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Succubus

The sour
smell of fear permeated the living room. Dark spots of indeterminate origin
stained the blue carpet. Blood, she surmised with a delicate sniff. Furniture
lay toppled, shredded or totally demolished on the floor as she picked her way
slowly into the house.

She drew
in a breath looking for another, far more potent smell. A number of cloying
scents tickled her nose like anger and regret, but not that subtle sweetness
she needed desperately. Not this room.

Bypassing
the kitchen, she made her way down the long hallway to the bedrooms. A single
picture of a smiling woman, blonde and beautiful, hung on the wall at an odd
angle that troubled her.
 
She felt a
twinge of sadness for her, but it was pushed down by her desire for her fix. The
house seemed to groan under the pain of recent violent deaths and she played
with fire even being there, but…

There it
was. Her nostrils flared wide as she caught a whiff of her drug of choice.

Lust.

Her heart
beat out a rapid tattoo as she turned into a room. The door was ripped from its
hinges and hung like a broken wing off the frame. Blood, fresh and bright red,
splashed the white walls and curtains in a gruesome pattern. A body – man
or woman; she didn’t know – lay broken like a rag doll on the large
four-poster bed.
 
The amount of
blood painted everything.
 

She
shuddered at the scene before her eyes moved as if pulled to a man in the
middle of the room.

His naked
body was covered in the same blood splashed on the wall. Tall, with heavy
musculature, his body appeared to be sculpted from marble. He was breathtaking,
and she just caught the gasp that threatened to tumble from her lips at the
sight of him. He didn’t acknowledge her presence in the room because his eyes
were focused on the bed, focused on the grotesque spectacle.
 
But she knew; she knew without seeing
his eyes what he was and what he’d done.

That
beautiful body hid the soul of a monster, a demon of the worst kind. But it was
his actions that kept her riveted. His hand fisted around his engorged shaft,
pumping up and down with rapid strokes that she felt in her own body.

On the
upstroke, his thumb brushed over the head of his cock and her clit jerked as though
he touched her.
 
He slid his hand
down, his hips rocking as he gripped himself painfully hard.

The lust
was so strong she leaned against the wall for support. She sucked in the intoxicating
aroma of his desire, filling her soul with the scent. He pulsed with lust; it
surged from his frame as he jacked off to the evidence of his demented rampage.
And like the needy succubus she was, she drank deep, taking every bit of his
murderous lust into herself. It swirled on her tongue, zipped in her blood, and
pulsed hot between her thighs.

She nearly
drowned in it. Her nipples became stiffened points in her bra, her heart
hammering as her breath rushed out in inaudible pants, and her wetness leaked
from her body and soaked her panties to her jeans. It was close her orgasm, so
close that she squeezed her thighs together and pinched a hard nipple in
desperation. She sobbed quietly with the need for it.
 

Suddenly,
he tossed his head back, a roar exploding from his lips as cum shot from his
cock. Spurts of pearly white mixed with the brilliant red on the floor. Just
the heavy rush of spent lost seized her, toppling her over the edge. She
couldn’t stifle her sharp cry as her climax ripped through her body, sending
her to her knees.

Her body
clenched and released as she fought to catch her breath, to see through the
red-hot lust she was swimming in. She needed to focus and get out before he
caught her, but she couldn’t surface.

The pad of
footsteps on carpet reached her ears, but she was too weak to move away. She
knew how this would go, knew from the way his cock filled out the closer he
came.
 
It was the risk she took for
chasing after her high, and she knew the end would come in the form of a demon
such as him. She let her eyes drift shut when he came to a stop in front of
her.

It was as
if in a dream that she felt his fingers sift through her hair.
 
The gesture felt loving and she trembled
from the heat of arousal that spiked through her. His hand tightened just
before he yanked her head back at a sharp angle.
 
Hot tears of pain stung her eyes, but
she met his gaze with as much defiance as she could muster. A malevolent light
glittered in his eyes as he looked down at her; his smile spoke of a promise of
more pain.

His lust flared
once more as he pulled her to her feet, uttering in a silky voice, “Have you
come to play as well, little succubus?”

She didn’t bother
to answer as he pulled her by her hair to the bloodstained bed.
 
He pushed her facedown into the
disarray, and she gasped as the cold liquid squelched on her skin.
 
She fought then, her weakness
diminishing, but his grip shifted to the back of her neck to hold her fast.

“Now, there’s no
need for that.” He cut of her airway with a squeeze and she whimpered. Another
heavy wave of lust brushed across her senses, dazing her into momentary
stillness.
 
His hand loosened around
her neck then. “Much better.”

Her jeans were
stripped from her body, pushing that lust higher he revealed her bare
pussy.
 
She moaned at the feeling,
the overwhelming feeling of his lust for her. He kicked her legs wide, then
wider until she felt spread impossibly wide.

He aligned his
body with hers then, his skin burning hers as he curled around her body.
 
The feel of his cock teasing at her
entrance, so hard and thick, filled her with agonizing passion and fear.
 
Everything about this moment felt so
wrong, but the lust, she drew in the lust like an addict.

The scream that
bubbled in her mind released itself in a pitiful whisper. “No,” she moaned.

“I’m going to
give you exactly what you need.” His teeth bit hard into her ear, drawing
blood. “And then I’m going to enjoy cutting you up and feasting on your
screams.”

She keened like
an animal when he drove himself deeply inside of her, filling her even as he
sucked the life out of her.

When I Say

The heavy
sound of her breathing filled the air. She could feel his eyes on her bare
breasts as they rose and fell, but the orgasm that rippled through her body took
all her focus. His fingers continued to pump slowly inside her quivering pussy,
prolonging the spasms until she couldn’t take it. She pulled at her bonds as he
thrust against her g-spot.

“Stop,”
she whimpered when he teased her sensitive clit. “No more.”

He
chuckled, the sound warm honey on her senses. “Ah, but you don’t really want me
to stop, do you?” He reached up to trace her nipple, painting wetness on her
flesh, making it peak to painful hardness. “Tell me you’re done and mean it and
I’ll untie you right now.”

She pulled
her eyes from his hand playing at her breast to look up at him hovering over
her. His obsidian eyes glittered knowingly, seeing through any feeble protests
she might have offered to the woman underneath that craved his touch. A smile tipped
his lips and she shivered at the feral look on his face.

“That’s
what I thought. This little pussy isn’t ready to quit; not until I say so.” He
grasped the bar running through her nipple and yanked. She arched against her
restraints, moaning helplessly as the pain jolted through her and raced down.
He tugged again and she felt her cunt clench. “Right, pet?”

“Yes!” Her
hips rose, thighs spread wide by the rope, body begging for his. He
smacked her pussy and she raised her hips for another. Every pull at her
nipple, the increasingly hard smacks between her thighs, blended pleasure and
pain into an intoxicating mix. It brought her to the brink with breathtaking
speed.

Her moans
grew so loud that she missed the sound of his pants hitting the floor, the tinkle
of his belt skittering across the floor barely reaching her ears. All she knew
was his hands fondling her, torturing her, holding her at the edge but not
sending her over. “Please, please!” She chanted.

“Keep your
eyes on me,” he demanded in that hard voice.

She felt
the broad head of his cock brush along her slit, teasing her before he slid
home. The slickness of her body allowed her to engulf him in one go. That first
hard thrust toppled her into the abyss and she screamed as she came around him.
He continued his advances, his eyes locked to hers that smile on his face.

“Again,”
he demanded as he retreated and slammed into her just as hard. “We go until I’m
satisfied.” His words were hard and every thrust left her breathless.

She was totally
at his mercy and loved him for it.

In Hand

The air
brushed along her overheated skin, lifting a long line of goose bumps from
shoulder to
knee
.

Swallowing
hard, she tried to relax into the position he’d left her in; bent over the
couch, hands flat on the cushions, standing on tip toe with her ass high in the
air. Her dark hair spilled over on to the cushion on either side of her face,
leaving her back bare.  She was a ball of trembling need before he’d
finished adjusting her legs wide enough apart that the air caressed damp lips.
 He’d told her to wait, his hand brushing the vulnerable curve of her
bottom before he’d disappeared from her side.

The
blindfold took away her sight, forcing her to reach with her other senses to
feel him in the room. She strained to hear over the gentle whoosh of the
fan, her heart thumping in her ears with nervous anticipation. She held the
pose because she knew he watched her even if she couldn’t find him. But God did
she need him.

How long
had it been? That question bounced around in her racing mind.  She
couldn’t help recalling the callouses on his palm as his hand tickled along her
skin moments before, stopping so close to that place she ached without actually
touching her. Need spiked in the pit of her belly as she contemplated how he’d
touch her, use her…

“Let’s see
how well my girl can stay still.” She wanted to turn her head, but remained
still.  Something in his voice warning her not to move.

A light
touch brushed her from shoulder to shoulder and she barely stopped herself from
squirming.  She couldn’t figure out what he touched her with, but she
shivered as it traced slowly along the curve of her back. Holding the position
proved harder than she thought possible as it moved down the crack of her butt
causing her thighs to quiver.  When it stroked the lips of her slit, she
let her feet flatten to the floor and wiggled her hips to receive more of that
sweet sensation.  The tickling touch disappeared and she froze.

“Uh-uh.”
She swallowed at the disappointment that colored his voice. “Only good girls
get a reward. Ass back in the air, now.”

Just a
hint of fear bled into her excitement as he cupped the round flesh of her butt.
 She lifted back up on the balls of her feet, struggling to bring her
ragged breathing back under control as he fluffed, squeezed and patted her. All
she had to do was stay still; her mind tried focusing on that instead of the
way his hands felt on her body. He used his thumbs to part the lips of her
cunt, but before she could even think about moving, his hands left her all
together. She bit her lip to stifle her desperate moan.

Her senses
were so heightened; she could hear the rustle of his clothes as he leaned over
her. She listened to his breath as it passed through his lips before it
whispered over the shell of her ear.  Air caught in her chest as she
waited for him to speak, touch her, or do something to relieve the tension
building.

“I think
you need a reminder of what it means to stay in place.”

The sound
of flesh smacking against flesh resonated in her ears seconds before the sting
bloomed. She gasped as the spot pulsed hot. Before it even dissipated, it
transformed into a pulse between her thighs.

He placed
a staying hand on her back as his toes nudged the underside of her foot. She
lifted back up, ignoring the way her calves tightened. He smoothed a hand over
the spot he struck. “How many will it take, do you think?” She didn’t give an
answer because she knew he wasn’t expecting one.  

More
smacks peppered her ass with hardly a pause between.  His large palm
covered whole patches of skin, leaving little of her ass untouched.  Each
one vibrated up her spine, back down into her belly, successfully
fanning the embers until it became a fire in her body.

Her gasps
and moans filled the room, her pussy throbbed, her breasts felt unbelievably
heavy, and her heart beat out a staccato rhythm.  Ecstasy rose in time to
the steady fall of his hand.

She didn’t
keep track, her thoughts too scattered, as that tension grew tighter in her
belly. She didn’t know how she maintained her pose through it, but she managed
even as she hovered right on the brink of coming.

But then
he stopped.

Her ass
burned like fire, but she cried out for more anyway.  She needed him to
ease the ache. When his hands cupped her again, she released a needy whimper,
his touch sending a mix of pleasure and pain skittering along her nerves.

“Is my
pussy nice and wet?” This time when his thumbs traced along her slit, he hummed
at what he found. “I think I need to reward it for such good behavior.”

One hand moved
lower and she moaned as two thick fingers plunged inside. A few quick thrusts
had her arching her back and spreading her legs wider.

Fingers
moved away, replaced by the head of his cock.  He didn’t plunge
forward like she wanted, only lingered at the mouth of her pussy for a long
moment. She couldn’t take it.

“Please,
please, please,” she begged as her nails dug into her palm.

His hand
came down hard on her flank and she cried out as it morphed into deep pleasure.
She was so close, that need to have him inside, to come around him, driving her
insane.

“Please,
what?” He murmured into her ear.

She drew
in an unsteady breath. “Please, Sir.”

The words
just passed her lips when he slammed home, burying himself deep, forcing a
scream from her lips. He felt good, so good. Splitting her, filling her, and
joining to her.

He
released a long groan as he ground his hips into her. The scrape of
his pubic hair on her abused ass added to her pleasure, almost pushing her over
that edge. “Perfect.”

A hard tug of her
hair brought her head back, and she drifted into heaven as he pounded into her.