Azrie began feeling an almost painful need at about seven that evening. She knew, though wasn't sure how, that another masturbation session was not going to resolve her situation. Not for lack of trying though. When she wandered around the mostly empty town during that day, in an attempt to provide some relief, she went into a dressing room in the mall she was "shopping" in and furiously pleasured herself. Since she was feeling particularly excited, she risked allowing her tail to come out from hiding.
One thing Azrie had managed to learn fairly early in her life was that she could transform the tail. She hadn't known then that she could transform her entire body, but she would focus on the tail making it turn into all kinds of shapes because she was young, and it was fun for her.
Then one day, she was getting ready for a midday snack in the realm, and she discovered that she could make her tail hard, and cylindrical. She also realized since the tail is prehensile that she could wrap it in front of her. The next amazing conclusion that followed, was that she could put the tail into herself.
Azrie still remembers this discovery quite well. Until that point she'd only used her fingers and hands to get herself off, allowing the lust in the air of the Realm to replenish her. Once she penetrated herself though, a whole new world of possibilities opened to her. That first time as she aided her thrusting, cock ended tail, with her fingers, she learned how much more she could eat. While in the realm, at least, the more pleasure she was able to feel the more lust she could consume.
That thought was far from Azrie's mind at the moment though. She transformed her tail into a phallic shape, with a nub on it, to hit her G-Spot when she fucked herself. Right now, having not experienced this need for pleasure before, she made the dick bigger than she ever had previously. Her creation, resting at the opening to her pussy, was at least two Monster Cocks from the porn she watched the night before. Not wanting to call more attention to herself, she couldn't pull out her phone to watch a new video, so she played back the porn from last night in her head.
After rubbing her clit for just a few seconds, she felt her pussy drip onto the cock waiting to penetrate her. Her need to feed was making Azrie more sensitive and susceptible to stimulation, Even for a succubus, her body's reaction to a small amount of rubbing was quick. Feeling she was wet enough, and wanting to hurry to avoid being caught, she slammed her tail into herself. Azrie had to bite her lip to keep her pleasure screams from escaping.
The way it stretched her was new to her, but the feeling of fullness that came with the huge object in her further escalated her arousal. She started thrusting harder and faster into herself. With her middle finger she pulled back her hood exposing her pink pleasure spot. She reached her index finger toward her pussy and lubed it just a little, from the fountain that was growing between her legs. She positioned her finger on her clit, and really started to go to town on her pleasure button.
Every thrust was matched with a stroke of her clit sending shocks through her body causing uncontrolled shudders and gasps. She achieved a rhythm that was only possible because she was in control of all the sources causing her titillation. Being stuffed fuller than she ever had before, dripping pussy juice all through the small changing room, the threat of capture at any moment, pushed Azrie further and further toward the edge of Orgasm Cliff. She could feel that she was a step away. Then just as she was about to crest the peak of her excitement, it all vanished.
She nearly cried in anguish, she never made it to the orgasm which had felt so promising. Instead of relieving her need, she had made it worse. She had been a bullet train flying for the tunnel only to smash into a wall. That was the moment when Azrie learned that she NEEDED to get fucked. Moreso now than before she began. The unexpected edging left a void which now needed to be filled as well. Azrie gathered her things, returned her clothing to its upright and locked position, and exited the changing room and then the mall.
That was Azrie's afternoon and if she was being honest with herself she still felt cheated and angry. Thoughts were rolling around in her mind, wondering if she could no longer achieve orgasm through self-satisfaction. She quickly dismissed this idea as a whole. Partly because, she didn't want to live in a world where she was entirely reliant on others for her pleasure.
It was denial in its purest form, but she also formed another hypothesis. She considered that this may be a function of her body in order to prevent herself from starvation. In her past any orgasm seemed to stay the need for lust, but she was also constantly surrounded by it. She would test this hypothesis once she refueled with human passion. Azrie was now on a warpath, and whatever lucky person she found was going to get anger fucked until she felt better.
Azrie had been noticing a strange smell throughout the day, and thinking it was just the odor of Earth or the city, she had ignored the smell. But now, the scent was heavy and thick in the air, and she couldn't ignore it. Every breath was full of the odor, and each whiff pulled at her. Eventually, Azrie could no longer resist the urge to find the source of the smell, and she followed the scent.
Once she started to track the odor toward its source, she began to feel excited. With every step closer, her mouth seemed to water. Her consciousness was pushed far to the back of her mind, and she seemed to be operating on pure instinct. This caused Azrie to feel like an observer in her own body, all control of her actions surrendered to some unseen driver.
Azrie was hunting, and learning what it felt like to be a predator. She was tracking her prey, salivating more with each step toward her prize. She discovered that the trail led to a dance club. She gathered herself enough to pay the cover and when she walked through the door the smell blinded her nose with its potency. It was everywhere in the club, and it seemed to be emanating from every person present.
She had found a den it seemed, with anything she wanted there for the taking. She began to scan the room looking for an easy target. There would be someone in here who was dragged along by their friends. They wouldn't be dancing, they would be sitting back in a corner trying to hide their boredom.
As her eyes moved along the perimeter of the room, she spotted him. Leaning against the wall with a drink in his hand. He was alone, watching people gyrating against each other on the dance floor. Because his observance was bordering on leering, Azrie assumed he was watching his friends on the dance floor. The why he was there, in that position, didn't matter to Azrie. The fact that he was there, and was targetable, was the extent of concern she applied to his situation.
He was attractive. It was a nice bonus for Azrie, but not at all a requirement. Her nature as a succubus, in general, wouldn't require her to be attracted to her targets, but it helps the meal taste better when it looks good as well. Azrie suspected there would be times when the needs of the partner would supersede Azrie's needs as a succubus. In those cases, she would make herself available, regardless of any physical or mental characteristic.
The man was tall, had dark hair, clearly athletic but not overly muscular. His form only helped to stoke the flame she already felt. She could taste him on the air, and she began to stalk. Azrie's focus dialed in on the man, and the other people present faded into a dull blurry background. Her prey was within reach, and so long as she didn't spook him, she would feel him filling her needs soon. Azrie felt herself regain a modicum of control over herself to allow her higher functioning to take over the capture.
She sat herself at the bar near to him, but not so close that he might suspect something. Her goal was to get him to think that it was his decision and actions which led to whatever outcome awaited her. She began the act.
Azrie looked around helplessly like she was looking for someone, in an attempt to receive help from the man. After a few moments of no one arriving to meet her, and not attracting the attention of her target, she dropped that act. 'In hindsight,' she thought, 'it was a bad plan. Implying someone was coming to meet her put up a wall between us.' Azrie decided to change tactics and use her naturally appealing physique to gain the attention she sought.
She purposely dropped her phone on the floor and leaned over to pick it up. She planned the lean, which was more of a fold at her hips, so he could see how flexible she was. This also gave him a birds eye view down her shirt as she came back up with the phone. The maneuver showed the depth of her cleavage, and gave any onlooker a picture of her breasts, which only needed a minute amount of imagination to see their glory.
She got a nibble on her line when she came back up, Azrie noticed him looking at her. She flashed him a smile appearing to be oblivious to the show she just performed for him. Now she needed to wait. He should be over any minute to talk her up. And, she waited. Azrie waited for almost half an hour feeling his gaze on her backside. She let her skirt ride up her thigh exposing glimpses of the lingerie she was wearing beneath her clothes. At this point, she could hear his heart beating, and it was beginning to beat faster.
Why was he not coming to her? Azrie could sense his arousal growing for her. She felt his desire to make a move, but he seemed paralyzed. Getting impatient, and driven by her own growing need, she decided she needed to make a bigger move.
Azrie casually went to the bathroom, careful to walk past him. She swayed her ass in a way that he couldn't not look at it. She knew he was attracted to her; she can smell the sweet musky odor of his lust coming from him. The clouding of the distractions of everyone else in the club allowed her to focus her newly discovered senses toward him. Every sensation was so strong for her now.
Azrie was driven by the need that she felt. It was controlling her to a degree that made her a little uncomfortable. It was telling her what she needed to do. Beneath her conscious thoughts, she felt her animalistic need, which had brought her to this club, to get a dick in her. No, that wasn't right, not any dick, his dick. Azrie realized that she was discovering her instinct. She had a fleeting thought that the other lecherous were all born with this. For her it appeared to be awakening one step at a time.
When she entered the bathroom Azrie went into a stall. She didn't need to use the restroom, and she wasn't quite sure why she actually completed the trip after she had shown him her assets. She suddenly found herself removing her tiny G-string, not sure why she held the panties in her hand. She was on autopilot again, as her lower self took control of the next attempt to gain his attention.
She flushed the toilet and went to the mirror to check herself. She applied some more lipstick making her lips look like her swollen, flushed pussy lips. The display suggested her lips were aching to be sucked on. It was true though, blood had been flowing to her pussy in response to her arousal. She could feel the desire to be touched by this man growing between her legs.
