There was a strange, bemused look on Beatrice’s face that quickly faded, being replaced by irritation. “I’ll ask around,” she said. “Curses like this are easy, though, and even a novice can cast them.”
“Yeah, but how many witches are in Eroshire?” Erin said.
“More than succubi,” Raz said. “You lot are rare around here.”
“Even more reason why I need to find out who cursed me and get this curse lifted,” Erith said. “Who has ever heard of a virgin succubus?”
*****
“Oh my God? A curse? Really?!?”
Erith nodded as she sipped her Starbucks oat latte. Sitting on the wall of the raised garden outside of the school grounds, she kicked a foot out absent-mindedly as she talked with her two close friends. “So says a spooky albino bitch with a talking black cat,” she said. “Erin says she’s legit, though, and I can’t deny it’s so very weird five guys have had their dicks snapped by freak accidents, with the only common denominator being me trying to pop my cherry.”
“Oh no, you’re cursed as fuck,” Sandra Mason said. A short, curvy woman, Sandra had her blonde hair in a simple ponytail. Her dark brown eyes regarding Erith with amusement. “No one fucks up dicks like you.”
“That’s not funny,” Erith sighed. “Those poor guys. Plus no one with a dick wants to go near me. Do you know how hard it was to convince Justin to even let me suck his cock?” Erith groaned loudly. “The only bit of me that’s had a cock inside is my mouth! God! I NEED a dick in my cunt!”
Her other friend, Kari Chawla, had been fairly quiet so far, letting Erith air her grievances while Sandra made snarky comments, but decided to comment: “those succubus genes kicking in?”
“Mum warned me I’d get really horny,” Erith said. “What she didn’t tell me is how it’ll feel. Like a fucking itch inside me, and I can’t scratch it!”
“Tried masturbating?”
“SO MANY TIMES!!” Erith gasped. “I’ve fingered myself until my fingers are so shrivelled they look like they belong to an old woman. I’ve used vibrators until they’ve literally overheated and broke! NOTHING WORKS! You guys don’t understand! I NEED a dick inside me! I am so backed up I swear I’m going to ride the first cock I actually get until it’s raw!”
“Really not helping your case here,” Sandra said. “You’re already known as the ‘Dick Destroyer’.”
Erith made a sound that was part exasperation and part struggling not to strangle Sandra.
“Hmmm…” Kari mused, the brown-skinned Asian girl playing with her braids as she stared off into the distance with eyes so dark they were almost black. “This is a problem.”
“I can’t sleep!” Erith moaned. “Well I can… but not well! I keep dreaming about having sex with all those hot guys on the football team, but then I wake up and I’m like… still a virgin!”
“Don’t worry about it,” Sandra said, “they look good but they fuck bad.”
“Doesn’t matter! I’ll take bad sex over no sex any day!”
“I wouldn’t say that,” Kari said. “Good sex gives you a great orgasm. Bad sex just gives you regret.”
“I don’t care! I need to get laid!” Erith muttered.
“Don’t say that too loudly,” Sandra said, sitting upright. “Look who’s coming this way.”
Erith groaned when she saw the gangly form of Nathan Cade approaching the three of them. Tall, skinny, and with awful hair that surely his mother must cut for him (when she could be bothered, and right now, with it hanging around his shoulders, it looked like Mrs Cade couldn’t be bothered), Nathan Cade had that sort of charisma that was actually repellent. It wasn’t that he was a charisma vacuum – Erith would gladly be around the guys with zero rizz right now, as most of them were just too autistic to know how to talk to a hot girl like herself – but Nathan actually had the kind of attitude that made you want to be elsewhere, just in case he’d managed to bring a machete to school and had actually finished his manifesto.
“What do you want, Cade?” She said, not in a mood for the creep’s smug smile and attitude.
That smile blossomed on his pale face. His cold blue eyes regarded her with bemusement. “Heard about another one getting snapped,” he said. That smirk crawled up the side of his face like an infection. “Guess the curse strikes again?”
“Fuck you, Cade,” Erith snapped. “You must be getting a fucking kick out of this.”
“Oh sure I am: someone like you knowing how painful it is being in my world?” Nathan grinned. “Oh, for sure… I’m enjoying every moment of this. Long may this curse reign! May you never get laid, you arrogant bitch-”
Erith vaulted off the wall and strode a few metres to him. Although Nathan was almost a head taller than her, he seemed to shrink at her advance; his eyes going wide and his hand almost rising to defend himself. “I am nothing like you, you piece of shit!” Erith snarled.
“Really? Wallowing in self-pity? Believing everything in the world is organised against you?” Nathan said with a grin, his smug aura returning despite the brief moment of fear she had induced in him. “Seems to be you’re becoming a bit of an incel, Erith. You should join the club.”
“Fuck off!”
“Now fucking is something we both can’t seem to do,” Nathan said. “Glad you know my pain, Erith. May you continue to know it. Perhaps it’ll turn you into a less awful person.” He stepped back quickly when she made an aggressive move towards him. “Have fun sluts!” With a wave he quickly turned tail and fled back down the path towards the school.
“You know, if he fixed the attitude I’m sure he could find someone who’d fuck him,” Sandra muttered.
“I would,” Kari said. When the other two girls stared at her in horror, she felt the need to add: “he’s not a bad looking guy… if he got a haircut… but he opens that mouth and all the worst incel bullshit spills out, and you’re like… well my pussy’s just dried up and is crawling up into my womb to escape you…”
“Yeah…” Sandra mused. “I get what you’re saying… shame, really. Guy needs therapy.” She slapped Erith on the arm. “Hey! Maybe HE’S cursed you!”
“What? Nathan? A witch?” Erith said. “Or warlock… I dunno… is witch a gendered word?”
“Maybe,” Sandra said. “Don’t you know? I thought you succubi were supposed to be magic and shit?”
“Innately eromantic,” Erith said. “Not magical. That’s… that stuff is weird as fuck.”
“And eromancy is normal?” Sandra shook her head. “I’ve seen the news. Remember the clips of that hot Russian eromancer throwing tanks around in Afghanistan… what’s her name?”
“The one you want to fuck?” Kari said slyly.
“Yeah, her.”
Erith allowed her mind to wander as her friends began discussing hot eromancers working both for and against NATO, and the crazy shenanigans happening half-way across the world. The thought that she was becoming like Nathan was abhorrent to her: Erith always thought she had a kind soul, like her siblings and parents, but the idea that her lack of sex was driving her into becoming an insufferable incel was too much.
Either she needed to get laid, or she needed to shell out for a really expensive therapist.
Nah… fuck therapy. Erith needed a good dick. And soon.
*****
It amused Nathan greatly seeing the high-and-mighty Erith Winters descend into a frustrated mess of an ever-virgin. The way she was barely paying attention in class, as their teachers desperately tried to cram as much information as possible into everyone’s minds before the final exams began. It was payback for those years of being too good for the likes of him.
Girls like Sissy Gardner and her cult were lost causes: the archetypal mean girls who aspired to being the most popular in school. Peaking early and crashing hard in life when those jocks they chased would get them knocked up, and, being too retarded to get an abortion, they would be lumbered with the spawn of a man who gave no shits about them. They would lose hope in life, grow fat and ugly in their twenties, while the jocks they chased would drink themselves into an equally ugly state. All in all: start life with all the luck good looks gave you, and squander all of them while everyone else worked hard for their success.
On the opposite end of the spectrum you had the ugly nerdy girls. The desperate fat fucks who would go down on any guy who even smiled at them. So desperate for love and affection that they would probably fuck a guy like Nathan, but he had standards. He wasn’t going to have sex with a girl who hadn’t seen her pussy in over a decade. With fat rolls that had trapped enough sweat to grow a small gardens’ worth.
No. Nathan was going to have sex with a real woman. A woman like Erith Winters. She just needed some more time to understand that she shouldn’t be chasing the likes of Steve Hall, or David Worthington, or Mark Hastings, or Gavin Potter, or Justin Ruth, or any grossly fit fuck like those cunts. She shouldn’t be chasing a guy who was beneath her. A guy who wouldn’t appreciate her like Nathan did.
report She would come to learn. She just needed more time.
Luckily for her Nathan was a patient man. Seeing her the other day outside school, bitching to those two stuck-up friends of hers, had given him faith that this was working. He just needed to wait for a moment for the two of them to be alone together, and he would show her that he was the right man for her. Better than all those ‘alpha’ cunts she had been chasing so far.
“Who do you reckon the Cock Destroyer will get next?” Terry Yates said, sitting beside his friend as they relaxed against the wall of the school cafeteria. The sounds of underpaid kitchen staff toiling to work on a lunch of cheap, poorly cooked food could be heard through the pale red brick.
‘With luck, me’ Nathan thought, then smiled and said: “with luck maybe that cunt Paul.”
“Yeah, he’s a right prick,” Terry said, picking his large nostril as he regarded the group of hot girls some twenty metres away from them, sitting around one of the large wooden picnic tables on the grassy hillside. Even at this distance the pale brunette figure of Erith Winters stood out from her friends. It was probably the succubus genes. “Still I hear she can give head no problem.”
“I suppose getting your dick sucked is cool, and all, but it’s no comparison to a tight pussy, is it?”
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