[M4F] [First Debut] The Thief, The Succubus, & The Godmother
“Whaddya mean I don’t get 3 wishes?”
“It’s not a genie’s lamp, dipshit! And do I look like a fucking genie to you?” Lily bristled angrily, jabbing a crimson fingernail at the two equally crimson curved horns poking out from underneath her onyx locks, then at the serpentine tail stemming from just above her shapely buttocks that ended in a pointed heart. “So like I asked earlier, how’d you kill him? Nathaniel never would’ve sold me even if he didn’t plan on using me.” She accused in a mildly disgusted voice.
“I’m telling you, I didn’t kill the guy! Do I really seem like-“ My voice faltered as I thought back to the theft: me, sprinting down a staircase with the black lamp adorned with red trim in hand and a wizened, old man in hot pursuit. Just as I dashed out the front door, I heard a stumble, a terrified shriek, then a body tumbling down a flight of steps-
“…so you inadvertently snapped his neck. Pffftt” Lily’s eyes glowed with omniscience. With a sigh, she plopped down her naked, porcelain body onto my pullout sofa bed. A swell of mild derision filled me, but I somehow knew the emotion wasn’t mine. Looking over at her, the succubus’ expression was blatantly distasteful as she surveyed the small, dingy studio apartment we were now in. Noticing a small picture frame sitting on a lampstand, Lily took ahold of it, looking at the two similar looking males depicted, myself included. “This one’s a looker. Who’s this, your brother? What’s he up to? Oi, I’m talking to you bastardo.”
I ripped the portrait out of her hands and placed it on a surface away from her. “Nothing. He’s dead.” I muttered coldly, ignoring her when she responded with a scowl. Glancing back at her over my shoulder, I wasn’t exactly sure about the rules of ownership other than that a new owner would arise if their predecessor sold off the lamp, was murdered or died. Either way, I at least deserved to put her abilities to use once. “Alright, if you’re a succubus, then you can help get me laid. Come on, let’s go walk around, I’ll pick out a girl and-”
Annoyance surged in my gut. But I knew it wasn’t aimed at me, at least, not from her, but rather myself, from me. Lily’s eyes were despondent. “Look, Luca, was it? Actually…” One backstory later, Lily revealed that although she was a succubus, the occupation was taken seriously in Hell and well, she… hadn’t. And being one of Satan’s granddaughters, he hadn’t been particularly pleased upon discovering that Lily had been shirking from her duties for the better half of a century. As punishment, she’d been banished to Earth until she’d proven her worth as a succubus, with her powers severely diminished to make the endeavor extra challenging. “…so to be honest, I can’t do much more than make a woman more inclined to like you at my current power level.”
“More inclined? Meaning?”
She stretched her arms overhead then scratched a curved horn, the alabaster teardrops on her chest moving with her. “If a woman likes flowers, receiving flowers from you will improve her opinion of you much more than it would had someone else gave them to her. I can somewhat help you figure out what makes them… tick, but it’ll be up to you to utilize that information. But, if you do manage to sleep with her, she’ll become extremely devoted to you, prioritize your wishes and well-being over her own. I’ll get also stronger the more women you sleep with.”
I scowled, shuffling my hands through my messy brown hair, “So I still have to do 95% of the work?! Just my fucking luck: a succubus that can’t even get me some pussy. What a fucking joke.”
Rage exploded in my stomach. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, like I’m going pay any attention to the opinion of a thief too depressed over his dead brother to realize he lives like a cockroach in a shithole.” I reacted too slowly, the half-empty water bottle she’d thrown at my boyish, freckled face, the cold plastic colliding against my cheek. A red mark appeared over the same spot on hers. We sat in silence, underneath the dim flickering lightbulb as cars honked their way down the street below, me on a bar stool beside the 2-burner electric stovetop and her on the creaky sofa bed. The pit in my stomach could’ve easily fit two people and it probably did.
I started. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have said that. I’m just, frustrated. Nothing's been panning out recently. ”
“Yeah, same. I’m sorry about your brother. Shouldn't have thrown that bottle at you either. It’s just… been so long since I’ve been home. And I don't even think he cares.” Lily murmured softly, looking out the small, dusty window on her right before turning back to me. More silence, “I’ve got a couple of other powers though, not sure if they’re useful at all but I don’t mind showing them to you.”
Besides freely choosing to be imperceptible and intangible to anyone other than myself, Lily could phase through objects, but not carry other objects through solid barriers. Testing showed that she could scout completely undetected within a 50-meter radius from me and feed me information. If my wrists were tied behind my back, she could release me. She could hand me objects, but couldn't touch her own lamp no matter how hard she tried. She could interact with human beings, but stated that she had no interest in harming them or getting harmed. All in all, this initial test of Lily's abilities had gone quite well.
In the dead of the night, Lily quietly suggested that she could help set me up with a woman I found desirable, fall in love, perhaps build a new family to fill the hole in my heart. After that, I could sell her lamp to someone that was in a better position to fulfill her task and send her back home. An amicable split.
I thought about it, lying down beside her on the creaky, cramped mattress. A fresh start. Leave the past behind.
And then I rolled over, saw the portrait looking back at me, and thought of something else.
TWO DAYS LATER
I woke up, had breakfast, showered, shaved, applied a dab of my favorite cologne that smelled of sandalwood and sea salt breeze, then threw on a pair of jeans, a T-shirt and a cotton hoodie: ordinary civilian clothing so as to not stand out. As I wrestled a comb through my curly, auburn locks, Lily phased between two outfits, the first of which composed of a ruby choker necklace, a punk rock band T-shirt, ultra-short black jean shorts that showed more than they covered, fishnet stockings and black boots to a crop top that tied in the front and a long skirt with a side slit coupled with boots. “Hey, what do you think? My sister saw a guy who really liked the goth getup and I kinda picked up on it, but maybe it’s time for a change?” She swiveled from side to side, examining her reflection in the bathroom mirror before switching into the second: a revealing crop top, a light jacket over it, a skirt sporting a side slit and simple black heels with straps.
“If no one can see you, what’s the point?”
“I wear it for me, dumbass. Besides, men drooling over me doesn’t help me get back home.” Switching back to the goth outfit once again, Lily then decided to go with the alternative and blew herself a kiss in the mirror, before vanishing where she stood.
After leaving the building, I took the bus, then walked several blocks to a small coffee shop. After ordering an almond latte, I sat down at a small table outside, sipping from it while surveying a café across the street. Eventually, Lily materialized before me, though no one around me noticed her appearance. “What are you doing?”
I pointed at the café. “A L’anello capo eats there regularly. I’m going to ask to join.”
L’anello. L’anello. Naples’ most notable gang. They had hands in everything, from restaurants, bars, venues and hotels to drug trafficking, gambling, extortion and prostitution. Over 80% of its members were female; L’anello’s boss held the belief that men’s egos ultimately fed into brazen overconfidence and subsequently failure. Men were also more easily swayed, more prone to divulging secrets, more susceptible to a fatal slip of the tongue, especially in the company of a beautiful woman. As such, although L’anello employed males as foot soldiers among its ranks, almost all of its caporegimes were women. And gorgeous women, regardless of how old they were.
Lily laughed, loudly when I finished explaining my plan. “That’s your plan? Infiltrate L’anello as a grunt, then fuck your way to the top until the Boss is your drooling cocksleeve, then change their policies as the top dog? You know how unbelievably retarded that sounds, right? If they find out your true motives, suspect you’re a traitor by even the slightest margin, they’re gonna pull your guts out and feed your cock to the dogs.” When I declined to respond, instead focusing on tying my shoelaces, Lily folded her arms across her chest, “And what if I refuse to help you because it’s too dangerous, make you do everything on your own without my help?”
I shrugged. “Don’t then, but you saw where I buried your lamp, right?” Lily’s lips pulled into a grimace, knowing that yesterday I’d buried her antique 4 feet beneath the ground, 2 miles off a lone countryside highway in spite of her verbal protests. “If I die, who knows when someone will come across your lamp again? A year? 10 years? 50? 100? Longer? It’s an awful long time to be cooped up, waiting for someone to rescue you. You might even go insane.” My voice remained eerily, yet resolutely calm as I studied the various pedestrians entering and exiting the establishment.
Silence, the table suddenly rattled on its legs, though no one but me could’ve known that Lily had slammed her fist against the surface. “You know what you could end up doing, right? Sell drugs to teenagers. Fight members of rival gangs. Pimp out their whores. Shoot. Kill. They might even kick, punch and beat the hell out of you just fun and there’d be nothing you could do but smile and ask for more.”
I didn’t respond, then walked across the street and entered the café, asking the hostess at the stand for an audience with Isabella Giovanna, the capo that ran this town, as I wanted to join L’anello. Lily hissed into my ear, unseen and unheard by everyone but me. Why the hell are you doing this?”
As the hostess left to forward my request to the capo, I turned towards Lily, my grassy green eyes decorated with flecks of amber brimming with resolution. “Because my brother overdosed on their shit. And they will pay for it.”
TLDR: Luca (a thief) and Lily (a succubus) team up. Lily’s goal is to secure a male host that she can help seduce and fuck as many women, proving her aptitude as a succubus so she can return to hell. Luca’s goal is to get revenge against L’anello, the mafia that caused his brother to overdose on a drug they traffic by infiltrating the mafia and sleeping his way up to the top until they’re all subservient to him, at which point he’ll reform their policies. It's noted that emotions from one bleed over onto the other, though they can't read each other's minds.
I won’t lie, this is a daunting mafia & harem project. This story will have extensive plot elements intertwined with equally extensive smut scenes. You will have a GM-role with Lily as your main character, balancing several other prominent female characters when necessary. As this prompt has revenge and violent themes, I am not opposed to people dying in this roleplay, albeit not in grotesque ways. I'm fine with my character being injured, bruised, beaten down, given a broken nose, but any injuries that would prevent my character from continuing such as multiple bullet shots to the gut should be avoided.
Setup and how this plays out: Inside the café will be Isabella Giovanna, the capo, and her four female underlings. Once Luca asks to join L’anello, Isabella will give him a series of tasks to perform in order to determine his aptitude, each of them overseen by a different underling. Some examples I have in mind would be extorting a protection fee out of a bar owner, bodyguarding L’anello’s newest batch of prostitutes, turf disputes with another rival gang, helping move drugs/cocaine through various checkpoints undetected, overseeing the operations of a dance club. Luca must figure out how to use his own skills in addition to Lily’s to navigate through these challenges in order to get accepted into L'anello while also figuring out how to sleep with them, eventually moving his way up.
I have several ideas for what types of personalities, appearances and skills Isabella and her underlings could have, but seeing as the main plot revolves around Luca being able to approach, flirt, seduce and bed these women, the best ways should be up to you WITHOUT YOU TELLING ME. Of course, you're free to set up situations for me to figure out or drop me hints with Lily, but it'd be a lot more fun if I could navigate this as a puzzle. While I don’t object to one of these women experiencing a non-con to a dub-con scene through trickery or blatant rape, part of the challenge in this prompt should be Luca figuring out each woman’s buttons and pushing on them appropriately until he can bed them. The following are some brief character personality outlines that I made myself, though everything is subject to change:
Isabella Giovanna >!Righteous, determined, brutal if necessary. As Capo and the eldest, she’s fully aware of the power women hold over men when utilizing their sexuality to the utmost.!<
Team Member A >!Somber, no nonsense attitude, secretly bitter, highly dedicated toward Isabella and following through on her orders. Could be considered Isabella’s right hand woman.!<
Team Member B >!Childish, boisterous, fiercely loyal, overly emotional, casual disregard for violence and mayhem. The first person in the group to pull a trigger.!<
Team Member C >!Caring, friendly, but easily enraged. Perhaps self-conscious about her own body. Close friends with D, with a smaller chest.!<
Team Member D >!Overtly sexual, easy going, likes to tease, and confident in her own appearance, blatantly dresses provocatively to illicit a response out of men !<
Although we can expand toward L’anello’s other capos and members, starting with these 5 is the most prudent in my opinion. It's understandable that Luca could get friendly with L'anello prostitutes, perhaps use their services for himself, but sleeping with these women will be purely if we want to take a smutty detour and shouldn't be considered a stepping stone toward his ultimate goal of bedding the Boss/Godmother.
Posted Feb 8, 2020, 7:39 PM UTC