I'm Stuck Managing The Hidden Village of Femboy Succubi 5 (Patreon)

Deep ocean blue hair gathered in a neat, prim and proper bun, a pressed, well fitted and expertly tailored button up shirt, a tight, simple but stylysh black sleeveless cardigan and a simple tube skirt in black brought the look together.

Velian, Vel for his friends, was almost a model of restraint and decency when compared to all his degenerate fellows. In contrast to almost all succubi, he even actually wore shoes, a relatively practical pair, even if he still had heels high enough to bring attention to his slim and wonderfully well shaped calves and toned thighs. The shape of his hips also brought attention to his almost womanly figure, just about androgynous enough that it would've been hard to tell at first glance if he was a man or a woman.

But of course, I know that he's a succubus, and I know very much what lay beneath the skirt, under the panties, tightly tucked in in order to keep from making a bulge in his underwear.

He came into my office holding a stack of papers, already getting into the role he said he wanted to play. Now, there is a simple and undeniable reality that all succubi have to deal with, no matter their disposition, and that is the fact that even Vel for all that he tried to look like a prim and proper worker, was a bit of a slut. All of them were. At a fundamental level, it was a survival mechanism, they needed to have sex with humans to live.

But I won't look a gift horse in the mouth, and as I take the papers that Vel brought to me, I hum to myself with a smile. Recently, a young man had been using our services, and requesting Vel specifically, quite often, and Vel had struck a deal to exchange lessons in the young man's specialty, administration and secretarial duties. That young man was Viscount Fenwich, who had risen to the position of becoming the right hand of a duke purely through his prowess.

At first, I'd been skeptic, but Vel had definitely learned the trade quite well, and he was certainly better than hiring someone from outside, and even better than some of my fellow humans, who had neither the interest nor the talent necessary to match what Vel had learned in a couple of weeks.

"We don't exactly have a surplus of administration personnel," I admitted freely, raising the papers in my hand and smacking them with the back of my fingers, making them separate and make quite a bit of noise. The low quality paper they were made of bent easily and wouldn't return to its shape, but these were practice documents anyway, I had another copy of this very paperwork already finished. "But even if we did I'd still be looking for a place for you. This work is impeccable."

Some might be wondering, how dare I waste valuable paper doing something like testing out a potential hire when I could've just used cheaper alternatives... but the truth is that we had a surplus of paper. As it turns out, Succubi who live long enough start to pick up skills just to amuse themselves since even sex all the time can become a chore, and thankfully, one of them had picked up a method to cheaply produce low quality paper with reasonable efficiency and speed, so despite being a small village without much land to our name, we arguably had easier access to paper than the homes of many a noble.

But I digress, I'm just trying not to pay attention to the excited succubus almost bouncing in place from excitement. Not that there was much to bounce, Vel was on the petite side, and if I had to guess, he was probably around a meter and a half in height, maybe a few centimeters more, and among the most effeminate of all succubi. Wide hips, cheeks that were stretching the tight skirt, slim legs and arms, and a narrow, beautiful face that could cause a war... really, most people had difficulty believing he was not a young woman, but instead, very much a male.

"Now, it's important that you understand the duties you would have as my secretary," I said, "for starters, you would have to move permanently to a room near to myself, ideally right next or directly across from this office," I said, "we can work on getting an attached room constructed so that you can deal with matters that don't require my interference and screen people who come to see me between those who require my immediate attention, and those who should be made to wait until an appointment is made," I explained. "Did the Viscount explain how that works?"

"Yes!" Vel said smiling happily, bringing his hands together. "I've also studied the chart you gave me about which problems are urgent and which problems can be put off for more urgent matters," he said, "and I've also been thoroughly and vigorously instructed in the most important tasks a secretary performs for his lord!" he said, his cheeks tinting a little pink. "Repeatedly!"

I snorted, rolling my eyes. "Yeah, I'm sure you were," I said. "Right. For now, you'll spend today doing paperwork with me and being present as I deal with the people who come complain, and then we'll work on getting you a proper work station."

Vel nodded, and I gestured for him to take one of the guest seats in front of my desk. There really wasn't much to do, I simply sat and explained the paperwork I was doing to Vel, and explained how to fill out and file the accounting charts, as I would need him to take care of such busywork in the future, and why it was all important.

I... can't believe I'm saying this, but I might have found a succubus who might not have a dick for brains.

"Ah, then you use the numbers from these forms, once you get the final net tally, and input them into the book like this, right?" Vel said, pointing with a slim and soft looking finger at the column in the accounting book, then back at the expense sheet he was working from.

"Yes, in this case, you would label it with just Malon - Expenses, and in case there was something unusual, such as Karnelia's here," I said, tapping the soft feathery end of my quill on the sheet that reported how much money Karnelia's little experiment was costing us, "you separate it from the total, and place it as its own entry, with a mark like this," I said, making a little arrow with the quill, "so that you can tell it's part of Karnelia's expenses, so that in the future when we're reviewing the books to make the yearly report, we know not to worry about the unusually high expense."

Vel's eyes widened. "Oh! I see! Then that's in case we forget what it was for, so we don't have to go looking into the daily books and check all over again to make sure we didn't screw up a number somewhere, isn't it?"

"Precisely!" I responded. "In the past, when reviewing the books at the end of the harvest season, I sometimes found myself worried about unusually large expenses, so now I just make a note of all of them in the monthly book so I don't have to go looking for the daily expense sheets and check each one of them individually for errors."

"Mhm! I thought this was a lot of busywork, but it's actually all designed to minimize the amount of work we actually have to do, isn't it?"

"Yes. It's efficiency," I explained, gesturing with my hand. "We work hard now so we can rest tomorrow," I said.

"Wow, I never thought Boss Will was so advanced at this," Vel said, wonderment in his voice. "Then," he said, "what's this about?" he asked, pulling up the next item on our list.

"Right, that's a short and brief list of the communications we've received," I explained, taking the page from him. It was split into several columns, and I pointed at the first. "This is the date the message arrived," I explained, "and next to it is the date, if specified, that the message was sent."

"Why's that important?" Vel asked. "Wouldn't the date it arrived be more important?"

"It is and it isn't, in a way. It's important for us, to know which date something arrived at," I explained, circling the spot with the back of the quill, then poking the 'date sent' slot, "but it's important that we know how long it's been since the messenger sent it, because it tells us how long they've been waiting for a response, if one is to be made at all," I said. "A lot of nobles tend to be very upset if you don't respond promptly to their messages, so it's vital that we keep track of when they were sent because they are also prone to wanting unreasonably fast delivery," I explained.

"So it's basically there to let us know how long we have until a manchild throws a tantrum?"

"Pretty much, yes, but it's also sometimes a womanchild," I said. "Anyway, this here, is a brief summary of the message's contents, in this case, this was a message sent three weeks ago, that arrived today, from a frontier noble, preparing for a vacation that involves a visit to our village," I explained, "and he requested we send him a catalogue and commissioning portraits of our recommendations," I explained.

"We do that?" Vel asked, genuinely surprised.

"Just out of curiosity, what do you guys think I do with the portraits?"

"I... figured they were sold?" Vel admitted. "I mean not to blow my own cock but, we're pretty cute to you humans right?" he asked.

"Blow your own- what is that expression?" I responded, resisting the urge to groan at how terrible the pun was. "No, nevermind," I said, shaking my head. "Now's as good a time as any for a break. Too much work and no play will melt your brain," I said. "We'll take our break together today, but going forward one of us will have to be present at all times, it'll make sure we're still operating at near full capacity even while the other is resting," I said.

"Oh! But- no, it's okay," Vel said. "Okay... uhm, should I undress, or would you prefer to do me while I'm dressed?"

"That's not the- you know what, yes, I would like to have sex with you right now," I said. "Normally I'd be having lunch, but I feel like eating you up right now," I said, looking at the lithe, beautiful body of the succubus before me. "Come sit on my lap," I said.

"Oh! My favorite!" Vel said, giggling as he hiked up his skirt, revealing his almost pristine white panties, pristine but for the wet spot at the tip. He must've been holding himself back quite a lot, he pulled his panties down and his dick, almost the size of my pinky finger, sprung out like it was desperate to get out, a string of juice connecting its tip to the panties and breaking only as they were pulled below mid thigh, sliding along the pale and beautifully smooth skin of the lovely succubus secretary as he removed his underwear, bending over in half, stopping for a moment only to turn around, seemingly remembering to put on a show, showing me his fat ass and how it was framed in that tight tube skirt.

He struggled for a moment to pull the panties off past his ankles, caught in his shoes for a moment, but after taking it one at a time and with some dexterity, he was able to pull the panties off, and then he approached me, turning to show me his back once again, as I pulled my dick out.

I was not yet hard, and as he sat, he did not sit to penetrate himself on my cock, to impale that tight little succubus ass with my meat pole, no, instead, he actually hiked up his skirt some more and sat over my dick, so he rested his balls and dick over my shaft. It was almost comical, even though he wasn't that small in terms of body, that part of him looked positively tiny, and the feeling of his impossibly soft and smooth little dick and his full and throbbing testicles on my cock was doing wonders to wake me up.

It was nothing like a hand or mouth, and his sensual, gyrating hip movements made it even better. Vel was no stranger to this, neither was I, but my experience is measured in years, and his in decades, and he's clearly enjoying himself, letting his voice come out in soft, moaning pants, leaning back, resting his full weight against my chest, his head against my shoulder, using his hand to tilt my head so that we could kiss, uncomfortable though it was to bend forward like that, the kiss was well worth it as I tasted his sweet saliva and basked in his body.

I feel like giving Vel a bit of a reward, for all the good work. Positive reinforcement and all that.

I kissed him deeply and reached for our cocks, grabbing them both at the same time, careful with his sensitive little prick and my now hard as steel cock, I began to grind our cocks against one another. It was almost like a handjob, but not quite, his testicles felt heavenly, it was a balljob and a dickjob and however you want to call it, but it felt really good.

Vel giggled. "A lot of men don't wanna touch our dicks you know," he said, breathily.

"They're idiots," I said, using my thumb to press his dick against mine, then stroking it along side the shaft, "they're missing out," I said, kissing his cheek and neck.

"Mhm... humans are silly~!" Vel said, then he suddenly moaned out loud as I pressed the pinkish red tip of his dick against my cock and then began to grind them against each other while my thumb continued appling pressure along the shaft, the tip pressing his glans down against my shaft, the difference in our skin tone clear and evident as I used our cocks to pleasure us both. "That feels good doesn't it Vel?"

"Ngnh, Boss Will, it feels amazing... compared to yours, mine's just a big clit isn't it..?" he asked, letting out a very girlish giggle of a laugh. "Ahn, feeling this pleasure makes me glad to be a succubus~! Humans are~ the best~♥!"

I kissed his neck, cheek and then lips once more, then did it again, in the other direction, climbing up his jawline to his ear, before taking his earlobe into my mouth. "Hmm... you guys love humans huh?"

"Nngh, yeahhh," Vel mewled, "we love you guys~ gals too~!" he giggled.

"That makes me curious," I said, "what about each other? I never really see you guys... with each other," I said, "unless you're requested to."

Humming, Vel paused for a moment, then pushed off of me, turning around and climbing on the seat, his legs over the armrests of my chair, his arms on my shoulders, as he positioned himself, his asshole kissing the tip of my dick. "Can't speak for all of us, we're not quite all the same, you know?" he said.

Don't I know it... managing you guys' preferences is my job more often than I'd like.

"But I guess it's... well," he looked up for a moment. "It's hard to say, it's... like eating something without any substance? Oh! Like drinking water when you're not thirsty!" he said, coming up with a metaphor. "I mean it feels... good I guess but it lacks... oomph, it lacks impact!" he said, "it lacks thiieeeessshh~ ghhk, ahh, yesss! This is what it's all about!!"

Mid sentence, Vel slammed himself down and took my cock all the way up his tight ass, devouring me to the hilt and trapping me in a cavity too narrow for my dick to fit in, forcing me to open my way through what felt like molten lava. It was... amazing, and it got me hissing and gritting my teeth.

"Yeahhh... this is what we can never, ngh, get from each other..!" he mewled, resting his body against mine. "Mhm... I can never get tired of this..!" he said, as he began to rock his hips.

I grabbed him by the hips and ass, his almost womanly form wrapped around me... and then I began to pound him. The previous stimulation was intense, and it had already primed me, I had no need for lengthy foreplay, and he didn't need me to start slow and build up, I could go hard, and fast, from the start, and we were caught in ecstasy together.

The slapping sound of skin on skin, our bodies coming together, was muffled by my pants and his skirt, and even if it wasn't, his screams of pleasure would've drowned them anyways. He wasn't just getting off, he was coming undone, and as hot and sexy as it was, I felt like something had to be done... just in case someone heard him, as I'm not supposed to be fucking anyone at work.

I spied, on my desk, the panties he had discarded earlier, and I caught his mouth in a kiss to distract him, then leaned forward, grabbing the panties while we were kissing as I pushed the chair forward with the same motion, then as we broke the kiss, I moved swiftly, shoving the bundle of cloth that was his panties into his mouth. His eyes widened, but he realized what was happening and relaxed, accepting me stuffing his own underwear into his mouth.

Vel was submissive by nature, and would instantly melt and allow me to do whatever I pleased to him should I push him even slightly, and he was tightening up around my cock as I manhandled him. His ass quivered, his muscles seemed to almost shake with nervous energy and excitement, and then we were slamming into each other again, and I could feel only the briefest hint of the cold outside air before sinking back into that tight ass and then feeling his smooth skin and trembling body pressing against mine, only to start all over again.

His breathing was coming in even smaller pants, sometimes he let a full breath exhale out of his nose, but for the most part, he was breathing through the panties, and letting the air out of his mouth in muffled cries, I pressed his body against mine and dove into his neck again, kissing it and biting it and sucking on it and giving him a good dozen and then some more hickeys, and I kept going even as my fingers pressed more on the flesh of his ass. I could feel his twitching body shake even more and more with every thrust of my hips into his, with every touch of my cock into his deepest depths.

With every press of his pleasure buttons in his ass, I brought us closer and closer together until-

Vel exploded first. And exploding was an understatement, Vel's cum was like one of those eastern flying skyfire thingamabobs going off, his orgasm was like the bolts of the thundergod from the heavens themselves, intense, potent and so fast that you could never be ready for it, and he splattered both our chests with his sticky, pearly white, pinkish cum.

The stench of his seed filled the air, and a whiff of it broke through the last of my concentration, it was just so wrong and so right at the same time, and I exploded within him, meeting his lips with a deep, tongue kiss, I came inside his ass, filling him up and satisfying his hunger, even as I missed my own lunch.

We kissed for what felt like hours, but was only a minute, an eternity that passed instantly as I could feel my entire body squeezing the cum out of my balls, at least that's what it felt like.

And then finally, I was done, and I was hugging the tired Vel to my chest.

As we rested for a moment together, and from the twitching of his cock I knew this was only the short break between sex sessions, I wondered if I was gonna be getting any work done for the rest of the day.

My cock throbbed. I hadn't gone soft inside Vel's ass at all.

Nope, I don't think I'm gonna be getting back to work any time soon.

"Ngnh, Boss Will," he mewled, looking up at me with teary eyes, more from exertion and effort than him actually crying. "Are you sure... we can't take, our breaks, to, together?" he asked.

I closed my eyes. "We'll discuss that later," I said. "Now, get off me and bend over my desk," I said.

"Y-Yes sir, boss!" he said, more excited than anything else.

Still took him a while to work up the nerve to get off my dick, but I'll let it pass. His ass felt really, really good on my cock after all!