The Succubus

Possessed by a demon, Isidore and his mother become lovers and soon will be parents. All characters are at least 18 years old.

The Succubus

Chapter 01

Isidore Germaine was lost. He'd wandered off the main path and into the semi-jungle interior on his in-laws' 50-acre private Bahamian island for at least an hour. It was getting dark, and the sun was slipping below the tree line, casting long shadows as it descended.

The water taxi operator that ferried them warned him and his parents to stay on the main path through the foliage.

In the distance, he saw a dim glow and moved toward it, hoping it was the light from the villa he and his parents were vacationing in. As he drew closer, he realized it was a campfire. He could see a figure squatting by the fire, stirring the embers.

"Hello," he said nervously, "can you help me? I'm lost."

The figure stood slowly and turned toward him. He was stunned to see it was a nude woman, the most beautiful, most voluptuous woman he had ever seen.

"I've been waiting for you," she said in a throaty contralto.

"For me? I don't know you. Do you know my in-laws?"

The woman glided towards him, permeating the air with an irresistible allure. She was a succubus, a demon known for her ability to seduce men and claim their souls. Every movement she made exuded a miasma of raw sexuality, captivating his senses and leaving him powerless to resist.

"I know of young men like you. Young, virile men, full of the seeds of life."

Her hips swayed in a mesmerizing rhythm, a subtle roll that spoke volumes of her seductive prowess. With each step, she commanded attention, drawing his gaze towards her overly large breasts, which swayed in harmony with her movements. It was a sensuality that few men had ever witnessed, a potent combination of beauty, temptation, and danger.

But as captivating as her physicality was, the aura of sensuality that emanated from her truly ensnared him. Her eyes held an unspoken promise, an irresistible invitation to succumb to her charms. He felt an intoxicating mix of desire and fear in her presence, knowing that to give in would mean surrendering his very soul.

As the succubus closed the distance between them, he could no longer resist her allure. When she reached out and cupped his balls and cock in her hand, he knew he was about to embark on a dangerous and seductive journey from which there would be no return.

"I know of the virility you and young men like you."

Despite wanting to run, Isidore was frozen in fear. He stood transfixed as she caressed his cock and balls. A heat emanated from her hand, heat. that stimulated his arousal and hardened his dick.

"What do you want," he asked in a trembling voice.

"I need your cock and your tongue. In return for fucking me and making me pregnant, I will help you achieve your most secret desire."

Her warm hands caressed his body as she undressed him. She knelt before him and took his cock in her mouth. Her eyes glowed with an unholy fire as she sucked his manhood while stroking his shaft with one hand and massaging his balls with the other.

"Please! I'm lost! I need to...!

Isidore groaned as the succubus expertly sucked his cock. He had received and given many blowjobs; however, he never had one given with such skill and intensity. The woman was not just sucking his cock; she was worshipping it!

Copious amounts of saliva escaped her parted lips and cascaded down his erect shaft, creating a slick coating. She took him deep into her throat, heightening his pleasure.

"It's time that I mated, and you will breed me and leave me with child. In return, I'll give you the power to achieve your most secret desire."

Isidore stood with his hands hanging at his side and his hips pumping. The woman grasped his hips, pulling him to her while repeatedly taking his cock down her throat.

The campfire flared, causing flames to dance and flicker. Their light cast an eerie glow upon the trees in the small jungle clearing. The shadows swirled and twisted as if they were alive. Amid this ethereal display, the succubus, a creature of darkness and desire, transformed.

Her once seductive form began to shift as she revealed her true nature. Short horns emerged from her forehead, their sharp points adding a touch of danger to her allure. With each passing moment, her body elongated, a long, curved tail snaking its way into existence. It possessed a strange grace, moving with a mind of its own, hinting at its seductive power.

The transforming succubus exuded an air of unbridled lust. Her eyes glowed with an otherworldly fire, mirroring the flames surrounding her. She stood tall, commanding attention and embodying temptation.

With her transformation complete, the succubus reveled in her altered form. Her horns and tail added an element of danger to her already irresistible allure, a potent combination that would surely captivate any who dared to cross her path. As the shadows continued to dance and the campfire burned, the jungle clearing became a stage for her seductive powers, a realm where desire and darkness intertwined.

Isidore was stunned to realize he was naked, lying on his back beside the roaring fire. The demon stood over him, her vagina engorged and dripping the fluids of her arousal on his face.

He licked her juices from his lips. They were a narcotic, going to his head and releasing his inhibitions. He growled as he reached up, grabbed her hips, and pulled her pussy to his mouth.

"Yes! Yes! Eat me!"

Isidore buried his face in her pussy, probing deep with his tongue; her taste was incredible! She howled like a wild animal when he took her outsized clit in his mouth. He brought all of his cocksucking skills to bear, eagerly sucking it.

The demon's sultry contralto transformed into a feral growl, her voice resonating with raw power and primal energy.

The tantalizing aroma of her arousal wafted through the air, a heady combination of musk and desire. It was the scent that wild female animals emitted when they were in season. It was designed to attract and entrap males.

The succubus ground her pussy on his face, smearing her cunt juices as Isidore licked and drank her essence. The weirdness of the scene and the sensuality of this woman turned demon clouded all reason. He devoured her pussy like a starving man at a feast. His tongue plunged repeatedly into a tunnel so wet and hot he feared it would scorch his tongue.

The succubus' head reared back, and she howled as her orgasm overtook her, and she orgasmed, spraying her ejaculate into Isidore's open mouth. He drank deeply, feeling its power permeate his body.

"I want to fuck you, bitch," Isidore growled.

The woman moved backward until her pussy was above Isidore's rigid cock. Her aim was unerring as she sat on his rigid tool.

"Yes! For tonight I am your bitch, and this will be our child," she snarled.

Her hands rested on his chest as her hips pistoned in a steady rhythm, taking his tool deep in the best pussy Isidore ever had. Despite the strangeness of the scene and the fact that the woman now seemed more animal than human, Isidore leaned up, took one hairy nipple in his mouth, and bit down hard.

Her hands clawed at his chest, drawing blood. Their bodies moved in a synchronized rhythm, driven by a primal desire. Despite the strangeness of the moment, with the woman's transformation into something more animal than human, Isidore's lust was unwavering.

As the moonlight bathed the jungle clearing, casting an ethereal glow upon her, she couldn't contain the primal surge of pleasure that coursed through her veins. She threw her head back and emitted a primal howl, surrendering to the intoxicating sensations that consumed her.

With a devilish intensity burning in her eyes, she intensified her movements, riding Isidore's cock fervently. Every thrust and grind was a testament to her insatiable desire and the power that surged within her.

The succubus was untamed, unapologetic, and entirely in control. The rhythm of their bodies merged, creating a symphony of moans and gasps that echoed through the night.

She reveled in the pleasure, the raw connection between them fueling her relentless pursuit of ecstasy. With each movement, she pushed the boundaries of pleasure, pushing herself and Isidore to the edge of their desires.

In that moment, nothing else mattered. The world outside faded away as their bodies became one, lost in a sea of passion and desire. And as the moon looked on, she rode the waves of pleasure, embracing the freedom and intensity of surrendering to her primal instincts.

He held the nipple in his mouth as he thrust up, burying his tool in the hottest, wettest, and surprisingly the tightest pussy he would ever have.

"I need your sperm," she snarled, her words almost unintelligible. "My pussy will absorb it, and I will be pregnant with our child."

"Oh my God," Isidore screamed.

Despite being shocked that he was fucking a demon, he plunged into her creaming hole without stopping.

The convulsions of her pussy were so strong that they forced him to cum harder than he had ever cum before. A geyser of his potent seed erupted from his cock and filled her womb.

"Yes, fill me up! Make my pussy overflow with your seed."

Isidore's memory blurred as he lost track of time during their passionate encounters. They seamlessly transitioned between positions, exploring every pleasurable angle. She took control, straddling him with a seductive grace before they shifted into a deep, intimate missionary position. Their bodies moved in perfect synchrony, their connection intensifying with each thrust. Finally, she knelt before him, her tail wrapping around him, teasing his anus as he took her from behind in a powerful, primal embrace.

In that moment, time ceased to exist, and their desires became the sole focus of their universe. Her prehensile tail penetrated his starfish, sending spasms of lust coursing through his body. As he fucked her doggie style, she fucked his ass with her tail.

The duel sensations of his dick in her spasming pussy and her tail in his ass was too much for Isidore. He exploded repeatedly, flooding her womb with his life-giving seed.

Later, the chill of the evening air seeped into his bones awakened him. Blinking away his drowsiness, he surveyed his surroundings, only to be met with the sight of the dying embers of the fire he had shared with her. Then, the memory of her last words resurfaced, like whispers carried away by the mist.

"My mate, you have done well. You shall have your fondest desire, your mother."

Isidore looked at his watch; it was a little after 9.00 p.m. He had been gone for several hours. His parents would wonder where he was, especially his overprotective mother, Karissa.

He dressed quickly and rushed through the jungle unerringly toward the villa. He was unmindful of the healing claw marks on his body.

Chapter 02

Karissa glanced up at the clock, noting that it was past 9:00 p.m. and her son hadn't returned from his exploration of the island. The boxes had been unpacked, their contents neatly stowed away. The food they had brought for their stay had been carefully stored in the kitchen.

Worry flickered within her, a mother's instinct urging her to go out and search for him. But she paused, taking a deep breath, reminding herself that her son was a confident young man at 18. Isidore was no longer a child who needed constant supervision.

Karissa, Isidore, and her husband, John, were alone in the villa on the island. They decided to spend time together as a family. The vacation would serve a dual purpose. It was the last time they would vacation as a family since Isidore would leave for college in the Fall. It was also the last chance for her to try to rekindle the lost spark in her marriage.

What if something had happened to him, she thought

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Karissa had wanted a large family. However, her husband's age meant that Isidore was the lone egg in Karissa's nest. Like any mother, she was concerned about the well-being of that egg.

Isidore could hardly see his hand in front of him now; the moon had risen, but the light barely made it through the trees. However, he instinctively knew that he was heading toward the villa.

At 45 years old, Karissa was not a classical beauty. Her nose was larger, her mouth wider, her lips thicker and her eyes set farther apart.

However, Nature had bestowed upon her an insatiable libido, a voluptuous figure, and generously sized breasts that commanded attention from men and women. She exuded a magnetic charm that captivated those around her. Societal norms did not define Karissa's beauty, but her sensuality did.

Her husband John knew this. They'd married just after Karissa left the university to work at the company where John was a manager. Rather than love at first sight, it had been lust at first sight; they couldn't get enough of each other, constantly fucking.

They explored partner swapping and swinging. Their sensuality knew no limits; they shared cocks and pussies in their hedonistic explorations.

However, with John 15 years Karissa's senior, The frequency of their sex sessions decreased.

John's diminishing libido became apparent to him and Karissa five years ago, casting a shadow over their once vibrant sexual relationship. While John grappled with the changes in his desire, Karissa longed for the intimacy they once shared.

To satisfy her needs, Karissa turned to masturbation to find release and connection. She discreetly kept a collection of dildos hidden throughout their home, providing herself with a physical outlet for pleasure as John's desire waned. Though it was not the same as her passionate connection with her husband, it helped ease her need.

Karissa went from the kitchen down the hall into the small living room. Despite her inlaws referring to it as a cabin, the villa was anything but rustic. It was a luxurious retreat with an indoor swimming pool, sauna, and games room. Usually, her inlaws leased it out to groups, but it was the off-season, and John had managed to secure it for free.

The claw marks from the demon had mostly healed when Isidore reached the villa's door. He opened it and entered the kitchen.

Karissa entered the lounge, where John lay asleep on the couch with the television on. It had been a long day with the drive up here, and John wasn't a young man anymore.

"Isidore! Oh! What happened to you," his mother exclaimed as she entered the kitchen.

Her son was leaning against the kitchen door, with dried blood from the scratches on his neck, chest, and hand. The rapidly healing wounds were a testament to the intensity of the sex with the succubus..

"I.....I..was..was attacked, Mom, something attacked me." Isidore stammered.

"Oh! You poor baby." Karissa said as she stepped over to Isidore. "What attacked you, Isidore?"

"I'm not sure," Isidore lied.

He touched his shoulder, recalling the succubus biting him during their affair.

"We better take care of those scratches.....were you bitten?"

"I don't think so."

She took Isidore's hand and led him to the kitchen sink. He trailed behind her, watching her walk. For the first time in his life, he noticed the soft roll of her hips, not as his mother but as a lush, sensual older woman.

He was fascinated with his mother's body. He had gone through his Oedipal phase, where he lusted after his mother. However, that phase ended when he discovered the sexual charms of the opposite sex.

"OK, you'd better take your shirt off, sit here, and let's have a look."

Karissa dragged a stool out from the kitchen table and moved it over in front of the sink; Isidore unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his toned swimmer's chest, and sat on the stool.

"I'm gonna need a first aid kit for this," Karissa said, looking at her son's wounds. "I think I saw one under the sink."

As always, she admired her son's sleek swimmer body. Karissa took an inordinate pride that this issue of her womb had grown into a handsome young man. However, this time, there was an aroma about him that caused her to experience a pervasive warmth in her pussy. It was like but more intense than the fire she used to feel with her husband.

Karissa mentally shook herself. She made up her mind to talk to her spouse about their sexual life—or lack thereof. Turning around, she bent down to search for the first-aid box by opening the cupboard doors beneath the sink.

As his mother bent at the waist, Isidore gazed at his mother's heart-shaped ass. She was dressed in a mid-thigh length summer cotton dress. When she leaned over, the material tightened over her voluptuous ass. Through the thin material, he could see the outline of her underwear.

The dress raised higher to reveal the backs of his mother's plump thighs as she leaned forward to peer into the cabinet.

Isidore's eyes traced the outline of his mom's round ass cheeks through her flowery dress. Drinking the ejaculate of the succubus increased his libido, and his cock got hard as lewd thoughts about his mother entered his mind.

He recalled the many times he stole her soiled panties from the hamper and smelled her essence. He would hold one pair to his nose while he stroked his cock with the other pair. Back then, she seemed to be an unattainable fantasy.

His heart raced. He'd always thought of his mom as an attractive woman. Now, it took monumental restraint to keep him from lifting her dress, ripping her panties off, bending her over the counter, and taking her.

The succubus' ejaculate was altering his pheromones. His nostrils flared as he detected the scent of his mother's repressed libido.

"That's it; I knew I'd find it," Karissa said.

She straightened up, smoothing her dress over her full hips as she turned around to face her son, first-aid kit in hand.

"You're going to be alright, honey. Mommy's going to fix you up."

Isidore smiled weakly, unsuccessfully trying to suppress his lustful thoughts. He had an indistinct memory of the succubus promising him sex with his mother in return for impregnating her.

Karissa ran some water into the sink. She dipped some tissue in the water and washed the dried blood from his scratches; water droplets splashed on his chest, glistening on the hairs on his belly.

Her nostrils flared as she inhaled his scent. She paused, staring at her fit son. He seemed different. He was no longer her sexy son but a sexually exciting man.

"Your first day here, and look what happens."

Karissa didn't want to chastise him; it wasn't his fault he got lost in the jungle. Her sister-in-law had warned her that the jungle was deceptively thick and that it was easy to lose your way.

She found it unsettling to smell something feral when she was this near him. She was drawn to the scent and began to think of her son sexually.

She felt a quivering sensation in her womb as water ran down his neck onto his tight abdominal muscles. In the time before she met and married her husband, many men and a few women had caused that feeling, and she had fucked most of them. This time, her son's altered pheromones were increasing her libido.

Isidore was the school's swimming team captain and an avid exerciser. Karissa could not understand her reaction to his physique.

Isidore grimaced as Karissa bathed his cuts.

"Sorry," Karissa said.

She was seeing her son in a new and disturbing light. She struggled to keep from stroking his hairy, masculine chest.

"That's okay, Mom," Isidore replied.

His mother's neck dress bloused open as she leaned over him to clean the dried blood from his neck. Isidore eyed the swell of his mother's lush breasts barely inches from his face, pushing out of the top of her dress. She wasn't wearing a bra, and her nipples pushed against the material.