"So, stud, you ever fucked a succubus?" Moricia groaned, sucking down a cigarette to half its length in a single draw before rolling the nubby remains of tobacco between her plump and pouty lips. The blue-skinned beauty was an older gal — 3,082 years old, to be exact — though she kept a spectacular figure. There was no pomp to Moricia's conjuration as she materialized in my bedroom — no perfume to mask the smell of sulfur and brimstone; she was a working girl looking to give a quick fuck for an eternal soul. A cold-hearted business woman. T-shirt tearing teats stretched the confines of her thread-torn crop top to its limits and meaty thighs straining the brimstone-blacked denim of her camel-toed daisy dukes.
"Can't say I have," I remarked coolly enough, even as my heart rocketed against my sternum; I had to keep my composure if things were to go as planned. Moricia had been with thousands of men in her millennia of infernal dealings, the succubus part of her nature only one facet of her vast power and influence. I didn't want to risk ruining this by being too eager or excited.
She chuckled. "I'm sure you'll get your chance soon enough." She reached out a clawlike hand to stroke my cheek, drawing back when I flinched away. "Ah shit, the virginal type? Is that what you're worried about, little mortal? Adorable." Maricia wasn't mocking, in fact, there was a sensual sincerity that cooled my nerves; such intoxicating beauty shouldn't have been wasted on baser acts.
"No... not exactly..." I tried to explain. "I don't wanna...well..."
"Spit it out, hun," Moricia took on a motherly tone, tracing the edge of dark, manicured digits along the backside of my hand, "I don't bite, often." The glint of her elongated canines begged to differ.
"Will you...hold my hand?" I blurted the proposition, almost bursting with lascivious glee; such a lewd proposition was...scandalous.
Moricia, the cum-guzzling queen of the fiery void recoiled in abject terror at my proposition, "H-Hold hands?" She stammered. "Like..."
"You know, like...a couple?" I said, stammering myself, "...like you would with your husband or boyfriend or whatever."
The demoness fell silent, staring into my eyes, trying to decipher my meaning. "That act is...so...lewd...so personal...so pure..." A cold sweat took to the sultry seductress. Her black heart pounded furiously, her skin flushed, and her lips quivered in anticipation of the sin that lay ahead. "Why...why would you ask me to do such a thing?"
I stood up from my bed, now sitting directly across from the monstrous vixen, "Because I want you to love me, Moricia. I want you to care for me. I want you to hold my hand...in public," it was time for the kill shot, to flip this succubus on her slutty little head, "with fingers...interlocked."
"T-That's impossible!