Succubus

*Andy’s POV*

I lay in bed for a while, just spacing out. After a moment I started feeling a little more tranquil; I guessed getting off had done me good. I felt better, a little more clear-headed.

Eventually, I started daydreaming. I missed Juliet a ton, but I wasn’t thinking about her… I was thinking about snuggling in bed with a soft, curvy woman who smelled like honeysuckle. Odd, but persistent…

The woman kissed me, once, and when her mouth touched mine, her lips were incredibly soft, delicate, and feminine. I saw, as she looked me in the eye, before laying her head back down, that her irises were all black, but still seemed warm.

How I envisioned her kept changing like a kaleidoscope. One moment she’d have black, wavy, long, thick hair, the next it was shorter and fine, framing her face. Sometimes it was a dark burgundy. I was looking down on her head, resting on my chest, watching it bump up and down with my heartbeat, and she seemed almost real.

She ghosted her fine hands over my stomach and hip and gave me a pinch, and I sat up with a jerk. Shit! She was just a dream; I had dozed off.

I decided to shower after the mess I’d made earlier. I knew there wasn’t a lot of point, it wasn’t like I had to go anywhere or had any immediate obligations, but I felt like leaving cum caked on my chest was just a bit too much, even if it was just me and the kitties.

I started humming random bits and pieces as the water warmed up, but nothing really stuck. As I got in, I felt tension release that I hadn’t known I had been holding. I could feel my whole back relaxing!

I bent over and stretched, touching my toes. I turned to rinse my chest, and there, too, I felt the warm water pouring soothingly over my body, almost holding me. I found myself leaning into it, enjoying it, and turning the temperature up a smidge.

I was working a good, soapy lather over my chest when I noticed my nipples were hardened little beads, and my damned boner was returning. Shit! I turned the temperature down and hurriedly rinsed the soap off, then quickly scrubbed the rest of myself.

Despite my efforts, I kept finding my hand around my damned dick, giving it a squeeze or a single stroke. Fucking dammit! Forget washing my hair, it could wait!

By the time I finished my shower, I was rock hard again and in a terrible mood. All I could think about was how badly I wanted to sink my cock into the woman I had been dreaming about. My imaginary friend, fucking great.

I stormed out of the shower and didn’t even towel dry. I just laid back on the bed, soaking my sheets, giving my dick the evil eye. It glared right back at me with its single, narrow slit. It seemed to know something I didn’t. Fucking bullshit.

I kept getting overwhelmed by waves of lust that made me groan, they were verging on physically painful. So there I was, wincing, gritting my teeth, and periodically giving in and beating off, fantasizing about some kind of, I dunno, shape-changing, demonic, pin-up model?

I could see her so clearly in my mind, though, with her lips wrapped tight around my cock as she sucked it. She’d love doing it. Her dark eyes looked up into mine and she would brush the head against her lips as she teased me, asking if I liked it. She kept running her thumb or tongue over my frenulum, making me gasp. Every now and then she would nip the tip, or dig her nails into the base until I cried out, and then give a rich, velvety laugh, before licking along the entire length. The smell of honeysuckle was everywhere.

That was everything I wanted- that woman to take me inside of her. I was obviously going mad, but I knew that if she had been real, if I could have devoted myself to worshiping her body, I would have.

My hand pumped frantically on my dick as I tried to focus on the details of her face, to dedicate myself to the desire I felt for my mind’s creation. I could almost feel the vibration of her laughter at my frustration as she was sucking me off. I envisioned running a hand through her hair, now thick and black, and urging her to go faster. I was close. Her eyes, black and on fire, locked with mine, and as I exploded, my semen coating my hand, my shaft, and my thighs, I started to lose consciousness and her name came to me.It was Oona.

Notes

So it’s looking to me like Oona’s seed implantation worked. So everything should go totally smoothly and without a hitch, right?...

;)