FIRST IMPRESSIONS
Editor's Note: This story is only for Mature Audiences Only. Reader discretion is strongly advised. I repeat: Reader discretion is strongly advised.
This story includes sexual situations and sex itself. There is no violence and it is a Caskett story. No character death of any kind.
ONE CHAPTER ONLY
January 19, 1998
Kate had only been a Succubus for just a little over a year, the second her eighteenth birthday was officially over, no less. That night had been a real shocker for her. The pain had been terrible. Her back hurt, her butt hurt, her forehead hurt, and she had to take off all her clothes. If she hadn't, she was sure she would have ruined them.
The single first thing she noticed after the pain subsided was that her breasts were huge. She had suffered through being a flat-chested fifteen-year-old until finally, she started to develop. However, unlike some girls, she never filled out all that much. She was comfortable wearing a 35B bra, and that was as big as she got.
She didn't officially know what size she was now. She didn't wear a bra when she looked like this. But she was betting 36DD or maybe not more. She had wanted to be bigger, but this was bordering on too big.
Running to her full length mirror hanging on the door in her bathroom, she got a good look at her new breasts. That also showed her that her skin was more reddish. Not sunburn red, but more a darker red. Add to that the large wings coming off her back that were darker red with streaks of black in them.
Then there was what was hitting her vanity. SHE HAD A TAIL! And it was a long one, too. Grabbing it since it seemed to have a mind of its own, she found the tip looked like an arrowhead.
Next, she noticed that her brown hair was gone. It was still long, just as she liked it, but it was jet black with a touch of very dark red in it. It looked kind of like having highlights or something.
That allowed her to notice the horns on her forehead. They were sharp and pointy but not all that long. If anything, they barely came out of her head.
"WHAT THE FUCK!?"Kate kept twisting and turning to see herself. It had to be her. She was in the mirror. When she felt her own breasts despite their obvious size, she saw they didn't have any sag in them at all. They were perfect.
She could feel herself touching them. Gone were her little pink areolae and tiny pink nipples. In their place were large brown areolae and large brown nipples. They were sensitive when touched. Pinching them just a little sent signals straight to her pussy which started to get wet. Not just wet, but gushing wet. The longer she pinched her nipples because she loved the feeling of it, the more juices flowed from her pussy and made a line down one of her legs.
Grabbing a hand mirror, she saw that her mound was also changed. Her inner lips were now protruding past her outer lips. She didn't even recognize her own pussy any longer.
Touching them while wet only made her more aroused. She needed sex, and she needed it now! But what to do? Her parents were home, and she couldn't let them see her like this.
And worse, as she looked in her hand mirror, her pussy lips were getting darker the more her need for sex grew.
She wasn't a virgin any longer since she took care of that last year. And it had sucked. It had hurt, and there was blood. As soon as he climaxed, he pulled out and rolled over, leaving her wanting with blood between her legs.
It got better, but she had also started taking birth control pills. She remembered she should always use a condom. Save for that one time. Then her period was late, and she had freaked out mightily, afraid that she might be pregnant. She didn't want to be pregnant. Maybe not EVER!
She knew what male cum looked like, felt like, tasted like, and while most of it wasn't bad, she had learned that it was an acquired taste. Still, instead of intercourse, she started giving blowjobs and thought that she had gotten pretty good at it.
However, right now, she needed to be fucked. She needed to taste and get a man's cum inside her like right fucking now!
Climbing out her window looking just like this, she had found the neighbor boy. She sucked his cock, sat on his cock, and bounced up and down till she climaxed. Finally, his cum was inside her.
That was when she learned that she could hypnotize a boy and suck his cock, or fuck him, or both, and he would never remember a thing. Not a single thing. She was still invisible to most boys.
~{o}~0~{o}~
Over the last year, she had worked out that she could produce pheromones that seriously attracted a guy. Just producing them caused boys to have erections immediately. It was actually a little fun.
Pheromones to get him hard, a quick blowjob that he was never going to remember, and she was good for days. A quick fuck that they also never remembered, and her craving for male cum went away. She could last a few days without swallowing a boy's cum, but if she didn't do that, then her need for cum inside her pussy only got worse.
With a blowjob every three days, more or less, she could do without cum in her pussy for about two weeks. But she needed that cum. If she tried to hold out, the need and pain started to become unbearable. Once, she had almost got caught because of that. It scared the shit out of her that one time. She never did that again.
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Then one day it happened. She was at a mall doing a little shopping, and while apparently she didn't need food all that much, she'd found that if she ate just a little, it helped delay her need for cum in her pussy for a while.
So here she was in the food court eating a rather bland Chinese meal. The food court was notorious for not bad food, exactly, but there was a lot better food elsewhere. Still, here she was sitting at a four person table with her bag holding a new bra and matching pantie set laying on the table where she could watch it.
"Hi, are you willing to share?" he asked her. "All the tables are occupied and there's just you at this one."
Kate looked him over. He was older than she was. She just recently turned nineteen, and Christmas was coming up fast, like tomorrow. She was home for Christmas break because her mother had asked her.
Still, he was young, handsome, not little-boy-thin like most of the boys she gave blowjobs to, or let them fuck her because she needed their cum. No, this guy was more of a man than a simple boy. "Sure." Kate pulled her bag a little closer and watched him sit down.
He didn't have Chinese as she had. His meal looked more Indian, and there was one of those food stalls in the food court. "Thanks, it's busy here today. Too many last-second shoppers, I guess," Rick offered.
"Like yourself?" Kate asked. He had his own small bag that he laid on the table so he could keep an eye on it as well.
"Guilty as charged. I decided to get my mother an additional Christmas gift. Now I need to decide if I want to wrap it or discreetly stuff it into her stocking and say Santa brought it along with all the other things Santa brings her," Rick told her.
Kate broke it to him. "Santa doesn't exist, you know."
"NO! Don't say that." Rick held up his fingers in the sign of a cross to ward off her evil thought. "Of course, Santa exists. You can't say things like that! That's just plain evil. You're not a Vampire or anything, are you?" He put his fingers down.
"No, besides, the sun's out. How could I get here if I was a Vampire?" Succubus, yes. Vampire, no.
That was one more thing Kate had done since that one day that changed her life completely. She'd spent hours and hours in the Public Library reading and looking up everything she could find on Succubi.
She certainly looked like one and acted like one. She had learned a lot about a Succubus. Saw a lot of pictures, and while none of them looked exactly like her, a few were close. Except, what they wrote told her that most of these people, if not all of them, had never met a Succubus in their life. What they got wrong could fill a book.
"So, why do you hate Santa?" Rick asked.
"I don't hate him. I just don't believe in him. I was three, and we didn't have a chimney." Kate shrugged. "Besides, I got all my presents from my parents, not him."
"That's a terrible excuse. Didn't have a chimney. As if that would ever stop Santa," Rick scoffed. Then he said, "Where are my manners. I'm Richard Castle." He extended his hand to shake hers.
"Kate Beckett." Kate shook his hand and felt something go straight to her pussy. Suddenly she needed cum. It was too early for her to feel that need, but she suddenly had it.
"A pleasure, Kate Beckett." Rick was glad to meet her. He was doing his level best not to release pheromones. Not in this enclosed space. He would end up surrounded by horny women if he did. For all he knew, they might sit there and stroke their pussies through their pants, and he didn't need that.
Still, this Kate Beckett was intriguing. There was something in that handshake that was different. She was different. But he didn't understand how.
"College, I assume?" Rick was more playing with his food than eating it, but he also noticed that Kate wasn't eating either.
"Stanford, pre-law. The plan is to be a lawyer like my parents," Kate explained.
"Really? Nothing like a challenge. I'm a writer myself," he told her. "My second book came out at Thanksgiving. Just in time for the Christmas rush. It's already on the New York Times Best Sellers list."
Kate put two and two together and came up with her mother's new favorite writer. "You're that Richard Castle?" He wrote about murders, and she didn't see the appeal.
"A fan, I presume?" Rick queried.
She shook her head. "Not a fan of murders. My mother liked your first one. I'm not sure if she's bought the second one or not. I didn't want to get her the second one if she had."
"Well, let's take care of that right now." Rick grabbed his bag and held out his hand for her to take. "Find a bookstore, buy my own book, and sign it for you. Then she'll have a real Christmas present." Rick patiently kept his hand out and waited.
"Sure, what the hell." She would buy the book, he didn't have to. So she picked up her bag and took his hand. Suddenly that need to have his cum was back and in full force.
While she should have, she didn't let go of his hand. Except her need didn't increase any, it just never really went away.
~{o}~0~{o}~
"Flowers For Your Grave." Rick bought it and didn't listen to her protest that she had money and could buy her mother a book.
Rick talked while he wrote, "To the Magical Kate Beckett who is a mystery in her own right. Richard Castle," and at the bottom, he impulsively wrote down his phone number.
"Oh, wait, this was for your mother, not you." He had screwed up, so this time Kate let him buy his own book and sign it for Johanna Beckett. "Here you go, two for the price of one."
"I still have one more Christmas present to purchase. But I'll make an offering to the gods that we meet again in the future. Until then, Kate Beckett, pre-law student from Stanford." Rick took her hand, brushed a barely-there kiss on her knuckles, and let her take her hand back.
"Au revoir," Kate told him.
"French. You spoke French." Rick took her hand back, and this time, he did kiss it, followed by slowly kissing his way up her arm.
Kate recognized what he was doing. "Down, Gomez." It was kind of cute and a just little embarrassing.
"Yes, of course. You're quite right. Until later, Morticia." Rick kept up the game, but he did leave her. Though the farther he went away from her, the less he liked it. There was something special about her.
Kate was having the same problem. She missed his touch, and while he was perhaps a little weird, it had been fun. Kate sighed. She had enjoyed the short amount of time they'd spent together, but she had presents to wrap. She buttoned her coat and headed to the closest subway station.
Come morning, the Becketts had their usual family Christmas. They opened presents, stockings were plundered, and later they enjoyed a wonderfully delicious Christmas dinner. Even though she didn't believe in Santa Claus, Christmas was one of Kate's favorite holidays.
But two weeks later, on January 9, 1999, something unbelievably horrific happened. Her mother had been found dead. Johanna Beckett had been stabbed and left to bleed out in an alley somewhere in the city.
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Kate was despondent, as was her dad. Her world was falling apart. Worse, she was a Succubus, and she needed a man's cum soon. She pulled down her book. Well, his book, and ran her hand over the cover. Her mother loved his books, and while she still hadn't read a single one, she did remember him.
She even knew what he'd written inside her book. He had left his phone number. Naturally, she hadn't called him. However, she still remembered his touch as well as his silliness. Hmm, she was going to need a man's cum soon, so why not his? Using the phone in her room, she dialed his number.
Rick picked up the phone. "Hello?"
"Hello, Gomez." Kate bit her lower lip since she was toying with him, and while silly, it had been fun.
"Morticia! I was just thinking about you. Your ears must be ringing or buzzing or whatever it is that they do. How have you been?" Rick inquired. But she didn't answer. "Kate? Is everything alright? Are you okay?"
"I've been better," Kate admitted quietly, even though she knew next to nothing about him. Just his name, that he was a writer, and that was it.
"That doesn't sound good. Why don't you write this down, and I'll wait." Rick eventually gave her his address. "I'll give you an hour. Otherwise, I might have to find a way to come look for you." Rick knew he stood zero chance of finding her, but he really did want her to come see him.
Kate smiled a little. He only knew her name and nothing else, so it was a hollow threat. "I'll be there." She hung up, picked up her purse and the paper with his address, and caught a cab.
It was just like she thought. It was an apartment building, so that explained the unit number. Kate took the stairs since he was only on the second floor and knocked.
"Please, come in, Kate. Tell me what's going on in your world that isn't making it better." She should be happy…
"I need something, and you'll do. It won't hurt, and you won't remember a thing." Kate began taking her clothes off. For it to work, she needed to be a Succubus. And for that she needed to be naked.
"What the hell?" She was kind of bold, but he found he liked that… a little. "Pretty sure I'm going to remember this," Rick countered. He remembered all the naked women he'd had sex with over the years.
"No, you won't." Kate knew he wouldn't, but that was alright. Maybe with a man it would be different, and she could come back here again someday.
"Almost positive I will." Rick liked what he saw, but then he saw something shocking. She suddenly had wings, a tail, horns, seriously large breasts, long black hair, and her skin color changed.
"You will remember none of this," Kate told him, secure in the belief that it would work on a man as easy as it did a boy.
"Oh, I know I will," Rick insisted, and he took off his clothes.
Kate didn't understand. That wasn't how it always worked. She had to order males to take off their clothes, and yet Rick was doing it willingly. Not to mention that he still thought he was going to remember when he wouldn't.
However, once he was naked, she saw the impossible. He grew wings, a tail, and horns. His hair got longer, and his skin color changed to nearly match her own. But her eyes were riveted on one other thing. His cock. He had an enormous cock. It was easily eighteen inches long, if not an entire two feet. And thick! It was the single largest cock she had seen in her life!
"So, you're a Succubus. I've only ever read about them. I've never actually met one before," Rick admitted.
"And you're an Incubus. I read about them when I went through every book, research paper, and journal I could find about a Succubus. I had no idea they existed." Kate was looking him over, doing her best to look past his incredible cock. She saw his chest with muscles in all the right places. And his abs? They were amazing.
Oh, my God! He was absolutely gorgeous! She even felt a pull that brought her to him. Was it pheromones, provided he had pheromones?
The second she touched him, she felt it. The need. The need to have him. To suck his cock and taste him. To have him in her pussy. To have him fill her with his cum.
Rick placed a hand on each of her breasts, and suddenly his cock twitched of its own accord. Was that her pheromones? He had to have her. He desperately needed to taste her and wanted fuck her pussy so very badly.
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Kate collapsed on top of him, resting for a moment. His cock, while finally softening, was still inside her. It was right where she always wanted it to be, or it so felt.
Her breasts pressed into his chest. She had given him a blowjob, and he didn't taste anything like those boys had. His cum was so utterly different, and she savored every bit of him. He wasn't going to be an acquired taste. She already loved his taste.
Then he fucked her. Not once, but twice. And he'd done what no one else had ever done. He put his face between her legs and ate her pussy until she finally stopped screaming because she was ready to pass out.
Rick was holding her in place so she couldn't escape him. Her taste was like no other woman's ever. Her pussy took every inch of him, and he had felt and heard his balls slapping against her. She was capable of taking all of him, and that had never happened before. NOT EVER!
"Can we stay like this forever?" Kate asked while resting on him. He had done things no boy had, and she cherished having his massive cock inside her. She was still a little amazed that she'd taken all of him right down to his balls. She had felt them hitting her and heard the sound of his skin slapping against her.
His cock didn't even have a helmet head like all those boys' cocks. His was flat with a bit of umbrella look to it. It was officially twenty-two point three inches long. She knew that because she had measured him. And eventually, it would even fit in her mouth and down her throat.
~{o}~0~{o}~
It is six months later.
Kate took her diploma, shook Police Commissioner Armstrong's hand, and went back down the stairs on the opposite side. Then she raced out to find Rick. He was absolutely all she had left in this world. She loved him so deeply that she didn't know what would happen to her if she lost him, too.
Someone had murdered her mother and her father had turned himself into a drunk. It was because of all of that alcohol that she had lost him. He'd drunk himself to death. So, that left her with Rick, who had stood by her during all of it.
"I graduated! I'm officially a cop!" Kate wrapped her arms around him with both of them in human form, of course, since they were in public. Then she kissed him.
"What did Black Pawn say?" She knew he missed some of today's ceremony, but he'd been there to watch her cross the stage and graduate from the Police Academy.
Rick grinned and told her the outcome. "It's a one point two million advance. All I have to do is finish the manuscript and send it in."
"YES!" Her boyfriend was rich! Well, richer than she was anyway. So she kissed him again.
Ever since they'd gotten together, neither of them had needed anyone else. He gave her more than enough cum daily. Her pussy was never empty. In turn, he ate her pussy and got her cum that he needed on a daily basis. So, they were perfect, a match beyond compare.
"So, what do we do to celebrate," Kate asked, "since I can think of something." She was thinking of sex, lots and lots of sex. With her being a Succubus and him an Incubus, they didn't get tired.
He knew exactly why she wanted to be a cop. She needed to become a Homicide Detective to find out who killed her mother and caused her to lose both of her parents.
"I have a better idea," Rick said.
"Oh?" What was better than sex all night long and almost more orgasms than she could barely count? He was that good!
"I was thinking something else, if you think you're ready." Rick slipped his hand into his pocket, pulled it out, and opened his hand to reveal the ring resting on his palm. "I was thinking about getting married one day. What do you say, Kate?"
She was stunned into silence. They hadn't even come close to talking about marriage. Her tears started flowing down her cheeks in streams as she stared at the engagement ring. She loved him, she truly did. Her life revolved around him.
"Yes!"
"We'll find out who killed her, Kate. We will. And if you don't make him suffer until his mind breaks before his life ends, I will. We'll do it as husband and wife." Rick slid her ring on her finger.
"YES!" Being married to the man of her dreams worked for her. Whoever he was, he didn't know who he was messing with. She was a Succubus, and her fiancé was an Incubus. The son of a bitch that killed her parents didn't stand a chance in HELL!