If I cannot move heaven, I will raise hell - Virgil's Aeneid
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Jack stirred in his sleep. He felt like he was having a wet dream, a not uncommon event for an eighteen year old who had not yet had the pleasures of relations with the opposite sex. Suddenly a burning heat enveloped his loins, filling him with a pleasurable sensation unlike any he had known.
His eyes flew open.
To his shock, he was completely nude in his bed, the sheets thrown carelessly on the floor. To further complicate matters, he didn't appear to be alone. Astride his fully erect cock, there was a creature.
Yes, a creature unlike any he had seen outside of a comic book or video game. He tried to move, but couldn't, so he fought against the feelings from his groin and tried to examine the feminine form that was plunging onto his erection at a furious pace.
Her skin was the shade of the color of the sky at the point when night first begins to give way to day. The hair that he could feel occasionally tickling his sack was the color of midnight during the new moon, with two small horns poking through it near the apex of her scalp. Her full
breasts bounced in time with her movements, capped by turgid nipples surrounded by an areola of skin slightly darker than the rest of her.
His eyes glanced to his chest, where he could see her rubbing slow circles with the talon tips of her fingers around the flesh near his. He let his eyes travel back up her form to her face. The creature's eyes were closed in passion as she swayed atop him, but her face seemed both alien and beautiful at the same time. Behind her head, two large bat-like wings lay slightly folded.
Jack felt that, if the situation wasn't so surreal, he could spend eternity staring at her riding him with her satiny velvet pussy. He suddenly realized that eternity might be a moot point, as his beleaguered brain finally placed a name on the monstrous being having her way with his body.
Succubus.
A demon rumored to trade her favors for the soul gifted unto the non-living clay of man in the beginning.
"This can't be real", Jack thought, "I haven't done anything to warrant this, have I?"
Two warring trains of thought began to race against one another to a rapidly nearing finish line. One was that he was getting extremely close to cumming inside this unknown demon, which by all tales he could recall meant his death was soon to follow. The other was to quit trying to fight and enjoy the pleasure while he still could. Before he could make a final decision, the girl-like form on him slowed, then came to a dead stop.
"Oh fuck me, you can't be awake!"
The voice, for some unfathomable reason, was not only melodic in tone but carried a vaguely British accent. Jack pondered how a demon from Hell could have an accent, let alone one that sounded like the Queen's English. He tried again to reach up, to make sure that the being was real and not some crazy lucid dream.
Unfortunately, his hand shot directly up to her right tit, with unexpected force. Whatever magic she had been using to control his movement seemed to be on hold as she sat on his still hard dick, looking stunned.
"Oi, wot the fack are you on about, mate?" she said as she grabbed her breast in apparent pain.
Her accent went from cultured to a female version of Jason Statham as she rocked about. Jason couldn't help himself and he giggled at the spectacle, forgetting for the moment his previously dire situation. He stopped abruptly when her other clawed hand grabbed his throat.
"I ain't got a clue 'ow yer awake, but I ought ta mur'er you. No matter 'ow facking fit you are!"
She seemed to take a breath and leaned back a bit, unintentionally impaling herself a bit more on his erection.
"Oi, but 'at's a noice bit of cock you 'ave."
Jack felt the talon slowly lighten its grip on his throat as the succubus began to rock on him again, picking up speed and force, slamming down on his meat hard enough to shake the bed frame as if it was going to come apart. His hand was still on her firm breast and despite his predicament, he couldn't resist slowly massaging it with his hand, tweaking the nipple until it became rock hard again.
"MMMmmm, I could get used to that, lover."
She removed her hand from his neck and covered his, guiding it about on her nipple, showing him the way she wanted him to caress it. She seemed to be back in control, or at least her accent had reverted back to its former elegance.
A smile appeared on her lips as she glanced down at him; he noticed that her canines were slightly sharper than her other teeth, but other than that it looked like the smile of any normal girl. The few that he had seen directed his way, in any case. Jack also noticed that her eyes looked mostly human as well, the only difference being that the irises were a luminescent purple that almost seemed to glow in his dimly lit room.
Jack, fully awake now, was awash in sensation. He had never felt anything like the velvet glove that seemed to be milking his cock to explode, her demonic pussy was beyond his comparison. Jack knew his hand, previously his only method of pleasure, now certainly seemed such a poor substitute to plunging deep into a steaming pussy like the one it was in now.
His earlier thought to fight melted away, and he innocently looked into her eyes. "It won't hurt will it", he stammered, "Yyyou know, when you take my soul?"
