Succubus

*Oona’s POV*

“Andy, do you want me to touch you?” I hovered, my mouth a few inches from the glans of his penis.

“Ye-yeah.” Andy reached out and gingerly touched his fingers to the back of my head, and that was invitation enough.

I swallowed his cock whole, and he groaned lowly as I started a regular rhythm. I used my hand to work the very base, and occasionally lightly ran my teeth over it.

Soon, his pleasure was coming off of him in thick, scarlet strands, and I absorbed them happily. They were pure; I was making him ecstatic.

I tried working him in a corkscrew fashion with my hand, putting pressure on his frenulum, squeezing the head gently, all manner of tricks. I gauged his response to each and tucked the information away.

Andy’s pleasure turned a deep burgundy and I knew he was approaching his climax, so I increased my tempo, wanted to taste his semen. Andy gritted his teeth and gripped my hair, guiding me for a few seconds before releasing a stream of warm, bittersweet cum into my mouth with a loud groan.

But… I could have sworn his pleasure had briefly turned black as he reached his orgasm. That confused me a bit, as black was characteristic of demons, but it was the sweetest of tart treats that I had ever absorbed from a human.

I licked all of his spend from his genitals and sat back up, his hand still loosely in my hair. The look in his ever-blue eyes said it all: he was totally intoxicated. He closed his eyes and smiled an incredibly wide smile. “Mmmm, Oona…” He laid down on his back and pulled me down alongside him. “You’re really good at that.”

I knew that, but I had put extra effort into it this time. “You liked it?” I rubbed my hand along his chest and neck, through his hair as we talked. He hesitantly caressed my face.

“Yeah.” Andy blushed, and something about this particular man, with his deep, masculine voice, his plethora of tattoos, and his incredible persona, blushing over enjoying the oral sex I had provided him, excited me. I felt my own desire skyrocket, not just to feed to sate hunger, but for my own pleasure. Unusual, but I decided to take it in stride.

I ran my hand down over his narrow hip and pressed my thinly-clad breasts against him. “Would you like me to do it again?” I could feel that Andy was stiffening again against the leg I’d wrapped around him.

He hesitated a moment, breathing heavily, biting his lip, looking at me. His desire was sharpening again, so powerful I could almost feel it penetrating me on its own. Ultimately, he responded roughly. “No, I had something else in mind. Take off your clothes, all of them. I want to see you.”

I stood and undressed, as slowly as I thought he’d let me. I saw his cock was already weeping precum and he had tempered steel in his eyes. I smiled; I couldn’t help it. I’d been waiting for this for years. He was glorious to look at, his desire for me so profound.

“Condoms are in first drawer of the nightstand,” he said hurriedly, pointing, while still staring at me hungrily. What a gentleman! So few humans could keep it together enough to even think of such things, kudos to Andy for being responsible!

“Andy, I can’t get pregnant like human women can, and I can’t transfer human disease. Condoms aren’t necessary. But I appreciate the thought.” He raised his left eyebrow, considering protesting, but I didn’t feel like a debate.

I straddled him, pushing his cock up towards his belly, so that I was merely sitting on top of it and he had not entered me yet. He whimpered as I gyrated a little back and forth over his erection, but I leaned down and kissed him. He was excellent with his lips. I felt his hands on my breasts, squeezing hard. “Oona…” His voice was tortured.

“You want me?” I slid back and forth over his tumescence, letting my nipples glide over his chest. In response, he grabbed my hips with some force and guided me onto him. We both groaned as he found his way inside of me. I felt myself spread and opened sizably, the sensation delicious.

I began a slow, steady rhythm, and Andy was the perfect size and shape. I could feel the ridge of his head, the slight folds of his frenulum, even the veins. He used all of himself to put delectable pressure on every part of me he touched.

I brought Andy deep inside of me, then partially withdrew him, again and again, over and over. I kissed him with true passion, not a common thing for a visit with a human, but he was so good at it, it felt so magnificent. His pleasure came out in deep, scarlet waves, and I absorbed it. Soon my own fiery, black strands were joining his.

Andy was repeatedly hitting my cervix, and so many fine bundles of nerves, I felt like I might actually have an orgasm. That panicked me a little, succubae rarely had orgasms, especially with humans; I didn’t want to lose control of the situation.

Andy seemed to sense that I was close. He grasped my hips and thrust up and into me, faster and urgently. I was very close but still tried desperately to hold back out of fear. I could tell that Andy was close as well, his pleasure had turned a dark burgundy. He grabbed me around the waist with one arm, slamming me with his cock, and started masterfully stroking my clitoris with the long fingers of his other hand. I could no longer resist as the sensuality of his touch overcame me.

In a few moments, three things happened.

Firstly, Andy came inside of me, and his pleasure was a deep black that was completely non-human. The feeling of his semen inside of me, filling me, caused some kind of blinding internal light to flash, the significance of which I would discover later.

Secondly, I realized that Andy was, in fact, absorbing small amounts of my pleasure passively. Not like a normal incubus, but one second it was there, brushing his skin, the next, it was gone.

Third, I had the most universe-shattering orgasm I’d ever had, and I briefly passed out.

Notes

Uh-oh. Non-human?