The Succubus Whispers in the Bride's Ear
Ashtoreth
I grinned from ear to ear at the brunette woman standing in the lobby of the hotel. It was some sort of building where travelers could rent a room. The woman wore a gauzy, white veil that was pulled back and draped over her hair in almost a mockery of modesty.
I had yet to see a single woman cover her hair with a veil or shawl. They all let their tresses free without any shame to them. It was almost refreshing. I drifted toward her, eager to have my delicious pupil dominate her and strip away her pathetic attempt at modesty.
"Oh, a newlywed," Mrs. Murphy said as she clung to Joseph's arm. She was his newest conquest, a woman that had to find out if she was "fuckable" in the lingerie.
Clothing purposely made to be intimate with a lover.
She had been at the lingerie store to buy something naughty to wear for her husband, but I made her into Joseph's slut. He was growing so fast as a man. He didn't resist at all. In fact, he seized her in public because, well, she was fuckable in that corset. He was beginning to see women in the way that dominating Yahweh would hate.
As objects.
Things to be used.
To be lusted over and filled with seed. To be urinated on and humiliated. Joseph damned himself and these women with his every action, and it was so delicious. Joseph was already staring at this woman. I could tell he wanted her.
He wanted to ravish a newlywed. The word was so apparent. A fresh bride, and yet she had not gone to her wedding bed a virgin. She could be influenced. Was there a single modest and pure woman in this delicious time? I hoped not.
I whispered into the woman's ear as Joseph sauntered up to her with Mrs. Murphy and Mrs. Howser on his arm, Ashley trailing behind them. The new bride shuddered as I spoke all those naughty things into her ear.
"Wave him over and beg him to fuck your naughty pussy like a bridal slut,"
I purred in her ear.
* * *
Scott Brynne
"Okay, I got your reservation," said the concierge. "The honeymoon suite. Congratulations."
"Thanks." I glanced back at my wife Kendra. She was wearing jeans and a cute peasant blouse that fit her figure. The veil draped over her brown hair. It was a long day, and I was eager to get up to the room with her. She was waving to...
A nerdy guy.
He broke away from a group of women. Three of them were old enough to be his mother, a blonde, and black-haired woman with dusky skin, and a redhead. With them was a girl with brown hair who was as young as him. He was a college student or something. He walked right up to my wife who said something to him.
He smiled.
"Just need your ID, sir," the concierge said. "It's paid for, but I have to make sure it's you."
"Right, right," I said, turning away. I pulled my wallet out of my back pocket and fished out my driver's license. I handed that over.
"Okay," the concierge said, typing some stuff in. A printer whirred behind him. "And do you want to use the card on file for incidentals? I will have to put a $100 hold just in case there's any damages or the like."
"Yeah, that's fine," I said, glancing back at my wife.
She was giggling at something the nerd had said. He was standing close to her. Too close.
"If I could just have you initial here and here and sign here," said the man. "That's to acknowledge that no pets or smoking is allowed and that you're aware of that and the rooms all yours."
I initialed both spots, my brow furrowing. I scrawled my signature as the concierge was making the keys. He put two of them into an envelope and wrote a room number on it, telling me which one it was. I took it from him and turned around.
My wife was vanishing into the elevator with the guy and the four women. He pulled her to him and kissed her. My jaw dropped as my wife was eagerly kissing him back. I darted for the elevator as it started to close.
"Kendra!" I gasped.
My wife broke away from the nerd and blew me a kiss. "I'm going to be his bridal slut! Love you, honey!"
The door closed. I stumbled to a halt. I hit the button as the elevator climbed up. I watched it stop on the fifth floor. Another elevator opened. I darted inside. I pushed the fifth floor but nothing happened. I frowned. There was a sensor. Right, right. I pressed the keycard against it.
The twelfth floor lit up. I was in room 1205. The elevator only let me go... to my floor.
I slumped when a voice whispered in my ear,
It's okay to be cucked by a real man. Be honored he's honoring your wife's womb with his seed.
Those words perked me right up.
* * *
Kendra Brynne
I couldn't believe I said those words to my husband after blowing him a kiss, but I did. The nerd's hands were on my ass. He squeezed me while the three older women and the girl watched with these knowing smiles. Two of the women had wedding rings, the blonde and the redhead.
"I don't normally do this," I said as I felt his cock pressing on me through our clothes. He had a big one. "But..."
"You just had to be my bridal slut," he said. "Every woman just wants to be my whore."
"Yes," I breathed before he kissed me.
"I've never cheated on my husband, but he makes me feel so fuckable," the redheaded MILF said.
"I came to get gangbanged by hung college students while pretending to visit my daughter, but..." the MILF with bleached-blonde hair said. "Now I just want Joseph to breed me."
"Mom!" the black-haired girl squeaked. "You are such a slut. You should be lucky I'm sharing Joseph with you."
"Like you get a choice, Ashley," the mother said.
I just shuddered there at the idea of getting bred. It made my pussy so wet. I quivered at the idea, my heart hammering in my chest. I made out with the young man. I mean, he wasn't that much younger than me, but... It was my wedding day, and I wanted his cock in me. I wanted his dick pumping me full of his babies. That sounded so appealing.
I wanted to have his child.
