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Succubus Ch. 01

By: horde



Most 80-somethings would not be cruising bars trying to pick up men to take home and fuck. But then, most octogenarians don't look and feel like they're only on the wrong end of their forties. Charlotte Biers would have been pretty if she looked five years younger. On the other hand, she looked damned good for 83. Her face had begun to sag, along with her body. Her skin was beginning to look a little leathery and already showed the first signs of crinkling. She seemed twice as old as the youngsters that normally frequented this bar. Yet she was still confident of finding a mate for the night. She liked her men young and inexperienced. Less risk of infection that way – and kids were easy to seduce. Besides, young sperm had the most life force in it.

She spotted her prey on her second circuit around the room. He wore geeky glasses, and his prematurely thinning hair was combed forward in an attempt to hide the problem. There was no one sitting next to him. In fact, the seats on both sides of him were empty – unlikely to be mere coincidence in such a crowded bar. Charlotte looked at him pointedly as she sat down next to him. She could already smell the alcohol before he even turned to talk to her. The 100-proof breath he blasted at her as he finally acknowledged her nearly knocked Charlotte off of her chair. She figured that this would be like taking candy from a baby. And it was – had anyone been timing her, they would have found that she had him out the door in under 60 seconds.

Charlotte drove them both back to her place. He mumbled something about a car, but she ignored him. He was too drunk to even consider driving a car. Charlotte doubted that he could even manage to get the key in the ignition. In fact, he was a lot drunker than she had originally thought. When they arrived at her house, he puked in her azaleas. Twice. She wrestled him inside and cleaned him up in her guest bathroom. He attempted an apology, but was cut off by yet another heave. She just barely aimed him at the toilet in time.

When it finally seemed like he was done throwing up, she dragged him into the guest bedroom. Charlotte stripped his clothes off. He attempted to help, but was so ineffectual that she had to slap him hard across the face to make him stop. Soon, they were both naked and Charlotte had his uncooperative dick in her mouth. It remained stubbornly flaccid despite her efforts, and when she heard his snores, she gave up and just threw the covers onto him. 

While he slept, Charlotte went through his wallet. There were only $23 dollars in it, and his license identified him as Thad Kroener. Although the night was a loss, Charlotte was determined not to waste this one's life force. Despite his obvious nerdiness, his body was broad and hard - not cut or built like the jocks and frat boys she usually saw at the college bar, yet still no stranger to the gym. Maybe, she fantasized, he could stay for a few days. She could sure use the sex.

Charlotte was married when she discovered her strange power. While her husband aged, some would even say prematurely, she hardly changed at all. Through trial and error, she discovered that she could absorb the life force of men through their sperm. Wherever their cum landed on her, it felt warm and tingly. Shots of semen on the back of her throat in the depths of her vagina were particularly invigorating. As long as she kept having sex, she aged little. Eventually, Tom got too old and tired to meet her needs, and she began to step out. He discovered her faithlessness in short order, and that was the end of the marriage. 

Then Charlotte began to find the limits of her power. She got pregnant. Unwilling to risk losing her power in a back alley abortion, she opted to keep the baby and give it up for adoption. The baby sapped mercilessly at her own life force, aging her nearly a decade during her months of pregnancy. And worst of all, she loved the damn thing. That was over fifty years ago, and she still cried for that lost baby.

She gained the most life force when the sperm was put into her vagina – depending on where she was in her cycle. During her period, she got nearly nothing. Blow jobs were less powerful than intercourse. However, the risk of pregnancy and disease made that the better option. Safe sex of any sort was out of the question by the very nature of her gift. Condoms prevented her from even touching the sperm, and spermicides in general seemed to neutralize the life force in the semen. Not to mention that she could absorb no life force when she was sick. She had already had gonorrhea several times and the clap once – each time aging rapidly until the infection was removed. 

So her solution was to find lonely, inexperienced geeks like this one. Give them blow jobs for as long as she could and then move on to the next one. Charlotte kept a close watch on her menstrual cycle and would occasionally let them fuck her when the timing was right. So far, there had been no further pregnancies. It was risky, but the charge of energy and youth was worth it. But despite all of her efforts, time was slowly catching up to her. Charlotte wondered how long it would be before no amount of sex would revive her.

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Thad woke up dazed. The morning sunlight streamed into his eyes from the open windows. He had no idea of where he was or why he was naked. But the bed was warm and his head rang from the excesses of the previous night. He closed his sensitive eyes against the light and tried to remember what happened. Then he felt something touch his thigh. He screamed, jumping up a little in the bed.

"Calm down," Charlotte said, "It's just me."

"Who?"

"Charlotte, from last night. The girl whose azaleas you ruined with your vomit." Thad groaned.

"I'm so sorry – I'll make it up to you."

"Then relax and let me do this."

Thad wondered what she was going to do, but then he felt the warmth of her mouth surround his cock. Closing his eyes again, he resolved to have more dreams like this in the future.

This time, Charlotte found that Thad was able to respond to her ministrations. He grew nice and thick in her mouth and was spurting in only a few minutes. She always wondered why the geeks had the big dicks. She had gotten too old and too plain lately to attract the jocks and frat boys, but when she had, she couldn't help but notice the lack of endowment.

The cum in her mouth and throat was better than coffee for her. It heated with a cold fire, like mint tea. Thad began to snore again shortly after his orgasm, and Charlotte let him be while she did some work around the house. When he woke up, she sucked him off again. With a big smile on his face, he thanked her profusely with genuine attraction in his eyes. She had not seen that from a man in a long time, and combined with the youthful feelings from the shots of life energy, she felt a tenderness towards this kid that she hadn't felt towards a male in many years.

Thad offered to cook breakfast, and was surprising good. He made quesadillas, explaining that it was the only dish he knew how to make. Charlotte asked him if this was what Hispanics ate for breakfast. He laughed hard, shooting orange juice out of his nose.

"I'm from California," he explained. "We do this sometimes for breakfast, but usually it's pancakes or cereal or something normal like that. And I am not Hispanic."

Charlotte laughed then too. And she got under the table and drained his cock for the third time that morning.

"I love it when you do that. But why? I've never met a woman like you before."

"Maybe I like it. Maybe it's too risky to do anything else. Maybe I just like you."

He blushed. It brought out his dimples, and Charlotte smiled back at him. They did the dishes together and Thad told her about how his fiancée had just cheated on him. Digging the engagement ring out of his pocket, he showed it to Charlotte. He held it so gently, her heart went out to him. The ring must have brought up some bad memories, and he began to cry. Charlotte, not very experienced in these situations, did the first thing that popped into her mind: she pulled down his pants and sucked him off.

That solved the problem. 

"I'm going to have trouble staying upset at Anne, if you keep giving me blowjobs all the time," he said. Charlotte laughed. 

They ended up spending the whole weekend together. It was nice for Charlotte to have somebody to keep her company, and he fixed up a bunch of things around the house. By the end of the weekend, though, his cock had been sucked so often, he would cover his crotch with his hands anytime that she moved towards him. He left Monday morning, but they exchanged phone numbers and agreed to meet again. Everyone at work remarked on Charlotte's complexion the next day. She rarely got this much life force at one time, and she could feel it charging through her and taking away the ravages of time.

She called him Wednesday night. The old feeling of age had begun to creep back into her bones and she wanted a boost. And, as hard as it was to admit to herself, she missed him. Charlotte drove over to his apartment and hungrily slurped up his come. Then they went to dinner and afterwards she did it again. It went on like this for a couple of weeks, and by then, Thad and Charlotte were regularly going out on dates. Thad, being a student could not afford much, but he did what he could. The rest of the time, Charlotte enjoyed being in charge and planning the dates. He spent most nights in her bed. Although they fooled around quite a bit, she never let him fuck her.

Thad turned out to be a great guy. He was funny, smart and easy to look after. Charlotte missed him when he was gone. But all the blowjobs had begun to show in his features. His hairline was receding a lot faster and his face had matured. Charlotte felt sorry about that, but he seemed so happy with her. One night, he asked to have sex with her. Charlotte looked at him, laying beside her in bed, and explained that she was allergic to both the pill and to spermicides, so there would be no protection against pregnancy. She had told him this before, but this was the first time that he had actually asked for intercourse.

"What if there was another way?" he asked her. Charlotte shot him a blank look. "What if we could have sex, but there was no way that you could get pregnant?"

"What do you mean?"

"Let me show you. There's no artificial protections needed – you'll see."

Charlotte felt sorry for him, and she liked him so much that she decided to let him try this new idea. She knew she could stop him if he started to do anything stupid.

Thad put out his arms and pulled her to him. They hugged and then started to kiss. His hands gently explored her body, and his penis began to stiffen as he found his favorite places on her. He moved his mouth down to her breasts, where he had gotten to be a master at arousing her. Soon, she was soaking through the bed sheets. Then he pulled out the massage oil from the nightstand on her side of the bed. Thad flipped her over and straddled her legs. He poured a generous stream of oil on Charlotte's back. She squealed as the cold oil hit her. He began to massage her back, and Charlotte reveled in his strong, soft hands. He found that bad spot on her shoulder and massaged the tension away. Her back, straighter now that she was getting so much semen, felt ten years younger as he worked on it. Charlotte closed her eyes and relaxed enjoying the sensations of his hands working on her body.

Then he moved down to her ass. He rubbed the cheeks and the crack, sometimes even kissing the soft globes. It felt good, like the massage had, but also sensual. Charlotte's pussy, which had dried up during the massage, began to flow with juices again. Thad spread her cheeks and shifted up slightly on her body, until his dick was positioned between her cheeks. He kneaded them and began to slowly move up and down along her crack. Charlotte felt like he deserved a special treat, but it was the wrong time of the month to allow him inside of her. She thought about perhaps letting him use a condom. She could claim that it had no spermicide or something. Then she felt more cold oil flowing in her ass crack. Thad was thrusting a little harder and oil was squelching between them. It overflowed her ass and began to drip down around her pussy and over the top of her ass and down her sides.

Thad stopped moving and bent down over her back, kissing the nape and sides of her neck, where she was sensitive. She felt his hot breath on her neck and ears. He moved a little on top of her, and she felt his cock slide down a little in her crack. It touched her asshole. She felt his finger exploring there. There was a slight pressure and suddenly, his finger was inside of her. She gasped at the unexpected intrusion. She had never taken it in the ass before. He continued to give her warm kisses on the sides of her neck as he gently moved his finger in and out of her rosebud.

It was an interesting feeling, and there was a spot that actually even felt good as he brushed his fingertip up against it. Charlotte realized that he planned to fuck her in the ass. That was how they would avoid pregnancy. It seemed like a waste of good cum to her, but she really did want to reward Thad for being so good to her. She felt like she owed him something as well, for all of the life force that she had stolen. His finger kept going in and out and Charlotte's pussy leaked a little faster. The thought of doing something that was both new and dirty was starting to turn her on. She felt his penis grow and harden and wiggled her ass back at him.

The hairs on his chest tickled her back as he began to slowly thrust his dick into the region right between her pussy and her ass. 

"Hold on," he told her, slicking up his middle finger with the massage oil still in her crack. He slipped it in next to his index finger and Charlotte squealed with pain. The second finger was stretching her sphincter much too fast. 


"I'm sorry," he breathed, but both fingers stayed in her ass. They moved in and out slowly and Charlotte got used to the increased size. More carefully this time, Thad gently moved a third finger in. He took his time and kept up his attentions on her neck. It was painful, but not unbearably so. His fingers were also rubbing across something that felt pretty good. After a couple minutes of three fingers, her asshole had relaxed and she barely felt the pain.

"You can fuck me now," she told him, her blue eyes looking at him over her shoulder.

"You sure?" he asked with a look of concern.

She nodded and turned her head away from him, lifting up her hips to give him better access to her ass. He moved his fingers in and out a couple of more times and then eased them out of her. There was an odd feeling of cold outside air invading her rectum, but his cock, huge with anticipation, immediately replaced the fingers. She knew how big he could get when he was truly turned on, and she began to worry about how that giant mushroom head was going to enter such a small hole.

But his fingers had done a good job and she felt the tip of his cock invade her easily and without pain. Only a fraction of an inch was in her and she felt him put a steady pressure behind his cock. He did not push very hard, just kept up enough pressure to slowly move his member into her well-lubed opening. She felt herself stretching slowly, with the weird feeling of taking a dump in reverse. More and more of the head pushed its way in her and the stretching of her hole became uncomfortable and painful. She winced and bit her lip, but did not say anything so that Thad would not be discouraged. She really wanted to do this for him.

Then her hole just snapped down. His head had made it through, and now her hole was wrapped around the thinner shaft. He felt it too, as she felt him stiffen up above her. It was still painful, but at a manageable level and Charlotte wiggled her hips slightly, feeling him move inside of her. She felt like she had to go to the bathroom and, just for fun, tried pushing out. His cock twitched, sending a jabbing pain inside of her, but he gasped, "Yes! Do that again!"

They slowly fucked like that. It was a new feeling and despite the pain, she felt a tiny little orgasm inside of her as the large head of his dick massaged her intestinal walls. He came quite quickly, taking only a few thrusts before his penis was twitching inside of her. 

She felt his cum splash against her rectal walls and screamed at the white-hot sensation. Her entire ass was seared from the inside. Cum continued to dribble out of his cock and she could feel it pooling like liquid fire inside of her. Energy shot upward from her crotch all the way to the top of her head. It was the most amazing thing that she had ever felt. It was as if she had injected his life force directly into her bloodstream. She never knew that it could be so good. 

"Oh my God, baby, are you ok?" she heard the worry in his voice. For a moment, she couldn't speak, the sensations in her body distracting her. He squirmed above her, trying to get his dick out of her burning ass. But she clamped down with her asshole.

"No, darling, leave it in. I want to milk all the cum out of it. That was amazing!"

"You – you liked it?" 

"We'll have to do this again sometime." That got his attention. Her ass ached with pain, but the direct injection of life force into her made it unimportant. She felt energized, invigorated, ready to take on the entire world. And also very horny.

She put her hand on his thigh, and with gentle pressure, got him to ease slowly out of her ass. Then, with one hand grasping his dick and the other covering her gaping hole to prevent any sperm from leaking out, she led him to the bathroom. 

Turning on the shower, she said, "let's get cleaned up and then you can give me a proper orgasm." He got in first, and Charlotte followed when she felt confident that her ass had recovered. They headed back to bed, where he spent quite some time with his head between her thighs. After several of her own satisfactions, she gave him a good, long blowjob, milking as much cum as she could out of his cock.

Succubus Ch. 01



Alex's finger slipped into the tarnished ring seemingly of its own volition as he dipped his hand into the box of old jewelry in the back of the cramped antique shop. He pulled his hand out and looked at the ring, idly pushing it back past his knuckle the rest of the way onto the ring finger of his right hand. It looked like it might have been a signet ring, the heaviness and size of the piece obviously meant for a man's hand, but the whole thing was so tarnished, it was impossible to tell what metal it was made of let alone what the incuse signet in the top was meant to represent. 

Whatever it was, it certainly wasn't an appropriate gift for his mother, the ostensible reason he was poking through this antique shop. He tugged on the ring but it didn't budge. He tugged again, twisting the ring, but succeeded only in bunching the skin of his finger up around his knuckle. I'll ask the clerk if she has any hand lotion. he thought to himself.

He continued to idly work at it while looking around the rest of the shop, his eyes finally settling on an antique Victorian cameo brooch that he knew his mother would love. He took his prize up to the front of the shop, winding his way between the furniture that crowded the sales area.

The clerk behind the counter was a curvaceous blonde in her late twenties and the vintage dress she wore exposed a goodly amount of cleavage. She smiled at him as he approached and Alex's ears burned, sure that she knew he was undressing her with his eyes. Thoughts of asking for some hand lotion to remove the ring vanished as he searched for his voice and fought to keep from dropping his eyes to the expanse of soft skin revealed to him.

"How much for the brooch, um, and the ring," he asked. She took his hand to examine the ring, sending an electric thrill through him that reached to his toes but seemed to concentrate somewhat higher.

"The brooch is forty dollars, and I'll include the ring with it. I don't even know what it was doing out on the sales floor, it's in such sad condition. Do you really like it?" she asked. He nodded mutely then managed to stammer out a response.

"I-I thought it might clean up nicely." He quickly paid for the brooch and the clerk wrapped it and tucked it into a small gift box for him. As she handed him the box, her fingers brushed his hand again and he felt his ears burning as he went outside to his car.

"God, Alex," he chided himself "you're 32 years old, not some schoolboy." Part of the problem, he mused, was that he hadn't gotten laid in the almost four years since Vicky had left. I still miss her, dammit. he thought. He had been ready to pop the question nearly four years ago, but she told him she needed to find herself. Apparently this meant joining the Peace Corps and moving to Africa. For nearly three years he was faithful to her, then, about a year ago, he got a letter saying she was getting married to one of her coworkers He put the car in gear and drove off.





Succubus Ch. 01



"Please..." she moaned and spread her thighs. He moved to kneel between her legs, taking his time. He moved his lips to her other nipple, suckling on it gently too while she squirmed. He finally began kissing down over her flat stomach, his hands going under her thighs and wrapping around to stroke her soft skin. His kissed over her abdomen, the fragrance of her arousal becoming stronger as he approached her wet sex. He smiled and kissed over her hairless mons. "Oh, please..." she gasped softly again.

He smiled to himself as he moved further down and nipped the soft skin of her inner thigh with his teeth. She jumped and moaned, bringing her hands to his head, running her fingers through his short dark hair and trying to pull his head closer to where she desperately wanted his tongue. 

He kissed her inner thighs, teasing her as she had teased him, slowly approaching her sex. He finally could resist no longer and licked her folds, already a deep pink, tasting her. She moaned and whispered, "Yes..." as his tongue touched her. It had been so long since he had gone down on a woman, and her aroma and taste were heady. He licked her again and again, lightly parting her folds with his tongue, tasting her deeply. He worked his way up to the top of her folds and flicked his tongue over her hood. She jerked and moaned, so he did it again, smiling. He teased around her clit then and moved back away, her fingers tightening in his hair impatiently.

He worked back up again, then attacked her clit in earnest, dragging his tongue flattened out over her hood over and over. Her hips raised off the bed and her head moved back and forth. He took her sensitive bud between his lips and flicked his tongue over it inside his mouth and she arched off the bed, her thighs clamping around his head as she came to a crashing climax. He continued to lick her until her thighs loosened their hold on his head. It was her turn to lie back on the bed, panting.

He noticed that during the time he had been licking her, his cock had return to hardness. He lifted his face and moved up her body, his legs still between hers, his hard cock, lying between them, pressing against her sex. He supported himself above her on his elbows and leaned down to kiss her. She opened her eyes and put her arms around him, returning his kiss enthusiastically, then began to lick her own wetness off of his face. He moved his hips, rubbing his cock against her wetness.

"Oh, goddess, Alex," she groaned, "I have to have you inside me." He smiled and continued to rub himself against her slowly. She wrapped her legs around his waist, exclaiming 'In, in! Now!" He moved his hips and felt cock wedge against her opening then pushed forward in one smooth stroke, burying himself completely. She was so aroused and wet, he had no trouble entering her, but her pussy gripped him firmly once he was inside. They both moaned at the sensation.

He rocked his hips, withdrawing from her a little ways, then pushing back in. He felt her flex the muscles inside her pussy, giving him a little squeeze as he stroked into her slowly. He'd already cum once this evening, but he didn't know how long he'd last with this kind of stimulation. He lengthened his strokes, withdrawing almost all the way from within her then thrusting back into her to the hilt and she began to moan and pant.

"Faster," she gasped, "please fuck me faster." her arms and legs around him held him tighter and he felt her hard little nipples rubbing against his chest.

"I always try to oblige a lady" he murmured in his best southern accent. She giggled then moaned loudly as he began to thrust into her faster, each stroke burying him to the hilt into her tight, sopping pussy. He could feel another climax building slowly deep inside his pelvis, and the way she was moaning he thought hers was approaching too.

He continued to thrust deep into her in a fast but steady rhythm. He felt like he could keep it up all night as she moaned and writhed beneath him. Her hold on him became tighter and tighter and he picked up his pace yet again, pounding into her. His entire consciousness seemed like it poured into his cock and he could feel his climax approaching more rapidly. She thrashed her head from side to side then screamed, her back arching and her pussy clamping around him like a silken covered hand squeezing him hard.

The tightness of her pussy was too much and he pushed into her hard one last time and his cock pulsed inside her, sending his hot seed into her depths. Each spasm felt like molten metal pouring through his cock, and it seemed to go on forever. He lay on top of her, still buried within her, panting. He slowly recovered and carefully rolled over onto his side, withdrawing from within her with a wince and a wet sound. He pulled the sheet up over them and she snuggled into his arms and her lips curved in a smile, her eyes closed. Her breathing slowed and deepened, taking on the even rhythm of sleep. He studied the face of the beautiful creature in his arms for a long time before he too drifted off into sleep's gentle embrace.





Succubus Ch. 01



She watched him. He must have been having some pretty fantastic dreams, the way he kept moaning, tossing and turning. She then realized that's because she was there. For her, the act of copulation was nothing more than a means to an end, a way to survive. She might as well be reading a book for all the excitement and pleasure it gave her. She thought on this for a moment and decided that next time she'd bring a book, then yawned out of boredom. With mild interest she watched him tense for a moment, then snuggle under the covers with a smile on his face. "Yay," she thought to herself, mentally checked him off of a list, and disappeared in a puff of ember.

- - -

Later that night, she crept into another house, further down the street. Or she would have if she had to creep, which she didn't. One by one, burning embers filled the air of a small bedroom. After a few moments, they began to bob and weave around, eventually forming a vortex of sorts. Within this vortex a doorway formed to the nether realms, and out through this doorway she stepped. 

She looked around her in irritation as the embers flew about her. She held up one of her milky white hands above her head, snapped her red-polished fingers, and the embers froze in place. Suddenly, it was as if a black hole had formed in the center of the room and all the embers zipped through the nothingth of an opening and out of existence. She smirked to herself in amazement that that had never once awoken anyone.

Moonlight fell across the room from slatted window blinds, casting a magical glow over everything. Across the room she saw her target, all sprawled out on top of the covers, resting on a nice four poster bed. He was probably no more than 22 or 23. She watched as he breathed deeply, obviously fast asleep, and licked her lips. Then, with a heavy sigh, she crossed the room.

At the foot of the bed, she stopped, watching him. He was lying on his stomach, his arms crooked around in an almost impossible position, his sandy hair in a great disarray. "Well, this'll never do," she said with a frown. Her heels clicked as she strode around to the side of the bed, shafts of silken light illuminating creamy, pale thighs.

Bending over, she couldn't see his face. It was stuffed into a ridiculously fluffy pillow. She frowned again, reached down, and grasped him gently by the shoulder with one hand and his knee with the other. Pushing ever so gently he began to roll over to his right. After a moment, his body decided to take over, and he fell over, with a flop, unto his back. 

He was fairly well built, she mused. She pulled a small book from a satchel and double-checked the name: "Scott W-_--s_n". Ugh, she couldn't read the last name. Her handwriting was horrible, but she was pretty sure this was the guy she'd picked. With a sigh, she returned the book to her satchel, and leaned down.

She hovered only an inch away from his face and closed her eyes. Gently, she blew into his open mouth, a perfumed mist escaping her lips. He breathed this in fully and seemed to fall into a deeper state of sleep. Once she was satisfied that he was asleep, and going to stay that way, she slipped out of her skin tight pants, removed her satchel, and clambered onto the soft covers of the bed.

She noticed that he wore boxers and said "thank you!" out loud. Briefs gave her too much trouble. Too much to fiddle with. With a deft motion, she had his member exposed and ready for action. She straddled him, wishing she'd remembered to bring a book and stifled a yawn. She paused mid-yawn when she heard him groan and move restlessly. 

After moment, she relaxed, and let the rest of the yawn out, smacking her lips afterwards. No one had ever woken in the centuries that she'd been doing what she did. How long had it been exactly? Something like 500 years, give or take a decade or two. Hmm, it seemed to go by so quickly.

Suddenly, she felt a touch on her arm, scaring her half to death, and breaking her out of her train of thought. She instinctively reached out and flicked on the light next to the bed. The small desk lamp first illuminated the small bedside table on which is was perched, then the bed, then the man whom she was straddling, then his outreached hand, then her snowy white breast, which the hand happened to be gripping.

"Hey!" she said in shock, pulling herself backwards.

The man recoiled his hand instantly, shielding his eyes from the blinding light. His brow was furled for a moment. Apparently the blaring white light hurt his eyes. After a moment, he opened them, but just a little. His eyes then proceeded to open wide, as his jaw fell comically open. She thought, "if they open any wider, they might pop out of his head."

She watched with some bemusement as he looked her over, first starting with her long, flowing dark hair. Hair so black, it looked blue in the light. Then he turned his attention to her smooth, pale skin, with nary a blemish. Her lips blazed with the color of candied cherries. He then moved downward toward her black, snugly fitting corset, her ample breasts, and her trim abdomen. His eyes continued to sink lower to where their bodies met, where she was wearing nothing at all. A grin slowly crept onto his face. She frowned.

She cleared her throat, putting her hands on her hips. "What do you think you're doing?" she said, tilting her head to one side.

The man looked up with eyes that saw an oncoming truck instead of a beautiful woman. He stammered, "I... um... well, you see... er....", but nothing coherent came out.

"I... um... well, you see... er...." she mocked, tilting her head to the other side, her hair spilling over her shoulder, exposing the tip of one of her small, but pointed ears.

He continued to stare at her in confusion for a moment but finally managed to say, "I... um, was, sleeping."

"Yes, were. That's the whole problem, mister. You're awake. You're supposed to be asleep, but here we are, having this conversation."

He lay there in silence for a few moments. "Well, you're, uh... you're, um..." he said with a smile that was probably meant to be genuine, but instead looked nervous. She liked this guy already.

"I'm what?" she asked in a huff, leaning down toward his face.

"You're riding me?" he said, the same smile on his face, his mouth pulling taught in a smirk on one side, exposing his teeth. She scoffed. This was just too much.

"Oh, so because I'm riding you," she gestured with both hands toward her crotch, "which I'm actually not, you're awake? Is that what you're saying? That it's my fault?" she snorted, her brow cinching in the middle. She leaned down so close to his face, that their noses almost touched.

That was technically a half truth. She had fully planned on riding him, or at least having him inside her. He had started getting hard, but Mr. Wakey Pants apparently woke up. She stayed like that for a few moments more and, just as he was about to say something, she quickly sat upright.

She cinched her mouth, then looked down at him. A sigh escaped her lips and she let her arms fall, relaxed, down to her sides. "You know this really throws a monkey wrench into everything, right?" she said, raising her eyebrows. "You were supposed to be asleep, Scott. I get in, do my thing, and I get out," she finished with a shrug.

"Do what?" the man asked, wincing. Then his eyes widened, "Hey, how do you know my name?"

A look of incredulity crossed her face as she answered, "to fuck you?" in a tone to match.

"Fuck me?" Scott said in wide-eyed disbelief.

"Yes, to fuck you. You do know what fucking is right? You know: screw, bang, get off, get it on, get laid, poontang, shag, pork, nooky, whoopee. Seriously?" she said, throwing her hands in the air and rolling her eyes. 

Scott didn't understand any of this, apparently. "Ok, I get it, I get it," he said in a hurt tone of voice.  "You're here to fuck me."

Her face softened. "Look, I'm sure you're a really sweet guy and everything, but the fact is I was supposed to get in and get out. You weren't even supposed to know about it and it's kinda got me in a bind."

"Why?"

She let out another sigh and said, "We try to stay in the shadows and not draw attention to ourselves."

"We? But, who are you?" he asked shrugging his shoulders.

"My name is unpronounceable in your tongue."

"What are you talking about?" he asked, obviously still lost. After a second, an apparently more pertinent question came to mind, "What are you?"

"I am a succubus," she said with a flourish.

"A what?"

"Do they not teach anyone anything in school anymore", he told the ceiling in a low voice. Her eyes came back to rest on his face and then she added, "Yes. A succubus. If you don't know what one is, it's far too complicated to go into that whole business right now."

Scott burst out laughing. "Are you kidding me?" he said, choking back more laughter.

The cross look returned to her face as Scott continued laughing. After a moment, she placed a hand on his chest and with the other gestured to her back with her thumb. "Check the wings, sport."

The smile was instantly swept from his face as she exposed a pair of large, leathery wings protruding from her back. She sat upright and stretched them to their full width.

Scott lay there dumbfounded for a moment, a twitch at the corner of his mouth. Then, suddenly, he began flailing about trying to get away from her. He cried out. He flailed ineffectually one way, and then equally ineffectually in another, and then tried both at the same time.

She quickly cupped her hand over his mouth, to quieten his cries, and shushed him. "Be quiet!" His reaction was the opposite that she had expected. She might as well have said, "I've come for your soul, Scott!" as he had redoubled his efforts. She knew that no matter how hard he tried, he could not throw her off of him, nor could he move out from under her. Until this whole business was concluded, he was staying right where he was.

Sighing, she tried tried again, "Ssssh, it's okay," this time with a smile. "It's okay, I'm not going to hurt you."

Finally he gave up the fight and went limp, breathing hard. He lay there, head to it's side, chewing on his lip. "What are you going to do to me?" he said in a weak voice.

She gently said in his ear, "I thought I made that abundantly clear. I'm here to fuck you."

"But I thought you said I wasn't supposed to be awake," he said, still not looking at her.

"That's right, you weren't," she replied.

"That can't be the only reason your here," he said, apparently studying the side of the nightstand in minute detail.

She reached under his chin with a pale hand, and gently rolled his head over. His eyes, however, refused to look at her so he stared over her right shoulder, instead. "I'm going to level with you: the reason you're supposed to be asleep is that we, the succubi that is, syphon off a tiny bit of your life force to keep ourselves alive."

This didn't provoke a response.

"And when I say tiny, I mean really tiny. It's like the difference between living to be 90 years old and living to be 89.99 years old," she said, stroking his hair, trying to reassure him.

"But I'll miss my 90th birthday," he said with a quiet sob.

"Okay, bad analogy," she said loudly, raising back up. "But you get the point. You won't even notice."

"You don't have to have sex with me, do you? Can't you find someone else?" he asked in a doubtful voice.

She shrugged. "Of course, I could, but I chose you. And once I choose someone, that's the one I have to be with. That's the rules, kiddo. However, from what I'm feeling inside of me, I don't think you want me to go," she said with a half-cocked grin.

Despite the struggling, despite the fear, despite everything, he was getting hard. She could feel him growing inside of her, her sex beginning to tighten around him.

He finally looked at her. "You promise it won't hurt?"

She made an "X" over her heart and said, "I promise it won't hurt." With a smirk, she added, "unless you want it to."

With that, she leaned down, scooped up his head in her hands, and kissed him on the mouth with her fiery lips. It was a long passionate kiss. She could feel a warmth spreading through her body. She rose, slightly, and her green eyes penetrated into his soul. She was hungry. She hadn't felt like this in so long. She kissed him again, more forcefully. 

At long last, she sat back up. "I'm impressed. Not bad at all, Scott" she said.

Gasping for breath he finally managed to say, "Uh, thanks."

"And your cock's not too bad either." she said with a wink. She could feel his now hard cock deep inside her, her pussy gripping him tightly.

She reached down, with one of her alabaster hands, and gently picked up his right hand, placing it on her chest. He splayed his fingers out over the swell of her breast, trapped under the tight material, and then gently squeezed. To someone used to this sort of thing, it might have meant nothing, but to her it drove her hunger to a honed edge. She closed her eyes, let out a moan. Her eyes flicked back open, fire burning within them, and licked her lips. This only seemed to further encourage him. So much the better. He gave her breast another tentative squeeze. Her mind was reeling and she sucked in a sharp intake of air. She was enjoying it, after the long decades. 

He continued massaging her breast for a while, until she finally plucked his hand off of her breast. "Here, let me help you," she said, and reached behind her back. She fumbled with the clasp of her corset like a nervous schoolgirl making out for the first time. With one last pull, the corset came free, falling down and covering his face. She deftly picked it up and tossed over her shoulded.

She smiled to herself. Scott must have liked what he saw. And why not? Her body was perfect. Her breasts weren't too big, nor too small, firm, with hard nipples the same color of her lips. She was thin, almost athletic, and her skin was the same smooth, milky color. She was meant to be attractive, and she was.

She leaned down, pressing her body against his, and kissed him hard, mouth open. She could feel her breasts pressed hard against his bare skin. A tingling warmth spread from her chest out toward her extremities. He caught her off guard, this time by kissing her back, pulling her toward him, one hand cupped behind her head. The other had found its way to her rear.

They stayed this way, locked in a lover's embrace, until she finally she broke off the kiss. Scott was left gasping for breath again. She propped herself up with her arms on either side of him, leaning back slightly, staring into his eyes with sparkling jade emeralds. 

"You're cock is so hard now," she said, smiling. It was true, he was hard as a rock now and she could feel his heart beating throughout the length of his penis. "It's been so long since I've done this," she said.

She pulled herself up. Her tight, swollen sex slowly slid up the length of his cock. He was rubbing all the right places and it felt incredible. Just before she reached the tip of his penis, she slowly brought herself back down until he was completely inside of her once again. She adjusted herself, and then did it again. Scott let out a pent up breath as she came back down. She responded with a gasp.

She quickened her pace. She could feel her nipples lightly grazing his chest each time she slid back onto his cock. He reached out and pulled her down. She lay down, her head to one side, long, dark hair spilling over him, still fucking him with a perfect rhythm. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her tightly against him, interconnecting his hands just below where her wings protruded from her back. She could feel his hot breath on the side of her face, coming in quick breaths. The sensations were nearly overwhelming.

He began lightly kissing her pointed ear, then moved to her neck. He gently gathered up the skin at the nape of her neck in his teeth. Finally, he returned to her ruby lips. She wrapped her creamy arms around his neck and kissed him passionately, this time slipping her tongue into his mouth. There was a moment of shock from Scott when he realized she had the forked tongue of a serpent, but at this point he obviously didn't care. She was a machine, with only one purpose, and she kept perfect time, sliding back and forth along the length of his manhood. 

She leaned back, never slowing down. He leaned forward, suckling one of her cherry-red nipples. Her nipple was erect, hard and he flicked it gently with his tongue. She let out a moan and arched her back, her head tilted back, exposing her milky white throat. He turned his attention to her other exposed breast.

She forcefully pushed him down onto the bed, kissing him again. Her thrusts became harder as she rode him. She knew if she kept this up for much longer, he was going to come. With each down stroke, she could sense he was getting closer and closer. She didn't want it to end.

Her whole body felt like it was filled with electricity. Every movement she made, every time she touched his skin, it would spark. He seemed to be enjoying herself as well. Good. "Keep fucking me," she said in a pant, "I'm going to..." she broke off, biting her lip.

He began rocking his hips, lightly at first, and then building in intensity. He matched her rhythm, penetrating her to the fullest each time he entered her. She was in a haze, nothing seemed real. She could feel his warmth, pressed against her, rubbing across her bare skin with every movement.

She was passing the point of no return. His bucking became more animalistic and erratic, and he grunted with each thrust. She let out a moan as she came, stiffening, her back arched. She could feel her contractions squeezing his cock with even more intensity than before, drawing him deeper inside her. He drove into her as hard as he could as he exploded, shooting his load deep inside of her. 

When her orgasm had come to an end, she collapsed onto him, breathing hard, slightly trembling. He put one arm around her neck and she nestled up beside him, draping one arm across his chest.

"I'd forgotten how good the old fashioned way feels," she said at last and kissed his chin.

"It was amazing and definitely worth the .01 years," he said, staring up at the ceiling.

"You're sweet," she replied.

Scott drifted off to sleep with her beside him. She felt better than she ever had in her life. 

- - -

Slowly, he awakened and then sat bolt upright in the bed. It was morning. He was in bed, the comforter in a disheveled mess around him, and unfortunately, alone. There was absolutely no sign of the woman, what-so-ever. He flopped back down onto his pillow laughing.

He closed his eyes and laughed again quietly to himself. It was just a dream after all. He pulled the covers up to his neck and snuggled down into them, rolling over on his side. He opened his eyes once more, looking at the alarm clock, but what caught his eye was the small, square object propped up next to the lamp.

The object was totally black, about 2 inches square and about as thick as a piece of construction paper. It seemed to suck in light. If Scott had known more about his lover from the previous night, he would have understood that that's exactly what it was doing.

He reached out and grabbed it. It weighed far more than it should and he struggled to pick it up. He flipped it over in his hands and found that it was completely blank on both sides. He was just about to toss back onto the nightstand when he noticed some symbols had begun appearing on one side of the card, in red. He didn't recognize them and they looked very old. Slowly, to his astonishment, the symbols began to take on the shape of straight forward english. He read the note out loud:

"Scott. Last night was a blast. It was the best sex... well, the only real sex, I've had in decades. If you ever want to get together again just hold your thumb to the glyph on the back of this harrex and say the phrase, 'a reveni'."




Succubus Ch. 01



He flipped over the harrex and, sure enough, there was an image of a circle breached by what appeared to be a trident. He smiled to himself.



Succubus Ch. 02



Scott reclined on his bed, watching television. He absent-mindedly fingered the black card that lie in his lap, it's weight heavy on his thigh. It was a harrex and could be used to summon a succubus. No, that wasn't right. It could be used to summon THE succubus, because for him there was only one. 

He could see her now in his mind's eye: creamy, flawless skin, perfect breasts, perfect legs, perfect hair, and those crimson lips. It had been a week since their encounter and he couldn't get her out of his mind. He'd researched succubi on the Internet, at the library, and sketched her form over and over. He was clearly obsessed.

Tonight was one week, to the day, since they were together, and he thought it would be only fitting to give her a call, so to speak. He smiled, finally deciding that the moment was right. He looked down at the black card and read what it said: "Scott. Last night was a blast. It was the best sex... well, the only real sex, I've had in decades. If you ever want to get together again just hold your thumb to the glyph on the back of this harrex and say the phrase, 'a reveni'."

Scott turned the card over and peered at the image on the back. It was a circle breached by what appeared to be a trident. He pressed his thumb firmly to the image. It seemed to radiate heat. He held the card aloft and said, "a reveni!"

At that moment, he felt white-hot pain shoot through his thumb. He dropped the card to the bed, withdrawing his hand. It landed with a solid thud, sinking into the mattress where it lay. Scott looked at it and then at his thumb. There was a bright red spot on the tip of his thumb as if something had pierced his skin.

He leaned over and examined the card. Sure enough, there was a drop of blood on the point of the trident. Scott sat there, dumbfounded, cradling his hand. Then suddenly, the blood began to soak into the card, filling the circle. Then, with wide-eyed horror, he saw the card fly into the air.

The card stopped eight feet off of the floor, the glyph glowing brightly. The side of the card containing the glyph then turned toward the floor. A beam of white-hot light shown out, striking the carpet. The beam split into two, the two shafts of light moving away from each other. Suspended between the two beams formed a gulf of blazing fire, embers flying in every direction. 

When lightning began to strike around the room, Scott decided it was probably a good time to take cover. He scrambled up and over the head of the bed, and crouched behind it. He peaked over the top railing, his curiosity getting the better of him.

The card had created a doorway. He could see a dark passageway hanging impossibly in the air. It extended several feet into darkness, tinged on the sides by flame and cinders. Then he saw it. It was difficult to see at first, but there was a form in the passage. He couldn't tell who, or even what, it was, but it was moving his way. He hunkered down just a bit further.

Finally, at long last, the figure stepped out of the darkness. It was the succubus, dressed in a tight, leather outfit, her wings tucked behind her. She stepped into his bedroom.

"Um, hello? Anyone there?" she called, looking around the room. Scott felt embarrassed and stood up. "Oh, there you are," she said with a smile. She raised her hand in the air and snapped her fingers. Within a matter of a second, the entire conglomeration of fire, smoke, lightning, and light were pulled into the small card, which came to rest on her upraised palm. It landed, and with a final puff of smoke, she grasped it.

Scott shuffled out from behind the bed, tripping a bit on the foot post. She smiled a wicked smile and strode over to him, rocking her hips from side to side, exaggerating her gait. He took her in: the creamy skin, the long, black hair, the fiery lips, her perfect legs. She saw he was getting a hard on just watching her walk.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately. Scott kissed her back, pulling her body close to him. She finally broke off the kiss and looked into his hazel eyes. "What took you so long, big boy?" she asked with a coy smile.

"I didn't want to seem desperate," he said, sheepishly.

"You can seem all sorts of desperate, if you want," she said, and kissed him again. She leaned close and whispered, "I like desperate."

She then noticed the sketches hung around the room. "Ooh, I like your décor. Who's the subject, I wonder?" she said, as she walked over to the nearest one and plucked it gingerly from the wall.

Scott, feeling a flush of embarrassment, snatched the sketch from her hand. She noticed that he didn't crumple it, but rather put it on the desk across the room. "Tsk, tsk, Scotty. No need to get flustered," she said looking abashed, a slender finger held to her blood-red lip.

She walked over to him and said, "I think someone needs to relax." With that, she gently pushed him backwards. He stumbled slightly, landing squarely on the bed. She was on him in a second, pinning him to the bed. She leaned down and ran her long, snake-like tongue up his neck, stopping at his ear. He giggled slightly, smiling, and then coughed, seriousness reasserting itself.

It took him a moment, but he finally said, "Would you like to... um, like to..." he stammered.

She sat up, straddling him. "Fuck?" she asked. "I'd love to."

She stood up. Scott tried to sit up, but she pushed him back down on the bed. "But first..." She prowled across the bed on all fours. She pushed Scott's legs apart as wide as they would go, then with one deft motion tore his boxers off. She smiled to herself. Scott was already hard as a rock and she hadn't even touched him yet.

He tried to lift his head, but she just gingerly pushed it down again, with an exaggerated look of consternation on her face. Scott couldn't see what she was doing, but he had a fairly good idea. She inched her face forward and then allowed her forked-tongue to escape her full lips. It found its way to the base of Scott's cock, and then ran along its entire length. She could feel Scott stiffen and exhale forcefully as she did so.

She then ran it along the sensitive underside and did the same thing. He involuntarily grasped a fistful of sheets this time. She smiled to herself and then kissed the tip of his penis. She could already taste the salty taste of precum.

She sat up, her hands on her hips. "Scott, seriously? You're practically ready to explode, right now," she said scornfully.

He just looked up and sort of shrugged.

"Ugh, well this just isn't going to work," she said, fishing something out the satchel which she slung over her shoulder. "Aha!" she said at last, and pulled a small red cord from her bag.

"What is that?" Scott asked.

"Never you mind that, mister," she said. She wrapped it loosely around Scott's testicles. Scott could feel a burning sensation and he tried to get up. 

"What the hell is that?" he asked, panicking, trying to get out from under her.

She looked down at him. "Shush," she said. "It won't hurt you. In fact, it's quite the opposite. You'll get all the pleasure from what we're about to do without going off too early. You won't come until I'm done with you."

Scott looked up into her emerald green eyes and relaxed. He could already feel the burning sensation subsiding. To his amazement, he couldn't even see the cord any longer.

"Now, where were we," she said, smiling. She put her ruby lips on the tip of his cock and gently licked the head. She could feel him growing harder again. A few more tentative licks and he was rock hard again. She then pressed her lips firmly on the tip of his cock. Slowly her lips separated and his shaft passed the threshold. She could feel her warm lips envelope first the head of his penis, then slowly, his entirety. She then withdrew him and did it again.

Slowly, she built up speed, taking him into her mouth again and again. She could tell Scott was beside himself: his head was lolling to one side, his mouth was agape, and he was breathing heavily. She smiled inwardly; he was soaking it up.

Suddenly, Scott tensed, sat bolt upright, and rocked his hips. He then lurched forward, grasping her milky shoulder. She simply stopped, poised above the head of his penis, smiling. Convulsions seemed to shake him and he grunted with each one. After a few moments Scott stopped, panting heavily, sweat standing out on his skin.

"What the hell was that?" he asked, looking at the woman.

She licked her lips and said, "What did it feel like?" rubbing his scrotum.

"Well," he said, pausing to think. "It felt like I came... but I didn't."

"Exactly," she said, standing, her hands on her hips. She gestured toward his testicles. "And you were worried about that little old bit of string," she said, pouting.

"Wait... what?" he said, confused.

She just smiled a wicked smile and pushed him back down on the bed, forcefully. "You'll figure it out. It's my turn." She snapped her fingers and all of her clothing fell from her in a heap at her feet.

She crawled onto the bed slowly, her face a mixture of amusement and lust. He felt something moist touching his abdomen. He looked up to see her licking his belly button. She worked her way up his body; kissing, licking, teasing. Every time Scott would try to lift his head to look at her, a hand would gently push his forehead until he would relent.

At long last she was face to face with him once again. She stared into his eyes with her two emeralds, kissed him passionately for a moment, but then moved on. She could see the confusion, then the realization, dawning on his face.

After more nibbling, teasing, and kisses she was where she wanted to be. Her bald sex was poised directly over Scott's face, which displayed a look of sheepish anticipation. He reached up rubbed her mound, and she emitted a low moan and licked her lips.

With a look that told Scott that it was now time for business, she lowered herself, ever so slowly, until her sex was pressed firmly into his face. His hungry, gaping mouth went to work immediately, and she felt a shiver thrill through her body. She sat there, motionless, for a moment savoring the sensations, her mouth open.

She leaned forward, grinding her hips, her sex pinned against his face. She could feel his tongue working its magic, flicking inside her. Scott reached up and around her thighs, pulling her further down on top of him. She leaned forward even more, pressing her sex down hard.

She smiled to herself. He was good. She began grinding her hips faster. The fiery lust had started burning inside her. She grabbed the bedpost closest to her for support and let out a moan. She could feel the feeling welling up inside her. Her thrusts became more animalistic and she began softly grunting with each. 

She suddenly tensed as she felt a flood of fire escape from between her legs. She rocked with the force, collapsing onto the bed. With each one of her rhythmic waves of pleasure, she lightly moaned, until they had abated. She relaxed. It wasn't a long one, but it was a intense one.

There was a tapping on her butt cheek. Scott! She sat bolt upright and practically stood on the bed. Scott was lying there sputtering and gasping. She sat down on his legs and said "Are you okay?"

"Szzzccctt!" was all Scott could reply.

"You're fine," she said, with a satisfactory tone, and practically vaulted off of the bed. She appeared a moment later between his legs, examining him. "You're still rock hard, Scott. If I didn't know better, I'd say you cared! That's so sweet," she said with a wicked smile and playful eyes.

Before he could move, she gently pushed him back toward the headboard, with a single fingertip. "Wha?" was all Scott could mutter before she was up on the bed with him. She set his legs straight out in front of him, then crawled over them until she was face to face once again.

She kissed him softly and passionately this time, her ruby red lips pressed gently against his. When they broke off the kiss he slowly worked his way down to her milky neck, kissing gently as he went. As he suckled her neck, just above the collarbone, she felt another bolt of pleasure course through her. She had to have him, and she had to have him now.

Gently shrugging him off of her shoulder, she moved forward until she was sitting in his lap. She then rose and, with one slender, pale hand, inserted him slowly into her. She gasped as she did so. She was definitely getting her money's worth out of the capsiliad cord tonight.

Once he was firmly inside of her, she pulled him close and kissed him again, this time more fiercely. He kissed her back with the same intensity, wrapping his arms around her neck. She slowly began thrusting back and forth, letting her head fall backwards. Scott took advantage of this and began kissing her neck and shoulder.

A soft moan escaped her lips as Scott located her collarbone and attacked it as if he was eating ribs, playing his teeth gently across her shoulder. She playfully nibbled on his ear, whipping her snake-like tongue around the rim. She could feel one hand slipping away from her back and finding it's way to her left breast, where it massaged and tweaked her erect nipple. Heat radiated outward from it. She let out a moan and intensified her thrusts.

She was already beginning to feel the burning heat between her legs. Each time he entered her she was pushed closer to the edge. Scott was beginning to push into her, matching her own thrusts, rubbing her all the right ways. She clasped her hands on either side of him and began pulling him toward her, forcing him to go deeper with each thrust.

She was almost beside herself with lust. Reaching out with her teeth bared, she caught Scott's earlobe and gave it another, more forceful nibble. He didn't even seem to notice. It was almost as if he was in a trance. Then she realized "of course he is, silly."

He was beginning to grunt with each forward thrust and she was teetering on the edge. His mouth left her shoulder, and as he pushed her backwards, it found it's way to her other breast. She could feel the intense suction as he suckled her nipple, sending sparks of pleasure through her.

A rush of heat raced through her body and her sex seemed to be molten, as she came a second time. Her orgasm was so strong, that she seemed to convulse. A moment later, Scott stiffened as well, as he enjoyed his own. The waves of heat and pleasure passed through her much longer this time, sending shivers down her back once they were done.

It only took a moment for Scott to realize that he could keep going, so he did. She pulled herself tightly against him, feeling her soft, perfect skin rubbing against his. She could feel his heavy breath on the nape of her neck, then kisses once again down her neck and shoulder.

It didn't take long for the fire to build in her sex this time. She loved feeling him inside of her. A shiver ran through her as Scott's tongue had found its way to the tip of her elf-like ear. She'd never felt this sensation before and was overwhelmed. She guessed that's because she was always busy with other regions of her body.

After only a minute of gentle licking, she came again, the fire pouring out of her. Wave after wave of pleasure passed through her and this time she even unconsciously shouted the words "Yes, Scottttttt!" This time the pleasure seemed to last forever and she rolled her back every single time it would crest.

She wanted to come again and she wanted to right then. The clasped her arms around Scott's waist and practically gave him a bear hug. He was so deep inside her now and with every thrust, she felt she the lava coursing through her veins begin to collect in her swollen sex.

Her thrusts intensified even further, going at a breakneck pace. Scott was following suit, thrusting into her with equal ferocity. Sweat stood out on his brow, running down his face. She could feel his sweat running down between her breasts, her rock hard nipples sliding across his wet skin as she bobbed.

She almost instantly felt his warm mouth against the sensitive tip of her ear again. It took only a tentative lick from him to send her over the edge. She hugged him even harder as she came. Ripples of pleasure rushed through her to her extremities as she came intensely. She shook with the force of it, squeezing him each time a wave would pass through her. He continued to nibble on her ear for the entire duration, causing it to seemingly last an eternity.

At long last she collapsed onto him, panting. He rubbed her back, playing his hand across the edge of one of her wings. "Wow, Scott," she said, once she'd recovered, smiling at him.

"Wow, yourself," he said, and kissed her gingerly.

She slowly picked herself up, Scott's still rock hard penis emerging from her. She clambered across the bed on all fours, and then helped Scott stand as well. She hugged him once more and kissed him passionately on the lips.

"Ow, Scott, you could put an eye out with that thing!" she said with a wink, looking down at his erection. "Well, I can't leave you like that, in good conscious," she said playfully, then added, "not that I have one, mind you."

She reached down underneath his testicles, cupped her hand, and began lightly massaging them. After a few moments, the cord she had applied to them, earlier in the night, fell into her hand. "We won't be needing this," she said and pushed him onto the bed. He landed in a sitting position on the edge.

She kneeled on the floor and then got down on her knees, sitting on her feet. She forcefully pushed his legs apart and then pushed him down onto the bed. In one hand appeared a vial of amber liquid. She poured this liquid onto the tip of his throbbing penis.

She put the vial into her satchel, along with the string, and tied the top shut. Her attention then fell to Scott. She felt his red-hot penis in her soft, milky hands. She gave him a few tentative strokes and watched as he thrust his hips forward. He was apparently right on the edge.

She slowly stroked him, sensually, squeezing the head of his cock periodically. It amused her as she watched him clutch a fistful of sheets in one hand as he grunted. She knew he was close, but she didn't speed up. She wanted it to last as long as possible for him.

Which apparently wasn't much longer. He came suddenly and she had to stand quickly to avoid any... accidents. She looked around the room. "Here, dry yourself off," she said, handing him towel from a nearby chair.

He sheepishly wiped himself as clean as he could, and then folded the towel in on itself. She stood there watching, a mischievous grin on her red lips.

He looked up at her and said, "I guess I need to go shower off."

"Well, normally I'd join you, but I've got a lot going on tonight... you know, survival and everything," she replied, thumbing over her right shoulder. She picked up the card from the desk where she'd placed it.

"Oh, well, if you need to," he said, looking down at the floor.

"Hey, I'll be back, sport. You're great in bed," she said with a hand on her hip.

With that, she picked up her bag and clothes, pressed her thumb firmly to the glyph, and spoke, "averti!" She turned to Scott as the doorway formed behind her.

He suddenly looked up. "I never did get your name," he said, talking loudly over the noise that filled the room.

"Like I said, it's unpronounceable to you. My name is," she said followed by what sounded like thunder, shaking the room, mixed with low guttural syllables; an altogether unpleasant sound. "But you can call me Miln," she followed up with a smirk.

"Miln," he said out loud. 

"Sure, why not?" she replied, turning back to the doorway that had now fully formed. She stepped inside and turned toward him once more. "Remember, if you want to see me again, just put your thumb to the card and say the words."




Succubus Ch. 02



"A reveni," he said.

The portal was now closing. "You got it, sport." She was fading out of sight, the portal closing slowly. "Oh," she said, just before she had disappeared. "Next time, I may bring a friend alo--", she began to say just as the portal collapsed. The card fell to the floor with a thud.

Scott fell back onto the bed laughing.



Succubus Ch. 03



Scott slept soundly in his bed, nestled within the warm, soft comforter. All about the room, light leaped, exposing shadowed corners, yet casting it's own. The sounds of blowing wind filled the room, but then quieted almost as soon as it began. Scott barely stirred during all this commotion.

A milky white hand traveled across the fluffy fabric of the down comforter until it lighted gently on an exposed shoulder. Scott merely murmured in his sleep, shuffled a bit, and pulled the covers up over his head. The hand, unperturbed, reached out and shook the shoulder. Scott woke up, dazed, and looked blearily around him. Then, apparently seeing nothing of interest he let his head fall back onto the pillow.

Almost immediately, his eyes opened wide and he sat bolt upright in the bed. Standing over him in the darkness was the succubus who had called herself Miln. He must still be asleep. As if to confirm this he asked, "Miln?"

"That's right, mister. I'm back. Did you miss me?" she asked.

"Are you actually here?" he asked again.

"Want me to pinch you?" she asked with a smile. "I probably should," she replied before he had a chance to answer. Scott felt a pinch on his shoulder.

"Ow!" he exclaimed, cradling his arm.

"Oh, poor baby," she said, pouting. She rubbed his arm gently where she had pinched it. "All better?" she asked.

"No, it hurts like a mother—" Scott started before Miln cut him off.

"Before we get too deep into civilities, I'd like you to meet someone. This is my friend, Arael," she said, gesturing with a flourish.

Scott at first couldn't see anything in the darkness of the room. He squinted his eyes until he could just barely make out another figure standing in the shadows. The figure moved forward, emerging from the shadows.

As the moonlight caught the figure's body, she saw Scott's mouth literally fall open. Arael was a she-devil. She was curvaceous with perfect light red skin. Two very prominent horns protruded from her luscious jet-black hair and swept back, closely following the contour of her head. She wore a long, flowing red dress made of some unidentifiable material. It moved like silk but looked like leather and hung loosely over her ample breasts. Oh, and then there was the pointy tail.

"Whatd'ya think?" Miln asked at last.

Scott pumped his jaw making an inarticulate sound.

"Yeah, she's pretty wonderful," she said and kissed Scott on the cheek.

Arael ardently crossed the room, her hips swaying in a mesmerizing fashion. She joined Miln at the side of the bed and put her arm around her. Miln nodded at Scott. Arael smiled and bit her lip and slid silkily onto the bed, cuddling up beside him.

Arael pushed him gently down onto the bed and then reached for his crotch. Scott tried to sit up, but she pushed more forcefully on his chest forcing him to lie back. This time she kept her fingers pressed firmly onto him. Once she was satisfied that he wasn't going anywhere, she tore his boxers off with a single move of her hand. Scott's already burgeoning cock spilled out into the open air and she began immediately stroking it. Miln just stood there, a smile wide across her face.

Scott was just starting to enjoy himself when Arael suddenly spoke. It was the first time he had heard her speak and her voice sounded as if three women were fighting to speak simultaneously, intertwined, phasing in and out. It was both unnerving and fascinating at the same time. She said, "You know what might make this a bit more fun?"

"What's that?" Miln asked.

"This!" Arael replied, raising one hand in the air. She then snapped her fingers.

Within a blink of an eye the bed was gone in a puff of pale smoke. The wall, against which the bed had been, now sported a large x-frame. Dim red light, emitted from nowhere, illuminated the cross-like structure and its occupant.

A surprised Scott was fixed upon the cross, bound there by his wrists and ankles, with leather cuffs. He faced outwards, gag in mouth, and he was naked. Miln smiled. This was exactly Arael's style.

Miln went to Scott and put her pale hand on his face, stroking his cheek. She could tell he was freaked out. His eyes flickered wildly around the room. She kissed him gently on the cheek and he closed his eyes, though it was difficult. He was apparently mastering himself. Soon, he calmed and his body relaxed. Arael stood in front of him and reached out with a gloved hand. She traced the outline of his nipple before giving it a firm squeeze. She smiled as Scott inhaled sharply and then stooped in front of him.

She removed her gloves and gave his penis a few stern strokes. She felt Scott stiffen as she did so. She'd never had sex with a human before. This would be her first and she was anxious. This was different than the demons she'd made love to in the past, if you could even call it love. She could feel the lust building inside of her.

Miln thought about her first meeting with Scott and smiled. She had been with Scott twice already. While she had had sexual relations with other men to survive, he was different. He gave himself willingly and unabashedly. She had fallen in love with him, in her own way, and as such felt a pang of guilt syphoning off even the smallest amount of life energy from him.

Arael suckled his abdomen, just above his hard shaft as she continued to pump him. He was shaved and she could taste a trace of shaving lotion on his skin. She could see the man looking down at her even as Miln teased him. Arael licked her sultry dark lips with a long pink tongue to arouse him further.

Miln on the other hand was content to focus her attentions on Scott's hardened nipples, which she tweaked relentlessly. He would inhale swiftly through his nose every single time she did it, which brought her no end of joy. However, there was real fun to be had.

She bent slightly and sucked on his right nipple, running her tongue gently around the tip. Her other hand found its way to his ear and began to slowly tease it, causing him to lay his head back. A smile crept across her face as she watched Arael. She'd known her for a century or so and she looked as beautiful now as the day she'd met her.

Arael licked her lips again and looked at the tip of his penis. He was very hard now and the head stood firm, flared out. Tentatively, she kissed the tip. The man tensed for a moment and sucked in some breath. She stroked his inner thigh with her long, dark nails as she lashed at his member with her long tongue. Finally, she had had enough of this fooling around and it was time to get to business.

Slowly, she pushed her dark lips onto the tip of his penis. As they widened and allowed his hard sex to enter her mouth, she could feel his human heart beat within it. This further enticed her and she let him slip further into her mouth. Soon, his testicles were butted against her chin. She slowly pulled her head back, grasping the base of his cock, slowly withdrawing him from her mouth.

He tasted sweet. It was different than she had imagined. She slowly pushed him into her mouth again, placing her hands on his hips. She could feel his cock swelling, stiffening whenever she took him in. She withdrew him again and then took in the sugared sweetness again. She couldn't believe she was sucking a human's penis. This seemed so taboo. For Miln this was a run of the mill, day-to-day occurrence, but for her this was a treat. And she loved it.

Miln was soon getting bored with toying with Scott's nipples, neck -- hell, the whole upper half of his body. She pouted. Arael was having all the fun. She wanted to play with him. Watching Arael sucking his cock reminded her of why she had brought her along. And, damn, she was sexy. After a moment, a smile stretched across Miln's flaming lips.

Arael was enjoying herself; it was that simple. His cock didn't taste like burnt ash in her mouth and he legitimately seemed to be enjoying it. He had started pumping his hips forward, trying to force his cock even further into her mouth, his tight testicles lightly striking her skin with each thrust. Even with the ball gag in his mouth she could hear him groaning, breathing hard through his nose. She wanted to taste the man's seed. She knew that there was a reason human's didn't have -- relations -- with demons such as herself, but it'd been millennia since anyone had had, what some would call, complications.

Arael began stroking the man's scrotum with her long, dark fingernails. She increased her efforts, taking him in as deeply as she could. He began thrusting his hips even more forcefully. Then, he tensed, and then grunted through the gag. Arael could feel his hot, sweet seed explode into her mouth. She continued to stroke his cock causing him to squirm quite a bit. He then fell back against the cross, breathing heavily.

She looked up at him and then at Miln. She then swallowed the entire load. "Tasty!" she said with a smile. "Why didn't you tell me humans tasted so good?" she asked. 

"Because I had no idea what they'd taste like to you. They taste, well, like guys to me," she said with a shrug. Arael smiled and then slid herself back, making some room for Miln. 

"I guess it's your turn," Arael said, licking her lips. Miln knelt in front of Scott. She frowned looking at the capsiliad cord in her hand. She wished Arael hadn't gotten him off without the cord. It'd take her forever to get him hard again. But, then again, that's what a succubus does.

"See what kind of mess you make when we don't use the cord? Geez," Miln said with exaggerated incredulity. She wound the cord around his testicles and heard him suck in his breath. "No flinching!" she said firmly. He gritted his teeth as he felt the familiar burning sensation of the cord. After a moment the cord seemed to meld into his skin and then disappear, the pain subsiding. "Now we can play without you making a mess," she said with a wicked smile.

Miln frowned. He'd just come and he was already going soft on her. Well, she'd fix that. Miln began by slowly pumping his cock with her hand. At the same time she began lightly licking the end of his penis with her forked tongue. She could taste his salty come on the end of his shaft.

After a few minutes work, he slowly began to harden once again. Either the capsiliad cord was working its magic or she was just that good. Probably a little bit of both, she thought. She looked up at him. His head was resting against the cross and he was already breathing hard. Good, just the way she liked it.

After a moment, Miln felt two warm arms encircling her waist. She looked back to see Arael smiling at her and then up at Scott who was now watching intently. Miln smiled as Arael began slowly unfastening Miln's leather corset, unclasping each fastener in turn. As she did so, Miln's large, milky breasts began to push the material apart. Finally, as she undid the last clasp, her breasts pushed the material wide. Arael whisked the corset away, baring Miln's bare skin. "That feel's SO much better," Miln said, letting out a pent up breath.

Miln placed her lips against the tip of his cock and began to slowly take him in. She could feel him tense as she ran her pale hands across his thighs. She sped her motions and increased her pressure on his cock, taking him in as far as she could. It didn't take long until he was hard as a rock. Her eyes traveled upwards and his eyes connected with hers. She loved it when he watched.

Arael was not content to sit by idly watching. She leaned forward, and kissed Miln softly on the neck. This wasn't the first time she had made love with her, but each time seemed to be as exhilarating as the last. Her hands wandered downward until they came to rest on Miln's ample breasts. Arael pinched her fiery nipples between two of her outstretched fingers and gave both breasts a gentle squeeze. This elicited a moan from Miln, who sped her motions on the man's cock.

Miln could feel Arael's hands probing her naked body, looking for something to do. One hand had wandered from her breast and was travelling slowly down her flat stomach. She knew where it was heading. She looked up at Scott. He had let his head fall back again and he was breathing heavily. He was really enjoying this. A twinge of pleasure shot from her neck as Arael sucked at it.

Arael slowly let one of her hands travel down between Miln's tight pants and her skin. As she brushed the outer lips of Miln's perfect sex, she heard her let suck in a breath and felt Miln tense for a moment. Arael Worked one of her fingers into the folds of the succubus' pussy and began lightly stroking the wetness inside. Miln immediately reacted by letting out a low moan and rocking her hips. Still gripping one of her breasts tightly, Arael gave her nipple another playful squeeze.

Miln thought she was going to come right then and there. Arael had begun playing with her already sensitive sex. She was already aroused just being with Scott. He always did it for her. But having Arael playing with her at the same time was almost too much. She began rocking her hips in time with her sucking motions. It only took Arael a moment to match the rhythm as well.

Miln teetered on the edge. Her mind swam with lust. She could no longer feel the two separate acts. They all felt as one, moving as one. Each time she took him into her mouth, Arael would rub her swollen clit. It felt as if she was fucking Scott herself and the sensation was amazing. Heat radiated outward from her erect nipples as Arael relentlessly teased them.

Suddenly, the molten fire that had been building between her legs was released and pleasure rocked her. She moaned loudly, forcing Scott's cock into her mouth as far as it could possibly go, biting down gently. Scott let out a loud grunt at the same time, but she didn't hear. She rocked her hips with each wave of pleasure, moaning with each one. Arael never let up the pressure and she continued her ministrations throughout her orgasm, prolonging the experience.

At long last, Miln relaxed and fell backwards into Araels arms. Arael grasped her chin gently with slender pink fingers, and turned her face toward her own. They kissed each other passionately for a moment, Miln's hand finding its way to one of Arael's equally perfect breasts. Arael gasped and cooed. They stayed like that for a moment until Miln rose.

Arael pouted as Miln stood up. She'd been enjoying herself. Arael watched as Miln busied herself with removing her leatheresque thong. While Miln's back was turned, Arael began slowly massaging the man's staff. Arael had tasted a human and now she couldn't get enough. She was hungry for Scott now and she had to have him.

As soon as it was off Miln turned back to Scott only to find Arael toying with Scott's cock again, stroking it with her slender fingers. She smiled to herself and relaxed in an office chair, watching as Arael enjoyed herself. She was pumping him furiously, wrapping her lips around the tip of his shaft. Just watching her sent chills down her spine. It was a turn on watching the human she'd fallen in love with getting his cock stroked by her best friend.

As Arael stroked his cock with more and more fervor, Miln began rubbing the lips of her swollen sex in time with Arael's motions. It didn't take long before the fire began building within her. She moved her hand deeper and faster, spreading herself open wide. She absent-mindedly grasped her left breast with her other hand, squeezing it hard, trapping her fiery, red nipple between two of her milky fingers.

She watched Scott through a haze of lust. He was pumping his hips forcefully in perfect time with Arael's quick strokes. Sweat stood out on his brow and he was breathing heavily. He was getting close. Miln could feel it, even from that distance.

Arael was amazed at how much pleasure the man could take. She figured he would have come again already. She knew the capsiliad cord didn't stop the actual orgasm, just the seed. He was pretty impressive in that regard. She wanted to have him, but it wasn't time yet. Miln would get to fuck him first.

Miln continued to tease herself, her finger moving quickly across her swollen sex. She began to lightly rock her hips as she let out a low moan. She saw Arael turn around and look at her, a huge smile on her face. As if to further entice Miln, she wrapped her dark lips around his penis and began to suck his cock, all without breaking eye contact.

This excited Miln even further. Her hips began thrusting forward more forcefully as she edged herself closer. Arael grasped one of her own breasts and gave it a hard squeeze, making a moaning sound.

Miln leaned back. She parted her fiery lips and uttered a breathless moan. Eyes closed she began to visualize Scott on top of her, pumping her with his long, hard shaft. He was rubbing all the right places, squeezing her soft breast, tweaking her sensitive nipples. He leaned in and played with her erect nipple with his hot, wet tongue, circling it slowly.

He lifted her head with one hand, kissing her softly on her red lips. His other hand traveled down between their bodies until she felt it come in contact with her wet, swollen sex. He began to slowly gyrate his finger, stimulating her clit while he continued thrusting into her. She began to lurch forward with each thrust, her climax building.

Scott nibbled at her sensitive ear, causing ripples and sparks of pleasure to race down her neck to join the growing warmth in her bosom. She gyrated her hips as he plunged into her relentlessly, never stopping. His fingers moved faster, causing her to moan uncontrollably. Her body jerked almost spastically every time he thrust into her. Tingles of pleasure were beginning to form around her mound. She was breathing in a rasp.

She snapped back to reality as she came hard, lurching forward in the chair. Her body shook with the force of her orgasm and she nearly screamed as each wave of pleasure struck her. It was a short lived one, but incredibly intense. She nearly fell from chair as the last of her orgasm rocked her body.

She looked across the room at Scott, who was watching her intently. Arael was sucking his cock at a fast pace, stroking him at the same time with two of her fingers. Suddenly he tensed and grunted loudly through the gag in his mouth then collapsed back onto the cross, breathing hard. "He's all yours," Arael said with a smile.

Miln stood, reached her hand out and helped Arael stand. Miln stood face to face with Scott and ran her milky hand down his chest. It had a fine layer of sweat covering it and even more stood out on his brow. She reached up behind Scott's head and unfastened the gag. "I don't think we're going to need this any longer," she said.

"You two are crazy," were the first words out of Scott, as soon as the gag was removed.

Miln smiled and turned to Arael. "I think someone wants me to put the gag back on," she said.

Scott quickly replied, "You two are crazy, BUT," and here Scott paused. "I like it," he continued with a sheepish smile.

Miln smiled to herself. She knew he liked it. What was there not to like? Basically, two voluptuous women were throwing themselves at him. But that's why she loved him; he didn't just go with it. He had an opinion. Not that she ever listened to his opinion, though he was spot on this time: they were crazy.

"I'm glad you like it," she said, gingerly pushing his head back onto the cross. "Now, shut up." She moved herself in closer, wrapping one of her legs around his. She kissed him passionately, with her fiery lips, wrapping her arms around his neck.

As she kissed him, she let one of her hands wander, running across his skin. She toyed with his ear, nipples, and ran her fingers up his spine, but they didn't hold her interest for long. Eventually her hand found its way to his swollen shaft. She began lightly stroking him, still locked in the kiss.




Succubus Ch. 03



At long last, she moved from his lips to his shoulder. She nibbled at it for a moment. He moved up to her pointed ear and she felt a tingling sensation run through her. She moved in closer and began slowly grinding her pale skin across his hard member. He was very hard now and she could feel him gently pushing into her.

Finally, she could take it now longer. She stood and looked at the cross. Arael had thoughtfully provided footholds for Miln. Convenient. She stepped up onto one of these platforms with her right foot, then with her left. She smiled to herself as her swollen sex was now poised directly in front of Scott's erect cock.

With a small amount of effort, she lifted herself up, and then slowly lowered herself down onto him. She could feel his red-hot member pushing gently against her puffy lips. She eased herself down even more and felt him slip past the threshold and enter her. By the time she had lowered herself completely, he was deep inside of her.

Slowly she lifted herself up and she felt him slip out of her. It felt amazing. And it also felt like the cross was adjusting itself to her body. She looked down and found that that was exactly what it was doing. The footholds had moved slightly to help facilitate her movements. She looked back at Arael who was standing there, arms crossed, smiling at her.

Miln turned her attention back to Scott and slowly began pushing herself down onto his throbbing member. Scott was still relentlessly probing her sensitive ear with his warm tongue. She turned and looked squarely at him as she began slowly and gingerly thrusting onto him.

They locked eyes. And at that moment she realized that she really did love him. It was practically unheard of, a succubus falling for her prey, but that's exactly what had happened. And now, she was going to give her love the night of his life.

She parted her lips and let a sparkling pink mist escape her lips. Not too much, just enough. Scott breathed it in, hesitantly at first, but then breathed deeply, the mist seeping up into his nostrils. The effect on him was immediately apparent. He seemed to relax and a smile broke out across his face. She bit her lip in coy innocence. 

He leaned in and kissed her neck, nibbling at her flawless skin. She let out a sigh and closed her eyes. She could feel his warm, wet kisses traveling up her neck to her jaw, then up to the lobe of her ear. She melted like butter as his tongue found it's way to the tip of her ear again.

She began suckling at his shoulder, covering it with kisses, baring her teeth here and there. His breaths were coming hard, blowing across the nape of her neck, sending chills down her spine. Her swollen sex gripped him tightly and he was rubbing her in all the right places. Within a minute she'd sped her movements.

He began thrusting forward, burying his cock deep inside of her. She leaned back, tucking her hands under his arms for support. Suddenly, she felt hands grasp her breasts. She looked back and saw Arael standing there, now completely naked.

Arael pressed her generous breasts against Miln's back as she wrapped her arms around her. Miln looked down as the platform extended the footrests further allowing Arael to step on. Arael pressed her body firmly against Miln as Miln continued to thrust onto Scott. Their tempos matched after a moment and it was hard to tell who was fucking whom.

Miln, sandwiched between Arael and Scott, got the best of both worlds. She had Scott's fantastic cock buried deep inside her while Arael continued teasing her aroused nipples. Arael was pushing Miln further and further onto Scott's red-hot manhood with every thrust. Miln bit her lip before letting out a low moan.

Miln could feel the burning lust building inside her again and she increased her motions, trying to take as much of Scott into her as she could. Arael helped by forcing Miln down as hard as she could. Miln looked up into Scott's eyes to find him breathing hard and fast. She could feel him getting close and that brought her closer to the edge.

Miln gripped him behind his head as they locked eyes. She kissed him once, ferociously, and then broke it off quickly. She could feel the tension building in her body. Her thrusts were becoming quicker and more forceful and she needed to come. Scott's own breaths were coming quick and hard, his teeth bared in an expression of exertion.

Arael was enjoying herself as well. Her breasts, pushed hard against Miln's back, were beginning to tingle with arousal. She continued massaging Miln's breast with one hand and let the other travel down to where Miln joined with Scott, as she furiously fucked him. Miln tentatively placed one long finger on her clit and began gently rubbing it in a circular motion.

Miln's breathing became more forceful as Arael continued to massage her aching sex as she bucked wildly onto Scott's throbbing manhood. Miln could tell that Scott was on the verge of coming and she, herself, was teetering on the edge. Her body ached for release.

Through the fog of lust she could feel Scott tense followed by a grunting exhale. As he pushed deep inside her for the final time, she embraced Scott with all her strength. She felt all the heat in her body flow through her and out her sex. She tensed as the waves of pure ecstasy washed over her, a moan escaping her lips each time. Arael continued her ministrations adding to an already overwhelming amount of pleasure.

At last she came to her senses and, realizing she had gripped Scott in a bear hug, released him. He coughed and took in a lungful of air. "Wow, you sure know how to show a girl a good time," Miln said stroking Scott on the cheek,

"That was amazing," he replied, breathlessly.

Miln stepped down from the cross. "Oh, we're not done yet," she said, smiling to him. "He's all yours," she said to Arael as she turned from Scott.

Miln plopped back down in the desk chair and propped her feet up on the desk. "You kids have fun, I'm just going to watch this time around," she said with a smile. She was utterly exhausted.

Arael turned to Scott with hungry eyes and licked her lips. Before he could say anything, she snapped her fingers. The bed returned and Scott found that his bounds had been released. He sat up straight in the bed and asked, "What is with you?"

She shushed him with her finger, coyly, and then crawled on to the end of the bed. She stalked him as an animal might stalk their prey. Scott, wide-eyed, watched as she approached, gathering the covers in front of him. With a quick motion of her hand she whisked them away.

Scott was still hard as a rock thanks to both the capsiliad cord and the incredible amount of stimulation he'd had. Arael spied his stiff rod and grasped it in her hand. She squeezed the tip and gave it a short pump. She watched his reaction: the man may act as if he's afraid, but she knew better. 

She continued crawling across the bed, pushing him down with her long, slender fingers as she went. He never broke eye contact with her as she did so and this sent a thrill through her body. She wasn't used to anyone really paying attention to her. When they were face to face, she reached back between her legs and grasped his erection.

With one hand she slowly stroked his manhood and with the other she toyed with his scrotum until the capsiliad cord appeared. She nudged it off and placed it on the bed beside her. "We won't be needing this," she whispered in his ear.

She gently inserted him into her. He didn't feel cold like the demons and was just as impressive. She relaxed and let her body adjust to his size before she slid down, engulfing his cock completely. She let out a pent up breath as she sat down. She looked down and could see that he was enjoying it, too, as a faint smile crossed his lips.

She picked up his hands and placed them on her supple breasts. He looked over at Miln, who was more interested in the man's computer than the man himself. Arael reached down and gently grasped the man's chin, forcing him to look at her. "Sorry," he said. Arael simply smiled in response.

She bent down and kissed the man gently on the lips. His lips were like fire and tasted just as sweet as the rest of him. She grasped the back of his head and raised it from the pillow, locked in a fiery kiss.

At the same time she began moving her hips, grinding her swollen sex against the length of the man's cock. The man gave out a grunt. She smiled and broke off the kiss. "Enjoying this, human?" she asked.

"Um, yeah," he answered.

"His name's Scott," Miln called from the desk. She was deeply interested in something on his computer.

Arael ran her hands over the man's back and hugged him close. She whispered in his ear, "Are you enjoying this... Scott?"

"Yeah," was his response.

"Good," she replied.

She let him go and continued riding him with more force, her hips thrusting forward. Velvet warmth spread from her bosom as the man toyed with her erect nipples. He would suckle one, running his tongue around the sensitive, dark skin causing tingles to run down her back. And it only further fueled her desire to take him.

She picked him up from bed and hugged him fiercely, pressing his body against hers as she bucked on top of his straining cock. She buried his face in her breasts as she bit at his ear, eliciting a painful response from him more than once. Likewise, a spark of unexpected pleasure shot through her as he bit into one of her raised nipples. She felt the molten turmoil of her lust coming quickly to a boil.

The man pushed her back just long enough to take a breath before she plunged into a deep, impassioned kiss. The storm gathering in her loins was gaining strength and she thrust onto him with reckless abandon. She released the man who fell back to the bed, gasping for breath. She placed her hands on his chest and began lengthening her strokes, pushing onto him as hard as she could.

Suddenly, she felt her entire body tense as a wave of tingling warmth washed over her. Her whole body shook as great waves of sensations rolled over her. Her sex throbbed, gripping the man tightly. She let out a scream that rattled the windows in their panes and shattered the ceramic lamp next to the bed. The pleasure engulfed her entire body.

After a few moments, she collapsed on top of the man, breathing heavily. She looked up at him and saw him looking likewise at her. Surprisingly, she had not felt the man come. She could still feel him inside of her, his red-hot staff penetrating her fully. She smiled. She wasn't going to stop until he had.

Miln called from the desk. "You guys having fun over there?" She leaned in close to the computer monitor. "You've got some very interesting pictures here, Scott," she said, turning the monitor toward the bed.

Arael and Scott both turned to look. Scott felt his face flush as he realized Miln had found his stash of erotic pictures. Arael turned to Scott and said, "Is this what turns you on, hu-- Scott?" She turned back to the pictures. "Which is your favorite?" she asked.

Scott didn't know what to say. He was embarrassed beyond belief. "Um," he said.

Arael leaned in close and said, "Choose."

"Um, I've always had a fondness for the one in middle, in red," he blurted out.

Arael turned and looked. "I approve," she said, raised her hand and snapped her fingers. Smoke billowed out from her body as she seemingly disappeared.

As the smoke cleared Arael was indeed gone. In her place, sitting astride Scott, was the woman from the photo. She was tall, blonde and sported a tight, red corset -- and nothing else.

Her voluptuous breasts grazed Scott's chin as she leaned down and kissed him on the forehead. "Do you like this form better?" she asked. She still sounded like Arael, but two of the voices had quietened, letting one come to the forefront.

"Uh, it's fine," he replied.

"Yeah it is," Miln called from the desk.

"It's more than fine, I can feel you swelling within me," Arael said. And with that she began thrusting her hips forward once more.

She leaned down, pressing her body against his, and kissed him hard, mouth open. She could feel her breasts pressed hard against his bare skin as she moved against him. Tingling warmth spread from her chest outward. He caught her off guard by pulling her toward him, kissing her back. One hand nestled in her blonde hair and the other grasping her butt. 

They stayed that way, locked in an embrace, until she finally she broke off the kiss. Scott was left gasping for breath again. She propped herself up with her arms on either side of him, arching her back, staring into his eyes with sparkling blue diamonds.

She could already feel the heat building within her sex. Scott began pushing into her each time she would come down on him, pushing his throbbing erection ever deeper. She could feel his burning seed just beginning to seep into her and she knew that he would come soon.

She rode him slowly for a while, eyes closed, gasping occasionally as she brought herself fully down on his cock. She pushed herself up with her hands on his chest. Through the palm of her hand she could feel Scott's heart beating quickly in his chest. This only served to arouse her further, and she let out a soft moan. He was rubbing all of the right places now and she began to feel the heat and tension building and the telltale signs of her impending orgasm. 

Her pace quickened as she continued to ride him. She smiled. He was hard as a rock, throbbing inside of her and she was pleasantly surprised that he had not come yet. She closed her eyes and continued thrusting onto him. She could feel her climax beginning to build. She leaned back and gyrated her hips, grinding him. She slid back and forth along his long staff, her own mound aching for release.

She cupped her own breasts, trapping her erect nipples between her forefinger and thumb. Tingling warmth spread from her breasts, up to her neck and across her chest. As she fucked him, she was gasping with every pump, her orgasm growing ever closer. She leaned forward, propping herself up with her hands. His chest was on fire, covered in sweat. He was thrusting into her as hard as she was pushing onto him.

She closed her eyes and bit her lip. One hand steadied her while the other one came to rest on her forehead. She let out another moan. 

Suddenly, Scott tensed and she could feel his flaming seed pump into her. This was all it took for her to tip over the edge and she fell into the chasm of abandon. Her body tensed as she came, barely able to breathe, her mouth agape. Whole body convulsions shook her as she rode the flood of bliss. She trembled and let out a series of moans, this time that of a mere mortal.

As her orgasm passed, she collapsed, shaking onto Scott. When Scott looked up, she was Arael once more. She smiled and kissed Scott delicately on the lips before dismounting and making her way off the bed. 

"Did you kids have fun?" Miln asked, standing up from the desk and turning the computer off.

"Yeah, it was amazing," Scott said, staring straight up at the ceiling.

"I figured you two would hit it off," Miln said with a smile. "I know I certainly enjoyed it, as always."

Scott propped himself up as Miln turned to Arael. Arael was shrugging back into her outfit. They talked in hushed whispers for a moment. They seemed to arguing about something. As Miln turned back around, Scott pretended to be looking elsewhere. "Well ta-ta. We'll be seeing you."

"Wait!" Scott pleaded as Miln snapped her fingers. A fiery vortex filled the room.

"Yeah?" she asked.

"You're not leaving already, are you?" he asked.

"You know me: places to go, people to do. We'll be seeing each other again soon enough, mister. Don't be a stranger."

With that they disappeared into the vortex and out of site. The vortex collapsed in on itself, winking out of existence. Scott wondered for a moment what those last few moments were all about. He'd have to ask her the next time he saw her.



Succubus Ch. 04



Scott woke with a start. Dark figures pervaded his vision and he felt the heat of open flames. One of the things was coming from his left and he thrashed about, grasping at anything he could reach, pushing himself away from the shadow. He found that he was on his back and he had to fight to move away from the shapeless figures. His hand struck some cold, hard object. With rising panic, he pushed it away from him.

As he did so, he heard a loud crash off to his left. Startled, he clawed his way into a sitting position and leapt forward. He fell a short distance before hitting solid ground. He was unhurt and stood, in a low crouch, surveying his location. It was dark and he couldn't make out much. He saw a dim light coming from his left. It appeared to be a doorway.

A shadow appeared to his right, closing in. He made a break for the passage, but something heavy blocked his path. As he ran headlong into it, it made an unholy high-pitched squeal. He couldn't make out what it was. It was only a shadow amongst shadows. So, he did the only thing he could do: he took a couple of steps backwards, ran forward and dove over it, headfirst.

His shoulder caught something solid and he cried out in pain. He saw stars as he fell, his hand sliding down the hard wall, trying to grasp at anything to stop his decent. As he landed with a heavy thud, the room was cast in a brilliant, white light. He curled up in an effort to protect himself from the coming abominations.

But nothing happened. He waited a bit longer, but nothing continued to happen. He decided that he would risk opening his eyes. The bright light hurt his eyes and he closed them tightly again. In the back of his mind, something was nagging him. Something wasn't quite right. No, no. That wasn't it. Everything was absolutely right and that was what was wrong. Slowly, carefully, he opened one eye.

He found himself lying face down on a hardwood floor, his very own hallway stretching out before him. A dust bunny flitted back and forth across the wood floor in time with his breaths, until in disgust he swept it away with his hand. He winced in pain as his right shoulder complained, white hot pain shooting through his neck. Slowly he turned himself over and righted himself, cradling his aching shoulder as he did so. He propped himself up into a sitting position in the doorway.

From this new position, he saw the hulking shape of his easy chair. Its fraying green mass was lying on it's side. Scott sighed. It was obviously what he'd dived over before striking the doorframe squarely with his shoulder. He looked up and saw that the white, painted wood was now dented in one spot, presumably the impact location. He absent-mindedly rubbed his shoulder in awe that he wasn't more hurt.

Next to the door, he saw that his bedroom light switch had been flicked. He'd probably hit it on his way to the floor. It was the one switch, in the entire house, that had been wired upside down. It had driven him crazy for months when he'd first moved in, but now he was grateful for the amateur handyman that had done so or else he might have run, screaming, all the way to the kitchen.

He pushed himself up with his legs until he was in a standing position. He stood there for a moment, looking as if he might fall over at the slightest provocation. Instead, he took a few steps forward and righted the chair, his shoulder screaming as he did so. Rubbing it with his left hand, he leaned heavily against the wall.

After a moment, the pain subsided and he continued his perilous trek across his bedroom floor. He rounded the corner, heading toward the bed. The covers were in such a disarray that he'd have to tear it all down to put them back on properly. A crunch underfoot, followed swiftly by a sharp stab of pain from his foot caused him to leap away from the spot and onto the bed. 

Cradling his foot he collapsed onto the bed, rolling around on his back. He pulled his foot as close to his face as possible so that he could examine the damage. There, lodged in the sole of his foot, was a shard of aqua colored ceramics. He quickly brushed it away and it went flying from the bed onto the floor, where it bounced with a tick-tack sort of sound. He could see a small drop of blood where it had been lodged. It had barely pierced the skin, but it hurt just the same.

He wanted to get a better look at it, though, and he leaned over to turn on the bedside lamp. He waved his hand around for a moment, feeling for the lamp. It took a few seconds to register the fact that he was, indeed, not actually having much success in finding it. Frowning, he turned to look at the small table, but there was nothing there except for an alarm clock reading 8:46 AM.

A moment of swift logic brought him to an inevitable conclusion. His frown deepening, he leaned over the edge of the bed and examined the floor. There, he found that he had shattered his bedside lamp. Bits of aqua colored ceramics covered the floor. His mother had given him the lamp and she was not going to be happy. Then again, he'd hated it, so things being equal, it was okay. 

He looked back at the clock, which now proudly displayed 8:47 AM in large, red LED numbers. Another look at the floor simply brought forth a sigh. He'd clean up the mess later. For now he needed a shower, badly. 

He slowly crawled from the bed, carefully minding the shards of ceramic as he stepped onto the floor. Weaving his way across the room, he made his way over to an antique chest of drawers. It was probably the nicest piece of furniture he owned, also given to him be his mother. However, he didn't seem to mind this piece quite so much.

He opened the top drawer and retrieved a fresh pair of boxers. Boxers in hand, he turned to head toward the bathroom. Glimpsing the state of his bedroom elicited another sigh. It looked like a bomb had gone off. A strong urge to straighten the room passed through him, but he didn't give in. He explained to himself that he'd square this all away after he'd had a shower. With that, he trudged off down the hall.

Entering the bathroom, he tossed his boxers onto the vanity. They immediately fell into the sink. He flicked on the light and closed the door behind him. The bright light hurt his eyes for a moment and he winced. A large mirror hung above the vanity, but he didn't even want to look at himself. He felt like shit and he probably looked like shit. Ignoring the mirror for the moment, he pushed the curtain aside, reached in and turned on the hot water. He straightened and shrugged out of his boxers, allowing them to fall to the floor a crumpled heap.

He stepped into the tub and turned the center knob. After a moment, hot steaming water gushed from the overhead nozzle, deluging him with relaxing warmth. Scott felt instantly better as the water poured over the nape of his neck. The water was a little warmer than he usually preferred it, but given the morning he'd had, it was refreshing all the same. He made a small circle with his injured shoulder. It was loosening his aching shoulder. With growing enthusiasm he realized his foot had already stopped throbbing. Progress.

As he stood there, he thought back to the nightmare he'd had. It had definitely been a nightmare as there was no other way to describe it. As it started, he was standing in a small chamber. It was hexagonal shaped. Around the perimeter of the room, probably three feet high, was a wall that appeared to be a cross between chiseled stone and molten rock. Large, rib-like structures jutted from the top of this wall at each of the six vertices. They were at least two feet thick near the bottom, tapering to a point of only an inch or so as they curved in, forming a domed ceiling.

Large, slap-like doors barred the exits, set into two of the flat surfaces. They ran parallel of each other and seemed quite solid. He tried opening one and then the other, but had found no way to do so. He called out, but there was no answer.

A round bed was the only object in the room, other than himself, so he naturally gravitated toward it. Suddenly, the dream shifted and he was tied to the bed, thrashing wildly. Strange beings of sinister design were entering through one of the, now open, doors. They would move to the side of the bed, examine him, and then move on, exiting through the other door. Through the open door, he could see flames and...

Suddenly, he was jarred from his flashback. Apparently, he had dropped the bottle of shampoo he'd retrieved and it was rattling around in the tub. With a look of embarrassment he reached down and picked it up. Shaking his head, he laughed. It had been a bad dream, that's all. But it was the third night in a row and, if the current events were any indication, they were getting worse.

He poured a small amount of shampoo into his cupped hand and lathered up his hair. He then, fumbling, picked up a bar of soap from the shelf and moistened it under the stream of water. He then began to wash, building the soapsuds up into a heavy spume. He then rinsed both his hair and body, enjoying the steaming water.

When he was finished, he reached down and twisted the center knob. He then reached over and turned off the hot water and then the cold. He frowned. As his hand attempted to turn the cold tap, he realized that he'd never actually turned it on. Usually the water would have been so hot that he'd been scalded. He frowned again. He'd have to check the water heater this afternoon.

Stepping from the tub, onto the bath mat, he retrieved his towel from the hook set into the wall opposite the vanity. It was large and it was soft and it was exactly what he needed. He slowly toweled himself off, running the towel over his hair first. He winced as he got to his shoulder, but it was only a mild irritation now, only sensitive to the touch. He smiled, glad that his shoulder wasn't as bad off as he'd thought.

He leaned over the vanity and, with the towel, wiped away the vapor from the mirror. It didn't clear all of it away and through the remaining moisture he could see a hazy reflection of himself. He turned and examined his shoulder, but he couldn't make out much of anything. He tried drying the mirror once more, but the moist air simply fogged it again. Wrapping the towel around him, he opened the door and strode out of the bathroom, flicking the light off as he exited.

Returning to the bedroom, he tossed the damp towel onto the back of the ratty recliner, which complained noisily as it rocked. He smiled as he realized that that had been the sound he heard when he was scrambling about, trying to leave the room. Then, realizing he'd left his boxers in the bathroom, he stepped over to the chest of drawers and opened the drawer once more. He sighed as he saw that the drawer was empty. He'd forgotten that he had needed to take care of the laundry.

He made an about face and stomped back toward the bathroom. As he entered the bathroom, he flipped on the light. The mirror had defogged a bit by this time and as he reached forward to pick up his boxers from the sink, he caught himself in the mirror. He stood there was a moment, unsure of what he was looking at. He pumped his jaw as an inarticulate sound emerged.

Standing in front of the mirror, he saw that his abs were firm and could just make out the beginnings of a chiseled six-pack. His chest looked broader and more developed. His arms were leaner and more muscular. His face had even slimmed. He stood in the mirror for a moment, admiring his body. It wasn't his imagination. He flexed his newly found muscles in a mockery of a random assortment of body building poses. 

All of this was great news, great news, indeed. That is if it wasn't for the fact that he'd only been going to the gym for two weeks. He'd decided to start hitting the gym after he had met Miln. She had such a rocking body and he wanted to look his best for her. There was no way he could have gotten this ripped, this fast.

But, he was. He was on his way to the body he wanted and, honestly, he didn't care how. A broad smile crept across his slimmer face. He just couldn't help smiling. With a light heart, he snatched up his boxers from the sink, twirled them around his index finger, and then marched happily out of the bathroom.

He skipped down the hall, smiling to himself. As he skipped, her noticed that his legs were more toned and muscular as well, further adding to his childlike glee. On entering the bedroom, he snatched the towel from the recliner, rolled it into a ball, and punted it down the hall. Noticing that he was still completely naked he spun the recliner around, dropped heavily into it, and nearly jumped into his underpants.

Snapping his fingers, he danced around the bedroom until he was in front of his chest of drawers. He opened the sock drawer and upon finding socks in it, he let out a little cheer. He pulled out a pair of socks and from another drawer he pulled out a pair of khaki shorts. He retrieved a yellow polo shirt from the closet and dressed, humming quietly to himself. He closed the closet door and examined himself in the full length mirror that had been mounted on the back side.

He frowned at his frumpy appearance. "Ugh, this simply will not do!" he said out loud. He quickly opened the closet door and withdrew a pair of worn sneakers. He slipped them on and headed down the hallway. He turned left at the end of hallway, swiped his keys from the table next to the front door, and left the house.

He pondered where he wanted to go. Now that he was in shape, he wanted to show off all the hard work he'd put forth the past couple of weeks. He opened the driver side door to his Honda Civic and plopped down behind the wheel. Who would sell the type of clothes he was looking for? It needed be somewhere that sold athletic clothing. Then it dawned on him. He put the car in gear and quickly backed out of the driveway.

He drove down the road, enjoying the bright Saturday sunshine, rapping the steering wheel in time with a song on the radio. The sun was shining and he was in a hell of a good mood. He rolled down the windows and turned up the music. Damn, it was good to be alive.

He pulled up in front of the first store he could think of: REI. He'd never really been there, because he never did the kinds of things that would require their clothing. But all that would change now that he was in shape. He unbuckled his seatbelt and hopped lightly out of the car. He tossed his keys into the air, caught them and then shoved them into his pocket. He headed inside.

As the sliding, glass doors closed behind him, he took in the store. Rustic wood beams jutted out in excitingly rustic shapes. It gave the whole store an air of the outdoors. He thought that perhaps REI wasn't the store in which he really wanted to be shopping. Then he figured what the hell, he was there. 

He walked up to and peered at a mock camp site built in the center of the lower level of the store. A young boy was bent over a mock campfire with a mock stick with mock marshmallows on the end. A resin cast old man was gathering wood, opposite of the frozen campfire. Shaking his head and smiling to himself, he decided to just browse around and see what he could find.

Eventually, he found what he was looking for: fitted shirts. He wanted to show off those wonderfully toned abs that he'd spent all of two weeks developing. He rifled through several racks of clothing before he eventually found a couple that he liked. He tucked them under one arm and then wandered aimlessly through the store.

At one point, he found a pair of shorts that he liked and, miraculously, a pair of sunglasses that he actually thought looked good. He decided to go ahead and wear them while he browsed through the store. There was literally no one on the lower level of the store as he walked around. Eventually, he wandered up the stairs to the upper level. The upper floor was dedicated to women's wear, but he didn't care. He'd snagged a can of Red Bull, as he was walking around earlier, and figured it was time to pop it open.

There weren't many people in the upper part of the store, either. He noticed one couple and a single blonde woman as he strode around aimlessly. The guy was build and the women all had athletic bodies. He could feel his eyes unconsciously traveling towards the women, admiring the way their clothes hugged the gentle curves of their fit bodies and the swells of their firm breasts. He had always had a bad habit of watching women in public, but now he seemed almost mesmerized by them.

Both the couple and the blonde caught him looking. The guy simply nodded at him, basically telling him to fuck off. After a while, they collected their items and headed off down the stairs toward the registers. The lone blonde on the other hand gave him a cute little smile. He smiled back, though she'd already turned her attention back to the clothes in front of her, and sauntered over.

"How's it going?" he asked her, smiling, leaning against a rack of clothes. The rack squealed in protest as he did so, one garment falling to the floor. Scott didn't notice.

"Um, fine," she replied, barely glancing up from the shirts hanging in front of her, her long yellow hair, obscuring her face.

"I'm Scott," he said, unperturbed, offering his hand. Up close, Scott could see she was trim. She was wearing a pair of bicycling shorts and a tight fitting shirt to match. His eyes traced the gentle curves of her smooth legs and her firm butt. 

She, on the other hand, only looked at his hand. "Um, hi, Scott," she said, with a flash of a smile. As she said the words, he felt an odd sensation wash over him. It wasn't much different than the "comfortably numb" feeling one gets when they've had a bit too much to drink, except he was lucid. Or, at least, he thought he was.

"So, what's your name?" he asked, leaning in a bit.

"It's, Sarah," she answered, this time turning to look at him. At the same time, she pushed back a lock of her golden hair. He felt her eyes lock onto his and some sort of connection seemed to form between them. He felt a stirring in his loins. The bizarre feeling deepened. He almost felt drunk.

"That's a pretty name, Sarah," he paused here for dramatic effect. "My name is Scott," he continued, offering his hand.

"Um, you just told me that," she said, laughing. Then, her face changed from one of mirth to one of alarm. After a brief pause, she followed with, "Are you drunk?" She waved her hands in front of the mirrored reflections of the sun glasses.

Suddenly, reality reasserted itself, snapping back like a rubber band, seemingly slapping Scott across the face. Scott felt his face flush and he was immediately embarrassed. "Oh, um," he tried to say. He whisked the sun glasses from his face. They fell to the floor.

The woman watched him as if he was crazy and, from the way things appeared, that might not have been far from the truth. He slowly backed away, backing into one of the racks. Clothing and hangers spilled to the carpeted floor as the rack went askew. He then spun around and left the area as quickly as he could, hiding behind a large display near the back of the store. After a few minutes, once he was sure the coast was clear, he made his way back down the stairs, stopping only briefly to retrieve the sunglasses. It wasn't often he found a pair he liked.

He'd decided he'd just pay for his items and get out before he embarrassed himself any further. However, at the register was the blonde girl. He looked to see if any of the other registers were open, but they weren't. Ugh, she would recognize him in a heartbeat. How embarrassing. He made up his mind to just leave his items and get out of the store, when he felt the same, strange feeling begin to bubble to the surface once again. He seemed instinctively drawn toward the blonde and he couldn't explain it. He shambled forward, slowly reaching for her like some undead zombie from countless horror films.




Succubus Ch. 04



Her tight butt was just a few feet away. He wasn't sure what he was going to do when he got there, he just knew that he wanted to touch her, to feel the gentle curve of that fine ass. Just as he was about to make contact, she suddenly moved and he heard someone say, "Thanks for shopping REI. Next customer, please."

He froze where he stood. Slowly, he swiveled his head toward the source of the voice. It was a cute little brunette working at the cash register. She was looking at him in the same way the blonde had. For all intents and purposes, he did, in fact, look insane. He looked around himself quickly to see if there was anyone else. There wasn't. Thank goodness for that.

He studied her for a moment. She was tall, thin, with long locks of dark hair spilling onto her shoulders and chest. She wore a tight fitting pair of designer jeans and an equally tight fitting blue t-shirt. The t-shirt barely covered her midriff and he could see the barest hint of skin underneath. She was nicely built, her breasts straining the tight fabric. A loose fitting green vest, sporting an REI logo, sat atop the shirt. The strange feeling, which had been slowly receding, resurfaced instantly.

"Hi," he said. He leaned in and looked directly at her chest, slowly, making sure she saw him. Her name tag was pinned to the vest, just above the swell of her breasts, partially obscured by her luscious long hair. Her name tag contained not only her name, but also indicated she was the store manager.

She watched him curiously with a cautious smile on her face. There was something off about him. He didn't seem dangerous, but definitely seemed either drunk or high. Possibly both. She cocked her head to one side as he continued to stare at her breasts and glowered at him.

He tossed the clothing he'd picked up onto the counter. "So, um," he began. He reached forward and, before the woman could object, brushed the hair away from her name tag. He propped his elbows up on the counter, cradling his head in his hands. He then continued. "So, Carrie, you have to do everything here yourself?" he said.

Carrie couldn't believe the audacity of this guy and couldn't hide the surprise on her face as he so blatantly violated her personal space. "He is definitely a cocky bastard," Carrie thought to herself. Physically, though, the response was a delayed look of shock and all she could get out was, "Excuse me?"

Scott lifted his head, off of his supporting hands, just long enough to reach out a second time and tap the hard plastic name tag. He could tell he was making the girl uncomfortable, but he couldn't help himself. He felt in control. "You're a manager, right?" he asked, his smile never wavering.

Carrie had, indeed, grown quite uncomfortable by this point and unconsciously taken a step away. She didn't know how to react. She looked down at her name tag, as if to reacquaint herself with who she was and what her job title might be. Then she merely answered his question. "Yes, I'm the store manager." 

"And," Scott began, turning and gesturing to the entire store with a wave of his hand, "you have to do all the work here, apparently?" Scott asked, turning back, smiling at her. Clearly the woman had no idea what he was getting at.

Carrie still didn't understand what he was talking about. "I'm sorry?" She could feel her self relaxing the more she spoke to him. Her guard was dropping quickly.

Scott gave her a look of incredulity. "You're the store manager, but you're running the registers," he said smugly. Here, Scott stepped back, spread his arms wide to indicate the registers.

Carrie couldn't help herself and she smiled. He was a customer, after all, she needn't be rude. "Oh, yeah. Sorry," she said, laughing a little. "One girl called in sick and other was already off. This early in the morning there is hardly anyone here, so I am doing it all, like you said." A small part of her wondered why was she telling him all of this.

Scott was having a great time, himself. He could tell that he had made her uncomfortable, but now she seemed to be opening up. The urge to touch her skin was growing, but he kept himself at an even keel and kept smiling. He offered his hand. "I'm Scott," he announced. "Scott Birch."

"Hi, Scott," she said, amiably enough, tilting her head in a cute fashion. She took his hand and gave it a hearty shake. She felt a feeling of warmth wash over her. "My name is Carrie," she began, before stopping herself. She let his hand fall away. "Um, just Carrie." She felt herself flush and gave him a nervous little smile. In an attempt to hide it, she then busied herself with ringing up his items.

She found herself strangely attracted to him and she couldn't explain why. He was extremely cocky and, from all outward appearances, kind of an ass. He had no problem looking her in the eyes and he didn't feel the need to apologize. It was strange, he didn't strike her as the "bad boy" type, but he definitely seemed sure of himself. Correction, he seemed full of himself.

He looked away from her, his attention drawn by something random. "So, Just Carrie, what else do you do when you're not doing all the work at the local REI?" he asked, as she rang up his items.

She thought about this for a moment, as she bagged his items. "Well, I like to bicycle and I take a kickboxing..." she began, before Scott cut her off.

He nearly laughed as he responded. Gesticulating with his arms he clarified, "No, no, no. I mean, what do you do for FUN." With that last word, he turned his head to face her, a smile on his face, as he annunciated the word slowly. Fun, with a capital "F."

She felt herself flush again, but by this time she felt completely relaxed. She laughed loudly, this time. The guy was almost intoxicating to be around. She felt her defenses slipping away. She smiled and said, "Hey, those things ARE fun to me!"

Scott felt his manhood beginning to swell as they moved deeper into the conversation. He was incredibly attracted to this woman, but he'd only known her for a couple of minutes. He couldn't take it any longer. He wanted this woman. He turned toward her, his face suddenly serious, and asked point blank, "Do you want to go somewhere and do something fun with me today?"

Carrie wanted to, badly, but she couldn't explain why. Everything he said sounded like a great idea. An image of herself, riding him right there on the countertop, flickered through her mind. "Why do we need to go anywhere?" she asked. "We can have fun right here," she said, slipping out of her vest and walking around the counter.

She leaned in and kissed him hard. He instinctively put his arms around her, pulling her closer. He could feel the soft mounts of her breasts pressed against his chest and her soft lips pressed against his. The feeling of euphoria intensified. He let her go just enough to squeeze his hand between her and himself. The hand snaked its way down until it found her zipper.

Suddenly, the trance was broken as two tones of an electronic bell sounded loudly. A customer was entering the store. Scott let go of Carrie and she fell back against the counter, breathing hard. She recovered after a few moments. "What just happened?" she asked, confused. 

Scott wasn't sure, himself. It was as if he had been awash in pure, animalistic lust. She looked back over her shoulder at the two customers that had entered the store. "I don't know what just happened, but..." she said, trailing off. "I'm sorry."

Scott shook himself, trying to clear his clouded mind, the fog slowly receding. Within moments, reality came rushing in again and the odd feeling dissipated completely. The spell was definitely broken. For the first time since he'd come into the store, he was at a loss for words. 

"Um, yeah," was all he could muster.

Carrie quickly slipped back into her vest and resumed her post behind the counter. She smiled awkwardly at him and said, "Um, here's your stuff." She handed him his bag before adding, "Oh, it's eighty-three twelve."

"Yeah." Scott smiled wanly at her, almost embarrassed. He fished out his wallet, extracted his credit card and handed it to her.

She swiped the card through the reader and waited for it to authorize his transaction. It was an awkward silence, especially after the exchange they'd just had. He seemed almost shy now. It was truly bizarre and she was visibly relieved when the machine began to print out his receipt.

She tore the receipt off of the printer and placed it on the counter. After a moment of hesitation, she smiled and retrieved a pen from the cup beside the register. She scribbled on the receipt with it for a moment. She handed Scott the receipt and his credit card. As he took the items she said, "Thank you for shopping REI," with a curt smile.

Dejected, Scott left the building and shuffled back to his car. Flopping down behind the steering wheel, he stuffed his credit card and receipt into the bag and tossed the bag into the passenger seat. He felt so embarrassed about the way he'd acted in the store. What was happening to him? He thought about it for a moment. He'd felt libidinous, for lack of a better word. Actually, the more he thought about it, there was no better word. He would have taken Carrie right there in the store if the customers hadn't entered. He could feel it.

Scott started the car and put it into reverse, backing slowly out of the parking space. He took one look back at the store front, watching the girl ringing up one of the customers that had interrupted them. With a sigh, he put the car in drive and left the parking lot.

He drove slowly down the road, lost in his thoughts. Only when the car behind him blew its horn at him, did he shake himself out of the funk he was in and accelerate. After a few minutes, he pulled into his driveway and parked the car. He snatched his bag from the passenger seat and exited the car, slamming the door shut. 

At the front door, he gathered his mail from the postbox, affixed to the wall, next to the door. He struggled to unlock the wrought iron gate that barred access to the front door, eventually dropping the mail. Finally, wrenching the gate open, he then unlocked the front door. As soon as he had the door open, he picked up the mail and dumped it onto the small table that sat just inside the door. It immediately spilled back onto the floor. Now pissed off, he aimed for the couch and tossed his REI bag across the room. It landed at least a foot away from the couch, failing to travel far enough. Scott ignored it and picked up the mail a second time.

He slipped out of his worn sneakers and kicked them carelessly toward the living room. They tumbled a few feet before colliding with an end table. He stomped off to the kitchen in search of something to eat. In his sudden glee that morning, he'd failed to eat anything for breakfast and now he was incredibly hungry. Hopefully, he actually had something eat.

He walked down the short hallway from the foyer and entered the small dining area. Here, a few dry groceries, that he'd meant to put away, were piled on top of the small, round wooden table that adorned the center of the room. He spied an unopened bag of potato chips within the random assortment of goods. Without hesitation, he picked these up and headed through the far doorway into the kitchen.

Once in the kitchen, he tore open the bag of chips. He absent-mindedly stuffed chips into his mouth as he purveyed the area for something to go with them. Not readily seeing anything, he crossed the room to the refrigerator and hefted it open. Since he'd missed breakfast, breakfast sounded fantastic, so he grabbed a couple of eggs, sausage, and some hash brown potatoes. 

He bent and opened the cabinet to the right of the oven, pulling out two scuffed skillets. He placed one of these on a large, back burner and turned the burner to "high". He put the other pan on a small burner in the front. He twisted the knob for the smaller pan, turning it on about half way. He poured a quantity of oil into the pan in the back. He threw a couple of sausage patties into the smaller pan.

After a couple of minutes the back pan was sizzling. He reduced the heat slightly and tossed in the contents of the bag containing the hash brown potatoes. By this time the patties were also sizzling. So, he carved off a small pat of butter, which went into the pan with the sausage. He knew it wasn't healthy, but it tasted great. After a few seconds, the butter began to melt.

He picked up the pan and tilted it in various directions, running the small quantity of butter around inside the skillet, coating the bottom with yellow goodness. Once it had been well covered, he cracked the eggs open and poured them into the pan with the sausage. Retrieving a spatula from a drawer, he then began scrambling the eggs and breaking up the sausage into small pieces. The potatoes were then flipped and began to brown on the other side.

After a few more minutes of culinary artistry, breakfast was ready. He scooped the potatoes out of the pan and slid them onto a waiting plate. He picked up the pan containing the eggs and turned it up at an angle so that the contents slid neatly onto the plate, next to the potatoes. No sooner was the food on the plate before he dug in with a fork, completely forgetting about the chips.

He carried the plate out of the kitchen, into the living room, and he set it on the coffee table. He snatched the television remote from the arm of the old tan leather couch and plopped down. The TV came to life as he pushed the power button on the remote. He found an old rerun of the Twilight Zone, which seemed decent enough.

He picked up the plate and began to finish his meal. It only took a few short minutes for him to scarf everything down. He leaned back on the couch, relaxed now that he was in familiar surroundings and well fed. As he watched The Twilight Zone, he recognized the episode as "Where Is Everybody?" It was about a world where everyone began disappearing and only one man realized it. He couldn't help thinking that his last few days closely paralleled that of one of Rod Serling's episodes: everything starts off seemingly normal, but slowly things spiral into the bizarre.

As soon as the current episode ended, another started. Apparently there was a marathon going that Saturday. Scott decided his life was already strange enough, so far that day, so he turned the television off and tossed the remote onto the couch. It bounced around a bit before it fell onto the carpeted floor.

He leaned over the edge of the couch to pick it up and found that it had landed next to his REI bag. With a great strain, he reached further and tried to pick up the bag. He could only reach it with the tips of his fingers, but after a moment they began to gain a little traction and he was able to pull the bag toward him. He turned over and lay on his back, reclining against the arm of the sofa. He dumped the contents of the bag into his lap. 

First from the bag came tumbling the pair of sunglasses, then followed immediately by everything else. The receipt floated down and landed on the floor next to him. He first examined the shirts. They looked so tiny, he couldn't believe that he would now be able to fit into them. He reached down and pulled his shirt up, exposing his abs. They looked even more chiseled than he'd remembered and the smile, somewhat subdued, returned to his face.

He stood and took off his shirt, then slipped one of the fitted tees over his head. It hugged his body as he pulled it down over him. He then slipped out of his shorts and tried on the new pair. He then padded off down the hall to the bathroom to check out his new look.

As he entered the bathroom, he flicked on the light. He stood in front of the mirror and checked himself out. He definitely looked more defined now, much more so than when wearing his frumpy t-shirt and fraying khaki shorts. He slid the shirt back up, revealing his abdominals.

The smile crept back onto his face as he examined them. It wasn't his imagination, he really did seem to be more cut than he was that morning. That was impossible, though. The mirror was still fogged a bit, earlier, maybe he had misinterpreted what he'd seen. Either way, he still looked fantastic. His vigor renewed, he snapped up his shirt and slung it over his shoulder before leaving the bathroom.

He walked back up the hall and into the living room. He plopped down onto the couch and picked up his old shirt and shorts from the floor, where they lay. As he did so, the receipt fell into his lap. He picked it up, with intent to shove it into the plastic REI bag. Just before he did so, he realized that something had been written near the top in pink ink.

He frowned for a moment, reading it. Suddenly his face lit up as he realized who had written it. It said, "Meet me. Soprano 10P." Soprano 10P? What the hell was that? Then it came to him. Soprano was the club on 12th Street, downtown. At 10:00 PM, he guessed. Wow, she wanted to see him tonight. His earlier good mood reasserted itself as he jumped up from the couch, almost cheering.

He trotted quickly down the hall to the bedroom and rummaged through his closet. He hadn't been to a club in a long while and he seriously doubted he actually had any clothes that would pass. Picking out several shirts from the closet, he placed them on the bed. He walked back and forth, looking at them all, but none of them seemed to be worthy of his impending date.

A quick glance at the clock told him it was nearly noon. There was plenty of time to go out and find something interesting. He walked back up to the living room and put his new shirt back on, snugged on his sneakers, and grabbed his keys.

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Later that night, he found himself parked just down the street from the Soprano Club. He'd done a little research, thankfully, before leaving the house and he knew what he was in for. It'd taken him half the day to find what he was looking for and he was quite pleased with the result. He'd spent the rest of his time cleaning up the house. He checked himself out in the rearview mirror one last time. He let out a pent up sigh and then said, "Let's do this." 

He opened the door to the car and stepped out onto the asphalt in a new pair of black loafers. A dark pair of straight legged jeans followed and then his crisp dark leather belt. Above the waist he wore a smart, button-down white shirt, with long sleeves, and a dark blazer. He left the blazer open and in the gulf of the blaring white hung a loose fitting thin black tie.

Now that he'd trimmed up the clothes fit great and he felt great. It was probably the best he'd ever looked. Casual, but not too casual. He'd shaved and everything. He adjusted his tie and made his way around the corner.

As soon as he rounded the corner, he was assaulted by sights and sounds. Pools of people were gathered everywhere, chatting, laughing, and smiling. He looked up at the neon lights announcing that this was, indeed, the Soprano Club. A pair neon red lips, parted as if it were singing, were paired next to the bold blue letters of SOPRANO. Bold yellow music symbols surrounded it all. He smiled. This was the first time he'd been there. Actually, the more he thought about it, he guessed it was the first time in a while he'd been out anywhere. 

As he approached a throng of people, smiling and talking amongst themselves, one of the girls turned and smiled at him, before rejoining the conversation with her friends. She didn't freak out and she didn't look at him in an odd way. Scott smiled, his confidence boosted. He could feel the strange feeling of drunken lust ever so slightly emerging.

He kept a lookout for Carrie. She hadn't said where'd she be, only when she'd be there. Scott pulled his phone from his pocket and checked the time: 10 o'clock on the dot. He bounded up the steps as he stuffed his phone back into his pocket. When he reached the top of the stairs, he wished he'd have arrived earlier.




Succubus Ch. 04



A wall of people stretched down the ramp and around the side of the building, all waiting to get inside. He scanned them with his eyes, but didn't find Carrie among them. She might have already been inside. Surely they'd let him in. He turned to head toward the door and came face to face with a large bouncer.

He was the most stereotypical bouncer he'd ever seen: shaved head, goatee, built, large gut, and arms as big around as Scott's own neck. The bouncer held out a hand and said, "Can't you see the line, buddy?"

Scott looked at the line and then back at the bouncer. He sized the man up and he could feel that the bouncer was doing the same. "Um, yeah. The thing is, I'm supposed to meet someone and she's already here." He added a smile for extra oomph.

It had no effect on the muscle-bound man. He merely pointed a meaty finger in the general direction of the line and said, "End of the line."

Scott looked at the line again and then back at the man. He was beginning to feel a new sensation building in him. He couldn't describe it exactly, only that he was suddenly filled with overwhelming confidence. He remained very calm. He didn't want to cause waves, rock the boat, and a myriad of other cliches. But now, this guy was disallowing him access to the place he needed to be. He looked the man up and down once more and knew deep down inside that, if worse came to worst, he could take him.

Scott stepped forward a step and said evenly, "You don't understand. I need to get in there. Now."

The man stepped forward himself, his face nearly touching Scott's. "And you don't seem to understand friend. I said, 'back of the line.' That means BACK OF THE LINE." And the man reached out to push Scott away.

Just as his hand came into contact with Scott's chest, Scott reached up with his right hand and grabbed the man's wrist, stopping him cold. The man tried to push him, but found the he could not. In sudden shock and dismay, he tried to withdraw his hand and found that it was equally impossible. Scott help him like a steel trap. Scott pulled him in close and laid his left hand on the bouncer's shoulders.

"Look, I don't want any trouble. I just want to get inside," Scott said, quietly.

The man's face was bright red with anger and he shook but, as Scott spoke the words, a dramatic change came over his face. The crimson color washed immediately from his face, so much so, that he almost looked pale. His eyes widened and his jaw went slack. Scott released him and the bouncer stumbled backwards, dazed for a moment.

It took the bouncer a second to come around, but then he emphatically said, "Well, yeah. You need to get in there, man." He said it in a jovial voice and smiled at Scott. He moved aside and gestured toward the door with his two meaty arms.

Scott wasn't sure what had just happened, but he figured he'd better go ahead and get in there before the bouncer realized what he was doing. He cautiously walked past the beefy man and entered the club. As Scott passed him, he heard the bouncer say, "Have fun, sir."

As he entered the club he was hit with contradictory visuals and sounds. A long staircase ascended directly in front of him, leading to a loft-like area at the top. To his left was set a large bar, people milling all about, and some small booths set along the wall, sloping under the upper floor. To his right was the dance floor. A DJ was set up at the far end, bouncing to the thundering beats.

Up the stairs appeared to be a cocktail lounge. He could see another, smaller, bar up there with tables, chairs, and couches applied liberally in the available floorspace. Large screens hung on two of the walls, playing two different black and white movies. Scott didn't recognize either of them.

Subdued blue lighting gave the place an otherworldly feel. The club was packed and there were people everywhere. A laugh here, a shout there, from no discernible source. Normally, Scott would be uncomfortable with so many people surrounding him, but tonight he felt relaxed and in control. He could feel the lusty warmth bubbling underneath his skin, being near so many attractive women.

Suddenly a hand tapped him on the shoulder. He wheeled around and found himself face to face with Carrie. She was wearing a tiny little blue dress. It was cinched in at the waist and the material was gathered just above her belly button, giving the impression that everything was stretched toward that point. The dress barely covered her butt and was pulled tight between her thighs. There were small ties on either side to pulling the material tight against her skin. The dress gave new meaning to the phrase "plunging neckline." The material opened up a couple of inches above her waist. The gap widened as it ran up her body, exposing a copious amount of her generous breasts, until it formed a loop behind her neck. Her dark hair spilled down in all directions. Scott took her in. Damn she looked sexy. 

"Excuse me, do I know you?" he asked, playfully.

Carrie offered her hand. "I don't think you do," she said, coyly, smiling. "My name is Carrie."

The warm feeling washed over him as she said her name. Scott struck a pose of thought and then shook her hand. "I know a Just Carrie," he said. "Are you related?"

At that, Carrie laughed. Scott looked her up and down, the lust beginning to build in his blood. "Do you want a drink?" he asked.

"No, let's get out of here," she said with a smile and then tugged on his hand, moving toward the door. He'd just gotten there. Hell, he'd almost beat a bouncer to get inside, but she was already ready to leave. He shrugged and decided to just go with the flow.

She led him back outside, through the double doors. The bouncer was still there, who courteously shoved someone roughly aside so that Scott and Carrie could exit. As they left the building, they heard the bouncer say, "Have a good night, sir." They walked down the steps, weaving around people coming and going, and headed toward the parking lot.

As they walked, the tension steadily built and, as soon as they rounded the corner, Carrie grabbed Scott by the collar, spun him around, and pushed him into the rough brick wall. Her lips locked onto his, pushing his head back against the wall, one leg rubbing up against his. He, in turn, grasped her around the waist, pulling her closer to him. The feeling of shear intoxicating lust engulfed them both.

Carrie heard a quiet laugh as a group of young women passed by them. She backed off and smiled at him before grabbing Scott by the hand. She weaved a path through the parking lot toward the parking deck. There, they found a set of stairs and descended, emerging two levels down. They crossed the dimly lit garage and found a secluded corner, with a lone car parked nearby.

Carrie didn't understand the way she was acting, but she definitely understood the way she felt. She had planned this far in advance. "I parked down here earlier, just in case," Carrie said, as she pushed Scott on to the trunk a car that was parked in the dark area. "I knew we were going to do this before you even left the store this morning," she continued, biting her lip.

"Good thinking," Scott said as he put his arms around her neck and pulled her to him.

They locked into another kiss as she fumbled with his belt, attempting to loosen it. He lifted the back of her dress and splayed his hand across her firm ass, squeezing it ever so gently. He could hear her take a sharp intake of air. She finally got his belt off and began working on the fastener of his pants.

He ran his hands up and inside the back of her dress, across her bare back and began kissing her neck. She let out a quiet, shuttering sigh. He began near her shoulder, softly kissing her as he made his way to her neck. Once he reached her neck, he began to suckle the skin. He could feel her tense in his arms, her breathing becoming ragged. She completely forgot about the zipper that she'd been trying to unfasten and let her hand fall away.

He squeezed her toned ass once more, sending her over the edge. She came, standing there behind the car, lost in his embrace. It was short, but intense. She shook with the exertion, uttering a low moan, nearly collapsing when it was over. 

She breathed heavily and smiled. "Wow," she said. "I've never come like that before."

Scott raked a bit of her hair behind her ear and whispered in her ear, "There's a lot more where that came from." He could feel her shiver as he said it.

She pushed him back onto the trunk and resumed unfastening his pants. She slipped off his shoes and then yanked off his pants, tossing them behind her. His boxers came off next. To Carrie, Scott was an aphrodisiac, and all she wanted to do was please him and be pleased by him. She'd never felt this way in her entire life.

Scott felt almost beyond himself with drunken lust. He was enjoying this far more than any normal sexual encounter, even when they'd been between himself and the succubus, Miln. He seemed awash in it, almost energized by it. Just the sheer utterance of his name would cause another wave to come crashing over him.

As she removed his boxers, she finally caught sight of his manhood and she felt another wave of pleasure rock through her. Just being around him made her feel good. Her sex was throbbing, aching to have his cock inside it. She was on the verge of coming again, just looking at his bulging member.

She gripped his shaft tightly with her right hand and slowly tugging at him gently. It didn't take long until he began to harden. He was impressive even before she began and he was becoming more impressive the harder he got. As he stiffened, she leaned in and began to softly suckle the head, rubbing his thigh with her free hand. She heard him take a sharp breath. 

Scott leaned back and just enjoyed all the sensations. Everything she did was magnified ten fold by the overwhelming waves of bliss that were continuously rolling through him. Though the pleasure was intense, he also felt completely in control. He could feel her warm hands encircling his throbbing member and her soft lips sucking at the head. It would send shivers of pleasure through him periodically as she nibbled on the tip.

She continued pumping his cock as she circled the head with her long tongue. Feeling Scott stiffen underneath her, she felt another wave of pleasure roll through her, like thunder of an impending storm. She could feel the telltale tingle of a pending release building inside her. She rubbed her thighs together unconsciously, as she teased the tip of his penis with her teeth, sending blazing warmth through her.

Carrie was not content to simply suck on the tip of his cock. She began alternating between suckling the tip and pumping him with her hand. Each time she would take him into her mouth just a little further, until finally, she was taking him in as far as she could. Her lips now firmly wrapped around his rock hard erection, she began to slowly suck him. Her hand, which was previously occupied, now busied itself with massaging his tight scrotum.

She began slowly and built up speed, her head bobbing up and down, as she blew him. From Scott's point of view, all he could see was a mass of hair, thrashing about. But the sensations -- the sensations were incredible. He could feel her hot lips gripping his manhood tightly, sliding up and down the length of it. The sensations were growing stronger each time she went down on him and he felt himself edging closer.

Carrie could feel her own sex beginning to throb, tingles of warmth lighting her afire. She began rocking her hips as the pressure and tension began to build. She couldn't believe she was about come again, simply from sucking his cock. With her left hand she began to claw at his leg gently with her nails. She could feel him beginning to buck his hips. She didn't want him to come yet, but she couldn't stop herself.

Suddenly, she felt Scott tense and arch his back. She sucked him faster, urging him to come, but he never did. Instead, she came hard. This time the surge of pleasure was so great that she staggered and nearly collapsed to the ground as sheer nirvana wracked her body. Her knees buckled and she let his manhood slip from her mouth. Falling hard against the bumper of the car, she let out a low moan as amazing joy crested and washed over her. Her hands immediately went to her swollen sex.

Scott also felt a tremendous wave of bliss, of a far greater magnitude than anything he'd experienced before, pass through him at the same time. He instinctively thrust his hips forward. Then he felt her melt away from him, apparently wrapped up in similar throes. He sat there, rigid, as the wave crashed over him for a few moments. Once it was over, he looked down to see Carrie leaning against the trunk of the car convulsing. He hadn't come, but it sure felt like.

He hopped down from the trunk and stood beside her, helping her to her feet. She breathed heavily and leaned on him for support, taking one step forward as she lost her balance. After a moment, she indicated that she was okay. He picked her up and neatly placed her on the trunk. He then pulled up her dress, exposing her moist panties. He quickly pulled these off and added them to the pile behind him.

Carrie had just begun to catch her breath when she felt a warm, wet object probing her sensitive and engorged pussy lips. She tensed as, instantly, another orgasm rolled through her. The intensity was so great, she could barely breathe and she just sat there, her mouth agape and trembling. After a few seconds, she collapsed backwards onto the windshield, breathing raggedly, shivering.

She looked down to see Scott's face buried between her legs. He was amazing. She could feel him licking her, with long, thick strokes. She could feel him moving deeper and deeper, occasionally nibbling on her puffy lips. Suddenly, she could feel his tongue brush over her sensitive clit. The pleasure was so intense that she wriggled and writhed on the metal trunk of the car. She grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled him deeper into her sex.

As his hot, wet tongue probed deeper, his hands began to wander. They snaked their way up from her legs to her hips, then up from hips to her abdomen. With every lick and every suckle, he was bringing her closer to the edge. She alternately pushed him away and pulled him deeper into her, trying to force him to hit just the right spot. She wore an unconscious smile on her face as he continued delving deeper, periodically letting out a gasp.

Scott's hands made their way under her dress and to her breasts. There, he softly kneaded one of her beautifully formed breasts as he gently tweaked the hard red bud of the other. Warm tingling pleasure raced from her breast, causing her to instinctively put her hand on his, pressing it firmly into her breast. Carrie could feel the telltale tickle of her impending release approaching and she began rocking her hips in time with the exploratory thrusts of his tongue.

Within seconds she was on the edge. She couldn't breathe. She couldn't think. She sat completely stiff on the trunk of the car, her hips the only part of her body in motion. Scott gently squeezed the nipple of her other breast and a shockwave of bliss passed through her. Her body rocked with the effort of her orgasm and she let out a series of moans as the intense bolts of pleasure shot through her.

As it passed, she collapsed heavily against the rear windshield of her car, her chest heaving. Scott relinquished his hold on her breasts and stood. He scooped her up off of the car and hugged her tightly, kissing her neck. She smiled and gripped him tightly around the neck, pulling him toward her. She could feel is solid chest collide with her soft bosom as their bodies made contact.

He pushed her away and then plunged toward her mouth, locking into a passionate kiss. Carrie could feel warmth and tingles all over her body as if it were electrified. Scott's hand had made its way to her exposed sex and had begun rubbing it in a circular motion. She could feel the tension beginning to build within her almost immediately.

She could feel his warm hand circling her sensitive sweet spot, urging her closer to her climax. She could feel the tickle beginning at the base of her spine and she began thrusting her hips forward, setting a rhythm. The tickle traveled around her hips and engulfed her butt. At this point she was bucking her hips with much more force, pushing his deft fingers deeper into her enflamed sex. Finally, the tickle made its way around the front of her thighs, igniting her mound.

Scott could feel Carrie beginning to tense. She was thrusting her hips forward with so much force that he had trouble keeping contact with her clit. Suddenly, she tensed. He pulled her tightly toward him and doubled the speed of his hand, prolonging her orgasm. She convulsed several times, her mouth agape. Scott felt another tremendous wave of intense pleasure pass through him.

Once they had both recovered, Carrie slid herself off of the trunk of the car and stood before Scott. She pulled him tightly against her body and spun him around, pinning him against the side of the car. Her hands went around his neck and she kissed him deeply. A smile crept up on her face, forcing her to break off the kiss. She had never felt this way in her life.

She eyed the back car door on the passenger side and smiled at Scott. She let him go, just long enough to reach down and open the door. The inside of the car was dimly lit by the overhead dome light as she opened the door. She then grabbed and practically threw him into the back seat. He barely had time to sit up before Carrie was on top of him. 

She reached down and began fiddling with the buttons of his shirt, slowly unfastening each one in turn. He helped her by slipping out of his jacket as she worked on the buttons. Once the shirt and jacket were off, Carrie tossed them out through the open car door behind her. Scott helped Carrie shrug out of her tight, blue dress. The dress quickly followed Scott's suit.

It was the first time Scott had seen Carrie's breasts on all their glory and they did not disappoint. They were quite large for her thin body and fit neatly in his large hands, with which he now grasped them. Carrie, likewise, wasn't disappointed with Scott. He had rock hard chest muscles and chiseled abs and lean arm muscles. Carrie reached back with her foot and yanked the door closed with the toe of her foot.

In the near darkness, Scott pulled Carrie close, hugging her against his body. He could feel the soft mounds of her large breasts pushing against his well-toned chest. She pushed him down hard against the seat of the car, kissing him ferociously. Scott kissed her back in earnest as he slid himself backwards, making some additional room.

Carrie pushed her sex down, pinning Scott's throbbing member between her sensitive pussy lips. She felt Scott's cock re-harden as she she did so. She felt awash in pleasure as she began slowly stroking his cock with her enflamed sex. She gasped and smiled as one particularly intense wave passed through her. "He's not even inside of me yet and I'm ready to come again," she thought to herself. What was going on? She thought that he might have slipped something to her, but she'd felt the same way at the store and he'd had no contact with her at all. After a few moments, she realized she didn't care.

Scott was still hugging Carrie tightly against him and he could feel the swells of her breasts slowly rubbing against him. It felt like electricity. Sparks of lust bubbled and burst around where they made contact. He pulled her down and kissed her hard, again. 

She lifted him up until he was in a sitting position. She continued grinding against his throbbing sex. Once he was upright, she intensified her movements and kissed him even more intently. He grasped her tight butt and pulled her closer, making the contact between her sex, and his, even greater. Carrie shuttered for a moment, sure that she was going to come. After a moment, the feeling diminished, but just barely.