Saved by the Succubus

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College fucking blew. And not in the good way. Only a few mind-numbing weeks into the fourth and final year of her undergrad at Carfax College, Jo had already been through a substantial parade of (mostly) disappointing one-night stands and some bullshit “orgies” that were about as sexy as the wet corn chips that had gotten everywhere – orgies run by meatheads who’d wanted to videotape them to sell; which Jo was so not down for. Granted, meatheads who’d disappeared off campus in the weeks following, so maybe Admin had gotten wind and booted them. Though they’d of course denied it. And there were rumours of something else going on: stories of terrifying ghostly apparitions who haunted the campus and preyed on students who harmed others. It didn’t really matter to Jo who’d been responsible, she was just glad to see them gone. Unfortunately, walking out of those crappy scenes had, in some circles, gotten her a reputation as a prude.

Jo. A prude. She whipped a stress ball across her empty dorm room and flopped back onto her bed. Jo, whose libido was a roaring fucking train – all aboard, motherfuckers. The best part? Everybody wanted to ride her rails. The ones with yellow fever she could do without, but they tended to self-select out once they realized she had a temper and liked watching the ‘hard’ ones cry like little bitches when all they wanted her to do was be a perfect little doll, demure and delicate. Preferably one who only opened her mouth to fill it with a dick or dig her tongue into some white girl’s slit.

It didn’t help that she was all slender muscle and fairly flat even before she’d gotten ripped. Not exactly the hourglass figure these assholes fantasized about – men and women both. It still didn’t stop her from getting pretty much anyone she wanted. And she was more than a match for these stamina-starved kids. She might not be their perfect fantasy fuck, but on some things, she met them halfway: ‘Jo’ was definitely easier for them to shout during coitus than Ahnjong. Even the ones who wanted to had fucked up the pronunciation, which was a hell of a buzzkill. And it wasn’t that she didn’t like her name – she did, and it was a good destiny umma had tried to give her with it – it was just that her life had been anything but calm. One series of disasters and false starts after another. So many of her parents’ plans for her falling through because she just didn’t seem to have a talent for much, no matter what she tried. Until Jo found out one night she was really good at sex. Like, astronomically good. With endurance she’d rarely had matched.

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