➪ꏳꀍꍏᖘ 004
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"My roots are starting to show."
Amala mumbles when she lifts her gaze to the mirror, spotting her best friends fed up gaze when yet again, Amala was busy layering hair dye to her head.

The truth it was though,after having appeared in the human Jimin's first dream, she awoke to her hair in a consequential aftermath.

Her strands were tangled and shrinkingly coiled,her once blue blackly dyed hair an auburn red with it's unique striking scarlet red streaks.

Knowing it would attract too much attention,she lingered in bed and ignored her blaring alarm of her 11'o clock class.

Her roommate rather, namely her best friend Simone, and also one of the rare who are human to know her as Amala the Demonic Succubus,was to face the burden of helping her with all the thick,long,and tangled hair that cocooned into a mess on her head.

Folks always talk about how nice it must be to have such thick luscious healthy curls,but they never consider the labor thee owner might be put through once it comes to taking care of it.

"Why do you keep on doing this to me?!"
Her voice is a hollow of a scream,as she sinks to the ground in despair in a displayment of her usual dramatics.

Amala rolls her eyes at this,quite used to Simone ever being the drama queen.

"It's not even that much hair dude,why all the whining?"

As Amala finishes her sentence,while simultaneously scooping another gooey lot to plaster to her hair,she misses the way Simone's eyes stretch comically at how she just brushed off what had to be the most tiring thing to do in the world.

And that she literally described her hair as,not even that much.

"Says the person who complains about it almost every day?
I don't think I get where you're coming from with all this shit talk of your hair not even being that much,like girl,you've seen it yeah?"
Simone huffs,her movements seem like that of a retarted person with how she slowly moves the limbs.

Amala frowns as she thinks it over,her gloved fingers tugging and trudging through knotted strands while she tries to apply the blue black hair dye as thoroughly as she can.

Her hair was quite bad to take care of yes,and most of the time she felt like shaving the bunch of and walking around with an obscenely cleanly shaven head,while other times, she feels like tugging the strands out of the skin of her scalp one by one when they do not want to corporate with her on the chosen day,but with that being all beside the point,her hair.

Was really not that much was it?

"Can we just move past the subject and get a move on?
My arms are threatening to fall off."
She sighs, having given up on the thought of figuring out her true feelings toward her hair.

For now she would settle with the love hate relationship she has with them.

And well,the fact that she couldn't do anything but settle with them seeing as it was simply impossible getting rid of them without them growing back ten thousand times worse.

She settles her hands on her barren dresser instead, having learnt her lesson when more than half her stuff were stained black after her careless demeanor when applying hair dye to her head,as she waits on Simone to lift her ass so that she could help manage the lot above.

"I don't get why you keep on hiding them.I would kill for my natural hair colour to be so surreal and unique,you know?"
She scoffs, shrugging her shoulder bag  down onto her bed before kicking off her shoes to make her way over to Amala in her pink socks.

Socks with bunnies patterned all over them,at that.

"Exactly why I do hide them.
Do you know how many people wanna be touching on my hair and starts asking questions on if they're real or not?
Or my favourite,if they find out that they are in fact real,before coming to realisation that it's unnatural?"
Amala tsks in her friends direction, stretching her neck in figure eight circles to loosen the tautly strung muscles of them.

"Yeah yeah,the problems of being a Cubbi,blah blah blah.
Tell me though,why have I never been sexually attracted to you?"
Simone asks,pulling on some see-through gloves as she prepares her for the unfair labour her arms were about to be put through.

To think Amala remained the ungrateful brat after all the effort Simone puts into her hair,and yet here she was again.

Helping her.

"I don't know, you're just different.
I guess."
Amala mumbles thoughtfully.

It was quite strange,her and Simone's relationship.

They were nothing more than platonic best friends,the first ever girlfriend of hers that hadn't tried to make a move on her with sexual innuendos,had Amala clinging on to her that much more tighter.

Especially since all she'd known growing up was boys and girls alike trying to pursue her,people pretending to be friends all the while being entranced to her,dazed when in her presence, hungrily eager for her mere touch, wanting to please even when doing it all unknowingly.

She's lost valuable friends in similar situations,those of who almost all not knowing of her true status,and confessions of their utter adornment or profound love,just to later realise they'd been in a trance all the while and making things unfortunately just that more awkward.

It's as she's mentioned earlier,it wasn't as if she had an off switch to being the utter atonement of seduction and that her being alive literally meant that she would attract the most weak minded to her will without even realising she was doing it.

Therefore,the blue black hair dye.
And using pure force,or rather,having Simone helping her with the rest of her hair.

"I'm fabulously unique,bitch.
Of course I'm different,given that I'm lesbian as well."
She chuckles, her hands softly stroking through the long coiling strands of Amala's.

A comforting silence settles between them,and Amala is left to her thoughts now that she no longer has herself busy with arms threating to fall into themselves.

She was left with the thoughts of the human named Jimin.

With the after reminiscing of his scent.
His oddly soft gentle touches.
The cunt clenching whisper of his breathy moans as he thrusted,fucked and slobbered his way into her small mouth.

Amala's scent spikes in arousal,and not for the first time,she's glad for Simone being human and not being able to pick up the distinct scent of throat clogging cinnamon mixed with the soft underlinement of marshmallows.

She found herself often thinking about the previous nights events,a week after she'd been notified of her summoning,and having herself so vulnerably exposed and on her knees in front of a human.

She'd always foretold her first summoning,if she was to have one with how rare they were,to be one of pure anguish and the eager will and non existent patience for it to be over.

Oddly,she hadn't felt any of those.

Oh no, she wanted more.

More of his thick length stretching her mouth in a way that had the apex of her thighs slick with her wetness.
How she had to unhinge her jaw to fully take him inside of her,mouth so small and yet so accommodating to his girthy size.

Those few moments of hesitance when she had the tip of his cock pressed to her lips,the mushroom shaped head touching the top of them and her eyes lingering over the thickest,longest cock she must've seen in her life,and believe her,she'd seen the whole lot.

To the utter suprise of his soft gentle touch beneath her chin, angling her gaze up and away from his twitching cock and up into he warm brown of his own,her inner Succubus immediately submitting to its master.

Odd again,with how she was usually the one to take charge in her sex escapades, always the one
guiding,
telling,
commanding.

It had felt jarringly good to have herself submit so easily to someone she only knew the name of.

And how warm he made her tummy feel,the tips of her cheeks hot against the cold air.

Were summoners supposed to make alarming flutters go off in the summoned ?

A question she'd repeatedly tombered about for the better part of the day.

And why it was nothing uttered pit of the9uths of friends alike to Amala, describing their very own summonings.

Why was her's so different,from what so many of her kind have told the tales of?

Old and young,have her kind been summoned,but no matter the differences of age,their experiences have all been the same.

Horrible.

Why was hers then not?

Who was this Park Jimin to make her feel such a way?

And why did she find herself liking it?

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Happy Sunday.💕