Jasonâs mind started working again, and his sense of touch was the first sense to return to him.
A thick, heavy object covered his body; and it held him to the cushioned surface that he was lying on. His head was slightly propped up by another soft cushioned object. His ears were slightly covered by the object his head was sunken into. The area was completely warm and soothing, and Jason quickly understood he was in a bed.
His ears were barely able to pick up some muffled sounds through the pillow that he had sunk into. He couldnât distinguish what the sound exactly was, but it sounded very familiar. His mind tried to focus on the sounds and decide what it was he was hearing.
Those were the sounds of men in the throes of complete ecstasy and pain at the same time. He could hear an occasional slight yelp of pain between the loud moans of passion. Jason noticed that some of those moans sounded feminine, as well.
His mind started working faster. Jasonâs heart raced, wishing that he could feel the heat and passion that was pleasing the men he could hear. But that wish was short lived, when two blood curdling screams pierced their way through the pillow and past his eardrums.
Jason suddenly remembered his night of passion with the blonde succubus with slithering limbs and the raven-haired succubus who he drank from. At the thought, his cock jumped to life, even though his brain was screaming for Jason to jump out of the bed, and flee for his life.
Instead, Jason lay in his comfortable bed, feeling the satin sheets caress his engorged member, as it grew longer. He reveled in the sensations that the sheets gave him, as he remembered the gorgeous blonde wrapping her legs around his while riding his cock.
Jason then slowly sat up, wanting to find his blonde bombshell, see if he could get her back into the bed, or anywhere else she wanted to be, and fuck her until he passed out again. His mind had truly lost the battle with his cockâs smaller head.
He slid to the side of the bed and put his feet on the smooth carpet. Standing gingerly, Jason waited to make sure his balance was working and then began to move away from the wanton feel of the warm and embracing satin sheets. He strolled to the bathroom just off his bedroom and sat on the toilet.
Like any normal man, he thought to himself, first I need to drain my bladder before finding those two sexual demons. He didnât want to piss them off by pissing on them.
With some effort, he was able to force his erection to point into the right direction and piss in the toilet. He knew he was being lazy by sitting on the toilet, but he wasnât sure if his strength was going to last to long. He seemed to be a little weak from the last time that the women had played with their toy.
As the urine was striking the inside of the bowl and running down into the water, Jason listened for more sounds of the earlier sexual interlude, but could no longer hear any noise, other than the sound of his own piss hitting the porcelain.
When he had stopped urinating, Jason listened more closely and could distinguish a chanting noise coming from outside his room, somewhere down the hallway. He slowly stood up, barely noticing that his erection was now gone. He was now more focused on the chanting, and finding out what it was all about.
He walked out of the bathroom and past his bed, again taking a longing look at the warm sheets. He kept his resolve and crept to the doorway and peered into the hallway. He noticed that the door to his ritual chamber was closed and the chanting seemed to be coming from behind it.
Jason walked through the hallway, as light on his feet as possible. He didnât want to disturb the ritual that had to be taking place inside, but his curiosity was getting the better of him. As he reached the door, Jason noticed movement in the living room and turned to face it.
His beautiful blonde, Julie, turned the corner, her body screaming sex, her movements tempting him, even when she didnât seem to move at all. That was when Jason noticed that her hair was moving, almost slithering, on her shoulders. It caressed her shoulders as it slid around her neck, and down to her breast.
Tiny strands seemed to wrap and tighten around her nipples, while large groups of them wrapped around the entire breast. Jason became mesmerized by the moving hair and didnât even notice her walking toward him, not until her hands reached his out and snaked around his neck.
The arms pulled him into a sensual embrace that caused his cock to spring to life, pushing just barely against her pussyâs moist lips. Julieâs mouth moved to Jasonâs ear and she breathed deeply next to it, almost an orgasmic sigh of relief.
âWould you like to see the Mistress, Master?â Julie asked him.
Jason nodded, since he found it very hard to speak due to the insatiable urge to drag this woman to the ground and slide his cock inside her heat.
âThen enter her chamber, Master,â Julie said, and she released him from the embrace, and opened the door.
The first thing that Jason noticed in the room was the extreme heat that emanated from the open door. He hadnât felt that heat coming through the door, but it was nearly overwhelming once it was opened.
The second thing Jason noticed was that there were three women in the room, the original succubus was in the middle, giving Jason a profile view of her left side, her bat-like wings out stretched in their full glory. To the original succubus left and showing Jason her backside, was a red-haired, petite beauty. The third woman was on the succubus right. She was black, and Jason could tell from her beauty that she had been changed like Julie.
This meant that there were now four succubi in Jasonâs home and he didnât know how he was going to be able to handle that many. Just two succubi were nearly more than he could handle to begin with.
The door swung open further and Jason saw that the three succubi were facing the mattress inside the pentagram. On the mattress lay two nude prone bodies of men, both of which seemed to look like they had been left in the desert sun for a couple of decades. He knew instantly that the succubi had fed off these men and that his fate would be the same, if he didnât play his cards right.
Jason watched the two bodies on the bed as the succubus continued her chant. Slowly, form began to take shape in the skin again, their faces filled out, along with their chests and arms. The red-haired woman blocked the rest of their bodies.
He continued watching as their heads moved a little as life was brought back into the bodies of the two men and Jason noticed that their skin was also black. One of them was a tall young man, very lean and very much in shape. The other man was large, but his body fat was very well placed, making him look like a football player in the pros.
Jason watched as the men sat up and could no longer see them, until they stood up. Both men stared at the head succubus, who had stopped her chanting.
