Chapter 1 - These Succubi

 How many people could say that they had a gym at home?

 How many could say they have to suffer my father?

 It was a torpid summer day, but most of the heat couldn't make it through the canopy above the yard. They all did their thing in the luxurious shade of the cherry trees - Felix reading a book on his tablet, Korra training with his father.

 Every so often, he looked up to check what they were doing. Korra went from doing one exercise to another under Marius's supervision, sweat trickling down her chiseled back. 

 Right now, Korra squatted low, weighed down by a bar with three big disks on each side. Her calves popped and her thighs flexed she came up, her whole body shaking from the force expended to carry it out.

 Just stop, thought Felix. Don't be stupid.

"Come on, what are you waiting for?" asked Marius.

 Why does he always have to be such a dick? He couldn't understand the different limitations of others and that his own physique was that of a cyclopean mutant - far out of the norm. He stood nearly two heads taller than Korra. His ivory arms rippled with bursting musculature grown to a monstrous size. Even his hair and beard were the color of spilled-blood, and left long as if he were a modern barbarian. A guy once described him as, "A man that could scare a tank," which seemed hyper accurate.

 Korra dropped down again, this time groaning as she came up. She did it again. Those shorts kept stretching near transparency over her tight ass. And again. And again. 

 Five in total. 

 Her hands dropped the bar lifelessly. She tottered unsteadily on her own feet for a few seconds, looking dizzy. Body trembling with exhaustion.

 His father grabbed her by the midriff and held her still, his huge hands wrapping around her narrow waist. His hands are touching her skin, thought Felix. And Korra said nothing about it. 

 Just looking at them drove him crazy.

 Whenever they trained, whatever the exercise, his father always seemed to find a way to put his hands on her, whether that meant resting his palm on her smaller back or helping her by bringing up her legs and ass, always lingering even when she got the hang of it.

 Korra took a break and came over to Felix, her hips swaying, glimmering beads of sweat running down her toned stomach and beautiful brown face. 

"How are you?" 

 Felix thought it over and ended up yawning. "Tired."

 Korra smirked and crossed her arms. "Staring at me must be exhausting." 

 You mean at you and my dad flirting all day? "You have no idea."

 She crashed down next to him on the blanket and leaned against the cherry tree. "God. I don't want to get up."

"So don't." 

"I caaan't," she drawled with frustration. "I'm not even halfway done yet." 

"That's one long training."

"I know! Your dad is pushing me like he's out to get me."

"But you like training with him don't you?"

 At that question, her blue eyes swivelled over, her face taking on that teasing, inquisitive, mischievous expression. "Do you like me training with him?"

 His cock tingled with interest. "So long as he doesn't push you too hard." 

 Korra leaned in, her hot breath filling his ear. "How far do you want him to push me?" She puckered her lips."I think he could push me very far, don't you?" 

 There was no wonder all these stupid things aroused him. Korra made a way of teasing him about his jealousy over the years in such a way that Felix came to genuinely enjoy it. 

 He tried to change the subject. "What are you doing today?"

"Legs. Glutes." 

"Again?"

"Your dad said my butt is my best part."

 A shiver of arousal went through him. Goddamn you, woman. He couldn't suppress his own smile. "Do you think so?"

"I think my ass gets enough attention already." She paused, her eyes going over Marius's massive chest as he came out of the house drinking a beading glass of water. "But we want to make Daddy happy, don't we?"

 This is insane... It was enough that she teased him whenever they were at school or they went out. But talking about his dad? That seemed so wrong. The last thing he wanted to associate his father with was fucking his girlfriend.

 But when it came to speaking, he only said, "I guess we do."

 Korra snorted. "Then I better work at getting a perfect ass for your dad."

 For your dad. Those words. AAAAAAAAA. How did she know how to do this? How did she know how to turn everything around no matter how much it bothered him and make it hot and dirty enough to arouse him?

 Getting him turned on about her getting it on with his own father.

 He gave her a look. "You're evil. You know that right?" 

 Korra only looked supremely self-satisfied. "I'm sure I'll be punished at some point."

 Yes, talking was hopeless. The idea of people that could take your wits away merely by talking in old myths sounded stupid to him at first, but now he realized how wrong that was. Some, like Korra, could simply use you against yourself.

 Marius stamped over. "Rest's over."

 Korra shook her head teasingly. "I think I'm done for today. I'm just so sleepy."

"What, you wanna turn into Felix now? Come on, let's go." He stretched his arm down to, waiting for her to grab onto it.

 Was that really necessary? Felix wondered. All these jabs only made him hate it all the more. His father could even be nice, at times, but never when bodybuilding was concerned.

"I'm too lazy. Maybe tomorrow." 

 Marius clicked his tongue, then scooped her up with ease. Korra went hanging down his back, slapping at him, laughing and screaming. 

 Felix went back to reading, trying not to think that his father had just carried his girlfriend off.

 Later, though, Felix saw his father take his shirt off. Marius grabbed a marker and drew wobbly lines that represented muscle groups over his shoulder. He stood before an amused Korra as a master did before a novice, tracing his fingers over his drawings and flexing to show off the effect.

 She snatched the marker from him and got on her toes to doodle on his chest. One of her hands rested directly over his huge pectoral, while the other drew busily.

 It occurred to Felix just how good they looked in combination. His snow-white body and red hair, mingling with her chocolate colored skin and soft brown locks. Seeing them that way, it was hard to deny that they would've made an amazing couple... 

 Marius looked down and finally saw what she had been drawing on him. Tiny hearts all over his chest. Hearts... That hurt a little. 

 Korra jumped away, but not in time to avoid his palm as it came down and spanked her ass. She yelped and went on running, laughing it up.

 Now a spank. They were definitely getting closer to each other with every passing day. Sooner or later, he would have to put an end to it... 

 Once the training finished, Korra ran upstairs to shower before they went out. This left Felix alone with Marius, who quickly came up to him for a chat.

"Where are you two going?"

"Like you care." Felix's eyes went up to the hearts she had drawn on his father's chest. "To meet her friend."

"I might go out tonight. Ask her to sleep over." 

"And why would I do that?"

"Jesus, Felix." Marius chuckled. "Do I need to teach you everything? Don't you want to get that little thing wet? At your age? That girl's literally begging to get a good dicking." Is she now? "And you better give it to her."

 Felix lifted his unamused gaze. "Or what?"

"Or she'll find someone that will," said Marius, and went off to start on his own routine. 

 Perfect. 

 As always when going out, Korra put aside the skimpy sports clothes and dressed normally. Nothing but a pair of sweatpants and a shirt. Granted, the shirt was worn without a bra, and it was short enough to lift up and show her tummy if she moved about, but it was nothing too much.

 Certainly not compared to Asami.

 The brunette waited for them at McDonald's dressed like a total whore. High glossy heels with silver spikes that tapped against the floor in anticipation. A slutty black dress with slender straps that squeezed her breasts together and came down low enough to revel in their extreme curves and deepest, darkest cleavage.

 As they came in, Felix could see some of the employees behind the counter exchange glances and point over to Asami with concern. Young boys from the neighboring tables stared at her intensely, pulled down by their mothers, while husbands that couldn't believe their luck desperately tried to sneak glances at her vulgar chest. 

 Asami only twirled a lock of her hair and flicked through Instagram posts in boredom and detachment.  

 For all that attention, Asami had none of Korra's charm with people nor the happy-go-lucky attitude. She could be bold and crude, the type to make straightforward remarks that cut deep without the slightest hesitation or guilt regardless of the consequences. Though she dressed herself as a brainless bimbo, there was a certain determination and masked contemplativeness behind everything she did - though her intentions remained unknown. 

"You look fantastic!" Korra exclaimed they sat down.

 Asami brushed back her lacquered waves of hair and arched her brows happily in such a theatrical way that it came across as intentionally ironic. Her piercing green eyes with their long lashes found Felix, summing him up with the same cold disregard as ever. Her long black nails tapped the table impatiently. Did she think he wouldn't be coming?

 I don't much like you either, slut.  

"I thought you were bringing your boyfriend," said Korra.

"Oh, that loser. Nah, I've decided I'm better off without him." The whole point of Felix's attendance rested on the presence of another guy to even things out. Why hadn't she said so before they came? 

 He ate in silence, doing his best to look down at his Big Mac and away from her amazing tits. Felix listened to them chat and giggle about this and that, overhearing Asami laugh about how spineless her boyfriend had been and how she needed a real man that could push her buttons and keep things interesting. A guy with authority and strength of will. He couldn't help but feel she landed him in the first category and not the second. Not that he wanted to be that poor guy that matched with her wants. 

 Korra devoured her meal before they did, then excused herself and ran to the bathroom. Her ass moved under the fabric of the sweatpants, the round and tight cheeks drawing the attention of all the tables she passed. 

 Asami ogled her as well. "Umph!" She smacked her lips and drummed her nails over the table. "Look at that perfect ass go. You're a lucky guy, aren't you?" 

 Felix did not see the comment coming. If anything, all he heard of Asami from Korra made her seem like the ultimate man-eater, the sort of girl that dragged wealthy middle-aged men into dungeons to sit on their faces and got gangbanged by black cocks in her spare time. 

 By comparison, even given today's behavior, Korra appeared as a saint coming down from the clouds of heaven, with a halo hovering above her head and a tear of concern going down her smooth brown cheek. "I am the luckiest," he concluded. For all her faults, Korra remained his sweet princess.

 Her angular brows arched again. "Well." She swayed with exaggeration as she went down for a bite of her cheeseburger, sending ripples of motion into her candy-soft breasts. A single drop of ketchup fell down to her cleavage.

 Asami saw him staring, gave an arrogant look back, then gently ran her finger over the ketchup and brought it to her mouth, sucking on it like a cock and running her tongue over its surface until it dripped with her warm spit. "You could've been luckier." 

 Though Felix knew this was only a dumb trick, he began to sweat with excitement, his cock pitching feebly in his pants. Jesus. Just what kind of guy would be needed to handle a god tier succubus like this and send her back to the depths of hell? 

 As if reading her mind, Asami giggled darkly and wiped the corners of her mouth with the strokes of her long tongue. She adjusted the fragile strap of her dress, making her boobs knock against each other and bounce unsteadily, the pale flesh threatening to spill over. Her eyes held him smugly, content with this total victory. 

 I'm hopeless. He just hoped she wouldn't tell Korra about this.

"So," she started. "I hear your dad's really hot. Maybe you should set us up."

 Felix's brain took time to process, but it finally woke up. What? Hot? Who said that? Korra said that? A creeping feeling of jealousy went up his back and tingled at the nape of his neck. "He's double your age. More, even."

"Even better. A girl's gotta have a daddy, right?" 

 The casual, relaxed way in which she spoke about it held not a hint of syrupy cooing and endless implications exhibited by Korra's way of teasing the senses and imagination. But it was precisely the matter-of-fact, could-happen-today way she told him these things that shook him. The reality of this crazy bitch's reach. 

"I don't know..." 

"Well, think about it. You can't let Korra have all the fun. And if I'm around, you'll get to stare at my tits all day. Wouldn't that be nice?"

 And then--

 And then Korra came out and strolled back to the table. She plopped down and gave him a kiss, then grabbed some fries from Asami's side of the table. "I see you're both alive. That's good enough for me."

 Under the table, Asami brought her heel down over his foot and pushed down playfully. "Some of us are too alive." But her gaze stayed with Korra, as if mocking her for her sudden binging. "You know, darling, I was just talking with Felix now about how good you look."

 Korra beamed and reddened. "Stop."

"It's true. You've built your body into a real fucking machine." 

 How could she say these things so casually? A few heads glanced from a nearby table, amazed at what came out of her mouth. A mother was about to get up and protest when her own pensioner father pulled her back down. Oh, I bet you want to hear what she has to say, do you, old man?

 Asami ran the tip of her tongue over her lips and offered a lopsided grin. "Seems all that training under Marius has done wonders for you, eh?" 

"You should come over and train with us," suggested Korra. 

"Maybe I will..." 

 Before they separated, Asami got behind them and snapped a photo of all three, then uploaded it right to Instagram. Felix was unsurprised to see the room prime importance she gave to her cleavage when taking the shot. She tagged it #besties. Her whole Instagram was full of these somewhat whorish, and ultimately misleadingly captioned and tagged posts. All you could find there was a wholesome teen that fought her insecurity by posting slightly whorish photos. Hardly the cold darkness that flowed out of her in real life.

 Felix and Korra headed back home, making the walk back a longer one by taking a detour through the park. The sun was going down and casting a moody orange glow over the landscape and the calm surface of the water. They held hands and rubbed fingers together suggestively.

"I'm sorry you got dragged for nothing today," said Korra.

"Nah. We get to be together now." 

"That's true." 

 They strolled over the arching bridge, listening to the birdsong coming from the high canopy, taking a moment to enjoy the silence. 

"That talk about Asami coming over to train..." 

"Oh, that won't happen!" said Korra sternly. "I was only being polite."

"How come?"

"Because I hate her. Once a week is enough for me. Plus, she's terrible at sports." 

 He only meant to ask why be polite. Still: "Then why do you hang out with her at all?"

 Korra shrugged. "We're friends, I guess." That seemed enough of an answer to satisfy her. 

 Only when it got dark, did he find the courage to ask her: "Do you want to stay over at my place today?" It wasn't even that much of a question, since she had done it before - hell, she kept clothes stashed in his closet just in case.

 Korra gave him a look and bobbed her head happily. "I'd like that." She squeezed his hand. "I'd like that very much."

 Felix considered giving her a playful smack on the ass. But he remembered his father doing it and decided not to. Why does he ruin everything? 

