The Succubus Academy of Sexual Deviancy

The Teacher With Eight Arms
Binkan is perhaps one of the most interesting students of the SASD. While well-experienced in the arts our classes teach, she remains far more shy and innocent than a 'cubi can generally be. When we contacted her to ask for a story for use in this pamphlet, her response was initially a refusal. More than a week passed, until we had almost given up hope. Then Binkan showed up at my office with a stack of papers. She handed them to me and walked out, never saying a word. The papers themselves contained this story and several others for printing.
Binkan is a third-year 'cubi-in-training, and currently resides in Steel Canyon, Paragon City, Virtue shard. She works as a heroine protected the weak and defenseless from the depredations of the wicked.
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Codes: tent, Ff, reluct, exhib

My name is Binkan. I usually don't write stories like this; they're embarrassing, really. In a way it amuses me to know that what you read may induce you to enter the academy where I got my start, but... still... Ah, well. That's neither here nor there.
Perhaps I should begin by explaining succubi, in case any of the mortals out there read this. Unlike an incubus, a succubus can be of any species, not simply demon. I'm rare in that my heritage comes from a succubus mother and a human warrior-mage. My father's magic allowed him to impregnate my mother, usually an impossible feat, and I was the result. But the majority of succubi are not born but made; women of all species who transcend their mortality to join that great race known generally as demons.
The word “demon” is magical jargon for a “dimension traveler” and so a succubi, you may think of as a traveling courtesan seeking her own pleasure across the multitude of dimensions. If that's too complex and esoteric, call us creative whores. I've heard it before.
My story begins in my first year at the Academy. Now, you may know that each 'cubi begins her training in three major classes and an elective. The first three are required course and are determined by the entrance board. Mine were “Honesty in Self-Image,” “Basic Reproduction,” and “Tools of the Trade.” However, the story I'm about to relate to you takes place in the elective class I took that semester, “Interspecies Relations.”
I arrived early for my first class, as was my habit. A number of other girls were already waiting inside the room, and I took my customary seat in the center of the front row.
“I hear an alien is teaching this class,” one of the girls said in the back of the room.
“This is Eye-Are,” another said sarcastically, referring to the name of the class. “Of course they won't have a humanoid 'cubi teach it.”
Further discussion stopped at that point as the teacher walked in. A few latecomers filed in behind her. Pro forma, she glared at them for being late then gestured toward the back of the room where some seats remained open. The Academy was one of the few schools where the front of the class filled faster than the back.
“My name,” she said once everyone was seated. “Is Mihari. You may call me sensei, Mihari-sensei, teacher or Ms. Mihari. I don't ever want to hear 'Mi-chan' or 'Mihari' or 'Bitch', is that understood?”
“Yes,” the class murmured obligingly.
“Good.” Ms. Mihari pulled a book from under her desk and began calling roll. “Looks like everyone's here,” she said afterward. “That's very good.” A slow nod then. “We'll begin with a demonstration, then.”
“For this, I'll need a volunteer.” She scanned the room slowly, then fixed her gaze on me. “Binkan, was it? You just volunteered!”
The requisite giggles came from the rest of the class as I stood, walking hesitantly to the front of the class. Ms. Mihari watched me for a moment, then pursed her lips.
“Well?” she asked, impatiently, “What're you still dressed for, girl?”
I flushed with embarassment, but began to undress anyway. The vest was first to go: I removed it swiftly while I still had the nerve. Next were the pants; I had to sit down to pull them off. I ignored the titters of the class at the clumsiness of my maneuver. Just because I wasn't a slut like them...
“Panties and bra too, Binkan.” Ms. Mihari's voice was neither condemning nor approving of my modesty, simply patient. I flushed again, but began tugging my undies down. I was glad that I shaved regularly; some 'cubi don't, but I always felt unkempt and ill bred with pubic hair. Then the bra, and only then did I feel a slight hesitation, but I squashed it firmly. If this was what it took to pass this class, I would show them that human and 'cubi crossbreeds had more than enough chutzpah to keep up with them! I pulled the clips and the bra fell away from my small, half-orange sized tits.
I stood naked in front of the class, feeling somewhat embarrassed but determined. I know, I know, succubi aren't supposed to be shy or anything... but that's just propaganda. Then again, perhaps it wasn't just lies; my nipples sprang to attention and my slit began to feel warm and moist as I saw all the girls in my class watching me expectantly. I looked over at the teacher hesitantly.
“That's fine, Binkan,” she said softly. “Now, just let me change forms.”
I had seen a Kheldian before. They were quite common a few years ago. Now, of course, they've moved on to Earth, where I see them regularly in Paragon. However, perhaps none of you will be familiar with them.
A Kheldian has three distinct forms. A very large one, nearly twice the height of an average humanoid, and at least three times as broad, for tasks requiring a large quantity of... “negotiating power.” This is called a 'Dwarf,' for reasons that escape me. A human form, the one that Ms. Mihari had been wearing when I entered the class, and a flying one. The flying one, a Nova, was the one she chose to assume.
A crash of light and sound, like being right next to a lightning bolt, filled the classroom. Many of the students drew back in shock as a tentacled being replaced Ms. Mihari at the front of the class. Eight tentacles to either side of a wide body shaped like a cobra's hood, with two pointed tails like my own dangling beneath her. Despite my familiarity with the breed, I was still a bit apprehensive. It was one thing to be familiar with a Kheldian, quite another to be intimate with one!
::Please, relax:: she said. I could tell she was speaking only to me. She placed a tentacle on my shoulder. It felt warm and dry, much like an arm might if it didn't have bones. I began to relax again, almost against my will.
::Now:: she said, addressing the entire class, ::The Nova has ten mobile appendages. Only two of these...:: she flicked her tails at the class with a sense of amusement, ::are used in procreation. The others are for tool use or a number of other functions. In this case, they will be used to enhance Binkan's experience.::
A tentacle wrapped under each arm and around both my ankles. I felt my feet leave the ground as I was pulled closer to Ms. Mihari. A giggle came from the class and I smiled reluctantly as I imagined how silly I must look.
::Relax:: Ms. Mihari said again. ::Relax::
Again, I felt my body relax despite my anxiety and embarrassment, and I remembered that all Kheldians had basic empathic skills. I resolved not to let that bother me, given that I too had the same talents.
Sensing that I was as comfortable as I could be, she nodded her serpentine head.
::Now:: she said, turning her attention away from me again. ::The secret to successful intercourse between multiple species is to try to find points of congruence. Obviously, Binkan has no tentacles. But with both her species and my own, the tail is incredibly sensitive:: As she spoke, her own tails reached out to mine and wrapped it firmly. I shuddered.
Ms. Mihari was right, of course. Any part of a demon's body is far more sensitive than the same part on a human. However, our tails are really simple nerve-strands wrapped in a thin layer of skin. Touching our tails in the wrong way can be excruciatingly painful, one of the reasons most demonesses prefer to hide their tails when on Earth. However, a skilled person can give a succubi immense pleasure from a proper tail-rub, and Ms. Mihari was nothing if not skilled. Her tails began a gentle pulsing rhythm on my own, sending increasingly distracting waves of pleasure through me.
::Of course, one cannot afford to ignore the rest of her body::
With the part of my mind still able to notice such things, I saw her open her mouth slightly and a small, thin appendage, the tongue-analogue of her Nova form, snake out through the opening. She lashed it gently against my lips, then parted them to touch my own tongue. I suppressed a gagging reflex and was surprised to realize that it tasted differently than I expected. Strange though it may sound, her tongue tasted like chocolate! I licked eagerly at it, experimenting with this new treat, and so only vaguely heard her say to the class,
::As you can see, she's begun to react strongly to the tail and tongue ministrations. If I'm not mistaken, she requires only a few more strokes to... Yes...::
My body swung as Ms. Mihari turned me to face the class. She spread my ankles wide, and that was all I needed. My head exploded into a million psychedelic pieces. I knew the class was watching but I didn't care, twitching frantically as I tried to reach my pussy. Ms. Mihari was having none of that, though, and she held my arms and legs firmly apart as my sex twitched and spasmed in climax.
::As you can see:: she said, her mind-voice ringing with definite satisfaction ::Interspecies relationships can be incredibly sensual despite differences in shape.::
“No...” I gasped... “...shit...” I can't remember cursing more than once or twice in my life; that was worthy of it.
“But... Ms. Mihari,” one of the girls said, raising her hand.
::C'ssidy, was it? Go ahead::
“You haven't even touched her cunt or tits yet!”
::So I haven't. With any race, stimulation of the genitals is a crucial part of lovemaking::
Suiting actions to words, a fifth tentacle slid down to caress my mound. The sensation cut through my orgasm-fogged mind like an electric shock.
“Ahhgaahh,” I said intelligently.
::Notice that the foreplay increases Binkan's receptiveness to further interaction::
“Yes.....” I hissed. The class giggled again, but I was beyond caring. I arched my back, thrusting my hips towards the tentacle, but it drew away. As if in consolation, two of her remaining tentacles swung down to lightly brush across my painfully hard nipples. I hissed again. None of my previous experiments in sex had prepared me for the raw sensation that was currently running like fire under my skin.
The two tentacles wrapped around my breasts and squeezed gently, tugging the small mounts a few millimeters away from my chest.
::I'll pull hard:: Ms. Mihari warned me privately. I nodded my assent, then gasped aloud as she stretched them to their fullest extent, then sighed as she released them again. I was so far gone even the pain only served to put an edge on the pleasure, and I arched my back again toward the tentacles.
::Now:: she said, addressing the class. ::Entry.::
One of her tails unwrapped itself from my own, trading places with her last spare tentacle. The free tail brushed lightly across my sheath before burrowing directly into me. I could feel it writhing as if it were alive itself, climbing up deep inside me. The pointed tip of her tail folded in on itself, but only slightly, so it felt as if I were being stretched from the inside out.
I was panting now, more animal than demon. I sucked on her tongue again to try to reclaim my control of the situation, only to have Ms. Mihari tug on my breasts again and make me lose control. Her second tail unwound from mine, leaving only the one tentacle to massage it, and I felt the tip poke at my anus. Reflexively I tried to wrench my legs closed, but her grip held and I felt the first few inches of the rubbery point work their way in.
::Notice how stimulation of both the anus and the vagina affect Binkan:: I heard Ms. Mihari say. Her own mental voice seemed strained, as if an effort was required to keep it steady.
Moans were coming from the class, timed approximately to my own gasping pants, as the other girls in the class furiously rubbed themselves.
::Get ready, Binkan:: Ms. Mihari said to me.
Ready for what, I thought, but then the first spurt came from her tail-tentacle, then another from the one lodged in my vagina. The classroom dimmed and I cried out with a passionate, wordless shriek as I came for a second time. Waves of pleasure came from Ms. Mihari as she continued to cum inside me, bringing the rest of the class to orgasm with us, and sending me over the edge for a third climax. The classroom faded to black.
:: ...all right?:: I heard as I came to.
“I'm...” I cleared my head carefully before replying. “I'm alright.”
I was sitting on the floor of the classroom, gently laid at the foot of the teacher's desk. Bluish fluid leaked from both my holes as I sat up and grimaced. “Thought you were a woman.”
:: I am a Kheldian. :: Ms. Mihari turned to the rest of the class, which was similarly staring at the pool between my legs. ::One moment.:: A quieter crash heralded her return to human form.
“Kheldian Novas reproduce externally. The male prepares the eggs, and the female fertilizes them. That's why it's important, when trying a new species partner, to research what method of reproduction they practice.”
Ms. Mihari reached out a hand took my wrist, pulling me upright.
“Now,” she said, “What would be the proper way to clean up this mess in the academy?”
Without waiting for a response, she placed her mouth at my cunt and began to suck.

Interspecies Relations is but one of a number of electives we offer at the Academy. It is frequently cited as the most fun or most important one our graduates have taken, however. As you can tell, Binkan certainly found it one of her favorites from the very first day! This isn't the last we hear from her, however; other events at our Academy impacted her much the same way... but that's for another story.
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