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This was it, Needy exhaled slowly, breath fogging the window of her best friend's house. Best friend? Yeah, as if. She killed Needy’s boyfriend -innocent and sweet Chip- over every other boy at that goddamn dance because she wanted Needy’s attention all to herself. What a fucking monster.
Needy readied the box cutter in her hand, then decided against it and shoved it in her back pocket. No, she needed to break the window first and it wouldn’t be good to do that with a sharp object in her hand. She reached for the brick she stole from the front garden instead, weighing it in her hand. Yeah, it would be heavy enough.
Inside, she could see Jennifer laying on her bed; the dumb, four postered thing with a canopy of all things. Sometimes Jennifer hated it and sometimes she loved it. I never bring boys over because they’ll laugh at my bed came out of her mouth nearly as much as it’s the perfect little cake topper in my room. Much better than your wood-elf vibe. Jennifer was contradictory like that. Sometimes she wore sexy, revealing outfits that had Needy balling her hands into fists, and sometimes she wore cute, flouncy outfits that grated on Needy for reasons that she didn’t understand.
Tonight, she was wearing a long sleeve shirt that bunched up around her waist, revealing a flash of her stomach between the hem and her underwear line. She never wore pants to bed, something Needy had learned a long time ago. She’d felt those bare legs against hers when they’d shared a bed in the past, the skin contact feeling like a burn even through the layer of Needy’s pants. She didn’t like the feeling it gave her then, and she especially didn’t like the feeling she got now when she looked at Needy’s perfect body, glowing in the moonlight.
Slim shoulders and perfect sized tits. Small waist and hips that were the perfect mix of thin and curvy. Needy hated how easy it was to gravitate towards her. She hated that she’d let Jennifer get away with this for too long, bound to her side with the title of “bff” and the feeling of what would she be without Jennifer?
Needy couldn’t even imagine it. For as long as she’d known Jennifer, it was like there was a dainty red ribbon tied around her throat that Jennifer could just tug, tug, tug at. Needy hadn’t thought twice about Jennifer breaking into her house the night after the fire, covered in blood with her clothes all torn up. She let Jennifer vomit that gross black stuff all over her kitchen floor. Hell, she’d even cleaned it up. She’d been to all the funerals for all the boys that Jennifer had killed (and eaten!) , but she’d always been complacent.
Until now.
Before she could second guess herself, Needy hurled the brick at Jennifer’s bedroom window, following it in the second the glass broke. She shrieked as she swung the box cutter towards Jennifer’s face, sharp and lethal. She’d stab that girl right through her fucking heart.
Jennifer stopped her though, one hand darting out to swing Needy’s arm away from her. The box cutter landed in one of the posters of Jennifer’s bed instead, impaling itself with a dull thunk!
They locked eyes then, Needy’s surely wild and manic, Jennifer’s wide and surprised. What? She didn’t expect her prized pet to fight back? She’d killed Chip for god's sake! And that was just the final straw, Needy had known what she was doing was wrong. No amount of jokes and slow eyebrow raises and seduction could change that.
Needy jumped into action immediately, straddling Jennifer’s body and pinning her to the bed. Jennifer was so easy to press down, to immobilize like she wasn’t even there. She was panting under Needy, little noises of exertion leaving her mouth as she struggled.
“Best friends forever, huh?” Needy’s voice raised into a hoarse shout. “You killed my fucking boyfriend, you monster!”
Jennifer looked at her then, eyes flashing silver and facing going slack. Then she lunged. Her teeth were in Needy’s shoulder before she could stop her, puncturing through her thin jacket and t-shirt. Shit, why didn’t she expect this? She struggled against Jennifer’s hold, hands finding her mouth until she could pry Jennifer’s mouth open and push her away.
Jennifer fell back against the pillows with a gasp, red staining her mouth as her hair fanned out in a halo. Needy felt her blood boil.
“You know what this is for?” She asked, yanking the box cutter from the wood where it had landed and swinging it high above her head. “It’s for cutting boxes.” And it would be for killing demons soon. She plunged the knife downwards, putting as much force into it as she could, but Jennifer fucking caught her hands .
“Do you buy all your murder weapons at home depot?” Jennifer glared around the knife, her two eyes divided down the middle by the sharp edge. “God, you’re butch.” She tossed Needy’s arms aside like they were nothing, making Needy lunge to keep her balance. When she landed back on Jennifer’s body, there were two hands holding her hips and Jennifer was practically growling. Right, she was too attached to Needy to kill her, that’s what she said earlier.
She was so weird, murdering everyone around Needy just for her attention. Did Needy not already give her enough? If she wasn’t one hundred percent sure that Jennifer was straight, Needy would have thought she had a crush on her. That would at least explain why she kissed Needy the night after she killed the guy who tried to ask Needy out.
That would… Actually, that made a lot of sense. Needy had thought Jennifer was trying to seduce her to get her mind off how Jennifer was fucking killing people, but maybe she had meant it genuinely. The way she’d pulled Needy on top of her, the way her hands slid under Needy’s shirt, the way she’d looked slightly disappointed when Needy pulled away. Ohhh.
Yeah, Needy was fucked.
What was she going to do? She’d broken into the bedroom of her demon best friend with every intent to kill her, but was now thinking she wanted to kiss her. And it didn’t help that Jennifer was half naked and making all these breathless noises under her. Shit.
So Needy did the only thing she could think of, she played into it.
“I know what you are,” Needy murmured, setting the blade on Jennifer’s stomach. “You’re a succubus. When those boys tried to sacrifice you and it didn’t work? They invited a demon into your body. Now you can only live by eating people.” She was regurgitating the words she read in that library book, seeing them swim in her vision as she trailed the box cutter up Jennifer’s clothes. It cut a thin line into her stomach, skimming across perfectly curved skin that made Needy dizzy to look at. Oh. She was maybe finding things out about herself.
“You can only be killed by being stabbed through the heart,” Needy whispered, tracing her blade over Jennifer’s tit before aligning it with her heart. She looked up at Jennifer, meeting her narrowed eyes with her own sweet pout. “Aw, but there's something in the way…”
Jennifer glared at her, hands tight on Needy’s hips like she was trying to shatter her bones. She didn’t object though, just jerked her chin upwards like she was challenging Needy. Well…
Turns out, fabric was not the ideal material for a box cutter. Jennifer’s shirt ended up split down the middle with a jagged line, the blade nicking her skin every couple cuts. Needy would have been embarrassed or aggravated, but Jennifer kept making these noises , whiney little whimpers and groans. Needy got the feeling that she wasn’t scared of her in the slightest. Bitch.
“Look at me,” Needy growled, poising the box cutter back over Jennifer’s heart and refusing to look at her tits. “I’m going to kill you.”
Jennifer scoffed, reaching both of her hands up to Needy’s face. They curled around her ears, cradling the back of her skull and holding her hair out of her face. It was almost sweet. Then-
“You’re such a fucking liar,” Jennifer spat, then she yanked Needy into a kiss.
Needy had kissed Jennifer before. They literally made out last time they were in a room together. She had been kind of caught off guard by it, but still, she’d kissed Jennifer before.
But that was nothing like this. Before, Jennifer had been exploratory, curious and soft. Kissing her felt like floating, Needy practically felt the clouds around her head. In (very, very strong) contrast to that, Jennifer was like a hurricane now.
She flipped them immediately, using her leverage on Needy’s head to pull her down and push herself up. Then she was on Needy, knees bracketing her hips while she kissed her dumb. Woah. Jennifer’s hands snuck their way under Needy’s shirt, turning into claws and easily ripping it up. Needy gasped into the kiss, feeling cool air and the touch of Jennifer’s body against hers. Jennifer’s felt so good against her, climbing to straddle Needy as she pressed her tongue to Needy’s. That felt good too… Jennifer was just so different to kiss.
Then Jennifer pulled away, a string of spit connecting their mouths. Her hair hung over her face, leading Needy’s eyes down to where she was straddling Needy’s hips, low-cut panties against Needy’s sweatpants. Needy’s hands had somehow ended up on her waist, holding her possessively as she panted. Needy felt a shock of energy go through her, but before she could act on it, Jennifer looked up with a self-satisfied grin.
“I always knew you liked me,” she drawled, and suddenly Needy remembered why she was here. Fuck! She’d let Jennifer seduce her! It worked!
Needy lunged upwards with a shout, knocking Jennifer off balance and jumping on top of her. She wasn’t even sure what her goal was, she just needed to see Jennifer under her. Jennifer, however, had other plans.
The two of them rolled across the mattress, legs kicking and hands scratching. Jennifer’s claws ripped Needy’s pants off easily, leaving them a tattered mess that barely clung to her legs. She was scratching Needy too, nails leaving lines of blood across her skin. Needy swung her box cutter in return, stabbing frantically in hopes of hitting Jennifer.
Their rolling had turned into tussling, both of them trying to pin the other. Needy was so focused that she didn’t notice the edge of the bed until Jennifer toppled off of it, falling flat on her back with everything from her waist and up hanging off the bed. Needy was on her in a second, stabbing her knife into Jennifer’s stomach before she even hit the bed. And it made Jennifer moan.
Needy paused, caught like a deer in headlights. She looked at Jennifer, at the blood leaking from her stomach and her upper body arched towards the floor. That was a moan, it was unmistakable. But-
“Got you,” Jennifer hissed, jerking her body away from the floor. Then she spread her arms wide and took them up.
Oh, right. She could levitate.
Fuck!
They nearly hit the canopy of Jennifer’s bed, Needy’s back brushing it before they violently flipped. Shit. Jennifer was trying to get Needy under her again, trying to restrain her. Needy fought back as hard as she could, refusing to get dizzy from Jennifer flipping them every which way. If only she could-
A really fucking risky plan popped into Needy’s head, but she was too hyped up in adrenaline to think about it for longer than two seconds. If it got them back on the bed, if it got Jennifer to stop trying to scratch her, then it was good.
Needy was clinging to Jennifer with her legs, battering her away with her arms and swinging the box cutter frantically. She just needed- there!
Jennifer pulled her clawed hands away for just a second to breathe, and Needy moved, shooting her free hand down, down, down, until she could cup Jennifer’s cunt through her panties and squeeze .
The flailing stopped, the midair twisting and flipping stopped, Needy even stopped breathing. Jennifer’s eyes were wide, staring at Needy with a surprised look on her face. Then everything started again and they both dropped.
Jennifer fell first, mouth open in a gasp as she plummeted back towards the mattress. Needy saw it in almost slow motion, the sheets spreading away from her body, her shirt falling open, her hair fanning out, her tits bouncing as she landed. Then Needy fell too, the box cutter swinging into a victorious arc towards Jennifer’s body.
It hit its mark with an uncomfortable squelching noise, but it wasn’t Jennifer’s heart that Needy hit.
Instead, blood leaked from Jennifer’s shoulder, running down her skin and staining the sheets. She was oddly beautiful with her jaw clenched in pain, eyes squeezed shut and mouth pressed into a harsh line. If Needy wasn’t focused on making her hurt, she would have kissed her again.
Jennifer whined as Needy shoved her fingers into the stab that the box cutter made. Needy ripped Jennifer’s skin open, feeling her succubus powers fight against her to keep Jennifer healed. No, she wouldn’t let them.
But Jennifer kept making these noises; pained little moans that were edging too close to pleasured moans. It was going to drive Needy crazy, digging her fingers harder into Jennifer’s skin to try to get her to stop. Instead, she got the opposite.
“Needy- Needy!” Jennifer gasped, her eyes shooting open. “Just fuck me already, please!”
Oh. Needy’s blood went hot, heat rushing to her face. Her actions from earlier caught up to her and she flushed even harder, oh.
“What?” Needy squeaked, body tensing on top of Jennifer’s. She was fucking straddling her, one hand in an open wound. The feeling of kissing Jennifer was still on her lips. The feeling of touching Jennifer was still on her hand. She would have freaked out, but Jennifer threw her train of thought straight off the tracks.
“Lick my fucking pussy,” Jennifer begged as she arched up into Needy, putting pretty tits and smooth skin on display. Was she always this hot, or was it her succubus powers?
Needy felt like she was going crazy, intentions aggressively shifting from killing Jennifer to fucking Jennifer- maybe.
The more Needy though abt it, the more she realized she did want to fuck Jennifer. She did want to have Jennifer moaning under her and flushed all pretty. The realization hit Needy like a wave, making her almost dizzy.
“Needy,” Jennifer whined, and Needy never really took her as someone who whined, but it sounded nice, so she wouldn’t complain. She would also do what Jennifer was begging so desperately for, scooting down Jennifer’s body until she could tuck herself between her legs.
Jennifer’s panties were wet on the bottom, the smallest little spot, but more than enough for Needy to zero in on it. She was a little scared, if she was being honest. Then her hand caught on the discarded box cutter, and oh, she had an idea.
As Jennifer trembled and whined beneath her, Needy flicked open the knife of the box cutter again, trying and failing to hold it steady in her shaking hands. This was- yeah, this was a lot.
Tracing the knife down the front of Jennifer’s underwear didn’t cut them at all, but it made Jennifer look at her, and Needy’s breath went short. Jennifer’s pupils were changing shape rapidly, switching from the pinpricks that her demon powers gave her to blown wide with arousal quicker than Needy could process. Needy couldn’t look away.
But she didn’t need to when she could slip the box cutter under the side of Jennifer’s underwear and pull upwards, slicing the fabric open. It fell away from Jennifer’s hips like it was pulled, leaving her bare except for the part stuck to her cunt. Needy felt a little proud of herself for that. She took her time reaching over with the non-sharp end of the box cutter and peeling them fully away, leaving Jennifer naked in the sheets.
Indulging more, she traced the very-sharp end of the box cutter across Jennifer’s inner thighs, enjoying watching her cunt twitch and hearing her breath catch. Needy used her thumb to open Jennifer slightly, giving her inner thigh a slight nick with the knife, and was rewarded with a moan, soft and pretty. She was so-
Jennifer gave a short, bratty whine, then pushed herself upwards and looked Needy in the eyes.
“Fuck me or I’ll do it myself,” she hissed, eyes flashing between dilations again. Needy’s blood ran hot, rushing up to her face and down to between her legs equally. Um!
In response, Needy sliced Jennifer’s thigh open, dragging a long, red line from her inner thigh to her outer thigh. Jennifer whined, both pleasure and pain in her voice as she fell back onto the bed. That was better, Needy decided.
She liked having Jennifer under her. It gave Needy a sense of satisfaction, that she was… pleasing Jennifer. Or no, that wasn’t it. Needy leaned down to lick the blood off Jennifer’s thigh because she wanted to. She followed the line inwards and then upwards to her cunt because she wanted to. She wasn’t doing this for Jennifer, she was doing this because having Jennifer this much at her mercy made her wet.
It wasn’t hard at all to run her tongue over Jennifer’s cunt, feeling it quiver as she did. Needy eased her tongue inside and tasted Jennifer, hearing her moan and feeling her grab at Needy’s hair. Absently, Needy batted her hands away, using her fingers to keep Jennifer’s hole occupied while she moved to her clit.
Jennifer arched off the bed, moaning obscenely as Needy sucked. Her legs were annoying, Needy decided, so she hiked one over her shoulder and pinned the other to the bed. It made Jennifer cry out, body convulsing as she twisted in the sheets. She was on her side now, writhing against Needy’s hands, and she felt powerful. No more succubus powers, no more holding friendship over Needy’s head, Jennifer was under her control now.
If Needy said “touch yourself,” Jennifer did, groping her own chest and shoving her fingers in her mouth. If Needy said “scream,” then Jennifer wailed, voice cresting in a pretty moan. And if Needy said “cum”...
Jennifer gave a broken moan, voice going high and low as wave after wave of her orgasm crashed over her. Needy licked all of it up, running her tongue over Jennifer’s cunt in broad stripes until she went still. Then, Needy sat up and admired her handiwork.
Jennifer was a mess, mouth still open from moaning her head off and hands clenched uselessly in the sheets. She was breathing hard, eyes distant and body limp. It was very satisfying to look at her like this, Needy decided.
Then Jennifer ruined it, eyes darting to Needy’s and mouth curling up in a smile.
“Wow,” she breathed. “I didn’t know you were such a dommy mommy.”
“Shut up,” Needy frowned, moving so she was sitting on her ass instead of her heels. She hated that Jennifer could just do this to her- rip her confidence away with a couple words and a smile. It made Needy feel weak, taking away all of her hard earned power like it was nothing. And worst of all, she fucking liked it, feeling her cunt pulse as Jennifer stretched languidly.
“Ohhh, what to do with you,” Jennifer sighed, scooting to a sitting position and facing Needy. “I could kick you out…? You’ve already done your job…”
That was- no. That wasn’t Needy’s job. She ate Jennifer out because it made Jennifer weak under her, not because Jennifer asked… oh. She did. Needy was just following orders. Oh.
So Needy sat there, helpless on her knees as Jennifer hummed and hawed on deaf ears. She felt bad.
But- Jennifer had been so easy to order around earlier. She’d melted the second Needy used a stern voice, jumping into action like she’d been shocked. Surely that wasn’t acting, right?
“Jennifer,” Needy spoke up, interrupting Jennifer’s monologue. She stopped, looked at Needy, pursed her lips, and asked, “what?”
It was so simple, but it tore Needy apart, her heart falling to her feet. She didn’t have it anymore. Jennifer wasn’t hanging off her words anymore, instead looking at her with a half-smile. She looked like she was about to laugh, tilting her head at Needy.
“What?” Jennifer laughed. “You thought you could control me? You’re so dumb!”
Needy felt like she was melting, sinking into Jennifer’s bed and never coming out again. She felt sick to her stomach, the taste of Jennifer in her mouth turning sour immediately.
“Oh, don’t be like that!” Jennifer cooed. “I still loveee youuu…” She drew the words out in a way that made Needy’s head spin, body starting to shrink into itself. It didn’t even matter that she was still wet, legs clenched together awkwardly, she felt crushed. She thought Jennifer was beneath her for the first fucking time ever and it barely lasted. Needy was wrong.
“C’mon!” Jennifer teased. “I have a surprise for you!”
That made Needy perk up. Something was wrong. Oh, fuck. The box cutter-
Jennifer grabbed it before Needy could lunge to stop her, but it wasn’t Needy that she stabbed. Instead it was the bed, impaling the mattress between them and then twisting it deeper so the box cutter stood on its own. Jennifer paused to meet Needy’s confused eyes, then dissolved into laughter. She laughed like she knew something Needy didn’t, and she knew that Needy wasn’t gonna like it. What did-
“Ride it!” Jennifer suddenly ordered gleefully. “Ride your little weapon!”
Heat flashed through Needy. Ride it? Jennifer wanted her to fuck herself on the handle of the box cutter, sitting all pretty on the middle of Jennifer’s bed. Holy fuck. Needy could feel her cunt twitching, begging for any sort of stimulation. She wouldn’t give in. Jennifer couldn’t make her.
But Jennifer laughed at her and teased “you won’t!” And before Needy knew it, she was kneeling over the handle of the box cutter, feeling it press past her folds.
She held her breath as she sunk down, feeling herself stretch open. The handle felt weird in Needy, too hard and too straight, but it was entirely worth it for the way Jennifer stared at her. She was transfixed by the way the handle disappeared into Needy, watching her cunt with hungry eyes.
When she bottomed out, Needy let out all of her air in a huff, not missing the way Jennifer perked up at the noise. Jennifer crawled forwards and put herself right in Needy’s face, watching carefully so she could watch Needy’s face contort when Jennifer’s nimble fingers found her clit.
“Oh-” Needy breathed, and Jennifer did it again, rubbing a harsh little circle on Needy’s clit. She looked pleased to have Needy breathing so heavily, scooting close and looking up at Needy as she began to rock her hips.
The handle of the box cutter was, by no means, made for this use, but it wasn’t… bad? There was a little nub near the end of it that fucking nailed her sweet spot whenever Needy pushed her hips forwards. It was an addictive feeling, driving Needy forwards over and over again until sweat started to stick her hair to her forehead.
It was an addictive feeling for Jennifer to be looking at her the way she was too. She was staring at Needy like she came down from the heavens, rubbing her clit almost reverently. What did Jennifer call her earlier? “Dommy mommy?” Well, Needy didn’t think that was her, but Jennifer was surely the opposite, clinging to Needy’s breaths like she could live on them alone.
It was the same feeling from earlier, the same rush of power. Maybe Jennifer was acting when she said Needy had no power over her. That seemed like the kind of mind-game she would pull… Needy would think more about it when she wasn’t riding the handle of a fucking box cutter.
Suddenly, like a wraith, Jennifer appeared at Needy’s eye level, looking her in the eyes before ducking down to her neck. She scraped her teeth along Needy’s skin, sending shivers down Needy’s spine, before bringing her mouth up to Needy’s ear.
“I can do it better,” Jennifer whispered to her, lips brushing her skin. She was so close, her tits pressing to Needy’s skin, her body rocking with Needy’s. Needy moaned and tipped her head back, giving Jennifer more skin to kiss.
“Do your worst,” she breathed.
The words were barely out of Needy’s mouth before Jennifer knocked her over, sending her sprawling back on the mattress. Needy gasped, reeling as all the stimulation was suddenly taken away.
“You bitch,” she cursed breathlessly. Then she heard Jennifer rip the knife from the bed and her priorities shifted. Fuck, did Needy mess up? Did she let her guard down? Was Jennifer going to kill her?
Jennifer was, in fact, not going to kill her, it turned out. Instead, she took the box cutter by the sharp end, crawling forwards to kneel between Needy’s legs, and fucking plunged it into her cunt.
Needy shouted, feeling every nerve in her body light up as Jennifer fucked the handle in and out, knocking Needy’s breath out of her body with every thrust. She squirmed against the sheets, whimpering like Jennifer was before because jesus fucking christ.
Jennifer had her close in seconds, hovering over Needy with a look of fascination on her face. Jennifer wanted her attention, right? That’s why she was killing people? Well, she fucking had it now. And she very much had it when she brought her free hand back to Needy’s clit, rubbing once, twice, three times, and then Needy was gone.
Her orgasm hit like a fucking train, wiping out Needy’s vision and stealing her breath. She was floating in bliss, red streaks like sprays of blood cutting across what her eyes could see.
When she came back, Jennifer was sitting on the bed next to her, posed all daintily while Needy sprawled out. The box cutter wasn’t in Needy anymore. Instead, it sat near her head, the knife part of it still out, but now dripping with blood. What the-
“Did you grab the knife?” Needy asked incredulously, picking up her head in an alarmed way. Jennifer just shrugged at her, licking blood from between her fingers. This bitch.
“I’ll heal,” she said flatly, and Needy dropped her head back to the mattress. Fuck. She would.