Violet The Succubus

She looked beyond perfect. He couldn't take her eyes off her. No one could. The whole room was drawn to her. And it wasn't just because of how amazing she looked looked in her tight little black dress that amazingly showed off her petite body. It wasn't just her fabulously dramatic, rockstar make up she was wearing. It wasn't her just her short, punk-pixie hair cut.

There was something hypnotic about her. Otherworldly. The whole room wanted her, yes. But it was deeper than that. It was like the whole room needed her. It was as though the world would have stopped turning if she asked it to.

He hadn't even caught her name. What was even more weird, was that it seemed no one else had either. After asking several other party-goers about her, he was unable to figure out who she was. All he could get were confused half answers.

"I think she might be a friend of David's roommate?"

"Didn't she come here with Steven? No wait, I guess he came in with the blonde."

"I think she works with Elaine? Maybe not."

He'd talked to her a few times of course. But he never quite seemed to remember to ask her name. In fact, as soon as the conversation ended he couldn't seem to remember anything at all about what they had talked about. He'd had a little bit to drink. Perhaps that was it. But then he hadn't drank that much...

No matter. He'd find her again and talk to her again. This time he'd make sure the conversation went on long enough for him to grab her name. Who knew? Maybe even her number.

Wait. She was looking at him right now. How long had she been doing that? He'd been watching her for several minute now. Why hadn't he noticed when she'd turned to look directly at him. Was he that zoned out?

It didn't matter. He had to talk to her now. He felt the need to salvage the situation and look as un-creepy as possible.

Besides...something about her eyes seemed to beckon him.

Before he knew it, he was standing next to her.

"I didn't mean to stare." He began.

"Yes you did." Her playful tone of voice and her soft smile made her otherwise accusing statement feel much more easy going.

He smiled back nervously. "Okay you got me. Sorry. You're just like really pretty and-"

"You wanna fuck me." She said plainly.

He paused, completely dumbfounded. "What?"

She giggles sweetly. "I said..."she began slowly as she leaned in close, an placed her lips gently against his ear. She spoke slowly, with sensual energy dripping off of each syllable. "You want to fuck me."

She leaned back and smiled innocently as if nothing had happened.

He stood there like an idiot with his mouth hanging open.

"It's not that." He said, knowing he was lying.

She raised her eyebrows. "Oh you really don't want to?" She asked. "Because i was thinking I might let you but if you're not interested.."

"No, no!" He choked out eagerly.

She giggled. "Don't worry cutie, the night is young and there's plenty of time for us to have fun later. But for now..." she nodded in the direction of a guy on the other side of the room, talking up one of the girls. "See that guy over there? I was thinking I might suck his cock."

She looked at him, apparently waiting for a response, although once again he wasn't sure what to say.

"Do you think he'd let me?" She asked.

He laughed nervously. "Yeah, I mean I guess."

She grinned. It was cheerful but somehow also just a little sinister. "Cool. I kinda wanna blow him in front of everyone. Do you think that would be okay?"

He wondered if she was intentionally catching him off guard with each sentence.

"I guess there's only one way to find out." He found himself saying.

She grinned again. "Awesome. Hold this for me?" She handed him her drink.

"I'll be right back, cutie."

He watched her ass sway as she sauntered over to the guy across the room. She glanced back at him with a wink that seemed to communicate 'wish me luck', although somehow he knew she wouldn't need it. As soon as she was within a few paces of the man, his gaze turned to meet her, utterly abandoning his previous conversation.

He wondered precisely how she was going to approach the subject. He assumed she wouldn't literally take him here in front of everyone. However he also didn't imagine it would take her long to convince him.

He observed them talking for a scant moment or so. A look of surprise came over the man's face and he wondered what she had said to him. He was somewhat shocked when, seemingly without warning, the woman dropped to her knees and began undoing the man's belt. She then slowly leaned in and slid his zipper down with her teeth.

Strangely, no one else in the room seemed to notice what was going on. They all just continued on with their drinks and their conversations, seemingly oblivious or indifferent to what was taking place before them. It was like the strange girl had cast a spell on everyone in the room.

He, on the other hand, couldn't look away. Not for a second. As he watched this girl he didn't know pleasure this man he felt that oddest mix of emotion. Arousal. Jealousy. Fascination.

It felt wrong watching her with someone else. Like she belonged to him. Even though he knew that was absurd. He still didn't even know her name. He felt sick with jealousy and wanted to walk right up and separate them.

Yet at the same time the last thing he wanted was for them to stop. He was utterly transfixed, watching this gorgeous woman he barely knew, on her knees for someone she barely knew. He wanted her to continue. He wanted her to finish him.

She knelt there in front of the other man with her hands on his thighs, taking every inch of him. The man had his hands on her head, gripping skull tight as he slid in and out of her mouth. Kept taking him faster and faster, until he was aggressively fucking her mouth. Even still, no one around even seemed to mind. A few people looked directly at them, but they just smiled and acted like it was nothing.

She looked beautiful. Perfect even. On her knees, taking the man she'd only just met. He ached to be the one in front of her, and he realized that was her intention. She'd done this specifically to wet his appetite for her. And it was working. He knew he was going to absolutely destroy her, the first chance he got.

Before long, she was more then the man could take. He shuddered and let out a shout. She took her mouth off of him and waited, knowing he was about to explode.

And explode he did. With a shout even longer and louder than the one previous, he let go, showering the beautiful and mysterious woman with his warm cum. Buckets of it too. Most of it coated her deceptively innocent face, a little got in her hair, and the rest went on her shirt. She basked in it, knowing full well just how amazing she looked.

She grinned up at the now exhausted looking man. She stood and whispered something unintelligible to him, and he simply went back to mingling with the others as though nothing had happened.

She then turned around and looked back at him, still covered in the other man's cum, and still grinning from ear to ear.

As she began to return to him, he realized just how hard his heart was pounding. It felt as though it was going to beat its way through his rib cage. The closer she got, the harder it pounded.

"How do I look?" She asked once she was right in front of him.

"Amazing." He said without even thinking.

She winked at him seductively. "Thanks cutie." She turned and began to move. "Come on. Let's go find someplace private."

He wondered briefly why she didn't just take him out here like the last guy but he wasn't about to question her. He fell in step behind her and followed her out of the living room, down a hall and into a large bedroom.

"Who's room is this?" He asked, wondering if they be disturbed."

She shrugged. "I dunno. It's ours for now."

Without further warning, she threw her arms around him and kissed him. The load on her face was still warm, and he didn't fully realize how hard he was until his throbbing member was pressed up against her. As her hands roamed over his body, pulling him against her, he knew needed to be inside of her.

The two of them tumbled into the bed together, a messy, incoherent pile of lips and limbs. He was so focused on the kiss that he almost didn't notice her reaching down to undo his pants. Before he knew it, his raging hard on was out of his pants and in her tiny, delicate hands.

He growled in pleasure as she's stroked him. He felt as though he'd die if he didn't get inside of her soon. But he wasn't time yet. He had a job to do first.

Reluctantly, he took hold of her wrists and took her hands off of his swollen cock. "Stop." He told her simply.

He stood up off of the bed, grabbed her hips and dragged her to the edge of it. He then slid her dress up her thighs. She grinned down at him and his heart fluttered a little at the sight of her smile.

He leaned forward and laid a soft, admiring kiss on her knee. Then, he began leaving slow, lingering kisses all the way up her thigh until he reached what he wanted.

He glanced up at her, as if looking for permission. She smiled, invitingly. Deviously. He couldn't shake the feeling that he was walking into a trap.

He didn't care.

He placed an adoring kiss between her legs, and he felt her slip one hand behind his head, pulling his mouth tighter against her sweet mound. She let out delightful little moans and gasps as he devoured her. Knowing that he was pleasing her, was it's own kind of paradise.

As he licked and sucked her sweet wetness, he reached his hand up, and slipped his finger inside of her. He curled it inside of her, making 'come hither' motions. He felt her legs squirming on either side of his head, and he went on fingering her and eating her.

He wanted to taste her orgasm. He needed it. Needed to feel her pleasure on his tongue. He'd never needed anything so badly in his life.

He licked, and sucked and fingerer and ate. All the while she moaned and squirmed and tugged at his hair. She was getting closer. The sound of her approval was the most beautiful song he'd ever heard in his life.

He prayed for her orgasm. He wanted it so damn bad he prayed in his mind for her to cum. He didn't even know who he was praying to. Maybe her.

And then she came. She let out the single, loudest scream he'd ever heard in his life. She clamped her thighs around his head so tight, he thought his skull was gonna pop. She pulled his hair so hard, he thought she was gonna rip it out.

It was beautiful. It was perfect. It was nothing short of pure bliss. Knowing she was orgasming above him, was somehow more pleasurable than any orgasm he'd had in his entire life.

Then suddenly the pulled him by the hair, up to face her.

She was breathless, sweating, and utterly gorgeous. There was an odd look in her eyes. It wasn't just afterglow. It was like he could see the whole universe in her eyes.

"I'm gonna eat you alive." She whispered in the absolute softest voice. It sent chills down his spine.

"I want you to." He found himself saying, without ever really making the decision to speak the words.

She grinned, from ear to ear. It was almost unnaturally wide. Wide enough that a tiny little part of his mind that told him there was something evil in that grin.

The next thing he knew, she reached down between them, took ahold of him in her soft hand, and lined him up with her warm, wet, waiting entrance.

He slowly sank himself into her, a millimeter at a time. She was soft, and wet and warm and perfect. She was heaven. She was God.

He buried himself in her to the hilt and the both let out a little gasp in unison. She took his face in her hands and pulled him down to kiss her. Their lips met and he began to slide in and out of her at an agonizingly slow pace. He savored every single thrust, stretching it out as long as he could.

Meanwhile, she slipped her tongue into his mouth, and he more than welcomed it. He massaged her tongue with his own, and sucked on it as his hands explored her perfect body. She explored him right back with her nails, digging them into his back, his arms, and his ass.

She felt like velvet, and tasted like honey. She was forbidden fruit. She was damnation.

She moaned into the kiss and he swore he could taste the sound. Something about the sound felt even more pleasurable than her touch. He was like her could hear her moans in just in his ears but in his soul.

He gradually began to pick up his pace, sliding out a little faster, and sinking back into her a little harder. He wanted to be deeper in side of her. He wanted all of her. He wanted to give her all of him.

Suddenly she grabbed a fist full of of his hair and pulled his face away from hers, breaking the kiss.

"Fuck me." She said quietly but firmly.

He picked up his pace in and thrusted harder.

For some reason, she looked angry.

"I said..." she tightened her grip on his hair. "FUCK...Me." Her voice was louder than thunder. No, voices. He swore he'd heard multiple voice come out of her at once.

And this time, he obeyed. He fucked her the way she wanted to be fucked. With every he had. His body did it for him, without his mind even making the choice to do so.

It was then that he noticed her eyes. They were black. All, pure black like one big giant pupil.

He wanted to question this. He wanted to ask her what she was. But he couldn't. Instead he just stared into her pitch black eyes and continued his thrusting.

She let out a chilling laugh, no, a cackle. Once again with many voices coming from her mouth all at once.

She knew everything he was thinking. He was convinced of it.

He pounded into her faster and harder, his body seemingly on auto pilot. Any internal doubt he felt had zero effect on his physical performance.

She was perfect. She was beautiful. She was heaven. It was like nothing existed outside of her. He couldn't see anything but her, couldn't feel anything but her. She was the entire universe.

"I want you to cum inside me." She told him sensually... yet her mouth didn't look like it he moved. It was like her mind had spoken directly to his.

She grinned at him. That perfect, maniacal grin again, that he knew was dangerous, but it was the most beautiful sight in the entirety of existence. Her smile was his favorite part of her delectable body.

"You heard me baby." She said with a giggle, and he nearly jumped out of his skin. Her mouth definitely wasn't moving when she spoke.

She made a playful pouting face. "What's the matter baby? You get to be inside my body. Why can't I be inside your brain?" The words echoed in his skull. He had nothing to even compare the sensation too.

"I'll leave if you want me too." She whined, and her eyes looked sad.

"No!" He screamed out loud. He hadn't even meant to. It just happened.

She laughed, both outwardly, and inside his mind. "I've got you." She explained simply. "You belong to me now. You couldn't run if you tried. But you won't try."

All the while he still hadn't stopped hammering into her perfect womanhood. "What the fuck are you?" The question was one of admiration.

She giggled again, and pulled him close. She made a point of whispering in his ear, rather hang in his mind. "I am nothing a creature like you could ever possibly understand."

He starred into her eyes in awe. He knew she wasn't lying. She was more than a person.

"Are you gonna kill me?" It occurred to him that if the answer was yes, he still wouldn't have stopped fucking her.

Instead she just giggled again. He realized he was falling in love with that giggle. "No cutie, at least not for a very long time."

Somehow, that answer was good enough for him for now.

"Cum inside me baby." She repeated her command, this time with a little more urgency.

Every instinct he had told him no. But everything in his body told him his. He wanted to pleas her. Wanted to be please by her. He wanted to worship her.

Suddenly she grabbed his face with both hands and made him stare at her own face, which was still contorted in pleasure. "Blow your load in me, baby." She commanded.

And just like that, he couldn't have held back anymore if he tried. The head of his cock swell, and his balls tightened. He felt his seed shoot out of his shaft, and into her perfect, evil cunt.

She moaned in absolute ecstasy. She seemed to be acutely aware of his cum pumping into her. She was getting off on knowing he was spilling his load inside of her.

"Yes, give it all to me!" She commanded him.

He couldn't stop. His cock just kept pumping rope after rope of hot cum into her soft, warm, vile hole. For minutes he laid there on top of her, twitching and spasming as he gave her what he knew was an inhuman amount of sperm. It just wouldn't stop. It kept streaming out of him until it hurt. His body just wasn't meant to do this.

Eventually, the torrent of semen stopped and he began to float back down to earth. It was like the entire world was returning around him. He hadn't even realized how insane the orgasm had been until it subsided.

He rolled off of her, and collapsed in the bed. Exhausted and light headed, he didn't even have the energy to drink. He had never once felt so utterly drained in his entire life.

She giggled again as she sat up in bed beside him.

"That was a lotta fun, cutie." She told him with a smile that seemed genuine.

She stood and began moving towards the open door. He wanted to get up and follow but found he couldn't will his body to get off the bed.

"Will I see you again?" He blurted out, and only after he'd said it did he realize how much desperation was in his voice.

She turned back to him and winked. "You won't be able to get rid of me." And with that, she turned and left the room, still completely naked.