"Would you like a little tour of my house of sin?" she whispered. "I'm sure you must be curious to see how a high-class escort plies her trade."
George was, actually.
"Why not," he smiled.
Nicole looked at her wine glass. It was still full.
"It would be a shame to let this go to waste. Here," she said, passing him the glass.
Well, it would be a shame, George thought. Before he knew it, he'd tipped the glass back and poured the whole contents down his throat.
"Heh, seems like you really like it," Nicole said. "Why don't you bring the bottle with you?"
Whoa, George thought as bubbles of light-headedness trickled up through his brain. He was probably going to regret this come tomorrow morning. Against his better judgment he picked up the bottle anyway. Damn stuff was so moreish.
Nicole led him through the back of her house. It seemed a lot larger than it had looked from the outside. And deeper. She led him down some steps and into a maze-like basement area. The first door Nicole opened led to a very odd room. It looked like a cross between a medieval dungeon and a fitness suite. There were stocks and full-sized crosses covered in black padding. A cage big enough to hold a man if he was on his hands and knees stood in the far corner. A variety of whips and floggers were mounted on the walls.
"Is this your . . .?" George asked.
"Yes, it's my dungeon," Nicole answered. "I bring naughty boys here and teach them some discipline."
She looked at George and smiled. The bright red colour of her lips contrasted with her pale complexion.
"Have you been a naughty boy?" she asked.
"No no no!" George said, backing away with his hands up. He was thankful Nicole was still wearing her large shades. He suspected he'd be quite unnerved by the look she was giving him right now.
Nicole doubled up with laughter.
"That room was scary," George said once they were back in the corridor. "Do people really pay you to tie them up and beat them?"
Nicole nodded. "People in power often have their day-to-day lives filled with hard choices. I think sometimes they enjoy ceding that power to someone else."
George looked at her as if she was speaking Swahili. He shook his head.
"Diff'rent strokes for diff'rent folks," he said.
They continued on through Nicole's lower floor. She skipped the next door, but opened the one after it. Now this room was more like how George expected a tart's boudoir to be. The lighting was low and soft. The walls were hung with heavy black velvet drapes. A huge circular bed took up most of the centre of the room. It was covered in glossy black silk sheets and plush black pillows. An apothecary's dream of bottles and vials stood on the back shelves.
"This is my relaxation room," Nicole said.
"Is that a waterbed?" George asked.
"Yes," Nicole answered.
He pushed down on the edge of the bed and watched the surface sway with wet sloshing sounds.
"Can I?" he asked.
"Be my guest," Nicole smiled.
"I've always wanted to find out what one of these felt like," George said.
He put the wine bottle down, took off his shoes and dived backwards onto the bed. The bed rocked and swayed beneath him, waves lifting his body up and down. He grinned as he stared up at his reflection in the mirror on the ceiling.
"Yes, I think this is the right room," Nicole said, looking about her.
George lifted his head up, puzzled.
Nicole took off her coat and hung it on a peg next to the door. Her body was even more gorgeous than George had imagined. She was curvaceous around her chest and ass, but there wasn't an ounce of spare fat anywhere else. George knew this because he was seeing a lot more of Nicole's body than he was entirely comfortable with. Beneath her coat she wore a skimpy black bra, panties, thigh-length fishnet stockings, and that was about it.
Her skin was the biggest surprise. She was covered from head to toe in black tattoos. It was an unusual design; George hadn't seen anything like it before. It looked as if a mad scientist had scribbled all over her body in black pen, covering every inch of her exposed flesh in bizarre symbols and pictograms.
Nicole hadn't finished disrobing. The bra went next. The mad designs continued across the ample swell of her breasts. Her left breast was decorated with a complex whorl that spiralled all the way down to the pink disc of her areole. George thought she didn't really need additional help to draw the gaze to the perfect curves of her bosom.
His mouth gaped open. She was topless. Why was she topless?
"Uh . . . I thought you said Miss Kitson hadn't given you any money."
Nicole looked at George and smiled. "She hasn't."
Her skin wasn't the biggest surprise.
She finally took off her shades and shook out her hair. A chill ran through George. What was that at her temples? Horns? And her eyes—god, her eyes—where were they? He saw now why she always wore those dark glasses. There were two empty black wells where her eyes should be. Nicole stretched her shoulders and a pair of black bat wings erupted from her back. A black tail—slender as a whip and ending with a spade-like point—unfurled down the back of her legs.
"Ah, much better," she said.
She smiled at George. It was the same elegantly angled face; the same full, kissable lips; the same gorgeous contours of her body. Her features should have been perfect, but they also came with horns, wings, tail and those unsettling empty black eyes. It turned her beauty into something horribly wrong. Sexy into perverse.
"W-w-what are you?" George asked.
"I'm a succubus. I guess Inari neglected to tell you that," Nicole said. "And you appear . . ." She turned a key in the door, locking it with a click. She hung the key around her neck like a pendant and dropped it down into her cleavage. She turned back to George. A predatory smile was on her blood-red lips. ". . . to be locked in with me."
———x———
George flailed out with his arms and legs. His attempts to get away were hampered by the rocking motions of the bed beneath him.
"I love this bed," Nicole said. "Aside from being extremely comfortable, it's also quite difficult to get out of." She smiled, showing off two long fangs. "Perfect for my more surprised guests."
She crouched and jumped. A downward thrust of her bat wings boosted it into a graceful leap that took her right onto the bed and astride George's body. The bed rocked and swayed with the force of her landing. George lashed out with his arms and legs and tried to buck her off him.
"So lively," Nicole said. "You should save that energy for later. You'll need it."
She whispered words so alien they slipped from George's ears before his brain could register them. She leaned over George's struggling form, pursed full lips and exhaled a breath. It took form—a giant peach-coloured heart—and expanded to cover George's face and upper body. He gasped as it sank into his body. Pleasant energy flowed into him in a wave. It felt like he'd been dipped in warm honey. His legs stopped kicking. His arms fell back against his sides. He felt relaxed. Languid.
"That's better," Nicole said. She settled down astride his stomach.
She noticed George's gaze hovering in the vicinity of her exposed chest.
"Like what you see?" she said. She folded her arms beneath her breasts, pushing them up and accentuating her cleavage.
George hadn't seen anything like them, at least not in the flesh. They were gorgeous—big, round, soft. They were better even than the perfectly sculpted examples he'd seen while surfing for porn on the internet. They didn't need the elaborate tattoos to be eye-catching.
He couldn't look away. He didn't know why. He felt strange—clouded, horny.
"How about I give you a closer look," Nicole said, her voice low and dirty.
She folded her body over George's until he felt the soft pillows of her breasts against either side of his face. Nicole twisted her body, playfully buffeting him with the heavy, soft flesh of her boobs. George couldn't think straight. Too fogged up. A strange desire came over him for Nicole to press down harder, to bury him in the soft valley of her cleavage, to smother him completely in her tits.
Nicole sat up. One arm was folded beneath her breasts. Her other hand rested on her chin.
"Hmm, I wonder," she said.
She bent down again. This time she wrapped her arms around the back of his head and squashed his face tight up against her chest. The warm flesh of her boobs pressed tightly against his face. It felt good until George realised he couldn't breathe. His nose and mouth were completely smothered by her flesh. He tried to squirm out. Nicole wrapped her arms more tightly around his head, keeping his face wedged up in the soft valley of her cleavage.
It should have been easy to throw her off. She was smaller, lighter than him.
He couldn't. It wasn't because she possessed excessive strength or anything like that, but rather his had deserted him. He didn't have the energy to break her grip.
Nicole shifted position, relaxing her grip long enough to allow him a shallow breath, one filled with the spicy perfume of her body. Then she pressed back down again, smothering him in the warm space between her breasts while the waterbed rocked and undulated beneath them. She played the game for a while, each time seeming to take longer and longer between allowing George breaths, until he thought he must pass out for sure.
She stopped and sat upright. George opened his mouth and gasped in the air his lungs craved. Nicole straddled him, a contemplative expression on her face. She reached behind her and stroked a hand along the noticeable bulge in George's trousers.
He was hard? Why was he hard?
"I thought so," Nicole said. "I had a feeling I wasn't too far off with the first room."
The first room—that dungeon? What did she mean?
"Mmm, this is going to be fun," Nicole said. "I really enjoy playing the wicked seductress. It's been a while since I could really cut loose with all of my talents."
"What do you want with me?" George asked.
Nicole gave him a predatory smile. "I'm a sex demon. Take a good guess."
She bent over and ran the moist tip of her tongue up George's cheek.
"Mmm, a truly delicious virgin and a well-matured one at that," she said.
"What does my virginity have to do with anything?" George asked.
"Claiming a man's virginity is a succubus's greatest prize," Nicole said. "The older the virgin, the greater the pleasure. At your age, you're quite the hot commodity in the succubus world. I'm going to savour this."
Nicole ran a long black fingernail down George's chest. Her other hand gave his balls a teasing squeeze.
"Then I'm sorry to disappoint you," George said. "I only run that line to make the ladies think better of me. Do you honestly believe a man can get to thirty-four—in this day and age—without ever having sex?"
———x———
Nicole chuckled. She leant over him until his eyes were staring up into hers. Their emptiness was a hole that threatened to tug out his soul and reel it up into limitless black depths.
"Cute bluff," she said. "Not very effective when I can see it clearly for myself."
"How?" George said. "It's not like I have a hymen or anything. What's the difference between spunking my load into a woman's vagina or the palm of my hand?"
"We know," Nicole said.
She dipped her head and sniffed George's chest. Her cheeks reddened and she sighed in pleasure.
"Here." She took his hand and pressed the palm against her crotch. "Do you think this happens around every man?"
George's eyes widened. The fabric of her panties was completely sodden. He felt the cleft of her sex beneath. He drew his hand back in alarm as he felt her vulva move independently against his hand. Like a mouth.
Unabashed hunger shone in Nicole's eyes.
"I want so much to shove your hard cock in my pussy and suck and suck and suck," she said, her supple lips coming together in a luscious pout.
As much as the prospect thrilled George, he knew it would be too much for him. She'd be too much for him. Her passion would incinerate him like a moth in a candle flame. He had to get away.
Nicole started to undress him, first peeling off his jumper and vest from his unresisting body. As she moved down to his trousers George felt flickers of life return to his limbs. The paralysis, or strange state of blissful enervation, was wearing off. He rolled over and kicked out blindly as Nicole tugged at his trousers and underwear. The bed rocked and swayed with violent motion as he struggled beneath her.
His trousers came away and with them Nicole. Naked now, George crawled across the wildly pitching surface of the bed. He reached out with a hand, found the hard rim of the bed, started to pull himself towards it.
A warm weight settled on his back. Nicole lay on top of him, her soft breasts squashed against his back. George stopped squirming.
"It's really not possible for a man to fight a succubus from this position," she whispered in his ear. "Not when he's naked and she's on top of him. Not when her naked flesh is pressed against his."
George's mouth gaped open and he released a little sigh. Her skin felt so good against him—warm and smooth like silk. He felt a pleasant buzz wherever she came into contact with him, a luxurious tingle which left the rest of his skin hungering to experience the same pleasure.
"It takes the fight right out of them." Nicole dripped honeyed sin into his ear. "It's pushed aside as all those illicit little desires come bubbling to the surface."
George gave another soft little groan. His thoughts were submerged beneath a deluge of pornographic images. Full pouting red lips; eyes gleaming with lust; ripe, round breasts with perky erect nipples; glistening pink pussies—all calling out to him, hungry for him. George struggled to hold on as the torrent threatened to wash his mind away.
Nicole came closer. Her soft lips brushed against his ear. "I can satisfy all of them, every last filthy one of them," she whispered in his ear.
George shivered beneath her.
She ran a claw lightly over the skin of his shoulder. "What? Doesn't that appeal to you?"
It did, but his terror of the consequences more than outweighed the stirrings he felt in his balls. It was so unfair.
"Being a virgin at thirty-four is bad enough," George said. "Now I get to be savoured as a delicacy by a devil because of it. Whatever happened to punishing the deserving sinners?"
Nicole's finger tickled down between his ass cheeks.
"We wouldn't be considered evil if we only targeted the bad people," Nicole said. "Do you consider this to be punishment?"
She lightly kissed the back of his shoulder. Her hand cupped his balls and gently pumped. A warm burst of pleasure washed over George's body.
"Oh, but you do," Nicole said. "You tremble like prey. You smell of fear like prey. If I fuck you like this I'll surely eat you all up like prey."
She straddled the small of his back and sat up. Out of the corner of his eye George saw her tail loop around the handle of one of the exotic bottles sitting on a bedside shelf. Her tail lifted it up and brought it back to her.
"I think we'll wear away all those fears with a sexy little massage," Nicole said.
George heard her work the pump handle of the bottle. He felt a cool liquid splash across his back. It didn't remain cool for long as her skilful hands started to rub and knead it into his flesh. She pushed her hands up either side of his spine and then across his shoulders, spreading a pleasant little buzz in her wake. They moved up to his neck and she used her long fingers to work out the knots in his muscles. The fragrant aroma of the massage oil tickled his nostrils.
"My, so much tension," she said. "Have you ever been massaged before?"
"No," George replied.
Nicole squirted more oil onto his back and danced along his spine with her thumbs. She pressed down with her palms and slid them out to George's sides, smoothing out the flesh beneath them. A nice feeling of warmth permeated through the muscles of his back.
"You were never tempted to pay a visit to one of those naughty little massage parlours?" Nicole asked.
Her hands glided up to the back of his neck and rubbed behind his ears with soothing circular movements.
"I was always curious about what went on in those places," George replied. "Miss Kitson suggested I go in and find out. We had a little joke about it."
He paused.
"I thought about it," he admitted, "a little, but it was never going to happen. You never know where the girls are from, whether they're on drugs, crazy, under duress. Not worth the risk. Even if it went fine, I'd still feel like I cheated."
George didn't know why he was so forthcoming all of a sudden. He felt odd again. Fogged up. The scented oil smelt extremely pleasant and Nicole's hands were supremely skilled at working out the kinks and knots in his muscles.
"Miss Kitson did book a masseuse for me one time," he said. "Not this type," he added hastily, "a sports masseuse."
"Sports masseuse?" Nicole queried.
"Yeah. I hurt my knee and Miss Kitson sent a girl round to look at it. A pretty young oriental woman. Really pretty, actually. She had me strip down to nothing but a towel and I was really embarrassed she'd see I had an erection."
Nicole paused. She chuckled at a joke only she understood.
"Of course she'd try Arisa first," Nicole murmured. "The weaver and the serpent aren't reliable enough and she definitely couldn't send you to the Scottish village."
"Arisa, yes, that was her name," George said, surprised Nicole knew it also. "Lovely girl. Had a really nice smile. We never went through with the massage in the end. Something cropped up at the last minute and she had to leave in a hurry. Some kind of family emergency. At least that's what she said. I think she took one look at my hairy back and legged it."
Nicole laughed at another private joke.
"I think you have a very nice back," she said, straightening her arms and rubbing her hands over his shoulder blades. Her sultry voice drifted over him like a warm quilt.
"We never did get round to making another appointment," George said wistfully.
"A shame," Nicole said. "I hear Arisa gives a very pleasant body-to-body massage. Truly enveloping."
Her fingers kneaded the muscles of George's neck and shoulders.
"And lucky," Nicole added. "I hear she's also quite the maneater."
She bent down low, sniffed the back of George's neck and murmured contently. George felt the wetness of her sex where it rubbed against the small of his back.
"I'm not without my own talents," Nicole whispered in his ear.
She lay down on top of him. Her arms went around him, her thighs squeezed against his sides and she squashed her soft breasts against his back. The pleasant tingle of skin-to-skin contact was all around him. Ripples of pleasure ran out across his skin from where her nipples pressed against his flesh. Her heat—and lust—enfolded him. He soaked in it, drew it in through his skin in a form of osmosis. Nicole murmured. She held him tighter. The flow of pleasure increased. George felt trailers of fire race through his blood vessels. He moaned as he felt the heat settle in his balls. They felt bloated—overripe—and the desire to plunge his cock into a soft, snug orifice and relieve the pressure grew overwhelming, shouldering aside other thoughts.
"Relax. There's no escape now," Nicole whispered in his ear. "Mmm, I like to let my victims melt with pleasure. Then I slurp them all up like delicious ice cream."
George remembered why he should be afraid.
———x———
"Still frightened?" Nicole asked. "My my, you are a troublesome client."
She slid an arm underneath his body, grabbed his arm and pulled, spinning George around until he lay on his back with Nicole on top of him. The waterbed sagged beneath him, comfortable but also a prison.
He saw again her horns and those empty black eyes.
Still frightened? You betcha.
"People will notice if I go missing," he said. "They know I'm here."
Nicole put an elegant hand to her mouth and laughed.
"I hope you don't play cards for money," she said. "You don't bluff well."
She pulled off her panties.
"Of course Miss Kitson knows you're here," Nicole said. "She did send you to me after all."
George's eyes widened. Why would Miss Kitson do that?
"Now shut up and soak in my pheromones for a while," Nicole said.
She shifted position until she was crouched above his face and facing his feet. George got an extreme close-up view of the shaven lips of her pussy. George might not have had sex, but he'd still seen his share of porn films. Nicole's labia seemed plusher and somehow more comfortable looking than the girls he'd seen in those films. They tugged at him with a primal urge and his cock twitched to life as the image of slipping it between those cushioned lips entered his thoughts.
"That's more like it," Nicole said as she bent down to caress his erection with her hand.
Her labia twitched, gaping hungrily to reveal a glistening red tunnel. George shivered. The girls in the films he'd watched had never been able to do that. No human was able to do that.
Nicole laughed at his fear. "Just wait, in a moment this lovely rock-hard cock is going to be inside there. Then my sweet little cunt will suck all that fear right out of you. As well as everything else," she added with a wicked laugh.
George didn't get a chance to protest. Nicole sat down, smothering his face in the soft flesh of her ass. The bed rocked and swayed beneath him as she ground her body against him. He felt the moist folds of her sex rub against his nose and mouth. Something slender and whip-like wound around his throat.
He couldn't breathe. Her ass covered his face like a pillow, blocking off his airways. Her warm juices dribbled onto and between his lips. Each drip set off firecrackers of sensation across his nerve-endings. The opposite of a numbing agent, her fluids heightened the sensitivity of whatever skin they came into contact with. George's lips and tongue fizzed with pleasure. Nicole laughed wickedly and wiggled her body on top of his face.
George still couldn't breathe. Her tail tightened around his neck like a noose. His mouth and nose were smothered between her ass cheeks. He started to feel light-headed.
Nicole waited until he was on the verge of passing out—George had no idea how she knew; she just knew—and lifted up her ass. Grateful, George took a deep breath—
—and nearly choked on an overpowering, musky scent. It surrounded his head in a cloying cloud and—with his lungs starved for air—George was helpless as he drew the heady perfume into his body. His first instinct was to cough out the corrupted air, but he had no chance to do that as Nicole was already sitting back down on him, smothering him back between the luscious curves of her ass.
The scent was like a fine liqueur—the first taste abrasive, but after that becoming smooth, warm, pleasant; something to crave. Tendrils of perfume twined up his nostrils and wrapped his brain up in soft cotton wool. He felt like he was floating up in the clouds. The bed, so soft and comfortable beneath him, felt like a big fluffy cloud.
The next time Nicole raised her ass George was eager to inhale more of her sweet-smelling musk. He felt it rush down through his body like a head of steam. The pressure built up beneath his manhood and it swelled up even harder until it was throbbing with need.
"Mmm yes," Nicole purred. "Drown in my lust."
She folded her body down on him until her breasts were resting on his midriff. Long, skilful fingers touched, prodded and flicked his erection. They crawled down between his legs and tickled through the hairs on his testicles. George's sigh of pleasure was cut off—smothered—in the descending folds of Nicole's sex.
A soft hand wrapped around the base of George's cock. Soft, full lips kissed the tip. Just a light peck for the first, second and third touch. For the fourth, the lips remained there, pressed against the swollen mushroom head of his dick. They slowly sucked, drawing the tip into her mouth like a strand of spaghetti. A quicksilver tongue lapped up the pre-cum drooling from the opening to his urethra.
George groaned into her smothering pussy. His body twitched.
"A-ha," Nicole released his cock and scolded. "Not yet."
She pursed her lips and blew on the tip of George's cock. Something—it felt like a smoke ring or bubble of energy, yet tangible—rolled down the outside of George's shaft. It settled at the root and cinched tight, choking off George's premature orgasm before it even started. Dammed, the pleasure backed up and cascaded through George's writhing body.
"You don't come until I say you can come," Nicole said, her voice as soft and as authoritative as an old-fashioned schoolmistress.
Her warm lips enclosed the head of his cock and gave another teasing suck.
"And I'm not letting you come until you're buried deep inside my hungry vagina," she released his cock to say.
Her warm breath flowed over and teased the throbbing head of his cock with maddening swirls. Nicole dipped her head forward and took another teasing suck, going deeper this time, letting the head of George's cock rest on her moist, fleshy tongue. One hand pumped the base of his cock while the fingers of the other fondled and toyed with his balls.
George writhed and squirmed beneath her, battered by waves of sensation crashing through his body. He was helpless as she used her fingers and mouth to play him like a virtuoso musician. Unused to the touch of a woman, he felt the desire to come rise in him again and again, only to crash into and be repelled by the choke around the root of his penis.
Nicole shifted position, climbing off his face. George was finally able to take a breath untainted with the odour of her sex.
"My pussy is hungry," Nicole said, letting her soft hand caress up the underside of George's cock. "I think it's time to let her feed."
———x———
Nicole slid on top of him and straddled his midriff. She pinned his arms to the gently rocking bed. She looked down at him and smiled.
"What's the matter," she said. "You did say you weren't against the idea of casual sex, providing the other participant was willing."
Her tail coiled around his cock and started to pump up and down, keeping him at full hardness.
"And I'm extremely willing," Nicole beamed.
No, George wasn't against the idea of casual sex. But this, spread-eagled and straddled by a demon from the pits of hell, wasn't exactly how he'd pictured losing his virginity.
"Don't look at me like that," Nicole said. "I know you're secretly enjoying this."
She lay down on him. Her soft breasts rested on his chest. Her arms went around him in an embrace. Her pleasant perfume filled his nostrils.
"I'll let you into a little secret," she whispered in his ear.
Her tail continued to masturbate George's cock. He felt his body respond as his hips started to move up and down in time with her moments.
"I don't feel pleasure," she said. "Not in the conventional sense. I only feel the pleasure I give to my sexual partners."
She leant closer. Her soft lips brushed against the lobes of George's ear. He felt her warm breath tickle his skin.
"And I'm very adept at giving them pleasure," she whispered.
Her tail squeezed his cock. The flat arrow-point tip wrapped over George's glans like a tight hood. George gasped as it squeezed him. His body shuddered uncontrollably, sending waves flowing outwards across the bed, as the coils of her tail bunched up and stroked up and down his shaft. As much as his throbbing balls wanted to disgorge their contents, the seal around the base of his cock held.
Nicole sat up and laughed.
"Mmm, nice," she said.
She released the head of his cock. George gasped as he felt the tip of her tail hook and tease the opening to his urethra as it slid off him. Shivers of pleasure ran through his body.
"I'm just a plaything for your pleasures," he accused.
Nicole sat up. She cocked her head to the side. Her tail continued to give stimulation to his cock.
"Yes, I suppose you are," she said. The corner of her mouth turned up in a wicked smile. "You're my little toy and I'm going to play with you all night."
She reached behind her to fondle his balls.
"How is this different to rape?" George asked.
Nicole put a hand to her mouth and laughed even louder than before. She pinned George's arms back to the bed and leant down until her nose was brushing his and her empty black eyes were staring right into him.
"Silly boy," she said. "A succubus never rapes her victims. Rape is sex without consent and a succubus's victim always gives consent . . . in the end. They even expire with a smile on their face."
That wasn't much comfort to George.
"Don't worry," Nicole said. "I'll push the corners of your mouth down so you look all serious for the undertakers."
George's eyes widened.
Nicole ducked down closer. "That was a joke," she whispered in his ear.
George's brow furrowed. What did she mean?
Nicole sat back up. She lifted her body up and moved backwards until she was directly above George's crotch and his bobbing, swollen erection.
"Enough foreplay," Nicole said. "It's time my pussy was fed."
She lowered her body and used her tail to steer George's erection to the naked cleft of her sex. A mixture of excitement and trepidation flooded through him and he tensed as he felt her weight press lightly against the swollen head of his cock. Her labia, those thick fleshy lips, parted around his swollen glans and he felt the wet folds of her inner sex against the head of his cock.
"It's still rape," George said.
His hips twitched. Another orgasm was sent back by the seal Nicole had placed around the root of his cock.
Nicole laughed. "I think your body would beg to differ," she said.
George's hips had seceded from the rest of his body. They jerked and flexed of their own accord. Part of him had been waiting—longing—for this moment for a very long time. The little matter of the girl on top of him being a demon wasn't going to dissuade his body from pushing his manhood up into her juicy, taunting snatch.
Nicole laughed, low and sultry. She had all the control. She rode his clumsy upward thrusts with languid ease. She kept the head of his cock pressed against her moist folds, but didn't permit him to go any deeper. She wiggled on top of him, teasing him as she ran his swollen glans along the dripping groove of her sex. The tip of her tail curved between his legs and tickled the underside of his scrotum.
"So eager," she chided. "You should draw out the moment for your first time. Savour it."
George was more concerned it might also be his last time. His body, of course, didn't care.
She stopped pinning his arms to the bed and leant backwards, bracing her hands on his thighs. She pressed her hips downwards. George watched her plump labia swell out and engulf the head of his cock. He was inside her, just the tip, but inside her nonetheless. He let out a soft groan as he felt the muscular walls of her vagina contract around the tip of his cock.
Nicole closed her eyes. Her pale white cheeks were tinged with red.
"Mmm," she purred. "Just a taste to start with. A tiny little suck."
The lips of her vulva started to move against him. They were sucking on the tip of his cock. Her sex was sucking on the tip of his cock. Like a mouth. George's head fell back and another involuntary groan of pleasure escaped him.
He felt her juices. Warm and wet, they bathed the helmet of his cock and dribbled down his shaft. Just as with his tongue and lips from when she'd sat on his face, her juices magnified the sensitivity of his skin. His glans felt swollen, enormous; increasing in size until it encompassed his whole world. The warm folds of her sex swept across that world, sucking him and coating his skin in more of her body's sinful secretions.
"Still feel like rape?" Nicole asked. "You can say no."
George lay back and stared up into the mirror on the ceiling. Nicole was astride him, in total control. Her black wings were tightly folded up against her back. It felt like a mouth was down there, sucking on the tip of his cock. Such control.
He said nothing.
Nicole looked up and met his gaze in the mirror. Her black eyes gleamed. She smiled.
"Thought not," she said.
She started to sink down on him, slowly taking him inside her, millimetre by exquisite millimetre. The inside of her vagina was silk. Silk impregnated with perfumed oil. It slid smoothly over his head and hugged the length of his shaft. Nicole sank all the way down on him until she was kissing the base of his cock.
Nicole's eyes gleamed with triumph as she stared down at him. The succubus had him. He was in her. He was hers.
"Would you have stopped," George asked, "if I'd said no?"
Nicole cocked her head to one side, thoughtful as she considered his question.
"No," she answered.
Her vagina convulsed. The walls undulated up and down George's erection. Inside her, his cock was deluged in thick, warm fluids that sank into his skin and sent his nerve endings wild with pleasure.
George's head crashed back down on the mattress and he thrashed it from side to side as ecstasy washed through him in a wave.
"But I might have felt a little guilty about it," Nicole said.
Calm and perfectly poised, she started to move her hips up and down. Her full breasts bobbed with her movements, but the rest of her body was still and composed. The bed rocked and swayed beneath them and Nicole incorporated the undulations into her movements, timing each downward thrust to match the rising crest of each wave.
"Poor little virgin," she teased. Her pale face was beautiful, radiant, terrible. "Defiled by the evil succubus. You're my little toy now. Drown in my lusts."
George was sinking. He still lay on top of the pitching surface of the waterbed, but he was drowning nonetheless. All his thoughts were being crowded out. The only thing left was the sinuous motion of her hips as she smoothly engulfed his cock within her silken sheath again and again.
"Drown little virgin," Nicole whispered. "Give yourself up to my lusts."
George writhed beneath her. His own body was betraying him. His hips began to push up and meet her thrusts, driving his manhood deep inside her warm vagina.
There was something at the end of the tunnel of her sex, he realised dimly—a pad of flesh that was hot and lusciously soft. As Nicole's thrusts grew longer and deeper, the head of his cock nudged up against it. It felt . . . pleasant. The tip of George's cock came away with nice tingling sensation and a desire to bury it deeper into that thick soft cushion.
Nicole came down hard, pushing George's erection all the way up inside her vagina. His cock pressed against that soft obstruction and suddenly it came alive. Soft, hot, moist flesh ballooned around the fleshy helmet of George's cock and engulfed it—absorbing it almost—in a tight muscular grip.
Nicole gave a sharp intake of breath. She paused. Her vagina contracted—hard—around George's shaft, trapping him in a tight, fleshy vice. Her eyes widened.
"Oh crap," she said
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"Oh crap," she said.
Puzzled, George looked up.
Nicole sat astride him, motionless aside from the up and down movements of the waterbed beneath them. Her sex had contracted snugly all around his cock, holding him firmly inside her. It was very tight, but not uncomfortably so. In fact, it felt very pleasant. Her vagina was warm, almost hot, and his dick felt like it was stewing in pleasure.
What was happening?
Nicole's eyes were shut and her face was expressionless, perfect like a porcelain doll. Her vagina slowly started to peel back from the root of George's cock.
Her sex convulsed.
George's whole body tensed up. An involuntary gasp burst from his mouth.
The soft walls of her pussy squished around his cock like warm putty and then squeezed. He felt powerful suction roll all the way up his shaft.
And beyond.
He felt it in his trunk, in the blood vessels running throughout his body. The pad of soft fleshy tissue enveloping the head of his penis expanded like bellows and he felt the pull right through his balls and down to his curling toes.
Aaaah. Another involuntary gasp shot from his lips.
Nicole's head dropped forwards. Her lovely supple lips pouted in a cute little 'o' as a short sigh of pleasure slipped from her mouth. Her pale cheeks blushed deep red.
Her vagina pulsed again and a whiplash of breath-taking pleasure thrummed through George. His spine arched backwards, pressing his shoulders back against the mattress.
Nicole lifted her head up and gave a strange alien cry, like some kind of exotic bird or beast. She looked down at George and he was unnerved by what he saw. It was Nicole's beautiful face, but it looked like a host of emotions were churning away beneath the surface. Something was coming through, something demonic and full of lascivious hunger.
George knew then he was in trouble.
"Mmm," Nicole murmured.
She relaxed and sank down on George, letting his trapped erection be drawn up deeper into the smothering flesh of her vagina. The muscular walls undulated and sucked, sending another blast of ecstasy rushing through George's body.
He didn't know if this had been Nicole's intention from the start or whether something had gone wrong, but instinctively he knew he was in mortal danger. He tried to lift his shoulders up from the swaying bed.
Nicole looked at him with eyes as cold as distant galaxies. She sang words in an alien tongue. They sounded like the sweetest, purest notes, but with dissonant harmonies like metal coming together in a car crash. She made strange motions with her hands, as if she was dragging her claws through soil or clay even though there was nothing before her but empty air.
Glistening threads, like angel hair or the finest spider silk, drifted down onto George's chest and shoulders. Where they touched him, they sapped his strength and left behind a state of pleasant enervation. His shoulders fell back on the bed and stayed there.
"You think you can escape," Nicole mocked. "You're inside me."
Her sex pulsed again and George trembled. The muscular walls bunched up around his shaft and rolled to the head in a kind of lascivious peristalsis.
Nicole whispered more words so alien they slipped past his ears like shimmering silver fish. George felt the strange constriction around the base of his cock relax. A few moments ago he would have given anything for it to be gone. Now, he would have given twice as much to put it back.
He was naked, completely exposed. The liquid interior of Nicole's vagina slithered and tugged at him. She had full control. George felt she could make him come at any time, but instead her motions were slow and practised. She teased him with silken tugs that left him always just short of a threshold that kept rising a little each time. George squirmed and writhed beneath her like a fish caught on a line. The pleasure kept building and building until the denial of release became a kind of torture in itself.
Nicole shifted position on top of him. She sat up straighter and tilted her head up to the ceiling. She held out her hands with the palms facing upwards. Her wings extended behind her. If they'd been feathered rather than membranous like a bat's she might have looked like an angel in prayer. She even whispered words that sounded like prayer. George thought he saw a nimbus of purple flickering light around her form, but that could have been his imagination.
It was hard to think of anything. Pure sensation overwhelmed him. Nicole might have looked still and composed—with her only motions short, controlled thrusts of her hips—but the interior of her vagina was alive. George heard liquid sounds as the thick, soft walls of her sex crawled over his erection. Her lust had engulfed him whole. It felt like an alien heart had invaded his system and his blood was now dancing to the beat of the intruder organ.
"Now," Nicole commanded in a soft voice.
The soft meat of her vagina wrapped tightly around his penis and pulsed.
George gasped through gritted teeth. His hips bucked upwards.
Fuck.
His cock spewed an enormous load of semen into the succubus's pussy. The fleshy pad at the end of her vagina absorbed it all and then sucked on the head of his cock for more.
Oh god.
He obliged. He had no choice. His cock throbbed again and again, each time depositing another hot, sticky load into the succubus's smothering grip. On and on—
How much—
—more and more—
—could she take?
—as George writhed and thrashed in the throes of pure animal orgiastic release.
The ejaculation kept going, way past the point it should have ended as George pumped jets, streams, rivers of cum into her greedy sex. She absorbed it all and exhorted him for more, more, more!
He couldn't. His body . . . there wasn't . . .
Nicole leant over him. She caressed the side of his face with clawed fingers. Her face was feral and strangely all the more beautiful for it, like seeing the model in the flesh rather than her sculpture. Fires raged in the depths of her abyssal black eyes and yet George saw something which glistened in the corner of one of them—a tear maybe, but blacker than the deepest sin.
His body convulsed. He was still coming. What, he had no idea; his balls must have emptied already. Her sex continued to throb around his cock like the beats of a great fleshy heart, pumping the goodness and vitality from his body.
George's movements quietened down. A cold numbness was spreading throughout his abdomen.
And still his body sang with pleasure, as if he wanted this to continue forever and ever and damn the consequences. Forget the future, enjoy the now!
Nicole lay on top of him. Her full breasts rested on his chest. George's eyes, holdouts from the revolution she'd instilled in his flesh, pleaded with her to stop. Nicole crushed her soft lips against his and stole the breath from his lungs.
Her skin felt so hot against his. A raging furnace.
George was coming apart inside. His pieces were dismantling, becoming firewood to fuel her flames.
The tide of pleasure rose up and claimed the last of George's thoughts.
It was wonderful, the most natural thing in the world. He felt only the contentment of absolute release as the deep deep darkness rose up to envelop him.
* * * *
George jerked awake with a gasp.
What? Where?
The bed. He lay in a shallow, comfortable depression in the centre of Nicole's waterbed. And Nicole . . .
The demon was still on top of him. She looked down at him. The stark, perfect beauty of her features contrasted with her horns and empty black eyes. She placed the neck of a bottle against George's lips.
"Drink," she ordered.
She upended the bottle and a trickle of sweet liquid passed between George's lips. He recognised the taste as that moreish wine he'd drunk earlier, only now it seemed even more delicious. He gulped it down like a parched man finding water in a desert.
Nicole took the bottle away, much to George's disappointment. He lifted his head up and saw Nicole was still sitting on his crotch. The lips of her labia were splayed and pressed against his body. He couldn't see his penis. It was still inside her. Inside the succubus.
"Did you think I was done with you?" she said.
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George had thought she was done with him, to the point of doing him in. His relief at finding himself alive and still breathing was tempered by his fear of the demon sitting astride him. She still had his penis.
"And don't think the usual male weakness will save you," Nicole said.
Her vagina pulsed. A warm, thick fluid poured into her fleshy cavity and submerged George's trapped cock. Nicole closed her eyes and murmured. Her vaginal walls slowly undulated, stirring the fluid around his erection and massaging it into his flesh.
George gasped. His hips twitched. His cock surged back to full hardness and strained, eager to burrow deeper inside her. The sudden rush of blood made him feel woozy.
"I can keep you hard for weeks," Nicole purred.
She wriggled her hips, rubbing more of her juices into George's throbbing penis. He couldn't move. The slightest motion and his over-aroused cock would rub up against her vaginal walls, incapacitating him with a burst of intense pleasure. She had him completely helpless and she knew it.
He noticed something odd with the tattoos on Nicole's side, just below the curve of her right breast. The black lines didn't seem as clearly delineated as before. It was like the black ink was running. Or—and this must be a trick of the subdued light—Nicole was bleeding as the sharp lines of her tattoos dug into her flesh like razor wire.
"What happened . . . earlier?" George asked. He feared the answer.
"You passed out," Nicole said. "Anyone would think you'd never had sex before."
Her lips turned up in a mischievous smile.
"Sorry," she said. "Couldn't resist."
She tweaked his nipples.
"No one will be able to tease you about your virginity in the future," she said. "It's gone. The wicked succubus sucked it right out of you."
"Was that all you took?" George asked. "It felt like . . ."
His recollections were hazy. He remembered both terror and incredible pleasure, a feeling of coming apart and being drawn up into Nicole's body as she lay on top of him.
". . . you were sucking out my soul."
It was strange to use the word. George didn't really believe in souls and that kind of thing—
He hadn't believed in the existence of devils either . . .
—but it seemed like the only explanation which made sense.
Nicole laughed. "Don't be silly. You wouldn't be talking to me now. Taking out a person's soul is like removing the batteries from a toy soldier. They cease to function."
A chill ran up George's spine. She was speaking from experience.
Nicole leant over him until her abyssal eyes were staring right into his.
"You had sex with a succubus, a being with complete mastery of the carnal arts. For your first time. It was too intense. You passed out."
It sounded like it made sense, George thought. But what about—
No, best not to go there. Let those memories stay buried in the dark, forgotten corners of his mind. A man could go mad if he thought about it too much. He could throw his life away in a crazy, self-destructive quest to recapture those sensations.
There were smudges on Nicole's cheeks—black like oil but very faint, as if she'd already wiped most of it away, leaving behind only these barely perceptible traces.
Her claws tickled the skin around his navel.
"Mmm, what to do now," Nicole mused.
"You could let me go," George suggested, more in hope than actual expectation.
Nicole sat up, tilted her head to the side, smiled.
can't." She shrugged.
She placed her hands flat on George's chest.
"It's a little embarrassing actually," she said.
She pushed down on George's chest and used the leverage to lift her hips. George felt a strong tugging sensation on his cock. Her vagina had clenched tightly shut around the root. Where Nicole went, George went too . . . if he wanted to remain a man.
"I really can't," Nicole said.
"Oh," George said.
"My vagina appears to have developed quite an attachment to your penis," Nicole said. "It'll relax in a while. Until then it does rather restrict what I can do to you. Hmm, let's see . . ."
She wriggled and attempted to swivel on George's cock. At first he was terrified she'd twist his manhood right off, but the swollen entrance to her vagina seemed to slide around his root easily enough. It was only when she attempted to lift her body off him that her orifice tightened up around the base of his cock and refused to release him.
"This is so embarrassing," Nicole said.
She manoeuvred her body through a full one hundred and eighty degrees. Then she leaned backwards—George's penis still inside her—until she was lying on top of him with her folded up wings flat against his chest.
"Better," Nicole said. She smiled up at George's reflection in the mirror. "I think we'll lie like this for a while. Consider it a respite."
She picked George's hands up off the mattress and placed them on top of her full breasts.
"Something for you to play with while we wait." She smiled up at the mirror.
She gave George's hands a squeeze, which in turn caused him to grope the ripe round curves of her breasts. The flesh was soft, warm and eminently squeezable. George wasn't sure which was hungrier for the touch—his hands or her breasts.
Nicole took her hands away. George's stayed where they were. He didn't have much say in the matter. Nicole's breasts might as well have been coated in superglue for all the chance he had of removing his hands. His fingers clutched and squeezed her boobs, seduced and enslaved by their weight and smooth texture. Normally, George would have been too embarrassed to paw and grope at a woman's bits like this, but he felt an illicit charge of pleasure as his fingers roamed over her lush curves. And shame. To take pleasure in groping her like a lecherous pervert.
"Naughty naughty fingers," Nicole purred.
She closed her eyes and stretched on top of him like a cat. He knew she was enjoying the shame she caused him.
George's fingers brushed up against a chain.
The key!
He remembered. She'd put it on a chain and hung it around her neck. Now if he could just hook a finger around the chain and slip—
Nicole opened an eye. The muscular walls of her vagina clenched around his cock hard enough to make his eyes water.
"What do you think you're doing?" she asked sweetly.
"N-n-nothing," George said.
Please don't crush my cock, he thought. How could she be so powerful down there?
One hand closed over George's. The other lifted up the key. It glinted as it swung on the end of the chain.
"Aww, you were after this," Nicole said. "How sweet."
Her vagina relaxed around his cock. George went from feeling as though his manhood had been trapped in a vice to feeling as though it was sunk in luxuriously soft putty. A gasp slipped from his open mouth. Her sex burbled and more warm fluids swirled around his cock. Her walls stroked against him in pleasant undulations. It didn't matter that their sexual organs were sealed together. She didn't need to move; the internal motions of her vagina were friction enough. The flesh stroked and stroked up his shaft and teased the end with moist kisses. George felt like he was being stroked up higher and higher, as if his hips were rising up off the mattress and he was floating up to heaven.
His cock throbbed and erupted within her. He pumped another great load of semen into her undulating warmth. The soft walls kept stroking and stroking, coaxing more and more juice from his straining manhood until finally he crashed back down on the soft bed. His head and arms lay limp on the mattress. Droplets of perspiration beaded his brow.
Nicole was as perfectly composed as ever.
"Are you really sure you want this key?" she asked.
The moist interior of her vagina squeezed and rubbed against the fleshy head of his spent cock. Sparks of pleasure cascaded through his trembling nerves.
George paused to catch his breath. "Yes," he wheezed out.
Nicole sat up.
"How disappointing," she said. "We've barely started and already you want to leave. My seductive powers really must be waning."
She lifted her body off him. George's erection was finally out from the hot, smothering confines of her vagina. He was horrified by how much he wanted to put it back there.
Nicole reached over to fetch the bottle of wine from the shelf. There was no outpouring of liquid from her sex. While within her, George's cock had been flooded with her juices. He'd added great spurts of his own semen to the mix. Yet not a dribble escaped Nicole's vagina. She'd absorbed it all.
She put the bottle to George's lips and poured in some of the contents. Relishing the sweet taste, George greedily gulped it down.
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