Touya is in need of some luck or good fortune. His days feel numbered the longer he stays in this house.

He has no other choice left. He’s exhausted all other options. Everything done so far as been proven fruitless.

It’s a silly idea that crosses his mind when he reads an article about spirits and supernatural entities that grant well wishes. It’s even sillier when he finds himself purchasing the necessary material to summon said being.

Deep down he knows it won’t work, and considers it hilarious when he follows the instructions by drawing a pentagram in the middle of his floor, lighting strategically placed candles, and chanting words of a foreign language three times from a small book.

There’s no surprise when he opens his eyes to see nothing, but the small orange glow of flickering flames and his shadow dancing on the wall. Well, so much for that.

Thinking nothing much of it, he blows out the candles, shoves the book in a drawer of his desk, and goes to bed.

Now, he can boldly proclaim he’s tried everything, and it all led to disappointment in the end.

When he wakes the next morning, nothing is different. The air doesn’t give that sense of change. However, he is greeted with soiled underwear sticking to his groin. Odd.

He usually remembers having a wet dream, but no details, big or small, come to mind.

Things start to get *very* weird when Touya continues to wake up to the same feeling of cum stained fabric morning after morning. His body gets increasingly more sore as the week goes by that

he thinks his father is beating him in his sleep.

Speaking of which, those have stopped randomly. Not that he’s complaining, but his father is tamer than normal. His mother looks genuinely happy for a chance. His siblings are *laughing*. All of the things he thought were

impossible became possible within the span of a few weeks.

There is a slight deliema (or blessing depending on how you look at it) Touya is experiencing with the miraculous change of pace in his life. His dreams stopped. No nightmares, thank god, but no good dreams either.

He knows hormones can be crazy sometimes, but you would think if he’s busting a nut in his sleep every night that he would remember *something* juicy about it. To his dismay, all of the pieces he finds in his mind’s eye are blurry. A cloud of haze blocks the specifics from the

he closes his eyes to waking up. He’s determined to figure out why.

With a simple trial and error, Touya deducts that something must have happened the night he performed the ritual. A quick search on the internet proves he messed up the words on the incantation. Some people

share their experiences of accidentally summoning a demon with malicious intent or a lust for blood.

Touya’s glad he’s not in their shoes. He’ll take the curse of jizzing in his bed over shadowy figures trying to hurt him any day.

The only logical next step is to see what

could be the source of his problem. He stays awake one night for as long as he can, but slumber hits him like a tidal wave. Resting his eyes for a few minutes wouldn’t be that big of a deal, right?

But then it happens. Warmth. A weight on his chest. Something damp on his cheek.

Cold hands slip under his shirt to caress his pale skin. The sensation of sharp nails scratching him causes a shiver, but he tries to keep his eyes closed. If he waits a little longer, he’ll be able to catch whatever this is red handed and cast it back to where it came from.

“I know you’re awake.” A low voice purrs in his ear.

Not a second later, Touya shoots up and grabs the person by the arms. So it *is* an intruder. A fucking creep who sneaks into his bedroom to do whatever the hell they want while he’s asleep.

“Who are you?” He spits. Eyes straining to adjust to the darkness. A glimpse of red wings flash in his vision.

The person laughs, a breathy thing. “*You* summoned *me* remember? I should be the one asking you that.”

Wait. Summoned? Oh hell no. That was suppose to be a joke.

He didn’t think he would actually conjure up anything. It was all wishful thinking that a book, some chalk, and candles could change anything this significant in his life. He’s suppose to accept that this creature has anything to do with that?

The lack of response causes the being to sigh, “But I guess I can introduce myself. You can call me Hawks - the succubus you summoned four nights ago to grant a wish in exchange for a small piece of yourself.” The last five words emphases by fingers walking up the middle of his

before tapping at Touya’s nose.

This is all too much information at once. He needs a minute to process, but Hawks isnt the type to wait. In fact, he also doesn’t care about the inner turmoil happening in his prey’s thoughts.

This is typical. Teenagers will do anything as long as it promises a cheap thrill. Too reckless to heed the warnings of others. It’s funny to see their reactions when their harmless fun leads to the awakening of their worst nightmares.

“I’m here to collect what I was promised so stay still for me okay?”

Touya’s pushed back on the futon, boxers pulled down to his ankles. He’s flaccid, but one touch from a taloned finger has his cock standing straight up. Erect and leaking from the slit.

He tries to fight back, but paralysis keeps his body still. The only thing he can move is his head.

“Sorry about that, hot stuff. Don’t like my food running away from me.”

Blue eyes widen as he watches Hawks guide the sensitive head inside that tight, slick heat, let out a

pornographic moan, and drop the rest of the way to take him all the way inside. The sex-crazed smile that stretches across pretty, pink lips is sinful.

Hawks starts to bounce up and down in his lips with fevor. Head thrown back with hands bracing on Touya’s chest as he chases

his own pleasure. “Fuck, you’re so big. The best I’ve ever had.”

This should scare him. Someone forcing themselves on him, using him for their own pleasure, and having no control over it except to let it be. It’s enough to make anyone cower in fear, beg for mercy, profusely

apologize for any wrongdoing in hopes to keep a piece of dignity.

But Touya doesn’t feel scared. He feels weightless. Fuzzy. In a trance he doesn’t want to get out off. To bask in this feeling for as long as possible. It feels good if he’s being honest. The praise and attention

makes his cock twitch, and Hawks hums a laugh.

“You like when I talk to you like that?” Curious fingers card through snow white hair before grabbing tight. “Like when I tell you that you feel so good inside of me?”

All Touya can do is nod. *Yes, keep going, don’t stop.*

Hawks is beautiful. All the physical traits he would enjoy in a partner blended perfectly together. Blonde hair, pretty eyes, tanned flesh littered with freckles that resemble starlight, and a small, lean body.

Gold and scarlet. Flushed, soft features highlighted by the

moonlight peeking through his window. This is what an angel looks like if they took dick like a common whore. Touya has to bite down on his lip to quiet his pathetic whimpers when he feels Hawks cunt squeeze him so deliciously.

Touya feels his balls draw up as he sees Hawks pinch and twist a pert nipple with one hand while the other goes to touch his neglected, swollen clit. He’s half lucid when he realizes his hands are gripping on soft thighs, and his hips are thrusting upwards like a piston.

The sweet heat of the succubus’ snatch beckoning him to release inside.

He’s not holding back now that he has full use of his body again. He’ll apologize to Natsuo in the morning for the noise. Consequences be damned, he groans loudly as Hawks’ moans go an octave higher.

Why wasn’t he awake like this all the time? The pleasure of having his cock warm and held tight is delicious. His rhythm begins to falter when Hawks squirts hard. The rush of fluid dropping between both of their legs only make Touya’s brutal pushes more pronounced as the wet

slapping of skin fills the quiet room.

“Cum for me. Fill me up, nice and full. I know you can do it. Be a good boy, Touya. Give it to me.”

And he does. Orgasm ripping through his body as his vision goes white, coating those spasming, silky walls with his seed.

There’s so much that it trickles out of Hawks plugged hole.

Touya’s breathing is labored, but Hawks seems unphased.

“Wow, there’s so much. You never cease to amaze me.” Hawks collapses on top of Touya’s chest and presses a kiss over his heart, “You might get me addicted.”

He feels weak. Light-headed. Cold. The room is spinning, and he closes his eyes to find solace. There is no post-orgasm high. If anything, he feels like he got hit by a truck. Energy quickly draining from his body. Slumber is threatening to take him again, but he doesn’t have

the strength to resist it.

When he closes his eyes, there’s a sound of sheets rustling and then he feels a light slap to his cheek before Hawks says, with a smile on his face, “I’ll see you tomorrow night, handsome.”