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Possessed by the Succubus

Part three of three

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by anonymous

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Miles's perspective

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I gasped, startling awake, my bedroom dark. But something was wrong, something was different, my cock aching and throbbing. Well, I'd expected that, kind of, though it was still a fluster and fumble trying to work out what was going on in the darkness, slamming my hand down on the bedside table, trying to find the switch for the lamp.

My dick though... Hell, it was so hot and so hard, something wrapped around it. For a moment, I thought I'd got all tangled up in the sheets, but it wasn't that. Sheets weren't wet. Well, not unless I'd cum all over myself in the night, which could have been possible too, with the extremely hot, dripping wet dream I'd been having about the succubus.

"Unff..." I slammed my hand onto the switch, illuminating the room and a very familiar striped muzzle before me. "Mom!"

I yelped and fought to scramble back - but that was harder than ever when my dick was rammed up inside my mother's muzzle. What the hell was going on? Was she sick? But, hell, her lips felt so good on my cock, a fact that I noticed even in a crazy moment like that, suckling and pulling at my aching flesh so very tenderly.

I was close, too close, and she pinned me down to the bed with her hand on my hip, the bite of her wide fingernails clutching me sharply. Yelping, I twisted, but I couldn't stop it, not as she bobbed her muzzle like I was fucking and sliding up into a hot, wet pussy right at that very moment, my head swirling with lust.

"Unff... Ohhhh!"

It was too quick, my cock twitching and jerking, the head thickening up into a meaty flare that drove right down her throat. It all seemed crazy, yet everything that I had thought was true had already spun wildly out of control as I screeched out a whinny that didn't at all sound like it should have come from my lips. No, it was too wild, unhinged, but there was nothing I could do as my seed jetted up into her muzzle, her throat working around my cock, her gulping massaging my dick as if she was trying to milk every drop of my seed from me.

Milk...my cum...

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That twigged something in the back of my mind, but it was too much in the moment, bucking up against her, hooves scrabbling on the bed, lost in my own mind. Well, not much was going on in my head at that time, just lust. I just had to cum, the biggest orgasm I'd ever had ripping through me, her hot, thick tongue caressing the underside of my cock.

But she was my mom! I couldn't think about her like that, no! It was wrong, but she was there, still with her hand wrapped around my cock, trying to slide it to the base, my dark grey sheath wrinkling back where her fingers dipped down a little further.

"Oh, come now, son," she crooned, standing and showing off her body - well, at least that was what it looked like my mother was doing. "You cannot seriously think you can resist me?"

It didn't sound like my mother's voice, no, not at all... Yet my dream had been so real and so vivid. Suspicion danced in the back of my mind, a clawing, nagging sense of something that I couldn't quite shake. What if...something had gone wrong?

"You can trust me, darling."

Her voice softened a little and, for a moment, she looked like my mom again. But she was my mom in a way that she had never been before. I'd never looked at my mother with such lust in my heart, my cock still half-hard. Fuck... It'd barely even softened. She was beautiful, I knew that, yet my breath caught in my throat as she loosened her silk robe a little, revealing more of the stripes down over her breasts, where the ends of the black dipped into her cleavage.

She's so sexy...

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I squirmed, shaking my head, shifting in place. I had to hold back, I couldn't let her do that to me... Or maybe she'd just had too much wine?

My mother, however, sashayed up to me once more, where I had put some space between us, untying the sash of the robe as it fell open entirely.

My lower jaw fell slack.

"Oh, hell..."

How could anyone have looked away from someone as amazing as her? My heart pounded and leapt, juddering in my chest, watching the rise and fall of her breasts with every breath. She was glorious, her white so white... The black stripes struck sharply over it as she breathed out, a smile flickering on her dark, velvety lips, and I groaned softly, frozen in place.

It was me being frozen as the robe was pushed back from her shoulders, slipping down to the floor in a slither of silk, that allowed her to step in closer to me. Maybe things would have been different if I'd been able to shove her away, if I had run, if I'd scrambled, if I'd said that I definitely didn't want anything to do with her.

But my mother wasn't wearing a damn thing under the robe and I was lost the moment she revealed herself to me, showing off her stripes, the bare heat of her pussy. I whimpered, my tail trying to tuck down, though the ropey length twitched and pulled, sweeping back and forth across the bed.

"Mom..." I breathed, hardly hearing the voice that slipped from my lips. "Uh... Mom... What are you...doing?"

"Isn't it obvious, darling?"

My mom swung her hips as she leaned over the bed, coming in close and resting her hands on the bed before me. She didn't touch me, but the swing of her breasts caught my eye, tipped with grey nipples.

They looked so soft and yet...I couldn't do anything about it. Mom surely couldn't mean it and, well, I hadn't thought about her like that - she was my mom!

Yet everything was so confusing as she kissed my nose gently, a hand stroking around the sharp curve of my cheek and down under my jaw. I groaned and didn't know hone little bit why I was leaning into it.

"Mmm..."

"Come on, darling," she breathed, sharing breath with me from fluttering, twitching nostrils. "You can do this, everything's okay. If I say it's okay, you know it's okay, don't you? You already shot your load in my mouth, didn't you? So, why wouldn't this be just fine too?"

I quivered, leaning back, though I could barely get my knees up between us, blocking her from getting to my cock and balls, sitting back on my rump.

"Uh... What do you mean, mom?"

"You don't have to remember any of this," she said, eyes shining with sincerity. "Well, not unless you wanted to, that is. You don't have to worry, no... Everything's okay. Mom just wants to make you feel good. Why won't you let me make you feel good, hon?"

I squirmed as she slid her hand up my leg, closing my eyes, doing my very best to not look at her. It was all I could do, shaking my head, but she squeezed my calf and ran her hand all the way up past my knee, curving around to my thigh.

"Mmmm... You have such a lovely body, son," she moaned. "I want to adore all of it, to show you how wonderful you are. May I do that?"

I didn't know what to do, what to think. My cock did the thinking for me, plumping up, thickening as blood flowed into it, throbbing headily. I'd only just cum and I was there getting hard all over again - what was wrong with me? Without thinking, I let out a grunt, my ears slipping back and out to the sides, splaying lightly.

"Unff... Mom..."

"Yes, darling, Miles?"

I shook my head, but I wasn't doing much good there in stopping her as she parted my legs, sliding my knees out and away from my body as my hooves tapped together in the middle. It was something about the look in her eye that did it for me, how she took me in as if she was devouring with my eyes.

Is this something to do with my dream?

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I moaned, my mother's fingers gently brushing my sheath, as if she knew I'd run if she took things too quickly. She pressed her fingers into it, softly massaging, teasing, the tiny sliver of sensation getting me to thrust lightly, glutes tensing.

"That's my boy," she crooned. "You don't have to worry about thing, just let me take care of you. Doesn't this feel good? Why don't you tell me what feels good, Miles? All I want is for you to moan for me. Is that too much to ask?"

There was pride in her eyes and it forced all idea of what was happening there being linked to my dream and the succubus. It was probably just a dream anyway, what I had indeed dreamed, and there was no telling whether I was still dreaming then or not.

And I wanted it too, I wanted to have her in my arms, my cock driving into her, between her breasts, in her mouth - frankly, I didn't much care how I took my mom. As long as she wanted my cock in some way, maybe I finally wouldn't be a virgin anymore.

But what if it wasn't right... I grunted as my mother's dancing fingertips slid up my cock, towards the flare, playing behind the sensitive glands, pressing down hard enough to tug the skin of my shaft briefly along with her touch. Yet it was only present for a heartbeat of a moment, no longer than it took for me to notice the sensation in the first place. My cock trembled, achingly hard, the flare thick and full, glistening with pre-cum. Her finger scooped tenaciously across the flat head, into the slit, gathering the pre-cum and bringing it to her lips.

"Mmm..." My mother moaned openly, rubbing her finger briefly off on her tongue, as if she wanted to savour every drop of my musky seed. "Oh, that's good, darling... Why won't you cum in my mouth again, give me every drop from those lovely, big balls of yours?"

This still isn't like my mom...

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Grunting, I still wanted her touch, frozen, stiff, not knowing what else to do. If there was something wrong, however, a part of me simply wanted to give in, to allow it all to happen - and to hell with whatever consequences there were afterwards. I just wanted to see her in all her naked glory, shivering as her fingers brushed my cock head again.

I reasoned my doubts away, groaning as my mother grasped my cock, pumping it slowly, from base to below the flare, grinding up and down smoothly. She knew just how to handle me, apparently, and I moaned aloud, not holding back as much anymore as my cock trembled.

"Ah... Fuck..."

I should have known something was wrong when she didn't call me out on swearing. Mom would never have let me swear like that and she always hated me speaking so crudely.

But she played her thick, warm lips over the head of my cock, sucking it between her lips to use her tongue too. And it was so fleshy and wide, gently caressing my flare, that I slipped down a little more, the pillows shifting behind me. It was more of a mental shift, however, giving in to my mom, trying to see where things were going while still making sure everything was okay.

Maybe it wasn't up for me to make sure everything was okay, however.

I could let my mom do that for me as she pumped my length and suckled on the tip. It should have been too much for me, panting and nickering throatily, but the stimulation was just right, perfect. I groaned, leaning back, closing my eyes, though I didn't know if I wanted to look or not.

She was my mom... But she didn't look all that much like my mom anymore as she suckled on my cock, slurping and teasing, clearly enjoying the moment just as much as I was. I whined, eyes opening again, though I was surprised to catch my mom looking up at me too as she suckled on just the head of my cock, playing her tongue over the slit and around the glands.

"Mmmmm..." She moaned, drooling around my shaft. "Mmm... Nngghh..."

Her groans set me off even more as I watched the zebra draw back from my cock and pull me to her. I didn't know how she did it; all I knew was that I had to be near her, so very close to her, as if there was something connecting us.

But I didn't touch her, no... Mom did that for herself, spreading her legs wide on the bed and smiling warmly as she stroked her fingers between those very legs, into her folds.

"Mmm... I can't wait to feel you inside me, darling..."

She smiled at me and I watched, hypnotised. Like, really, I couldn't take my eyes away, riveted on her pussy, drawn into her. My cock ached and throbbed and I wanted to do more, primal urges coursing through my system, my blood running hot as the din of my heartbeat pounded against my eardrums. Why was all this happening to me? Why was it all coming to a head right then and there?

"Mm... Mom..."

All I had for my mother was a breathy groan, watching her stroke her pussy, sliding her fingers through the wet mess. Her pussy was dark, drawing on the darker pigment in her skin, though the flesh inside was a lighter shade as she spread her pussy apart skilfully with her fingers, exposing her entrance. Her clit was easier to see on her than it had been on other femfurs, the couple that I'd tried something with, and I was glad of that. I didn't know what to do with it, the pulsing nub at the top of her pussy, teardrop shaped and pulsing lightly with her need, but it was almost a relief for one small thing, at the very least, to be familiar to me.

Yet my mother masturbating before me made me want to lose control even more, to give myself over to whatever was happening, if it was even a dream or reality or something in-between both things.

I shuffled in closer, focusing on her pussy, though it was harder as I slipped between her legs. I couldn't tip my chin down enough, nickering throatily, my tail swinging back and forth, as much as I wanted her, as much as I needed her.

When had that need come through with such heat?

"Mom..." I grunted. "Are you... Are you sure?"

I had to check, I had to make sure everything was okay. I'd always wanted to be with someone like her, modelling my ideal zebra femfur on her, of course. There was no one more perfect than my mom in my world and my life - and I just wanted to experience everything, to feel everything.

Mom could take me where she wanted to as she laid back and drew me between her legs. Supporting myself over her on my hands and knees, I groaned, shaking slightly, not knowing whether I could go through with it, whether I was really going to let my mother slip my cock inside her. Could I even fit inside her?

"Mom... I'm not sure..."

"It's okay, Miles, it's all okay," she said warmly, cupping my cheek with her fingers. "Mmm... You're so wonderful, sweetie, I can't wait to feel your thick cock inside me."

I shivered, trembling. I had to do it though, as much as I warred with myself. She was my mom... But she was so sexy and alluring. I just wanted her too.

Was that so wrong?

"Um... Okay..." I closed my eyes, her hand on my cock, fingers curled tenderly around as much of my girth as possible. "It's... Oh, this is...bad..."

But I still rolled my hips forward just a little as she guided me into her. The tip pressed to her folds and I shivered, a sense of wrongness filling me. A shame it could never combat lust, however...

"I can handle you better than those silly sluts," my mom breathed, doing her best to sweep away my worries. "Those girls that you got with... Oh, they didn't even try to take you, did they? They just said you were too big and that's ridiculous. A cock this glorious deserves to be pleased."

I shuddered, though she didn't force me too. Even then, I appreciated it. I appreciated she took the time to make sure I was okay and comfortable, or as comfortable as I was going to be.

"Mmm... I don't know..."

I wanted it, even as I battled with myself, between her legs, the head of my cock teasing right up against her folds. The head only had pressed between them, though was still outside her sex, parting her petals and no more than that.

"Mmmph... Oh..."

I whimpered, shaking my head. What if it really was wrong? Or what if it was right too? Maybe I could do it... Maybe it would be okay...

Yet I couldn't hold back, no... Not as much as I yearned to, losing control of myself and grinding forward with my mother whispering sweet words of encouragement.

"Ah, there's a good boy," my mother praised me. "That's...mm...oh, you're so big."

It seemed to take me an age to get inside her, though I wanted to thrust hard and fast, to plunge into her depths and stretch her pussy around me. I'd just wanted it for so long, the tight heat of a femfur around my cock while I held them close. It was not at all the kind of first time I'd ever imagined though.

I'd wanted something sweeter, of course, holding someone close...but did I really even know what I was doing? Every guy thought they knew how to do sex well and yet even guys my age acted like they knew it all. That couldn't be right, I was sure.

But my first time, oh... Oh, it was everything I needed it to be as I slipped inside her, thrusting deeper, inch after inch of my cock hugged by her pussy.

"Oh... Oh, mom..."

I moaned and panted heavily, parting my lips even though I sucked in all the breaths I could through my nostrils. It was cool, contrasting sharply with the heat of my body, though I couldn't have pulled back from my mother's pussy if I tried.

She winked around me, her sex tugging and pulsing around my cock with every pull of her muscles. It was a thing that mares did, though I'd never had the luxury of feeling it before and I sank a little lower to my mother's body, closing down above her as if I could frame her body with my arms and legs. I was bigger than her and yet there was a part of me that felt dwarfed by her as I found a way to settle myself over her, my muzzle tucked into the crook of her neck.

"Unff... Oh..."

It was good, so good. Just to be inside her, the heat of her breasts squashing lightly against my chest as I relaxed down a little more against her.

"Mmmm..."

I'd never made sounds like that before, the moans and groans, lust rising. Was that why everyone was obsessed with sex? Why everyone thought it was the be-all and end-all of everything?

It was amazing. Her silken folds wrapped around me as if she was trying to drag my cock deeper into her, the head raking lusciously back and forth, pressing into her velvety softness. I grappled with the idea of trying to put words to how she made me feel, my stomach lurching, heart pounding. Even then, I sweated, dark, damp patches marking my coat as I thrust, trying out a new way of moving.

It was nothing like stroking my cock with my own hand. All I could do was to keep thrusting and thrusting, my cock grinding deep, though I still did not bottom out inside her, not even after the thick medial ring on my cock popped into her.

"Mmmm... That's amazing, darling," my mother cooed, an angel of beauty under me. "You feel so good, you fill me so well..."

"Mmm... Ah... I'm...glad, mom..."

I moaned, smiling faintly, kissing her neck. Even then, I could experiment, my lips teasing across her neck, teeth grazing and catching. They were blunt enough that they wouldn't cause my mom any harm, not unless I really chomped down, so I wasn't worried about hurting mom in the slightest.

Even though little twitches and quivers of her skin under my teeth and lips were intoxicating. I wanted to feel more of them, to be even closer than her than I already was, licking my lips, huffing and panting over her neck.

I didn't feel like myself anymore, as if something was calling me onward, something that was neither me nor my mother.

I shook it off. There was no other choice.

It wasn't that strange that I was fucking my mother, I told myself. Mom wanted me, she was just looking after me as well as she always did. There never could be anything wrong with that.

"Mmm... You're wonderful... Please... Please, cum in me, son!"

I shuddered. That... That wouldn't be good! I was all too aware of how bare my dick was as I fucked her, grinding back and forth, panting heavily, though there was a wild, sharp edge to my eyes.

"Mom... Unff... I don't have a condom."

"Oh, that doesn't matter," she murmured, stroking her fingers through my upright mane in a way that sent tremors through my body. "My wonderful boy, all you've got to do is cum in me. Is that so hard?"

Something seemed wrong, unease stirring in the pit of my stomach. Why... Why was she so insistent on me unloading my balls in her? To put it so crudely...

"Mom... Unff... What if... What if I get you pregnant?"

No, no, no, I couldn't let that happen! Yet I didn't get to pull out as my mother wrapped her legs around me.

Mmm...

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Her long, sexy legs. God... Did anyone have better legs than her? Her thighs were so thick with the muscle underneath the soft layer of fat that gave my mother such a huggable, feminine figure. Yet I'd never felt them squeezing around me in quite that fashion before, my heart pounding, still thrusting and grinding.

It was as if I couldn't stop, though I grunted and drew back a bit, pulling my head from her neck.

"Unff... No... Mom..."

I tried to fight my own need, even though there was little I honestly felt I could do, even then. My cock was inside her and I was thrusting, grinding, slowly working and pumping my hips, as if that was going to make any difference in the matter.

Well, it made me feel good... It made me feel amazing. Her silky, wet pussy hugging my cock drew me into her and it was easier to go a little deeper, experimentally rolling my hips. And my mother was simply so gorgeous, so lustful, arching herself up against me as if she was going to take something from me, a tiny smirk on her lips.

Wow, that was so hot...

But there was something wrong there too - and it was not the fact that she was my mother. I bobbed my head, ears flicking, and snorted, trying to shove away the sense of unease, the sense of wrongness. I didn't want it there, not when I was with my mother, not when I was doing what I'd wanted to for years, since sex had started seeming like something I wanted to get into. I was an adult and had been for a while - and no one had wanted to have real sex with me simply because of the size of my dick! How messed up was that?

But mom... She took me like there was no trouble at all. I pushed over her, thrusting a bit harder, experimenting with the depth of my strokes, though I was all too aware that my cock was bare inside her, the flare thick and fat even before it fully engorged. I was going to have to pull out before I climaxed, I knew, but I didn't know how that was going to be possible.

"Unff... Oh... Mom..."

"Mmm, that's it..." She tightened the grip of her legs around me, around my hips and waist, ankles crossed over one another. "Mmmph... Fill me... Oh, your cock feel so good, son... Mmm... Fuck your mother!"

It didn't sound like my mother's voice; there was a harder edge to it that had not been there before. But I was stupid and I thrust anyway, squelching the medial ring past her entrance as I tried to get the entire length of my cock inside her. She could take it, right? Mom would definitely tell me if I went too far or if I got anywhere near hurting her, I was sure of it...

"Mmmm... Nnggghhhh..."

I should have been embarrassed by just how much I was groaning, but it felt natural to do so, as if I was letting a more primal, feral part of myself come to light. I pressed my hands into the bed behind her head for balance, my chest down close to hers. It was just difficult to be apart from her, wanting even that faint brush of her nipples and breasts against my chest, stimulating my skin through my short coat of striped hair. My hand brushed over the sheets and I glanced at the laptop, where I had set it aside earlier. The screen was still on, but it looked like it had scrolled to another part of the text about succubi I'd been reading.

"Huh..."

"Mmm, what's that, son?"

My eyes flicked back to my mother, but with a greater sense of hesitation. Even as I thrust, unable to call a halt to the slow, steady pump of my hips, I moaned, lips wobbling with need, but my eyes went back to the laptop, the screen slightly tilted downward.

Caution...be applied...summoning a succubus.

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I read, though it was hard to read while I was thrusting, only catching every few words. It was enough.

Never summon...succubus...other person...nearby... Can cause possession...

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Will...drained...semen...

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I nickered, choking on it, my eyes wide.

Drain soul along...semen... Penetrative sex only.

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What? That wasn't part of what I signed up for, no, not at all! I brayed in fear and pulled back - for what I hadn't read of the text, the silly supernatural site, seemed to be saying that they were going to drain my soul along with my semen! What would that mean for me? Oh, hell - I didn't even want to think about it!

"Unff... Mom..." Maybe she would think I was crazy? "I have... I have to pull out, this isn't right... Mmmph... Something... Something is wrong..."

I had to tell her, had to let her know I knew something was wrong. She was my mother - and she wasn't at the same time. I didn't know, quite honestly, what she was, my heart pounding and my cock aching so deliciously inside her. What if she was possessed?

"Mom... Do you remember... Unff..." I tried to focus, tried to draw back. "Who... Do you know you're my mother?"

"Of course," she murmured, her eyes half-lidded, peering up at me through thickly lowered eyelashes, taking my breath away with how sultry her look was. "Mmm... You are wonderful, so amazing... You're going to make me a mother again, aren't you?"

I trembled. Oof... That should never have felt so good as it did, it shouldn't have set off an electric chain reaction in my body, sparking and firing off zaps of heat.

"No... Mom... We can't..."

She hadn't said that she was a succubus but that didn't mean anything, not as the lure of climax pulled at me. It seemed to be taking longer that time, as I had cum once already, though I tried to distract myself by pulling back. That only meant that, somehow, my hand came down on my mother's right breast and I gripped her instinctively, trying to balance. If she didn't have her legs wrapped around me so tightly, I'd've been able to get away!

"Mmmph... Mom, let me go..."

"Not before you seed me full, son," she murmured, arching up against me, using her leverage to her best advantage. "Mmm... Your cum filling me up is going to feel amazing, so thick, so heavy... My belly rising with your offspring..."

I moaned, shuddering in place, unconsciously rubbing her breast. It felt good - or maybe that was too simplistic a way to think about what I was doing with her, my breath hitching and catching. Yet I was spellbound, all over again, groping her breasts, playing with them, even taking my weight back a little, which she allowed, so I could use both hands. Of course, that meant I had to drop awkwardly to one elbow but I tried anyway, playing my thumbs over her nipples, once again fascinated beyond belief by her body.

She was glorious, so beautiful... I could have spent all day long playing with her breasts, massaging them and worshipping them, even dropping my muzzle to them. Her coat was so soft and I played my lips over it with a light wiggle and whuffle, nuzzling to her nipples and catching one after the other with my lips. When my mother moaned, my hips still thrusting slowly with long, deep strokes, I knew I was doing the right thing, flicking a nipple with my tongue and experimenting with my mouth.

I only wished I'd had the chance to experiment with someone else before my mom, so I could have made it even better for her. I just wanted to make her feel good, even though something was wrong, even though there was a nagging feeling in the back of my mind that tugged me back to some kind of reasonable reality.

"Unff..."

I gasped as I came back, my eyes foggy, everything around me hazy. All I could smell was my mother, something sweet clouding my senses, swirling around. Drugged, practically, I gulped in greedy inhale after inhale, breath after breath, sending that scent deeply down into my lungs.

"Mmmm..." I nuzzled at her breasts, lipping at them playfully. "Won't...cum in you, mom..."

"You will, son."

I shivered. It was good to be told what to do. It had never been something I'd've thought I would have liked, in all honesty.

But it made it easier. I just... I just had to pull out. But I could not deny either that I was warring between two opposing courses of action, of stopping everything entirely and keeping going. If the text was right...I was going to lose much more than just my virginity. But it was just a website, wasn't it, and maybe I was just dreaming still?

I so badly wanted it all to be a dream...

No. It couldn't be a dream. Everything was so real, from the smell of my mother sinking into my nostrils to the feel of her body under mine, so soft and so yielding, her breasts pressing to my chest as she arched deliciously up against me.

I had to hold back. I had to get out of her somehow. What if it really drained me, draining everything from me? I didn't want to be a shell! I didn't want to be a husk of myself, broken, empty... With a low groan, I shuddered, the ripple rolling through my entire body.

"Mom... No..."

"You're going to make me look wonderful, son," she murmured. "Look... Look at me..."

And I did. But it wasn't my mother anymore - no, she was still my mother. Yet, all of a sudden, she looked big and round, her belly swollen as if she was pregnant right then and there!

If I needed anything at all to tell me that there really was something dark afoot, well, that was it. But I still drew back only to reverently run my hands over her stomach, as gentle as I could be. What if I hurt her? What if I hurt our child inside her?

My cock twitched and throbbed, need rising.

"Unff... Mom... Mom, you look amazing..."

"I know," she purred, licking her lips and running her fingers across my cheek, down to my neck and folding them across the back of it, through my upright mane. "You will do this to me, we're going to be so happy together. Please... Please, cum inside me! I need you so much, Miles!"

It was my name on her lips that I needed so very badly, trembling, my tail twitching back and forth as if it simply could not be controlled. But it was wrong, very wrong - and I was going to lose myself if I kept going!

Still, then...why did I keep thrusting? Why did I act as if there was nothing else in my mind or my life, nothing more that I could ever hope for? The rise of her belly felt so very real against me as I thrust, unable to pull out all the way from her delectable heat.

"You know I'm in season, don't you?" My mother nickered, nuzzling into my neck, kissing and lipping with her big, soft, velvety lips, tugging at my skin. "My heat... It calls to you. Take a deep breath, darling, see how badly mommy needs you..."

I shivered. Her babying tone... Oh, it had annoyed me so much before, but now all I wanted was to be close to her. I couldn't fight it, whimpering, twisting, bucking my hips to cram every bit of cock that I could into her in short, sharp, demanding thrusts.

"Unff... Mom, I'll be...drained..."

"No, no... No, my sweet, boy, no you won't," she said, reassuring me - but it did not feel like anything akin to reassurance at all. "Everything is fine, you just have to cum in me, make me a mother again. I've been waiting so long for this..."

Maybe she had. Maybe everything was actually okay. Oh, how I so very badly wanted to believe that, leaning over her, kissing her neck, closing my eyes tightly against the reality of it. Slowly and surely, my cock thickened, the flare widening at the tip, trembling with need. I was already so close to orgasm and didn't know for how much longer I could hold back. Could I pretend I couldn't get off inside her? Would she believe that? I'd heard it could happen to guys sometimes, just randomly getting soft.

But, no, that was impossible with how good she felt around me, her pussy rippling and massaging my cock as if she was pulling along it from the base to the tip, clenching and squeezing. It should have been nowhere near as rhythmic as it was and yet it still drew me in, grunting, groaning, leaning over her while I tried to push my buttocks back and away. Any little movement I made to put some distance between us, however, was overridden but her digging her hooves into my backside, the winking pull of her pussy around me dragging me back in.

Was there really no escape, none at all? I groaned, twisting, bucking, yet I drove into her again and again, helpless to her whims. I loved her so much - in a mother and son kind of way, but it was swiftly becoming something more.

"Mom... Please... Please, let me go, I don't want this..."

I moaned, begging, hating myself for doing so. It was not like me, not like me at all, but I didn't want to die, I didn't want to lose myself. It was an unknown thing as to what exactly would happen once I climaxed but, well...I didn't want to find out either. If the lioness in the dream had really been a succubus and if it was possible that she was possessing my mother...none of that was good.

Fear chilled me, a cold sweat breaking out across my skin, breath coming in shorter, raspier pants than before. My ears splayed and I knew my eyes were going glassy as I stared, unblinking, wide-eyed, not really present in my own body anymore.

All the while, what breath I did take in was infused, deliriously deliciously, with my mother's heat, her arousal soaking my dark-skinned cock as I ploughed her full. I gave her everything she wanted while she begged me on, her fingers running through my mane, telling me what a dutiful son I was.

"Cum in me, darling," she pleaded, her eyes wide, lips parted breathily - oh, that was so hot too. "I want everything you have to give me. Please... Fill me up, I want to feel everything, every drop of your seed, everything you have to give... Ohhhhh, I can't wait to be a mommy again!"

I moaned. That word... Oh, I wanted to make her a mother again too, yes, very much, even if I knew how desperately wrong it was. I tried to hold back even as my flare pumped up even more, trembling on the point of no return, her hooves biting into my backside with the force she applied just to keep me there.

"Agh... No..."

But I couldn't do it. With a bray that twisted deliriously into a squeal, ripping from my throat, I climaxed. Thick, long, sticky ropes of cum splattered from me as if I had never cum before, surely painting her pussy with my cream, though my mind was no longer with residence.

Coldness sank into me - not like the chill of fear, but something else entirely. All I could do was keep cumming and cumming, for it was not as if I could stop once long, thick streams of cum had begun shooting from the slit at the head of my cock. Yet I felt everything as if time had slowed down around me, my adrenaline pumping, aware of the strain in my eyes, how I was rolling them, my chest juddering for breath that wouldn't come.

"Mmmnnn... Nnnggghhh..."

No words left my lips, not as I slipped down and down and down. It was as if I was falling deeper within myself, retreating from the world. Sucked down and down and down into my cock, expended into her body. It was then that I knew, completely and certainly, that my mother had been possessed by the succubus I had summoned, a wicked grin stretching her lips, a glint of glee in her eyes.

And I had done no more than seal my fate. Every spurt of cum drained a little more from me, slower, duller, as if life itself was fading from me. My lips parted but I couldn't even scream, trembling in place, lost to the moment, for there was nothing at all I could do to go back from it.

No...

_ _

I tried to fight it, tried to remember who I was. I was Miles, my mother's son - her real son. But my mind felt soft as if it could not cling to a thought anymore, everything yielding and slippery, teasing through my grasp.

Hold...on...

_ _

It was no use. I was gone, even though I had to fight it, had to feel like I was doing something even as waves of ecstasy, traitorous pleasure, rippled through me.

My mother's legs uncrossed from my back, a smirk on her lips, my eyes fixed on her without really seeing her. There was nothing I could do to pull away.

Down and down and down... Greyness swirled around me, emptiness, cloying, fading, drifting. There was no substance there, though the panic remained, leaping and juddering within me, my heart...

Oh. My heart wasn't even pounding anymore. How strange.

Yet there was pleasure. And perhaps that was indeed what I should have been focusing on, grunting faintly, though I may have imagined the sound. I felt it though, the memory of it, as the last spurts of cum drained from me, emptying my nuts, into my mother's pussy.

No longer a virgin. But it was no triumph for me.

I didn't know anything, was not aware of anything, slipping away in the spray of my cum. I'd never thought an orgasm could be so deadly.

Inside my mother, I was...no more.

*

Hayley's perspective

Possessed by the succubus

_ _

"Mmm... How lovely..."

I sprawled out across the bed, rubbing a breast absently, my belly back to normal, though I was perfectly sated. My lower abdomen was plump with the seed of my son and I couldn't see anything at all wrong with the world.

Smiling, I caressed his cheek and dropped a kiss on his lips, though his eyes were cool and blank, his chest barely rising and falling with breath. Poor wee one. He hadn't had any idea of what he'd got himself into. But he wouldn't need to worry about anything ever again.

"I'll keep you here, darling..." I murmured, nipping his neck, running my hand down his body, admiring his firm abdominals, his lean figure. "Mmm... A little succubus magic now... That'll keep you hard for me, at least, to ride. There won't be anymore viable cum in you though. But you won't need that. You won't know pain nor pleasure..."

I chuckled, shaking my head.

"Well, Miles, you won't know anything at all. But you'll still be useful to me."

If he hadn't been so foolish, he would never have been drained by a succubus. But that was my win and his loss, in the end.

How lucky for me.