When the worlds collided, the borders became a blur, what was once a view into the horizon was now a keyhole into the unknown. What was once a walk in the woods, low led into the claws of an unknown mistress. All of them were merciless, all wished for nothing more than to usurp the other, whilst playing with the people caught in between. But one of them saw the bigger picture...
"Mistress... please..." A knight whispered from the foot of her throne. He was still in his plate, his sword not two feet away from him, but he dared not move. The poor man gasped and writhed in pleasure beneath his goddess. Her tail bit down, like a snake, upon his member and with each suck the mans face grew thinner and his lines older.
Beneath her throne the former king, bound in a kneeling position, gagged and blinded, with latex covering his whole body as tubes ran out of his mouth and cock. Milking and pumping, milking and pumping. He was the only real threat to her rule but he was dealt with quickly.
Now, his two true born sons were defeated and his adopted one was sprawled upon the ground beneath her. Looking up at her, bawling at her beauty. And she, the succubus Lilinreia, lounged back into her throne, legs crossed as her left arm swayed to the eldest son of the king, kneeling, whilst, with ever movement of her arm, she drew a bit more of his soul from his body.
Clad in form fitting latex and nylon, her boots were thigh high, blood red, the same as her elbow gloves and her skin. While here eyes, hair and nylon bodysuit were the color of snow white.
She was inspecting her right glove as she took another part of Gareth's soul.
"You are first hun. Tell me, what is your soul worth to you?" She asked, her voice between the sound of flowers upon a field and metal scraping together. Gareth was barely anything more than a husk now. Skin a little more than dust, eyes empty but shining with pleasure, mouth barely moving but fixed in a smile. The smile that will remain once he is dead as well.
"Nothing... nothing..." He spoke, if that what left his mouth could be called a voice. Lilinreia, shifted in her seat, her tail still sucking upon the knight on the ground, the adopted son of the king. She fixed him with her empty, white eyes, her red lips parting in a smile while her fangs showed the evil of her nature.
"Nothing? What do you mean nothing?" She asked with a giggle.
"It is all... all yours, mistress... I.. I..." Lilinreia placed her latex gloved finger upon his lip to shush him. Gareth sighed in ecstasy the moment he felt the latex upon his skin and, gingerly tried to suckle upon it. But he had no strength left, it looked like a newborn trying to speak. The succubus ignored his feeble tries.
"Of course it is honey. And what I want I always get am I not wrong?" She placed her other latex clad palm beneath her chin and beamed at him. With another wave of her arm, as a bright, heavenly light shone, a piece of his sole was torn from him and sucked into her finger.
Gareth tried speaking but it was for naught, he was trembling, trying desperately to stay up. Or rather, upon his knees.
"Oh? Have you expired little slave? I guess you were a weakling after all. Even though you were the son of a king." She said with a disappointed sigh. With a final wave of her hand, the red skinned succubus pulled upon his soul and his husk of a corpse, fell forwards.
Lilinreia stood up, placed her latex boot beneath his corpse and shoved it to the side. "I'll let Arachna have what is left of you." She said to the corpse, leaving it behind, and finally looking down upon my adopted brother.
I was bound, unable to move but I fought within my bonds, as I saw my elder brother being sucked dry by this beast.
The succubus stood over Stefan, in all her glory. Her gloves and boots radiating against her matching skin, her eyes hair and nylon bodysuit dripping with sex appeal begging to be touched and kissed. Smelled, snuggled against...
Lilinreia placed her hands upon her hips as she posed above Stefan. He gasped in pleasure at the sight of her, longing to be under her gaze longer as he burst into another blissful orgasm.
"Orgasm number...?" She trailed with her demonic voice, full of sadism. Stefan was still silent, basking in his orgasm.
"You may actually speak now slave." She said, a bit annoyed.
"Seventy five!" He said with a loud gasp and a moan.
"And yet, you fought me, little slave. Just like your younger brother. Your adopted father and older brother were not much of a fight but you two... Capturing you two has been great fun." She said, gliding down her latex arm around her large breasts, that were barely held in place by her bodysuit.
"I apologize mistress... just let me cum again... please I need it." The succubus rolled her eyes upon his words.
"Such a waist. I do always get what I want, slave, but you are too needy, I wanted you to last longer before I broke you... still, I can have fun with you in other ways." She said with a mischievous smile. The red skinned demon lifted her red latex palm, and snapped her fingers.
The moment she did Stefan burst into another orgasm as his back arched and he screamed in pleasure.
"You want more slave?"
"Yes mistress please!! I give my life to you! Take it! Just let me cum, I am yours!!!" Stefan screamed in agony as Lilinreia laughed at her slave beneath her.
"Good." Snap, snap, snap.
Stefan shuddered upon the ground, lifting his arm towards her, trying to touch her one more time before he was sucked dry. By now, he was looking more like a mummy and not a human being. Tears rolled down my eyes as I saw my brother, and best friend wallow in despair and pleasure.
"Come now." snap "if you manage to touch me I might let you live." Snap, snap.
He reached, arching his back, trying to lift himself up, and, I almost thought he would make it but Lilinreia had other plans. She bent down towards him, sneering.
Snap, snap, snap, snap, snap, snap, snap, snap.
By the time she finished he looked just like Gareth. A husk. I screamed into my gag and she, finally looked at me.
"Tut, tut baby. You are next don't worry." She said, stepping over Stefan's grinning corpse that was now in a puddle of his own cum.
"You will make it fun won't you?" Lilinreia asked. "Oh, sorry, you can't speak with a gag. But that suit does look snug on you doesn't it." She finished and removed my gag.
I was stuck in a similar suit as father, latex, tight, not giving me an inch of freedom, with traps all over my body, holding my limbs in place.
