Marc had never been more terrified to have a girl holding his erection. There was a lump in his throat, the hair on the back of his neck was standing on end, his skin was covered in nervous goosebumps, and it felt like he was sweating bullets without a hint of perspiration.
Sophia gave him an exasperated look.
"If you hold still, this will be done sooner," she chastised. "And please, you said you trusted me, so please, relax will you?"
The buzz of the hair trimmers sounded like a droning doom to Marc as Sophia deftly manoeuvred the clippers over his scrotum. He'd agreed to let her trim his pubic hair, on the grounds that she would be able to do even freakier, more pleasurable things with it gone. Now he was having second thoughts, though she hadn't nicked him yet.
"Can't you use magic or something?" he mumbled, cock twitching in her hand, invigorated by some initial pleasing touches, and kept hard with a bit of her magic, because Marc was certain it was twitching in fear and wouldn't be erect without Sophia's little 'cheats'. But it made her job easier, according to her.
"No, not really," she answered as she carefully drew the blades up the backside of his erection. "I'm not that powerful, changing the bodies of others is way harder than changing my own."
"But it's just hair."
"Yeah, it's just hair, but right now trimmers and wax are better options than my powers. So just quit squirming, I'm almost done."
He winced at the mention of wax, the few strips she'd used on him thus far more than a little painful, though her powers helped with the discomfort.
But, even in his panic, Marc could see the fruits of her efforts, his pubic hair slowly trimmed away to reveal bare skin, the wax strips she'd initially applied effective in removing the stubble, though she couldn't be too swift.
She produced some scissors, and removed a few niggling roots of hair along his testicles. She applied a few more wax strips, making him grunt in pain, doing his best not to scream out like a bitch.
Eventually, however, she put her instruments of torture away, lathered a cream into her hand, and gave him a few tantalising, twisting strokes around his shaft, and fondled his balls, lathering the stuff into his member and jewels. All the discomfort faded instantly, and he let out a few stimulated pants, before Sophia released his genitals, only to rinse his length down with a cup of water, splashing out into the bowel she'd placed beneath his crotch whilst he sat leaning backwards on a small block stool, collecting hair and whatever else.
His member stood glistening and clean, and utterly smooth. It honestly looked great to him, it looked bigger, it looked cleaner.
"Whoa... that does look good," he admitted as he admired his own dick.
Sophia leaned back, smirking confidently.
"I told you you could trust me~" she asserted smugly. "And now look at you... looking rather studly there, bro~"
He rolled his eyes.
"You're never gonna stop that, are you?"
"I thought you'd have figured that out by now~" she answered teasingly, eyes wandering over his boner, before glancing up at him. "You know... it'd be a waste to let you go soft~"
Marc couldn't help a thin smile as she made the suggestion, his cock bobbing eagerly.
"What have you got in mind?"
"Well, given what I got your groin all naked for, I think I should offer a... demonstration~"
She dropped to all fours and pushed the bowl aside, gently spreading Marc's legs wider so she could get her head close to his junk
"We'll make this quick, we have to do some shopping today for mum and dad."
"Yeah, yeah, I haven't forgotten. But how quick this is relies solely on you, Sophia," he remarked with a small smirk.
Her grin turned devious and dangerous, putting some nerves back into Marc.
"Oh, it'll be quick~" she said... and then opened her mouth to let her tongue snake out, much further than any human tongue could ever dream off. Inches unfurled past her lips, bending in the air like a tentacle as it made for his member, the tip of her tongue first grazing along his balls, slowly wrapping up his sack and giving the orbs within a gentle squeeze.
The muscle coiled around further, slithering around his root and slowly up his shaft.
"Holy shit," Marc exclaimed, finding no other words to express his feelings at the sight... and the sensation, a little gasp leaving him as inches of wet, slippy tongue slid against his cock and balls with a spiralling, gliding sensation.
Her lips were tugged into a devious smile, and with a small, open-mouthed laugh, she began to work away once the tip of her tongue was grazing along his glans, slipping up the sloped side to press to the opening. She started stroking his cock with her muscle, contracting and widening the gaps between the coils of her tongue, slicking his shaft with her saliva. He could even hear it, a lewd sound of quiet squelching and subtle squishing.
The tip of her tongue rubbed at his glans, gathering up every drop of precum that oozed from his tip before it even had a chance to roll down his member.
All the while, his balls were massaged and gently tossed about in their sack by the inches of tongue that wound around it.
The motions only grew more erratic as well, slippery flesh twisting and rubbing every which way, but not once did she bring her lips to his shaft, or his balls. They remained well away from him, twisted into a haughty smirk, Sophia knowing full well she'd won.
Not that Marc minded much, though he was still blown away by the genuinely freaky nature of what she was doing.
Her tongue had extended to a length rivalling some actual snakes, with dexterity akin to tentacles. And she was stroking him off with it.
No wonder he could already feel himself nearing a climax, his hands pressing hard into the tiled floor of the bathroom.
"Fuck, I'm gonna..." he warned as more precum dribbled from his tip, swiftly lapped up by her relentlessly stroking tongue.
She giggled softly, confident in her skills and eager to see him blow his load... and when Marc saw the length of her tongue start to faintly glow, and when he felt a familiar tugging sensation in his junk and his core, and the euphoric pleasure that followed it, he knew it was definitely, going to be quick. Groans escaped him, then husky pants as her tongue moved faster, twisting, stroking, bunching together or spreading its coils apart, it did every erratic technique Sophia could manage with it coiled as it was... and it was more than enough for Marc, moaning a little harshly as she wrung his seed from his dick, white ropes of cum spattering down onto the muscle and the floor below. None of it landed on her face, even with how high the spurts went thanks to the utterly alien stimulation, and the ever so light energy drain, Marc watching as the current of the glow, swirling faintly around her tongue, ebbed into her mouth, before it faded when she released his cock, the last wisp of energy trailing behind the tip of her tongue as it was recoiled into her mouth. As if resetting her jaw and tongue, she smacked her lips and gave them a salacious lick, before smirking at him.
"I told you it'd be quick~" she quipped.
Marc huffed softly as he recovered from that orgasm; it wasn't the most potent she'd driven him to, but that... 'tonguejob'? It was something else.
"Guess you were... that was worth you putting blades to my dick," he admitted.
"Of course it was~ Now, get ready, we've got some shopping to do," she told him, rising to her feet as she grabbed a nearby sponge and tossed it onto the ground, moving it with her foot and wiping up Marc's cum.
He got to his own feet and found his pants, putting them back on and pushing the block he'd just been sitting on aside. Sophia picked the sponge up and placed it in the sink, and ran warm water through it... and some magic to draw out his cum, feeding on the essence still contained within.
His mind was still processing the situation, in a way, the surreal fact of having been made to cum with a prehensile tentacle-like tongue, and now both of them casually cleaning themselves up since they needed to do some shopping.
He felt like he should've been far more bewildered about it than he was... but the surreality was tempered with the mundane.
He got dressed and followed Sophia out of the bathroom, his crotch feeling a little strange, especially now that it no longer had hair.
"C'mon, we'll call a cab," she said.
"Yeah, right," he answered, though for as normal as that exchange was, he couldn't help stare at her ass, imagining it without the short, tight knee-length jeans she was currently wearing, that curvaceous posterior on full display.
He had to quell the memories lest his cock stir again, an inconvenience when going out in public.
They gathered their things - wallets and shopping bags - and rang the taxi.
Marc belatedly realised this was the first time they'd done anything normal since they first met, at least together. And without that air of discomfort and distance between them.
Though things weren't exactly normal either way.
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The taxi ride was short and brief, and they began making their way along the main pedestrian path along the CBD of the suburb. It was a weekend noon, so it was rather busy. People were out and about, buying things, eating at the cafes, walking their dogs.
A pretty ordinary Saturday. Marc almost forgot he was walking with a succubus, but that was never too far from his mind, especially with the looks she drew, in her tight jeans and her soft pink top, which did not cover her midriff. It was casual fashion, not unlike what a lot of other girls wore, but she could flaunt it without even trying. Even female eyes were drawn to her, and Marc thought he spied a few grumpy looks at distracted boyfriends.
It made him feel kinda self-conscious in a way, no doubt earning a bit of envy.
But, the looks were quick and hardly mesmerised. A few words were exchanged, but no more than the typical bombshell that happened to be walking the streets. Most returned their attention back to their own things. Marc turned his attention to their job, so as to not get distracted himself.
"Why did we come here? Why not stop at the supermarket?" he asked.
"Mum asked me to get a few things from the local boutique. And I figured we could stop by for a coffee before we get the shopping done," she explained, before casting him a small smile.
He did his best to stop himself being flustered. Not in public, he couldn't allow that.
"We're not dating, you know," he murmured.
"Can't a brother and sister hang out? Besides, I like my cafe coffees."
"I suppose that's fair, but what would your mum need at a boutique anyways? She seems to have that sorted pretty well."
"Oh Marc, a lady doesn't have to reveal all her secrets now," she teased with a small laugh. "C'mon, we'll get this quick so you don't have to suffer the girl stuff for too long."
"I'm not that self conscious."
Still, when he saw where they were going, he did feel like he was going to be a bit awkward; he couldn't readily make out the name, the signage was in fancy cursive text, and he didn't bother with the effort to figure it out, but the place had a full-frontal glass facade with mannequins in the front with the latest in upmarket women's fashion.
Was it the most upmarket place ever? No, but pricey enough and it definitely presented itself like it was a place where the who's who went, at least locally.
He was a guy in long navy pants and a beige T-Shirt.
He followed Sophia inside, his stepsister strutting in with enough confidence he could've believed she was the manager. The girl behind the counter certainly knew her.
"Sophia, hi! Glad to see you again," she greeted enthusiastically. She was probably no older than Sophia was, but she had a more 'formal' look to her. Similar clothes, but darker colours with less exposed skin, a nametag that read 'Chaney' and blonde hair done up in a ponytail. She looked cheerful, ready to help any customer, expected of someone at the desk. There weren't many other employees around, Marc only saw another similarly dressed woman, older, helping out a middle-aged lady looking at fancy handbags.
"Good to see you Chaney. Do you have any bottles of Night's Essence in stock?"
'Night's Essence'? It sounded like some potion from a video game.
"Yeah, we just got a new lot in last week," Chaney replied. "Usual amount?"
"One extra this time," Sophia said. "Oh, and that French rose oil, if you have any."
"I think we have some left, let me check."
Chaney left the desk and meandered off to look for the products. Sophia hummed softly to herself whilst she waited. Marc found it hard to ignore, it was a sweet, beautiful tune for something so casual.
Chaney came back with several cardboard boxes, packaged neatly and emblazoned with fancy labels, though it was cardboard nonetheless.
"Here you go," she said with a smile. "And we'll just send the invoice to your mother, yeah?"
"Sounds good to me," Sophia agreed. "Thank you again, Chaney."
"It's always our pleasure to work with you and Maria." Chaney then glanced at Marc, and then back to Sophia. "I'm guessing this is Marc, your stepbrother?"
"Yes it is," Sophia confirmed.
"You talk to people about me?" he interjected.
"It's not every day I get a step brother you know. There's a thing called socialising, Marc, where people talk about interesting things that have happened to them," Sophia quipped.
He went to retort, but held back his words; she did have a point.
"Well, it's good to see you two getting along," Chaney said. "Have a good day, you two."
With that, Chaney turned and let out a friendly 'Hi!' when she saw the next customer walk in, and that signalled the end of that interaction.
"Come on, lets go grab that coffee," Sophia said, leaving the store, Marc in tow. "She's cute, don't you agree?"
"I mean, I guess so," Marc conceded.
"You know, I could try and arrange something between you two, I think it'd be fun~"
"What, are you a matchmaker now?"
"Sometimes," she said with a smirk. "Among the many beliefs about us, we're seen as homewreckers... not entirely unfounded in times past, but these days, we'd rather 'spread the love' so to speak."
"Are you sure you should be talking about this kinda stuff in public?" Marc asked with a slightly lowered voice.
"Don't worry too much, most people don't pay attention in a crowd. But you're right, I'll probably explain some of the more explicit stuff in private."
They found a cafe and ordered cappuccinos, and whilst waiting, Marc leaned in close.
"Were you serious before? About setting me up with that girl, Chaney?"
She gave him a look, wry and devious.
"Do you want me to~?" she inquired teasingly.
Marc leaned back with a bewildered expression.
"You actually think I'd be okay with a one-night-stand or something arranged by my stepsister?" he retorted quietly.
"Why not~? It'd be fun... maybe I could even join in~"
"You're crazy."
She shrugged with a small chuckle.
"It's your choice, bro. Offer's always on the table~"
He let out an exasperated sound and shook his head. The server came to their table with their coffees, and once they'd left, Marc sighed out and tried to move the topic away from the idea of arranged threesomes.
Admittedly tempting, but it was already crazy enough he was fucking his stepsister, who happened to be a demonic nympho from hell.
He shook his head again.
"Let's not talk about sex in public, okay?"
"No problem with that," she agreed. "Though we don't have much else to talk about. Maybe you can tell me something interesting~"
She leaned in, elbows placed on the table, fingers laced together with her chin resting on them.
"I really don't have anything interesting to talk about," he mumbled. "My life isn't exactly interesting."
"You don't have any plans?"
He paused for a moment.
"Well, not much, other than uni at some point. Not sure what I'd do, maybe something to do with the sciences? I had some good grades in high school."
"Literature," she interjected.
"What?"
"I'd go into literature," she clarified. "Mum's a secretary, but she pretty much runs the company at this point. As for me, I was always good with books. I figure I could do something involved with that come time."
Sophia didn't strike Marc as the 'booky' time, but looks are often deceiving, as he knew very well by this point.
"Maybe you could be a historian of literature," he suggested. "I'm sure you could make a living that way."
She could also make a living off her charm and wiles. She seemed to do so already, but maybe they liked having a side to their lives that wasn't just sex... much as they seemed too enamoured with that to care.
"Maybe. But that's in the future, and I don't usually think too long on the future. Just enough for some plans. I prefer to focus on the now."
"Yeah, I kinda picked up on that," he said, taking a sip of his cappuccino.
"Did you now~?" she mused. In the next moment, he felt her foot brushing against his thigh slowly and sensually below the table. He almost choked on his drink with a sputter, trying not to spill it, before shooting her a severe look.
"Not here," he grumbled lowly.
She giggled softly and her foot retreated.
"Ah, Marc, you need to take things easy."
"Easy?" he retorted.
He had a remark ready to go, but he was interrupted when a guy walked up to their table. He was in blue jeans with white joggers, a grey singlet loosely over his torso, and he had a silver chain around his neck.
Messy brown hair, blue eyes and an expression full of swagger. Conventionally attractive, but looking kinda like a tool. He had his attention on Sophia and was hardly giving Marc any thought, nothing more than a quick glance before turning a smile towards Sophia, an attempt to be charming.
"Heya," he greeted, standing at a slight lean, shoulders hunched and hands in his pockets. 'Cool guy' stuff.
It didn't give Marc much expectations for anything good. But if Sophia was into him, then so be it. She'd outlined their relationship from the start and he'd accepted that. A bit easier to swallow when this guy might have been no more than a meal for Sophia. Literally.
Unexpected to Marc though, Sophia returned the smile with only a thin one of her own, seemingly uninterested from the get go, but staying polite.
"Can I help you?" she asked.
"Just thought you'd like a coffee, on the house," he said.
Marc did wonder why this guy assumed he wasn't Sophia's boyfriend or something, he seemed pretty confident coming over here.
"I already have a drink, thanks," Sophia said. Polite but cool, she wasn't trying to entertain any notions with this guy. "Just trying to have a quiet conversation with my step bro."
"Step bro?" the guy echoed, Marc hearing the sense of eagerness in the guy's voice. Maybe he was just drawn by how hot Sophia was and wasn't expecting much luck, but now that he knew Marc wasn't a boyfriend, perhaps he was about to take his shot. "I didn't know you had a step brother, Sophia."
"You know her name?" Marc interjected. The guy turned to look at Marc with disguised disdain. Mild, but disdain all the same.
"Everyone knows her around here, dude. You'd think you'd know that," the guy said like Marc was an idiot.
Marc knew he shouldn't have gotten provoked, but he wasn't enjoying being treated like an idiot, already lining up a rebuttal.
However, it was Sophia who responded first.
"He moved here only a few weeks ago, he's still not that familiar with the place," she said, her voice a bit less cool than before. "I wouldn't hold it against you for not knowing everything about a place you'd only lived near after about a month."
The guy's eyes darted to the side for a moment, clearly thinking he'd make a tactical error. He relaxed his shoulders.
"Sorry, just surprised he didn't really know how well known you are," he said. "It's Gary, by the way."
"Well, Gary, were it any other time I'd be happy to talk, but I'd rather talk with my bro right now."
It was at this point that Marc expected Gary 'The Tool' to acquiesce and leave.
Instead, he seemed to get agitated.
"He's your step brother, you can talk to him at any time," Gary remarked. "I only get a few days off besides the weekend. No time like the present to get to know one another."
He tried to turn the charm back on, but Marc was flabbergasted; this was some toxic masculinity bullshit you only hear about online, he didn't think he'd ever be witness to it.
"Sorry to hear that you don't have the time to spare, but I'd really prefer to talk to my stepbrother right now, thank you," Sophia reiterated with some more notable firmness.
By now they were starting to draw attention to themselves, other cafe goers looking on at the scene. Marc resisted the urge to sink his face into his hands, fearing that'd somehow make things worse.
Not that he needed to do anything for that.
Gary pulled his hands out of his pockets and gesticulated in frustration.
"What, are you fucking him or something?" he blurted out.
Marc flinched, fighting down the panic that they'd been discovered when it was just some asshole throwing words around because he was mad.
It was at this point Sophia seemed to lose her cool. Her polite expression faded and now she looked angry. She rose from her seat to face Gary, arms crossed in front of her.
"You should leave before the staff make you," she warned.
Gary clenched his teeth and pointed at Sophia angrily.
"I just wanted to buy you a coffee and have a chat, bitch, why is that so hard?!"
"Not. Interested. Go away," Sophia stated in no uncertain terms.
This got Gary seething, he almost looked like he was about to throw a punch. It was then the staff intervened.
"Sir, I'm asking you to leave the premises, or we will call the police," the manager warned.
All eyes were on the altercation, and Marc wanted to shrink away from it all, yet part of him felt pathetic for not standing up for Sophia.
Gary finally got the message, and let out a small angry 'tch'.
"Enjoy your coffee with your pussy step bro, skank," he mumbled, stomping off with an insult at the manager. Then it was business as usual once he was gone.
Sophia rolled her eyes and sat back down, taking a few fast and deep sips of her drink.
"I can't believe how fucking fast that escalated, Jesus," Marc said, oblivious to the irony of the term he just used with present company. "Like, that seemed stupidly fast." He leaned in close and lowered his voice. "That wasn't some sort of weird succubus aura thing or whatever?"
"No, that was just a douchey asshole being a douchey asshole," Sophia said nonchalantly, though he could detect the exasperation. "Though you're right, he blew his gasket pretty quick. Some guys just have issues."
She took another sip of her cappuccino, and they were quiet. Marc then hung his head.
"Sorry I didn't back you up there," he apologised shamefully.
Sophia shook her head.
"Uh uh, I can and will take care of myself," she stated firmly. "He was losing his shit with me. Even if you were part of the reason, I'm taking responsibility for my own battles."
"Still..." Marc echoed.
"Still nothing. There might be times where I'd like or want your support, but only where appropriate. Otherwise, I'll deal with my own problems. That being said, you can always ask me for help."
Marc wasn't sure what to think about his stepsister-fuckbuddy being the one to support him if shit hit the fan. But it was surprising to see this normally casually seductive and devious girl display such levels of maturity.
"I suppose that's fair," Marc agreed. "Just don't want to seem like a coward."
Marc was surprised he said that, as he was always fairly anti-confrontation, to the point he considered himself a coward quite happily.
"Nothing cowardly about not wanting to get involved with a dickhead with no brains and too much testosterone. It's not worth it. Just lay down the law and only do what's necessary after that."
She took another quick sip of her drink, with Marc slowly drinking his own. They didn't exchange any further words, Sophia finishing her drink quickly.
As soon as Marc finished his, however, she stood up.
"Come with me," she said with some level of firmness and agitation, though it didn't seem like it was frustration directed at him.
"Okaaayy..." Marc trailed off, getting the feeling he shouldn't ask questions right now.
She paid for their cappuccinos and then led him through the streets until they found some public toilets. Sophia looked around, paused in front of the men's block, and then beckoned him to follow her inside.
"But that's the men's toilets," Marc exclaimed.
"There's no one in there, just humour me," she said with a huff.
Something had her riled up, and he didn't dare push her buttons right now, she was acting strange.
Which was saying something.
They ducked inside, and then he was pulled into one of the stalls, Sophia looking the latch behind them, waving her hand across its inner surface, palm glowing.
"What's the big idea?" he asked, only to be met with her turning around and swapping positions with him, gently pushing his back against the door.
"I need this," she said, pushing a knee up and pressing it against his groin. Marc's eyes widened in shock.
"What are you doin--"
She silenced him with a finger to his lips.
"Please, Marc. I'll be quick, I need to calm down."
He didn't understand how this was going to make her calm down. It certainly wasn't calming him down.
But he saw the look in her eyes, an agitated need. She seemed honest.
He sighed out.
"Alright, but quick," he muttered.
It wasn't the assertiveness of her urges that was bothering him in this instance, but rather the locale.
Still, she had cast some sort of spell, maybe one to keep this little escapade a secret from anyone that might enter. There was a sense of peril to it, but her kneading with her leg had started to earn some rigidity in his pants.
She seemed to relax a little, managing a smile now.
"Thank you."
She lowered her leg, and then moved to take a handful of his junk through his pants, earning a soft grunt from Marc.
Sophia began to knead gently, massaging his genitals, goading his cock to life.
Her other hand slipped up to cup the side of his face, and she leaned in to give him a gentle kiss.
Her tongue slipped into his mouth, and a moan followed when he felt a familiar sensation, her drain sending a tantalising buzz down his spine. It was light, Sophia only sipping a little bit. She didn't want to knock him on his ass whilst they were still in public.
Her kneading hand got what it wanted, Marc's cock straining within his pants, desperate to break free. It got its liberation, Sophia tugging down his pants and underwear at once until they were hanging down below his knees. He shivered, feeling a bit exposed in a toilet stall of the men's room, but he couldn't voice any complaints whilst locked in one of her exquisite kisses.
She grasped his cock again, fingers delicately and teasingly wrapping around his girth, giving him a few slow but luxurious twisting strokes, squeezing just enough it felt like she was trying to slowly milk him.
Precum began to bead from his tip, and that seemed to be what she sought, Marc feeling her palm gliding over his glans, flattening out and swirling around his member, lathering the slick substance into his skin. Lubrication, courtesy of his own arousal. It was nothing compared to actual lube, but it did the job just fine for what she had planned.
She spent a good minute pumping his shaft and lathering it up before she let it go, not once ending the kiss.
For a few moments, there was nothing upon his dick, no stroke or caress... and then he felt her bare thighs sandwich his manhood between their soft, pliant inner surfaces.
It earned a quick moan from him, a bit more pointed than the softer sounds caused by her draining kiss, a faint glow now just noticeable along the lower periphery of his vision.
Sophia let out a lusty sigh into Marc's mouth, drooping a little so his penis was now trapped right in the gap between her thighs, and pressed against her sopping labia, the folds splaying either side until he was slotted into her gash.
It was a different sensation. Similar to her titjob, but also unique in its own ways.
The fact she could kiss him at the same time was one of its key differences. And it felt a little different when she finally began to roll her hips, sliding her thighs back and forth along his member, labia gliding along and glazing the top of his shaft with her arousal, which was slowly smeared into the sides, adding to the overall lubrication.
He could feel the different in pressure from the different parts of her thighs, and he could feel the occasional touches from the lowest parts of her glutes. Her vulva pressed against his member, one tip and then the other, the middle rolling against the top of his mast thanks to the rocking motion of her twisting hips, pumping him, her spine undulating.
More precum joined the existing lubrication, and Sophia's efforts were rewarded with vigorous throbs, a sign of his slowly building orgasm.
Marc didn't want to just stand there. He reached around, and began to explore her body, one hand slipping up her back beneath her shirt, the other taking a handful of rump, squeezing and groping.
He liked touching her. He liked exploring her body. Every curve and contour. Her skin was so smooth, and she was so warm. Addictive.
Appropriate for a succubus, everything about her seemed designed to entice.
He felt her free arm snake around the small of his back, holding him close whilst she kept her other hand to his face, still not ending the kiss.
He did start to feel a mild fatigue, nothing too strong, but her sips of his energy were starting to add up.
Fortunately, she knew they didn't have all day to play in a toilet, beginning to pick up the pace.
Now her thighs were gliding faster along his cock, her strokes moving over his glans and adding to the stimulation he felt. He groaned, feeling the pressure building. He caressed her glute, slipping his fingers down the cleft, giving the cheek a good squeeze.
It felt too fucking good.
He tried to dance with her tongue with his own, but she was a more experienced kisser by far, and it felt like her tongue could twist in ways no human could manage, though it was impossible to tell for sure... though he knew she could stretch that thing to obscene lengths.
She started moving faster, enough that quiet slapping sounds were now audible. It made him worried of discovery. But he didn't try and stop proceedings now. He was so close...
He felt a surge of energy shudder up from his core, a brief increase in fatigue, as his spiritual barriers fell with his climax, moaning into her mouth as his hips bucked, and he sprayed the toilet seat with his cum.
She let out a shivering moan herself, relishing his energy whilst the momentary surge lasted.
His climax faded to a dribble, and then Marc stopped throbbing. They both slowed, until the kiss was broken with soft breaths between them, a final wisp of vaporous light curling over Sophia's lower lips. She smacked them, licked them, and then smiled warmly at her stepbrother.
"Thank you," she said. "I needed that."
"S-Sure," he stammered, yet to fully recover even from that light drain, but soon he felt his strength return, if only a little.
His stepsister stepped back, Marc groaning as her thighs rubbed against his softening but sensitive member one last time. She looked down and admired her handiwork.
"I'd say you enjoyed that too~" she remarked sensually, some of that devious seduction returning.
"Can't say I didn't, that'd be lying," Marc admitted. "Never been jacked off by a girl's thighs before."
Sophia chuckled and pecked him on the cheek.
"Every part a sexual weapon~" she recited, before waving her hand just above his cock. Purple-pink light washed over his softening member, and he felt an odd tingle. And once her pass was complete, his cock was all but dry, only a slight moisture remaining.
She turned around and did the same with the toilet seat, removing any trace of his semen, swirling vapours coiling around her wrist before disappearing into her skin, absorbing the small amount of energy within his cum.
"No one will ever know," she assured, pulling up her pants.
There was something a little freaky about the way she could just... do that. A reminder that she wasn't human, but it was definitely more than a little convenient.
"We should finish what we set out to do, then go home."
"Are you gonna explain why you got so worked up you needed to pump one out of me in a men's toilets?" Marc inquired.
"At home," Sophia answered.
It was reasonable to Marc, a toilet stall wasn't the ideal place for a conversation. He pulled up his pants, and the two of them walked out, Sophia seemingly vanishing for a moment.
Marc looked around outside, confused, until he spied her coming from the left, like she'd never entered the toilets.
"How?" he asked.
"An illusion. Again, tell you more at home," she answered.
Marc was a little less satisfied with that, but that was down to curiosity and impatience. But, if they got their errands done sooner, he'd get his answers sooner.
There was still much he didn't know about Sophia... and he really wanted to know.
---
The rest of their outing proceeded without further event or covert debauchery, arriving home with no sign of their parents. That wasn't out of the ordinary, and Marc was actually thankful for it, he'd be able to talk to Sophia without issue.
Once all the shopping was away, Marc turned to Sophia in the kitchen, leaning up against the fridge.
"Alright. Now, can you tell me why you had to pull me into a guy's toilet to wring one out of me?" he inquired with a raised eyebrow.
Sophia took a seat at the table, propping her body up on it with an arm.
"That guy, Gary," she began. "He was a huge asshole. And I can't just snap my fingers and make him dance like a circus monkey, not in public. He was awful to you and me. I know he wanted in my pants, and had he been respectful, I might've even entertained the notion, whether he remembered it or not. Girl's gotta eat. But, I may be a slut, but I like to think I have some modest standards."
It was again surreal to see her so casually mention the fact she fucked other people. Was he feeling jealous?
Maybe a little, but he reminded himself that this was no ordinary relationship, and she wasn't just some loose fuckbuddy. It was sustenance for her.
"So you wouldn't bone him then?" Marc surmised.
Sophia shook his head.
"As soon as he started losing his mind, I wanted nothing to do with him. You're right, the speed at which he turned into a raging douche was totally unusual... but I don't think he was quite right in the head."
"Gee, what gave that away?" Marc quipped sardonically.
"I'm not just saying that," she clarified. "We can read thoughts, remember. I'm not quite to that level just yet, but I can still sense things. Emotions and mental states. And there was something a bit... off with him."
Marc looked off in consideration. It sounded like a skill he would've liked to have.
"Does it get difficult? Being able to read thoughts?" he asked.
Sophia shrugged.
"Not really," she answered. "We can pick up on a lot of things passively, but we can ignore what we choose. It's not like we're constantly being bombarded with the thoughts and emotions of everyone around us. That'd make being stealthy hard."
She made for the sink, pulling out a glass from a cupboard and filling it up with tapwater. She took a few sips before continuing.
"But strong or unstable thoughts tend to stick out to us, and that asshole fit the bill. Just keep an eye out, okay? He probably sees you as a target now."
"No need to tell me that," he agreed. "I'm not unfamiliar with guy's like that, they just gotta associate you with something that pissed them off for them to hold a grudge. It just sucks."
"Best you can do is stay away from him," Sophia suggested between sips. "If it gets bad... well, I can always modify his memory. Or mother, she's better at that than me."
Marc felt a chill along his spine. The casual mention of erasing or modifying someone's mind seemed... sinister to him. But he remembered that she was always ready to do that to him if he asked. And that she did it already to others whom she fed on, to hide her presence.
Even still, it seemed dark to do it in such a manner.
Sophia gave him a look. Perhaps she'd picked up on that thought.
She shrugged and drank the rest of her drink, rinsing and wiping it out and placing it in the dishrack to dry.
"Oh well, mum and dad will be home soon," she informed as she made to leave the kitchen, stretching her arms above her head and tugging her shirt up a bit, revealing more of her midriff. "We can talk more later."
She then paused next to him, turning her head and giving him a seductive look.
"Ooorrr... tonight we can have some fun~"
She let out a sensual croon, and then a giggle as she walked past, brushing her hand across one of his thighs.
"Sounds like a plan," Marc agreed with a thin smile. He could ask about the illusion she pulled later, there'd always be time. He was starting to get used to this new relationship.
---
Dinner was pretty standard, some butter chicken all around, with wine for their parents. They talked a bit after dinner, watched some news, before Marc and Sophia adjourned to their bedrooms, leaving Peter and Maria to chat in the living room, like they usually did.
As the night grew long, and Marc started getting bored of browsing memes and forums, he heard a knock on the door.
He knew who it was, and he immediately thought on Pavlov... because he was already feeling a fluttering in his chest and his cock stirred just that little bit.
"Come in," he said quietly, turning around as Sophia entered the room.
She was in a faux-silk gown, thin and silvery with a pink sheen, and barely fitting her. The ribbon tie around her waist barely concealed anything, her bust almost exposed and her crotch almost visible at the top of the V-shaped cleft between either side of the gown.
There was nothing on beneath.
"Damn," he said with praise, shutting his computer down, since he doubted he was getting back on. He hadn't every other time, her feasting usually put him to sleep pretty quickly. "You know how to make an entrance."
"It's second nature, Marc~" she said with a musically sensual voice, self-confident and assured, Sophia making a bit of a flourish with her arms as she strode forward. "Seduction is an instinct~"
"No kidding," he mentioned with a slightly huskier voice as his pants started to strain from his erection.
Her eyes met the bulge, and she licked her lips with a narrowed gaze.
"Already up for me, hmm~?" she purred as she stepped closer, that swaying gait mesmerising. "All hot and bothered for your sexy stepsister~?"
She laughed and then straddled his waist, resting her weight upon his crotch, Marc grunting softly as he felt her rump press against his tent. Her breasts pushed against his T-shirt, and he could feel her nipples, firm with arousal, poking him through the layer of cotton. Whatever material her gown was made of, it barely even registered.
She draped her arms over his shoulders, crossing them behind him. She started to grind into his crotch, shifting her weight, pressing and rubbing those pliant glutes into his groin, massaging and teasing his member, unable to touch what it so desperately wanted.
Sophia looked down at him, a thin, devious smile drawing him in.
"You're so... hot," Marc murmured.
She leaned in close until their lips were almost touching.
"And I'm all yours tonight~" she whispered, and then she kissed them, slow and sensual, tongue slipping into his mouth, rubbing his own.
The soft wet smacking was music to his ears, even if it was as quiet as a whisper, but the feeling of her luxurious lips meshing and twisting against his mouth was the true delight. He worked his jaw away in return, his tongue joining the dance.
His hands moved to her rump, caressing them in a circular fashion, feeling how little her gown hid her smoothness... but it still did something. He wanted to really feel her, touch her.
His circular motions grew wider, caressing the whole of her cheeks before they started slipping her gown up... and then his hands were touching her skin. She was silky smooth, and warm, and he murmured happily into her kiss. He squeezed each of her glutes, feeling their mass fill the gaps of his fingers, feeling how pliant they were, how much more they resisted his sinking fingers than even her perky breasts. She wiggled her hips in response, chuckling in the kiss.
When she stopped, Marc used that opportunity to give her an ever so light slap across a rump cheek, just a playful smack. It earned another chuckle, Sophia breaking the kiss.
"Seems like you're getting into it, bro~" she crooned, caressing one of his cheeks with the back of her hand.
He'd given up telling her not to call him 'bro' during these sessions. Maybe he was even starting to find a sick sense of delight in it.
"Are you really surprised? I think you're an addiction," he admitted. There was something unexpectedly meta about that, considering what she was, their apparent reputation.
But she simply laughed and poked him gently on the tip of his nose.
"I'm bad for you in all the right ways~" she teased, before attacking his neck with a gentle suckling bite. A shaky breath loosed from Madden's mouth at this, whining softly when he felt her tongue slowly rolling and curling against his skin between her lips.
He then felt her drain, that wending sensation as she started siphoning his essence... though it felt different to have it drawn more directly out of his skin than his mouth or cock.
It was a faint drain, as it usually was at the start. Maybe it was her appetiser.
Either way, the tingling arousal soon followed. Precum stained his underwear, cock throbbing with desperate need.
She loved foreplay. She liked to tease him first.
'Playing with her food' perhaps. If that was the case, Marc didn't mind her having some fun. It made it all the more euphoric for him.
She let go of his neck, and the drain vanished, a few minor wisps of light snaking over her lips. She let out a savouring sigh, fixing him with demonic eyes, glowing softly.
"You want more, bro~?"
She trailed a fingertip up his face, prompting a shiver from him.
"Yes..." he answered softly, still feeling up her ass, squeezing and kneading her perfectly shaped cheeks.
She smiled deviously.
"Good~" She rose from her seat atop of his lap, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and pulling him up with her. She backed up towards his bed, and then fell down on it.
She held up a finger, telling him to wait. He did, not even questioning it.
Then, she pulled her finger to her crotch, and slowly trailed it up her exposed midriff until it came to the tie holding her gown closed, even if it hardly hid anything.
Her other hand came to it slowly, sensually, and with delicate, seductive motions, the tie gradually came undone. And with it, she was able to open her gown outwards, exposing her bust.
Even now, Marc was practically hypnotised by her perfect breasts, gravity tugging on them in just the right way. They were enticing, like forbidden fruits.
Everything about her was like a forbidden fruit. It was her nature.
She chuckled sensually and drew a finger down from her bust across her belly to her now exposed pussy, the slit glistening with moisture.
"I've given you head before~" she said seductively. "Now it's time to return the favour~"
She slipped the digit down across her clit and between the folds of her vulva, Sophia gasping softly, before bringing her finger to her lips and sucking her own flavour.
It took a moment before her request clicked in Marc's head.
"You mean... eat you out?" he said.
He understood her perfectly, but he'd never had a girl ask this of him before. Let alone even actually having the chance to do it. He wasn't sure.
"Don't you want to have a taste~?"
"No, yeah, just... I don't know if I'll be able to do it properly."
She gave him a sympathetic smile.
"Relax, Marc~ I'll help you through it... first, get out those clothes, you need to be comfortable... and I can just feel how much that cock of yours is aching for freedom~"
Each punctuated word just capitalised how voraciously horny she was.
And he was more than happy to oblige, his normally comfortable clothes felt stiff and restrictive.
He was less graceful disrobing than she was. But he was stripped down soon enough, his cock bobbing eagerly, tip stained with precum.
He was half tempted to just push himself in there and then. But he knew what she wanted, and frankly, she was right, it was only fair he gave her head.
He just didn't feel confident... yet the chance to eat a girl out was too great to pass up.
He crouched down between her legs, and immediately felt her legs rest on his shoulders. He could even feel the heat of her thighs radiating against his cheeks.
"Take it slow~" she instructed. "Use your tongue only, first~ I can trust you to find my clit, right~? Give that attention, but don't neglect the other parts. Slow licks first, then faster when you get a feel for it~"
Her words were fairly normal, as normal as they could be given the subject... but her tone was dripping with seductive presence. He hung on every word, and he had a need to fulfil her request.
He turned his attention to her vulva, sliding his hands along her inner thighs until they were near her mound, using his thumbs to spread her delicate labia apart, revealing the glistening pink flesh between.
He'd watched plenty of porn, but he didn't think he could apply anything he saw as a lesson.
But her womanhood was inviting, and he picked up on a faint perfume-like scent, though one that seemed more natural than anything worn.
It made his shaft throb. Perhaps another enticing trait of the succubi?
He leaned forward... and unfurled his tongue slowly up her vulva, gently pressing the muscle into the flesh between the folds.
Sophia sighed out, and a hand moved to his head, gently gripping the top of his skull.
"That's it, make sure to use the tip of your tongue, get into the folds~" she encouraged.
He nodded an affirmative, and started bobbing his head a little to get his tongue up and down her pussy.
He curled his tongue to press into the space where the inner and outer labia met, on either side, before guiding his tongue to her erect clitoris. He was cautious around it, he didn't want to hurt Sophia, so he curled his muscle slowly against the nub, sliding up its side, pressing into the root, gently wiggling the tip between the bump and the hood.
Soft, slightly shrill moans were his reward for his efforts, Sophia's breath turning husky.
"Just like that~" she assured softly. "Explore me... get a feel for my body, for my taste... let it draw you in with its temptation~ And when you feel ready, put a bit more energy into it~"
Her words were equally as encouraging as they were seductive. Pulling him down to depravity, yet helping him do it himself.
He left her clitoris briefly to give the rest of her vulva some attention, sliding his tongue down the edge of her labia. He planted a kiss on each of her inner thighs, he couldn't help himself.
He didn't need spit to get her slick, her own arousal was doing the job effectively enough... and like the sweet scent he'd detected, she had a pleasing taste; mild, not easily noticeable, but enough to make one want to go just that little bit deeper.
He started licking a little faster, trailing his tongue up and down her slit, feeling how her labia parted against his muscle, how her flesh gently flexed from stimulation. Her tiny jolts whenever he gave her clit a soft flick.
He drew a little closer until he was able to clasp his lips against her mound, and began to suck. Softly at first, but he tried to impart a mild suction upon her sensitive parts, first focusing on her vulva more directly, tongue gently waggling against her entrance and worming from one tip of her gash to just below her clit.
He was rewarded with more arousal, a sweeter flavour encouraging him to continue.
It didn't take long for his cock to start painfully straining with need. He pulled a hand away from one of her thighs so he could start jerking himself off slowly, if only to give his cock some attention, but it wouldn't be satisfied with just his hand, not with Sophia so close, so... eager.
That'd come later, right now she wanted him to return the favour after all the times she'd sucked him off. It wouldn't be fair if he didn't at least try to push her over the edge.
He felt a tingle on his tongue, and caught a glimpse of an almost imperceptible mote of light flickering to life and death around the bottom of his peripheral vision.
There were more, and then came the faintest tugging sensation in his face, and he realised Sophia was draining him.
Ever so lightly, just enough to give his lips and tongue a bit of a pleasant... buzz? It didn't seem like the right word, but it felt good either way.
More sighs left Sophia's mouth, biting her lower lip sensually. Her grip on his head firmed up, and then he felt her legs crossing over his back and tightening around his head.
He was trapped against her muff now, but she didn't restrict his movement too much.
But the feeling of confinement, combined with her miniscule drain, gave her a dangerous feel about her. Like a bug caught by a Venus fly trap, drawn into doom by enticing smells.
He wondered if she could've locked her legs tighter around his head. Intensified the drain, sucked him dry, forcibly grinding his mouth against her nethers.
He wondered why the idea aroused him so much.
"More~" she crooned, a seething breath of pleasure forcing its way past her teeth. "Faster~"
He obliged, feeling a bit more confident in his efforts despite his waning confidence in this position... not that it was uncomfortable.
Her thighs pressed to the sides of his head, her calves resting against the back; soft, pliant, and firm, all where it mattered.
It was enough to make even him moan, and all Marc was doing was stroking himself.
He started to gently work his jaw away at her vulva, waggling and flicking his tongue with a bit more speed and energy. He then latched to her vulva more directly, and carefully suckled on it, lashing his tongue up and down its tip.
A pleasured cry left her lips. He was thankful for her abilities, or they would've potentially given away what they were doing.
At least, he assumed she cast a spell.
He didn't want to stop now either way, not when her legs tightened further around his head and he felt a mild shivering through her. Was she nearing an orgasm?
Was he about to make her cum without fucking her?
The thought was invigorating, she had wrung him out so many ways already, it felt good to be able to push her over the edge at least once.
He worked faster, and as he did, he felt her shivering get a bit more intense... but as she seemingly neared orgasm, the stronger her drain became, the motes of light he sometimes spied growing more noticeable.
He moaned from the supernatural stimulation, but Marc was determined not to cum from this. As kinky as that would've been, he wanted this chance... even if she remained in charge in some fashion, with the way her legs were so tightly wrapped around his head now.
He had to get breaths where he could, inhaling through his nose.
He made the mistake of peering up a little, looking into her eyes; they were so full of lust and forbidden desire.
Maybe she was unwittingly using her charm powers, or maybe her eyes just held that kind of erotic fire in them. Either way, it was mesmerising, almost hypnotic, Marc very nearly losing focus.
He managed to pry his gaze away so he didn't lose his rhythm. Yet that moment of distraction, that sense of her passive allure, of how easy she was to get drawn into... it was starting to appeal to Marc.
In a bizarre way, he was almost envious of her other 'feeds'. It must have been a different experience being subject to her every wile and charm, trapped and seduced.
He wondered if he was becoming sick in the head... but he didn't care.
He lashed his tongue just that little bit more... and with an ecstatic 'Yes~!', he was rewarded with a spasm from his stepsister, a small surge of fluids gracing his mouth with a sweet taste as orgasm wracked her.
It was no explosive climax, but Marc didn't care. He was far too pleased and euphoric knowing he managed to get a succubus to cum.
But the elation was semi-short lived thanks to the spike in the intensity of her drain; it seemed the strength multiplied regardless of who was orgasming.
He moaned involuntarily, the stimulation intense for but a moment as he was held tight against her spasming vulva by her locking legs, Sophia grabbing a fistful of his hair before finally letting go, legs dropping to his sides.
He took in a breath, feeling a bit weakened between her drain and her aroma; it seemed subtle, but over time it wore him down, made him more aroused, more... susceptible.
Her legs locking around him like that, it really was a trap. It was hot.
Naturally, she was ready to go almost immediately, giggling deviously and sitting up, reaching down to wipe his lips down with a thumb, seductively running her tongue across the digit to taste herself.
"You did well, bro~" she praised. "But I don't think either of us are done~"
"You got that right," he said a bit breathlessly, but he was regaining composure quickly enough.
She flashed him a playful, devious smile, giggling before throwing herself back onto the bed.
She looked at him, some strands of her hair hanging over her face and framing her eyes, making her seem that more exotic and enticing when she beckoned him with a finger.
"You want to fuck me, don't you~?" she remarked, capping her words with a sensual lick of her lips.
It was an offer he couldn't refuse. His heart started pounding, and he pulled himself up onto the bed, crawling over to Sophia, who giggled lasciviously.
"So eager... you've changed a bit in such short time, bro~" she teased, brushing a fingertip across his cheek. "You were more content to let me do the work, to let me feed... now you want to take the lead~"
"Shut up," he muttered, face flushing red. "We're in this deep, I may as well have some fun... right?"
She chuckled softly and cupped his other cheek in her palm.
"I don't always top, Marc~ Sometimes being the bottom feels so... electric~"
Power bottom was more like it, Marc thought.
Even as he manoeuvred between her legs, running his hands along her smooth legs, admiring her form, her beauty, her forbidden allure, he couldn't shake the sense of it being a trap. Again, that he was being lured to his doom by an enchanting seductress who, when he was most vulnerable, would clamp down around him and take everything from him.
It's how those stories went, didn't they? The succubus would seduce the man, he'd fuck her, and in so doing, keep going until he basically fucked himself to death, unable to break free of the spell.
Of course, Sophia hadn't ripped out his soul just yet. She wouldn't hurt him.
But trap him and not let him go until he was exhausted? That he expected.
And he didn't mind. He'd still get to taste the forbidden fruit.
He shuffled closer, until he was kneeling between her thighs. He took a grip of his cock, and brought it to her slit. She was so wet, his glans practically glided off her vulva with the first rub, teasing her a little.
"Goddamn, you're fucking soaked," he quipped.
"God would damn this, but he doesn't have power over me~" she retorted with a chuckle.
He wondered, with that and many other remarks, if God was real.
Not that it'd matter, not to Marc, he was too far gone by this point to think repentance would help him.
He let go of his cock briefly, gripping her thighs so he could nestle his length between her labia, allowing him to slowly thrust back and forth along her gash, teasing her, getting his cock nice and wet, at least on one side, putting off the inevitable for as long as possible, wanting to enjoy the foreplay.
He groaned already, and felt a second-long tingle as a brief wisp of energy coiled around his manhood, drawn into pussy, just one more thing that made this seem like an irresistible trap.
He couldn't forget that this was much a meal for her as it was pleasure. For her, they went hand in hand.
Marc resisted the urge to just push himself inside, straight to the hilt, keeping up his rubbing for a bit longer. He could feel her clit against the underside of his cock, lightly pressing into it as the erect nub stayed pliant against his shaft. Sophia let out a pleasured whine, arching her body in a tantalising way, rolling her head backwards, running a hand down her body and then up it, a provocative display.
He wanted to tease her, to see if she'd respond to some snarky remarks, but he was too taken by the flexing and twisting of her body; slow, graceful, sensuous. Exotic.
Hypnotic.
"Mmm, don't hurry on my account~" she whispered seductively, trailing a fingertip down his chest. "Savour every moment~"
He grunted, trying to fight his distraction, but she wasn't helping. Even telling him not to hurry made him want to stick it in immediately.
"It's not fair," he complained huskily. "You make me go crazy."
She laughed, arching her back and leaning up to peck him on the lips.
"I know~ I love it~ Making you lose control in some fashion or another~ Breaking down your barriers... and you love it too~"
She chuckled almost evilly before leaning back. Marc hated how right she was, and yet he loved how she said it.
He rubbed a few moments longer, before he finally had enough of waiting. The underbelly of his manhood was soaked, though he didn't need any lube for the rest of his cock; her pussy would tend to that soon enough, and he was leaking plenty of precum onto her slit.
He rocked his hips back, once more grasping his length to align it with her pussy. A last few teasing rubs... and he pushed inside with a little jolt once past the initial resistance of her entrance.
They both let out moans of pleasure as Marc sank to the hilt inside of her, feeling those walls wrap around him with the warmth and comfort he'd only known a few times, but could never forget.
"Fuuuuuuck." It was all he could really say in the moment. He felt the lust in him surge. The exact kind of thing she wanted from him.
He didn't take long to start moving, rocking his hips, back and forth, as usual. He still wasn't too experienced, their 'intimate' relationship was still new... but with her, he was learning.
He tried to match the way she moved. He knew he'd never manage it, she had preternatural advantages. But at least trying, he figured it'd help him do better.
It also made him feel more stimulation too, with how much smoother he was sliding his cock against her walls, which gently squeezed, her folds digging into the underside of his corona just that little bit.
Marc started moving faster, until their hips were gently colliding with an audible smacking, prompting him to start panting softly in pleasure.
Sophia meanwhile let out hitched breaths and lusty sighs, running her hands down her body some more, touching her breasts, then moving to caress his body.
He could hear the wet 'schlicking' of his shaft sliding in and out, and it only made things more debauched.
"I can... fuck... I can understand how you could kill a guy with this," he remarked breathlessly.
"Only if I wanted to... and I wouldn't want that for you~" she crooned assuredly, giggling after. "A stepbro is too fun~"
Even if not fatal, it was definitely addictive; her sex was just tight enough to give his cock a snug fit without slowing him down, perfectly adapted to him.
Once he got into a steady rhythm, he let one hand leave a thigh, trailing along her body, focusing on how her skin felt sliding beneath his palm and fingers. Smooth, silky, warm. Touching her was incredible.
He slowed as he slipped his caress over her belly, feeling it flex beneath his palm from the touch as she arched and twisted from the pleasure.
Then he brought his touch to a breast, cupping the globe and giving it a gentle squeeze, sliding his hand around her breast, up through her cleavage, around the side, gently flicking a nipple with his thumb, before sliding his palm to cap the top of it, groping her softly.
She sighed and giggled, a hand gently grasping his wrist.
"You like touching me, don't you Marc~?"
"Can't help it," he admitted as he looked at her bust. "You feel incredible."
She chuckled again.
"Thanks~"
Even a single word made his head buzz with eagerness. He started moving faster... and that was when he felt her drain really start. The glow formed, their auras emerged, and the swirling spirals of faint light twisting away from him into her signified the beginning of her feed. A light weakness coursed through his body, and a sweet moan of pleasure left Sophia's lips.
Yet, for as much as she sapped his energy, the extra pleasure only fuelled him.
He now doubled over her, letting go of her thighs completely, groping both of her breasts eagerly, earnestly, squeezing and massaging them in his hands. His pants were a little short of breath, but nothing that stopped him rolling his hips with greater speed.
Slowly, he lowered himself closer to her body, until she reached up and cupped the side of his face, looking into his eyes with an inviting expression, smacking her lips seductively.
He moved his hands away from her breasts to her shoulders for leverage.
He looked deep into her eyes, a faint glow in the corneas. It was easy to get lost in them, to lose all sense of direction and place.
Easy to get lost in her.
She smiled, and opened her mouth. The back of her throat began to glow, and Marc felt what he was expecting, a new flow of energy off his core, going up his throat, complementing the flow through his cock.
His jaw was forced open, not that he resisted, and he saw the vaporous light pour from his lips, siphoned down into her gullet.
The pleasure was alien but exquisite. There was a frightening element to it, especially as he felt himself weaken. He was literally letting his life force be sucked away. Yet it felt so good, imparting an erotic pleasure that wasn't just physical, but mental. It got into his nerves, into his very-real soul. It was encompassing, making him all the more aroused.
And as she fed, her eyes grew brighter, the aura around hers also growing more noticeable.
And Marc dropped lower until their lips met, the stream of light being trapped between their mouths, but it hadn't gone anywhere. It just diminished a little so he could move his jaw and work his tongue to return the kiss.
He moved his hands up beneath her back, holding onto her as he began to thrust even faster than before, feeling the pressure building. He didn't expect to last much longer, she was ravenous now, moaning loudly into his mouth.
And then her legs wrapped around his waist, and locked tightly. He only had enough range of motion to keep a rough pounding going, but he had to shorten his thrusts... and the closer he felt to climax, the tighter her legs squeezed. Her arms also moved to embrace him, the one cupping the side of his face now clasping the back of his head, and the other wrapping around his back.
Now he was truly trapped, the helpless prey of this hellish predator. And it was amazing. He couldn't even warn her that he was about to cum, her kiss and her drain a more effective gag than anything that could be shoved between his teeth or wrapped over his mouth.
It was also getting harder to thrust, Marc's strength now really starting to wane. He did his best to endure, but such a pleasure was mind bending. His moans were shaky and strained, whilst hers were shrill and ecstatic, Sophia feasting merrily.
As expected, he came, semen bursting from his cock deep inside Sophia's pussy. And with his climax, came many things at once; the breakdown of his spiritual barriers, seeing a surge of energy ripped from him, only intensifying the pleasure to almost intolerable levels; the tightening of his stepsister's legs around his waist until he couldn't move anymore, her arms gripping tighter too and locking him in place so all he could do were short jerks of his hips; and Sophia letting out a muffled cry of ecstasy into his mouth as she too reached her limit, the wave of energy stimulating to her as much as himself, shuddering beneath him, her walls spasming tortuously around his shaft, drowning his dick in her arousal, wicked stimulation clawing into his nerves.
His strength ebbed considerably, eyes narrowing a little as exhaustion loomed, Sophia threatening to knock him unconscious... but, like before, she began to calm down after a bit, her drain weakening and her kiss getting softer, her limbs loosening their grip.
He was able to break the kiss, watching the last of his energy drawn into her mouth, her tongue lapping it up like noodles, smacking and licking her lips clean.
"I don't think I can quite explain to you how delicious you are~" she said, pecking him on the cheek, a miniscule spark of her drain making him shiver.
He managed a weak smile in return.
"Glad... I'm good... for something..." he answered breathlessly. He could feel his cock softening inside of her. There wasn't going to be any follow up tonight.
She giggled and rolled him onto his side so she could extricate herself from him, before relaxing and stretching out to lay herself next to him, gently raking fingers through her hair.
For someone who didn't strictly see him as a love interest, someone who definitely fucked other people, her behaviour after they fucked was particularly intimate and genuine.
"Though I hope mum and dad didn't notice, I don't think I cast the spell."
Marc felt a surge of adrenaline, eyes widening as the fatigue, momentarily at least, vanished.
But before he could voice his panic, Sophia giggled and pressed a finger to his lips.
"I'm just kidding, bro~ I cast the spell, don't worry, I did it when you were getting undressed~ Relax~"
He let out a sigh of relief, relaxing as the adrenaline ebbed from his body. And that made him feel even more tired.
But not enough to stop him lightly pushing her by the shoulder, prompting her to giggle.
"Fuck off with that, you almost gave me a heart attack," he muttered.
"Hey, I wouldn't ever put you in that sort of position. I'm not that cruel~"
"Yeah, I know..." he said, going quiet for a moment, basking in the feeling of her being so close. "That was... great..."
He yawned, knowing he was going to pass out soon.
"Likewise~" she said, before rolling over to peck him on the lips. "See you in the morning, bro~"
"See you... Sophia..." he said with a trailing voice, rolling over after watching her get out of bed, feeling the covers pulled over him by his stepsister, before promptly passing out, a pleasant buzzing warmth in his body that helped lull him to the land of slumber, another wondrous, obscene night with his stepsister behind him.