Succubus

*Oona’s POV*

I was so taken off-guard, I almost lost control of my thoughts. It was a crude seduction spell made of raw power, Andy probably didn't even know he had done it. I wasn't sure what to do, and before I had made a plan Andy's fingers were inside of me and his lips were hot on mine. He had won, I was powerless to stop his onslaught, I loved him and I wanted this so badly.

We kissed softly as he touched me slowly, going deep and pushing persistently on my nerves. I moaned, and reached for his erection. It was glorious; I grasped it at the base and began pumping it languidly. Andy's attentions became more fervent, and pleasure started coming off of both of us. It felt too wonderful for me to care; I drank his scarlet ecstasy in as he groaned, taking in my own fiery, black waves.

Impatient, Andy pulled his hand from between my thighs and straddled me, roughly pulling my dress over my head. I arched my back to help him. My mind was clouded with desire for him; I'd never felt such a profound lust. My sex ached. His wicked, little spell kept all rational thought at bay.

Our eyes met, and I felt that love feeling. I knew better than to say it, but his blue, electric irises burned so profoundly I flew helplessly to their flame.

And then something happened that had not happened to me before with a human. Andy removed my panties. I spread my legs, eagerly anticipating his length inside of me.

Instead, he disappeared, and then I felt his lips on my sex. I gasped. Such an intimate act; humans were never interested in pleasuring succubae, not when they were not receiving anything in return. It felt amazing, and then I felt Andy enter me with his fingers.

I couldn’t help it, I moaned loudly. He increased his efforts, whatever he was doing. Soon I was a mess; I held onto his thick, soft hair with one hand, and gripped the pillow with the other. I was panting. "Andy, fuck!"

I felt, again, the danger of an orgasm approaching. I was giving off thick, wild, black strands of pleasure. My hips bucked and I lost control of my thoughts. Andy's fingers pumped me rhythmically; he sucked, nibbled, licked, massaged, and worked my clitoris with his magic mouth. "Andy... Andy...” I was moaning loudly, and then a sudden burst. I shouted his name; "Andy!" and black filled the room as white filled my vision.

I went limp, my body powerless. After a moment, Andy kissed my thigh, then crawled up next to me and kissed along my neck. I felt his hand on my stomach, then my breast, massaging lightly. I opened my eyes and turned to him.

Andy now looked like a demi-god. I gasped, shocked. He had absorbed the energy I had given off from an orgasm that was the result of an intimate, selfless act. I was instantly enthralled, and Andy’s enchantment pushed me over the edge. "Take me, Andy, I beg you."

He smiled down at me, perfection, flawless. "No begging necessary." He gave me a rakish wink and rolled on top of me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, quivering with anticipation. He held himself up with one hand above my shoulder, and guided his length inside of me with the other.

We maintained eye contact as he entered me. The unfamiliar sensations of love and devotion blossomed as I looked into his eyes and I felt him go deep inside of me. When his shaft was buried to the hilt, Andy paused, looking at me with surprise. "You... You love me?"

I was bare before Andy. He knew. I had never meant for him to know that! I had lost control of my thoughts. I nodded and closed my eyes to hold back tears, covering my face with my hands. "I'm sorry."

A few seconds passed. Then I felt his lips on first the back of my left hand, and then my right. "Don't be, Oona." He pulled away my hands gently, trying to meet my gaze, and thrust into me again. I bit my lip for the sensation; he was a perfect fit. I couldn’t bear to look him in the eye for long, I was too ashamed, so I closed my eyes. He thrust again, and I started to lift my hips with each penetration, each time better than the last. Andy kept his rhythm slow, and each entrance went deep to my very core.

I held tightly to Andy's strong back, feeling his lean muscles, but continued to keep my eyes closed. I was scared. I felt his lips on mine, a gentle kiss. His tongue brushed against mine. He tasted of my fluids and faintly of cigarettes. He broke the kiss, and I felt his hand on my face, his thumb brushing my cheek. "Oona. Mmmmm... Look at me."

I opened my eyes and returned his magnetic gaze. I touched his face, hesitantly, and he turned his head to kiss my palm, holding my hand to his lips, never breaking eye contact, never losing his rhythm. "Andy," I sighed.

Black strands curled off of me, they instinctively twined around Andy. He gave off bloody, crimson rays with golden flecks.

"Say it, Oona." His eyes were intense; he squeezed my right breast gently. I felt him grow harder inside of me.

"Wh-what?" I couldn't think. There was only Andy. Andy inside of me; taking me.

"Tell me how you feel.” He plunged, I gasped. “Mmmm... I want you to say it. Ah, fuck, you feel so good!" I didn't understand anything. I just knew I wanted to please Andy. Because I loved him.

"I love you, Andy." He groaned, and gave off little black streaks of pleasure. I was shocked.

"Fuck, Oona!" Andy increased his tempo, and kissed my neck and chest passionately; his cock had turned to steel. I found myself digging my nails into his back; an orgasm was fast approaching. A heated black and deep burgundy thunderstorm surrounded us.

“Again!” Andy demanded, breathing raggedly.

“I love you!” I shouted. Again, black came streaming out of him, whipping around the room before homing to me, though I had not called out to it. “Andy,” I was moaning loudly, his powerful strokes had me near the edge.

Andy was covered with a fine sheen of sweat, glistening, a droplet at his temple. “You’re so fucking hot. Oona! Uhn! Fuck!” He gave me a kiss that burned with white-hot passion, I was ignited, and when I met his gaze, his irises were black. “Tell me again! Oona, fuck! Uhn! I want to hear it again!”

In that moment, I gave my heart away. “I love you!”

Andy growled like a rabid dog, squeezing my breast, and shot his semen into me. He gave off thick, savory waves of pleasure that were as black as pitch. They dove straight for my heart.

The feeling was too much. A powerful shock of ecstasy rolled through my body as I climaxed, I called out Andy's name and clinging to him. My sex gripped him and he groaned, thrusting through the denouement of the moment.

Notes

Andy- a little kinky almost...