Succubus

Author: Michael Shuler

I am Adam Richard Constantine. I make million dollar deals before breakfast, overthrow foreign dictators by lunch, and give a speech during a three hundred dollar per plate fund raising dinner by evening. I am a confident, feared, and respected man of business. At least I was until I met her.

I guess I should call it a her, she resembled a woman in every way. She changed me, irrevocably, totally changed me in one night. No, I’m not giving you the old, “I saw three ghosts and changed by Christmas,” scenario. This is something different, something ancient and frightening. Most frightening of all, is it could happen to you and you may never know until it’s too late. Let me start from the beginning…

Thunder rumbled in the distance. I sat in my bathrobe watching CNN when the first rumbles started. By the time I reached my patio the thunder was almost continuous. I saw the lightning striking just a few miles off. It looked like an artillery barrage. I was frightened, not knowing what to expect. Was the lightning centered around a tornado, or some horrible storm?

“Hi,” a woman said from behind me. I turned and my spine crawled. I was looking at a being in the shape of a woman, but an inner light in her eyes told me otherwise.

“What do you want?” I demanded, my eyes going over her nearly naked body. She was wearing nothing but an open coat. God, what a woman… Or something. Whatever she was, she was well-built.

“You, Adam Richard Constantine. I want you,” she pointed at me with an unearthly glow in her eyes.

“What the fuck?” I said, looking around for more visitors. We were alone.

“Yes,” she hissed with an evil smile on her face.

“Yes what?” I demanded in a slightly hysterical voice.

“Yes I want to fuck.”

“Are you the devil?” I asked suddenly.

“Oh hell, you’ve seen that damned movie,” she said, stomping her foot. That’s all I hear lately, “are you the devil?” I hate that movie, and that woman, she’s made my life miserable. Well, I don’t actually hate her,” the woman said, licking her lips with the longest tongue I have ever seen.

“Are you the devil?” I demanded again.

“Are you God?” she countered.

“No, of course not. Don’t be ridiculous.”

“Well I’m not the devil, in the same way you are not God. Why do people think that everybody who comes from hell is the devil? I’m just a civil servant,” she said, suddenly pouting. “I spread joy and cheer throughout the land. If you must put a label on me, call me a succubus”.

“Succubus? I’ve heard of that. Aren’t you supposed to fuck people to death or something?”

“No, silly. I fuck people gloriously. If they die as a result, so be it. But you look very healthy,” she said, licking her lips with that incredible tongue again. I briefly thought of how that tongue would feel up my ass. She immediately brightened. That bitch could read my mind.

“Yes, Adam, just imagine it. My tongue stuck up your ass while I milk your cock,” she whispered. Suddenly we were in my house. I don’t know how I got there, we just appeared.

She pushed me down on my couch, dropped her coat and climbed up on top of my prone body. She extended her tongue and wiggled it.

“I want you, Adam. I want only you,” she said in a voice that promised riches beyond my comprehension.

“You’ll take my soul,” I shuddered and made a half-hearted attempt to push her away.

“I’ll make you a deal,” she said coyly. I will fuck you all night long. If you can give me an orgasm, you can keep your soul. If not, I get it for all eternity.

“Can you have an orgasm?” I asked, fearing a trap.

“Oh yes,” she said in a sexy voice, smiling at the remembrance of some past orgasm. That was good enough for me. Of course I could give her an orgasm, I wall all man. She knew I had agreed without me saying a word.

“My place or yours?” she asked and we were suddenly surrounded by fire. But it was a cold, impotent type of fire. I felt no warmth, no fumes. It was as if the fire was imaginary. But I didn’t have time to study the wonder of the fire, or the fact that she had zapped me there.

She began licking my chest with that incredible tongue, and that tongue was the only thing on my mind. It was long, moist and firm on my chest. She licked my nipples and I felt them firming up like a woman’s. I turned red in embarassment. She smiled at me and backed away.

“Roll over,” she whispered. I had no objections. The thought of that incredible tongue probing my ass was an obsession now. I rolled over on my knees, with my face resting on her bed of fire. I closed my eyes to keep my fear at bay. The first thing I felt was her hand on my cock. She began milking me as she positioned herself. She was sitting behind me with an arm between my legs milking my cock. By looking over my shoulder, I could barely see her face, and the long tongue extending from her mouth. She moved closer and I felt it.

“Oh my God,” I whimpered at first contact. She hissed at me then touched my ass with her tongue again. I waited, crying lightly with each breath. Anticipating the most wonderful feeling my body had ever experienced. Then it happened. The pointed tip of her tongue began to press inward and my ass slowly opened to allow her inside. I cried out and shivered. The tongue kept sliding inside me until I was sure it was at least a foot long. It could have been less. As it became fully inserted I felt her nose in the crack of my ass. Then the tongue began to flutter, while she milked my cock in a firm, warm hand. In 45 seconds I felt a building orgasm. The fire boiled in my loins with unbelievable force. And the delightful fire in my ass seemed to blend with it. I began shaking uncontrollably, like a stupid little virgin. Without warning my orgasm hit me like a ton of bricks. I felt her hand milking the cum from my cock. It was spurting downward, into the fire. I imagined that I could smell it burning. But perhaps not. The tongue continued to flutter inside my ass. It was the most wonderful feeling I had ever experienced and I didn’t want it to end. I could feel the tongue well up inside me. It seemed to be reaching almost to my stomach. Her warm breath blew on my ass, adding to the thrill. Her soft hand felt heavenly on my cock. I didn’t mind being milked like a cow.

To my horror, it was over.

She pulled her tongue out of my ass and I cried like a baby. “Roll over on your back,” she whispered. Still shaking, I collapsed and finally managed to roll over. To my surprise, my cock was still hard as a rock. That had never happened before.

And then that glorious mouth claimed my cock and began sucking like I have never been sucked before. Just as the vacuum of her mouth began to grow too strong, she released my cock and slid her lips all the way down the shaft until they touched my abdomen. Her throat milked my cock when it was fully inserted. Finally she pulled off and began sucking just the head. Her long tongue came out and curled around my penis like a trained snake. She kept it rapped around my cock as she slid her mouth up and down along it’s shaft. I whimpered and jerked, looking down at that beautiful, unearthly face staring back at me through soft brown eyes.

Suddenly I remembered that I had to give her an orgasm to keep my soul. I struggled up to a sitting position and pushed her off. She didn’t resist, she knew what I had in mind. She stood and walked forward, then gently sat on my chest with her pussy in my mouth.

I have heard all the bullshit about a pussy tasting like honey. That’s complete crap. At best a pussy tastes like stale fish. But not this bitch from hell. She was different, of course, because her pussy really did taste like honey.

I took a few lame swipes at it with my tongue, and suddenly became hooked. My eyes widened and I grabbed her ass in my hands, pulling her closer for some serious pussy eating. I supped on her luscious cunt lips, noting absently that this sweet bitch was as hairless as a ten year old girl. I mashed her ass in my hands as I sucked that bitch dry of her juices. My mouth and throat were coated with them. Now sated, I concentrated on licking her clit with the flicking end of my embarrassingly short tongue. She didn’t seem to mind, she whimpered and mashed her little pussy against my face.

I didn’t notice the constant roar of the fire in the background, or the unearthly faces watching us from the flames. I only noticed her, that sweet bitch from hell. And try as I might, I could not make her cum.

It was time to change tactics. I slid my tongue down and touched her asshole. She hissed slightly, but showed no other response. I tried, I really tried. I pushed and prodded, but I couldn’t force my way inside. Finally I settled on flicking my tongue over her puckered little ring. She seemed to like it, but not the way I had. It was obvious that an eight inch pointed tongue made a difference. I went back to her pussy and licked it several times, but the mood was broken. I fervently hated to leave that pussy. It was like a drug, I just wanted to keep licking until the end of time. She might have let me, I don’t know. But I badly needed to fuck something, and there was the most fuckable woman in the universe, sitting on my face. I pulled my mouth away and she sat up wordlessly. Before I had a chance to say anything, she turned her back on me and sank down on my rigid cock.

It felt so damned good I thought I might die. And that very thought scared the hell out of me. As her hot, moist vagina slid down over my penis, I felt the most incredible pussy in the universe. It was almost worth dying for. It felt like I was sinking my cock into warm butter. I have a good sized cock, perhaps seven and one half inches long. But that beautiful creature took every inch of it without a whimper. My cock bent slightly as she began rocking up and down on it. She shuddered and emitted a moan of pure pleasure.

I noticed the faces in the flame for the first time, some watching openly and some hiding behind the flames. It’s funny, but I didn’t mind. I knew they were watching her, not me. I couldn’t blame them. She was one hot bitch.

She started riding faster and faster, moaning all the time, and I was sure I would win. She was only seconds from an orgasm, I was positive. Her pussy was slapping down on my cock, rhythmically pounding her ass out of shape against my pelvis. My cock felt wonderful. My balls were beginning to warm up again. It wouldn’t be long until I had an orgasm too. But first I must satisfy her, and win my soul back. Then, without warning, she stopped.

I screamed a little and reached for her slender body, but she stood, her naked body gleaming in the firelight, pulling her cunt off my cock and turning to face me. Before I knew what was happening she was squatting again and my cock was touching her asshole. My eyes widened in understanding. The heat and friction of her ass would make me cum, while she went back to hell with my soul, and no orgasm.

I wanted to object, but the feeling of her ass clenching my long, hard cock, was too much to resist. I gritted my teeth as she sank down and sat on my pelvis. Slowly she began riding up and down with my cock fully inserted in her asshole.

“Oh fuck,” I gasped, then closed my eyes and clenched my teeth. There was nothing to compare to the feeling of that ass on my cock. It was indescribable. I opened my eyes again and looked at her open pussy. Upon sudden inspiration I pushed my thumb into her pussy, wetting it, then I placed it on her swollen clit. I rapidly rotated my thumb against her clit. It was her turn to cry out. She threw her head back and moaned. I swirled my thumb inside her pussy faster and faster, making an erotic wet squishy sound. She partially bounced on my cock, while riding forward and back against my thumb. I watched her face fearfully. She rolled her head back, staring upward, then raised it again and looked down at me with an unearthly glow in her eyes. I could tell by her expression that she was about to cum. So was I. Whimpering loudly she rocked faster on my cock. I could feel it stirring inside her ass. It was fucking wonderful. I couldn’t imagine a better fuck. Suddenly I concentrated on my own orgasm. This would be a big one. This was the orgasm that killed people, at least in mythology. I felt my balls heating up hotter and hotter until I jerked upright and exploded inside her hot ass. Spurt after spurt of hot cum filled her tight little butt. Through the haze of my orgasm, I heard the frightful cries of her, as she went through her own orgasm. It was hard to concentrate on her, while my loins melted into her ass. But somehow I had maintained the motion of my thumb on her stiff clit. I looked down and saw my thumb circling fiercely. Her orgasm seemed to go on and on, long after mine stopped. When mine stopped is still a mystery to me. It seemed to take hours, possibly days for the fire to die out and the tremors to stop. But the ferocity of her orgasm surprise, and frightened me. Now, suddenly, she looked like an unearthly creature again. Her eyes glowed, her mouth curled back in an unearthly smile.

Without warning I found myself in my own bedroom, with the woman standing over me. She smiled down at me just once, then she closed her eyes with a look of complete rapture on her face.

“You had an orgasm,” I reminded her.

“Yes,” her deep voice seemed to come from all around me. Then a look of horror crossed her face. As I watched in disbelief, she seemed to shrink and lift up off the floor. In another moment she had turned into a ball, with only her face and the fires of hell visible.

“No,” she cried, shaking her head. Her face became smaller and smaller. The ball began to drift toward the door.

Thunder sounded again in the distance. I could hear it rapidly approaching my house as it intensified. As the thunder and lightning approached, the ball began to whisk across my bedroom and out the door. I struggled to sit up, then stood. Looking down at myself, to make sure I was still intact, I hurried to follow the ball. But it was gone.

The barrage of thunder and lightning drifted rapidly to the north, then disappeared completely. I sat in my lawn chair, still looking toward the north, and cried.

It has been almost a year now. There are no more business deals, no more speeches or coos. I am a recluse. I simply wait. I wait for her to return.