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Sun, Sea & Sex

By: parabolus



My mother couldn't stop chattering all the way to the airport. On the spur of the moment, we'd booked a bargain three-night mini-break at a hotel on the Costa Blanca, and Mum was bubbling with excitement. She kept talking about what we'd do and wondering about the hotel - I think she'd memorized all the brochures and leaflets she'd collected at the travel agents, and after having to listen to her I think I pretty well knew them off by heart, too.

She was already dressed for the warm Spanish weather: she was wearing a short, thin flowery sun dress with a halter neck that left her back, arms and shoulders bare, as well as revealing a generous amount of cleavage. On the train we sat on sideways-facing seats, and at first Mum kept trying to tug her dress down over her bare thighs, but it was a hopeless struggle - it didn't help that she kept wriggling round to talk to me, and after a while she gave up. I saw the way men kept staring at her legs and trying to look down the front of her dress, and I couldn't decide whether it made me angry or proud.

It was the same on the aircraft - we were packed in like sardines, and Mum was jammed in between a man in the window seat and me on the aisle, and I saw him constantly looking sideways at her. She was still chattering constantly, and perhaps she didn't notice that her skirt was dragged up even higher than on the train, but then I saw him reach for something under his seat and manage to brush his hand against her bare leg. I glared at him and took her hand protectively - or was it possessively? - and now it was my hand that was resting on her soft warm thigh. I, too, found myself glancing at her cleavage as I pretended to stare out of the window, but Mum didn't notice that either.

We were met at the airport by the minibus from the hotel, and once again we had to sit very close together, and this time I had the view of her legs and the valley between her breasts all to myself.

When we arrived at our destination, I waited for our bags to be unloaded from the minibus while Mum went into the hotel to register - she spoke a little Spanish, and was anxious to practice her linguistic skills. But when I saw her in the foyer, she was frowning angrily.

'Darling - there's been some mistake about our reservations! I booked rooms for Mrs Wainwright and Mr Wainwright, but they've got us down as Mr and Mrs Wainwright, in one double room. The hotel is full, and they can't change it, and its a double bed, and they can't even give us a camp bed!'

'Never mind, Mum, there'll be a sofa or an armchair or something, and I can sleep on that,' I said, trying to sooth her, but she continued to fret over the mix-up. 

When we got up to the room she quietened down a little - there was a small balcony and a marvellous view over the swimming pool and on down to the sea, and she pronounced herself satisfied with the bathroom. But there wasn't a sofa, only a small chair without arms and an even smaller one at the desk-cum-dressing table.

The double bed wasn't overly large, but I told Mum we'd manage somehow, and she cheered up a bit when we went out onto the balcony to admire the glorious sunset. She took my hand and said how wonderful it was, and she wasn't going to allow a silly mistake to spoil our holiday, and again I managed to admire her breasts.

We unpacked and Mum took a shower while I looked down at the people in and around the pool - many of the women were topless, and I enjoyed myself staring at a profusion of naked breasts. Mum came out of the bathroom with a towel held round her body, and my day's collection of sightings of female flesh was added to when I got a glimpse of her bare bottom as I went to take my turn in the shower.

I spent a long time letting the water beat down on me, rubbing my cock and thinking about the quantity of feminine skin I'd seen - and in the case of my mother, sometimes felt - since we left home. I was tempted to masturbate; I wished I had a room to myself where I could have wandered around naked, playing with myself, but it didn't seem right to masturbate with my mother just the other side of the bathroom door.

So I dried myself and went out into the bedroom, to find that Mum had changed into a dark blue, but equally revealing, dress for the evening. She went out onto the balcony while I got dressed, trying to control my erection, and then we went down to have a drink by the pool before dinner.

Once again I saw my mother getting admiring glances, but I had plenty of other skimpily dressed girls and women to admire myself, and Mum didn't seem to mind being stared at, judging by the way she frequently crossed and re-crossed her bare legs. Anyway, she was certainly back in a good mood again. It improved even more when we went in to dinner and discovered that the food was very good, with a nice selection of local wines.

There was even a small dance floor with a good trio playing a lot of old standards, and Mum managed to persuade me to dance with her a few times. Once again I was very conscious of her body as I held her close, and being able to look down her dress at her bra-less breasts didn't help to keep my erection under control.

We took a long time lingering over dinner, and then strolled down to the beach to get some air, at first holding hands, and then I put my arm round Mum's waist, and she rested her head on my shoulder as we walked - once again, I had a good view of her breasts.

Back at the hotel, we had a drink at the poolside bar, and now it was my mother's legs, not her breasts, that were displayed for my arousal - we sat on loungers facing each other, and her dress was even higher up her thighs than it had been earlier, and I surreptitiously studied her long bare legs and feet. She crossed her legs, and I wondered whether she was wearing panties, or was completely naked under her dress. It was too dark on the patio to see for certain when she re-crossed her legs yet again, lifting her knee high when she did so, but if she was they were skin-coloured, and I doubted it.

After talking idly for half an hour, with me feasting my eyes the whole time, we decided to have an early night, and went up to our room. Somehow we played musical chairs in sharing the bathroom, and managed to get undressed as modestly as possible. I always only wore pyjama bottoms, but when I saw my mother come out of the bathroom in her nightdress I couple hardly stop myself from gasping - it barely reached the tops of her thighs, and it was so low-cut it could hardly contain her breasts. When she bent to climb into bed it was even worse - her swaying breasts became completely visible.

I stuttered a goodnight, and and Mum leaned over me as we gave each other a brief kiss, her soft breast resting against my arm, and then we settled down to try to sleep. I was painfully aware of my mother's half-naked body only inches away, but she seemed totally unconcerned, and soon I heard her breathing slowly, lying on her side facing away from me. But during the night she seemed to keep moving around, and I felt her body pressing against me. The bed was too small to move away from her, but I tried to turn her over and gently push her away.

I succeeded for a time, but then I woke up to find that she was cuddled against me, with one leg thrown across my thighs. I felt her breasts pressing against my bare chest, and realised that I could feel a wet patch on my pyjama trousers where my mother's naked vulva rested against my leg. Once again I managed to turn her over, but she just snuggled back against me - her nightdress had ridden up around her waist, and now my rigid cock was jammed against her bare bottom. I put my arm round her, unable to resist cupping her yielding breast in my hand, but she didn't wake up, and eventually I, too, fell asleep.

The next morning we did our now familiar in-and-out act with the bathroom, and went down to have breakfast by the pool. Afterwards we went in for a swim, and then stretched out to sunbathe. Mum looked around at the other sun-worshippers.

'I think I'm a little overdressed,' she said.

All she had on a miniscule yellow bikini, but to my astonishment she removed the top and let it fall to the ground. I stared at her naked breasts, fascinated, and then watched as she proceeded to rub them with sun-tan oil - I could hardly believe it as I saw her nipples stiffen as she stroked herself, smiling at me.

After a while she rolled over onto her stomach, and asked me to put oil on her back. I sat beside her on the sun bed, and started to rub oil on her body. I massaged it into her shoulders, and then worked my way down over her back, allowing my fingers to brush the sides of her naked breasts. Her bikini bottom consisted of little more than a thong, which disappeared completely between the cheeks of her bottom, and I found myself kneading them, sometimes slipping my fingers into the crack. When I worked on the backs of her thighs, I grew increasingly bold, and let my hands wander between her legs, touching the scrap of material that was all that covered her sex.

We spent the morning sunning ourselves, occasionally going for a swim in the pool, and then lazing in the sun again. I applied sun-tan to my mother's body several times, and she did the same for me. Once, I couldn't help turning over, to see her beautiful breasts swinging above me as she leaned over me, and I draped a towel across my loins in an attempt to hide my erection.

Then she suggested we had an early lunch before it got too busy. As well as the poolside bar they'd brought out a buffet table laid out with food, and we helped ourselves and sat at the bar and ordered drinks. 

The bar stools were bolted to the ground, very close together, and as we ate and drank our arms and legs constantly brushed against each other. We ordered more drinks, and my mother decided she wanted more salad. As she got to her feet and turned to move away from the bar, her naked breasts pressed against my bare arm for a brief moment, and then again when she returned to her stool with her refilled plate.

As we sat there it was all I could do to stop myself from putting my arm round her and stroking her body, but finally she solved the problem by saying she'd had too much sun and too much wine, and was going up to the room for a nap. I sat for a while, finishing my beer, and then I, too, made my way up to the room.

My mother was lying on her back under the sheet, apparently fast asleep. I took a quick shower to rinse off the oil on my body, then went back into the bedroom with just a towel around my waist. I hesitated for a moment, then dropped the towel and slid naked under the sheet beside her. I couldn't sleep, despite all the sun and having had a restless night, but just lay there, also on my back, thinking about the sight of my mother's body, and how her bare breasts had brushed against my arm at the bar.

Then, after what seemed a long time, I heard her sigh.

'Are you awake, darling?' she whispered.

'Yes, Mum - I - thought you were asleep,' I said, guilty about the thoughts that had been running through my mind, and then I felt her fingers touch mine.

'I was, but I woke up when you got into bed,' she replied, and our fingers intertwined.

'This is nice, isn't it, darling?' she murmured.

I thought she was talking about the holiday, and said something about the hotel and the sunshine, but she squeezed my fingers.

'No, I meant lying here like this - together.'

I felt her wriggle slightly, and then she squeezed my hand again.

'I haven't got anything on.'

I could hardly believe my ears, and I caught my breath.

'Have you, darling?' she whispered softly.

I was silent for a moment, and then I stuttered 'N - no, Mum.'

'That makes it even nicer, knowing that we're both - naked.'

There was silence for a moment, and then she went on: 'The only thing that would be nicer is if you kissed me...'

I turned towards her, and she lifted her head to let me put my arm round her, and then I gently covered her mouth with mine. She made a little noise, and then squirmed against me. The kiss slowly intensified, and I hesitantly ran my hand over her naked body before letting it come to rest on her breast.

'That's much better, sweetheart!' she murmured, and I felt her hand slip between our bodies and fondle my cock. I kneaded her breast, feeling her rigid nipple in the palm of my hand, and she kissed me wetly.

'It's taken you a long time, darling,' she smiled, her tongue tracing the outline of my lips. 'I've been flaunting myself at you ever since we left home, and I practically threw myself at you in the night. And I saw the way you were looking at me by the pool, and I wondered what else I had to do - I thought I might have to hang a sign round my neck saying "Fuck Me!"'

I groaned, and she rolled onto her back, dragging me with her. I felt her legs part, and I slid between them, and then Mum guided the head of my swollen cock to the lips of her vulva.

'Push it in me, darling - as deep as you can - oh, yes,' she breathed as my cock slipped into her.

I'd been aroused almost constantly since the previous morning by the sight, and sometimes the feel, of my mother's body, and now she was inviting me to fuck her. I could hardly believe it, overwhelmed by the glorious sensation of sliding my cock in and out of the hot wetness of her vagina, feeling her muscles tighten round me as raised her hips, and matching her movements to mine.

My mother moaned. 'I can feel you getting bigger and harder inside me, darling! Oh, God, it's wonderful!'

I started thrusting into even more deeply, and I felt her body arching up against me. She reached down and fondled my swollen balls, and soon our bodies were slapping against each other.

Finally, I couldn't hold back any longer, and I exploded into her. She screamed, jerking against me as we kissed feverishly. I was clutching her breast, and her nails were digging into my back as I spurted into her endlessly, until at last we collapsed in each other's arms, panting and clinging to each other.

She lay trembling in my arms, and then she started kissing me passionately. She was mumbling incoherently in my mouth, but I caught the words 'beautiful,' 'wonderful,' 'love,' and 'oh, dearest,' and then we were caressing each other again. It wasn't long before I was hard once more, and I pushed my cock into my mother and started to fuck her furiously.

Mum groaned, and then smiled at me breathlessly, her body jerking as I pounded into her. 

'It doesn't look as though I'm going to need that sign after all, sweetheart!'

It took longer for me to come this time, and when my semen finally started to spurt into her she was shuddering spasmodically in my arms, her body drenched in perspiration and her mouth working on mine deliriously.

Afterwards, we slept in each other's arms, our naked bodies pressed together, until it was almost time to go down to dinner. But I couldn't stop myself from fucking her once more, and then we showered together, laughing as we soaped each other, and then I wanted to fuck her again, but she kissed me and said she was hungry for something else besides my cock, and I'd have to wait.

Over dinner, we ate slowly, gazing into each other's eyes and holding hands; her leg was constantly rubbing against mine under the table, and when we danced our bodies were glued together.

'Was it nice fucking me, darling?' Mum whispered in my ear as we slowly circled the tiny dance floor.

'It was - incredible, Mum,' I said, holding her even tighter.

'I'm glad, sweetheart - I so want to please you.'

She smiled at me. 'I like to please men, let them use my body. I suppose I like to be controlled in bed, and enjoy feeling that they're doing whatever they want to me. And I want you to control me, and I especially want to know that I'm pleasing you, dearest!'

Our lips touched, and my mother rubbed her body against me.

'I'm not wearing anything under this dress, darling - does it excite you to know that without it I'd be naked?'

I swallowed, and she laughed and kissed me lightly again.

'If you wanted me to, I'd take it off right here for you!'

The music stopped, and we went back to our table, holding hands.

We sat down, and Mum dropped her napkin on the floor.

'Pick it up for me, darling!' she smiled.

As I bent to retrieve it, my mother moved her foot towards me, and I glimpsed her bare leg, letting my eyes drift down to her scarlet toenails, emphasised by her high-heeled sandals which were little more than a couple of thin leather straps. I briefly stroked her calf, running my hand up her leg,and she twitched her skirt up to the tops of her thighs and parting her legs to let me see the neatly trimmed patch of hair at their apex.

'Just a quick preview, sweetheart,' she said.

Her hand disappeared beneath the table, to reappear a moment later to stroke the back of mine.

'Feel how wet I am, dearest,' she whispered.

After dinner we went straight back up to our room, and I stripped her dress off and kissed her, clutching her naked body to me. Breathlessly, she helped me to undress, and when I stretched out on the bed she curled up beside me and kissed my throbbing cock.

'I haven't seen you properly like this since you were a baby, darling,' she said, running her tongue along the length of my penis.

'You liked it when I touched you here even then, and when we were in the bath together you used to rub it against me. Your little dickie stuck out like a pencil, and you'd stand up in the bath and push it against my face. I though that was sweet, and I'd give it a little kiss. But not like this, though,' she said, and took the head of my cock in her mouth.

'I think it's the most beautiful cock I've ever seen,' she smiled, running her tongue round its head and kissing it. I reached down and ran my hand over her body, watching her kiss and lick me. Then she looked up at me.

'Would you like it if I made you come all over my face, darling? And drank your stuff?'

'If - if you want to, Mum,' I stammered, and she licked my penis again.

Dearest - have you ever had your cock down a woman's throat?'

I could only shake my head dumbly, and she smiled. Then my mother took my cock in her mouth, and I watched as she lowered her head onto it, seeing it disappear deeper and deeper between her lips, until her face was pressed against my belly. She started to raise and lower her head on me, and I felt her throat tighten, gripping my shaft, and she started to fondle my balls. 

It was the most incredible experience, seeing her sprawled across my legs, her bare breasts rubbing against my thighs, her nipples jutting, and my stomach tightened as I felt myself starting to come.

Mum felt it too, and after another two or three stokes she eased herself up to let my cock slip out of her mouth, and then she took it in her hand to give it a final rub, and then my semen spurted uncontrollably. She guided two or three jets onto her face, letting them gush over her cheeks and into her eyes, and then she took my cock into her mouth again and started swallowing as she continued to rub me. I saw her cheeks hollowing as she sucked me at the same time, and then I lay back, gasping, thinking that I'd never stop coming.

But eventually the flow diminished, and my mother sat up, smiling at me breathlessly.

'That was much better than when you were a baby, darling!'

We rested, then fucked, then rested and fucked again until the early hours of the morning. Once my mother straddled me, her breasts dangling as she impaled herself on my cock, and once we went out onto the balcony to look down at the people in and around the pool, and I entered her from behind and fucked her, reaching round to fondle her breasts as she braced herself against the railing.

Finally we went back to bed for a last lazy fuck before falling into an exhausted sleep. 


Sun, Sea & Sex



The next morning we carried on where we'd left off, then we showered together and went down to breakfast by the pool. Mum had discarded her bikini top completely by this time, and now I enjoyed the looks her body was attracting, knowing that I'd possessed it, and would again very soon. 

Mum was in a mischievous mood, teasing me constantly. As we queued in line at the buffet, she kept nudging her bare breasts against my arm, and brushing her hand against my cock. When we sat down at a table, she kept rubbing her leg against mine, once leaning forward to squeeze my cock under the table. She let some crumbs drop onto her left breast, knowing that she was tormenting me as she stroked them off her soft flesh, trailing her fingers over her nipple, and watching my reaction.

'I'd like to smear my body with jam, and get you to lick it off, darling,' she whispered.

She sucked her fingers clean, and then one hand slid under the table.

'I'm feeling myself, darling, wishing it was your hand down here!'

We decided that we'd go down to the beach and swim in the sea. I wanted to go back up to the room and make love to her first, but my mother said no, she was going to make me wait, and she rubbed herself against me, her eyes twinkling.

She'd brought her beach bag and towel down to breakfast, and we set off, hand in hand,our hips and shoulders touching, and I kept glancing down at Mum's naked breasts, swinging as she walked.

We found a space on the beach and dropped the bag, then ran down to the water's edge and plunged in. We swam a few yards, then stood up, the water almost up to our necks. We could barely keep our footing, and we repeatedly bobbed like corks as we laughed, gasping for breath and holding on to each other.

I rubbed my hands over Mum's wet slippery body and fondled her breasts, but after a minute she pushed me off my feet and swam off with me in hot pursuit. I soon caught her, and when I grabbed her we trod water facing each other, our legs and bodies bumping together. I kissed her, and we sank beneath the surface, still kissing and locked in each other's arms, and when we came up for air I gripped her between her legs, squeezing hard.

My mother responded by trying to tug my swimming trunks down - she got them half-way down my thighs, and then I did a somersault under water and pulled them off completely. Still treading water, I rubbed my cock against her, but then she took a deep breath and grabbed my hips, hauling herself down under water until she could take my cock in her mouth. Her face bobbed against me as she sucked me, until her head surfaced and she gasped for air.

'I wish I could have stayed down long enough to make you come, darling!' she panted.

We managed to kiss each other again, and then we swam back towards the shore. When we reached the shallows, we stood up, and I put my arm round her and kissed her. I was still holding my trunks in my hand, and Mum fondled my genitals and rubbed her body against me.

'Stop it, Mum,' I groaned, 'You're driving me mad, and I can't take any more!'

My cock was throbbing painfully, and my mother's expression changed immediately.

'I'm sorry, my poor darling,' she said. She kissed me again, and then, standing beside me, her body pressed against me, she started to deftly rub my cock. We were swaying in the waves, hardly able to keep our footing, and I held her tightly as she rubbed me faster and faster. Then I grunted, and we both looked down through the clear water to see my semen start to spurt, swirling in the water as Mum kept pumping me. Then she tried to catch some in her hand and rub it on her body.

'It seems a pity to waste it, darling,' she smiled, and we kissed again. My legs were trembling, but I managed to get my trunks on, and we waded out of the water, hand in hand.

We collected the bag and towel, and then wandered along the beach, trying to find somewhere less crowded. We finally found a spot, and spread our towel and lay down on it. Mum asked me to oil her body, and I felt my excitement growing again.

We lay stretched out side by side, luxuriating in the sun for a while, then we turned to face each other. Mum propped herself up on one elbow, resting her head on her hand, and then, staring me in the eyes, she slipped her other hand between her legs and started fingering herself. After a moment she transferred her attentions to her breasts, squeezing and tugging at her nipples until they jutted rigidly, then she ran her hand down over her belly to fondle herself again.

The beach was rimmed by a low headland, and at its base was a pile of large rocks. I got to my feet and grabbed my mother's wrist, dragging her up to stand beside me.

'Come on, you bitch,' I growled, ' I've had enough, and you're going to get what's coming to you!'

I pulled her up the beach and behind the heap of boulders - there was one large rock tilted at an angle, and I hauled her towards it, then quickly pulled down her bikini bottom before tearing off my trunks.

'But darling - someone might see us ...' she faltered, but I slapped her face and pushed her down onto the smooth warm rock. 

'I don't care, bitch - you asked for it!' I gritted, and pushed her legs apart.

I rammed my cock into her, and she groaned.

'Oh, yes, my darling! Fuck me!'

Feeling her oiled body against me, with my penis plunged deep in her vagina, inflamed me even more, and I fucked her ferociously, and then she tried to stifle a scream as I ejaculated into her wildly.

She clung to me, returning the kisses I showered on her as my cock finally started to soften inside her.

'Darling! That was wonderful!' she gasped. 'I never imagined you'd be like this! And I loved it when you called me a bitch and hit me!'

After that, we swam and sunbathed for a while, and then we made our way back to the hotel. Once again we lunched at the poolside bar, and then we wandered back along the beach until we found our pile of rocks. We deposited our things and went into the sea for a swim, and soon we were fondling each other in the water. I couldn't get enough of her, and soon I dragged her back up the beach to the rocks.

I kissed her violently and tried to drag her down onto the rocks, but she resisted, simply telling me to take my trunks off. My throbbing penis sprang free, and I sat on a rock watching as Mum poured oil on her breasts, massaging it into her skin. Then she knelt in front of me and took my cock between her breasts and started to knead them around it, lifting and lowering them until I thought I'd go mad. Then I let out a groan and braced my hands on the rock as my semen shot up under my mother's chin. She immediately dropped her head to let it spurt over her face, trying to catch it in her mouth, and I watched as it trickled down over her chin and throat to trickle down over her breasts.

Then we went back into the sea, and I washed my semen off her, letting my hands linger on her body. Despite all the oil, the sun was starting to burn us, and we decided to go back to the hotel.

Back in our room, we showered to get rid of the salt, then lay down naked on the bed. We kissed and fondled each other for a while, and I found myself stroking her bottom.

'Do you think I've got a nice bum, darling?' she asked languorously. 'You seem to like feeling it and rubbing oil into it.'

I think it's gorgeous, Mum,' I said, squeezing it and then giving it a light slap. 'Like the rest of you, it drives me wild!'

I stroked her again, and my fingers slipped between her cheeks. She shivered.

'That's nice, darling! I love being touched there!'

I probed gently for a moment, and then Mum kissed me and jumped off the bed.

'I won't be a moment, sweetheart,' she said, and started to rummage in her suitcase.

She quickly returned to her original position, and I saw that she had a jar of Vaseline in her hand.

'Give me your finger, darling,' she whispered, and when I held out my middle finger she smeared it thickly with Vaseline.

'Now put it in me - up my bottom,' she said, and kissed me.

I gently probed once again, then slowly pushed my finger against her tiny orifice. I felt its resistance for a moment, but then I slowly eased my finger into her, and she sighed.

'That's lovely, darling - fuck me with it!'

I began sliding my finger in and out of her bottom, feeling her relaxing until I could introduce a second finger, pushing them into her deeper and deeper. Mum was curled down, idly fondly and kissing my penis as my fingers slid in and out of her bottom, and then I saw her smearing Vaseline on my cock. Then she turned to kiss me and smile before she crouched in front of me, her bottom raised invitingly.

I knelt behind her and introduced my cock into her backside. It entered her more easily than I'd expected, and my mother groaned as inch by inch I pushed it deeper up her bottom. Then I began to fuck her gently, and I saw her hand creep between her legs. I gripped her hips with both hands and started to thrust into her in earnest. She began moaning, pushing herself back against me as I rammed into her. She raised herself up on all fours and I slipped one arm round her waist to hold her as I reached under her to knead first one hanging breast and then the other. I wanted to maul her soft yielding flesh, but I was afraid of leaving marks on her body that would be visible with the sort of clothes she was wearing, and I contented myself with tweaking her nipples as I continued to fuck her up her bottom.

Her body began jerking, and I felt myself responding, and then my semen started pumping up her back passage. She cried out, reaching back to grip my legs as she rammed herself back against me, and I clutched both her breasts, kneading them roughly as I emptied my loins up her backside. 

'Oh, God, I love that!' she moaned.

That evening after dinner we though we'd celebrate our last nigh by giving the small nightclub-cum-disco in the basement a visit before going up to our room - Mum said she could go without being fucked for an hour or two, and I didn't mind waiting, especially if I was going to dance with her. 

She'd had several glasses of wine at dinner, and was obviously in a reckless mood. She was wearing another short, low-cut dress that showed off her bra-less breasts, and as soon as she started to gyrate in front of me on the tiny dance floor I started to regret having agreed to wait - I could have raped her there and then. We danced for a while, and then made our way to one of the tables lining the walls. I went to the bar in an adjoining room and got us some drinks, and we sat side by side watching the action. Mum's skirt was way up, and when I put my hand on her bare thigh she crossed her legs, trapping my hand between them.

The noise was deafening, and when she leaned across to yell something all I could do was to shrug helplessly, unable to hear what she was trying to say. She grinned and shrugged too, then kissed me and went off in the direction of the powder room.

Suddenly someone grabbed my hand, and I looked up to see a woman smiling at me and tugging my hand, nodding at the dance floor. I saw that she had on a lacy top and a very brief skirt, plus very high heels that emphasised her long shapely legs, but most of all I noticed her nipples through the open lace-work of her top. I also saw that she was at least in her forties, if not older, but her age did nothing to inhibit her movements, and she danced wildly, swaying before me invitingly with her arms above her head.

After a while she stopped, panting, and then she nodded towards the bar and took my hand again, leading me towards it. I bought us both a drink and we stood in the corner of the bar, smiling at each other. It was slightly less noisy than in the main room, and the woman leaned close - I was aware of her breasts pressing against my arm as her lips brushing my ear and she started to shout at me.

'I am Greta - I think you are from England, no?' Her English was very good, although she spoke with a strong accent.

I nodded, and shouted back 'My name's Steve!'

'Hi, Steve!' she screamed, 'I am from Stuttgart in Germany!'

She squeezed my hand. 'I think you like girls who are not so young, no? I see you with your lady-friend, and I believe she is some years older than you!'

I just nodded, enjoying the feel of her body pressed against me as she moved even closer.

'I, too, like young men - I like them to fuck me!'

She smiled at me, then yelled: 'I think maybe I like you to fuck me - and that you would like it also!'

She dragged my hand up under her mini-skirt, and I discovered that she had nothing on beneath it as she forced me to fondle her wet sex. I started to shake my head, thinking of my mother, but as if she could read my mind Greta nodded towards the dance floor. 

I looked, and there was Mum dancing with a girl in a short red dress: she had her hands on the girl's hips and they were rubbing their bodies together as the girl twisted frenziedly, her arms flailing, thrusting her groin against my mother.

Greta winked. 'I think your lady-friend does not only like young men!'

I realised I'd put two fingers in her vagina without thinking, and she looked at me expectantly, her eyes sparkling - when I nodded, she kissed me fervently.

'But there is one - what is that word? Scheiße! Ach, yes, one condition. My husband, he must also watch while you fuck me!'

She must have seen the expression on my face, because she went on hurriedly: 'It is a game we play - the man fucks me, and my husband watches, then the man goes away and my husband fucks me! We are here one week already, and each night a different man fucks me, and then my husband he also fucks me!'

She kissed me again - her body felt wonderful, and her vagina was dripping wet. I looked at her and then nodded before I returned her kiss. At last she pulled away and pressed my hand against her breast.

'That is my husband Otto over there, looking at us - he likes to see men touching me!' she yelled, and nodded at a short, thickset man with grey hair sitting at a table. He beamed, and got to his feet.

'Otto goes to our room to wait, but first you kiss me again, yes?'

I put my arm round her, and felt her squeeze my cock as I kissed her wide, generous mouth. I kneading her breast as I pushed her against the wall, shoving my hard cock against her belly, and she laughed.

'Do not fuck me here, my Englishman! Wait until we are in the room! Come!'

I followed her as she edged her way around the dance floor, and I saw Mum, still dancing with the girl in the red dress. Their bodies were still rubbing together, and they were kissing as they danced. Greta took my hand just as my mother saw me: I expected some reaction, but she just glanced at Greta and then waved her hand at me lazily before once again covering the girl's mouth with hers.

When we arrived at the room Greta knocked, and her husband let us in. He was several inches shorter than his wife, and she towered over him as she stroked his face. He had already undressed - his cock was like its owner, short and stubby, and fully erect. He sat down in an armchair and looked at us; he started to toy with his cock, but Greta slapped his hand away playfully and said something to him in German, laughing, and then she turned her attention to me.

Once again I kissed her, and remembering what she had said about Otto liking to see men touching his wife I put my hand up inside her top and caressed her breast. Otto gave a little groan, and then Greta and I were helping each other out of our clothes.

She had a magnificent body, lean and sinewy, with beautifully formed breasts that even at her age showed no tendency to sag, and I bent to kiss them as we sat on the bed facing her husband. Then she pushed me back on the bed and lowered her mouth to my cock. She worked on me for a few minutes and then said something to Otto, and he groaned again.

'My husband does not speak English, so I tell him in German how beautiful is your cock, and soon it will be in my - what is the word? - cunt! Fucking me hard!'

I stroked her legs and body, slipping my hand between her legs and inserting my fingers into her. I started to kiss her body, biting her breasts and belly, and then kissing her thighs, until she cried out: 'Fuck me, Englishman!'

I pushed her legs apart and eased my cock into her, and she gave a little cry, then gasped something to her husband. 'I tell him how wonderful feels your cock in me,' she translated, smiling at me weakly.

I thrust my cock into her two or three times, then withdrew it nearly completely, to let Otto see it glistening with his wife's juices before plunging it into her again. Greta moaned, then wrapped her long legs round my waist and started moving with me, preventing me from fucking her properly.

'I want you not yet to come,' she gasped, 'but to keep you hard in my cunt!'

From the corner of my eye I saw Otto rocking backwards and forwards, his stiff penis waving as he watched us, and then I forgot him as I started to kiss his wife passionately, forcing my tongue into her mouth as I fondled her breasts, squeezing her jutting nipples and tugging at them. We continued to half-fuck for several minutes, with Greta squirming under me. Then eventually she unwound her legs and started to buck against me, and I started to fuck her in earnest.

Otto couldn't stand it any longer, and he came to sit on the bed beside his wife's head. She ignored him for a while, but then she cried out and arched her back, forcing herself up against me as the onset of her orgasm made her body begin to shudder spasmodically, and then she turned her head and took her husband's cock in her mouth as I exploded in her.

Greta screamed, and then turned her attention back to me, clinging to me and grinding her body against me as I pumped into her relentlessly, grunting with every thrust. Then, as I started to relax, she pushed me off her and twisted down to start kissing and licking my cock. I saw her rubbing her mouth and face against my wet, sticky penis as it began to soften, then she dragged her husband's head down and kissed him, letting him taste my semen intermingled with his wife's juices.

He groaned and started to clumsily fondle her breast, and I slipped off the other side of the bed, then got dressed and silently left the room. As I closed the door behind me I glanced back and saw Greta looking at me, smiling almost sadly.

I went down to the poolside bar and ordered a beer, swallowing it gratefully as I thought about Greta's magnificent body and wondering if Otto really satisfied her, and then I suddenly felt guilty as I saw my mother approaching. I ordered a glass of wine for her and another beer for myself as she sat down beside me, and I was relieved to see that she was smiling at me happily.

She started to tell me about the girl she'd met - Peggy, her name was. 'She's a wonderful lover, darling, and guess what? She doesn't live far from us, and she'd love to make up a threesome when we get home!'

Then I told her about Greta and Otto, and asked her if she minded, or was jealous.

'Not as long as we don't have any secrets from each other, darling! I told you, and you told me, and it's only sex, but we love each other, don't we, dearest? And that's the difference.'

She crossed her legs, and instinctively I put my hand on her bare thigh, and she smiled.

'I just hope that your sexy Frau didn't tire you out too much, and that you'll still be able to fuck me when we get upstairs!'

Once in our room, we started to kiss each other, and I got her dress off and proved that I still had plenty to give her. We made love very slowly, and then we both fell into an exhausted sleep. All too soon, it was morning, and we realised that we'd soon be on our way home.

But I reached for her, and then my cock was in her and I was fucking her again.




Sun, Sea & Sex



'Give me a good fucking, darling,' she whispered. 'It's got to last me until we get home - unless we can manage a quickie in the toilet on the plane!'

I was feeling very emotional, and smothered her with kisses as my cock slid in and out of her, and when I came it seemed to be in an endless stream. My mother clung to me, tears glistening in her eyes.

'Oh, my God, that was wonderful, darling!' she whispered. 'Aren't you glad we shared a room - and a bed?'

'I'd like to give whoever made that mistake over the booking a medal,' I said vehemently, grinding my body against her, and Mum smiled.

'There was no mistake, darling. The double room - and the double bed - is what I booked!'



Sun, Sea and Succubus



Jon closed the door behind his guests as they left the apartment. After walking back into his studio flat, he began to clear up a little, throwing the hand-bent empty beer cans and extinguished snack packets into a small rubbish bin. It was a Friday night and Jon had hosted a quiet gathering of a few of his close friends round at his place. He had drunk a few beers, not too many, certainly not drunk, but enough for the alcohol to exaggerate a few of his slightly depressing thoughts and emotions. Becoming quickly lazy and resigning the task of tidying up until the next day, he sat down at his computer. The sudden state-change from being in-company to being without made him think about and feel envious of his friends. Alex and Jen, who had recently left, had been going out together for a long time now. They were always so affectionate around each other, that night being no exception, and Jon, although a good looking guy, had been single and without sex for quite some time. He suddenly felt quite lonely.

Gazing down at his desk, he picked up a trial pack of erection-sustaining pills from a clump of uninteresting other packets; marketing samples that had been thrust through his mailbox the day before.

'Why have I bothered to hold onto these?' he asked himself aloud, 'it's not like I'm going to use them anytime soon!' He threw the packet across the room in his frustration - they bounced off the rim of the bin he had targeted and landed beside his bed. Taking a swig of his last beer for the evening, he started to search through porn on his computer. Becoming aroused, he proceeded to relieve himself several times.

Jon walked over to the large double-doors that lead out onto the balcony. He unlocked and opened them, stepping outside. It was now just-passed midnight. As he moved outside he could hear the talk and laughter of the people in the streets below. Noises of cars passing by, a distant police siren, groups of people staggering home jovially after an entertaining evening of drinks in a local bar, the sounds of car doors slamming closed on taxis that sat waiting with old engines stuttering coughs as their stumbling passengers boarded.

It was a warm summer's night; he gazed up at a perfect view of the looming full-moon. He leant against the edge of the balcony rail and took in a deep breath, smelling the wonderful city air as it rushed through his nostrils. The scents from numerous restaurants dotted around the area wafted up into a strangely-pleasant conglomerate odour of undistinguished fried meat. Looking out at the city, his senses stimulated by the sounds, smells and atmosphere around him, he realised he had a good life. Quickly his slight depression turned into contentment and his frown became a smile.

Jon lived in a large studio apartment on the top floor of a small five-storey building, situated in the town-centre of a big coastal city. He rented it cheaply from his wealthy parents who intend to sell the property when he could afford his own place. He had a great circle of friends that he'd known for many years and a secure, moderately-paid job. Apart from being single for too long, he didn't really have any problems, certainly none to get depressed over.

Still standing on the balcony he looked up at the clouds that lazily drifted across the night's skyscape, taking in the wonderful view of the moon. A sudden strong gust of wind blew towards him and he flinched while it passed. As he looked back, a black human-like figure majestically hung in the sky, hovering with slow beating wings in front of the large full moon. Its hair flailed about it in the wind like a halo of writhing snakes as Jon stood staring at it in a moment of surrealism. He leant forward slightly, squinting to ensure his focus was accurate as he questioned the strange sight before him. It turned its head slowly, as if scouting the area, until it was looking right at him. Its face was hidden by the darkness but Jon could almost feel their gaze meet. A sudden chill shot down his spine as he stood upright and stepped back from the parapet. The figure gave a powerful beat of its wings and suddenly began to fly straight towards him.

It flew right up to his apartment and landed effortlessly on the balcony wall in front of him. He saw now that it was a woman.

As her long emerald-green hair settled, the beautiful young woman; human in all features except for two sets of bat-like wings tipped with short horn-like spikes; a large pair on her lower-back and a smaller pair on the rear of her head; caught her balanced and stood in a composed stance before him. It looked down with an alluring seductive grin on its face; Jon was in awe. A sensual and silk-like tone emerged from her lips as she said 'Mmm, perfect.'

The shock of seeing the creature before him, and the incredible beauty of it had him paralyzed and unsure what to think. Seeing the winged woman was like seeing a ghost or an alien; these things aren't supposed to exist. Jon's experience, logic and reason fought with what he was seeing, challenging the actual existence of the creature.

'Wh...what are you?' Jon asked, staring up at her.

'That's not a nice thing to say to a woman when you've just met her for the first time!' the woman replied, 'my name is Morrigan' she said, stepping down off the wall, '...and I'm a succubus.'

'A succubus?' Jon whispered aloud to himself, still in trance-like awe of the woman. 'Sorry I...I'm Jon' he replied. Gathering himself slightly, he asked inquisitively 'What's a succubus?'

The woman stepped forward closer to him and said 'well, you've heard of Vampires? Succubuses are like female vampires. We prey on human men, having sexual intercourse with them in order to sustain ourselves. We're a type of demon' she answered, smiling the whole time.

The woman was stunningly beautiful. Her large emerald eyes matched the hue of her hair and had a vast sense of depth to them, like deep pools of green water hiding sunken stars. Her body was perfect in all its curves and shapes, hosting large well-rounded breasts, a tight abdomen and gorgeous sculpted thighs. Her outfit tightly clung to her skin and showed-off every line and contour. The top was a revealing black leotard that started from the nipple-line of her breasts and covered all the way down to her crotch, a heart-shape cut-out at the midriff below the bust. White feathered straps lead across from the top of the leotard to her arms, on which she wore beige arm-length gloves that came down over the back of her hands and looped around the middle finger. From the leotard down, her legs were completely covered by purple tights decorated with darker purple bats dotted at various points around them. On her feet was a pair of well-fitted black leather knee-high stiletto boots.

Taking in the sight of her, he couldn't help but become aroused; after all, a gorgeous sexy succubus landing on your balcony in an accentuating outfit, telling you her intention was to make love to you, is quite an appealing situation for a single young man of 24. Especially for one that had just been lamenting over how single and unsexed he was.

'So...you want to have sex with me?' Jon asked, just to ensure he understood the situation and that his arousal was not wasted.

'Yes' Morrigan replied bluntly, her tone seeming to indicate it was more of a biological need, rather than a pleasurable pursuit.

'Woah!' exclaimed Jon, he was taken aback. 'I can't believe the hottest woman in the world has just landed on my balcony and stated she wants to have sex with me...this can't be real?' Jon said aloud, although it was more of a rhetorical question.

'"Hottest woman in the world"?' she asked while stepping a little closer to him and smiling, 'Now that's a better thing to say to a woman when you've just met her.' She grinned with a short nasal laugh 'and I've not even started to seduce you yet.'

'Seduce me? Why would you need to seduce me?! Surely any guy would fall at their knees for you in a second?!'

'You do realise that as I take your seed, your life force is absorbed into me with it?' Morrigan asked.

'My life force? As in...my life? Are you saying if we have sex I'll die?!' Jon began to feel uneasy as a deep, gutting twang tugged at his stomach.

'Yes' she replied in the same direct tone as before. Realising Jon might try to escape now, knowing his actual fate, Morrigan began releasing her pheromones unbeknownst to him.

'I...I don't want to die' Jon said surprisingly calmly with a look of deep thought and concern on his face.

'I'm sorry handsome, but I'm hungry and must eat' replied Morrigan as she stepped closer, reaching a hand forward and seductively clenching onto the collar of his t-shirt. Morrigan's drug-like pheromones had begun to affect him.

'I can't die...not yet...' he said slightly drowsily but unable to take his eyes off her. He started to back away from the demon into his apartment, a strange look of combined fear and lust on his face now. 'Even though you are...so irresistibly...beautiful...' His attempt to get away from her was feeble; she followed him inside.

'I will ensure you enjoy every moment of it' she almost whispered to him in a sexual tone, proudly aware of her natural and learned abilities to pleasure men way beyond any level possible by a human female. As she spoke she began to pull the white feathered support straps off of her breasts, revealing them to him.

'Is...is there no way I could live after this?' he asked in desperation while staring at her with utter lust.

'The only way for a human to survive a succubus's feast, is by making her climax before he does. But no homosapien male could possibly last long enough to cause a succubus to orgasm before he does; our bodies are naturally designed to give ultimate pleasure' she answered.

Jon was wavering to her seduction but still aware of the situation and fearing for his life. He unwittingly backed into his low-set bed, loosing his footing and falling back onto it. After making little effort to get up again, Morrigan was soon stood over him. Looking either side of his bed in panic, as if he might find something to save him, he noticed the erection-sustaining pills he had failed to discard properly earlier. Grabbing them, he ripped open the pack quickly and swallowed them both.

'I can't die now, not this young. I have to keep going long enough to make her orgasm. Please God, don't let me die now, please! I must think non-sexual thoughts...non-sexual thoughts while this stunning woman fucks me! Oh God help me!' he thought to himself, doubting a successful outcome.

Morrigan climbed onto the bed and knelt with her legs on either side of Jon's. He closed his eyes tightly and began thinking of his job. Her hands slid under his plain black t-shirt and she began to stroke slowly up and down his chest with her fingernails. Jon was quickly as hard as a metal pole while thoughts of answering the telephone and typing at his computer looped in his mind. The drugs had been quick to take effect. She lifted his t-shirt off him, his arms automatically responding allowing her to do so. Leaning forward, she began to lick him. Her tongue journeyed up from his naval to circle his nipples, and then progressed to the base of his neck. Circling around, she moved up to start gently sucking and biting on his ear, her perfect breasts pressing and moving against his chest as she moved. She then began to gyrate on top of him, her crotch moving rhythmically against his in slow full motions.

'Oh, I've picked a good one!' she stated aloud as she felt the large rigid lump of his cock shaft pressing against her pussy.

Sliding herself off the bed, she stood up and took a few steps back. Jon opened his eyes inquisitively, hoping and wondering if it was all over. Watching the succubus, he saw Morrigan suddenly perform a back-flip, landing completely naked, her clothes somehow vanishing into thin-air during the quick acrobatics. She smiled at him with a mischievous expression and the naked winged figure stepped forward to stand before the foot of the bed. She knelt down on the floor and leaned forward to his waist. It was a low bed allowing her to easily reach her victim. Clutching onto his belt, she began to unfasten it, still looking up at him. Freeing the strap from the buckle, she then popped the button and pulled down the zip, slowly. Pulling gently, she eased the loose-fit jeans off his legs and tossed them to one side. Stroking her hands caressingly up Jon's legs, she moved back up to his crotch to remove his underwear. Pulling the rim slowly, the elastic suddenly flicked off and his firm erect dick sprang back quickly like a catapult releasing its payload. She discarded the boxers also and then slid back up to Jon's waist, her hands grasping the throbbing curved shape of his dick. Jon was completely naked before her, at the succubus' mercy.

'Oh God!' Jon thought worryingly, knowing what was about to follow. He closed his eyes again tightly as his thoughts now turned to war and poor starving children, hoping desperately that this'd prevent him becoming sexually stimulated enough to cum to his death.

A sudden warm moistness lapped slowly across his cock. A moment, then the sensation was felt again. And again. Lap after lap of Morrigan's hot wet oral muscle stroked wonderfully across Jon's exposed penis. It stopped. His eyes still closed, he suddenly felt warm supple flesh wrap around the tip of his manhood. There was little resistance as the tight clenching lips slowly moved down the sides of the enlarged helm. Her tongue returned to his piece and guided the hard pole carefully down her throat. Her hands, which were still grasped tightly around the base of his cock, now began to masturbate him up and down in rhythmic pumping motions, twisting in opposite directions. She pushed down with her head, slowly allowing her mouth to accept the long shaft as it entered all the way into her oral passage. Jon fought furiously in his mind to repress the sexual delight, still looping images of poverty and genocide in his head like a meditation mantra. He gripped desperately at the bedding beneath him.

Twenty minutes passed of sucking and slurping as the beautiful succubus worked relentlessly at Jon's piece. It was to no avail. She removed his member from her mouth; saliva coating her lips, hands and the flesh monolith she had just been worshipping. Now she went to start the main event. She slid her body up Jon's, her breasts stroking his dick as it slid through her cleavage. Led by her tongue, she continued upwards until her pussy was in line with his massive soaked cock. She was ready for him. Morrigan's fluid glistened around her opening, already lubricating her in anticipation for the large feed she was about to receive. The soft pink flesh stroked across his hot wide shaft leaving a moist trail.

'Give it to me handsome' she whispered into his ear as her hand guided his cock to her hole. Her lower lips began to part around the entering tip of his manhood as it found her opening. She lowered gradually onto him with a deep slow moan of satisfaction. As it pushed into her she felt a strong warm sensation shudder through her body; compared to human females, succubuses feel a more heightened sense of pleasure during sex.

Once Jon's cock was all the way inside Morrigan's sexual passage, she began to move up and down on him in rhythmic pelvic motions. A moan escaped her as every push back down filled her with a fresh wave of pleasurable warmth. The sensation was penetrating Jon's attempts to think of other things too. Images of bullets firing and tanks ejecting rounds from their big long cannons were quickly turning into phallic metaphors. Morrigan's amazingly experienced body was proving too much for Jon's imagination to suppress.

'God, what can I think of that'll put me off sex completely?!' he shouted in his mind. Jon wasn't a homophobic man, but the thought definitely didn't appeal to him. Pulp Fiction suddenly came to mind, the scene with Marsellus Wallace's encounter with Z. He cringed from the thought and was put off sex immediately; it worked, momentarily.

Morrigan was still really into her sexual encounter though and as the pleasure mounted, and Jon failed to satisfy her with his sperm, she began to forget her purpose of satiation. They had been at it for an hour and a half now and never before had a homosapien male lasted so long. Her pussy caressed him internally trying desperately to induce ejaculation, but it also had the opposite effect on her, causing incredible sensations of utter pleasure throughout her body. Jon had the perfect mental image to put him off sexual arousal. In her mind she could barely think. Not only was Jon the proud owner of a naturally large and wide penis, but combined with the tablets, he remained permanently rock-hard as she continued fucking him from above. Jon noticed her moaning had become faster and deeper and briefly opened his eyes to gaze upon the wonderful vision atop him. Morrigan's eyes were tightly shut, neck cranked back and slightly to one side, her back arched pushing her chest forward, wings stretched out and hands brushing through her hair in orgasmic confusion. He realised she was nearing climax and decided to gamble on getting her there before his own.

He suddenly grabbed her waist and rolled over, forcing her beneath him. She startled with shock from the sudden animation of her previously-static partner. Pulling almost all the way out of her, now in the missionary position, he then thrust the entire length of his cock hard and fast into her. She moaned loudly from the fresh position and reversal of situation from fucking, to being fucked. Jon pummelled her with a new-found vigour and desperation to bring her to orgasm. The fast rhythmic motions of his movements sent waves of indescribable pleasure through her and she couldn't resist any longer. The sudden forcefulness of his fucking brought on a sudden and strange affection for him; partially confused by the drug-like hormones aroused in her body. Two hours now into their sex and she gave-in. Jon was still desperately trying to think of nonsexual things but pushing his sensitive dick into such an incredible pleasuring pussy was too much. He cringed and bit his lip as he fucked her, trying as hard as he could to hold in his spunk. She lay on the bed below with her legs wrapped around him, wings spread out beneath her and arms back clenching tight clumps of bed sheet. Her eyes were shut tight as she was infiltrated by her "victim's" massive organ. He pumped her continuously as she let out an incredible roar of delight, but he could no longer hold it in either. She climaxed as her body tensed and she came. Jon's energy seemed to be sucked out of him through his cock as sperm flowed into her simultaneously. Even his masturbation sessions he'd desperately performed only a few moments before his succubus encounter weren't enough to prevent him spewing a large amount of semen from his intensely pleasured cock. The combination of his alcohol intake, erection sustaining pills, persistent thoughts of all things off-putting and previous masturbation had enabled Jon to last a considerable amount of time against his sex rival, but was it enough?

Jon felt a sudden absence of energy inside his body as the last moments of his ejaculation faded. Uncontrollably, his eyes tittered closed and he passed out, collapsing onto the demon woman below.

Jon woke to the sensation of a tongue stroking his neck. Opening his eyes, he was met with the face of his partner from the night before. Morrigan lay naked on top of him.

'I...I did it?' he asked, with the tiredness in his voice from just waking. 'I'm alive? I made you climax before me?'

'Mmm, you did' she replied with an affectionate tone in her voice as she continued to lick the side of his neck, 'the first orgasm of my life.'




Sun, Sea and Succubus



'So I'm safe....Wait!' Jon said with a sudden rush of fear, 'you're....you're not going to fuck me again are you?!' Morrigan laughed in reply.

'I hope so' she said as she continued to kiss and lick his neck, her left hand stroking his chest. 'But don't worry, you won't die if you cum inside me anymore, you've already made me climax, I'm yours.'

'Mine?' Jon questioned, unsure what she meant.

'I belong to you now. Any male able to satisfy a succubus becomes her master. It's just never happened with a non-demon before.'

'Master? What, you mean you belong to me?' Jon asked.

'I'm yours forever. As long as it is within my power, I will do as you command, always and unconditionally.'

'...and...I won't die?'

'You won't die' Morrigan reassured him with a smile.

'My very own succubus? Wow' Jon said aloud to himself with a grin as his arms wrapped around her and he embraced his property with satisfaction.

'There is something I must do first though, to seal our bond' she warned, her mouth still caressing the left of his neck.

'What's that?' he asked, slightly concerned once more.

'This may hurt a little' she said. Without much warning, she then moved slightly forward and, with razor-sharp fangs, bit deeply into his neck. Jon cried out with agonizing pain as he squeezed her tightly against him, fingers clenching her back like claws. Her mouth remained attached to him for at least a minute as his entire body reacted to her bite, convulsing and juddering in a bizarre fit. His veins pulsated as they rose to the surface, his muscles tightened and his whole body shuddered. The pain became immense and he could no longer take it. His grip on her back loosened and he passed out, the succubus still attached.

Jon awoke a few hours later. His entire body ached with pain, his muscles felt strained and his veins throbbed throughout him. Morrigan was fully clothed in his apartment looking around the place inquisitively, exploring the new environment. Reaching a hand to his neck, Jon felt the bite, already closed with some scabbing of the skin. Four puncture holes marked the entry points where Morrigan's teeth had bit into the lower left side of his neck.

'I...thought you weren't like vampires?' Jon asked with a painful strain in his tone. Morrigan smiled with a brief sound of amusement as she turned to face him.

'That bite is not like a vampire bite. That bite is a contract between us. With it I combined my blood with yours and your blood with mine. Our blood vessels will fuse together and reproduce in their new form.'

'What effect will that have on me? Is it bad? I feel like I've been hit by a train.'

'It's not bad. The demon blood may cause your body to ache and feel strange for several days while it fixes you, but you'll be fine after that, once it's adjusted' she answered.

'Demon blood?! Fixes me?!' Jon asked, startled by the revelation.

'Well, I am a demon' Morrigan said with a slight giggle. 'The blood will alter your body, giving it demon-like properties. It's not tha...'

'Demon-like properties?!' exclaimed Jon as he interrupted, 'what exactly is your blood going to do to me Morrigan?' She knelt on the bed on all-fours, her legs either side of his and her hands either side of his waist - the duvet still on top of him.

'The blood will strengthen your muscles making you stronger, more flexible and more agile. Your organs will become more productive, giving you greater stamina health and fitness. You will no longer get ill or be at risk from any human diseases like cancer. And you will also live for longer' Morrigan tried to explain, being quite ambiguous with the last comment.

'How...much longer?' he asked.

'Um...' Morrigan smiled, knowing his reaction would be of shock, 'you'll be immortal.'

'IMMORTAL?!' Jon shouted while pushing her back away from him, sitting up in shock.

'Well, until you're killed.' She added, as if that was some kind of regaining factor. 'There is one other thing, but no need to worry about that for now' grinned Morrigan. Jon didn't reply. He was sat up in bed, duvet over his legs, looking away from the succubus in deep contemplation. She crawled back up the bed trying to ease his legs down with her hands. He let her and she moved up to sit on his crotch area still on top of the duvet. She rested her hands on his shoulders.

'There is one more significant change' she had decided to tell him now, 'but it's controllable and only temporary.'

'What kind of change?' asked Jon in a suspicious tone.

'The demon blood will be able to change your form into your natural demon-type when called on. I'll explain it another time.' She paused, 'the blood just means that you will have an enhanced body, it won't affect your mind at all or anything like that, you'll be the same person' she reassured him.

'I hope so. It's just going to be weird outliving everyone I know; all my friends and family will age and die around me, but what about me? Will I age?'

'I'm very young, but already my body has matured. A demon's body ages like a human's body until it is at its optimum state; around the age of 25. I'm only 27 now, but my body won't change, it won't age. The same thing will happen to you. Once the blood has made your body stronger, you won't change much anymore.'

'All my friends, my family, they'll have to know what's happened to me, what you are. What if any of them tells anyone? I'm sure thousands of scientists and government agencies would love to get a sample of our blood, or just to know creatures like you exist. What if...'

'Shhhhhh' Morrigan whispered as she placed a finger over his mouth, 'demons have some influential connections, and most have never been detected or caught. We'll talk about your friends and family another time; don't worry about that for now.' There was a pause between the two for a long moment. Jon then smiled suddenly, as if a wave had washed away his concerns in an instant.

'So...technically I'm a demon too now?'

'Yes'

'Weird. Although it is kinda cool. So, I'm now a demon with an enhanced human body, immortal and am master to the most beautiful woman on the planet? It's all so hard to believe' he said as he placed his arms around her, staring with disbelief at the gorgeous succubus sat on top of him.

'The most beautiful woman in the world?' she asked with a smile. She knew she was beautiful, she was born naturally to be so, as all her species are, she just liked to be told it.

'Absolutely. Honestly, I can't actually believe how beautiful you are. Each time I look at you I question whether you're real or not, and then whether you're actually mine' he replied with sincerity while gazing into her emerald eyes. She smiled, leant forward and they kissed.

They barely knew each other yet Jon already felt a deep affection for her. Perhaps it was part of her natural gift to seduce men, confused emotions caused by hormone manipulation from her drug-like pheromones, or a bizarre side effect of the demon cells working their way about his system. Whatever it was, Jon knew that his life was never going to be the same again, never going to be normal. He dismissed thoughts of how his new-found body and mate would effect his world for now, wanting to save them for another time. Right now, other than the aching throbbing pain throughout his body, all he was aware of was the incredible woman sat on him, pledging herself as his. Seeing her before him he realised that he didn't just want to be her master, didn't just want her to live as his slave obeying his command, but to also love him and for him to grow to love her.

His hands slid up the sides of her body, following her curves and cupping the sides of her breasts as he reached them.

'So these are mine now?' he asked with a cheeky grin.

'Mhmm' she hummed in reply. His hands moved across to her arms where the feathered straps that held up her top were attached. He pulled them down, releasing her breasts from their tight material cage. His eyes widened as he took in the sight and became aroused. He leant forward, beginning to lick and suck at her nipples. She moaned slightly in reaction and began to move her pelvis back and forth, rubbing against his crotch with hers. Jon's penis stiffened quickly and became a rigid hard lump below Morrigan's crotch. He tugged at the duvet indicating for her to rise off it so he could pull it away, she did so. She sat back down, purposefully aiming for her vagina to land on the shaft of his stiff pole. Jon's hands returned to their previous duty. Morrigan began to move her pelvis back and forth, rubbing Jon's cock as the length passed between the folds of her pussy through her thin clothing. The rigid shape stimulated her clitoris and vagina. The succubus became quickly moist and her fluids passed through the material, onto Jon's naked cock. She placed a hand behind his head pulling him closer into her bosom while her other hand clung onto the metal headboard for support. Jon continued to suck, lick, bite and squeeze at her breast in his mouth, massaging the other with his free hand. Reaching down, Morrigan pushed at the taut material between her legs with her fingernails, managing to tear a hole. Spreading it open with two fingers pushed inside, she then reached down to grab Jon's dick. Positioning it at her opening, she slid down on him, letting his thick hard penis penetrate her smoothly. They both moaned with pleasure from the insertion.

Jon looked up at the stunning face of his partner. He licked her neck, softly kissing between every few laps. Morrigan moved back and forth with her pelvis so that the warm shaft of hot flesh inside her pressed at different parts of her sensitive sexual cavity. The two moved together like a mechanism, a rhythmic system naturally designed to stimulate both in the best way they could. Morrigan suddenly felt weak for the first time; a sexual partner not under her control. She was seeking her own pleasure of course, but his too, and whatever he may command, she would do. For the first time in her life, Morrigan felt submissive. And yet there was a deep comfort in being owned, being with her owner, making him feel good and being rewarded in kind. At that moment, during their sex, Morrigan's entire being changed. No longer was she a predatory being who instinctively sought semen to feed, killing without regard, the source of that nourishment. Now, her instinct told her to pleasure, to satisfy, to obey and to serve her master. As she fucked Jon, her master below, she began to feel gratitude for him and affection for him, the first stages of devotion, of love. And finally, as she tightly embraced him, still warm with these feelings, he came, feeding her, sustaining her. With that she felt complete. They were no longer fucking, they were making love.

Jon lay catching his breath, his pet on top of him. His arms nestled around her and he closed his eyes. Morrigan lay with her head to the side of his, looking at him. She was still warm with emotion and his fresh cum inside her. Her wings relaxed, falling softly down onto the bed and the two lay there silently for some time.

'Morrigan, I don't just want you to be with me because I own you, and...I don't want you to fake affection towards me just because I'm your master' Jon said, breaking the silence. He paused briefly, 'I'd like you to make me do things for you too, and for you to have free will, you know, for like day-to-day things...if you see what I mean?' Jon was still unsure as to what extent of ownership he had over her. Morrigan smiled.

'I still have free will and I'm not going to seek your permission for every little thing that I do Jon. But, I do belong to you, so I will do what you say, no matter what it is, and I won't feed on any other man, unless you were to tell me to' she explained.

'If you can't feed, how will you survive?' he asked with some concern.

'You're going to feed me' she replied with a sexy smile.

'Heh, I can do that!' Jon answered enthusiastically. 'So...you'll really do anything I say?'

'Anything.'

'What if I order you to clean my entire apartment?' Jon asked cheekily.

'Well I won't enjoy it, but I will.'

'I'm just kidding Morri, I wouldn't order you to do that. I mean, if you're living here then it'd be cool for you to help around, but I do look after myself too. But er...what about during the days while I'm at work? What'll you do?'

'I can return to the demon world whenever I like...'

'Oh that reminds me' Jon interrupted, 'how did you make your clothes disappear last night, you just kinda did a flip-thing and they were gone?'

'I have certain powers as a demon. Manipulating my wings is one of my main abilities. My clothes I can change by doing a back-flip into the demon world for a split-second, changing or removing them, then coming back to this world.'

'Wow, that's quite cool.'

It was Sunday so Jon was free for the day. The two spent the time getting to know each other better and Jon learnt more of the specifics of being a succubus owner and having demon blood. They also rearranged his apartment to accommodate her. Jon kept Morrigan secret for now; he wanted their relationship to grow first and to get used to life with her, before having to explain her to his family and friends. Several months passed and they had become very close. Jon had fallen for his slave and she was devoted to him, more than just necessity. He would work; she would sometimes return to the demon world or explore the town, sealing her wings within her body. Morrigan was often hungry and Jon loved feeding her, they would make love frequently. It was late August when Jon decided to let his friends meet her.

Jon's friends invited him to the beach for the day; he told them that he'd be bringing his new girlfriend. They all knew that he had a new girlfriend, but were yet to meet her; Jon had always made excuses for her. There wasn't enough room in the car for them all to take a lift down so Morrigan said to Jon that she'd go on ahead before them and meet them there. Jon's friends kept asking him questions like "Is she hot?" and "Have you fucked her yet?" all the way to the beach. Jon didn't answer, simply smiling and replying with "you'll see when you meet her" or "I'll tell you about it after you've met her". Rich, one of Jon's friends, drove the car. He was actually called Richard but everyone shortened it, and he also had more money than Jon and the rest of his friends so the name served a dual-purpose. It wasn't a long drive; Jon, the last to be picked up, lived only a 30 minute drive from the beach.

They arrived and Rich parked the car. They all got out and began to unload their stuff. Danny, Mark and Alex had ran ahead down to the beach, quite excited about being there, and left Jon and Rich to get everything out of the car. Rich got a bit angry with them not helping so decided to just leave it for now going down to the beach too. Jon stayed behind to finish.

Morrigan had already arrived at the beach but was unsure where Jon and his friends were. It was quite a long beach and very wide, about eighty meters of sand from the car park to the sea. She walked along the beach looking out for him and his friends, going on a vague description of them.

She had done her usual back-flip transformation and was now clad in something more appropriate for the setting. She wore a very skimpy black V-bikini swimsuit. It tied around the neck and came down in a V-shape, just covering her nipples and continued down to her crotch. The thin material, just wide enough to hide her more private of areas, came up through the crevice of her perfect butt cheeks, and up her back, tied together around the neck. Innate magic prevented her breasts slipping out from the piece as she moved although physics told that they should do otherwise. On her right wrist she wore a thin bracelet made of silver that looked like a steel box-section cable turned into a full circle. She had an identical anklet around her left ankle also. It was very revealing and she looked stunning.

As she walked along the beach the heads of all in sight turned to watch her; the men in arousal, the women in jealousy. Her perfect, near-naked body walked effortlessly and sensually across the golden-yellow sand, her emerald green hair gently flowing in the soft breeze. The midday sunshine gleamed off her skin making her radiate as she passed along the beach. She was now close to Jon and his friends.

'Oh...my...God!' Rich said in exclamation, 'how hot is she?!'

'Who?' Danny asked while looking around and then spotting her, 'Woah! Fuck me! She's is hot!'

'Oh-my-God, that is like the hottest girl on the planet! And look what she's wearing!' Rich said, he was getting pretty excited just by the site of her.

'Who's the hottest girl on the planet?' Mark asked while getting up from sorting out the blanket they were going to use to sit on.

'Her' pointed out Danny.

'Fuck me! She's the hottest girl on the planet!' Mark agreed.

'Guys, I think she's coming this way!' Rich noticed as Morrigan walked towards the group from some distance away. They hadn't seen Jon waving her attention from the car. 'She's mine guys, I saw her first' Rich stated, as if she was some kind of land to stick ones flag upon in order to claim her.

'Bullshit Rich, she's free pickings as far as I'm concerned' Danny said, as she neared.

'Damn straight!' Mark said with confidence, as if he already knew she'd like him more than Rich. Alex was in his long-term relationship with Jen still, but that wasn't stopping him from at least looking, and dreaming. Morrigan was now within talking distance.

'Hi, I'm Rich' he said with a friendly smile as he stepped forward in front of his friends.

'Hi Rich, I'm Morrigan' she replied in delicate seductive tones with a smile, stopping in front of him. Jon had not told them his girlfriend's name yet so they were still clueless as to whom she was.

'I'm Danny, pleased to meet you Ms. Morrigan' he said as he took her hand and kissed it. Danny was always trying to act suave but usually just seemed a bit over-the-top or sleazy. Morrigan giggled and said "hi Danny."

'I'm Alex' Alex said with a wave; he was stood a little back from the others, knowing he could not vie for her affections.

'And you must be Mark?' Morrigan asked, looking at Mark.

'Y...yeah, how'd you know that?' he asked with a questioning look on his face.

'Guys, I'd like you to meet Morrigan, my girlfriend' Jon announced with a smug smile as he made his way down the bank to where the group was from the parking lot.

'She's your girlfriend?!' Rich asked in shock as his hopes of bedding her were instantly shattered. Looking at their faces; everyone was rather shocked by the revelation.

'Mhmm' she hummed in agreement, stepping close to him and putting her arms around his neck. Jon put his around her waist and they kissed briefly.

'You look incredible' he whispered to her, 'I think you've got the entire beach drooling over you, including my friends...and me!'

'I know' she whispered back with a giggle and a cheeky smile. They unhooked from each other and she turned back around to face them.

'Nice to meet you all' she said smiling.

'Nice to meet you too' they all said, sounding rather deflated and shell-shocked that Jon was with someone so beautiful.

'Shall we sit down?' Jon asked them all. Everything was unpacked from the car and down on the beach with them now.

'Uh, sure' replied Alex, followed by a chorus of "ok"s.

'I'm gonna get an ice cream first' Morrigan declared as she spotted the vendor about 50 meters away. She held out her hand towards Jon, 'please?' He passed her some money and sat down. His friends sat down after. She walked off towards the large queue that waited at the frozen snack van.

'Dude, there is no fucking way you are going out with her!' Rich almost shouted once she was out of earshot.




Sun, Sea and Succubus



'You lucky fuck!' Danny said with envy.

'How much are you paying her Jon, huh?' Alex asked with a joking light-laugh.

'Jon, seriously, you're going out with her? She's fucking incredible. Guys dream of girls like that when they're alone in their rooms with a box of Kleenex for God's sake! How the hell did you get with her?' Mark asked.

'Yeah seriously, you're the luckiest fuck on this planet, how'd you pull a bird like that?' Rich added, as if Jon's answer would somehow enable him to find an identical girl.

'Heh' Jon chuckled in amusement. 'Fine, I'll tell you guys how we met. She sorta just flew into my life' he said with a reminiscent smile. Morrigan and he had previously constructed a story of how they met, for telling people who they didn't want to know the actual truth to. 'I was walking about in my area and she was stood on the street looking a bit lost. I asked if she was ok and she told me she needed to find a certain building for a job interview. I knew where it was and told her I was walking in that direction anyway, so I would guide her to it. On the way we chatted about what she was doing etc. We got there and her interview didn't start for another hour and a half, they'd got the times mixed up or something. Anyway, so I told her I knew a nice café near-by and asked if she wanted to go. She said "yeah" so we went. Drank coffee, ate a snack, talked etc. It got to the time for her interview so I said "give me a call and tell me how it went" cheekily you know, not thinking she would but worth a try. She smiled and said "ok" and gave me her number. About 50 minutes later she calls and says the interview had just finished, what am I up to. I said I live down the road and wasn't doing anything, would she like to meet for some lunch? She said "sure" so I met her by the same café we were at earlier. We had some lunch and got on really well, so went to a bar for a few drinks after and spent the rest of the day there drinking. It got late and she didn't want to go home so she came back to mine. We had a few more drinks, got a bit more drunk and ended up sleeping together.'

'You fucked her?' Rich asked crudely.

'Yep!' Jon replied with a proud naughty smile.

'Damn, why doesn't shit like that happen to me?' Danny asked rhetorically.

'Well it's not like anything like that's happened to me before then, so it's just luck I guess?' said Jon.

'So when was this?' Mark asked.

'The day after you guys came to mine a couple of months ago' he replied.

'That long? Why've you not told us about her before then?' Rich asked.

'I dunno, I guess I was just seeing how things would go between us first.'

'And...?' Rich asked.

'Pretty good!' Jon replied enthusiastically. 'She's been staying at mine since.'

'Since that night? What, living together?' Danny asked.

'Pretty much, yeah.'

'No fucking way!' Alex said.

'I know! It was pretty weird. We got on really well and the sex was amazing!' Jon boasted, 'she got the job at the company and my apartment was much closer. She asked if she could stay with me for the first few days of work and kinda didn't leave. I didn't object!'

'Do you guys fuck like every night?' Rich asked.

'Several times usually' Jon answered with a smug smile.

'You lucky fuck!' Rich said, still very envious.

Morrigan returned carrying a handful of sealed ice lollies. She was sucking on hers as she rejoined the group and sat next to Jon.

'Hi guys, I got you one each. I hope you like the flavours, I just got one of each' she said, holding them out for them all to take whichever one took their fancy.

'Thanks' they all said in turn as they took one.

'None for me?' asked Jon looking at her. Morrigan took another slurp on hers, pulled it out her mouth and slid it into Jon's. He sucked on it as she held it there and then pulled it out and put it back in hers. The guys all watched enviously.

The hot summer sun took its toll on the frozen ice stick and a large drop dripped down from her mouth onto her breast. The momentum of it falling helped it journey down the large crevice of her cleavage towards her naval. She caught the droplet with her finger and sucked the juice from it sensually; her lips wrapped round it as if it were Jon's phallus. Jon licked his finger quickly and stroked it up her body, following the trail of the droplet. He then licked his finger to remove the sweet liquid. The whole scene was rather erotic; his friends pretended they didn't notice.

'He had run out of the cola ones so gave me a second vanilla free; he was a nice guy' she mentioned.

'I'm sure he'd not have done the same if either of us went up there' said Rich in a slightly mocking voice. Morrigan smiled, she knew what he meant. She was well aware of the influence her body had over men. Many years of being a succubus enlightens one to the predominant focus of the male species, and how to take full advantage of it.

Envy and evident attraction to Morrigan aside, the group sat chatting happily, ate lots of food, drank lots of alcohol and had a great time. The beautiful summer's day and the golden beach were the perfect setting for their picnic and they all laughed and had fun. It was now early afternoon. Morrigan stood up.

'Hey guys, anyone else fancy a swim? The sea looks beautiful and I want to cool off' she said. The guys suddenly all became animated, as if they'd been waiting all day for her to say it.

'Sure'

'Yeah'

'Definitely!' Rich, Mark and Danny replied in turn as they stood up.

'Jen's on her way' replied Alex, 'I'm gonna wait for her to get here.'

'Ok' said Jon as he too stood up; the five headed towards the waves. Rich, Danny and Mark walked together; Morrigan and Jon were slightly ahead. The three behind wanted to get a good view of Morrigan's behind. Heads from all around followed Morrigan once more as she moved across the sand, jealous thoughts targeted at Jon. They had not been in the water long before Rich playfully splashed Morrigan. She responded and they all began to play and have fun in the sea with childish excitement. The guys knew Morrigan was taken but their attraction to her didn't stop them flirting. Rich, Mark and Danny all had hopes that Morrigan's revealing outfit would give way at some time to allow them a full glimpse of her body, as did the rest of the men near by. They were disappointed.

Morrigan's swimsuit kept its integrity and after some swimming and fun in the sea, they went back onto the beach and to their spot. Jen had arrived and was sitting with Alex chatting. Jon approached first with Morrigan beside him.

'Hi Jen, how're you?' he said. She looked up at him with a smile.

'Great thanks' she replied.

'This is Morrigan, my new girlfriend' he continued, indicating her with a slight turn of his head.

'Hi' Morrigan said smiling.

'Oh hi, nice to meet you' Jen replied still smiling, holding back shock from the sight of Morrigan's revealing outfit and amazing body. The other guys returned and they all sat down, quickly continuing their drinking, eating and talking. The sun dried them all quickly.

'I probably shouldn't go nude here, but I hate tan-lines' Morrigan said while lying on a towel with her eyes closed under direct sunlight.

'Oh I don't mind' Danny quickly said with a grin.

'Yeah, I'm not too bothered either' Mark reinforced.

'Heh, guys, shut up' Jon said with some annoyance in his tone. His friends' attention had been all over her since she got there and now they were just being perverse.

'...Sorry' said Mark with a light laugh.

Suddenly Jon became aware of a couple of rather large-built men heading over to his group. They were wearing tight swimming shorts and sunglasses and walked with a confident over-the-top strut. They ignored Jon and his friends and walked straight over to where Morrigan was lying.

'Hey babe, why're you wasting your time with these losers? Wanna come hang with us? We'll keep you "entertained"' said the first with a big confident toothy smile.

'Yeah, drop these dorks and come be cool with us. We got beers, music, food, better than this crap here' said the second. Jon smiled smugly and let out a closed-mouth laugh. Morrigan smiled as she looked up at the two of them.

'Are you trying to pick me up?' she asked.

'Hey, you're a gorgeous chick, don't waste your good looks on these pathetic losers, come be my girlfriend, I'm rich, I'll show you a good time' replied the obvious ring-leader of the two, still overflowing with confidence.

'I've already got a boyfriend thanks' she answered.

'What this dork?!' the guy asked, looking at Mark who happened to be sitting closest to Morrigan at the time.

'No, me' replied Jon sternly as he stood up.

'Ha! A dweeb like you landed a girl like her?! Bullshit! How much are you paying her huh? The whole of your Daddy's allowance?' said the main muscle-bound guy mockingly towards Jon. He then turned to face Morrigan again and dropped to his knee beside her. 'Drop this guy babe, I'll make you feel fiiiine. What do you say huh?'

'Sorry, my boyfriend makes me feel fine thanks. He's amazing in bed and does me whenever I need it. I've never had better. I'm sure all the steroids you've taken have shrunk your penis into a tiny contradiction to your oversized body. So no thanks honey, but it was sweet of you to ask. I'm sure there's some dumb bimbo on this beach that would fall for your masculine act though, why not run along and find her?' Morrigan completely belittle the man, she had also released mild pheromones to ensure he didn't get violent in retort.

'Fuck you bitch! She'd probably be more intelligent than you! You stay with your little loser friends then, I'm gonna go find some girl that's up for a bit of fun' the man said, struggling to regain the pride Morrigan had just stricken from him. Jon and his friends laughed as the two walked off.

Morrigan turned to Jon once the men were some distance away.

'Master, can we go for a walk?' she asked Jon.

'Master?!' Jen asked in exclamation.

'Heh' laughed Jon, slightly embarrassed, 'it's...er...just a pet name.' Morrigan was grinning. 'Um...sure Mori, we can go for a walk. Anyone mind if we head off for a bit?' Jon asked.

'Nah, go ahead' replied Rich, 'we'll let you to have some alone time.'

'Yeah, see ya later' said Mark, Danny did a quick wave.

'Have fun, Master' joked Jen.

'See you guys later' added Alex.

'Cool, ok' Jon said as he picked up a beach rug, towel and a few other things, forcing them into a small bag with little care. He threw it over his shoulder and walked over to Morrigan, who had already stood up and started walking away slowly. Jon caught up and they headed down the beach together.

The edges of the beach that separate it from the mainland are quite rocky, and sheer cliffs block the beach off at either end. Jon and Morrigan reached the cliffs at one end. There was no one close to this part of the beach; it was quite rocky in general and there was a lot of washed up debris and trash.

'Want to see what's on the other side of this cliff?' asked Morrigan.

'How're we gonna get round?' asked Jon. Morrigan smiled hinting.

'Are you sure you ought to do that here? What if someone sees?'

'Several people a year spot a succubus or demon. They tell their friends, family or a newspaper; no one ever believes them. Plus, no one's looking Master, I want to find somewhere private we can be.' She turned to face him and stood close, putting her arms around him and looking at him with wanting eyes. He knew what she was after and, looking at her in that bathing suit, he wanted it too.

'Ok, let's take a look' Jon said with a smile. Morrigan smiled in reaction as her wings shot from her back and head. With low flight, she flew them both around the cliff.

On the other side was a tiny part of beach trapped in a small cliff indent. No more than ten meters wide or fifteen meters deep, it was completely empty and unused and perfect. They landed and Jon laid the rug out next to a large boulder that sat almost in the middle of the small beach. He put the bag down besides the rock and, without a moment to think, was then set upon by his succubus.

Hands immediately came from behind and moved straight down under the elasticised rim of his swimming shorts to grab at his penis. He was erect in a moment as the large breasts of his demon pressed against his back and her hands clenched stroking up and down his shaft. Her tongue began to lick gently at the rim of his ear and the wonderful sensation caused him to close his eyes in pleasure and tilt his head back slightly, to give her more of him to lick. He stood their receiving her actions, not moving to take control, enjoying her stimulating touch.

After a few minutes Jon turned to face his beautiful and sexy partner who stood there in that revealing and accentuating "bathing garment". He smiled in appreciation and utter luck at having this exceptional woman as his own, then slid his hands around her waist, pulled her close to him and kissed her with loving passion. They embraced. Her hands caressed his back, her long fingernails slightly pressed against the skin. She moved her hands downwards to his shorts and slowly pulled them off while he still held her, their mouths locked together. The long hard length of Jon's manhood now pressed against her, its warmth felt through the thin black material around her crotch.

Their lips parted and Jon began to lick softly at her neck as his hands stroked up her body to cup and caress her almost-naked breasts. Easily sliding under the thin pieces of material covering her nipples, he took them between his middle and forefingers and squeezed gently. They quickly became erect as Morrigan moaned softly from his touch and tongue. She moved back away from him slowly, her hands sliding down the sides of his naked body as she lowered herself to a kneeling position on the towel. She was presented with the large erect cock of her master and she gazed at it with cherishing eyes as her hands moved around it, framing the phallus before her.

Her perfect lips parted as her moist tongue emerged to lap heavily at it. With hurried swipes she coated every inch of his piece with her oral lubricant, looking like a cat washing its tail. Jon's eyes and hands were tightly closed as she performed her masterful work on him. Her hands began to work at his length now, moving up, round and over each other in a chaotic yet rhythmic system that somehow worked perfectly to give him the highest possible pleasure. Her dextrous work would only stop briefly to allow her mouth so suck or tongue to lick at her Master's testicles, before resuming her masturbation of him. He moaned with utter delight, breaths heavy.

Her left hand moved under his balls now as her right pulled back on his foreskin to fully reveal the bright pink head to her. She pressed her closed lips against it and then forced her head down, parting her lips with resistance as his wet cock slid into her mouth. Her tongue pressed up against the shaft as it slid inside like a train rail guiding his locomotive down her oral track. Slowly she continued until her mouth pressed against his crotch, fully deep-throating him. She then pulled almost completely back at pace before moving straight forward again. Now she moved back and forth continuously as Jon held the back of her head and fucked her mouth. The moistness of her saliva against the piston-like motions of his dick made loud lewd sucking noises. They were both full of filthy lust for each other and far from afraid of being obscene.

Jon suddenly moaned heavily as he quickly headed towards climax. Morrigan took him out of her mouth and pumped furiously at his soaked penis, aiming straight at her oral opening. Jon's thick white spunk shot out at her, missing the open target and splattering his load on her face. The warm cum drizzled down as she took him back inside to suck off the remainder that slowly oozed from the tip. After sucking him dry, she sat back and guided the rest of his love fluid from around her face into her mouth with a finger, sucking it too to enjoy the excess. She smiled lewdly up at him as he smiled back down; catching his breath from the incredible blow job he'd just received. He sat and then lay down upon the beach towel. Morrigan cleaned her face then rolled over to lie on top of him.

'That was amazing' Jon said. A moment's pause.

'I'm still hungry' came the reply.

'Give me...a moment.' Morrigan kissed his cheek and the two lay silently under the sun for a while.

Morrigan now lay beside Jon, stroking his abdomen lazily. He really had toned quite a bit since his demon infection and as his body changed to suit his new strength, so too did the contours and shape of his form. Morrigan was lost in thought as she passively caressed her master. Her hand touched against the rim of his trunks and the alien sensation compared to that of his skin brought her out of her daydream. She then felt awash with hunger again. Looking up slightly she noticed the man beside her was asleep, or at least appeared that way; his eyes closed. She sat up slowly, so as not to stir him from his nap, and began to ease his swimwear off. Successful, she lay back down close at his side and continued stroking, her hand now making its way to his crotch with each movement. Asleep or not, Jon became erect from Morrigan's touch and as her hand gently clasped his cock and begin to rub up and down, it reached its full length quickly.

Morrigan got to her knees and lifted a leg up and over her master so that her backside was closest to his head and hers right above his crotch. She lowered her head and slowly slid her tongue down the exposed head of his penis, continuing to take him into her mouth. A moan came from behind her as her partner was aroused. Mostly awake, Jon decided to keep his eyes closed while his succubus continued her actions atop him. With very slow motions up and down, Morrigan continued to caress the cock in her throat with her tongue and lips, only wanting to bring him back into the mood rather than stimulating climax.

As Jon slowly opened his eyes, he was met with the sight of Morrigan's tight beautifully-shaped backside, a lewdly-thin piece of string from her bathing suit the only cover preventing her from fully exposing her sexual cavities. Jon smiled with satisfaction knowing the body before him was truly his; he needed to remind himself with frequent mental notes as every sight of her perfect eye-pleasing body made him question if he was in reality or some wonderful dream. He brought his arms up placing a hand on each buttock. He extended the middle finger of his right hand to stroke gently at the material covering her holes. Slight pressure so she could just feel him through it. Morrigan placed her hands on the sand below for support and bent her neck forward to look at him back and beneath her.

'Mmm, awake?' she asked with a naughty smile. Jon instantly knew what that smile meant; she wanted him inside her.

'How could I stay asleep? Dreams don't feel this good.' Morrigan giggled then returned to his stiff manhood, still standing to attention.

Jon's finger pulled the black fabric to one side, displaying the moist pink flesh of Morrigan's vagina. He gazed at it for a moment then arched his neck up and forward, allowing his tongue to reach her opening. His hot oral muscle lapped quickly at her clitoris like a stalking snake snatching at its prey. Morrigan's body jolted from the sudden coursing sensation shot through her body then moaned with an approving tone. Jon continued. His tongue lapped at his lover's labia and clit repeatedly, sometimes flicking, sometimes stroking, sometimes covering the whole thing slowly. He could taste the excitement she felt as she released her natural lubrication, the salty taste noticeable on his tongue. It was warmer and stickier than his saliva. He moved his tongue to the entry point now and circled it around the narrower rim before forcing it inside. Morrigan moaned deeply as he inserted it into her as deep as his mouth would allow, stroking in circles around the inner muscle. His tongue was straining from the exertion but his desire to stimulate his slave allowed him to tolerate it.




Sun, Sea and Succubus



With forceful lapping and large, more exaggerated movements, Jon licked and sucked at Morrigan's pussy. She had now stopped sucking his cock, holding it with both hands at the base only for support as she arched back, eyes closed, to fully enjoy the cunnilingus. Her body moved without her thinking it, thrusting motions with her pelvis into the face of her Master below. With perfect rhythm she pushed towards him as he licked towards her. Her head shot downwards as she let out a huge moan, loud, without care for who may hear. She followed it with another moan, and another, and continued moans at faster pace, stifling breaths as she headed to orgasm. Jon was now licking furiously at her cunt, her juice all over his mouth and surrounding area; there was no dignity here, no finesse, no subtlety, just furious sexual desire. His job was to make her cum and not care how.

Morrigan grabbed his legs tightly at the thighs and pushed her body hard back against his face. Her moans were short and fast and high as she peaked. Her body tensed and she came, orgasming fully as unceasing licks continued. Her moans were soundless during the release, her body a sudden tense stillness compared to the motions before, only pulsating judders causing her to move. Her mouth was open in an ecstatic expression of joy from the incredible rush as the persistent satisfaction continued. The ability to make sound slowly returned as the end of moans became audible.

'Master, Master, oh Master!' she shouted as Jon sucked up her liquid release still. 'Oh I love you so much! Master, you're incredible!'

The orgasm faded and the two separated. Morrigan quickly turned around, replacing knee for hand and hand for knee. Now above and facing him they kissed with deep love, lust and passion. Their tongues intertwined like snakes in a small enclosure as they exchanged saliva.

'Mmm Master, I want you now, right now, feed me!' Morrigan whispered down at him, her hand already moving back to his dick, grasping it and moving it into position, straight for her soaking wet opening. She slid down on it with a satisfied moan. Her outstretched hands rested on his chest for support as she moved up and down on him at a moderate pace. His hands stroked up her body to her breasts, moving under the material of her bathing suit to grab at them, and then using the angle of his arms to slide the material either side, fully exposing their perfect form to him. He pinched at her nipples, twisting them with his fingers as she moved back and forth with thrusts of her pelvis; her eyes closed feeling the fantastic sensations of their fucking.

Morrigan raised her right hand to her mouth, biting down softly at her bent index finger, the metal bracelet sliding down her forearm. Her motions now rocked back and forth and up and down atop her Master, giving the cock buried deep inside her full contact on each side with each pulsating movement of her body. Jon's hands rested slightly grabbing just above her knees. He pushed into her downwards thrusts with perfect rhythm getting as fully inside her as their bodies would allow.

They changed position. Rising to her feet, Morrigan turned to face the large rock close by and stepped towards it, bending forward to rest her hands upon it. Gripping the stone, she spread her legs apart and looked back to her partner, to ensure he was coming to re-enter her. He obliged and quickly, with force and pace, thrust all the way inside her once more. Morrigan screamed with pleasure as he pulled back and forced deep into her again. Jon's rough hard thrusts continued, with a slow almost-complete pull-out before moving back in hard and fast. Each pump of his pelvis at her behind caused her to moan hard, bringing with it a slap as their skin smacked together.

Changing the pace and position again, Morrigan raised her right leg up onto the rock. Jon moved slightly round so that they could kiss while he still took her from behind. Their mouths and tongues interlocked, eyes closed, as Jon held tightly at his slave's waist, pumping continuously. Still kissing and fucking her, his hands now clenched tightly at her breasts, massaging them with force, flicking at her nipples with his strong middle fingers. The succubus moaned while still kissing lovingly, full of lust for her Master.

Jon pulled out and Morrigan now turned around to face him. He lifted her up onto the rock so that she was sat right at the edge of it, allowing him to step forward and slide his still rock-hard hot cock between her eager vaginal lips. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and legs around his waist as she received him. Holding her for support around her backside, he pulled her into him, the increased strength from his demon-enhanced body allowing him to comfortably hold her weight while thrusting. Her breasts pressed tightly against his chest as they kissed more while they fucked. Parting their mouths, Morrigan now leant back, holding his neck for support, as she closed her eyes and arched her neck. She bit on her lip as she moaned from their sex.

Suddenly Morrigan's wings shot out from her body into a tensed out-stretched position. She became massively reinvigorated and full of sexual energy. Her head pulled back to its normal position, her eyes open with a renewed sparkle and lust for him. She smiled toothily, showing off her sharp succubine fangs with a grin. She dug her sharp fingernails into his shoulder blades, pushed her chest out to exaggerate her breasts and tilted her head to the right for a moment, before leaning forward and plunging her teeth into his neck. Her wings then wrapped around the two of them like a cocoon, as she clung tightly onto the man infiltrating her. Jon roared with pain as his long-healed scar was reopened. The indescribable sexual energy that seemed to engulf Morrigan felt like a spirit of some kind, another entity almost. Then the bite began to tingle and feel like gushing as the spirit passed through her fangs into his blood stream. It flowed through to all parts of his body. The succubus wrapped around him now moved up and down on his dick with excessive speed. Her internal muscular wall clenched tightly while the spirit energy flowed about inside Jon, spreading to all parts of him.

With the combination of the excessive pain from the bite and the spirit tingling throughout his body, Jon almost passed out, staggering his footing slightly in the sand trying to keep his balance. Morrigan's wings suddenly unwrapped and pulled back behind her, her bite released. The wound rapidly healed. Her eyes shimmered green, her mouth still dripping with his blood as she gazed at him and said in an almost-cackle 'fuck me my love, fill me with your satiating semen, I crave it, I need it, feed me till I'm full!'

He lowered her so that she now lay upon the rock while he continued to push his waist into the space between her legs. The spirit energy now coursed through his body, up through every muscle, every inch of flesh, every nerve and cell, surrounding each, his brain also, and then pulling at it. But it was not the pulling of pain, it felt like this strange energy was grabbing every ounce of his senses and kneading them down, through his body, into his cock, forcing the essence of every possible part of his body that could feel, that could sense pleasure, and taking it to the one place where his body combined with his succubus. The feeling was intense, alien, and extraordinary. Jon gasped breathlessly as this all happened in but a few seconds. It was the absolute ultimate level of pleasure a human man could possibly feel. He lost control.

He leant over her, mouth open in wordless exclamation and eyes rolled back. Grabbing tightly at her thighs he began to pump at her body. His cock felt almost boiling with warmth and the conglomeration of his body's senses and feeling into it caused his manhood to extend in length, girth and hardness. Morrigan screamed an astounding moan as her Master fucked her furiously with demon-energy. Her hands clutched at rough crevices in the rock below for grip, holding herself in place. Then came the release. With a deep-voiced scream Jon released his spunk into the succubus. As if his balls were on overdrive, wave after wave of sperm shot from the tip of his penis. All the compiled feeling in his cock felt the fantastic pleasurable sensation of orgasm as his whole body shook with indefinable euphoria. Morrigan tensed as she came, her orgasm reflecting his with full-on maximum impact. No creature in known existence, on Earth or within the alternate dimension of the demon world, nothing could create an orgasm close to the full potential of pleasure a mature experienced succubus could give and receive.

Jon pumped and pumped still, his cum soaring continually, Morrigan gorging herself on it, the pleasure unceasing. Jon was fully aware of everything yet entranced simultaneously. It was like his entire body was cumming, feeling that wonderful moment of orgasmic release. Finally, after several minutes, a rapid judder shot through Jon as all his senses returned to their rightful place and the spirit energy shot out of his cock back into its succubus owner. The semen ceased flowing and Jon's thrusts slowed, his body feeling as though it was suddenly and quickly pulled back into its natural place. Morrigan's body loosened, her grip on the stone released, eyes slowly opening. She sat up and Jon withdrew. She stood to face him and they stared at each other for a moment. They then embraced more tightly than they ever had before. The two had experienced the greatest feeling any being could feel and it defined their love. He held her tightly almost tearful with pure content. She too knew that she was bound with someone she truly loved. Their hug was long and silent. After many moments they leant back, still in each other's arms, and kissed.

Collecting up their things, they kissed again, and flew back round to the main beach. The tide was coming in now anyway and had already swallowed up half of their private cove. They walked all the way back to the party of friends they had left behind.

'Hi guys, sorry we took so long' Jon called out as they approached.

'I hope you two had fun' Rich called back, a slightly lewd undertone in his statement; he had no idea.

'Hey you two' said Alex. Jon unrolled the beach towel in their previous spot and lay down. Morrigan climbed almost on top of him affectionately, still feeling very satisfied from their excursion. Jon's friends had all been drinking beer and wine in their absence and Jon and Morrigan joined in on their return. The seven sat, drank, ate and chatted away for several more hours until the sun began to set.

'Can we go off for dinner and then to a bar Jon?' whispered Morrigan to her Master.

'Yeah, I think we're all about to head off now anyway' Jon replied to her. 'Guys, are we ready to pack things up now?' Jon asked them all.

'Yeah, I'm getting a bit tired' Jen replied.

'Sure' said Danny, 'we have been here a while now.'

'Yeah' agreed Rich, 'let's load the car.' They all got up and started packing things away, throwing their trash into a few plastic bags and lazily folding towels into backpacks. They all helped this time. The car got packed quite quickly and Rich was in the driver's seat waiting for everyone to get in. He hadn't drunk as much as the others and was a little irritated because of it. Jen had driven her small car down; she and Alex were going home together.

Jon and Morrigan were stood outside the car on the driver's side.

'Guys, Morrigan and I are gonna take off to get something to eat and then hit a bar, just the two of us' Jon said.

'Um, sure' replied Rich. 'It was great to meet you Morrigan, Jon's a lucky guy. I'll speak to you soon Jon, I've got some questions I want to ask you' Rich obviously wanting to know more about Morrigan without the embarrassment of her hearing his, most likely perverse, questions.

'See ya Jon, bye Morrigan, 't was a pleasure' Mark replied with a slight bow before being the last to get into the car.

'Hope to see you soon Morrigan, oh, and maybe you too Jon' Danny called to them with a smile and slight wave.

'Are you going to the bar like that Morrigan?' asked Rich, looking at Morrigan still in her skimpy V-bathing costume.

'I have her change of clothes in my bag' called Jon in reply.

'Ok' Rich said before starting the car and driving off. The two turned and began walking away from the beach along the main road. Jon had slipped a T-shirt on before leaving his friends.

'Gonna change Morri?' Jon asked, feeling her current outfit was a little inappropriate for the bar.

'Sure' she answered with a plotting smile; already knowing what she wanted to wear. With a quick back-flip she landed in a new outfit and with a new hair style. Her hair was now blonde and completely straight. Her top was a loose white shirt fastened closed at the naval by a single black bat-shaped clip. The shirt displayed masses of cleavage, hiding them just before the nipple. The cuffs were flared and covered her hands up to the fingers. On her legs she wore tight blood-red leather pants sealed with a silver button-fly. On her feet were tight black leather stiletto boots that came up just above her ankles before tucking under the pant-leg. Jon smiled with appreciation as he took in the sight of her, he was always overwhelmed by her beauty and amazing outfits; they all suited her so well. They continued walking along the road into town.

After going for something to eat, they walked around until they spotted a cool-looking and busy bar. They walked in.

'I'll be back in a moment' stated Jon, 'get me a beer ok?'

'Sure' she said smiling as she aimed for the bar, her partner hurrying off to look for the men's room. Once again she was followed by the heads of most of the patrons as smiles tried to impress and eyes began to undress. She approached the bar at a space made available to her by the two men now stood on either side of her.

'Hi there, would you like a drink?' asked the one to her left. The barman was now stood in front of her.

'I'd like a glass of red wine please barman, and a bottle of beer' she ordered with a straight face to the barman, showing little interest in the two men.

'House wine and Stella Artois ok?' asked the barman.

'Perfect' she replied with a slightly coy smile.

'Let me get this for you?' asked the man to her left. 'Bartender, the lady's drink is on me!' he called to the man fetching the drinks.

'No thank you, I'll buy them myself' she answered.

'It's too late, I've got you covered already' he replied, now turning to face her with a flirtatious grin. He pulled out some money and put it on the bar to cover the drinks.

'So, what's your name Miss?' he asked in a tried-on attempt at a seductive deep male voice.

'Morrigan' she replied simply.

'Well hi there Morrigan' he said with a quick look down at her perfect breasts, half of them quite clearly visible in front of him. 'I'm Sean,' the drinks arrived, 'pleased to meet you.' He took her left hand and kissed it while looking into her eyes. 

'Well thank you for the drinks Sean, I'm going to go and sit down now with my boyfriend.' Morrigan took the glass and the bottle and started to move away from the bar.

'With your what?!' Sean asked slightly enraged. Jon walked up to Morrigan by the bar and took the bottle of beer from her.

'Thanks Morrigan, let's find a table' he said, not even noticing the man beside him who just purchased the drinks for his succubine slave. The man looked over Jon and noticed the rather informal shorts and T-shirt he was wearing compared to Morrigan's clean, crisp stylish look.

'Hey! What do you mean "boyfriend"?!' he said to Morrigan, lacking belief that he'd just been shown up by such a shabby looking guy. 'I just bought you a drink; you didn't say anything about having a boyfriend.'

'I ordered two drinks, that should have been a clue, and I didn't ask you to pay for them' she answered, covering both questions. Jon smiled while walking away, Morrigan following him across to the other side of the venue to a two-seater table close to the window.

They stayed a while, drinking and talking, unaware of the mounting anger of the man at the bar. He left. Thirty minutes later Morrigan and Jon got up and left the bar also; they had forgotten all about Sean.

They began walking home along the lonely side-streets; it was ghostly quiet, a mid-week late night. As the two walked down an alley, still not far from the bar, they were encountered by Sean again. He was holding a baseball bat and slowly tapping it against his palm. Austin and Greg, two of his friends, then closed in behind, blocking the way back. They too had bats and the three slowly walked towards Morrigan and Jon.

'You made me look stupid at the bar back there Miss. You manipulated me to get free drinks for you and your stupid boyfriend. And look at you...' he turned to face Jon, 'you look like some sorta lazy beach bum. A loser like you doesn't deserve a girl like her. Whatever she sees in you, she ain't gonna see it for much longer. This is for making me look a fool, bitch!' He ran at Jon with the baseball bat held above his head, ready to swing. The two men behind them also hopped into action and began moving towards them. The bat came swinging down and connected with the blocking forearm of Morrigan's Master.

'Ahh!' shouted Jon in reaction. However, it was just an expectation of pain. He realised a moment later that it didn't actually hurt that much. A malicious grin crept across his face. It was short lived. A loud smack sounded behind him. As he looked round in reaction he saw his companion falling to the ground beside him. The other man behind had whacked her hard in the back, the impact forcing her to the floor.

'How dare you hit my succubus!' shouted Jon in rage as he turned to face the two behind. A bat then smacked into his back, with little effect on Jon; he was standing in a balanced stance. He turned his head back and growled with fury. His eyes had become feral and his body tense. Another bat then smashed into his left shoulder. Morrigan had begun to stand back up; she was completely uninjured by the strike, the force alone had knocked her down. Jon's eyes turned yellow. His skin began to appear blue and his muscle-mass increased. His voice was deeper now, with a husky growl to it.

'No one...hits my succubus...' Suddenly blue hairs shot out from his skin, his hands grew and claws erupted from his fingers. His ears became pointed and long, teeth turned to fangs and his face stretched forward to become a muzzle. His entire body over-doubled in mass as his muscles split his shirt. His hair turned grey forming a mane and his body was covered in blue fur. Jon was now a werewolf.

Morrigan was now standing and smiling, pleased at his transformation.

'His natural demon form is a werewolf' she confirmed to herself in thought.

'Wh...what the hell are you?!' shouted Sean in shock and fear. All three men stepped back partially paralyzed. Morrigan performed a back-flip, landing in her original outfit; the black top, purple leggings with bat-design and arm-length beige gloves. The men looked at her, flabbergast. She leant forward slightly, clenching inwards, and then jolted backwards quickly as her wings shot out from her back and head. She then grinned at them with a toothy smile, displaying her fangs.

'What...what the fuck is this, what are you two?!' Sean said in panic.

'You picked the wrong pair to start a fight with' Morrigan said in her sexy seductive voice.

'Jealousy is one of the seven deadly sins' growled Jon, 'I'm going to punish you for believing that beating someone will restore your pride.'

'I'm...I'm sorry...please, I didn't mean any harm, seriously, please!' begged the man, stricken with fear.




Sun, Sea and Succubus



'You accidentally hit us with baseball bats?! Don't be ridICULOUS!' Jon's final word turned into a shout as he swung the back of his hand into the head of the man. The force knocked him to the side, smashing him into the wall of the secluded alley. The other two men turned to run. Black tentacles, formed from Morrigan's wings, grabbed them both, preventing their retreat. She pulled them back to her, throwing Austin over her shoulder to the ground and bringing the other, the one that smacked her in the back, up close to her.

'This is for cowardly attacking me from behind and knocking me to the ground' she said with a grin, as she threw him up into the air. Her right wing quickly came forward and aligned with her right arm forming a blade at the tip. She jumped in an uppercut, catching the man as he fell back down towards her. The blade cut through his chest as he screamed. Her wings then formed a mass of spears that stabbed through his entire body as she punched the air towards him with both fists. They retracted, dropping the man to the floor; Morrigan remained hovering in flight.

Jon walked over to the other man Morrigan had discarded and grabbed his face in the palm of his right hand. He dragged the man towards him by the head.

'I'm not a killer. Normally I'd never even get into a fight, but you caught me at a turning point in my life. I'll make sure you and your friends never harm an innocent person again. People like you are the scum of this Earth.' Jon had real hate in his words as he growled at the man. His victim trembled in wordless fear. Jon lifted the man up by the face. The man writhed and screamed, trying to remove Jon's grip with his hands tugging at Jon's fingers; the wolf's strength was grossly stronger than that of the man. With his left hand, claws close together, he forced his hand forward in one rapid strike, piercing the man straight through the gut. Blood spat from his mouth with a choking noise. Jon removed his hand and dropped the corpse. He turned to Sean who was regaining consciousness. A pathetic weak expression covered his face.

Jon suddenly felt a feral rage rise up through him. He gazed up at the moon which floated fully in the sky, unhidden by the few odd clouds floating about. He began to tense and shake violently, almost fit-like. He bore his fangs as his teeth clenched tightly together and with a sudden arch of his neck upwards, he let out a shrieking howl. A mystic force was felt all around as people within a mile radius felt a cold chill run down their spines and hairs stand on end. The very sky above ripped full of darkened grey clouds that seemed to envelop the clear view of the stars that existed previously. The moon was framed in grey patches and behind it, the night sky was a deep bloody purple.

Demonic eyes then looked down at Sean who was bringing himself to stand up, using a drain pipe to pull himself to his feet. Looking with absolute fear at the wolf before him, tears running down his dirt-covered face, he begged him with desperate tone for his life to be spared. It was not.

Jon suddenly leapt forward with razor-like yellow claws outstretched. They dug straight into his shoulders as his fanged maw clamped down around the neck of his victim. With inhuman force Jon pulled his hands down and back, severing the man's arms, and then with a flick of the neck and a release with his mouth, tossed the man into the air. He hit the wall and fell sharply down to the street again where he was pounced upon. Kneeling at his side, the werewolf began to rip furiously at the near lifeless body. The man's torso was decimated as guts were ripped and scattered all about the alley.

Jon then jumped to his feet and stepped back. Looking up again he let rip another howl, but this one carried a tone of release, a letting go of fury. As quickly as they had arrived, the thick grey clouds scattered and the sky regained its clear blackness. Everything was quiet.

'Morrigan, are you ok?' Jon asked, breathing heavily as he looked over the corpses.

'Of course' she replied. She had landed and stood facing him on the other side of the man she killed.

'Let's go home' Jon said.

'I'll fly us' she replied with a jump into the air, her wings flapped and she swooped, grabbed Jon from behind and flew up above the alley and buildings around. Soaring high to avoid sight, they flew quickly over the city to Jon's apartment block. Landing on his balcony he opened the door, walking in. He grabbed a towel and wiped the blood off his hands and face.

'What will we do about the bodies?' Jon asked as he looked down at the blood-soaked towel.

'I have already sent a message to the demon world, they will be cleared shortly' Morrigan replied. Jon threw the towel into the waste bin.

'So there's no evidence?'

'It will all be cleared.'

'...Ok.'

Jon had his back to Morrigan who still stood on the balcony outside. There was a silence. She performed a back-flip.

'Jon' Morrigan called to him softly; her seductive tone again. He turned to her, still a wolf.

Morrigan stood there, wings out, seductively clad in leather. She held a whip in her right hand, the end of it clasped in her left. A corset showed off her perfect figure; held together above the naval by two separate straps, secured with golden-coloured buckles. The tight garment exaggerated her already-perfect breasts making them seem ready to pop out. They were partially covered in quarter-pie shaped pieces that curved round towards her arms, leaving the cleavage and top half of the breasts in full view. The corset opened up at her naval towards the top of her thighs. Thin straps from that point led down to her crotch, supporting a very small cover for between her legs. Her entire left leg, right down to the ankle, was covered in a purple tight, just like her original costume, bat patterns included. Her right leg, from mid-thigh down, was covered in leather, supported at the top with three straps, all fastened with similar gold buckles. On her feet were sexy black stiletto boots that came up to the ankle. The heels were very high making the arch of her feet steep. Her arms were covered in black leather also, leading from just-below the shoulder to the back of her hands, looped around the middle finger. The shoulder-ends were kept in place by straps tied with golden buckles. Around her wrists, ankles and neck were thick straps with golden buckles also. She smiled at her canine master with sexual intent.

She released the tip of the whip and pulled back the handle. The black length danced about her feet like a snake as she lifted her arm in a ready-to-strike position.

'Get on the bed' Morrigan demanded. Jon was a bit shocked and failed to react in time. The cracking sound struck the same time as the slicing leather cut a shallow length across his bare muscular chest. Jon let out a noise sounding like the combination of a whimper and a howl. He stepped back with slight fear.

'Get on the bed' Morrigan repeated. Her patience was lesser this time and the long black whip flew, cracking and slicing the chest of the wolf once more. Jon winced and whimper-howled again. He stepped back, his feet hitting the edge of the bed, knocking him off balance and causing him to fall back onto the bed. The sight of the advancing succubus before him reminded him suddenly of their first meeting. He smiled a toothy smile in remembrance and then realised again that Morrigan was his and that she was acting freely, seeking her own pleasure as much as his. This is what he wanted; he knew now that Morrigan had become her own as much as his and that now she was acting in love and true affection, not just a slave obeying orders. He had what he desired.

The thick leather lashed quickly at his lower-legs. He started, crying out in another whimper-howl.

'Take off your clothing' Morrigan ordered with another step towards him. The wolf obeyed.

'Good boy, now kick them aside', Jon did as he was told. Beneath the concealing pair of torn pants and underwear, Jon's new form revealed that he was larger physically in all areas. His wolf-cock stood massive and erect before his new master.

'Mmm, good boy' Morrigan said. Her eyes transfixed on his massive phallus.

'Lie fully on the bed' she ordered, cracking the whip again, this time across his chest. The wolf howled with a sudden shriek of pain; Morrigan and Jon both knew the wounds would quickly heal, but at that moment, Jon was fully into the submissive position. Jon shifted back.

Morrigan climbed onto the bed at the foot standing with legs either side of Jon's body. She looked down at her slave as he looked up at her feebly. She tossed the whip onto the pillow besides his head. She then bent down at the waist, laying her hands on his chest and then wormed the rear of her body down also. The firm leather covering her crotch stroked sharply along Jon's long hard cock as she moved along him, looking down at the wolf the whole time.

'Raise your arms behind your head, against the headboard' Morrigan said, the wolf complied. Using the length of the whip, she tied his hands to the metal frame. She smiled with seductive satisfaction. Her hands came down and unfastened the crotch-cover; it was fastened onto the corset with two straps on both her rear and front. Removing the garment and discarding it away from the bed, she raised her pussy over Jon's mouth.

'Lick me'.

The long moist warm tongue of the submissive werewolf pushed firmly up against the soft folds of her vagina. A long wide hot stroke of textured muscle stroked completely across the succubus' opening. She clenched the metal frame of the headboard, eyes closed as she released a heavy-breathed moan; forgetting her dominatrix role. Another lapping, then another and Morrigan continued to writhe in pleasure above him. Her head arched back with her stifling breaths as she pushed down onto his tongue with her body. The wet muscle entered her.

Curving to fit inside the tube-like passageway of her orifice, Jon's tongue covered a full half-circle of the sensitive inner-flesh. The length of his canine tongue also allowed him in deep and he pushed it into her to its maximum depth, Morrigan's complying movement downwards ensured he could go no further without his fanged teeth biting at her skin.

Morrigan was now very wet, her body quickly preparing her for sex. She flowed with lubricating juices, straight into Jon's mouth as his thick wolf tongue lapped around inside her. Curving the tip back like a hook, he then pulled out mostly until just over an inch inside her. The tip hit her spot.

Morrigan shuddered in a sudden reflex of intense satisfaction. Her Master's tongue was toying at her G-spot. The warmth, moistness and texture of it was perfect for stimulating her and he controlled his oral muscle with expert movements. Each lap of his tongue was fast and on-target. She grabbed down at the back of his head trying desperately to ensure he didn't stop. Her moaning was now loud and uncontrolled and she almost screamed as his tongue fucked her.

Her breaths were rapid now and she was reaching climax. Jon's cock throbbed behind her but she didn't notice. Her eyes were tightly shut, hands clinging to the back of his head and crotch rhythmically thrusting back and forth to his tongue movements. Her mouth still moved, but no sound escaped. Her moans could be lip-read but no longer heard. She tensed suddenly and came. Her thicker warm orgasmic juice flowed out from her, down Jon's unceasing tongue and into his throat. He swallowed at moments between licks.

Morrigan moved back away from Jon's head, her pussy covered in a mix of saliva and her own juices. She remembered herself.

'Good boy' she complimented, her tone now only faking a hold of any power over him; she knew she had just submitted to his tongue.

'Now I shall reward you for your excellent work, behold my womanhood, I give it to you, I shall let you penetrate my body so that you may experience absolute pleasure!'

Morrigan's half-leather covered hand grasped his massive warm penis and aimed it towards her soaking entry. Her clitoris was throbbing and hyper-sensitive from her intense orgasm. Still she wanted him inside her, she needed it, she hungered him. Moving back slowly she let his thick long cock push the skin of her labia apart as she continued down, rear-end first, towards his crotch. Jon let out a very slow deep moaning breath of satisfaction as ever-more of his new manhood was touched for the first time fully. Entry seemed to go on forever. The length was extreme and Morrigan had never been penetrated so deeply before. She winced as she tried to accommodate his massive cock. Finally she reached her limit.

'Jon! You're so deep, so amazingly deep. I can't take any more of you. Oh Gods it hurts, but it feels wonderful too!' she smiled with a crazed glorious grin as she rested her hands on his chest for support and begun to pound herself from above with fast movements up and down on the huge wolf-cock.

She stopped and then turned slowly in a half-circle, now facing away from Jon. She then continued with the motions from before, his curved dick now aiming upwards at the other side of her insides.

Morrigan continued to scream with crazed delight as she fucked rapidly her Master below. The heels from her tight black leather thigh-high boots glinted in the light from the room. Jon was welling-up from his new Master's quick clenching vaginal movements against his sensitive wide piece. She stopped once more to change position, now lying on top of him, leather-covered breasts pressed firmly against his tight muscular werewolf chest. She was almost feral, scratching, biting and licking her man while ever-moving up and down on him. She moaned with increased volume and pitch as she headed for a second climax. Jon too was nearly there. Sitting up again, knees for support, Morrigan was almost upright as she moved; only slightly leant back so her hands could support her clinging firmly on Jon's legs.

They moaned in tandem quickly, breathing heavily with excited noises. And then climax. Jon gushed with ejaculate into Morrigan as she flowed with warm pleasure. The two came simultaneously in what felt like an intrinsic connection, feeling and sensing each other's wonderful moment of build-up and release.

Panting, Morrigan dismounted and sat on his stomach, his deflating cock flopping moist against her backside. She looked into his wolf face smiling affectionately and then lay down atop him. Jon too caught his breath as he broke free from the wrist binding with a sudden tug of strength; the whip had somewhat loosened from the motion of their sex already.

As his mind settled down from its past few hours of racing since the alleyway confrontation, Jon's body slowly returned back to normal. Morrigan moved to now lie beside him, his arm around her and hers resting on his chest.

'So I'm a werewolf?' he asked rhetorically, 'I guess they do exist then.'

'There is a lot to show you of my world Jon' Morrigan replied.

'This is going to be hard to explain to my parents' he said with a brief laugh.

'I'd love to meet Mr. and Mrs. Talbain. I'll have to make sure not to give off any pheromones, otherwise your father will fall for me too' Morrigan said with a naughty smile.

'Hey! That's not funny! I do not want that image in my head thanks.' He tugged on the collar around Morrigan's neck, pulling her on top of him. 'You're mine and only mine' he told her with a grin.

'Of course Master, I'm your slave.'

~ The End ~