Succubus Shenanigans

Story by Genj

A little something I wrote, about a girl seeking world domination, one fuck at a time... Or perhaps not, time will tell.

It will mainly be Futa/Female, as the first chapter is, but I wouldn't be surprised if the later chapters had some f/f in them.

I plan on adding more chapters as I finish them, or get the proper ideas in my head.

Enjoy

Valentine couldn’t wait for class to end. The teacher had droned on for the past thirty-five minutes about some war that surely should have been forgotten in the annals of time, but alas, she had no such luck and was stuck listening to how the mamelukes had conquered most of the middle east. It was probably interesting enough, but she had other, more important, worries on her mind.

As soon as the bell rang, signaling freedom, she gathered up her notes, sprinted out the door and began heading home. Many of the other students had a private chauffeur, but Valentine liked the autonomy of having her own car. Of course she had paid for it herself, her father had the idea that what you bought with your own hard earned money was worth more than any frivolous gift. At first it had stung a little, considering how he tossed money around on other projects, but she had come to love the little red firecracker as she called it. Sexy it was not, but it got the job done.

She pulled up to her parents’ mansion, and detoured around the side, down the premises, to what definitely felt like a frivolous use of money, but one she enjoyed very much.

When Valentine had turned eighteen, she had aired the idea that she would like to live alone, to have her own place. After much discussion between her parents, with her mother wanting her little baby to stay at home, and her father thinking it would be good for her to learn to live alone, they settled on simply building a complex for her, but near enough that her mother felt safe. She was a little overprotective of her only child.

Her father had his own entrepreneur business, several in fact, and had immediately begun laying the foundations for a two story house. Of course, she didn’t just ‘get’ this wonderful gift. Her entire eighteenth summer vacation had been spent in the sweltering heat, helping with the construction. She had been exhausted each evening when going to bed, only to wake up to the cycle continuing. It had been amazing.

At first she had dreaded it, despising her father for making her endure the heavy work. Surely she had been more of a hindrance than anything else for the workmen. But during the summer she established a rapport with them, she liked their methodical approach and they enjoyed seeing her spirit. She was only a tiny bit jealous when her parents called from the Maldives, but the sight of the house, her own place, half finished was more than enough to make her happy. It was extraordinary seeing something being built from nothing, a clear indication of what their labour accomplished.

It had also been the best workout of her life, and after the summer her body was tanned and toned. She hadn’t been flabby to start with, but certainly not firm either. That changed.

What was perhaps almost as encouraging as building the house was the looks from the workers. At first it had been polite forced interactions, having to supervise the boss’ daughter must have rankled them, although none showed it to her face. But as she threw herself into the work, and even made a few helpful suggestions at times, their demeanor changed. Some adopted a respectful camaraderie, but there were even a few appreciative glances at her body, and who didn’t like to be appreciated.

She never flirted with anyone though. She was trying to show her father she could be responsible, and valuable. A good way to start if she ever wanted to take part in his businesses after she finished school. Of course, the men themselves didn’t interest her a whole lot beyond the work atmosphere either. She had discovered early in life that poultry wasn’t her favourite meal, not that she had anything against it, her tastes simply ran to a different meat.

There was only one woman in the crew, other than herself, but other than a few glances at her hard body when no one was looking, Valentine kept the workplace romance to a minimum.

When the summer ended, and after a frivolous amount of money, time, and space had been spent, she could finally enter her own house.

Of course it was still close to her parents, and she saw them almost every day, but she did have a place to be alone. More than enough really, as most of the rooms stood unused as of yet.

Two years later, and she almost shuddered in anticipation as she parked her car and entered the house. Today was the day, the day she had prepared for every day since the house stood finished.

She only paused to toss her pack aside before entering the basement. It was dark, until she found th

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