Stepsister Succubus Ch 08

Stepsister Succubus 8

It was a fun night planned, Marc, Sofia, and Chaney, all going out to see a movie together. It was some cheesy action flick that surely wasn't going to win any awards, but they still enjoyed it.

Afterwards, they went to a fast-food joint near the plaza where Chaney worked, and had a grand time joking, talking, ruminating on future plans regarding college, and of course, talking about their 'other antics'.

Naturally with lowered voices, and Marc would've preferred they kept it in private, but his Girlfriend and his demonic stepsister seemed to enjoy embarrassing him.

"You look cute when you're embarrassed," Chaney had told him. Sofia said the feelings she skimmed off his mind felt like a buzz to her.

"I'm not a party drug," was his flustered reply, but the two girls only chuckled in response.

When they got their greasy meals, they continued to joke and converse, and despite Marc's misgivings about Chaney and Sofia being so blasé in public about what they did with him and one another, even if they were keeping their voices down, he was still smiling and laughing along with them.

Alas, when it came time for them to head home, or elsewhere, Chaney had to disappoint them.

"Sorry Marc. I've got something important in the morning, so I have to get to bed and get up early. Wish I could postpone it, but it's not up to me," she apologised.

"It's fine, babe, no problem," Marrc assured.

Chaney smiled and looked to Sofia.

"It's not like we can have a 'private get together' every week, now," she added, to which Sofia simply smirked.

"Don't worry about me~ And don't worry about Marc, he'll be sure to make it up to you~"

Marc shot his stepsister a lopsided look, but it was Chaney who made him blush.

"Well, since I can't tonight, you'll 'look after him', right girl~?"

"Don't worry about that~"

Marc looked between them incredulously.

"Unbelievable," he murmured.

Chaney giggled and leaned in to kiss him upon the lips, her soft smooch filling Marc with warmth.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Marc," she assured him. "I'll have something special for you~"

She gave him a wink, before giving him a hug and another kiss, before doing the same to Sofia. After, she was off, not too worried to walk alone in the early night.

Alone with his sister, the muted din of night life all around them, he shook his head half-jokingly.

"You're the worst influence on her," he quipped.

"I'm surprised you're still complaining after all this time~" Sofia retorted knowingly. "Not every guy can claim to have what you have~"

"I consider it my lifeline to sanity," he joked.

"Can I sever it~?"

Marc pretended to think on it.

"... no, but you can loosen it from time to time~"

She laughed, and then got a devious smirk on her face. A smirk that told Madden she was about to do just that.

"Now?" he muttered.

"What's wrong, worried you'll get done up for public indecency~?" she teased, grabbing his wrist and leading him away to some nearby public restrooms.

He was familiar with them. This was hardly the first time she'd done things to him in public. Granted, she used illusion charms and other magic to conceal themselves so they wouldn't be interrupted or caught. The subtle thrill, without the same risk.

They were also some of the most consistently clean public toilets around... except one time when Sofia was feeling 'peckish', carted him off for a 'snack'... and promptly chose the stall where someone had clearly eaten too many snacks of their own and couldn't keep it down. Or in the toilet bowl.

She wasn't hungry after that.

But this time, as they quietly slipped into the toilets unseen, the stall was perfectly clean. Just right for what she wanted.

She locked the door behind them, and began to weave her spells, the subtle shimmer of the incorporeal barrier of illusion spreading across the door and the walls of the stall.

There, she turned to Marc, and pinned him against the door, meshing her lips to his own.

He sighed immediately, relaxing in her embrace as her hands slipped beneath his pants and up his shirt. She groped his rump, and traced his spine, fingers prickling with the subtle sparking touch of a drain, barely enough to do much more than tantalise... which it did quite well.

He wasn't idle, his own hands exploring Sofia's body, groping her and holding her waist as she started to rub against him.

He was intimately familiar with her body by now, yet he never got tired of exploring her, even with her tight casual clothes on, those short jeans contrasting with his baggy long pants, and her crop top seeming a bit unfitting for the cooler nights, which had him wearing a long-sleeved beige button up shirt.

Nothing fancy compared to the designer quality of Sofia's attire.

But the tight fit meant he could really feel and explore her curves, moaning into her kiss as it began to sap more from him than her tingling touch.

Her tongue snaked about his own, Marc doing his best to meet the dance as their lips moved and tugged on on another, heads twisting slightly to interrupt and reestablish the seal of their kiss.

He slid a hand up the small of her back, grabbing her waist with a possessive grip.

She was so smooth, so warm... though he did wish he was doing this with Chaney too. He tried to keep those thoughts down, otherwise Sofia might've sensed them and felt a little bad; there was no risk of Sofia stealing him away from Chaney. If anything, she was more likely to worry she was taking too much time away from him and his girlfriend.

It was a bizarre scenario, to say the least.

He focused on the pleasantness before him, not wishing to sour it. He grew hard in his pants, and Sofia took advantage, rubbing a thigh against his crotch with slow, firm motions, nursing his burgeoning erection as wispy lines crept up beneath his shirt collar, flowing up his neck to his lips as Sofia gently fed from him.

He didn't want to feel like he wasn't doing anything, so he slipped a hand down beneath her tight jeans, rubbing first over her panty-clad ass, before slipping beneath those garments too, squeezing and massaging her amazing cheeks in his palms.

Sofia giggled into his mouth, and then pulled away, breaking the kiss and pulling a luminous wisp from his mouth into her own. She licked her lips salaciously, before extricating her hands from beneath his clothes, and wrapped them around his shoulders.

"You like my ass, huh~?" she remarked.

"Why are you asking this question again?" he retorted with a wry smirk. "You know damn well your ass is the finest there is~"

"Mmm, indeed I do... so you'll definitely like this~"

She then stepped back a little, tugging down her pants and her underwear to expose her luxurious hips and succulent rear, and of course, the sex between her incredible thighs.

She was already moist there, but Marc didn't expect he was finding himself inside there in the coming moments.

That'd be later, in more spacious environs.

She then worked away at his belt and pants, and quickly had them down to his ankles, letting his throbbing member bounce free and proud.

She eyed it hungrily, looking like she was resisting the urge to swallow it there and then... but she had other plans.

A few delicate caresses and a gentle, twisting stroke to make sure he was nice and hard, and she stood up again. She stuck out her tongue and let her saliva trickle onto her palm, whereupon she reached around and rubbed her rump slowly and erotically, grinning at him.

And when she turned her back to him, he quickly worked out her intention, his face reddening and his heart racing.

It wasn't a new technique. But it was one that always got him going.

She swayed her rear with a luxurious twisting of her hips, an enticing display to get him ready, looking over her shoulder with a wicked grin.

Then, she shifted backwards, and slotted his cock between her cheeks, pressing firmly so that he could feel a nice squeeze.

He huffed softly, his hands moving to press against the stall door for support, as Sofia started moving.

She rolled her hips, grinding her perfect ass to his cock, her saliva more than sufficient lubrication, thanks to its unnatural qualities when she wanted it.

But it wasn't lubrication quite like the real thing, or her pussy, so the friction was there too, providing a tantalising tug upon his length.

She sighed and pressed a fingertip to her lips erotically, grinning and laughing softly.

He sighed too, feeling precum already beginning to dribble from his tip. Sofia sensed this with each throb, and slid her ass up further, engulfing the head of his cock and smearing that precum into her skin.

It felt wonderful, especially when she started twisting her hips from side to side, changing up the points of pressure he experienced.

It also presented him a wonderful sight, watching the small of her back twist and undulate, how it bent and curved, like a belly dance in slow motion.

And he knew she was going to make him cum like this. She'd done it before. And he expected it to be as amazing as the first time.

She started moving faster, and pressed harder, really squashing her glorious cheeks upon his crotch. And to top it off, he saw the subtle veil of energy around her hips and his groin, as faint lines curled off his mast and flowed over her voluptuous glutes.

He saw how the energy also seemed to concentrate around her spine, the subtlest of of lights beneath the skin crawling along it and just barely outlining her vertebrae before disappearing beneath her crop top.

It was a bizarre, but captivating sight.

Her motions became more pronounced, hips rocking up one side high, and then the other after dropping low, starting to really shake and shimmy her rump against his cock, but she never relented on the pressure.

He groaned in pleasure and rising force in his loins, an orgasm building, aided by her mild drain, but mostly brought on by her efforts. And he knew she could get him to cum all manner of ways without a drain.

She'd done it several times. To prove a point.

More precum dribbled, meaning more lubrication. Which prompted her to move faster as friction became less stimulating.

His eyes moved upwards to glance at Sofia's, her expression one of lust and enjoyment, soft, devious laughs leaving her lips, which twisted into broad, erotic smiles.

The rubbing sound of her skin upon his was subtle, but audible, a testament to how vigorous she was getting.

And sure enough, in the end, she got what she wanted out of him, the moan that issued from his lips more than sufficient to alert anyone just outside the toilets, were it not for Sofia's glamours.

He bucked his hips weakly, but the throbs and pulses of his cock were strong, as were the spurts of cum that erupted from his glans.

Sofia laughed heartily as his seed painted the small of her back and the tops of her rump, his climax prolonged by the collapse of his spiritual barriers, and the intensified effect of her drain thereupon.

She slowed to a standstill, and drew the last dregs from his cock by forcefully pushing against his crotch and his sandwiched manhood with jerking motions, amply cushioned by her cheeks.

She pulled away, and sighed as she brought her hands to trace fingers through the stains of his cum, bringing the residue that clung to her digits to her lips, tasting him.

Marc's cock wasn't quite ready to go down, of course. So she cocked her head and looked at him askance over her shoulder, smirking.

"Now for the real snack~" she crooned. But before she moved to inflict her next erotic act upon him, he watched as the small of her back glowed, and when the light faded, his residue was gone.

She turned and smiled, moving a finger to his lips.

"You can marvel at my demon stuff later~" she teased, gently tracing her fingertip between his lips.

He shifted his head to expel her finger, as much as it made his heart race, so he could speak.

"Hey, I still find myself almost losing my mind that my stepsister fuckbuddy is a literal demon. You're not human, and that's fucking amazing. Chaney thinks so too."

Normally, calling someone 'not human' would've been a cruel insult, but Sofia simply giggled, feeling flattered.

"But don't you want these lips wrapped around your big... juicy... cock~?" she asked, slowing her speech and enunciating the final words with a soft, seductive emphasis.

He gulped, and then nodded.

"Point taken," he conceded. Sofia giggled, and then dropped low, fingertips raking across his chest through his shirt, before he felt her touch upon his exposed hips.

Her breath washed over his erection, more tantalising given the modest amount of lingering moisture from his smeared precum and his ejaculation.

Sofia licked her lips... and then slowly unfurled her tongue to curl it off his frenulum. Then she did it again. And another time, before she started lapping at every inch of his glans, dabbing at different points along the corona and around the top slope. She curled her tongue to hook the tip beneath that sensitive ridge, and softly brushed her lips against his helm.

He sighed as her tongue lathered his length in a film of her cool saliva, slipping down until she was just lightly brushing against his balls, tongue curling and sliding across the underside of his sack, curling the tip to teasingly hook one of his orbs.

He grunted softly, and gently reached with one hand to rake his fingers through her silky hair, the brown locks sliding like fluid between his digits.

Her efforts upon his cock grew more erotic, her lips clasping around his jewels partially... and then, after a few gentle suckles, fully, tongue swirling around his sack and lips tugging upon his jewels tantalisingly, hungrily.

She peered up at him, one of her eyes obscured by his dick resting on her face, but the lust he saw was so incredibly enticing. He was familiar with it, but no less taken by it.

It was easy to see how a man could be so easily charmed, even without magic at play.

She murmured teasingly, vibrations tingling his cock and earning a gasp from him, his balls growing wetter by the moment, thanks to her tugging lips and energetic tongue playing across his jewels without relent.

Eventually, she popped his sack free from her mouth with a firm tug, letting the air in the stall attack his lathered testicles with a cool caress.

Her tongue slid up the underside of his member, and then promptly wrapped around his corona, left and right, before Sofia leaned in to take his tip between her lips, the folds wrapping tightly around his glans as she sucked, hard.

Hard enough he felt her drain intensify a little, sending a pleasurable arc up his spine right to his head. He let out a slightly drunken titter, and earned another thrumming laugh into his manhood, Sofia's eyes locked onto his with that demonic lust and desire.

Her lips hard tugged into a smirk, enjoying his sounds. She wanted more, so she started twisting her head left and right upon his manhood, whilst her tongue polished his helm vigorously.

His hips jerked, precum leaking into her mouth from this specific assault, but he endured as best he could, even as he watched spiralling currents of subtle light twist down his member into her lips.

It tingled maddeningly.

"Fuck me..." he moaned, his eyelids drooping slightly. There was something about her oral that he figured made him more vulnerable than anything else she did.

Her smirk broadened around his tip, and then she pushed her head forward, taking him inch by inch slowly, tongue sliding out past her lips to taste the underside of his cock.

He felt her muscle eventually reach his balls, curling down and then underneath; even without resorting to that irresistible inhuman length and dexterity she could utilise, her tongue was incredible and she knew how to use it in its 'normal' state.

Soon, her lips caught up, wrapping tight around his root, whilst her tongue rubbed and tasted his jewels, slipping back and forth and fanning side to side to make sure she tasted them thoroughly.

Another sigh left Marc's lips, his hand leaving Sofia's head to press back against the door, letting her do her exquisite work. She remained around his root for a while, pleasuring him through the tugging of her lips, the suction she imparted, the waggling of her tongue, and the rippling of her gullet alone. Alongside that mild drain that just added to the stimulation.

Her throat was hot, and clenched around his glans hungrily, and never did she gag. It was surreal and stimulating, but he was all for it, laughing softly at how good it was... before a groan of pleasure was ripped from his mouth, when Sofia began to move her head, bobbing up and down with gradually quickening pace.

His hands balled into fists against the door, watching her work; her lips barely broke the seal around his mast, and her tongue was ceaselessly lapping and darting in and out past her lips, tasting his sides or attacking his glans with an almost violent tongue thrashing.

He could feel pressure building again, ready to give her another load. She sensed this, and started bobbing her head faster, twisting it around so her lips tugged in spiralling fashion, her tongue able to caress and slither across more of his length, though every time she reached his root, it focused on his balls, making sure they remained nice and wet for her.

He moaned loudly now, ever thankful for her magic keeping them concealed from the public. He wondered if he should've gotten Chaney in on this, some freaky three-way in an ostensibly public place.

He'd have to talk to her about it.

His thoughts were ripped away from that back to the incredible oral he was enduring, as that drain began to grow in strength, the brightness of the spiralling eddies that swirled around his length - whenever it wasn't obscured within her mouth - increasing and the current getting faster.

Her drain tingled his core and tantalised his minds, and left all his nerves pleasantly tingly.

He could hear her throating him now, the slick noise and the occasional gulp from her a debauched music to his ears, mixing with his breathy, strained moans.

Even after all this time, after he'd gained some endurance with her, he still had no hope of holding on, gaining no particular resistance to her pleasure.

He groaned loudly and let out an almost whimpering gasp, bucking his hips into Sofia's mouth.

Instead of burying his length deep into her mouth, she instead opted to retreat to his tip, lips clasped just behind his corona, and drink down his seed with a tantalising suction, tongue thrashing his sensitive glans, and her drain growing bright and overwhelming, in order to prolong his climax for an incredible amount of time.

He shuddered with each spurt of cum, egged on by her own satisfied moans of appreciation.

Before, finally, she let go with his last shot of cum, leaving his tip utterly clean of any residue as her lips tightly slid over his helm before contact was broken.

She licked her lips, and the last wisps of energy were drawn into her mouth. She grinned at him, and slowly stood up, pulling his pants up and deftly doing his belt up once more.

"Thanks for the snack~" she said, gently pecking him on the lips. Her tongue snaked into her mouth, and he happily returned the kiss; he couldn't taste himself on her. She could go from dick or pussy or ass, to mouth, and her magic would make it seem like her mouth was ever fresh. Unless, of course, she wanted otherwise.

So he had no qualms indulging her kiss, one last chaser of his energy before she pulled away from him, and gestured with her hands to dispel the magics that concealed them.

"Let's go home, and we'll have the main course~" she said with a gentle brush of his thigh.