A Succubus For Christmas (4 page)

“'The seed which you take from me and enough of my life force that can be replenished with no further damage to both my body and soul.'

“'I can take them anyway, but it is so much more pleasurable when they are freely offered.' She stood up out of her chair. 'Any conditions before we begin?'

“I began to recite the Masterton Covenant. It is a series of statements that forbid the demon from inflicting any lasting damage on the bargainer's mind, soul or body either now or in revenge at any time in the future. All of them are written not in words but pure, unambiguous mathematical logic.”

The man turns with an impish expression on his face.

“It can take a long time to recite.

“The succubus at first looked amused, then puzzled and then finally blank. This is the point when you can see them thinking, running their mind along the hard lines and angles of logic in search of a weak point or a flaw they can use to turn the bargain in their favour. Eventually she hissed in anger when she realised there was none, but it was useless. As I've told you already, they are compelled to accept our contracts even if the terms are bad for them.

“'Very clever, little human,' she said, her face now cold and aloof. 'I will give you your night of pleasure and return you, whole and intact, to your place of origin.'

“It had worked. Smiling cockily I beckoned to her bed. 'Shall we begin,' I said, brimming with brashness.

“She moved faster than I could react and was far far stronger than her slim form suggested. I was a big man back then, not this withered shell you see now, and she lifted me up and threw me down onto her bed as if I was nothing more than a doll. Within a flash she was astride me and her sharp black claws had ripped away my clothes. Her ferocity caught me off guard and I was gripped by a real fear. What if I had been wrong?

“'Your bargain will preserve your life, but do not presume you can give orders to a succubus on her own bed,' she said.

“She leaned forward and arched her back until her erect nipples rubbed against my chest. She pressed her full breasts against my body and slowly dragged them down so my cock gently rested between their soft globes.

“'I will give you pleasures such as no man has ever experienced and survived, but it will be pleasures of my choosing. I am mistress here.'

“She rubbed her soft breasts against my dick, but I was still disorientated from the shock of her sudden change from ferocious animal to wanton seductress. That and the long recital of the Masterton Covenant had meant my erection had receded to limpness.

“She opened her mouth wide and leaned down. I thought she meant to take me between her lips to bring my cock to hardness. Instead she stopped and breathed, or maybe vomited is a better word, thick reddish-black fumes over my flaccid member.

“The effect was instantaneous. My cock instantly sprang to attention, jerking upright as it was bathed in the foul, but ever so warm emissions. She continued to expel the stream until my erection was rock hard to the point of being painful.

“'Mmm, maybe not such a little human,' she purred. Still with her hands on my chest to hold me down she moved forward until her crotch was directly above my erect cock. I saw her tail for the first time–long and sinuous and ending in a forked point.

“Above me the lips of her pussy opened and closed, eager to swallow my cock. The motion was both arousing and disgusting at the same time. She smiled and her body gave a little shudder. Then her pussy lips gaped again and I saw the insides were slathered in a thick black ooze. Her lubrication, I realised. She descended then in a smooth motion that engulfed my cock right up to the hilt.

“No words can do justice to the pleasure I felt as my cock slid up into her tight, well lubricated vagina. It was warm, soft and coated with thick sticky juices that tingled against the skin of my member.

“Then she began the slow upward stroke as she lifted herself off me. The walls of her vagina pulled at my cock with soft slurping sounds, as reluctant to let it go as I was to feel it leave. She lifted herself up until the lips of her cunt kissed the tip of my cock before burying me deep inside her with another slick downward stroke. Slowly, she lifted herself all the way off again, her pussy slurping at my cock all the way.

“The first stroke was heavenly. The second set all the nerves of my body jangling in ecstasy. By the third I was moaning incoherently. On the fourth my crotch was twitching forward in involuntary spasms. She descended for the fifth stroke and held herself there, my cock completely engulfed by her warm pussy.

“'It's time for you to feed me your seed, little human,' the succubus smiled hungrily. She moaned as she reached up to fondle her heavy breasts.

“The orgasm started in my feet and crashed upwards through my body in a wave. The succubus gripped me tight between her legs and rode me as my body thrashed and bucked uncontrollably. I heard her laughing in wild abandon as I ejaculated powerfully into her tight pussy. Powerful muscle contractions sucked my semen deep into her body.

“Spent and bathed in sweat I lay back on the bed and tried to recover my breath as the aftershocks of the most powerful orgasm I'd ever experienced crashed through my body. The succubus still sat astride me, her body covered in a sheen of fragrant sweat. Smiling she put her hands on either side of my face and leaned forward until the deep black pools of her eyes were staring into mine.

“'You can't be finished so soon, we have all night before us,' she whispered. 'Here, let me help you.'

“She sat back up with my slowly softening cock still buried deep inside her. She fondled her breasts and moaned, her eyes closed in bliss. Her body gave a little shudder. I felt her vagina convulse and then my cock was flooded with a cool, oily liquid.

“The coolness was a shock at first, but then a tingling warmth spread through my member. Her vagina convulsed again, pumping more of the tingling liquid around my cock. Her expert vaginal muscles began to skilfully massage and rub the oil into it. The sensation was highly pleasant and I felt another erection build, larger and harder than before.

“With my dick back to full hardness she began to move up and down its length again, moaning in pleasure. The strokes came faster this time and I watched her pendulous breasts bounce as she rode my dick. Again she paused to grip me tight as I came again and I felt her powerful vaginal muscles draw more of my seed deep within her.

“After spending another load I once again felt her vaginal muscles convulse and then massage more of her cool oil into my softening erection. Again my cock responded and returned to full hardness, ready to go again.

“I saw then how a succubus drains her prey. Like how the anticoagulant in the saliva of a vampire bat prevents blood from clotting, her vaginal juices would prevent my cock from ever becoming soft. Her victim would keep pumping load after load of semen into her until they expired.

“'You are lucky, little human,' the succubus said, her face hard. 'You will experience what it feels like to be drained by a succubus and still keep your life. The terms of the contract prevent me from draining you completely, but I intend to take full payment of seed from your body.'

“She started to move up and down on my cock again and I was amazed to feel the stirrings of a third orgasm.

“'I will take every orgasm from you apart from the one that would kill you,' the succubus whispered, her body moving up and down to stroke my cock into another moment of perfect ecstasy. 'Enjoy your night of pleasure, little human.'

“I could only grunt in reply as another orgasm was sucked deep into her warm body.

“I think I came another three or four times before my balls ran dry. My body felt like a wreck. All of my nerves were jangling and misfiring like a shattered pane of glass. The succubus still hadn't finished. Her body was indefatigable, she had ridden me constantly for hours and showed no signs of tiredness and she still had more tricks to play…

“As I lay gasping from the last orgasm, more spent than any man could possibly be, she leant over me and I felt her lips brush against mine. I didn't respond at first, so tired was I, but her soft lips were so insistent I eventually gave into her kiss. My mouth opened and as it did she gripped the sides of my head, locked her lips around mine and breathed…

“Her hot breath surged through my body like wildfire. I felt it flood through my lungs and then into my blood. As it passed through my body it picked up the loose parts of my being and deposited them into my balls like so much flotsam and jetsam. I felt my sac swell and tighten as my muscles weakened and wasted.

“'There is still more night to go,' the succubus whispered. She rode my shattered body to another shuddering orgasm.

“Three more orgasms and I thought the Masterton Covenant had failed, that I was about to die. Worse. I wanted it to fail. I was fearful that this would be the orgasm the succubus stopped at. I didn't want this pleasure to end. I wanted her to take me all the way to the last orgasm, the one that would kill me.

“I was now so weak I couldn't move at all. My vision was hazy, I had no feeling in either my fingers or toes and my body felt desperately cold. I must have murmured about the chill because the succubus lay across me, warming me with her body. She put her arms around me and I felt her soft breasts against my chest as she embraced me. Her lips locked with mine and she breathed warm air into my icy lungs. Gently she lifted me up as she unfurled her wings and tenderly wrapped them around both of our bodies.

“I've seen this since. It's the death embrace, when a succubus wraps her wings around her victim to suck the last dregs from their body.

“There was no violent motion now, just the soft, slow sensation of her vaginal muscles gently milking my cock. Held like this in her death embrace, I felt her skilful pussy coax another two orgasms from me before darkness began to close in.

“The last I heard was the succubus's soft whispering in my ear. 'Your bargain forbids me from continuing any further and I cannot track you down later, but this night of pleasure will haunt you for the rest of your life. You will remember it and your body will crave it and one day you will seek me out and beg me to take you to that final moment of pleasure. Sleep well little human, I shall see you again soon.'

“I woke up in my bed and stayed there for three days while my body recovered. The Covenant held though. I received no permanent damage from my encounter with the succubus.

“I guess that's all you care about. That the Covenant will keep you safe. That it's possible to fuck a succubus and live.”

The man stares mournfully into the fire.

“They all go back you know. Of their own choice. The Covenant can't protect us from ourselves. She knew this. That's why she spared me the second time, left me with the tiniest flicker of life just so I could tell this story.

Bubble Bath

Robert Bentley turned on the taps and looked at the small clear plastic packet.

Oh well, might as well give it a go, he thought. He emptied the contents into the bath.

* * * *

Bentley hadn't really gone into the New Age shop with the intention of buying anything. He just wanted to get a closer look at the hot shopkeeper he'd seen through the window. All he'd seen was a glimpse of pale skin and cascading black curls, but it had caused his heart to jump. Curious, and with a little bit of time to kill, he'd walked in to get a closer look.

The small premises were on the corner on the way to the bus station. It used to be an adult book store with dirty boarded up windows. The new owners had replaced the wooden boards with clean glass windows. The interior was still cramped, but the windows helped give it the illusion of air and space.

As Bentley walked through the door a small bell tinkled above his head. He shuddered at the sound; it brought back memories of stepping on squeaky floorboards when returning too late from some party or other when he'd been a teen. He hadn't wanted to attract any attention to himself. Fortunately, the shopkeeper was busy at the counter with a Miss Marple look-alike.

Bentley didn't really recognise anything in the shop. There were things that looked like incense sticks, brightly coloured balls that could have been candles or bath soap, various vials of different liquids, and crystals, lots and lots of crystals. Worthless New Age crap basically. He pretended to browse while surreptitiously checking out the girl behind the counter.

Yeah, she was hot, but also with a wacky streak. Her pale face had the classic beauty of a porcelain doll, but enough warmth shone from her cheeks to give her an approachable air. Her black hair fell back across her shoulders in waves of glossy curls. The wackiness came from her clothes. She wore an old fashioned black velvet bodice–like something out of a period drama–and a ring of large wooden beads around her elegant neck.

Oops. She turned and looked in his direction just as Bentley was ogling the lush valley of her cleavage. That was awkward, he thought, looking away. He pretended to busy himself with the shelves of glittering crystals. He was still looking into a glass cabinet when a smiling face, framed with glossy black curls, came into view on the other side.

“Hello, can I help you?” she smiled. Her eyes were hazel and sparkled as brightly as the crystals surrounding them.

“Uh, just browsing,” he said. He realised he was staring into the chasm of her cleavage again and she could see he was staring into the chasm of her cleavage again and hurriedly looked away.