A/N: Canon to the new Sinfulverse.
"Oh, that's nice…" Vanessa groaned, slumping into the couch with a smile on her face, and earning a chuckle of amusement from the behemoth next to her.
"You're already fried." John commented, glancing down at the succubus and raising an eyebrow. "You know it's Puff, Puff, Pass, right?"
"Yep." Vanessa answered with a small nod, smile still plastered on her face, before bringing the blunt back up to her lips and taking another long inhale.
So long in fact that she didn't stop until she saw John's large fingers appear in her face and pinch the blunt.
She made sure to shoot him a glare even as she held her breath for a moment, though nowhere near as long as John did. By the time he exhaled all the smoke from his lungs, Vanessa had quite literally forgotten that she hadn't even passed it to him in the first place.
"That's the stuff." The behemoth sighed as he too slumped down into the couch, letting his head fall back against the headrest. "Man, I love it when I get to unwind."
"I love smoking with you." Vanessa confessed her favorite part of smoking, cracking a grin up at him. "The secondhand smoke gives me a hell of a lot of contact high."
"Of course that's why you love it." John commented with a chuckle, before bringing the blunt back to his own lips and taking another massive hit.
Vanessa's addled mind found something oddly funny about the way John blew the plume of smoke out into a cloud. Something she conveyed by giggling as she inhaled yet another smoke cloud.
John's own amusement was conveyed in some kind mixture of coughing and laughing as his chest jolted forward, forcing him to catch himself on his knee.
Vanessa actually found herself instinctively lunging to catch him, laughing in wide-eyed glee as if she could actually catch him if he fell.
"Calm down!" Vanessa shouted even as she laughed, and John forced his laughter down to chuckling as he shakily passed the blunt back to the succubus.
"It's your fault." John accused as he slumped back into the couch. "All that fucking giggling." He teased as he reached over onto the armrest and grabbed the TV remote.
Vanessa playfully slapped his arm at the jest, but didn't reply further as she leaned back into the couch and indulged herself. After another steady couple of hits, she offered the blunt back to John.
The behemoth raised a pale green palm in response.
"I think I'm good for now." John assured, but Vanessa playfully rolled her eyes.
"Come on…" The succubus took a fistful of his shirt and playfully shook it, unaware of the fact that he actually allowed her to shake him, before meeting his gaze with a smirk and a raised eyebrow. "We haven't gotten baked in weeks. Why not tonight?"
John seemed to raise his head in thought, a smile of amusement on his face, before shrugging. "Fuck it, good point. Ain't doing anything tomorrow anyway." He caved as he reached over and plucked the blunt from Vanessa's fingers.
Vanessa silently cheered. John was fun when he let himself get completely stoned.
She watched as the behemoth brought the blunt back to his lips…
Only for her eyes to widen in surprise when John took inhale, and what was left of the blunt disappeared entirely from between his fingers.
Vanessa's eyes actually widened in surprise, and she took a moment to study his mouth as she tried to figure out what just happened, all the while the Overlord began to hold his breath.
"Where did it-?" She didn't even get the question out completely before John raised a finger.
The succubus raised her gaze to his eyes, and she decided to wait patiently for John to finish.
After so many seconds that Vanessa actually lost count, but probably wasn't anywhere near a full minute, John exhaled and released a considerably larger plume of smoke that managed to engulf the living room entirely.
The succubus found herself giggling with glee as she inhaled the smoke as if it were giving her life itself, before looking up at John with a grin.
And laughing at his expression.
John's eyes were squinted, the ridges around his eyes pulled tight as his nose scrunched, and his were pulled taught as he seemed to blink for a few moments.
It was the funniest thing Vanessa had ever seen, and she was fucking dying.
"Oh my god, your face!" Vanessa gladly fell into a cackling fit as she flopped back on the couch, pointing a shaky finger at the Overlord as he shook his head and looked over at the succubus, before letting out a few chuckles of his own.
"Yeah… been a while since I Superman'd it."
His voice was so unusually raspy.
It still rumbled like a train engine and graveled like rocks.
It was still funny.
By the time the succubus had pulled herself back into an actual sitting position, John had retrieved the remote and had gone flicking through the channels.
"Cable tonight?" Vanessa asked, her voice breathless and a little wheezy as she recovered from her fit of the giggles.
John shrugged, offering a surprisingly subtle and amused smile. "Ness, I'm fucking gone. Probably couldn't even type anything out." He admitted with a chuckle.
The succubus let a laugh escape her once more, though it was quick and held nowhere near as much energy as before.
"You big dingus. Can you still do more?"
John chuckled.
He raised a hand, closing it into a fist but for his index finger.
Vanessa watched a familiar crimson flame begin to glow at the clawed tip.
"You'll have to actually light it."
Vanessa looked at the fist for a moment… before shrugging.
Worked for her.
She leaned forward towards the table, where a couple bags worth of blunts were dumped out atop the wood, and plucked another up as her other hand grabbed John's wrist to guide the flame.
Once it was lit, the flame was gone the moment she applied pressure, and John allowed her to take a few hits before smoking some more himself.
The spent the next while or so smoking the blunts, getting higher and higher, until eventually the two of them sat relaxed into the couch, Vanessa loosely hitting the channel button on the remote in her lap with a single finger.
"Snowpiercer?"
"Nah."
"Honey Boo Boo?"
"Nah."
"Friday the 13th?"
"Don't like the first one."
"Jackass?"
"Hmm… you?"
"Nope." Vanessa answered with another accompanying channel switch.
They wanted to find something they could both enjoy, but there were so many different channels playing so many different things that so far they've both had said no on just about everything.
"Spongebob?"
"That voice hurts my fucking ears right now."
"Transformers?"
"Do you?"
"Hmm… no, sorry. Not feeling it."
"You're good."
"A Serbian Film? What's that?"
Her answer was John promptly swiping the remote, changing the channel, and tossing it back into her lap.
"No."
Vanessa… chose not to question it. Didn't look good anyway.
"Flapjack?"
"No."
"Venom?"
"Which one?"
"The uh… horror movie. Bleh."
"The snake one?"
"Yeah."
"Okay, yeah, no."
It was hard to know for sure how far they'd flicked without checking the guide.
But eventually… they ended up drifting away from anything that could be called PG in the slightest.
"Oh… they're cute."
"Nope, no fucking way, no tentacles."
"Aww…"
They'd ended up drifting in the first of the straight-up porn channels, and now it was less a question of finding something for them both to watch and more a question of finding something to get off together.
Eventually, something actually caught John's eye.
"Wait, hold on, go back to that last one." John instructed, actually raising a finger towards the TV as he said it. Vanessa raised an eyebrow and shot him a quick glance, but otherwise obeyed.
Only for her eyes to widen.
There was a large bull demon resting on a couch, while some busty tiger sinner stood between his legs and bounced herself on him.
"Okay, I know we're looking for something to jack off to, but I have never actually imagined a woman could enjoy that position." John admitted as he offered a quick glance back to Vanessa.
Vanessa, however… found the scene absolutely hot, admittedly.
So she turned her eyes up to John with a raised eyebrow and a confused smile on her face.
"Really? You've never been in that position?" She asked, shaking her head in amusement as she turned back to the TV. "No, that woman is having the time of her life."
"Okay, one, I can count on one hand the number of women who actually take initiative when we have sex, and it doesn't even use the whole hand." John immediately claimed defense on that of all things, before offering a teasing grin. "And two… have you ever been in that position?"
"A few times, yeah." Discounting daily life, Vanessa was still very sexually active, as her succubus nature increased her libido to a much higher degree.
Funny enough, John had been the only one to ever match her.
…
What the fuck.
Vanessa rolled her eyes, and she found it mildly amusing when John actually jolted back surprise as she jumped to her feet, and she let a grin cross her lips as she began to strip herself of her shirt.
Why were they trying to masturbate together when they'd fucked plenty of times before?
She made a show of it, shooting him a flirty grin over her shoulder after she'd peeled off her shirt.
Her cute butterfly shirt, she'd like to mention.
John offered an eager grin, his eyes eating up every drop of her bare skin as she tossed the shirt aside.
Her bra met the floor next, and she made sure to arch her back in that enticing manner that made John growl.
Maintaining her arch didn't hinder the unfastening of her pants button in the least.
She slipped her thumb into her pants, and then into the panties underneath, before slowly sliding the back of them down her firm ass and offering John the best view he could get.
Once her hands were the only things holding them up, she let the clothing pool around her feet, before turning to John with a smirk and leaving them where they sat.
And she turned on that succubus charm.
"Just sit back, and relax, and I'll show you how much women love that position." Vanessa assured as she stepped over a massive thigh.
John was still a massive beast of a demon, because even sitting down Vanessa still only came up to the neckline of his shirt while she stood.
But she also knew that John was the safest possible person she could ever have sex with.
The succubus gladly crouched down between the behemoth's legs, and skillful hands tore away undid the buttons and pulled the pants open.
"You and I both know you're ain't gonna be able to suck my dick the whole time." John pointed out, despite relaxing even further into the and allowing Vanessa to slip her fingers into his pants.
"Well duh…" Vanessa replied with an amused eyeroll. "I just need to get you hard."
She pulled his boxers down following that statement, and John's still flaccid member.
Upon seeing that it hadn't changed a single bit since her show, she raised a questing glance to his blue hues.
"I am high as a kite. I was gonna have to beat some feeling into it anyway."
He said it with nothing more than a shrug.
Vanessa let an eye roll escape her…
Before she brought a hand to the organ.
The action earned a barely noticeable full-body twitch.
Vanessa noticed anyway. She grinned.
And then she closed her lips around him.
A gasp escaped the behemoth as Vanessa began to bob her head down, sucking him into her mouth before pulling back to the tip.
Even completely flaccid, John's member was still ridiculously hard. Likely due to the fact that just under his skin, he was hard as a brick.
All the same, Vanessa still allowed herself to enjoy it.
Her eyes flicked up, and she managed to meet John's gaze.
His brow was furrowed in concentration, his eyes already lidded as his mouth hung open, heavy puffs of air escaping with every exhale.
She would have grinned if her mouth wasn't occupied.
Vanessa allowed herself to rest on John's lap, and she chose to ignore the ever increasing fire in her depths that was begging to be extinguished.
Her knees kept her elevated, and she could feel her fluids leaking onto her ankles, slipping between them and onto the carpet below..
There wasn't a single crack in her lips, even as he noticeably began to thicken.
And thicken….
And thicken…
Eventually, she opted to suppress her gag reflex and slowly took more and more of him into her throat as she offered an intentionally cute gaze up at the behemoth.
She felt satisfied.
John's hands clenched his couch, and in his drug-induced haze, he didn't realize that he'd actually squeezed into those spots. His head had fallen back onto the back of the couch, and Vanessa could only see his mouth, opened wise as his visible breath slipped past his teeth.
That was a reaction Vanessa liked.
To the point that she could no longer restrain her urges anymore.
The succubus maintained eye contact as she sensually rose to her feet, making sure to highlight her assets as she intentionally bunched her shoulders.
She knew exactly how to get a reaction.
Vanessa raised the inside of her brow, offered the cutest smile she could, and brought a hand to his now fully erect member.
Her delicate fingers wrapped around pulsing flesh as she began to gently stroke him, enjoying the way his body jerked as he tried to resist the urge to thrust.
Admittedly, the reaction made Vanessa break the facade for a moment as she offered a chuckle of amusement.
"I'm trying to be cute." She pointed out. "But the fact that you're trying not to thrust is actually adorable."
"F-Fu…." He paused, tensed, and took a deep breath. "F-Fuck you…" He breathed the words out, and relaxed as he let his hips begin to twitch slightly.
Vanessa actually giggled at what looked to be a genuine struggle for him, before letting her hand slide away as she turned around and faced the TV.
"Hold on." John suddenly spoke, and she let a small gasp escape her as she felt him actually cup her bottom and gently lift her back up. "Back up for a second."
Vanessa did, her toes wiggling in the carpet as she turned to face him.
John stood to his feet, letting his pants and boxers fall before hooking them on a finger and tossing them towards his bedroom. Next, he hooked the waistline of his shirt and removed the ripped black tee, exposing his bare chest.
And despite the mood…
Despite her excitement…
Despite her addled mind…
Vanessa actually paused for a moment.
The sight of John's ghastly chest gash would never fail to unsettle the succubus at first glance. It looked utterly painful, and it was hard to think that he wasn't in genuine pain twenty-four/seven.
John raised an eyebrow as she stepped forward, lifting and arm and resting a hand over the section of the gash that went down his stomach.
"You're still freaked out about that?" He offered a small smile of amusement despite the crimson blush on his face.
Vanessa continued to stare for a moment… before she allowed herself to be vulnerable as she looked up at him with a soft smile.
"I…" She struggled with her words. Considering her daily life, it was admittedly a struggle for her to even let him see his vulnerability. "Is it bad that I don't like seeing you hurt?"
"When the hell have you seen me hurt?" Sex actually seemed forgotten in John's mind as he cocked his head to the side, a curious smile on his face as he awaited her answer.
Vanessa paused.
John had never hurt her before… not when she'd spared him the privilege.
But he could be so annoyingly dense sometimes, and he was the one that said that sex should always be a safe space.
"That's not what I meant, dummy." Admittedly, Vanessa gave into the urge and wrapped her arms as far around his stomach as they could go, and John returned the gesture with a chuckle, a noise of acknowledgement as it clicked.
"My bad." The big lug actually apologized. "I'm uh… I'll admit I haven't always picked up on the cues I used to since I died." The hand offered a gentle tug and a reassuring squeeze, and he pulled her closer.
If it weren't for the raging hard-on currently pressing against everything south of the stomach, Vanessa would have liked to indulge in the rare semblance of complete safety.
But since that wasn't the case…
"Now," Vanessa would forever be glad she was one of the few who'd earned the privilege to budge John, as she shoved him back onto the couch, before turning around and resting her hands on his thighs as she pressed her ass against him. "I wanna have some fucking fun."
She enjoyed the way John gyrated under her as she grinded her ass against him. But when Vanessa kept saying log, it's because wasn't joking. Their size difference meant that he was more than on the large side, and Vanessa genuinely questioned how she had safely taken this tool, in its eternity, in the past.
But, she had, and she wanted it inside of her right fucking now!
After a few too many accidental brushings of her nether lips against his base, Vanessa couldn't take it anymore and rose up off of him.
She felt him slide along her ass, a shudder escaping her when his tup brushed her anus.
And then she felt his tip slip just inside of her.
She looked back to the still playing scene, and made sure she mimicked the pose perfectly out of nothing more than personal pride. She closed her legs together, and readjusted her hands to rest on his large waist rather than his hips.
And then she sunk herself down and engulfed him in her pussy.
As with every time before, it felt like there was a literal weight inside of her as she rested herself on his lap, and she heard a distinct cracking sound as John's hands clenching accompanied his gasp of pleasure.
Her mouth fell open, and a shuddered moan of bliss escaped her.
That's what she needed.
She could feel John pulsing against her walls, his cock stretching her to a degree she didn't know was possible as all of that mass was condensed down into her body.
To this day, not even Lucifer himself knew how the demons of Hell were sexually compatible.
They just were.
Nonetheless, whatever magic that took effect didn't make him any less smaller.
She could feel him touching her womb.
"F-f-fuck…" She gasped out. Every little movement she made, she could feel him shift inside her, and she could tell he enjoyed it almost as much as she did.
But… she was proving a point.
So, with the eagerness of the usual succubi, Vanessa didn't waste any time.
A pleasured groan escaped John's throat as the succubus threw herself into riding his cock, bouncing fast as a quick rapid smack began to fill the room.
John's legs began to shift, and she heard the furniture being crushed further as she was filled by his log.
"Fuck, Vanessa!" John gasped, panting as he struggled to keep from merely bucking his hips, lest he accidentally hurt the teenager.
But Vanessa herself threw her head back, and moaned in utter bliss as she plowed herself on him.
Sex with John was always amazing. He touched every inch of Vanessa's walls, and she genuinely found it hard to get enough once she'd started.
And that was to say nothing of when he took control.
Her hips bounced atop John's own, her fingers clenching against his skin as she struggled not to lose her mind.
That was the issue with her succubus body. Sex always felt too good.
Her pussy always ached for penetration. Even the freaks who managed to get the best of her tended to force reluctant moans and a humiliating orgasm from her.
But with John, it was different. She was safe, she had control if she wanted it.
She actually liked him, for one. For two, he was actually pretty attractive even with the gashes in her opinion.
But most importantly… she wanted it.
And as John always liked to say, that was the important thing.
So, hearing him gasp and shudder even as she felt his cock twitch inside her only made her moan louder.
"Mmmm… NGH! You're s-s-so th-thick…" She gasped as her eyes rolled up.
Vanessa enjoyed how snugly he fit inside of her. How easy he slid into her, how much he filled her.
He was big, and yet… oh so gentle.
A surprised gasp slipped past her lips when she felt his hips gently bucked up into her.
She could feel the way her pussy swallowed him eagerly, and the succubus actually giggled as she turned her gaze back to him.
"Excited?"
John's blue hues rose to meet hers, a smirk on his face as he nodded his head.
"You know what you're doing with the whole cute act…" He breathed out roughly, heavy chuckles rumbling out of his throat as he let his head fall back with a sigh.
Vanessa let another giggle escape her as she lifted herself off of him…
Before earning a gasp when she let herself fall back onto his lap.
"Yep."
John loved it when she acted cute. It got him harder than diamonds, and Vanessa loved it when the behemoth was eager.
His hands left the couch, and she felt his rough fingers come to rest upon her purple skin as his hands came to grip her hips.
Vanessa readjusted her own grip with an excited grin of her own, her hands calming to rest on his wrists as she prepared for John to have his fun.
Suddenly, John stood up off the ground, eliciting a surprised gasp from the succubus as he lifted her like a sack of puppies, before she found herself being pushed atop his coffee table.
Her knees hit the ground surprisingly softly, and a large hand on her back gently pushed her against the wooden top, knocking a couple of the blunts that had been laid out into the carpet.
She trembled under his touch, her body eager and waiting for him to resume his thrusts into her body.
She didn't often address it, but she found something utterly thrilling about the size difference between them.
She still stood at a somewhat normal five three, meanwhile his exact measurement was a solid nine feet and four inches.
He was gentle, comforting when needed, but his power was unmatched.
And his aggression was something else.
Vanessa's patience was finally rewarded when she felt his hands offered a quick warning squeeze… before he was freely sliding within her.
Gasp after gasp, moans were force from her mouth as John took the succubus from behind.
Her thighs banged painfully against the wood every time his hips smacked into hers.
Her fingers tensed up and scratched the oak under them every time he pushed himself inside.
Her ass flattened against his waist every time pumped himself inside.
"Fuck!"
"Ah~!"
It was euphoric.
John pulled her back onto him, grunts of primal desire echoing through the room with every lust-driven thrust.
Vanessa simply allowed him to have his fun. After all, it was fun for her too.
Her cheek rubbed against the wood in time with his thrusts, and some of her hair was trapped underneath the hand currently on her back.
Though… that didn't mean he couldn't use some extra motivation.
"H-Harder!" Vanessa cried out, her eyes squeezing shut as a particularly strong jolt of pleasure caused her to shake under him. "God, come on, really g-give it to me!"
It was a wonder the sentence had come out as clearly as that.
Because John's increase in speed effectively destroyed her brain.
It was like a piston inside of her, rocketing back and forth in her core, pushing her down into the table every time his flesh met her own.
The feeling of his skin on hers made her tingle, the sensation of a lover who actually cared definitely affected the experience.
Although… with their still influenced mental state right now, accidents were bound to happen.
"Oh, shit!" The words were followed a split-second later by the sound of John withdrawing from her. Followed just as quickly by a loud, deafening crash.
The succubus quickly jerked herself up now that she wasn't being held, and twisted herself as best as she could to see what had just occurred..
Her eyes flew wide when she spotted her friend currently picking himself up off the ground, his once fancy couch having been split clean in half by his weight.
"Oh yeah, I can sit down on it, but I'll demolish it if I fall." He mumbled in annoyance as he dusted off his head, and Vanessa continued to watch from her spot at the table for a moment.
Her lips were twitching, and the succubus wanted to grin so badly.
A snicker escaped her, causing the behemoth's eyes to shoot up to her.
When she saw the genuine annoyance on his face, snickering quickly became laughter as the sight was genuinely just too funny.
Her hands came up to try and muffle it, at least for his sake, but the way his expression slowly shifted just made it even funnier.
Frustration, which then led to resignation. Following that was a thoughtful look, and then a reluctant nod as he let his own small chuckle escape him.
"I'll admit, I have not had this problem before." His lips curled up into a smile, and John knew what he was doing when he gestured to the halves of the couch.
Vanessa simply finished giggling her amusement out, the noise dying to small, breathless laughs as she shot John a smile of her own.
"You're the biggest dork I've ever met."
He stood straight up at that, his head cocking to the side in a genuinely awed smile.
Before it gradually morphed into a smirk as he slowly began to nod his head.
"Dork?"
Oh, he didn't like that. Or he did, in that it simply opened up a quick return to their prior activities.
Something Vanessa agreed with. A bout of amusement didn't make the burning heat in her core go away.
She liked that about John. He didn't care about a mood, he cared about a good fuck in a comfortable environment with a willing partner.
Frankly, she was the same way. Who gives a damn if the room had a thirty watt lightbulb or neon purple lights? If there was a comfy bed that didn't risk piercing her back with rusty springs, that was good enough for her.
Besides… The succubus was still dripping all over John's carpet, and his own rod was still standing stiff as a board.
And Vanessa couldn't deny that part of her nature right now. Not with how ready she was and having been interrupted during their last romp.
She actually stared, a curled finger rising to her chin as she found herself biting her lip. Slowly, her gaze rose away from his penis and to his eyes, her eyes lidded with desire.
Vanessa wanted him, right fucking now.
Something the behemoth seemed to pick up on, as he abruptly surged forward, and the teen melted into his touch as his hands lowered with unbelievable speed and lifted her off her feet.
She could feel John walking even as he lifted her face closer to his, and Vanessa opted to partake in a quick make-out session.
With their size difference, there's no way the two were kissing during sex unless John could break his back. The only reason she even reached his chest was because of her horns.
Far too quickly, the behemoth reached his bedroom, and the succubus giggled as he casually tossed her onto the bed.
His thick, comfy covers cushioned her fall more than the mattress itself did, and he was on the bed shortly after she was, shifting until his massive chest was hovering above her.
His face was the definition of mischievous.
"So, how would the lovely teen like to take this dork dick?" He voiced each word slowly, with deliberate intentions of teasing Vanessa.
She actually pouted.
Calling out her age was just mean.
"You know I don't care."
"Tough shit."
Her words were twinged with a small hint of frustration.
His were simple and to the point.
Vanessa furrowed her brow in annoyance, before rolling his eyes with a small smile as she gave into his demands.
She offered him a small smirk, lifting her legs and hooking her hands around them as she spread herself open invitingly, angling her hips up towards him.
"I want you…"
She was going to get a little teasing of her own in.
"To take that log…"
He chuckled.
"Stick it in my pussy,"
He more than likely assumed she was being a smartass. He wasn't entirely wrong.
"And fuck me…"
And now, for the cherry on top.
"Daddy…"
There was not a single man in existence who didn't have that hidden switch inside them. There was a very real reason that had basically become the epitome of teenage and college humor on Earth.
John was no different.
The moment she uttered the sinful word, his entire body went tense, causing the mattress to shift down slightly.
And then… he grinned.
"Okay, we're playing that game?" He asked, raising an eyebrow as his upper eyelids closed halfway, and he gave her a competitive look that was dripping with lust. "Game on."
Vanessa actually bounced when he suddenly shifted himself into a sitting position, his rod resting atop the mattress, and his large hands reached over and hooked the succubus' thighs.
She let a small gasp of surprise escape her when John slid her down the bed and pulled her to himself.
He readjusted his grip so that his fingers were now resting under her lower back, his pushing gently against her sides as his thumbs stroked the purple skin under her breasts.
Vanessa's brow actually furrowed upward as she realized what John was doing.
She still wanted to fuck… but making it intimate wasn't fucking fair.
Unlike what she'd admittedly hoped for, John managed to angle his hips just right, and her lips squeezed together to suppress a pleased moan as she felt his wide head slip into her.
He pushed his hips forward slowly, burying inch after inch into her burning core and admittedly causing her to shake in pleasure.
This is why so many women kept coming back to John. Velvette, Carmine, and even a good chunk of souls he owned willingly came every time.
For a man barely breaking twenty, John seemed to have a surprising amount of sexual skill. It sometimes made her wonder if he was just insatiable, if he'd had sex this much while he was alive.
But it wasn't any of that.
It was just experience.
Deep down, John's biggest kink isn't even really kinky at all. His greatest pleasure is quite literally his partner's pleasure.
Not many knew that.
Vanessa did.
It didn't make her feel any less nervous.
She loved it when John made things intimate, but a sudden and seamless switch from kinky to gentlemanly was not something the succubus was typically prepared for, and it didn't help that Vanessa couldn't help but to melt into it.
By the time his hips had met hers, his cock once again completely embedded in her cunt, her legs were spasming in the air as her body trembled underneath him.
"J-John, w-wait!"
She was becoming vulnerable far too quickly and without any preparation, and it was making her nervous very quickly.
The moment the words left her mouth, his reaction was instant.
His eyes widened as he quickly pulled himself free once more, scooting away from the succubus and allowing her a bubble of personal space as he switched to a more natural sitting position.
He never looked away, studying to make sure the teen was okay as she slowly sat up, shaking for a moment.
Admittedly, she'd allowed herself to indulge in sex far too quickly and way too often since she died, but showing feeling vulnerability was something only three people had ever managed to earn of her, and one of them was sitting right in front of the succubus.
It wasn't like sexual activity was regularly consensual on Vanessa's end. To be point blank, she wasn't powerful and her only defense was a scorpion tail and a handgun.
She was halfway through the week. It was fucking Thursday.
On Sunday, she'd been an hour late for work because she'd had to take a third shower. She hadn't even made it to her car.
On Monday, she hadn't even made it to work because she'd quite literally been abducted and promptly eaten. She woke up in John's guest room the next day. Her own attackers had become the behemoth's meal at some point or another while she was out.
On Tuesday, a man snuck into the bathroom, and she had to keep wiping blood off her leg for the rest of that work day.
Yesterday, a double whammy. At least she'd made it to work.
Sinners got their fate for a reason, not even Lucifer himself could change that. And there were many in Hell who believed they were free to act on their desires. Whatever they were.
And since Vanessa had lived in the same apartment since she'd died… she was determined to keep living there without any help.
Well, there was John's button… but he gave her enough as it was and she knew was too attached to him to want to owe him any more than she already did. Letting him get his hands on her attackers was much better.
Besides, she was in Hell, and whether it paid to have friends or not, there was no point if Vanessa wouldn't be able to work her way back up from the bottom when she had too.
An eternity was a long time… and nothing lasts forever.
Vanessa didn't care how wrong it was, they were in Hell, and something would come along to break her and John apart at some point.
Remaining friends with benefits was honestly the safest option the succubus felt she had. She got someone she could confide in, someone who actually cared for her, and her heart wouldn't be a casualty at the end of it all.
Well, as big of one, anyway.
So many thoughts flew through Vanessa's mind at breakneck speed as she slowly lifted herself into a sitting position, and it took her a moment to regain her bearings as she shook her head.
Her gaze lifted up to face her lover… and after a moment, a wave of calm washed over her as she offered him a smile.
John wasn't perfect in the slightest. He was a cannibal, and saying even that just seemed like overkill, let alone all of his other very real flaws.
But despite owning her soul, her freedom was still hers, and he never broke any of her boundaries.
"Thanks." Vanessa couldn't help how shaky she sounded as she said it, as she took a moment to brush some of her hair out of her face. "I… I didn't expect you to just… my bad."
"Your bad?" John asked, his voice incredulous despite his expression only showing a small difference in a barely raised eyebrow. "You've told me about switching on you like that. The fuck are you saying it's your bad?"
…
Right…
She was still pretty high.
Her giggles were soft as she allowed herself to flop back onto the bed, the cloth of his covers rubbing wonderfully against the skin of her back as her breasts bounced with every movement.
"Just… fuck, get back over here and finish fucking me."
Intimacy was for a later date, and at least John wasn't going to prank her like that again.
She was still a succubus, and vulnerability or no… the fire in her loins was genuinely painful now due to a second interruption.
John's brow furrowed, before he shook his head as a sigh escaped him. "Alright."
He didn't sound happy… but Vanessa didn't pay attention to that when he began moving forward, flashing her a small grin.
Not to mention she was high as a kite and already sensitive.
High as kites and ready to actually have fun, they didn't bother with any foreplay this time.
John once again gently squeezed her hips, and a gasp escaped her when she suddenly found herself lifted into the air as the behemoth stole her spot on the bed.
Once he was laying down, he gently lowered her until she felt him slip inside.
Her head flew back, her gaze shooting towards the ceiling as a gasp escaped her.
There was no ceremony, no words, just two demons and their mutual lust.
A grunt of pleasure escaped past John's lips once he'd buried himself inside of her for the third time that night, and Vanessa's moans were equally blissful as she rested her hands atop his stomach.
She wasn't sure if she'd lifted herself of if he had lifted her.
She didn't care.
They went at it without any restraint. Vanessa screamed her pleasure through the entire apartment as she bounced her curvy body atop John.
Her shapely legs squeezed John's hips every time she slid down onto him again.
He was so big.
Vanessa loved it.
Her moans came out in pants at the pace they were going, and her arms were starting to shake.
One of John's hands slid back, and she yelped when she felt him stroke her tail.
She could feel the thin limb wiggling behind her, adding to her already overwhelmed senses as she struggled to stay coherent.
John said nothing, and Vanessa cried out with a smile on her face when she felt what she assumed was John's ring finger break through her tight anus and slide itself inside.
The addition of an already thick finger sliding into her rear accompanied with the cock currently pistoning up into her caused Vanessa's body to short circuit.
Her brain halted, and all she could do was scream.
Her arms gave out, and her breasts pressed against John when she feel.
He wasn't even hindered. While she soaked his lap and his sheets, his member continued fucking her sensitive wetness.
Since she was now slumped against him, twitching from the pleasure, John had been forced to readjust his angle.
Vanessa could feel herself rising and falling as John continued his ministrations on her rear.
His finger continued to pump into her, growing faster and faster, following after John's hips as she watched him grit his teeth.
His hips continued to thrust up into her snatch, and Vanessa could feel every ridge of his dick as it slid within her.
Her legs were shaking harshly against him, and her hips weren't moving of their own accord.
Already, the succubus was chasing another orgasm.
However, John finally seemed to be nearing his peak.
Suddenly, his finger withdrew from Vanessa's ass and returned to her hip as he quickly pulled her back into an upright position atop him.
His grip was so gentle, and yet he could be so rough…
The teen loved it.
Her hands found purchase on the back of his, squeezing against his skin as the behemoth grew far more eager with his thrusts…
Until his hips arched up off the bed, and Vanessa's eyes went wide.
Her mouth fell open in shock as the familiar sensation of John's load fired off inside of her, painting her walls with his seed as a loud groan of pleasure was forced from the behemoth's throat.
Vanessa's succubus nature began to kick in, and her body began to tremble with pleasure as she felt the substance drip out, splashing back onto John as well as leaking down her legs…
It was always pleasurable when this ability kicked in. Especially when she was with John.
Through no effort of her own, her walls began to convulse against him, causing the succubus to twitch in her grip as her body wrung the Overlord of every drop of semen it could.
But… the night was still young.
The two lost themselves to their pleasure as they tended to, and the sun had begun to crack through the window by the time they'd finished.
But as Vanessa was warmed by the behemoth's large arms, drifting off to sleep…
Her last lingering thought was of how she never wanted it to end.
A/N: In the original stories, Vanessa had only had two bad things happen to her. Her death, and Val.
In this one, she has no plot armor tail that can kill Sinners just because, nor does she have any potent venom in her tail to do more than paralyze a sinner at best. The only other abilities she still has are those that the succubi have.
And in this one, she didn't get off easy. Her life is still hard, and she's so messed up in the head from it all that she essentially sees John as the ultimate high, yet is too scared to actually utilize the benefits their relationship gives her.
Many of John's flaws are either blatantly obvious or haven't been touched upon in detail in the story, but this one-shot focuses more on Vanessa's issues.
Some details have been added here and there so it's more accurate and up to date, but this interaction between the two took place well before the beginning of Sinful Savior.