Ok, so mom and girlfriend got turned into succubi, my brother got fucked to death and I had just been taken to Hell. Technically it wasn't Hell but it's some other dimension with demonic looking people so whatever. The point is, I was pretty fucked.
How did I escape? Did I have some holy lock picks with me or do some Sherlock Holmes shit and really have the upper hand the entire time? No I suspect if I was like Holmes I would have evaded this mess quite handily. No, my solution, my salvation, I didn't quite see coming...
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I lay in the bed chamber of some far away tower. I don't know for how long...time had no meaning here. The only way I knew time was even going forward at all was the fact that more succubi were filling up the place. Some were from the outside world, others I'm quite sure were my "daughters". Sometimes they would visit me. But only three were allowed to ride me. Lisa, my neighbor, Katie, my former girlfriend, and Jean, my mother.
My life had devolved into a series of fuckfests, waking up to one of them riding me and then blacking out. Repeat. Which wouldn't be so bad, all things considered, if I wasn't dying a little from each session. As far as I knew, I had only fathered Lisa and Katie's progeny, allowing them to spread even more of their demonspawn. My mother on the other hand, had gone to earn her "wings". Which is to say, she spent her time turning innocent women from the real world into a monsters like her. Only then, could she do that creepy bat wing stuff that Lisa did.
But now, it seemed her day had come, for my mother stood in the doorway of our chamber, her winged silhouette backlit by powerful red light. She wore some sort of crimson-magenta gown, clinging to her impossible figure, while strange black tattoos curled and snaked around her powerful thighs, twisted around her ripe breasts, all swirling around her sleek curves, emphasizing them as she moved across the room.
The tattoos reminded me of the vaguely Eastern influences I saw in Lisa's apartment, and the longer I looked at them, the more I thought I could see screaming faces in them. Faces of men she had consumed. Her tattoos marked her as a veteran, an apex predator of men. With her long red tresses falling to her thin waist, and her gorgeous face, she looked less and less like the woman who bore me into this world.
She sat down by my side, folding her wings back and idly stroking my cock, giving me that false, sweet smile that I found more unnerving than her actual cruelty. "My sweet son...my last son. It has been too long." she leaned over, letting the luscious orbs of her breasts graze my chest as she kissed me more intently than a mother should. But she wasn't exactly my mother. Not anymore. She sighed, running her hand through my hair, putting a finger underneath my chin. "Lisa and Katie have been hogging you, expanding our coven...I need you, a piece of you, to follow and learn from me, a piece of you that won't be subject to the stealing hours of time..."
The outrageous peaks of her femininity loomed over my face, almost blocking out her own. Her tempting, alabaster globes pressed ever lower, precariously close to smothering me. "I need a daughter, and you will give me one, before your frail mortal shell sails into the shores of eternal midnight."
Her silvery voice tickled my ears, so musical and sweet to listen to if I didn't pay attention to its dark notes. It was an interesting thing, how verbose my mom had become since her change, perhaps using colorful language was a succubus' natural state, although maybe it was just her, Lisa seemed to be overly fond of modern speak.
"Well it's not like I have any choice in the matter..." I could kick and scream, struggle and shake within my restraints, but ultimately I would just be making it more painful for myself. Katie once broke my arms to keep me still, these creatures could not be denied.
"You certainly don't."
"So go ahead, but do me a favor. Just kill me...I'm tired of this slow death."
She paused her massaging of my cock, and gave me a surprisingly thoughtful and considerate look, all feigned of course, her voice full of false love. "No my sweetness, that is not my call to make...just relax...I'll take care of you..."
Her long red fingernails tantalized my chest, raking them down my belly as she let out a low, hungry growl. Her lips were like soft petals, kissing up from my groin, across my stomach, before settling on my mouth, her touch delicate yet loving. I felt the nipples on her soft mounds harden as she flattened them against me, a quiet moan seeping through her lips and into my mouth as the tip of her tongue played with mine.
I could feel the incredible softness of her skin as she laid her face against mine, her hot breath sending delicious tingles across my skin as her lips caressed my ear. "As we were, so shall we be again. We will become one once more, mother and son." She was almost panting with desire, a hot, breathy gasp burning my ear as she peeled her dress apart.
She sat on top of me, and I could only watch as with a quiet ripping sound, her intricate gown gave way to her ample, motherly flesh. The crimson fabric weakened under the pressure of her bountiful chest, as her breasts burst free of their constraints, gigantic and lush, they spilled out into a perfect teardrop shape. She let out a lustful sigh at the unleashing of her endowments, before tearing away the rest of dress.
My mind went blank at the sight of her heaving, succulent breasts. Her ripe mounds and wide, maternal hips marked her as one bursting with demonic fertility. I had to have her, all of her. She slowly brought herself down on top of me, letting her dangling, soft globes skim and drag against my face before pressing her warm body against me once more. She kissed me hard, licking my lips before staring into my eyes.
"I know you want me...I can loosen your restraints if you behave...but only if you're a good boy..." We both let out long sighs as we drank in each other's bodies. I nodded my head in agreement, and was relieved when I felt my wrists become free, allowing me to grope her with abandon. I guess she knew she didn't need me tied up during sex, only before and after, my arousal dominating any thoughts of rebellion.