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It was a cold but carefree autumn evening in the suburbs. The world's problems were far from the minds of the optimistic folk in this idyllic little community as they prepared for the Halloween festivities.

But as the sun went down over the horizon, the shadows grew long and a darkness began to envelop the happy place. Malevolent forces bubbled among these simple, ignorant folk, and they were unaware of the ultimate evil about to be unleashed upon their community.

With a smile of dark excitement, Flynn cracked open his tome of other-worldly wickedness - the Dungeons and Dragons Player's Guide. The anthro feline clicked his claws thoughtfully on the desk as the other hand leafed through the pages. His keen yellow eyes scanned the familiar text and pictures until he reached the section about selecting player classes. And on the front page of the warlock, instead of being greeted with the badass portrait of an eldritch blast flinging magic user, there was a sheaf of ancient papers pressed together.

The pages were decorated with calligraphic lettering, inked in virginal blood some hundred-thousand years ago. They were eldritch instructions that Flynn delicately unfolded and straightened out on his desk. Rolling up the baggy sleeves of a cheap Wallmart robe that may have been a fluffy bathrobe dyed a drab brown, the young feline licked his lips as he shook a can of bright red spray-paint and double checked the ancient instructions.

Carefully, line by line, he marked out his bedroom floor in an intricate pentagram. The five points of the insignia were then connected by a protective circle, with maddening letters empowering his muttered incantations following immediately after. The paint barely dried by the time he felt the warmth of the other world and a faint smell of sulphur began to fill the room. Candles were flickering and burning down into stumps by the time he finished it all, his whole floor practically scrawled with what was best described as utter madness.

Pushing the brim of his over-sized hood up over his eyes, the cat admired his work... before the hood slipped back down and he was forced to push it up over his brow again.

The ritual was in full motion. Light drained from the candles and the shadows from the other world sank deep into the corners of his room. The pentagram glowed with unholy light, and in a pillar of magical fire, she appeared in her magnificent glory.

When the light faded, the anthro goat demoness described in the summoning ritual stood partially hunched down like she had been stuffing laundry into a washing machine just as she had been summoned.

Torixia frowned, straightened up and looked around with confusion. Then realising she was in the mortal world, drew her narrowed eyes around towards Flynn, who was practically bouncing on the spot with excitement.

She was everything the diagrams in his notes promised, everything he had imagined her to be from second-hand accounts, and even more on top of that.

She was taller than him, not by much but enough to be noticeable. Every inch of stark white fur covering her curvy naked body was on display, smoothly groomed to the sleek finish of an alabaster skin. The anthro goat's long ears dangled like the tresses of a simply bob down either side of her face, with a pair of erect horns curving upward from her head. She had large dark red eyes, and a cute, almost motherly face that went with the rest of her MILF-y build. Her pointed teeth were visible, giving the goat an oddly carnivorous aesthetic as well.

The mother of succubi was suitably fleshed out. She had a very shapely figure, a flat, trim belly, but was still a thick enough at the waist which ratio'd nicely with her wide, curvy hips and large bouncing breasts

A small tuft of fluffy fur stood up on her chest, just above the large valley between Torixia's pillowy tits. And her nipples, large round and pink, already looked erect with perpetual excitement. Her kind, succubi, were always ready to fuck. It was what they had been built for by the ancient, infernal powers. It was part of the sway they had over mortal men.

Few men could resist the sight of an aroused female. So the succubi had long been the lure to drag mortals into the abyss.

Except Flynn went willingly into the depths. After all, an ass like Torixia's was well worth it. And even then, it was only if the infernal fishers could snag him. Flynn had taken his precautions of course, so it would take a little more than the sight of Torixia to turn him into a drooling degenerate... more so than usual, anyway.

But there was nothing stopping his cock from rising to attention at a mere glimpse of her naked body.

Flynn was pretty much immediately erect. His ritual robe fell open down the front, revealing a throbbing, naked erection. It was clear he'd summoned Torixia for one thing. After all, why else summon a succubus?

The goat seemed hardly interested though, as she looked the skinny feline up and down, eyes lingering with disdain upon the average cock bobbing between his legs. Barely six inches and a girth that would barely fill her insides despite the little feline barbs she knew felt good scratching the perpetual itch of desire deep within her infernal body.

Coupled with the aura of purity that surrounded this young man, Torixia stuck up her nose in a haughty fashion.

"Ugh. I was in the middle of my laundry, silly mortal," she chided, her voice oozing impatience. She drew in a deep breath, tasting the air and her distain only deepened. "Another virgin? That's the fourth this week! If I'm to be whisked way against my will, cant it at least be for a decent fuck?"

Flynn frowned and opened his mouth to protest, but Torixia cut across him.

With that same austere look on her white face, the goat leaned forward, letting her impressive tits dangle in front of his face as she reached out and wrapped her slender hand around his excited cock.

"Whatever. Let's just get this over with."

Her hand travelled down his shaft to the base with a divine grip. Pleasure exploded through Flynn's loins with barely any pretence and left him rolling his eyes while the room span around his helium-filled brain. Torixia then slid her fingers back up to the top, gripping tightly as her thumb swirled the tip once, twice, then thrice, before she rubbed to the underside of his crown.

The effect was like a spell cast or a switch thrown. Flynn's balls tightened and a rush of semen ran up his shaft before exploding from the tip like a geyser. Long ropes of his pent-up teens spent all across Torixia's furry thigh.

And with a glimmer of a confident smirk, the succubus MILF straightened up again, elegantly licking the tips of her fingers to taste the weak essence of this pathetic quarry.

"Hah. Barely a challenge. Now send me home, mortal. I have chores to do."

She turned away and walked back into the middle of the pentagram, waiting expectantly with her hands on her hips.

Flynn on the other hand stood dejected, looking at his shrinking penis. That orgasm had been great, but there was no work up to it, no lasting pleasure and no satisfying climax. What the fuck was that all about? He wanted the full experience, he wanted to twist Torixia into a sexual pretzel, hear her scream his name and roll her eyes as she squirted all over his cock.

He wanted the full satisfaction that came with summoning a succubus.

He'd paid that four-eyed warlock a pretty penny for these ritual instructions. By golly, was Flynn going to get his money's worth.

Sticking out his bottom lip, eyes twitching with irritation, Flynn quickly turned to his other-worldly notes and drew several sigils with his index finger. The air in front of him sizzled and sparked with magical light as he drew out a small pentagram similar to what was now burned into his bedroom floor, dotted with a different set of spells and letters.

Catching the floating insignia of light in his hand he turned back to Torixia and rushed over, slapping the prepared spell hard enough against her left ass cheek that it made the firm globes wobble delightfully, the hearty smack of his palm making contact mingling with the succubus' surprised gasp.

She would have whipped around and gouged his eyes out. But by the time she turned and shouted, "Why you insolent little-..." the spell had already kicked in.

Torixia was suddenly interrupted by a whole new feeling replacing the burning, painful handprint on her ass. She faltered with a gasp as her pussy caught fire. All that pent up horniness that was at the very core of her existence amplified stupidly. In moments, the feelings she'd learned to temper over the course of a very long career of demonhood spiralled out of control.

At her core, every succubus was a raging nymphomaniac who wanted nothing more than to fuck every second of every day. Making a succubus cum wasn't very hard either, and doing so often meant you had yourself a friend for life. But in order to function normally, succubus had to learn to control their desire.

Flynn had just yanked every bit of discipline Torixia had built up over millennia out from under her. And he'd left her standing knock kneed, eyes crossed and tongue hanging out as her fingers desperately clawed at the folds of her pussy begging for attention.

Desire free flowed, trickling from her nether lips like a water fall as she let out a long needy moan for cock.

Flynn chuckled, watching Torixia go from succu-bitch to succu-slut in five seconds flat.

Flexing his fingers that connected to her body with magic light like the strings of a marionette, Flynn worked her senses like a fiddle. Torixia's hips bucked at the air as her hands flew up to her cheeks, her extremities not quite sure what they were meant to do with themselves. Tears of effort formed at the corners of her eyes and she let out a drooling moan so long and high pitched, she struggled to gasp for air.

As he worked one hand on Torixia, Flynn drew a new set of symbols in the air. These enveloped his limp cock in crimson light. And like he'd just slid the member into Torixia's lips, the exhausted flesh turned rigid again. In moments he was as hard as an iron rod, throbbing with readiness... while at the same time the vitality spell added several inches to his length and girth.

The annoyance hadn't quite completely drained from Torixia's eyes as they widened, taking in the sight of this wonderful new thing she was being presented with.

The wonder didn't last long tough as her senses ignited again. This time it was the warm touch of his fingers, rather than the cold electricity of magic coursing through her nethers. His digits roughly spread her swollen labia apart with a wet smack, small strings of her sticky fluid forming long bows between the soft, fleshy lips. The little opening inside convulsed as her clit was already standing out, erect and desperate for his touch.

"Don't you da-... fffffuuu-huuuhhhhckkk~!" Torixia wheezed as Flynn touched the forbidden button.

She felt her legs wobble and her knees almost buckle. The succubus defiantly clenched her fists at her sides as if she might punch him in the face, struggling to keep her footing. Flynn's fingers made wet noises across the mound as he traced fitful circles around the sensitive flesh.

Torixia almost drew blood as she bit into her bottom lip, squeezing her eyes shut with tears of effort forming at the corners. A small streak of mascara rolled down her cheek, along with a clear line of drool dribbling from the corner of her mouth. Deep down inside she wanted more. It had been a while since she'd been given this kind of attention and she wanted to scream out with pleasure.

But at the same time she didn't want this insolent little twerp to have his satisfaction.

There was little she could do to contain herself though as with a wet, sucking squelch, Flynn's fingers disappeared knuckle deep into the tight little convulsing tunnel.

Torixia's moan was high pitched as she tried desperately to hold it in. Both hands clamped over her muzzle, but the way her eyes jerked open and her pupils rolled into the back of her head, it was kind of obvious the effect he was having on her. In no time, as he pumped his fingers in and out of her slopping pussy, her juices cascaded in little waterfalls down past Flynn's wrist and down her inner thigh, splattering into a small puddle forming between her feet.

Rolling on her heels, Torixia suddenly fell onto her back as if fainting, landing in a comical heap with Flynn on top of her. His hands squeezed into her large breasts, and squishing them experimentally together, he grinned as he seemed to come up with an idea.

Sidling forward until he straddled the goat's sternum, he slipped his member into that tight crevasse between Torixia's tits, shuddering with delight as the thin sheen of precum that had been dribbling down his shaft formed a slick layer between his flesh and Torixia's soft, fluffy fur.

Squishing those bountiful globes together, making sure to squeeze the nipples as best he could to get a yelp from the succubus, Flynn's cock disappeared between her breasts as he fucked her chest in earnest. The soft crevasse wasn't as tight as maybe a hand gripping his member and jerking sensually, but Torixia's tits felt incredible all the same. Coupled with the soft undulation of her body squirming in frustration under him, the sight, sound and feel of her under his body was wonderful.

The succubus got little out of it other than a faint tickle or a pinch of her nipples. For the rest her neglected pussy burned with desperation, making her cross her thighs across one another and rub vigorously as if trying to start a campfire.

Flynn on the other hand was in heaven, ironically between the boobs of a devilette. He was grinning broadly as he tirelessly tit-fucked Torixia, the tip of his tongue sticking out the corner of his mouth in a mix of enjoyment and concentration.

Suppressing a needy moan, Torixia glared up at the mortal violating her chest.

"You little shit," she curse, eyes flaring a dangerous deep crimson fire. "You think you can just use my body like this? I'll have you know I am ancient. I have commanded entire armies of hell, mothered whole generations of succubi. And when this spell wears off, I'm going to break your arms and legs then violate your little boy-pussy with a metal studded str-HURK-GGGGRRRGGGLLL!"

She didn't get to say much more, as it seemed Flynn was a little irate with her prattling throwing off his stroke. So, he grabbed her by the horns, slid over her tits and plugged her mouth with his cock. In one go, almost ten inches of magically amplified cock disappeared into Torixia's mouth and slid down her throat with a wet, throat gulp.

Her eyes shooting open wide, Torixia helplessly felt Flynn push at her horns, tilting her head back and freeing up enough space to allow her a panicked gasp of air. Then before the surprised scream could follow, she was gargling on several inches of cock bulging out her throat again.

The tears of effort were impossible to hold back at this point and black waterfalls streaked down her white furred cheeks as she glared irritably up at impudent feline.

While she grumbled under her breath between deep throaty glugs, Flynn was in a world of his own. His eyes had rolled back to peer at the ceiling and his tongue hung out of his mouth properly now, swinging back and forth with his hip thrusts meeting the way his arms yanked at her horns.

As hard as it was to believe, her tight little throat felt even better than her massive tits. There was little he could do to distract himself from the way the wet tunnel tightened and swallowed his cock with every thrust. And it wasn't long before he felt the tight clench of his balls riding up into his gut, churning his next load of cum for release.

His shaft swelled and with one final delve down her gullet like the punctuation mark at an end of a sentence, the seed rushed down his member and exploded from the tip. It pooled and glazed Torixia's insides, the salty, sticky warmth that was normally so delicious to the succubus caught in her chest making her heave and cough, back-filling her bulging cheeks. Some shot from her nose, a long string of pearly white cum dripping down over her lips where she couldn't hold the seal and a waterfall of the stuff flowed down her chin.

Wrestling free of Flynn's grip, Torixia felt the sheer wave of cum explode from her mouth as she pulled off of his cock, gagging and spluttering as only some of it made its way down her gullet to warm her belly. The vast majority had cascaded down into the valley between her tits, frothing over her cleavage and dribbling down from the underside of her hefty breasts.

With several heaves she panted for breath. But as she looked back up, that breath caught in the back of her throat like his orgasm had.

Torixia was quite a sorry sight, with mascara streaking down her cheeks, lipstick smeared horribly and a mixture of saliva and semen clinging to the fur on her face and chest. While Flynn on the other hand stood tall with a glistening erection as large and as hard as it had been when they began. Hell, she was quite sure it had even swelled a little more.

"Oh, crap," she whispered, realising the mortal still had some juice left in the tank.

Flynn's conjuring spree wasn't quite done yet either, as with another set of fizzling gestures he summoned a cluster of tentacles to reach from the shadows pooling across the ceiling. Black puddles formed above and from them dangled slippery, black and glistening tendrils like that of an octopus. Smooth along the top with tapered ends, and rows of convulsing suction cups along the underside eager to grasp at prey.

As Torixia lay stunned, she gasped as several tentacles wrapped around her limbs. She felt hundreds of little hickeys gey sucked through her alabaster fur as she was yanked to her feet, arms bound above her head. But unlike the usual randy tentacles that would be summoned by would-be warlocks, Torixia found herself bound and unmolested.

Though it seemed that job was reserved for Flynn.

Torixia was immediately yanked onto her feet, several tugs at er ankles forcing her thighs apart while her wrists were bound tight together and her arms suspended above her head like she was trussed up in a dungeon. And the way she was forced to half squat in the standing position, she quickly realised her hips were level with Flynn's magnificent erection. Her eyes bugged, knowing exactly where that eleven-inch monster pulsing with excitement and rippling with rough feline barbs was going to go.

She'd obviously deny everything when asked about it, but a small stream of feminine juices formed a small trickle from her swollen pussy lips and splattered the floor between her feet as she ogled the impressive slab of meat about to slip into her body. She hadn't had a good cock in her for a long time. Most hung chads had their fill of mortal women, they never had a need to take out their frustrations on a succubus. Least of all a thick, wobbly, MILF of a devilette like her.

There was something to be said for Flynn's ingenuity. If he was going to go through the trouble of summoning a succubus, it seemed he might as well push the boat out and get his hands on some extra spells so he could get the maximum use out of her.

Shuffling closer, Flynn lined himself up with Torixia's dripping slit, the way she was half-squatted giving him just the right height to wander over and slide in. Her puffy, aroused lips parted, and already a flow of warm juiced bathed over the tip of his cock. The way her soft pussy suckled at his crown, the way his hands sank into her curves, Flynn couldn't hold back the excited smile.

Not a herd of wild horses stampeding through the bedroom would hold him back, and with a wet sucking sound he slid into the succubus. She gasped with surprise, feeling her walls spear apart before the tip firmly nudged a sensitive little ring of flesh, deep within her depths. The impact caused stars to explode in her vision as she let out a squeal of pleasure.

His hips rolled back just as quickly, the little barbs on his feline cock pulling at the sensitive walls of her tunnel in a way that make her legs shudder uncontrollably. Then just as quickly he drove forward, slipping back up into her core again.

Flynn's arms wrapped around her soft middle, and with his face buried in the warm pillows of her chest, he began to hump her like an over-eager puppy. His hips worked back and forth with wet slaps of his fur against her as a torrent of feminine juices leaked from the imperfect seal her sodden pussy lips tried to make over the thick cock ravaging her nethers.

A trickle of the woman's arousal formed around their feet in a puddle, leaking down her calves and from Flynn's balls. But still Flynn kept going, only relishing in the additional lubrication and warmth.

Twisting his wrist in a gesture, Torixia was suddenly lifted off his dick with a pop before she was flipped like Flynn's hand. In moments the tentacles suspended her horizontally, face down with her thighs wrapped around the feline's hips, his cock slipping like a hot dog into the buns of her ass.

Another brief slap made the flesh jiggle a little, before Flynn rolled his hips back and lined back up to her pussy. Torixia's legs were spread as far as they would go, her nether lips opening like the petals of a flower to yield to his invading cock. Her body flexed like before and spread apart to let him in, the tip nudging her innermost depths with another 'Ooooooh, fuuuuhhhh-cckk~!' from Torixia.

From the new angle, he assaulted the succubus' g-spot with another relentless attack. His hands squeezed into her soft curves, yanking her womanly hips back against his with every thrust.

Several thrusts in though, the tentacles started yanking Torixia's body back over Flynn's cock on their own accord. He felt the magical strings controlling the appendages snap as they started moving on their own accord, inciting a brief scrap of panic in his chest.

Had Torixia summoned powers to override Flynn's?

Clearly not, as the tentacles continued yanking torixia back against his hips.

At the same time a portal opened briefly beside the bewildered feline. Glowing in the maddening darkness of a nether realm were the four horizontally oriented green eyes of a warlock with a patron among the maddening gods of tentacle hentai.

"I got you, bro!" came the warlock's voice and the duo smacked a high five across dimensions.

Just as quickly, Flynn returned his hands to Torixia's curves and doubled his efforts. The goat couldn't even squeal. Her nethers had turned numb around his member and all that mattered was the merciless assault of his immense cock against her g-spot, again and again. She became a drooling, blubbering mess as an old feeling she hadn't had in a very long time came bubbling up from within her core.

Torixia had been sucking and fucking since the dark ages. And back then, her youth technically, she'd almost be excited to see what kind of depraved shit the Vatican priests would summon her to do. Even the so-called enlightenment of the scientific era had its degenerates whose company Torixia had enjoyed. Thousands of pleasures that had made her squirt her brains out.

These modern days were simply tame. Not to mention with superstition dying out, hardly anyone bar the infrequent un-fuckable Millennial neckbeard in his Super Mario pyjamas summoned her or her ilk anymore out of desperation to get his dick wet.

This feline was different, however. No longer was the succubus looking down on him as he had her bound in magic usually reserved for the more experienced of warlock, igniting old feelings she'd almost forgotten after a century of disappointing fucks.

It wasn't long before Torixia was letting out shuddering moans, chewing on her bottom lip like it was a tasty treat. She was actively trying to hold in the urge to just explode all over the cock ravaging her silky tunnel, and the only thing stopping her from squirting all over Flynn as an orgasm ripped through her body was sheer force of will.

Feeling her body tremble about his cock seemed to set Flynn off tough, and he spent his load right into her infernal womb. An explosion of hot cream filled Torixia like magma, and flecks of saliva escaped her lips as her mouth went agog, eyes crossed as if trying to look at each other and she let out an orgasmic scream. Her own voice sounded weirdly unfamiliar to her in that moment. Then again, her whole body felt unfamiliar, like she was borrowing these wonderful, fiery senses igniting from the tips of her toes up to somewhere behind her lips. Everything tingled and her eyelids fluttered uncontrollably in time with how her legs where shaking in Flynn's grip.

As spent as Torixia was, full to the brim with his immense load and almost sore from the abuse, Flynn was clearly not done. His immense rock was still hard as iron, and slipping out of her wet crevasse, he twirled his fingers, ordering the tentacles to flip the goat over.

Before she knew it, Torixia was upside down, her knees suspended down by her chest with her spine partially curled, shoulder blades planted firmly on the charred floor. Flynn's cock slipped back into its wet, quivering hole and he jackhammered Torixia's pussy like he was only getting started.

He was simply relentless, the tip of his tongue sticking out the corner of his mouth again as he tirelessly ravaged Torixia's body. The old feelings kilning between her thighs sparked back up and her crease caught fire. Another shuddering ripple milked Flynn's throbbing length, and despite her guttural groan of effort to hold back the wetness of her orgasm, there was no stopping it.

Torixia's body overrode her force of will and screamed at her 'shut the fuck up bitch! I wanna cum! I'm cumming!'

A second later, Torixia's eyes rolled as her mind, like her stupefied expression, went completely blank. The whole world fizzled away and all that mattered was the orgasm shaking her legs, flicking at her ears and twisting her fingers into alien gestures as she just could not figure out what to do with herself. Her toes splayed out as her hips bucked and a fountain of her juices squired down her belly, soaking the fur on her heavy tits and a generous sprinkle landing on her outstretched tongue.

She'd never tasted anything so divine in her life. And in her stupor, she barely noticed the throb of Flynn's cock inside her.

He bit his lip, peered up at the ceiling, then hammered his length into her depths one more time. A small bump poked out in Torixia's soft belly as he assaulted her cervix, then released everything he had left. Waves of hot cream flowed into the succubus like a firehose trying to put out the unholy fire in her core. And it very well succeeded as her insides were irrigated with an audible hiss.

The load was so final, so immense she couldn't even hold it all it. The tight seal her pussy lips made around Flynn's cock broke and jets of cum bubbled and shot across her inner thigh, following the sprinkle of her own squirt down across her belly and onto her tits.

He pulled out at some point and left her, used and numb in a growing puddle of jizz that spread out from between the unladylike sprawl of her legs. She couldn't even move for the longest time, bar a few erratic jolts pulling at her limbs.

Swallowing a breath, Torixia slowly lifted her head; her floppy ears were sticky with feline cum clinging to the matted fur on her face. Some strands of his cum had landed heavily on her eyelashes, she only realised as she tried to look at Flynn.

"Are you done?" she asked breathlessly, her voice suddenly devoid of all the haughty vehemence she'd directed his way earlier. In its place was sheer orgasmic satisfaction, the tone of a woman who'd been pent up for too long and had finally released the pressure.

She was secretly hoping there was more where that came from, a few after shocks of her orgasm still making her body reel.

And despite the cum blurring her vision, what she saw made her eyes widen.

Flynn stood nearby, chugging down an energy drink. And standing to full attention between his legs, his erection still throbbed with the vitality of a fresh cock desperate to fuck for the first time in months. He hadn't shrunk down or softened a bit after filling her with two loads, one after the other. In fact, Torixia was quite sure his cock had even grown another few inches.

Torixia wheezed in amazement, her eyes hungrily following the barbed tip of the feline cock as it bobbed before her. While reflexively her legs opened and she slipped two fingers down over her swollen, needy labia that was beginning to leak in preparation for the next round.

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