Let my embrace you

Two lonely companions

Locke Remora was laying on his bed, exhausted after a long day of school. He dropped his backpack on the floor harder than his History grades, and let go a sad yawn.

He was so done with life. 

Although 80% of the world population had a special mutation called a "quirk", his was... an interesting one. He walked towards his mirror, inside his bathroom. He leaned over the sink and looked with disgust his own face. 

His neck, long and strong, had three pairs of asymmetrical black lines. At the top of it, there was his head. Big, strong jaws, with thick lips and rough skin. At the end of his mouth two scars could be found, allowing his mouth to open to an incredible degree. His face was horrible. He looked like a monster. A shark in humans clothing. His teeth, all canines, were long, sharp and curved. He also had a long tongue, which barely fit in his jaws. Apart from that, he had long, messy and indomable dark hair, and sideburns.

His torso wasn't that bad. Slender, tall, long and strong. Broad shoulders, and defined muscles. His arms were as long as the rest of his body, with massive hands. They were like claws. From a beast. Big and strong, with razor sharp nails.

Long legs, too. And big ass feet. 

Overall, he did resemble a beast. A feral animal, designed to haunt and kill.

Its not that he was unattractive. He was. In a dangerous, somewhat grotesque way. But he hated his body. His quirk gives him no real advantage in life. Yes, he had an above average physical condition without training. But he couldn't sweat nitroglycerine, nor turn off gravity, or erase other people's powers. He just was really good at turning living things into bloody messes.

He sighed, and took off his uniform shirt. Threw it over the pile of clothes on top of his chair, and crawled under the sheets. He closed his eyes, and tapped the wall behind him twice as a "good night" to his parents. And, with tears at the edge of being spilled, he fell asleep.

- Wake up, honey...

Locke opened his eyes. He didn't sit up straight, though. He did not need to. Sitting in front of him there was a figure. Judging by the voice and shape, he knew it was a female. Slowly, he reached over for his lamp, and turned on the weak light.

The female was a stranger. She had long, wavy, black hair, shaved on one side. Her factions were soft and feminine, but had a pretty big nose. Pale skin, without a single imperfection. Her figure was long and with gentle curves, not too thick nor too slim, with the right body fat in the right places. Like a young adult. But that face couldn't have more than 20 years. The female stretched an arm towards him. Her hand had thin and delicate fingers. Her skin was as soft as it looked.

- ... Excuse me, the fuck?

She laughed softly. Her whole aura was sensual and warm. Her hand grabbed his forearm and smiled, showing him her white teeth.

- Shhh... there is nothing to worry about...- she sounded like it was a script she memorized. It came unnaturally fast and softly. She definitely had rehearsed it. She leaned forward, and placed her other hand over his chest.- Be quiet. I am not going to hurt you...

- ... alright.- he responded to the female, who got closer by the second. She smiled again, licking her own lips.

- Can you see this horns?- said while she pointed at her head. Between her locks of hair Locke found two curved horns. She smiled gently.- They are part of my quirk. I am what people commonly know as a "succubus". A sex goddess... Wait... Sex demon... No, right, goddess... 

She then proceeded to sigh in disapproval.

- I am so sorry, it's just...- she covered her face with one of her hands, and started shaking.- This is my first time, and...

Locke stayed completely still. This so called succubus was having a meltdown because of stage panic?

- Miss you are scaring me.

- Just. Okay. Here.- she coughed.- Let me try it again.

She regained her sensual smile. But lost it in less than a second. Locke still didn't move.

- My God... I am... I am sorry.- she started to shake harder.- I rehearsed it. I swear.

- ... okay?

- Just...- another sigh. Remora gulped.- Look, I am hungry, okay? I just need...- her hand touched his chest, with new found lust.- I will need a little bit of you, alright? And I will make it up to you.

- Miss, I don't like where this is going.

- You just need to fuck me... And I will be fed...- she whispered next to his ear.- Tell me, what do you want to do with me? 

Locke gulped away. He was incredibly nervous. This random lady just broke into his room, and offered him sex in exchange for "a little bit of himself". This was completely new to him. What did HE want? He hasn't had any girlfriend yet, not with his mutation. But neither did he want to... fuck. He felt like it would be to give in to his instincts. Which he does quite often. 

So, with reluctance, he stretched his slender and strong arms. He hugged the girl tight, and placed her over his chest. And smiled.

- I-I am Locke.

- ... call me Myra.- she answered. He could feel her cuddling on his chest.

He gulped again. This was very nice.