Draining Demon Delinquents 2: Kirai The Imp

This one was fun and popular last month so I wanted to bring back the demonic delinquents. The Sukeban succubus. Cuz look, I had a lot of potential titles for this one when its idea itself is a wordplay thing.

The short, anger-eating imp idea was a very early one. Exactly how I was going to write that was more of a challenge because it was a broad but particular method of feeding. She’d have to frustrate people but while using as little violence as possible because she doesn’t want them afraid or hurting. So she uses actual bullying methods and teases her victims for maximum feeding while she enjoys herself. Also just writing the mental effects of losing an emotion is a fun challenge.

Got a bunch of ideas written down, as some might see on the google docs. Fear, lust, strength, kinetic energy, electricity… lots more to come, if there’s still interest.

Kenji was left in a stupor after his encounter with his bully, but he managed to stumble his way into class. His homeroom teacher was a tall green woman with large spikes growing from her skin, and she seemed to regard him as casually as any of the other thugs and monsters in the classroom. The teacher barely paused from her lesson to make note of him before continuing. Murasa had mentioned that people were expected to be late at the school full of succubi, so he guessed it was true.

The new human student felt his mind slowly start working again, if with a bit more grinding of his gears to remember certain words or ideas. He went through his morning classes, gradually putting his brain back together until the bell rang again.

“Okay, class. Enjoy your lunch. Try to be back before history,” the teacher said, already on her way out the door. It sounded more and more like the staff had given up on trying to properly control the man-eating rebels that made up their classes.

Kenji got up and briskly walked for the door. He avoided looking directly at anyone as the variously colorful bunch of hoodlums around him. He didn’t even know where the school store was to buy his lunch but he just had to get away before he was targeted as somebody’s meal.

He made it out the door when a big pair of yellow boobs cut in front of him. It was so abrupt that he couldn’t stop himself before he walked right into the middle of her cleavage.

“’Ey! Watch it!” snapped a high and irritated voice.

Kenji took a second to realize where he was before he stumbled back. He bowed quickly once he was sure he was far enough back to not land himself back in her tits.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t see you!” he blurted out hastily.

There was a sharp snapping sound as her tail tightened around his waist. Kenji was yanked out of the doorway, stumbling just fast enough to stay on his feet as he was dragged behind the irritated imp.

Kenji had learned that the demons drained different traits based on their color, though they could come in all sizes and shapes regardless. He had noted a few repeating patterns like the large and muscular oni types or the snake-tailed lamia, and this one was clearly an imp.

She was two feet tall and flew off the ground with a set of bat wings flapping steadily enough that he wasn’t sure if they actually contributed to her flight. She had dark green hair kept in a puffy afro nearly as big as the rest of her head. She wore a skirt low enough to expose the back of a thong around her bottom-heavy figure, a surprising amount of curves packed into the shortstack demon. Her upturned and pointed nose had a bandage taped down over it like a memento from a recent brawl. Sticking out from just above the thong was a long bullwhip of a tail, even longer than she was tall and half wrapped around Kenji’s waist.

The strange thing was just how strong she was to be able to drag him around. The strangest, however, was that as he followed her bouncy hips and fluttering wings, he felt… slightly soothed by it. As if her jiggling ass had some hypnotically calming effect. He hadn’t figured out what all of the demons drained from him, but he DID see a yellow demon break up an argument just by intruding earlier.

The imp threw open a door before pushing Kenji inside. He stumbled into the closet where he expected to be a lot more afraid than he was as the imp followed him inside and slammed the door shut.

“You got some balls crashin’ into me like that! I coulda got whiplash,” the mouthy demon snapped.

She let her wings stay spread out and drifted down to the floor, landing with a jiggle as she curled her tail up high over her head. Kenji did his best to look suitably intimidated by the busty, two-foot gremlin as she leaned into him, mashing her hefty chest into his knees.

“I didn’t mean to,” Kenji insisted. “I was just trying to not get into any trouble…”

“Well you found it!” she squeaky-voiced mini-thug snapped. “How you think you’re gonna make this up to me?”

Kenji thought frantically, already afraid of where this was going. He didn’t have any money besides his cash card for lunch, and he didn’t even have to provoke Murasa earlier to get her drinking his intelligence away.

“Well, I… I don’t know what I can give you. I’m new here and I don’t know what kind of succubus you are…”

“Oh! So you’re rude AND a dumbass!” the imp snapped.

She gave a firm flap of her wings, floating up until she was right in his face. Even her fanged face was small enough that nose to nose with him, he was stuck staring down her big wobbling cleavage.

“Kirai from Class 4! Now if you know what’s good for ya, you’ll give me all the pent up anger ya got!”

Kenji stared back at her blankly.

“My what?”

“Ya rage! I’m a rage demon! If you’re gonna pay me back for gettin’ that hot eyeful before, you may as well cover my lunch. I’ll take frustration or general anger too.”

She folded her arms and glared at him impatiently.

“Well? I’m getting’ hungry over here and you’re barely givin’ me scraps!” she demanded.

“I’m sorry. I’m not an angry person,” Kenji admitted.

“What?! You’re a student! How are you not goin’ crazy with annoyance at every freakin’ wakin’ minute of your life!?”

It was starting to sound more like an issue with Kirai’s outlook than Kenji’s. He shrugged.

“I’m good at school. Teachers tend to like me. Most people ignore me…”

“Ugh! Fine. You’re gonna make me do this the hard way.”

Kirai cracked her knuckles and Kenji gulped nervously. The busty little demon sized him up briefly, curled her lip, and shot a purple tongue out of her mouth. It lashed out like a frog and flicked him in the nose.

“Ow.” Kenji flinched, even if his ow was more out of reflex and surprise than actual pain. He rubbed his nose where the harmless hit had connected.

“Yea. That’s right!” Kirai gloated, planting her fists on her wide little hips.

“Feelin’ annoyed? Frustrated? Bothered?”

The imp’s wings perked up and she let out a low hum. “Mmm, yea. I can feel that startin’ to leak out, ya little snack.”

Kenji was mostly confused. He was mildly annoyed by the flick, but that faded even faster than he’d expected. He was also surprised she’d called him little.

“I thought you were going to beat the crap out of me,” he admitted, looking at her rather pleasantly surprised.

“What?! That’s not rage. Maybe if they’d up a fight, but you’re way too mild for that. But with a wimp like you, that’d be fear or pain, and they’re not my kinda chow. Now thiiiiis…”

Kirai flew up beside his head and flicked his ear. It felt just like before; a brief tinge of pain and surprise, a second of an annoyed and awkward sensation, then it was gone. The short succubus flew around him, ruffling his hair or swatting his ass with her tail or whatever she could do to pester him. The human twitched this way and that as his emotions fluctuated mildly but rapidly for her amusement and appetite.

“Hey! What gives!?” Kirai suddenly demanded. She drifted back to the ground and kicked Kenji in the knee.

“Ow. What? I’m not doing anything,” he explained.

“Exactly! Where’s the good shit!?” She grabbed his leg and shook him like he was a busted vending machine.

“You should be overflowin’ by now!”

“I guess I’m pretty patient,” Kenji answered modestly.

“Bullshit! Everybody gets annoyed at some bullshit all the damn time!”

“Are you sure that’s not because you’re in a school full of demons?”

“Shaddup! This just calls for desperate measures…”

Kirai reached into her discarded school bag and took out her cell phone. She tapped for a few seconds before she flew in front of Kenji’s face and held it up to him. The phone showed a series of folder, with the highlighted one containing tiny thumbnails. They were clearly of her posing naked at different angles, taking selfies with an extended arm or her lengthy tail. Kenji felt a quick shiver run through his body.

“Like what ya see, huh? I could show ya. Even text ‘em to ya, if ya want!” Kirai said with a grin.

“I… I wouldn’t want to bother you,” he muttered awkwardly. “I really shouldn’t have that on my…”

“Well too bad!” Kirai cackled as she locked her phone again. “Secret stash. Only the GOOD victims get to see those!”

“What?! What do you mean by good victims!?”

Kirai’s eyes lit up and glowed with a faint yellow light.

“Ooh! Now we’re talkin’! So you’re one of them repressed kinda dorks!”

“I am not,” Kenji insisted, but the imp had already flown down to his waist level. She stuffed a tiny hand down his pants and groped at his blooming hardon.

“I knew it! I could taste it on ya the second I took ‘em away. You’re just a horny little bitch that loves to get teased, aren’t ya?”

Kenji shook his head, feeling the same rise and then rapid fall of embarrassment and frustration that came with her feeding.

“Oh obviously! You’re too big a baby to handle anything like that. Just a scrawny little pussy who can’t take it,” Kirai hissed as she started stroking him off. “Doesn’t mean I can’t milk it out of ya.”

And she was right. Kenji was a moral and decent boy who tried to focus on his studies more than girls or porn. The fact she was accusing him of being such a pervert was suitably frustrating as an outright lie, but the strange thing was… it felt great. Therapeutic, in a way. She provoked annoyed responses in him that she quickly sucked out of him on contact, forcing him to enjoy her bullying nature in a roundabout way. The strange sense of release kept the faint glow in her eyes as Kirai undid his pants and pulled them down to his thighs.

She gave his shaft one last stroke before she fluttered back a foot to study him, rubbing her chin.

“Hmm. Kind of a disappointment. I thought you’d be bigger,” she confessed.

“What?! You…” Kenji swallowed hard as his surprise and motivation to argue was suddenly drained right out of him. “But you’re so much smaller than me.”

“Yea, but I know a real man when I sees one. Later, loser. I’m gonna go find some real dick instead.”

Kirai pivoted in the air and started to turn the handle on the closet door, about to reveal the pantsless boy to anyone nearby.

“That’s not fair!” he blurted, struggling with his pants while trying to reach for her.

Kirai’s whip of a tail lashed out behind her, wrapping around his arm that was trying to adjust his pants. She grinned evilly over her shoulder.

“Oh that’s a niiice piece. Don’t tell me you’re that close and desperate already.”

Kirai bent over in front of him, her floating figure making it easier to see up her skirt. It was unavoidable as she shook her thick yellow ass at him, her cheeks wobbling softly around her thong.

“You edgin’ already, you dirty little shit? You pervin’ on the shortest girl in school cuz your dick’s too shrimpy to please a real woman? You’re so pathetic! You gonna cry or you gonna start jerkin’ off cuz you love bein’ such a pathetic little loser and this’ the closest you’ve ever got to getting that dick wet?!”

Her heckling was largely untrue. Kenji was flustered and had sex with the purple succubus from earlier mere hours ago. But he was definitely hard, and her confusing and degrading banter felt so good now. He breathed heavily as his brain struggled, trying to be annoyed or angry with her but just leaving him with a strangely pleasant numbness instead. His cock twitched in response, leaking a bit of precum without either of them touching it.

“I knew it. Knew it, knew it, knew it,” Kirai chimed as she tugged off her blouse.

She didn’t have a bra on, though Kenji had to realize it by seeing her bare back as she kept facing away from him. The teasing lack of a view gave him another sickly warm surge of negative emotion as Kirai’s tail squeezed his arm harder, draining it from him.

“Maybe I should just tease you all day,” she purred, turning painfully slowly to face him. Her big yellow orbs were wobbling subtly, and a pair of skull-shaped piercings were through her nipples. Even their rolling cartoonish eyes and extended tongues seemed made to mock him.

“Turn you into my emotional support human. Just grind and tease ya the rest of the day in our little love shack here. Never let you finish, of course~!”

She leaned in closer and mushed his face between her cleavage, motorboating him playfully as she let out an impish giggle. He moaned and groped her tits, squeezing them around his face.

“Cuz it’s useless to me if you feel good! You gotta be my little rage slut, so I gotta make sure you’re gooood and close but not too close.”

Kirai leaned in close and whispered into his ear. The overwhelmingly pleasant tickle sent all manner of emotions through him, many of them conflicted or absorbed.

“You have no idea how good a blueballing loser tastes to me,” she purred before peeling her warm tits from his face. Kenji moaned as he felt the wet flesh parting from him, realizing he’d started drooling over them just as badly as his leaking cock.

Kirai giggled and floated lower, wiggling her hips out of her skirt to strip herself down to nothing but a thong. She leveled herself with Kenji’s crotch and backed her ass up into his erection, grinding slowly back and forth to rub his dick between her cheeks.

“Heehe~! Can’t even get mad at me, can ya?” the imp teased. “Cuz I’ll just eat it up! You just gotta sit there and enjoy it while I sloooowly milk those sorry nuts of yours. I bet even your cum’s a disappointment! Better not waste my time letting you finish, ya cumless little dork.”

She continued her slow motion twerking, her meaty cheeks bumping, grinding and slapping against him in a constantly edging sense of pleasure. Kenji tried to grab her hips and hump her harder but her bullwhip tail curled and bound his arms together, keeping them from reaching her. He could only pant and groan as she masterfully teased him, bending over far enough that the thong exposed most of her asshole and pussy so she could rub them against him for a subtle but agonizingly arousing additional texture.

“Mmm, there’s a good boy. Fuck, you’re so close!” Kirai chimed. Kenji faintly realized she was able to keep track of him by how much annoyance and frustration she was draining from him, making her a master of keeping him on edge.

“There’s my good chastity bitch. My never-cum slut. Doesn’t this feel good? Never finishing and feeling like this forever? Chasing that orgasm you’ll never have so you can feel this good and satisfy a REAL woman like you never could? MM~!”

She let out a sudden sharp hum of pleasure as Kenji shivered violently. His hips pumped and spasmed, filling the human with a pleasant rush that suddenly faded. He had edged perfectly up to an orgasm without finishing, oozing a thick wave of precum over Kirai’s cheeks. He moaned loudly in annoyance as he slumped back against the wall, overly frustrated with the lack of climax. Fortunately, the feeling quickly faded as he was left numb to the frustration, just staring ahead.

The imp, however, let out a noisy shriek of pleasure. She arched her back, sticking out her plump jugs while she hastily clawed at her thong. She pulled it aside as she rammed her pussy back into her victim, suddenly swallowing up Kenji’s cock inside her. Her bright eyes were wide and her tail unraveled as she started humping rapidly and violently.

“OH MY GOD! Yes! That was a big one! Shut up and fuck me, ya idiot!” she suddenly ranted. Kenji could see her drooling and licking her lips like she had just tasted something delicious. His edge was her feast, apparently, and his cock was more than happy to take what it could get right now after the close call.

Kenji buried his freed hands into her, one gripping her spit-soaked tits and squeezing the soft, wet flesh. The other gripped her bushy afro, serving as a thick handle as he fucked the floating imp from behind. She shuddered and giggled madly as he plowed her thick hips, adding to her clearly euphoric meal of his failed orgasm. Any discomfort was quickly sucked away by her tight pussy slamming into him.

The imp squealed giddily while Kenji was relieved to feel himself finish. His hot seed gratefully burst loose inside Kirai, coating and dripping out of her when it filled her to the brim.

“Mmm. Ohmigod. You filled me right up,” Kirai mumbled as she smacked her lips.

“Y-yea. Sorry for the mess,” Kenji admitted. If nothing else, he wasn’t annoyed or frustrated by it. At least not in a way he could perceive it.

“Huh? Oh, who cares about that?” she said, casually floating back off his dick with a wet popping sound.

“I mean I’m all full of your energy. I should be good all day after feeding on your sorry ass.”

Kirai snapped her thong back into place and floated down to collect her clothes and belongings. She was tugging on her tight top as she shouldered her bag, pulling out a paper bag.

“Here. I couldn’t eat another bite after all your bullshit.”

The imp tossed Kenji what he realized was a bagged up, store-bought bento box she must have planned to have for lunch.

“And lemme just handle this…”

Kenji saw that the yellow succubus had somehow gotten his phone from him, tapping away on it and her own phone. There was a short beep and she tossed it back at him, which he struggled to catch in time.

“There. I got your number. Just in case I ever feel like calling ya for another teasin’ for lunch.”

Kenji thumbed through his contacts. She had saved her contact info on his phone as well under “Hottest Bitch” with a picture of her giving the peace sign.

“Anyway, I got more important shit to do. See ya around, twerp.”

The tiny imp finished dressing and slid out the door, giving Kenji plenty of time to fix his pants. He sighed and found an isolated spot by a window to eat his gifted lunch, deciding that hiding in a closet that smelled like sex wouldn’t be the most appetizing or dignified. Especially when he didn’t have an imp around to eat his awkwardness.

He was wrapping up just in time for the bell to call them back to class. He tossed out his trash as his phone notified him on a text. He looked at his phone and saw that Hottest Bitch had sent him picture of Kirai posing naked on her bed, laying on her stomach and blowing a kiss.

“First one’s free, bitch.”