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Succubus

Why was he in my house? Was he watching me spank it? (or) Oh my goodness! Oh my gosh!

*Andy’s POV*

I finished writing down my dream, hardly believing the detail of the recollection. It had been so real! Almost like a lucid dream. And now I was so fucking turned on! Goddammit, not again… I looked down, not surprised to see my dick pointing at me, yet again. Well, here goes nothing. If Oona had, well, demonic stuff to do, I could take care of myself, I supposed.

I grabbed my splat towel and set to work, deciding to start off slowly. I laid back and thought of Oona, the way she trembled when she came, the way her tail had gripped mine, her slick, tight pussy clamping around my fingers. Mhmmmmm…

I kept my strokes longer, slower, imagining Oona on top of me, her tits shaking as I would plunge into her. Smooth, she was so fucking smooth. I wanted to squeeze those ripe tits, bury myself balls-deep… was the bedroom door- opening? Shit! I quickly pulled a sheet over myself. “Personal moment! Who the fuck is it! Oona?!? It’s called knocking!!!”

The door shut to just a crack again. “Oh my goodness! I’m so sorry, I’ll be back in a few minutes, I mean, nevermind, I’ll send Oona instead, Oh my gosh!” The door shut and I looked down at my somehow still-raging boner, utterly confounded.

Wait just a second… I knew that voice! That was the angel from my dream- Penamoo! Why was he in my house? Was he watching me spank it? Did he actually exist, were we related? If we were related, why was he watching me wank? That was gross!

A part of me felt like I should get up, get dressed, and go confront Penamoo. But if he really was an angel, I had learned enough to know he could run away by touching a mirror in my house, for one. Also, he probably had all kinds of weird, supernatural powers and could do all kinds of crazy shit. But the major thing that stopped me was that my fucking erection wasn’t going away.

There was no way I could speak with confidence and keep a cool head under pressure while facing my possible metaphysical, super-powerful, distant relative if half my blood supply was in my dick. So, for the time being, I’d at least give it a few minutes and hopefully I’d go soft. I laid back down, feeling a little sorry for myself, but more than anything, just more confused than ever.

Notes

poor Andy... poor "Penamoo"


Comments

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SmuttyPariah SmuttyPariah
4/15/17

@anathema

Flowers for you, beotch!

SmuttyPariah SmuttyPariah
2/22/17

@Thorn_

@nikitheghoul

@Maladaptive

thanks guys! i worked forever on it, so glad to hear that you enjoyed! :O)

anathema anathema
2/22/17

Congratulations on finishing another great project! I can't wait for new stories from you!

Maladaptive Maladaptive
2/22/17

AAHHHHHHH

I CANT BELIEVE ITS OVER

AND WITH SUCH A HAPPY ENDING TOO

i knew you were gonna be a sucker for a happy ending ;D

ghoulbaby ghoulbaby
2/21/17