In a house located deep in a city which surrounded a giant plateau that overlooked everyone, a woman and I played a little game in a single room.

“Why is it so hard?” The woman asked, panting heavily.

Meanwhile, I couldn’t let her gain the upper hand. Even with her so tired and distraught that a single breath sounded like she was gasping for air, I unrelentingly pounded into her.

“You think that’s it? Well, you’ve seen nothing yet.” I pushed forward, and she winced from a feeling that I knew all too well. “You like that?” I mock her.

“If you think I’m giving up here, you got another thing coming. The person who’ll cry first will be you.”

We continued our little escapade, but as all things do, it had to end at some point. With the final push, she pressed a certain button, and all my hopes burned into nothing. 

Her character on screen performed her ultimate attack, which started as her bashing my head against her knees, then turned it into her ripping my head off with my spine still attached, only for laser beams to shoot out of her eyes and burn two holes in my head where my eyes should’ve been.

Winner, Player 2.

I wanted to scream, but when I opened my mouth, all that came out was a severe round of coughing. I covered my mouth with my shoulder while Harmony rubbed my back with a worried look.

“You gotta give your voice a rest.” Harmony said.

“Never.” I said, before coughing up another storm. “Okay, maybe I will.”

My throat was still healing after I had lost a particularly egregious match a month ago. It was so bad that I had to go to the hospital, but my horrible luck didn’t end there. Harmony needed to be fed before leaving so she didn’t go all psycho at the hospital. Since she hadn’t eaten in a while, it ended up with her accidentally breaking my arm. Such a bummer, but nothing can be done, and there’s no reason for me to think about it ever again.

Harmony stood up, removing my dick from her pussy. I stood up after her and collapsed on my bed. Harmony had gotten back from work thirty minutes ago, and I had just finished writing in my book. After getting back from the hospital, I decided to live my life to the fullest and repent for all my past mistakes. One of those mistakes just so happens to involve a certain girl who shall not be named since I didn’t feel like crying. 

We barely had time to hang out together outside of sex since Miranda gave her extra hours to work. Apparently, she was having trouble finding new wares for her store and customers came in less abundant droves, so she extended her hours to hopefully grab an extra customer or two. Then when Harmony gets home, I’m either writing or too tired to do anything. In the end we just fuck then sleep. We’d sleep sometimes in the same bed, or sometimes she’d go back to her room, but we slept nonetheless just to repeat the cycle the very next day.

For today, I came up with the brilliant idea to dual task. While we played the newest indie fighting game that released a few days ago, she’d just sit on me and pleasure herself since, strangely enough, I didn’t really feel like having any sex lately. When I came to that revelation, it scared the shit out of me. Out of all things for me to get tired of, sex was the last thing I would have thought of getting bored about. The apocalypse has to be near for that to happen. 

“You doing good?” Harmony asked.

What’s even more off was how Harmony started behaving around me. She’s become a lot more protective and observant, to put it lightly. As soon as she gets back home, she immediately makes her way to my room. At first I thought it was to fuck, but she would remain even after the deed was done. 

“Yeah, I’m good.” I said. 

To be completely fair, it was nice getting some attention, but the attention I was getting didn’t make me feel refreshed or wanted. Instead, it made me wonder if I had some type of terminal disease that I never knew about. If that was the case, then that just meant I needed to get my book done even faster.

I had begun writing two to three chapters per day, equaling up to around five thousand to ten thousand words a day. That, by itself, took a lot out of me, which ended up with me having a headache by the time I finished the last word. Believe it or not, writing is a taxing job, especially mentally, since it requires a ton of critical thinking for long hours. 

But at the same time, I haven’t felt better. For the first time in a while, I actually feel good writing, even with the massive headaches. Such a miracle only comes once in a lifetime, and now I could actually brag to anyone that thinks they could surpass me in brainacle skills. 

Harmony sat next to me, bringing her knees up to her chest and hugging her legs. She looked at me, and I would have met her gaze if I wasn’t busy looking at something else. Since she still had yet to put anything on down below, her vagina and asshole were in full view, taunting me. They almost mocked me and my horrifyingly flaccid dick.

“Harmony, can I ask you something?” I ask.

“What is it?”

Taking a deep breath, I let my question fly out regardless of any consequence. “Can I stick my finger up your ass?”

Harmony blinked a few times, probably taken aback by my question. I don’t blame her since I’m not that forward despite my mind personality, but I just needed to do this. Testing needed to be done to see if my hypothesis was correct.

“Sure, go ahead.”

Harmony spread her legs and grabbed her ass cheeks. She spread her ass so I could look inside that erotic hole just below her other erotic hole. I licked my finger and slowly plunged it deep inside her ass. She moaned while I delved deeper inside her ass, caressing her insides like the pervert I aspire to be.

“Why did you ask, anyway?” Harmony questioned me.

I didn’t answer her, trying to keep as much focus on my finger as possible. When I felt nothing from having my finger deep in her asshole, I took my finger back out. Thanks to cubbi not needing to use the bathroom, her ass had to be the cleanest out of anyone’s. Once I finished my investigation, I looked down at my dick, and it was still hanging limply between my legs.

“Strange. Anal is one of my favorite kinks, but I got nothing from that.” I said.

Harmony snapped to attention. Her head swiveled to look at my junk as well. When she saw it limply hang between my legs, her face grew pale.

“God damn it, are you dying?” Harmony panicked. She placed her ass on my face, nearly suffocating me until she shifted. “Is this doing anything for you?” 

“I don’t feel myself getting excited, so maybe not.” 

Who knew that I wouldn’t get excited by a girl placing her ass on my face? That was a fantasy I’ve always wanted to experience again since a certain someone did that same thing when I was a teenager. If there was anything that could get me hard, it would be the sight of a woman’s perfect buttocks right in front of my eyes.

“Could you have gone impotent?” Harmony asked.

I groan. “Harmony, we just got done fucking while beating the fuck out of each other in a video game where you melted two holes in my head. Let’s think logically here.” 

How exactly did I fail to find any enjoyment in sex? Maybe it’s because now that I have it, there’s nothing to get excited for anymore? No, that’s stupid. Sex is the greatest pastime in existence. There’s no way I could get tired of it, no matter how much I do it. 

“Could you be getting tired of having one sexual partner?” Harmony asked.

I shrugged my shoulders, but when I realized she had just said some weird shit, I looked at her with a raised eyebrow. Although it was hard to look at her with an ass in the way. I pushed my hand against her cheek, and she got off me, a worried expression drawn on her lips and eyes.

“I don’t think I would ever get tired of fucking you.” I said, trying to derail the conversation before she began getting accusatory.

Suddenly, it was Harmony’s turn to look confused. “I never said anything was wrong with you getting tired of it. It happens all the time with people.” 

I blinked over and over as those words sunk in my brain. That’s when I remembered she was a succubus and that sex to her isn’t as much of a ritual performed by two people who are desperately in love with each other, rather than just two people getting horny and fucking because why not. The fact that she didn’t give two shits about me sticking my finger up her ass was just further proof of that. But that just led to some interesting questions to come into my brain.

“Question. What are your thoughts on monogamy?” I asked her.

“I think it’s interesting, but it just sounds very limiting.” 

With that answer taken care of, I realized a crucial thing about cubbi. They are a very cool species. Even more questions came to mind that I wanted to be answered. I could only imagine the answers she posed for them.

“What would you do if I just walked up to you, without you knowing I was there, and I just started ramming you?” 

“You’re going to get decked across the face.” Harmony balled her fist and, for the first time in a while, showed a hint of anger toward me.

“So there are even limits to what cubbi do?” I didn’t mean that question as something I would want to do, even if I would find it hot if she were to say she wouldn’t care. It was just something that I thought of as interesting. Very interesting.

“Of course there are limits, but they vary from cubbi to cubbi.” Harmony began her explanation. “I know a few cubbi who wouldn’t care if you were to stuff your dicks in them while they were drugged or drunk. In fact, that’s not even against the law. If that were to happen, it’s only beneficial since both parties don’t go insane. Or that’s what they want us to think.”

That sounded fucking awful. I could only imagine being a succubus living where she did, only to get drugged, then raped, only for that to be waved away. From the way Harmony turned her head down, I could only imagine what shit she had to go through. I don’t even think I could stand it for more than a day. 

Suddenly, a horrendous question came to mind. Just contemplating it in my head nearly made me throw up, but at the same time, it was hard to not think about. I usually just brushed her off as someone who’s accepting to all forms of sexual freedom, but now that I know there are limits, a question brewed itself in my head. 

On one end I wanted to ask it, but at the same time I was too afraid of the answer. Not only was I afraid of the answer, but I also didn’t want to end up upsetting Harmony by potentially bringing back memories she would rather want to forget.

“Anything wrong?” Harmony asked.

I should be the one asking her that, to be completely honest. I looked up at her, but looked away as soon as I saw her worried face.

“Nothing’s wrong.” I said.

Harmony scoffed. “Do you think I believe you when you say nothing’s wrong? I think I already know what you want to ask, so go ahead and ask.”

I took a deep breath. She was giving me her go ahead so I could ask her, but at the same time I didn’t think that was enough to spring something so personal onto her out of nowhere. I didn’t even think she even knew what I wanted to ask, or she only knew a small grasp of it.

However, my curiosity wanted to be sated, and to be as transparent as possible, I wanted to change up the roles for a change. She doesn’t have to be the only one worrying about me. 

“Harmony, now just to get this out of the way, you don’t have to answer this if you don’t want to.” I said as a disclaimer. 

“Just ask it.” Harmony said, clearly annoyed.

“Ok.” I took a deep breath. “Can cubbi get pregnant?” 

Harmony and I looked at each other, the sounds of the world deafened for our convenience or detriment. Whichever one it turns out to be will all depend on her answer.

“Yeah. We reproduce just like humans, but it’s a lot harder to get a succubus pregnant. My mom tried for ten years to get pregnant with me.” 

One out of the way, which meant the next question was the one I feared the most. I wanted to back out of it, but I had already gotten far into the process. Not only that, but my curious brain tortured me, wanting to know the answer as well. If I didn’t ask now, then my mind would become my worst enemy.

“So, you come out as normal babies, right?” I asked.

“Yeah?” Harmony answered, unsure of where I was going with this.

I cough into my hand. “So, how does that work?” I didn’t dare ask the actual question. I don’t think I could stand up straight if I went straight out and said it.

Meanwhile Harmony looked at me without a hint of emotion on her face. For a second, I was ready for her to come out and say the worst thing imaginable. 

“Oh, that? You don’t have to bother thinking about it.” Harmony said, waving her hand nonchalantly. 

I was so prepared for her to unleash so much trauma on me that once I began breathing again, I had to hold back a layer of puke working its way up my throat.

“Don’t scare me like that.” I said, out of breath. “For a second, I was expecting something much worse.”

Harmony laughed while scratching at her wrist. “Yeah, I get how you would come to that conclusion. The cubbi curse doesn’t come into full effect until we’re eighteen. Cubbi children can just eat normal food until then.” 

I sighed, relieved that there wasn’t any nefariously fucked up shit going on. Still, I couldn’t help but imagine the worst, and my stomach whirred in response. 

“Welp.” Harmony stretched her arms. “I think I’m going to bed. Fix your penis soon. We can’t have any more problems arising because you can’t get it up.”

“I’ll try.” I groan.

Harmony stood from my bed and moved toward the door. She closed the door behind her, leaving me by myself. I yawned since I have been getting pretty tired myself. Strangely enough, I haven’t had any dreams lately since that last one a month ago. Or maybe I have been dreaming, and I’d just forget it soon after. 

Either way, it was time for bed. I needed to wake up as early as possible so I could get the book done sooner rather than later. I shut off my lamp, covered the blanket over my half naked body, and closed my eyes. Sleep soon took over me.