Who or What?
Sci-Fi & Fantasy Story

Who or What?

by Darwise1 6 min read 4.6 (480 views)
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The succubus sat astride the man with her hands planted on his muscular chest, her long tapered nails digging into his flesh as she rode him with a relentless, inhuman vigor. They were both covered in a sheen of perspiration, and the room was filled with the creaking of the bedframe and the man's desperate moans.

"Yes, my lover," she hissed through clenched teeth. "Just so...just so..." Her hips pistoned her onto the cock that impaled her with incredible ferocity. Her spade-shaped tail snaked around languidly before snaking down to nuzzle against his anus. He clenched instinctively against the intrusion, so the clever tail reared up, allowing itself to be coated in the juices of their union before settling back down to burrow its slickened surface against his hole.

"Ahh," he gasped. The creature bent towards him, her diamond-hard nipples brushing his chest as he pressed her mouth to his, sucking in his tongue. He moaned into her mouth as she penetrated him, simultaneously clenching his blood-engorged cock inside her with velvet lined muscles. His body was afire and she was draining the life from him with every thrust. But he had so much more to give...and she wanted every drop from him, body and soul.

The succubus broke the kiss, a string of saliva connecting their lips as she pulled away. She licked her full lips. This man-thing was delicious! Her eyes, glowing violet embers in the dim room, locked onto his. She could see the life force flickering within him, a tantalizing feast intended on devouring. Still his dark eyes held her own. Defiant.

Her tail pushed deeper, corkscrewing inside him with expert precision, eliciting a guttural groan from the man. His hips bucked involuntarily, driving his cock further into her hungry depths. She threw her head back, her wild midnight-black hair cascading down her arched spine, and let out a feral howl of pleasure.

The air grew thick with the scent of wet sex and sulfur. Shadows danced on the walls, writhing in time with their frenzied coupling. The succubus's wings unfurled, delicate and batlike, stretching out to their full span, the leathery membranes quivering with each thrust of her hips. "Yes...just so. Give in," she purred, her voice a hypnotic melody. "Surrender everything to me."

Their flesh slapped together lewdly, and the force of their coupling threatened the integrity of the bedposts. And the wall. She didn't care, tearing at his flesh and her own as her rapture grew wilder. Her cunt was volcanic, liquid fire engulfing a bar of iron hard flesh that refused to melt. His girth stirred the liquid center of her, driving her close to madness with need and ecstasy. She needed him to come...she couldn't believe it, but she could feel herself being filled to her limits. Something was wrong.

She needed him to come. Now!

"Fool," she managed. Her breathing was ragged, her hips a blur. Little rivulets of blood ran down his chest from where her nails had pierced him. "Fool...give..in...give...me...all..of...it!"

Their nervous systems and magics were hopelessly intertwined now, rising every higher in a terrible vortex of sexual energy and raw power. Somehow, through this impossible storm of dark magic and inescapable, mind-blanking pleasure, he held her eyes with his own. No human could do this.

Somewhere, deep in her belly, an electric tension sparked. "Oh!" she gasped in pure surprise. "Oh...my...gods..." The orgasm was an earthquake. An eruption. A tsunami. Her body convulsed, her back arching impossibly as waves of pleasure crashed through her. Her wings beat frantically, stirring up a whirlwind in the room. Objects flew off shelves, curtains billowed, and the very air seemed to crackle with otherworldly energy.

But even as her climax tore through her, she felt something was terribly wrong. This wasn't supposed to happen. She was the one who brought pleasure, who drained life force. She wasn't meant to lose control like this.

The man beneath her grinned, a predatory glint in his eyes. His hands, previously gripping the sheets, now moved to her hips. With inhuman strength, he held her in place as he thrust upwards, driving deeper into her quivering core.

"What... what are you?" she gasped, her voice trembling.

He didn't bother answering, instead, impossibly, he sat up, taking her breast into his mouth and suckling savagely as he thrust into her, matching her tempo, fucking her right through her cum. Her hands gripped her hips with bruising force.

A cry tore from, a sound both terrifying and beautiful, as her climax peaked. The air crackled with arcane energy, and for a moment, reality itself seemed to warp around them. The man's eyes widened in shock and something else--triumph?--as he felt her inner walls clench and pulse around him.

But even as her orgasm subsided, leaving her trembling and gasping, she realized with growing horror that he hadn't released. His cock remained hard as steel inside her, unyielding. This was impossible. He stood up, still rigid, and set her down gently on her back. He was radiant with golden light and shadow.

After her climax, her demonic form began to slip through her human guise. Her skin shimmered, taking on an otherworldly iridescence. Horns sprouted from her temples, curling back over her writhing mass of hair. Her teeth elongated into razor-sharp points, and her tongue forked like a serpent's.

Still, the man held her gaze, his dark eyes burning with an intensity that both thrilled and terrified her. She could feel his life force pulsing through her, mingling with her own essence. He started fucking her in earnest now. Gods help her.

The succubus lay sprawled beneath him, her limbs quivering with aftershocks as he continued his relentless assault. Each thrust sent new jolts of pleasure coursing through her overstimulated body. She whimpered, a sound so unlike her usual confident purr that it startled even her.

"Who... what are you?" she gasped again, her violet eyes wide with a mixture of fear and awe.

The man--no, the creature--above her smiled, revealing teeth that seemed just a bit too white. "Don't worry about any of that now, my little slut." he growled, his voice deepening to an otherworldly timbre. "Just take this for me." His strokes were the movement of the stars through the sky.

As he spoke, his form began to shift. Golden light danced across his skin, which darkened to a deep bronze. His muscles grew more defined, bulging and rippling with each powerful thrust.

Language was lost to her, so she moaned and babbled incoherently. She felt another orgasm coming, like a powerful current threatening to was her away. "Please..." she whined. "Please..."

He speared her with deep, powerful strokes into her gripping cunt. "Please, what?"

"Please...Daddy...please make me cum."

"Okay," he said simply. "Cum for me now." He pressed his thumb against her anus. "Come with me now, bitch!"

His orgasm blasted into her, triggering her own reality-shattering cum. The shadows, crackling with golden lightning, exploded into her just as his semen exploded in her depths. It was all too much. She screamed one last time and fell into darkness.

When she awoke, she was alone. She felt different. Empty. She sought about for some sign, but found none. But somewhere, in her belly, she could feel a string tugging on her. Without questioning it, she quickly gathered her clothes, dressed and struck out in the direction the invisible leash indicated. She had no idea what had happened, but one thing was clear in her mind, and clear to her body.

She needed to have him again.

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