hot cum into her in an orgasm that never seemed to end. He felt the sucking muscles of her vagina milk every last drop of sperm from his balls. Purest rapture fizzed through his veins and crackled across his brain. He lay there and let the pleasure crash through his body.
“He won't suffer,” the succubus whispered softly in his ear.
* * * *
The funeral fucking sucked.
Causes unknown was the final verdict, a mystery that had stumped the medical profession right to the end. Ennis knew the truth though. Even though the others didn't know, he still couldn't bring himself to look them in the eye.
Denise was the worst. She was in floods of tears for the whole ceremony and couldn't stop. When the coffin finally went into the ground she collapsed like a marionette with cut strings and stared into nothing with empty eyes.
She still had that vacant look on her face when her brother helped her into the car afterwards.
Ennis made his excuses and left early.
His succubus was waiting.
* * * *
A good hard sex session would cheer him up, Ennis thought. He walked into the bedroom, wanting to lose himself in the pleasures of her embrace.
She wasn't on the bed; she was behind the door. As he walked in she twisted him around and pushed him, hard, so he fell back onto the bed. She was on top of him in a flash, ripping at his clothes with red fingernails that looked more like claws. She had grown more aggressive over the last few nights, but this was something else, something...feral.
She ripped open his shirt and then turned her attentions to his trousers, pulling them apart so forcefully the button popped.
“Eager?” He tried to sound playful, but couldn't stop a trace of fear from entering his voice.
The succubus looked up at him and hissed, baring fangs Ennis hadn't seen before. A fleshy red tongue, dripping with saliva, tasted the air. Fires burned in the depths of her abyssal black eyes.
She turned her head back to his groin and coiled her thick tongue around his manhood, pulling it into a mouth that boiled with lust. Her sudden change to wild animal terrified Ennis, but he was powerless to stop his body responding to her ministrations. As her muscular tongue wrapped his cock in its coils and squeezed he felt blood surge into his rising erection.
She took him from flaccid to rock hard in a few brief seconds.
Hissing in triumph, she got on top and mounted him. Ennis gasped as he entered her, but there was pain mixed in with the familiar pleasure. She was hot, too hot and her pussy didn't seem quite so soft. He felt her furnace heat as strong muscles gripped his cock in an unyielding vice.
“Easy baby,” he said.
The succubus ignored him. She threw her head back and gave a wild cry as she began to thrust up and down on him harder and faster than she'd ever done before. The friction, and the heat, was starting to hurt Ennis's cock. He was shocked as he felt her tail first probe then force its way inside his ass.
He looked up at a vision of terrible beauty. She clutched heavy breasts with claw-tipped hands as her body moved up and down. Black ichor oozed from her nipples. She wasn't naked. Black leather straps studded with spikes ran under her breasts and across her shoulders: the bondage outfit of the Devil's own slut. Her great bat wings extended from her shoulders and curved around like the hood of a cobra. She stared down at Ennis with burning red eyes.
… something dark and terrible with midnight black wings and eyes that glow like the fires of hell…
Oh God.
“I dismiss you!” he yelled.
She laughed, a sound like venom bubbling into an open wound. She continued to grind her body against his.
Although still in his bedroom, Ennis felt as though his bed was also somewhere else at the same time, as if another image had been superimposed over the top. He thought he sensed a cold, limitless black void stretching away in all directions. He thought he saw the flicker of flames drawing ever closer. He thought he
“He won't suffer,” the succubus whispered softly in his ear.
* * * *
The funeral fucking sucked.
Causes unknown was the final verdict, a mystery that had stumped the medical profession right to the end. Ennis knew the truth though. Even though the others didn't know, he still couldn't bring himself to look them in the eye.
Denise was the worst. She was in floods of tears for the whole ceremony and couldn't stop. When the coffin finally went into the ground she collapsed like a marionette with cut strings and stared into nothing with empty eyes.
She still had that vacant look on her face when her brother helped her into the car afterwards.
Ennis made his excuses and left early.
His succubus was waiting.
* * * *
A good hard sex session would cheer him up, Ennis thought. He walked into the bedroom, wanting to lose himself in the pleasures of her embrace.
She wasn't on the bed; she was behind the door. As he walked in she twisted him around and pushed him, hard, so he fell back onto the bed. She was on top of him in a flash, ripping at his clothes with red fingernails that looked more like claws. She had grown more aggressive over the last few nights, but this was something else, something...feral.
She ripped open his shirt and then turned her attentions to his trousers, pulling them apart so forcefully the button popped.
“Eager?” He tried to sound playful, but couldn't stop a trace of fear from entering his voice.
The succubus looked up at him and hissed, baring fangs Ennis hadn't seen before. A fleshy red tongue, dripping with saliva, tasted the air. Fires burned in the depths of her abyssal black eyes.
She turned her head back to his groin and coiled her thick tongue around his manhood, pulling it into a mouth that boiled with lust. Her sudden change to wild animal terrified Ennis, but he was powerless to stop his body responding to her ministrations. As her muscular tongue wrapped his cock in its coils and squeezed he felt blood surge into his rising erection.
She took him from flaccid to rock hard in a few brief seconds.
Hissing in triumph, she got on top and mounted him. Ennis gasped as he entered her, but there was pain mixed in with the familiar pleasure. She was hot, too hot and her pussy didn't seem quite so soft. He felt her furnace heat as strong muscles gripped his cock in an unyielding vice.
“Easy baby,” he said.
The succubus ignored him. She threw her head back and gave a wild cry as she began to thrust up and down on him harder and faster than she'd ever done before. The friction, and the heat, was starting to hurt Ennis's cock. He was shocked as he felt her tail first probe then force its way inside his ass.
He looked up at a vision of terrible beauty. She clutched heavy breasts with claw-tipped hands as her body moved up and down. Black ichor oozed from her nipples. She wasn't naked. Black leather straps studded with spikes ran under her breasts and across her shoulders: the bondage outfit of the Devil's own slut. Her great bat wings extended from her shoulders and curved around like the hood of a cobra. She stared down at Ennis with burning red eyes.
… something dark and terrible with midnight black wings and eyes that glow like the fires of hell…
Oh God.
“I dismiss you!” he yelled.
She laughed, a sound like venom bubbling into an open wound. She continued to grind her body against his.
Although still in his bedroom, Ennis felt as though his bed was also somewhere else at the same time, as if another image had been superimposed over the top. He thought he sensed a cold, limitless black void stretching away in all directions. He thought he saw the flicker of flames drawing ever closer. He thought he
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