft.

The chat is going wild, moving too fast now for anyone to be able to keep track of it. Or rather, anyone human. He COULD have kept up with it if he gave it his undivided attention, but right now his focus was on Angelica as he grabs hold of his cousin’s head with his other hand and begins to skull fuck her for thousands of watching perverts.

In the game she’s playing, she rapidly dies and gets tea bagged into oblivion, but that’s not really relevant as Angelica chokes and gags on his dick, not trying to suppress her gag reflex like her mother had.

“HULGHK! HULGHK! HULGHK!”

Even as the stream begins to gain thousands of more viewers, word spreading about another ‘special event’ taking place across all sorts of porn websites and lewd message boards, Arlo is plowing away at the throat of the Succubus in front of him. Finally though, he pulls out of her throat, leaving Angelica gasping for breath as she finds herself bent over her streaming set up, her chair kicked out from behind her to make room for his standing form.

“F-Fuck! Unnngh! L-Looks like another... hah, a-another one of you fucking cocksuckers found out where I, nngh, l-live!”

As Angelica sets the stage, he grabs her by her full hips, amused as her spade tail wraps around his wrist. Then, he plunges into her from behind, filling her up right then and there with his cock. Angelica’s eyes go crossed and she makes a big show of it, though given his size, not all of her contorting facial expression is faked.

“Ooooooh FUCK! He’s even bigger than the last one, guys!”

‘The last one’ was also Arlo, but thanks to Velma’s glamor, he looked like someone completely different. This was the little game they played. Anyone with two brain cells to rub together knew that Angelica wasn’t actually being tracked down by her fans and raped on the regular. After all, they were called ‘special events’ on her stream for a reason. They were all planned. They were all him too, but her chat didn’t know that.

It didn’t stop quite a few degenerates from trying to hunt her down anyways, but that was par for the course... and never going to happen besides. Angelica was just like her mother... everything was completely under her control.

That’s why he doesn’t bother keeping an eye on her stream or her chat as he fucks her. Instead, Arlo focuses solely on his only purpose here... pounding his cousin so hard and so fast that she makes a few honest expressions for once. Not that most of her chat will ever realize there’s a difference between when she’s faking orgasms for them and actually cumming for HIM, but it’s the pride of the matter, at least as far as Arlo is concerned.

“L-let’s... nngh, get back to the g-game!”

Bringing up her controller, Angelica tries her best to focus on the next round of the FPS she’s currently playing, even as Arlo fucks her so hard and so fast that the sounds of her cheeks clapping fills the room. It’s a rather large division of the porn market these days. The whole ‘fucking a girl while she does something nerdy like playing video games’ genre.

The thing that makes this special is the authenticity. None of those pornos ever featured a real gamer girl. They were all just porn actresses who were tossed a controller and told to pretend. In some egregious cases, the controllers weren’t even plugged in... or they were for the WRONG console!

But there’s no doubt in the minds of any of the tens of thousands of viewers now watching that Angelica is giving it her all. After all, most of them have seen her play games for hours before while lounging back in her chair, completely naked. As far as they were concerned, she even did it in full cosplay wearing purple body paint the entire time.

While she was far from mainstream, given she would be banned off of Twitch or Youtube in a heartbeat, there were still plenty of people on the internet who considered her the hardest working streamer in the world. Heh, if only they knew the truth. She fed off of their adoration, just as much as she got fat and wealthy off of their donations.

Still, Arlo can admit... he’s quite impressed with his cousin. If nothing else, he’s impressed by her vocabulary, even as he fucks her from behind, making sure to time a few of his thrusts in such a way that she’s distracted at a key part of the round and ends up taking a bullet to the brain.

“FUCK! OH YOU FUCKER, THAT WAS ON PURPOSE! NNNNNGH! UGH!”

He just chuckles and rears back a hand, giving her ass a very satisfying smack. All the while, Angelica’s numbers continue to go up. The livestream is rapidly turning into another big one, just like these ‘special events’ always do. Arlo doesn’t mind helping her cousin make some dough though... especially when they negotiated a 60/40 split for any stream he was a part of years ago.

That in and of itself had given him a nice little nest egg in a bank account his parents didn’t know about. One he would be using just as soon as he turned eighteen and graduated High School. But for now...

Grunting in a specific pitch, Arlo picks up the pace. Angelica immediately reacts, her face suddenly contorting in a more obviously fake way... at least to him. To all those watching, her ahegaoing expression might actually seem ‘real’, as her yellow eyes roll back in her head and her tongue lolls out of her mouth.

“Ohhhh fuuuuck! He’s cumming! Oh shit, he’s CUMMING INSIDE OF MEEEEEEE!!!”

He cums a moment later, to the sound of Angelica’s squealing and the rapid scrolling of the chat. Everyone is quite into it, from the look of things. Arlo, meanwhile, plays his role to perfection. Without saying a word, he pulls out of Angelica and gives her purple ass one last hefty SMACK before turning and walking out of the room like that was all he was there for.

Closing the door behind him, he rolls his shoulders and lets a grin spread across his face. It was always fun, helping his cousin out with a stream. They’d probably do a couple more ‘special events’ like that before Christmas Vacation was over too. It’d be great money... and super fun to boot.

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As he drinks deeply, he feels Angelica tense up in his lap as she realizes what he’s doing. Grinning into her mother’s nipple, he reaches down and grabs his cousin by the hips, letting her know with his upward thrusts that now is not the time to rest.

In fact... they’re just getting started.

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Part 5:

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Life sucked again. One might think Arlo was overreacting, or even being hyperbolic. But it was the damn truth.

“Arlo! Come over here Arlo, there’s someone I want to meet!”

Resisting the urge to sigh, plastering a smile on his face, Arlo begins making his way over to his father and mother. Winter Break was over. And thus Arlo found himself back in his ‘real life’ living ‘normally’. What that really meant was everything sucking to high heavens. No, that wasn’t because Arlo was an angsty teenager, thank you very much. The cause and effect were actually swapped. He was an angsty teenager BECAUSE everything sucked to high heaven.

Leaving his Auntie behind meant one thing and one thing only. She had to ‘seal’ all of the preparations for his transformation into an Incubus away so that his mother didn’t come to expect anything. If he started acting too different, then she might get suspicious and that would ruin everything. As such, Arlo’s near-inhuman levels of... everything were once more locked away for the time being.

Oh, he was still the cream of the crop in a lot of ways. There was a reason his father and mother had used Auntie Velma as a surrogate for him in the first place. He still had exceptional looks in the utmost percentile of human beauty, he still had perfect health for a human, he still had stamina and strength and agility for days.

He’d lived with these bonuses all his life, finding that he could eat almost anything he wanted within reason and stay abnormally physically fit and beautiful. But at the same time... it was nothing compared to how he got to feel when he was with Aunt Velma and his cousin. The whole world was far less vibrant now, and there was simply no helping it. Until he turned eighteen and got the fuck back to his Auntie, Arlo was trapped.

Which led to where he was now. Winter Break was over, and right off the bat he found himself dragged to the very first event of the year at his father’s business. Their ‘aftermath of the first month of the new year’ conference was pretty popping; Arlo could admit that. It was definitely one of the better meetings he’d been forced to attend as his father’s son. But it didn’t really matter when it paled in comparison to the life he’d gotten to live with his Aunt and Cousin.

Reaching his father’s side, Arlo can’t help feeling listless and disinterested despite the feigned smile on his face. That is, until he finds himself actually making eye contact and fully seeing the man his father wanted him to meet.

“Arlo! This is my boss, Mr. Williams. Mister Williams, this is my son that I told you about, Arlo. He’s smart boy, with a good head and a strong set of shoulders!”

His father pats him on the back with enough strength that some might consider it ‘too hard’, but in reality, it comes from a lifetime of knowing Arlo maintains peak performance. Even with his true strength sealed away right now, he barely feels his father’s parental smack. No, he’s too busy staring at “Mister Williams”.

The pandemic had hit everyone pretty hard, though Arlo was well aware that it hit those at the bottom much harder. Those at the top, like his father, didn’t escape unscathed... but they also didn’t suffer. When his dad got canned from his previous job, it came with several months of severance and glowing recommendations. Those recommendations had in turn led him to joining his current company, under the employ of one “James Williams”.

That had been two years ago, and yet Arlo had still managed to avoid meeting his father’s boss in all that time through a mixture of actually trying to avoid it and pure coincidence. So this truly was the first time he was seeing the man. His first impression of James Williams? Big. The man was huge, but not in a Wall Street Fat Cat way. No, he wore his perfectly tailored suit well, and more than that, it didn’t seem like there was an ounce of blubber on him. If there was, it was hidden.

Instead, Mister Williams appeared to be incredibly fit despite his large size. He was huge in a way that a fucking gorilla was huge. He was huge in a way that a tiger was huge. Maybe a bear, but then again he wasn’t nearly rotund enough to be compared to a bear. The man was simply built like a brick shithouse.

He was also smiling and extending a hand in greetings, causing Arlo to flush and quickly match him for the handshake.

“A pleasure, young Arlo. Your father has indeed sung your praises quite often in my presence. I wonder if there’s any truth to his words about you.”

Flushing even more, Arlo can’t help but be a little amazed by how Mister Williams’ hand engulfs his. And though the bigger man does squeeze down a little bit, it’s not too hard. It’s almost... almost comforting in a way. As though Mister Williams is sympathizing or something. But that’s not possible of course. Arlo must be imagining things.

“I guess we’ll find out once I graduate, Mister Williams.”

He can tell that that’s the right thing to say, even as his father lets out a laugh beside him.

“Haha! That’s my Arlo! Always the joker and humble to a fault!”

But even as his dad unnecessarily runs damage control, Arlo can see from the crinkling of Mister Williams’ eyes that he appreciated the pragmatism in his words. He revises his opinion of his father’s boss upwards, though to be fair, his initial impression had been so unflattering and unfair to the bigger man that the only direction they possibly COULD go was up.

Indeed, the first thing he’d thought when he’d finally processed just what Mister Williams looked like... was that he was the kind of Big Bastard who would totally NTR Arlo’s mom and force his dad to watch like the cuck he was deep down inside.

... Yeah, not exactly a flattering thought for anyone involved, not even Arlo himself. And to be fair, he knew it wasn’t true either. If it was, his mother would have had at least one other kid by now, Arlo was sure of it. Everything about James Williams screamed ‘VIRILE’ at the top of its lungs. On top of that, if his mom were getting NTR’d by this guy, he was pretty sure she would be far more laidback from all of the fucking, instead of super high-strung like she was even tonight. Not that she’d said a word since Arlo had approached, but then that was just how she operated. When men were talking business, women were meant to be seen, not heard. Those were his mother’s own words, not his father’s.

“Well, I just wanted to make sure you and Arlo here finally met, sir. We don’t want to take up any more of your time, of course. It wouldn’t-!”

“Oh? Have you not checked your seating arrangements for the evening yet, Sam? I imagine you and your family will be taking up much more of my time than this.”

Mister Williams’ tone is a mixture of chiding and amused, even as Arlo’s father blinks stupidly. Before he can look even dumber by asking for clarification though, the bigger man takes pity on him.

“We’re sitting together tonight, your family and mine. Come, it’s almost time anyways, I’ll show you where our table is.”

“Y-Yes... of course, Mister Williams.”

Seriously. Arlo didn’t think his father’s boss gave off NTR vibes now that he’d actually spoken to the man, but his father certainly acted like a kicked puppy around him, despite James Williams seeming like an all around nice guy. His mother at least didn’t stare at the bigger man as they were led across the banquet hall.

All in all, Arlo couldn’t help but hear the conversation playing out in his head as they walked, even if he was confident it had never actually happened.

“I’ll need those reports by five, Sam.”

“Of course, sir.”

“Oh and you’ll be picking up the slack on the Modesto Case for me, won’t you?”

“Not a problem, Mister Williams, whatever you say sir.”

“And of course, I’ll be having your wife again tonight as well.”

“Yes sir, of course sir.”

... Okay so maybe it wasn’t fair to his father to be fantasizing about the man’s boss fucking his mother, but it was just... the dynamic was like a platonic version of that, at least on his father’s side. It was... truly a little depressing. Hell, maybe it was only a matter of time before Mister Williams gave in to his own desires and made a move. Arlo’s mom was still quite the looker, even at her age, even having renounced all magic. What was stopping Mister Williams from doing as he pleased? Certainly not Arlo’s father...

“Ah, there you are honey!”

“Darling, I was just collecting Sam and his family. Someone forgot to tell him we were sitting at the same table this evening.”

Arlo blinks, as they finally arrive at their accommodations for the event and he discovers right then and there the primary reason that James Williams wasn’t already fucking his mother. Arlo’s mom, despite her good looks... would have been a massive downgrade from what he already had.

James Williams’ wife was a drop-dead gorgeous blonde with big blue eyes that sweep over Arlo and his family. Maybe it’s a trick of Arlo’s imagination, but he’s pretty sure her gaze lingers on him for a half a second longer than necessary. Not that he thinks she’s looking for anyone else. Not only is Mister Williams clearly man enough for any woman... but his wife is already currently pregnant.

Frankly, she wears pregnancy well. Amazingly well, in fact. Giving them all a bright smile, Mister Williams’ wife inclines her head.

“Ah, of course. Sam, Matilda. A pleasure to see you both again. And you must be young Arlo. I’ve heard so much about you.”

Arlo tries to control the coloring of his face as he goes a little red under her more concentrated gaze. She gives Velma and Angelica a run for their money and that’s saying something. Of course, before he or any of the adults at the table can even begin to formulate a reply, there’s a sudden high-pitched voice right in front of him that forces Arlo to look down.

“Hi! I’m Kimmy and I’m seven!”

Blinking, Arlo looks down at a carbon copy of Mister Williams’ wife... albeit at seven years of age. Blonde with blue eyes, she’s absolutely adorable as she stares at him imperiously. Taken aback, but nevertheless drilled on etiquette from a young age, Arlo drops to a knee and bows his head.

“It’s nice to meet you Kimmy. I’m Arlo. I’m Seventeen.”

He says that last part rather dryly, knowing that the adults will pick up on it and Kimmy likely won’t. And indeed, she nods imperiously as though he’s done exactly what’s necessary, before looking to her mother and father.

“I want to sit next to Arlo tonight!”

... There’s some laughter at that, though it doesn’t quite explain how Arlo ends up sitting between Kimmy AND Mister Williams’ wife, who he learns is named Asha over the course of the dinner and event that follows. Kimmy is much too precious, and before he knows it, he spends the rest of the night with her and her mother, even when his father and mother stand up to go do more schmoozing at a certain point and Mister Williams leaves to attend to his own matters.

Arlo’s parents try to get him to go with them of course, but Kimmy of all people puts her foot down, and his father actually capitulates to her. Her, a seven year old. Of course, Arlo knows his father is actually capitulating to his boss with James’ daughter acting as a proxy, but it’s still hilarious and also completely ridiculous, all at the same time.

Honestly, Arlo doesn’t mind it too much. But maybe that’s the problem. He doesn’t mind it... until long after the event, when he gets home later that night and realizes at some point he agreed to interning at the company in order to take half-school days for the rest of his final year of high school along with accumulating some work credits.

Staring at the suspiciously timely onboarding email he’s received, Arlo opens his mouth... and then closes it again, going back through the conversations of the night and finally realizing just how Kimmy and her mother had tag-teamed him into agreeing. He’d been on the look out for that kind of thing from everyone BUT the precocious seven year old limpet attached to his side. He’d been on guard for both Mister Williams AND his father to try it, but he had never anticipated the seven year old in their midst being the true assassin.

... Nothing for it now, he supposed. It was just an internship at the end of the day, really. He had no intentions of ‘following in his father’s foot steps’ or working a boring nine-to-five for the rest of his days. Even if Mister Williams’ family might have made it all seem so enticing... Arlo had his plan, and he was sticking to it.

For the time being, he’d do the internship... who knows, it might even be better than wasting his time at school for the rest of the year. With a loud sigh, Arlo opens the onboarding email and gets to work, shaking his head rather ruefully with a smile on his face as he considers how massively he got played. Kimmy was going to be a heartbreaker just like her mother once she grew up...

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“Thank you for being punctual. Please, have a seat.”

Arlo tries not to openly gawk as he hastily takes his seat. He hadn’t... well, he hadn’t been expecting to run into ANOTHER woman who gave his Auntie a run for her money. Not in just as many days. And yet, here he was on his first day of the internship at his father’s company, sitting down across from a red head that redefined what Arlo knew as ‘gorgeous’.

She’s so hot that it’s incredibly hard not to stare, and that’s saying something given that Arlo likes to think he’s somewhat resistance to feminine wiles after the years he’s spent at the mercy of his Aunt and cousin. But seriously... the red head looks like the epitome of the sexy businesswoman. No, more than that. She looks like the sexy businesswoman made manifest, and then multiplied tenfold.

“Now then... Arlo. Can I call you Arlo?”

Blinking, Arlo nods numbly.

“Uh. Sure. Yeah.”

She flashes him a smile that sends his heart racing in his chest. Holy shit. Was this what true love felt like? Was he seriously-?

“Or maybe Razgolor would be a better moniker, all things considered.”

Like a record scratching in his head, Arlo freezes up. His eyes go wide as the red head snaps her fingers and does what only one entity before her has ever been able to do... she unseals him. In an instant, all of his enhancements, all of the preparations to his body that Auntie Velma has made are abruptly freed from their confines. It was, as usual, that kind of thing where Arlo wasn’t truly aware of what he was missing until it was gone. But at the same time, it was also as if he’d been fully erect in his pants for an hour straight, the confines causing him great pain due to his arousal.

Suddenly, his metaphysical ‘dick’ is flopping free and Arlo feels himself exhaling involuntarily in relief. At the same time though, he quickly realizes that all is not as it seems. With his half-incubus nature fully unsealed, Arlo can suddenly see the truth of the woman in front of him. She too is a Succubus just like his Aunt. Fuck, Asha was one too, wasn’t she? No wonder she was so beautiful.

“Still with me, Arlo? My previous comment was a joke, just so we’re on the same page. I’m not here to ‘get you’ or anything. No need to worry.”

A blush spreads across Arlo’s face at that, because truth be told he HADN’T been worried about that. At least not until now. Now? Now he was wondering just what the fuck he was dealing with here. Was he up against the Succubus Police or something? Had his Auntie broken some laws or-?!

Snap! Snap!

Arlo flinches as the red head snaps her fingers twice. In the silence that had fallen over her office, the sound is impossibly loud. When he looks at her, she just shakes her head, still amused but also a little exasperated.

“I just said I WASN’T here to get you, Arlo. You’re perfectly fine, young man. So are your aunt and her daughter. This isn’t a sting operation. If it was, we would have put a stop to Velma’s antics years ago when she first started preparing you. Do you understand? You have nothing to worry about.”

... Oh. They’d known that long? He... huh, alright. Slowly, Arlo forces himself to relax. It’s hard though, because with his senses unsealed, he can only stare at the gorgeous Succubus in front of him, knowing full well what she is and feeling every bit of her raw sexual power in this moment. Now that he’s not sealed, he can tell he was being drawn in by her beauty. He can even fight it. But it’s not easy.

Giving him a grin, the red head chuckles throatily.

“Good boy. Now, I’m sure you have questions. I’ll answer them later. For now, let’s talk about your future.”

“My... future?”

Nodding, the succubus rises from her seat, walking around the desk and crossing her arms over her substantial but tastefully contained chest as she leans her perfectly sculpted ass back against it.

“Indeed. Truth be told, we have no problem with your Aunt’s plans for you, Arlo. Turning you into an Incubus is fully within her rights as your original blood mother. We do not control her either. She is technically outside of our jurisdiction.”

Oh. That was interesting.

“However, your parents are employees. Which puts you under our notice and makes you our problem. That’s where we felt the need to step in. Velma can turn you into an Incubus once you turn eighteen... so long as you undergo our educational program preparing you for what your life will be like before then.”

... Educational program? Arlo won’t lie. His mind immediately jumps to brainwashing or indoctrination or something. That thought must have shown up on his face, because the red-headed succubus rolls her eyes at him.

“It’s nothing like you’re imagining, I can assure you. Tell me this, Arlo. What were you planning to do once your Aunt turned you into an Incubus?”

Squirming, Arlo isn’t sure how to respond to that if he’s being honest. After a beat, the red head just gives him a wry grin.

“Let me guess. You were going to follow in her footsteps, yes? Go around living it up, maybe impregnating a few rich women here and there for some money?”

Well shit, if she was just going to spell it out like that, there was no point in denying it, was there?

“... Yeah, that was the plan.”

She at least doesn’t immediately tear his head off once he confirms it. Either figuratively or literally. Instead, she just nods as though it was expected and gives him a sympathetic smile.

“Unfortunately, what neither you nor your Aunt understand is the difference between an Incubus and a Succubus going into her... line of work. For a Succubus to act as a surrogate for rich human men, there’s not much potential for disaster. Human men are... simple. Predictable. Easily manipulated.”

Arlo feels a small surge of indignation at that, part of him feeling rather offended on behalf of his fellow men. Sure, he’s planning on leaving his humanity behind, but he’s still grown up human. More than that...

“Are you saying human women aren’t?”

He can’t help but disagree with that sentiment, if that IS what she’s saying. After all, he’d been able to manipulate his mother and father alike into giving him so much alone time with his Aunt Velma these past few years that it wasn’t even funny.

But no, the red-haired succubus just chuckles and shakes her head.

“There’s a difference, Arlo. A man might fuck a succubus and knock her up, but so long as the succubus doesn’t go out of her way to sink her claws into him, he’ll forget all about her soon enough. Or have you not wondered how your father could possibly love your mother after laying with your Aunt in order to conceive you?”

Arlo’s mouth opens... and then closes. It wasn’t the kind of thing he was exactly inclined to think about. Then again, he’d had plenty of sex with Velma over the past few years. It was hard to imagine his mother being better in bed than her, even if he WANTED to imagine such a thing in the first place.

“If your Aunt had wanted to own your father, she could have. If she’d wanted to have any of her many clients put a ring on it, she could have. But because she does not want that, it will not happen. She is but a fleeting wisp of memory in their minds. Nothing for them to concern themselves with beyond the... enjoyable transaction.”

That makes sense, but it still doesn’t explain what the fuck that all has to do with him. Wasn’t Arlo’s plan to be the same? Were they afraid that he would make one of his clients keep him around or something?”

“Incubi do not work the same way. And neither do human women. Put simply, human women are obsessive. Those with the money to acquire your services will likely be even more so. And you... Arlo... as you are now, uneducated and somewhat haphazardly trained, you are likely to ruin every single human woman you lay with. You’ve had sex with nobody but your Aunt and cousin for years now. You will, whether you want it or not, collecting a harem of obsessive, neurotic, stalkers in short order. Each of which will be rich and pregnant with your child, and eager to bring their baby daddy to them.”

Here, the red head smiles as she looks at him with hooded eyes.

“I’m sure you can imagine how that would go. Such an incident would be something our company would have to step in and handle. And it would be quite the large mess. Rather than let that happen and then shackle you to us in the aftermath, it is the decision of the higher ups that we prevent any such incidents from occurring, and work to make you an ally rather than a resentful servant.”

... Huh, when she put it all like that. Arlo sits in the chair, feeling more than a little floored by everything he’s just been told. And yet, he doesn’t think she’s lying to him. In fact, he’s confident she’s telling the truth as she sees it. It even makes sense. Velma had told him flat out that she’s never done anything like she’s trying to do with him before. His Auntie had always seemed so incredibly knowledgeable about... well, everything. But she’d admitted to him that she was flying blind on this.

So yeah, it made sense that Velma might not know the differences between how an incubus and succubus would interact with humanity’s high society. It also made sense that there would be a fundamental difference between a succubus carrying some rich guys’ children for them, and an incubus going around knocking up multiple rich women.

In that regard... Arlo felt like he had dodged a bullet. He didn’t necessarily want to suddenly change his life path, but at the same time...

“Alright. That all makes sense. I will... gratefully accept your company’s offer to educate me.”

The smile on the red head’s face is bright and blinding at that as she uncrosses her arms and giggles. Then, she reaches for the top button of her white blouse.

“You really are a clever boy, Arlo. A good head on your shoulders as well. There were some who thought that you would wail and fight us, but Mister Williams didn’t think so. He said you were smart and quick on the uptake and would understand that we weren’t your enemies. He also said you were good with kids.”

Arlo tries to listen to what she’s saying, he really does. It’s just a little hard when she’s also unbuttoning her blouse as she speaks. The red head pulls open her top, revealing a red lacy bra that he’s confident will be matched by an equally red set of lacy panties down below. Mouth suddenly dry, his cock suddenly growing rapidly in the confines of his pants, Arlo clears his throat as he stares at her chest.

“... Is this part of the education then?”

Smirking, the succubus pulls off her pencil skirt next, revealing that she is indeed wearing a matching set of red lingerie. Then, she climbs right into his lap, looping her arms around his neck.

“Yes. First things first... we need to show you the difference between a working succubus and the more laidback versions that you’re used to.”

Arlo’s eyes widen at that. Laidback? His Aunt and cousin were considered laidback?!

He doesn’t get the chance to question it, because the red head grabs a fistful of his hair and pulls him into a kiss that he immediately reciprocates. Like holy shit, she might be the best kisser he’s had in his entire life. All the while, she’s undulating across his lap, grinding into his crotch. It’s getting mighty uncomfortable down there. Especially since he’s much larger unsealed. His enhancements have his body straining as he groans into her lips.

Unable to contain himself a moment later, Arlo surges up out of the chair and lays the succubus back on her own desk. She lets out a tinkling laugh at that, her eyes dancing with merriment as she looks up at him with a single raised brow.

“Well?”

With that, he all but lunges forward. His hands grab her bra and yank it down, popping her tits free. His mouth falls upon her nipples, suckling hard. She’s lactating within seconds, though he doesn’t think she’s pregnant... it’s just a succubus thing, at the end of the day. As he drinks from her teat, Arlo’s other hand goes down to his pants, working hard to free his cock from the confines of them and his boxers. As he does so, the red head wraps her legs around his waist, moaning as she pulls him close to her all of the sudden.

His freed cock rubs against the silken front of her soaked red panties, sliding back and forth against her covered slit as she gives him a knowing grin. Arlo can’t contain himself. He can’t hold back. But then... it’s obvious she doesn’t want him to. Without missing a beat, he tears her panties off of her body entirely, not just tugging them away like her bra. He rips them to shreds... and hastily pockets them as a trophy, hoping she won’t notice.

He's pretty sure she still does, but Arlo is in too deep to care at that point, or even to feel all that guilty or ashamed of being caught. Right now, he wants one thing and one thing only... to be inside of her.

A moment later, that’s precisely what the half-incubus is doing. He’s buried inside of the red-haired succubus and fucking her hard and fast as she croons beneath him, moaning up a storm and running her fingers through her hair while he continues to suckle at her nipples one after the other. His cock pistons in and out of her pussy and Arlo feels... he feels mad. Like a man possessed. It’s all too much. Too fast. Too fucking good.

With a hoarse groan, Arlo finds himself cumming inside of the red head in record time. And not a record he’s happy to be beating either. He grunts as, against his will, his entire body seizes up and he finds himself emptying his balls inside of her without a second thought. Normally he can hold back, but not with her unfortunately. Normally, he’s able to hold his release at bay for longer than that... but she milks him dry in mere minutes.

Her legs remain wrapped around his waist, even as she does something... and suddenly they’re both on the ground. Arlo finds himself on his back, staring up into the amused eyes of the red head as she begins to slowly ride him, bouncing up and down on his cock. His dick doesn’t even get a chance to go soft before she’s got him back to full mast, throbbing inside of her.

Smirking rather wickedly, the succubus runs her hands up and down his chest.

“Don’t worry, Arlo. You’ll learn a lot from me and the others at the Company. Our educational program might SOUND boring, but it’s anything but. When we’re done with you, you’ll be able to take your Aunt and cousin for a ride they’ll never forget. All you have to do... is go in with an open mind and a can-do attitude.”

It’s amusing, because those sorts of platitudes are the kind Arlo has heard from his father and mother all his life. And yet, he’s confident if they knew what was happening right now, they’d be horrified.

An open mind and a can-do attitude? And in exchange, he’d wind up potentially even better than Velma and Angelica? Reaching up, Arlo grabs hold of his instructor’s tits and gives them a nice, hard squeeze while giving HER a wide, wicked grin.

“Let’s get started then.”

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