Succubus Diaries
5-4

(nsfw content at the end of chapter)

"You're kidding," one of the nurses gasped as Panacea and I removed our costumes. We were in the clinic changing room after another day of work, and Panacea was sharing some of her highlights. Nurses, as it turned out, were terrible gossips who loved a good dirty story.

"No," Amelia laughed, "he really wanted a dick that was roughly the length and width of a two litre bottle."

I kept my back turned as they laughed, hoping no one would notice my rosy cheeks.

"Could a woman? I mean..." Just the thought of trying to fit something that big inside me sent twinges of pain up and down my legs, and I was a shapeshifter.

The nurse, Julie, I think, snorted. "No, and even if she could, could he even get it up?"

I looked over my shoulder to see Amelia shake her head. "No, not enough blood in his body, and even if he did, he'd likely pass out in the attempt."

"Why would he even want it to be that big?"

"He probably thought it would make him smarter," Julie shot back with a laugh.

Shaking my head, I shrugged my robe off and quickly pulled a shirt on over my sports bra. I'd learned quickly that none of the nurses really cared too much about nudity, as they saw enough of it during the day.

"So, did he go ahead with it in the end?" Julie asked as I slipped my sneakers on.

"Well, sort of. I managed to talk him down to something more… biologically feasible."

"Pity, I would have been tempted to give it a go. Oh well, I'll see you tomorrow!"

I called back a goodbye as Julie left, but I was distracted by my phone buzzing.

[John: Sorry Love. I've asked around but nothing surfaced yet.]

Looking again at the message, I resisted the urge to sigh. When John had offered to help me find the source of the crystallized magic, I thought he'd be able to find out in a couple of hours, but it had been nearly two days with nothing to show for it.

Unless, of course, he was only humouring me, but I doubted that, as he'd been nothing but honest when he made the offer. The joy of being an empath.

But seriously, how hard was it to find a Merchant selling an extremely rare drug? Maybe I should find out? Humming to myself, I tucked the last part of my costume into my locker.

"You okay?" Amelia asked, slipping off her own robe.

"Yeah." Closing my locker, I turned around and leaned against the door. "Just thinking about that Merchant who broke into the storeroom."

Amelia gave me a long look. "If you want to go running off to play hero in your spare time, I'm not going to stop you. But you can't do it in your healing uniform. As healers, we need to be impartial, our business depends on it."

"Is that why Nadia doesn't go out?" The nurse was the only cape that the clinic employed, with the power to change her size freely, but there were no mentions of a cape like that on PHO.

"No," she laughed, "she doesn't go out because she doesn't like the whole 'cape' thing. She wants to be a nurse, and while we're not really a hospital, working here protects her against forced recruitment by a gang or the PRT."

"The PRT really does that?"

"Kinda." Amelia waved her hand in a see-saw fashion. "Minor villains or vigilantes that have gone too far are sometimes given the chance to join as an alternative to prison. A lot of the time, though, they just make vague threats about 'life expectancy of solo capes' and warnings about retaliation. They prefer to focus on the money and other bonuses for signing up."

"So, pick the carrot, or get the stick?"

"Pretty much." Pulling her hair back into a loose ponytail, she worried her bottom lip for a moment, her emotions sliding from amusement to a mix of caution and embarrassment as she took a deep breath.

"So," she said with forced calm, "I was wondering if you wanted to hang out on Saturday? Maybe get some lunch or a movie?"

Her face was glowing by the time she finished, the taste of her attraction and embarrassment thick on my tongue.

"I — like, a date?" My face was burning as I struggled to find the words. I knew she found me attractive, it was hard not to when I could taste her emotions, but I'd never expected her to actually ask me out. At Winslow, I had more or less resigned myself to the fact that I wasn't much to look at and that no one would seriously want to date me outside of Greg.

"It doesn't have to be!" Amelia said quickly, holding her hands up. "I mean, not if you don't want, we could just —"

Stepping forward, I took her hand in mine to calm her down. Outside of her costume, Amelia was short, with frizzy hair and freckles that I found cute, and that day we had spent together at the mall had been fun.

"No I, I'd like that." The words tumbled from my mouth, and for a moment I worried that I'd made no sense, but then she broke into a goofy smile.

"Really?! That's great, I mean, don't feel like you have to, I understand if you're not —"

"No, I really do, I just didn't —"

Both of us stopped and stared at each other. I went to say something, but so did Amelia, and we ended up stopping again. Just as the sudden tension in the air was bordering on unbearable, Amelia laughed.

"Oh god, we're both useless, aren't we?" Burying her face in her hands, Amelia couldn't hold back her laughter, and I quickly joined her, the tension between us quickly dissipating.

"I word good," I grunted between laughs, making Amelia laugh harder.

"So," she said once she had calmed down enough. "Saturday?"

"Saturday," I agreed, and on impulse, I let my body return to its natural state, horns and all. Amelia stared in surprise, but I could taste her arousal. Leaning forward, I gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, then turned and fled out of the room, taking the form of a nondescript woman as I left.

Unfortunately, I couldn't hide my blush as easily and had to ignore the pointed looks from the nurses as I walked out of the building.

##

I was practically bouncing as I walked down the streets, I had a date! Even better, it was with someone who knew what I really looked like. Sure, it wasn't like I planned to walk down the streets with my horns, wings and tail visible, but the idea of constantly having to hide my appearance was starting to grate on my nerves.

Stopping at a small cafe, I grabbed a cup of tea to calm myself down, but I didn't think anything would stop me from smiling.

I'd have to text Amelia later, see what time she wanted to meet up. I wasn't even sure what movies were showing at the moment, so I'd have to check and then — my thoughts came to stop with a nearly audible screech.

What was I supposed to wear? I didn't have anything but jeans and hoodies, I was still in the process of replacing all the clothes I'd 'outgrown'. Maybe something of Mom's, or would that be too old-fashioned?

Fuck, I needed to go shopping, but I wasn't sure what would look good on me. Maybe I could pop back to the clinic and ask Nadia? She was older than me, maybe she would have a good idea?

Stopping in the street, tea in one hand, phone in the other, I realised there was one other person I could ask. The thought made me cringe, but she was not only my age, but much better at fashion than me.

Slowly, I typed out a message, hating myself for even considering this.

Taylor: Hey, I need a favour.
Madison: Sr, wts up?

I groaned at the mangled English, the sight of it making my hands twitch.

Taylor: I have a date this weekend, but i'm not sure what to wear.
Madison: oOOOoo, yre little Dr?
Taylor: Yes.
Madison: Well that mks it esy. A string bikini

Growling in frustration, I shoved my phone into my pocket and kept walking. What did I expect that over-sexed idiot to suggest? I'd only gone a few meters when my phone buzzed several times in quick succession.

Madison: R u blushing? Bt u R
Madison: ?
Madison: Hello?
Madison: I ws jking
Madison: Seriously though im happy for you. Do you need to go shopping?

Stopping, I glared at her messages; that she had switched to full words was not lost on me.

Taylor: Yeah. I've outgrown all my nice clothes.
Madison: Grt, tomorrow nite k? Mt at 5?
Taylor: Okay. I'll see you then.

Sighing, I put my phone away. I hadn't forgiven Madison for the things she had done, but after everything that had happened to her, was she even still Madison? I shivered as I tried to picture it. Having two completely different sets of memories and a body that didn't match either. It must be maddening for her.

Finishing my drink, I pushed my feelings aside — I had a date! — and quickly checked the time. I had maybe an hour or so before Dad started to wonder where I was, and I had a vague idea where the Merchants hung out.

Walking into an alley, I made sure no one was around before ducking behind a dumpster to change into my real appearance. Stepping out from behind it, I took a moment to stretch my wings. It felt like months since I'd last been able to use them.

Not that I really had much choice, what with my fight with Dauntless and then Blackwell. I'd tried to avoid going 'full demon' in an effort to go unnoticed.

Unfortunately, I'd already tried once to fly with my horns and tail hidden. I'd ended up crashing into a neighbor's tree. While I didn't need to flap my wings to fly, I did apparently need my other features for balance and control.

Guess I'd have to rely on my necklace and the fading light to avoid trouble.

Spreading my wings, I jumped into the air, Mom's long coat flapping in the wind as I rose. Clearing the nearest rooftop, I turned towards the old trainyard. It was close to the docks and pretty much abandoned by the city. I'd often heard dad complaining about the druggies in the area, so I figured I could start my search there.

The trainyard was one of those places that no one wanted. While the docks were technically still operational, the trainyard had shut down when I was really young. The buildings and rails were still there, but beyond that the area was abandoned.

With no business and very few people nearby, the gangs never bothered to claim it. This made it the perfect place for the Merchants to hide out.

Every now and then, the Mayor would talk about reclaiming and reinvesting in the area, and the police or the other gangs would move in and force the Merchants out, but eventually they would worm their way back in.

Landing on a rooftop, I closed my eyes and tried to reach out with my empathy in an effort to 'sense' what was around me. I wasn't sure why it manifested as a sense of taste, but I assumed it was related to my nature as a demon.

Unfortunately, this limited its usefulness as a tracking tool, and I quickly gave up on the idea.

'Guess I'm doing it the hard way…' Huffing to myself, I moved to the other side of the building, jogging to get some speed up, and jumped to the next building. I had excellent hearing and night vision; I'd just have to look out for anyone who looked suspicious.

##

After nearly twenty minutes of searching, I was starting to feel lied to.

Everyone always said how dangerous Brockton Bay was, that there was always a crime happening somewhere and that the areas around the docks were the worst, but so far I'd found nothing beyond a car backfiring.

Huffing, I sat on an air conditioning unit that was mounted on the roof of a building.

What had I expected? Drug dealers hanging out on street corners, big neon signs with things like 'Drugs, drugs, drugs!' and 'all night high!' written on them? God, I'm an idiot.

I needed information, or at the very least a starting point, and I didn't have much time to find it. What was more, I realised as I glanced down at myself, I couldn't do it looking like this.

A succubus going around demanding to know where the Merchants were hiding? No way that wouldn't get back to the PRT.

Standing up and hiding my wings, tail and horns, I turned my clothes into a copy of my Respite uniform — no, wait, Amelia had said not to use this costume for 'heroics'.

With a thought, I changed the colours, turning the white parts of my costume black and the red into gold. It wasn't perfect, but it would do until I could come up with something better.

Pacing across the rooftop, not really watching where I was going, I considered my next move. If I didn't find something soon, I would have to give up and hope John came through.

My thoughts were interrupted by a shadow flying overhead.

My heart stopped in terror as I looked up, expecting at any moment to be blasted by Dauntless. Instead, it was a girl in a white dress. She was hovering over the city, her back to me as her head moved, obviously looking for something.

I knew who she was, of course. Glory Girl of the Brockton Bay Brigade, a family of capes that patrolled the southern part of the city. They weren't major celebrities or anything, but they were well-known enough that I'd seen them on the news occasionally.

My dark clothes had to be the only reason she hadn't seen me when she flew overhead.

This could be useful! I'd barely had time to consider calling out to her for help before she went into a dive, vanishing beneath the rooftops. I could hear a car engine revving and the sound of metal breaking in the distance.

Without thinking, I ran forward, hopping across the rooftops until I saw her again. She was in an alley, holding a man in the air with one hand while her foot was pressed against the ruined front end of a car.

"Don't give me that shit!" she shouted, lifting the guy higher. "Where did this come from?"

I couldn't see what she was talking about, but this was probably the best chance I would get to find a lead.

Moving quickly, I jumped off the roof so I landed around the corner from Glory Girl when I heard the first gunshot.

As I sprinted around the corner, I saw a man hiding behind the ruined car taking potshots at Glory Girl. He must have been in the passenger seat or something and she hadn't noticed until he started shooting.

He didn't seem to care that his friend was still in Glory Girl's hand, and she was too busy shielding her captive to fight back.

Grabbing my wand, I fired a simple sleep spell at the gunman, and he slumped bonelessly to the ground.

"I had that handled!" Glory Girl shouted, giving her 'hostage' a quick shake as he tried to kick her. A wave of something passed over me, almost like an echo of emotion, but it vanished so quickly I barely felt it.

Her blue eyes narrowed at me from behind her white domino mask. She was radiating caution and barely-restrained anger, so I approached them slowly, sliding my wand into my pocket. "You better be a hero, cause I'm in no mood to deal with a villain right now."

"I'm a hero," I said quickly, holding my empty hands up. "My name is Respite. I saw the fight and wanted to help…"

Almost casually, Glory Girl dropped the man she was holding, then pinned him to the floor with her foot. Now that I was closer, I could see the vial of glittery blue liquid in her left hand.

"Well… thanks… Aren't you the one who works with Panacea?"

"You've heard of me?" I didn't squeak, and I dare anyone to say otherwise.

"Of course. Word gets around. The Wards said you were a healer; why are you out here?"

"I'm looking for that, actually." I pointed to the vial she was holding. "A Merchant downed some, then he tried to set me on fire, so I was trying to see where it came from. Where did you find it?"

"Guy at school had it." Her anger spiked again, but there was something else mixed in with it... guilt or shame, maybe; it was hard to tell. "He beat the shit outta someone and then went into a coma."

I hadn't heard about that, but that didn't mean much. I was too busy at work to really keep up with the news, and there would be no reason for him to be brought to the clinic, as Panacea couldn't fix brain damage.

"Of course," Glory Girl ground out, "this asshole won't tell me where he got it!"

"Go to hell!" The Asshole groaned. "You can't do shit to me!"

Her anger spiked, and she pushed her foot down a little harder. "You sold drugs to kids. You really think anyone is going to give a shit about you?"

Despite her anger and her words, I was pretty sure she was bluffing, but it was probably best I put a stop to it.

"Here, let me talk to him." Walking forward, I grabbed Asshole by his jacket and pulled. Glory Girl lifted her foot off him, letting me pick him up and pin him to the nearby wall.

"Damn, you work out or something?" I heard her mutter as I held his feet off the ground.

"Look, let's be honest, we don't care about you or your friend, but this stuff is pure poison, and that can't be good for business."

Asshole glared at me. "Yeah, so what?"

"So, tell us where you got it, and I'll let you go. Or," I leaned forward, my hood hiding my face from Glory Girl so she didn't see what happened when I altered my face slightly. My mouth widened, almost reaching from ear to ear as my eyes turned black and my horns emerged from my hair. "Or I can tear your fucking heart from your chest and leave you in the streets to rot! I'm a healer, you piece of shit, no one would even think I touched you."

"Jesus!" Asshole paled, grabbing my arm and attempting to push himself further into the wall. "Alright, alright! I got it from Mike! He hangs out at the empty cafe two blocks east!"

My face snapped back to normal, and with a polite 'thank you', I took my wand from my pocket and hit him with a sleep spell.

"What the fuck was that!" Glory Girl hissed as I lowered him to the ground.

"Just a simple sleep spe—"

"Not that!" She waved a hand in irritation. "I meant that whole 'voice of the legion' shit!"

"Oh! Um, it was an illusion spell I made," I said, lying through my teeth and hoping to hell she wouldn't notice. "Why, was it too much?"

"I dunno, were you trying for horror movie monster?" Rubbing her forehead, she chuckled, and I heard her mutter to herself. "And people give me shit for scaring people."

"Sorry?"

"Nah, it's fine. So, what should we do with these two idiots? You did say you would let them go." She gave me an expectant look that made me feel like I was being judged.

"I only said 'I' would let them go. And if someone should happen to see them here and call the cops, that's nothing to do with me."

"Hah!" amusement filled the air as Glory Girl laughed, one hand pulling a cellphone from a hidden pocket on her costume. "And I thought Panacea was a bitch."

"What?!"

"I'll tell you another time." She quickly typed something on her cell, then shoved it back into a pocket. "Now, shall we check out that cafe?"

Hesitating, I considered it, but the beeping of my phone distracted me.

[Dad: are you okay?]
[Taylor: Yeah, I'm fine. I bumped into a friend and we were having coffee. I'll be home soon.]

I cursed as I typed out my reply and Glory Girl gave me an amused look.

"Parents?"

"Yeah, how did you guess?"

"You're not the first newbie I've met." She laughed and rose into the air. "Go on, you head home and I'll take a look. Send me a DM on PHO and I'll let you know what I find."

"Oh!" Stopping, she dropped back towards the ground, "Do you need a ride, or are you okay getting home?"

"I'm fine," I assured her. "I can move pretty fast when I want to." And there's no one around to see me.

With a wave, she rose up again, apparently unknowing or uncaring about the show she was giving and shot off across the city. I waited until she was out of sight before I moved further into the alley and shifted back to my real form.

Taking to the air, I flew at a more sedate pace as I considered my encounter with Glory Girl. She seemed nice, if a bit intense, and she really filled out that costume of hers.

Thinking about Glory Girl and how she looked, a naughty idea came to mind. Maybe I'll have a bath when I get home… not like anyone else would mind.

I hummed to myself at the thought, a slight shiver running down my spine. I wonder what Amelia would think about that? If things with her ever got that far, would she be up for a bit of roleplay?

Thinking about Amelia brought with it thoughts about our upcoming date, almost making me giggle. I was still smiling about it when I got home.

"So," Dad said, giving me an amused look as we sat down to eat dinner. "Good day?"

[bonus scene]
I bit my lip as I looked at the steaming hot bath filled with bubbles. Did I really want to do this? Remembering how Glory Girl looked as she rose into the air, a shiver ran down my spine. Yes. I wanted to do this.

With barely a thought, I twisted my body to match hers and looked at myself in the mirror. As I didn't know what her face looked like, I'd still have mine under her mask, which I kept on, and something about that sent a thrill through me.

Glory Girl was a bit taller than me, with smaller breasts and hips, but more defined muscles and waves of golden blonde hair that I was almost jealous of. How she kept it looking so good despite all the fighting and high-speed flights, I didn't know.

"Well," I said quietly, amused to hear Glory Girl's voice. "Here goes nothing."

Climbing into the bath, I sunk into the water, sighing as the hot water eased my muscles. Enhanced endurance or not, a day spent running around the clinic was still tiring.

Slipping down, I let my head fall under the water, golden hair floating all around as my head gently rose out of the water.

Looking down at 'myself', I wondered if Amelia would like this? Kissing me, touching me while I looked like someone else? The thought sent a thrill through me, and a warmth started to build between my legs.

Biting my lip, I lifted one of 'my' legs out of the water, admiring Glory Girl's muscle tone. Our bath wasn't very big; I couldn't even lay flat in it and had to bend my legs to get my head underwater.

Hooking my leg over the edge of the bath so I could spread myself a little wider, I gasped as the cold porcelain touched my bare skin. The position lifted my hip and [] broke the surface of the water.

I stared at the tuft of blonde hair. Did Glory Girl shave herself? I'd probably never know. For now, just seeing something other than my usual dark hair framing my lips was enough to make me shiver.

I slid a hand down my body, over my breasts, past my hips and stopping at my core. Gently, I traced circles around it, lightly touching my lips and gently pulling them apart.

My leg trembled slightly, the warmth spreading outwards through my body. As it reached my chest, my nipples hardened, the cool air of the bathroom tantalising on the wet nubs. I brought my free hand up, raking my nails across the surface of my breasts and leaving trails of fire in their wake.

Glory Girl's breasts were smaller than mine, but they had a great shape that was deliciously firm in my hand. Lifting a breast up, I brought a nipple to my mouth, worrying it gently with my teeth to help stifle another moan.

My breath was coming in shaky gasps as I spread myself wider, one of my fingers dipping just inside my lips to stroke across my clitoris. My fingers froze at the sensation as lightning danced across my body. I held still, waiting for the feeling to pass.

Slowly, my hands started to move again; I wasn't satisfied yet.

Releasing my breasts, I slid my now-free hand down. Lifting my hips, I tried to spread myself wider as I slowly inserted my fingers, working them in and out as my other hand moved around my clit, never quite touching it.

I pushed my fingers deeper, and another moan crawled its way up my throat, forcing me to bite my lip in an effort to stifle it. My legs were trembling nonstop as I rolled my hips, pushing them even higher.

Water was spilling over the edge of the bath, bubbles landing on the floor, as I continued to move my hands in a steady rhythm. I could feel the orgasm building and quickly brought a hand up to cover my mouth, turning a deep moan into a muffled squeak, and my body locked up.

I rode out the orgasm, even as my leg twitched and I lost my footing, sinking below the water and sending more of it over the edge. Grabbing the edges with my hands, I pulled myself up, coughing and choking even as I continued to shake from the aftershocks.

"Taylor!?" Dad called. "Are you okay?"

"Y-yeah!" I called back in my own voice, face glowing red and trying not to giggle. "I'm fine! I just… slipped."

Hooking both arms over the same side of the bath, I let myself stay there, just basking in the afterglow and my body slowly returning to my real appearance.

I was so doing that again.

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