Me, succubus, one on one
I'm nobody important.
But all I know was that,
I was exhausted, feeling the endless waves of nausea that tired me ever-so-greater that came crashing before the rocks which represented my life. Fragmented and about to shatter...
It was one night, when the tasteless meal still lingered in my mouth, and the haunting relapse of last nights television programme ran through my mind. It didn't matter to me whether I'd see the sun rise tomorrow, or if I died in my sleep. The magnitude of debilitation swallows my mind like a vacuum. Perhaps the next day will bring a glint of gold that will spark the inner fire inside me, or waste more of my time. I didn't feel sad, neither suicidal, but you can say that I lost my sense of direction, and purpose.
Crawling into the familiar crypt that held no dreams had a surprise waiting. It did make me wonder why it happened, and why I should chase a near impossible dream.
Somehow, I couldn't recall whether I was asleep, but all I know that I was conscious. Before at the end of my bed stood a young shadowy figure. Her eyes gleamed a ruby-red flame, hair of dark lavender. A grin from her face emerged; with pearl white teeth accompanied with a tongue wiped them clean like fingers down a piano.
She strode to my side, which puzzled to be, for the moon outside was more vibrant that usual, more alive. Its very presence felt like a spotlight as it amplified her mysterious aura that brought my heart to beat uncontrollably fast.
The creature wasn't tall; she had not even reached puberty as her appearance was very child-like, despite the fact that the moon beams hit her apple-sized breasts, licking her rosy pink nipples as if it glowed. The furs along her breasts were silver white, with her exterior being quartz black. Feline. She titled her head towards mine; her gaze grasped my eyes as I was still studying her auspicious figure. She floated close towards me.
A rush of blood flowed to my head, and it wasn't the one I use to do thinking with. She lifted her legs as he knees ascended towards mine. She was on all fours, with her neck bowed before my legs. With her eyes still maintaining its enchantment upon mine. The glow of the moon illuminated her figure, her ass was caressed in the light as a cool breeze of the outside entered, chilling my spine. Her head bowed more now, and then came the spark I needed. I felt a hot lick between my thighs trickled like a fire. The licks were like a trickle of hot wax in which suddenly sharpened my senses. I felt the licks being long and soothing as each lick was slowly making its way to my genitals. My balls got several warm slurps from the figure, as her tongue played with them, making them twitch and bounce. The hot wax crept towards my penis.
The situation got more accelerated and intense, as now the feline girl raised her fingers which drew closer to my genitals, in which she stroked my balls, prodded my rectum and gripped my member. Her mouth and my penis were one, as her tongue gripped my head in harmonious motion. Curling, whipping and even instances which it penetrated my urethra. Not to be left alone with gentle nibbles from her pearl fangs against my skin.
I had no control, no desire for movement or escape. Her embrace was near perfect as I felt a gush rising towards the end of my member. At which in an instant her paws clutched my penis like a chain, preventing the flow of my semen as she let the pressure build. My arms pinned out like a crucifix her grip tightened. I shook my cranium side-to-side, bashing the sides of my pillow while I whimpered joyfully.
I needed to erupt. I needed to cum. It was not a want, for wants thrown aside now, it was a need; a desperate need. With one last slow kiss to my pink head, the feline figure released her grip and let the burst erupt as a torrent of sperm blasted like a ruptured hose on to her lips and into her mouth. The hot spray caught her tongue; I winced savoring the moment that my semen left my system. But it was far from over.
That was an appetizer; the main course still awaited me. I was still hard, solid and I felt vigor return to me. I felt as if I needed to move, a need to run, a need to expend my energy. I wasn't going to give in to a child, letting her dominate my physical being. The moon's glow was strong, so was I, and so I shall force my ways on that feline girl.
She was about to depart, her gaze decided that I was done, and needed not more effort to be displayed. As she turned slowly towards the window, I sprung from my bed. With one paw having gripped her shoulder and the other on her waist, I used brute force to pull the figure with centrifugal force back on my sheets. The situation turned from magical to rough, and now it was about to get ugly.
A shriek echoed from the feline as her belly collapsed against the sheets, to be in chorus with the slapping of her breasts as it made impact. The shadows were non-existent; the moon amplified the silver illumination to a new level. Winds gathered motion in increased magnitude, as I looked over he back like a colossus.
My right hand was on my penis as I stroked it to renew its hardened state. My left was on her tail, the grip was forced, tight and wild. Lifting my arm with relative ease, I exposed two orifices in the moonlight, as the silver pool shone on them. The choice was impossible, for both orifices were soft and tight, both pure and untouched. A pink glow emerged and like a closed rose it was the south; the pussy. In the north, a tight pink love hole was a crack waiting to be opened, violated. Sweet. Cute.
I needed not waste more time, for each second was more precious than gold. I hardened my spear even more, I felt every vein pop out as I made a crucial aim to the rectum. The pink head went charging into the asshole but made no penetration. She's resisting I thought, she tried to clench. Her eyes shut tight, focusing every whim, every muscle to that tiny gaping hole. I guided my spear once more with my fingers, which scouted the pleasure that I was about to embrace. It was tight, my index finger barely got to penetration.
Her will was as hard as iron, but my penis was reinforced steel. The spear measured nearly tripled the radius of my finger. Now I rammed harder into that hole. One thrust, two thrusts, yet her asshole did not give way. The aftermath of my first orgasm helped immensely. I took a slight step back, with bent knees in a stance as if ready to pounce. The penis was locked onto the hole.
With both hands on her asshole now, I jumped, like a predator I felt her whole being slightly going airborne. She screamed, and it was music to my ears, the scream was shrill, high and memorable. The grip of her flesh against my penis closed in tighter that ever. Her eyes shone with tears, expressing awe, shock and extreme pain.
Fuck her pain; it was a colossal effort to bring that behemoth into that gaping hole. Fuck it, it was time to fuck so suck it up and let my penis violate your asshole.
My paws let go of her thighs, and gripped her arms that grasped my sheets. With my penis acting like a pivot I lifted her from her position and pulled them back. Spreading them out like wings. Her legs thrashing wildly as if trying to break free.
Every kick, forced her rectum to twist and turn, as it rubbed madly against my penis. I felt a second wave building up, but it was not going to force free from me easily.
I retraced my waist, letting some meat slip, and thrust, bringing her screams to renewed volume. We both breathed deeply now, sweat dripping down my chest as I did the following. Retract, thrust, Retract, thrust, Retract, thrust. Repeat.
I let her arms go, and gripped both her nipples with no sense of respect. Nipple rings, were present as the shone in the light. Sweet. I slip both my indexes into them, followed my slight tugs and jerks that combined with a thrust made her symphony of screams ever-so-sensual and enjoyable, bringing us both closer to orgasm.
The moon shone on us, I kneeled and let my penis slide out from the sore asshole and flipped her on her back. With her head resting against my pillow, we were both back where we started, in swapped positions. My thighs now crept towards her breasts, with her nipples slapping against my balls with high fives I aimed my spear towards her nose. I was holding it in, and needed to let the beast free. From her dazed look, she seemed defenseless, weak, and unconscious.
But she awoke quickly; her tongue suddenly stuck from the pearl whites and entered my cock. The hot flame had returned. I was in immeasurable pleasure, I winced as the tongue tasted her own asshole and was obstructing the flow of semen from my cock. It was plugged in, it built pressure. I winced in agony only to catch her glimpse once more; her eyes glowed ruby-red, fully focused with her menacing stare.
I couldn't hold it, neither could she, a giant eruption spew forth from my penis now like a geyser, with hot semen pissing against her cranium. I howled and so did she, the white trickle overflowed like a ruptured dam across a field, a torrent of fresh semen flew across her eyes, her mouth, and her nose. Even so nearly coated my pillow. Her lavender hair glistened in silver droplets like mercury as they shone in the moonlight.
Her face was covered in white liquid, and I felt physical exhaustion during the aftermath. It flowed slowly as both her hands rubbed some on her rosy tits. I collapsed next to her; facing the ceiling I saw the figure one last time. Her wet nose touched mine, and so did her lips. The sour sensation did not disgust me as I tasted the fruits of our encounter; I tasted her saliva, her asshole, her tongue and my own semen.
The sun rose, she was gone. I had never felt so much life as I had did before, the revived vigor felt like endorphins a sweet sensation of purpose returned back to me as now I had something to chase for.
I had left out the untainted pussy for our next encounter, wheter it be today, tomorrow or never, I am still working my way to finding that succubus once again.