“Can I have your soul?” She pressed her lips together as she swirled her long red hair around her middle finger “it won’t hurt. I promise.” She leaned in. Her warm breath against my neck as she took short, shallow breaths “unless you want it to hurt. Then.” She ran a finger along my shirtless body “then. I think I can make that happen.”

I blinked trying to wrap my head around all this. It’s not every day a woman talks to me. Let alone ask me for something. But how did she get in here? I want to look to see if she broke a window, broke down my door or what she did to illegally enter the house of a high school student. However, I couldn’t look away.
Those blue eyes shined like the pools of Eden. She ran her fingers through my hair and the world around me seemed to disappear into a hazy fog replacing everything with the face of this Goddess.

“Just say it.” She whispered, “take me.”

“T...”

“Take me.” Giggling she began to undo the knot I tied into my pajama bottoms “say it Yuuta and I’ll be all yours.”

“Ta...”

Her hands were warm and intoxicating. Powerful enough to sedate an elephant. I wanted more of her touch. A price for giving her my soul was becoming more and more likely. To have a beautiful girl tossing herself at me asking for my soul in exchange for my virginity. . . It’s too good to be true!

“Say it.” She whispered once more as the knot ceased to exist. “And I’ll make you that happiest man on Earth.”

“Take...”

Her eyes became a beautiful shade of red. Like the color of autumn. Her breast became perky and larger – expanding out to my perfect size and something touched my leg. She was rubbing her hand against my leg and I couldn’t....

“Take me.” She was pressing her breast against my body now with her hands at the ready.

“What are you poking me with?” My vision snapped to and I was looking at this Goddess now knowing she was up to something more than taking my soul or virginity.

“I’m not poking you.” She hissed “now say it!”

“Not till you stop it.” I hissed back shoving her away from me “I don’t like –“

She stopped for a moment and looked at me. She was clearly used to getting her way.

“What is that?!” I shouted pointing at the polka-dotted panties she wore.

“Victoria’s Truth.” She smiled “G-string.”

“Not that. THAT!” I was pointing to the bulge between her leg.

“Oh!” She smiled “my demonic horn?” She stood up before me “succubus have three horns. But I can’t seem to hide this one yet.” She radiated pride “not like I would want to! After all, it’s one of the biggest horns the Dream world has ever seen.” She was blushing now “even my father, Phobetor is jealous of its size! His very own daughter! With a horn larger than his!”

“Y-You’re a dude!” I shouted stopping her in the middle of her spew.

“No. I’m a lady.” She hissed at me “a succubus to be exact. A creature of fantasy and pleasure for a world you can’t even fathom in that dense little skull of yours.” She crossed her arms but I was transfixed on the horn she crammed into those tight panties “I can change appearance to be whatever you want. Whoever you want. And do whatever you want. All in exchange for your human soul.” She laughed for a moment “always told dad that was not a big price to sleep with you humans. After all, humans are stupid and easily get crawl into bed with anything they find attractive. Hell, I could be a tree and some human would want me! Now let’s get back to our deal.” She placed her hands on my shoulders. I could feel her trying to make eye contact but I wasn't looking away from that massive horn staring at me. “This is my first assignment so let’s make it easy, alright ugly? Say the magic words and enter our binding contract. And I’ll be yours. So just say it. Say it Yuuta. Take me.”

Before I could stop myself I shouted: “You have a penis!!!!!!”

That was the night my life changed. I was a normal high-school boy who wanted nothing more than to be acknowledged by the opposite sex and live a normal life. But now I was the weird high-school boy who was given a chance to have the world’s pleasures but couldn’t ignore one fact. That the beautiful vixen before him was, in fact, a man. A man whose horn was too large to be ignored and honestly made his pride in being a man shrink to microscopic size.

And to add insult to injury I have to live with this man parading as a woman – excuse me, a succubus. She’s unable to return to her home world till she takes a soul back for her father, Phobetor. And as desperate as I am. I’m not about to lose my soul to a penis the size of Mount Fuji! It might have been OK if it wasn’t so big. Maybe I could of look past it. But. I can’t.

“It’s a horn!!!!!!!”