FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Chapter 1

Kizza tossed her groceries carelessly onto the conveyor at the checkout stand. It was just food, whatever. As a succubus, she still needed regular food, but it was the magical love energy from others that she truly enjoyed. This food was just ... sustenance. It wasn't important, or even pleasurable.

At least going to the store this late at night meant that there wasn't a line.

She'd chosen to disguise herself as a cute bunny this time. Normally when out on innocuous errands like this, she'd make herself ugly and haggard - being effectively invisible was an advantage, due to the curse that bitch of a sorceress had put on her. But she hadn't had a conquest for a while, hadn't had any love to feed on, so she'd used one of her tried and true disguises, in the hopes of maybe stumbling upon some poor sap to drain energy from. Her bunny disguise was always a winner. In it, she looked innocent, maybe even a little helpless and stupid, but still dead sexy. Nice, long legs disappearing up into athletic shorts that were a size too small, and a simple cotton tank top - with no bra underneath, of course - that left a sliver of her white belly fur exposed. It almost always succeeded in arousing guys' interest without arousing their suspicion.

Once the tired-looking, off-duty waitress in front grabbed her single grocery bag and left, Kizza was the only one still in line. Good. The fewer people she interacted with, the better.

The cashier was a grey colt with a strikingly white mane. Kind of cute, maybe. Not the kind of guy Kizza would normally waste her time with; she preferred ones she could drain for love-energy and money. But it had been a while. She caught him nervously glancing at her chest as he scanned her groceries, and she knew her nipples would be standing out sharply against the thin white fabric of her tank top, accentuating the medium-sized but oh-so-perky tits she'd given herself. Guys were so easy to entice. It was pathetic, really.

When she swiped her card to pay, the reader processed for a moment, but then made an angry buzzing sound.

"Huh?" The cashier looked down at his screen. "It's not going through. Can you swipe it again?"

Rolling her eyes - but with a bit of a flirtatious smile - she did so. The machine buzzed again.

"Are you sure it's not over the credit limit?"

"Very sure." Kizza glared at the dumb colt. This was a Black Platinum card, hadn't he ever seen one before? It didn't have a limit. It was a 'gift' from her latest 'fiance', an aardvark who was as wealthy as he was ugly. Unfortunately for him, he'd fallen into a crippling depression, as all her sources of love-energy eventually did. It would be years before he could summon enough energy to even get out of bed, which meant it was time for her to seek out new prey.

The colt ran his fingers through his mane, on the back of his neck. "Huh. Must be something wrong with the terminal then. Hold on a minute."

Her hands instantly shot out and gripped the edge of the counter. Ugh, he'd triggered her curse! It had been her own mistake, really, that had gotten her into this mess. She'd been stupid and overconfident, and she'd thought it was a good idea to seduce the husband of a powerful unicorn sorceress. Everything had gone well at first - that stallion of hers had been so full of love for her - but when the bitch found out about it, she put a protective ward around her husband, sealing him away from Kizza forever. And that wasn't all. She'd uttered a powerful curse, the kind of black magic that had been forbidden for centuries ... which meant that despite her best efforts, Kizza couldn't find anyone capable of undoing it. The curse simply forced her to do anything that anyone else directly ordered her to.

It wasn't normally that bad, actually. If she avoided too much contact with other people and was careful about what kinds of situations she put herself in, it turned out that people didn't actually give direct orders very often. The only real problem was when someone...

After exactly one minute, she released her grip on the counter. The cashier was staring at her, his eyes full of curiosity and the gears in his head clanking. Oh, shit. He might be starting to figure it out. It had only happened to her two times in the past, and each time, she'd barely managed to escape, on a technicality, and had to rebuild her life from scratch in a new city with new identities.

"Okay, I've restarted the terminal. Try it again."

She ran her card through again, the curse's compulsion leaving a bitter taste in her mouth, even though she would have done exactly the same thing without it.

It made a pleasant ding this time, and the colt started bagging up her groceries. But he looked over at her as he did, his ears perked and pointed right at her. "So, um, what's your deal?"

"Yiff you!" she shouted, louder than she'd intended to. "Just finish bagging up my food and let me get out of this shithole store!" She was already mentally crossing this place off her list, yet another place she'd make sure to never go again. Damn this curse.

He jumped back a little, even letting out a bit of a startled whinny. Probably wasn't expecting to hear an outburst like that from a cute little bunny like her.

She looked pointedly at her half-bagged groceries.

At least he picked up on that. But as he slowly went back to work, he glanced at her again. "I'm sorry. I was just trying to make conversation. My boss says I don't talk to customers enough, but it's hard, because I've always been kind of shy."

She crossed her arms over her chest - hiding her tits from him - and just glared.

"If there's something wrong, just tell me."

Kizza grit her bunny teeth, but she couldn't fight it. She could feel the curse triggering, forcing her to tell him exactly what was wrong: "I'm under a curse, you idiot! It forces me to do every stupid thing anybody tells me to, no matter what."

"Huh? So ... you have to do anything someone tells you to?"

"Yiff you, asshole! I'm out of here!" Leaving her groceries on the counter, she turned and stormed toward the exit. She had to get out before...

"Wait! Come back - you forgot your bags!"

Goddess yiffing damn it. She stopped instantly, turned around, and came back to him as slowly as the curse would allow her to.

Her plan had been to dart away again the moment she'd fulfilled her compulsion to 'come back', but he must have noticed it from her very first twitch, because he hastily said, "Stay here."

She did as she was told, stopping exactly where she was and not moving from that spot. But she did turn her head and glare at him over her shoulder. "You'd better just let me go right now, pony boy. The guys I like end up as shriveled husks - you don't even want to know what I'd do with you." It was a bit of a bluff, but horses are known for being skittish when they're young, and he looked like the kind of guy to live up to that stereotype.

But her threat didn't scare him off. He leaned forward over the counter, looking at her closely ... looking right into her eyes.

Realizing it a moment too late, she snapped her head around to hide her green eyes - a dead giveaway of a succubus, no matter how disguised - but it was too late.

"Oh... You're one of those succubi, aren't you?"

She stayed facing away from him, holding onto her sullen silence. It had been easier back when she wasn't cursed. Going out in the daytime gave her an excuse to wear dark sunglasses that would hide her nature from the world. Yiff him. Maybe if she ignored him and refused to engage, he'd lose interest long enough for her to make a break for it. At least her long bunny legs were fast - she might need that advantage.

But he wasn't taking the lack of an answer for an answer. "Tell me if you're a succubus."

She groaned. It looked like today was going to be one of those shitty days. "Yes, I'm a succubus, and I'm going to yiffing end you, stupid colt."

"Never do anything to hurt me, directly or indirectly." He stood back and crossed his arms over his chest, sporting a smug grin that made her want to rip his face off ... but, unfortunately, the curse would now prevent her from doing that. And his command hadn't left much wiggle room ... finding a way to get revenge on him was going to be very tricky.

She shook her head. Revenge? That's stupid, inefficient, dangerous. She should be trying her best to escape, and yiff revenge. Her revenge would be to get out of his control and make damn sure he never saw her again.

The colt glanced around to make sure nobody else was there. This late at night, Kizza might be the only customer in the store, and the employees would be on a skeleton staff. There was nobody to be seen.

"Show me a transformation."

Of all the yiffing shit-brained that could have come from that colt's mouth-- Kizza clenched her jaw, focusing on keeping control of how she obeyed the compulsion before the curse simply had its way with her. She picked the most intimidating disguise in her repertoire: a burly tigress wrapped in black leather and steel spikes. Her new form stood at least a head taller than her already-tall bunny disguise, and outweighed it by at least double. She bared her fearsome teeth, gave him a vicious snarl, and swiped her claws through the air.

That made him jump back and hide behind the counter, at least ... but the effect was only temporary. He came back up, clapping ironically. "Very cool. But the bunny is cuter."

Kizza flicked her striped tail and bared her teeth again, her slitted green eyes trembling with rage.

"Just change back, already. I already know you can't hurt me."

She changed back into her bunny form - she had to, after all. But this time, she gave herself much more modest clothing: a skirt that hung down nearly to her ankles, a tank top with a bra this time, and a pink sweater on top of that, even though it was the middle of June. Even her nice, shiny hair was tied up in a ponytail where he wouldn't get to see it. Yiff him if he thought she was going to give him another opportunity to ogle her.

"So, um... You're a demon and you feed on, you know ... guys? Sucking the life out of them? Isn't that illegal?"

Ugh, of all the nerve! "Hey, shithead! Succubi are people, too, not demons!" Yiffing religious kooks, giving her proud people a bad name because of their stupid superstitions. "And it's not our fault that we need love-energy to survive! I'll have you know there's a bill in congress right now that will give succubi the right to feed whenever they can find a willing partner, as long as they don't kill them."

Another customer came up to the checkout line and started plunking down junk food on the conveyor. A big fat badger in a wrinkled, ill-fitting security guard uniform. What a loser. But it forced the colt behind the register to finish Kizza's transaction and move on.

"Okay, come and get your bags, then you're all set."

That released her from the compulsion to stay in her spot, though she did still have to grab the bags. She tried to snatch them as quickly as possible and run for it, but the damn colt had her at a disadvantage.

"Come back at one a.m. when my shift ends," he said, just loud enough for her to hear. "Find me in the parking lot and come talk to me."

Oh Goddess damn it, she was stuck now.

"Oh, and flash me your boobs before you go."

What an asshole! She wanted to spit on his counter, but the curse knew that she'd only be doing that to hurt him, and it didn't let her. She'd been told not to. Instead, it forced her to grab the bottom hem of her sweater, dragging her fingers through her belly fur as she picked up her tank top and then her bra.

The badger's eyes went wide as she pulled the bra up, and his mouth gaped open.

She used her forearms to press her bunny tits together and jiggle them a little, the curse forcing her to properly flash the colt, rather than just giving him a little glimpse.

And him? That asshole whipped out his phone and snapped a picture before she could yank her sweater back down.

For a precious moment, though, she was free of every compulsion except the one to come back at one a.m., so without the slightest hesitation, she dashed away, past the vacant checkout lines, and out the door. She left her groceries forgotten on the floor where she'd dropped them for her stupid flashing act. Yiff that - she had bigger problems than her groceries.

Even though she had nowhere to be until one, and it was already past midnight, the curse still forced her to leave the parking lot so she could fulfill the command to 'come back'. Yiff that sorceress, yiff her with her husband's limp, wrinkly dick!

But as she began to calm down, a plan began to form. The dumb colt hadn't thought to specify what disguise she should be wearing when she came back. If she played her cards right, he might not recognize her. She might be able to 'find him in the parking lot and come talk to him' without receiving any more commands ... and then she'd be free to get the hell out of this town and never see him again.

* * *

Kizza's new disguise was an ancient-looking tortoise-shell cat, dressed in disheveled, stained clothes, and her pockets full of plastic bags. Her transformation magic didn't extend to accessorizing beyond a pair of dark sunglasses, but in the time that she had left, she'd managed to acquire a white cane to complete the look. It turned out, stealing from blind homeless guys was pretty damn easy.

And there was the colt, painfully obvious as he waited in front of the grocery store's front door. He had her grocery bags sitting next to him - a thoughtful touch, but it hardly made up for the way he'd already treated her ... and the way he no doubt intended to treat her.

It wasn't quite one a.m. yet. That was all according to plan. She shuffled around the parking lot, mumbling to herself and meandering up to each of the handful of cars still in it. For this to work, her act would need to be convincing.

Only gradually did she make her way over to the colt, pretending as if she didn't notice him until he moved, but once she did, she shambled over to him in a quick-limping gait. "Spare some change for a blind old cat lady?" she said, striking just the right balance between sounding needy enough to be convincing and pushy enough to be off-putting. The sweet relief of fulfilling the curse's compulsion swept over her. She had come back at one a.m., and she had talked to him. She was free ... as long as she could get out of here without him realizing who she was.

At first he tried to ignore her, but as she held out her hand more - all in the name of being more convincing - he eventually waved her away. "Get lost - I'm waiting for someone special."

"Augh!" Kizza turned away from him and began limping away, tap-tap-tapping her cane as she went. The grunt of utter disgust hadn't been difficult to fake - not when presented with the fact that he thought of her as 'someone special'.

If she turned her head right, she could catch his reflection in the back of her too-big glasses. He checked his watch, looked around, and scratched the back of his mane.

So close now! All she had to do was get around the corner of the building, and then she could change into her fastest disguise - a sprightly little pronghorn - and she'd be long gone by the time he figured it--

"Hey, wait!"

Yiff! She froze, faking a coughing fit like she was hacking up a hairball. There was still a chance he hadn't figured out who she was.

"Are you that bunny I talked to earlier?"

That wasn't a command. She didn't have to answer him. "Mmmrow?" Turning around, she tapped with her cane a few more times. "Bunny? Hm, no. I don't know any bunnies." She coughed again, theatrically, letting her tongue hang out, then licked the back of her hand.

"Oh, um..."

Yes! Yes! It was working!

He looked around the parking lot again, then back at her. "Tell me if you're that succubus I talked to earlier."

Mother-yiffing Goddess damn it! The cat was out of the bag now. "Yes, I am," she said quietly ... though the curse still forced her to make sure it was loud enough for him to hear.

His eyes went wide, and he pointed a finger at her for some reason. "You... you!"

She was momentarily free from any commands - he hadn't told her how long to wait - so as he stammered, she was already sprinting as fast as her crippled kitty legs could carry her.

Unfortunately, that wasn't very fast. A downside of this disguise being so convincing. The colt was a strong runner - as horses tended to be - and caught up to her in no time. "Stay with me until I say otherwise, and don't leave me again," he told her.

Well, that was it. She slowed to a stop and breathed a heavy sigh ... which probably sounded more like a strained gasp in her decrepit disguise.

"That was..." He looked her up and down. "That was a really clever trick. I almost didn't figure it out."

Plan A had been a total failure. It was time to go to plan B: seduce him, set him at ease and off-guard with total cooperation without needing commands ... and wait for him to get sloppy. Surely there would eventually be an opportunity to give him the slip. "Um, well, thank you, I guess." She turned her head away and glanced at him shyly. Even in this ugly disguise, she knew that would have quite an effect on a male. "You're pretty smart, aren't you? Most guys would fall for that every time." Flattery was always the fastest way to put someone off-guard. Well, flattery and mind-blowing sex.

"And I don't want to, um, offend you or anything... But could you change back to--"

In a flash of purple light, Kizza changed back to her bunny disguise, wearing the same shorts and tank top she'd been showing off with earlier. She dropped the white cane and wrung her hands together in front of her shorts, scrunching her shoulders together in a way she knew would press her tits up and show a little cleavage in the neckline. "Like this?"

The colt's mouth dropped open. She could feel his eyes undressing her already.

She forced herself to blush a little. "Do you think I'm cute?"

He nodded dumbly. Perfect. She was already eroding away his mental defenses, leaving him speechless. And a speechless colt was a colt that wouldn't be giving her any orders.

Slowly, rocking her hips with each step, she came toward him, until her face was mere inches from his. She pressed a finger against his store name tag. "Christopher, hm?" Her finger traced down his chest. "I don't think we've been properly introduced. My name is..." She didn't finish until her hand cupped the rapidly growing bulge in his pants. "Krissy." Her hand stayed right where it was, rubbing the warm bulge gently. "Isn't that a coincidence?" There was no way she was going to give him her real name - nobody still alive knew that. And since there was power in a name, she was going to keep it that way.

His hands were trembling at his sides, and he stared at her so intently. "I ... I brought your groceries..." He pointed to where they still sat by the door.

"Never mind that." With her other hand, she grabbed his wrist and guided him toward her tits, holding his palm just a hair's breadth away. "Don't you want to ... touch me?"

He gulped, quite visibly, and pressed his hand forward.

Kizza had to suppress a smirk as she felt his hand squeezing her breast. She covered it up with an aroused-sounding breath, leaning into it and rubbing him more. Soon she'd have him off his guard, and then she'd be free.

He brought his other hand up to paw at the other side, all on his own, and soon he was pulling her closer, running his hands all over her perky bunny body, up and down her sides, brushing over her little round ass, then just blatantly grabbing both cheeks of it. One hand dipped into the back of her shorts, under her panties, and found her furry ass more directly; the other traced around to her pale belly, then slid up under her tank top, finding its way to her tits. He groaned when he grabbed one and squeezed it tight. "Holy shit you're hot..."

"Hmm, yeah." Pressing up against him, she pressed her lips against his neck. She grabbed his ass and then pulled his tail a little. His bulge twitched a little when she did that. "You're not too bad either ... but maybe the parking lot of a Food Lion isn't the place..." Hopefully, he'd take her home. He'd feel more comfortable at home, more at ease - sloppier.

That suggestion, though, made him stop for some reason. He stood there with his hands inside her clothes like an idiot. "But, um, I usually ride the bus home, and, well..."

"Well what?"

"My mom is at home, and I'm pretty sure she wouldn't approve."

What a yiffing loser! How could she let herself get caught by somebody like him? Was she losing her edge? She could worry about that later, though. For now, she had more important concerns. "We could go to my place ... if you want." She gave him a sultry look, the kind that tended to make men compliant. Letting him know where she lived wasn't ideal, but if she didn't, it would force him to think about other ways to get some privacy. And the last thing she wanted was for him to be thinking.

"Huh?" He'd started rubbing her nipple again, distracting himself. "Oh, um... Sure. Do you have a car?"

She nodded toward the sleek little black thing tucked away at the edge of the lot, pulling his hand out of her shirt and her key out of the tiny pocket in her shorts. The car's lights flashed on when she hit the button.

"No way! You have a Furrari?"

She grinned at him, turned away, and started walking toward it. The car was Furrari's least expensive model, and more than five years old now, but it was still more than enough to impress a loser like him.

"Is that thing real?" He followed close, his hand still glued to her ass, but his eyes were on the car.

Thankfully, he didn't order her to let him drive. It already made her skin crawl just having his greasy-looking grocery store pants on the leather. Or maybe it was just the sensation of his hands crawling over her body as she tried to concentrate on not killing them both. Sure, she'd be happy about him being squished under a semi, but she wasn't invincible either, and it would be a waste of such a lovely car...

* * *

Kizza led him straight up to her apartment - unfortunately, she didn't have anywhere else at the moment - and she didn't skimp on the charm. She could feel his eyes on her silky little shorts the whole way. He couldn't know it, but as they'd been driving, she'd dipped into her transformation magic and given herself just a little more ampleness back there, making the shorts even tighter around her ass. And it was working perfectly.

"Wow," he said from behind her as they neared the elevators, "I never knew this apartment building was so nice on the inside. How do you even afford to live here?"

Uh-oh. There he was, thinking and asking questions. Maybe her covert enhancements hadn't been quite enough to fog his brain after all. She had to stall him with an "Um, you know..." because the actual answer to that question would just get him thinking more.

Luckily, they were already at the elevators, and soon she'd be able to take his mind off of anything else but sex.

She pulled him inside and mashed the button for the penthouse level. The very moment the doors slid closed, she got down on her knees in front of him and yanked his pants down, right along with his underwear.

His horse cock swung out and thumped against her face. Why was it always the stupid ones that were so blessed? Maybe all the blood it took to fill this thing didn't leave much for his brain... Not that she wasted much time admiring it. After just a moment of surprise, she opened wide and slurped his quickly hardening cock into her mouth.

He just stared down at her, his mouth gaping, as she went straight to it, swallowing down his length like the well-practiced seductress she was.

Kizza could already taste the lust flavored love-energy surging inside him. If this were another time, she would already be feeding, already be draining him. But that damn curse... He'd told her not to hurt him, so that lovely reservoir of untapped potential was off limits. She had no problem with the thickening girth in her throat, but the thought of all that wasted effort with no payoff almost did make her gag.

"H-holy shit!"

The colt had managed to find his voice again ... which maybe meant she wasn't quite bowling him over anymore. No problem; there was more where that came from.

With practiced ease, she lifted herself up a little higher and then shoved herself down. It was a bit uncomfortable on someone so endowed, but in one quick motion, she managed to press her cute bunny nose up against his belly above his sheath. As she drooled around the base of his cock, she reached one hand up and cupped his big, smooth balls, lightly tracing the tips of her fingers along their underside as if she could tickle the cum out of them.

It nearly worked. He shuddered, and the tip of his cock flared out wide deep down in her throat.

But then the elevator beeped. She pulled off of him and was on her feet, wiping her mouth clean with the back of her hand, before the doors slid open.

The dumb colt was left standing there with his pants around his ankles, his raging-hard boner dripping her spit and sticking straight out for anyone to see.

Unfortunately, there wasn't anyone else here to see his embarrassment. Kizza only had four neighbors up here on the top floor, and she rarely saw any of them ... which was just the way she usually liked it.

As she keyed in the code for her door, she looked back at the colt and smirked at his red face. He was fumbling and cursing, struggling to shove his oversized cock back into his pants and follow her. In the end, he just tucked it under his shirt and held his pants up with his hands as he waddled down the short hallway to her door.

His jaw dropped once she let him inside. "Woah... This place is, is... Oh my Goddess."

Thankfully, she was facing away from him as she locked her door back, or he might have seen her roll her eyes. This low-key little penthouse was nice, but it was nothing compared to some of the places she'd lived. Ever since the curse, she'd found it wise to keep things more subdued and not attract attention to herself, while still keeping comfortable, of course.

And she didn't intend to give him time to snoop around. As soon as she'd latched the deadbolts, she grabbed the head of his cock through his rough cotton shirt and began pulling him toward the living room couch. He followed willingly, and her grip kept his attention tightly enough that his eyes didn't wander around her home very much.

Once there, she turned him around and gave him a surprisingly forceful shove. His legs hit the couch and he went down, flopping into the seat perfectly.

He moved to get up, but she stopped him, pressing a single finger against his chest... He sat back down.

Good. He probably hadn't noticed it, but the power between them had just shifted. She would be the one giving the orders now.

She took a step away from him, getting just out of arm's reach, and then began to dance, just gentle swaying and sliding her hands up and down her cute bunny disguise. She rolled her hips in gentle circles as she turned around in front of him, then bent over at the waist, straining her tight shorts bulging to their limit. "Just relax. You can touch yourself if you want," she whispered, peeking at him past the curve of her thigh.

It probably hadn't been necessary to give him permission; he already had his hand on his cock.

Rocking her hips back and forth as she bent over in front of him, she showed off her cute little bunny ass to its best potential. She knew that hints of bright pink from her panties would be just barely visible between her thighs and the shorts ... she knew how the legs of the shorts would be riding up, how he'd be seeing the patch of softer, whiter fur around her pussy. With one more glance back at him, catching his eye over the curve of her own ass, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts and started slowly tugging them down.

Damn ... just look at him jerking that big cock of his. What a loser - she wouldn't be surprised if he blew his load before she even touched him.

Oh well, all the better! If she could get out of this without having to deal with him any more, that would be the best possible outcome. So she made sure to hold her legs tightly together and arch her back as she slipped the shorts down. That would make her bunny pussy bulge out inside the pink panties, squished between her athlete-firm ass cheeks. The cameltoe enough should be enough to finish a loser like him off.

But, no, when she rose up and turned back around, he was still there, staring and stroking.

Not like she couldn't handle that, though. Heck, she'd been practically raised in a strip club. She knew better than anyone the simple secrets to getting what she wanted out of the male brain.

She took the hem of her tank top in both hands, sliding it back and forth over the well-defined belly of her bunny body, lifting it just a little higher each time. Her body writhed and her hips rolled, putting on the best show she could. He'd seen her tits before, but by the time he finally saw them again, he'd be ready to do anything for it.

Not that she'd be foolish enough to press her advantage so prematurely. With the handicap of her curse, she'd need to completely blow his mind before she teased him into giving her a loophole.

And speaking of blowing his mind ... she watched with professional pride and satisfaction the way his jaw dropped when she let just the bottom side of her boobs show, not even baring her nipples yet. That star-struck look in the eyes, it never changed. She'd seen hundreds of men's eyes glaze over like that, and she just grinned at him as she lifted her top the rest of the way off, being sure to shake herself side to side a little as she pulled it up and over her head. A little jiggling could go a long way.

It didn't go all the way, though. Even though the tip of his cock was already beginning to swell into a flare, he wasn't blowing his load just yet.

No matter - she had one more trick up her sleeve ... or down her panties, since those were the only thing she still had on her. She looked straight into his eyes, blew him a kiss, and flicked her panties down, letting them drop all the way to the floor in an instant.

His cock twitched visibly harder. Her pert, perfect little vulva was her bunny disguise's greatest hidden secret. Puffy and soft, and yet so perfectly trim and unimposing. She'd never yet met a male who didn't drool at the sight of it, and this loser was no exception.

She let it slide between the gap in her thighs as she slowly stepped toward him. He still hadn't popped, so she'd have to do this the hard way. No problem, though. One of her many talents was being able to lube herself up on command ... he might already be able to see her dripping.

His hands explored her body reverently as she straddled him, her knees digging into the couch cushions. She could barely lift herself up high enough to get the tip of his cock against her sloppy wet pussy. The broad head of it spread her juices around as she rubbed herself on him.

The colt paused, a half-terrified look on his face. "Wait ... do we need a con--"

Kizza lowered herself. The tip of his cock spread her pussy lips and then slid inside. She took him deeper, luxuriating in the full, warm pressure growing, gliding, glowing into her.

"--dom?" He gasped dumbly as a drip of her juices trailed down the rest of his cock.

Did they not teach about succubi in sex-ed classes these days? Everyone should know that getting a succubus pregnant was a lot more complicated than merely jizzing inside her. Still, it would give her an excuse to blow his mind a little bit more ... by blowing his cock. "Tell me when you're close," she told him breathily, slipping a little more of him inside her. "I want to taste it." Whether they admitted it or not, guys loved that shit.

The tip of his cock swelled when he heard that - she felt it stretching her deep inside. He wouldn't last much longer.

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