I'm Stuck Managing The Hidden Village of Femboy Succubi 1 (Patreon)

Once upon a time, there was a village in the middle of nowhere. It had no name, and the feudal lord who owned the land the village was settled on cared so little for it that he never even supervised it. It barely had fifty people living in it at any given time, and it produced nothing worthwhile nor attractive. It was well known for housing mostly old people because the youth had left the village seeking better opportunities elsewhere.

Or at least, that's what most people around the country thought.

For you see, once upon a time, that was the case, but it's certainly not today... about fifty years ago, things changed.

It was subtle at first. An orphan boy showed up, was taken in by the village chief. That boy was, as they said, unusually cute. Unbelievably so, some would say. Some thought he must've been an abandoned noble son. They were... kind of correct, in that they were indeed in the presence of aristocracy, just, not human aristocracy.

They welcomed the Prince of Succubi, Malon, into their midst, into their village. For their kindness and their charity, they were shown mercy in turn, when Malon's brethren came. The village would never be the same, and the villagers never could've expected that the boy they allowed into their midst, whom they fed and clothed and supported, would bring such changes with him.

Fifty years down the line, the village was unrecognizable from its sleepy past, where it was slowly heading towards abandonment and death...

From being populated exclusively by retirees, older folks and the occasional young child, numbering no more than fifty, now it boasted a population of nearly seven hundred, and was perhaps the premier destination for the country's nobility and the richest merchants and travelers. A seemingly forgotten village, in the middle of the wilderness that had once been luscious forests, with nothing to offer, had become a hub of activity.

And how, pray tell, had it happened?

Well, Malon had brought all of his brethren to the village and essentially taken over it to turn it into a succubus village, hidden, remote and secret. Though the original villagers that had welcomed him so long ago had long since passed, Malon and his fellow Succubi had made sure that they passed on with great smiles on their faces, sure that their village would not become a forgotten ruin.

Also made sure they enjoyed every day that they lived until their last.

How do I know all of this, you may ask?

Well... it's because my father was the son of the village chief that welcomed Malon into this village, and my father before me was the village chief, and now the title has fallen to me. My name is William, Will to my friends, and I am the Village Chief of the Hidden Succubus Village. Now, you might be asking, why is Malon, Succubus Prince, the chief, and instead, that job is delegated to a human?

Because the Succubi have less than zero interest in doing any of the actual hard work of running a village, no, instead, their only objective in life seems to be to make sure that I keep working hard instead. No, not hard as in putting in a lot of effort, I mean hard as in even now as I am writing down reports that the royal tax collector will be looking upon regarding our finances, the so called Prince was between my legs, sucking my cock and desperately trying to make me acknowledge him.

The Prince was cute, I couldn't deny that. Long teal hair pulled back into a messy ponytail, bright yellow eyes, a slim physique that had a pronounced flare to his hips, a remarkably feminine build despite the dangling wiener between his legs. Dressed in the strange garb of the succubi, skintight cloth that seemed like it was painted onto his skin, crouching before me, legs spread, one gloved hand on each of my thighs, head bobbing up and down, making plenty of noise, as he sucked, swallowed, slurped and moaned openly, being as much of a distraction as he could be.

Malon had a nasty and naughty habit of wanting to interrupt my work whenever I was doing accounting, never lost an opportunity to try to disrupt me.

What he didn't know was that I had finished my work before he even came in, as I had done it in secret, while he was busy out there doing his own things... and so currently, I was pretending not to care about what he was doing, while enjoying one of the few perks and rewards that came with living in this town.

The hidden village was... a strange place to most. Some would be shocked to learn that it was populated almost entirely by succubi. Six hundred and thirty, in fact, and each and every single one of them was some flavor of slut, slag, harlot, slattern, whatever you may call them. The town had been transformed into their home, and a deal had been struck with the Kingdom surrounding us... they allowed us to remain here without giving us any shit about it, and in turn, we pay taxes. 

Originally, before my father took over from my grandfather, the Succubi in the village didn't actually sell their services, they instead took the act itself as payment... Succubi fed from humans by having sex with them and extracting their vital essence through it, an act that sounds scary at first, but really isn't so bad as long as the Succubus doesn't actually intend to drain you to death. 

The overly feminine man between my legs could quite literally suck your soul out through your dick, if he tried, but it didn't exactly take super long for the Succubi to realize that this was simply not a sustainable survival method, so with their mouths, their hands, and their asses, the Succubi made this, my village, into what was essentially a semen farm.

That wasn't enough though, and I hissed as Malon redoubled his efforts, one of his gloved hands moving from my thigh to my balls, caressing them with his fingers and his palm, squeezing very lightly, sending a pleasurable sensation into my brain. 

I clenched my pen on my hand hard and grit my teeth. The smug and satisfied little bitch between my legs seemed to take it as a challenge to go even harder, now making double the noise as he slurped and sucked while swallowing me deeper, taking me down the back of his throat and swooping lower and lower until he was kissing a ring around the base of my cock, my breathing hitched and I could feel the build up of pleasure.

The clincher was when he began to vibrate his throat, making a muffled humming noise as his internal muscles seemed to vibrate along my length and tip, giving me a ridiculously extreme sensation... his entire species was naturally good at sex, and they'd had half a century to hone their abilities by having nonstop sex in this village... A naturally talented cocksucker that had honed their craft into absolute mastery, was it really any wonder that I had to hold onto my sanity with every fiber of my being when he got serious?

It wasn't enough.

I couldn't ever resist him when he got it in his mind to make me cum... so I did, I relaxed, let go of my tightened up muscles and let the building wave of pleasure wash over me. It was staggering and almost scary how potent the orgasm that coursed through me was, and it's only the fact that I'm used to it now that let me hold it together as the crashing force of the pleasure tore through me.

It felt like my body was on fire for a good few moments, consuming my thoughts into nothing and leaving only the ashes of my previous thoughts, the powerful suction from Malon's mouth making it feel like he was draining my semen straight from my balls, straight into his greedy mouth and stomach and filling himself up with a nice and thick helping of vitality-carrying cum.

With a popping noise, he pulled back and let my dick, clean of all cum, and let out a sigh of satisfaction. As he did, I could see that his own dick was as hard as a rock. It was sometimes hard to remember that he was indeed a he, being cuter than every woman I've ever met, by a quite large margin. 

"You little..." I muttered, sighing, then laughing. "Got you this time - I actually finished my work before you came in, you didn't disrupt me at all!"

His face turned from smug to shock, and then anger. "What the- why you!" he shouted, pointing a finger up at me accusingly, "you tricked me! If you'd told me- if I'd known you were done!" he hissed, pushing me on my chair back, demonstrating strength far outclassing his thin and feminine frame, allowing him to step out from under my desk and stand up, poking my chest with a slim gloved finger. 

"What then?"

"I would've skipped the blowjob!" Malon said, turning around and grabbing his nice and fat ass, spreading his cheeks. My cock hadn't gone soft at all... I'm a third generation village chief, and I have certain advantages over most others. In the manor that was constructed to house the village chief when we became a wealthy village, I've been attended to by succubi all my life, they've raised me, fed me and trained me all my life. Unlike my father, already a young boy when the Succubi came, I had essentially been raised from birth to fulfill my role as the caretaker of this village.

I never chose this. I'm stuck with this role.

But I don't think I can find myself minding that at all, as I stood from my chair and put my hands on the Prince, pushing him forward, pressing his dick between the soft skin of his tummy and the hard wood of my desk, as I put my own cock between his fat cheeks. This ass is the greatest in the village, and I've seen wealthy merchants spend veritable fortunes just for a lap dance from the slutty whore that was grinding onto my cock.

He sighed in pleasure as he almost melted into me. 

This is a perk, I admit. I love this sensation. This feeling. Though we are few, there are still humans in this village, because we are needed, wanted, loved and desired. Though of course we alone cannot feed succubi twenty times our number, we're necessary for a number of things. 

I put the tip of my dick in place, rubbing against the tight yet yielding ring of muscle that was his anus, then began pushing in. Despite looking like humans, the Succubi ultimately weren't human at all. They had different priorities, they thought differently, they didn't value the things we did... They needed us. They needed humans.

I panted and growled as I forced even more of my cock into the insanely tight asspussy that accepted all of my length, yet gave me delicious friction and resistance. He wasn't rejecting me, he was molding himself to me, he was using his inhuman abilities to make the sex even better... this is the most expensive ass in the world, worth a King's Ransom and then some, and yet I got to fuck it for free.

I grabbed his hips and his thighs, he was a head shorter than me and his shoulders were narrower than mine but down here, down here he was positively fat, soft and so wonderful, I was pounding him like a raging beast, I grabbed the back of his head by his teal ponytail and turned his face to mine, then I captured his lips, sticking my tongue into his mouth and licked everything, then his tongue responded and we danced together for a good few minutes.

Our kiss broke and I stared into his eyes.

"You guys outdid yourselves," I half whispered.

They had. Our monthly revenue was soaring.

I didn't just run the accounting and occasionally provide a couple meals, so to speak. I also took care of the mental wellbeing of the succubi, which included instituting limits on how much they worked, when they worked, scheduled their breaks, their holidays and even the time they got to spend with their loved ones.

Left to their own devices, Succubi will simply gorge on human sexual energy not realizing that what would fill the hole in their hearts would be emotional connections. Malon hadn't really understood it himself until he formed a parental bond for the first time with my grandfather.

"We can have the festival after all," I said, giving him a smile.

"A-Amashin~ Ev'rywan'll be sho, sho 'appy~" he responded, his tongue sticking out. He cared for his people... he just hadn't really understood how to help them.

I caressed his body along his side, my hand tracing a path up his soft and smooth skin and the strange skintight clothing he wore, then I cupped his face and kissed him again, more softly this time. As their caretaker, I gave the Succubi what they didn't get from the clients they serviced... I gave them love and affection.

I was raised to view them all as my family, after all... That is why I've become the village chief and why I'm organizing everything for them. Looking after them is the mission that's been passed down my family for three generations. We took them in, and now, we'll care for them, as we promised to do fifty years ago... because we love doing it.

I pounded the tight ass that had enthralled me so and then when I reached my limit, I exploded within, caring little about the fact that as I fucked him into my desk, Malon squirted his own seed all over the papers on my desk... cleaning semen up was easy for the succubi after all, they did it a lot.

My name is William, I'm stuck managing the hidden village of femboy succubi, and it's pretty sweet.