RUINS & RESTRAINTS: A chain of forbidden heat

DIARA's POV It was a cold, freezing winter. While everyone possibly laid in bed wrapped in thick blankets, I sat in the bathtub. Back arched, brows furrowed, sweatbeads dripping from my forehead to chin. I bit my lip trying to suppress the crazy moan about to slip out of my mouth. “F*ck!” Grinding my swollen pu$$y against the cold ceramic tub. My fingers already numb from rubbing my c**t. It was becoming torturous. For the nth time today, I dipped three fingers inside myself, moving them at a maddening pace that almost made me cry. I was so f*****g horny. And my sister who was getting screwed in the next room by her new boyfriend, was making it more unbearable. Her moans, her screams and the way I could hear skin slapping against each other made me grip the bathtub shakily. I was cooked. I just knew it. Because it was neverending. After climaxing, I slowly pulled out my fingers dripping with c*m and rinsed them. I couldn't continue like this. I needed something real, to fill my sore empty hole and make me roll my eyes in satisfaction. ********** Who am i? My name is Diara. A lady who was living a normal life like every normal person before turning twenty-one. My twin sister and I lost our parents in a car crash at the age of sixteen. Since then, we only had each other to rely on just to survive. Working multiple part-time jobs to school, till we graduated and bought this apartment. Our twenty years birthday was just a private celebration between us. Promising to love each other through thick and thin. That night as we laid in her bed together, I felt my body heat rising, a strange surge inside of me, something I couldn't name, a new life sprouting like a flower under my skin. I quickly woke Mariah, to tell her I wasn't okay, only to see her sitting on the floor, her arms wrapped around her body. Little horns had grown on her head. Blinking my eyes repeatedly, I was sure it wasn't some sort of costume. I slowly reached out to touch it. “Ahhhh!”. She screamed, backing towards the door. That was when I noticed it. A long fluffy black tail and wings had grown behind her too. Heart pounding in fear, I clearly recalled. A s…succubus! I once read about them in a novel my desk mate gave me in college. I turned towards the mirror by the wall, and as guessed, I was standing in the same form too. Of course we were twins. We are succubus and our parents never told us before their demise. Since that day, life had not been the same. Every two weeks, we'd go on heat. Not the normal heat people go through. One that wrecked the body, mind and soul. We used toys for pleasure. But at some point, everything became unbearable that I once passed out due to extreme body heat. ************ As I walked back to my room, a thought crossed my mind. Maybe it was the right time to go talk to Steven. I picked up my phone from the nightstand and checked his location. He was at the five star club two miles away from here. The club was buzzing with noise and blasting music when I entered. Everywhere reeking of smoke and alcohol. Familiar figures sat on the couch at the other end of the other table. Walking towards them, my body froze. Steven, holding a glass of liquor was passionately kissing a frail looking girl sitting beside him. Her legs wide open, his hand making it's way to her exposed thigh. They were so engrossed that he failed to notice me standing in front of him. “You bastard!”. I clenched my fist, surpressing the urge to rip them apart. He slowly pulled away, leaving a string of saliva that connected their mouths together. A disgusting sight to witness. I pulled his sleeve, dragging him outside. “How dare you cheat on me?” “I don't remember me telling you I'll always stick to one woman, Diara”. His words hit me, calm and unbothered. “I'm sick of your nonsense. The last time I fingered you and was so turned on, you started to grow some scary horn like a damn devil. It was so scary. I can't do this anymore. I need a normal human to pleasure me”. He continued, every word hitting me in the face one after the other. This was the only person who knew about my true form. A form that even I am yet to accept myself. He had made a promise that night he saw the real me, that he would never use it against me or tell the world. He said I was beautiful this way and didn't need to hide myself. But since that day, he has never initiated any form of intimacy between us. If I tried seducing him, he would avoid my contact, saying he was still trying to get used to what he saw the other day. I should have guessed. “Y…you're breaking up with me?”. My voice barely above a whisper. “You should be thankful I'm not making a report about some strange creature that clings to me”. He replied. “Good…very good”. I yanked the bracelet I once took from his room off my wrist, the beads making clinking sounds as it scattered. “Then let's never see each other again”. My vision blurred with tears I tried to hide as I turned and walked away. I was on the verge of collapsing. Barely holding myself together. Stepping inside the bar close to the club, I ordered several bottles of alcohol. I wanted to drink myself to stupor. To numb the ache spreading in my chest, but I didn't even have the appetite to drink. Cold wind blew in from the window, hitting my exposed collarbone. I was putting on a simple chiffon shirt and shorts, making my body fully exposed to the cold air. My body temperature started to rise. My n*****s hardened against my top and I had a terrible urge to touch myself on the spot. I had to leave. But getting a cab from here would be very difficult. I rushed towards the entrance, wanting to flee before my true form appeared in front of people. Before I rip off my c lothes and do something stupid. But right there, I bumped into something solid. “Hi, sister in-law”. A low seductive voice spoke.