- Stories that lead up to this -
- Teenage Succubus
- Teenage Succubus Chapter 2
- The Lexon Experiment
- The Succubus Experiment - The Continuation
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They had both known the instant Jasmine had been taken.
Marks hadn't known how to "sense", but the instant loss of her was easy to recognize when it happened.
He was also starting to get wicked nervous around Jade.
She hadn't spoken a word.
Neither of them had.
They didn't bother checking out of the motel. The clerk didn't seem to mind, especially when the door lock melded inside of it's frame.
They had been to two locations. One where Marks had acquired a nine mil glock.
The other had been a sort of refueling for the both of them.
It had been a sweet couple just arriving at their beautiful home simultaneously from work. He had watched Jade enthrall the man, turning a respectable businessman into a babbling man whore.
His own attempts at enthralling the woman had been spotty. She wholly accepted the sex, but by no means had she gone insta-freak.
There was an accepting partnership between the two succubi.
A partnership of silence.
It wasn't until they were checked into a different hotel that Jade broke the silence.
"The pretty girl, the one at the desk. I need you to feed on her."
"I'm full."
"It's not for you. I'm going to New York to get Rath. My mode of transportation will take a lot out of me."
Marks didn't argue that he didn't have the slightest clue on how to give her power. He didn't do a thing other than just nod in acceptance of the task.
Jade meandered into the bathroom, "We succubi don't have regular sex. I'm sure you've noticed how intense it can become. In you're emotional state you might drain her if I'm not there to stop it. I do not want to come back to a hotel room filled with bodies."
Marks nodded again.
"Are you going to find that gremlin friend of yours?"
Jade leaned out of the bathroom.
"No."
All he saw was a tornado of flame.
And then she vanished.
Jade was gone.
Marks wasn't scared of the residual fire left behind, just shocked by the event. Nevertheless he still rushed to pat out the flames charing the tiled bathroom.
When crisis hits, men don't think. And even if there is a brief bout of emotionalism, when they take action it is with a cold and quiet mind.
That was the state Lexon Marks found himself in.
It gave him an eerily competent amount of control.
When he opened the door to the check in desk in the lobby, he found that someone had already stopped by and fixed the melted lock. Actually, the whole door seemed new. Odd.
Behind the door he found his prey.
A cute little blonde probably just trying to save money for college.
At least she'd be going there with memories.
He approached her.
"Oh hello sir! How may I help..." her voice drifted off, caught in his newfound succubi ability to enthrall. Eyes started graying over before she opened the door to her station. She peeled off cute layers of cotton as she moved, completely accepting what was to come.
The lime green sweater vest was the first thing to go, followed by her skin tight jeans. When she opened the door she backpedaled to the desk, unclasping the matching lime green bra and panties from her petite form. God how those breasts had looked, overflowing their confinement righteously. She didn't bother with her white tennis shoes or the short green socks.
Marks couldn't fathom the reason why his mind automatically compared her to Jaz.
Nor did he care.
It was a reason to think of the tiny angel.
Jasmine had hair like soft snow, pure to the core. This girl's hair was just so... human. Dirty blond locks curled around her heart shaped face. A thin neck melded to compact shoulders.
Breasts nearly twice the size of Jasmine's hung just a little too low on her torso, the thin waist only barely hinting at a flare. Not the impressive hips of a goddess. Her arms and legs were toned, skin tanned and blotted by the sun. Not the smooth, healthy deep copper that Jasmine had.
She was beautiful by anyone's standards.
She just didn't compare.
There were none of the ethereal qualities he wanted. Just... normalcy.
The girl started to speak, to ignorantly ask what he wanted with her body.
Marks shushed her, picked her up and sat her on the counter to face him. Her weight had been slight. Jasmine would have been like a feather.
Her legs parted around his suit clad body.
"Please..." She moaned into his ear.
His hand leaped at her neck, silencing her again. The other held her left breast in hand, the weighty softness of it pleasing to him.
Her fingers furiously undid his belt and slacks while her chest heaved with imprinted need.
"Oh my god, I just.. oh please give me..."
Marks couldn't help but roll his eyes at the teen's impatience. He let her finish plying his clothes away for a more complete contact.
Her vagina was swollen and red. Liquid already leaked a minuscule trail down her plump buttocks hanging off of the counter.
Her most redeeming quality? She had a massive clitoris. The large bud swelled from between her lips.
Marks had already experienced enough sex as a succubi to give credence to Jade's claim of their sex being supernatural, but he had yet to screw a girl with such a potential for orgasm.
She squealed when he pushed the tip of him into her.
Her hands grasped for something, anything to brace upon. The slender back of this girl scraped and writhed against the raised portion of the check in desk.
Eyes rolled back in time with her head when he pushed further in. Her thin stomach contracting sharply to reveal a vague vision of ribs. She expanded outward just as quickly, ballooning in a most inelegant manner.
Bloated then skinny, she struggled to accommodate his cock. Buried to the back of her, she alternated from scraping her nails on various portions of his flesh to her swollen breasts.
Those needy breasts seemed to swell in time with her core. Beading skin quivered with every slow thrust. Her tempting legs struggled to find a way to pull him farther in.
There was no more 'in' to be had. She was well and truly filled. Her skinny stomach expanded not only with her natural breathing, but almost unnaturally by his penetration.
Did Lilith's blessing enhance more than just his interaction with time?
Finally she went slack, liquid oozing inside of her around his throbbing member. Her core fluttered and milked, aching for what he could deliver. Unlike the frenzy of most true orgasms he'd seen, this girl's body went motionless, bombarded by the stimulation they each provided to it.
He felt her life force pour into him.
Mood still unknown he went to pull out, uncaring for his own climax. He had what he came for.
"No!" She screamed and latched her body to his.
Her mid-air hips slapped against his, her expression gaping and panicked.
Marks just held her, allowing her to take control in his arms. Their bodies met continuously, the sounds of slapping flesh and quiet, gurgled screams echoed throughout the moderately sized room.
"My boyfriend, oh my god!" She clasped Marks' head between her hands and pressed her forehead to his. "Please god, fuck me..."Her voice became guttural. "Teach me how to fuck like this with my boyfriend."
Marks ignored the comment. There was no real way to answer it.
He was starting to get amazingly annoyed at her frenzy.
Laying the girl beneath him on the floor he took over, plastering his cock against every millimeter of her womanly flesh. Her back arched up to him, her tennis shoe clad feet giving off screeches of contact with the linoleum floor.
As soon as he came inside of her, he allowed the cum to soak into the soft flesh for barely a moment before un-imbedding himself from her.
More of her life force gladly sacrificed itself to him in return for the pleasurable experience.
She continued on, one hand waving like a disc jockey in a desperate attempt to recover the loss of him. With her other hand she wantonly penetrated herself. The sticky sounds of her hand against her leggy apex replacing his balls filled the room.
