Waylaid
Part one of two

Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)
Commissioned by Rakarra

Mezzoris smirked as she set down alongside the road. The tall, buxom dragoness could not hide that her “assets” drew the eye first, but they were one of the many things that made her as successful a succubus as she was. With a thick mane of dark blue hair spilling down the back of her neck, she presented herself as female most of the time as it suited her, though there were some dangerous parts where it was easier to dress down and present as male. As long as she knew who she was, Mezzoris did not care too much for societal norms in the kingdom she roamed.

Her midnight blue scales had darkened over time, turning towards a shade that was closer to black, though that could have been partly her mood over the years. Softer, finer scales added definition over her breasts, running down to her belly and crotch in a like shade, just a little lighter than they had been before. Succubi were often prone to changes in line with the path their lives took, although being immortal came with a toll too. It was only right that, one way or the other, their bodies showed it.

Above her, clouds swirled, a long cloak draped from her shoulders that came down over her ankles, though it was not fully fastened at the front. It fluttered and drifted on the wind that toyed with it, revealing that she was wearing very little underneath. Her attire was something like a leather harness that crisscrossed her torso, across her stomach, in the overseas fashion: a design the merchants had brought over to the land in which they lived. Her undergarments appeared the same, revealing her muscular yet feminine thighs, but were lined on the inside so leather would not uncomfortably rub against her sex. Fine gems were set into the attire too, which could have been seen as her wearing flexible, leather armour or simply something more appropriate for a brothel.

It depended on who was looking at her and Mezzoris had never cared for small-minded opinions. 

The storm was coming in and she had laid her trap effectively: a broken-down cart with a slew of goods spilling from it. As a succubus, of course, she had to lure in victims and she had considered setting up a position on the route between towns to take a willing victim for her pleasure and feeding for some time. They most likely wouldn’t entertain her for too long, although she still needed to hunt and feed on the sexual appetites of those who would lie with her.

The dragoness, however…didn’t always hunt effectively. It felt like it was too much effort to find ones that wanted to be used by her in those days. Every one since the gryphoness had disappointed her and she just had not had the same sense of being at peace with any other victims.

That was wrong. Mezzoris’ smirk became a little more fixed in place, though she didn’t let her expression change. There wasn’t anyone who really was like the gryphoness, her name holding a sacred place in her memory, and that was just why Mezzoris had struggled to find someone who would suit her needs since then.

It’s been years, too many years…

She sighed, her wings shuffling on her back, bare toes curling into the sandy, silty soil. To the North, mountains rose, offering a less than appealing canyon that travellers traversed to get to where they needed to go. Without having a direction in mind whenever she set off, Mezzoris had never really felt the same. Without her gryphoness, the sweetheart she’d kept by her side for year upon year, right up to the end of her natural lifespan, the dragon succubus was lost like a compass that spun and spun without ever pointing in any fixed direction.

I’ll feel better after I have fed, she told herself, her tail swinging back and forth lightly, though she would have rather had it plunged into a partner. And then everyone will be satisfied.

That was something, at least. Mezzoris had never been one to take unwilling victims: it tainted the quality of the sexual energy. Even though she had never experienced that for herself, she’d felt it when someone else had been taken against her will in the nearby vicinity. She’d taken care of that and secured their wellbeing – but, of course, she’d been chased out of that town too once they’d realised she was a succubus.

Waiting at the side of the road, the dragon shook herself, warm need pooling between her thighs. Waiting was the worst bit, though Mezzoris could not have known she’d find one she didn’t need to wait on that day.

“These are my hunting grounds, succubus.”

She perked up at that, standing again with her tail curling back and forth. Although she’d sensed the incubus’ energy, she hadn’t thought him worth paying attention too. He may well have just been passing by, although the melanistic leopard’s eyes locked on to hers.

Mezzoris let the wind pick up her hair from her neck, playing it around her horns. Her cloak fluttered and the feline’s eyes dropped to her body. Typical for an incubus, though she admired him too. He was similarly dressed in a long cloak to brush off the chill of the change in weather, but definitely appeared to be wearing long trousers and boots. That was disappointing.  

“And yet you’re the one who was drawn into my trap, incubus,” she purred, her tongue flicking out to tickle the side of her muzzle. “Perhaps today you are the prey and I am the huntress.”

The leopard licked his lips and shook his head, although his lips twitched.

“Oh, I may not mind being prey to a dragon,” he breathed, stalking up to her with his black tail curling back and forth behind him, the darker rosettes showing through his fur. “I am Irek. Tell me, are you hungry?”

Mezzoris smiled, her head tilted. An incubus as a partner was an interesting idea and she had not come across one of her supernatural kind for quite some time. If there was someone who could go toe to toe with her in lust and need, however, perhaps he would do what she needed for some time.

Either way, sex with an incubus would be spectacular.

“I go by Mezzoris in these lands. And I could indulge,” she murmured, letting him come close enough to cup her face and finding herself leaning into his hand against all odds. “Mmmm… Perhaps somewhere out of this wind.”

She didn’t mind the weather, of course, and had enjoyed many mind-blowing sexual escapades in the pouring rain before, though being comfortable too was a pleasure. So, she followed the lure of passion all over again, curling her tail around his waist to draw him back behind her staged broken-down cart and the rocky outcrops further back. There, her tent was set up – a tall one with more than enough room with one of her greater height and stature to move around in, though it had been strained on more than a few occasions with how vigorous she was in riding her partners.

Oh, but his hands just felt so good on her as he purred and licked his lips, his tongue swiping out in a pink lash against the side of his muzzle. Even that little look was intoxicating and she inhaled deeply, her eyes tracking the movement of his tongue.

That tongue would be amazing between her thighs, sweeping up between the folds of her pussy. But that was a benefit, of course, of being with an incubus.

No one would know her sexual desires like that, even if he would not have his approach fine-tuned, of course, to her needs.

Together, they backed up into her tent, though it was Mezzoris who took control. The leopard’s tail lashed back and forth and he purred against her, though, to all appearances, he just looked like a normal cat. He was so much more than that, however, as sexual energy thrummed around him, as if it was a tangible force hanging in the air.

For creatures like them, life was about passion, as well as feeding. Her tent was laid out with plush cushions and rugs to more than cover the floor, though she’d rolled out an imported mat too, which was woven from the fibres of a plant that grew overseas. There would be no cold, hard ground under them as they toppled backwards in a tangle of limbs, hungry lips reaching for one another.

“Oh, Satan, I’ve missed this…”

Irek growled against her throat as his tongue lashed her scales, though there was no holding back for them. He ripped off her clothes and snapped the clasp of her cloak at her throat, though Mezzoris only gave him a throaty cry in turn.

“Yes, honey, show me what you’ve got…”

After all, the moment was about pleasure and pleasure alone, though she needed to feel another warm body against hers. His words roused curiosity in her, though the dragoness was just as eager as him.

Neither the dragon nor the leopard was the prey they’d each respectively sought that day, but they would do more than well enough for one another as their lusts flared. Simmering and tangling with one another, their sexual energies blended as they clawed at each other’s clothing. 

There was little to tear off Mezzoris, as she’d intended, but Irek skilfully unknotted the ties on both of her hips to slip the leather garments loose. He trailed his claws briefly over the softer padding on the inside, although that was not Irek’s focus.

He growled and rolled with the dragon, letting her straddle his hips as his cock rose to attention. It had the impression of feline barbs on it, though they were softer than they could have been if they had been traditional, with no sharp bite behind them in the slightest. No, those barbs were designed for pleasure alone and gently ringed the head, hinting at all Mezzoris could glean from it.

She helped him work her bra off, though her heart pounded. There was something different about Irek that she couldn’t put her finger on, but there was not much she needed to consider in a moment like that.

It was about thrusting everything else aside, ignoring the wind that howled out there, picking up with their shifting, writhing energies. As her bra fell away, exposing her large, soft breasts, the leopard growled and locked his lips around a nipple.

“Ah, yessss…” Mezzoris hissed. “You know exactly what to do there.”

He grunted an affirmative, though continued his assault on her nipple, lashing it with his tongue. As she did, he fine-tuned his actions in line with the reactions of her body, though, with incubi and succubi, they could feel the lust and intentions of a partner a moment before it came to be. It was one of the things that made them as good at feeding on sexual energy as they were.

She moaned, arching up against him as his fingers found her pussy, sliding two digits into her wet sex. Her pussy clung to him as he fingered her, though the incubus needed to do little more to get one such as the dragoness ready.

She brushed her fingers over his head, scratching behind his ear, and he squirmed. Yet even in the dimmer light of her tent, with the late afternoon light filtering through the orange and red outer layer, she caught the shifting patterns on him. Her scales glowed sometimes, when she was in the midst of passion, but his rosettes that denoted his leopard heritage shifted every time her eyes locked on to him.

Irek panted, his hot breath washing over her breast as he broke free from her nipple. He needed the dragoness more than he could have imagined and there was nothing strange about how they had leapt into sex. That was the way of their kind, after all, even though the pace was quick and she rolled, sitting astride him again as they shifted positions.

“Mmmm, you are divine…”

The dragoness above him slid back a little so the spire of his cock rose before her crotch, her back arched so she could tease his dick with the slickness of her pussy. There needed to be no more foreplay than that as Mezzoris lifted her hips enough to present the lightly tapered head of his cock to her pussy – and sank on top of it.

“Ohhhh!”

Their moans rose and they could have climaxed right then and there – but they’d both hold out a little longer. They were in the business of pleasure, regardless of how the wider world saw them, and both adored passion. After all, they could have brought their mortal partners to climax and done no more than that and still fed more than well. Yet they typically spent hour upon hour, if not days, with their chosen partners – if they were willing too – drawing out nuances of pleasure to blow their minds.

Irek told himself he was only doing it so he could feed, but there was something intoxicating about the dragoness. Maybe it was coming up against one of his own kind, though the heat of her pussy wrapped around his cock matched his power and energy.

She was greater than a mortal and he needed to accept that, his hands finding her hips as the dragoness bucked and ground on his cock. Irek’s jaw fell slack, greedily eyeing up her tits as she pinned him with the weight of her body and mounted his dick with raw, unbridled confidence.

“I never thought one like you could be this sexy,” he growled. “Mmm… So much…energy…”

He moaned and tipped his head back, eyelashes fluttering, though it would have taken a lot more than that to get him to lose control. No, Irek wanted to keep his eyes locked on to the dragoness’ curvaceous body. Even though her waist was slim and tucked in, her hips expanded to frame thick thighs, the muscle of her legs helping her close around him.

Mezzoris barely rose as she rode him, grinding on to his cock with their pleasure in mind simultaneously. Her wings flared, one scraping against the outer protective layer of the tent, though that was painted with an oil that prevented it from letting in the wet. She had no care as she let everything go, a hint of fire flickering in the back of her throat.

Why did riding his dick feel like she was alive? Her scales tingled like it was the first time she was having sex and Mezzoris slowed for a moment, blinking. It felt sluggish, all of a sudden, too much sexual empowerment rising against hers, though not in challenge.

Irek snarled passionately and grabbed her hips more tightly, rolling her to the bottom as her head rested on a pillow. Of course, one of her horns jabbed into it, though that was an occupational hazard of having them. Mezzoris arched up to his touch as he scooped both of his hands under her buttocks and hitched her up as he knelt there.

“Yes…” She hissed. “Get that cock deep!”

But the dragon didn’t have to instruct an incubus, not as her tongue flickered out and she moaned. Her tail snaked tightly around his waist as the tip whipped around to slap his ass, though Irek was more than okay with that. He growled as he bowed passionately over her, dipping his lips reverently to her chest, though it was only sinful praise that would ever come from either of their lips.

He kissed her breasts passionately as they bounced against his face, though the incubus would get the chance to have his muzzle enveloped by them too. Yet all he could think about in the moment was the rising throb of pleasure, how the succubus’ pussy gripped his cock, rippling and pulling desperately around him. Mezzoris could have achieved orgasm at any time and yet both of them were there for the ride, the raw, unadulterated passion of it all.

“Mmmm…”

He hummed contentedly, whiskers quivering as he fucked her. His cock slammed into her, though there was no true force behind his thrusts, not even as he caught her nipple between his teeth and gently tugged it out. Pain could have been a part of passion too, although that was not to be the case between them: not to any extent more than a fleeting burn of lust.

She squeezed her tail around him as he ground into her, the barbs catching and raking through her pussy in all the right ways. Her heart sung and, for once, she finally felt like there was something there, something warming her through.

“Yes… More…” Mezzoris growled, her tail tightening, refusing to release what she had “captured” even if it was both of them who had caught the other. “This feels…”

Yet even the dragon could not quite vocalise what she felt, not as her chest heaved and she arched up to him just to get even more sensation. Greed flowed through her – but wasn’t that her right, to hunger for it? She could lust for what she didn’t need, regardless of how she felt, and the succubus moaned like a whore as he fucked her.

His cock powered into her, stroke after stroke. Strands of her essence clung to his cock whenever he pulled out, though Irek did not pull out all the way, the head of his dick remaining inside her pussy. Yet they could not push away the lure of orgasm for all that much longer, Mezzoris’ breath hitching deviously as she ground into his lap, relishing in the moment.

It was like nothing she’d experienced since… Well, she didn’t want her thoughts to go there, not in that moment. As he slammed in crudely, his balls bouncing off her buttocks as he drove deep, she shuddered in climax, twitches and muscular contractions running through her.

“Ahhhh!”

She cried out, jaws parted, higher-pitched than would have been normal for her. Yet Mezzoris didn’t care, couldn’t care, not as she fed on all the sexual energy in the air. His orgasm was there – she could taste it. Yet it was her own that distracted her in that moment, his cock ramming into her while the feline lapped over her breasts, pulling back slightly even as his shoulders rounded.

For Irek gasped, his body absorbing the might of her orgasm, though it was something they shared in. His tail quivered, lightly fluffed up as if he had been caught off-guard, though that was something the dragon would tease him about later. Need swelled through him, rising over the dam and flooding forth, spilling his seed in short, sharp thrusts into her tightly gripping pussy.

His cry mingled with hers as they shared in the moment, letting the heat of orgasm wash they away. And yet they were both more than strong enough to hold one another fast, his muscles bunching and tightening as he held on to her, warm breath licking her scales where his tongue could not reach.

Dimly, Mezzoris came around to the dark silhouette of the leopard cutting across the backdrop of her tent. Yet he was not framed with light as if he had taken on a holy aura but glowing with the sins of the underworld. She hissed through her teeth, his cock hard within her and twitching. Just to see what Irek would do, she squeezed around it, admiring just how round and defined the muscle in his shoulders was. Anthros with fur rather than scales often had such definition hidden, though that was most certainly not the case for Irek.

“I know you a little more now,” she said, though their interlude could have been purely sexual and only that. “Come, dark one. Let me see that you know me too.”

Irek’s chest heaved, but the feline allowed her to slide off his cock and take control. To his surprise, she eased down before him and encouraged the feline to lie back. That wasn’t an usual position for him. Irek was used to being on top, cradling his partner’s face as he thrust, taking that power and control comfortably into his hands.

And yet a succubus didn’t fall under the lure of his control like a mere mortal did and, for the first time, the true stirrings of excitement fluttered under the surface of his being. They twisted and wove through his sexual energies, which he could see, if he dropped into his sense of power, hazing around him like a translucent cloud. 

She sank before him, her large breasts easily sliding down on either side of his member, which, of course, stayed hard. What good would an incubus be if they were not hard and ready to go at a moment’s notice? Yet she purred as she suckled on the head of his cock, squeezing the length between her tits while Mezzoris lavished attention on the tip.

“Oh, fuck…”

Irek dug his claws into the soft blankets and pillows, unwittingly shredding them in his desire. The softness of her tits, with those light scales, wrapped around him, his head exploding as he hissed and struggled to contain himself. He had to think clearly and yet Mezzoris made that deliciously more difficult than ever.

Her lips folded in a light suckle around the head of his cock, pulling it between her lips and playing her tongue over the head. It swept around as if she was trying to tease him and sleuth out where he was the most sensitive, however the succubus already knew that. With a shiver of curious delight, Irek knew she was teasing him.

“Mm… What a fortune to run into you when you were setting a trap…mmph…in my territory,” Irek forced out, his tail lashing back and forth while his mind drifted pleasantly. “Yet where your skill lies seems to be plentiful, my dear.”

Mezzoris looked up at him with a cheeky smirk, arching her back and rolling her body slightly, just so she could grind his cock up and down between her tits. Her tongue draped sensually from between her lips, dragging over the tip of his cock. With his claws digging into whatever was under him, poking holes, the feline let out a soft yowl.

“I sense you are one such as I,” she said softly, holding something back from the leopard. “There is a loss in you too.”

Irek stiffened and shook his head, though did not deny what Mezzoris already understood. Oh, that had been so long. He should have known better than to grow close to a mortal, where they had lifted his heart and his days had been made all the more wondrous for the fact of their presence. Yet mortals passed and incubi lived on, for their lifespan would continue unless they came to an untimelier end. Even then, it would take a lot more to kill one of them.

“I see…” He said, his voice barely above a whisper as pleasure licked at his body, the dragoness’ maw descending on his member again. “Show me… Show me all the passion you showed her.”

It was obvious in her aura who had been “lost” to Mezzoris, although Irek had to piece together things too, from what she said and what he felt in her energy. Yet they had found, in a way, kindred spirits in one another.

It was time to get to know who the other truly was.

The dragoness gulped around his cock, easily taking his huge member into her mouth. As his power flowed into it, she moaned, letting him expand and plump up, pushing deeper down her throat. That was no trouble to Mezzoris, of course, though she relished in the light strain in the corner of her jaw, even if it didn’t result in any pain to her. He must have made his cock smaller for travel and doing what he needed to appear mortal, though Mezzoris often did the same when it came to expanding her breasts and other part of her body.

It was the dragon’s breasts, however, that were one of her favourite parts of her body and she poured her sexual energy into them, using all she’d fed off in that first orgasm to power on. Her breasts warmed, filling out smoothly as the scales stretched over them, her nipples hard and drawing attention, even though he was not in any position to give her what she needed in that moment too. Still, Irek moaned as her breasts grew, softly squashing out further and further, pouring down against the base of his cock and his legs.

“Mmm… Your powers…” He blinked at her in wonder, a slow smirk pulling deviously at his lips. “You are more like me than I realised.”

He fed more energy into his cock, challenging the dragoness, yet he felt himself being slowly but surely pulled under her lure. She was as strong as him and sexually insatiable – that much was obvious. It rolled from her aura in deep, luxurious swathes that took his breath away, rousing his feline curiosity all over again.

Mezzoris was impossible to ignore as she deep throated his cock, ignoring the pull of roughness as she slammed her muzzle down, spittle flying from her jaws. The wind picked up outside, as if the weather itself was playing spectator to their frenzied lust, though the two creatures were right where they needed to be.

Knowing the other intimately as they put the pieces of each other together, they did what incubi and succubi did best.

Mezzoris pulled her muzzle from his cock with a slurp of saliva, tongue dangling from her muzzle and eyes wild with need. Of course, the dragoness had only just orgasmed – but where would the fun be if she didn’t get another from him? He drew her to him as if electrical energy crackled between them, reminding the dragon of how the air became charged when a storm was incoming.

Why did it make her feel so alive?

It wasn’t a question she needed answered at that time as he flipped her on to her belly, the dragoness only just managing to get one knee under her to catch herself. However, her knee sank into a soft cushion and there was not all that much stability to be found there for herself, not as her tail swung and he pressed up behind her. That thicker length of cock ground over her pussy and she moaned, her breasts large enough that her nipples brushed the soft blankets while she was fully up on all fours.

“Mmmph, show me what you’ve got then, incubus,” she growled, challenging him with a glint in her eye. “I can take anything you throw at me.”

Yet she could never have been prepared for the force with which he ground into her, energy sizzling and snapping as she gasped. Mezzoris rounded her shoulders and tucked her head down, though she didn’t have to do anything other than exhilarate in having another dominant being pounding her.

His hips slapped her ass with every stroke, though her tail jerked back and forth. She should have wound it around him, taken back some manner of control, yet Mezzoris wasn’t in her right mind at all. She moaned, her pupils dilating, tongue dangling wetly from her muzzle even as she drooled, as if she had suddenly lost even the capacity to close her mouth.

There was nothing more as he ravished her, the feline curving over her body as if in worship of her – though it would have most certainly been an unholy kind of worship, coming from an incubus. There was nothing pure about either of them and that was what slotted in the last piece of the puzzle for her, lustful moan after moan rolling from her lips. How could she not cry out in pleasure as his soft barbs stroked her inner walls? The tight friction of her cunny closing around him was no barrier at all to him, though their bodies were hardly designed for anything at all sexual to bring with it any kind of rise in pain.

It was lust and lust alone as the overpowering superiority – to mortals – of an incubus flooded the tent. Dimly, Mezzoris thought it was as if Irek was trying to show off to her – then again, that was exactly what she’d asked him to do. A lewd, wet slop of their bodies coming together rang out as he slammed into her, her arousal slick down the length of his cock. Yet that was not even what the dragoness focused on as she tucked her wings down, forced to curl them tightly as he pressed down over her back.

“Mmm…” He growled, licking his lips as his whiskers quivered, Mezzoris catching a gleam in his eye, though she couldn’t quite decipher it. “You take me better than she did.”

It seemed they both had mortals in their lives, or having left their lives, who had made an impact. Yet those mortals were not meant to linger. A love was meant to be had, however that love or affection was played out, and to have it linger with such a dark energy to it simply was not the way for either of them.

It held them back from living the lives they were meant to live.

Their partners would never have wanted to see them fading, day by day.

Continued in part two of two…