"I thought you'd never ask," she nearly squeals with joy as she rolls on top of me. "I've never brought anyone here before, so I don't know, but I intend to find out!"
Before I have a chance to say anything, I feel her lips pressed against mine, as her tongue works to get between my lips. Happily I let it in, and moan in pleasure at the skill this woman has. Apparently when in this form, she also has a tongue ring, and I feel it clacking against my teeth, and find my libido skyrocket.
Placing one hand on the back of her head, the other goes to the small of her back, and I hug her to me as we roll around on the ground. I'm really trying to keep myself under control, but the desires and needs this young lady is bringing out in me are almost overwhelming.
We stop rolling with her on top, and she sits up long enough to remove her summer dress. There's no bra under it, and her B-cup breasts sit free and proud on her chest. Her areolas are small, about the size of a nickel, and each nipple is pierced by some custom jewelry: a dragon's maw circling the small nub, with the bar horizontal. I wonder what kind of kinky stuff old man Johnson is into, to dream up a woman like this.
The wondering is short lived, however, as my mouth goes dry, and I have to taste her chest. Pulling her torso back down, my face goes into the valley between her small hills. Licking around her chest, my mouth is filled with the flavor of vanilla and lavender. Her pelvis lifts up, and I can feel her hands working at my pants. Her slender fingers are so deft, that she gets them undone and off in less time than I could have.
My underwear is literally torn from my body, and I barely even notice. My lips are now on her chest jewelry, and I tug on them gently with my teeth, eliciting a moan from her that sends shivers down my spine.
A small voice in the back of my mind warns that this is a succubus, not a nubile woman that my body is crying out for; a demon being that devours their prey through acts of sex.
So the fuck what! A louder voice shouts in my head, and I'm only slightly surprised by the swear word, never having been one to use such language. This woman is hot, horny, and she wants you! And it's been so loooong.
The second voice wins out, as I drop my hands to her bare buttocks, and massage her pert naked rear. Dropping her hips down, I feel a new heat wave of desire course through me, it's epicenter at the point where her wet pussy is sliding along my shaft.
"I need you in me," Angela's husky voice whispers into my ear, and as if of their own volition, my hips drop until I feel my head touch her fiery hot slit, then drive up, impaling her sheath on my sword.
We both cry out in ecstasy, as our connection becomes complete. Her inner walls ripple around my manhood and her entire body shudders, as I realize she's in the throes of an orgasm.
Energy floods into me, and I can feel my rod thicken and grow even more within this delicious nymph. Gripping her hips, I force her back and forth on top of me. I can feel the head of my cock bouncing around inside her, stirring up her juices. My cock tingles as her lubricating liquids flow around my crotch, and dribble down my balls.
Her eyes lock onto mine, and this time I don't feel myself being drawn into her, but instead feel her joining me. We are one, in more ways than just the physical at this moment, and she drops her mouth back to mine, as she hungrily kisses me.
Need, lust, desire, joy, and pure unadulterated ecstasy flood through my entire being, as I swell inside this petite female, and shoot my seed deep into her clutching cavity.
She cries out into our kiss, as she feels me flood her chamber with my cum, and once again energy crashes into me as she has her second orgasm.
Panting, she rolls off me, and we both lie on the ground, trying to catch our collective breaths.
That was intense, I think, my mind rolling over the last few minutes. Despite being slightly out of breath, I feel like I could sprint an entire marathon. I feel like I'm on top of the world, and nothing can go wrong. I feel—
"I'm so sorry," she says next to me, and I can hear true sadness in her tone. "I drew too much energy from you. I promise it was an accident. I couldn't control it here. I was really beginning to like you, too. I already miss you, Lyden Snow. I'm sorry I killed you. I really thought I could control that aspect of my nature."
I still have so many questions I wanted answered before I died, too. Who paid my medical bills? Why can I see Angela, when she tries to be hidden? What is this new place the succubus has taken me too? And why do I feel so dang good right now?