Nicole frowned. "It's not much of a chance. You are quite inexperienced in the arts of lovemaking . . ."
"I'll take it," George said.
Nicole's black eyes glimmered. Her smile became crafty.
"Make me come," she said.
George paused. He didn't know what to say.
"When it comes to a succubus and a human male, the succubus has total control in all matters concerning sex," Nicole said. "As you'd expect of a being who is an absolute personification of carnal desires."
She sat cross-legged next to George. Her tail curled round into her lap. She stared down at the flicking, arrow-pointed tip.
"Unfortunately, the gulf in experience makes it very hard for a succubus to achieve full satisfaction," she said.
Her thumb and forefinger came together in a circle around her tail. She moved her hand up and down in an imitation of masturbation.
"What do I need to do?" George asked.
He felt a lot of trepidation. He had no real experience and he was dealing with an entity that lived off sex. Still, a slim chance was better than no chance at all.
Nicole tapped one clawed finger against her cheek. Her other hand went down between her legs and she ran a black fingernail between the moist folds of her sex.
"Mmm, it's no good with me on top," she mused. "It's against your nature, but you'll need to take the initiative. Be forceful. And work extremely hard. Mmm . . . yes . . . this might give you the best chance."
She hopped up on all fours and faced away from him.
"Come over here," she ordered.
Her tone was sweet but the words slipped right through his ears, hooked talons in his brain and
tugged
. George was on his knees and moving towards her before he even realised.
"Wha-how?" George said in surprise.
"Darling, you should never release your seed in a succubus's cunt. It gives her a degree of control over you."
She looked back at George and gave him a wicked smile. She waggled the lovely peach of her ass.
"I probably should have mentioned that earlier," she said.
Yeah, thanks for the warning, George thought sourly.
"Now come and fuck me." That voice again, jerking his body around on sugar-sweet puppet strings.
Before he was even aware, George was kneeling behind the lush swell of her behind with a hand stroking up and down his erection. Her tail flicked and twitched, exposing the little bud of her anus. George paused. Her tail lifted. The orifice relaxed and opened. The dilations and contractions, the moist lining behind, the hint of deep tight depths, all drew his gaze. A target.
His hand stroked up and down his bulging erection. All he needed to do was push forward.
George did, but at the last moment his hand steered his cock downwards, plunging it into the silken sheath of her vagina instead.
