Literature
My Succubus Partner Chapter 1
Lance woke up to the felling of something over his face. He slowly opened his eyes and saw darkness. He attempted to open his mouth, noticing his chin sliding on something soft. His nose could smell a hint of caramel coming from what was blocking his vision. He could feel a weight on his thighs, very close to his hips. He could hear the stifling of high pitched giggles. It was then that he managed to piece everything together. "Take your feet off me!" He said as he grabbed the ankles and began to pull. "Aw! I cleaned them just for you!" He heard a woman say by him. He attempted to pull the pair of feet away from his face, but a sudden set of nails began scribbling at his sides. He immediately let go and tried to defend his sides. His laughter was aimed directly at her soles, leaking out from the small holes at at the sides that they formed. "Maybe if you kiss them, I'll stop." The woman teased. "NO! STOP!" Lance begged while laughing. As he desperately moved his hands to stop the tickling, her nails would move to dodge his hands and keep tickling him. "We can stay like this for a bit then." The woman said before giggling. She dug into his sides, teasing as many ticklish nerves as she could. Lance laughed and squirmed, trying to get her off him. After a few seconds of laughing and squirming, he was unable to throw her off. He closed his mouth in a last ditch effort to hold out, but the tickling quickly broke him. He laughed after a few seconds, begging her to stop. "OKAY! OKAY! I'LL DO IT!" He said. The woman stopped tickling him and he quickly pecked her soles. After a couple seconds, Lance's vision was brought back to him as a pair of bright red feet were taken away from his face. He looked down towards the woman, seeing his bright red skinned tease of a friend sitting on his thighs. She smirked at him evilly as her black eyes looked into his brown eyes. He managed to pull his gaze away from her entrancing eyes, noticing her perfect hourglass figure and two piece swim suit that is barely qualified as one. Her pitch black hair ran down her back, barely touching his legs. The one thing that stood out were her black feathered wings that came out her back and were too large to hide. "Was it fun at least?" She asked seductively. "Shouldn't you get ready for class?" Lance asked. "Awwwww! Don't say it like that! I'm your June!" She said while switching her position so she was laying on him, her face right next to his. "You did accept me for who I am after all." "Sometimes I regret that day." Lance said while turning his face away from hers. June pouted before tickling his ribs. "SO MEAN!" She yelled! Lance had no response other than laughing and begging for her to stop as she tickled away at his ribs. After listening to the third "stop," She pulled her hands away from him and kissed his cheek. "Say sorry!" She demanded. "I'm sorry." Lance said as he regained his breath from the two tickling attacks he suffered. June smiled and got off him. She quickly put her index finger to her lips and closed her eyes. Lance watched as her skin turned light brown and her wings disappeared. A white t-shirt and jeans covered her body, with flats on her feet. Her body figure changed to be slightly chubbier and shorter than before. Once the changes finished, she turned back to Lance with a smile. Her black eyes are now blue while her hairs is a simple short brown. "How do I look?" She asked with a devilish smile. "I like you more when you look like that." Lance said before turning onto his side. June pouted and kneeled down next to his bed. "Maybe I'll tease you during class later." She said softly. "Please don't." He said as a shiver went down his spine. "What? It gets you too excited?" She whispered into his ear seductively. Lance shuddered as she got up and picked up a bright pink book bag from the floor. She walked to the door of the room hastily before opening it. "I'll see you later!" She said cheerfully before leaving, closing the door behind her. Lance sighed as he got up and looked around the room. He saw his shirts thrown around and a few of her socks on the floor. He pouted and stood up. The sound of his heart beat reached his ears. He quickly grabbed his phone and opened one of the many games on it. He found himself calming down within minutes. He set his phone down and got changed into cargo shirts and a t-shirt with a band logo on it that said Demonic Angels with a picture of an angel with demonic wings on it. He took put some notebooks in his black backpack before leaving. He sighed and walked into the hallway of his apartment, seeing a brown haired man in pajamas sitting at a table at the end of the hallway. His green eyes looked at Lance, focusing on the tired man's messy black hair. "What the hell do you guys do in there? I keep hearing laughter coming from inside." He asked. "Just don't ask." Lance responded. "Ya. Ya. Just don't go crazy in there." The man said while looking up at the ceiling. "Shut up, Jamie." Lance said as he walked out of the apartment and headed outside. He looked around the busy streets before walking down the street. He quietly made his way to an archery range at the end of the street. When he entered, the host inside waved to him. The inside was filled with many bow types, attachments, and accessories. A small path could be seen to the far right that lead to an indoor archery range. "Hey, Lance! Should I get you signed up for a few shots?" The host asked. "Thanks George! I'll gladly take a few shots!" He said as he walked towards the range. The host followed behind him, heading to the far side of the range to setup targets. Meanwhile, Lance was getting a bow by the range. He picked them up one after another, getting into his shooting stance and pulling the string back before letting it go. After a couple tests, he eventually settled on a traditional wooden long bow. He took his position on the range and watched as George walked back. "I'll get you your arrows." He said while heading out of the range. While George was getting the arrows, Lance closed his eyes. He took a few deep breaths while standing still, his bow in his hands. After a few seconds of silence, George came back with three wooden arrows. Lance opened his eyes and looked at the arrows. He smiled, picked one up, and prepared to shoot. He aimed at the target far away and steadied his aim before letting the arrow fly. The arrow soared through the air, hitting the target just out of the center circle. Lance repeated this process two more times, with only the last arrow hitting the center circle, with the others coming close to it. "About average I would say." George said while walking up to Lance. "Not my day then." Lance said while walking over to the targets. He pulled out the arrows before walking back and taking another three shots. He managed to replicate the same results as before. Lance sighed as he went back to gather the arrows. "How did you get to be so consistent?" George asked. "I just pretend the center is something I always concentrate on. Then I shoot there." Lance explained. "What do you think of?" George asked with a curious smile. Lance stayed silent for a second, shook by the question. "Best if you don't know." He responded while looking away. George shrugged as he headed out of the shooting range. "Fine. Tell me when you're done! I'll bill you then!" He said while waving at him. Lance slowly grabbed the arrows and shot it at the targets.
